WTF?

WTF indeed! We stand for Films, Tunes, and Whatever else we feel like (not necessarily in order!) Professor Nonsense heads the 'Whatever' department, posting ramblings ranging from the decrepit, to the offbeat, to the just plain absurd! The mysterious Randor takes helm of the 'Tunes' front, detailing the various melodic messages he gets in earfuls. Weekly recommendations and various musings follow his shadows. Finally, our veteran movie critic, Lt Archie Hicox, commands the 'Film' battlefield, giving war-weathered reviews on flicks the way he sees them. Through the eyes of a well-versed renegade, he stands down for no man! Together we are (W)hatever(T)unes(F)ilms!

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Showing posts with label Meir Zarchi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meir Zarchi. Show all posts

Jun 27, 2010

“Original Spit: A Tribute (of sorts) to Meir Zarchi’s Legacy and the Path of American Horror”

Wakka wakka?
(Warning: Contains some graphic material.)

Speaking of graves, I’m not quite so sure that silent actor Buster Keaton could have envisioned the things his grand-daughter would be doing in “Day of the Woman”. In fact, before his porkpie hat blew sky high upon his discovery of the dirty, dirty truth, he might even be inclined to mistake the film for one of those delightful runaway comedies like his “Seven Chances”, given the truculent little title might suggest the possibility of a hard-headed female love interest. Or maybe a hilarious romantic role reversal? But, for those of you who know what Meir Zarchi’s “I Spit on Your Grave” is all about and why it has remained famous all these years, then you’ll know there’s definitely a...reversal.