RIP MR HOPPER!

The end is near. When Mr. Hopper died he took another bit of that limited Hollywood resource with him: originality. Famous for acting in famous shit like Blue Velvet and directing Easy Rider, Dennis was an advocate for the off center, the misunderstood, and the just-not-right. But rather than beat the traditional film retrospective over the head, I figure I’d do the decent thing and steer you all in another Hopper direction. Three DIRECTIONS to be exact.


Out of the Blue

In this movie Hopper plays a familial terrorist just back from prison in what one reviewer called, “one of the most alarming heartfelt and believable portrayals of an incestuous family ever portrayed on film.” Equal parts punk rock and white trash, this movie demonstrated Hopper’s manic energy at its best, a sort of undeniable angst that oozes from Hoppers hands, an aura of fear that some of us once knew; that nervous notion that someone we should love is coming home whether we like it or not. A must see…

True Romance

In this not quite known Tarrantino zeitgeist, Hopper plays Christian Slater’s dad, a recovering alcoholic who has seen better days. Living on the tracks in an old trailer, he is pleasantly surprised by his son’s sudden reappearance and in that father-son sort of way, he makes amends for what we can only imagine was a terrible mistake. His scene with Christopher Walken is at the Academy Award level, dripping with apathetic sarcasm and commitment; it deftly transforms him from aftershave covered alcoholic to forever-dedicated father-martyr.

Blue Velvet

I know I said this was an artsy-fartsy piece of overdone shit, but I was wrong. His role as Frank Boothe can be chalked up as one of the crassest characters to ever grace the screen and to go into more detail would be a mistake. Watch this movie! It will ask you to ask questions. Just make sure you are ready for the answers.

Dennis Hopper is part of a Cult movement that is seriously dying more and more every day. Hopper’s death is like a warning of things to come: tapioca flavored Kool-Aid, reality show cesspools covered in brown tanning fluid nick-named “the situation”, and Ben Affleck, oh Ben Affleck, spreading the disease of mediocrity in the form of perfect-looking sexless children all named Bennifer!

We are losing all of the cult in the word culture and replacing it with shocks to the frontal lobe and free prescription drugs guaranteed to make you look, act and feel...just like everyone else. All the while, I scream at the top of my lungs, “WHERE ARE YOU MR. HOPPER!” and can I have another, just one more, “PABST BLUE RIBBON!”

Well Well Well...

So since my life is so damn interesting and since i am so damn observant, I have decided to be a blogger. In this blog I will deconstruct all that you hold dear, gnash at the edges of conformity and sell you on the concept that yes, we would most difinitely be better off with a zombie up rising! Read friends and beware.