ROBBERY OF ROSEMARY GARCIA.
The weekend has been all about cult films, here’s what i saw – and why you should see em’ (or not)…
This film has one of the most awesome soundtracks ever – super tight brassy funk, and one of the best car chases you’ll see in a long time – it’s no surprise that the Director Peter Yates was hired by Steve McQueen to direct Bullitt straight after he saw this, and the parallels in hi-octane chases through cities is uncanny. It also has the immortal Stanley Baker in the lead role, and acts a fantastic period piece of REAL 60’s London.
I wasn’t as impressed with this one to fair – it’s OK, it’s without doubt a very creepy film, and when you think about what happened to Roman Polanski after he completed this film – you definitely get a sense he was fucking with the Devil (literally). Mia Farrow’s pretty good in it, if a little overwrought and i found the ending a little too ambiguous, but considering the amount of shit that passes as horror these days, it is genuinely unsettling.
Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia
This is without doubt the strangest film I saw this weekend. Part of the Sam Peckinpah season at the BFI (I would highly recommend Straw Dogs as well) This is supposedly his most personal film (and his cheapest after the disaster of Pat Garrett and Billy The Kid) it’s the story of a Barfly Pianist in Mexico – played by Warren Oates, becoming embroiled and eventually consumed with revenge while delivering the severed head of gigolo Alfredo Garcia to firstly a group of gay bounty hunters and then the head of a Mexcian crime family. It’s seriously sleazy, has loads of the classic Pekinpah ‘slo-mo’ violence and has some actually quite funny moments (especially when out protagonist starts talking to the head). It’s quite hard to get hold of this film and watching it at the BFi was a revelation. Highly recommended.