Just how far will an actor go to avoid typecasting?
No need to ask Sean Connery, so desperate to get away from James Bond that he exploded his cash cow by strapping on red-hot bandoliers, fire engine mankini, and thigh-high kink boots for John Boorman’s inscrutable masterpiece, “Zardoz.”
Join Roy Bjellquist and me as we chip away at a giant stone head (floating gracefully to Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, then vomiting guns), explore the blurred relationships between myth, legend, and religion, and delve into the very mysteries of life and death, on the next “Roy’s Tie-Dye Sci-Fi Corner.”
“Zardoz” is nothing if not ambitious. But did it – could it – ever rise to the level of its aspirations? When “Zardoz” opened in 1974, it was met by widespread confusion and scathing reviews. Is it possible that an overtly bad movie could actually mask a fairly good one?
46 years of brain bleach has been powerless to dispel the enduring WTF of “Zardoz.” I hope you’ll join Roy and me in slack-jawed wonder on the next Facebook live-stream of “Roy’s Tie-Dye Sci-Fi Corner,” this Friday evening at 7:00 EDT.
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