Marijuana Movie Night is packing up it's rolling papers, boxing up what is left of the DVD library (Men At Work, anyone?) and researching the dispensaries closest to the new apartment...I mean...headquarters in Los Angeles. Without being stupidly obvious, I am sure to find some new highs, lows and in between for film watching and new highs in high for stoned behavior.
San Diego, I don't remember who said it, but stay classy.
When talk turns to popcorn balls, albino snakes, and Sam Rockwell, go no further than Gentlemen Broncos. Jared Hess, the man responsible for Napoleon Dynamite, brings us a story of science fiction, plagiarism, hand massages and ad-hoc cross dressing. There is just too much to say about this movie and it is all dang good. One piece of advice before you blaze up and sit down to view this unappreciated sleeper: eat before, not during and watch the movie straight on through. And let me not forget to praise Jemaine Clement of Flight of the Conchords fame as legendary fantasy writer and dazzling horse's ass Dr. Ronald Chevalier. I will leave you with his wise words.
"May the glistening chrome of the borg queen shed her light upon us all! Amen."
It's been a while since I wandered out of my bomb shelter to actually go to the movies, but this might be one I will venture out to see when it's released.
A double creature feature seemed like a good idea just like ordering doubles in a bar in order to speed the route to a strafed night of bombed logic and mayhem. Double your pleasure, double your fun is closer to the official American rallying cry ("Do you want to super size that for 25 cents more?") than Home of the Brave or even Land of the Free. But like any project worth shouldering, you've got to make sure you have decent amount of materials to sustain you through over three hours of movie watching. Everything needed to be inventoried first before couching it. Two grams of sativa medical grade marijuana, check. Half a six pack of drinkable beer, check. Two quality vetted films, uh...I re-read the small synopses on the back of each envelope...it should be fine. Remember, that no amount of substance surplus can save you from a bad decision, even if it is just a bad movie. Sure, possessing the power to shut the movie off is always an option, but then what the hell am I going to write about? My marijuana-laced, deep thoughts? Starting with The Beats' works through the rambling of Wavves, that genre is crowded enough and, frankly, cashed out.
From the premise alone, Evil Bong had great potential. Three slacker dudes and one nerdy smart guy putting himself though grad school all live together. One of the slackers finds an antique bong for sale on the internet and buys it. Soon after the bong arrives, it begins to one-by-one off the inhabitants of the apartment. The bong turns out to be possessed. It is able to get the smoker so high they are mentally transported into the bong (think I Dream of Jeannie) which resembles a low-grade strip club strip akin to one you find around the outer perimeter of an airport. The bong is the MC in the club (It turns out to be a female. Feminists theorists would have a field day dissecting this movie.) and whoever is transported into it, they think it is heaven above. soon enough, they are attacked by one of the strippers and enslaved in the bong. The body of the smoker in the real world dies. This is my best take on how exactly the rules of plot development work. This is not Inception, but more like Nam with a general lack of any rules of engagement. The highlights of the movie are a trifecta of great cameos in the bong by Tim Thomerson, Bill Moseley, and Tommy Chong as the original owner who offers up some history to move the plot to its eventual end. If you are game for subpar acting and a plot which could have used a few more script drafts, go at it. It is probably as good (or bad) as anything you can go see in your local Multiplex.
Second up was a phantastic film called Psychomania (a.k.a. The Death Wheelers). The Living Dead are a co-ed motorcycle gang in England which gets its kicks smashing shit up, terrorizing the local villagers and hanging out in a field dotted with Stonehenge looking rock structures called The Seven Witches. The head of the gang goes home to visit his mother and her faithful butler, both who look like some Aleister Crowley interior decorators, which is not far from the mark as they are both up to supernatural meddling. Mom reveal a secret she has been keeping from their son for years. She died many years ago, but came back. It turns out, if you believe you can come back from the dead, well than, you can. Without a blink of doubt, our hero goes out and runs his motorcycle off a bridge into river. He dies, is buried and, in a fashion which would impress JC himself, rides back from the dead. This is probably the scene which makes the entire film worth watching so if you are not digging it, watch at least to this point. Back from the dead, he talks the rest of his gang into killing themselves. The benefits of dying and coming back range from not aging to being impervious to dying again. Of course, there is a way to die again, but I'm not going to play spoiler. Besides a fairly thin supernatural plot, there is some fancy motorcycle riding and the cafe racers the gang buzz around on are pretty impressive. The gang sports helmets emblazoned with a death head which is part cartoon, part menace and all awesome. The costumes set the bar for swinging biker 60s English cool. Psychomania is more fun than a night on the Ouija board or a pitcher of poisoned Kool Aid. Drink up!
If April 20th is the stoners' holiday than Paddy's Day is the drunkards'. So put on something green or smoke something green and go have some fun at that flute playing, snake charmer's expense. Be careful out there though as this day is also the unofficial DUI checkpoint day throughout the country. Erin go Bragh!
The genre of the horror film is a tough one to make even remotely scary, much less innovative or original at all. We've seen it all again and again and again: the wild animal with a taste for blood, the psycho on a killing rampage, the mad scientist with something to prove, zombies, the supernatural, and don't forget the devil. Some times the B movies get it right, but mostly it's the same.
Hour of the Wolf is the exception. The trailer doesn't do it justice, but this is the type of film which is not scary while you watch it, but sneaks up on you later like when you can't sleep or have to get out of bed late at night to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water.
Maybe too much weed has turned my paranoia into straight fear, but the Hour of the Wolf taps into some base fears. If you watch it, prepare to be straight creeped out for many nights to come.
There are lots of great pairings in this lifetime. Some are as natural as cock & balls, peanut butter & jelly, and marijuana & movies. So when this was spotted in Wicker Park, we lost our fucking minds. We love weed and we love wolves. The Warriors-like font is great. Banksy, watch your selling out ass!
Weed Wolf, we salute you! Keep bombing them streets!
I originally wanted to do a monthly get together with some good friends, good weed, good food and a great movie. I was excited to play projectionist at home & turning people on to some amazing films. So what happened? It all started to sound like a hassle. All those people at my place. My dope all smoked up. It was so perfect in my mind, it was bound to get ruined. But the name was too good to let go of, so I thought, why not a blog? Welcome to Marijuana Movie Night.
Marijuana Movie Night is packing up it's rolling papers, boxing up what is left of the DVD library (Men At Work, anyone?) and researching the dispensaries closest to the new apartment...I mean...headquarters in Los Angeles. Without being stupidly obvious, I am sure to find some new highs, lows and in between for film watching and new highs in high for stoned behavior.
When talk turns to popcorn balls, albino snakes, and Sam Rockwell, go no further than Gentlemen Broncos. Jared Hess, the man responsible for Napoleon Dynamite, brings us a story of science fiction, plagiarism, hand massages and ad-hoc cross dressing. There is just too much to say about this movie and it is all dang good. One piece of advice before you blaze up and sit down to view this unappreciated sleeper: eat before, not during and watch the movie straight on through. And let me not forget to praise Jemaine Clement of Flight of the Conchords fame as legendary fantasy writer and dazzling horse's ass Dr. Ronald Chevalier. I will leave you with his wise words.
It's been a while since I wandered out of my bomb shelter to actually go to the movies, but this might be one I will venture out to see when it's released.
A double creature feature seemed like a good idea just like ordering doubles in a bar in order to speed the route to a strafed night of bombed logic and mayhem. Double your pleasure, double your fun is closer to the official American rallying cry ("Do you want to super size that for 25 cents more?") than Home of the Brave or even Land of the Free. But like any project worth shouldering, you've got to make sure you have decent amount of materials to sustain you through over three hours of movie watching. Everything needed to be inventoried first before couching it. Two grams of sativa medical grade marijuana, check. Half a six pack of drinkable beer, check. Two quality vetted films, uh...I re-read the small synopses on the back of each envelope...it should be fine. Remember, that no amount of substance surplus can save you from a bad decision, even if it is just a bad movie. Sure, possessing the power to shut the movie off is always an option, but then what the hell am I going to write about? My marijuana-laced, deep thoughts? Starting with The Beats' works through the rambling of Wavves, that genre is crowded enough and, frankly, cashed out.
If April 20th is the stoners' holiday than Paddy's Day is the drunkards'. So put on something green or smoke something green and go have some fun at that flute playing, snake charmer's expense. Be careful out there though as this day is also the unofficial DUI checkpoint day throughout the country. Erin go Bragh!
As of today, it has been one solid year of smoking and watching. Thanks for reading and keep coming back.
The genre of the horror film is a tough one to make even remotely scary, much less innovative or original at all. We've seen it all again and again and again: the wild animal with a taste for blood, the psycho on a killing rampage, the mad scientist with something to prove, zombies, the supernatural, and don't forget the devil. Some times the B movies get it right, but mostly it's the same.
There are lots of great pairings in this lifetime. Some are as natural as cock & balls, peanut butter & jelly, and marijuana & movies. So when this was spotted in Wicker Park, we lost our fucking minds. We love weed and we love wolves. The Warriors-like font is great. Banksy, watch your selling out ass!
