Archive for March, 2009
THE VHS STACK - A Fish Called Wanda, 1988, Charles Crichton.
March 19th, 2009
Watching it for the gazillionth time, still a pure gut-bust. High-art British masterwork screwball plotting the cross-eyed Reagan/Thatcher 1980s. Otto is a man whose mind has mixed up the whole of Western civilization, and acts it every scene (as in the ravaging inability to say “I’m sorry,” and his knockabout act mimicry of foreign languages), and Jamie Lee the bravura sweetheart vamp, finding cues as would thespianess Miriam Hopkins.
THE VHS STACK - Bound, 1996, The Wachowski Brothers.
March 19th, 2009

Lovelorn lesbo con-lady romp, giddy with parlor room mob noir mechanics, zazzy dialogue, hammy acting and slick late-90s special effects. Equal parts Brian DePalma & butch scrivener Pat Califia. When Joey Pants is about to chop Gina Gershon’s fingers off, it has already been proven what special techniques those fingers have performed. . . down Jennifer Tilly’s starved honeypot. . . and Joey Pants artfully whacked in a symbolic pool of whitewash jizz. . .
Faith & Begora!
March 17th, 2009
“I’d rather hold
my Irish rose
than handcuffs made of whiskey,
and anyway
I’m outta punts
and Farley’s pub won’t miss me!”




























