Reefer Madness
This film is supposed to be camp and a great flick to watch when the munchies come calling at dubie time. I think it instead is the anti-thesis of camp and just an overall awful film with limited imagination and not the least bit entertaining or scary. I can't imagine F. Scott Fitzgerald lighting up a fatty and having a second thought after reviewing this sensational pandering to the morality of a bygone era that has attempted a recent comeback. Overkill of the message that weed destroys the lives of all involved ran rampat throughout culminating in the woman diving out of a closed window when she wasn't even high and the blond dude gone mad from guilt and perhaps a bad case of overdrama and stunted script writing. The director was a great artisan who mastered the skill of being a universe away from subtle. The archetype of this film is obvious a young corruptible All-American boy who gets high and corruptible but I think the best filmmaker's of this era who chose to fore go the route of DMV quality films probably found this film just as moronic as we did. The original Scarface (1932 by Howard Hawks) is a definite example of the complexity of spirit and powerful emotive filmmaking of this era.
I think that the spirit of our group should be to be entertained and be enhanced by the experience that art of film can bring to our lives. Life is short and we should all spend time finding films that we may know or have not seen that are critical, well done and thoughtful though we are all of varying taste and sympathies. Let's all try to put our best foot forward in our film selections and do not be afraid to google reviews on chosen films to find the most interesting instead of basing it on a title. We will never get our hour to two hours back so let's make it worth while.
Thanks U all and U the man Brother B! U too Dong. All of U the man or woman!
Carl
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Brian Slaughter
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