Though it takes nothing away from the majesty of the band’s finest rock, the videos are every bit as bad as I remember. Also included are six rare performances recorded for BBC television, 1975-1980.
A group of disgustingly cute forest creatures who, after being disgustingly cute for a few seconds, get garroted, sliced, and otherwise massacred by the end of the brief segment.
An ode to “low” culture, with splatter flicks, cheesy ’80s references, and appearances by such luminaries as Bam Margera and mega-low budget video queen Misty Mundae.
I didn’t need the cover art to tell me that MTV had something to do with this. It’s precisely the kind of self-conscious, slumming, incomprehensible attempt at “hipness” they’re constantly trying to sell.
Part faux-ethnomusicology in-joke, part indictment of capitalist consumerism, part creepy fun-time freak-out, this album has had people scratching their heads since the mid ’70s.
We’re taken through each film, with comments by actors, directors, Satanists, and other experts. Circumstances about the infamous “Omen Curse” are addressed.
Watching this is like riding in a car with someone who’s learning how to drive stick: Go fast, stop dead, talk, go fast again, talk more, go fast, stop cold.
The Two Towers has proven itself to be equal to the first of the series. It’s not exactly a different movie, it’s the next three hours of one nine-hour film.