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Bad Idea Podcast | Episode 33

February 26, 2018
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#33: A Very Merry (And Very Belated) Christmas at Odie’s Video Store Download episode here. Episode Description: This was meant to go out for the holidays, but fuck it — every day is a holiday in Bad Idea Land… Especially when we can have the great Odie Henderson, critic and cinephile and raconteur and connoisseur of all things trashy, giving us nuggets of low-culture deliciousness to feast upon. As he did last time, Mr. Henderson has chosen four titles for…

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Escape from New York | John Carpenter

July 19, 2013
Escape from New York (1981)

John Carpenter one-upped Michael Winner’s fear-mongering, un-ironically fascist 1974 hit Death Wish with 1976’s Assault on Precinct. But if that film implied critique of a police force sowing its own doom through tyrannical tactics, 1981’s Escape from New York paints a portrait of America’s repressed “others” seeking revenge against not only the police, but an entire governmental superstructure. As 1980’s The Fog signified (and 1988’s They Live later solidified), Carpenter is one of the few filmmakers to show a consistent empathy for the working class.…

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Bullet to the Head Director Walter Hill’s Action Poetry

February 1, 2013
Walter Hill's Action Poetry

Today marks the return of Walter Hill to the big screen—with the Sylvester Stallone-starring Bullet to the Head, the director’s first theatrically released film since 2002’s Undisputed. His two-hander action poetry has surely been missed; it’s the kind of tough, taciturn, no-nonsense genre filmmaking that’s frequently dismissed by middlebrow critics and sorely lacking in today’s blockbuster-spectacle-superhero-driven marketplace. Hill, like his contemporary John McTiernan (or Howard Hawks before them), specializes in genre films revolving around professionals doing a “job of work,”…

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