not sure if i ever posted this before
but when you're feeling like being online you have to take advantage of said fact. a friend of mine and i used to do a silly movie review thing, this was one of my picks--of course, right?
hope you enjoy, it's extremely goofy writing--much as the writing for this film was.
new paddy movie, everyone!
this one is called trespasses, or omen of evil, or finding katy. be forewarned that i'm going to make it sound a lot better than it is.
it was a great film in that the paddy gets all rugged (i.e. messy, which is to say mussy hair and a scruffy beard) looking in it; and has a sort of mental breakdown, but it was also great in that it had a ton of extreme perversion possiblities in it as he is a lonely religious widower whose only friend and relation is his daughter.
sigh. always the same shit with me. you could set your watch by me, or something. mixed metaphors. whatever.
the daughter, who is preternaturally stupid, goes off and leaves her father to join a commune where she gets raped by the sleazy mustachioed guru. this would perhaps be hot if the guru was good looking, but he is terribly unattractive (NOT VERY PC ARE WE VIVI) and so it makes things unpleasant. into the bargain, she sticks around even though the paddy has pleaded with her in her bedroom (!) one night to please return to him, which she proceeds not to do by going and joining up with some disgusting sheep-shearing perverts. she finds out she's pregnant after the rape, so she goes back to the commune and tells the guru that 'the kid is not yours and it's not mine either' and what the fuck does that mean in communal terms, is it like the immaculate conception or something and then all of a sudden someone busts in and chops the guy's head off with an axe and momentarily the movie turns all splattery and i was like hmmm could it get good?
anyhow, the paddy has some sort of weirdo religious breakdown/mania and acts increasingly weird to her once she does get back. she cleans him up and whatnot though and he seems happy. meanwhile, the new zealand cops are ineffectual and stupid about the axe murder and i'd just like to add that in toto i would say that the paddy is probably in this film for approximately twenty minutes which is kind of suck but what can you do. at any rate, once he realizes she's been raped, the paddy starts to view her as an unclean whore.
i found this to be either an extremely odd or particularly telling choice of role to take. i mean, new zealand? no one is forcing you to go to new zealand for this very unusual film, right? peter falk could have gotten him something, i'm sure. anyhow.
he hides her out in this church and he's got a cross and a bible and a clean dress for her and he's also got a rolled up napkin. if you have to ask what's in the fucking napkin, you need to turn in your movie watcher's card, but i digress. it turns into a sort of abraham vs. god kind of deal, only the paddy is all too willing to kill his daughter, and her unborn kid. because she's unclean. anyhow, the last seventeen minutes of this thing creep by like fucking molasses and there's not really anything happening except the paddy stalking around all glittery and crazy eyed and the chick like stumbling over new zealand trying to get away only it doesn't seem too tough and then they lure him into a police car and FIN.
what did this have to recommend it?
well, it has the paddy. this is generally reason enough for me to give something 10/10 because of sheer obsessiveness, but it also had a creepy vibe that might only be because of the fact that i'm a fucking sicko, seeing as how i distinctly noted editing that certainly made it appear that the paddy's feelings are not solely fatherly, etc. he did get messy looking in it, but he also looks messy in the hard way, which is a better movie by times about eighteen billion thousands so this isn't much either.
i guess the p thought it would be fun to play a guy who was a religious fanatic, since i don't believe that he had any real love for the catholic church or indeed any organized religion in its traditional form and probably wanted to stick it to them just as he did when he played george bernard shaw in the best of friends but i digress in that the real reason for me to watch this dreck was to make me feel screamy, which my husband can attest to.
i would also like to note that my paddy obsession has been my longest standing obsession and possibly also the most helpful to my brain. when i freak out, i try to think about how the paddy would handle it. seriously. how ridiculous i am.
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alright, loves, i think that's it for today. i hope your paddylove is continuing as strong, as unabated, and as unapologetically fabulous as ever. hugs to all of you. i know i posted this one already, but it's just too cute. even though he's going to like, try to saw her head off soon.
