Episode 30: Eat The Feet & Roadkill PT 2
Yes indeedy, I howl like the wolf because I is hungry, bloodthirsty and your host, someone’s gots to do it and that someone is yours truly. So, I was putting on my makeup this morning, you know the look, Minger the Merciless, part Ming the Merciless, part Amy Winehouse, by the way, I can’t believe that Max Von Sydow took that role, Flash in the Pan Gordon back in 1980, then again, I absolutely adore him for it. So much of his brilliant career spent making transcendental films like Winter Light and a whole OEUVRE of films with Ingmar Bergman, you know, the only director who could truly rock that baseball hat worn backward look, and of course there was the minor point that some of his films are arguably the best in the world, and not just on a scale of greatness, but films that you watch and the moments, time watching is like the best in your life. I get that a lot. Years ago, I hated leaving the cinema, now I just haunt them….like the victims of An American Werewolf in London. Addiction never dies. But I have learnt to take a massive step back into the realms of the rational, so that I don’t succumb, only to get the DT’s, the prowler comes out and I have to find a colonizer quickly, eat him or her, get the old colonizer detector out, scouring the land, so that I can get my fix of flesh and calm the fuck down, and of course, do the whole nation of Famine Stricken Ireland one MASSIVE favour. All the while sporting my MINGER THE MERCILESS look, with a few blood splats to boot, but hey, I’m not about perfection. I’m about….ehhhh…what am I about….yeah…bloody misconstrued altruism….I mean, ask yourself, is ALTRUISM ever on the straight and narrow? Is it a virtue? Is it REAL…as in keeping it or is it like the hooded claw but not CIRCA Dick Dastardly, not even Penelope Pitstop, the best straight-legged sprinter this side of the Sperrin’s, more Cavey wavey poo, an uber repressed Captain Caveman ready to pop his bally clogs hi. Wow, my nonsense speak is on a roll today. But back to my point. Max Von Sydow. One of my favourite roles of his was the artist in Woody Allen’s Hannah and Her Sisters. I absolutely ADORED HIM in it because I love a talented MISERABLIST BASTARD, whose rants are hilarious whilst also being like the most emotionally exposed, raw and beautiful person in the room. But before that, Ming The Merciless, with Mike Hodges holding the reigns. And why not? Get Carter is a fucking revelation. If he had’ve asked me to play the part, I would have done it for free, as long as I could chew on the odd radom extra, no one would miss them anyway. What am I saying, I love you Max, dead and all, and surely in the heaven made for the truly talented with the best taste ever, and gifted, and you know, hot. Personally, I think that if someone makes the odd clanger of a film, it makes them even better for it, and the bigger and more ambitious the failure, the credit hits the roof in my eyes for your exploding ambition and fearless attack of RISK! HI. And here I am ready to take that risk with Episode 30…wow 30 episodes…of The Vigilante Cannibal Nun As Agony Aunt comedy horror podcast otherwise known as my excuse to talk shite. Today’s episode is called EAT THE FEET & ROADKILL PT 2
