Showing posts with label John Carpenter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Carpenter. Show all posts

Friday, November 28, 2025

Big Trouble in Little China

Ageless limitless magical constellations symphonically scintillating voltaic vibes, unleashed sorcery conjured warlockdown inherent conflict improvised strategy.

Delivery scheduled, an outspoken trucker makes his way across North America, treating those listening to random outbursts of concrete wisdom and tough-talking jive.

Exoterically sermonizing on diverse subjects with bold declarations and happenstance harkening, he makes his way to San Francisco where he joins some friends in a night of gambling.

It's a special day for his closest bro since his innocent betrothed is arriving from China, whom he needs to meet at the nearby airport later that morning without further delay.

They make their way to the arrival zone but aren't the only ones awaiting her presence, a troubling group of angry ne'er-do-wells hoping to swiftly steal her away.

They succeed and bring her to Chinatown where she's recruited by a local business.

Avidly sought after by our heroes.

Who courageously seek bold conjugal virtue. 

Big Trouble in Little China is a hardboiled cult classic from a different age, when special effects were becoming less hokey and everyday people where cinematically kind.

We therefore find a compelling example of laidback wit and charming candour, making quick decisions with inspiring bravery even if he lacks esoteric wherewithal. 

It's the kind of campy industrious fortitude classically interwoven into action-packed chaos, that strikes an eternal bedlambience which constructively nurtures wilderness whimsy. 

If the filmmakers involved hadn't sincerely given 'er with monumental gusto the results may have been less memorable. 

John Carpenter habitually excels at encouraging strong performances. 

With exceptional line after exceptional line.

Unabashed and confident.

On down the road. 

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

The Fog

The bounteous coast rests undisturbed as a sleepy town's one-hundredth anniversary approaches, with celebrations planned and local dignitaries convivially extolling its historic virtues. 

Village life exuberantly proclaims distracting designations with robust levity, the festivities raising ebullient concerns regarding flights of furtive fancy.

Nevertheless, on the exultant eve a local priest embraces spirited whimsy, when a sudden shocking burst reveals a diary hidden within his walls.

The tale told within its pages describes scandal and betrayal, in terms of lucrative auriferous booty disillusionally constrained.

Best laid plans were thrown aside as a leprous colony was cruelly cheated, indeed instead of finding themselves a home their boat was led to crash upon the shore.

But the rocks didn't eternally tear the trusting ship forevermore asunder, its reconstitution phantominiously conveyed from the afterlife back to the ocean.

And on the very same date the town was founded it bitterly returns under cover of fog.

Contemporary inhabitants blissfully unaware.

A local DJ keeping them up to precarious speed.

Kind of nice when fog descends assuming you aren't travelling or working outside, the meteorological difference eccentrically billowing throughout the quizzical byzantine landscape.

Imagine the chaos if the definitive border dividing spiritual realms enigmatically decayed, and aggrieved spirits from far and wide universally re-materialized across the land.

Like the ending of Ghostbusters I suppose but trepidatiously globalized for postmodern import, the eclectic confusion and ahistorical equivalencies generating confounding limitless grievance.

It could be like a labyrinthine colossus of atemporal bewildered feuding, the manifold steps in the gothic epic as mesmerizing as any R.E.M spectacle. 

If there was time to chronicle the disputes the resultant absurdity may manifest calm.

A quiet regenerative cross-cultural splurge.

A lot of reading.

For something so dream-like.

*I've almost seen every John Carpenter movie.