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Some of the feature films we've playedUpdated on August 17, 2008 at 3:49pm
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The San Francisco Festival of Fantastic Film
Time:9:00PM Thursday, October 2nd
Location:Roxie, Parkway, Vortex Room
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Dead Channels THE SORCERERS review
Jeffrey Anderson in Combustible Celluloid
http://www.combustiblecelluloid.com/classic/sorcerers.shtml

July 31, 2008 at 5:18pm · Report
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Dead Channels Best of the Bay 2008!
BEST ONSCREEN MIND WARP
http://www.sfbg.com/bob/2008/ent.php

July 30, 2008 at 10:58am · Report
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BEST ON-SCREEN MIND WARP When edgy director of programming Bruce Fletcher left the San Francisco Independent Film Festival (IndieFest), fans who'd relied on his horror and sci-fi picks were understandably a little worried...
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Dead Channels The SAN FRANCISCO BAY GUARDIAN previews Tommy Wiseau's THE ROOM!
http://www.sfbg.com/entry.php?entry_id=6758

July 16, 2008 at 11:10am · Report
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Dead Channels White Hot 'n' Warped Wednesday takes you to Pakistan!

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Dead Channels THE LEGEND OF GOD'S GUN is a Western that takes you to hell and back through a kaleidoscope of images, black comedy and fast blasting, death dealing guns. It's a musical journey with peyote visions amidst the harsh backdrop of a cruel world and religious vengeance.

“El Sobero and his dirty, smelly, degenerate coh...orts...“ Our narrator offers us hilarious snippets of crucial background on the damned residents of 'Playa Diablo' - the Devil’s playground of whores, liars, cowards and thugs that’s plagued by particularly ruthless banditos. A town in need of salvation. Salvation that our dim-witted bounty hunter brings only in the form of side splitting comic relief.

El Sobero, the bad assed bandito, has no worries and assures us that “my bloodline has been raping and pillaging for thousands of years, with no ill effects...” He drinks the venom of the scorpion amidst swirling visuals - his warped form of religious ecstasy. Then the preacher comes to town…

… and the preacher? “If that man’s a preacher, then I’m saint-fucking-Francis!” He strolls through Hell to do the Lord’s work in this wretched town of sinners. He’s the man in black and he’s not taking any crap.

Color enhanced images, and the snapping and popping of hissing film reels follow our cowboys on their path to ultimate justice. THE LEGEND OF GOD'S GUN will kick your ass and take no prisoners! You’ll want to see it again. You’ll want to buy the soundtrack. Miss it at your peril! - Mike Skurko

An indie spaghetti western - with mushroom sauce!
Time:7:30PM Wednesday, August 13th
Location:The Hypnodrome Theatre
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Dead Channels THE SORCERERS
Directed by Michael Reeves. 1967

He turns them on...he turns them off...to live...love...die or KILL!

The great hypnotist Professor Montserrat (Boris Karloff) has developed a device to project his consciousness into the mind of another person to experience all of their sensory input. Jaded and bored with all... the standard sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, Mike (Ian Ogilvy) is in the mood for something different. A match made in science fiction heaven!

Director, Michæl Reeves only managed to finish three movies (this is the second) before dying of an accidental overdose of barbiturates and alcohol in 1969 at the age of 24. WITCHFINDER GENERAL starring Vincent Price was Reeves' masterpiece and swan song, but THE SORCERERS is nothing to sneeze at, either. Gritty and quite modern, this picture will not be confused with anything that came out of Hammer Studios during that era. Reeves was not prone to comic relief or the Shakespearian theatrics that mar other efforts of that decade. It's dark and immediate. - Film Threat

San Francisco Bay Guardian
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THE SORCERERS Out looking for kicks, handsome, bored young Swinging Londoner Ian Ogilvy is lured by the promise of "intoxication without hangover, ecstasy without consequence" to a dreary flat belonging to a seemingly innocuous elderly couple (Boris Karloff, Catherine Lacey). A few flashing psychedelic lights and electronic-music squallings later, he's somehow been hypnotized so that they can control his actions without his knowing — and experience whatever sensations he does. For once Karloff isn't the monster here, nor even the young man as his deeds (conveniently blacked out from memory later) escalate from theft to murder. Rather, it's the little old lady who after decades of deprivation (there was some sort of ruinous scandal in the past) becomes addicted to the thrill of vicariously experienced aberrant behavior. Staggering around post-orgasmically in a state of demented "liberation" once she's gotten our hapless protagonist to kill someone (a sexy chick in lingerie, of course), she's quite the sicko granny. British director and coscenarist Michael Reeves is a minor legend in horror circles, not so much for what he achieved as for the pathos of his unfulfilled promise: in 1969, while preparing a big-budget Edgar Allen Poe adaptation, he died from an accidental barbiturate overdose at age 25. His first feature (1965's She Beast starring 60s scream queen Barbara Steele) suffered from low-grade writing and production; his last, 1968's The Witchfinder General, was a truly harrowing portrait of religious hysteria and hypocrisy, with Vincent Price in rare dead-serious form as a sadistic inquisitor terrorizing 17th-century English peasantry with torture and death in the name of purging witchcraft. The prior year's Sorcerers, which has been very difficult to see for years, proves a bit of a letdown. The fascinating, perverse concept isn't fully served by execution that (no doubt in part due to censorship guidelines at the time) seems unwilling or unable to push it as far as it might go. (Also, the nice 16mm print showing here has had a couple violent bits hacked out, probably for 1970s TV showings.) Nonetheless, genre fans will want to catch this very rare screening of a film that's been more discussed than seen for decades. Most shocking revelation: that the antique shop where Ogilvy (who was in all of Reeves' movies, and subsequently guest-starred on everything from Upstairs, Downstairs to Baywatch) works is named, unless my eyes deceived, the Glory Hole. (1:27) Aug. 6, 7:30 p.m., $5. See Rep Clock for location. Hypnodrome. (Harvey)

Michael Reeves directs Boris Karloff!
Time:7:30PM Wednesday, August 6th
Location:The Hypnodrome Theatre
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