Saturday, March 13, 2010

Cry, Little Sister



Cry, Little Sister

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGULA_2H7L8&feature=related

“A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear”

Santa Carla gets cruisier and cruisier—as the second installment of the ‘80s Lost Boys classic gets down and dirty the way I like it.

“Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill”


No wonder it was hidden, censored, expunged, expurgated and mysteriously lost in the secret vaults of Hollywood Babylon.

“Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie”


Director Joel Schumacher’s Lost Boys vampire melodrama has strange resemblances to William Keighley’s “Each Dawn I Die” (1939)—the story of a prison love affair between James Cagney and George Raft. Cagney is a reporter who gets framed for murder and imprisoned. While in prison he’s befriended by a hardcore convict vampire who introduces Cagney to the life of vampire romance behind bars.

“Little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill”

In Lost Boys II, Jason Patric takes his kid brother, Corey Haim, under his wing and teaches him the ropes of Santa Carla Carpathian carrying-on’s. Pretty soon Haim is deeply involved in the depraved depths of Dracula denouement—and skanky vampiro brotherhood.

Patric takes Corey to the grotto lair seaside cavern—where he himself was initiated into Kiefer Sutherland’s intimate brood of party-time low-lifers. Young naïve “Tiger Beat” heart-throb Haim gets more than he expected—when the vampire anthem “Cry, Little Sister” gets sung in his honor.

“My Shangri-Las
I can't forget
Why you were mine
I need you now”

The lush ‘80s soundtracks and dreamy psychedelic imagery—slide into seductive Null-A Shangri-La updates of Bela Lugosi silent movie haunting Euro-homoerotics and sleek male grace in the grotto.

Not since “Rebel Without A Cause”—has such a drive-in rock “n” roll teenage sexploitation flick evoked such a cult film youth sensibility and troubling performance deep in the darkness of the American night.

Other than James Dean—well, maybe Michael Landon. A troubled Wolfboy—rather than Vampire Kid. Pre-Bonanza suffering teenage angst—and low production values. “I Was A Teenage Werewolf”—cry little brother. Unchain me brother—cry little sister.

Michael Landon sprouts pubes all over his face and primal screams into his shorts—Haim experiences the same thing. Rude embarrassing changes—love is what you’re getting. Cry little brother—unchain me. Transylvanian teenage kid brother—cumly infusions. Vampire hormones—past-life déjà vu delicacies. And once he’s tasted it—cry little sister. Cry—for your brother.

“Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill”

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