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Jubilee (1977)
The title of Darek Jarman's Jubilee was
inspired by the silver Jubilee of Elizabeth II's reign in 1977,
when England seemed to be in its death throes, its industry
threatened by economic collapse, and its youth choked with punk
disaffection. Jarman wondered what the first Elizabeth might have
thought of the reign of her namesake, so the idea behind the film
was that Elizabeth 1 would summon her court magicians in 1577 in
order to look at the disappointing state of her glorious land in
the reign of her namesake, exactly 400 years thenceforth.
The England she is shown by "Ariel," her
fairy/angel/magician, is a creepy one dominated by a violent girl
gang living in a anarchic urban wasteland in which everything
seems to be owned by a media mogul named Ginz. Buckingham Palace
has been transformed into a recording studio and Westminster
Cathedral into a theme nightclub featuring gay go-go dancers and
semi-obscene performances by Christ and the Twelve. Meanwhile, all
Jews, blacks, and homosexuals have been banned from Dorset so that
Ginz and his rich pals can enjoy the tranquility of the
countryside without being bothered by any pesky minority types.
I guess.
Maybe.
I think Liz Uno also time-travels to the
reign of Liz Dos. Or maybe the same actress just plays two
completely different parts. Or maybe the whole thing is just a
dream. Beats me.
Frankly, the execution isn't as good as
the premise, and the whole thing is hard to follow because the
dialogue is soporific, the plotting is so unfocused as to be
incoherent, and the acting is ... um ... expressionistic. Jubilee
plays out like one of those underground films from the sixties. In
the sections where you are not confused, you'll probably find
yourself nodding off to sleep. If you do manage to watch the
entire thing without your mind drifting, and you think you can
write a better plot summary, please feel free.
I hesitate to call this the gayest film
ever made because Derek Jarman has made many others. He made a
version of The Tempest, for example, that ends in a formal
cotillion in which all the dancers are modern-day English sailors.
(No girls allowed in our clubhouse!) That film is so gay it makes
the lifetime output of The Village People seem like a Lee Marvin
film festival, but Jubilee actually gives The Tempest a run for
the money. I don't think I have to tell you much that you can't
already imagine about Ariel, but my favorite performance was
delivered by an actor named The Incredible Orlando, and he
certainly lives up to his name as the media mogul,
delivering an incredibly flamboyant performance that would be
considered broad at an F-Troop reunion. I'm not sure what the
all-time record is for the greatest quantity of over-the-top
diabolical laughter from one guy in one movie, but this guy has to
be a contender.
Muah-ha-ha-ha.
Designer Vivienne Westwood despised the movie and said it was
an excise for Jarman to be "a gay boy jerking off through the
titillation of his masochistic tremblings."
Which was true ...
... not that there's anything wrong with that
... as long as the gay boy in question
includes plenty of female nudity to get us other guys through
it.
NOTE: I didn't do any collages from this
film because
Tuna has already covered it in depth. Check out his
captures in the back issue for March 31, 2005.
I did, however, do plenty of film clips,
and here they are.
- Jenny Runacre sits around stark naked except for a crown
while Nell Campbell is in the sack with a man. The women
then team up to suffocate the man to death. (Zipped .wmv)
- Jenny Runacre's breast is visible as she sits in the
audience for a punk performance, and has a conversation with
the worst actor in history. (Zipped .wmv)
- Jenny Runacre removes her shirt. (Zipped .wmv)
- Nell Campbell strips off her clothing in good light,
then heads to bed for a dark sex scene. (Zipped .wmv)
- Linda Spurrier finds herself between two guys in bed.
She gets up from the bed and shows all. (Zipped .wmv)
- Some unknowns are dancing topless. Meh. (Zipped
.wmv)
Third Party Videos
Today's feature is the immortal cinema classic, Amazons, which
one IMDb reviewer described as an R-rated version of Xena, Warrior
Princess, and Scott Weinberg described as "Boobs, Bad Acting and
Cardboard Swords."
Although, to present the case fairly, I'm pretty sure Weinberg
felt that those were BAD things.
In other words, it's basically from the Jim Wynorski school of
1980s film, except without the ever-sure guiding hand of the ol'
master himself. The director of this one was an Argentinian named
Alejandro Sessa, and the directorial credits of the late Señor
Sessa need no additional comments to stand as a tribute to his
lifetime of achievements:
- (3.98) -
Amazons (1986)
- (2.62) -
Stormquest (1987)
Wynorski himself would be proud.
OTHER CRAP:
Country singer Sara Evans
quits 'Dancing With the Stars' to deal with
divorce from abusive, hard-drinkin', porn-collectin'
layabout
- How can she divorce
him? That kind of inspiration can't be
replaced. That guy is a country songwriter's
dream! I'll bet he has an ol' hound dog and a
pick-up truck with a shotgun rack and a
Confederate flag license plate holder.
What more can ya say about
the damned Tigers except "This is their year"?
Fake Facts: The Most
Popular Myths in Science
Colbert waxes eloquent
about North Korea.
Colbert gets $2 - his first
congratulations on his one year anniversary.
Jon Stewart talks to an
expert in the history of dirty politics, Part 1
...
Part 2
Daily Show:
President Bush asks himself
the tough questions.
The Daily Show looks at the
President's press conference.
The Daily Show's crotchety
old Lewis Black chases some kids off his lawn.
The Daily Show: does the
president really listen to his generals?
Satellite image of Korea at
night. North
Korea may have the bomb, but they're a tad shy
in the lightbulb department.
A script reviews of The
Inferno
"Euro Disney Orgy Caught On
Tape" (This is
not from a satire site. It is an article in the
Washington Post, and that is the actual
headline.)
Eight clips from Flags of
Our Fathers,
Clint Eastwood's Iwo Jima movie.
A clip from The Prestige,
a mysterious story of two magicians whose
intense rivalry leads them on a life-long battle
for supremacy full of obsession, deceit and
jealousy with dangerous and deadly consequences.
The trailer and more for
Del Toro's new fantasy, Pan's Labyrinth
- "'Pan's Labyrinth' is
a fanciful and chilling story set against the
backdrop of a fascist regime in 1944 rural
Spain. The film centers on Ofelia, a lonely
and dreamy child living with her mother and
adoptive father; a military officer tasked
with ridding the area of rebels. In her
loneliness, Ofelia creates a world filled with
fantastical creatures and secret destinies.
With post-war repression at its height, Ofelia
must come to terms with her world through a
fable of her own creation."
The trailer for a spooky
new film called The Messengers
- "The Solomon family
has left big city life for a secluded farm in
North Dakota. Soon after they arrive at their
new home, 16 year-old Jess and her 3 year-old
brother begin seeing ominous apparitions that
no one else can see, and are repeatedly
attacked by something from the other side. "
Jon Stewart on Letterman
Wednesday night
Tom Mabe Pranks
Telemarketer With Fake Death Scene
13 Haunted Houses That Will
Make You Wet Your Pants
"Mel Gibson Acquires
Nuclear Weapon
... Malibu Nuke Test Raises Proliferation Fears
Air America Radio files for
Chapter 11
- Jeez, I hate to agree
with Rush Limbaugh, but he seems to be right
when he says that they never had a profit
model in the first place.
Roger Ebert's first review
in four months. (Four stars for The Queen).
Welcome back, Roger.
This week's movies, Friday
update
- Bottom line: go see
last week's The Departed, if you haven't
already, cuz this week's got nothin'. Four new
wide releases, and apparently they all suck
deeply. You know it's a bad week when 6% isn't
the lowest score.
- Man of the Year - 16%
positive reviews
- The Grudge 2 - 6%
positive reviews
- The Marine - 0%
positive reviews
- One Night with the
King - 27% positive.
Death-row prisoner gets
pregnant in solitary
NASA - Jupiter's Little Red
Spot Growing Stronger
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Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe). White asterisk: expanded format.
Blue asterisk: not mine. No asterisk: it probably sucks.
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Ghost in a Teeny Bikini (2006)
Ghost in a Teeny Bikini is yet another direct-to-video quickie from Fred
Olin Ray.
Muffin Baker (Christine Nguyen, perfectly cast) is a soft core actress
who's living with her director, Alexandre Boisvert, when she is notified that
her uncle has passed, and she must go to Ravenswood for the reading of the
will. When they arrive, they are greeted by a butler, and this was the
point where I fell in love with the film. They asked him how he ended up
working in a place like Ravenswood, and he broke into song.
This song:
I was killin' the day, up at Mandalee Bay,
Cruisin' along in my Chevrolet,
Pushin' on the pedal, and scoping every chick in sight...
Then I saw a sight that chilled my blood,
There was black smoke pourin' out from under my hood,
So I parked, up by the graveyard, there on the right.
And there was ghouls there a jumpin', and vampires a humpin',
And bats flyin' up in the air.
There was a girl with tits jus as big as the moon, and a werewolf with
pompadour hair
And the ghost wagged her finger, and she said "You shouldn't linger
In a place that'll do you no good!"
So I stepped on the gas, and I headed up to Ravenswood.
And there was ghouls there a jumpin', and vampires a humpin',
And bats flyin' up in the air.
There was a girl with tits just as big as the moon, and a werewolf with
pompadour hair
And the ghost wagged her finger, and she said "You shouldn't linger
In a place that'll do you no good!"
So I stepped on the gas, and I headed up to Ravenswood.
Stop right here. If you think the idea of a soft core musical is stupid, or
read the above lyrics with a frown, skip to the images, as you won't want to
see this ever. If, like me, you find the above hilarious, you might also be a
potential cult follower of this film.
The entire film is in the same spirit as the above song, one of three in
the film. Nobody is serious in this one, which really helps. And best of all,
when Evan Stone does the song, both Christine Nguyen and Alexandre Boisvert
react the same way we might, if we asked a question and someone started
singing the answer.
IMDb has yet to hear of this, although there is one comment from someone
who felt as I do about the film. The acting is no better than usual in one of
these efforts, the plot is not in any way original, and we have seen every bit
of all of these women before, but every once in a while, the stars align
perfectly, and a cult classic is born. I knew if I watched enough of
these, I would eventually hit one that made it all worthwhile. This is the
one.
This is a high C+, whether you call it cult classic, soft core, or sexy
comedy.
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