and other movies I hate. And I thought I wouldn't have time to post. I sit here cloistered in my room as The Beige and The Hound sit in my living room watching this monstrosity of a movie. Seen here:
Now don't get me wrong, in the 12 years I've been with the Hound, my tastes have broadened, and spread their proverbial wings like an engorged vulva...but Rob Zombie, bless his heart, will be shot on sight if I should ever see him on the street. I mean I understand catharsis, I understand adrenaline rush addiction, I understand needing to have that outlet, but this movie, and any like it are so completely removed from anything my body recognizes as human that it shocks me.
And Hound before you go off on me here, I want to give myself credit for becoming a hard-core chop socky fan. I enjoyed Old Boy more than I ever thought possible. I thought Shaun of the Dead was brilliant. But you see, in MY OPINION, these movies were intelligent. They had an intelligent storylines, compelling characters, and suspenseful twists. The movie heretofore not to be named, in my opinion, was made merely to shock and nauseate all who view it. I dunno, maybe it's a guy thing. But my burgeoning estrogen levels as I approach aunt flo time, are saying NAY! Nay to beheadings, nay to bare tittied women wearing other people's face skin to disguise themselves, nay to a big FAT asshat clown freak going around killing in the most heinous ways, and fucking women so hard that it borders on surgery.
Isn't it good that husbands and wives have different tastes? Meanwhile, I sit here in front of the computer about to head to our browser's history for more uhm...gentle vice pursuits.
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the imdb link is broken. was it house of 1000 corpses? if so, I hated that movie too. and sean loved it. husbands and wives indeed.
I'm such an ass. it's in the title of the blog entry for chrissakes. duh. well I hated house of 1000 corpses, anyways.
yeah hum...don't know what's up with that link. Anyway yeah, the Devil's Rejects. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Testosterone man. I hated House of 1000 corpses as well. I mean, why? That's all I have to say.
The actual message of Rejects (which got two actual thumbs up from Ebert and Monkeyboy): Disgusting behavior is disgusting, regardless of whether you're the law or not.
And I think this movie is more akin to intelligent film making like Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original), and brainless killing for the sake of shock like say...Chopping Mall.
Talk about reprehensible.
Ok, shopping mall...eeeeeeeewwwww....
PS - Sorry about not kicking you a little something something last night dude. I was so tired and out of it. I'll hook you up tomorrow all day.
Hear, hear, Beige. That's what I got, too. I think the film was actually quite deceptively intelligent, managing to both embrace, even pay homage to and at the same time warn against the pleasures of nihilism and atrocity. I definitely like Rob Zombie's direction better than I do his music, at least this time out.
Never saw Chopping Mall. I still found The Devil's Rejects less stomach turning than Ichi the Killer, though it's hard to say why.
I'm hoping to post a full review on thebayinghound by this afternoon, so stay tuned.
P.S. to the beige--Turns out that Matthew McGrory was the giant, Tiny Firefly, and was indeed also the giant in Big Fish (which you must see). He must have died after filming and before the release. Sad--such a distinctive presence, and managed to find a home in both Tim Burton and Rob Zombie films. We should all be so lucky.
I, as you well know, am a total pussy about the dark side. Call me whatever name you like--but I cannot sit through slasher movies of any kind--no matter how "well done" or "intellegent" they are. I can watch--and love Kill Bill--because Uma is kicking ass for a reason--her daughter. Can't think of names--because I'm not as literate in movies as y'all are--but I will watch and enjoy movies with violence when it supports the plot--and when, well, it's being used for SOME kind of higher reason. The other night my pals were watching Scar Face--and I felt like a pussy--but I just couldn't take it. A bunch of fucked up people fucking each other up. That's what I saw.
Ha, I knew you'd be here sooner or later Hound.
You know, I'm glad that the message of this flick was that disgusting behavior is disgusting, but I don't feel any great urge to have the point driven home by watching some chick wearing the skin of some dude.
Bottom line, I'm glad my two husbands have something to bond over and share so that I don't have to feel any pressure to watch it.
Totally B. I'd much rather just watch people fucking. But then, there are those who would cringe at that thought.
Scarface is actually, at a script level, and anti-capitalist screed by Oliver Stone . . . but of course, that isn't why you should like it so much as why you shouldn't dismiss it. That's where we find the line between appreciation and enjoyment.
An example on my end would be . . . well, it's tough in cinema, because I actually enjoy a pretty wide variety of films (as opposed to music, where anything with an inadequate amount of dissonance will drive me to frenzied distraction in a matter of minutes). Merchant-Ivory films are probably the best example I could offer. I can, on some level, recognize the aesthetic value of A Room With a View or Howard's End, but find both to be dull experiences.
I dunno, maybe it's a guy thing.
How delightfully sexist!
"Oh it's violent, brainless, and desensitizing: It must be a guy thing!"
Would you like to meet the women who like this kind of movie? They're usually pretty cool...tat'ed up and gothy too.
Oh, I'm sorry, am I being too sensitive? Maybe it's the woman in me coming out.
>=^D
(if I'm to be "the other husband" may as well exploit the opportunity to be a pain in the ass)
Hee, hee.
Actually, the most whole-hearted recommendation I got for this movie was from the girl at the counter at the video store when I rented, funny enough, House of 1000 Corpses.
"I really enjoyed this one," she said when she saw my selection,"but The Devil's Rejects is soooo much better."
True story.
Ok Beigey, gloves are now officially on. As far as being sexist, don't EVEN get me started. Perhaps, on some level, it was. But you know, (and pardon me for turning into a big fat fucking feminist because I'm usually not, at all), 5000 years of patriarchy, and I think I'm entitled to a wee bit of sexism.
As for the women who like that sort of fair, more power to them. I'm sure they exist. Honestly, the bottom line is, I understand that it's a preference thing. I understand that, on some level, Rob Zombie "may" have had a valid point in making that movie. I just choose not indulge in that point of view when presented in that manner.
Now off to make my list of things to do tomorrow as I cook over a hot stove, for my two husbands, and the man who played my husband on stage. Yay for feminism.
And bleh, right back attcha.
okay, your aunt flo's coming to town, I'll wear the gloves. Besides, it's not like this is the last time the topic will come up...
Ok, yes, true. But don't just write my rant off as aunt flo. That's just as sexist as anything I said. What I say has merit. And yes, this subject *will* come up again.
But don't just write my rant off as aunt flo.
Never said or intimated any such thing.
Just that you'd given me some ammo in the previous reply, but you wanted the gloves on...
fair enough beige.
Okay, wait, gloves are on = we're being nice. gloves are off = let's go, punk.
you said gloves were on. is that what you meant?
I did say gloves were on. When I posted that last comment, my gloves were off.
See, I'm a "woman" with aunt flo coming...rumor has it, we're very fickle.
well, then which do you want, lady?
I'm generally on board with Stine here. Such movies just leave me cold, I don't care, and I think they are easy. (I'm likely to get slammed for that last bit.)
But, just because the Hound mentioned him, I have to say... FUCK OLIVER STONE! FUCK HIM IN HIS STUPID ASS!
What a hack. The word is subtlety, asshole. I'm well aware of your opinion of yourself, but could you try, maybe just once, NOT talking down to your audience and beating them over the head with your concepts? Just once?
Natural Born Killers? So, hmm, not sure I get it. Are you saying there is some kind of connection between media and violence? Sheesh, don't obfuscate, Olly.
K', I'm done now.
Funny that you mention Natural Born Killers, because I sort of think The Devil's Rejects is a better version of essentially the same movie . . . but you're right: Stone is no master of subtlety. Nonetheless, I have to at least grant him--as a writer--Midnight Express and the aformentioned Scarface (directed by Alan Parker and Brian De Palma, respectively). And I enjoyed NBK, despite it's excesses.
I think Oliver Stone might be a better entertainer if he'd let himself be one (as in U-Turn).
was that last comment really Stine? Not that it couldn't be...but the voice sounds more like the hound.
U-Turn rules, by the by.
What? It *could* be me.
Nah, I was logged in as me and Ly posted. That was Ly.
Yeah, sorry. When I post from home, I forget that, unlike my work computer, the home computer doesn't necessarily default to being the 'hound's posting station. My bad. Good on you, though, recognizing the voice.
And yes, U-Turn, while little more than a more-or-less straight-faced noir exercise--complete with the time and budget restraints of a true B-movie--is among my favorite of Stone's films.
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