Stan & Jorgie invade Filmchair
Yeah, us too. Well luckily for you we recently found two absurd characters who claim to be “film professionals” and who fancied having a go at reviewing a classic film for us.
Inspired by our Dude-Drink-a-thon Filmchair is, a-hem, proud to present Stan & Jorgie at the Movies.
The Movie: Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
An adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson’s novel of the same name. The film details a whacky search for the “American Dream”, by Thompson and his crazed, Samoan lawyer. Fueled by the massive amount of drugs they purchased with an advance from a magazine to cover a sporting event in Vegas; they set out in the Red Shark. Encountering police, reporters, gamblers, racers, and hitchhikers; they search for some undefinable thing know only as the “American Dream” and find fear, loathing and hilarious adventures into the dementia of the modern American West.
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The Rules:
Nice and simple really, every time a drug is taken on screen, these bozos have to have a drink.
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The Result:
Stan and Jorgie at the Movies from vidwerk on Vimeo.
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Now just in case you didn’t understand a word they were saying they’ve also provided us with a written review of the film.
| JORGIE’S REVIEW Greetings to my patriotic fans - the pride you make fills me with much joy like time Mother Russia went into space! You are my family. Its total pleasure for me, Jorgie, to display my feelings for the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas film work. Hunter S. Thompson is a legendary man of larger than life. He takes this dream and puts it to life on the most insanely road trip into Amercia’s playland: Las Vegas. I choose to review three aspects of his film for you: story, intensification, teknikal aspects. This story is of great madness. In America it shows what can be destroyed when you’re following your American dream. It makes plain much that is broken in America: alcholism, perversity, lizard infested bars, fatness, lazy butter suckers and too much freedoms. Also the climate of Nevada is nightmare to me. Cold is better. On intensification I believe in my pride this story has kicked the nail on the head. Hunter and Gonzo deliver a placenta of drunkardness, agression and offensiveness which grow into a baby which the audience must adopt. Its purely scientific. Regarding teknikal direction, this was momentus. The shots, set planning and action sequences made us all feel exactly what Hunter wished for us to feel: to never be there with him in that zone. Overall, Jorgie says YAH! to this film for you to watch. |
STAN’S REVIEW Sometimes pigs do fly. High. Real high. Yup. I often think about this here idea. Flying pigs. And this is why I love Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. There is lots of fucked up shit. And really that’s what life is all about; dealing with fucked up shit. Making sense of fucked up shit. Set in the backdrop of the failed hip movement of the 1960s the story follows the obsessive journalist Raul Duke and his belligerent fat fucking attorney Dr Gonzo on a twisted path into the raunchy anus of conservative mainstream culture. They see some of the most damned scary shit like Las Vegas bell hops, state police officers, and the most frightening scene of all is a damn DA Anti-Drug convention! Who in the right mind could ever tolerate a room full of DAs! Hell I’d rather have an orgy with a bunch of lepers. But old Duke and Gonzo don’t back down from a fight. They fight full steam ahead while riding a god damn drug train! The whole fucked up square world gets crushed through a steady diet of LSD, blow, uppers, downers, laughers and screamers. Duke and Gonzo show us how to deal with the squares by marching to the beat of their own psychedelic drum. God bless em! Ahhhh. I am now going to go buy some acid and punch Jorgie in the face. Life will be good… - Stan, Stanz Sauz |
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