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Lydia Lunch was the underground’s favorite diva during the late ’70s and early ’80s, and deservedly so. But you’d never be able to tell from this film.
The Underneath wants to rise above “stylish thriller” status. It wants to harken back to the days of film noir and tries to avoid The Pelican Brief Club.
If your taste runs to the bizarre , or just completely bored by generic Hollywood wheat germ lately and could use a good kick in the pants, check this out.
Tank Girl, the latest film converted from a cult comic book, remains just that, a comic. The characters are as one dimensional as their paper prototypes.
Muriel’s Wedding, at times tragic and moving, is elsewhere hilarious and heartwarming without ever manipulating or stooping to a predictable, mawkish level.
You won’t find a better representation of Wax Trax! than Revolting Cocks’ “Attack Ships on Fire,” with Ministry and Front 242 on stage with Trent Reznor.
Today, the only thing about MTV possessing any enduring value is Liquid Television, their show of adult cartoon shorts. Yet this compilation falls short.