Beyond 1974, beyond Richard Nixon, there is only a mustachioed Sean Connery wearing a red speedo. Oh, and a floating head that vomits machine guns.
John Boorman's epic failure is a bloated critique of pacifism, flower children, Plato, and men who aren't Sean Connery. Predictably, the trailer is much more satisfying to watch than the entire movie.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Zardoz (1974)
Posted by William Starbreaker at 4:54 PM
Labels: Apocalypse, man vs himself, mustaches, sci fi, Sean Connery, Sean Connery killing foppish dandies, social commentary
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