DRIVE IN SATURDAY
Ever lose a finger? No, that’s not quite the same as giving someone the finger. The Dauph is talking about parting company with a digit from one of your forelimbs. Mary Steenburgen goes through this unpleasant experience in Dead Of Winter, an Arthur Penn flick that just may do for fingers what Blue Velvet did for ears.
DRIVE IN SATURDAY
FINGER-POPPIN' TIME
Edouard Dauphin
Ever lose a finger? No, that’s not quite the same as giving someone the finger. The Dauph is talking about parting company with a digit from one of your forelimbs. Mary Steenburgen goes through this unpleasant experience in Dead Of Winter, an Arthur Penn flick that just may do for fingers what Blue Velvet did for ears. Yummy. If this keeps up, we may be able to assemble an entire human being made JlM up of hacked-off spare “ parts from Hollywood movies.
Steenburgen plays Katie, an aspiring New York actress—in other words, a waitress—who auditions for Mr. Murray (Roddy McDowall), a strange film producer, and lands a mysterious role in a secretive film being made upstate. Thrilled with the promised money ($12,000, which is even more than The Dauph receives for each column of “Drive-In Saturday”), she quickly packs her bags and is whisked away to a remote mansion where ail the phone lines are down due to a raging blizzard. If any of this sounds familiar, it should. They used the same plot in Debbie Does The Catskills.