DIzzIE
14th February 2007, 04:11 AM
I'll be starting a lil' movie review site sooner or later (once I figure out how to sort entries by rating, date, etc in PHP...if anyone wants to give me a hand with that, that'd be just super :)), so here's just a taste of things to come :).
At any rate, here's a review of Cannibal (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910548/), probably filled with spoilers galore and whatnot...
The first half of the flick is a delicious fag romp as The Man and The Flesh practice burying their sausages in their respective buns, as accompanied by relaxing muzak (co-composed by the flesh, by the way) and nude frolics in the pleasing countryside.
The first half is likewise marked by the failure of The Man to go through with it, and my own cock deflated to a cinematic low point as the flesh insisted on being driven back to the train station. Woe is I.
But fear not, shit starts to pick up once we hit the 45 minute mark. Following a castration scene that not only rivals, but far surpasses any similar dismemberment in the classic cannibal (fleshsploitation?) flicks of the 70s/80s, complete with a gender-bending urination following said amputation, things only get nastier, in that ?I?ve been sitting beneath this outhouse for 45 fucking minutes, it?s about time someone takes a proper shit on me? fashion. The flesh is executed, dragged to the ol? barn, and then laboriously gutted and cooked. As such, there are a good 30 minutes of old fashioned corpse hacking, sniffing, and general masturbatory veneration.
And therein lies my objection to the film. In overglorifying the?admittedly fine?culinary art of anthropophagy, the flick raises the consumption of human flesh to a near sacred level. The human body is thus presented as something which is not fit for daily consumption, but on the contrary must necessarily be a ritualized rarity, requiring what seems to be weeks, if not months, of psychological and aesthetic preparation. In other words, you must thoroughly befriend your swine, engage in a thorough ass pummeling, and then, following many nights of emotional breakdown and weakness, finally dare to eat it. Cannibalism presented as the exotic is thus inherently antagonistic to the consumption of flesh on a day to day basis; not something you?ll see at your local deli anytime soon. And why the fuck not?
At any rate, here's a review of Cannibal (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910548/), probably filled with spoilers galore and whatnot...
The first half of the flick is a delicious fag romp as The Man and The Flesh practice burying their sausages in their respective buns, as accompanied by relaxing muzak (co-composed by the flesh, by the way) and nude frolics in the pleasing countryside.
The first half is likewise marked by the failure of The Man to go through with it, and my own cock deflated to a cinematic low point as the flesh insisted on being driven back to the train station. Woe is I.
But fear not, shit starts to pick up once we hit the 45 minute mark. Following a castration scene that not only rivals, but far surpasses any similar dismemberment in the classic cannibal (fleshsploitation?) flicks of the 70s/80s, complete with a gender-bending urination following said amputation, things only get nastier, in that ?I?ve been sitting beneath this outhouse for 45 fucking minutes, it?s about time someone takes a proper shit on me? fashion. The flesh is executed, dragged to the ol? barn, and then laboriously gutted and cooked. As such, there are a good 30 minutes of old fashioned corpse hacking, sniffing, and general masturbatory veneration.
And therein lies my objection to the film. In overglorifying the?admittedly fine?culinary art of anthropophagy, the flick raises the consumption of human flesh to a near sacred level. The human body is thus presented as something which is not fit for daily consumption, but on the contrary must necessarily be a ritualized rarity, requiring what seems to be weeks, if not months, of psychological and aesthetic preparation. In other words, you must thoroughly befriend your swine, engage in a thorough ass pummeling, and then, following many nights of emotional breakdown and weakness, finally dare to eat it. Cannibalism presented as the exotic is thus inherently antagonistic to the consumption of flesh on a day to day basis; not something you?ll see at your local deli anytime soon. And why the fuck not?