I just remembered this weird mindfuck of a movie and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s not… necessarily… good. It definitely had one of the best “Oh shit!”/put-everything-together-moments in it, and a really cool concept and setting. However, so much of it was just so plain bad and ridiculous that those moments don’t quite save it.
“In this tale I am a fake god by occupation and a magician by inclination. Merlin is my hero. I am the puppet master. I manipulate many of the characters and events that you see. But I am invented, too, for your entertainment and amusement. And you, poor creatures, who conjured you out of the clay? [chuckles] Is God in show business, too?”
“The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!”
Weird fucking movie.
I saw this movie maybe 5 or 6 years ago and I still can’t understand why it exists….its pretty much the trippiest/worst movie i’ve ever seen…..why Sean Connery, Why?? The beginning is hilarious though.
One should see this movie for two reasons: 1] the chance to see Sean Connery in a red diaper with black thigh hi boots on and a long braid going down his back AND 2] to hear dialogue like this:
[the gigantic Stone Head hovers before the worshipful horde of Exterminators]
Zardoz: Zardoz speaks to you, His chosen ones.
Exterminators: We are the chosen ones!
Zardoz: You have been raised up from Brutality, to kill the Brutals who multiply, and are legion. To this end, Zardoz your God gave you the gift of the Gun. The Gun is good!
Exterminators: The Gun is good!
Zardoz: The Penis is evil! The Penis shoots Seeds, and makes new Life to poison the Earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the Gun shoots Death and purifies the Earth of the filth of Brutals. Go forth, and kill! Zardoz has spoken.
Needless to say someone had a house payment due or a crack habit to maintain.
![ORIANA FALLACI: I don’t know, I wouldn’t like to say. As the symbol of our dreams I find him, when all’s said and done, a rather sad one: this man who always wins, without morals, or ideals, or friends, rather ignorant, too, except about explosives, cards and drinking. Forgive me, won’t you? Don’t be offended.
SEAN CONNERY: Immoral? I’ve never seen him steal anyone’s wife, anyone else’s woman, or betray his own; he doesn’t have one. He likes women all right, but he never rapes them; it’s they who worm their way into his bed. He kills people, he has to; if he doesn’t, they’ll kill him. He abides by no laws, but nor is he protected by the laws that protect others; society does nothing to defend him, he isn’t known to society. He’s rather ignorant, O.K., but he doesn’t exactly have the time for reading Joyce. His struggle for survival obliges him to be practical, functional, to reduce everything to the verbs sniff, look, listen, taste, think. His safety depends on this and not on Joyce. He doesn’t fight for old people and children, but who said he couldn’t? Have you any proof? Your accusations wouldn’t be valid in any court of law. Yes, sure, it would be interesting if I spoke badly of Bond. But I’ve got nothing at all against Mr. Bond, and I’m only too sorry he has to die.
From the book: The Egotists: [Sixteen Surprising Interviews]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcb8ihYjl41qa0wj4o1_500.jpg)
