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Welcome to Pittsburgh!! If you're looking for the 20th Century Industrial capital of Pennsylvania you have taken a wrong turn. We are broadcasting directly into your sub-conscious from the year 1-9-9-9 from somewhere deep within the videodrome itself.  We wear 3 masks here as denoted by the iconography above and below. That of the Cult, Horror and Crime film. Warren Oates is our Patron Saint and Lance Henricksen our Minister of Propaganda. If you're still here then you are already lost within the undulations of cinema madness and you're re-programming is imminent.

In this time of the ubiquitous podcast and nearly redundant blog we know that we are but one stop on the infinite dial of the internet and as such we offer our highest honor; the annual May Day sacrifice of a puritanical authoritarian. With that said, we will be striving to offer both in-depth-analysis of genre films and conventions as well as more off the cuff capsule reviews. A schizophrenic blog for a schizophrenic world. On this journey, if at any time you feel in danger, shocked or threatened please reach out directly to Joe Spinell, Head of our Complaints Department and he'll set ya straight. 

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THIS WEEKS WCUN DEEP CUT

I'm certainly not the first to recognize the connections between the work of Raymond Chandler, specifically The Long Goodbye, and the Coen Brother's The Big Lebowski. The Coen's themselves have mentioned Raymond Chandler as an influence on their film, noting his narrative style allowed for an episodic interaction with various characters across various locations and social strata. Beyond that, the Coen's have been mum about any other influences and like most Coen films, the internet has its theories and analyses, in abundance. The best of which is Christopher Shultz's article on LitReactor that posits that while many critics draw parallels from The Big Lebowski to Chandler's The Big Sleep with the title and labyrinthine plots of both as chief indicators, the real connection is to that of Chandler's entire body of work and that thematically, The Long Goodbye is far more in line with the Dude's journey. Interestingly enough, Shultz goes on to focus almost exclusively on the book and not Robert Altman's film adaptation, which perhaps less obviously informs The Big Lebowski in ways more far-reaching than simple thematics. 

The Coen's are if nothing else, masters of intertextuality, or in creating a dialogue between their work and other works. They have yet to make a film that is not dense with intertextual relationships. Each film, especially early on in their career seemed to be primarily a slick genre exercise with a particularly great ear for the special vernacular of each. The fact, that so often their intertextual games are for . . .

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FEAR & SELF-LOATHING IN PECKINPAH'S 'BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA'

Alfredo Garcia’s head may very well be the perfect example of the MacGuffin in cinema history, the ultimate hook for character and viewer alike. This is after all not a stolen necklace, the great whatsit, Rosebud or Marcellus Wallace’s briefcase but a man’s decapitated head. At the very least it serves as one of the goriest examples of the technique while at the same time functioning as a Rosetta Stone of sorts. Al’s head perfectly embodies the castration anxiety that permeates the film while also illuminating with one grisly image Peckinpah’s allegiance with traditional masculinities will to self-destruct in the face of emasculation.

 

Watching this death trip for the first time, it’s easy to take it as a crude meditation on revenge and leave it at that. However, Peckinpah’s personal life (his losing battle with alcoholism and Hollywood) not to mention the unrelenting nihilism of the film complicate the matter. And when you take into account how much cont…

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