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This Night I'll Possess Your Corpse

(1967)

This dude was pretty funny the first time around (At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul) but now he's just annoying.  He's basically turned into a cross between the guy who took one philosophy class and thinks he's Calvin & Hobbes, and Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS, except slightly more obnoxious than that implies.  His big goal is to find the perfect chick, and all the ones that don't measure up get murdered or turned over to his sidekick, a guy with a fez, oatmeal smeared on his face,  and a bowl or something shoved down the back of his shirt.  When he finally finds the one he's looking for (she has a moustache) he just bangs her right there on the ground!  Even though this guy is totally evil and likes to torture women and crush people's heads with giant rocks, he loves kids (awwwww...), so when he finds out he killed some pregnant broad by mistake he freaks out and has a nightmare that he goes to hell*.  I guess he's Republican.  In the end a burning tree falls on him, he gets shot in the back, and then he sinks in quicksand.  You can't get much deader than that.  Also at the very last second he becomes a born-again.  Definitely Republican.

* Hell is really fucking tacky, by the way: it looks like those posters that say "Glows in black light!"  Oh, and apparently the Devil likes fat chicks.


 

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