Category Archives: 1970s

Fisti’s God is in the Movies blogathon: Monty Python and the Holy Grail

God is done with your bulls–t, or The Heavenly Eyeroll

When Fisti first announced his blogathon, God is in the Movies, I was excited — is this my turn to talk my story about being a hardcore atheist, a confused satanist for a brief while at the age of 13, and finally becoming someone who thought religion was something really, really interesting (kudos, Supernatural with Castiel), but is .simply non-religious?

Well… no. Instead, I found Monty Python and the Holy Grail, laughed my ass off for one and a half hours and knew I have to take this post in a lighter tone. Morgan Freeman, step aside, there’s a new old kid on the block, and he’s funnier than anyone I’ve ever met.

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Carrie (1976)

Carrie

While people are tentatively going to the cinema to see the hideous 2013 version of Carrie, I got the chance to see the original Carrie, and for the first time at that. Carrie completely redefined the “horror” genre for me. I’ve seen three horror films prior in my life – Ring, Scream 4 and Prometheus (which, yes, I consider horror) – and I cannot stand the terror.

Yet I took Carrie to the prom – and immensely enjoyed it. The experience is different watching this film now, rather than in 1972, because everyone knows the story: Carrie, a friendless teenager, is asked to the prom by a popular boy, and at the prom, a horrible prank is played on her – to which Carrie, with the secret power of telekinesis, replies even more horribly. The story is well–known, the details not so much.

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Piper Laurie, who plays Carrie’s religion–crazed mother, puts on a performance of a lifetime. She is absolutely hideous and terrifying and never redeems herself. Her biggest sin was sleeping with Carrie’s father. A child brought into this world by such disgust to live with a maniac like Mrs. White, it’s no wonder she is a shy girl, covered in long blond hair and buried in books. She’s the quiet kid. She loves her mother, though. She doesn’t know to blame her. But soon enough, she learns to.

Carrie, the film, made it in the first scene – a girls’ dressing room. Carrie’s in the shower and starts her period. Her mother hasn’t informed her and later on, nobody understands how a girl that age did not know. Carrie thinks she’s bleeding to death and the other girls, cruel to her anyway, start throwing tampons and pads at her. “Why didn’t you tell me, mama,” she pleads her mother later: for punishment, she gets sent to the closet. Not for saying this, but for having sinned by getting her period. Both scenes, the girls mocking her, as well as with Mrs. White are brilliantly made. It could be a teen drama, but De Palma makes it not so.

Fast–forwarding now, at the prom, after having the pig blood prank played at her, Carrie finally snaps and unleashes her telekinetic powers. She’s not thinking clearly, she’s not even seeing clearly – she is imagining everyone, including the one person who has been nice to her, teacher Miss Collins, laughing at her. That’s the final straw for Carrie. She locks the doors with her mind… and the blood bath that follows is astonishing. Sissy Spacek looks at it all with eyes as big as the moon, pulling off the perfect Carrie.

Carrie

The final scene wraps this film up with something truly creepy. The scene was shot backwards to make it dreamlike, and it’s beautifully eerie. For me, though, the film’s biggest asset was it being horror with few of the elements I considered horror before watching Carrie. Truly incredible.

Happy Star Wars day!

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I’m celebrating with six quotes from the six Star Wars films. Are you guys looking forward for the seventh? I’m not sure myself though I know I’ll be seeing it. It’s a huge favourite of mine and I couldn’t resist. (It’s technically two hours past May 4th here in my country but I got distracted while doing this… a lot. Anyway, it’s the revenge of the 5th now hehehehe.

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5 things I love about The Breakfast Club

Today, I started my morning off right – by watching The Breakfast Club in bed. Since it’s a classic, I won’t be writing a full-blown review. Especially because there was so much that I liked and so little that I didn’t, hence it would be bad taste.

1. IT’S A GO-TO NOSTALGIA FILM. When I was little, I most films I saw were from the eighties and nineties – I spent a lot of time at the countryside and there was nothing to do there but to watch TV. The Breakfast Club is a blast from the past, having all the elements from its time, which makes it easy to think yourself back into the time films were this.
2. THE CHARACTERISATION IS FANTASTIC. For me, this was the greatest part – the five characters, stunningly stereotypical, stay true to who they are from the first minute to the last. They don’t change but they all do reveal the wrecked and problematic aspects of them under the stereotype veneer – and it’s immensely believable. They are all different and they all own up to it, plus the respective actors simply nail it.
3. THERE WAS A TIME FILM PEOPLE KNEW HOW TO EDIT. So I don’t particularly like long films, as they’re usually strenuous and replete with fillers. The Breakfast Club tells an awesome story in ninety-seven minutes, makes it believable and the time spent watching worth it. There are no unneccessary scenes during the film’s entirety and it’s exceptionally lovely.
4. THE BASKET CASE AND THE ATHLETE GOT TOGETHER! This was something I was rooting from the beginning. I like unlikely pairings and I adore school athletes getting together with the outcasts. It’s adorable and romantic and makes the world a better place.
5. IT’S A STORY THAT DOESN’T GET OLD. I’m exceeding myself by doing some math now and The Breakfast Club has been around for 28 years and someone in high school (hey, that’s me!) can imagine themselves with these people. (Them drinking Coke is naturally a huge bonus, too.) It’s The Perks of Being A Wallflower of films (and yes, I know the latter’s a film now, too) and I think it will be as charming to see for the generation after mine as it was for me.

There might be a sequel to this as I really did like nearly everything about it but I think I should see it a few times more before it happens. Also: this film was begging for the gif. Oh how I loved Brian. And… okay. Sequel, or something. Yes.