Monday, February 11, 2008

An Uzi At The Alamo

Sorry I haven't reviewed any films in a while but I've been busy listening to M.I.A's song Paper Planes on repeat for hours on end.
Just part of a little social experiment to see how it might affect my thought processes, and besides that one killing spree it's working pretty well to disprove any negative side affects to modern music... not that anyone was trying to say that M.I.A, or anyone else for that matter, was having a negative affect on anyone in any way. I just wanted to listen to it over and over again...

Anyway, we watched this movie along with Escape From New York about a week ago and even if you hadn't already seen Escape From New York you'd be able to tell which one of these films was more awesome just from the title. I mean... an Uzi at the Alamo? come on!

Anyway reading the films description (And having now seen it), it turns out the general plot doesn't actually have anything to do with an Uzi at the Alamo which, at first, may make you want to curse the writer for using a misleading title but when you hear it's about an unpublished writer who decides, much to the loving support of his family, that he's going to kill himself on his 25th birthday for no apparent reason other than to do it, you can begin to forgive the writer because frankly, a film about an Uzi at the Alamo may only have been awesome for about 5 minutes or so (But what a five minutes it would be, eh?).

Anyhoo, even knowing the plot doesn't involve a sub machine gun being sent back in time to affect the outcome of a significant event in American history you might stick this film in your DVD player thinking "But why does it have this title? Seems pretty fucking retarded!", much as I did! But thankfully the writer cuts right to it and we're shown a shot of the Alamo and a voice over of someone telling us about it and just when you think the film description was wrong and you're not going to see a film about a suicidal prick and instead are going to see five minutes of historical chaos unfold, we find that the suicidal writer in the film just has a penchant for the Alamo...

And later on, after still thinking this film could have had a better title, it all ties together at the very end of the film and you realize, at the same time as the principal characters, just why the film really deserved the title it had - when the lead character aquires a sub-machine gun from an ex-military friend of his and travels back in time to the Alamo and hands over the gun to Davey Crocket to forever change the course of history!

Not really, but I wish I had something to say about this film that wasn't about it's title because it was pretty fucking cool.

Incidentally, before we sat down to watch this film we started to watch The Girl From Monday, but got about ten minutes into it before realizing it was a steaming pile of turd and not even worth our time. So avoid that pile of trash, no matter how appealing the marketing based future 'utopia' type idea of the film might sound. It's not. And frankly there are a million books and films with that idea already. Watch An Uzi At The Alamo instead.


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