Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Television Shit

I was going to wait to deliver a diatribe about Channel 4s new comedy strand Frankie Boyle's Tramadol nights and The Morgana show, it's the year zero of 'arent we clever? let's be controversial and deliver the worst TV comedy in human existence' Television. But i couldn't; I don't have the vocabulary to explain how utterly unbearably awfully inane and pitiful it is.
Suffice it to say this short version should sum up how truly execrable it is.
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Channel Four Tuesday comedy Frankie Boyle's Tramadol nights and The Morgana show; commissioned by cretins, delivered by imbeciles appreciated by morons.

it's f*cking awful!

The ice age is coming the suns zooming in meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin


Oh gosh it’s going to snow, what are we to do? Fire brigade are on standby and stocks of baked beans are nearing depletion. The snow will chain us to our living rooms unable to walk the few yards to the corner shop, incapable of making it in to work due to the snowdrifts. The landscape will be covered in abandoned vehicles and makeshift igloos. It’s going to snow and the whole of the country will grind to a halt. Here in London we will be hardest hit as the double deckers and wine bars will have no one to man the pumps. Our gastro pubs and Gentleman’s clubs will be like ghost ships, our Organic butchers and tapas bars will be deserted.
The local news carries the story of impending cold weather lockdown with all the gravitas usually bestowed on hurricanes and other natural disasters.
After all we never get snow in Britain so we are rightly unprepared. I shall be hitting the shops first thing to stock up on Pesto, canned soup and London Pride. The nuclear winter of discontent approaches, but I shall keep calm and carry on regardless.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQMfGdvI0so
frost proof
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_b79EoV1AU
snow seen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWLrPlZOVGA
ice ice baby

We Are Marshall

On the subject of sports movie, why not consider We Are Marshall?
It’s directed by McG. It stars Matthew McConaughy. Those two statements alone would make any movie goer avoid this film like the plague. But We are Marshall is a film that like it’s story overcomes the odds.

It’s a fantastic example of the great American Sports movie.

In 1970 seventy five staff and team members of Marshall College football team were killed in an air crash. This left the community of Huntington devastated. This film looks at the rebuilding and healing process and it is very much the under dog story, as Marshall had to draft in athletes from other sports and freshman players in order to assemble a team.

The game between the, phoenix from the ashes, Marshall and Xavier is a heart stopping piece of cinema and pulls on every emotion with glee.

This film sums up everything that I love about sports movies; based on a true story, under dogs against the odds, emotional string pulling and an underlying desire for the team to win.

We are Marshall is marvellous entertainment.

Six years prior to this film, in 2000, a documentary about the Marshal story was produced; Marshall University: ashes to glory and is an interesting piece of movie making in its own right.

trailer

Monday, 29 November 2010

Leslie Nielsen RIP

LESLIE NIELSEN
1926-2010
RIP

Tony DeWonderful

greatest line

My Hit List # 43 Any Given Sunday Piece in inches

The Great American Sports movie; something they do far better than the British attempts at sports movies. Sometimes bombastic, sometimes corny but at their best from The Longest Yard to Jerry Maguire via Slap Shot there is little to compare to them for pure entertainment value. Here is a great moment from Oliver Stone's Any Given Sunday starring Al Pacino

coach
"I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.

Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.

You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is just a game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.

I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?"

Sunday, 28 November 2010

AVATAR TOO FAR

So Avatar is released in a new extended format just in time for Christmas. God help the secret Santa who thinks it’s a good idea to get me a copy.

Even more blue people, even more effects even more misplaced Ecological cant. Avatar is possibly the most hyped movie in the history of cinema. There have been worse films, there have been duller films there have even been more patronising films, but never has there been a more over rated film.

It took ages to make and takes ages to watch, it’s indulgent and dull above all else beneath the self styled amazing effects, it has no heart or soul. This is inexcusable. It tarnishes James Cameron’s idealistic vision of environmentalism. Fern Gully the last rainforest, a children animation covers similar territory with more depth, John Boorman’s The Emerald Forest shows more intelligence and even Return of the Jedi get’s the message across with more passion.

This is an example of a creative person taking himself too seriously. With limited resources Cameron made The Terminator, Aliens was an excellent follow up to a classic and T2 was an action movie par excellence. Even true Lies had a sense of fun. Then pretension began to set in with The Abyss. Titanic was a fair attempt at a modern day Gone with the Wind, and then came the fuss over Avatar.

My issue isn’t so much with the technology, it’s that it comes at a cost; lack of emotion. The over riding feeling you have for the characters is indifference; who cares? A parable of corporate greed or military intervention? seen it all before
The problem is that it made a lot of money and we all know what Hollywood does when they hear the Ker-ching of cash registers; they release more of the same. It’s hard enough getting decent movies with actors, scripts and stories of quality made, as it is. Now we face a future of more CGI more product placement and more bombast.

For this Avatar will have reaped a terrible legacy

"That's the future, more flash less soul"

Saturday, 27 November 2010

RODENT RAGE

They're evil! Need I say more?

VERMIN

A rodent is still a rodent, they're not cute and they're not clever

the big cheese situation


What gets me is that everyone is on Jerry’s side, I mean, let’s face it he’s tantamount to a squatter. He spends his time being a pest and generally making a nuisance of himself. And he’s a thief!
What’s more he attracts other ne’er- do- wells to tip up and share his (rent free) digs. If there’s a stray duckling or a puppy or even a long lost cousin or a young seal Jerry puts them up, and it’s not even his house. What an absolute cheek!

And he's a rodent racist:

I’m on Tom’s side. He always has to justify his position in the household and get’s lumbered with trying to sort out the squatter. His mates take the piss out of him and the neighbour Butch, for some strange reason takes the side of the uninvited guest. So much for neighbourhood unity.

The thieving little free loader needs to be chucked out on his little grey arse and I for one would love to see Tom rid of this pint sized ponce.

One day Tom, one day.

Friday, 26 November 2010

WER'E THE BAND part 3

It was at the 43 bus stop opposite Islington Town hall where we met our singer. The half assed mission statement of approaching the first interesting woman we saw and asking her to join the band bore fruit in the shape of Lee a German girl with an interesting attitude. We simply asked her if she wanted to be in a band and after some pretentious chat about the nature of our musical mission we arranged for her to come and rehearse with us. Now this is in the days before mobile phones, and an arrangement to meet was about as much as you could do.

We had been rehearsing at Halligan’s but following the fallout with Keith, who worked part time there now, we had to look elsewhere for rehearsal space. These were the wandering days. We found a place behind a record shop in Kentish town that was tantamount to a sound proofed shed, a space in the basement of a camera shop opposite the Music Machine Camden (now Koko) and in the basement of Neil’s shared House in Crouch end. We all invested in our own equipment and started to apply ourselves to the task at hand. In hindsight the arrival of Lee as our singer was a bad move. Also with hindsight we would have been better served if I had come out from behind the drums and returned to vocals. A decent drummer would have provided the glue for our experiments.

It’s not that Lee was a bad singer or that she was a bad person. She just became a bad influence. Her presence led to too much talk (or rather pontificating) and not enough action. The band stalled. Rehearsals were counter productive on a bad day and barely worthwhile on a good day. Often we would abandon all hope and pile into a car drive to Brighton and get pissed. If things were getting dull in the rehearsal room we would decide to go to Hampstead for a drink and end up downstairs at Maxwells until the early hours. Musicians block? Then it was off to The Albion then on to
Emmanuels Finchley Road
for a late one. Not the actions of serious musicians.

The thing is that we had good ideas, were serious about music but lacked the dedication needed. We also were not musically proficient enough, except Neil who was and is a proper musician. We had our moments and even bought in another female singer (whose name escapes me) who made up for lack of talent with enthusiasm.  Synthesisers were added and all sorts of avante garde ideas discussed but no real progress.

To be fair we never really got started. We spent an enormous amount of times seeing bands, going to clubs, attending parties listening to music and generally being around the music world but not enough time developing what we had. So we faded out with a whimper not a bang. Still friends though.
The DJ years beckoned.
TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Let them eat fried chicken

Huge job cuts in the public sector are taking place in the UK and, apparently, as a result we face the following

Age of Austerity
Recession
Fiscal squeeze
A bloodbath in the public spending
Deficit warning
Zero sum public finances
A workplace guerrilla war

By ‘we’ I guess they mean ordinary working people. Those that don’t, can’t and won’t work should be fine. They’ll still get their money for fags, cheap liquor and Generic fried chicken.
there is no good news

People getting the chop from their jobs can’t be disguised by using buzzwords. The reality is we are going to see a further disintegration in the social fabric as those who work in caring, vocational areas get axed along with the bureaucrats.
you're fired

So less care means more couldn’t care less. Nice one our leaders!

Mind you the announcement of the Royal wedding has cheered everyone up. No Austerity for the Windsors then, unless of course the Bride’s family are paying for it as is tradition.

miserable

MY HIT LIST # 42 Ana De La Rguera as Vida in Eastbound and down season 2 Episode 1

red
The excellent Eastbound and Down is back, and this time Kenny Powers is in Mexico where he meets Vida.
In order to fully appreciate Vida's charms you need to view the YouTube link.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

WER'E THE BAND part two

Handling the big jets
And so The Action played our first real gig. Because we had ideas above our station (that's youth for you) we had it all worked out.We would have a bit of intro music; Handling the big jets, the instrumental B side of The Members' generic Sound of the suburbs. On clear vinyl no less. At the end of our set we left the stage one at a time leaving the drummer with the final word. All very clever clogs if you ask me.
So it was that we took a nice big crowd with us to Black boy Lane. We had cobbled together some posters and with word of mouth added we had a nice little audience.
The band we were supporting,Chance, stood at the back in their white suits like an Elvis circa Vegas Identity parade. They barracked us during our attempt at a serious performance, but we still managed to do OK. My friend George filmed the event and 'laid it down' on cassette. Hopefully this historical record has been lost in the sands of time, as the thought of seeing and hearing a young me fills me with a certain amount of dread.
And so our first show was over, leaving us all in high spirits (except for our guitarist Keith who, as the most proficient of us, was unhappy) we had the last laugh on Chance as we took all the audience with us leaving a couple of their fans to make up the front middle and back row.
We made our way to Pebbles night Club in Golders Green for an evening of celebration, alcohol and possibly a bit of pulling.Well we got the alcohol anyway.
So this was what it was like to be in a proper band. Rehearsals, gigs, songwriting,getting hold of equipment, sorting out publicity, arguments, boozing; hard work!
It didn't last long though. For me the beginning of the end was a small matter; We used fender amps which gave a clean sound that fitted the sort of music I thought we should be playing. Keith wanted to change to Marshall amps for, what he called "that dirty sound". In hindsight we were quite good and with a bit of hard work and application we could have done alright. Who knows? But the very youthful idealism that got us to this point was countered by youthful stupidity. So rather than work through our differences we split. The irony was that at this time we were managing to put together some pretty good songs. One of them, Clean (one word title again) was recorded properly in Halligan's recording studio. By this time Tony Halligan had split with his partner Heape; going so far as to chisel the Name Heape off of the shop front.We were going to (incredibly naively) send copies of Clean to record companies. But it wasn't to be.
So I went on to form another Band with me playing drums (not sure why, I just fancied it) George on Bass and a new friend Neil on guitar/keyboards, we were called That Group, which I thought was a masterful name. We needed a singer though, and in true Rock 'n' roll cliche style we decided that we would stop the first interesting woman we saw on the street and ask her to be our singer. Which we did!

TO BE CONTINUED...

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

New Jack Swing

"pop music usually performed by black musicians that combines elements of jazz, funk, rap, and rhythm and blues"
"most pop-oriented rhythm-and-blues music since 1960s Motown", since its "performers were unabashed entertainers, free of artistic pretensions; its songwriters and producers were commercial professionals."
Two quotes that perfectly sum up New Jack Swing. The term was coined on October 18, 1988 for a style of music that typified young aspirational black America. The main creator of the sound was producer and performer Teddy Riley and the style was all angular haircuts sharp suits and an affluent sway. It was both danceable and poppie which led to Michael Jackson using Teddy Riley to Produce for him, notably on Remember the time (Jackson's last good record). With it's own superstars like Bobby Brown and R Kelly it's sound became diluted and faced an inevitable backlash for being unashamedly commercial. It was the sound of it's time and reached a peak with the release of the movie New Jack City, it also became the American mainstream sound of the late eighties and hearing it again takes one back to those time. New Jack Swing was a genuine hit factory and it's mass appeal was due to it's unpretentious pop ethic its slick vocal groups and it's clear show biz attitude.
new jack city trailer
some examples;
christopher williams dreamin'
johhny kemp just got paid
johhny gill rub you the right way
guy new jack city
wrecks n effects new jack swing
Hi five I like

Monday, 22 November 2010

MY HIT LIST # 41 Flaming June


Lord Frederic Leighton, captured the tranquility of a lazy afternoon perfectly, or should that be a dreamy late morning. Whatever the time was and whoever the model in question was; Dorothy Dene, the actress or Music Hall star Mary Lloyd are both reckoned to be, this picture is a relaxing moment captured. No amount of familiarity takes away from it's quality.

The painting is paid tribute in a song by Paul Weller on his Stanley Road and it also illustrates the cover of the 1989 album "Waltz Darling" by Malcolm McLaren.

Sunday, 21 November 2010

MY HIT LIST # 40 Gene Hackman

Bonnie and Clyde, The French Connection, The French Connection II, Prime Cut, the Poseidon Adventure, Cisco Pike, Scarecrow, The Conversation, Young Frankenstein, Night Moves, A Bridge too far, Superman, Reds, Under Fire, Target, Hoosiers, No Way out, Bat 21, Mississippi Burning, Postcards from the edge, Narrow Margin, Class Action, Unforgiven, the Firm, Wyatt Earp, The Quick and the Dead, Crimson Tide, Get Shorty, The Chamber. Enemy of The State, Heartbreakers, the Mexican, Behind=d Enemy lines, Runaway Jury.

Gene Hackman is an actor who doesn’t do bad movie or bad acting, great in westerns, war movies, courtroom dramas and under rated in comedy. Hackman is a throwback to the days of Bogart and Tracey he’s a man’s man and an actor’s actor. Making an initial impact in Bonnie and Clyde it was the French Connection that made his name and he has regularly appeared in great movies over the decades. Not as highly rated as his contemporaries, never the less major directors love to work with him. Major Hollwood players also are comfortable appearing alongside him as his style does not detract from his co-stars.

He's played alongside some of the biggest movie stars and has always held his own, Hackman is one of those actors that you know delivers. He is both charismatic and unfussy. a true great.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlzaBi_QxPw
my daddy killed that mule

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjRxdrg9BtU
theres trouble in russia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw2IIU0a9qw
i was gonna make esspresso

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRWowww2lEI
Australia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWjsD7wFYjo
am i some kind of suspect

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Celebrities in Need

I really don’t like BBC’s Children in Need annual telethon. Now before I get accused of being a sour faced uncaring sod like Ebenezer Scrooge, let me say why CIN fills me with nausea. It’s an excuse for Celebrities to boost their careers by showing their caring side; The Charidee stereotype in full effect.

The thought of children globally who suffer can bring me to tears. It’s not right, simple as! But the fact remains that political intervention can alleviate this suffering. A selection of various also rans and wanabees regurgitating Morecambe and Wise’s Newsreader sketch,’ There’s nothing like a dame’ is an offensive punt at self effacing sensitivity. The so called celebrities who appear along side Wogan and company are all there by the finagling of their agents who know that the exposure is good for their careers.

It’s cynical, cloying sentimentalism at its worst.

Some might say “what’s your beef?” and anyone who knows wellyousaythat appreciates my understanding of Children and their needs. Be that as it may, this annual excuse to boost record sales, push for a daytime presenters post or get a spot on Strictly Come dancing is a stagnant exercise in PR.

If that bloke from Hollyoaks, the fellah from the Jungle, The Ex Newsreader, the reality TV here today gone tomorrow chap or that girl from Loose Women wants to contribute to the destruction of global child abuse why not just put their hand in their pocket on the quiet? Why can’t ex newsreaders and Teenage music TV presenters spend some time volunteering?

the horror the horror

It’s all about trying to do what Queen did at Live Aid; rejuvenate a career through the medium of care.

I know personally a lot of people who see injustices and address them in their own way, especially where children are concerned. They do this by going the extra mile in their jobs with children, by giving their time and resources to try to put a dent in the problem. They don’t need a prime time BBC slot to make them feel good about themselves. Maybe it’s because they are not that self appointed icon of the Noughties; the celebrity.

Friday, 19 November 2010

WE'RE THE BAND part one


Being in a band when I was young seemed like the right thing to do at the time, being into music it seemed inevitable. I decided that I had something to say and wanted to give it a go, so I got together with some school friends and we all decided to form our very own band. Thus was born The Racket. I thought, in my youthful idealism and impetuousness, that I would be able to write decent song lyrics and therefore reckoned it made sense for me to be the singer (I felt that I could carry a tune). Keith had an electric guitar and could play it in a semi proficient way, His mate Kevin was a drummer and my mate Gary’s older brother had a bass so bob was our uncle. Looking back I can reflect that having, or knowing people that had instruments was quite common in those days, unlike today when all that’s needed is a microphone and technology.

Keith also had access to Halligan Heape rehearsal studios on Holloway Road
and so it was that after a fair bit of dawdling we booked our first rehearsal session which was a freebie from the Studios owner Tony Halligan; bless him.
That first rehearsal was in a studio that had a piano that had been used by the pop group Sailor on a recent episode of ITV's answer to Top of the pops; Supersonic. Evidenced by it being full of confetti from the elaborate stage performances that were a feature of the show.
A band called Gentry, who went on to become Spandau Ballet, were regular users of the studio also.

That first rehearsal was somewhat shambolic but we managed to bang out a couple of songs and amazingly we never did a cover version, which on reflection might have made life easier if we had. Never the less we managed to conjure up a set of songs over the weeks of rehearsals, that we gave up our time attending at all hours; generally late at night when the studio time was cheaper. Even though these rehearsals usually involved beer and Chinese take aways, we managed to use about 50% of our time productively.

So we eventually had the confidence to do our first gig at the studio. A private view if you will, for friends and our set list included (as far as I remember), the following self penned songs;

Get a face
Trapped
Love product
Not an MC
Cracked
Shatter

As you will see we had a penchant for one word titles (basically we were a bit clever clogs in those days).

We were not bad and the ‘gig’ went down well which led us to book our first proper performance. This was at the Black Boy Pub in Black Boy Lane, where we were supporting a generic white suited pub rock outfit called Chance. It was at this point we decided to change our name; The Action was now our nom de plume.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Royal with cheese

Isn't it wonderful? the news i mean, about William and Kate. The pomp and circumstance. The flags and cups of tea, the hurrahs and bravos.
I for one am fully behind the pair of them. Bless them and all who sail in them. I think its literally a fairytale story.
I wholeheartedly wish them the very best and look forward to a day off work to celebrate in the manner of the loyal subject I am. Yes a day off work to fully show my respect. what other country would let it's citizens have a day off to ce3lebrate, as one, the wedding of our heir to the throne?
Smashing stuff...um what do you mean we are not getting a day off?! We are getting a day off aren't we? Please tell me we are getting a day off for Christ's sake! I mean, we're paying for the honeymoon and the cake after all!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucjFMCQqnoY
wedding daze
wedding daze original version

Thursday, 18 November 2010

FLIP

replace the address and this was all the publicity they did
Original check shirts, college jackets second hand Levis and converse along with 50s overcoats and battered leather jackets that was the main reason for going to Flip. An American Vintage store that was the destination in the late seventies and mid eighties for soul boys, Rockabilly revivalists and stylish people of all denominations. Covent Garden, King's Road and Shoreditch where were they were situated but the place to be was the Shoreditch Branch in Curtain Road

Remember this was when Shoreditch was one of the least trendy places in London; No Chicken Tagine, Mullets, Graphic designers or Japanese graffiti artists. Curtain Road was where all the best stuff was and cheaper too.

Yes you had to have a rummage but if you were patient you could find a nice MA1 flight jacket an original and subtle Hawaiian shirt a Pendleton blousson a Harrington style waisted jacket a lovely webbing belt or fifties jazz tie.

Alongside these goodies were numerous button down shirts, beautiful faded-plaid shirts, the odd pair of brogues, chinos and if you were lucky penny loafers or even an original Van Heusen shirt.

The kind of shop where you could get the gear that you saw in the movies and remembered from American TV and pop music.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAlzg0S51GY
for some the playbook
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dkSnG9Y0Bg
The style of clothes available became even more popular with the so called ‘Hard times’ look; a term coined by the young Robert Elms. But Flip didn’t live to see out the decade. The good thing is that other shops carried the baton forward with these types of clothes. The bad news is that they charged much more.

Those who remember going to Flip will remember a window of opportunity to look good, feel good and have change in your pocket. Individual items abounded ensuring that each Flip customer could be assured of having something different and something of genuine quality; as the legend says “they don’t make ‘em like that anymore”. A far cry from today.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

MY HIT LIST # 38 Pesto


I’m not middle class or trendy, despite what the papers say, but I have to tell you that I do like Pesto. Yes Pesto. I’m not talking about the hand made mortar and pestle organic ingredients River farm variety; I’m talking about the stuff in a jar.

It’s simples, as the Meerkats say; Pasta in the pan, boil, drain, unscrew jar with a satisfying Pkloink sound, bosh it in, mix it , bowl fork, black pepper, dash of Parmesan there you go.

I find a Moretti compliments this quick fix dish, mostly because it has the old moustachioed Italian chap on the bottle.

This Genoa originated sauce; Pesto alla Genovese, is more than a sauce and also less than. It is its own thing. It not only is an easy meal it’s emergency cupboard filler like Baked Beans.

When it comes to a quick meal just say ‘Hey Pesto!’

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Kings of movie sleaze



  1. Easy Andy-Taxi driver
  1. David Kleinfeld - Carlittos way
  1. Dunstan and Dudley Dorchester-School for Scoundrels
  1. Frank Booth –Blue Velvet
  1. Bob Rusk-Frenzy
  1. Joel Cairo-the Maltese Falcon
  1. Bobby Peru-Wild at Heart
    8. = Warren Toomey –Psycho II.
    8 . = Detective Morino –Dressed to kill.
    8  = Manny Karp –    Blowout

  1. Hank Quinlan-touch of evil
  1. Frank Nitti-The Untouchables

Sleaze:- Dishonest, disreputable, or immoral behaviour, especially of public officials or employees

Sleazy is hard to define, but these characters are a mixture of salesmen, Lawyers, Car salesmen, Detectives, Cops, drunks and general sleaze balls.

Special recognition goes to Dennis Franz (8.) who is adept at the portrayal of the sleaze ball.
Hard to put in any order but for me the king of sleaze has to be Easy Andy from Taxi Driver; gun dealer, drug supplier, shirt seller, ticket tout, Car salesman he’ll sell just about anything. The character synopsis sums him up:

‘Easy Andy is a later version of the fast-talking, good-looking kid in
college who was always making money on one scheme or another. In high
school he sold lottery tickets, in college he scored dope, and now he's
hustling hand guns’

Easy Andy at work:

Here's the original script but Steven Prince, the actor who plays Andy, brings some added sleaze with his addlibs on cadillacs and drugs.

ANDY
Dough-Boy probably told you I don't carry any Saturday Night Specials
or crap like that. It's all out of State, clean, brand new, top-of-the-
line stuff.
TRAVIS
You got a .44 Magnum?
ANDY
That's an expensive gun.
TRAVIS
I got money.
ANDY
It's a monster. Can stop a car - put a bullet right into
the block. A premium high resale gun. $350 - that's only a hundred over
list.
ANDY
I could sell this gun in Harlem for $500 today - but I just deal high
quality goods to high quality people.(pause)Now this may be a little
big for practical use, in which case I'd recommend the .38 Smith and
Wesson Special. Fine solid gun - nickel plated. Snub-nosed, otherwise
the same as the service revolver. Now that'll stop anything that moves
and it's handy, flexible. The Magnum, you know, that's only if you want
to splatter it against the wall. The movies have driven up the price of
the Magnum anyway. Everybody wants them now. But the Wesson .38 - only
$250 - and worth every dime of it.Throw in a holster
for $10.
ANDY (CONT'D)
Some of these guns are like toys, but a Smith and Wesson, man, you can
hit somebody over the head with it and it will still come back dead on.
Nothing beats quality.You interested in an automatic?
TRAVIS
I want a .32 Revolver. And a palm gun. That .22 there.
ANDY
That's the Colt .25 - a fine little gun. Don't do a lot of damage, but
it's as fast as the Devil. Handy little gun, you can carry it almost
anywhere. I'll throw it in for another $125.
TRAVIS
How much for everything.
ANDY
The .32's $150 - and you're really getting a good deal now - and all
together it comes to, ah, seven eighty-five for four pieces and a
holster. He'll, I'll give you the holster, we'll make it seventy-five
and you've got a deal - a good one.
TRAVIS
How much to get a permit to carry?
ANDY
Well, you're talking big money now. I'd say at least five grand, maybe
more, and it would take a while to check it out. The way things are
going now $5.000 is probably low. You see, I try not to fool with the
small-time crap. Too risky, too little bread. Say 6 G's, but if I get
the permit it'll be as solid as the Empire State Building.
TRAVIS
Nah, this'll be fine.
ANDY
You can't carry in a cab even with a permit - so why bother?
TRAVIS
Is there a firing range around?
ANDY
Sure, here, take this card, go to this place and give 'em the card.
They'll charge you, but there won't be any hassle.
ANDY
You in Nam? Can't help but notice your jacket?
TRAVIS
Huh?
ANDY
Vietnam? I saw it on your jacket. Where were you? Bet you got to handle
a lot of weapons out there.
TRAVIS
Yeah. I was all around. One hospital, then the next.
ANDY
It's he'll out there all right. A real shit-eatin'
war. I'll say this, though: It's bringing a lot of fantastic guns. The
market's flooded. Colt automatics are all over
TRAVIS
They'd never get me to go back. They'd have to shoot me
first. You got anything to carry these in?
ANDY
Sure.
ANDY
You like ball games?
TRAVIS
Huh?
ANDY
I can get you front and center. What do you like? I can get you Mets,
Knicks, Rangers? Hell, I can get you the Mayor's box.
TRAVIS
Nah. I ain't interested.
ANDY
Okay, okay.


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