Saturday, June 26, 2010

Lame director's cut

I picked up a DVD of The Last of the Mohicans (1992), one of my fav movies and was seriously let down by this director's edition.

I was SHOCKED by the loss of some of the most memorable moments of this movie. With the exception of George Lucas chopping apart his original Star Wars trilogy, I typically trust director's editions. Imagine my surprise at the removal of character development with certain dialogue excised.

What was Michael Mann thinking???

This actually looked like a TV edit rather than an expanded vision from the director. This is an inferior portrayal of a personal favorite.

How about a version that keeps ALL of it together? The theatrical elements AND the additional footage?

I got this DVD on sale with a free bottle of Coke. At least the Coke lived up to expectations.

1 comment:

Moses Siregar III said...

That's too bad. I'm also a huge fan of Last of the Mohicans.

Now for a really needed director's cut, see: Dark City (maybe you already have). The director's cut is _so much_ better than the original.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away