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21
Apr
13

Carrie A. Hatchet: Devil Girl of the Month, April 2013

Hey Gang! It’s your pal, The Primal Root here, and I am overjoyed to introduce to you  our April 2013 Devil Girl of the Month, Ms. Carrie A. Hatchet! A long time friend of  The Primal Root’s, Carrie A.  hails from Central Florida but now resides in Honolulu, Hawaii and  has come through in a big way and delivered an astoundingly fun and sexy spread for The Trash Cinema Collective to enjoy.  I wouldn’t have expected anything less.  Enjoy and be sure to let Carrie A. Hatchet know what you think, Gang!

The Primal Root:  Carrie, would you mind telling The Collective a little about yourself? What you’re into? What you’ve been up to lately?

Carrie A. Hatchet: Well, most recently, I’ve been working hard at my job as an informal educator while trying to learn how to surf and play women’s flat track roller derby. Not at the same time, of course! I have a background in theatre, a great love of movies great, terrible and so terrible they achieve greatness and I’ve done some modeling for a friend’s clothing line so it seemed natural to contribute to the Trash Cinema Collective’s Devil Girl of the month.
In my spare time (what’s that?) I enjoy hiking, traveling, living in exotic locals, reading comic books and catching up on movies and my favorite TV shows. Sci-fi, action, fantasy of any entertainment medium and general geeking out on the internet are some my favorite past times.

PR:  Can you tell us a little bit about the genesis of your Devil Girl set? What was your inspiration?

CAH: My inspiration for my Devil Girl photo shoot was DERBY! Surprise, surprise. There were some great roller films back when roller derby was in the height of it’s popularity in the ’70s. Kansas City Bomber starring Raquel Welch, Rollerball with James Caan and Unholy Rollers. I should also mention that at the time, the sport was out for more blood than it’s more recent incarnations. 1970s roller derby was all about the spectacle: outfits, cat fights and even some staged events. These days, the sport has gained more legitimacy by being dedicated to rules, athleticism and a strong sense of acceptance and community. I highly recommend that everyone catch a bout of their local roller derby league. These ladies and gentlemen are dedicated to a sport that they many times have to pay to participate in. It’s a labor of love, so get out and support your local derby team!

PR:  Carrie, it’s story time. Do you have any strange, bizarre or trashy stories you can share with us?

CAH: I’ve always been fascinated by ghosts and I’ve been on several ghost tours or ghost hunter experiences throughout my years of living in the South. In all my years seeking out a ghostly encounter, I’ve never actually experienced anything more than goosebumps until very recently. Sometimes I work in a museum at night giving people tours, helping with events, or directing sleepover for massive groups of children. The buildings in which I work range from 4 to over 100 years old and house many human artifacts and sometimes remains. The other night, I was alone in a courtyard between several buildings preparing food for a group that was in another building. I was enjoying a snack and the quiet of the night when I heard knocking coming from one of the buildings. We had had warning of a derelict wandering museum grounds the previous days so I called security to check it out (I’ve seen this movie!). There was no one else in any of the buildings around the courtyard and it sounded like the knocking had come from the cabinets where we keep some of our artifacts which also happens to be right next to my office. This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that something strange has happened on the museum grounds.

PR: As you well know, we have a passion for movies the majority of film goers consider nonredeemable filth that no rational human being should ever watch. We call it Trash Cinema. What are some of your favorites?

CAH: Last House on the Left (the original), Sleepaway Camp, Evil Dead, Cabin Fever, VHS, Rec, Strippers vs. Zombies, She-devil, Death Becomes Her, Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, Escape from New York. Just to name a few!

Root: Well, Carrie A. Hatchet, thank you again, from the bottom of my filthy heart, for contributing such a great and doing us the honor of featuring you as our April 2013 Devil Girl of the Month.  you’re welcome back anytime! Keep it Trashy, lady! I know you will. 😉

Stay Trashy!

-Root

 

Photography, hair and make-up by:  Katimus Prime

 

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09
Jun
12

God Bless America (2011): Aiming for The Dream

a Primal Root written review

God Bless America (2011):  Aiming for The Dream

I haven’t had cable television in over a decade. I refuse to pay for something that every time I flip it on I feel as if my brain is steadily being churned into chunky apple sauce. This is not to say that I don’t know what’s on there. On occasion, I have sat and witnessed what most of our nation happily plops down and allows to be broadcast into our living rooms every evening.  You know, for the entire family to enjoy. Let’s just say, it’s mildly disturbing. What are the repercussions of such resignation on our society? A world where our entire culture and society is saturated with celebrity gossip, ugly, degrading reality television, and political pundits who would rather preach hate and intolerance than have an intelligent and respectful discussion?

Bobcat Goldthwait’s latest directorial effort, “God Bless America”, takes on this disheartening concept in the form of a deeply dark, satirical comedy. It’s got something for everyone who’s sick of  the “Oh, no, you didn’t!” generation that’s grown up planted on a couch, glued to the screen, all but lobotomized, and no longer concerned with discerning thought, open-mindedness, respect, common courtesy, or even kindness. It’s a generation of people who demand respect, but don’t give it in return, who demand to be heard but refuse to listen,  who know they come first and the rest of the world just doesn’t fucking matter.  Of course, this is a “fictional” world that our protagonist, Frank, inhabits, right? A middle aged, middle class, divorced parent who also happens to be a war veteran.  He must deal with his obnoxious neighbors who don’t seem to mind their 24/7/365 wailing infant, and talk loudly and incessantly (over their screaming offspring) about occurrences on their favorite TV shows and the latest gossip on Bradgelina.
Frank is aware of this drought in the human spirit. That we have sold it for a fast food and soulless culture that worships greed and selfishness over compassion and selflessness.  Frank sits in his living room flipping through the channels as photoshopped pictures of President Obama dressed up as Adolf Hitler are promoted as some kind of warped sense of reality, a random, class-act reality TV star pulls out her bloody tampon and angrily splats it across the face of her costar who, I can only assume, crossed her (the details of their quarrel are lost among beeped-out dialogue). It’s a sick, sad world Frank lives in.  And not even he ever-cool “Daria” kind. To make matters worse, Frank has just lost his job, been informed he has an inoperable, fatal brain tumor growing in his noggin, and his pre-teen daughter refuses to come visit him flipping her shit over receiving a Blackberry instead of an iPhone for her birthday.
Frank can’t take it anymore, but just as he wraps his lips around the barrel of a Glock the blue light of the television screen spills over him.  “My Super Sweet 16” is on and an entitled high schooler is cursing and berating her parents in a self-righteous rage after she is presented with a top o’ the line vehicle that is NOT the one she had envisioned.  Frank comes to the epiphany that the gun he’s holding is pointed in the wrong direction.  Our hero ends up on a road trip to off the outrageous brat he blames for his own daughter’s (and the general world’s) ridiculously selfish behavior.  However, he, also, winds up inspiring and being inspired by a teenage girl, Roxy, who’s just as disillusioned and angry at the egomaniacally brain-dead society they are forced to abide.  Or are they?  They lock, load, and go on a rampage laying waste to those assholes who talk and text during movies, jerks who take up two full parking spaces, and hate mongers who stand at the side of the road holding signs declaring “God Hates Fags”. Frank and Roxy gun them down and mow them over with glee.  I can’t help but chuckle at the carnage as these people are decimated and punished for being a part of a “civilization that is no longer interested in being civilized”.
As is the case with Bobcat’s previous work, God Bless America will have you laughing with dark revelry as those who make everyday life a constant struggle finally mess with with the wrong nice guy.  Also typical of Bobcat, despite the deeply-etched satirical pitch-black edge, the filmmaker manages to imbue this work with genuine, human emotion, poignancy, and thought-provoking pathos.  Joel Murray, the instantly recognizable character, is amazing as Frank.  He infuses the role with so much heart and believability that you cannot help but root for the guy, whether due to or despite his impressive body count.  Roxy,Tara Lynne Barr, as Frank’s young sidekick and voice of the younger generation  is a firecracker, a natural whose sassy, fun performance, keeps the film well-paced and peppy.
God Bless America is a sometimes graphic, often profane and funny for most of its running time. However, by film’s end it starts to register that this is the same violent and malicious motivation that drives those who blow up abortion clinics or lynch people because of the color of their skin. The killers we profess to despise believe they are murdering those “who deserve to die” too, right?  The first 45 minutes of God Bless America starts out blazingly funny as it lampoons pop culture and society at large, but as it winds to a close the viewer may begin to wonder, have both Frank and Roxy steadily descended into the mean-spirited people they were trying to destroy?  God Bless America is hilarious, tragic, sometimes uncomfortable,  frequently challenging, and totally uncompromising.  It’s the kind of film that doesn’t come around very often, anymore.  One that asks some nasty questions, takes an angry stance, and asks the audience to internalize these things. That they sincerely ask themselves just what the fuck they make of it all.
And keep your eyes peeled for TV’s Frank from MST3K in a brief cameo.  Guck-Ga-Yuuuuw!
Stay Trashy!
-Root



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