Nashville’s weirdest arts and exploitation venue, the Cult Fiction Underground in the basement of Logue’s Black Raven Emporium, continues to grow and expand its fascinating and freaky slate of programming. In addition to the weekend cult movie fare and theme parties that were their initial bread and buttered popcorn, they’ve added several new regular events.
The popular “Night of Free Speech” poetry and prose readings, hosted by literary agent provocateur, Honest Lewis, are held on the 2nd and 4th Tuesday of every month. The first Monday of each month brings the roar of “hogs” with “Motorcycle Mayhem” — a free screening of a chopper classic. Mystery Science Theater 3000 brings the “Satellite of Love” to the Underground every Thursday and is hosted by Cat Beast Party queen Angie Doren and DJ “Matt the PM” from Radio Free Nashville. The Walking Dead is on the big screen every Sunday night and there is more in the works for the near future.
For this weekend, Friday brings a special one-night only showing of the best anti-pot, pro-Christian, killer mutated turkey-man movie ever made — Blood Freak. If you don’t believe me, just check out the wondrous NSFW trailer above, or the blurb from this week's Scene:
What Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny is to Christmas, director Brad Grinter’s infamous 1972 opus is to Thanksgiving: namely, a rancid spoonful of cinematic castor oil guaranteed to cure you of holiday spirit. In this Florida-shot Christian scare film, a dude takes LSD and faces the inevitable consequences. Which is to say, he morphs into a giant turkey monster with a head that looks like the ham costume the kid wore in To Kill a Mockingbird, then menaces victims with a terrifying “Gobble!” (I am not making this up.) In between shocks, director Grinter chain-smokes and hack-coughs his way through the story’s moral lessons in front of the grubbiest plywood-paneling set this side of an amateur porn festival.
Then Saturday break out the bathrobes and bowling gloves for the first Big Lebowski Fashion Show and Bowling Party. They may even have some of that good sarsaparilla at the bar.