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Hey don't go knocking blue thunder. That helicopter had a whisper mode button that switched the sound of the rotors off. Magic!

As for boppy pastiche sixties films, I couldn't agree more. Absolute bollockfests. Harry Enfield did a smashing spoof called "Poppet on a Swing" in a sketch that hit the mark. At least Terence Stamp escaped into Superman films.

Magic, indeed, Flutey. I loved the way it hovered outside the building recording a conversation of hoodlums with it's infra-red doodickey thingumma-whatsit. I always wanted one. I certainly wouldn't have left it on the railway line.

Harry Enfield does some very funny stuff. I haven't seen the sketch you mention, but I'll certainly keep an eye out for it. He was the only reason for watching Men Behaving Badly. When Bob The Builder joined that was the end for me. If I ever met Neil Morrisey in a street, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to walk up to the moany, woany, whiney "why doesn't she love me" wuss, and punch him in the mouth. And what sort of dickhead is called Tony, anyway?!? I hate that show!

Apologies for the interruption, but I just can't bear to see a David Hemmings-related thread without mention of his eyebrows.

What were those things like?
Great big whoppers.

Whoppers indeed, Errol. Did you see him in Gladiator? I thought his 'brows were going to scamper off his face like startled caterpillars. And in The Mean Machine I just thought he was about to die. His eyebrows were probably the only thing keeping him alive.

That's right, they weren't just for show- as well as providing their host sustenance, they were useful in characterisations: parted on the right- Prison Governor; brushed forwards- Roman Emperor.
Plus they provided shelter on rainy days and shade in Summer (although strong winds were a concern).

In all winds he had to glue them down.

The big question, though: Didn't he realise they looked absurd?

To bit a bit of the great Paul J Keating into your blog,

"But I will never get to the stage of wanting to lead the nation standing in front of the mirror each morning clipping the eyebrows here and clipping the eyebrows there with Janette and the kids: It's like 'Spot the eyebrows'."

I'm glad Johnny did get it done though, Flutey. Whatever you think of him (you needn't answer that bit) I'm glad he trimmed the buggers. You can't have a PM with insects perched permanently on his face. Absurd.

By the way: big tick for "bollocksfest". Excellent. Very good.

Another tick to howard for getting his row of old gravestone teeth looked at too.

Very good point. Those tiny tombstones were very disconcerting. I can never even look at people if they have snaggled fangs. I also automatically assume they eat with their mouth open. My second pettest hate.

Eyebrows used to be no impediment to a political current. In the Uk in the late seventies the treasurer was a bloke called Dennis Healey. third picture down and picture him without glasses. Monstrous.

Blue Thunder also had a natty boom microphone that when used in conjunction with whisper mode could hear conversations through concrete. What were you saying a while ago about gadgets that do stuff they shouldn't?

Holy hell! That's nearly as bad as Melvyn's yellow jacket and blue-yellow shirt combo. I don't know which is worse.

Not sure that mike was an everyday thing, Flutey. You know, like the wheelchair and the engine. It was a specific ficticious device. I can usually handle that kind of shit. In fact! I want one!

a specific ficticious device?

You already have one. It's called a blog.

btw Blow Up was on at the Astor recently. After reading various comments about this film around the place, I was tempted to go. Maybe next time round on the calendar.

Whaddaya mean this blog's a "specific ficticious device"? Everthing here is solid gold or my name is not AG.Blog!

Blow Up at The Astor. A tedious fillum on uncomfortable seats. Sounds grate!

That's Un Victorian.

and Un Art Deco.

It's Pro Comfortian.

I rest my ... case.

Hmmm ... I'll have to think about that one.

I've got comfort going with rest. How am I doing so far?

Watchit. It's International Women's Day. Carry on.

Now there's a coincidence. I was just looking at a picture of some suffrage lady at Troppo. In the spirit of IWD, The Bat In The Hat I'll call her.

And then at Hungbunny's I made a comment about pornography. Don't look at it, by the way.

With all this joyous celebration of International Day Of Chicks, I though it necessary to rein in some of the enthusiasm. Moderation, you understand; it's a virtue.

I'm a bit less tolerant. Time travel - no problem, using a standard RJ-45 cat 5 cable to connect a laptop to an alien spaceship to upload a virus (indepenance day) - too many problems to jot down.

Time travel DEFINITELY works for me. As do silver foil spaceships in Dr Who. And banana-skin powered cars in Back To The Future. Even Daleks somehow getting up stairs (although we never see it) is OK.

But in The Beachcombers I once saw two kids stuck in a fridge bust a lightglobe and use the element to heat up water. Ludicrous AND absurd!

Inneresin'. I recently watched both Spinal Tap and Blow Up within a month of eachother for the first time in yonks (catching up on DVD frenzy).

Spinal Tap is still a comedic masterpicece whereas Blow Up has dated rather a lot. It's still got a haunting look and feel about it (Blow Up that is) but I reckon the body in the park was the scriptwriter, dead of ennui on the first day of shooting. The best things about it are that great Cheyne Walk flat where the pot party happened and Jimmy Page's smirk as Beck went spacca. In that few seconds of screen time, you could see how Led Zeppelin was gonna leave the Jeff Beck Group in the dust, a point that needless to say, went right over (or under) Antonelli's head.

And of course Tufnell is Beck. Doh! The only difference is Beck would have found ST funny and Nigel would have thought it a real documentary. Which reminds me, tis being International Womens Day and all, I must pick up "Blow by Blow" on CD. Beck does a beautiful instrumental version of the Beatles' "She's A Women" on it. Some very sensitive yet still phallic guitarwork there.

And Oi! McDowell was perfect for "A Clockwork Orange." Probably too perfect, souring him, and us, for any other roles. I can see here how "Royal Flash" woud have put you off the Flashman books (tho' Ollie Reed WAS the young Bismarck). But try and make the effort anyway. I think what Frazer pulled off with the series is one of the most entertaining and sustained comic narratives in English literature - and every now and then the books get serious about men and war when you least expect it. Beats the shit out of Clancy or Courtney anyway for making a few hours in a pressurised metal tube fly by.

My cousin used to live next to Cheyne Walk. Talk about THE coolest area.

Naturally the script is pants, but the one this that really sticks out is how badly Antonioni directs crowd scenes. They're embarrassing. Nearly everyone is looking in the wrong direction or they're trying not to look at the camera. It's as if he's tried tried to do A Hard Day's Night but totally got the feel wrong. Not sure he could work out if he wanted a comedy, a murder mystery, a doco or a trend piece. Were I to be charitable, I'd say it's an interesting balls-up.

No doubt I'll eventually get into Flashman, but up to now, I just haven't. More fool me really. And I didn't like ACO, despite Warren Clarke being in it.

"Kowalski is guided by Supersoul - a blind DJ with a police radio scanner" Kewel!

Wouldn't it be great to have a a blind DJ with a police radio scanner to talk to on your CB each day while your stuck in traffic on the way to work. "Breaker Supersoul, how's the Maize Hill exit ramp to the Great Western looking 10/4 good buddy", "No exit there ma man. There's a red light haze and the fuzz is un-for-given!10/4"

The most interesting thing about Super Soul is that he became the sherrif in Blazing Saddles and was thus afforded ANOTHER chance to revel in the Authentic Frontier Jibberish he first showcased in Vanishing Point.

I think that's how Aussie FM traffic callers talk, Pat. Well, try to talk, anyway. It sounds absurd. Bunch of morons.

I saw Vanishing Point for the first time just a couple of weeks ago. Liked it rather a lot. The fact that I was knocking back Smirnoff blacks all the way through the screening may or may not have had an effect on my judgement, but I suspect not.

I kind of liked Caligula as well. Got the full-length (fnarr!) version on DVD. An interesting film. As for Blow-Up, well, it was an Antonioni film... with everything that description entails.

I thought Spinal Tap were based on several bands?

And we do indeed see the Daleks levitate up stairs in the last Dalek story. It made a real "holy shit" cliffhanger to the first episode.

And I'll take hungbunny's advice on square sausage and tell all my Jewish friends about it.

Whew. I go now.

Boozed up to the gills would definitely be the way to see it, James.

Caligula the film is OK, but McDowell needs stomping.

Spinal Tap probably were based on several bands, but for me their music scenes, the blues, the flower pop, the thumpers, etc were all very Status. Probably some Black Sabbath thrown in for good measure. The interviews could have been anyone and everyone, though. And as Nabs mention Jeff Beck IS Tufnell, and as he rightly points out, Beck would have loved it. He was even in a show with Spinal Tap.

How did the Daleks go getting up grid-mesh stairs?

Hungbunny = King Of Anal Research. But even he know: "You can't put a square pig in a round hole".

Boom. Tish.

wooohooo I found you again! Dang have I missed reading you every day!

But I didn't go anywhere; I've been here all the time.

Watching Peter Bowles, of Rumpole and To The Manor Born fame, getting stoned to the eyeballs and talking absolute nonsense in the pot party is memorable and The Yardbirds bit gets top billing in my opinion in the "bands performing in films" list. The shots of London in the late 60's is also good to look at. Apart from that the film is definately a bit of a meandering bore.

A bands performing in films list could be a worthwhile blog. Delaney and Bonnie in Vanishing Point (dare I say), Moby Grape in the Sweet Ride, Big Brother and the Holding Company in Petulia etc......

Peter Bowles as a sexy lothario in Rumpole always made me feel queasy, too. Did he EVER play a good bloke?

I don't think there have been too many bands pull of good performances in film. Take The French Connection. There was some soul band playing in the background in a club, but Friedkin can't make up his mind whether to focus on the musicians or the actors, in this case Gene Hackman. Hackman LOOKED like an actor acting the music lover. In the end it takes away from both. At least in Blow Up, MA focussed primarily on The Yardbirds and focussed away from his embarrassing crowd action.

There were a lot of bands who played in clubs in films of the eighties, but most of hem were those lamentable, big hair, soft-cock wannabe rockers. One of the few to do it OK were The Circle Jerks in Repo man, but once again, Alex Cox didn't do his crowd action very well. And just like in the others, the main actor, in this case Emilio Estevez, seemed as though he didn't know where to look and didn't really fit in as a moshing punk.

The Vandals were OK in Dudes, too.

Fucking beachcombers, that's a blast from the past! For other electrical bollickery note MacGuyer where a bloke had a heart attack so McG connected two silver candlesticks to the mains with some flex and bingo - instant defibrulator!

You know, Flutey, I don't think I've ever seen McGuyver.

But I've seen the same effect in a show loved by all; The A-Team. They build nuclear weapons out of a box of matches, two potatoes and a vacuum cleaner.

Pure genius.

On The Beachcombers: I saw Relic on The X-Files, once. But I don't think I ever saw another of them in any other show. Nick died recently, too.

Never heard of Dudes but looking it up it sounds interesting. A good one from the 80's is Something Wild, it had a great 80's band called The Feelies playing at a US School Reunion type thing. One of the songs was a version of David Bowie's Fame. Not a bad movie either.

Not a big fan of Something Wild.

But Dudes is like a cross between a spaghetti western and an 80's rebel teen flick. It's not the best movie ever by a long way, but when I saw it I enjoyed it.

By the way, Rich, Petulia is on Fox 31 at the moment.

Right - good afternoon movie viewing. If watching, when Petulia gets carted off to hospital in an ambulance, Jerry Garcia and a few of the Grateful Dead are onlookers.

They probably thought they were in Head.

And Head is a scary place to be...

I'd like to meet Tim Carey, though.

I also saw 'Vanishing Point' recently and was surprised to have not seen it before- it's a feast for the eyes. It seems to epitomise a new kind of anti-hero in the shape of the ordinary looking Barry Newman (who i think did his best wotk playing a lawyer on TV). It's a fillum that you must'nt on any account try to UNDERSTAND, just absorb his visual journey and it's sweeping grandeur, i reckon it's a kind of sub 'Easy Rider' swapping a supercharged corvette for bikes.

The Kowalski character is explained in flashbacks, drawing the viewer in slowly as to what makes him tick. I'd love to know who featured musically on the track, there are some superb rock tracks. The version i saw lacked the scene with Charlotte Rampling playing a Hitchiker, don't know if i've missed much there. And Cleavon Little looks a lot unlike Stevie Wonder !!!

ps. Was Nigel Tufnell a left arm spinner ?

Easy Rider is rubbish, too. Great period piece and all that. You know, with all the social implications etc, blah, blah, blah. Great music, too.

But a pox fillum.

Harry Dean Stanton was a better hitch-hiker in Two Lane Blacktop. And while having some faults, it's a better fillum than both Easy Rider and Vanishing Point.

Harry Dean Stanton is one of the more interesting character actors of recent times , love his work.

Harry Dean is a gun. A fiend of mine called his son Harry Dean. Good choice, I said.

He's been in many, many great fillums and I've seen his band play, too. Top night, that.

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