Ginger Nuts of Horror
To celebrate the launch of John Boden's Jedi Summer: with The Magnetic Kid today we take a look at 1983, and why it was such a great year. Many of you will be a similar age to me, and 1983 may seem like a very distant memory, I would turn 12 at the end of the year. It was the year I went to high school, the year I discovered rugby, and the year where I changed from being a Rude Boy and transformed into a metal/ rock head, it was an exciting year, to say the least. It was also the year when Return of The Jedi hit the screens, and for 32 years it would be the last good Star Wars film. For me, it was also important as being the year that Marillion released their debut album Script For a Jester's Tear an album that even after 32 years still gets played on a regular basis. For others of the Ginger Nuts of Horror team there were also important releases in the art world, so read on to find out why we think 1983 was a year to be celebrated.
HARLEQUIN: IT'S RASPUTIN BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
IT wasn't the first clown to freak me out. In fact, when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend, there is only one clown that can be considered the King of Clown scares and the award has to go to Robert Powell's Gregory from the 1980 movie Harlequin. Some of you may never have heard of this film which used the mythology of Rasputin as its basis and transported it to 80's Australia. Powell had just finished his stellar performance as Jesus in Jesus of Nazareth another role where is glacial piercing blue eyes captivated the audience. As a nine / ten-year-old boy who had snuck down the stairs after his parents had gone to bed to watch some late night telly I foolishly thought "oh look it's the bloke who played Jesus, this will be a good film to watch." 90 minutes later is was as traumatized as a young man could be at that age.
Powell's performance as the insidious, mystically manipulating Harlequin chilled me to the bone. That scene with a finger and a cooks knife will go with me to my grave; I couldn't look at a carrot without feeling sick for almost a year after watching it.
CHRISTINE: SHE’S HELL ON WHEELS.