Slim Pickens wasn’t actually told it was a comedy and Kubrick directed him as if he was in a straight war film
During WW2 a nerdy weakling becomes a super soldier and saves the world from Nazi scientists. Seventy years later, he does it again. And he’s still a virgin.
As with much of Banville, there is fine attention to the feel and smell of things; “the sullen, bitter reek” of whiskey; and he has the gift of fully conjuring people, places and events with a few deft strokes.
“Ironclad” is sort of like the banquet at Bunratty Castle, but with more severed limbs.
It seems you can use Pulp Fiction for almost any purpose, so why not use sounds and dialogue to make a dance track. Or this conspiracy-filled dissection of the film: Speaking of universes, do all of his films exist in the same universe? A Tarantinoverse? If you like that, there are other Tarantino mash-ups, like…
A clacking sound accompanies the appearance of each letter on a sheet of paper which slides across your screen as you type, and there’s a satisfying ding! when you hit Return (that’s Enter for all you whippersnappers).
If there is to be an all-female Expendables, it would have to be The Menopausals.
Blog Awards Ireland 2014 will be announcing its shortlist next week. I am pleased to have been nominated in the Diaspora category. I thought I would repost one of my earliest ‘Diasporational’ pieces from last year, about William Bourke Cockran, the Sligoman who became a powerful politcal figure in New York, and who gave a young…