02/04/15 Mad Max (1979)

The version I watched today was the one with the original audio, not the terrible dubbed version that made its way onto DVD and TV a few years back.

Still a fairly shit film in fairness. Good stunts though, which is probably the point of it more than fine acting.

Really surprised at how young (he was 23 at the time) Mel Gibson looked, before he turned into the racist walnut we all know today.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079501/
6.7/10

Super Mario and Brian May often argued. Normally about the usual things, work, money, the kids etc.

"I tell ya, man. Not sure I can take it any more. Lunatics on the road, the desert's almost lawless, theft, murder, gangs.. I dunno. Anyway, how was your day, Max?"

"How do I, a man who looks and dresses like Mr Bean, get so much sex?.."

"Formidable length."

"Gis' a go on yer bike, Mister"

"No"

"Why not"

"I'm running in a new clutch. And you're a dog."

"Racist."

Without doubt, the most heterosexual screencap in history.

"Yes bruv! Done the work myself. 5.7 litre V8. Twin carb, crossflow with nitrous. 0-60 in five seconds, quarter of a mile in less than eleven. Jump in, I'll take you for a spin."

Surprising to see Maisie with a shotgun. She normally preferred to use a blade.

Visit Australia, land of culture and refinement.

What a camp pose.

Perkin.

12/10/14 Two-Lane Blacktop (1971)

Nothing like the magazine called 'Black Top' I found as a teen back in the '80s.

Apparently the director of this film starved his cast of sleep in the hope that it would make their performances flat and ambiguous, allowing the viewer to interpret what little story and character development there is for themselves, the goal (supposedly) being that the audience would fill the void with the colours that reflected their own, everyone coming away with their own version of what the film meant.

Although this sounds like, and actually is, fairly pretentious twaddle, and sleep or not, some of the acting is piss-poor, it does kinda work.
You could equally view the film as a celebration of non-conformity and freedom, where every stop for a burger on the back roads of a vast nation offered new potential adventures, or you could see it as a story of true nothingness, no real beginning, end or message, the endless roads over an unyielding landscape highlighting how brief and unimportant our spark of appearance on the map of eternity truly is.

Or you could just argue that it's a load of old wank that drives right up it's own arse and stays there. All would be fairly valid opinions. Or anything in between.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067893/
8/10 or 1/10 or whatever.

"Fucking 'ell, Jeff. Don't drink the oil, you twat."

I wish cars still looked like this. Not yellow though, that's a shit colour.

In the early 1970s, everyone used to look at different things.

"Step on it, you fucking mincer."

"Grey, raining and cold. This ain't bad but I wan't something even more depressing"

"That's better!"

"What you driving these days, Clive?"

"Some fucking ponced-up shopping trolley."

"Yellow with a V8?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"You look like Matthew Corbett"

"Fuck off you fuzzy wank."

Perkin.