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Get SuperTrashed TONIGHT with Jacques Boyreau at Brooklyn’s Nitehawk!

This weekend at Brooklyn’s Nitehawk Cinema get SuperTrashed with cult connoisseur Jacques Boyreau for a screening of the psychotronic Shatner classic Impulse!

Fri April 17th and Sat April 18th at Midnight
Impulse @ Nitehawk Cinema
136 Metropolitan Avenue
Impulse

SuperTrash presents the dark side of William Shatner in 1974’s IMPULSE.

In Impluse, The Shat perfs a very touchy cat, Matt Stone, a matricide survivor who’s become a honeymoon slayer. Forever cuckoo’ed by his trauma, Shatner plays the role like Hamlet — if Ham was a prism of Sonny Chiba, Robert Goulet, and Dracula‘s Renfield. Impulse is breezy and sleazy, like easy-listening grindhouse with an immaculate 70’s vibe. William Grefe directs exploitation with–shall we say–seriousness, as seen in other Grefe works like Stanley and The Hooked Generation. Perhaps the real-dealio credit belongs to writer Tony Crechales, who was definitely on a psychodrama bender having previously penned The Killing Kind and So Evil, My Sister.

Presenting Impulse is a SuperTrash pleasure for curator-author Jacques Boyreau and designer Joe Niem–with thanks to archivist Scott Moffett. For the curious and cogently unhinged, we include a gallery of SuperTrash legacy, representing museum shows, books, underground cellars, and upcoming web commerce…Pig in and dig out…!

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Vulcan Haircut in My Mind! Vulcan Haircut in My Mind!

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Seeing this this morning on Blastr immediately provoked memories of Pavement:

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On another note, I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve spent well over twenty years attempting to grow Trek sideburns to disastrous effect.  Which is okay, really, as some Starfleet Captains just plain forget to grow them.  Even when said Captain is not only the star of the show, they’re also the director:

Trek_SideburnsI was driving with my daughter on the Sunday evening before our Monday morning shooting, and she looked over at me and asked, ‘Dad, where’re your Kirk sideburns?’ and immediately my gut turned over, as if I’d forgotten to do my homework. I clasped my hands to the sides of my head and I realized that in all the weeks that I’d been preparing to do this film, the script consulting, the wardrobe fittings, nobody had mentioned my sideburns. Everyone just assumed that I must know the routine by now, and that I would have the intelligence to grow them myself, which is overestimating any actor, I feel. It’s a lesson I want everybody to learn about actors. Never trust us, not for a minute.

William Shatner on Star Trek V, from Star Trek: Movie Memories

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