Benjamin Marra is a hell of a talent, even though most of what he does is pure evil. Night Business is a relentlessly violent and extravagantly sexual cocktail of pulp fiction and porn, a comic strip rendition of the sort of films that Abel Ferrara and Brian De Palma spent much of the 70s and 80s making, although even those distinguished gentlemen would have baulked at having a topless female vigilante motorcyclist as a heroine. All that’s missing is the sound of synths.
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Friday, 16 September 2016
Monday, 12 September 2016
SLEAZE CITY
Fear City, d. Abel Ferrara (1984)
What a sleazy, deadly place New York used to be, a neon coated sinkhole of sex and poppers and hot, hot pants. In Fear City, a naked Melanie Griffith gyrates wildly for a baying crowd of desperate men waving dirty money, and a deluded, pumped up karate killer stalks the filthy streets, roundhousing erotic dancers at his leisure. When they meet, it’s murder.
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