For those, such as myself, planning on seeing My Bloody Valentine 3D this weekend, here's a fair warning: there's a decent-sized chance that you'll be in a theater with late-20-to-early-50-year-old horror diehards who are going to clap and howl at the sight of an older, unimpressive looking man with white hair and a white 'stache.
Before you shout "Shut the fuck up!" or any other annoyed obscenities their way(s), here's a heads up: they're reacting like teenage girls at the sight of Twilight's Edward Cullen because My Bloody Valentine 3D is the first time in over 20-some-odd years that sir Tom Atkins has graced the big screen, and he's kind of a big deal.
Or, as they'd refer to him....Tom motherfuckin' Atkins!
In a bit of seriously-inspired casting on the part of Valentine's filmmakers, they've cast him as the sheriff, or police chief, whichever he's considered. The most schooled of genre heads know the man, and they know him well. The pissed-off father who gets his come-uppance something fierce during the thread-tying tales of Creepshow; the tired, seasoned, hard-as-nails cops in the forgotten gem Night of the Creeps; the doctor turned young-girl-smasher in Halloween III: Season of the Witch; and the trucker who beds a young fit Jamie Lee Curtis in John Carpenter's great The Fog (don't even think of that putrid remake with that Smallville clown). The man is an '80s horror icon, simply put.
Not only did he kick undead and evil ass like none other, Atkins was notorious for using his older-man game to sleep with much younger women, sometimes within hours of meeting them. He's just the fuckin' man, and word has it that he basically steals the show, acting wise, in My Bloody Valentine 3D. Which is to be expected, since I've been reading the film's reviews on horror-specific websites, who hail the man as if he's Clint Eastwood II. Bias, of course. But fuck it, horror fans hold on their own dearly, and Atkins has more than earned such cradling.
No more talking on my end, though. Just know that the old sheriff you'll be watching get his jaw ripped off by Valentine's Harry Warden (A Too-Late Spoiler Alert? like it matters, really; it's a bloody slasher film!) this weekend is a horror icon. So show the man some respect, will ya? As a primer, here's some vintage Tom Atkins, from Night of the Creeps:
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