Lord of the Flies is one of the world’s best-loved allegories of civilization and the way it has played out through violence. Continue reading
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Why Game of Thrones Has Come to Fascinate Us
Posted in Film, Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men with tags CCTV, Coppola, Denis Rader, Game of Thrones, George R.R. Martin, Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, Irreversible, Jamie Lannister, Joffrey Lannister, John Hobbes, Leviathan, Lord of the Flies, Marquis of Queensbury, Mountain, Navy SEAL, Oberyn Martell, Piggy, Polanski, Ralph, Robert Towne, Salo, Target Focus Training, Tim Larkin, Tyrion Lannister, Verys, Viper, William Golding on November 4, 2014 by Jarrod BoyleDrag-Racing in the Desert of the Real
Posted in Film, Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Reading with tags Baudrillard, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Cambodia, concentration camp, Dawn of the Dead, Dexter, George A Romero, Germaine Greer, Irreversible, Killer Joe, Matthew McConaughey, Naomi Wolf, Raders of the Lost Ark, Salo, Sam Peckinpah, Sergei Eisenstein, Straw Dogs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The American Nightmare, The Exorcist, The Wild Bunch, Tobe Hooper, Tom Savini, Walking Dead, Wes Craven, Wliiam Freidkin on March 17, 2013 by Jarrod BoyleI had an argument with some friends of mine recently about Dexter. Personally, I think that is a show for which the script is a poorly-written pretext for the violence. Continue reading
Icons: Part I
Posted in Film, Journalism, Observation with tags Andrei Rublev, Andrei Tarkovsky, Birth of Venus, Botticelli, Dante, Inferno, Ivan's Childhood, Lumiere Cinema, Museo Del Prado, Pasolini, Primavera, Salo, Uffizi on December 24, 2011 by Jarrod BoyleMany years ago, my good friend Jonathan Devenish and I dragged ourselves off to see Andrei Rublev at the now-defunct Lumiere Cinema. Continue reading
Intolerable Material Part 1
Posted in Film with tags Gaspar Noe, Irreversible, Jim Thompson, Michael Winterbottom, Salo, Straw Dogs, Vincent Cassel on September 17, 2010 by Jarrod BoyleI went and saw the film The Killer Inside Me’ during the week. It had received a very good review in The Age and, being one of those people who struggles to make up his own mind, I took that as a good enough reason to go see the film. I think I was also curious about the fact that it was an ‘old’ novel; set in the USA of the nineteen-fifties. It’s not often you a see a period-piece of this nature. Continue reading