Aftermath (1994)

A heart beating. A woman screaming. Blood.

Such ends the life of a young woman. A young woman we shall get to know well.

There's no dialogue - not just hardly any dialogue, as in Trouble Every Day, but literally no dialogue whatsoever. No single word is uttered throughout the whole movie. Blessed silence, leaving us to Sound and Sight... and Imagination.




Suffice it to say, this is not a movie for the faint of heart. If you like sick underground flicks like that, prepare for a mercilessly beautiful movie - achingly beautiful in its simplicity and exposé. If you don't like "sick" movies... I suggest you find something else to watch together with your bunch of friends on your birthday party.




Aftermath is a brilliant movie that deserves to be seen by a wider audience. Granted, today's audience is made up of kids who would screetch around... but still. I totally approve of this movie. One of my favourites.







11/10 pieces of cloth used for brain tissue.

Lucker the Necrophagous [Director's Cut] (1986)

John Lucker is a murderer, rapist and necrophiliac. Eight years ago, he went on a rampage, during which he killed eight girls with whom he had... uhm... sexual intercourse afterwards (like, two weeks afterwards). He was caught, and transferred to a mental asylum after he tried to kill himself. Due to practically nonexistant security, he manages to flee the asylum. When he finds out that one of his victims of eight years ago managed to survive, he is determined to find her and finish the job. He spirals out of control, as his urges and violent needs become more intense... on a mission.

I don't know what to say, as I have a distinct set of ambivalent feelings when it comes to this movie - mixed, even. Let me tell you why.



First of all, I want to say a word (or maybe a few) about the dialogues. Why the dialogues, cyn, and not the camerawork, or the terrible VHS to DVD transfer? Because, my dear reader, it's the first thing you will notice.

Seriously: It makes you go insane. It's not just that they are abysmally bad, at the same time, they are like some sort of drill that mercilessly works its way into your mind, never ceasing with the pain, never ceasing to make it hurt in new ways.

Insane. Luckily, there isn't a lot of it - most of the people who actually do the talking are not Lucker (more on that later), usually A) nurse (singular), B) nurses (plural), C) radio, D) random living person, possibly to be killed throughout the course of the movie (the probability to be killed in this movie rises if the person in question is female). Lucker? Oh, right. Lucker. Yeah, he does talk. Once or twice. And no, I won't give away what he's going to say, because it's actually sort of...important... to the ...plot. Note my hesitation there. The one before "plot".

You see, the thing with the plot is this:

Originally, the film was much longer, but due to the negatives being destroyed, it has been difficult for director Johan Vandewoestijne to scrounge together the original for a release. Before, the plot was different, with a journalist investigating the main character, John Lucker, before his rampage in the current release. The journalist becomes intrigued by Lucker, and seeks to take up his mantle. Lucker discovers this, kills the journalist, and continues his rampage.

(Courtesy of imdb.com, as usual when I can make you fall into astonished silence with my insights and knowledge of the movies I watch...)

Now that's what I call a cast. "Girl in jogging"?

Now... VHS to DVD. The sound doesn't work out properly (it happens more than just once... or twice... or 14 times...), so you hear people screaming when they're already dead, or clearly see the lips of the actors moving out of sync to what they are actually saying.
Then there's the transfer of the movie. A lot of... black. The editing isn't too good (I am being kind here), and those annoying black screens will go on your nerves as well if you're anything like me. And trust me, I'm a PATIENT movie addict. Technical problems, a bad transfer, lousy sound... usually, those things don't take away my enjoyment of a movie. In the case of Lucker the Necrophagous, these things unfortunately do (take away my enjoyment of the flick I'm watching). It's just too much in order to be able to ignore it.

And then there's the soundtrack. Oh my Gods, the soundtrack.

I watched this together with TF, and we both came to the same conclusion: Someone had gotten a CASIO home piano for christmas, happened to be a friend of the director and desperately wanted to try out his awesome new fun piano. I swear, you can hear it. I had one of those things (and a bigger one a few years later), and I know how addicting it can be to try out those fascinating special effects and sounds. I was there, man, I was there...

Now, the stuff I've said as of yet doesn't make this movie out to be more than a cheap, dirty flick. But it is. Oh yes, it is more than just a cheap, dirty flick. It provides endless amusement to people who like gory, realistic nasty movies (think of the infamous Video Nasties) and are not bothered by icky stuff, slimy stuff (I've said it once, I'll say it again - movies need more slimy stuff), sex with corpses, violence or misogyny. Then again, people who STILL read my reviews probably don't have a problem with that, although their mileage may vary. I know people who have no problem watching a zombie devour someone alive, and those same people will react with disgust when they see a long drawn-out death scene in a movie about... a necrophiliac serial killer.

I approve of the death scenes. They are awesome. Long, slow, painful to watch and hear (for the victim, or people who are less desensitised to violence than me). I like that.

I also like the grimy feeling of the movie. Here, there's nothing pretty. This movie doesn't need pretty. All it cares for is delivering Lucker's way to us, the viewers.

One scene that I especially liked was the actual necrophilia scene. Delicious. He fucks a hooker four (!) weeks after he killed her. Man, that girl is one juicy bit. Full decomposition. Maggots are crawling underneath her foul skin, she's more liquid than solid (I just say "licking scene" - you'll know what I mean when you see it) - I fully approve. I also fully approve of said licking scene. Lucker, Lucker, Lucker... you're not just one lucky motherfucker (see what I did there?!) to have a dame like this to mount, you're also so going down the path to becoming a ghoul*...

Okay, I'm going to skip forward now. It does not become a lady of my age and social stature to... watch this particular scene all too often (and on a sidenote - I could have done with less man-beef and more corpse).

Back to the main protagonist: Lucker.
Brilliant dialogues. "Uh", "Ah", "Oh", "Uuuuuh", sometimes I even detect the hint of an "Ugh". He speaks one or two times throughout the whole movie. But this does not deter from what I like to call his charme and him being full of win. Because, to make a really long story short: Lucker is cool. I like Lucker. I mean, how can you NOT find a necrophiliac, psychotic serial killer with serious communication problems likeable?

After 45 minutes, the movie really clocks in and we get more. More of what, you ask? Well, more of everything. Coolness, mostly. And some light torture and psychological terror (but only light - then again, my definition of "light" may be a tad different from yours).

Enjoyable flick. If you're looking for some movie about necrophilia - I personally prefer Lucker to Nekromantik (1 and 2). Or maybe I just like watching helpless women scream and moan and beg, who knows. *shrugs*

You're warned: Not light fare. But adorable. The only way this could have become more enjoyable would have been a skullfuck. But alas, you can't have everything.


7/10 decomposed heads being forced into the face of a screaming, tied up woman.


P.S.: The final piece of dialogue will either melt your brain, or make you laugh out loud. Just a hint:


...and I invite you to play the game of "Come Up With A Different, Witty Ending Dialogue To Lucker the Necrophagous" as well. Trust me. You will anyways. It's impossible not to do it.



* Leichengifte!

From Beyond (1986)

The Resonator, a powerful machine that can control the sixth sense, has killed its creator and sent his associate into an insane asylum. But when a beautiful psychiatrist becomes determined to continue the experiment, she unwittingly opens the door to a hostile parallel universe... and to the deviant behaviour within the human psyche. With its victims becoming creatures who feed on - and become aroused by - human brains, the Resonator is the ultimate man-made monster. And now something's gone horribly wrong and no one can turn it off!

...or at least that's what my Unrated Director's Cut DVD of From Beyond says. I have to disagree a little bit on the details, but more on that in due course.

First of all, chant with me: Jeffrey Combs! Jeffrey Combs! Jeffrey Combs! Jeffrey Combs! ...etc. etc. pp. ad nauseam. Also... produced by Stuart Gordon, directed by Brian Yuzna... I trust this movie. Call me naive, but I inherently tend to trust anything the two guys come up with. Especially if it features Jeffrey Combs. Or Ezra Godden.

Now, the premise of the movie pretty much is summed up in what my DVD cover said resp. says. The film starts out with Crawford Tillinghast (Jeffrey Combs) activating the Resonator built by Prof. Edward Pretorious (who resides in the building of the Pretorious Foundation, Benevolent St. 666)... and, together with pink light, a nasty, fishy thing appears and bites him into the face before he turns the machine off again, thereby causing the thingy to disappear again.

Meet the Resonator:

A machine designed to awaken the pineal gland to its full potential, thereby awakening a sixth sense - a third eye of sorts, with which one can see into the regions beyond that what is visible to our mere human, mortal sight. Intriguing concept. I vaguely remember that the Principia Discordia recommends contacting Eris through the pineal gland. I doubt that Omar Ravenhurst and Lord Malacalypse the Younger had From Beyond in mind when they wrote those world-changing words, though.
Back to the movie: Of course the experiment worked, and the Resonator opened up a gate of sorts (I am refraining from starting to chant 'Yog Sothoth' over and over now...). Or rather, tore down the barriers between our so-called "real" world and... the beyond.

As a result, IT comes through and devours Prof. Edward Pretorious ("It ...ate him... bit off his head... like a gingerbread man!!"), conveniently by twisting off his head (we get treated to a really nice shot of that later on in the movie).

Dr. Katherine McMichaels (Barbara Crampton), quite a pretty psychiatrist (I like her better in her business-like clothes, but I just throw that in now - later, this is open for discussion and a peer review), takes an interest in Tillinghast's case (who, in the meantime, has landed in Miskatonic Mental Hospital... I was a bit disappointed that it wasn't Arkham Asylum, but then again, I can't have everything I want), as no one knows why Pretorious' body is missing a head and... well, because. I am not entirely sure myself.

Intrigued in Tillinghast's story of what happened at Benevolent St. 666, she orders a CAT scan of his brain. To her surprise (and the chagrin of Dr. Bloch, his treating psychologist), the scan reveals that his pineal gland is of abnormal size (bigger than usual, you morons, not smaller) and actually expanding into his brain, extending to the optic thalami. In simple-speak: It appears to be growing.

We all know what this means: Dr. McMichaels thinks that the experiment actually worked and wants to recreate the experiment. Of course, she needs Tillinghast for this, as he is the only one who knows how to operate the Resonator, now that Prof. Pretorious ...died. The police allows her to do so, as they are more interested in solving the case of the dead man with the twisted-off head than in, you know, preserving mankind and protecting it from evil forces from beyond (hah! See what I did there?!). The usual stuff.

Tillinghast, of course, isn't exactly thrilled, but given the choice of spending the rest of his life in the asylum or doing the experiment one more time, he decides to do the lesser of two evils. Or so he thinks...


Arriving at the Pretorious Foundation, I want to add that I really like the scene in which Combs slowly and carefully, full of hesitation, enters the building, with the number 666 (*starts to sing* ...the number of the Beast... *cough* Sorry, won't happen again. Promised.) slowly appearing. He is literally entering his own hell. Maybe I'm interpreting too much into it, but I liked it.

On their tour through the old mansion, they also find Pretorious' pleasure room.

Me like.

So... of course, they get the Resonator running, and stuff happens. Like... critters appearing. For example: A small critter (he just bit Ken Foree!).


We also get to meet Dr. Pretorious again (with a dialogue that is deeply engrained into my psyche due to a track on one of the This Is Horrorpunk compilations... Gods be damned if I can remember which one it is...). He has changed a little bit, but hey, looks are just that: Looks. Judging someone by his tentacles and deformations is just shallow.


Also, remember: Some people change more than others. And more often than others at that.



Of course, Tillinghast and Bubba (Ken Foree, the awesome and hungry police guy) aren't really for continuing with all that stuff - they proved that Tillinghast isn't a schizophrenic crazy, and thus, there is no need to continue with the experiments. However...dear Katherine is already hooked. She wants to continue and do more experiments.

At this point, I need to point out a, you guessed it, plothole: Tillinghast knows that moving whilst the Resonator is on makes the creatures see you when you're in the vibrating field. He tells the others to hold perfectly still. Of course they don't... but he doesn't either. A little bit stupid, if you ask me. Whilst it may not be a definite plothole, it's definitely something to wonder about.

Back to the plot. Our pretty psychiatrist wants to experiment further - because she wants to cure schizophrenia, as it seems to her that an enlarged pineal gland might have something to do with schizophrenia.

Anyone else seeing some sexual tension here, or is it just me?

We also get treated to the heartbreaking story of her dad, who was diagnosed with schizophrenia and was turned into a vegetable, so she soooooo wants to try the Resonator again. Not because she's hooked on it and turned on by whatever her pineal gland under the influence of the Radiator's vibrations is telling her.

Of course, everything goes horribly wrong.


It's not actually tentacle rape or anything of that sort, but damn, it's still awesome. Sleeping gown-clad young pretty psychiatrists who get touched in a naughty way by semi-melted, metra-dimensional passed on insane scientists. Cool.

And then she's getting hooked on the Resonator's effects even more... which, now, shows us one of its other cool effects: Causing sexual depravity. As according to Magnus Hirschfeld and most of "normal" mankind (be glad I haven't read my new Foucault book yet, otherwise I'd probably start a philosophical rant on that topic...).

I can't really decide whether she wants to be tied to that, or tie someone up.

Sexual depravity, in this movie, comes in the form of looking at beams intended to spreadeagle someone and... dressing up.



...in an outfit I can't decide whether to classify as slutty in the submissive way or slutty in the dominant way. After all, she's wearing a collar.


Also, please agree with me that she looks better when in her business outfit and her hair up. This way, she just looks slightly chubby.

Then again, the Resonator - or rather, her enlarged pineal gland - made her into a sexual deviant, so she goes for the next pretty male she can find. In this case, it's Crawford Tillinghast.


In case you were wondering - he is bald and has minor burns because he nearly got swallowed by a creature from beyond. Obviously, that and his nearly comatose state make him an ideal target for her newly acquired somatophilia.


At which point I want to mention that somatophilia is classically defined (again I refer to Magnus Hirschfeld) as a less sadistic and less "sick" fetish than necrophilia, to which it is closely related (if we consider necrophilia in the classical sense, not in the way that Erich Fromm defined it) - and although I approve of necrophilia, I do not approve of somatophilia practiced on males.

A sombre moment of silence here. Nice gore, though. I knew I could trust this movie!

Humans are such easy prey...

I won't give away how this movie continues. That would rob those of you who haven't seen it of an intense joy that brought me happyful (there it is again, the word I am trying to bring into the mainstream - thanks, Palmolive corporation!). Let me just say that this movie is truly awesome. It's a rare thing for me to stand an 80s movie without getting bored for one single second (obviously, Hellraiser is an exception, as is Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 and a handful of others), and this is just a really, really good movie. I like the camerawork, I adore the soundtrack (I give it an A++) - it's not as brilliant as the Re-Animator soundtrack (my all-time favourite), but still amazing. The FX are solid, there's a lot of gooey and slimy goodness, as well as cool and at times funny gore... what else could I want from a movie? Plus, the plot is not too far off the story by HP Lovecraft on which it was based (please compare to Beyond the Wall of Sleep if you have any doubts).

Plus...

10/10 Miskatonic U shirts worn by a protagonist in a Stuart Gordon movie!

Planet Terror (2007)

Wooooot! That's how I want my movies on days like this: Fast, furious, funny.

First of all, let me say that I want to see Machete actually being made. I'm a big fan of Danny Trejo anyways, and something as ridiculously over the top as Machete ("...brought to you by your friends at the Weinstein company!") would be exactly my kind of movie. But alas, I shall be content with the trailer... and Planet Terror.

Oh man... what a crazy, awesome movie. Let me see if I can sum up the plot for you: A biomechanical gas (DC2, also known as "Project Terror") has escaped from a military base and is turning the inhabitants of a Texan town into zombies. A go-go dancer, her gunslinger-y former lover, a BBQ chef ("Best in Texas!"), a female doctor who is wickedly cool with needles and a bunch of other survivors try to... well, survive and kill zombies. By shooting them, running them over, using a helicopter on them (I am particularly fond of any movie that features helicopters used as a weapon against the walking dead) etc. It's also sort-of post-apocalyptic (or at least it becomes like that through the course of the movie), and what we always knew to be the only possible solution to the Taliban problem is confirmed: The only man who can defeat Osama Bin Laden is Bruce Willis. Yes, you read that correctly. Bruce Willis. Admit it, you all knew it all along.


Which brings me to something I love very much: Cool actors starring in cool movies. We get Tom Savini (as the hilarious Deputy Tolo), Bruce Willis (the slightly villainous Muldoon, full of win and awesome as was to be expected), Michael Parks in his role as Texas Ranger Earl McGraw, Quentin Tarantino as a rapist with a melting zombified penis... gods, I admire this movie.

There's one word to describe this movie: Awesome. A wild and hilariously funny combination of From Dusk Till Dawn, Pulp Fiction and... well, Robert Rodriguez' other movies, just with wonderfully over-the-top gore. Which is top notch, by the way.



Did I mention that the dialogues are witty and at times absolutely brilliant? I had to chuckle throughout the whole movie, and sometimes I was howling with laughter.

Abby: "I also want your balls..."
Guy: "... but I really am quite attached to them..."

...followed by the most vicious looking pair of scissors which is intended to cut off the testicles of the intended victim.

Or when El Wray (Freddy Rodriguez) wants to save his girl, Cherry (aforementioned go-go dancer) during the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse, he is held at the police station.

Sheriff Hague: "Where the hell are you going?!"
El Wray: "I'm going to get Cherry!"
Sheriff Hague: "Fine, but we're taking my car - "
...at which point, his car explodes.
Sheriff Hague: [looking back at Wray] "...I'm riding with you."



Sheriff Hague: "Don't shoot yourselves. Don't shoot each other. And especially... don't shoot me."

Generally, Planet Terror delivers loads of disgusting gore. Take this lovely tongue for example:



Black abscess tongue. All abscesses should be drained, period. They also squirt around goo...


And I SO want that. Carrying around needles under your skirt... awesomeness. Which also reminds me of the fact that we get treated to a lot of good looking, pretty females running around in high heels and short skirts. I approve of that. Verily.

(I know that the "verily" above isn't exactly perfect style, but I just felt like typing something that expresses the feeling of joy that this movie brings me. I am positively rejoicing, and I don't know about you, but I feel that a heart-felt "verily" enhances the act of rejoicing significantly. Verily. *nods*)

Besides being the ultimate movie for my hobby of spotting Tom Savini (AND Bruce Willis AND Michael Parks AND Quentin Tarantino...), Planet Terror also references quite a bunch of other movies. From Dusk Till Dawn is quite obvious... Other than that, Pulp Fiction, Desperado, Kill Bill, Zombie Flesh Eaters (aka Zombi 2), From Beyond ("I am going to eat your brain and gain your knowledge!"... and man, just LOOK at Dr. Dakota Block (HAH!)...), Women in Cages, Terminator, Killdozer, The Thing, Escape From New York... it's fun to spot the references, trust me. Heck, if I am not mistaken, I even detect a Lord of the Rings reference.

The camerawork is outstanding, the pictures magnificent. Rodriguez obviously knows what he is doing (it would be a shame if he didn't), and he proves with this part of the Grindhouse feature that he is one of the best filmmakers out there.


Planet Terror is being made into a truly joyful movie through the small details that are present everywhere - from the actors, to the references of other movies, to the dialogues, to the camerawork, to the wit and conscious cleverness present in literally everything from the script to the way the script is executed on a purely technical level. The acting is brilliant (I can't detect one single instance of bad acting, or even just mediocre acting... then again, this IS a Robert Rodriguez movie we are talking about), the soundtrack is awesome (I need that on CD, seriously), the gore pretty and quite merciless at times... sheesh, is there anything bad in this movie? Not really, no.



Gritty, dark, sarcastically funny and one hell of a crazy ride. I fully approve.

9.5/10 attempts to find Deputy Tolo's severed finger again... followed by the quest for the ring.

Wrong Turn 2: Dead End (2007)

Aaaaaaaah... and tonight, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and ghouls and assorted monstrosities, we are back in the beautiful, scenic West Virginia woods, home to the nice, god-fearing inbred mutant cannibals from Wrong Turn.

To quote my DVD for a synopsis: The ultimate reality show turns into the ultimate in horror for six contestants when they find themselves pitted against hideously deformed and insatiably hungry cannibals... AND it features Henry Rollins.


This is Kimberly Campbell, playing herself (an interesting way to break the fourth wall, if I might say so). You know what will happen to her, right? Right?

Exactly.

And so, the sequel to Wrong Turn starts. Promising and truly enjoyable. I love my unrated redux version. It is pretty.



To quote director Joe Lynch from the commentary track (I like the guy - anyone who says to himself "I want to start the movie with a chick being split in half with entrails coming out of her vagina!" is okay in my book): "This is their walking off into the sunset shot, the movie is practically over now." I could agree, but then again, I would miss out on 96 minutes of gore.

The characters are, for the most part, stereotypes - they seem shallow and over the top at first, but the fact that the movie revels in using these stereotypes and just runs with them makes it ...work. And it works surprisingly good. We get a few bits about the background of the characters spiced throughout the movie, and it doesn't deter from the pacing or violence. We get to know mainly the dynamics between the characters, which is interesting in itself.

Did I mention that this movie features Henry Rollins? Henry Rollins!

Also, I totally approve that, unlike in its predecessor, we have no idea about who will survive and who won't. Trust me, if you know how horror movies work, you will be in for at least... 8 surprises. Okay, at least one. But seriously, Wrong Turn 2: Dead End breaks with the killing conventions. But see for yourself - take a mental note of who you think who will die when and how, and compare with the actual movie. If you can foresee all of the deaths and the survivors and the timing, then I shall bow down to your superior knowledge of horror flicks.



Speaking of characters... Jonesy. Oh my gods, JONESY. Every time he appeared on screen, I had to cringe inside. I was most definitely annoyed by that character... really annoyed. I was praying for him to die as soon as possible.

It has been criticised that Wrong Turn 2: Dead End isn't as atmospheric as the prequel, which is true to some extent. However, Wrong Turn's suspense mainly happens at night. This sequel is mostly shot during the day, in natural, bright daylight. Whereas Wrong Turn doesn't show us the inbred cannibalistic mutants until the end, we get treated to full, clear shots of the family from early on. However, it works for me - what reason is there to hide the mutants? We know them already, to repeat the whole not showing them clearly gimmick from the first movie would have been annoying.

Wrong Turn 2: Dead End also delivers more guts, more blood, more violence... all in all, more of everything. Sure, this is a matter of personal taste, but I like it. Usually, I'm not a big fan of sequels, but this... this definitely tops Wrong Turn. Although I have to admit that I liked the mutants from the first movie better than the family here (with, of course, the big exception of Three Finger. He rules.)... however, I can live with it.

Henry Rollins can stare people into submission.

Because, you know, Wrong Turn 2: Dead End makes me happy.

Something I never thought of seeing, not even in my wildest, most twisted dreams: A young mutant jerking off to the sight of a non-mutant character (see below for a portrait of the inciting sight), creating a relationship drama between him and his sister, who also happens to be his lover. I approve of Sister.

Those boobs nearly destroyed a happy couple's love life.

This is what happens to the boob-equipped lady. Behold - the spine!

Mutant masturbation, relationship drama, brutal killing and incest all in one scene. This pleases me.

What does not please me is Henry Rollins beating up my favourite mutant, Three Fingers, He of the Howling, Ghoulish Laughter.



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the old timer from the first movie! I iz happy. By including him in this movie, we get so much... a delightful twist for once, that explains his presence and behaviour in the first movie, AND an actual origin story for our sweet mutant inbred family of cannibals.



Also, I just LOVE the bonding scene between Pa and Brother. Man, that young mutant is a perfect shot. His dad surely must be proud of him. I know I would be proud... in fact, I perversely feel a little bit of pride. A brave young man.



At which point I want to address the camerawork. It's truly outstanding - some of the shots are dangerously awesome, and all of them are beautiful. I really can't say anything more. Just good. Not just solid, but really good. Light, shadow... beautifully used, and just... I am truly impressed.

Also, we spend the last act of the movie in a veritable slaughterhouse (the family's house). I love slaughterhouses. Especially ones like that, complete with torture - physical AND psychological torture. I fully approve of that.

Preparing the food.

Another funny thing is that Henry Rollins pulls a Boromir* on us in this movie. Only infinitely cooler than Boromir did.

Everyone involved in that movie really did a great job. The acting is good throughout the whole movie, the script is cool, the violence and gore are awesome, the camerawork is at times brilliant...

AND we get a Happy End!

This movie earns the cynsanity stamp of approval. Now I just have to come up with a design for it, and I shall, but not now.

Thank you, Joe Lynch. Thank you for this movie.

9.75/10 incestuous inbred mutant cannibal hunters. I don't give the full 10/10 because I found the cannibals from the first one to look cooler. Oh, and... in case you want to have a character who attempted suicide at some point prior to the movie: Always remember Rippy the Razor!



*If you ever watched The Lord of the Rings, you will probably know what I mean. Remember that scene in which Boromir bravely takes about half a dozen arrows from the Uruk Hai, and still fights off hordes of orcs and tries to protect the annoying little hobbits? He is literally just like a sieve, and still he smashes his sword around. That's pulling a Boromir. And... Henry Rollins. Oh my. He does it so well.