Don Bluth death reels never get old.
January 21, 2012 • 5:23 PM 0
I’d love to be able to say that I never saw any of these in the arcade, but that’d be straight up bullshit.
Seriously man, you don’t fuck around when it comes to Dragon’s Lair.
That being said, Don Bluth’s animation was the selling point of the game, and even though these death clips were pretty much all I ever got to see of the game, the animation quality alone led to me never feeling cheated in the arcade.
November 5, 2010 • 4:33 PM 9
Today we’re gonna’ be talkin’ about SAD SHIT.
SAD SHIT as in The Top 5 Traumatic Deaths in Movies kinda’ SAD.
Please take note that everything contained in this list is a product of the Azn Badger’s childhood; so don’t expect any movies on here to be made anytime past the mid-90’s.
Anyway, let’s get thing’s rollin’, shall we?:
The NeverEnding Story was a tough movie for me to watch as a kid.
It was long, I didn’t really get it, there was a lot of unintentionally scary imagery, and oh yeah, it was long.
So long in fact, that I never really finished it as a kid, resulting in me thinking the whole thing ended with the end of the world at the hands of The Nothing.
Pretty fuckin’ sad, am I right?
Thankfully, I went ahead and saw the rest of the movie a few years ago, thusly patching up a few childhood scars in the process.
That being said, while this death doesn’t really count as a death; ’cause if memory serves, Artax is still alive and well at the end of the movie, to the young Azn Badger the fuckin’ horse died in the mud hole.
Anyway, this death marks probably the first and only time the Azn Badger ever felt any sort of emotion in reference to a horse.
It was the fuckin’ kid that got to me, that girlie-boy Atreyu.
They’re both standing in them mud, and the fuckin’ kid is blowin’ his lungs out screaming at his fuckin’ horse to “not give in to the sadness of the swamps” n’shit.
Meanwhile, the music is swelling and gettin’ all sad and crestfallen n’shit.
The whole thing was just too much for me as a kid, and for the life of me; I bought into it.
While I didn’t really “get” the Neverending Story back then, little episodes like Artax bitin’ the big one stuck with me on a visceral level; in this case, making me very sad.
Fun Fact – The only reason I remember that damn horse’s name is because of his death scene when Atreyu yells it about 50 times.
Repetition: It works.
Mufasa was a pimp.
You take the raw power of James Earl Jones’ voice, and transplant it into the body of the biggest, baddest, most pimp-as-fuck lion in all of existence; and you’ve got Mufasa.
Needless to say, in my youth; Mufasa’s death hit me pretty hard.
As I hope we all know, Mufasa met his fate at the hands of the combined force of a stampeding herd of wildebeast, and the nasty claws of Jeremy Irons.
Any less, and I’m sure his pimp-ass self would’ve survived somehow.
Anyway, Mufasa; pimp that he is, rushes headlong into the stampede to save his pussy-ass son, Simba.
While he is successful in rescuing the boy, Mufasa takes some serious shots from the fuckin’ wildebeasts, the kinda’ hits that would fold a lesser lion in half.
All the while, Hans Zimmer’s music was goin’ crazy, and all the kids in the audience were either pickin’ their boogers, or hoping against hope that ‘ole Mufasa was gonna’ pull through and not fall prey to “Bambi’s Mother Syndrome.”
Just as Mufasa’s managed to escape the stampede for just a few seconds, out strolls his brother; Jeremy Irons.
Slimey prick that he is, Jeremy Irons busts out his freshly manicured nails; and digs them puppies into Mufasa’s paws; but not before saying something creepy and vaguely savage like:
How ironic that the pimpest of all lions would be felled by a bunch of wildebeast AKA the butt of every Discovery Channel predator/prey joke…
To make matters worse, Mufasa’s death has the added impact of having a 40 minute guilt trip attached to it.
Jeremy Irons tells Simba, straight to his face; that the whole thing was his fault.
This of course results in Simba running off into the wild for the next 10 years to eat bugs and talk to clouds.
Oh well, guess we all have to cope somehow…
The Land Before Time was a special movie for me back in the day.
Come to think of it, while I’m sure how it all worked out, Don Bluth movies were all some of my favorites as a kid.
Although it wasn’t a Disney production, rest assured Mr. Bluth saw fit to work some “Bambi’s Mother Syndrome” into the mix in the form of Littlefoot’s Mom.
Much like the Lion King after it, Littlefoot’s Mother meets her fate partially due to the actions of her son.
In short, Littlefoot and Cera are dickin’ around in the wild, they piss off Sharptooth, Littlefoot’s Mom shows up to save the kids, does so, but is mortally wounded in the process.
Cue lengthy and heartbreaking death scene wherein parent reminds child that “they’ll always be with them.”
While the actual battle with Sharptooth was awesome to the young Azn Badger, instead of horrifying as it may have been intended to be perceived, the death sequence afterwards was just plain tough to sit through.
Even now, I bet I’d have a tough time getting through it without biting my lip or taking a deep breath or 2.
I watched the both of them about a million times, and I don’t think I ever got close to getting tired of them.
While Robin Hood had swashbuckling and and ungodly amount of merry laughter, Leagues had Kirk Douglas and a GIANT FUCKING SQUID.
The epic-ness of these 2 factors made for one of the single most spectacular and enchanting films of my childhood.
That being said, despite Kirk Douglas’ Ned Land being my favorite character, James Mason’s Captain Nemo was a pretty close second.
Even as a kid, I loved his pimp-ass beard, and the curious way in which he spoke.
His voice was awesome and all, but I loved the pace of his speech, how it was just a half beat slower than everyone else.
Appropriately, it made him seem enigmatic, like you’d never be able to figure out what he was thinking in a million years if you tried.
Anyway, while 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea was yet another movie that I didn’t quite “get” when I watched it as a kid, Captain Nemo’s death was something that I understood all too well.
As with seemingly all deaths on this list, the music made all the difference.
Captain Nemo is running atop the Nautilus, dodging incoming gunfire from the dudes that want his technological secrets.
He jukes left, he jukes right, and all the while the strings in the orchestra are goin’ fuckin’ nuts.
Suddenly, just as he’s within feet of the entrance to the lower deck of the submarine, his body spasms and the music crashes to a halt with a horrifying *DOOOOMMM!*
No squib, no blood spurt, just James Mason’s ACTING TALENT and the power of a music cue.
From there, the rest of the movie has Nemo, resigned to the fate of his eventual death; lurch and stumble his way through the submarine to a couch next to an undersea viewing window.
Nemo’s last moments are spent gazing into the deep blue that he loved so much.
While the death was pretty epic, it was the initial gunshot that hit me as a kid.
As soon as that music cue hit, my tiny heart sunk down to my toes.
*Sniff!* I honestly thought he was going to make it…
This may seem like a cop-out to some.
A predictable, bandwagon-y ploy to get the nerds to read the blog; however if any of you genuinely think that, then you obviously don’t know the Azn Badger.
As mentioned several times on this blog, I watched Transformers: The Movie, quite literally nearly every day of my early childhood.
My older brother did the same.
Transformers: The Movie was one of those magical films that just did it for me as a kid.
I loved Godzilla movies as kid, but that was because I loved Godzilla as a character.
Transformers: The Movie was a case of me simply loving an individual movie more than any human child should.
While I was a little bit too young to have enjoyed the Transformers TV show while it was first airing, The Movie served as my ambassador to the series; giving me a crash-course on the Gen-1 stuff before I even started watching the re-runs.
That being said, the opening battle on Cybertron, that takes the vast majority of the original cast of the show and kills them off in favor of new toys, I mean characters; was truly a thing of beauty.
The battle on Cybertron worked because it had actual stakes.
Lives were lost on both sides of the conflict, such that you truly got the sense that everyone was fair game.
Hell, Ironhide was one of my favorites from the TV show, and he got his head blown off in the first 10 minutes.
These were big name guys, characters that were at the forefront of the action in every episode of the TV show, and here they were gettin’ their clocks cleaned in the first 20 minutes of The Movie!
Then they went and killed Optimus Prime.
If the battle between Optimus Prime and Megatron at the beginning of Transformers: The Movie is one of the best fights in cinema history, then the death of Optimus Prime is surely one of the most dramatic deaths.
I love the subtlety of the death sequence.
Everyone is gathered around Prime, their facial expressions communicating far more than words could hope to.
Perceptor, the closest thing the group has to a doctor, presents his diagnosis with a simple:
“I’m afraid the wounds are, fatal…”
With the silence broken, Daniel; the child of the group, is the first to speak his mind:
From there, the whole thing just gets more and more epic.
At the end of it all, the hammer of childhood trauma drops as Optimus Prime’s entire form turns black, a decidedly fatalistic percussive music cue hits; and Prime commits his final act as his head limply turns to the side.
That, my friends; is how you kill an icon.
July 29, 2010 • 10:22 PM 7
I’m not going to lie, tonight’s post is not entirely my idea.
In fact, I’ve gone and ripped off the entire concept from someone else’s article that I read last night!
The article was, of course; titled “Villains of My Youth,” within which Mr. Brown cites his 5 favorite/most influential childhood film villains.
In all, the article was devoid of flash, and totally straightforward, however I found it very interesting to read someone else’s thoughts on the subject.
Anyway, it got me thinking, and by the time I sat down to start writing tonight, I realized I wanted to borrow Mr. Brown’s idea, and type up my own version of it!
That being said, I apologize in advance to Twitchfilm.net, and Mr. Todd Brown, but afraid that I’ve gotta’ do what I’ve gotta’ do.
My 5 most influential villains, in no particular order; are:
Jenner the Rat, from The Secret of NIMH (1982)
When I was a kid, sword fighting was just about my favorite thing in the world besides Godzilla and dinosaurs.
While The Secret of NIMH was a wonderful film, that I watched all the time as a kid, but, in truth; half the reason I fucking watched it so much was to see Justin and Jenner’s sword fight at the very end of the movie.
While this sequence was the highlight of the movie for my 3-5 year old self, even back then Jenner stood out to me as not only a terrific villain, but a very poweful presence.
The scintillating timber of Paul Shenar’s (the Columbian dude that says “Don’t fuck me Tony” in Scarface) voice, coupled with Don Bluth’s superb attention to detail in the facial animation of the character, served to create an intense and visceral character, that, while lacking in screen time; certainly left an impression on me.
Remember when I said sword fights were my thing back in the day?
Well, my next favorite villain is:
The Adventures of Robin Hood was a movie I used to watch at a friend of my dad’s house.
My dad would drop me over there as a sort of daycare from time to time, and every single time I ended up watching 1 of the same 2 movies:
Rodan, and The Adventures of Robin Hood (colorized edition).
Now I gotta’ tell yah’, some of you might not know this about me, but as a kid, if I ever even considered watching something besides a Godzilla movie, that meant that movie was really fucking special to me.
Robin Hood, was really fucking special to me as a kid.
Though I loved the movie, and it’s treatment of the Merry Men as being, well, truly fucking Merry, Sir Guy always stood out to me as a tool among tools.
Back then I mistakenly referred to him as The Sheriff of Nottingham, but mistaken identity or not, half the reason I watched the fucking movie was to see his ass get stabbed.
The climactic sword battle at the end of the movie will always stick with me as one of my fondest childhood memories.
Look it up, the choreography and execution hold up even to this day.
Next on my list of villains, is:
The Blob – The Blob (1988)
Holy fucking shit.
Let me remind you, that this list is comprised both of villains that I liked, and villains that influenced me as a child.
Well, in terms of villainous influences of my youth, The Blob pretty much takes the cake.
In short, The Blob scared the piss outta’ me.
As a kid, I had nightmares for years about amorphous blobs, and other such faceless monsters that wanted to eat me.
Now, you know what the really crazy part is?
I didn’t see the remake of The Blob until a few years ago!
No, I’m not a total pussy that wets the bed over monster movies to this day, (*Ahem!* Not that I ever did…) what I mean to say, is that I didn’t even have to see the movie for it’s title character to have a huge impression on me.
All I ever saw of the movie as a child, was the cover of the VHS.
Yup, that same cover that’s just a few lines above.
Excuse me, I’m going to go check my closet for monsters…
Next up is:
Marcus Penn – Under Siege 2: Dark Territory (1995)
Fuck you, Steven Seagal’s movies are fucking AWESOME in just about the most AWESOME way.
By that I mean, they’re about as awesome as they are awesomely shitty.
Anyway, Under Siege 2 was the first R-rated film I ever got to see, and as such, I watched it an unhealthy amount of times in my youth.
Like the first Under Siege, 2 has the distinction of having a pair of villains that are simply too good for the movie itself.
That being said, Everett McGill’s portrayal of Marcus Penn AKA the silver-haired knife fighting dude, is a classic of film villainy, even going so far as to trump Eric Bogosian’s egotistical Travis Dane.
At least in my book.
McGill, holds a presence throughout the film, both figurative and physical, that is truly admirable.
Oh yeah, and the big knife fight at the end was bad-ass.
Last but not least, we have:
If anyone were to be at the top of this list, I’d say it would be these 2.
Transformers: The Movie, was a movie I watch literally every day of my early childhood.
My mother can attest to that, as she had to sit through it with me every day.
While I didn’t really get to see all that much of the Transformers cartoon as a kid, I was just a little bit too young; The Movie was just about my favorite thing in world as a kid.
As such, my understanding of the Transformers universe was largely derived from the first 2 seasons of the cartoon, and The Movie; that’s all.
Megatron was just about the most bad-ass villain I can remember.
For fuck’s sake, the man had his own laser gun sound effect and he turned into A FUCKING GUN.
He was tough, arguably more powerful than Optimus Prime, but more importantly, he demonstrated just how evil he was, time and time again.
Hell, during his one-on-one battle with Prime in The Movie, he goes so far as to feign a fair fight, only to cheat and break his own terms left and right.
Not only that, as Galvatron he kills a fuck-ton of high-profile characters, some of which are fellow Decepticons!
Megatron/Galvatron was one of the first villains ever presented to me in my lifetime, and to this day, he remains one of the strongest examples of the archetype that I have yet to encounter.