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Written by James M. Tate / 10/20/2023 / No comments / 2023 , album , bill wyman , charlie watts , keith richards , mick jagger , mick taylor , music , rolling stones , ron wood

NOSTALGIC REVIEW OF NEW ROLLING STONES 'HACKNEY DIAMONDS'

<p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0U9vhePMm3EtfokBgUJerDeCS3Cu-xbWBVQBe-uOAYysPNNE9SitndxFmhTvbGnh6_anPozVJQeJompEu3QgL58ulXaCa41lADr3Qr2k3m589j5epvbRxjA2HpmZWews524KP-8yaaOcDar9qIVuAN5UYB2Xh3_qKlEKJhFQkEn8Iy2ASJkiRg_dW590/s1500/A1fXb71fhAL._SL1500_.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0U9vhePMm3EtfokBgUJerDeCS3Cu-xbWBVQBe-uOAYysPNNE9SitndxFmhTvbGnh6_anPozVJQeJompEu3QgL58ulXaCa41lADr3Qr2k3m589j5epvbRxjA2HpmZWews524KP-8yaaOcDar9qIVuAN5UYB2Xh3_qKlEKJhFQkEn8Iy2ASJkiRg_dW590/s16000/A1fXb71fhAL._SL1500_.jpeg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u> THE ROLLING STONES: HACKNEY DIAMONDS Year: 2023 Grade: A</u></td></tr></tbody></table><p>After several uneventful new wave attempts of solo stardom, many forget or won't admit how good Mick Jagger's third album WANDERING SPIRIT was... leading to THE ROLLING STONES' brand new HACKNEY DIAMONDS, which sounds like a well-produced, finely-crafted progression of a Jagger album done correctly... <br></p><p></p><p>Loaded with familiar guest stars, like original bassist Bill Wyman on one track, the late Charlie Watts on two, and, well... Keith Richards and Ron Wood seem to be guesting throughout... yet without their usual gritty double-ax attack, despite Wood turning in his usual country-rock solo he puts into almost every song since joining the band (that Mick Taylor invented on STICKY FINGERS)... The best songs are as follows...</p><p></p><p><span></span></p>

2023, album, bill wyman, charlie watts, keith richards, mick jagger, mick taylor, music, rolling stones, ron wood

NOSTALGIC REVIEW OF NEW ROLLING STONES 'HACKNEY DIAMONDS'

THE ROLLING STONES: HACKNEY DIAMONDS Year: 2023 Grade: A After several uneventful new wave attempts of solo stardom, many forget or won...

SYLVESTER STALLONE AND RUTGER HAUER IN 'NIGHTHAWKS'

<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHu7vcowNe03e8KYFypDtBikztLYDTqje3uvvMrLKfQvVrhFvMgNjd_nyPlfvg4Tl_kNKy761_vlQ4GOHvBNq_TDldajX6-BAHVvfqQDmQy9yRJW0i_JBNFLBmYxAH4cjzxxsy0IS20ydxkDDuOjfyjP7I-93pcUUPHqXrq0sX3Uhl5fe-v3icr3Adw/s1001/Screen%20Shot%202023-01-14%20at%202.35.33%20PM.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHu7vcowNe03e8KYFypDtBikztLYDTqje3uvvMrLKfQvVrhFvMgNjd_nyPlfvg4Tl_kNKy761_vlQ4GOHvBNq_TDldajX6-BAHVvfqQDmQy9yRJW0i_JBNFLBmYxAH4cjzxxsy0IS20ydxkDDuOjfyjP7I-93pcUUPHqXrq0sX3Uhl5fe-v3icr3Adw/s16000/Screen%20Shot%202023-01-14%20at%202.35.33%20PM.jpeg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>TITLE: NIGHT HAWKS YEAR: 1981 RATING: ***1/2</u></b><br></td></tr></tbody></table><p>In any crime flick, the villain moves into the hero's territory, like, say, in the case of THE FRENCH CONNECTION, which NIGHTHAWKS was originally intended to be the third entry of... and Rutger Hauer as a European terrorist does wind up in New York, with a new face and bright blue eyes (he was supposedly surgically-altered to look like what he already looks like): But the way things turn out, it feels like buddy cop partners Sylvester Stallone (sporting an Al Pacino SERPICO beard) and Billy Dee Williams are actually guest-stars in Rutger Hauer's movie... </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Especially since the film was ultimately cut to 95-minutes, and by the time narc "decoys" Stallone and Williams are called in for anti-terrorist duty, we know more about Hauer's ruthlessness (from flirting with a sweet Catherine Mary Stewart in a London clothes shop before blowing up the place, to killing off the surgeon and a night-clubbing stewardess) than what makes our hard-edge cops really tick... </p><p><span></span></p>

action, catherine mary stewart, cop, eighties, exploitation, hillarie thompson, joe spinell, keith emerson, lindsay wagner, nigel davenport, rolling stones, rutger hauer, sylvester stallone, thriller

SYLVESTER STALLONE AND RUTGER HAUER IN 'NIGHTHAWKS'

TITLE: NIGHT HAWKS YEAR: 1981 RATING: ***1/2 In any crime flick, the villain moves into the hero's territory, like, say, in the case of ...

RIP CHARLIE WATTS DRUMS UP 'LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER'

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sNryVxsTQg6zvyO4hah7wHAaCI2Q6ibil6VMTRUoDMflgDeKl9E59scwyARD_IHO5182I5XJYCfP1DVfjKw1WPigQA9O9Kwt3RqeDsWO85L-YnyHCyna5aECDsrGgXO_fzIatkrhhBt2/s2257/Screen+Shot+2021-08-24+at+7.38.44+PM+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="2257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7sNryVxsTQg6zvyO4hah7wHAaCI2Q6ibil6VMTRUoDMflgDeKl9E59scwyARD_IHO5182I5XJYCfP1DVfjKw1WPigQA9O9Kwt3RqeDsWO85L-YnyHCyna5aECDsrGgXO_fzIatkrhhBt2/s16000/Screen+Shot+2021-08-24+at+7.38.44+PM+2.jpeg"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Charlie Watts in LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER Year: 1983 Rating: ****</u></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Nearing the end of British Movie Month on Cult Film Freak we say goodbye to one of the all-time great British drummers, Charlie Watts, who, like bassist Bill Wyman, had a style of grooving under their band THE ROLLING STONES so the "weaving guitars" by Keith Richards and Brian Jones then Mick Taylor then Ron Wood could intertwine and Mick Jagger can run the show...</p><p></p><p></p><p>And while not as critically acclaimed as Martin Scorsese's Stones' concert film SHINE A LIGHT where only the band is shown on stage without any point of reference, causing an even more claustrophobic and downright dizzying effect than the fact they're giving all the money to Bill Clinton's mysterious foundation... <br></p><span></span>

concert, eighties, hal ashby, mick jagger, music, rolling stones

RIP CHARLIE WATTS DRUMS UP 'LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER'

Charlie Watts in LET'S SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER Year: 1983 Rating: **** Nearing the end of British Movie Month on Cult Film Freak we say...

PAUL LEMAT CRUISES DIANNE HULL IN 'ALOHA BOBBY AND ROSE'

all night, dianne hull, drama, drug culture, edward james olmos, hangout, melodrama, paul lemat, robert carradine, rolling stones, romance, seventies, tim mcintire

PAUL LEMAT CRUISES DIANNE HULL IN 'ALOHA BOBBY AND ROSE'

The Aloha Bobby and Rose vehicle cruising Graffiti style in 1974 When we learn at the close of AMERICAN GRAFFITI that a drunk driver w...

STRATEGIC SIDE-CHARACTERS OF KUBRICK'S 'FULL METAL JACKET'

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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>The Expendable Unsung Heroes of FULL METAL JACKET</u></td></tr>
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The irony of the helmet sharing BORN TO KILL with a peace symbol represents more than Pvt. Joker’s theory behind donning such a blatant contradiction in the middle of a raging war…<br />
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FULL METAL JACKET, the second to last feature directed by the legendary Stanley Kubrick, though hypnotic and powerful, isn’t always sure what it is, exactly, or where it’s going; especially in the middle after progressing awkwardly into Vietnam while all but forgetting the incredible first act at Boot Camp...<br />
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Not only the best part of the film, but a kind of short film... with a beginning, middle and end... starring Drill Sergeant Hartman, played by R. Lee Ermey who, in real life was an ex soldier discovered for APOCALYPSE NOW while living in the Philippines. He provides a more realistic and helpful yet still tough Drill Sergeant in the 1978 Vietnam flick THE BOYS IN COMPANY C,  the first movie to use the peace sign on the helmet. But peace doesn’t sell to everyone…<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>The Boys in Company C</u></td></tr>
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Living up to the FULL METAL title, Adam Baldwin steals the second half as Animal Mother, a hardcore grunt who takes the war seriously, never giving in to the message that war is not only hell, but altogether pointless... And he has a purpose: to kill or be killed...<br />
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Instead let’s center more on a few obscure, underrated performances… obviously not including Vincent D’Onofrio’s Private Pyle, mesmerizing as Kubrick’s lost soul Boot Camp character, nearly equal with the monopolizing Ermy… These particular (originally blogged during Memorial Day) JACKET vets hardly get mentioned, or recognized, for their input that drives the story forward…<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>John Terry as Lockhart</u></td></tr>
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<u>John Terry</u> might look like one of those standard/stock handsome actors that come and go, which he is, usually, but as Lt. Lockhart, head of the Journalist unit during the start of the Vietnam sequence, he’s beyond effective doing what makes up most of the Kubrick war epic (or any Stanley film): that being, long monologues, which probably took a million takes to get "just right." One gets the feeling that Terry's kind of professional actor's actor didn't annoy Kubrick too much... but who knows, only God, about the infamously picky director... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>John Terry on LOST</u></td></tr>
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Either way, in JACKET, through Terry we learn the rules of covering the war, from the inside – what’s right and not right to print so that this unpopular “police action” seems legitimate: not an easy task. When Matthew Modine’s Private Joker questions the rather subdued Lockhart about his safe position, the lieutenant points out the fact he had his ass in the grass, and doesn’t want to go back there. Like Adam Baldwin but in reverse, Terry’s Lockhart sticks firmly to his guns… or in this case, typewriter. As chief of propaganda, and a character probably created to be disliked, he stretches beyond a cardboard cliché and really holds his own in a Kubrick vehicle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Kieron Jecchinis as Crazy Earl</u></td></tr>
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Then, once Joker and a character mentioned later, go from the safety-zone as writer and photographer to where the bullets are flying, a fitfully nut named <u>Crazy Earl</u> gets lost in the bravado of both Animal Mother and a nameless gun-happy grunt who shoots local paddy workers (this stocky, tough-guy actor, Tim Colceri, was originally slated to play, and was in the role for eight months, of Sgt. Hartman that R. Lee Ermy made quotable and legendary) from a gunning helicopter during a completely overblown and overdone scene bringing Modine to the front lines where, still a journalist, a series of interviews not only take place, but take us right out of the reality of war...<br />
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Thus a linear motion picture that had, after the first two acts, potential to equal the Oscar Winning PLATOON, which, though far from perfect and with a subject a bit too close to writer/director Oliver Stone, remains a character-driven vehicle unlike JACKET, that meanders from genre to genre. Meanwhile, a similar looking (of the helicopter assassin) <u>Ed O'Neil as Touchdown</u>, explains strategic exposition for Pvt. Joker as they walk towards the mobile barracks, yet not lasting as long as Earl, played by Kieron Jecchinis, sitting next to a dead “gook,” providing an image that turns the troop introduction into a chilling (if pretentiously so) moment of truth.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>A doomed Ed O'Neil</u></td></tr>
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Also to note, it’s Earl’s long-take frown turned hopeful grin, after blasting a few unlucky stragglers leading to the song “Surfin’ Bird” in jovial irony, that bridges an important gap between strategic battles, kind of like the opening credit sequence of the somewhat underrated <a href="http://www.cultfilmfreaks.com/2013/01/more-american-graffiti.html">MORE AMERICAN GRAFFITI</a> playing the uptown Motown classic "Heat Wave" while (deadly) American Huey copters are flying.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Beginning of the end...</u></td></tr>
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Alas, Crazy doesn’t make it all the way. But his departure gives the boys real vulnerability for the last <i>ultra-violent </i>stretch, making up for the pseudo documentary third-act template that doesn’t always work as Arliss Howard’s Cowboy, a nice guy but definitely not a leader, is put in charge of a showdown between an unseen sniper who can’t be properly located... <br />
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That's until scene-stealer Adam Baldwin steps forward, providing Kubrick his most effective camera movements right alongside: this is where we finally have ourselves a bonafide "old school" war flick hero to root for despite the fact JACKET is... like most anti-war ventures, attempting to veer beyond your typical G.I. JOE cliché barnstorm... a hero-less journey into fear, and beyond.<br />
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And last but not least, photographer <u>Pvt. Rafterman</u>, played by Kevyn Major Howard, a Pluto to the goofy Joker and/or second banana in the second segment…. Actually there are three parts: boot camp; the safe-knit journalist unit full of dialogue and eventually, and quickly, brought into semi-action during the infamous Tet Offensive; and then the full-on Vietnam sequences, not located at the usual jungle setting ala APOCALYPSE NOW but instead existing within burnt-out villages harboring dilapidated buildings reminiscent of war pictures in WWII France or Germany or on episodes of, say, television's classic COMBAT starring Vic Morrow.<br />
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Rafterman is a sort of loyal pup that Modine’s Joker has to protect, although he gets a bit too Gung-Ho, unrealistically rushed for his originally innocent character. But looking an eerie cross of the boy next door and a sneaky weasel, it’s nice having Rafterman there during the “Nam” half, wonderfully catapulted/bookended by Nancy Sinatra’s sexy THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING and The Rolling Stone’s effectively climactic PAINT IT BLACK, which brilliantly concludes the picture after the exhausted survivors sing the Mickey Mouse song as they march further into unknown purgatory that is, or rather, was, The Vietnam War.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u>Brian Jones painting black</u></td></tr>
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<u>FILM RATING: ***1/2</u><br />
<u>TRIVIA</u>: Propaganda chief John Terry plays the famous Bond sidekick Felix Leiter in Timothy Dalton's first 007 outing THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS, and if you blink you'll miss him as he's very underwhelming... not boring with a purpose, like in FULL METAL JACKET: he'd be best known two decades later as the good doctor Jack's dad on LOST...<br />
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The next and last Dalton venture had the LIVE AND LET DIE Leiter, THE FLY original actor David Hedison, who has a deathly honeymoon with the last blonde roommate on THREE'S COMPANY and a hungry bionic shark...<br />
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Meanwhile, Kevyn Major Howard wasn't always so sweet a character... although he gets really angry at the sniper (during a supposedly ambiguous Anti-War Flick, we're supposed to feel for the Vietnamese Shelley Duvall who kills half the beloved cast during the 11th hour): in fact, Howard plays victim to two tough guy legends in two sequels: by Clint Eastwood in the fourth DIRTY HARRY flick, SUDDEN IMPACT, and Charles Bronson in DEATH WISH II, the first thing Jimmy Page did, darkly scoring the picture under Cannon Films, after Led Zeppelin tragically disbanded.<br />
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STRATEGIC SIDE-CHARACTERS OF KUBRICK'S 'FULL METAL JACKET'

The Expendable Unsung Heroes of FULL METAL JACKET The irony of the helmet sharing BORN TO KILL with a peace symbol represents more than ...

Written by James M. Tate / 2/07/2013 / No comments / anita morris , bill wyman , charlie watts , compilation , eighties , exploitation , keith richards , mick jagger , mick taylor , music , rolling stones , ron wood , seventies

ARCHIVE VIDEO REVIEW OF THE ROLLING STONES 'VIDEO REWIND'

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edited down but still seem complete...<br />
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This was really a promotional piece for the Stone's then-new 1983 album <i>Undercover</i> and includes exploitation style Film Noir inspired videos for <i>Too Much Blood</i>
 and <i>Undercover (of the Night</i>), both creatively shot yet trying too hard to push the envelope...<br />
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At this point the band were struggling with both middle age and frustration amongst Jagger and Richards, heading for an inevitable (yet ultimately short-lived) creative divorce: Although the lightweight rocker <i>She Was Hot</i>, more befitting to the band's Chuck Berry-inspired origin, provides the best of the <i>Undercover</i> songs and video, involving the band coming unglued in the presence of red-headed siren Anita Morris, co-star of the following year's RUTHLESS PEOPLE, a comedy film that Jagger would provide a forgettable New Wave title track for, and sporadic 
excerpts of concert footage and interviews are thrown in for good 
measure, making this a pleasurably nifty gem for those rabid Rolling Stones fans who have everything else. <br />
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ARCHIVE VIDEO REVIEW OF THE ROLLING STONES 'VIDEO REWIND'

Stars Bill Wyman, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger & Anita Morris Bass guitar maestro Bill Wyman, with his signature deadpan charm, plays...

Written by James M. Tate / 12/14/2010 / No comments / bill wyman , charlie watts , concert film , keith richards , mick jagger , mick taylor , music , rolling stones , seventies

ROCKING WITH 'LADIES AND GENTLEMAN: THE ROLLING STONES'

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<div>You can't always get what you want, but if you try some time... You know the rest. Because if you <i>need </i>The Rolling Stones performing at the height of their reign, this is what the doctor ordered. But I <i>wanted </i>more close-ups of lead-guitarist Mick Taylor's fret-prancing fingers during his cascading solos (which does happen on LOVE IN VAIN), or Keith Richards playing five chords for the price of one, or Charlie Watts and Bill Wyman keeping it all steady... Instead of the camera glued mostly on Mick Jagger who, although mesmerizing at the helm of this rockin' Texas concert, often makes you forget they're a band. No matter, it's a show you can watch over and over: being that the only other way to hear the boys live during their early-seventies peak is through hard-to-find but worth-the-search imports. But Taylor's solo on Love in Vain is proof that, at one point, The Stones had their own guitar god... which was needed in the late sixties/early seventies guitar god era. Only wish he'd stayed. <u>Year: 1972 Rates: ****</u><br /></div></div></div>

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