Nitehawk is teaming up with Jacques Boyreau, author of SuperTrash: Hermaphro Chic, Movie Fetish and 21st Century Anxiety to present the 1974 trash classic IMPULSE (Buy Tickets) starring William Shatner as a murderous, polyester-clad gigolo. Below, Boyreau takes us through his choice…
Asked by Nitehawk’s John Woods to describe connections between SuperTrash and Impulse, I time-travel to a cinema-spot in San Francisco called The Werepad, where for twelve years — 1994 to 2006 — we pummeled our scene and screened many a film print, not to mention threw a whole bunch of uptempo parties. The Werepad, as witness-able from these interior pics, was not your average warehouse in the Bay, it was an architectural color of hell where we incubated among other items, a persuasion that became known as SuperTrash.
I published a book recently under that title and according to some Ph.D. reviewers, I make Antonin Artaud seem sane. Therein situates my connection to Impulse, one of the more mental movies we archived during our SF stay. I guess you could say the deluge of childlike lunacy outputted by William Shatner in Impulse — so spoiled and needy and optimistic — was a cracked pat on our backs! Truly do certain movies fight for a right to be nuts; in that regard, Impulse is altruistic on behalf of many many jagged loads.
When Roger Ebert called the movies an “empathy machine,” he didn’t admit the system prefers giving deranged advice! Alas! Amen! Yo! Gimme Some Psycho!