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After five days of a diet of McDonalds and central London priced yeast and hops based beverages Midnight Video somehow managed to drag themselves into the 'studio' and record a Frightfest special. The tapes of these recording sessions were recently recovered and have been edited into what you are about to listen to. It is still being debated by experts whether or not these tapes are a hoax. Part two is yet to be released.
After five days of a diet of McDonalds and central London priced yeast and hops based beverages Midnight Video somehow managed to drag themselves into the 'studio' and record a Frightfest special. The tapes of these recording sessions were recently recovered and have been edited into what you are about to listen to. It is still being debated by experts whether or not these tapes are a hoax. Part two is yet to be released.
And so we reach the average of the combat soldier in Vietnam, but for Midnight Video 19 we avoid the combat zone by putting our lives in danger without the aid of the military as we scale dizzying heights in Safety Last. We then make a technological leap from the silent era of cinema to the ushering in of HD and digital video trickery with The Orchestra before enduring a voyage of self discovery as search for our inner Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.
Show 18 sees Midnight Video swap their videos for vinyl as film soundtracks become the focus for this long player podcast.
As you can see from the title this is Side A (or part two for those of you who are unfamiliar with the popular vinyl format of yesteryear) and Side B will be available as a separate download.
Midnight Video 17 sees us returning to the cusp of the 1990s to take a peek at Warren Beatty's dick, Dick Tracy that is. We then hop back a couple of decades to the cusp of the 1970s to a London without much swing and the sordid tale of sibling seduction in Goodbye Gemini before we finally discover the truth about cold temperatures and time travel in Time of the Apes.
Swinging in on the latest vine Midnight Video 16 sees us ponder over a jungle isolationist and his reaction to his quiet life being interrupted by the pesky Third Reich in Tarzan Triumphs. We then find ourselves in contemporary Greece; sweating and listless in a dimly lit brothel tapping out the hits of Abba in Hardcore before finally flinging ourselves into a vision of the future where newborns are illegal, smog is the dominant forecast and disembodied voices order people around in Z.P.G.
Jim's social life is hectic and I'm off to France for a week tomorrow so we thought it would be the right and just thing to release show 15 a little earlier than usual.
This week Midnight Video go in search of poetry and parents in The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane, before tag teaming up for a bout of erotic wrestling with The Case of the Bloody Iris and round things off as witnesses in an animal court in The Tale of the Fox.
Show 14 hits the digiwaves a tad earlier this week as Jim is on hols.
This week sees Midnight Video delving into the animated and live action wonders of the Eastern Bloc with the Terry Gilliam-inspiring Baron Prasil, then we catch the next cannonball west into the forests of France to follow the exploits of two urban fish out of water with IP5 before dipping into the Mediterranean in search of the most infamous Hollywood couple ever to grace the silver screen in Boom!
Thirteen. Unlucky for some, but I think you lucky listeners are in for a right old treat as Midnight Video cleans out its cupboards/closets for Skeletons, adjusts the dials for La Antena before we finally mist up for Prayer of the Rollerboys.
Also this week there's a chance for one lucky listener to get their mitts on the first official piece of Midnight Video merchandise in the shape of a t-shirt.
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An archive of two chaps, a laptop and a mic attempting to unearth the lost, forgotten and overlooked in cinema.
“Movies are so rarely great art that if we cannot appreciate great trash we have very little reason to be interested in them.” - Pauline Kael