Been doing some catching up with stuff I either half-watched BITD, or just never got around to. Movies, the funnest 1CCs ever!
Ravenous (1999) It is the 1850s! Disgraced war vet Guy Pearce has been banished to Remote Outpost, in outer COLD AS FUCKsville. But when a half-dead Bob Carlyle staggers into camp, telling tales of an ill-fated wagon train gone full CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST, Pearce and co are obliged to mount a rescue effort!

Middling Dracula fare, couched haphazardly in the Wendigo legend. Don't be fooled, it's a Dracula flick. Much Darwinist rumination on eating muhfuckas heads off in pursuit of ULTIME power, and also +10 healing factor. Greatly helped by an excellent Robert Carlyle, some gorgeously treacherous settings (OWCH! now that thar be a compound fracture, IN MUH SHIN-BONE!), and a menacing OST.
Bad Lieutenant (1992, Dir. Abel Ferrara) Fucking hell. Paint-strippingly sleazy and rape-wracked, even by Mr. Ferrara's considerable standard. Harvey Keitel's corrupt cop indulges biblically in drugs and prostitutes, blasting his burnt-out brain in vain, as a mounting despair eats through him. Between ripping off drug dealers and chancing his arm with mobbed-up bookies, he can be found catatonic in his cosy suburban living room, surrounded by his nonplussed family. Maybe there's some money in busting the sick fucks who raped that nun? That reward the church put up would come in handy, with his gambling luck gone to shit.
THOSE FUCKIN METS $%£^£&
Keitel is outstanding here, shading Bad Cop's futile abhorrence with anguish and remorse, humanising what might've been a mere horrorshow in lesser hands. Despite the long stretches of near-impressionistic malaise, it's an easy film to watch and follow, an even descent to the end. Excellent neo-noir, recommended.
Fatal Attraction (1988, Dir. Adrian Lyne)
or Bad Husband. MICHAELDOUGLAS decides to be a COLOSSAL PIECE OF SHIT

and jeopardise his happy life with wifey and daughter - using their weekend's absence to hit Glenn Close's CRAZY BPD PUSSY. Hell awaits!

An iconic picture, in the same boat as
The Exorcist. Most of its shocks have long since entered pop banality - yet the underlying drama is such a strong, dark one, it's clear the gags were never integral. The horror is in the withering toll on innocent family, not so much the evil force responsible - our intrepid hubby having brought this shitstorm entirely onto his house notwithstanding.
On that note, I couldn't help thinking of that ham-fisted TIM SOMETHINGOROTHER, the latest wrecker of the Terminator series, and his ill-fated proclamation that his sparkly capeshit would "SCURR DEM MUHSOGYNISTS GUD" (scared them
and everybody else right away, apparently. haw!) Poor Tim's name is now mud - but he should pay attention,
this being a movie to scare men with. Or, to put it in less moronically tribal terms, warn them with. One look at poor MICHAELDOUGLAS, and you know he wishes he'd spent that weekend jacking it to his 80s porno tapes!


A gorgeously shot film -
Jacob's Ladder is Lyne's famous Konami influencer, but his eye for the pastoral and grimy alike here will resonate just as well with Silent Hill fans.