(If you actually saw this in a theater at any point before 1984, you earn a lifetime coolness certificate.) — (1965) ### Russ Meyer’s best-known (and least breast-obsessed) exploitation classic is the kind of fantasy that most people would only put on film if they already had plans to burn the negative before any respectable people could get a look at it. I usually just watch the first twenty minutes again.
The first twenty minutes — featuring freelance dominatrix babes racing their sports cars in the desert and killing anyone who looks at them funny — are like a drive-in movie from Mars. — (1999) ### With the end of the millennium breathing down his neck, director David Fincher and his stars — Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, and Helena Bonham Carter — took a deep breath of their own and plunged into the deep end.
(1968) ### The first R-rated comic-book movie stars Jane Fonda as a planet-hopping secret agent who has trouble keeping her clothes on.
Dante and Randall are the patron saints of wise-ass wage slaves everywhere, while Jay & Silent Bob (and their real-life counterparts, Jason Mewes and the film’s auteur, Kevin Smith) represent the freedom (and hazards) of life beyond timecard conformity.
— (1971) ### Probably the cultiest big-name American director of his generation, Stanley Kubrick in his prime had a delightful habit of concocting large-scale outrages, presenting major studios with the bills, and making them like it.
His urban sci-fi black comedy about violence and free will made Malcolm Mc Dowell an icon and changed the way people think about movie brutality, and also how they hear “Singin’ in the Rain.” — (about a futuristic game show based on running over pedestrians) just about demanded that someone step up and create the video-game industry, so that its gimmick could find its true home.
Holding the loose elements together is David Carradine, a natural star and a man whose whole life was a cult movie — one where too many of the best parts probably happened when no cameras were around.
Together with Jack Nicholson, the stoner auteurs shook up the film industry with this lived-in portrayal of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll, while inadvertently ruining “Born To Be Wild” for all future generations.