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I'm not knocking the overall project, but I have a few reservations about the criteria, which I suspect contain some degree of redundancy.
I can see how a film could be pretentious and existential without being macho.
I can also see how a film could be macho and pretentious without being existential.
But I do not see how a film could be both macho and existential without being also pretentious, pretty much by default.
So I think that if you call this thing the Existential Macho Theatre you've pretty much got the 'Pretentious' aspect covered.
Sweet smell of success! Next one up in a few minutes. Watch the header.
Stæve: Sorry about your lack of infrastructure. Surely no internet at home means more quality time with the family and exploring the great outdoors? In a way I envy you.
This is an excellent idea, but I fear Greg will lose patience.
In an effort to bring clarity to the subjective phrase "interest in the project," I am going to tell Greg that, given the size of this group, board "interest" is there if he gets one PM every few titles he spews forth.
STONE
Things I learned from this movie
Sidecars make great hearses.
Satanic Funerals are really lame, tho, somewhat loud.
Pros use crossbows. A what?!! A CROSS BEW!
Scene around the pinball machine with the arrow bolt sticking up at 28 minutes in is priceless.
"Being a criminal means being against pigs, and that means strict one jacket one vote democracy. you dig, pig?"
Satanic Ear piercing and wardrobe ceremonies are really lame too.
why wouldn't david letterman give toad a kiss?
Conspiracies can only happen in semi-dark rooms and in large lapel suits.
WHAT IS THE LAW!?!
"its particular, but when you have been conditioned into believing something and you blow it - i mean you really blow it - you get this incredible sense of shame, its funny, because you can always recognize fellow travelers. And when you ride bikes, man, I mean when you REALLY ride bikes, I suppose its inevitable." - Dr. Death.
awww. toady was frightened of gettin a kickin.
I thought the movie should have ended with the blood on the angel, but then I am a satanist.
You god damned layabout fart in the wind.
In your defense, you need to be a layabout in at least the mid-latitudes to really get overcome by the crippling panic induced by the noticeable passage of time. This week, for example, the average day here will shorten by about 30 minutes. That is soul-destroying.
Trust me, it's awful. And let me tell you, you'd get around to watching this movie within DAYS!
i need a new computer soon too.
but in the meantime - KILL THEM ALL AND COME BACK ALONE
- bouncing cowboys!
- chuck connors is stretched leather with glistening whites leading a ragtag crew of outcasts from some Italian carnival sideshow - bombs, blade, bouncer, bulging muscles, and bolo!
- wolff and connors have some very deep conversations...conversations with their fists!
- dell'acqua's Kid is like Kinski's gay little brother and responsible for most of the bouncing cowboys
- part heist, part escape, part chase, all double cross!
- sink the gold, sink the gold
Watch for the scene at about the 3/5 mark where Gregory Harrison walks through a matte painting.
I just got to this part. I'm really liking how he had nightmarish hallucinations about what I can only describe as a combo between one of the Mystics from Henson's The Dark Crystal and stegosaurus remains; WEARING A BLACK WIG.
This movie is also nicely shot. I never thought I'd be saying this.
I knew that something had compelled me to track down RAZORBACK but I forgot what. Then I went back to Alex Cox's first MOVIEDROME GUIDE, which I read last December. And there on p. 28:
Before he tackled RAZORBACK, Russell Mulcahy had been a director of rock videos. In the early 1980s, he went to the jungles of Sri Lanka with a gang of pudgy white boys called 'Duran Duran' and made three very exotic rock videos, back to back, for £20,000. They made Duran Duran very famous and very rich. Since then, Mulcahy has made two films. RAZORBACK was his first.
It is an example of the rock video school of film-making: a lot of coloured lights, wide-angle lenses, cloud filters, revolving ceiling fans, and a great many tracking and dolly and crane shots that don't really mean anything but look good and keep the film rolling along.
This is the story of weird goings-on in and around the town of Gamulla in the Australian outback. It's a catalogue of hideousnes: horrible, kangaroo-murdering Australians; slaughter houses; Barry Manilow posters; jounalists; songs by Elton John; misogynistic, drunk and nasty Australian men; and a giant, metal-eating pig. It's a darker view of Australia and Australian life than the Australian cinema normally gives us these days. But it's an interesting film and has many good aspects, including a wonderful, surrealistic dream sequence in the middle. Hallucination photography in this film is credited to one Mr Steve Dobson.
I produced a nearly perfect 1:3 scale knock-off of this blurb out of my subconscious memory without knowing I was doing it. This is pretty embarrassing and further evidence that I am incapable of coming up with a single original idea of my own. Of course, if you wanted to be charitable you might say that there are only so many noteworthy remarks one could make about this movie, and it's probably inevitable that Cox and I would pay attention to the same things. But I still feel like a plagiarist, even if it wasn't deliberate. You can ask for your money back.
that this movie scarcely looks dated at all despite being twenty-five years old; only the TRS-80 with magic pig-tracking plastic overlay stands out, as well as people making calls from pay phones, I guess. That is because Hollywood glommed on to the rock-video schtick and now every big-budget thriller looks like this. I am not claiming Mulcahy is some kind of forgotten genius or anything but it sure seems that he failed to capitalize on the boom of a trend that he was among the first to ride. N.B. More than anything this flick reminds me visually of the ones Paul Schrader did with Fernando Scarfiotti as his production designer, obv. and esp. CAT PEOPLE. Lest anyone get the idea that I am being snide by pointing out the matte paintings I must clarify that I actually really love matte paintings and greatly prefer them to shitty CGI FX. I wish I lived in a matte painting.
The cinematography was actually pretty stunning, right from the very first shot in the movie. Nice steady, mathematical shots throughout etc.
The movie didn't get functional until just after the hallucination sequence. The plot is then wrapped up -- which of course is not worthy of mention. Man gets woman. Boar dies.
Also, did you notice that a Duran Duran song (was it Planet Earth my memory sucks) is played on the radio when Journalist Woman is fleeing PetPak?
I will say that it had me totally engrossed at that hallucination sequence ... it could've gone ANYWHERE. Why end it so blandly!?
But, see, that guy was the "authority."
One of the best scenes is when the crazy Aussies tell the Canadian milquetoast that he's "in the middle of bugger" and that they'll be back in five or six hours. They then toss him a blanket and take off.
And, yes, 90-min hallucination sequence without a doubt.
PS: I waited 40 minutes for this movie to download and I can't find it anywhere on my computer. I clearly wasn't streaming it. What gives? Should this be a PM?
i refuse to re-watch RAZORBACK having been sucked into the movie when it was released. I remember it getting all sorts of crazy praise from mainstream and genre critics because it was stylish and scary. When I finally got to rent a vhs copy from the horror shelves of the local video store, I was horribly disappointed. I think that while it had moments, the monster was unimpressive and the style was not scary. But yes, its influential if only for the last twenty minutes with the slaughterhouse standoff.
This is a fair-decent 2.39:1 print. I can see how pan-'n'-scan would hurt it. However, it is true that it is not scary. I got exactly one good jump out of it when he dumps the windmill into the stock pond. Also there is no one fucking movie I can run that will make all of you mugs happy. I guess this whole procedure is an attempt to find that movie. That windmill over there sure looks like a giant.
you do not need to tell me.
I got a stern lecture from my new BRIDE about how i do not take care of things like my computer and my car, they are not toys they are tools and should not be played with everyday. How many viruses have you gotten since you had your computer? When was your last oil change for your car? Do you even know where to go to get that? And why did it take so much effort to get a locksmith out here today, it was a whole production.
So yeah, the world of DEADLOCK looks really good right now. Even with the sun in my eyes and getting run down in the middle of the desert. it looks fucking fantastic.
well Dump was stuck in the middle of the shithole with two hypersexualized sun baked ice queens. the winter winds never blew so cold and crazy. Though, the desert wild hair nymphette holds some mythic power which automatically makes me believe I would have been born a girl just to get mowed down holding my good shoes. Tragic.
The Kid should have died, or at least been unable to start the car at the end. I wish I looked that good in a suit. But most likely I would be the failed sadistic sunshine. Who's sight was a bit off.
SITTING TARGET
- soundtrack sounds a lot like J.Lurie's for Stranger than Paradise
- Harry killed a postman?
- People just do not foam at the mouth as much as they used to, do they?
- some use in kicking a dead dog
- 40.41 violence against pornos
- english motorcycles explodes
- violence against all of british ladies' unmentionables
- day/night/day again is pretty priceless
Women. Damnit.











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