Driller Killer (1979). Some of Abel Ferrara's earliest work, this is not to be dismissed by fans of his later and admittedly better work. DK serves as the director's budding work, an unsophisticated rose that unfolds in pathological squalor. Unfairly relegated to the status of "video nasty," DK is more of a punk rock degeneration of the mind amongst the pains of artistic capacity left unexpressed if not squashed in a repressive New York City. Abel plays the lead role, chunky but still enjoyable, and his acting cohorts lend competent support to his rather quirky role. The music and audio is punk rock rugged, a flick meant to be played loud to increase the inner animosity of the viewer. Where the movie itself falls short, its portrayal as an artistic expression of a squalid era makes up for this shortcoming. Not for everyone, DK is still mandatory for those calling themselves fans of the darker movie genres. Merci beaucoup.
Genruk
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