Three weeks or so ago, I braved the frozen, wind-blasted hellscape that is Chicago in the depths of winter in order to watch 24 uninterupted hours of crummy movies. This is what we call “dedication”– that or “complete idiocy.” Either way, this is what I saw that I hadn’t gotten around to reviewing yet:
Barbarella (1968), in which we note that director Roger Vadim was married to star Jane Fonda at the time, and find ourselves once again wondering if maybe it’s not too late yet to work on becoming both a Serious Artist and French…
Black Samson (1974), in which the mafia is no match for a bartender with a lion and a stick…
Tentacles (1977), in which a bunch of washed-up old actors with formidable reputations somehow never quite get around to interacting with a giant octopus…
The Undying Monster (1942), in which the Baskerville Curse is real, and the Hound is a werewolf…
and…
Zardoz (1974), in which John Boorman can afford far better drugs than the rest of us.
#1 by Matthew Fudge on February 12, 2008 - 10:28 am
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Zardoz traumatised me as a child. The announcer goes “now a sci-fi adventure starring Sean Connery”, and as a ten year old you go, “James Bond in space? No way am I going to miss that!”. Then he turns up wearing a nappy, droopy man boobs and frank zappas moustache and you want to hide behind the sofa and cry.
#2 by Prankster on February 13, 2008 - 7:03 pm
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Good grief. You actually managed to explain Zardoz in a way that kinda, sorta makes sense. My hat is off.