Bye Bye Monkey

Researching rat movies I discover this Gérard Depardieu one.

An Italian picture.

Depardieu works as a handyman for a women’s theatre troupe.

One day he discovers the corpse of King Kong shimmering beneath the surface of the Hudson. He adopts Kong’s orphaned son, a little chimpanzee.

By the way, the apocalypse is on.

Rats outnumber men 10:1.

Later the rats eat the chimpanzee child and Depardieu burns alive inside a wax museum.

I think it’s a “men’s rights” movie and has some wrong things to say about rape and feminism. I’m sure it’s terrible and have no desire to subject myself to it but I’m happy to learn it exists.

I like the swirl of symbols -river, Kong, apocalypse- and not only what they say about us, not only what this sexist-old-dude maybe thinks they say about us, but what they could say.

How is it to raise a child in Rat City? The son of a bestial, dead Hollywood.

How is it to stand by the banks of the slurping water in the chill of October, and look down at all that’s submerged?

D & W by: Marco Ferreri, w/Gérard Depardieu, Geraldine Fotzgerald, Abigail Clayton, James Coco, Marcello Mastroianni, etc… 113 mins, Italy, 1978

 

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

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Two stars

D. Pleasence & M. Myers survive the ‘splosion that closed H:2.  Return to Haddonfield for more aide & carnage respectively.  There’s a Tommy Jarvis-esque niece for the shape and a missed connection with a salty, whiskey sodden priest.

Halloween II

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Two stars

Y’all ready for this?  Halloween dos!  More gore, more titties.  A bigger budge, some pyrotechnics.  Michael Meyers slashin’ tires.  If you were like, “Wait, ain’t Laurie Strode his sister?”  That’s this movie bros!  She’s heavily medicated in the Haddonfield hospital and flash backs to visiting young Michael in the asylum.  He looks at her, he’s dripping blood, he says “I’m pure evil.”  His doctor says, “That’s my professional diagnosis as well.”

Star Trek 13

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Two stars

Yeah, I saw it.  Chris Pine beat up Idris Elba.  There were some little alien guys that looked like big alien guys but then they slid down a space ramp and that was the joke, that they were little.  They showed up again after the final battle and were like, “Hey, remember us?  Remember when you were small and your mother held you?  The world was just as complicated then but you didn’t know it yet.  You could pine for those days, wax nostalgic for midnight walks around the cemetery with your best friend.  Or you could call that friend up, maybe do some Kundalini meditation, vote on state measures.  Shit’s alright dude, don’t fret.  All we have is the present bro.  Sincerely, the little aliens.”  When Chris Pine heard that he shed a single tear which floated off into space.  He smiled and put his arms around Spock and smelled his Vulcan breath and whispered, “We got this.”  And then someone cued up a Queen song and everyone was like, “Aw yeah, fuck yeah.”

Nightbreed

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Three stars

Last night I went down to Midian.  I caught a ride in a mine cart and visited all the monsters.  There was the monster with eyeball hands, & the monster that was just a flabby belly & Cat Woman.  We raved to techno music and got in a shoot-out with the US army.  Somebody invited David Cronenberg but he couldn’t act and all his scenes were super boring and predictably slashery.  I gave a cute monster boy my number but he didn’t call me.  I couldn’t find him on Facebook later either.

Cemetery of Splendor

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Four stars

Medium wide angle on an outdoor # 2.  The Gods deliver exposition in the Dino park.  Here’s what’s going on, amoebas are oozing ‘cross the clouds.  These colored lights will bring back the sleeping soldiers locked in comas waging ghost wars in dreams.  Jenjira has a refreshingly active sex life for a handicapped, middle age woman character in cinema.  Another glacially paced, shit-hot, poetic fantasy from Apichatpong Weerasethakul but if you’re gonna see just one, I vote for Uncle Boonme.