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Howling: New Moon Rising (1995)
clive turner = postmodern genius
Howling VII cannot easily be classified into any genre, and that's what makes it so great. like the works of thomas pynchon, william gaddis, and david foster wallace, clive turner (the writer, producer, director, and star) uses a plethura of art forms and techniques and splices them together into a seemingly meaningless cacophany of pure postmodernism that, when dissected, reveals an underlying theme that examines the chaos that surrounds us in our media obsessed country.
he sarcastically makes fun of a myriad of movie forms: the werewolf flick, the rip snortin' country movie, and the comedy film, all while keeping an amazing straight face (i'm still attempting to comprehend the coyotes that jump out of trees and night line/ enigma).
clive turner is pressing his theory of modern america in our face, and we can do nothing but try and understand his points: we are constantly surrounded by all these stories, all these lifes, and all these various art cliches, and we have become them. we have become the horror flick. we have become pappy and harriet. we have become pioneer town. we have become the chili with the dirt in it and the only thing we can do to make ourselves clean is to laugh at our meaninglessness.
the werewolf is a symbol for our discontentment with commercial america, and when cheryl transforms, our anger at our worthless situation comes out of our pores like cold sweat.
this is an amazing movie. watch it and try and understand the point it is making about our pointless world. we keep our insecurities inside until they all come out in a violent rage. watch mr. turner's masterpiece today, if possible.