Showing posts with label Kinky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kinky. Show all posts

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Damned If You Don't

Alexandra "Xan" Cassavetes (daughter of actor/director John Cassavetes and actress Gena Rowlands) has directed a 21st Century take on the old Hammer vampire movies of the late 1960's and early-to-mid 1970's with her fictional feature debut Kiss of the Damned. Sexy, gory and loaded with old-school Hammer imagery, the trailer for Kiss... very much reminds me of the old Christopher Lee Dracula films churned out by Hammer studios when I was a kid. 

French actress Josephine de La Baume is the vampire Djuna. Young hottie Milo Ventimiglia ("Heroes") is her victim and Roxane Mesquida (Rubber) is Djuna's sister, Mimi. 

Cassavetes seems to have pulled out all the stops on this over-the-top SXSW fan-fav, using everything she learned from her father's films combined with the Hammer pantheon to create a vampire movie 1000 times sexier (and probably 10,000 times better) than anything starring that Uber-Creepy Flat-Faced Brit and the Girl Who Can't Act to Save Her Life.

Released by Magnet (the same studio who gave us the sentient tire movie, Rubber), Kiss of the Damned will be available OnDemand March 28th and in limited theatrical release on May 3rd. You can visit the film's Facebook page here. I'm hoping it will play locally and will post my review as soon as I have seen it. The Red Band trailer below may be NSFW, depending on where you work.



More, anon.
Prospero

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Super Bore

Model Jed Hill - NOT a Pro Football Player

When my sister and I were kids, our father basically kidnapped the TV each Sunday so he could watch the Eagles play. My sister tolerated it, but I hated it. Imagine that! A gay kid who hated and didn't care about sports.

These days, when folks get all worked up about "The Big Game" (be it football, baseball, basketball, soccer or whatever else happens to be in season), I proudly admit my indifference. When co-workers approached me last week with their Super Bowl pools, they asked jokingly if I wanted in, knowing full well that I couldn't care less. And I (less than jokingly) responded that I would rather eat glass. And don't even get me started on the Half-Time appearance of the by now completely irrelevant Madonna. Yawn.

Perhaps if modern sports were played in the nude, like the ancient Olympics, I'd pay more attention.

Of course, there are the occasional sports stars who pique my interest in one way or another. Tim Tebow may very well have a great body, but his constant praying and very public anti-gay/anti-choice attitudes are a major turnoff (as are his sneaky-looking thin lips). And former NBA player Dennis Rodman was always a provocateur, though no one likes a show-off (or an ugly man in a dress).

Every once in a great while, an athlete with a twisted sense of humor comes along and throws everyone into a tizzy. Such is the case with San Francisco Giants baseball player Brian Wilson.

Brian Wilson
Known for his practical jokes and questionable sexuality, Wilson famously made an appearance at last year's ESPY awards wearing a tuxedo unitard and has been known to give hilarious and bizarre interviews. Most infamously, Wilson appeared in a 2010 interview on 'The Cheap Seats,' during which a man (reportedly Philadelphia Phillies hot left-fielder Pat Burrell) dressed in a leather fetish-wear walked through the background.

The clip (embedded below) caused a sensation, though Wilson denied any knowledge of the existence of  the man known as "The Machine" or who he might be.

Wilson's the kind of athlete I could get behind, you should pardon the expression.

Here's the thing I don't understand. Athletes (and movie stars) are paid millions of dollars to do what they do. Yes, there are many more millions to be made from what those athletes and movie stars do. But there are brilliant doctors and scientists working on the cures for often fatal diseases like cancer, AIDS, diabetes and who knows what, who toil for far less. Why do we exalt those whose physical prowess excels, while ignoring those whose mental prowess improves our lives? Why is an athlete or an actor worth more than a scientist, mathematician or physicist? Shouldn't the Secrets of the Universe be worth more to humanity than who is better at making touchdowns?

What the hell do I know, anyway? Here's that clip of Wilson and "The Machine," which I think I have embedded before. Notice how Wilson can barely keep a straight face (all entendres intended).



While I remain convinced that Art can save humanity from it's demise, I fear that soon only brute force will matter to the masses and (much like the Roman Empire), it will lead to our inevitable downfall.



Perhaps author Suzanne Collins isn't so far off the mark.



More, anon.
Prospero