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please tell me what happened after I turned it off


basically, i got to the point where he is doing "inserts" with Jessica Harper, who played, if I remember right, Katherine. then I think I started screaming from boredom and awoke on a highway overpass some days later.

anyway, did ANYTHING happen? did it, as they say in the biz, "go anywhere?"

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There were car crashes and zombies and jump cuts ala MTV and you didn't have to think, just sit there with your mouth open in wonder and delight.

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ha ha! if this is trying so suggest I'm some Philistine for not getting the nuances of this plodding, pretentious movie about an alcoholic pornographer, well suggest away! But this movie stinks. And I would rather see "Final Destination 8." Or, for that matter, "My Dinner with Andre." Or for that matter, anything else, even the pretty awful "Anything Else" by Woody Allen.

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Strange that you would mention “Andre.”

“Inserts” did for carnal knowledge what “My Dinner With Andre” did for prandial intercourse. If you walked out early, you really blew it.

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"ha ha! if this is trying so suggest I'm some Philistine for not getting the nuances of this plodding, pretentious movie about an alcoholic pornographer, well suggest away!"

No need. Your thinking this movie is "about an alcoholic pornographer" says it all. If it was a movie that didn't involve you enough to finish it, there's little point in telling you about it.

It's no big deal, and there's no need for labeling. It's still just movies. I never did finish the Kill Bill series after the first chapter, because I was about as interested in it and its story as you were about Inserts. C'est la guerre.

What I had in mind was boxing the compass.

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Philistine? No. But your tastes appear to suggest "Troglodyte". That's not intended as a value judgement, but to identify their nature.

1) My bet is, you're young. Most people raised after MTV have a hard time with the pacing of pre-1980 movies. To match that, most people sufficiently pre-MTV often have an equally hard time with post-1980 movies. This isn't entirely unreasonable, but it does suggest that the "other half" is, unfortunately, missing out on a lot of good films from the other side of the divide. It pays to cultivate the patience to watch slower pre-1980 movies, as well as the attentiveness required to watch post-1980 movies. TV is much the same. Pacing of TV shows from 1990 onwards is considerably faster, and can have a negative affect on anyone used to that who is watching an older show.

2) One thing to realize about the film is that it is exceptionally loosely based on a real character, namely, "Fatty Arbuckle". Not that Arbuckle ever did early pornos or anything, but the character, as described, does match that of Arbuckle in terms of his being a "Wonderboy" director who, after a major scandal, found himself substantially unemployable. All the evidence suggests that Arbuckle, by any reasonable standard, was innocent of any significant wrongdoing. This is a different era from now, when scum Roman Polanski is openly fetted and defended by almost every two-bit Hollywood shill, despite the fact that he quite blatantly raped a 13yo girl...

3) The acting performances are first rate. It is Dreyfuss in one of his best roles, Bob Hoskins before he was well known, as well as a couple other notable people.

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Dreyfus discovered he had a piss fetish, and spent 45 minutes pissing on every inch of the set. He took ten minutes just trying to lay on his back and angle it perfectly into his mouth. Cartwright just keeps doing heroin and masturbating through most of it, until Nazis show up and force them to dress in nun costumes. Then the pissing resumes, and the credits roll. Interesting effect, Dreyfus pisses on dusty plates of glass that reveal the credits, written in something which can't be pissed off. He got his first three Oscars for this performance-- actor, special effects and most-solid stream.

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