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It's disppointing Karen Black never got to talk about Trilogy Of Terrors.

And there are VERY FEW poorly made spaghetti westerns, so just hold those wise-cracks.

That's "Trilogy of Terror" not "Terrors" you cinematically-illiterate son of a bitch.

The book, "Easy Riders, Raging Bulls" is a good read and certainly makes you wish you were young with a fast mouth in late sixties/early seventies Hollywood. The money, the drugs and sex really were flowing like wine, an without any adult supervision. And the book did make me go out and revisit films I hadn't seen for decades like "The Last Detail", "Shampoo", "McCabe and Mrs Miller", "The Conversation", "The Last Picture Show" and "Get To Know Your Rabbit".

It's interesting how unhurried many of these films seem now compared to modern flicks. And, as the book points out, the combination of Robert Towne's lines delivered by Jack Nicholson is pure profane poetry sometimes. "I am the motherfucking Shore Patrol, you motherfucking motherfucker."

I don't know HOW Dennis Hopper would possibly remember the late 60's and early 70's. Probably stoned out of his crazy mind back then ! I saw an interview with him when he was talking about James Dean and the fillum "Giant" and he was smoking weed the whole time while enthusing about how to make it big in the movies. Great personality- not too sure about drugs though.

Who gets to fulfill the role of Tom the Cabin Boy? I hope it's not Margo Kidder.

I think I saw a spinoff of that "The Karate
Kid's Never Ending Journey" which featured an interview with Ralph Macchio,Molly Ringwald,
Ally Sheedy,Bobcat Goldthwaite et al talking
about highlights of 80s filmmaking.

Quade: I'm Catholic. Is it a sin to chant?
Jack: Did it get you laid?
Quade: No.
Jack: Then what the fuck do you want to chant for?

Jack: They really stuck it to ya, didn't they, kid! Stuck it in and broke it off. Right up your giggy with a wah-wah brush, stuck it in and broke it right off.

And Simon, what the hell you on about, pal?

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