Word: acidizing
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...stuck with needles, and bewitched fruits were planted in their gardens. One devotee claimed she was used as a naked altar, raped, and smeared with chicken blood, to be used later to curse the foe. In the poison phase, clotheslines were doused with smallpox serum, garden tomatoes with formic acid, and doorknobs with caustic concoctions. One of the five cultists on trial with the swami admitted popping a poisoned chocolate into a victim's mouth (disliking the flavor, the victim spat it out). In stage three, an arsenal was allegedly assembled, and bombs were planted next to two houses...
Fittingly enough then, the band is the star of this show. You'll like them if you liked The Who, a band I like very much. Tommy is the closest thing around to rock's Messiah, and it is as sacreligious to rape the "Acid Queen" as it would be to rearrange the Hallelujah chorus. The band is tight, clean, and faithful to the original...
Judy Bass as the Acid Queen suffers from an overdose of Tina Turner. Turner's Queen was full throated and nasty: she enjoyed her work and took no pains to hide that fact. Bass lacks the stage presence to carry it off, and in striving after open evil loses the chance to convey the more understated evil of Daltry's Queen. She never manages to portray a character that can convincingly sing "I'll show him what he could be now/just give me one night/I'm the gypsy, the Acid Queen/Pay before we start." Finally the chorus, though...
...does your analyst say?" It is the man's first, natural response when the handsome woman tells him she is going to return to her last lover. Since she is on a first-name basis with the doctor, she replies: "Donny's in a coma. He had a bad acid experience." She sees nothing unusual in this. What do medical ethics or traditions weigh when measured against modishness...
...part of Claude's re-education, how can we overlook the essential acid trip? It's administered to him eucharistically by Treat Williams, demagogue of our clan. John Savage does amazing things with his face, acquiring a glassy-eyed glazed expression as his mind launches through fabricated fantasies of wedded bliss with the luscious Beverly D'Angelo (former debutante gone bourgeois freak) to fantasies of back home in the mid-west American Gothic nightmare. These are tangents which are intelligent, tightly edited and don't resort to multi-layered montage fade outs. John Savage does a convincing portraval...