"My other program is a Porsche."
Dan Wilga
A SMALL POSTHUMA RETROSPECTIVE
by Stefan Posthuma
Once more, ex-editor and current special non-ST-owning
correspondent Stefan Posthuma could be lured into writing a piece
of scribblings for this issue. Here be it...
A film I recently saw was "True Romance" by Toni Scott. Written
by Quentin Tarantino who we all know of "Reservoir Dogs" which to
me is one of the most impressive films of '93, I had high hopes
for this one. Scott has earned his credits as a slick and high
tech film maker with bigtimers like "Top Gun", "Days of Thunder",
"Revenge" and "The Last Boyscout". "True Romance" is a modern day
tale of raw love combined with ultra violence and a touch of
David Lynch-like bizarre. The choice of Christian Slater as the
main character after the swamp of tears of "Untamed Heart" might
seem dubious but surprisingly, Slater does a good job portraying
a runaway underdog who finds his true love and a suitcase full of
cocaine thrown in the bargain. He plays a single geek type who
works in a comic book store and goes to see Kung Fu films on his
birthday. In the cinema he picks up a blond bimbo hooker, a
birthday present from his friends (played by the baberific
Patricia Arquette). They fall madly in love and in an attempt to
retrieve her stuff from her ex-pimp, Slater ends up with a
suitcase full of cocaine. Gary Oldman plays a wonderfully evil
pimp who first beats Slater to a pulp and then receives a gunshot
full in the family jewels from his profusingly bleeding victim.
This rather cringing scene sets the pace for the rest of the film
where nice Scott-alike shots of empty highways and sunsets are
interluded by raw violence. The happy couple decides to head for
L.A. to sell the snow and make it big. Hunted by both the cops
and the bad guys whose snow they are carrying around, they make
it to L.A. and hook up with a crazed film producer who wants to
buy the shit. Brad Pitt plays a rather comical cameo role of a
severely drugged out friend of a friend of Slater's. In the end
everybody comes together in a fancy hotel and a massive shootout
ends the film.
The problem with Scott is that he tried to make things look too
nice. The deeply violent undertone of this film does not require
a fancy wrapper and sometimes the contrast gets too big. There
are some very good scenes however, the bits where Slater's father
(played by my hero and film veteran Dennis Hopper) gets leaned on
by the mob (Christopher Walken here) and where the ever delicious
Patricia Arquette gets beat up by a hitman are very strong and
seem to jump off the screen at you. Also, Scott pays homage to
John Woo in several places (there is even a bit of 'bullet in the
head' on TV in a motel room) and the end scene could have been
done by Woo himself. Tarantino has won the Palm d'Or in Cannes
with his "Pulp Fiction", a film I'm patiently waiting for, and
"True Romance" has whetted my appetite perfectly.
I always try to seek out the interesting bits of the musical
madness around us these days and thus I found myself in a very
crowded and hot Paradiso in Amsterdam at a Nine Inch Nails
concert. I never saw them live before but from the various and
vivid descriptions from people I was kindof prepared and
expecting something loud and extreme. About two hours later I
staggered out of the place, ears numbed, body bruised and plus an
unforgettable experience. Seldom have I witnessed such an
aggressive and energetic performance, Trent Reznor and friends
sure know how to make some noise. Reznor himself writhes over the
stage while abusing various instruments like keyboards, guitars
and microphones while the other members of the band occupy
themselves with making the most of their drumkit, guitars and
other keyboards. There was one drummer, a keyboard player and two
other guys who did various bits and bobs. One of them, a huge and
evil looking industrial goth looked like he was ready to chainsaw
his way through the audience. Thank god he only wielded a guitar.
I don't know how they rigged the drumkit, but every beat sounded
(and felt) like a miniature earthquake and the voice of Reznor
seemed to penetrate the very marrow of my bones that were being
vibrated by the complete wall of noise coming from the stage.
Half the fun of this concert was watching the trash pit in front
of the stage where various individuals seemed set on slamming,
thrashing, banging and crashing into each other while throwing
their friends around. Arms, legs and intense hairdos formed a
seething mass that seemed to absorb the various items thrown in
there by Reznor like his microphone and his guitar player. I
really pitied the roadie who had to go on stage each time Reznor
dumped his microphone stand or kicked his keyboard over. Reznor
also liked to throw around (plastic) bottles of spa water, one of
which hit me right in the face so I was soaking wet at some
point. After "Head Like a Hole" Reznor started tearing apart his
keyboards, hitting one with the other and after the concert I saw
various people proudly carrying pieces of NIN keyboard.
A totally amazing experience. I am not that heavily into NIN but
concerts like these are just unique.
Less hardcore but still very worthwhile was Senser in the Willem
II venue in Den Bosch. I just heard from them and most enjoyed
blasting their CD "Stacked Up" on my car stereo. Senser is a
crossover band who fuses hip hop with metal and throws in lots of
influences from jazz to arabic to soul. After a little intro they
kicked off with "Channel Zero" by Public Enemy. A most welcome
cover after which they did most of the stuff from "Stacked Up".
The mix of metal guitar, hardcore rap and a small girl playing
the flute is most interesting and these guys make it sound very
good indeed. Worth checking out I guess. A funny thing is that my
parents saw them at a festival in Den Bosch ('popwerk') about six
months before me and I remember my dad mentioning some band which
played 'interesting but loud' music.
There is more music to mention, a lot more. A few CDs are
worthwhile like "Purple" from The Stone Temple Pilots. After
"Core" they are going their own way, the typical STP guitar sound
shaping further. Together with "Superunknown" by Soundgarden it
is riding at the top of the post-grunge wave. "Superunknown" is
just very good, not much else can be said about it. Give it a few
tries, and stuff like "Black Hole Sun" really starts getting to
you.
On a much harder note is "State of the World address" by
Biohazard. Kick-ass hardcore from New York that literally
explodes from your speakers. Such a tremendous amount of energy
and aggression comes from this stuff, it's almost dangerous to
play it in the car. I find myself speeding and driving like a
general nut whenever the Hazard has taken over my car stereo. Yet
if you listen to the music the messages could be called serious.
Well...er...sortof.
Professionally I have been rather busy. The company I work for,
SPC Vision, has merged with another one, Codim, and now we go
through life as SPC/Codim. I work with some people producing
games for the Philips CD-i machine. We just finished some games,
"Steel Machine" - an "Uridium"-like shoot-them-up I wrote - and
"Dimos Quest", a puzzle game not unlike "Chip's Challenge". I
work with some old names from the ST demo scene, Tim Moss (also
known as Manikin from the Lost Boys) does programming, he has
been busy writing a platform game called "The Apprentice", and
Niklas Malmqvist (Tanis from The Carebears) does a lot of
graphics.
But CD-i is not the most wonderful machine to write games for. A
68000 runs the machine at a slow pace and there is no fancy
sprite or blitter hardware. The video processor is nice but
anything that has to do with sprites or shifting memory around
the screen has to be done by the 68000 which doesn't allow for
much technical extravaganza. So it's the classic 2D video games
that we are doing. No fancy polygon madness like on the new and
hotshit machines like the Sega Saturn, the Sony Playstation and
the Nintendo Ultra 64. I guess everybody has heard of Nintendo's
allegiance with Silicon Graphics to produce the ultimate games
machine. Well, they have tough competition, the Sony Playstation
has made many a mouth water with its killer specs. Games like
"Ridge Racer" will come to your TV in you living room from a
small $400 games console by the end of '95. Sega is already busy
porting 3D feasts like "Virtua Fighter" and "Virtua Racing" to
their new Saturn and they say it will be 100% conversions. Damn,
these machines are getting out of hand. I have been to Silicon
Graphics here in the Netherlands and have seen some demos that
made my eyeballs hurt and my knees wobbly. If they can manage to
get even 10% of that stuff in their Ultra 64, the next generation
of gamekids is going to be very spoilt indeed.
There are two others, 3DO and the Jaguar but they seem to be
missing the main event so to speak. Both are impressive machines
but have failed to prove themselves sofar. "Tempest 2000" is the
only game worthwhile on the Jag sofar (some stuff is coming
though, Eclipse is doing interesting 3D on the Jag) and Crystal
Dynamics is doing their best to make the 3DO stand out of the
crowd with titles like "Crash 'n Burn", "Total Eclipse" and their
new one, "Off-World Interceptor". They all rely heavily on 3D.
I guess the only other real contender in this race is the PC, a
486 DX2/66 is a very nice machine. I have seen some most
impressive 3D, "Doom" being a perfect example of a perfect game.
And Argonaut software is developing a 3D accelerator chip that
will be put on the next generation VGA cards. This chip will
enable the PC to do fast polygon processing, enabling those luvly
3D graphics everybody likes so much these days. But even without
extra hardware the PC already performs pretty well. Games like
"Tie Fighter" prove this, and more stuff is coming up that will
keep PC gamers busy for quite some time. I am happy to have one
on my desk and have played and will play many a good game on it.
Back to the cinemas, there are two more films I have to rave
about for a bit.
When visiting my good friend Niklas in Sweden some time ago he
managed to get hold of a copy of "The Killer" by John Woo. Those
familiar with Woo's stuff ("Bullet in the Head", "Hard Boiled"
and recently "Hard Target") will know what to expect. Totally
over-the-top gunfights and extravagant visuals blended into what
I consider to be an unique form of cinematic art. And I think
"The Killer" is Woo's best. It's about a professional hitman in
Hong Kong (Woo originates from Hong Kong) who deep down is a good
guy. He only hits criminals which of course hasn't made him many
friends. During one of his hits he accidentally wounds a young
singer who is almost blinded by the incident. His conscience gets
the better of him and he decides to take care of his victim. The
two fall in love and of course are hassled seriously by the bad
guys and a hardboiled cop who is determined to catch the
gentleman killer. There is a strange kind of desperation and
melancholy underneath this story, Chow Yun Fat who is Woo's
leading man in most of his films plays the killer brilliantly and
whoever created the Manga character Crying Freeman must have
seriously liked Chow Yun Fat's performance. And of course the
action scenes are carefully choreographed ballets of people,
guns, bullets and blood. Hard and relentless but also sometimes
with a smile like the scene in the apartment where the killer and
the cop have their guns pointed at each other while being fussed
over by the killers girlfriend who can't see very well and keeps
offering them cups of tea.
After seeing Woo's stuff you realize how much he has influenced
American film makers. Like Scott in "True Romance" or Tarantino
in "Reservoir Dogs" or Abel Ferrara in "The King of New York".
The latter also being quite a little bit of intense film making.
Everybody knows Paul Verhoeven, the Dutch film maker who drifted
over to Hollywood, made "Flesh and Blood" that was a bit too
hardcore for American standards and broke through with the
uncompromising and innovative "RoboCop". After this he made
megabucks with "Total Recall" and the pussy of Sharon Stone in
"Basic Instinct". He brought a cameraman with him called Jan de
Bont who did his work well, and kept his eyes open when seeing
those directors in action. De Bont has now directed his own film
and it's a smash hit. "Speed" is probably one of the most
adrenaline-pumped films I have seen in a long time. The opening
scenes are enough to leave you sitting stupefied in your chair,
wetting yourself with the Coke from your thirstbuster. The camera
work is intense to say the least and only moments after you get a
breather when the elevator people have been rescued the bus
starts bombing down the LA freeway with a nice load of semtex
strapped to it. A frustrated ex-bombsquad cop played by Dennis
Hopper (yes!) has rigged a bus so when it hits 50Mph the bomb
will be activated and when it drops below 50 again, the bomb will
detonate. It's up to SWAT team member Keanu Reeves to board the
bus and deactivate the bomb. Needless to say this takes a lot of
megastunts and hair-raising moments. The delightful Sandra
Bullock (remember "Demolition Man"...'lets blow this guy') plays
the bus passenger who has to take over the wheel when the driver
gets shot. When the bus finally comes to a rather apocalyptic
end, you breathe deeply but it ain't over yet...
The trouble with these articles that you write over a long
period of time is that there is always something to add to them.
I am supposed to send this to Richard soon so I guess this is the
last entry.
One more film I just cannot get around mentioning is "Natural
Born Killers". A rather psychedelic satire on the American
fascination with violence and the media hype it creates
sometimes. We all know Oliver Stone does not compromise and this
time he has gone slightly mad so it seems. The film seems to be a
cross between "Badlands", "Wild at Heart" and "Bonnie and Clyde",
a disturbing mixture of the surreal and the ultra-violent. A
young couple by the names of Micky and Mallory meet, fall in love
and hit the road leaving a trail of dead bodies. They are chased
by a psychopathic policeman and get caught, escape and ride off
into the sunset. That's about it but the way this film has been
made is quite remarkable. There isn't a few seconds without some
crazy cut-scene in black and white, slow-motion or grating
colours where you supposedly get a glimpse of the rabid thoughts
of the killing love-birds. Headless bodies, screaming people,
lots and lots of blood and other weird stuff gets mixed in with
the rest of the film. If MTV gives you a headache, this one will
have you groping for the Valium bottle immediately. I guess Stone
tries to make a point showing how mad the American media really
are and he succeeds sortof, leaving the innocent viewer with that
eerie 'whattefukwastat' feeling. Certainly the most intense and
violent film I have seen in a long time. Worth the while though,
especially the interview in the prison gave me the chills. And
how coincidental that the original script was written by Quentin
Tarantino. It was severely butchered by Stone but funny Tarantino
trademarks like the bad cop called Scagnetti are still there. I
heard that Tarantino was once ripped off by an agent called
Scagnetti. Since then, all the really sleazy characters in his
films bear that name. So there, a nice little bit of info for
you.
Along the lines of "Natural Born Killers" is "The Wasp Factory",
a book by Iain Banks. A clean, refreshing look into the mind of
the seriously deranged. But this article needs and end.
So be it.
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