Showing my age here, but the Hulk tv series of the late 70’s was a big deal in our house as a kid, if the truth be told it was generally a bit shit, with the exception of this early sequence where a bit of a stressful tyre change introduces the character for the first time. Even now it puts the hairs on my arms on end, the music and horror tone still work for me … though even in this pilot episode they ruin it with a rapid descent into some daylit slow motion tent tossing.
That said – they made the right choice in incorporating this sequence into the titles of the show. In much the same way that the titles for The Six Million Dollar Man and Doctor Who were more often than not the highlight of the show, their bookending the program guaranteed that I’d tune in each week. (this was, of course, before ye olde vhs, t’internet and video on demand and whatnot)
A public information film made in 1977, Apaches was shown on film & video in primary schools across the UK. Supposedly warning of the dangers of children playing on farms, neither the kids, or any of the adults who appear throughout, appear to be taking much responsibility for anything, or stopping the games. It’s all a bit horrendous really, playing out like a mix of Lord of the Flies and Final Destination. Lovely.
Saw Holy Motors at The Duke Of Yorks Picturehouse, Brighton.
The cinema itself is a wonderful … proper … cinema. Dated from 1910, its grand but intimate, with popcorn and booze, red velour seats, arched ceiling and a proper full on velvet curtain (see below)
As to Holy Motors … absolutely fucking mental. Weird for weird’s sake i find pretty tedious, but here it works, and even if the point it’s making is unclear, it’s brilliant, thought provoking, shocking and very funny. I’ve found myself thinking about it a lot since i saw it. Just when you think you’ve got a grip on it it does a left turn, right up to the very last shot. To describe any one element of it makes it sound teeth grindingly pretentious, and it isn’t going to be everyones cup of tea, but it doesn’t come across as wanky when you’re watching it just because it’s done with so much verve and commitment and humour, and it’s infectious.
I don’t think there could be such a thing as a spoiler for this film, but incase you don’t want to know, there’s a tiny one coming up after this poster ….
…. sample scene: A kidnapped Eva Mendes sat in a sewer in a burka, singing a lullaby to a bollock naked Leprechaun monster with a visible erection who just ate her hair while smoking a fag.