THE EYES OF LAURA MARS (1978)
Director: Irvin Kershner
Starring: Faye Dunaway, Tommy Lee Jones, Brad Dourif
Viewed On Amazon Prime
Well I was hoping that this was going to be a terrifying movie. It was indeed a terrifyingly corny movie. Faye Dunaway plays Laura Mars, a fashion photographer, who for some reason has the ability to see the murders of her friends and colleagues as they are happening in NYC. A very young Tommy Lee Jones plays a cop who is investigating the slaughters. The murderer uses a ice pick to the eye to pick off the victims. Unfortunately its not gruesome, or even scary. It blows my mind that two years later the director would direct The Empire Strikes Back.
My buddy Mark told me that apparently John Carpenter was the original writer, and was kicked off of the film. Apparently he wrote the original screenplay but it underwent heavy rewrites (mainly by (David Zelag Goodman) because they didn’t trust him. As Mark said “Imagine if he got to make the film he envisioned?” Mark is probably right. This predates Halloween. All he’d done up until then was Dark Star and Assault On Precinct 13. I can honestly say the best thing about this is a scene where Faye is driving around frantically in a fucking Pacer. A Pacer!! I got a chuckle out of that. (NW)
PS: The theme song is horrid.
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THE GODFATHERS OF HARDCORE (2017)
Director: Ian McFarland
Viewed On Showtime
I must admit that when I heard about this movie I had very little faith that a Agnostic Front Showtime documentary could be any good. I went into this thinking… oh lord this is gonna suck balls. In my opinion suck it did NOT. I thoroughly enjoyed it, so much so that I watched it again when my buddy Devon was in town for a visit.
I grew up loving AF, and was lucky to see them many times in the 1980’s. I’m 100% behind the first three LPs (yup even Cause For Alarm), and the live at CB’s record.
This documentary sort of breaks things down by going between chillin’ with Vinnie Stigma (on a roof with pigeons, in his apt, on the streets of NYC, and in a church). The camera will then hang with Roger Miret in his home in Arizona, working on old cars, going to the doctors, playing with his kids, and hanging with his wife & mom. It was interesting to hear stories from both these NYHC legends about their upbringing, their families and their lives in general.
There is enough old footage of the band to make the movie exciting and keep it real for folks like myself. Of course there is new footage as well (which I’m really not a fan of), but it keeps things relevant and current.
Things take a turn toward the end and get dark/depressing with much talk of Rogers medical ailments.
At any rate the only negative things I have to say about this documentary are that by the end it starts feeling long (not in a “fucking end this already” sort of way). Its only an hour and a half long, but feels longer. Also I really would have loved to hear much more from some ex members of the band, along with some NYHC legends that were around in the early days. Fuck this archive footage bullshit. (NW)
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