Bloody Passion guy

Plumped down in front of the telly last night to the charms of Mel Gibson's The Patriot. One thing we can say about Gibson is that his tastes don't waver much. Blood, gore, and righteousness. A TNT "New Classic," which isn't surprising in these years of Bush the Younger.

Beth worked on a movie with Gibson once and said that he was essentially generally obsessed with violence and maiming, that he was outraged that the studios had not let him film one particularly gruesome scene in Braveheart in which somebody's abdomen was split open and spilled out down onto the camera pointed up from below. I'm sure that, back in the day, he was a fan of Warhol's Frankenstein, home to scenes like that and such classic lines as: "One cannot know death until one has fucked life in the Gallbladder," uttered by our hero as he is doing, guess what? She also said Old Mad Max was really short and ugly with a big head.

Hence The Passion. Who better to bloody up than the savior himself. All that exposed skin is like a canvas for a blood artist.

Back to The Patriot, anyway. Rarely does one see a plot more loaded towards melodramatic
righteousness. The Brits kill two of his boys! They burn down a church full of his friends, including his boy's fresh little wife! So yeah, I sorta figured he'd want to kill that Redcoat baddie. But I don't want to spoil the ending for you....

The cinematography is good.