Such the gay cowboy buddy flick.🤣
van Heflin leaves his wife, abducts Glenn Ford, and holds him hostage in a bridal suite. They evade Ford's jealous gang, hop a train together, and ride out of town to live happily ever after. Fin.
Such the gay cowboy buddy flick.🤣
van Heflin leaves his wife, abducts Glenn Ford, and holds him hostage in a bridal suite. They evade Ford's jealous gang, hop a train together, and ride out of town to live happily ever after. Fin.
Incredible. Starts out as a truck-driving Grapes of Wrath and whipsaws into a wacky Sunset Boulevard.
In the end, the scrappy working-class fella gets the company & his gal. It only cost Humphrey Bogart his arm.
Came to this film from a reference by Stereolab. Stayed for the lo-fi absurdist Pasolini/Anger/Jodorowsky vibe. While most of the contemporary Japanese political references and allusions flew right past me, this still seemed a provocative, if haphazard, critique of power. Like Pasolini's Salo, Terayama uses explicit sadism and sexuality without restraint.
The soundtrack in combination with the blown-out, monochromatic cinematography create a hazy, nostalgic fever dream of a forgotten documentary. If you are a fan of experimental, transgressive cinema history,…
A bald guy in a white turtleneck slowly pacing the paint-peeled hallways of a decrepit hospital or asylum. A dramatization of a mad "Artaud". Kinda, sorta, maybe freaking out; but, actually just knocking some papers around. "Shocking" clips of electroshock procedures and the drooling insane patient.
A frothing rant from Camille Paglia, unironically, calling Foucault a fraud. Excerpts of Micheal Douglas in Falling Down, shooting and punching things. Sincere talking heads speculating seriously. Obligatory clips of Paris '68. A dancing…