I love Bobcat!!!!! I'm so jealous. I'm from San Francisco and used to keep my eyes peeled for him, but never did run into him.
The preview for that movie freaked me out, because everyone, no matter how fucked in the head, always thinks they are on the side of reason. If they all get fed up and go vigilanty at the same time, we'll have a blood bath on our hands.
I'm sure it's a good movie, and I'm with this guy, but fuck. Actually, it reminds me of my pal's comic Hot Head Paisan, homicidal lesbian terrorist. Hot Head was basically on the same mission.
Bobcat was one of those guys who saved me from what counted as mainstream entertainment in the interior of BC growing up (13 channels, no internet, and certainly nothing smacking of the word "indy"). He was able to crack the popular culture just a bit, so that one glorious night in 1989 you could actually witness the rarest of incidents: someone doing something truly creative and hilarious on a show like Arsenio Hall. I was really hoping he would be doing stand up this visit, but the intros to his movies were funny enough
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I totally get where you are coming from. I can't stand to watch television anymore. It's been decades. I'm sure the movie goes deeper because I trust Bobcat; I only had the trailer to go by.
It's just that living in america, guns are too much of a reality, and there are no morality or intelligence tests involved in acquiring them.
I think I lost the ability to enjoy anyone getting shot through the neck when my husband started working in the emergency room of SF general hospital.
I love the Hot Head comics. She had a very distinct style, and a particular audience, and she did get away with it.
I think this really speaks for cultural differences in America and Canada: Here guns are so scarce the whole shooting rampage aspect of the film seems like surreal fantasy, while in America-- I'm guessing-- gun culture is so prevalent it cuts too close to the bone (although that's certainly not what I see when I visit).
Just to clarify: I want to make clear I'm not another transgressive nerd culture sicko who gets off on gratuitous violence directed at innocents (or "innocents") in movies. As a cleansing of the palate, I just found many moments in the film cathartic. Given your husband's vocation, you're applying a very different reality than mine to the proceedings.
And I'll accept your judgment on Hothead Paisan. I can't say I ever really gave it an in depth read.
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The preview for that movie freaked me out, because everyone, no matter how fucked in the head, always thinks they are on the side of reason. If they all get fed up and go vigilanty at the same time, we'll have a blood bath on our hands.
I'm sure it's a good movie, and I'm with this guy, but fuck. Actually, it reminds me of my pal's comic Hot Head Paisan, homicidal lesbian terrorist. Hot Head was basically on the same mission.
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It's just that living in america, guns are too much of a reality, and there are no morality or intelligence tests involved in acquiring them.
I think I lost the ability to enjoy anyone getting shot through the neck when my husband started working in the emergency room of SF general hospital.
I love the Hot Head comics. She had a very distinct style, and a particular audience, and she did get away with it.
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Just to clarify: I want to make clear I'm not another transgressive nerd culture sicko who gets off on gratuitous violence directed at innocents (or "innocents") in movies. As a cleansing of the palate, I just found many moments in the film cathartic. Given your husband's vocation, you're applying a very different reality than mine to the proceedings.
And I'll accept your judgment on Hothead Paisan. I can't say I ever really gave it an in depth read.
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