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ETERNAL EVIL / THE BLUE MAN (1985) | Movie Review | ONLY ON VHS

The latest entry in my "Only On VHS" series and my first Canuxploitation Horror movie review:

1985's "Eternal Evil" a.k.a. "The Blue Man".

A Canadian Horror/Supernatural movie (shot in Montreal) directed by George Mihalka ("My Bloody Valentine") about a TV commercial director who dabbles inAstral projection after making a documentary about it and ends up being the suspect in the murders that have been occurring close to him. Did he do it? Or is "The Blue Man" behind it all. Come find out!

Directed by: George Mihalka.

Starring: Winston Rekert, Karen Black, Lois Maxwell and John Novak.

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The scent was as crisp as the pressed, blue shirt the man had on. Not much older than Fen, the man nevertheless held an air of authority, one that couldn’t be mustered from Fen’s slackened posture complete with one ankle over his thigh and only his upper back clinging onto the chair’s backrest. 

“Crap,” Fen muttered, his mouth now slack around the straw of his cotton candy frappuccino as he watched the policeman order. Laying down both the drink and the cook book he got from the library, Fen scowled. Blue men always meant trouble. Gossamer cuffs stung his wrists and the spectral floor of juvie cleaved his cheek, fights against other kids convicted of other crimes trashed in him, and the deaf blue men studied him, observing, waiting for a chance to catch him again. Fen hunched over the small table, his fist holding up his head, his eyes scanning the room. It was the morning rush, and Starbucks was teeming with people in which the stench of perfume and aftershave lingered in the air like coffee beans and pastry sweets being advertised as a “healthy breakfast.” Fen’s eyes thinned. “Crap.”

Only two seats were open for the blue man. One: next to a lady with a nauseating amount of perfume. Two: the seat across from him, always empty as courtesy of his sharp eyes.

Fen stood to leave, suddenly motivated to end his break early.

His frap fell.

“Frigging luck.”