Word: psychos
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...Stepfather's premise is that mass murder is a viable form of family planning--quicker than divorce, and a hell of a lot more fun, if your interests lie toward the macabre. Terry O'Quinn, playing the psycho Stepfather, has a proposition no one can refuse. He wants the perfect family, the American Dream, and if things don't work out...well, then, what's one dead family more or less...
...occasional lumpy mass that may once have been a theme or plot twist now rendered unrecognizable by incompetent writing. Sweettable is talking-head drama of the worst sort, in which portentous declamations about the feel of people's thighs, memories of blue centaurs, the lips of doom and similar psycho-symbolic claptrap gets tossed willy-nilly at a justifiably mystified audience...
...into a reverent silence on the subject of thrillers. The few bright children of Hitchcock's style, such as Brian De Palma (Dressed to Kill) and John Carpenter (Christine), were toiling in the fetid cellar of shock tactics; they took their cue from the gore and funereal fun of Psycho, not the narrative crisscrossing of Strangers on a Train. De Palma and Carpenter were only serving their audience. The music- video generation was disinclined to track the intricacies of a well-made plot. Those tame pleasures were best left to TV sleuths and their fogy fans...
...created a stage persona more pathetic than Woody Allen, more whiny than The Pathological Liar and about as bizarre as Sid Vicious. He makes it clear from the start that he's a geek, a psycho, a loser, and that we should laugh...
...Playing at Manhattan's CBGB, the proto-punk club on the Bowery, the Heads dressed in strictly Ivy spiff, like floorwalkers from Brooks Brothers. Byrne, eyes bulging, long neck turning like a periscope, sang like a carny geek who could not digest his chicken. Then there were the songs. "Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est/ Run, run, run, run away," Byrne would blurt, contriving to sound simultaneously like the murderer and his victim. Perfect new-wave icons, then: psychotic preppies. The pure products of America in the process of going blissfully crazy...