Meat Is Murder
-or-
Pleased to Meat You
The wily and wry Mad Cowgirl would like to have you for dinner.
BY GREGORY WEINKAUF
Apart from Cat Juggling, I am hard pressed to think up any social taboos not explored and exploited (and splattered) by
Mad Cowgirl, the feral second feature from director Gregory Hatanaka (Until the Night). I mean, Jesus!...er...literally: If
you haven't noticed that Priests Are Bad, you obviously haven't been watching movies for the past few decades, but this
time we've got a doozie: Mr. "Nuclear Wessels" himself, Walter "Chekov" Koenig from the original (and best; happy
40th!) Star Trek, going utterly gonzo here as Pastor Dylan. He's lecherous, he's crazy, and he's just one of many targets
(or are there?) for our eponymous lead, a petite and apparently harmless (yeah, right) brunette called Therese (Sarah
Lassez), about whom this movie is.
Volumes could be written covering the multi-tiered themes of this absurd, dirty, powerful and disturbingly hilarious
movie, and I hope over time the collegiate circuit sees its fair share of term-paper references (please notify me if anyone
writes one called, "On Devastating Misuse of E.L.O."). For Mad Cowgirl is, essentially, what motion pictures were
supposed to be about in the first place, namely, experimentation, exploration -- a window into the collective soul. Indeed,
although it features some snazzy ensemble performances and exceptionally twisted mise-en-scene and montage, Mad
Cowgirl -- Jesus, again -- somehow manages to exist all at once as Post-Feminist Salvo, Grindhouse Trash, Polycultural
Manifesto, Splatter Flick, Adolescent Gross-out, Protracted Music Video, Chop-Socky Extravaganza
and...horrors...Serious Drama? If that ain't a view into a good chunk of society's soul, I don't know what is...
A bit unorthodox, but Busy Writer says: "Stay tuned for full review!"
Mad Cowgirl
Entertainment Value:
Style:
Philosophical Insight:
-Gregory Weinkauf
-or-
Pleased to Meat You
The wily and wry Mad Cowgirl would like to have you for dinner.
BY GREGORY WEINKAUF
Apart from Cat Juggling, I am hard pressed to think up any social taboos not explored and exploited (and splattered) by
Mad Cowgirl, the feral second feature from director Gregory Hatanaka (Until the Night). I mean, Jesus!...er...literally: If
you haven't noticed that Priests Are Bad, you obviously haven't been watching movies for the past few decades, but this
time we've got a doozie: Mr. "Nuclear Wessels" himself, Walter "Chekov" Koenig from the original (and best; happy
40th!) Star Trek, going utterly gonzo here as Pastor Dylan. He's lecherous, he's crazy, and he's just one of many targets
(or are there?) for our eponymous lead, a petite and apparently harmless (yeah, right) brunette called Therese (Sarah
Lassez), about whom this movie is.
Volumes could be written covering the multi-tiered themes of this absurd, dirty, powerful and disturbingly hilarious
movie, and I hope over time the collegiate circuit sees its fair share of term-paper references (please notify me if anyone
writes one called, "On Devastating Misuse of E.L.O."). For Mad Cowgirl is, essentially, what motion pictures were
supposed to be about in the first place, namely, experimentation, exploration -- a window into the collective soul. Indeed,
although it features some snazzy ensemble performances and exceptionally twisted mise-en-scene and montage, Mad
Cowgirl -- Jesus, again -- somehow manages to exist all at once as Post-Feminist Salvo, Grindhouse Trash, Polycultural
Manifesto, Splatter Flick, Adolescent Gross-out, Protracted Music Video, Chop-Socky Extravaganza
and...horrors...Serious Drama? If that ain't a view into a good chunk of society's soul, I don't know what is...
A bit unorthodox, but Busy Writer says: "Stay tuned for full review!"
Mad Cowgirl
Entertainment Value:
Style:
Philosophical Insight:
-Gregory Weinkauf
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