| ...the kicks, baby. |
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| written by wes2666 |
September 28, 2004 - 10:34 PM PDT |
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A youth-gone-wild double feature from the man who invented the gore film. Just for the Hell of It features a gang of hippy/anarchist/hedonist delinquents who are a terror to their suburb and to one particular square. The hoodlums run a well-diversified operation. Their mischief runs the gamut from food fights and the disruption of little league games all the way up to sexual assault and murder. It is neat to think that these bad kids are probably grandparents now.
Blast-off Girls is centered around a Svengali-like rock promoter (named Booji) who bends and shapes innocent garage bands into one-hit wonders. The film is curiously named after the group of interchangeable groupies that Booji uses to control his musicians as well as cops and politicians.
These films will be impossible to get through for some, but I find them interesting because they exist in an amoral universe where a day-glo sun shines down on garish polyester. They are unpredictable because they ignore, or are unaware of the basic rules of film narrative. The amateur actors don't play their roles consistently and therefore they don't telegraph their actions. You can be pretty sure you have spotted the hero when they will suddenly butcher someone senselessly or just wander out of the film. This is a technique that more skilled creators sometimes use deliberately (Orson Welles in Touch of Evil) but it is exciting even when it's a mistake.
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