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Its name is Quetzalcoatl. Just call it Q. That's all you'll have time to say before it tears you apart!
New York police are bemused by reports of a giant flying lizard that has been spotted around the rooftops of New York, until the lizard starts to eat people. An out-of-work ex-con is the only person who knows the location of the monster's nest and is determined to turn the knowledge to his advantage, but will his gamble pay off or will he end up as lizard food?
Larry and I go way back... Bone, fuck yes. Yaphet Kotto is amazing. Black Caesar and Hell Up in Harlem, check. Its Alive and God Told Me To <nods head>.
In Q: The Winged Serpent, Larry gives me everything I could want: I've got Michael Moriarty acting like his fucking life depended on it. I've got mayhem on the streets of NYC. I've got a female FLYING SERPENT eating the shit out of people. What more could a girl ask for?
Oh wait, this movie has Ron "The Penguin" Cey from my beloved 70s Dodgers. Thank you, Larry. No, really, thank you.
I had always wanted to watch a movie about a dragon that likes to decapitate perverted window-washers and steal topless women from desolate rooftops, so the fact that Q: The Winged Serpent even exists is like a dream come true for me. Mr. Cohen, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Q, AKA The Winged Serpent is a Horror movie without match. The story about a petty thief, a detective, a mytical monster and ritualistic killer comes together fantastically in this highly entertaining monster flick, which differs from any other monster movies out there, exactly because it explores the human characters even more than the creature itself. Also filled with great sequences of people being grabbed from top of buildings and constantly intertwined by beautiful takes of New York City as seen from above, Q is a must see, one of the many pieces that only the 80s could have created.
Eat 'em! Eat 'em! Crunch crunch!
Larry Cohen you magnificent bastard. The story goes that Cohen was fired from the production of I, the Jury and not wanting his New York hotel room to be money wasted hired actors and wrote a shooting script in six days. What he managed to pull off in such a short time feels like a Ray Harryhausen film with better acting set in contemporary New York City.
Now Quetzalcoatl (the "monster" and what the Q in the title stands for) might be brought to life using slightly similar stop-motion techniques as Harryhausen, but doesn't come close to the same charm as his famous monsters however that's where the acting and great cast…
Q is one of those movies that is really hard to take the piss out of, because it does plenty of that on its own. I could come up with plenty of complaints or mockeries, but Q always seems one step ahead of me, laughing and doing a dance, so in the end I really don't have much choice but to turn down my brain and giggle along with it. Set in New York City, Q tells the story of an ancient winged reptile reborn and hunting the rooftops of the Big Apple, and the petty crook and cops who must stop it.
There is a lot to love about Q, first and foremost the very concept, which takes the…
Only in Q will you witness Michael Moriarty as the hard-drinking, wife-beating, piano-aspiring, incompetently jovial two-bit petty criminal Jimmy Quinn come face to face with the Aztec serpent Quetzalcoatl who is summoned through a ritual sacrifice to terrorize New York City. It is this merging of stories, the delusional thief and the bird beast, that makes Q such a delightfully absurd experience. Larry Cohen shot the film entirely on location, including all the way at the top of the Chrysler building, inside and out, machine guns blazing. New York circa '82 has never felt more suited for a monster fracas and by the time Quetzalcoatl is chucking dudes from atop the Chrysler who then turn into stop motion dummies as they tumble, I'm in unabashed love.
Larry Cohen's low budget 80s B movie extravaganza about a winged creature summoned by a ritual serial killer and terrorizing New York is kind of exactly the movie you think it's gonna be.
Was glad to see it goes head first into its concept and plays it straight despite not totally having the means to do it complete justice.
David Carradine and Richard Roundtree (yes!) also don't just phone it in although they have some silly stuff to play.
One kind of cool idea was Micheal Moriarty's jazz playing, ex-addict, getaway driver who accidentally stumbles on the nest while hiding out. It was a pretty neat idea of a subplot. Sadly Moriaty's super over acted, seemingly improvised performance grated on…
after viewing this the only thing that is certain is that david carradine could not make a smoochy kiss sound with his mouth.
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Too much bickering, not enough winged serpent.
The "special effects" are most enjoyable. Moriarty lets his hair down.
I remember my parents watching this on cable back when I was a kid. I used to come partway down the stairs from my bedroom and sit quietly watching the television's reflection in a picture frame that hung at the bottom of the stairs. This is how I first became acquainted with Q.
Now, it turns out that I didn't see as much of the film as I'd previously thought. Just enough to make an impression that I never shook, but watching it tonight, I was pleasantly surprised by how compelling a story that this is. There's a lot of good character work by Michael Moriarty and David Carradine in between the quick scenes of people working or relaxing on NYC's various rooftops getting snapped up by the Quetzalcoatal of Mayan legends.
An entertaining little monster movie...
Film #16 of my Long Hoop-Tober
The hell with the dragon, it's the heights that scare me!
Cohen's got the magic touch for mixing gritty, street-level crime stories with complete absurdity and madness, a blend that's on prime display in Q.
"Jesus, look at that fuckin' omelet."
Every monster movie should have a surprising, alive, early Scorsese/Cassavetes-style performance like Michael Moriarty gives here. Moriarty should undermine the literal awesomeness of the creature, but instead he grounds it. Yes, ancient Aztec monster-gods are real, but bills still gotta get paid, etc.
(ETA: David Carradine doesn't get enough props for being the wry straight man to Moriarty's Methodical flights of fancy. Good job Mr. Carradine, and thank you. RIP.)
God how I love the weird, Methody craziness of Michael Moriarty in this movie. Add in the fact that it's basically a scummy New York cop movie with a flying serpent occasionally popping in to bite off people's heads, and you've got yourself a classic.
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