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If after looking at the list you are confused then I suggest that you watch some of the films on the list. If after watching at least 20 of the films on the list you are still confused about the concept of what a man is then you might want to check the expiration on your man card because it might be in need of renewal. If you don't have a man card then the best advice I can give you is to find the nearest woman and tell her that you are not a man but you would like her to point you in the direction of the nearest man because you do not know what one is. After she points you in that man's direction, go up to him introduce yourself and tell him you need a mentor. His answer will tell you if he is a real man because only a real man would be willing to help.
Since this list isn't comprehensive, I'm more than willing to take nominations for additions to the list from other users. Just nominate the film and justify why it's manly.
Spike of Bensonhurst (1988)
Never judge a video by it's cover!
In life, just as in boxing there are rules that one must abide by. Despite knowing these rules, Spike Fumo chooses to march to the beat of his own drum. Unfortunately, at times the beat is out of synch with the tune of reality.
Sasha Mitchell plays Spike Fumo; a native Bensonhurst Brooklynite whose grasp out seeds his reach. His father is serving a prison term for a crime he took the fall on to protect a local mob boss. His mother has taken up with another woman in her husbands absence and moved her lover into the house. Despite tall this, Spike has aspirations of becoming a boxing champion/mobster and thinks his Italian heritage is enough to carry him on the road to both. And such begins Spike of Bensonhurst. Paul Morrissy of the Andy Warhol fame directs this picture but try not to hold that against the movie. To his credit, during filming; Sasha Mitchell almost broke his back trying to carry the entire project on his shoulders with little to no avail. But, if you pause step back and look at the story line as a whole; the plot is amazing.
Spike is a club fighter who tries to impress local mob boss Baldo Cacetti by throwing fights. When he sees that is getting him nowhere fast, he quickly decides to get Baldo's daughter Angel pregnant and carve out a niche for himself. As a result, Spike gets him exiled from Bensonhurst. He is forced to move to Red Hook with Bandana (a fellow boxer) and his Puerto Rican family. Things then really start to spiral out of control when Spike falls for Bandana's sister, India and gets her pregnant as well. He finds himself between a rock and a hard place with a pregnant girl on each side pushing both in on him. If William Shakespeare were a filmmaker, this is the type of film he'd be making! It has everything: familial drama, sly comedy, prearranged marriages, unrequited love, crime, and a refreshingly flawed lead character who for once does not have all the answers and is free to make his own mistakes. (But trust me, The Bard would have done a far better job than some washed-up reject from Andy Warhol's factory.)
I believe that this film went wrong in 2 places. First off, there wasn't enough of an on-screen relationship developed between Spike and India. In fact, it seemed that Spike's furlough into Red Hook as a whole was more delegated to comic relief status when it could have been very revealing to Spike's character as a whole. I never felt I knew if Spike was involved with India because he just wanted a piece or if he actually found comfort in her arms. In one scene, Spike stared at India from bar of the club they were at while she was dancing with another man, and you knew that Spike felt a sense of guilt but you never know why.
Secondly, this film without a doubt possesses the worst soundtrack of all time. I'd rather listen to a tape an endless tape of Gilbert Godfried reading the phone book than to pop the soundtrack to this bad boy in my CD player. Trust me, mere language cannot convey how bad the music is. All in all, Spike of Bensonhurst is a film that deserves viewing. It's a film that is a dying breed. Part Anti-Rocky and part Shakespearean tragedy that is largely uneven and possess lots of the drawbacks of both. What it does possess, are enough genuine moments throughout to make you realize that his could have been so much more. Don't listen to any of the negative reviews on this for this film that other people have written. As a matter of fact, you can pretty much throw the positive ones out the window also and make up your own mind.
Fight Club (1999)
If you liked this movie, you're part of the problem!
"I've never felt more insulted, belittled, or talked down to in my life." That was the overall feeling I had as I counted down the tracks on David Fincher's sorry attempt at social commentary. What Fincher chooses to do is present us a line-up of murders, drug addicts, whores, neurotics, and sociopaths and asks us as a culture to identify ourselves with these people. It's a chapter 11 of the human soul and most of the individuals that like this film and give it a 10 do so either because they are one of the characters in it or because they wish they could be. The film's major flaw isn't it's MTV music video regurgitations that seem to be the trend in today's filmmaking; but it's heavy-handed, spoon-fed tone that basically sits you down and treats you like you are childlish and illiterate for a hundred and thirty-one minutes. It hands you a teething ring and a rattle allows individuals to sit in front of a television and put themselves on auto pilot so they can have something else do the thinking for them and feed them baby food. Fight Club reminded me most of those propaganda films that were sponsored by Adolf Hitler and made in late thirties and early forties in Nazi Germany. Not because of their subject matter but because of they were: propaganda. Whether it's Adolf Hitler, Public Enemy, or the Catholic Church it's still propaganda!!! No matter what they promise you in the end. And that's what Fight Club is: a propaganda film. And like all propaganda films they're geared toward the weak-minded. So this review is directed to all you who like Fight Club because you either sympathized with one or more of the characters or found some solace and hope for your own life in its wasted celluloid: "YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM." Here, if you didn't understand then read it again, "YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM!"
Just, Melvin: Just Evil (2000)
Just, Melvin is Just Incredible!
Just, Melvin is just incredible. Over the years I made a promise to myself that since I myself am a director I would never comment on another director's film good or bad. But after viewing Just, Melvin and seeing that no one else had commented on it yet I felt obligated. James Ronald Whitney weaves together a documentary in which he eliminates all the secrets and lies that have plagued his family for three generations. Just, Melvin centers around Melvin Just; Whitney's grandfather. Through the film the family's cache of secrets is uncovered and Melvin is shown for what he is a serial child molestor and we discover some of the heinous crimes he committed against his children & step-children. At one point in the film Whitney actually confronts Just in an interview and shows restraint when provoked by Just that made me respect him as a person in addition to already respecting him as a film maker. The climax is the family at Melvin's funeral getting to put to rest some of their demons because they finally have closure. This was more than just a documentary, it was a long overdue cleansing that he and his family needed to go through in order to heal. I wish him prosperity in his career and wish his family love and empathy. Keep fighting the good fight.