An office worker, post-punk/electronic musician, and doctrinaire giallo enthusiast. Leftist, queer, fat liberationist. He/him/his.
I had absolutely no memory of this movie existing until we watched the Final Cut version at our weekly movie night last night.
It's overwrought, overlong, and mostly dull with a couple of incongruently great scenes, and a, uh, wide array of accents.
It's somehow one of Oliver Stone's least bad movies in spite of all that.
Longmont Potion Castle is one of the funniest people going, and I've been a fan of his work since the mid '00s. I bought a copy of Where in the Hell is the Lavender House? blind on the assumption that I'd love it.
It seems like this documentary is trying to operate in the absurdist spirit of LPC's own work, but that aspect felt staged and forced, and mostly left me cold. I don't know whether the behind-the-scenes stuff is…
The clown dude challenges Bill Hader to a game of Street Fighter.
