Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camp. Show all posts

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Quik Film Reviews II - Kaboom

Kaboom (2010)

A film with a sense of fun as natural as Rubber's is clinical and contrived (I'm sorry I keep bad mouthing Rubber, I really liked it).

"Kaboom is Scooby-Doo with sex, drugs and tattooed hotties." - Karina Longworth

Constantly.  It's Scooby-Doo if most of the show was about the characters having sex, in between which they hid between suits of armor and just ended up getting it on cause hey while you wait (not so many drugs, really).  And it's about candy colors.  It's about the joy of youth and about spooky conspiracies.  The perfect film for Halloween, I think, or for Valentine's Day.

Balancing opinions corner:

"Araki doesn't quite have the social-networking thing down" - Karina Longworth

Quik Film Reviews, ed 1

Now's a good time to get this started again.  If just as a form of procrastination.  Now here's some reviews of some films that I probably all saw in the past year.

Rubber (2010): A French film, made by a French DJ, using only American actors speaking English.  It takes place in the deserts of the Southwest.  I'm not going to give away anything more because anything more would be a spoiler.  Because unwrapping the present yourself is the fun.  So just consider that I'm giving *you* the present, and you just gotta take my word for it and unwrap it without knowing what's inside but since I got it for you, you have to anyway.

Spoiler warning, so don't read any further, ok?  -  So I could understand if someone didn't like this film, you know?  Because it does wear its self-satisfaction on its sleeve.  You can just hear some French dude who thinks he's too hip for his own good laughing on the other end of the camera because he's crowning himself the tarantino of post-modern camp.  But he's not.  This is who he is.  You just gotta feel camp, deep in your soul, and Tarantino does.  And you gotta feel post-modern, like Wallace does in Westward (which, for the record, Wallace didn't like but I do).  They [Wallace and Tarantino] love it [post-modern storytelling and camp, respectively] so hard it hurts them.  But this guy . . . cocaine alone isn't enough to "feel it" bra.

So you'd be forgiven for not liking Rubber.  But all that aside.  I really liked it.  How couldn't you?  Camp is fun, post-modern is fun.  It struck me as strangely a bit less funny than it should be, but it is really funny, too.  Just watch the film. Why?  No reason, nike.


Balanced opinion corner:

"An essay on storytelling and spectatorship within When Inanimate Objects Attack schlock, infused with the haunting aura and disillusionment of a post–Easy Rider road movie,Rubber is some kind of miracle." - Karina Longworth