Anarchy TV (1997) is the comedy that Scoopy found humorless. I found it an uneven spoof with more genuine laughs than most Hollywood comedies, which all goes to prove that humor is totally subjective. An oddball assortment of liberals are running a public access station, when one of the women, Jessica Hecht, angers her crooked right wing preacher father enough that he buys the station, locks them out, and converts the station to religious programming. The ousted liberals take over the station to broadcast their important messages, and nobody is watching until a hooker, Tamayo Otsuki, that they met in jail suggests naked programming. This, of course, gets people watching, and brings out an army of assorted protesters and the media.
While the film blasted the religious right, it also showed the foibles of the liberals. In my favorite moment fro the film, someone calls the police complaining that there are naked people on there TV. The cop says, "Why don't you change the channel?" I have never heard my view of censorship put so clearly and briefly before. If you don't want to see something, don't watch it. It is currently at 4.3 at IMDB. Based on the comments at IMDB, I am in the minority on this one, but many of the events in this film have parallels in my own life. I suppose the proper score is C-.
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Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd (2003):
Before the film even begins, with the title alone,
the film manages to sully the memory of two comedies. Not only does
it destroy whatever franchise value Dumb and Dumber might have had,
but it also makes an unworthy attempt to bathe in the glow of When
Harry Met Sally.
I grant you that Dumb and
Dumber was not the ideal movie upon which to build a franchise. The
script was inconsistent, and the characters were really too damned
silly to carry a film in the first place. The film worked fairly
well, but only because of the unique blend of sentiment and lowbrow
humor produced by the Farrelly Brothers and Jim Carrey, making it
possible to identify with the characters while you were laughing at
them. Without Jim and the Farrellys, there wasn't much hope for the
series, but this prequel was worse than could have been expected.
The kid who plays Lloyd does a pretty good
impersonation of Jim Carrey, and I may have laughed a couple of
- For example, Harry was home schooled, and was
held back three years. "My mom was tough, but fair.
- At one point, Lloyd brushes away his inability
to get a girlfriend by saying, "girlfriends are for fags".
OK, those lines aren't great, but they required
some wit, so they represented the rare comic oasis in this desert
of slapstick. Most of the humor consists of stuff like a
brain-dead football player walking into (and through) things, and
a guy saying, over and over again, "My house is covered with shit.
There's shit everywhere". He must have said that about a half
dozen times, but the filmmakers obviously thought the gag had even
more legs to it, because the same guy later babbled, "My car is
covered with shit. There's shit everywhere."
Too bad. I think they could have had some fun with
For example, the script places Harry and Lloyd in a bogus
ed" class taught by the lunch lady. (It's a scam concocted by the
principal to merit a big grant, which he intends to embezzle.) Imagine
if President Bush had visited the class on a day when they acted extra
stupid, and the Prez had then denied the principal a federal grant,
saying, "You can't fool me. That can't really be a special ed class.
Those guys are way too smart."
Now that might have been funny. Especially if the
film had ended with George W, Lloyd, and Harry playing tag in the Oval
Office, destroying priceless artifacts while arguing about take-backs
Unfortunately, the actual humor mainly consisted
mainly of two seventeen year olds playing tag by themselves and acting
like four year olds, which was funny for, oh, about a nanosecond of
the 82 minutes it lasted.
Based on this description, this
film is a D. Skip it. Even the people who liked the original
hated this one. I like lowbrow comedies. Not this one.
Dark Blue (2002):
Dark Blue's director, Ron Shelton, is best known for
his sports films, especially the classic Bull Durham, which he
directed from his own script, which was in turn based on his own
experiences in the minor leagues. It is not always remembered that
Shelton wrote the part of Crash Davis of the Durham Bulls for his
buddy, Kurt Russell, who was actually a minor leaguer himself for a
few years. Russell, like his dad Bing Russell, was both a
professional ball player and a professional actor, so he seemed to
be born to play "Crash". The studio overrode Shelton's casting and
insisted on Kevin Costner, so Russell missed out on the role of a
lifetime, in which he would almost have been playing himself.
Shelton and Russell remained friends, and they
are teamed again in Dark Blue, with Shelton directing and Russell
in another meaty starring role.
Dark Blue is a cop drama based on a James Ellroy
story. Another Ellroy yarn formed the basis for L.A. Confidential,
and the Dark Blue story follows the same trail which L.A.
Confidential blazed. The characters are familiar. Only the names have been
changed, as they used to say at the end of another media offering
which featured the L.A. Police. There is the tough guy who does what
is necessary (Russell Crowe = Kurt Russell), the more idealistic guy who wants
to do the right thing, the corrupt Irish captain, and some of the same
sleazebags. Many story elements are also similar - the police
captain taking over the rackets, the cops framing the wrong guys for
a major crime to cover up one of the captain's dirty deeds, the lead
cop being set up by the captain for a bloody ambush, and so forth.
Actually, the era has changed as well as the names. L.A.
Confidential told the 1950's version of the story, while Dark Blue
is the 1990's update.
Dark Blue is a good movie, but not on the level of
L.A. Confidential. While the cop portion of the story is about
equivalent to the earlier movie, the difference between the two
films is that the cop portion is nearly 100% of Dark Blue's content.
This film doesn't have much to lift it above the level of a routine
cop flick. It is missing all the humor, the inside Hollywood sleaze,
the lookalike scam, the mob connections, and the stylistic flair of
the L.A. Confidential. It is also missing the mystery/thriller
element. In L.A. Confidential, the storyline revealed the captain's
connection very slowly, so the audience had the additional pleasure
of a mystery to solve. Dark Blue basically throws everything on the
table early in the film, and lets the characters march to their
Although the presentation is quite competent, and
the story held my interest, the first 90 minutes of Dark Blue is quite familiar and
routine. The last quarter adds a little topspin. The final chase
and denouement takes place during the disturbances which followed
the Rodney King verdict, and Kurt Russell is trapped deep within a
poor black neighborhood. Russell must avoid the violence-bent
rioters while he tries to collar the baddies in a landscape of
fires, shattered shop windows, and overturned cars, with looters
Based on this description, this
film is a C+. It is a good cop flick with dialogue which
sounds like real people talking. Unlike its spiritual
predecessor, L.A. Confidential, it does not have a lot of
pizzazz to create crossover appeal for wider audiences
- Laila Hu
- Michael Michele. I'm not sure what this is - maybe
panties - but it's a pretty cool "upskirt". (1,
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'Caps and comments by Brainscan:
Uncle Scoopy recently reviewed "Stripped to Kill" (1987). The silliness I have to add comes in two's:
The movie continues one tradition and begins another. A less generous soul would call them cliches:
1) Where twins exist, one of them is evil.
2) When strippers are killed, the murderer is a woman, or in this case an actress playing a stripper and her transexual brother.
The exposure is plentiful and comes from two types of actresses:
1) Those called upon to do some real acting, who then just sorta stand around or stumble around or pour liquids over themselves whilst on stage.
2) Those who strip and do just about nothing else in the movie. These are obviously clothing removal engineers of the professional variety. They work the brass pole nicely and give up would have been major gynocam stuff if they hadn't been wearing undies on stage.
Both of these actress types are further divided into two groups:
1) Those who appeared in more than just this fine film.
2) Those whose only cinematic appearance was right 'cheer.
The major kick-ass, wunnerful exposure comes from veteran actress, Kay Lenz. First saw her in the movie, House, long ago and really liked what there was to see. She's appeared in few dozen movies and lots of tv things, gave up the goodies in at least four appearances.
Kay has just a small frame she is properly called delicate. But on that frame is or was a terrific collection of soft tissue in all the right places. The woman was built. So I capped the beejeebers out of her scenes. Twelves collages that break down like this:
B movie babes with some other credits include Debra Lamb, Deborah Nasser and Michelle Foreman. Debra plays an amateur dancer and doesn't do much to suggest she ever had a night job. The other two women, however, dance so well there seems little doubt they had previous experience in the clothing removal arts. Deborah's five collages show off her terrific, recreational body: boobs in 1 and 4, fantasto-bum in 2-5. Michelle gives us a leg-spreading performance and shows of her mighty-fines in all three collages.
One-time-only strippers are Carlye Byron and Tracey Crowder. Carlye shows breasts and bum, Tracey shows off hooters only.
And the real enigma here is Pia Kamakahi. In the right light she has Jaclyn Smith-like features, but unlike Ms. Smith she had a killer bod and (more importantly) was willing to show off major parts of it. She played both a stripper and the evil twin stripper killer. Not a bad job of acting. But, gentlemen, enjoy her four topless collages stripping and sorta sport-humpin' her girlfriend, because this appears to be the only thing she ever did in front of a movie camera. Merd. I woulda put her in every movie that required or even allowed a nekkid babe. The remake of Citizen Kane, for example.
- Pia Kamakahi
'Caps and comments by Hankster:
First up today more from "Watchful Eye" as we look at Melissa Barmes baring her body and pretty much showing us
all she has to offer.
- Melissa Barnes
The second part of our offering was done for fun as the old time machine takes us back to Television's "Three's Company" and what this old leg lover calls some classic Cheese cake shot of Joyce De Witt.