Control Nathan Rabin 4.0
a column where I give patrons a chance to choose a movie for me to see and write about for a one time one hundred dollar pledge
One of y’all generous weirdoes paid me one hundred dollars to see one of several films that failed to elevate Dana Carvey to cinematic superstardom as a romantic leading man.
Can an annoying little boy’s faith bring his father home safe from World War II? That’s the question behind this perversely non-family-friendly PG-13 Christian family film overflowing with racial slurs and hate crimes.
One of you generous weirdoes paid me seventy-five dollars to re-watch and write about the epic 2011 superhero boondoggle Green Lantern, a flop that has only gotten shittier and more ridiculous in the years since it came out.
Dave’s not here, man!
Sam Peckinpah’s curious, curiously satisfying follow-up to The Wild Bunch is a strange, strangely fascinating combination of haunting elegy for the old west and Benny Hill-style wacky sex comedy
One of y’all generous souls paid me a cool seventy-five dollars to revisit one of the many, many nadirs in Madonna’s film career, the screamingly unfunny 1987 comedy Who’s That Girl
One of you kind weirdoes paid sixty five dollars for me to write about a 1987 teen sex comedy about a 27-year-old stockbroker trying not to commit statutory rape with a 17 year old at the high school he’s hiding out at. Oh well. Still way less creepy than most 1980s teen sex comedies.
One of y’all paid me a cool one hundred dollars to experience the 1977 Japanese cult classic that redefines the phrase “Next level bonkers”
A half century on, Sam Peckinpah’s incendiary 1969 masterpiece The Wild Bunch remains as magnificent and deeply troubling as ever.
One of you kind sadists paid me one hundred dollars to write about 1933’s Gabriel Over the White House, a look at the oft-overlooked positive side of Fascism and dictatorships.