At the very least, I bet they felt more smug. I mean… Right? Isn’t that the point of these types of movies? I mean isn’t it supposed to make me want to crank one out? I kinda feel like that reviewer felt a little smarter after he/she wrote that line in their review. I will say my favorite review comes from The Los Angeles Times who wrote, “…the film’s vulgar premise smacks of smirking adolescents, it’s crude one liners, full of foul language that unsuccessfully try to stretch to into a full-length movie… the movie is a male masturbatory fantasy.” With a synopsis like that, surely this movie was massively acclaimed and won all the awards, right? We spend 70+ minutes of Penelope trying to deal with this unwelcome development. It’s a wise-crackin’ lady in her own right and also picks up the talent of singing. This movie is about a young lady named Penelope whose vagina suddenly begins talking. I’m not saying they were all good, but this wasn’t just found behind the saloon doors of a video store hidden away from the rest of the movies and other customers there with children and partners. This was during a time of “porno chic” – when X-rated and other very hard R-rated movies would play in actual movie theaters. This movie hearkens back to the glory of the 1970s. There is a literal handful of talking genitalia movies. And yes, this is only one of these movies. This is one of a handful of movies that feature either boxes or ding dongs that talk. It is the day that I finally decided to cover a movie that features talking genitalia. I love the essential story of Rock-a-Doodle for instance, while the faux-Elvis window dressing left me a bit "meh." The basic mythopoetic-ness of a owl trying to get rid of a rooster so the rooster won't call the sun appeals to me.And, lo… Did B-Movie Enema finally get to a new pinnacle of achievement. I can't say all of Bluth's films are great, but they're all interesting and worth seeing. In the film, we never see Brutus again (though he's namechecked during the moving of the Brisby home), so we never get the punctuation for the scene, and are so left with a truly frightening scene that serves no real narrative purpose. Brisby has blown her encounter with Brutus a bit out of proportion this is emphasized when we meet Brutus shortly thereafter in the company of Justin and we learn he's essentially an oversized kid. In the book, we're given to understand that, in her anxiety about going to see the rats, Mrs. Brisby meets Brutus in the rats' rosebush when I saw The Secret of NIHM for the first time as a little kid the scene is a bit of mood whiplash. I recall being scared by the scene where Mrs. (Seriously, they say "a bit NSFW", but steel yourself regardless.)īluth films could have some genuinely frightening moments. In any case, I want to see where this goes! In a weird fusion cocktail between Greek mythology, Christian lore, and cyberpunk, a nymph named Ingenue is separated from her beau Zeus and their floating Adam & Eve-like utopia called Olympus and plunged literally headfirst into a bustling cyberpunkian city aptly called Nymphopolis (called so because it's literally shaped like a lady), where women are confined to "a very special fate." Of course, Ingenue isn't going to take this sitting down, so she quests an epic quest against the totalitarianism and a Pantheon of Gods (thus leading into a revolution) to get back to Olympus.if not to get back to the birds and bees with Zeus, then to get some answers regarding that last thing he said to her. It's a trailer for a new French animated series project called Nymphopolis. Heck, the image preview alone might raise a red flag or two.) Woof, anyone saw this? (I'd embed it like usual, but it's mildly NSFW.
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