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.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Zardoz (1974)
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Labels: Apocalypse, man vs himself, mustaches, sci fi, Sean Connery, Sean Connery killing foppish dandies, social commentary
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