TS: SHOWGIRLS vs. ROAD HOUSE

CPFG OTM

xpost ned, can i be "deeply troubled" over something?

Just be sure to see all this year's Razzie winners before 2046, fatguy. Really, the whole Snicker Patrol aesthetic has really infected hipsterdom like a plague. Celebrate junk, go hear Wing live in Quebec... my time's a-wastin'.

Just be sure to see all this year's Razzie winners before 2046, fatguy.
-- Dr Morbius, January 12th, 2006 11:25 AM.

speak english.

Just be sure to see all this year's Razzie winners before 2046, fatguy.
-- Dr Morbius, January 12th, 2006 11:25 AM.

-- Eric H. (ephende...), January 12th, 2006.

I don't get it.

When I started reading a lot about film in the high school liberry, only the Medved brothers were creaming themselves over 'bad' films, and we know how one of them ended up. So this could be a generational thing. Again. *sigh*

Anyway, I was only pointing out that we don't have as similar taste as it would otherwise seem. Taste(lessness) =/= depth of perception, thankfully.

Oh, and:

Humorless filmgoers in the 1960s/70s: "This retroactive love for Sirk... must be a generational thing."

(but seriously, thanks.)

I remember seeing Buckaroo Banzai when it first came out, loving Lithgow (Dr Lizardo?) and being otherwise indifferent.

Eric, I sometimes wish I had your taste; I've never encountered someone younger who likes Jerry Lewis more than I do.

I don't hate-love Showgirls. I love-love it.

That's very clear; it's the oozing ubiquity of hate-love I am railing against in my pre-dotage. And I haven't seen that Medved book in forever, so I'll take your advice. (btw, so you find Showgirls to be a triumph of Verhoeven spinning Eszterhas into gold? cuz I think most pervy college kids could barf up that dialogue, they just wouldn't have the balls to film it.)

Well OK, we're just coming from entirely different places, then. That just makes me sad you lost the habit. (And I can't abide bad music and bad books either. I finished The Hotel New Hampshire 20 years ago and vowed Never Again. As for bad as in Danielle Steel, the temptation never arose.)

I have pitched my tent a long ways from the land of Camp, which explains why so many heteros here are gayer than me. (And actually lots of that abominable contemporary dance pop.)

ET, the Extra Testicle

Dude, I saw that on a Manhattan porn marquee 20+ years ago!

I do not regret losing a habit which over the last few years in particular, in terms of the costs of theater tickets etc. these days, rapidly became unaffordable given my budget. That said, I've been to a few more films in the theater this last year but the sheer horribleness of most of the movie experience outside of the actual movie itself makes me want to kill people. Fuck you, 'The Twenty.'

The absence of 'The Twenty' and its ilk before Kazakh films at Lincoln Center have squeezed the multiplex even further outta my life.

(last try: actually LIKE lots of that abominable...)

Uh-oh. Better skip Slant's next major list project.

-- Dr Morbius (wjwe...), January 12th, 2006.

yeah, but were they TOTAL BADASSES?

You know, I am so not surprised. About anything.

Anyway, Dan has now seen both and believed. His most common line all evening -- "Wow."

Every time I think I have to decide it's "Showgirls", I remember that the climactic scene in "Roadhouse" involves the unnecessary revelation that the bad guy is a big game hunter whose only missing trophy is taut male dancer/bouncer ass and the resultant giggling leaves me undecided.

I am DYING to see the stage version of this now.