The highlight (well, one of them, along with the Buttercup Bake Shop cupcakes) of last night's Candlemas party at Fallen Sparrow
's place in Queens was a screening of Mystery Science Theater
's hilarious grilling of The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies
(a title only surpassed in length by the later film The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade
, an adaptation of Weiss's Die Verfolgung und Ermordung Jean Paul Marats dargestellt durch die Schauspielgruppe des Hospizes zu Charenton unter Anleitung des Herrn de Sade
), which shows just how much a movie can be improved by the intrusion a wisecracking robot shaped like a gumball machine
. I'm not entirely sure if the movie actually has
any zombies in it, or any plot, considering most of the humor value came from Crow, Servo and Mike having a grand old time trashing the interminable song-and-dance sequences tossed in as filler. ("This is not the precision dancing I am accustomed to!" "Tonight, ze führer is in the audience!" "Rent-a-Balky!" "Cinematography by Zapruder," &c.)
Anyway, at one point, a fortune-teller is shown surrounded by billowing clouds of cheap special-effects smoke. Tom Servo pipes up from the peanut gallery, in a high-pitched voice, "My incense is getting out of control!!" To which I deadpanned--and bear in mind, the folks present all remember the famous time I nearly (inadvertently) burned down the Church of Our Saviour with a gunked-up thurible--"I know the feeling."
It brought the house down.
Actually, it was a lot funnier the first time.