Synopsis
Beyond 1984, Beyond 2001, Beyond Love, Beyond Death.
In the far future, a savage trained only to kill finds a way into the community of bored immortals that alone preserves humanity's achievements.
1974 Directed by John Boorman
In the far future, a savage trained only to kill finds a way into the community of bored immortals that alone preserves humanity's achievements.
みらいわくせいざるどす, Ultramann, Taş Tanrı Zardoz, Зардоз, זארדוז, 자도즈, 萨杜斯, 未来惑星ザルドス
Monsters, aliens, sci-fi and the apocalypse Humanity and the world around us Imaginative space odysseys and alien encounters Thought-provoking sci-fi action and future technology Action-packed space and alien sagas Surreal and thought-provoking visions of life and death Humanity's odyssey: earth and beyond Show All…
Actual IMs sent while watching this movie:
7:35 PM omg what is this?! his beard is drawn on with a PEN
7:36 PM do I need to be high to understand this??
7:37 PM sean connery has a BRAID
7:54 PM why is sean connery wearing red nappies?
8:09 PM i love how in the future noone wears a bra
8:12 PM and now Charlotte Rampling is giving a lecture on what causes erections
8:18 PM the vortex men are pretty girly. they all have perms and wear scoop necked tops
8:25 PM OH! old people zombie attack omg
8:33 PM THE WIZARD OF OZ?! WTF I CAN'T EVEN.
8:34 PM THIS MOVIE IS AMAZEBALLS
8:40 PM sean totally just…
If I had a time machine and could go anywhere into the past, I’d travel to the meeting where John Boorman explained to Sean Connery his wardrobe in Zardoz.
Hoop-Tober 2.0, Film 13 of 31:
A deeply misunderstood, dreamlike, surrealist satire on religious, dystopian, and destruction-of-society/structure-within-society/inception-of-society themes with transfixing, almost-Herzogian cinematography and an astounding, impressionistic production design; it's time for everyone to buck up and admit that Zardoz is indeed a very good film, possibly even one of Boorman's finest.
Zardoz is one of the greatest films ever, and it has a 3.0 on this site. Even some of the praise it receives seems tinged with a hint of irony. Well, you'll find nothing but sincerity here. None of your big budget sci-fi epics could ever feel half as alien as a single minute of Zardoz. Generally, people have a narrow view of what "good movies" look like, and this style of straight faced absurdity doesn't match. You don't have to love what Zardoz is doing, but I'm puzzled by the suggestions that it is incompetent. I'd argue this film executes what it's going for flawlessly.
I turned this on expecting fun cheesy sci-fi nonsense, but despite weird aesthetics, the…
"Oh isn't that the movie where Sean Connery runs around in a red diaper?" Yes, it's the movie where Sean Connery is a barbarian who worships a giant stone head that disgorges guns and encourages him and his friends to kill until one day he sneaks onboard and is captured by an enclave of psychic, asexual immortals who are plagued by the twin problems of malaise and rebellion against their stagnant society, and it turns out that one of them genetically engineered Sean Connery and taught him how to read in order to get him to bring them the one thing they couldn't achieve — death.
Zardoz is a sweeping epic, a truly alien movie that knows how to have…
I’m not saying masculinity peaked when Sean Connery wore crimson diapers and rode a giant flying stone head that dispensed weaponry and ammunition by the truckload, it just got a hell lotta weirder.
"You can't equate their feelings with ours."
All control is the same power with different faces. Some shit never changes.
Sean Connery hijacking a flying stone head, Sean Connery running around the set of The Prisoner in red diapers, Sean Connery winning the crystal, but best of all, Sean Connery receiving a round of applause for shrugging at a pair of naked breasts and getting sexually aroused by Charlotte Rampling playing minimal techno at him.
The squirrels outside my door demand acorns for their tea and crumpets in order for them to instigate their upcoming revolutionary approach on quantum physics. I tried to find them but the phone spoke to me, so I had to lubricate the ironing board with butter, or margarine, whichever the dandelions prefer. Speaking of kettle drums, how is a magpie not a pebble? Do they not both gyrate within the vortex that is the limbo of your libido? In other words, a salami will never, ever be considered a car unless the dictionaries suffer from generic memory loss, which will never happen on account of the beavers. I do have problems deciphering the different axioms of Cheddar that are currently…
Imagine a world where this got 8 sequels instead of Star Wars.