Out

Bizarre but enjoyable for the most part, reminded me a little of Lynch, Dupieux or Shyamalan... But with amateurish directing...

Maybe as a drama it doesn't work but as a comedy it's pretty funny; the future-telling-reading through cereals, that native American who started to sing at the randomest of moments, the cow-tongue recipe lol it's pretty funny if you look at it as a comedy

I tried to find a message in it cause it seemed like it had one but I fell a little short there

I think trying to sell it as a thriller calling it Deadly Drifter on some releases was a dumb move, I'm not sure what it is but it's not a thriller I guess it's a art-house flick... Based on a book apparently I imagine the book being a little clearer about what actually was going on in the movie

Anyhows although I never really was able to figure it out and it is flawed it kept my interest

Danny Glover is not in it all that much, this is mainly Peter Coyote's vehicle

There seems to be a point to this movie, but I have not figured it out yet. There is some kind of conspiracy going on, every time dynamite explodes people's personalities change (like a person with multiple personality syndrome) and the ending provides no explanation to what has been happening during the movie. It's hard to enjoy a story if you don't know what has happened. If you enjoy unusual plots that you have to look deeply at to figure out, you will love this movie. As for me, I can do without it.

(1982) Deadly Drifter/ Out THRILLER

Co-written, produced and directed by Eli Hollander adapting from the novel by Ronald Sukenick starring Peter Coyote as Rex, who along with his companion Nixie (O-Lan Jones) escaping and running away from something with the ability to read each others minds who they managed to escape, until they got themselves picked up by a cab. The cabby then introduces himself as Carl (Jim Haynie) and claims that he knows them before he introduces them to the rest of the group including Jojo (Danny Glover). And they go off doing their assignments unbeknownst that some of the group consist of the same kind of abilities.

I checked out this movie from the local library and was intrigued by the plot summary written on the back. That was as good as it got! This film is a rambling mish-mash of unconnectable plots and dialog and doesn't make the slightest attempt to live up to it's own selling points.

How respectable actors like Peter and Danny became involved in this putrid mess will forever remain a mystery. They must have been drugged and kidnapped.

If you're a good, conscientious human being, you will make an effort to buy up any and all copies of this intellectual black-hole and have them destroyed with large caliber hand-guns.

This movie is a true horror.

A number of years ago, I attended an exhibition at a renovated, cavernous railroad terminal which had been made into an exhibition and performance facility. There was a show which featured avant-garde art, films, and the "headliner" was Charlotte Moorman. At that time, probably in her mid- to late-30's, Ms. Moorman, a Julliard post-grad alum and concert cellist, had earlier made a name for herself by playing in a concert topless. She was briefly arrested for this and given probation. (I've always pictured how this must have actually been quite fascinating - since she was a "busty" lady, I imagined that she had to be very deft, and careful, in moving the bow across the strings to avoid injury to herself.)

She had then become described as a performer of the "mixed-media" genre, and as a performance artist. I swear, her performance that day was exactly as I describe (I'll certainly never forget it; my mouth wouldn't close until hours later).

First, she destroyed an in-tact piano. An assistant handed her a full-size sledge hammer, and she beat-the-hell out of the instrument (she swung the tool as deftly as Alan Ladd and Van Helfin swung their axes removing a stump early during "Shane"). Then, the assistant handed her a small, hand-held sledge, with which she pulverized the smaller components which her larger tool had dislodged from the instrument.

This accomplished, the assistant now brought her cello and a very large burlap sack. She was wearing a long dress, and proceeded to lie on the floor, crawl completely within the sack, and draw her cello into it. For about five or ten minutes, she wriggled, totally hidden within, stuck an arm out, drew it back in, and did likewise with a stockinged leg. Finally she played some notes (no more than 5 or 6), and you could see the movement of her bow and the outline of the instrument. What she played was not particularly tuneful. She then emerged from the sack, her assistant took same and the cello/bow, and she took a bow as if she had just completed a concerto. And, she did not crack even a semblance of a smile during any of these proceedings.

I'm not an exceptional storyteller, but I promise what I've just described will make more sense, and be more logical to your understanding, than this movie. Strangely, though, in its pretentious, vague, incomprehensible way, this duo-titled flick holds a weird sort of fascination - as did Ms. Moorman's performance. I advise viewing it, just so you can say you did. I'm not sure I'd give it 5 stars; I'd rate it 4-1/2, but since this site does not utilize "halves," let's call it a "4." And I think its fascination may be a bit greater now, than it would have been in an earlier viewing, since nearly a quarter century has elapsed since its filming.