Along with Terence Hill, Spencer has given me many hours of viewing pleasure. Somehow the two of them managed to make movies that were silly but don’t make you feel like you wasted your time watching them.
It was only a few days ago that I realised Terence Hill was still alive, after seeing a story about him. Forget Sinatra; Terence Hill is the one true ol’ blue eyes
(Edited for spelling.)
Mel Brooks walked the walk as well.
In WWII…Melvin Kaminsky’s [Mel Brooks] main responsibility was the harrowing business of deactivating enemy land mines.
https://www.usace.army.mil/About/History/Historical-Vignettes/Sports-Entertainment/109-Mel-Brooks/
I guess after that, being dangled out of a window in the 18th floor by Sid Ceasar wasn’t that much of a thrill.
Three the Hard Way sure stands out, what with the Neo-Nazi dressed in red, white and blue, standing in front of that bronze eagle, while plotting to kill all of the US’s Black population.
This doco on cartoonist Ralph Steadman covers a lot of ground, from his creative techniques (watch out for his manipulation of Polaroid Instant Camera film) to his friendships and collaborations with Hunter Thompson and William Burroughs. Tons of archival footage. Some viewers may be ‘challenged’ by the producers’ editing… maniacally dropping in numerous screen footage willy-nilly as a way of mimicking Steadman’s semi-random application of inkblots to his art. What’s learned of along the way is Steadman’s virulent hatred for politicians and runaway capitalism.
Perhaps Netflix and other streaming services are sending young, twenty-first-century minds rafting down tributaries of their own. I would love to imagine an algorithm steering these minds from an interest in the latest Wes Anderson product to a curiosity about Peter Bogdanovich’s obscure, proto-Andersonian screwball delight They All Laughed and then on toward a taste for greater vistas, like Jean Renoir’s The Rules of the Game.
But speed of scrolling, algorithmic assistance, and instant access weren’t what my friends and I needed, even if we might’ve welcomed them as conveniences. We needed that long subway trip downtown. (We were the farthest stop west.) We needed the sobering disappointments and sporadic victories. We needed the longueurs that new technology seeks to close, as if abolishing boredom ever does anyone a favour. Mostly, we needed wind resistance. It took effort to cultivate our enthusiasms in a desert, but it’s clear now that we took the desert’s role for granted. Knowledge tends to stick when you’ve toiled for it.
Our ‘hunter-gatherer’ instincts were activated in Blockbuster Video.
Heh, good way to put it.
That whole piece is a good read.
there was a Bosom Buddies marathon on tv a few weeks back. so strange to think that Saint Hanks of Hollywood got his start with BB and Bachelor Party.