Merciful Movie Malarkey!
I've been away for a while. More on that another day. For the moment, let's go back to one of my timeless activities, Movie Reviewing a la Mode, where I use my impressive lack of taste, culture, and general civilized qualities to analyze the modern film phenomenon. Or something.
Right. Onward ho!
Boondock Saints
Quite a few people I know, but most notably (and vocally) ladybugbutt, have told me that this was a good movie and that I should watch it. In classic me style, I ignored them completely. Well, not deliberately. I just kept not getting around to it. But, trapped in a distant foreign land (Arizona, to be precise) and immobilized with a gimpy knee, I was helpless to resist as the DVD player was loaded and the movie played before my Clockwork Orange-style opened eyes. Okay, I wasn't really that resistant to it. And, in the end, it was a good movie, although not, I suspect, for the same reasons others believe in. I'll get to that shortly.
The plot: Irish beat up Italians and Russians in America. No Nazis were involved. Pity, that.
The pros: The story is basic, but allows for a lot of fun aside moments that really provide the characters with depth and identity. Although, to be fair, I had a hard time separating the two brothers who were the main characters, that's not entirely an unwelcome fact, being that they were twins and of mostly similar minds throughout the film. Willem Dafoe takes the cake in a surprising non-villainous role: a gay FBi inspector. You can't top that. I have to admit, though, that he might have been cast based on his role in Platoon- there is a scene where he strikes the same pose as he does during his death scene in Platoon. But that's probably coincidence, like how Darryl Hannah flopped like a dead fish equally well in Kill Bill 2 and Blade Runner. Never mind that. There's guns and killing and some blood and a guy getting crushed by a toilet and, wonder of wonders, a dead cat. The fun never ends here, and all this without a cheap romance story to "lighten up" the mood. Happy days!
The cons: Believe it or not, one of my biggest gripes was with the DVD- there were a bunch of deleted scenes which I felt should not have been deleted, as they were just outstandingly funny. To me, at least. Maybe not to everyone, since some were kinda tasteless. But hell with that. Tasteless is what it's all about, and seeting a big lesbian kick an Irish boy in the nuts is comedy fucking gold. Score. Also, and this is where I get suspicious, I think all the FEMALE persons who recommended this film to me were a bit preoccupied with the exposure of man-flesh. Two frequently topless Irish laddies running around in the movie? Yeah, I thought so.
The verdict: More thoughtful than your average shoot-em-up. It's worth a few gos. Maybe more, if you're a lady with a hankering for Irish man-flesh.
Disclaimer: Not that I'm in any position to judge people for watching movies laden with man-flesh. My predilection for movies with boobies is well-known, and I am unrelenting in my stance. Boobies are good.
Right. Onward ho!
Boondock Saints
Quite a few people I know, but most notably (and vocally) ladybugbutt, have told me that this was a good movie and that I should watch it. In classic me style, I ignored them completely. Well, not deliberately. I just kept not getting around to it. But, trapped in a distant foreign land (Arizona, to be precise) and immobilized with a gimpy knee, I was helpless to resist as the DVD player was loaded and the movie played before my Clockwork Orange-style opened eyes. Okay, I wasn't really that resistant to it. And, in the end, it was a good movie, although not, I suspect, for the same reasons others believe in. I'll get to that shortly.
The plot: Irish beat up Italians and Russians in America. No Nazis were involved. Pity, that.
The pros: The story is basic, but allows for a lot of fun aside moments that really provide the characters with depth and identity. Although, to be fair, I had a hard time separating the two brothers who were the main characters, that's not entirely an unwelcome fact, being that they were twins and of mostly similar minds throughout the film. Willem Dafoe takes the cake in a surprising non-villainous role: a gay FBi inspector. You can't top that. I have to admit, though, that he might have been cast based on his role in Platoon- there is a scene where he strikes the same pose as he does during his death scene in Platoon. But that's probably coincidence, like how Darryl Hannah flopped like a dead fish equally well in Kill Bill 2 and Blade Runner. Never mind that. There's guns and killing and some blood and a guy getting crushed by a toilet and, wonder of wonders, a dead cat. The fun never ends here, and all this without a cheap romance story to "lighten up" the mood. Happy days!
The cons: Believe it or not, one of my biggest gripes was with the DVD- there were a bunch of deleted scenes which I felt should not have been deleted, as they were just outstandingly funny. To me, at least. Maybe not to everyone, since some were kinda tasteless. But hell with that. Tasteless is what it's all about, and seeting a big lesbian kick an Irish boy in the nuts is comedy fucking gold. Score. Also, and this is where I get suspicious, I think all the FEMALE persons who recommended this film to me were a bit preoccupied with the exposure of man-flesh. Two frequently topless Irish laddies running around in the movie? Yeah, I thought so.
The verdict: More thoughtful than your average shoot-em-up. It's worth a few gos. Maybe more, if you're a lady with a hankering for Irish man-flesh.
Disclaimer: Not that I'm in any position to judge people for watching movies laden with man-flesh. My predilection for movies with boobies is well-known, and I am unrelenting in my stance. Boobies are good.