|Title:||A Day Without Policeman|
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|09.26.11||Alamo South Lamar||This Screening is part of event: FantasticFest 2011|
The second Movies on Fire title was promised to be a sleazy grindhouse oddity. Grady Hendrix's presentation style is really strange. He yells out everything and wears pink suits like a kind of clown, but he also sounds like he really really knows what he's talking about and throws all these Hong Kong names out like they're Clark Gable and Tom Hanks but I've never heard of any of them. So I was pretty lost during the intro (not a bad thing! It was very informative but I was overloaded with information) then this movie came on and I was completely lost for the whole thing. It gave me my most vivid "grindhouse" experience to date.
So, as far as I can tell, this movie is about a cop who is yielded impotent when he's involved in a shootout with chinese criminals with AK47s. The power of the automatic rifle really gets into his head and messes him up, so his girlfriend gets upset with him and may or may not have broken up with him. Then there's her sister who is either an undercover cop or a weird kid version of a mall punk. Then there's this chinese fisherman and his wife gets raped and killed by a gang of teenagers, and these chinese criminals... I guess because of national pride... help the fisherman get revenge by killing an entire village of.. Hong Kong-ers? And because he's now incapable of getting it up, the cop is a complete coward who does nothing for the entire movie, until the end when he finally shoots a gun and kills the chinese criminals, but then one of them comes back to life just long enough to hit him on the head with a rock and he dies.
Makes perfect sense, right? So drench all of that in bad Lethal Weapon electric guitar riffs and the worst subtitles I've had the pleasure of reading and yous tart to get an idea of my experience. Seriously, the subtitles alone would present a logic puzzle to pause and figure out what people are saying.
So.. I'm sitting there in the theater, taking in the images and random words as they flash in front of my face, thinking "what am I doing here? This movie makes no sense, is complete shit, They wouldn't even show this on cable in the middle of the night, I have no idea what's going on, I don't really care about anything, I can't believe someone made this, I can't believe someone released this, I can't believe this even exists, it's a complete disaster or miracle that this movie even got made, what am I doing here?" and then I thought "where else would I rather be?" and it hit me that this is grindhouse. There's no urine smell or nodding out junkies or prostitutes keeping warm or gang members waiting to mug me in the restroom, but this is the movie; this is it. This is 4am on a Tuesday when you have nothing to do and nowhere to go and you'd rather sit in a theater than stand on the street. This is having a 24/7 movie house and knowing that nobody cares about what's on screen but needing to show SOMETHING just to feed the projector. This is going to the drive-in on Saturday night and killing a sixer with your buds. This is watching Cinemax on Friday night not caring anything about the film other than seeing tits. This is everything distilled into one incomprehensible mess now flickering away in front of my eyes. I felt it.