I look forward to seeing this movie (as I look forward to seeing all Vivid-steve movies) not only for the cast (which includes Caroline Pierce, Zak Sabbath, a Mexican enchantress named Sochee Mala, and Indiana’s own Marie McCray), but also to see what Profane did with a larger budget than his self-produced Psychocandy movies, which he described as “dates that ended up going really well.”
Industry spokesperson Sabbath said that “there are parts of [Hospital] that we’re like, we know, but it’s all intentional” and Profane said of McCray and Mala that they are “devastating.”
I can’t watch movies at 11 p.m. with spilled beer on me, but I will say that the cover art of this movie is simple and effective. It makes me want to know about the past Morbid has forgotten, especially if she has the same breasts in that past.
The party was at the Redwood in downtown L.A., a place that looks like it has been there for a hundred years but was probably redone a few years ago (with a nautical theme) to look that way. What is reality? A young woman flirted with me until her girlfriend told her that I was the AntiChrist.
Speaking of divine intervention:
The flash on my camera wasn’t working, as if the Intelligent Designer Himself had decreed that there would be no more fitting a picture heralding an amnesia movie than one in which its subjects were fading away.
I received a purloined copy of the movie and will review it soon, but in the meantime, you should buy it.