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#MovieThread VII: The Kino Awakens, Chapter Three — March Edition

From 2020 to 2025 I watched 2370 movies.
In 2026 so far I've watched another 70, for a total of 2440 movies.

This month:
* John McTiernan.
* Ninja Turtles, probably.

 Previous thread:

Starting John McTiernan, it's the movie "Nomadland" is not a sequel to, it's —

#71, or #2441, 1986's "Nomads."

John McTiernan is, of course, best known for directing "Die Hard" and "Predator," neither of which I'll be rewatching, and for going to federal prison for hiring a private investigator to do an illegal wiretap on his own producer and then lying to the feds about it.
Anyway, Pierce Brosnan is here pretending to be French, so that's not a great sign.

"Jesus Christ, he's dead!"

that's a wrap on Le Pierce Brosnan, I guess

Before promptly dying, Le Pierce Brosnan threw his whole hospital bed around, injured Dr Flax (Lesley-Anne Down) and whispered something French into her ear.

I'm sure that'll be the last we see, hear, or otherwise detect of Le Brosnan, who is, of course, the main figure on the poster.

Dr Flax suddenly finds herself overwhelmed by occasional visions from somebody else's perspective — Le Brosnan's, we learn, when she finds herself seeing his reflection in a mirror in the vision.
She's passed out, woken back up, left the hospital without much fuss, and is now going to where the visions were set. She's watching Le Brosnan sort through black and white photos with Le Brosnan's Le Girlfriend. Specific attention is drawn to a photo of an Inuit woman, so presumably this is all happening because of something something Inuit.
Some punks in a van are doin' a hassle of Monsieur Brosnan.

She's now speaking French in her sleep.

Frenchness? Infectious?

When I say "punks," please understand that they're all wearing black leather and chains and could just as easily be from "Mad Max" as from "Return of the Living Dead."

anyway, Monsieur Brosnan is now stalking them and their van, and wondering when they sleep.

They just stare at him, he flees, they follow, you know how it goes.

He's shaken them off. Going back for the body, he finds no body, then immediately finds them again.

I would simply not refind the murder punks?

The punks have found him, but they're now mostly gyrating at him.

I guess they've let him go, because he's back home with Le Girlfriend, who is not happy about him having disappeared for 30 hours.

He explains what's weird about the punks:

"I spent 30 hours following people who do not live any place! Ècoute moi? Do not work anyplace! I called the government, the state, their vehicle, it is not registered!"

murder, arson, AND jaywalking?

The picture is actively withholding whatever history Monsieur Brosnan clearly has with these people, or people like them.
Meanwhile, at Dr Flax's apartment, where the hospital are looking for her, a call from a man who explains that the French Monsieur Brosnan wasn't "des innois," but "Inuat," a reference to an Inuit myth to do with nomadic wandering trickster spirits. *looks at the punks* Capable of assuming human form, you say.
Developing the pictures he took of them, Monsieur Brosnan is astonished to discover the punks show up in this number of them: Zero.
You'd think the trickster spirit reveal would make me go "hm, maybe this is bad," but for all that this is a mess, I'm kind of coming around on it.

Fleeing from the punks, he's run into a nun, who's sensibly telling him to run the fucking fuck away from these fucks.

He's not gonna do it, of course. He's drawn to them.

They've followed him home. He's killed one of them, and has left him dead on the sidewalk so he can go inside and do some sex with Le Girlfriend.
In the morning, the body is gone. Did it happen at all? If it did, did he die?
At the same time that Monsieur Brosnan wakes up in bed with Le Girlfriend in the flashback, Dr Flax wakes up in the same bed with the same Le Girlfriend in the present.
She has a French accent now.
The punks have come to the house and are doing an elaborate home invade.
They've given up on the home invade for some reason.

They've fled the city in their car, but are being stalked by one last motorbike punk.

"Don't stop. No matter what you see, don't stop."

"Don't stop! Don't stop!!"

Monsieur Brosnan,, has become punk,,

You know what, I’m not gonna say secret masterpiece, it’s absolutely as jumbled and incoherent as people say, but it’s also wonderfully tense and delightfully weird, and in that way, far more interesting than many so-called “good” movies.

Frenchness is infectious?