Shout by Saint Pauly

Repo Man 1984

I first saw Repo Man in the 80s during its theatrical release in a small art house in Dayton, Ohio after a difficult breakup when I was trying to get out of my own head by doing things I'd never done before. I never looked back.

When it comes to 80s indie movies there is nothing like Harry Dean Stanton in his prime leading a punk rock mosh pit populated by a killer soundtrack (the only punk record I ever liked), fuck you story, and aliens.

All of this is held together by the masking tape of heavy-handed directing that's cut with the dull razor of dubious editing and paid for by an ex-Monkee.

I mean, what even is cinema if it isn't all of this?

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