What Was She Thinking?!

A digital goddess of course!

Tom Savini, affectionately known throughout Hollywood as the Godfather of Gore, played the part of Sex Machine, biker cum vampire, in Quentin Tarantino's From Dusk Til Dawn, starring Harvey Keitel and George Clooney. A master with the bullwhip, Tom demonstrates his prowess here. A great stunt, where he actually breaks a beer bottle with the bullwhip, was cut from the film. Ironically, Tom didn't do any of the special effects in this movie.

I've always been attracted to dangerous looking men. It's the rebel in me. And this guy just makes me weak in the knees.

P.S. And by the way, the soundtrack to this movie isn't bad either. Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Mary Had a Little Lamb" is playing in the background in this clip.

Moxie gave a thumbs down to Oliver Stone's new film, World Trade Center. View the movie trailer. With box office heavyweight Nicolas Cage in the starring role, this film, maudlin at best, becomes just another disaster movie. I was quite put off by the movie's tagline:

The World Saw Evil That Day....

The world didn't see evil that day, WE did. The world has been seeing evil far longer than we ever did. By no means do we have the market cornered on grief or righteous indignation. And I'd be willing to bet that this country played a large part in a majority of the wickedness, crime, and evil that is visited upon other nations. Need an example? I've got a few.

WARNING: the following videos contain graphic images of death, dismemberment and destruction. Proceed with viewing bearing that in mind.

And just so you don't get the impression I'm playing favorites with Southeastern Europe:

And this, when all is said and done, is what's going on right now. One of the most non-judgmental, not taking sides, just throwing it out there, videos I've found and from a soldier's point of view, no less.

Recall this post about a musician I once dated who I found out had made a movie. Well, I went ahead and bought a copy of the tape Of Strange Voices and Watermelon Men (it's available on Amazon.com, but anyone wanting to see it is certainly welcome to my copy!). Yeesh. I wasn't sure what to expect given the reviews and the synopsis of the storyline. I was also curious to see what my friend looked like after all these years. The production photo that is on the back of the video and which I had found on the Internet didn't ring any bells whatsoever. I don't know if that says more about ME or HIM! But bear in mind there's been a good 10 years' worth of water flowing under that bridge.

Robert was the first one to spot what I think is really curious about the videotape itself. He noticed that it wasn't copy protected like most videotapes are. At least commercial videotapes. Turns out this is likely a second generation copy, for which I should have paid half if not a quarter of what I paid. But it was worth it to satisfy my curiosity.

The guitar playing in the movie was excellent, as I had always remembered it being. No note was missed. This was the best part of the entire "ordeal." As noted in the review:

Austin blues musician Leighton Hamilton played an antique steel acoustic guitar from his own collection and performed his own composition of "H20 Melon Blues" and "The Crucifixion Blues" in this production.

The storyline was contrived, much as the plotlines to most porn films are. But that's because they're focusing on the porn aspect of the movie. I'm not sure what this film's focus was, it should have been the music because I couldn't make heads or tails out of the story, if indeed there was one. Much of the movie was spent with various characters running through the fields (I believe the movie was shot in Palmetto State Park). It was obvious that the actors (every one of them) were inexperienced, and the lead (Lisa Shelton) was way over the top in all her scenes, annoyingly so. It might have been me, but a couple of times, I could have sworn it looked like the actors were having a hard time keeping straight faces.

In short it was like staying up really late, being unable to sleep and consigning oneself to watching some oddities on a public access channel. The good thing is that I can record over it. Thanks, Robert, for pointing that out to me.