Shot nine years after his previous feature, the ill-received Tusk, Chilean mad-maverick Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Santa Sangre traces two decade of artistic reflection back to his earliest works- the kind that drew the backing of the then-broken Beatles and singularly started the Midnight Movie phenomenon. Flash-forward to now and the world is at war with drugs. The Berlin Wall is three short years from keeling over and Jodorowsky finally has carte-blanche to summon another maniac-monk epic. What he did, and what he discovered, would shape his creative career forever.
Tuesday, 13 November 2018
It has taken me seven watches to unearth the genius buried like ancient treasure beneath the hulking maw of Werner Herzog’s Aguirre, Wrath of God: The scratched-up saga of a murky Conquistador mutiny turned suicide mission… and I find few things cinema has given me more warm and fulfilling than sticking with a flick you just aren’t there with yet, however long it takes, until you are ready to reveal the wonders lurking within its wicked world.
Thursday, 26 April 2018
If I’m honest, I padded into the theatre secretly dreading the promise of dead men, women and space folk. The Avengers 3: Infinity War has been shrouded in an admirable web of promotional abstraction that planted a long line of red herrings, from Hulk’s participation in the final battle to Tony Stark’s ever-so-obvious [not] demise. This obsession with mortality scared me, but its only on reflection that I realise it was the work of a fanbase, not the artists behind Infinity War. They toyed with a legion of loyal followers desperate to go on information, rather than meaningful character interaction, to pave the way for something morbidly miraculous in the modern Marvel universe: An honest to god, full-blooded film.
I spent the last week and a half painstakingly working my way through the Marvel Cinematic Universea with my friends. The only film that was new to me was Dr. Strange, the others were either well-trodden or sparsley visited entries I usually got a lot more from on this mini-marathon. Let's count them down.
Friday, 6 April 2018
The 2003-released debut of El Paso proggers The Mars Volta- reputedly a true-to-life tale bent into fairyland, De-Loused in the Comatorium is a concept album that sits in the company of Cerpin Taxt, a man who has plunged himself into a seven-day coma OD'ing on Rat Poison and Morphine. This psycadellic cocktail elevated by brief moments of clarity like the rippling tonal tide of songs like 'Televators' is a fantastic story on paper, given that the limitation of being trapped in a cold hospital examination chamber for the best part of a week and that space being blown wide open by the unconcious influence of drugs leaves it ripe for multi-stranded storytelling. As for all the potential The Mars Volta actually make use of on this album, it might as well be fifteen minutes long.
Thursday, 8 March 2018
Tuesday, 6 March 2018
Van der Graaf Generator are my favorite band, and Peter Hammill (their vocalist/lyricist) surely my favorite solo artist too. They have inspired much of my own work in recent months, as well as quite frankly put into perspective some reasonably rough times- so I think its time to devote another album retrospective to these lads in their most creativley profitable period: the 1970s. VdGG would reform in 2005 for the excellent 'Present' and I'll tack that peroid onto this post in time.
I've purposefully ommitted Van der Graaf's 1978 live album 'Vital' because depite its (fantastic) fresh material I do not possess half the experience to acurately detail the strengths or weaknesses of a live album. Take it from me while I have the time, however, to say that it is just essential for fans of the band. Let's get to it.