By Ari Karpel -
The writer-director -- and son of Michael -- is anything but wholesome. We get inside his dirty mind.
Some movies are best viewed with a crowd. Christopher Landon’s
Burning Palms, an anthology of twisted, Los Angeles–set tales, can feel particularly dark if you see it solo, but viewed with a group it has a way of lightening up. “At screenings, people are literally roaring with laughter,” Landon says.
Amusement is helpful when a movie exorcises taboos, as in one of Landon’s vignettes, inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s classic short story “The Tell-Tale Heart.” Instead of a beating heart, the ever-present reminder of sin is a finger that bears the stench of… down there. “Everyone has a fear of the ass,” he explains matter-of-factly. “There’s a fear of the dirty asshole.”
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