Showing posts with label Mickey Rourke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mickey Rourke. Show all posts

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Apocalypse... Could We Do This Later?

I'm not waiting for the end of the world, I'm tired of the post apocalypse , and so help me God, I really don't want to see portentous movies that look like some bizarre mash up of The Road and Fahrenheit 451... which brings us to
The Book of Eli. I probably shouldn't admit that I hated it from the moment — about five minutes in — that it tried to pass off a sphinx cat as a hellish mutant from the not-too-distant future, but I did. And things only went downhill from there...

I don't such care for the Golden Globe Awards, either, though the fact that the attendees are plied with liquor from the moment they sit down (at tables, not in theater seats like the Oscars) pretty much guarantees that the last half hour will be unpredictable fun (Mickey Rourke's acceptance speech for The Wrestler, anyone?)

But I did kind of enjoy writing a piece about the Globes and horror movies... they've been relatively good to the genre over the years. I mean, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association even scraped up a reward for The White Reindeer, God love 'em.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Mickey Rourke, Matt Dillon, Laurence Fishburne, Nicolas Cage: Can you name this movie?

A long email back-and-forth with a friend got me to thinking about Francis Ford Coppola's 1983 Rumblefish (the how is too complicated to get into), and I found myself mesmerized by this trailer, cut to Wall of Voodoo frontman Stan Ridgeway's "Don't Box Me In."

I felt compelled to share because virtually every one of the stars is not only still working, but working in high profile projects: Think Mickey Rourke, Matt Dillon, Laurence Fishburne, Nicolas Cage, Diane Lane and more.

Leaving aside the fact that I think Rumblefish is one of the great films of the 1980s and I never miss an opportunity to proselytize (just this Christmas I converted two friends), it's amazing to see them all so young. Dillon and Cage were 18, Lane was 17, Fishburne was 21 and Rourke was the old man at 30.



It's a great film, and this is a great clip: