DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
If you're like most of us, you enjoy bodies torn limb from limb, brains eaten for breakfast, and human blood running down the movie screen like peepee at an infant's convention. You probably like Clint Eastwood films. Well, his latest, The Gauntlet, just might disappoint you. Few people get killed except for some cops (they don't count) and there isn't enough gore on the screen to offend my Aunt Millie.
The Gauntlet or 1001 Uses For Bay Rum
by Edouard Dauphin
If you're like most of us, you enjoy bodies torn limb from limb, brains eaten for breakfast, and human blood running down the movie screen like peepee at an infant's convention.
You probably like Clint Eastwood films. Well, his latest, The Gauntlet, just might disappoint you. Few people get killed except for some cops (they don't count) and there isn't enough gore on the screen to offend my Aunt Millie. As for the red stuff, you'd be better off watching a Carly Simon Heinz commercial.
The Gauntlet bites the hairy root on personal violence but it's got something almost as good. Violence to property. I haven't seen this many cars, buses and buildings blown to helkand gone since the CREEM Christmas party.
Eastwood plays a drunken degenerate who makes Johnny Rotten look like a member of the George Beverly Shea Choir. Clint will drink anything—bourbon, scotch, gin, vodka, Prestone anti-freeze. He uses Boy Howdy! beer to brush his teeth.