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John Cassavetes and Donald Sutherland, The Dirty Dozen
Cassavetes – sneering, cheap-jack defiance, Sutherland adding half-wit passive-resistant sniveling to the same thing; they give the Dirty Dozen crud as well as dirt and without them there's no credible underbelly, no movie.
L.Q. Jones, Buchanan Rides Alone
Don't have the adjectives for L.Q. Jones. Hired gun off the taxi squad. Alternate description: hired second-string gunman with a wandering, open heart; when he goes missing in the second-half, as sidekicks tend to do, the movie rides alone, the long-unspooling plot having let its weird little spirit drift away ("drift" not the right word; "dissipate into the haze" doesn’t get it either, nor does "evaporate"; the spirit's there but it scatters like dust).
Le Tigre "What's Yr Take on Cassavetes"
Track is excellent not just for its music but for the idea, let's talk about what we really talk about and let's be funny about it and have dogs barking oblivious to us in the end. Problem is the Tigres don't follow through: "genius" and "messiah" are no match for "misogynist," "alcoholic," and don't get at why anyone would care about the guy, e.g., how he can take a wormy little punk and make him electric.
Cassavetes – sneering, cheap-jack defiance, Sutherland adding half-wit passive-resistant sniveling to the same thing; they give the Dirty Dozen crud as well as dirt and without them there's no credible underbelly, no movie.
L.Q. Jones, Buchanan Rides Alone
Don't have the adjectives for L.Q. Jones. Hired gun off the taxi squad. Alternate description: hired second-string gunman with a wandering, open heart; when he goes missing in the second-half, as sidekicks tend to do, the movie rides alone, the long-unspooling plot having let its weird little spirit drift away ("drift" not the right word; "dissipate into the haze" doesn’t get it either, nor does "evaporate"; the spirit's there but it scatters like dust).
Le Tigre "What's Yr Take on Cassavetes"
Track is excellent not just for its music but for the idea, let's talk about what we really talk about and let's be funny about it and have dogs barking oblivious to us in the end. Problem is the Tigres don't follow through: "genius" and "messiah" are no match for "misogynist," "alcoholic," and don't get at why anyone would care about the guy, e.g., how he can take a wormy little punk and make him electric.
