Saturday, October 20, 2007

a magic touch.

For your enjoyment, Magical mistress of the dark arts Debbie McGee's Video Showreel.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

it's a plug!

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boom boom.

Mad Foxes (AKA Mad Foxes: Stingray 2, 1981)
Dir: Paul Grau.
Robert O'Neal, Laura Premica, Siggy Helm, Sally Sullivan, Peter John Saunders and Hank Sutter.

"Hey Stiletto, give her a good screw!"

Back in late 1984 when the infamous video nasties bill was tightening it's grip on the outlying regions and border systems, enterprising schoolboys with Saturday jobs in video shops spent every waking hour procuring said nasties from shop managers for a pound each, only to sell them on to friends and acquaintances for up to a tenner at time.

One such film was Mad Foxes, to a fourteen year old boy an exciting mix of vigilante action, Nazi's, murder, motorbikes and, as my school chum Jamie Bridle put it "A couple shagging in the bath!".

To an adult revisiting it however you realize that it's actually one of the most disturbingly insane, atrociously made, politically incorrect movies of all time.

Yes, it's that good.

The plot is as simple (minded) as it is brilliant, Hal (O'Neal from Zombie Creeping Flesh and your mums bedroom) and his cutsey girlfriend are sitting at a red light minding their own business (they're in a car by the way, I mean they're not just sitting by the side of the road on a pile of coats) when an old bald man and his geriatric motorcycle gang pull up and start 'hassling' them.

Unimpressed by the cut of their jib (tho' impressed by the finely ironed creases in their trousers) Hal drives off giving the bikers an excuse to give chase.

Ain't that always the way?

Unfortunately one of the gang is killed in the high speed road rage that follows when he crashes his bike into a parked Fiat Uno (oh the embarrassment).

Acting as if things like this happen to them all the time Hal and his hot chick ignore his cries for help and drive off to a discotheque to frug the night away.

" fancy a wee bit of mooth shite-in sexy lady?"

Cue twenty minutes of dad dancing and bouncy unbridled late 70s boobs all cut to a hellishly inappropriate - and scarily unfashionable especially for 1981 - disco score.

So far so Saturday Night Fever

Albeit set in Blackpool.

Leaving the club high on love and cheap poppers Hal is surprised to find the biker gang lying in wait and before you can say 'funky moped' hunky Hal is  knocked unconscious by a bald bad man whilst the evil gang fiddle with his girlfriend.


What your girlfriend was really up to when she said she was studying with friends.

Luckily Hank is a member of an all male nude Kung Fu club (which isn't in any way remotely homo-erotic, no sir) and calls on them to help him plan his revenge.

The group decide to gatecrash the bikers funeral, getting  oriental on the gangs arses before cutting off the bald gang leaders penis and popping it in his mouth.

This isn't going to end well is it?.

Battered, bruised and bashfully bummed the remaining bikers (led by a new fully cocked bad man named Terry Stiletto) turn up at the Kung Fu school, throw a grenade into the classroom and start machine gunning the students.

And if this wasn't enough payback they torture the class teacher in order to gain Hanks address before stabbing the poor guy to death.

Which for this movie is a pretty boring way to go.

Your dads cum face. Trust me I've seen it often enough.

Turning up at Hanks pad the gang kick down the door and start smashing stuff - including his priceless collection of Sylvanian Family china figurines - which although is pretty mean does give Hank enough time to jump out of the window and into his souped up Stingray (the car, not the submarine) to make his escape.

Unfortunately the gang are in hot pursuit.

I'd like to add that at this point that all this happens within the first thirty five minutes of the movie.

Just let that sink in for a minute.

Driving along to his mum and dads house, Hal takes a break from all this revenge to pick up a foxy, button nosed female hitch-hiker named Lilly before stopping in a field to have some 70s style sex with her.

Wiping his cock on her rucksack the pair continue on to his folks luxurious mansion they proceed to have even more of the sex in the bath  - Jamie was right; you can see her bush and everything - before going out for a leisurely stroll.

THE greatest movie scene ever...if you were 14 and from Sedgley obviously.

But while Hal and Lilly are out enjoying the scenery, yup you guessed it the bikers turn up at the house, killing the gardener with his own hedge trimmers, shooting the cook in the arse and machine gunning Hank's dad before shooting Hanks wheelchair-bound mum in the face.

They then gut the maid and fiddle with her intestines before leaving.

Which is nice.

Hal returns (after more sex) to find everybody dead and solemnly vows even more revenge.

"Put it in me!"

With only 20 minutes of the films running time left Hank hunts down the gang one by one, slaughtering them like dogs until only Stiletto is left.

Stiletto is wise to Hanks plan tho' and has set and elaborate booby trap to stop our hero.

Confident and (maybe a little too) cocky, Stiletto retires to the lavatory for a pooh and a quick read of exchange and mart only for Hank to pop in thru' the window and drop a grenade down the pan.

The camera holds a close-up of Stiletto's penis for an uncomfortably long time before it - and the bathroom - explodes.

Hal drives home, all revenged out and ready for some celebratory sex with Lilly only to find the castrated old bald man sitting on his bed holding a home made bomb.....

What can you say about Mad Foxes that hasn't been said at least a hundred (well eight) times before?

It's badly constructed, poorly dubbed and inanely plotted with an ending left open for a sequel that unfortunately never materialized.

And by left open I mean there isn't one, bomb goes off....that's it.

The overload of violence, nudity and general sleaziness means that by 20 minutes into the movie your brain has melted and is oozing out of your ears....filled with bloodshed, explosions and more cock that you can shake a stick at, Mad Foxes is a truly unique experience.

Oh, and Jamie was right, it is a really good bath shag scene.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

censorsh*t 2

It's gone all 1984 again after the banning of Manhunt 2 as the government is asking for a new study of the effect of violent computer games on children.

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Byron: Brains and beauty.

Psychologist and top TeeVee babe Tanya Byron will head the study, which will also examine how to protect children from online material (erm....get their parents to take an interest in what they're doing online and not just leave them to it perhaps?).

The review is due to be launched by raven haired Dr Byron - together with Schools Secretary Ed Balls (snigger) and Culture Secretary James Purnell - at a school in east London.

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Sexy yet sweet.

The games industry association Elspa is also co-operating with the study - but has said that it was too often blamed for society's ills.

Spokesman Paul Jackson commented in his husky tones "We're too often blamed for everything from obesity to youth violence...It is just not true and it's not appropriate." He added: "We feel quite positively about this review. It's clear the review is about making sure parents are properly informed about what their youngsters are playing and what they are accessing on the internet. Now I've got to dash as I'm downloading some top porn."

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The thinking mans crumpet Dr Byron possibly said: "The study will be about what industry is doing already to protect children and what more could be done to ensure they have a positive experience on the internet and with games.....which will probably involve making then all illegal and banning the internet from working class homes."

'Singled out'

Veteran developer and specky geek David Braben, of Frontier games, asked why games were being singled out.

"A review might be useful but it should not just look at one media, especially when media are intersecting," he said in that way that only tech-heads talk.

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A slightly different manhunt
from the one banned yesterday.

He added in a squeaky voice: "Historically there has always been in government a Luddite sentiment - whatever the new industry is tends to take the blame of the latest ailment of society. We do tend to be the people who get the blame first at the moment. And that is a tragedy - because this industry is one of the most interesting media."

Philip Oliver (not the ex Brookside star), chief executive of Blitz games, said more education was needed for parents (and probably a good slap seeing as quiet a few seem to ignore the big 18 label on films, games etc. and think sportswear is a good look for down the shops. Scum).

"They aren't paying attention to the certificates (see...told you). That is partly because they don't understand them (thick as shit Neds) and have a distorted image of games - that either they are harmless or totally evil".

The review is launched a day after the British Board of Film Classification refused a certificate for Manhunt 2 for a second time. Tho' I must admit that after playing a leaked (and uncut) version for over a week (purely for research purposes) I don't feel the urge to kill anyone....well not anyone I didn't want to kill before.

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The kind of violence that
may be caused by video games.

Mr Oliver then backtracked and said the decision was proof "the system is working". Rather than getting angry that adults are being told what they can or can't play just in case some wee chav with a steakie decides to rob someone of their mobile phone and their lilly liberal local MP/parent etc. goes "Oh it was that game/film what made him do it....he was a good boy till then....honest".

Makes me want to puke.

According to Elspa, only 2% of games released in the UK receive an 18 certificate and the average age of a gamer is 28.

'Love on The Rocks'

Mr Jackson said: "We are a very important British industry. We are very responsible and keen to ensure that our products are only played by those who they are designed for."

Margaret Robertson, a video games 'consultant' and former editor of Edge magazine, said the industry felt it was doing as much as it could.

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A child re-enacts his favourite Mortal
Kombat death scene for Dr. Tanya.

"The games industry is holding itself to higher standards than the film industry. Allowing that, everyone is united in not wanting material for older gamers to get into the hands of children."

She added: "This report may start finding some wider ways to do that because that's our main priority, not making shed fulls of cash."

I just don't understand why they just can't make the boxes bigger so that children can't hold them in their hands. Simple really.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

phrase of the day.....

From Mr. Dissolved Paul:
"I've had the misfortune to slowly crawl through the sewers of cinematic discharge".
Utter gold!