Archive | February, 2011

Black Dynamite (2009)

18 Feb

I will let you know right away, you must see Black Dynamite. Do your soul a favor and treat yourself to some side-splitting laughter with this blacksploitation comedy. At least, once the natural February weather returns you can have an excuse to spend a little more time indoors, and I am telling you, you will not be disappointed.

Michael Jai White, who also wrote the screenplay, executes the title role fantastically. I can’t imagine how many takes they had to do for him to be able to deliver such hilarious lines with a straight face. Here is a little taste:

Black Dynamite reminds me a bit of Machete, but even better. (Wow, did I just write that?) It is over-the-top, it isn’t a film to be taken seriously. Speaking of taking it seriously, though, I feel that it is almost convincingly a blacksploitation film from the ’70s. From the old school way that it was shot to the fact that there aren’t a ton of well-known actors in it, I think that someone could possibly be fooled into thinking it is a genuine article from 40 years ago. There are some well-known actors sprinkled in there, though, like Nicole Sullivan (MADtv) and Cedric Yarbrough (Reno 911).

This movie had me cracking up over and over again, pretty much through the entire movie. So much so, that when I saw it again, a couple of days later, I ended up catching more hilarity that I had missed during my first viewing because I was laughing too hard. And I would watch it again today. I will probably see it again soon just because if someone I know hasn’t seen it, I will force them to watch it, and I will watch it with them. It is only February, but nonetheless this is my favorite movie I have yet seen this year.

This is probably my favorite part:

I have already made it clear, I will see it again, most definitely. I will buy it in the near future, and I will be quoting the genius one-liners for years to come. The more people I can get to watch it, the better. A+ for sure!

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Skins (First Generation)

11 Feb

My new guilty pleasure is a British TV series called Skins. As I read an acquaintance describe it, its a modern-day, even sexier My So Called Life. It’s dramatic and saucy and sexy and young and I am going to come out of the Skins closet to say that I secretly (though not any longer secret) love it.

This series plays through the lives of a group of young friends in Bristol, England. Tony, Michelle, Cassie, Sid, Jal, Chris, Maxxie and Anwar. Although their lives are always intertwining, and the crew is a tight-knit group of friends, each episode is essentially a vignette which focuses on a certain situation and a specific character. These kids fall into comas, get knocked up, lose cars in large bodies of water, go to Russia, and more, there are love triangles and sex scandals, drug overdoses and eating disorders. A couple of episodes even glimpse into Osama! a school musical parody based on 9/11. It is just hour after hour of dramatic craziness through adorable British accents. All of the antics are usually followed by a pretty bitchin’ soundtrack as well (LCD Soundsystem, Chemical Brothers, Beck, Bjork, Kid Koala, Grizzly Bear, Amon Tobin, Sigur Ros, Cat Power, Battles, etc. etc. etc.).

After some research, I have discovered that the series changes its cast completely after two seasons. I have only seen the first “generation,” and I feel a bit resistant to the idea of an entirely new cast to get invested in. I am a bit intrigued, however, after discovering that Effy, Tony’s little sister (on the right here in B & W), is one of the main characters in the new generation. Kind of love her, so I might have to check it out after all.

At least give the first generation a try. It gets pretty cheesy at times, but doesn’t everything? Plus it is great to watch installments of this show on Netflix when you don’t have time to sit through a whole movie (though I usually got so sucked in to the story that I would watch an hour an a half at a time anyway).

Favorite line: I bet she bangs like a fairy on acid.

The Human Centipede (First Sequence) (2010)

2 Feb

Ho…ly…shit.                                         Here we go again, with a movie so disturbing, so foul, so awkward…that it has been recommended to and associated with me by several people. Once again, I am both offended, but kind of flattered. Don’t get me wrong, this is a horrific movie to be associated with, but I am happy to have the reputation of someone who can stomach such disturbing material. Stomaching The Human Centipede (First Sequence) barely happened for me, however. I have not come this close to becoming physically ill during a movie since Salo.

In this movie, a German mad scientist/doctor, Dr. Heiter, sets out to fulfill a sadistic dream of his to bond humans (American and Japanese tourists abroad in Germany) to one another to form a “human centipede.” In his career days as a surgeon, Dr. Heiter separated Siamese twins for a living. Now retired, and after testing this experiment on some Rottweilers,  he wants to combine people instead. For a doctor, Heiter seems to have chosen an abnormally crude, elementary and ineffective way to link these people together. The fashion in which he decides to attach these people I will not discuss here, but it is definitely quite distinct from the way in which Siamese twins are traditionally attached. Dr. Heiter even goes as far as to explain to his victims ahead of time how he plans on going about connecting them through this grotesque surgery via a lovely overhead projector presentation.

I think that the biggest spoiler I could include in this entry would be to tell you how these people are attached. So I won’t provide that information. I mean I can handle a horror butcher film, and it doesn’t really impress me. I mean, you won’t see me writing a movie review about Saw or anything, just because it comes up with outlandish ways to torture people. Furthermore, The Human Centipede isn’t even necessarily all that graphic. It doesn’t need to be. Your mind will take you to that dark place.

I want to hate this movie…But I’m kind of intrigued by it. I think I want to tell you to see it, but I won’t. Because then you will blame me for the mental anguish and nightmares it will bring upon you.

I kind of want to give this movie a B, but only as a joke. Because in the human centipede, the last person you want to be is person B. *huge shudder* Poor Lindsay…

Would I see this movie again? I rrrreally think one time is enough for me. But if you are like me and you enjoy testing the limits of sanity and decency in film, along with your own threshold for viewing the most disturbing shit a writer/director can possibly fabricate…give this movie a try. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.