GWAR-B-Q WILL DESTROY YOU

YOU! PATHETIC FLESHBAG! Do you enjoy THE MUSIC OF YOUR OFFWORLD MASTERS, GWAR? YES? Do you also like FLESH CHARRED WITH FLAMES?!?!

This week's GODS of the BOBBLE HEADS is a hiphop special, featuring MC Aspect.

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Geekity Speakity: Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Our crack team of reviewers JMO (Justin O'neill), KMO (justins wife kim) and the Furi (i suspect you know who that is) (pronounced "fury," not "furry") take a shot at Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World in this week's Geekity Speakity.

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CULT CLASSICS FROM DIMNENSION X: Vice Squad (1982)

Cult Classics from Dimension X:
Vice Squad (1982)

There are all kinds of classifications for films based on the reception they find upon release, to include blockbusters, sleepers, flops, and one of my personal favorites, cult classics. Cult classics are films that don’t find mainstream success, but are fortunate enough to stumble upon a rabid legion of devoted fans nonetheless. Cult Classics from Dimension X will examine one such film each week, evaluating both the strength of the piece and the various merits that have inspired some film buffs to memorize their favorite lines and perhaps even model their appearance or even their lifestyle after a particular character.

It should be interesting to see what we find from week to week, as some cult classics are awful movies that audiences enjoy because they’re so outrageously bad, while other cult classics are fine films that were simply overlooked by mainstream audiences. Regardless, the tales should be colorful and the films should be intriguing, so let’s kick this column off by taking a look of one the best cult classics ever filmed.

Let’s talk about Vice Squad, the masterful thriller that gave Wings Hauser the best role in his lengthy career, a role he played to absolute perfection. Hauser is billed third, yet he clearly steals the show as Ramrod, a vicious pimp who is the villain of Vice Squad. Ramrod is a true scumbag, but Hauser is so unbelievably powerful in the role that by the time we reach the closing reel there can be no doubt that this is Ramrod’s story. In fact, Hauser’s lunatic pimp is so dogged and so focused in his efforts that he has become a figure that some fans of the film openly root for despite his deplorable actions and his psychotic behavior.

The picture unfolds during a single night in Hollywood, where the "Vice Squad: of the title is on the prowl. This gritty unit is led by Gary Swanson as Detective Tom Walsh, a 13-year vet of the force who is as close to burning out as any cop could possibly be right before his career goes up in flames. When Walsh comes upon yet another of Ramrod’s victims, he goes to gruesome extremes to convince an unwilling working girl by the name of Princess to set a trap for the demented pimp. Princess is played by Season Hubley in what may have been her best performance, allegedly drawing on the difficulties she incurred in the bitter custody battle with her estranged husband (Kurt Russel) that was wreaking havoc on her life while Vice Squad was shot in 1982. Reportedly, Hubley encouraged director Gary A. Sherman to make good use of her distress during the film’s gripping finale, and it should be noted that she rises to the occasion and matches Hauser’s incredible ferocity during that violent struggle.

Walsh convinces Princess to wear a wire, and before long he has his man. Ramrod vows to kill the double-crossing call girl, and of course it doesn’t take him long to escape police custody. Then it’s up to the vice squad to keep Ramrod from getting his hands on Princess and making good on his promise, but this time the unit’s quarry clearly knows the neighborhood better than they do. Ramrod doesn’t have a bankroll or any technological means to track his prey, but he does know the streets. He also knows a lot of hoods and freaks, people who are either willing to help him find Princess or too scared not to. As Ramrod lights up the night in a suicidal quest for vengeance, Walsh and his men do everything in their power to locate either the deranged pimp or the oblivious Princess, who doesn’t even realize Ramrod is loose again until it’s already too late.

Throughout, Hauser rages across the screen, investing everything in a part that could have been very familiar in another performer’s hands. His zeal and his devotion make Ramrod a vibrant character who threatens to leap off the scream and come charging into your living room. Though Wings has had a long and fruitful career, including a role in Michael Mann’s The Insider, this performance (as well as roles in films like Tough Guys Don’t Dance and A Soldier’s Story) makes one wonder whether or not he didn’t deserve better roles in better pictures than the B-rate cheapies he later became famous for. He’s on fire here, and he is the probably the primary reason so many people hold this little powderkeg near and dear to the heir hearts. He certainly offered a lot to the production, as in addition to his bravura performance, Hauser also performs the vocals for the picture’s theme song, Neon Slime, which is played over both the opening and closing credits. In truth, his acting is far superior to his singing, but the song is interesting at the very least, and Hauser had cut a record, 1975’s Your Love Keeps Me Off the Streets, so he has some talent.

Vice Squad is a very entertaining piece that moves quickly. This is largely due to director Gary A. Sherman, who cut much of the script that didn’t directly pertain to Ramrod’s pursuit of Princess in pre-production. Sherman also spent a lot of time with actual policeman who worked in vice to prepare for the piece, as did star Gary Swanson. In addtion to Vice Squad, Sherman directed Raw Meat and Dead & Buried, both of which are cult classics in their own right. Though much of his later work came in television, Sherman’s early films are well-made outings with tight plots and rapid-fire pacing, leading one to ask the same questions of his career trajectory that we might ask of Hauser’s legacy.

In closing, Vice Squad is definitely a winner, and Hauser, Sherman, Swanson, and Season Hubley all make the most of this seedy journey into Hollywood’s underbelly. I treasure this film, but as an avid fan of Wings Hauser that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Those who are unfamiliar with this brazen performer may find themselves taking an interest in his work after watching this film, but in all honesty this is probably as good as it gets for the man named Wings. If you haven’t seen Vice Squad, I strongly encourage you to do so, as this film is a great example of a true cult classic. It is fun, frantic, and offers a nice alternative to many of the less audacious crime films available to fans of such pictures.

Author’s Note:
This picture also boasts one of the funniest scenes I have ever beheld, an absurd little gem that has absolutely nothing to do with the plot itself. I call it “The Paperclips Scene,” and it centers on an illogical and altogether hilarious police station rant about missing paperclips courtesy of an angry cop who is never seen again in the film. That bit certainly stands out, but Vice Squad is positively brimming with memorable bits of dialogue. Perhaps no line has been quoted by fans of the piece so much as the infamous “$500 don’t get you no El Dorado.” Check it out and you’ll understand, and if you don’t laugh during The Paperclips Scene, you might want to check for a pulse.

Vice Squad Trivia!!!

Reportedly, the film is at least partially based on actual vice squad cases that originated in the film’s Hollywood setting. Indeed, the screen credit for Kenneth Peters is allegedly a pseudonym for the LAPD detective who opened his files for the production.

As Detective Walsh, Gary Swanson utters the line “Go ahead, . . . make my day.” A year later, Clint Eastwood would make the line famous as Dirty Harry Callahan in 1983’s Sudden Impact.

By James Wayland

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DAILY RECORDS : Emeralds, Ryan Adams, Current 93

Emeralds - Does It Look Like I'm Here (Editions Mego)
Emeralds play compositions that, rather than being divided into verses and choruses, start from small, quiet ideas and build up from there. The result is somewhere between the post-rock of Tortoise and the bizarre electronica of Aphex Twin. Enchanting, melodious beds of sound that subtly invade your consciousness.

Ryan Adams - Orion (Pax Am)
A limited vinyl-only release that is being billed as Adams's metal record. That's kinda true, though a significant portion of it also sounds like mid-80s crossover hardcore (think Corrosion Of Conformity). I hear some Iron Maiden too. This is not a serious album, but it's great, and great fun.

Current 93 - Baalstorm, Sing Omega (Coptic Cat)
The term "goth" is frequently abused, but long-running English group Current 93 are quite literally gothic--their minimal, acoustic music mixes elements of horror and romance in a style that feels hundreds of years old. This album is a worthy introduction to their unique and terrifying apocalyptic folk.

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Reef The Chief

Editor's note: this piece appeared in RVA #1 this year. Reef, and his lovely wife Mel, have left Richmond, and we thought we'd re-run this as an homage to their creative spirit. We miss y'all.

A mad scientist fire sculptor at the helm of a covered wagon, an endless engineer of bizarre and twisting copper wire, conductor of propane orchestras and conspirator of depraved dance parties, The Chief is a schemer of insidious genius.

Part General, part champagne, there are tattoos on his skin and sequins on his leopard print fedora, his wagon converts at will into a t-shirt press and DJ booth (yeah, he silk-screens T- shirts too), he carries himself like an American flag; he doesn’t need to wave one. Compulsively clad in contact sport body armor, he leaps around behind the experiential curtain of some of Richmond’s most fabled parties in recent history, pulling atmospheric elements together to create a sensory immersion that transforms the landscape of the events he collaborates upon. Fuelled by Steaz and an indomitable drive to act on his every inventive inclination, his strange creations are produced with prolific zeal, militarily precise design, and an unabashed ambition to manifest his visions for the sake of seeing them brought to fruition. His interest in fire sculptures began in wanders around regional burns (events based around the principles of radical self-expression, radical self-reliance, a moneyless gift economy, and leave no trace), discovering the various installations on display at different camps. "They were really simple, just copper wire. I was drawn to that because it was a machine and it was fire, something somebody built, and I’ve always done construction trade. I was into plumbing so I was already comfortable with the tubing, and going to the burns and seeing that stuff, I realized I could do this. There’s really no precedent for this stuff though, you just imagine it and say 'Hey, this is what I want to do. Let’s make it happen.' And with what I already knew about gas work and the laws of plumbing, you just take that and apply it with an artistic touch. You just bring it into being in the real world with standard technology."

A fire spinner as well as a sculptor, The Chief has not only welded fire toys into existence, but engineered a way to combine his two pyro-maniacal inclinations, creating a backpack for the gas that feeds into burning fans made of Kevlar and metal, and shoots flames like some post- apocalyptic Ghostbuster prop. In his own words; “A toy you can spin but also breathes fire.” The Chief is an integral aspect of the Party Liberation Front, a Richmond based collective that throws events borne of collaborative creativity, fire performance and art, and damn good dance music. An amalgamation of artists, DJs, fire hoopers and poi spinners, dancers and conversationalists, outcasts and utopian existentialists, PLF is like a gypsy troupe that collided with Richmond’s underground, creating a more accepting, radically expressive, spirited vision of human potential and harmony. His fire sculptures are the emblematic idols of PLF, a phenomenon begun with the genesis of Lord Acidonius (All Hail our Fishy Headed God). His toys are spun by local fire troupes, his T-shirts worn by DJs, and if you go out to any event involving fire and art in Richmond, it’s more than likely his ideas will be burning all around.

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16mm, Bill Daniel, and YOU.

Film tramp Bill Daniel is back in the van and on tour with a new program of recently unearthed 16mm footage.