Edgy MD

They're all pretty good.

Julian Temple directs a documentary on the life of the Clash's frontman, featuring companions, disciples, and (inexplicably) slumming actors sitting around a fire and reminiscing.

Gwreck wrote: I've tried and tried but I still don't get Bull Durham. It's just not funny. Tried and tried and still mystified? Yeah, it's supposed to be a realistic slice of minor league life, with all the charms and heartbreaks. I don't think it is all that much. It's a chicka flicka. Most Kevin Costner flicks are, no matter how many guys get punched.

An alienated college professor stumbles into an accidental friendship with a pair of immigrants in New York. This is by the maker of The Station Agent.

Then vote for Howard the Duck or Some Kind of Wonderful or All the Right Moves where she was highly undressed. Alll movies have pretty girls.

Go for it.

Too little, too late, though. I sentence you all to rent Airplane! tonight. Saturday Night Fever jokes, those are timeless.

The Blues Brothers is getting such a bum rap here. You can take the "mission from God" thing with a pound of salt (you're supposed to), and see this for what it is --- a different sort of spiritual journey into the heart of the American dream. That the point of the dream isn't the achievement but the journey. Guided by this wonderful mongrel music that grew out of it's own tranformative American journey up the Mississippi, these misfits run up against everything hostile to John Landis' mongrel vision of America --- the highbrow hate of the Illlinois Nazis, the lowbrow hate of the narrow-minded monolithic whitey culture embodied in "The Good Ol' Boys," tax collectors unable to see the public purpose of a dying mid-century model orphanage. Technically, the film can be hit and miss. It has some great editing --- the car chase through the mall --- and some crap editing --- Blue Lou Marini getting hs head cropped during a sax solo. The set dance pieces erupting from some of the musical numbers are wonderful, and they show you what this music is capable of. Those aren't two cops always a hundred yards behind them. That's death, and this is Landis' own very American Seventh Seal, with Belushi as the dis-spirited former crusader having to be coaxed back on his horse one more time. Yeah, they end up back in prison, but don't we all, in a sense? The important thing is to redeem a few John Candys along the way, and maybe wipe out a couple of platforms of hatred.

It's a good road movie also. The music is the flavor. The chases are the meat. Best Steve Lawrence performance on film ever.

I know. They created a mook that I could care about. How do you do that?

Had a thread for this back at the old site, I think. Since seeing this, we refer to all clubs as "You know, Train of the Month Club."

Biff's a good character actor. III was all Biff. Tweach his own, but I'm surprised anyone can find BB to be totally virtue-less. That's some of the best music of the twentieth century there --- as much Memphis Soul as Chicago Blues (and Aretha brought the Muscle Shoals sound). Simply as a delivery system for that music, I dig it. I also like seeing Landis use other filmmakers as actors.

sharpie Johnson's right about Mole Johnson being right about Lunchbucket Johnson being right.

Finally, it's douchebag vs. douchebag.

bmfc1 wrote: And since when does our criteria matter? I think we 'mericans can be too brand loyal, to the point we can anchor our self image to a brand. If that hasn't really been you, then great. I think it can be any of us. We get a more interesting and substantial turn out when we look deeper. How often do you hear variations this exchange in every-day life? "What do do you think of this song?" "Who's it by"?

I told E.T. to watch out for that bogus crane technique.

I have to admit the first time (and probably after, even though it was explained to me), I didn't understand what the brutish sensei was saying when he looked Johnny in the eyes and said "Sweep the leg." What I heard was "Sweet to lick." Now, that really made sense when you think his sensei is supposed to be examining Johnny's bloody nose. Saying "Sweet to lick" would really inspire the horror that Johnny's face flashes: "Are you saying what I think you're saying? You want to lick my bloody nose right here? Homoerotically? In front of all these people?" Because, in my confused mind, that was the subtext I was reading. It got even more awkward when the next two lines were: Sensei: You have a problem with that? Johnny: No, Sensei. I was feeling not a little uncomfortable about the type of movie Karate Kid was turning into.

That's goofy. Among other things, when Stewart palled around with Reagan, Reagan was a Democrat. He was a roommate and a lifelong best friend to Henry Fonda, as lefthanded as they come. We all need to realize that hating the right sort of people is not advancing any noble cause.

Come on, bm. We're voting for movies, not for president.

Really? So you'd take, say, Dracula: Dead and Loving It over True Lies? Mr. Magoo over Total Recall?

Two protagonists with their develompment somewhat derailed by being raised by an over-whelmed single mom. But the lack of supervision gives them time to get into the hijinks that drive the plot.

Interestingly, Ms. Edgy inexplicably rented 1985's Tuff Turf last week, featuring a young Robert Downey (no "Jr."in the credits). You get the idea that he (1) has had all along goal to subvert everything he does (even subversive films get subverted), and (2) usually finds a gay way to do it. Were he and Spader living together at the time? You know, coitally?

The Rob Reiner/Rob Reiner smackdown is set up.

Yeah, I'm not wowing his performance, though I give him credit for being game. Just wowing the moxie it took to get away with it. I understood maybe 42% of what came out of Downey's mouth.

This was somehow both better and worse than I expected. The character of Les Grossman might've had the ADL barking if Spike Lee was directing instead of Ben Stiller. But wow.