Titanic, Psycho and Sybil in a blender. You've got got the decrepit underwater city that reminds one a bit too much of the remains of the Titanic. You've got the 'evil mother caused the boy to turn into a killer' angle. You've got the psychological trauma of voices in the head. On top of that, there is a thin layer of Snow White creeping in, with all the apples, the evil mother, the repeated symbolism of 'the kiss.' This is In Dreams.
Murder with a can of Campbell's Tomato Soup. It is a scene that would leave Andy Warhol in fits of ecstasy. Anyway, Araki's favorite piece of ass, James Duval stars in this day in the life tale of Dark, a boy with many problems - a noncommittal bisexual girlfriend (sexy Rachel True, also known as Drew Carey's neighbor), a bitchy mother and a bunch of X-ing friends, not to mention his budding bi-curiousity and a space alien that keeps zapping people. The Kafka-esque ending will leave you in stitches...or maybe 'busting' them. Literally, because you may puke your guts out...
Why is Billy Bob Thornton so good at being stupid? One may as well ask why RuPaul looks so good in a dress or why Clinton can't keep the presidential pecker to himself - it is what they were born to do. Thornton steals the show as the 'one taco short of a combination platter' brother to Bill Paxton in this morality tale about greed and human nature.
1998 was all about schlong. First, there was Marky Mark's plastic prosthetic penis in Boogie Nights. Then there was Kevin Bacon's semi in the shower in Wild Things. I even dare to mention The Full Monty, even though there was really no monty. But above and beyond all these - the endowments of Trey Parker and Matt Stone in BASEketball....
Absolutely, positively, undeniably my favorite film ever. No other film comes even close. Screw all those people that think Star Wars is the best film ever made. There would be no Star Wars if it wasn't for The Wizard of Oz. (After that statement, I guess I should expect to get hate e-mail...)
Ted goes surfing.
A semi-autobiographical film by John Waters?
Yep. That's what Pecker seems to be. John Waters examines the effects of fame and money on the life of a teenage photographer and his family. His world is turned upside down, his artwork loses much of its meaning and validity AND there are devasting effects on his personal life...Of course the big difference is that John Waters worked his ass off to get famous and Pecker had it fall in his lap. AND I am positive that Waters wouldn't give it up for all the trade in the world...
This film made me wish that I was a gay man. A gay man with AIDS. A psychotic gay man with AIDS.
Two gay guys find out that they have AIDS, then they find each other. One is insane and the other one is neurotic. It's like 'The Odd Couple' minus the humor, plus sexual tension. The sex scenes are more erotic than a Mickey Rourke movie. Mmmmm, shower scenes.....
This film is very roughly made and at times it can be a bit tough to follow. I recommend many, many viewings! (And don't forget to notice the obligatory crazy lesbians that seem to show up in every single Araki film!)
Viva Las Leprechaun!
This is by far the best of the Leprechaun saga. It gives new meaning to the term 'fear and loathing in Las Vegas.' The Leprechaun is free to walk down the streets of Las Vegas and there are so many weirdos there that no one notices him. Imagine the Leprechaun doing a killer Elvis impersonation, hips gyrating like...like...something that really gyrates.
This is the first 'naughty' Waters film that I ever saw. I had only seen Hairspray and I loved it, so I decided to check out some other ones. This was the first one that I came across (in my local Blockbuster, no less. It was right next to 'Ganjasaurus.') Absolutely my favorite John Waters film!