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It starts off with a serious reporter working for a hack tabloid (played by Jeff Goldblum, also from Jurassic Park and The Fly remake) teamed up with a gullible need-to-please reporter at the same tabloid (played by Ed Begley Jr. from St. Elsewhere and several other television series). They are sent to Transylvania to investigate a Frankenstein sighting (a curious location as Frankenstein was supposed to be vaguely Italian and Transylvania was the historic home of Dracula). The mayor of the town in which they investigate is played by the iconic Jeffrey Jones (Howard The Duck, Ferris Bueler's Day Off). Goldblum is naturally hesitant to believe the crazy crap he hears from his partner, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that his skepticism did not prevent him from following along in the pursuit of facts related to their case. The hotel staff consist of: Michael Richards (Kramer from the Seinfeld television series), who is intent on gag humor (banana peels, etc); and a married couple of hunchbacks, the wife in which was clumsy, silly, and completely lovingly devoted to her husband. While she annoyed him, I couldn't help but fall in love with her for loving him so much. She was played by Carol Kane (The Princess Bride ["I'm not a witch, I'm your wife! But I'm not even sure I want to be that anymore!"], Adams Family [film versions]). A hot young Gina Davis (Beetlejuice, The Fly remake) plays a vampire woman with cleavage down to her navel who appeared at quite random moments.
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The entrance to the building was mainly bare, with little decoration or artistic expresion in its construction, save a small galley window, centering each of the two doors and small etching of the address 5-500.
ReplyDeleteThe doors were heavy, however, which could often be a pain when trying to enter juggling an irish coffee and my weekly copies of redbook and my Bruce Campbell zine. Today, however, i had finished my coffee in the car, and was able to push open the door with little effort.
Inside, the usual sight of Jan, our smiling recpetionist, was noticably absent, and just like the car park i seemed to be the only soul in the builiding today.
Little did i know just how wrong i was.
(to be continued)