What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern

Saturday, August 14, 2010

ASI ES, PUTO!



Moving forward in the attempt to assemble the collected works of Licenciado Roberto Sosa, the star of Highway Patrolman, a fine film by Sam Peckinpah Alex Cox, and also the malefic acousmetre of Tony Scott's L'homme brulante, we find this little oddity, where Sosa is playing an allegorical figure of some sort in an agit-prop music video. The band Molotov, perhaps a little obscure today, was a mejican Buffy Saint Marie and Camper Van Beethoven hybrid, which unfortunately perished in a freak accident in 2007, when their tour plane collided with the Cessna Citation of Los Tigres del Norte on the tarmac of the Guadalajara Airport.



Sosa is a phenomenon here -- sometimes Walken, sometimes Al Pacino, or often Franco Citti. As I said, I am mystified by what he's trying to convey. From 4:11 on, the video by Jorge Aguilera, becomes beautifully, sublimely incoherent.

PAN Y CIRCOS DE ROCK at the ZOCALO!

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