Sigourney Weaver dribbling and ferociously dunking a basketball is worth the price of admission all by itself.
“Eat lightning and crap thunder” is going to be my new mantra for mindful meditation.
Stallone wrote himself to be one of the most loving and loveable characters of all time in my book. He is so dense, but his admiration for his inner circle and sportsmanship shown towards his competitor makes my heart melt.
There are few movies for me that can be equal parts torturous and enthralling. A very maligned/evil endeavor for Jodorowsky, it seems silly to think that I prefer the structure of ‘The Holy Mountain’ and ‘Santa Sangre’ more than ‘El Topo’, for whatever that means.
Godard, Fellini, Leone, Bunuel, Wenders all stuffed into a bong, with the biggest of rips. It would be a fools task to try and list the genres this films potentially fits into.
The animal mutilation/disembowelment…