enjoyed an overhead view of the bottom of the hill. The Jennings’ dairy farm was visible. Cows grazed along the hundreds of acres. Mary-Sue’s truck braked hard in front of the house, and she stormed inside, weeping and shoving open the screen door. It clapped hard shut behind her.
“What’s got her so worked up?”
Now that can’t be because of me. No way in hell.
It wasn’t his place to investigate. It would be awkward for the both of them if he randomly showed up at her house and told her he’d spied her from a distance upset and he was concerned.
He gave up the concern and waited for his pizza to bake.
When it had finished cooking, he used a towel as an oven mitt and removed the pizza. Slicing it with knife, he realized how difficult modern home life could be without the basic amenities. Without plates, he carried the entire pizza out on a towel and brought it into the living room.
Bachelorhood at its finest, he thought.
He flipped on the film projector and dutifully watched the remaining reels of The Mallet Killer . He was disappointed after the thirty-minute mark when he understood the basic plot—David Anderson loses his job as a carnie, steals the mallet at the “Pound-O-Meter,” and starts picking off the carnie patrons and the workers, including the bearded lady, the elephant man, half a dozen burlesque girls, and an especially interesting death, the operator of the “Tilt-O-Whirl” receives a bump in the noggin and the ride continues to spin as the riders get sick and can’t escape for an hour before the ride finally stops. A magician stops David’s killing spree after shoving him into the Iron Maiden. The closing scene reveals David’s body punctured by spikes and ultimately dying as the credits roll.
The scenes of carnage can whet the pallet of any red-blooded gore fan, Andy jotted down, and it’s interesting that David Anderson uses the traveling carnival to escape enlistment in the Vietnam War. The flashbacks serve well to dictate the moments between the arrival of the enlistment letter and his father’s patriotism and the pressure he bestows on his son to do the family name well. Soon after he opens the letter, David’s mother weeps as if her son has already died. The following scene where their next-door neighbor receives a letter in the mail saying her son has died in the line of duty sets up the horror for our main character. That woman’s son was David’s best friend, and David comes to the conclusion to run away with the carnival. The carnie master is impressed with his booming voice and ability to sucker people into taking swings at the “Pound-O-Meter.” It’s the moment that David loses his job and he goes crazy that the movie gives up on any commentary about the Vietnam War. I give it an average rating for story, but the gore and effects were wrenching. Five skulls are split open, a sternum is shattered, eight faces are rendered into pulp—the camera fails to flinch at these moments—and there’s a mass vomiting scene at the “Tilt-O-Whirl.” I didn’t fall asleep, but the plot has a major loophole with David’s motivation to kill all those people.
Five-thirty. He earned a break from work. He chugged a can of Coke and stretched, walking outside the perimeter of the house, then into the backyard, when a cord wrapped around his ankle and he tripped, losing his fizzy drink mid-air. Landing hard, his ribs and left shoulder took the punishment with a loud ka-thump ! He glared at his feet. The garden hose had entangled both ankles.
“How the hell did that happen?” He rose to his feet, the palms of his hands bleeding from scuffing the stone path. “Fucking house, it’s a death trap for the clumsy.”
He washed his hands in the kitchen sink after recovering. Deciding to avoid nature and trip falls, he returned to the living room and searched the bin of films: Humanoid Rat Eats Indiana , The Incredible Exploding Man , Frankenstein Versus
“What’s got her so worked up?”
Now that can’t be because of me. No way in hell.
It wasn’t his place to investigate. It would be awkward for the both of them if he randomly showed up at her house and told her he’d spied her from a distance upset and he was concerned.
He gave up the concern and waited for his pizza to bake.
When it had finished cooking, he used a towel as an oven mitt and removed the pizza. Slicing it with knife, he realized how difficult modern home life could be without the basic amenities. Without plates, he carried the entire pizza out on a towel and brought it into the living room.
Bachelorhood at its finest, he thought.
He flipped on the film projector and dutifully watched the remaining reels of The Mallet Killer . He was disappointed after the thirty-minute mark when he understood the basic plot—David Anderson loses his job as a carnie, steals the mallet at the “Pound-O-Meter,” and starts picking off the carnie patrons and the workers, including the bearded lady, the elephant man, half a dozen burlesque girls, and an especially interesting death, the operator of the “Tilt-O-Whirl” receives a bump in the noggin and the ride continues to spin as the riders get sick and can’t escape for an hour before the ride finally stops. A magician stops David’s killing spree after shoving him into the Iron Maiden. The closing scene reveals David’s body punctured by spikes and ultimately dying as the credits roll.
The scenes of carnage can whet the pallet of any red-blooded gore fan, Andy jotted down, and it’s interesting that David Anderson uses the traveling carnival to escape enlistment in the Vietnam War. The flashbacks serve well to dictate the moments between the arrival of the enlistment letter and his father’s patriotism and the pressure he bestows on his son to do the family name well. Soon after he opens the letter, David’s mother weeps as if her son has already died. The following scene where their next-door neighbor receives a letter in the mail saying her son has died in the line of duty sets up the horror for our main character. That woman’s son was David’s best friend, and David comes to the conclusion to run away with the carnival. The carnie master is impressed with his booming voice and ability to sucker people into taking swings at the “Pound-O-Meter.” It’s the moment that David loses his job and he goes crazy that the movie gives up on any commentary about the Vietnam War. I give it an average rating for story, but the gore and effects were wrenching. Five skulls are split open, a sternum is shattered, eight faces are rendered into pulp—the camera fails to flinch at these moments—and there’s a mass vomiting scene at the “Tilt-O-Whirl.” I didn’t fall asleep, but the plot has a major loophole with David’s motivation to kill all those people.
Five-thirty. He earned a break from work. He chugged a can of Coke and stretched, walking outside the perimeter of the house, then into the backyard, when a cord wrapped around his ankle and he tripped, losing his fizzy drink mid-air. Landing hard, his ribs and left shoulder took the punishment with a loud ka-thump ! He glared at his feet. The garden hose had entangled both ankles.
“How the hell did that happen?” He rose to his feet, the palms of his hands bleeding from scuffing the stone path. “Fucking house, it’s a death trap for the clumsy.”
He washed his hands in the kitchen sink after recovering. Deciding to avoid nature and trip falls, he returned to the living room and searched the bin of films: Humanoid Rat Eats Indiana , The Incredible Exploding Man , Frankenstein Versus
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