Cat People

I am sure discerning readers are familiar with this;

The most memorable scene, in my view, of many from Quentin Tarantino's superb Inglorious Basterds, backed of course by David Bowie's Cat People.

And that brings us on to the under-rated 1982 remake of "Cat People" which features this scene of, again in my view, equal beauty and greater mystery, in which Natasja Kinski finds out her origins. The backing this time is Moroder's original take on the song "Cat People".

The train shots cannot but help me of the video for "There Goes The Fear" by The Doves.

Cat People. Not a great film, perhaps not even a very good one. But this scene lives with me always. And Mr Bowie is present somehow in both!

Enjoy.

Superhero Superficial

With apologies to the long forgotten Voodoo Queens, who sang...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcfJUiTf7eM

Supermodel Superficial!!!

I'm a bit fed up with the endless superhero films. I'm as "meh" as any cliche spouting lazy writer can be when it comes to Superman, Spiderman, the apparently Steedless Avengers, or any other leotard wearing platitude spouting fool.

"Prepare to Face Justice!!!" - oh fuck off.

Superheroes are fantasy figures originally designed to appeal to feeble men who were always getting pasted by jocks and couldn't get a girl even if she looked like Eric Stoltz in Mask, and in parallel to appeal to an America insecure in the face of Nazis and Communism. They are alternate egos, a feeble boy with a black eye imagining himself to be chiselled from granite "sock pow kerblamming it" to his foes. The opressor becomes the opressed. And he gets to give the  - to give them credit - usually quite sparky wench a big kiss at the end, his brain too young to understand the concept of hot, filthy penetrative intercourse.

I hate them. I wish I was a big strong beyond-super entity, capable of giving Superman and his Kryptonite knickers a good kicking, before stealig Lois to a dirty planet hideaway.

Spot. The. Hypocrite.