Leatherface’s tough-and-gruff, Fugazi’s hyper-emotionality, and an innate Japanese ability to contort melodies into visions of blood-dripping cherry blossoms.
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.
Nothing angers a movie geek faster nowadays than remaking a classic. Although, it should be mentioned, the original The Italian Job wasn’t exactly a classic.
Mun was a blind woman fitted with corneas that allow her to notice the hundreds of ghosts walking around modern China. The weirdness takes off from there.
I want to know what these kids will come up with when they have their own head-on collisions with teen angst, not just tribute angst for some outgrown rocker.