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A Warner adquiriu os direitos dos filmes em home video. Já circula na net como certo o relançamento dos filmes 1, 2 e 3 em BD pela Warner lá nos EUA. É questão de tempo até lançarem os outros. Minha única preocupação é que a Warner não é tão fã de legendas PT-BR em seus filmes de catálogo lançados lá fora.

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Cara, excelente! Você tem facebook? Lá tem dois grupos onde o pessoal compartilha as capas...   https://www.facebook.com/groups/405353669657553/?ref=bookmarks   https://www.facebook.com/groups/725

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A Warner ficou com tudo? Interessante. Espero um trabalho decente nos filmes em BD.


*E será que exste a chance dela lançar as versões extendidas com as cenas excluídas por causa da censura da época? É o que eu mais quero ver mesmo nesses lançamentos.


**E uma piadinha do kibeloco.com






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Ainda mais sobre o Danny Steinmann... nada se sabia da vida do cara, pq ele parou de dirigir (Sexta V foi seu último filme), etc... Até que alguém resolveu entrevistá-lo francamente e o cara abriu o coração... Segue abaixo apenas a parte em que ele fala o que aconteceu após Sexta V, texto em inglês, mas quem assiste filme americano desde criancinha no idioma ORIGINAL, não terá dificuldade em entender o texto:


Although Danny had his biggest hit, Friday V would be the last film he would ever make. If the saying “You’re only as good as your last film” is true, why did Danny never make another movie again? Why has he kept quiet till his most recent appearance in the Friday the 13th documentary His Name Was Jason? In this chapter, Danny breaks his silence and fills in what happened between 1985 and 2009.

Danny Steinmann: In NY, I took my mother out to dinner one night. A girl comes over to our table dressed beautifully and gorgeous and asks, “Are you Danny Steinmann?”

I said, “Yes.” And she told me who she was. When I was 16, this girl was my life. She was a cross between Natalie Wood and Ava Gardner. Not an exaggeration. We were inseparable for two years. She went away to college, and so did I. I saw her a few times, but the magic was mostly gone. She got married, and we went our separate ways.

Over 25 years later, she tells me she’s divorced and has two kids. I was divorced and had one son. She wrote down her address and phone number and left. 

Friday was finished and the two guys from Boston had hired me to write and direct The Last House on the Left, Part 2. I began to flush out the story. I got together with Margie, the woman that now consumed my heart.

The two moneymen had gone to Cannes to pre-sell the film. A super-talented girl, Tina Landau, helped me write the script. I was being paid good money and anxious to get started. Although I was in my forties, I was experiencing life as I had when I was 16. 

One of the producers asked me to go and look at some locations in Wisconsin. We went, taking my soon-to-be wife with us. After a day or so, I agreed that we could shoot there. About a week later, back in New York, I was told that there was a problem with the rights. It seemed that they had not secured permission from the original writer to shoot a sequel, and although they were paying me good money, their hands were tied and it couldn’t be done. So began a series of bad breaks and missed opportunities that eventually led me to a life without purpose, without hope, without the will to stay alive.

For the moment, no big deal; Margie and I got married and were madly in love. Friday V had done very well, and although not critically received, it was a good credit and I was getting offers. 

I next signed on to write and direct a camp musical entitledFrankenstar. I met with the producers and music executives in order to coordinate a plan of action. I began to write the script and insisted on being paid each week. We went down to Baton Rouge and New Orleans to scout for locations. We met with the governor and various officials to secure locations and obtain permits. They made an offer to Ozzy Osbourne to star in the picture. 

Back in LA with a finished first draft, I secured a crew and began pre production with everyone on board. I received a call telling me that one of the producers was arrested and the other had gone missing. The project collapsed and I was unemployed. I was super pissed, but could do nothing about it. 

I was next offered to write and direct a feature film for Empire Films, a company with a track record for making small but commercially successful films – comedies, thrillers and horror. It was owned and run by the Band family, very nice to work with and financially sound. This time my agent made a deal with them that I would be paid in full whether the film was made or not. 

The story was similar to The Descent. I was given an outline and began to write the script. A month later, they sent me to Italy to scout locations and begin to cast. I was taken to Cinecittà, a major studio in Rome where Empire shot many of their films. I was shown a bunch of caves in southern Italy and found one that would work nicely. 

Back in LA, I met with Charles Band. He told me that Empire was out of business. They had declared bankruptcy. He implored me not to go after my unpaid salary. That he would make it up to me, pay and hire me as soon as he was back on his feet again. I acquiesced, and I’ve never been paid by, hired by, or spoken to Mr. Band again. What the fuck was going on?

Almost two years of marriage, it abruptly came to an end. We both discovered that we weren’t teenagers anymore and couldn’t handle life together as adults. It was my second divorce and I felt like a failure. Life tastes much better when you have someone to share it with. 

I was next offered to direct a film that I had written called Caprice. It was to be shot in Seoul, South Korea. The story was about a girl who loved her father a bit too much. She kills her mother and sister ten pages into the script: a sexual thriller. 

The moneyman screened two of his films for me. He traveled everywhere in his limo. He lived large. I hired three American actors. The rest of the cast would be Korean. I made the father the United States Ambassador. 

Three days before I was to fly to Seoul, I met with my new agent who gave me the news. The film producer was a phony. He had duped a bunch of investors out of large sums of money. He was wanted in Europe for similar schemes. I was floored. I called the Beverly Wilshire, but he had checked out. Trust no one. Not a good time to go to Vegas.

About this time, I had been living in a nice apartment in the valley. I was thrown out of bed early one morning. The apartment started to come apart; the Northridge earthquake. It seemed to go on forever. Everything I owned was no more. 

I moved in with a close friend, hoping my luck would change. I was on a horrible roll. I used to be a very physical person. If I didn’t run, play tennis, go to the gym, something each day, I had trouble functioning. One day I was riding a bicycle when for some reason a pickup truck slammed into me from behind. I flew through the air and landed on the back of a parked car. For some reason I didn’t put my arms out and took the crash full force with my head, crushing my cervical bones, No. 3 through 7. 

I strongly advise wearing a helmet while riding a bike. Christopher Reeves’ fall off his horse obliterated all of the bones in his cervix. He was immediately paralyzed. 

I was left with crushed knees and horrendous pain in my neck. I had successful surgery on my legs, but my neck was no easy fix. I saw many doctors, specialists and surgeons in LA. They came to no consensus and this was becoming expensive since I had no medical insurance. 

I strongly advise to always have medical insurance.

I went to Miami and New York and back to LA trying to find the right doctor or surgeon to help me recover. My pain was becoming acute so I agreed to let a surgeon operate. He would take out the shattered bones and replace those with bones that he constructed from my hip, then sculpt and secure them with titanium plates and screws. He stated that after the operation I would virtually be pain free. That was not to be the case. Post-op I would remain in the hospital for 18 more days. I had trouble breathing on my own. After another attempt to correct my cervical spine, I was free to go and fend for myself. My pain had lessened, but had not gone away. 

A good friend of mine asked me whether I was well enough to go to the Philippines and write and direct a documentary on the life of Imelda Marcos. I asked my doctor and he gave me thumbs up.

Less than a week later, I landed in Manila and was taken to a magnificent house with a huge pool, beautifully furnished, and quite a few servants. I was off my pain meds and feeling good. My luck had changed. That night I met with Madam Marcos at dinner and became entranced by her beauty and her spirit. I was anxious to get to work. The next morning I awoke in pain that I didn’t know existed; blinding, excruciating, stabbing. No words exist to express this torturous overwhelming feeling. 

I was rushed to the hospital, given a shot of Demerol, and thankfully, passed out. I was to remain in this Manila hospital for the next 2½ months, given so many different medications, therapies, and tests; taking heavy doses of pain meds each day. 

Gradually, I began to recover. I asked for any books or publications on the life of Madam Marcos. She also came to the hospital twice to be interviewed. I began to write. I believe it’s the best work that I’ve ever done. I underwent another surgery in the Philippines that they hoped would heal my condition. 

The producer had gone back to the States and I was informed that the documentary was cancelled. When I was able, they put me on a plane back to LA. Mentally and physically, I was in a great deal of pain and now almost broke. 

The next few months in LA are pretty much a blur. My only objective each day was to quiet the growing monster of pain as best I could. I was losing the battle. Almost every night was spent in different emergency wards around the city. I had no money to spend on doctors. My options shrunk. The pain continued to grow mercilessly. 

I bought a knife. That night, I filled the bathtub with water, got in, and slit my wrists. Soon the water turned red. I closed my eyes and thought about my best friend who overdosed on heroin in the mid-sixties, that he had missed Neil Armstrong on the moon, Vietnam, Watergate, Monica Lewinsky, and I drifted away. 

For some reason I hadn’t put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, which I had done every night. I was told that the maid had come in, saw me in the tub of this skanky motel, and rushed downstairs to the front desk. They called the police and five to ten minutes later there were over 12 people in my room. Talk about being embarrassed.

I was taken to the nearest hospital. There I was given a shot of Ativan and put into the psychiatric ward where I would stay for a week. The problem was I was not given any pain medication, not even Tylenol. I didn’t sleep the entire week. I begged, howled, and pleaded to no avail. They considered me an addict and was treated as one. Finally, I was discharged in a great deal of pain.

To this day, I don’t really know whether I was a pain pill addict or whether the pain came from a botched surgery or a combination of both. It didn’t matter. The agony was real and growing. I was still suicidal and super pissed that I was still alive. Each time I saw a bus or a truck coming toward me, I tried to throw myself in front of it, but I could never gather the courage. My mind was all over the place. I couldn’t retain any clear thoughts. 

Somehow, I remembered I had an uncle who lived in Dover, Delaware; my mother’s brother. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in years. I found his telephone number, called, and told him my story. He said with no hesitation, “Get your ass down here.” That was thirteen years ago. Two weeks after my arrival in Dover, I had a wonderful doctor, Medicaid, and Social Security checks. I am virtually pain free now and have a life, not much of one, but it’ll do. Sadly, my uncle and his wife have passed away.

About eight months ago, strange things began to happen. 

I was asked to do an interview for a book on the Friday the 13thseries. Shortly after, I received an invitation to be part of a Friday Vconvention in Dallas and then did a radio interview for deadpit.com, then a commentary for the Savage Streets DVD, then was filmed for a documentary featuring High Rise. Shortly after that, I was asked to do a filmed interview for Friday V, a documentary on all the Fridayfilms, shot in New York, I believe for Starz Cable. The Unseen, the picture I took my name off, has recently been released on DVD and a film I did as an actor in 1965 has resurfaced. I was invited to Cleveland by Cinema Wasteland the first week in April. (I had the best time. The people were wonderful.) A few weeks ago I went to LA to do a commentary and interview for Friday the 13th Part V. I went to a convention in Florida in mid-April and I was invited to NYC for Fangoria, June 5th-7th and then to Kentucky in August.

And that’s my story. My son is in LA trying to succeed as an actor/writer. He is so talented and gifted. The key, I think, is the ability to judge people correctly. It’s a tough business, lots of phonies and lots of good, honest people. Judge them correctly and always wear a helmet while riding a bike and always, always have medical insurance.


Mais sobre a reveladora entrevista aqui:



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Bom, nesse espírito de nostalgia e querendo voltar ao hobby via photoshop de fazer capas personalizadas, eis o futuro cover do BD Sexta-Feira 13:




Quem compra os DVDs/Blu Rays dos Sexta-feira 13 tem mesmo que refazer as capas, porque é cada tranqueira que esse povo faz. Um verdadeiro descaso mesmo. As capas dos VHS eram realmente bem melhores.


Esse pessoal tem que ter em mente que muitas vezes (e no caso do Sexta-feira 13, na maioria das vezes) eles vendem pra quem vai colecionar, e não pra povão. E quem coleciona não gosta de qualquer coisa na coleção. Curte coisas bem feitas.

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Em 1988, pelo que me lembro, foi só a Parte 3 que foi exibida. Parte 1 se não me engano foi em 1989. Em junho (acho). E a Globo hypou bem porque começou a anunciar ele umas 2 ou 3 semanas antes dele passar (Sexta Parte 1 chegou a ter aquelas chamadas do tipo "em breve").


Parte 4 e 5 passou pouco tempo depois dele no mesmo ano (em setembro e outubro).

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Então... eu achei, mas só se digitar o título original do filme, em inglês. E é o único da série disponível, pelo que eu vi. 


O meu aqui também tem que achar os filmes pelo título original.


E a parte 7 é o único da série que tem por lá. Mas ele adquiriram o catálogo da Warner muito recentemente, então tô no aguardo da Parte 1 e os últimos da New Line aparecerem por lá logo e em HD (A Hora do Pesadelo 1 e 2 entrou só agora no catálogo). Já os demais da Paramount ainda não sei porque não foram incluídos, já que os filmes do estúdio estão lá há um tempão .

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Nostalgia pura: chamada da Globo em um domingo de 1987. O filme? Sexta-Feira 13 - Parte 2... 





Achei alguns outros aqui: A chamada de filmes da Globo de 90 com o Sexta-feira 13 Parte 6 no meio.



E de 92/93 com o Sexta-feira 13 Parte 8 no meio.




E tem dessa da Parte 6 e 7.



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Achei uns vídeos bem legais no youtube.


Cenas extendidas das mortes Parte 4:




A da Samantha no barco foi a mais atenuada. A cena original era bem mais longa (e bem terrível).



Cenas extendidas (inclusive das mortes) da Parte 7:





Tá ruim a qualidade do vídeo, mas pelo que o diretor diz, o material original foi mandado pro lixo e o que ficou foi isso aí.

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