Let me preface this review by saying this: The Seven Samurai is my favorite movie of all time. You have been warned.
“A truly good movie is really enjoyable, too. There’s nothing complicated about it. A truly good movie is interesting and easy to understand.” –Akira Kurosawa
Beerfest starts out with a disclaimer warning the audience not to try this it at home. Why is this? Because you’ll die, that’s why. They have a point. Imitating the actions of the characters, or even build a drinking game behind this maddeningly uproarious, sud-soaked comedy aimed straight at the frat boy set (or just about anyone that likes to laugh), is to invite mortal peril, or at least a ridiculously bad hangover. With that in mind, let us please neglect to point out that this movie reviewer goes by the name of “Chugs.”
Note: MasterChugs Theater is a new weekly feature which will be appearing Friday afternoons (yes, we know it’s Thursday). Movie nut Chugs Taylor will pull one random cinema choice from his vault and review it.
Take a trip back to 2003. What happens to a cinema geek like Quentin Tarantino when he’s away from directing for six years? What happens to a guy who is full of wiry, jittery love of filmmaking on the slowest of days? It’s like a high school physics experiment–he builds up kinetic energy until he finally vomits it out into a movie in the form of ball-clutching action, reverent reference and homage and culture shifting cool. Oh, and there’s bloody revenge, spaghetti westerns, wuxia and plenty of giallo. Quentin calls it Kill Bill, Volume 1. We call it “friggin’ awesome, MAN!”
