Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It's all methamphetamine. That's what I'm here for.
Opening lines from the movie: Spun
The main protagonist over here... going on a week-long binge of the shit is jason schwartzman. The movie also has in its cast, among others, brittany murphy (one of my favourite white-trash chicks). She can really fill those tight jeans, that go along with her look as the trashy vegas side-kick to the "Cook" - an overweight cowboy who lives in a motel cooking up the smack that has everyone hooked and enjoys watching a healthy dose of adult movies and wrestling.
I actually enjoyed this movie - I would describe it as a: a swaggering journey into hell, less heat more drugs; however ... and although I fully recommend it, I won't splash out my highest mark: KKKK (for information on the kowalski rating scheme, visit the blog entry of april 12)
I won't give it the four K's because I don't believe in handing out marks like sweeties..or in this case.. crank.
The movie will have you enthralled and on the edge, holding on .. like a rollercoaster flick gone bad. It has a lot of editing ...cuts and close-ups of ross (the protagonist) sniffing phet off the bare breasts of a stripper...etc. All good ... almost reminiscent of requiem for a dream. But where requiem was despondent and depressing ... harsh and brutal, this movie never releases the pedal... melancholia will have to wait on this one. Sure we get the usual riff about the girlfriend and the worries of the real world... but as long as Ross is in his cocoon of drugs (and the movie doesn't use the card that requiem frequently flips out - that is lack of money to buy the trip) he can stay at the helm of this binge... until of course he crashes.
All in all ..an enjoyable watch; and if you want to turn off your brain and actually enjoy something for a while, why not?!
The following excerpt is from the movie...towards the end, when the straits get...well.. dire.. for lack of a better word:
" tell ya, I remember a time when I was about... I was little, I don't know... 4, 5 something like that. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked in the bathroom one day and my Mother was standing there, kneeling down... Dog had a litter of about 8, and my Mother was bending over killing each one of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I said 'why?'... She said 'Im just killing what I can't take care of' - Then my momma said to me, she looked at me and she said 'I wish I could do that to you'. - Maybe she, maybe she shoulda."
4 comments:
Aight, well, simply put: This post is an abomination; not only because you're recommentding a mediocre picture, but the writing itself. Man, get consistant with capitalization! It ain't gonna wreck ya like a popped up nigga in law, eh? You know what's a crime? the overusage of the "...". You dish those suckers out like the States dish out arms to African kids. A little editing wouldn't be the death of you either.
I'm sure you're becoming somewhat inflammed by now, but take a chil pill, relax and rejoice that this post wasn't utter failure. Oh wait, it was.
A little harsh? Maybe. Even The Last Picture Show much be viewed twice to realize it's greatness.
SPUN is joy ... rob "the screaming gay" halford is there too if i remember right...enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYn5hxeFt10
She dead.
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