The Twisted Path

Some claim that the 1986 film Labyrinth is a seminal part of their movie-going lives. We can neither confirm nor deny reports that this geeky, Jim Henson-directed puppet movie with its semi-psychedelic embellishments holds such sway with us. If someone reported that we once sat deep in the Santa Cruz mountains holding a crystal and chanting a mantra from the film ("You remind me of the man/ What man?/ The man with the power/ What power?/ The power of voodoo"), would he be lying? Does it matter? Is there any way to verify whether we once cherished a signed copy of Fairies, the beloved-by-Renaissance Faire-types book by Labyrinth costume-designer Brian Froud? Fortunately, there isn't. But why should you see Labyrinth? You have kids. You are nostalgic. You want to see the re-issued, restored print in all of its beauty, and you want to see a pubescent Jennifer Connelly. Perhaps you're also interested in a career in muppeteering, or maybe you have never seen David Bowie's long yet spiky hairdo, which oddly matches his snaggly teeth. Whatever your reasons, your time has come.
Wed., April 1, 2 p.m.; April 1-2, 7:15 & 9:25 p.m., 2009