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 Ken Russels adaptation of Tommy....
.... Just killed me a little inside
Seriously! How in the world do you take what may be the most powerful mantra, or message of any play, ever, in the history of mankind, and turn it into some sort of goddamned scatalogical rapture?
In the correct setting, and the right emphasis, the phrase "See me, feel me, touch me, heal me." can make grown men cry. And this jerkoff decides to make one of the most powerful scenes Tommy's mother has to endure allowing for her character growth, and he decides to cover her in champaign bubbles, canned pork and beans, and chocolate syrup, inducing a frenzy of orgasmic pillowhumping?
FU Ken Russel. I hope when you end up in hell Satan plucks you right out of the ever freezing and thawing lake and tucks you up against his taint so you can be his own personal nuggetscrubber for the rest of your miserable existance in eternal agony for the way you destroyed one of my fondest High School memories.
Also, if you ever get the chance to see Tommy performed live, do it, and don't watch the movie.
Also, there's gonna be some 40 y.o. near virgin in here defending Ken Russel, and more specifically that scene, because... let's be honest... that's the scene he became a man to.
What's worse? I was really digging the movie up till that point.
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Originally Posted by Ragnar4
