Archive for November, 2007

Never bring a sausage to a gun fight

Posted on 2007 11, 08 by Mike

One of my favourite lines in Reservoir Dogs is when Mr Blonde is sizing up Mr white:

Boy that was really exciting. I bet you’re a big Lee Marvin fan aren’t ya. Yeah me too. I love that guy.

Last night I watched Prime Cut and now I’m pretty sure that Garth Ennis is a Lee Marvin fan too. This is pretty much a must for Preacher and Punisher fans. At one point a meat obsessed bad guy becomes so enraged with Marvin that he tries to stab him with a sausage:

Prime Cut

Marvin plays a Chicago mob enforcer sent to sort out Gene Hackman, a Kansas rancher and mob affiliate who has decided to go solo. Five things that you need to know about Hackman’s character:

  • His name is Mary Ann.
  • He eats cow guts while selling young girls supplied by the local orphange. He keeps the girls in a greenhouse, but displays them from time to time, naked in sheep pens.
  • He enjoys rough-housing with his brother and only stops when his balls get squeezed.
  • He takes children’s pets from the county fair and turns them into beef burgers.
  • He sends back Chicago gangsters only when they’ve been processed into strings of sausage meat.
  • He also gets lines like this:

    You and Jake, you think you’re big men. Walk in anywhere, you take down your pants I’ll take down mine, we’ll see who’s the biggest man.

    Lee Marvin gets a machine gun, a bunch of Irish American sidekicks (Shay, Delaney, Shaughnessy & O’Brien) and Sissy Spacek:

    They really don’t make ‘em like this anymore. I first saw this when I was a kid and apparently young enough to have blanked out all memory of the naked girls, but I distinctly remembered the scene where a combine harvester eats Marvin’s Cadilac.

    Go figure.

    PS

    Posted on 2007 11, 07 by Mike

    This is how good it was in season one:

    Back to Baltimore

    Posted on 2007 11, 07 by Mike

    I still think the writer’s strike is just a cover so that the hacks who produce run-of-the-mill shit can get drunk and sob into the afternoon at the prospect of The Wire returning and OWNING them.

    Kids, try not to have sex with my building, ok?

    Posted on 2007 11, 05 by Mike

    Small lapse due to an influx of Canadians and single malt whisky.

    After a whole month of film I’m now back on the Interweb lark.

    This morning I awoke to scaffolding outside the building. Unfortunately it looks nothing like this:

    Game museum Berlin

    It does have bright yellow soft cladding attached to the bottom legs though, presumably to stop fuckwits walking into them. That’ll still happen, but now the kids across the road will have a nice beacon to aim for.

    They’ll either set the cladding alight or fuck the slits in it.

    Probably both. If that happens I’ll try and take some photos as my Flickr stream needs a little livening up.


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