The Highlanders: Given the team is practically named after Duncan McLeod of the clan McLeod, it would seem at first glance appropriate to suggest that filmicly speaking, 'Highlander' would be the right call for the 'Highlanders'. At second and third glances this works too. There is a decent (mediocre) sequel Highlander 3 (we do not speak the name of the 'planet Zod film' for it is accursed), and (snicker) it has been a long time since the series was relevant.
The Great Whites: It breaks my heart, but he's the Star Wars Trilogy. Once, a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, The Great Whites exploded onto the FUNHL scene by epically winning three Predator Cups in the first 7(?) years of the pool. It's like a part of our childhood. Me, Doug, Collin and Dan in our Star Wars pyjamas sitting around jawing about all of Dan's victories (and Doug's he had two of the first three), and the implications of tweaking ED pick trading. We'd hoover the Mc'D's our Mom's bought for us, kick around adding franchise players, and talk about what it would be like one day to kiss a real girl. Good memories.
The Shadowmen: 2001 a Space Odyssey and Eyes Wide Shut by Stanley Kubrick. A maverick, relentless film maker who insisted on take after take after take after trade after take after trade...Even Kubrick's bad films are pretty good, but 2001 stands up as tripped out masterpiece, and Eyes Wide Shut is a claustrophobic tone poem about sex love and marriage that Kubrick insisted on trying to push too far with the censors. Neither film has anything to do with the other except the director and the endless rolls of cap space, I mean film, at his disposal. If the scene takes a 147 takes, the scene takes a 147 takes.
The Ramapithicines: Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon. Classic Bogey films built old-school, from the goaltender out.
The Personal Vendetta: The Terminator. Because he just won't stop. He'll keep looking and hunting until he finds you and kills you. It's all he does. (The good news is that for at least this year, we're dealing with the post-pipe bomb-in the rib-cage Terminator portion of the flick where the Terminator, like Peter Forsberg, is reduced to a just a wheezing one-armed crawl, and intermittent blinking from it's shattered eye socket. He's now only life threatening if you are a waitress named Sarah Connor and you've had your leg impaled with a red hot metal rod.)
The Edge: Hal Hartley's 'Flirt'. The film is the same raw elements of a story played out in three different locales in the style of each of the countries it is set in (NY, Berlin, Tokyo). At some point in each story someone gets shot in the face. Quite possibly the best film you've never seen, by the greatest director you have never heard of.
The Wolves: 'Dog Soldiers'. An unexpectedly good werewolf movie that is way under the radar.
The Lost Boys: 'Near Dark' was a vampire flick that had some real juice to it (including half the cast of 'Aliens'), but despite some promise the film ran out of steam in the third act.
Knights Templar: 'The Seventh Seal'. If your gonna watch a movie with a Knight in it, make it one of the all-time best. Oh yeah, the Knight dies. Sorry.
Bladerunners: Forest Gump. Remember how Pulp Fiction and FG were the two big movies of the same year, competing for all the big Oscars? The treacly flag-waving predictable crowd pleaser with the all-american movie star reliably gimping it up in the lead vs the edgey masterpiece of violence and art that was Pulp Fiction? Come Oscar time, Forest cleaned PF's clock, and the disapointment I felt knowing that not only had PF had lost, but that it had lost to FOREST FREAKING GUMP, was identical to the anguish I felt coming in a distant second to Brian during one his cup runs.
The Scourge: Right now he's Bambi meets Godzilla.
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