Kill-Crazy Madman. For Demetre.

Pinch Gut Hollow Distillery. Buckwheat whiskey. Just off the road. (Taken with instagram)

Pinch Gut Hollow Distillery. Buckwheat whiskey. Just off the road. (Taken with instagram)

ActionFest, Day Four: The next thing

Good night Carolina. Thank you ActionFest.

ActionFest ’12 ended strong. Immediately today I realized that we are on to the next thing quite directly – I spend this week watching TIFF Kids movies, and then in just ten days, Price and I are off to Ebertfest; when we come back, it’s straight into Hot Docs for the back half of their calendar. By the time I’m watching The Avengers on May 4, I’ll likely have seen 40 more movies. May they be as enjoyable as the ones I saw today.

Bad Ass is a magnificent monstrosity, a great self-important hulk of a movie that nonetheless manages to be sidesplittingly fun – and almost always intentionally. But my hat goes off to them for conveying the veneer of utter low-budgetness for the first 87 minutes, and then exploding into an absolutely berserk final confrontation where Danny Trejo (who becomes a vigilante by stopping an altercation on a city bus) and Charles S. Motherfucking Dutton (“Kick his ass, Alien 3!”) square off on rival, stolen passenger buses and demolish most of downtown Los Angeles – where the fuck did this come from?! I mean, I had assumed given the setup that the final battle between Bad Ass and his ganglord enemies could only take place on a bus, but this shit was off the hook! I can only assume the buses, and most of downtown Los Angeles, are either models or CGI, which cannot be said for Dutton or Trejo, both of whom are very, very real.

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A man and his movie screen. Colin closes the show. #af2012 (Taken with instagram)

A man and his movie screen. Colin closes the show. #af2012 (Taken with instagram)

Mamo on the rocks. #af2012 (Taken with instagram)

Mamo on the rocks. #af2012 (Taken with instagram)

Woolworth’s. Pretty as a Sunday afternoon. (Taken with instagram)

Woolworth’s. Pretty as a Sunday afternoon. (Taken with instagram)

Mamo #248: A Piece of Heaven Fell on Asheville

Mamo comes to you from ActionFest 2012 in beautiful Asheville, North Carolina! We chat up the film festival with a body count while contemplating the warm welcome our American cousins have given us all.

ActionFest, Day Three: The Size of Your Head

The burrito recalled only two words: “Apocalypse Rising.”

I don’t know what possessed me to attempt to break the Papa’s & Beer record from last year – if such a thing exists. Really, the story is just fine on its own, wherein – confronted by a burrito the size of a human head – I folded like a cheap suit after less than a third of its total mass. (In fairness, I’d eaten roughly two meals’ worth of guacamole and queso at that point.) Last night I made it all the way to two thirds of the same burrito, and pushed even a bit further than that, and spent the next two hours half-lucid and dying. The horror finally broke at around 1:00, in the midst of a 3-D screening of Comin’ At Ya!, where everything that could have been, very nearly was. Though – and I need to make this point very seriously – I fail to see the use of putting what was, quite simply, the most dedicatedly amazing sideboob I have ever seen, in a 3-D movie. Spears and rats and flaming arrows, Comin’ At Ya! – but those magnificent breasts couldn’t make a quarter-turn to the right?

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The black mountain? (Taken with instagram)

The black mountain? (Taken with instagram)

You will believe a rocket man can fly - ActionFest 2012