The Greatest MFF Comment Ever

Hello all. Mark here.

I had to post this comment my friend VJ wrote yesterday. I asked him to contribute to the year end/new year post coming up soon. What followed is one of the most inspired/surprising comments I’ve read in a long time. VJ has been known to make wonderful comments from time to time. He once proclaimed:

“The Ford Raptor got it’s sound design from the duck billed dinosaur in Jurassic Park three.”

“The Thing remake was predictable to the point it wasn’t fun to watch. Thank god the heavy set woman next to me felt like making out, otherwise my Thing remake experience would have been a complete bust.”

“As my abs take shape, I find them resembling Kitsch’s more and more after each gym session.” In reference to John Carter.

Without further ado here is the comment of 2012 and probably 2013.

Well 2013 is upon us. I received a text from Mark asking me to reflect back on all the 2012 blogs. The first thing that came to mind was obviously my new favorite “Tank Top Horror” post. For those who know me it’s no secret as to why I enjoy modern horror flicks. Let’s just say I don’t attend Renaissance Fairs for the over sized turkey legs. How can you lose with some heaving bosoms in a tank top while some form of menacing evil threatens their life?

Now, usually Mark and John are on point with their blogs, but this one felt was a little short. I don’t mean it fell short. It was a beautiful piece of blog. I mean it was literally short. There is a very important piece of history I felt needed to be added. Of course I’m talking about the original Tank Top in a horror movie; Greta Schröder of Nosferatu. In 1922 Greta was relatively unknown, but that was all about to change thanks to the tank top of her day, the night-gown.

The tank top has been around for centuries, but declined among women in the 1800’s and early 1900’s. At this time they were popular among men as an exercise garment. The nightgown was the sultriest piece of clothing at the time, and was the predecessor of the tank top. This lone film helped pave the way for the tank tops starring role in horror. As fashion changed throughout the years the tank top allowed for more bounce during the infamous chase scenes. The genius of the tank top is it manages to cover up enough to leave something to mystery, just as the nightgown did in 1922.

As for Greta she was on the positive end of tank top success. With several movies under her belt before Nosferatu, the nightgown thrust her into the limelight. It was a big gamble to get away from her roots, slap on the nightgown, and let a very creepy Max Schreck nibble on her neck. She took the risk, nailed her role, and went onto make such classics as Die zwölfte Stunde – Eine Nacht des Grauens, Großstadtmelodie, and Die Gefangene des Maharadscha. Though by the time Die Gefangene des Maharadscha was released her career was on the decline. She left us with many great films to admire, and owes most of her success to a scantily clad nightgown. In true fashion she married a struggling bad boy actor, divorced him, and was married to hot-shot director Paul Wegener. Wegner passed in 1948, and Greta disappeared from the public shortly after. Her role as the mother of tank top horror will never be forgotten. On a personal note I really enjoy the term “heaving bosom’s”