Wednesday, April 11
Jimbo's Grindhouse Review
So we talked about going to see GRINDHOUSE for free at the Vista, where Jimbo still gets in for free, but that was a fantasy, as I don't have the time to drive all the way into Hollywood just to see a movie, free or not. The next day, he e-mailed me under the title SAW GRINDHOUSE which doesn't have anything to do with SAW but who knows may be relevant down the line:
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It's a bore, a bore, a bore.
It is too long and laborious. Campy and obtrusive. Gross but no real feel good. Rodriguez has definitely been moltested. Liberal and pretends to be politically incorrect-but actually in the end champions it. Geared for the youth culture in such a simpering way. I am glad I am old. I am glad that I don't care.
I am asked him what the Hell he meant by all that. He was kind enough to expand on the subject:It is too long and laborious. Campy and obtrusive. Gross but no real feel good. Rodriguez has definitely been moltested. Liberal and pretends to be politically incorrect-but actually in the end champions it. Geared for the youth culture in such a simpering way. I am glad I am old. I am glad that I don't care.
Dear Mr. Terrific,
I wrote that email early this morning when the movie jumbled in my head vacillating between annoyance, disgust and ennui. When I woke up this morning I realized why I hated Grindhouse so: there are already so many bad movies that have been made-why make one on purpose?-that may fall under the guise of post modern parody-like a Saturday Night Live skit. Somehow the Saturday Night Live skits are more merciful because they are at least short. They make their joke and then get out of there-in Grindhouse-each feature goes on for much too long-and in Quentin Terrentino's "Death Proof" there are long indulgent discourses that are tedious and silly. However, the kids think those raps are thought provoking. The double feature works along the latch key syndrome-of when kids
would come home from High School and would get high and watch bad movies on television. The reason why I say Rodriguez is molested is his penchant toward grossing out the audience. A molested child is forced to have his/her nose poked into the predator's privates and shit-Rodrigeuz evokes his revenge on the audience by making us-the spectator's nose forced to sniff his privates and shit. Do you see what I am saying: the aesthetic of movies is now to rape the audience as they the film makers were once raped-if not physcially-then at least, spiritually.
Another reason why I despised the movie so much is that I really abhor twenty year olds. Which is the demographic the movie caters to. To me, the twenty year olds are succinctly uninteresting. I hate how they talk to their sinuses and how they quote "People" magazine like we quoted Sartre in our twenties. Hell is other people.
I liked "Death Proof" because in it Kurt Russell sets out to maim and kill twenty year olds.
How the movie pretends to be politically incorrect-it assumes a
misogynist pose-there are pussy jokes, and you see tit throughout . Etc. But in "Death Proof"- three women in a souped up car defend themselves and defeat the evil Kurt Russell. So in that regard, it is like Lysistrata-the future is female-women are the warriors-vote Hillary. Don Imus is a bad man(when in fact, he is just so unfunny and desperate for a laugh-we will say anything-to make him this month's version of Michael Richards) The kids cheered at the end when the girls castrate(metaphorically) Kurt Russell. I cheered because the movie was over and I could go home, Polident my dentures and go to bed.
Is that enough for you to understand?
All the best,
Jimbo.
PS. Go to the New Yorker website and read the review by David Denby-it gives one an accurate account of the movie.
The NEW YORKER review is quite worth reading even if you haven't seen the movie, or, like me, are quite willing to wait for the DVD.I wrote that email early this morning when the movie jumbled in my head vacillating between annoyance, disgust and ennui. When I woke up this morning I realized why I hated Grindhouse so: there are already so many bad movies that have been made-why make one on purpose?-that may fall under the guise of post modern parody-like a Saturday Night Live skit. Somehow the Saturday Night Live skits are more merciful because they are at least short. They make their joke and then get out of there-in Grindhouse-each feature goes on for much too long-and in Quentin Terrentino's "Death Proof" there are long indulgent discourses that are tedious and silly. However, the kids think those raps are thought provoking. The double feature works along the latch key syndrome-of when kids
would come home from High School and would get high and watch bad movies on television. The reason why I say Rodriguez is molested is his penchant toward grossing out the audience. A molested child is forced to have his/her nose poked into the predator's privates and shit-Rodrigeuz evokes his revenge on the audience by making us-the spectator's nose forced to sniff his privates and shit. Do you see what I am saying: the aesthetic of movies is now to rape the audience as they the film makers were once raped-if not physcially-then at least, spiritually.
Another reason why I despised the movie so much is that I really abhor twenty year olds. Which is the demographic the movie caters to. To me, the twenty year olds are succinctly uninteresting. I hate how they talk to their sinuses and how they quote "People" magazine like we quoted Sartre in our twenties. Hell is other people.
I liked "Death Proof" because in it Kurt Russell sets out to maim and kill twenty year olds.
How the movie pretends to be politically incorrect-it assumes a
misogynist pose-there are pussy jokes, and you see tit throughout . Etc. But in "Death Proof"- three women in a souped up car defend themselves and defeat the evil Kurt Russell. So in that regard, it is like Lysistrata-the future is female-women are the warriors-vote Hillary. Don Imus is a bad man(when in fact, he is just so unfunny and desperate for a laugh-we will say anything-to make him this month's version of Michael Richards) The kids cheered at the end when the girls castrate(metaphorically) Kurt Russell. I cheered because the movie was over and I could go home, Polident my dentures and go to bed.
Is that enough for you to understand?
All the best,
Jimbo.
PS. Go to the New Yorker website and read the review by David Denby-it gives one an accurate account of the movie.
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