This brotha worked hard in October. I powered through 31 Days of Horror with a post (almost) every single day. By the time the first Thursday Movie Picks of November rolled around, I was in the middle of a much needed break. It was easy to stay away when I knew that the three movies I would have picked for last week's topic were pretty much the same as on everyone else's list. That might be the case this week, but I'm rolling with it anyway. Besides, I suggested the topic, movies about addiction, to our host, Wanderer of Wandering Through the Shelves. It would be pretty crappy of me to not show up this week, right? Luckily for you, I'm rejuvenated and ready to make my triumphant return to blogging and TMP. Well, I don't know how good a post this is, but I always wanted to have a triumphant return to something, so I'm claiming this. And since we're heading into the holiday season, I decided to steer clear of drug addiction...or alcohol, for that matter. Just too depressing. So, in the immortal words of Marvin Gaye, let's get it on. Better yet, in the words of Salt-N-Pepa, let's talk about sex.
(2002)Lots of biopics deal with famous addicts. I've never seen one quite like this. It's all about Bob Crane (a never-better Greg Kinnear), the star of 1960s sitcom, "Hogan's Heroes." If you've ever seen the show, you know it's goofy, but clean fun had at the expense of the Nazis. Little did we know Crane was a raging sex addict who was also into filming just about all of his sexual exploits, often without the knowledge of the women involved. Naturally, he kept them all, amassing a sizeable personal porn collection. Usually, his creepy friend John Henry Carpenter (Willem Dafoe) was a co-star. Oh, did I mention Crane was a church-going family man?
A Dirty Shame
(2004)Harford Road is a peculiar community, to say the least. One one side, we have the neuters. These are holier-than-thou folks who seem to be somewhere between extreme right Christians and the Amish. On the other, we have the perverts. Well, they're perverts. All hell breaks loose when Sylvia (Tracey Ullman), one of the neuters, takes a bump on the head and finds herself firmly entrenched in the camp of the perverts and is relentlessly in search of "the ultimate sex act." It is completely ridiculous. The ending is something far beyond even that adjective and the whole thing is unabashedly campy. It might be a difficult movie to sit through unless you're a fan of this movie's director, the incomparable John Waters.
Black Snake Moan
(2006)Speaking of bizarre films, we have this rusty piece of Mississippi blues infused grime. Rae (Christina Ricci) is a party girl who gets into drinking and drugs. However, her biggest vice is giving up them drawers. A funny thing happens on the way to her next booty call, though. She gets beaten up and left for dead by some chump. Good thing for her Lazarus (Samuel L. Jackson) happens to be riding by. He picks up her body, takes her to his home, and nurses her back to health. He also plans on curing her of her demons. How? Well, when Rae wakes up in Laz's place she finds herself chained up and not allowed to leave. Oh yeah, he's a bitter, guitar strumming, religious nut. It's a polarizing movie, to be sure. What's not up for debate is the excellence of the performances and weird, surrogate father/abductor-reluctant daughter/abductee vibe they have.