Highlighting odd and off-beat new releases to watch instantly on Netflix
New for June 18, 2011
Dracula’s Fiancee (La fiancee de Dracula) (2002), directed by Jean Rollin, with Cyrille Iste, Jacques Orth and Thomas Smith – As art critics, one of the things we strive for is to try understand the motivations and preoccupations of the artists we study through their life work. Sometimes — well — this task is just too damn easy. French director Jean Rollin rose to fame in the early 1970s with a series of films about two subjects which would remain a constant focus throughout his career — lesbians and vampires. It’s not a terribly original combination. Frankly, however, I could think of worse subjects on which to base your career. Where would Misty Mundae‘s career be without lesbian vampires? Lesbian vampire movies give us (ladies and gentleman) an excuse to ogle pretty naked ladies while also giving us an easy rationalization for watching them. They’re not smut. They’re not soft-core pornography. They’re “gothic horror.” Dracula’s Fiancee (La fiancee de Dracula) was one of Rollin’s final films prior to his death, which — with any luck — was followed by his reincarnation as a lesbian vampire. Because that’s all he ever wanted. This movie not only has lesbian vampires, but a baby-eating ogre. Ignore the hideous box art. (Available until June 18, 2013)
The Twilight Zone – Season 3 (1961) – If you’re from Philadelphia or New Jersey, maybe you have memories of WGBS Philly 57’s late-night Twilight Zone marathons. I know I do. Just myself, maybe a couple of friends, junk food, my 14-inch black-and-white television. Seasons 1, 2 and 5 of The Twilight Zone were already available to watch instantly on Netflix. Now, with the addition of Season 3, you’ve got another 37 episodes to check out. Highlights of Season 3 include “To Serve Man,” which fans of The Simpsons know got the parody treatment on one of the show’s early “Treehouse of Horror” Halloween specials and “The Dummy,” which — assuming the title refers to a ventriloquist doll — could very well serve as potential nightmare fuel for the autonomatonophobiac among us.