Month: Apr 2020

Lock Down Pulp Fiction Charity Book Buys And Fancy Named Ice Cream

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My usual daily dash up the local Co-op supermarket for essentials, ie wine and beer, took a different turn yesterday. One that involved some well read pulp fiction. Walking past the pop-up charity book stand on the exit I found myself doing a double take. Sat staring at me in lime green and hot pink typeface spelt the words MICKEY SPILLANE KISS ME, DEADLY. The letters splashed out across the Corgi Books maroon cover. 60s artwork of our hero Mike Hammer jumping, with his side arm ready, from what could be a convertible Ford Galaxie Sunliner. Yep I slammed the breaks on and stopped in my tracks. Man I loved that film. Wolfman Review for Kiss Me, Deadly (1955) here.

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Jeremiah Johnson (1972) Robert Redford’s Journey Is Almost As Epic As My Waffling

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I don’t manage to watch as many westerns as I’d like to. No real reason. I tend to bypass them when I’m ready for a film. Usually prefer to opt for a thriller, something dark. A drama. Saying that one of my top ten films could possibly be a western. Will one day soon do an article on that mystical western I do so love. However chatting about favourite westerns with Todd, my film buddy over at Cinema Monolith, it was raised that Jeremiah Johnson was one of his. The Sydney Pollack directed one with that Robert Redford fella. I didn’t know it. Well I’d heard of it. Never seen it. To be honest I didn’t know anything about it other than the title and Mr Redford don’s a big ass beard in it. Actually whilst watching the film I realised I’d used the GIF of beardy smiley nodding Redford in a few text messages over the years and never realised. Maybe it was Grizzly Adams! A wild Zach Galifianakis?

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The Warriors (1979) Video Store Action Heroes 4 x Walter Hill Movie Memories

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“Can you dig it!” Talk about a film that’s still as special now as the first day of my teenage life. The following nostalgic waffle will be about that cult classic gangbanger, The Warriors. Did it influence my life? Well I never had the urge to buy a maroon leather waist coat if that’s what you mean! Didn’t need to get gang colours painted for all to see. I’m a Lone Wolf you see. I guess on a practical level it taught me to run from barbaric looking gangs of lanky bone heads and dodgy looking death buses filled with crazed thugs. To keep away from dungaree wearing pansy ass punks hanging around toilet blocks! To stop and stand up against a bunch of face painted weirdo’s waving baseball bats. “I’m sick of runnin’ from these wimps anyhow!” Thinking about it, the film probably saved my life a bunch of times. Taught me to be wary of sweet looking girls asking to take this furry hunk home. Only to try and kiss me with razors and stab me up with switchblades. “Shit! The chicks are packed! The chicks are packed!“. Honestly there was probably countless times the teaching of The Warriors helped keep me alive and kicking. Even on a lesser note, I learnt to never miss a train!

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Tombstone Rashomon (2017) From Cult Classic Repo Man Director Alex Cox

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This was a first for me. To be asked if I would like to review a film for it’s DVD release. One with a screener and a password. All very exciting. The title Tombstone-Rashomon sounded very intriguing but what really knocked my socks off was the director’s name. That cult favourite, British screenwriter and director, Alex Cox.

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