So, as amazing as this might sound considering how long that last post is, I actually had more I wanted to talk about, but I had to edit things down. Also, I was in a bit of a hurry since the season premier of Heroes was on last night, and I didn’t want to miss it. So, here are some things that I cut out of Psycho VS. Deathproof:
1. I remember in university a professor talking about how amazing it was to be coming of age in the sixties and early seventies, with all the amazing films being made at the time. I wondered then if he was aware that we all felt the same way about the films that we were growing up with. Even today, although I have great respect for all of the groundbreaking work done by the French New Wave, Felini, and all of those amazing directors of that era, I still feel drawn to the films that I came of age with. I imagine the same is true from generation to generation.
2. People might wonder if I just didn’t get the idea behind the “Grindhouse” films. Could I have missed the point? Well, in a word, no. Throughout high school and into university I was a regular host of “B Movie Nights,” in which a group of my friends would get together to watch a variety of substandard films. The quality would range from the outright campy “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes” to the surprisingly creepy “Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things” and everything in between. Although I didn’t watch these films in their first run at a drive through, I am well versed in the films QT was referencing. I got it, I just didn’t like it.
3. I really wanted to include the phrase “masturbatory, overindulgent piece of dung”, but I just couldn’t fit it in. This would be in reference to Death Proof, not Psycho.
4. I did want to mention that Zoe Bell, stuntwoman turned actor for this film was a little bit of awesome. She added a spark that was otherwise wholly absent.
I’m sure there are other things I missed, and I hope I didn’t go on too freaking long, but man, that movie just bugged me.
We can now return to the regularly scheduled nonsence that makes up this blog. Occasionally.
