Roger Corman deserves mad love, but I think you’d have to be crazy not to give it up to the remake. Turning Audrey II into a soul singer with sexy-ass lips in the 1986 version of The Little Shop of Horrors makes the exotic plant all the more irresistible, giving Seymour stranger, more unconcious reasons to be drawn into fulfilling Audrey II’s murderous demands.
Seeing this movie as a kid taught me everything I needed to know about black comedy. Killing people is funny! Even if Seymour is a little conflicted about it—the killer plant is charming! I want to hang out with it, and if it takes a little murder to keep it happy… eh. Plus you could sing along with it. I would’ve been a freakin’ ROADIE for Audrey II if it ever decided to take that show on tour.
Final thought: Is it creepy that I thought that the lacy sling on the regular Audrey’s arm was kinda hot?