cross-platform
I found myself again pondering the inner-workings of the flesh trade tonight while at a home-screening of Thriller AKA They Call Me One-Eye AKA Hooker's Revenge. A softcore swedish tale of gritty european rampage interspersed with outlandish gore and xxx close-up poundfucking.
The lead is a poor Mute girl who is seduced and saddled with a heroin addiction and thrown into prostiution. As a punishment for insolence her pimp cuts her eye with a scalpel. she wears an eyepatch throughout the film.
Whatever you call the movie, it was a huge influence on Kill Bill.
Though I wouldn't necessarily be all "If You Liked Kill Bill, you'll like--" without qualification.
The thing is, the pimp in the film is this total moron. He has, like, all this paperwork pertaining to his pimping that he sorts through, because nothing says secure like a self-generated paper-trail. When she escapes he chases her down on foot with his car in a public park, people walking by, cars passing, broad daylight. Guess that's how they roll in Sweden.
The second film of the evening was Primer, a surprise hit at Sundance this year that I would call an improbably successful marriage of Pi and Office Space. It was shot in my hometown, the suburbs of Dallas, and in addition to occasional exterior shots showcasing landmarks, it was kind of refreshing to see a movie filled with texan accents coming out of brilliant inventive characters. I understand the stereotype, jesus-fuck I do. but there's all kinds of cerebral down there, i'm talking about Texas. it's like an even larger version of LA, where everything and everyone is so spread out that if you want to find any group of people you'd care to rattle off, you will. I'm only sweet-talking it because I'm not there--every time I am? I'm ready to go about when it's time to go.
Yesterday I visited a local game shop that hooked me up with a copy of Blades Of Steel, the underrated contra-in-space S.C.A.T., sega's imaginative me-too fighting game Eternal Champions, featuring kung-fu catburglar Larcen, who with the right kind of eyes allows you to play Rohrschach in a fighting game. Rounding out the aqusitions is Shaq Fu. 1994 retail? 49.99. 2004? .99. worth every penny.
I love drugs.
The lead is a poor Mute girl who is seduced and saddled with a heroin addiction and thrown into prostiution. As a punishment for insolence her pimp cuts her eye with a scalpel. she wears an eyepatch throughout the film.
Whatever you call the movie, it was a huge influence on Kill Bill.
Though I wouldn't necessarily be all "If You Liked Kill Bill, you'll like--" without qualification.
The thing is, the pimp in the film is this total moron. He has, like, all this paperwork pertaining to his pimping that he sorts through, because nothing says secure like a self-generated paper-trail. When she escapes he chases her down on foot with his car in a public park, people walking by, cars passing, broad daylight. Guess that's how they roll in Sweden.
The second film of the evening was Primer, a surprise hit at Sundance this year that I would call an improbably successful marriage of Pi and Office Space. It was shot in my hometown, the suburbs of Dallas, and in addition to occasional exterior shots showcasing landmarks, it was kind of refreshing to see a movie filled with texan accents coming out of brilliant inventive characters. I understand the stereotype, jesus-fuck I do. but there's all kinds of cerebral down there, i'm talking about Texas. it's like an even larger version of LA, where everything and everyone is so spread out that if you want to find any group of people you'd care to rattle off, you will. I'm only sweet-talking it because I'm not there--every time I am? I'm ready to go about when it's time to go.
Yesterday I visited a local game shop that hooked me up with a copy of Blades Of Steel, the underrated contra-in-space S.C.A.T., sega's imaginative me-too fighting game Eternal Champions, featuring kung-fu catburglar Larcen, who with the right kind of eyes allows you to play Rohrschach in a fighting game. Rounding out the aqusitions is Shaq Fu. 1994 retail? 49.99. 2004? .99. worth every penny.
I love drugs.