<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post8803440992283391575..comments</id><updated>2009-09-05T15:22:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Bright Lights After Dark: The original inglorious bastard</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/feeds/8803440992283391575/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html'/><author><name>Bright Lights Film Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283371703328315147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-425220095979032875</id><published>2009-09-05T15:22:19.591-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:22:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so right, my new and bearded friend! I was...</title><content type='html'>You are so right, my new and bearded friend! I was watching THE BIG RED ONE last night and swooning like one of those kids that are always following him around.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/425220095979032875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/425220095979032875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html?showComment=1252189339591#c425220095979032875' title=''/><author><name>Erich Kuersten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09372184333596127316'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-8803440992283391575' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/posts/default/8803440992283391575' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-6414974260808820629</id><published>2009-09-02T08:40:28.135-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:40:28.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Sunset Gun. I actually got the photograph o...</title><content type='html'>I love Sunset Gun. I actually got the photograph of Marvin at the top from Kim Morgan&amp;#39;s essay on Point Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally had a line in the final paragraph about how the original version of The Killers is the only one budding cinephiles seem to be interested in, but there are just too many great Marvin films to name them all, and I had to draw the line somewhere. Hell, even Paint Your Wagon is worth watching for no other reason than &amp;quot;Wand&amp;#39;rin&amp;#39; Star&amp;quot; and Marvin&amp;#39;s beard.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/6414974260808820629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/6414974260808820629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html?showComment=1251906028135#c6414974260808820629' title=''/><author><name>Lee Weston Sabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14386516688785108924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01643809600787217074'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-8803440992283391575' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/posts/default/8803440992283391575' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-6888726286412681031</id><published>2009-09-01T21:10:06.059-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:10:06.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You should read Kim Morgan's Sunset Gun, she's ove...</title><content type='html'>You should read Kim Morgan&amp;#39;s Sunset Gun, she&amp;#39;s over there raving about Lee Marvin too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him of course, and you shouldn&amp;#39;t hesitate to mention the amazing and surreal PRIME CUT wherein he duels with Kansas crazy Gene Hackman in a sunflower field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite, his stoned line of too-cool patter with his buddy the undervalued Clu Gulager in THE KILLERS (1964), squaring up against a Ronald Reagan that  looks EXACTLY as old as he did as president and lets loose with some fiery villainous embalmed stares at Angie Dickenson.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/6888726286412681031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/6888726286412681031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html?showComment=1251864606059#c6888726286412681031' title=''/><author><name>Erich Kuersten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09372184333596127316'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-8803440992283391575' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/posts/default/8803440992283391575' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-2573164975119117229</id><published>2009-09-01T12:55:19.238-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:55:19.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a very cool look at Lee Marvin's legacy.  I...</title><content type='html'>That&amp;#39;s a very cool look at Lee Marvin&amp;#39;s legacy.  I suppose it&amp;#39;s possible that, regarding the DOZEN scene, he was partly concerned with how freakin&amp;#39; big Clint Walker was, but I agree that Marvin&amp;#39;s one guy who could pull off such a physical scene despite (I think) a less imposing physique.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/2573164975119117229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/8803440992283391575/comments/default/2573164975119117229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html?showComment=1251834919238#c2573164975119117229' title=''/><author><name>Gene Phillips</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11495562795211277146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://blog.brightlightsfilm.com/2009/08/original-inglorious-bastard.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30026901.post-8803440992283391575' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30026901/posts/default/8803440992283391575' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>