Eagles in Drag
Watched my ex-Blockbuster copy of My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done. It was indeed about as weird as you'd expect a Herzog/Lynch team-up to be.
Also, perhaps because I watched it in bed (green_trilobite was watching Kick-Ass in the living room), it was weirdly soothing. I think there was something of the "even a tragic fate is satisfying because at least it's a fate instead of life just being all random" going on as a theme...
Dafoe listens well as everyone tells him their story, and Michael Pena kind of grew on me as the junior detective anxious to do something heroic. Udo Kier is pretentious and slightly confused, Chloe Sevigne faintly exasperated. Michael Shannon is believably, mythically nuts, and Graze Zabriskie is the most smothering mom ever (her twitchiness is both creepy and hilarious). Dourif only has a couple of scenes as Shannon's redneck ostrich-farmer uncle, who seems in some way to be a marginally less-crazy version of his nephew, but both are pretty memorable. The flamingoes and the oatmeal turn in fine supporting performances.
Also, perhaps because I watched it in bed (green_trilobite was watching Kick-Ass in the living room), it was weirdly soothing. I think there was something of the "even a tragic fate is satisfying because at least it's a fate instead of life just being all random" going on as a theme...
Dafoe listens well as everyone tells him their story, and Michael Pena kind of grew on me as the junior detective anxious to do something heroic. Udo Kier is pretentious and slightly confused, Chloe Sevigne faintly exasperated. Michael Shannon is believably, mythically nuts, and Graze Zabriskie is the most smothering mom ever (her twitchiness is both creepy and hilarious). Dourif only has a couple of scenes as Shannon's redneck ostrich-farmer uncle, who seems in some way to be a marginally less-crazy version of his nephew, but both are pretty memorable. The flamingoes and the oatmeal turn in fine supporting performances.