by Liz Locke, cinemasips.com
Let’s, for privacy’s sake (and because he’s a big John Waters fan) call him Uncle Belvedere. He was the relative who introduced me to The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Divine, and David Lynch. I read Helter Skelter in his backyard hammock when I was fifteen, and later, we discussed the music of Charlie Manson. Summers with Uncle Belvedere were a strange and wonderful journey through the avant-garde. I can still remember the weathered cardboard sleeves around plastic tapes- spines of Salò, My Beautiful Laundrette, Metropolis, and dozens more. It began with a closet full of VHS, and has grown into a 50-page spreadsheet of titles encompassing the best of cinema history, along with the truly obscure. When I say deep cuts, I mean DEEP.
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