Black Dynamite!

If you've been following this blog for a long time, then you must be my mom (hi mom!). If you're not, you may not have read a post I did a while back in September of 2006 regarding a "movie of the day". It was a blaxploitation gem called Black Belt Jones, a movie that will stand proud in the grand pantheon of historic African-American film, because of it's portrayal of strong black characters, the urban scene and the socio-economic conflicts that existed in the 1970s. Also, "mothafucka" gets said a lot, and that's awesome.

I've always had a huge interest in blaxploitation, because it was a genre that pulled no punches. Sure, the genre didn't produce the greatest works of celluloid, and most of the films are laughable today, but that doesn't mean that the filmmakers don't deserve our respect. They made the films they wanted to, regardless of what The Man thought. Right on, brothers. Right on. Blaxploitation hasn't really had any sort of resurgence, and outside of Undercover Brother, and the Grindhouse double-feature (which only had winks to the style), there hasn't been any film that's tried to re-capture the look, sound and genuine ferocity of the films of the 70's. Until now.

Black Dynamite is about to explode into theatres (hopefully, this October). And for all you suckas who don't know, Black Dynamite's a mean cat who's gonna make trouble for bad muthas. According to IMDB, Black Dynamite "is the story of 1970s African-American action legend Black Dynamite. The Man killed his brother, pumped heroin into local orphanages, and flooded the ghetto with adulterated malt liquor. Black Dynamite was the one hero willing to fight The Man all the way from the blood-soaked city streets to the hallowed halls of the Honky House."

Matter of fact, this could be the greatest film of the year. Of course, I say that about every film that I come across and get man-excited for, but I'm serious this time! Even though the film is a spoof/homage, it doesn't mean that it won't be great times infinity. This isn't another "_____ Movie" movie, and I ain't talking no jive! Just check out the trailer, and you'll know what I mean. Get your $100 suits on and let's get it goin'!

There Will Be Another Firefight!

"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."

If you're like me, then you've got October 30th circled on your calendars (if you are like me, then maybe you shouldn't get so damn excited about films. Seriously). It's not because that day is Devil's Night, but because a long-awaited sequel will explode into theatres. That film is The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day, and for that, you can get excited no matter how much of me you're like. This is a film that's been on the waiting list for ten long fucking years, and it's almost finally here. Just barely two months from now. Thankfully, while we wait, we can enjoy a most excellent trailer that gives us exactly what the first film offered: guns, violence, militant Irish-Catholicism and some good old Irish punk rock. What it also offers, that the first film didn't, is a woman. Thank God. The first film, although immensely awesome in its own right, was a sausage fest.

Now, some may argue that Troy Duffy's original film was a cheap rip-off of any film by Tarantino or Scorsese, and that it's a film that lacks any character development or creation of dialogue regarding its subject matter (vigilante justice), but who the fuck cares? Not all films have to be dissected and discussed as if somehow they'll prove a window to the recesses of our souls or provide a societal understanding. Screw that. The Boondock Saints was entertaining, well-shot and had a great score. Also, it made me even more uncomfortable with Willem Dafoe. Which I didn't think was possible. After watching the first film again, how does anyone truly believe he could pull off a convincing woman? He's fucking scary looking! However, at least Willem had some of the best dialogue in the film. Who can argue the sheer voracity in which he attacks this scene? It still gives me chills.

Check out the TBDSII trailer here: