StSangue

Having seen this thing I have the desire to comment, but since I believe it was made only as a self indulgent vehicle to shock, anger, provoke, and create controversy, it's very difficult to comment without sinking to the level of the creator of this thing.

While watching it I felt two things: boredom and anger. Boredom because she shows us nothing we haven't seen before. If you want to see misogyny and Rocco's penis he's done dozens, possibly hundreds of better projects with much more interesting dialogue. I felt anger too. Yes, because I allowed myself to sink to her juvenile level for a few moments, but mostly because I was thinking, 'People are getting slaughtered in Sudan, they're drowning in the mud in Haiti. There's a world friggin AIDS epidemic. And this douche bag was given money to make this?'

What angered me even more was that I spent $9 to see it. I'm really as terrible as she is. I knew what I was going to see.

Great as far as porno goes, good lighting and considerate camera work. The girls are beautiful and the guys (for the most part) aren't completely revolting. Brooke Ashley is exceptionally stunning.

A big complaint though is the spit. Gobs and gobs of saliva seem to accumulate in every scene. It's a real turn off. Mr. Robert Black, should you ever read this, please note that drool isn't sexy.

There doesn't seem to be any life in this one. The gags are predictable. The characters are flat. One might actually call it boring. Despite these criticisms though, I'll say that this, like most of Freleng's work of this era, is visually gorgeous. The backgrounds are stunning and the animation is flawless. Had this toon had a better story and more inspired gags it would have been something great.

I got to see a handful of episodes one night in Northampton, Massachusetts. A friend of a friend was screening some 16 mm prints he had. I'm a huge fan of John Cassavetes. This series was a terrific showcase for his acting. He plays a jazz musician who sides as a P.I., surrounded by mobsters, hop heads, and femmes fatal. It's such a treat. If you should ever have an opportunity to catch the show I think you'll be glad you did.

I saw this gem years ago and my recollection of it is not great. I do, however, remember it as a wonderfully campy mellodrama, set in Hollywood, concerning a would-be actress who seduces a high-school student, bringing him into her dark and sleazy underworld.

The opening scene is quite memorable. A tour bus is stopped at an intersection, the female lead crosses the street, a tourist asks excitedly, "Is she a star?" The tour guide replies, "NO, she's a nobody." Great, isn't it?

You would think that a movie with Leon Redbone, Tom Waits, Dr. John, and David Johannsen is going to be one of the best films you've ever seen, right? God, how I looked forward to this. When I finally got to see it, it was like I got kicked in the guts.

Boring, moody, contrived, over stylized, and PRETENTIOUS. The main character is a total dick! There's nothing nice or cool here. It made me want to brush my teeth! Why Leon Redbone, Tom Waits, Dr. John, and David Johannsen allowed themselves to appear in this dog is beyond me.

You know what? Go buy the Johnny Winter album "Third Degree." There are some cool duets between Johnny and Dr. John. If you're a fan of the genre you'll love it, I promise. If you love that album you'll hate this movie.

Now I remember what the 'indie' filmmakers were ripping off before Pulp Fiction. It was David Lynch, right?

I hunted this thing down to see Kyle Secor. What a waste of a perfectly good Bayliss. It was so painful to watch him, sort of like when someone you love is horribly sick and there's nothing you can do.

Nearly every cliche in the book: the desert, the psycho, the quirky mob boss, the biker, Tracy Walker (who fortunately was only in one scene, but I kept expecting him to reappear and say something strange and profound like "If a man wants to know where he's going, he's got to look at where he's been," or some contrived garbage like that). I have a theory as to why so many indies are short on location in the desert. I think it's because they can save money on lighting.

If you like to be in pain, find this movie and give it a viewing. If you're a fan of Kyle Secor, watch reruns of Homicide on Court TV. If you want a good, quirky road thriller, check out Wild At Heart.

There is a reason that no one has heard of Delusion! My god, what a waste of a good title.

This is the epitome of great comic satire. No one is safe when they try to conquer Bugs, not even the French.

Ever the victim of species-ism, Bugs is caught between two rival French chefs. But the tables are turned in the end when Bugs turns them both into rabbits and serves up a tasty dish of revenge.

Even fifty years later this short holds up as a terrific commentary on life in America. Here's Yosimite Sam, running for mayor on a platform that promises to exterminate rabbits. "Two rabbits in every pot." Bugs hears this and needs to run against him to save his own skin.

Sound familiar?