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VAN DAMME THAT DJ MADE MY DAY

Posted by Billyjam, December 13, 2008 03:02pm | Post a Comment

Today's Dance of the Day, which is also part fight, is of Jean Claude Van Damme busting a move or two on the dance floor in the 1989 film Kickboxer. In this action movie (available on DVD at Amoeba), J.C.V.D. plays van damme kickboxerthe younger brother of an unbeaten American kickboxer who hungers for some real competition and ends up going to the home of Muay Thai kick boxing: Thailand.

Van Damme was the subject of a wonderful recent Amoeblog by Charles Reece, where it was reported that the "Muscles from Brussels has finally starred in a film that's been getting some good critical response. JCVD is an attempt to explore the heart and mind of Jean-Claude Varenberg, the man behind the dissipating Van Damme legend." The new film on JCVD by director Mabrouk El Mechri is the film that is receiving rave reviews. From this engaging Amoeblog I learned that JCVD had a small role in the 1984 hip-hop movie Breakin'.

November 28, 2008

Posted by phil blankenship, November 30, 2008 06:29pm | Post a Comment
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Jean-Claude Van Damme, Critical Darling: The Mythopoiesis of JCVD (2008)

Posted by Charles Reece, November 22, 2008 07:18pm | Post a Comment
The white meat is on the run
and the dark meat is far too done
and the milkman left me a note yesterday
get out of this town by noon
you're coming on way too soon
and besides that we never liked you anyway.
-- "Sweet Revenge" by John Prine (with a nod to Hunter S. Thompson) 
 

Who'dathunk it, but the Muscles from Brussels has finally starred in a film that's been getting some good critical response. JCVD is an attempt to explore the heart and mind of Jean-Claude Varenberg, the man behind the dissipating Van Damme legend. Director and co-writer Mabrouk El Mechri might've called the film I'm Not There had the title not already been taken. It's a pomo-biopic trying for more versimiltude than Being John Malcovich, but any honesty in the film is more of an accidental byproduct of the essential cluelessness of its eponymous star than the result of actual introspection. 'Tis the the age of schadenfreude, and that's why I went to see this film. As Dostoevsky said, we love "the disgrace of the righteous man," only Van Damme ain't righteous, just famous. As he admits in the movie, he's just a commodity, who's benefited greatly from being so. The film asks us to care about the toy that starts feeling suffocated by its packaging. The resulting drama, however, comes closer to a VH1 special about a boy band member deciding he's a real artist. If you were crying along with Dave Mustaine in Some Kind of Monster or get choked up reguarly watching Oprah give shit away to bourgeois housewives, then JCVD might be something other than comedy relief. This is a date movie for WWE fans.