There’s not a lot of actual Frank Herbert footage floating around online. The below publicity interview, audio with pictures, hardly remedies that. It does, though, offer an opportunity to hear Herbert discussing Dune with David Lynch, director of the film version that nowadays seems equally loathed and loved. I tend to fall into the later camp. Script-wise, Dune the movie certainly plods, but there’s no denying Lynch’s visual achievement was as fantastic as it was faithful.
It’s always a happy thing to come across some hitherto unknown (to me, anyways) fragements of seriously demented vintage psychedelia. In this case it’s these clips from Pierre Clémenti‘s (shot in ‘67, released in ‘75) “Visa de censure no. X” with a stunning score by the catchily named Delired Cameleon Family. Dig the low-rent quasi -Jodorowsky stylings !
* You really need to watch “Birth of a Nation”. A 1915 movie that was so powerful that millions of White Americans joined the Klan. And the President of the United States, Woodrow Wilson called it “history written with lightening”.
* All the ‘racist’ movies I’ve ever seen like Mississippi Burning always depict the whites as bad so I’ve given up watching them. The underlying message in these movies is always “Those evil Klan in the deep south are at it again and should leave the ‘innocent’ black man alone”.
* I’m not trying to flame here, but I don’t see how any pro-white person would like American History X. It was NOT made to make us look good. It was made by New Line Cinemas, total Jewish filth. I mean, they guy changed his beliefs, left “the movement”, betrayed his people in the end - what kind of message is that? And I know not everyone on here is a skinhead, but as a former byrd and somone who has mostly skinhead friends - that movie was a VERY inaccurate portrayal of what a REAL skinhead is. Real skinheads do not play coloreds for the right to a basketball court.
* Aliens [jew promoted race-mixing and the terrible results…]
* Tropic Thunder. Makes fun of blacks and retards!
What if Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie’s The Simple Life was directed by Jean Luc Godard? Well, it might come out looking something like Věra Chytilová‘s ‘66 Czech gem, Daisies. If you’ve never seen it on the small screen (it makes a great, Sunday afternoon pairing with another favorite Czech film of mine, 1970’s Valerie and Her Week Of Wonders), Angelenos can skip right to the big screen experience this Saturday night at Cinefamily. Playing as part of their “Czech Your Head” series,
Daisies is a bubbling and buoyant spring of irrepressible female creativity; it is an overflowing audio-visual bouquet of color, music, and texture; it is a freewheeling and effervescent farce, a formal free-for-all, a paradoxical mixture of bourgeois indulgence and cultural critique, and it’s your next favorite movie. Two young Czech girls (both named Marie) decide that the world is so corrupt that they might as well join in, and they do so with wild abandon—prancing, food-fighting, pranking old men, carousing in nightclubs, and creating anarchy everywhere they go.
Given that the financing of Daisies was furnished by the Czech government, it probably came as no surprise that the film was promptly banned upon its release—and not solely for reasons of content. With its blatant wasting of food, serious objection was made to the “food orgy” that ends the film.
Daisies screens at Cinefamily, Saturday, 02.06 @ 7:30pm.
Quirky French director Michel Gondry’s new music video Open Your Heart for L.A.-based musician Mia Doi Todd. Shot in various Los Angeles locations with a small army of extras, including Dangerous Minds pal Erica Krumpl (she’s Mia’s main dance partner throughout the piece).
Wonderful, yes, in that signature Gondry style, and colorful too. Make that muy colorful.
Beyond the Doors is one of those terrible, terrible films that you used to see selling for $2.99 in low rent stores of one stripe or another. I bought a copy at a “Checks Cashed” place on 9th Avenue and 14th Street in NYC in the late 80s. It was for sale amongst VHS tapes of westerns you never heard of, Jack Benny episodes, Cantinflas films, WWII movies you’ve never heard of, no budget horror films (like Psychomania about a Brit biker gang who worship frogs and death, co-starring George Sanders and Beryl Reid!) and that kind of fare.
To say that Beyond the Doors is “shitty” is being too kind. It’s fucking terrible, but at the same time, it’s SO LAME that you can always laugh at it. I was going to write a review of it, but found Shock Cinema’s Steve Puchalski’s take on it and he says it better than I could:
This film tries to wring in a few bucks by stomping on the graves of not one, but THREE cold-as-a-mackerel celebs. So if your sensibilities can endure the ordeal of Buchanan’s wretched tabloid-style filmmaking, here’s what “really happened” to Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, because this movie promises to blow the lid off the secret behind their deaths. Are you sitting down? No, they didn’t overdose—the U.S. government actually assassinated them! Honest! It was all a carefully constructed plot to “neutralize the three Pied Pipers of rock music.”
If only the film itself was constructed as carefully…It’s a painfully idiotic concept, and Buchanan’s casting only complicates matters. As Janis Joplin, Riba Meryl comes off more like Stevie Nicks with PMS. Gregory Allen Chatman’s Jimi Hendrix can barely hold a guitar, much less wail on it. Worst of all, Jim Morrison (Bryan Wolf) looks like a scrawny Peter Frampton, and when he opens his mouth, it’s nerve-raking. I might’ve had a few problems with Val Kilmer’s interpretation of Jim in THE DOORS, but at least he didn’t turn him into a complete clown, clutching a tambourine on stage and telling them “I’ll flash my cock if you burn your draft card.” And since the producers obviously couldn’t get the rights in order to butcher any of the three’s original tunes, they wrote new songs that aren’t remotely like the real thing.
And mock-Morrison’s poetry is something that has to be heard to be believed. This “chilling” expose explains that all three were getting on the government’s nerves—Jimi was being courted by black revolutionaries, Morrison talked back about the Vietnam War, and Janis even found her political self—so they sent a trench-coated agent to off ‘em and make it look like drug-related demises. So in between scenes of Jimi snivelling about being unloved or Morrison mumbling his inanities, Buchanan keeps cutting back to official gov’t types plotting their schemes. This isn’t left-wing propaganda, just left-over!...
Hilarious (at first) for its sheer unbelievability, but Buchanan still can’t keep our attention, and his worst sin is to make all of these legends into complete bores! Accountants have more natural charisma (or at least I’ve heard rumors they do)! And wait until you have to suffer through the pathetic scenes of each star dying, after being slipped death-inducing drugs. In Janis’ case, the assassin punches a bunch of extra needle tracks in her arm after she’s DOA, just to make it look good. Quite tasteful, Mr. Buchanan, you shithead! He even tries to convince us that maybe Morrison didn’t die after all, and just entered a monastery. AAAAaaaarrrggghhhhhnnhh!!!! I can’t take it any more! This unimaginably inept mess had my mind reeling, and the scariest part is knowing that there are probably morons out there who’d watch this drivel and actually believe it.
“Necron 99 has destroyed himself!” With all the talk of Avatar these days, I find it curious that no one’s made note of that other Avatar (and not the Airbender). It’s the good magician Avatar from Ralph Bakshi‘s animated, post-apocalyptic science fiction/fantasy, Wizards.
And like the Cameron film, Wizards offers up an epic battle between the forces of nature and technology. On the side of nature, there’s Avatar with his good magic and hot fairy sidekick. On the side of technology, there’s Avatar’s bad-ass but anorexic-looking twin brother, Blackwolf, who’s just discovered the amazingly persuasive powers of Nazi propaganda. And for fans of Richard Elfman’s Forbidden Zone (who of you out there in DM-land isn’t?!), actress Susan “Queen Mona” Tyrell provides the narration.
Bakshi’s Wizards came out in ‘77, after Fritz the Cat and Heavy Traffic, and a year before his own take on Lord Of The Rings. I’ve seen that later film just once. I’ve watched Wizards nearly a dozen times. Part I follows, with links to the entire film below: