This really is quite grim. It's impressive how much of a sense of dread it manages to instil in its first 20 minutes despite being the comedy part of the film. When we realise that the two girls we're following aren't even on the titular night train yet, that just makes the dread intensify more.
And then, when we get to the sustained sexual violence part, Macha Méril as "the lady on the train" takes it to a whole other…
Good documentaries will always effect me like fictional films don't and Stoked is a prime example of that, it's a fascinating story of how fame and fortune effect young people, how new sports like music scenes develop so quickly, but at it's core it's a film about a deeply troubled young man who committed a horrific crime.
I'm giving this half a star not because it's a bad documentary, but because fuck Gator and fuck making documentaries about a rapist murderer jesus freak. Seriously. Fuck that guy. Gator sucks. Let him always be remembered not for his skateboarding, but for inspiring people to simply say "Fuck that guy."
If you want to watch a good documentary about a good skater who gets all fucked up but manages to NOT RAPE AND MURDER ANYONE, you should watch either or both of these:
Rising Son: The Legend of Skateboarder Christian Hosoi
Who Cares: The Duane Peters Story
If you compare the trajectory of the Rocky franchise alongside the trajectory of Rocky the character, if the first picture saw the underdog rise and surprise everyone, then the second saw a solid fighter consolidate its position as iconic, Rocky III inevitably tackles the age old question: what do you do when you reach the top? Sylvester Stallone, again writing, directing and starring as now world champion Rocky Balboa, answers that by pulling the king of the ring down off…
Uh-oh, Brian! Now you're really losing your mind!
After Hollie Horror pointed out that her favorite Frank Henenlotter film was Basket Case closely followed by Brain Damage, it was enough for me to put this one on my must watch list. Henenlotter films are a rare breed of horror films almost deserving it's own subgenre.
I really enjoy the Basket Case films along with Frankenhooker. Where some see bad taste, others see horror/comedy genius and then there's some that…
I for some reason missed this film by Henenlotter back in the day. Don't really know why as I really loved Basket Case.
Now, I have this thing for eighties synth music in films. I don't know why. I just do. And with Brain Damage I certainly got my fix and that was a very important reason for me loving this film.
That, and the fact that it is about a blue, alien, talking penis that eats brains and distributes hallucinogenic fluids.
Brain Damage has some startling imagery, great gore and is completely bonkers. And I love it!
What is it with Henenlotter finding this cool actors and then they are NEVER IN ANYTHING EVER AGAIN? Also if I was going to be any director I would wanna be Frank Henenlotter, his eye for sleaze is masterful as is his gross out effects. Just an actual master.
I basically lost my shit when you know who shows up.
This is the difference between an incredible idea with no budget and no idea and an incredible budget.
The incredible idea is a man carries around his twin brother, who he was separated at birth from, in a basket hoping to seek revenge on the doctors who forcibly separated them. On top of that we have the normal brother being able to live a normal life and the basket brother is full of hate. But he's also kind of sad…
An absolute genius concept for a film. I only wish I could have seen this without knowing what was in the basket, who he was, what he looked like. It must have been extra amazing for the first people to go watch it.
One question that kept cropping up in my head was who's the real monster here, the one in the box or the fucking weirdo residents of NYC?
Is Ti West the most marmite director working today? It sure can feel that way when reading reviews.
I've now seen three of his pictures, and count me on the love side.
Many viewers seem bothered by West's appropriation here of the Jonestown Massacre, feeling it's disrespectful and exploitative. I disagree.
I can't know what it was like to stumble across those bodies and try to piece together what led to the suicide and murder of 1000 people. Nor does…