Showing posts with label vigilante. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vigilante. Show all posts

Sunday, July 28, 2024

(Street) Punk Is Dead

Jimmy Page - A Shadow in the City
Death Wish II (OST), 1982
 

Other than Death Wish II (1982) being your host's favourite film in the series, it also boasts a great soundtrack. All the more impressive is it's produced by Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page. Blasphemy to many, but the Death Wish II soundtrack is the only music that's related to Led Zeppelin that I can listen to without Rap making it palatable.

A Shadow in the City is the best track off the soundtrack - and defines an outsider's impression on the sound of Los Angeles via film. Mean and moody from the offset, blessed with nasty synth stings, eerie cries and a bubbling noise that I can only imagine is the pent up anger rising out of Paul Kersey's soul. Simply put: it perfectly compliments Charles Bronson's vigilante prowling the cold, urban streets of Los Angeles as its Angel of Death.

Michel Colombier - John and Betty's Theme
Deep Cover (OST), 1992

Elements of A Shadow in the City are noticeable on Michel Colombier's track John and Betty's Theme off the Deep Cover soundtrack. What I love the most about this instrumental is how it samples Page's recognisable two notes and uses it as the skeleton to a late night, minimalist track for hustlers and love makers.

The connection between the two films isn't just applicable to just these two tracks, however. Both films featured Lawrence Fishburne (previously credited as Larry Fishburne back then).

While not a leading role like his undercover cop in Deep Cover, Fishburne would play Cutter, a member of Nirvana's gang; memorable for his futuristic-looking visors. Cutter would meet his demise in a shootout and idiotically shielding himself with a boombox.

Even further down the rabbit hole, Fishburne's co-star in Deep Cover was Jeff Goldblum, who also played a nasty street punk in the first Death Wish (1974) film.

Does anyone else remember the hoax of Jeff Goldblum's death in 2009? I definitely recall it, but I also remember the bizarre use of a Goldblum scene from Death Wish as part of the news story. Of all the Jeff Goldblum film clips to use, and the one selected is where he's a horrible scumbag. Barely anyone knows he was in it, either. Sadly, I can't find the news report which contained the Goldblum's Death Wish scenes online, after all these years.

Monday, June 24, 2024

The Moment I Feared: Part 9

Watching a bootleg copy back in the day of James Glickenhaus's classic vigilante thriller The Exterminator (1980) at a mate's house might have been the first X rated film for your host. Didn't get to see the whole film the first time as my friend's older sister turned off the VHS player so she could watch Little House on the Prairie (1974 - 1983) on TV — the Philistine! It was too late, The Exterminator poured enough nightmare fuel into my mental tank to leave a fearful impression for decades.

The pre-credits PoW camp sequence featuring a gruesome decapitation was frightening enough, but it was mafioso boss Gino Pontivini being lowered into an industrial meat grinder and ending up as potential spag bol that brought pure terror to a young Sparty. The screams are still haunting.

It was also the sequence where Robert Ginty uttered the line "If you're lying, I'll be back!". Heads like myself have often pondered whether Arnold Schwarzenegger's famous quote might have been lifted from The Exterminator. The infamous line would also appear as text on some of the film's promotional posters. What is an absolute certainty is Robert Ginty never looked anywhere near like the Mad Max style biker on the posters. Regardless, The Exterminator will always be a B-movie classic and deserves its spot in the vigilante movie hall of fame

Saturday, November 25, 2023

An Artist for Jennifer

How uncanny is it that three of the Dirty New Yorker films which featured on my physical media wish list earlier this year have now become a reality? For the unaware those are: After Hours, Blood Sucking Freaks and now A Gun for Jennifer. I was doubly prophetic by also naming Vinegar Syndrome as the film's licensed distributor. Neglected genre classic! Prestigious restoration label of forgotten cinema! A match made in heaven.

Don’t mean to sound a snob, like the late art critic Brian Sewell, but why does this release have such unsuitable and lacklustre artwork? It really doesn’t fit the dark and gritty nature of the film, neither does it look on par with the rest of the top notch package art from Vinegar Syndrome’s releases.

Vinegar Syndrome's A Gun for Jennifer front cover and reverse cover artwork. Gutted!

Beggars can't be choosers, I'm still coppin’ it; the picture quality for the new trailer alone looks better than my old German DVD of the film. Considering how many years I've been praying for a high definition release of this, it would be a bit rich avoiding this just for its disappointing new art.

In hindsight, considering the newly commissioned comic book style artwork, I ought to have also wished for an illustrator who would have been a far worthier candidate; like the legendary master of graphic sex and violence, Tim Vigil. Alternatively, I wouldn’t have minded the O.G. art from the nineties; evoking the omnipresent popularity of the erotic thriller from that era:

Original artwork for A Gun for Jennifer from 1997.

Thursday, September 28, 2023

The Sisters of No Mercy

A Gun for Jennifer (Todd Morris, 1997)

Travel back in time with me to the mid-nineties, where lads mags reigned supreme and feminist pop anthems were tailor made to gullible young girls by corporate fat cats, but for fellow psychotronik film heads, they might have chanced upon the mere whisper of A Gun for Jennifer (1997). Part of the New York underground film scene, Morris' film is a grimy faux-grindhouse actioner that harkens back to Abel Ferrara's early films and Jim Van Bebber's Deadbeat at Dawn (1988). A Gun for Jennifer is a punk, feminist fantasy that's far removed from the attractive doll squads you might find in a Ted V. Mikels or Roger Corman production. What we have here are the spiritual daughters of I Spit on Your Grave's dick-severing protagonist, Jennifer Hills. A Gun for Jennifer is a mean and scuzzy film that embodies the dirty New York grunge from the seventies and early eighties.

Co-written by its titular lead, Deborah Twiss, who you might recognise as the hot for teacher Mrs. Zane from Kick-Ass (2010), she managed to include her personal experiences when she worked as a dancer in a strip bar into the film. Additionally, these were followed up with her personal fantasies of beating up unruly and way too handsy patrons. One scene in particular creatively shows where to put a pool cue where it doesn't belong. Based on interviews by Twiss, much of the screenplay was written by her, other than the cop scenes which were penned by Morris. The end result is a staggeringly violent vigilante film.

Abused runaway housewife Alison (Deborah Twiss) comes to the big city of dreams and finds out everything in New York ain't always what it seems when she's assaulted by a couple of low lifes intent on raping her.  She's saved by a vigilante squad of women led by their misandrist and psychopathic leader Jesse (Freida Hoops). She's forced to pull the trigger on one of her muggers and become part of the murderous crew, otherwise it's a similar fate for her. Thus, Alison adopts the name Jennifer as her new reborn incarnation and adjusts to life working as a strip bar waitress in The Widows' Den. Her extra curricular activities involve going to punk gigs where a top less band singer pulls out a prosthetic dick from her pants that she mutilates with a knife, and constantly being caught in the crossfire of her gal pals' escalating shooting sprees. The finale involves an ultra bloody shootout with some big time Jeffrey Epstein type villain and his heavies.

Revisiting this film in a post #MeToo world has brought about two interesting observations I hadn't noticed before: A Gun for Jennifer goes against the popular belief held by various prominent film critics that the vigilante subgenre is tailored towards a right wing audience; also, how crazy is it that a crude and thoroughly cartoonish indie film from the nineties contains a better grasp of female character writing than the indestructable Disney princesses who undeservedly reign today?

Despite its notoriety, A Gun for Jennifer is a relatively obscure film, but it seems like the movie gods have smiled upon your host's wish list with another accurate prediction as Deborah Twiss spilt the beans over a forthcoming release from Vinegar Syndrome (although, she was wrong about the July release date, sadly). Either way, it's more a gift than a curse, as it's one of those really sought after films that I'm thankful I still own on DVD. Cue a massive influx of horrendous attention seeking reviews by social media narcissists when the eventual rerelease does occur, however. 

A Gun for Jennifer (Trailer)
Todd Morris, 1997

A Gun for Jennifer is very much a rough diamond, but essential viewing for anyone that might be interested in nineties indie film and bloody violent cinema.

Friday, July 8, 2022

This is Our Waterloo, Baby!

Vigilante (Opening Monologue)
(William Lustig, 1982)


According to Prime Video, Night Vision (1997) was listed as a recommendation for me. Googled it and assessed a film starring Fred Williamson, Cynthia Rothrock and Bushwick Bill was more than worthy of my time. Sadly, it was anything but great and left me feeling the need to erase the sight of a drunk Williamson in his Y-fronts from my memory. Now is a good time than any other to gush over William Lustig's film, Vigilante (1982). While Michael Winner's infamous Death Wish (1974) arguably set the precedent of common folk taking the law into their own hands, the wave of vigilante thrillers really reached its apex in the early eighties with films like The Exterminator (1980), Death Wish II (1982) and Sudden Impact (1983).

Fred Williamson's opening monologue is a classic stand-out scene in the vigilante subgenre. It also happens to be the film where I first discovered the cigar chompin' actor; way before his blaxploitation and Italian sci-fi films. That might explain my nostalgic bias for Vigilante over many of his other films. Even though he plays a supporting role to Robert Forster's everyman lead, that incredible monologue speaks volumes and still feels very poignant today. The rest of the film is equally on par with its classic intro and comes more credibly recommended from me than any internet based algorithm.

Really kicking myself for forgeting Jay Chattaway's Vigilante score in my faves Electronic Soundtracks list.

Thursday, February 3, 2022

Juvenile Hell: Part 2

Class of 1984 (Mark L. Lester, 1982)

The future is here. A generational leap from the previous entry as Mark L. Lester realises an eerily prophetic vision of high school life through the eyes of music teacher Mr. Andrew Norris (Perry King). Set two years in the future, our film's protagonist receives a series of lessons in the school of hard knocks. He's transplanted from his idealistic and optimistic perspective into a run-down, graffiti-ridden education centre where CCTV, security guards and walk through metal detectors are the norm. Far fetched predictions in high school life which eventually came true. It doesn't take long when Norris falls afoul of Lincoln High's kingpin of crime Stegman (Tim Van Patten) and his gang of vicious punks, as he is taken to absolute hell by them. 

Having a film revolve around the teacher as its main protagonist gives it a necessary perspective, as they sensibley serve as an avatar of reason and maturity, which is completely contrasted by the level of chaos represented by Stegman and his  punk thugs. Coming across as a mix of High School Confidential (1958) and Death Wish (1974), Lester's film kills two birds with one stone, as it fulfils both criterias of a juvenile delinquency movie and an all out revenge film. The finished result is a film that both flirts the realms of exploitation and serious drama. 

As far as villains go, Stegman is the psychopathic son Krug Stillo always wanted, that Junior could never be. A school bully who makes Norman "Gripper" Stebson look like Lucy Van Pelt. There are a bunch of reasons why Tim Van Patten's character is so enthralling to watch: on one hand, you've got to admire any young entrepreneurial whipper snapper runnin' a criminal empire from a grotty rundown hovel, with punks lining up to see him like he was Vito Corleone; the scene where he's on the old joanna playing like Richard Clayderman, revealing his hidden gift (incidentally, that's an original Van Patten joint), is no recompense for his foul rap sheet; and, it just might be that he's a Nelson Muntz turned up to eleven that makes him such as a memorable manifestation of fear for older generations.

Not all the youts are bad seeds, however: there's Arthur, played by a podgy Michael J. Fox, in one of his earliest film roles; and that clarinet girl who looks like that Elliot Page geezer. They represent the handful of fresh-faced do-gooders, who made the mistake of enrolling at Lincoln High. It's not easy for them either, since shankings seem pretty common. It gets to the point that both the faculty and pupils are surprisingly nonchalant after Arthur got stabbed in the cafeteria riot.

Veteran of The Planet of the Apes franchise Roddy McDowell was cast as deflated science teacher Terry Corrigan, and wound up delivering a stellar performance. The scene where he walks into his science classroom where his beloved lab pets are gruesomely slaughtered is truly heartbreaking. Matter of fact, those were real dead animals from a morgue used for that nightmarish scene; not fake props like one would assume these days. According to a behind the scenes interview with a crew member, the smell was completely unbearable, which no doubt helped with McDowell's horror and disgust. Really tragic stuff seeng a character sink to such a depressing low that he resorts to pulling a handgun on his class in order to get the kids learning. Surprisingly, it seems to work. Who would have known that having a gun aimed at your face would be incentive enough to have the cogs in your brain turning and firing correct answers like Mark Labbett from The Chase? Apparently, writer and director Tom Holland remembered McDowell's performance in this film when his first choice as Peter Vincent for Fright Night (1985), Vincent Price had turned down the role. Winner!

Ultimately, the film is very much focused on confronting the viewer with an increasingly opposing force, before the line can finally be drawn and it's time to push back. Corrigan and Norris are two idealistists who thought they could pass on their knowledge to the next generation, little realising those irredeemable punk kids are the progenitors that would be running rampant in Mad Max's world. They both play a game with loaded dice, since the law and justice are driven here on two very seperate lanes, which leads to both teachers reach a breaking point: Corrigan, with the murder of his beloved pets; Norris, with the gang rape and abduction of his wife. One fails by going insane, while the other fights back for his and wife's very survival.

Lester's filmography is very patchy, much of his resumé consists of him producing some straight-to-video shite, although as a director he has delivered some legitimate gems: his underrated take on Bonnie & Clyde  Bobbie Jo and the Outlaw (1976) (Lynda Carter !!!!), Armed and Dangerous (1986) and Showdown in Little Tokyo (1990) are notable highlights. His biggest film however would undoubtedly be the Arnold Schwarzenegger vehicle Commando (1985)- a film with enough testoterone to fuel the eighties action movie scene alone. Lester would go on to helm a non-direct sequel to Class of 1984 with The Terminator inspired Class of 1999 (1990). Nowhere in the same league as its predecessor, but it's entertainingly trashy fun. Pam Grier as a homicidal android teacher is worth your time, if you ask me. However, it doesn't have a villain as good as Peter Stegman, nor does it offer a satisfying build-up and conclusion like its predecessor. Class of 1984 is a great example of the juvenile hell that this blogger loves to death. A cult classic.