dir. William F. Claxton
The killer rabbit movie to end them all. I love how artfully this trailer manages to avoid mentioning or showing that the killer beasts in this movie are in fact large fluffy bunny rabbits. It's as if all involved in the making of Night of the Lepus were high as kites from conception through final edit of the film and then sobered up just in time for the first studio screening. It was only then that the producer slapped his forehead, stood up, turned and faced all in attendance and blurted out, "Holy shit, men, rabbits aren't scary. What the fuck were we thinking? We can't sell this thing."
To which one of the underlings replied, "Well, we can just, you know, not mention the rabbits in the trailer. We'll just show the lead up to and aftermath of the bunny killings. Hopefully, we'll sucker enough people in before they know what they're in for," holding back giggles.
"This isn't funny. We already made up posters. We sold the Midwest. The movie is called Night of the Lepus. We can't change that. Once you name something, it's set in stone forever and for the end of time."
"You really think the movie-going public knows that Lepus is Latin for hare? Get a grip, man."
"Get a grip? My money is being flushed down the toilet as we speak and you're telling me to get a grip?" screamed the producer.
The underling tossed a baggie toward the producer, "Hey man, shroom up. It'll make you feel better."
The producer quickly snatched the baggie before replying curtly, "no it won't and thank you."
[Side note: I have no idea how I've gone so long without reviewing this movie. In addition to having killer rabbits, it also has that fellow who was always standing and walking, you know, Rory Calhoun. Don't worry, Dave's-Blog-about-Movies-and-Such-ites, I'll get around to reviewing this soon. I just gotta rewatch it.]