Disasters in the Sun

So, I finally watched Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, which could perhaps be summed up as Werner Herzog DOES AMERICANA if it wasn't even more the story of Nicholas Cage SQUEAKING AND GIBBERING through a sun-drenched noir wasteland for nigh-on two hours. These are both ahem specialised tastes and I'm not even sure that they go great together - the whole film is stuck in this not-quite-pulp hinterland and, well, Nicholas Cage. And I haven't seen the original, which I think was a lot more blood-and-thunder serious about things. But, well, Herzog letting Cage gurn and twitch to his heart's content while steadily pushing the film out into full-on pulp-opera territory is GOOD TIMES as far as I'm concerned. I ... even wrote fic, which is something I may regret in the morning. Ah well!

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