tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post112328030725827026..comments2024-03-24T13:26:57.317-07:00Comments on Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule: EL GRITO DEL MUTILADO Roberta Findlay Refuses To Explain It All For YouDennis Cozzaliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01954848938471883431noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123712057641383532005-08-10T15:14:00.000-07:002005-08-10T15:14:00.000-07:00I am on the hunt for it :) I want to watch it toni...I am on the hunt for it :) I want to watch it tonight..... I called target and they have it on line but not in the stores I am going to call all the places that sell dvd's till I find it tonight :) your the bestMojavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07560029907723621747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123711688315012172005-08-10T15:08:00.000-07:002005-08-10T15:08:00.000-07:00Well, hey, that's a 1.000 batting average so far! ...Well, hey, that's a 1.000 batting average so far! I rented it long ago and far away-- on Beta, no less-- but my Betamax was on its last legs at the time and was unable to run through much more than about five minutes before the audio became just too muffled and inaudible to bear. <I>Flesh + Blood</I> actually has a pretty good reputation among cinephiles with a taste for excess (though I'm not sure I'm looking forward to all the rapes the movie allegedly has in store) and gets written up occasionally in film magazines with good reputations of their own. You can get it <A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000YEES0/qid=1123711107/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-4880432-5133553?v=glance&s=dvd" REL="nofollow">here</A> or probably just about anyplace else (Best Buy, but probably not Wal-Mart-- it's a little fleshy, but probably not too bloody, for that particular customer base), and at a damn reasonable price too. OKay, I'm bumping this movie up to the number-one slot on my Netflix queue. My <I>wife</I> has seen it, for cryin' out loud, but I haven't? That just ain't right... Glad I could ease that brain itch for you, Mojavi!Dennis Cozzaliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01954848938471883431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123709143203402142005-08-10T14:25:00.000-07:002005-08-10T14:25:00.000-07:00OMG you are seriously amazing! How did you do that...OMG you are seriously amazing! How did you do that? That is it, do you think I can buy it at a local store or do I have to order it???? you are my hero, I am stunned and awe stuck!Mojavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07560029907723621747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123708237943324882005-08-10T14:10:00.000-07:002005-08-10T14:10:00.000-07:00Okay, Mojavi, I think I have it. The movie you're ...Okay, Mojavi, I think I have it. The movie you're referring to is on my Netflix queue, and I'm only slightly embarrassed to say I've not yet seen it myself-- Paul Verhoeven's <I>Flesh + Blood</I> (1985), a real bodice (and intestinal tract) ripper starring Rutger Hauer and Jennifer Jason Leigh. Here are links to a <A HREF="http://movies2.nytimes.com/gst/movies/movie.html?v_id=17769" REL="nofollow"><I>New York Times</I></A> capsule review and a more detailed plot synopsis on <A HREF="http://www.dvdtalk.com/dvdsavant/s1119flesh.html" REL="nofollow">DVD Savant</A> that may prove helpful. I'm not 100% sure that I've got this right-- having not seen the movie myself, and not being able to find any references to root ingestion of any kind in either article-- but I'd be willing to put, say, a fiver down that this is the movie you're looking for. If it is, I'll bump it up on my Netflix queue and give you a holler when I finally get to it. I like this game! Got any other ones? Anybody?Dennis Cozzaliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01954848938471883431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123706116930217702005-08-10T13:35:00.000-07:002005-08-10T13:35:00.000-07:00awesome- ok now the warning is this is from my mem...awesome- ok now the warning is this is from my memory as a child....<BR/>ok it was a mid-evil movie, about kings and queens. In the start of the movie a young girl and a young boy eat from some root, that is suppose to bind them together for life, then some guy comes along and takes the girls castle hostage and apparently takes advantage of the young girl/princess and she apparently falls in love with him or something, but the guy who ate the root with her swears revenge etc.... in one scene the girl and the guy who took the castle hostage are in a tub together and I think the young girl looses her virginity or something.... that is all I remember... like I said good luck *wink*<BR/>I really hope you can figure out the movie. I have tried to forever because I remember watching it and it has driven me crazy over the years not knowing what movie it was. Sucks remembering a movie when you have no idea what that movie was!Mojavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07560029907723621747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123705398357947642005-08-10T13:23:00.000-07:002005-08-10T13:23:00.000-07:00You stopped reading after "mind-numbing shocker"? ...You stopped reading after "mind-numbing shocker"? Well, then you missed the best part, all about my back porch shelving project, and the hidden link to the story about how I accidentally learned to split the atom over the weekend while changing the batteries in Emma's Disney Princess karaoke machine. As any good Dodger fan knows, it never pays to leave early... (although these days I hear they're handing out 20s at the turnstiles to get "fans" to stay, so that old cliche may just have to be retired.)<BR/>Netflix and I have been in low gear this month too, but I have caught up with a couple that I've wanted to see ever since I was a pup: <I>La Grande Bouffe</I> and Costa-Gavras' <I>Z</I>. Turns out it was a good thing I missed 'em as a kid. They're both good movies that I would have been totally grossed out and/or bored by (<I>La Grande Bouffe</I>)or been inadequately prepared for on a sociopolitical/historical basis (<I>Z</I>) if I'd seen them in junior high/high school, when they came out. Also caught up with Robert Altman's <I>Kansas City</I>, which I was underwhelmed by. It has a wonderful, rich atmosphere and a terrific bunch of musicians playing great jazz throughout, and a listless story that is played out in two very strange performances by Miranda Richardson and Jennifer Jason Leigh. Right now we have Bresson's <I>Au Hasard Balthazar</I>, Almodovar's <I>Bad Education</I> and John Waters' <I>A Dirty Shame</I>, but I'm heading to Oregon for the weekend, so it might be a while before I'm able to spin any of those platters. I'll try to be a better Netflix friend and send you some other reccomendations on the site itself. How's the Big Sky?Dennis Cozzaliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01954848938471883431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123534188354331082005-08-08T13:49:00.000-07:002005-08-08T13:49:00.000-07:00Oh, sure! I'd love to give it a shot! Bring it on!...Oh, sure! I'd love to give it a shot! Bring it on!Dennis Cozzaliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01954848938471883431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123533555222601672005-08-08T13:39:00.000-07:002005-08-08T13:39:00.000-07:00hey I have a question for you...If I describe a mo...hey I have a question for you...<BR/>If I describe a movie I saw when I was youner and I am dying to watch it again do you think you would be able to figure out the naem of it?? just wondering...Mojavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07560029907723621747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8795280.post-1123455307604379522005-08-07T15:55:00.000-07:002005-08-07T15:55:00.000-07:00Unfortunately, my anecdote kind of requires audio ...Unfortunately, my anecdote kind of requires audio to be appreciated: The year was 1976. I was in line with two of my high school semi-braniac/nerd friends at the Bagdad Backstage Theater, which was a crummy little rat-hole of a theater which the venerable old Bagdad Theater in Portland had made out of part of the actual backstage area; it was like a miniscule screening room with a pitfully small screen (and, I later learned when I worked there, projection equipment so old you'd expect to see it on display in a museum), worn loveseats and broken-down chairs for the audience, and a weary, knowing attitude among all the staff. They generally showed offbeat or second-run (or offbeat second-run) films, often in weary, worn and faded prints--but we were waiting to see Roman Polanski's new film, "The Tenant," along with co-feature Roeg's "Don't Look Now." Anyway, we were all smirking at the pretentious film chat going on among those in line with us, something like what you hear in that scene in "Annie Hall," only much more dour and ironic (we were semi-braniac nerd kids, maybe, but we weren't too big on irony or world-weariness). There was one tall, skinny, threadbare-corduroy-wearing college guy in line behind us who was holding forth in a monotonous nasal tone about what was and wasn't valuable in films today, and though we weren't listening very closely (for all I know, he was making some valid points; I was after all only 17) out of the muddle of his monologue came a title, sonorously and nasally pronounced, as a seminal something-something important blah blah genre piece or some such: "Shriek of the Mutilated." Suffice to say it was funny at the time.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, "The Tenant" freaked me out really badly, and for some reason I'll never remember or understand, we left halfway through "Don't Look Now," and I've never seen either of them since--nor have I seen "Shriek of the Mutilated."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com