DISCO PIGS - Or, the color of crazy
Well, I finally did it. I had the time, energy, and mental wellness to sit down and watch Disco Pigs for the first time since I originally rented it.
Disco Pigs is not a movie to watch when I am feeling vulnerable, depressed, anxious or having any sort of shit day. I learned this the hard way. If you are a glutton for punishment and love to feel miserable after watching a movie, watch DP when you're feeling blue. Unless you have nerves of steel, this is a movie that will fuck with you on many levels.
Well, in my opinion anyway.
Darren/Pig is a role that Murphy originated on the stage; his first role and, very befittingly, his first feature film role. I would kill to see a video of this from his theater days because I have the playbook, and I want to see how this was executed since it originally was just a two person show. That kind of energy is nuts. Murphy is never better than in this movie, especially with the body language and facial expressions. I say the same of Elaine Cassidy, the movie version of Sinead/Runt.
This is the story about two young adults who are obsessively and suffocatingly close. Runt is quieter with her crazy, Pig wears it loud and proud. Pig soon wants more than just friendship, but Runt is not in place where she knows what she wants...the temptation to explore life is there, as she seems to be more aware of the world around them rather than cutting them all off completely as Pig does with ease and a wide, maniacal grin. Runt is placed in a situation where she is separated from Pig and starts to let others into her life; but Pig is not about to give up the fight as he feels he has nothing but her to live for.
That's the summary and I'll talk with spoilers after this paragraph, so be warned. Everyone in this movie is great; there is nothing more can be said on it without really getting into it, so if you don't want to know about it on a spoiler-y level, now is the time to leave.
All clear?
OK, then.
So. I'm a person who can relate to this kind of obsessive feeling that Pig and Runt share. I have had borderline insanity moments of suffocating closeness and protectiveness with certain friends of mine; all in a non-sexual way, I might add. I've always been the girlfriend my friends dread bringing their boyfriends to meet because I am a harsh, judgmental cunt who sees the romantic interest in question as a barrier between me and my girls. I am not someone you want to fuck with when it comes to my friends. My friends know to only complain about their significant other to me when there is something seriously wrong because when I say, "Do you want me to kick his ass?" I mean it. I'm scary. I have a coldness to me in person; many people are intimidated to approach me because of a vibe I give off (unconsciously). This may come as a surprise to many of you, but it's something I've just had my whole life; an in-person distance, like I'm not quite living on planet Earth 100% of the time and I'd kick your ass if you tried to talk me back down. ::shrug::
In anyway, I get where Pig is coming from, and I sympathize greatly with him and I want nothing more than his happiness with this film. His happiness is a seventeen year old boy's wet dream of getting laid and dying happily by the hands of his lady, apparently, but that does not bode well for me. I want these two rat fuck crazies to live happily, crazily ever after. I hate it when the crazies don't win! I hate it when the gays don't win! (another rant entirely separate from this, but had to be said anyway) I want my crazies to win, damn it, and getting laid is not the end all, be all of human existence (well, try telling that to a 17 year old boy and he might put up an argument but whatever). So this movie is not my ideal ending, but I love it nonetheless because of two nut-jobs living in their own fantasy world.
That's my kind of story.
::looks around::
In fact, it is my story, so there you go.
And yeah, I GET why he had to die and I GET all of the symbolism of the movie, the blue, the pigs, the television, yeah. This isn't a case of me not understanding this shit; it's me being unhappy with it. I haven't talked with enough fans of this movie to know if my opinion is the majority or minority here; I don't really care. Some people think it's a beautiful, bittersweet ending...but it failed me, personally. Honestly, there isn't enough time in my life to make a comprehensive list of movies/books/tv shows where I feel Shit Would Have Been Much Better If They Just Let the Crazy Fuck Win.
Oh, and sorry to say, but I don't care for Murphy's singing voice. He sings the second song during the credits, but I didn't care for his voice. Maybe if it were a real violent, rock song I'd think differently, but didn't dig his vocals so much. Glad he didn't go into music; he's a much better actor ;P
Disco Pigs:
Overall Story: 4.9
Insanity Meter: Off the chart
Would I Buy: Yes, I own it
Can Your Mum Watch It: Wouldn't recommend
Death Toll: Suffocated shortly after deflowering. He went happy.
Angst-o-Meter: Off the chart
Gun Toting: No, but crazy sexual-tension, obsessive angst violence, which is better
Would I Recommend: Yes
Disco Pigs is not a movie to watch when I am feeling vulnerable, depressed, anxious or having any sort of shit day. I learned this the hard way. If you are a glutton for punishment and love to feel miserable after watching a movie, watch DP when you're feeling blue. Unless you have nerves of steel, this is a movie that will fuck with you on many levels.
Well, in my opinion anyway.
Darren/Pig is a role that Murphy originated on the stage; his first role and, very befittingly, his first feature film role. I would kill to see a video of this from his theater days because I have the playbook, and I want to see how this was executed since it originally was just a two person show. That kind of energy is nuts. Murphy is never better than in this movie, especially with the body language and facial expressions. I say the same of Elaine Cassidy, the movie version of Sinead/Runt.
This is the story about two young adults who are obsessively and suffocatingly close. Runt is quieter with her crazy, Pig wears it loud and proud. Pig soon wants more than just friendship, but Runt is not in place where she knows what she wants...the temptation to explore life is there, as she seems to be more aware of the world around them rather than cutting them all off completely as Pig does with ease and a wide, maniacal grin. Runt is placed in a situation where she is separated from Pig and starts to let others into her life; but Pig is not about to give up the fight as he feels he has nothing but her to live for.
That's the summary and I'll talk with spoilers after this paragraph, so be warned. Everyone in this movie is great; there is nothing more can be said on it without really getting into it, so if you don't want to know about it on a spoiler-y level, now is the time to leave.
All clear?
OK, then.
So. I'm a person who can relate to this kind of obsessive feeling that Pig and Runt share. I have had borderline insanity moments of suffocating closeness and protectiveness with certain friends of mine; all in a non-sexual way, I might add. I've always been the girlfriend my friends dread bringing their boyfriends to meet because I am a harsh, judgmental cunt who sees the romantic interest in question as a barrier between me and my girls. I am not someone you want to fuck with when it comes to my friends. My friends know to only complain about their significant other to me when there is something seriously wrong because when I say, "Do you want me to kick his ass?" I mean it. I'm scary. I have a coldness to me in person; many people are intimidated to approach me because of a vibe I give off (unconsciously). This may come as a surprise to many of you, but it's something I've just had my whole life; an in-person distance, like I'm not quite living on planet Earth 100% of the time and I'd kick your ass if you tried to talk me back down. ::shrug::
In anyway, I get where Pig is coming from, and I sympathize greatly with him and I want nothing more than his happiness with this film. His happiness is a seventeen year old boy's wet dream of getting laid and dying happily by the hands of his lady, apparently, but that does not bode well for me. I want these two rat fuck crazies to live happily, crazily ever after. I hate it when the crazies don't win! I hate it when the gays don't win! (another rant entirely separate from this, but had to be said anyway) I want my crazies to win, damn it, and getting laid is not the end all, be all of human existence (well, try telling that to a 17 year old boy and he might put up an argument but whatever). So this movie is not my ideal ending, but I love it nonetheless because of two nut-jobs living in their own fantasy world.
That's my kind of story.
::looks around::
In fact, it is my story, so there you go.
And yeah, I GET why he had to die and I GET all of the symbolism of the movie, the blue, the pigs, the television, yeah. This isn't a case of me not understanding this shit; it's me being unhappy with it. I haven't talked with enough fans of this movie to know if my opinion is the majority or minority here; I don't really care. Some people think it's a beautiful, bittersweet ending...but it failed me, personally. Honestly, there isn't enough time in my life to make a comprehensive list of movies/books/tv shows where I feel Shit Would Have Been Much Better If They Just Let the Crazy Fuck Win.
Oh, and sorry to say, but I don't care for Murphy's singing voice. He sings the second song during the credits, but I didn't care for his voice. Maybe if it were a real violent, rock song I'd think differently, but didn't dig his vocals so much. Glad he didn't go into music; he's a much better actor ;P
Disco Pigs:
Overall Story: 4.9
Insanity Meter: Off the chart
Would I Buy: Yes, I own it
Can Your Mum Watch It: Wouldn't recommend
Death Toll: Suffocated shortly after deflowering. He went happy.
Angst-o-Meter: Off the chart
Gun Toting: No, but crazy sexual-tension, obsessive angst violence, which is better
Would I Recommend: Yes