Friday, July 25, 2014

Another superhero documentary.



"The Death of 'Superman Lives', what happened?".

About the failed Nick Cage Superman of the 90's.
Ultimately, of course, we ended up with "Superman Returns", and then the "Man Of Steel", reboot instead.

Methinks the doc'll make a nice companion to "Doomed!".

I was aware of this one months ago, but it was in such early Kickstart phases, it wasn't worth reporting on.
Well, now, they've got a trailer, and only need completion funds.

I followed this saga back then through all the movie sites at the same time I was anticipating "Freddy vs. Jason", and "The Phantom Menace".
What crazy days those were.

They touched on this film a teensy tiny bit in "Look, up in the sky! The Amazing Story of Superman".
But, this one'll give us the goods.
Can't wait.
It'll be a nostalgia trip.

Up to 8 of these now. This, and...

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

QD: Season 2 begins!


As mentioned last time, chapter 39 was/is going to start season 2.
Well, now, it's season 2, chapter 1, but there it is.


That's at the Jade-Shade page to go look at if ya want.
Or, the link above takes you to the chapter.


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QD:Season 2, Chapter 1. (Streetsweepers meet Blood-Orange and Purple-Pepper)


JS and Chokecherry were back out on patrol.

It was a few weeks later now, and Chokie had mostly recovered from her burns.
JS had some residual twinges of sadness and regret over the loss of his brother, but was recovering fairly well.

JS had long since met Eidolon, and she'd seamlessly blended in as a team member.
Since they knew her before as Omneron, there really wasn't much adjustment to be made.

Chokie repeatedly made half-joking comments to the effect of "she reminds me of me at that age, she's perfect, can't we just adopt her?".

JS kept treating it as jokes, and shrugging it off with an occasional non-committal grunt.

Somehow, the topic of Mage-Shiv came up.

Chokecherry with laughter in her voice, said "I actually wouldn't mind a threesome with a sexy fan if they were nice, but Mage-Shiv is a flakey psycho bitch. She's well known in the community. You really want nothing to do with her".


Just then, two figures leapt into their path.

Both of them female, Asian, and wearing skin tight spandex and rubber outfits.
The one on the left was clad in orange, and stockier in build.
The other, taller, thinner, clad in purple, and with a mask and visor covering more of her face and head.

They proclaimed themselves as Blood-Orange, and Purple-Pepper, respectively, then struck dramatic comic book poses.


JS tilted his head towards Chokie in a manner that indicated he was grinning behind the mask, which indicated he was pretty much saying "speaking of groupies...".

Chokie smirked, shook her head, and simply said "sweety, they're gay".

JS recoiled in confusion.

"I know these guys", she said.
"They're Amy and Alex, my lesbian friends who took in that kid we rescued from the psycho-Christian".

JS finally snapped to recognition "oh, yeah, and they helped make your suit".

"So, you guys are angling to join our team, I take it?", Chokie asked.

"Hell, yeah, sis", Blood-Orange said.

"Gotta keep the old band together, after all", Purple-Pepper said with a wry smirk.

BO, PP, and CC starting to chat about the old days.
JS tuned out.
He didn't know any of their acquaintances.

He picked up that Amy/Blood-Orange was the more cheery fun-loving personality, and that Alex/Purple Pepper was an ultra-feminist ball-buster.

Politically, both of them reminded him of Comrade Crimson Crossbow.
Which in turn reminded him, that he was grateful he'd abandoned that cumbersome wrist crossbow of his, in favor of two kama stowed on his back.
They fit his costume theme better anyway.

As the flow of the conversation proceeded, JS gloomily resigned himself that these two women were the next two Streetsweepers.

"Ah, well, does any man really like his wife's friends?", he asked himself, with an inward shrug.

As if by telepathy, Eidolon broke in over internet watch.
"So, are these two broads on our team now? If so, are they coming to live with us? Cuz, I don't wanna have to move my shit around again".

BO laughed.
"We're keeping our own place, honey".

PP snarked "besides, we already have a brat to take care of".

"Kewl", Eidolon replied in an unreadable deadpan.
Then added "oh, and Chokecherry? No thanks on the whole mommy thing. Really".

Chokecherry blushed.
"Snoopy little bitch", she mumbled.

JS smiled.
It was clunky, and gradual, but the team was growing.
Phase 2 was coming along nicely.

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Faust update.



First, see here, here, and here.

So, I've digested all 15 issues, and seen the movie for comparison.

My verdict on the comic-

Gory and raunchy as hell.
But, the storyline, and the philosophy underpinning it, total bullshit.
Tedious, droning, repeating, pretentious bullshit.

I've concluded that Satanists are just crypto-Catholics.
They'd despise being described that way, but...oh well, too bad.

They play around in the same bullshit mythology, they're just as homophobic and misogynistic, they believe in the same concept of sexual sin, and blindly lump it in with all the others, and given how much Catholics breed, they're actually doing just as much fucking, just Satanists swing more, and use birth control.
They both stole their ritual and iconography from Paganism.
Their decoration sense is equally gaudy and  tacky.
And, they're both obsessed with showmanship.

It's just punk rock Catholicism.
Same bullshit, different costumes.

If you read the comic, you're gonna get an earful of it.
And by "earful", I mean a cement truck with a funnel at the end of the chute emptying into your head until you pop.

My verdict on the film-

As an adaptation, it's actually fucking great.
Totally captures the spirit, if not the letter of the comics.
There's a lot left out, but there's a lot you CAN leave out, because the books are padded and repetitive as fuck.

No way that should have been 15 issues.
Took the guy as long to make the thing as it took me to get Harry published.
Insane.

Anyhoo, Mònica Van Campen dead-on nails the character of Claire, right down to her poses, and hand gestures.
She was probably the best part of this thing.

It totally falls apart at the end, but, so does the comic in its own way.
All supernatural/religious stories fall part at the end, because they have nothing to say.
Their philosophical assertions aren't true.
That matters.
And it proves out in the end product.
Always does.
I just try to enjoy the ride before the crash.

Anyway, stalwart effort by Brian Yuzna.
My apologies to him.
It was a good job after all.

Final verdict of the whole multimedia entity-

Watch porn instead.
It's better for you.
Seriously.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Comics that changed my life forever (Part 3).

This was an update I didn't think was coming, because I never thought I'd find the first and last one I'm about to post.
But damn if I haven't been on this incredible streak.
Ho-lee shit.


Weird War Tales #25 (1974)


Yeah, this mashup happened.
War and horror.
Creepshow, and Full Metal Jacket.
And it was popular, it hung on for 124 issues.

This was gifted to me by my uncles along with "Plop!".
I loved it, my mother threw it out.
I never thought I'd find it again.

Well, between my Google-fu, tenacity, and my lucky streak, I nailed it.
This is the one.
Got it back.
I win.

So, the part that freaked me out, was the story of a dude who suspects his friend of trying to kill him with voodoo, and he catches him with a witch doctor, and kills the witch doctor, only to have his flesh spontaneously melt off down to the skeleton, and his friend explains in his last moments, that the witch doctor was to keep him alive, because he'd been killed in action, and he's been a regenerated zombie the whole time.
Killing the witch doctor broke the spell, hence the meltdown.
Pretty grisly.

In fact, that's the guy on the cover sitting by the tree.

Hmmm, wonder if this planted the seeds for...ACID!!!


Ghost Rider #6, #64, #81 (1974, 1982, 1983)


From here...

I...was a Ghost Rider fan as a little kid.
It's allowed, kids are dumb.

It was actually a subversive act to be into GR back then too.

Ma was on her holy roller trip back then, and things with demons in it were forbidden, and a shitload of my old issues ended up in the fucking trash.

I totally blame the brainwashers, fuck you, you constipated wackaloon Mormon pieces of shit.

Hmm, I probably should've savored this one the way I savored Ang Lee Hulk...but...I dunno....maybe it needs another viewing now...

See? More reclaimed memory/identity, even more glad I'm writing all this shit now.

Well, there they are.
Got my issues back.
Plop, Weird War, these, the damage is fixed.

Yeah, I only got to own three, but I read a shitload more on the racks.
#6 and #64 were old flea market back issues, and I had to smuggle them as fearfully as refugees through Nazi Germany.
Dunno how I got away with a fresh brand new #81, but damned if I was going to miss out on the final issue.

Course, since then, Ghost Rider has been rebooted a jillion times, and they've made the two movies.
It's never really the end in comics.
Unless your publishing house collapses financially.


ROM #42, #43, #44, #47 (1983)



Man, 1983 seems to have been a magical year for scrambling my marbles, huh? ;-)

See here, and here.

I still have these.
I got a shitload more of ROM, but these are the gory ones.

I can't believe Ma didn't throw these on me, but, she probably saw how much tossing Ghost Rider scarred my soul, and religion probably had nothing to say about aliens and robots, and, maybe she figured the damage was done, as far as my weirdness went.

Anyway, 42, 43, and 44 are an arc where ROM gets cloned, and downloaded into a human body, while Quasimodo the living computer downloads into his cyborg body and uses it for mayhem.

The cloning process turns out to be fucked up, and the clones, including ROM, start to decompose and dissolve (shades of Weird War, no wonder I loved it).

Quasimodo is killed, ROM is restored to cyborg form, and all is well.
Then, he fights a Soviet super villain.

#47 introduces a new form of Dire Wraith that sucks your brain out through a drilling tongue straw, and then becomes a perfect clone of you, complete with memories.
As it drains you of grey matter, DNA, and life-force, you shrivel up, and crumble to dust.
So, perfect body-snatching with no evidence.

Notice a theme of disintegration?
Acid, decomposition, I had a theme going.


Faust #1 (1988)


From here...

Skimmed through one of the comics back in the day.

Nifty scene of this couple fucking, full on porn, and then these two zombie-ish monsters come in with machine guns, spray the guy, and blast him into chunks, including his pecker, which flies across panel, and the monsters in unison shout "SEX IS DIRTY!!!".

Wish I'd bought that.
I was chicken though.
Kinda thing if you get caught with as a kid, you get in big fuckin' trouble.
Well, showed them, I make that kinda shit now.
Hee.
B)

Yep, saw this at Shady Dave's flea market, and this series is the mother lode of pornography and gore.
I REALLY wanted it, but it was the Ghost Rider situation times a thousand.
I REALLY would have been in trouble getting caught with this.
I thought.
Probably wouldn't have been caught (unless I said or did something really retarded), probably wouldn't be a huge deal if I had.
Still, the paranoia had been planted in me.

Oh, and I got it wrong, it wasn't zombie monsters, it was just scumbag human hit-men in punk regalia.
And they rape the chick afterward.
Yikes.

So, like I said at the start, I just never thought I'd find this, or Weird War.
But now, I have everything.


Except....but I don't think I can ever find this...but I didn't think I'd find the other things, so here goes.
I swear this exists, and given I've proved all the rest, you'd better just fucking believe me already....

One of the big three networks, my memory screams CBS, but it could've been any of 'em, had a special adult cartoons special, and this was like, between 1980 to 1982, because we didn't have cable yet.

It was on at like 9:00 so kids would be in bed, it was an anthology of shorts, and I only caught the last one.
It was about a tiny little boy standing on the rim of a giant toilet, and he falls in, and gets flushed.

Yeah, that was about the sophistication level of these "adult", cartoons.
They trumpeted the thing for the whole week prior, and I could SWEAR the thing was called "The Comic Strip".
I've looked for it under that name with Google, and IMDB, and nothing.
Tried key words, tried finding just the toilet cartoon, everything I can think of.
Zilch.

Early TV is kind of in a netherworld.
If it wasn't a hit that stood the test of time, or connected to a big star, it's lost.

They could have just burned the thing.
I dunno.

I mean, look at "Twice Upon A Time".
If a whole feature length film produced by George-fucking-Lucas can fall down the memory hole, nothing is safe.

No one else remembers it, people think I'm crazy.
But, they were like that about all the other things I've since found, so fuck y'all.

Anyway, that's it, this is the last thing.

I could live without it, but....I'd really like to know what it was too.
I didn't imagine it.

So, that's it, unless I find that cartoon, that's the end of all of these.
Bubye!!

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Flicks I've watched (Part 38)


"Bingewatch too!!", being part 32.
"Oh-Em-Gee-Three!! (Addendum)", being part 33.
"One more quest. (Updated!!!)", being part 34.
"Acid! (Updated!!!)", being part 35.
"Flicks that really messed me up as a kid. (Part 2)", being part 36.
"Flicks that really messed me up as a kid. (Part 3)", being part 37.

And this one, also being sorta "Flicks that really messed me up as a kid. (Part 4)", but not really.

Because, these didn't mess me up as a kid, and they aren't lost films, they're fairly well known, BUT, I have been curious about them for a good goddamned long while, and seeing them completes a journey like the "messed me up", ones.

BUT, this does complete that series, because, well, there just aren't any more.

Toldja last time I'd explain it.


Willard & Ben (1971-1972)


These pretty much hook together as one long movie, really.

Weird, all my life, and they've never played these on basic cable.
Always saw "Ben", at video stores, and I even had school fiends describe a much gorier movie than you actually see.
Didn't you always hate it when little bastids lied right to your face like that?
Man, that was fuckin' annoying.
Bet those little pricks all became car salesmen.
They're worse than the goddamned rats in the flick...mumble ...grumble...profanity.

ANYHOO!

So, in "Willard", an introvert trains some rats, and their herd..hive...hey what is a community of rats called?
Anyway, the rat hive grows to thousands, and Willard uses them against his tormentors, first for pranks, and escalating finally to murder.

He turns on them, they turn on him, he gets munched.

"Ben", picks up immediately after, and a sickly little boy befriends Ben, the hive leader.
It's where the Michael Jackson song "Ben", comes from, yes, it's in the film, and the film score, and yes, the cutesy contrasts with the horror, and it's as disturbing as it fucking sounds.
I loved it.
*Evil grin*

The ending is kind of up in the air though.
There should have been a third one.

The song got nominated for an Oscar, but got beaten by "there's got to be a morning after", from "The Poseidon Adventure".
Tch, fuck you, Academy.


Cat People (1982)


This one's fairly well known, its not lost at all, but I DID overhear it in the living room as a kid same as "48 Hours", and "Night Of The Juggler", and wanted to see it someday.
Finally did.

Um, yeah....un-scary pretentious artsy fartsy bullshit.

It's got Malcolm McDowell being almost as embarrassed as "Get Crazy".

Well, it's got titties.
*Shrug*

Plot?....um, incestuous were-leopards.
Almost the same thing as "Sleepwalkers".
Except with titties.
And everything else besides the titties being crappy.

Avoid.
Watch a porno instead.
Seriously.


B.C. Rock (1980)


A.K.A "The Missing Link".

A French animated film with horrible English dubbing.

Man, this might just be the worst animated film I've ever seen.
It's a tight race between this, and "Light Years", but I think this takes the prize.

What is it, France, why can't your animation industry get its shit together?

Anyway, I heard about this as a kid, and saw the tape at the video store, but never had the guts to watch it.
Yet another one of those "I'll get in trouble", things you feel like an idiot about looking back.

So, the plo...no, I'm not gonna pretend this had a plot.
A baby caveman is born, his grandpa grabs his peepee, and says "mine's bigger", the tribe rejects him, he goes off on his own, like Simba in "The Lion King", befriends a talking brontosaurus, and a talking pterodactyl with a racist black stereotype voice, jumps ahead in time to a grownup, like "Lion King", and they have various pointless adventures for 50 hours.
Then, the whole thing just sorta ends.
What? The run-time is only 95 minutes?
You're shitting me!
It felt like 50 hours.
Two days, and some change.
No kidding.
Wow.

So, this is so bad, it bends the fabric of time.
Come on scientists, turn this thing into a warp core somehow.


Cleo/Leo (1989)


These next two feature porn queens.
This one's got Ginger Lynn.
As the sidekick, not the star.

You know those flicks where a man and woman swap bodies, and the man-mind/woman-body always avoids getting fucked by a man?

Haha! Not THIS time!

Yep, this one gets fucked, and the reactions of the woman body turns him/her all woman.
You get a graphic blow-by-blow in her mental dialog.
You are not spared.
There's no time dissolve to rescue you.

How does the swap happen?
Well, it's not a swap, more an instant reincarnation/regeneration.
How does THAT happen?
No fucking idea.
The movie never bothers to say.
Guy gets shot, drowns, crawls out of the ocean a chick in his old clothes.
Hi-jinks ensue.

Anyway, I used to watch scrambled Cinemax skin-flicks in my teens, and they'd always throw this one into the mix.
It was a crapshoot.
While weird old flicks were popping into my head for this thing, this came back to me, and I wanted to see it unscrambled, and from a more mature perspective.
It sucks.
Terrible writing, z-list actors, Ginger Lynn is the most famous person in it, just weak.
Except for the climatic fuck scene, that was artistically original.
Extra half star for that.
Two stars overall.


Kamikaze Hearts (1986)


And, the porn queen in this one is Sharon Mitchell.

So, Sharon Mitchell is in "Maniac", and "Night Of The Juggler", and I knew I had a theme going.
You know me by now, reader, I chase after these patterns, because, well, I always find treasure.
I did again.

This is a semi-autobiographical sorta-documentary about Mitchell, and her girlfriend at the time, and fellow porn actress, Tigr (pronounced Tigger).
This is the most "real movie", movie she did.

I loved it.
Any documentary claiming to be, or reported by a stooge-critic to be "raw and candid", that doesn't go as far as this one, can kindly go fuck off and die.

Don't worry, wimps, the doc isn't porn, there's no penetration.
You see a lot of Mitchell in the altogether though.

It's dark, you see her use drugs.
She was in the full grip of addiction during this, and it ends on sort of dark hopeless note.
But, from the vantage point of...damn, 28 years into the future, you know she made it.

Anyway, I'm a Sharon Mitchell fan now.
She's a star.
I don't care what this phony hypocritical puritanical coward society says in the matter.
If we lived in a more enlightened future, Sharon Mitchell would be getting Oscars.
She is a star.

I could rant on and on (again!) about how porn is perceived by society, and how it treats people in that business, and the censors, and the hypocrites, but she says a lot of it in her own words right in the film.

And you can get an updated earful in this 2000 interview, and this longer more recent 2014 one.

Man, she's not A porn queen, she's THE porn queen.
She's seen it all, done it all, and has no shame about it.
Articulate, smart, you can see in the clips there everyone loves her.
Really, just a super person.

I lump her in with my favorite celebrities.
There's no bullshit compartmentalization.

Really glad I saw this.

Specifically saved this for last, so I'd go out on one that made me happy.

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Flicks that really messed me up as a kid. (Part 3)


"Yeah, right, Mike, you said you were done with your quests".

Well, yes and no.
No, these aren't quests, because what I consider quests, are agonizing, and full of hardship, and took a long fucking time.
Solving one of those muthas is a victory.

These, while lost, and needing to be found, came easier, and weren't desperation based.
More like "eh, oughtta see if I can get these too, and finish it all off".

BUT, yes, they took a little digging, and they were faded childhood memories that shaped me, and nagged a little.
But, not so's I couldn't get by sanity wise without tearing the universe apart for them.
I do like having found them though.
Don't get me wrong.

So, here we go...


The Ruling Class (1972)


Starring Peter O'Toole as a loony who thinks he's Jesus.
The servants and flunkies of his dead father try to cure him, but instead make him think he's Jack The Ripper.
Mayhem ensues.

It's a satire of the British upper-crust, and what scumbags they are.
I dug it.
This, and the next two, are about the only ones of this particular batch I truly enjoyed.

The only part I could remember anymore, was the bit where O'Toole is confronted with another guy who thinks he's Jesus, and is getting fried by the guy's imaginary lightning, while evil-Jesus screams "1 million volts!! 2 million volts!!...", and when he gets up to like, 25 million volts, O'Toole stops thinking he's Jesus.

I didn't even remember it was O'Toole, which can be forgiven, cuz he was buried in long hair, a beard, and makeup that made him look like Aryan-Jesus you see in all the medieval paintings.

Good flick, but the second half gets pretty fuckin' dark.
Again, I dug it.
Probably best of these.


Twice Upon A Time (1983)


This is a hard one to get a handle on.
It's fascinating to watch.
I recommend fellow animation junkies track it down, and give it at least one viewing.

It's executive produced by George Lucas, and has some relatively famous voice actors in it.
The most recognizable name is the late Lorenzo Music, who you all probably know as Garfield.

Here, he kind of plays a precursor to Jake The Dog from "Adventure Time".
A yellow shape-shifter, called "Ralph, the all-purpose animal".
Zoom in on the poster, and you can see he's a worm with a dog head there.

Okay, plot is, the main characters all live in the dimension where dreams are made, and the lord of nightmares succeeds in stealing the mainspring from the cosmic clock that controls time in our dimension, then, all humans being time-frozen, are at his mercy with his invasion of vultures dropping nightmare bombs.

The good guys have to stop this, but are bumbling, and inept.

Why it's hard to get a handle on, and probably why its vanished into obscurity, is...it's all over the place in age appropriateness.

Plot wise, there's no real adult themes, nothing explicit happens, this could just as easily have been G rated.
But, the villain in particular swears his head off.
Shit, ass, asshole, everything short of fuck.

It's PG, but a heavy PG before PG-13 was invented, and nowadays, it would have to make cuts to avoid R just for language.

Now, if it were me, I'd let kids see it, but my stance on censorship and development is pretty extreme compared to most people.
And, I'm not naive or oblivious to how the film business works.

Everything Lucas is owned by Disney now, so they could throw money at the lawyers needed to get this out of legal limbo, a Blu-ray release, and the ad campaign to awaken you to its existence.
But...again, how the hell would they market it???

Very interesting as a historical curiosity though.
I dunno if I'd put it up there with "Heavy Metal", or "Last Unicorn", but it's decent.
Worth checking out, but you'll have to dig for it.

The only part I could remember while searching for it, was the Video Gorilla (see poster), and its TV face playing a clip of Indiana Jones saying "trust me", at one point.


Get Crazy (1983)


Geez, you notice these almost all seemed to happen in the 1983-84 window?

Cast includes Malcolm McDowell, Daniel Stern, Ed Begley Junior, Paul Bartel, Mary Woronov, and Lou Reed.

It's everything you'd ever expect of a wacky drugs and rock n' roll 80's party movie.
80's-ness oozes off the screen.
Fun to see for nostalgia.
But, other 80's party movies that have stood the test of time blow it away.
This is pretty stupid.
It's got a few good parts though.

Malcolm McDowell plays a rock star, and sings his own songs, and he's actually not too bad.

The one part I remembered about this, was near/at the end, McDowell's penis starts talking to him.
Hey, c'mon, you don't forget a thing like that.
I'd forgotten is was McDowell though.
My memory had it as just some generic guy.

This wasn't great, I'd probably never watch it again, but, I got some enjoyment out of it.
Especially in hindsight of the really awful  ones.
Speaking of, now, for the ones that sucked donkeys....


Endangered Species (1982)


All I remembered of this one, was a mutilated cow with half its fucking skull showing.
Yeah, that'll burn into you if you're a kid.

And dipshit HBO played the ad for it with that scene over, and over, and over.

It's got Robert Urich (Ice Pirates), JoBeth Williams (Poltergeist), Hoyt Axton (Gremlins), and...it suuuuucks.
It suu-uu-uu-uu--uuu-UU-UCKS.

Booooooriiiing.

Okay, here's the whole plot.
There's cattle mutilations.
Urich and Williams investigate.
You're faked out at first it's aliens.
Spoilers, it's a black ops outfit of the government doing germ warfare shit out of Cold War paranoia, and they'll kill anyone to keep it from getting out.
Inside your head, it seems like this would have lots of tension, doesn't it?
Nope.
It's like watching an industrial film about calcium, and drinking milk.
Inept at every level.
Pure fuckin' schlock.

Man, looking back, HBO had a handful of gems, and then a big heaping bunch of shit.


Sudden Death (1985)


Okay, these next two were foisted on us by my grandfather (the one who passed in 2012), and, man, I loved ya, Gramp, but your taste,...yeesh.

So, to set this up, he went through this phase of being a flat out junkie for revenge pictures.
"Death Wish", "Dirty Harry", all that stuff.

He taped this one, and loaned it to us, and my folks didn't know what we were in for, popped this in, and about half hour in, the heroine gets dragged into a stolen Taxi, and gets the everliving shit raped out of her.
Not as bad as "I Spit On Your Grave", but it's pretty fucking unpleasant.

My dad ripped it out of the machine, and that was that.

I think we gave up on HBO in favor of rentals about 1987 or so.
So, even though it's an '85 flick, that's probably when Gramp loaned it.

I'm tough enough now for "I Spit On Your Grave", so, I figured "fuck it, let's finally see this thing all the way through".

All I could remember was the Taxi rape, but that was enough for Google and the IMDB message boards to lock onto it.

Godawful.
Cardboard characters you don't care about, terrible acting, awful unrealistic dialog out of an NRA pamphlet, just crap.
Hey, I keep an open mind, I want to like these damned things.
I don't set out to hate, I really don't.

I mean, look, on a technical level, "I Spit On Your Grave", is cheesy, but I liked that one.
"Sudden Death", earns its half star, believe me.


Extreme Prejudice (1987)


Another Gramp loaner, and an '87 flick that played in '87.

Nick Nolte, Michael Ironside, Rip Torn, Powers Boothe, Tiny Lister, directed by Walter Hill, written by John Milius, score by Jerry Goldsmith.
Wow, what a pedigree.
How could it possibly suck?

It found a way.

Flat characters, wooden acting, unrealistic dialog that real people would never say, delivered every step of the way like bad movie trailer narration, unfunny catchphrases, and good guys and bad guys who are exactly the same level of asshole, so you just don't care.

Also, it's about the drug war, and I really can't get morally invested in that bullshit.

I remember hating it as a kid, but this thing gets good reviews fucking everywhere, so I was open to being wrong, and maybe I had to grow into it.
Nope.
Sucked just as bad.

Unlike all the others, I SAW this one all the way through, but my memory deliberately erased it, and only left behind the hate.
Now, I remember the damned thing.
I think I would have been better off.

Anyway, luckily, I saw "The Ruling Class", after this, and that was my antidote movie.

And, that's those.

Up next, another batch of these, but not under the "flicks that really messed me up as a kid", heading.
I'll explain in the post.

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