I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

If you want to know why I love the movie Lord Love a Duck, pretty much the entire movie is summarized in the opening credits and you can jump right to it at 1:55.

I have the soundtrack to this movie on LP that I won off eBay. Neil Hefti. It’s just this song over and over with slight variations. Faster. Slower. I think I listened to it once.

Everyone I’ve ever loaned this to has hated it, but it’s in my personal top 10 beloved movies. Because it’s completely batshit insane.

I saw this movie in a class in high school taught by a teacher who was so wonderful and influential on me I have to imagine he probably was secretly fucking kids or something on the side. (That’s inevitably the kind of downer stuff that comes out 20 years later.) He delighted in corrupting/humiliating students; making the most awkward, shy girl read the masturbation scene in The Rocking Horse Winner aloud and that kind of thing. He taught a film class at my high school which was mostly an excuse to show really super bizarre rare films (on 16mm, not DVD) from his massive collection.

This scene of Lord Love a Duck was particularly the favorite of the dirtbags in the class who requested it be shown again immediately after. (I point out that the guy in the scene with her is father)

This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 at 10:58 pm and is filed under I Watch Movies.