There’s a sex scene in this movie.

It’s awful. There are obviously body doubles being used. It’s so awful that it’s screaming for an MST3K style treatment.

The rest of the movie wasn’t much better.

This is a really good movie. I’d say it’s Gilliam’s most mature work to date. Possibly (dare I say it?) better than Brazil, a movie I love. I even half paid attention to the commentary, which I usually don’t do. Gilliam and his co-writer make snide remarks about the critical reception of the film. It’s pretty funny.

Anyway, do take everyone’s warning about this. If you’ve got a thin skin or think you aren’t easily offended, this isn’t for you. You need to be unoffendable (is that a word?). By anything. Or you really need to be in tune with what Gilliam is trying to do. Or be a fan of the book that this is based on.

Yes, there is drug use shown on screen. Death is dealt with in a non-conventional way. Some of the sexuality dealt with made me squirm a bit.

So count yourself warned.

I read this for a paper in high school. I was dumb and didn’t realize how hard (and boring) primary sources were to use without any training. Oh well. Live and learn.

What amazed me was that this book very clearly spelled out everything that was obsessing Hitler years before he came to power (though in the most boring way possible). Hitler was clearly crazy with his obsession about the Jews at this time. I cannot believe that this warning bell was ignored by the folks-in-charge outside of Germany—the Germans knew, he was in jail when he wrote this book. Of course they did let him out of jail before too long. It was published in German in the mid-1920s and an abridged translation in English was available by 1933. Our history would have been much different had this book been read as a warning of potential horrors.

If this book doesn’t convince you of Hitler’s monstrosity, you may want to check out The Essential Hitler. More boring style, but this time about the implementation of Mein Kampf through Hitler’s own bloviation.

Disclaimer: I work for the company that publishes The Essential Hitler, but I don’t earn any royalties or commissions off of it.

While I was watching this, I had the nagging feeling that some of it was staged. After all, 1920’s movie gear wasn’t portable like the hand-held Digital Video stuff available now. I couldn’t help but think that the interior shots of the igloo weren’t quite legit. I was right. Reading over at Wikipedia, my suspicions were confirmed.

I don’t feel bad about this, because there were technical limitations: 1920’s movie-making equipment, hostile environment and limited daylight hours. In perspective, this film is an amazing accomplishment and an fascinating picture of life in the Arctic ninety years ago.

Or did you also notice the Moby Dick overtones?

I thought it was so strong that Jaws is just another adaptation. Quint as Ahab, no?

Ok, I get the whole John Wayne in a Western thing.

I sort of get the Dean Martin in a Western thing.

But Ricky Nelson?

What next? Clint Eastwood singing in a Western?

This is a beautifully filmed video. It’s nearly trance-inducing. You will get to see great shots of Irish scenery. If you are looking for serious details for your own education or travel info, it would be best to skip this.

If you ever needed proof that women can be funny, French and Saunders are it (I had read an article bemoaning how women weren’t perceived as funny, so there). After all, who else carries on in shopping channel spoofs with such skill? Anyone can be funny that way for a few seconds, but for any extended period of time. Marblique anyone?

I picked this up on a whim at the library, because Venice was featured on the cover. And it was better than I expected.

I’ve been watching some bad movies lately. But Withnail and I is different.

While I was watching it at first, I wasn’t laughing. I wondered for the first half-hour, how can this be on Channel 4’s 50 Greatest Comedy Films List? What I wasn’t counting on was that the movie was building an onion from the inside out. It piled on layer after layer of absurdity. It needed time to build.

And it did. I laughed at the poacher and Uncle Monty. Both Withnail and I were well acted, but Richard Griffiths stole the movie with Uncle Monty. I’m really coming to appreciate his acting more and more—Uncle Vernon in the Harry Potter movies is hardly all he can do.

I’ll be watching this again. Now, GET IN THE VAN!