Jennifer Jason Leigh has a gift for portraying the most desperate and disconsolate characters in her films. Sadie Flood is definitely one of the more pathetic.
Take some of the more disconcerting beats of Gang of Four, add a little Melvins lurch and shiver, pour on liberal amounts of the Birthday Party, and watch out!
A movie made for a certain type of audience and was made by serious philes of the horror/gore/violence/dark-comedy realm, of which Tarantino is a die-hard fan.
Punchy, post-punk heavy on the distortion. The Sons of Hercules sound like the Stooges, but with better production. It’s fast and in-yer-face, yet bouncy.
Whether Penn’s character is guilty or not, it passes no judgment, offers no remorse, and reminds us that we are all victims, and that we are all murderers.
Part MC5, part Iggy & the Stooges, part Hawkwind; The Sleepers didn’t have the three chord buzzsaw guitar of Ramones, but they were punks per Lester Bangs.
Thirteen years ago, The Pastels ambled out of Glasgow with a charmingly awkward pop shimmy and some of the most out-of-tune vox to grace vinyl. They’re back.