Suffer the little Spy Kids
Anthony Lane on "Sin City" in the New Yorker today:
"We have, it is clear, reached the lively dead end of a process that was initiated by a fretful Martin Scorsese and inflamed, with less embarrassed glee, by Tarantino: the process of knowing everything about violence and nothing about suffering."
posted by Seb @ 11:58 AM
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...and continued by Battle Royale. If sufferring it is you want, I recommend Mel Gibson's tale of passion.
A man who owns an island off the coast of Fiji can teach me nothing of suffering, with the possible exception of the grief caused by agreeing to appear in the very stinky "Bird on a Wire." Besides, what's the lesson of "Passion?" Getting whipped with a cat o nine tails hurts like a mother?
Did you just badmouth "Bird on a Wire?" My recollection is of a masterpiece, and my 13-year-old self was very critical. He also recommends Badham's earlier work, "Short Circuit," starring the lovable Steve Guttenberg.
Ah, Guttenberg, or, as I hilariously refer to him as, the Gutter. Now if you want to see a real show of suffering, what you do is drag good ol' Gutter out of his makeshift hut on Crenshaw built from remaindered copies of "3 Men and a Little Lady" DVDs, bring him to a warehouse filled with angry debt collectors, tell him there's a greenlighted script on the opposite wall for "Police Academy: the Medieval Squad" (a 14th century PS prequel with Christoper Lee already signed on to star as Count Inkletwain the Molestor), and see how many shots he can take from their Stun Guns before he goes down in a frothy lather.
And let's not forget the Guttenberg classic: The Boys from Brazil--
where he dies in the beginning and Gregory Peck makes the worse project choice of his career...
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