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The Dukes of Hazzard

Well, it’s as bad as the original show.

I had quite an adventure on my way to see The Dukes of Hazzard. Not only did major road construction cause me to have to detour way the hell out of the way, but I got lost. Real lost. You see, I like to make it to the screenings fairly early to ensure that I get my seat and so I can get settled before the film begins. Well, my terrible direction sense caused me to finally make it back onto the main highway and to the movie theater with just seconds to spare.
Even though I was stressed out from all the heavy duty driving I had to do and pissed off from getting so incredibly lost, it still ended up being a better time than the actual movie itself.
I just want to make two things clear: I know the original Dukes of Hazzard show was pretty dumb and that this current movie remake isn’t meant to be any great masterpiece of film. Also, after seeing Wedding Crashers and enjoying the hell out of it, I’ve been trying to open my mind a little and give stupid comedies more of a chance.
I tried. Dukes of Hazzard just didn’t cut it.
In redneck Hazzard County in Georgia, Bo and Luke Duke (played by Sean William Scott and Johnny Knoxville, respectively) are just a couple of good ol’ boys runnin’ moonshine deliveries for their uncle Jessie (Willie Nelson). They get harassed by Boss Hogg (Burt Reynolds) and his lackey Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane (M.C. Gainey), who hate the Duke boys for all of their wacky shenanigans and also don’t want them to win some lame car race with their famous General Lee.
There’s some stuff with a stupid Nascar driver, played by a guy who is seriously trying to do his best impersonation of Ben Stiller’s character from Dodge Ball, which is pathetic. He ends up being a front for some evil doings that Hogg attempts to orchestrate that will screw over the fine citizens of Hazzard County and our boys must save the day by foiling his plans. It’s like a feature-length version of one of the old episodes, just with more profanity and close-ups of Daisy’s ass.
Oh yeah, Jessica Simpson plays Daisy Duke, the boys’ hot cousin, whose purpose in this movie is solely to lure cops away from their duties with a shake of her ass… like at least four times… the same exact thing throughout the movie… again and again… you get it. It’s not like Catherine Bach’s role in the original series served any other purpose, but Jessica Simpson really has no other reason for being in this movie except to titillate drooling males in the audience and give horny teens a boner.
Look, I like hot chicks. But I guess what rubbed me the wrong way was that the audience actually applauded a close-up of Simpson’s ass. Also, every time she came on the screen the frat boy next to me said either “God” or “Jesus Christ” as if he was about to have to go to the bathroom and check his pants. Anyway, I guess I’m a fool for expecting someone on the big screen to actually have to act for her multi-million dollar reward. Silly me!
Ok, now that I’ve made it over the hurdle of Jessica Simpson’s ass, I can talk a bit about the films shortcomings. Knoxville, Scott, Simpson, and even Burt Reynolds can’t do a southern accent to save their lives and it was distracting. Also, the original Duke boys were supposed to be naive and goofy in a charming way, but Knoxville and Scott are not very convincing. It’s hard to see them as being good ol’ boys that don’t mean to do no harm. Instead, they just end up seeming slightly retarded.
For some reason, they decided to make Roscoe a dour, serious, menacing kind of guy instead of the bumbling, stuttering, idiot that he was in the original show. Now that I think of it, Burt doesn’t really do a bumbling Boss Hogg either and there isn’t much comedy that comes from them. They just show up in scenes looking ridiculous and twirling their mustaches and then their plans get foiled. It’s just kind of static. Sure the original show was corny, but at least it wasn’t boring.
Unfortunately, Willie Nelson is absolutely wasted in this movie (pun intended). Even though he does get out a couple of good lines (and he does have natural charisma… he’s fucking Willie Nelson for chrissakes !), he mainly just appears in scenes rattling off a sting of goofy old jokes for no good reason. Well, I guess the man got a pretty good paycheck for his efforts.
One last thing… I must address a totally stupid and pointless scene in the movie that kind of reveals the fundamental weakness in reviving this old idea for a modern movie. At one point the guys have to drive to Atlanta to get a core sample analyzed (don’t ask). When they get to the big city people start flipping them off and giving them a hard time about being rednecks. Then they stop in a “bad neighborhood” and a group of “gangstas” threaten to kill them for the confederate flag on the top of the General Lee. The boys act very innocent and are confused because Cooter painted the flag on the car without them knowing it.
What is the point of this? Are they trying to make a half-assed apology for the supposed racism that was found in the original show? The Dukes of Hazzard series was made at a time when it was easy to get away with things that today would seem insensitive to certain audiences. The movie, however, makes no improvement on the show and wallows in the same retardation that plagued the series. After watching the new version of The Dukes of Hazzard I’m convinced that it should have remained squarely in the era from which it came.

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Hardcore

Girls, Drugs, and Guns. Now how about a point?

As a fan of 60’s and 70’s exploitation flicks, it really bums me out when a movie makes naked nubile beauties snorting coke, turning tricks, and blowing people’s brains out unappealing. 2004’s Greek powerhouse of style attempting to masquerade as substance, Hardcore, is just that film.
No really, kiddies, I’m just kidding. Sex, drugs, and violence are bad and shouldn’t be celebrated in film. Well, that is unless they are presented in a fun manner. Hardcore is not fun. It’s not really even that entertaining. And for the trench coat faction of you out there it’s not even very erotic. It just kind of sits there like a million other pretentious arty films that wallow in sensational topics just to get attention but offer little in story or substance.
Well, at least the chicks are hot.

Hardcore follows two teenage prostitutes in Athens, Nadia (Katerina Tsavalou) and Martha (Danae Skiadi), who fall in love with each other (even though they both have fellow prostitute boyfriends), kill their pimp, blame it on one of the boyfriends, and go off together as Nadia becomes a famous TV star and model. The ups and downs of their twisted relationship are explored while Nadia, who is the “bad girl” of the two, screws her way up the corporate entertainment ladder and Martha declines into a life of drug abuse and depression. Some sort of redemption supposedly takes place at the end, but it beats me what that is.

It’s kind of unfortunate that the story is so silly and pointless because the look of the film is great. Hardcore is director DennisIliadis’s first feature film and he does a great job of presenting the world these two live in as a dark, disturbing place. There are a few fantasy-type sequences in which Martha is dreaming of a better life that are really well done but are unfortunately like small diamonds periodically peeking out of a vast pool of foul, slimy, sewage.

Alright, I have another thing to get off my chest: I hated Leaving Las Vegas. That movie was, to me, a nihilistic exercise in depravity that had no point, no redeeming value, and was absolutely no fun. Hardcore seems to follow along the same lines as Leaving Las Vegas, and I enjoyed it about as much. I guess I just don’t get this kind of film-making because Leaving Las Vegas received a lot of critical acclaim when it came out and I’m sure somebody is going to think Hardcore is utterly brilliant. True, it’s visually appealing and clever at times, but it’s ultimately a waste of time.

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“The Lord Loves A Working Man, Don’t Trust Whitey”

Universal is the real jerk on this skimpy DVD

“Whaddya mean you’ve never seen The Jerk?!?!?!?” is the usual response I got when people found out I had never seen the 1979 comedy favorite starring Steve Martin. I am slightly embarrassed that this incredibly popular movie somehow eluded me all these years and I am delighted to be reviewing Universal’s new 26th Anniversary Edition DVD for you loyal Razorfine readers.
Unfortunately, any promise the words “Anniversary Edition” might hold for this disc to be truly special are squelched when one looks at the back cover and sees the near complete lack of bonus features. Well, at least the movie is really funny.

The Jerk tells the story of a very stupid man, Navin Johnson (Steve Martin), as he leaves home for the first time and travels around the country looking for fame and fortune. Raised by a poor black family in Mississippi, Navin hears watered-down jazz music on the radio and is inspired to get out and find what life has waiting for him. On his way he works at a gas station for Jackie Mason, gets a job with a carnival, falls in love with Burnadette Peters, and invents an eyeglass apparatus that makes him a millionaire. Throughout all of this, Navin never gets any smarter, and his stupidity finally leads him to losing his entire fortune.

Martin plays the idiot brilliantly in his first starring role in a feature film. He also had a hand in the writing of the screenplay, which combined with his expert comedy timing and delivery make the film an incredibly goofy, funny viewing experience.

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