Kung-Fu axe dancing!
Perhaps the subtext is always a combination of wish-fulfillment and genuine perception, but there’s no mistaking Romero’s essential point…
Burstein andMorgen liven up the Ken Burns approach by manipulating those pictures artfully as Evans narrates.
How much of the film is art and how much is some Euro realizing he can make a name for himself by throwing a couple of schlongs on the screen?
Joining Van Damme in the gay parade are gang members who wear mink stoles, sleeveless vests, and more glaze than J.C. himself.
And what about the violence? Interestingly, it is both cathartic and orgasmic.
The film proceeds at a leisurely pace, but not one scene is wasted and each moment is fraught with danger, suspense, and beautiful imagery.
There’s more at work here than a generous slab of man candy.
You really don’t want to fuck with Snake Plissken.
All that we are, then, is how we manage in the face of death.