A down and out young punk gets a job working with a seasoned repo man, but what awaits him in his new career is a series of outlandish adventures revolving around aliens, the CIA, and a most wanted '64 Chevy.
Harry Dean Stanton Emilio Estevez Tracey Walter Olivia Barash Sy Richardson Susan Barnes Fox Harris Tom Finnegan Del Zamora Eddie Velez Zander Schloss Jennifer Balgobin Dick Rude Miguel Sandoval Vonetta McGee Richard Foronjy Bruce White Sue Kiel Helen Martin Angelique Pettyjohn Con Covert Biff Yeager Ed Pansullo Jon St. Elwood David Chung Cynthia Szigeti Jonathon Hugger Dale Reynolds Dolores DeLuce Show All…
El reclamador, Repo Man - A Onda Punk, La mort en prime, I lampsi pou skotonei, Paizontas me ton kindyno, Segítő kezek, Repo Man - Il recuperatore, Handlarz, O Clandestino, Zaplenjivač, Zorlu Yaris, Конфискатор
Ordinary fuckin' people.
Repo Man is a strange little slice of brilliance in cult cinema. Some would be quick to write it off as bad or just plain ridiculous. But films like Repo Man are the ones that I relate to the best. Those strange dreamlike nocturnal trips into odd lands are always intriguing and interesting but their unorthodox nature unfortunately does not give them a proper home in mainstream cinema.
But that's a good thing. Repo Man will reward those who dare to venture into is realm and gives people a great experience to accompany the amazing Criterion release. Simultaneously viewing the film and quickly leafing through its booklet and soaking up the artwork really absorbs you into its…
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"There's fuckin' room to move as a fry cook, man."
Cosmic corporates, sci-fi nihilism, and a shining death-beam in the trunk. Evacuate one system just to enter another. Unpaid sushi.
"You ever feel like your mind is eroding?"
If there was ever a punk rock science fiction movie, this is it. Repo Man is without a doubt the shoddiest film I've ever seen from the Criterion Collection, but somehow its poor workmanship seems to add to the film's unique anti-establishment aesthetic. It's a very different kind of "so bad it's good". It's definitely a bad movie—there are countless continuity errors, some as glaring as cutting from day to night and back again, and scenes pop in and out without any attempt at transitioning—but this low quality feels right at home in the film's universe. It's a movie which seems like it was created by the same social delinquents it features;…
A nihilistic, cynical but entertaining piece that could only exist during Reagan/Cold War era America. Rooted by a great central performance by Harry Dean, it is born of the politics of its' time yet not at all a political film. Killer soundtrack for any era. Best God damn car in the yard.
"do you think it's too late for us to get romantically involved?"
KISS ME DEADLY with a mohawk and a malibu (if we're going to be reductive about it). a world in which people brag about their lobotomies. thank god alex cox never sold out, because as enduringly relevant as this is (aided, surprisingly, by the kitsch of its time), it's one of the rare films that could be retroactively invalidated.
will explore further upon Criterion Collection release in April.
"look at those assholes, ordinary fucking people. i hate 'em."
1926-2017.
if cinema dies with abbas kiarostami, america dies with harry dean stanton.
When you get the Criterion Collection Blu-ray, I want you watch the Iggy Pop interview and try not to stare at Iggy's chest. Good luck.
They say never judge a book by its cover, but they never said that about Criterions so I decided to blind buy Repo Man because how can you not with that artwork? (The Harry Dean Stanton and Robby Müller credits didn't hurt either).
It is by no means a perfect film but in its absolute chaos it is hard not to have a ton of fun. There wasn't a doubt in my mind why this film had earned itself a cult status, it definitely seems like the kind of film Tarantino would sensually stroke his feat to.
Everyone slays their roles here, Emilio Estevez especially. Robby Müller like always delivers an absolute visual banger. The last 20 minutes or so…
I mean, what more is there to say about Alex Cox' much beloved cult classic? The movie is the perfect marriage of science-fiction elements and punk-rock mentality. Nicolas Winding Refn is a fan and so are the people over at Criterion.
Repo Man stars the late, great Harry Dean Stanton and Emilio Estevez and it has all the car-trunk-death-rays you could ever need. The movie's satirical moments elevate it above other B-movie fare. It also has the greatest soundtrack of any movie, EVER, with songs by Circle Jerks, Black Flag, Suicidal Tendencies, Fear and The Plugz.
Plus, it's just a lot of fun, you know..
Repo Man is everything I wanted and more from a cult film; Biting and pitch-perfect social commentary, a witty and amazingly quotable script, and actors all at the top of their game, which is wrapped up in the trappings of a 50s paranoia Alien picture.
Sure, It's completely bonkers, but you can't help but feel utter euphoria as the final frames of this insane piece of cinema flash before your eyes, leaving you in a state of bewilderment and confused chaos.
It also has Harry Dean Stanton saying the F-Word constantly. If that doesn't sell it, I don't know what will.
"Ordinary people, I fucking hate them".
Oh, to be normal. To accept a creepy, bland, corporate world. To be entranced by TV and embrace the sterility of life. Repo Man is a bold, punchy 80s comedy that shows us detached youth in a time without identity beyond the corporate. From the white suburban punk blaming society for crimes to the nods to Reagan's policies, Repo Man is full of meaningless actions in a desolate, nihilist LA. The strange plot is beautifully off-kilter in the slightest of ways and this is a consistently funny, cool film. Really it's all the small creative touches that make Repo Man such a success, from the labels to the props to the pop culture references. Everything is fascinating in one way or another. And then the ending just slaps.
I wish this was real. I wish reality was exactly like this film with all the UFO stuff. I want it lit and photographed by Robby Müller. I want a dope punk soundtrack playing all the time. I want to eat meat out of a can labeled only as "food". I want a glowing Chevy Malibu. I want to work with Harry Dean Stanton, he looks like an old sock and really knows how to wear hats. I also hear that "Harry Dean Stanton only uses REAL baseball bats". He's the shit.
