Reviews

I saw the docu-drama Regular Frankie Fan a few weeks ago. It reminded me of something from the Leslie (I am NOT related to Frank) Miller body of work with the exception that this dealt with truth. Truth of what it is like to be a fan of the RHPS. I feel that for under two hours, including credits, I was a part of a world often spoken of but never seen. Once again, director Mabbutt (Hell Bent for Leather, Dixon Mason and the Temple of Doom, Dixon Mason and the Fantabulous Flying Contraption of Professor Huffenagel)captures on film what most film makers can't: True Americana with humor. If you have more fun watching a studio high concept comedy over this, you weren't watching A Regular Frankie Fan my friend. Oh no, you were not! You MUST check out the Japanese language of Time Warp by a band calling itself Red Eye. I have no idea what they are saying, but in my heart I know it's a party and we are all invited, no matter who we are for those two hours.

A film in the tradition of Spinal Tap, And God Spoke, and Living in Oblivion this film has a decidedly hard edge that those others dared not approach. Scott Mabbutt is an exciting new film maker trying to excise through film as many demons as a Tim Burton or a David Lynch. His is a fluidic style that reflects the same sensibilities of a late-career Spielberg or an early career Scorsesse. Most impressive was the ease with which Mabbutt moved his story and cast (led by the stunning Leslie Miller) from dark satire to humor to the very brink of homo-eroticism. If this film were a video on MTV's TRL the kids would say the following: "It is the big pimpin' bomb digity of all time and it should be number one forever WUUU!" Yes, young people of today, Wuuu indeed! Wuuu indeed.