GAS-S-S-S chronicles a psychedelic roadtrip through the Southwest after a mysterious gas is accidentally released by the government and kills everyone over the age of 25. (Funny to think that age was once the great American divider instead of political inclination)
Oh how you will dig the animated introduction, the trippy football/cheerleader apocalypse montage, the zany golf course turned police state, and the enigmatic Oracle. I'll let you discover arrowfeather all on your own.
Plenty of peeps deride GAS-S-S-S, but I squealed with delight at this divine mess, and waxed dreamy with nostalgia. There was also something about the shear joie-de-vivre that gave me pause. This frenetic 78 minutes exemplifies how our collective innocence has given way to self-righteous vitriol over the past 40 years. Stunning.
So get your hands on a copy of GAS-S-S-S and see what you think. In the meantime, I'm slowly working my way through a big ol'boxed set of Corman.*
*worth the price of admission for the party/dance scene with Ray Milland in X-The Man with the X-Ray Eyes.
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