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brontiustrex
Like just causing a ruckus sometimes on the boards.
Favorite films:
La Haine
Oldboy
Chinatown
Dr Strangelove
Battle Royale
Worst films:
Maid In Manhattan
Pathfinder
Sex And The City
Shark Tale
Favorite movie folk:
Takeshi Kitano
Dennis Hopper
Stanley Kubrick
Takashi Miike
Coolest famous person meet: Had a pint with Tim Roth and Ewan Bremner.
Worst famous person meet: Edith Bowman. In fact so unimpressed with her was I, that when a second meet seemed inevitable, I genuinely went for poo just to avoid her.
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Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus (2003)
Somewhat disturbing viewing
Having caught this film last night on the t.v. I was unsure as to what I was about to see, but sat through it anyway. What I found was a saddening and unsettling freak show of deep south U.S.A. and was left feeling I had just watched what could have have been poverty study of rural Russia dubbed into English with some cracking tunes.
The fanaticism of some of the characters visited in the trailer parks and church halls of the economically sparse parts of Louisiana was not a far cry from cultist child abuse - one frightening scene showing a young boy of about ten surrounded in a church by aged women who were screaming and chanting at his shuddering body as they covered him in their hands channelling religious energy into him, the backdrop behind them a writhing mass of tears, laughter and hysteria. The boy himself brainwashed into a frenzy of religious fervour.
The people featured throughout the documentary were a collection of ex-cons, lunatics, hugely talented musicians (although some dreadful) and misfits cast aside by the vastness of the American capitalist empire and somehow all bonded by their all encompassing belief that they had saved themselves from the flames of eternal damnation - "a lake of fire your soul perpetually burns amongst" as one put it. In all the film doesn't judge harshly these people, cut-offs from the produce of the factory of America, or their ways, but instead shows the methods their culture has adopted and adapted to maintain spirit in a desolate and seemingly fruitless existence.
Watch it, it's beautiful film-making, but watch it the way you watch a lunatic screaming a rocks in a park.
Mad Max (1979)
Warning to British fans
If you buy the recent box set of this trilogy then you may find patronising the fact that this is the American dubbed version (they apparently can't understand the Aussie accent). Although well done, and it seems Gibson may have done his own character, the dubbing occasionally throws up a Bronx-like accent and the whole thing sounds loud like a spaghetti western or cheap horror film. I don't know if this has always been the case in British releases, but until now i've had the trilogy on recorded tape from the t.v. (which remains true to the original print) and I may keep that as well as the DVD now. As of yet I have not got round to watching the excellent Mad Max 2 or the Thunderdome, but have never read of them being dubbed so my fingers are crossed.