Now, let me tell you about the time Nicholson
and I were, like those poor souls in Paris, targeted over a depiction of the Muslim prophet.
Scary? YOU BET! Did we survive it? EVANS ALWAYS ESCAPES UNSCATHED.
1972. Jane Fonda
is the hottest star going, and yours truly had just signed her to a nic ne-picture musical deal. Fonda was high on peyote at the time and into Tunisian mysticism, and she demanded that her first picture be a musical in which she falls in love with Mohamed. And I said, ĎBaby! This wonít play in Kansas!í But she just kept banging on her tamtam and insisting on the pic.
So I get the wheels turning on KORAN YOU SEE THE LIGHT
(book and songs penned by Sir Elton John
!), when suddenly Henryís little girl is kidnapped and brainwashed (she brainwashes VERY easily) by a runaway sect known as the Bloody Hand. Well, at this point, Nicholson (who we signed to play the prophet himself
) is fed up. He puts on that Mohamed costume and, dragging poor Evans along, walks right into the Bloody Handís compound! And he says to the leader, ĎThatís right. Iím the prophet Mohamed. And right now, Iím seeing you handing the hippie girl over so that we can blow this joint and I can buy a tajine full of coke.í And they were so horribly offended that they froze!
For, like, ten hours! And Irish just walks right out with Fonda and sends her to a Buddhist guru who re-brainwashes her! We ended up making Barbarella
last great glam
album, Diamond Dogs
, came out not two weeks before this story began. 'Rebel Rebel,' Bowie's farewell to the glam era, peaked in the charts during Death to the Daleks
. The glam aesthetic that had defined the (Jon) Pertwee
era was passing by. Always ill-suited for a recession, the over the top gaudiness
of glam turned bleak rapidly, the distant and detached starmen proving, as we always knew they would, to be egocentric narcissists. In one sense, Pertwee here carries out the course set out for him two seasons earlier — his very own Rock 'n Roll Suicide...Pertwee is here serving as the sacrificial lamb for a cultural shift. The bourgeois egotism of the action man dandy
was fine as the last flourishing of psychedelia. But it's past its time, and some new image must arise.
You're kidding me, right? They made a sequel to Road House
? A movie so bad it actually killed the 1980s?
I'm serious, it KILLED a DECADE. How do you even do that? The only other movie I know that can make that claim is the movie that killed the 70s, Moonraker.
is probably what you would have gotten if you had a slightly nuttier Steven Seagal
start directing films in the early 70′s. The movie had fun action with its titular hero kicking racists in the face and it also had itís Ďso bad itís funny
í moments. Director Tom Lauglinís extreme political views are on parade
and it is hard not to laugh at a person who is to the liberals what Tea Partiers are to the conservatives... For example we get Billy Jack pimp slapping Jesus, we get the hippie lie detector (which oddly enough ISNíT a bong
), and even more horrible singing including an ode to Billy Jack.
...one issue Iíve always had is the Ghost of Christmas yet to come, the Ghost of Christmas Future. No matter the version, he never looks quite right, ranging from a guy with a black sheet over his head (Sim) to a childís first ceramics class experiment (Muppets
) to an oversized Jawa (Stewart
). Itís forever been a pet peeve of mine, that missing piece of the puzzle. Thankfully, after all these years, the puzzle has been solved. And itís been solved due to my witnessing, for the first time ever, a version of A Christmas Carol
Iíve never seen. Itís called An American Christmas Carol
, a 1979 TV movie that may be the most bizarre adaptation in history... Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you this filmís version of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come. Or as I like to call him: THE DISCO PIMP OF CHRISTMAS FUTURE!
Exploring the painful and tragic passage from the idealism and utopianism of the sixties into the cynicism and paranoia of the seventies, Inherent Vice
looks out at the world with an exhausted anger. There is a sense that the film has simply worn itself watching the gradual erosion of the counter-culture revolution, perverted and exploited by the very forces it sought to overthrow...this conversion and repurposing has extended beyond the land itself. After all, Chinatown
offered a fairly damning indictment of the system that sought to control and restructure the literal landscape of Los Angeles. Inherent Vice
hints that this terraforming project has moved beyond the physical realm, and that ďthe ancient forces of greed and fearĒ
have begun an extensive remodeling on the nationís psychological landscape. The American Dream has been rezoned.
That is the beauty (or horror) of all-consuming capitalism, a force that manages to turn the weapons of the opposition back upon themselves.
All those sixties ideals about peace and love can be harnessed in service of the very establishment against which they rebelled.
By the early 60s, Rock n' Roll had been thoroughly defanged, with its stars either marginalized or sidelined; drafting Elvis(h) Presley
into the Army was a definitive statement of intent on the part of the Establishment. Some rock stars like Buddy Holly
and Eddie Cochran
conveniently met very early deaths in plane crashes and automobile accidents, as did Rebel Without a Cause star
(and icon of youthful rebellion) James Dean
. Inert folksingers like the Kingston Trio and Peter, Paul and Mary were all the rage on campus as was a kind of pseudo-existentialist intellectualism. Ayn Rand
was being pushed by the CIA and other agencies as a modern-day guru, and she gratefully celebrated the modern CEO as the highest expression of Creation
...But the esoteric and the irrational were not dead, they'd simply been shut out of the conversation by both the dominant consensus and a brow-beaten mass media. Just as it seemed the new Rationalism would triumph for good, counter-cultural energies would explode back into the mainstream and shake the world to its core. The pressures of a suffocating conformity, the escalating militarism of the Cold War and the sheer, oppressive boredom of mainstream entertainment - along with trickster elements like LSD-25- shattered the staid rationalism of the Establishment and opened more Pandora's boxes than you can count.
I experimented with marijuana a time or two...I didn't inhale
and never tried it again.
I said to my friend Gore
, 'I think I slept through the Sixties
,' and he said, 'You didn't miss a thing...but God knows what you are going to do with the Seventies.
I feel the same way about disco
as I do about herpes.
We live in a very special time right now. At no other time in history has there been such mass disillusionment in terms of reliance on governing functions. Most people donít want to come to terms with that. Itís been proven over and over again that the emperor isnít wearing any clothes, but most people donít like to look at naked emperors.
In 1974, my junior year in high school, I was student council vice president and a member of the Honor Society. I was a cheerleader
and had once again come in runner up in the Miss North Myrtle Beach pageant. That summerI'd also been in the Sun Fun pageant but hadn't won that one either. I lost interest in Cary and fell in love with Jimmy Riddle, smoked pot for the first time and made my dramatic debut in our class production of A Portrait of Jenny
— Vanna White