Out of the Vault - Mr. North and Wise Blood

Fuck You I'm From Austin Film Talk didn't just start shooting our mouth off last week. I've been writing about films for many many moons. Long before George Lucas threatened to do away with film completely even. Soooo....back in the late 80's and early 90's, I was the Video Detour editor and writer at Detour Magazine in Dallas. You could still access great films at the Inwood Theatre and anything at the much loved Lakewood Theater was fun to watch. I chose to write the video column back when every home had a VCR to try and keep up the fight and not forget wonderful films like the ones you have to drive a thousand miles across Austin, TX to see. That is, if they're ever even bothered to be shown.

Here's the first of many soon-to-come articles I wrote about great films and great filmmakers straight outta the old film vault a.k.a. my Rubbermaid shed out in Apache Shores. I moved aside the original super 8 film stock and workprint for 'Mi Nombre is Rebel'  and the infamous 'The Dicks From Texas' punk rock body parts. And there beneath the cockroach shit was my collection of Detour Magazines that houses these old write ups.

We live in a lucky time where you can access most of these old goodies on Netflix, Amazon and other sites, but also must remember the good old days when you could enjoy a great film in the company of other movie lovers in the dark? Maybe you don't. Back when the movies weren't cherry-picked by some hoi polloi filmmaking royalty here in town. Back when every corner, almost every building at UT, Dobie Mall, the Varsity, the State, the Texas Union Theater threw down good cinema almost every minute of the night and day. This here column is a reminder of those beautiful wonderful days of film when most any problem could be cured in the velvety cold inky black of your local movie house.

Five fucking stars for each of these great father and son shows, or make that 10 fucking stars! Bingo!