<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:04:18.567+01:00</updated><category term='moo-vies with cows'/><category term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Cows in Movies</title><subtitle type='html'>The films I watch and the cattle therein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3440515676937687696</id><published>2010-03-22T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:18:42.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Red Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Andrea Arnold, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen the superb Fish Tank, I went back and got her other feature film. And it readily stands alongside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather like the Mike Leigh slice-of-life films, it's a harsh emotional landscape of contemporary Britain, realistic, and yet with an almost unbearable tension sustained. Andrea Arnold is a serious talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot on a bottom of the pile Glaswegian tower block estate, the cow count is predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3440515676937687696?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3440515676937687696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3440515676937687696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3440515676937687696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3440515676937687696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-road.html' title='Red Road'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-5264888154924367019</id><published>2010-03-18T01:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:32:23.943Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Last Detail</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hal Ashby, 1973&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that this was directed by Hal Ashby two years after Harold and Maude, and stars Jack Nicholson two years before One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest should get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly a serious precursor to Nicholson's role as McMurphy; the same delicious headstrong cockiness and that prominent level of unfocussed intelligence that isn't quite as high as he reckons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two soldiers accompany a third across the country to a long stretch in military prison for stealing 40 dollars. It's an allegory about the way the military brutalises its recruits, for the way it brutalises society at large, even at a stretch for the arc of an individual life itself. Our guardians flail around offering us a good time for a short interval, but it's only ever going to have one outcome in the long-term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with many Coen brothers pictures, the wide American landscape offers plenty of opportunity for cattle, yet we're left wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-5264888154924367019?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5264888154924367019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=5264888154924367019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5264888154924367019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5264888154924367019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-detail.html' title='The Last Detail'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-543933982121676361</id><published>2010-03-17T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:36:16.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night and Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Karel Reisz, 1960&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another film  - like A Taste of Honey, Up The Junction, Kes and The Man In The White Suit - that has me marvelling at smoky mid-century Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I want a new house, one with a bathroom and everything,' says Doreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows, but this is definitely the first movie I've seen with moorhens. Not that they appear on screen, but the scene at the end where Arthur explains why he's seeing Doreen clearly has two moorhen chirrups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-543933982121676361?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/543933982121676361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=543933982121676361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/543933982121676361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/543933982121676361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-night-and-sunday-morning.html' title='Saturday Night and Sunday Morning'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8871377022276645011</id><published>2010-03-15T10:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:03:11.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Haunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Robert Wise, 1963&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overplayed acting, bizarre camerawork and exaggerated effects should make this hammy, but actually they work as intended. This is one of the scariest films I've seen in a long time, even allowing for the late at night lights off environment. I physically jumped several times, and had more moments where the hairs on my legs stood up than I can recall. An absolute masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite being set in a haunted house, they still managed to get a horse in there. Yeah yeah, we've seen loads of horses. Bring on some variety. Even if it's not cows a good goat'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8871377022276645011?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8871377022276645011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8871377022276645011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8871377022276645011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8871377022276645011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/haunting.html' title='The Haunting'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7348596370393147281</id><published>2010-03-09T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:38:30.371Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Alien Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 1997&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pedigree. Directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet, having done the creepy nightmarish Delicatessen and City of Lost Children, about to embark on the luminous magic of Amelie and A Very Long Engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Joss Whedon, having written Toy Story and just starting to do Buffy. his gang-show approach is in full force, and his deep love of the Alien mythology shines through, with a sustained rich humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's in deep space far in the future. Humans only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7348596370393147281?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7348596370393147281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7348596370393147281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7348596370393147281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7348596370393147281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/alien-resurrection.html' title='Alien Resurrection'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8095054497310561980</id><published>2010-03-08T09:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:59:32.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Science of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Michel Gondry, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses are the Stephen Fry of livestock in movies. They're really good and everything, but do they have to be so prevalent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brilliant, playful movie - written and directed by the guy who directed Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind and a bunch of Bjork and White Stripes videos - features a horse dressed up as a toy horse. Nice variation, but still, it's the most overexposed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8095054497310561980?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8095054497310561980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8095054497310561980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8095054497310561980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8095054497310561980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/science-of-sleep.html' title='The Science of Sleep'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8829821346117555752</id><published>2010-03-04T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:15:07.978Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;John Hillcoat, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to recommend this film, a great premise, a continual tension, a look as bleak as the psychological landscape it explores, a superb performance from Viggo Mortensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never work with children and animals, as the actors cliche goes. And not just  because they're unpredictable on set, but because they can't fucking act. Dogs barking at people don't look alarmed, they look like a dog trained to bark on cue. Children don't have the requisite emotional experience to carry a film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In something like The Road, a child needs to exhibit severe trauma. And be emaciated like Viggo, but of course you're not allowed to starve children for weeks before the shoot. So we end up with a plump child whining like he's being told he can't have money for a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, this movie explains that all livestock is dead. Yet even before they've told us that there's a horse, one of only two animals in the whole movie (the other's an insect). The horse is such an overexposed animal, there's barely a film without one. Come on directors, give the equines a day off for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8829821346117555752?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8829821346117555752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8829821346117555752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8829821346117555752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8829821346117555752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/road.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4010879532551430245</id><published>2010-02-25T20:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:16:14.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Some Like It Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Billy Wilder, 1959&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the funniest movie ever made, the quickfire chemistry of Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis just sparkles, and every frame with Lemmon's face in is a comedy classic. Couple this to the unerring luminous fabulousness of Marilyn Monroe and you have a movie that will never tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's say a small prayer of thank that the roles didn't - as was nearly the case - go to Jerry Lewis and Bob Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonderful, brilliant movie. It is, however, not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4010879532551430245?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4010879532551430245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4010879532551430245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4010879532551430245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4010879532551430245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-like-it-hot.html' title='Some Like It Hot'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7573969344557803217</id><published>2010-02-22T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:11:45.410Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Kevin Billington, 1970&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: David Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I defy anyone to watch this film and not think of him. The stuffy old Tory leaders being superceded by a supercilious man from the PR industry telling you his clamour for power's really all about giving power back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by the director with Peter Cook, John Cleese and Graham Chapman, it usually gets belittled in reviews. Like How To Get Ahead In Advetising and Cecil B Demented, it's two-star decried for being a heavy handed rant dressed up as a fictional plot. Which is exactly the reason I'd give those films four stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the Python's other work, they cannot write parts for women (what do we expect from a bunch of men who went to posh single-sex schools?). But if we leave aside what it doesn't do and concentrate on what it does, it's superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite numerous opportunities for cattle, there are none to be seen. However, there is a goat, standing on a bench with the prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7573969344557803217?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7573969344557803217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7573969344557803217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7573969344557803217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7573969344557803217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/rise-and-rise-of-michael-rimmer.html' title='The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8789019276632547046</id><published>2010-02-19T23:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:52:51.927Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Bedazzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Stanley Donen, 1967&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Cooke and Dudley Moore in a fabulous 60s rewrite of Faust. They, as you'd expect, play a variety of roles. Eleanor Bron - who weirdly enough had a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mmal0PMkmI"&gt;cameo&lt;/a&gt; with John Cleese in a 1979 episode of Dr Who written by Douglas Adams - matches up with a range of foils for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the script and acting but the setting. It's made me want to dig out a bunch of 60s British films I've not seen for a couple of decades - Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush, Up the Junction, Alfie, and The Rise and Rise of Michael Rimmer. Hopefully some of them will have a better cattle count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8789019276632547046?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8789019276632547046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8789019276632547046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8789019276632547046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8789019276632547046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/bedazzled.html' title='Bedazzled'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-2387664687752786842</id><published>2010-02-16T01:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:19:12.107Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Quadrophenia</title><content type='html'>Watching this again the parallels with Saturday Night Fever are startling, as I &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-night-fever.html"&gt;said earlier&lt;/a&gt;. And now I'm wondering if the connection isn't more direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Fever was based on a 1976 article by Nik Cohn, 'Tribal Rites of the New Saturday Night'. He said at the time it was journalism, but 20 years later he &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1996/06/09/nyregion/saturday-night-fever-the-life.html?sec=&amp;spon=&amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;admitted&lt;/a&gt; it was fictional, based in Shepherd's Bush mods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it even more fictional than that? Quadrophenia came out three years later. However Quadrophenia the rock opera came out in 1973. Did Cohn just lift the basics of the story and transplant it to disco era New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, there are some good rural bits in the movie as they go to and from Brighton, it wouldn't have taken much to put a few cows in one of the fields. Just ordinary ones would have been fine, they wouldn't have had to be customised mod cows with loads of wing mirrors sticking out. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-2387664687752786842?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2387664687752786842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=2387664687752786842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2387664687752786842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2387664687752786842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/quadrophenia.html' title='Quadrophenia'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-625239753204833544</id><published>2010-02-05T12:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:05:08.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Fish Tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Andrea Arnold, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An astonishing capturing of the post-adolescent period of life, part adult with the serious choices to make, part child terrifyingly unaware of how the world works and the dangers that lie a moment away on all sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profoundly realistic, proving that you really don't need guns, rich people, murders, helicopters or vampires to make compelling drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's set in London, yet they still work in a major part for that most overexposed cinematic livestock, the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-625239753204833544?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/625239753204833544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=625239753204833544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/625239753204833544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/625239753204833544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/fish-tank.html' title='Fish Tank'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-5731352172603640154</id><published>2010-02-04T10:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:34:58.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Don't Look Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nicolas Roeg, 1973&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creepy film set in Venice is unlikely to provide cows a-plenty, but they still manage time to squeeze in that overfilmed animal, the horse. Horses have got to be the most common animal in films. The equine-loving brigade have surely had their fill by now, time to move over a few of the whinnying longfaces and get some lovely square-arsed square-nosed livestock on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-5731352172603640154?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5731352172603640154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=5731352172603640154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5731352172603640154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5731352172603640154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-look-now.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Now'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-5169114238245608350</id><published>2010-02-02T02:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:21:32.867Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Sweeney!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;David Wickes, 1977&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the TV series didn't exist, this movie would be thought of as a pacy, grimy British crime flick alongside Get Carter. But somehow the anti flares-era snobbery prevails and anything to do with the Sweeney is seen as kitsch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This (unlike the negligible limp sequel &lt;i&gt;Sweeney 2&lt;/i&gt;) is a brilliant film of urban crime, power politics, the way the ruling eilte will always act above anything the law can affect or the front pages will tell. And the chemistry and banter between Thaw and Waterman is just magnificent; real, human and witty yet never undermining the gravity of their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard on the heels of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/whisky-galore.html"&gt;Whisky Galore!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/shafts-big-score.html"&gt;Shaft's Big Score!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, this is the third film I've watched in recent weeks with more exclamation marks in the title than cows on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-5169114238245608350?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5169114238245608350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=5169114238245608350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5169114238245608350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5169114238245608350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweeney.html' title='Sweeney!'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8586436068012810665</id><published>2010-02-01T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:11:51.603Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Take It Or Leave It</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dave Robinson, 1981&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley made the most universal music ever. All around the world, all kinds of people love his stuff. Not as in don't mind it, but as in really deeply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness have a tinge of that position in Britain. They have the music-hall element necessary for any British band to be taken to our hearts (Sergeant Peppers was profoundly experimental an all, but When I'm 64, Being For The Benefit of Mr Kite, Lovely Rita, they could all have been done on &lt;a href="http://www.screenonline.org.uk/tv/id/788925/index.html"&gt;The Good Old Days&lt;/a&gt;). They also played a version of 2-Tone ska, the first multicultural music to originate in the UK. They have the British cuddly irreverence and cheek like we see in the Ealing comedies, but they can also make clear moral statements on songs like Embarrassment and Ghost Train. Their videos are still a joy to watch, fresh, funny, loose, boisterous, sparkling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a film of them in their early days, played by the band themselves a few years later, it should be great, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. I've found a movie with an even greater great-band/shit-movie discrepancy than &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/control.html"&gt;Control&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this film is boring. Shoddily shot, awkward, and with a pervading laddish meanness in lieu of any subtler way of having interaction, it's an endurance test. And I say that as someone who really loves the band and their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fair bit of Sweeney London as the backdrop. Which of course has a dearth of bovines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8586436068012810665?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8586436068012810665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8586436068012810665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8586436068012810665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8586436068012810665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-it-or-leave-it.html' title='Take It Or Leave It'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-5502423388564131544</id><published>2010-01-29T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:05:13.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Pulp Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Quentin Tarantino, 1994&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fresh, stylish, inventive, playful, and riotously original as you remember it. But Tarantino's never hot on the livestock, is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-5502423388564131544?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5502423388564131544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=5502423388564131544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5502423388564131544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5502423388564131544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/pulp-fiction.html' title='Pulp Fiction'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6402538232635399065</id><published>2010-01-28T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:14:28.916Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Milos Forman, 1975&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this when I was about 15 and found it immensely powerful. Coming back to it a long time later, it is everything I remembered and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent group performances - so little is told of each patient's story, yet you feel you know it all and see exactly why they fail to function in the world), the subtlety of Nurse Ratchett's delivery, the allegory for the way society's norms will try to snap anyone who won't bend to them. And of course, Jack Nicholson's brilliant cocky lead, reprising many elements of his role in the underrated &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070290/"&gt;The Last Detail&lt;/a&gt; two years earlier (which was the next thing Hal Ashby directed after the magnificent &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/harold-and-maude.html"&gt;Harold And Maude&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo's Nest swept the Oscars, but then again what does that mean? So did fucking Chicago, whereas Apocalypse Now only picked them up for Best Cinematography and Best Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when a film's this good you can forgive it all manner of scenic oversights, even a lack of cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6402538232635399065?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6402538232635399065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6402538232635399065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6402538232635399065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6402538232635399065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html' title='One Flew Over The Cuckoo&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-971808440272800394</id><published>2010-01-27T17:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:16:41.838Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Car Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Michael Schultz, 1976&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lightweight movie, but it's far from worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of post-teen high energy in dead end jobs is leavened with the understated gravitas of ex-con Lonnie. Newly Nation of Islamed Dwayne - now Abdullah - is heavy-handedly characterised until the final scene with Lonnie where they share their sense of inner turmoil that their collegues don't feel. No clumsy moralising or hokey wisdom, but instead a highly plausible and much more affecting simply acknowledgement of their common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, it's a big bright daft sunshiney film, shot well so that we see the real life city going about its day around them. It's a hurried and caricatured affair, yet also somehow authentic, like finding a snapshot of childhood. And then there's Norman Whitfield's fabulous disco-soul soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set one one sunny Friday afternoon in urban LA, it's as cowless as you'd expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-971808440272800394?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/971808440272800394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=971808440272800394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/971808440272800394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/971808440272800394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/car-wash.html' title='Car Wash'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6077918664597770959</id><published>2010-01-25T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:19:17.414Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Children of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alfonso Cuarón, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision of the future so convincing, so recognisable, that I'm having problems thinking myself out of treating it as something of an inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene where Kee calls Theo for a private talk is in a barn with cows, which Kee talks about before getting down to the real purpose of their conversation. There are a couple of good off-camera moos in the farmyard too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6077918664597770959?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6077918664597770959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6077918664597770959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6077918664597770959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6077918664597770959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/children-of-men.html' title='Children of Men'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-9190637091562333221</id><published>2010-01-22T00:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:22:21.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>A Serious Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Joel and Ethan Coen, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Coen classic. The people in their movies actually look like people instead of polished Hollywood waxjobs, the events always feel realistic even when they're highly implausible, you often don't know if the comedy is really funny or if you're a little confused, and the storytelling is really odd. You've no idea where it's going, where it'll end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar looked great but fucking hell, you knew everything that was going to happen before you went in didn't you? That Star Wars Lord of the Rings thing.Whereas the Coens don't let you even feel sure about when major characters will bow out or what's a reasonable point to end the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again they've let the bovophiles in the audience down. Are we really meant to be satisfied with a dead deer? Poor show, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-9190637091562333221?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/9190637091562333221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=9190637091562333221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/9190637091562333221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/9190637091562333221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/serious-man.html' title='A Serious Man'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3228619864434072333</id><published>2010-01-21T12:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:21:32.432Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;James Cameron, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can livestock you expect of this CGI eye-candyfest, set entirely on another planet? That said, there's some bloody good six legged horses, and in the early scene where the chopper first sets the avatars down in the jungle, a few little goat things dash out of the way as it lands. More goats in movies! Who'd've thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3228619864434072333?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3228619864434072333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3228619864434072333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3228619864434072333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3228619864434072333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-1476910298187785086</id><published>2010-01-20T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:17:45.294Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>No Country for Old Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Joel and Ethan Coen, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for fuck's sake, so much rural Americana, but where's the fucking cattle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-1476910298187785086?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1476910298187785086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=1476910298187785086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1476910298187785086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1476910298187785086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No Country for Old Men'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-782567878035655251</id><published>2010-01-19T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:19:31.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Robinson In Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Patrick Keiller, 1997&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a simple documentary I find this very hard to describe in a way that conveys how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer of 1995 Keiller toured England, shooting stationary images of industrial and cultural interest. Witty, lefty, evocative and utterly absobing, helped immensely by the comforting, wry Peter Sallisesque voiceover of Paul Scofield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bit where they talk about coal going to Fiddlers Ferry power station there's a lovely shot of an indolent summery herd of friesans cudding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-782567878035655251?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/782567878035655251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=782567878035655251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/782567878035655251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/782567878035655251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/robinson-in-space.html' title='Robinson In Space'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-9099324997239675121</id><published>2010-01-14T11:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:39:48.499Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Central do Brasil (aka Central Station)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Walter Salles, 1998&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, goats get a good look-in. When I started keeping count of the cattle I knew that horses would be all over movies, but I never realised just how many goats there are. &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelie.html"&gt;Amelie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-annie-mary.html"&gt;Very Annie Mary&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/robin-and-marian.html"&gt;Robin and Marian&lt;/a&gt;, now this. Seven cow movies and four goat ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie also features donkeys and a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-9099324997239675121?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/9099324997239675121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=9099324997239675121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/9099324997239675121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/9099324997239675121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/central-do-brasil.html' title='Central do Brasil (aka Central Station)'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4218887771430661982</id><published>2010-01-12T17:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:32:50.882Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;John Badham, 1977&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a misunderstood film. Many people dismiss it as kitsch. The majority of these that I come across, when I actually ask them outright, haven't seen the film. Most of the rest have only seen the butchered TV edit that takes out the sex, swearing, drugs and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a pretty gritty coming of age film, with Tony Manero awash in post-adolescent intense unfocused drive. More than anything, this movie reminds me of Quadrophenia. The dominant music-centred youth cult of the day provides a backdrop for the story and outlet for the protagonist, who moves beyond his shitty job, belittling parents and uncomprehending small minded mates into the wide world; not knowing what he'll do next, only that something else that makes some sense has got to be out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine taking all the sex, drugs, violence and swearing out of Quadrophenia and see what you'd have left. Ignore the TV edit of Saturday Night Fever, it's the 18-certificate version or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie is set entirely in Brooklyn with a little Manhattan, there's a predictable level of bovine action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4218887771430661982?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4218887771430661982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4218887771430661982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4218887771430661982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4218887771430661982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-966071788669921011</id><published>2010-01-06T11:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:21:45.199Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Garth Jennings, 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another teaser like &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolat.html"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the animation explaining the babel fish we see a farmer and a cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Arthur uses the expression 'till the cows come home' and Zaphod Beeblebrox asks 'what are cows?'. Sadly, he doesn't get an illustrative answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-966071788669921011?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/966071788669921011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=966071788669921011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/966071788669921011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/966071788669921011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy.html' title='The Hitchhiker&apos;s Guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8110040476731199485</id><published>2009-12-31T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:53:26.593Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Anton Corbijn, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dull movie this is. You don't get any explanation as to why these people wanted to be in a band, what the music meant to them or anyone else, what Curtis's motivation was for writing, what the emotional content or basis of his relationships were, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit after he leaves Debbie that starts to move, but is quickly snuffed out by the clumsy 'voices during hypnosis' bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy handed, superficial, uninvolving. It feels like a movie made by a photographer. Imagine if Joy Division had never existed and this was just a piece of fiction. Nobody would like it. It is entirely reliant on people approving of the subject. As such, it stands alongside The Buddy Holly Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8110040476731199485?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8110040476731199485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8110040476731199485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8110040476731199485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8110040476731199485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6603854548725454100</id><published>2009-12-29T02:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:07:22.279Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Ladykillers</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alexander Mackendrick, 1955&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec Guinness delivers yet another brilliant comic performance, and shows the breadth of his talent by being an utterly complete character yet unlike any others he played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it for showing that real Britain, the shonky working class housng where you have a hammer hanging by the sink for banging the pipe to make the water work. This would get on to the screen later in the kitchen-sink dramas of the late 50s and early 60s, but the Ealings are the earliest British films I've seen where life seems real. And their approach to community and authority rings true as well. That is my Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladykillers is another urban Ealing comedy, so, once more, there's no place for cattle. There is consolation to be had in - as with &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/whisky-galore.html"&gt;Whisky Galore!&lt;/a&gt; - there's some non-plot related random horse action. This particular high quality gratuitous equine scene features Dennis the horse eating a load of apples off Frankie Howerd's cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6603854548725454100?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6603854548725454100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6603854548725454100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6603854548725454100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6603854548725454100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/ladykillers.html' title='The Ladykillers'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-616404254139228520</id><published>2009-12-28T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:52:00.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Whisky Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alexander Mackendrick, 1949&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratuitous shot of three horses walking on a beach, and of course some sheep, but no cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-616404254139228520?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/616404254139228520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=616404254139228520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/616404254139228520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/616404254139228520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/whisky-galore.html' title='Whisky Galore!'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-1813601392440872281</id><published>2009-12-23T12:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:11:40.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Robin and Marian</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Richard Lester, 1976&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird pedigree. Richard Lester (A Hard Day's Night, How I Won The War) directing Sean Connery as Robin Hood, Audrey Hepburn as Marian and Ronnie Barker as Friar Tuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's no merry adventures thing, it's 20 years after as Robin returns from fighting in the crusades and finds Marian's been living in a convent. It's got all the zest you expect from Lester, but with a softened pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unashamedly soppy film, it nonetheless carries a constant ache, it is is about lost time, the way that maturity does not often deliver the answers that youth expects will come. Hepburn's performance - her first in nearly a decade - is wonderful, a constant melancholy behind the eyes counterpointing her poise and wisdom, and there is a powerful feeling of a long love glowing between her and Connery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being set in the 12th century, there's a lot of quality livestock living around people. We get goats, pigs and geese, but surprisingly few cattle. But although they only have a minor role, it does at least have considerable prestige, drawing the funeral carriage of Richard the Lionheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-1813601392440872281?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1813601392440872281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=1813601392440872281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1813601392440872281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1813601392440872281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/robin-and-marian.html' title='Robin and Marian'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6305206912807450899</id><published>2009-12-22T17:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:47:22.861Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Deconstructing Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Woody Allen 1997&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst it's another of Allen's relationship-orientasted films, this has a dark, raw quality that points the way to the later comedy-free thrillers like Match Point and Cassandra's Dream. This harsh view of the world is compunded by a lack of cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6305206912807450899?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6305206912807450899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6305206912807450899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6305206912807450899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6305206912807450899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/deconstructing-harry.html' title='Deconstructing Harry'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6069333595346590986</id><published>2009-12-10T11:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:56:35.626Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>A Taste of Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tony Richardson, 1961&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Smiths lyrics are lifted from this script*, and you can see why. Much as New York City is the only place where &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/shaft.html"&gt;Shaft&lt;/a&gt; could make sense, so Industrial Manchester should get an Oscar for best supporting actor for A Taste of Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, the 1960s seemed centuries beyond the 30s, but from today's vantage point they're becoming indistinguishable. The grimy mid-century Britain of &lt;a href="http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-in-white-suit.html"&gt;Man In The White Suit&lt;/a&gt; looks the same as the one in A Taste of Honey, and even Kes is the same thing if you allow for the advent of colour film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as you'd expect for an inner city, there's no cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 'I dreamt about you last night and I fell out of bed twice' from Reel Around The Fountain, and 'the dream has gone but the baby is real' from This Night Has Opened My Eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6069333595346590986?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6069333595346590986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6069333595346590986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6069333595346590986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6069333595346590986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/taste-of-honey.html' title='A Taste of Honey'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3531523252099643548</id><published>2009-12-09T00:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:19:54.210Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Shaft's Big Score!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gordon Parks, 1972&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second movie taken from Ernest Tidyman's novels about black New York private detective John Shaft. Strangely they went straight from the first to the third book, for some reason ignoring Shaft Among The Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNN3LGbxLi8/Sx7sLG5wfxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NV0_RaAXEG0/s1600-h/shaft_among_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNN3LGbxLi8/Sx7sLG5wfxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NV0_RaAXEG0/s320/shaft_among_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credit to director Parks for having a stab at writing a Theme From Shaft stylee follow-up theme tune for this one himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cost a bit more to make than the first Shaft movie largely, one suspects, due to the overused helicopter. Yes, helicopters, cars driving through piles of cardboard boxes, cars ploughing into lines of oil drums, it's practically an I-Spy Book of Cop Show Cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kinnell, look at the frigging poster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNN3LGbxLi8/Sx7giUj5e9I/AAAAAAAAACw/BMUj7yjKYPI/s1600-h/ShaftBigScore.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNN3LGbxLi8/Sx7giUj5e9I/AAAAAAAAACw/BMUj7yjKYPI/s320/ShaftBigScore.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helicopter exploding, speedboat, and immensely phallic gun from Shaft's leathered groin. And what an apologist defeated tagline, 'you liked it before so he's back with more'. Why not 'the first one was good and we'd like some more of your money'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a theory that the badness of a movie is proportional to the amount of screentime devoted to helicopters. I'd like to add a bovinity-dearth corollary to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3531523252099643548?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3531523252099643548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3531523252099643548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3531523252099643548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3531523252099643548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/shafts-big-score.html' title='Shaft&apos;s Big Score!'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNN3LGbxLi8/Sx7sLG5wfxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NV0_RaAXEG0/s72-c/shaft_among_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-2545531520990663694</id><published>2009-12-08T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:31:57.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Shaft</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gordon Parks, 1971&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cold wintry New York City playing a strong role as supporting actor (can you imagine if this were shot in Cleveland or Huddersfield?), it's a great tense, pacy blaxploitation caper, but let down by a lack of bovinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-2545531520990663694?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2545531520990663694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=2545531520990663694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2545531520990663694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2545531520990663694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/shaft.html' title='Shaft'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7705495914077430430</id><published>2009-12-07T10:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:42:04.129Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Duck Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Leo McCarey 1933&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thoughts, I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groucho gets in a good cow gag there, and there is a scene with a horse in bed, but that's as good as it gets on the livestock front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7705495914077430430?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7705495914077430430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7705495914077430430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7705495914077430430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7705495914077430430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/duck-soup.html' title='Duck Soup'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4943378124976891114</id><published>2009-12-04T00:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:41:43.102Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Withnail and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Bruce Robinson, 1987&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very large and prominent bull 'wants to get down there and have sex with those cows,' giving Marwood a different kind of The Fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, encouraged by Farmer Parkin and with the aid of a cascade of groceries, he sees the bull off and manages to shut that gate and keep it shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4943378124976891114?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4943378124976891114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4943378124976891114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4943378124976891114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4943378124976891114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/withnail-and-i.html' title='Withnail and I'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4929955147271904175</id><published>2009-12-03T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:03:25.711Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Harold and Maude</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hal Ashby, 1971&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4929955147271904175?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4929955147271904175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4929955147271904175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4929955147271904175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4929955147271904175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/12/harold-and-maude.html' title='Harold and Maude'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7172597748245682040</id><published>2009-11-28T14:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:57:20.681Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Bunny and The Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Paul King, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the title gives you high hopes for cattle, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this Withnailesque blend of comedy underscored poignant melancholy is shot in a dreamlike magical style so, for example, horses appear yet they're cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an actual live dog called Cow, and there's a full size live bull made of cogs and assorted other metalwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is, briefly but significantly, a big black bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7172597748245682040?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7172597748245682040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7172597748245682040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7172597748245682040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7172597748245682040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/bunny-and-bull.html' title='Bunny and The Bull'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7334256490919856594</id><published>2009-11-24T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:08:07.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Coffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jack Hill, 1973&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the most pronounced cows:gratuitous tits ratio discrepancy of any movie that's any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7334256490919856594?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7334256490919856594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7334256490919856594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7334256490919856594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7334256490919856594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffy.html' title='Coffy'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3949993556296728363</id><published>2009-11-23T23:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:10:06.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Capturing the Friedmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Andrew Jarecki, 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this absolutely extraordinary documentary - how can you manage to deal with an issue like child sex abuse without making an audience jump to conclusions? - when Peter Panaro talks of driving upstate to visit Arnold Friedman in jail, the sequence starts with a great close-up of a cow pushing its big square nose towards the camera in a sunny field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3949993556296728363?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3949993556296728363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3949993556296728363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3949993556296728363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3949993556296728363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/capturing-friedmans.html' title='Capturing the Friedmans'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7877003948093232954</id><published>2009-11-23T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Being John Malkovich</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Spike Jonze, 1999&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7877003948093232954?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7877003948093232954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7877003948093232954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7877003948093232954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7877003948093232954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-john-malkovich.html' title='Being John Malkovich'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-6759260404049642548</id><published>2009-11-20T17:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Chocolat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lasse Hallström, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a halfling, a bovine twilight film, an undefined double-agent of teasing confusion. Several times you hear cows in the background, but you never get to see them. I think that means it counts as a no-cow film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-6759260404049642548?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6759260404049642548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=6759260404049642548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6759260404049642548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/6759260404049642548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/chocolat.html' title='Chocolat'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-7995689089645267930</id><published>2009-11-18T00:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Sleeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Woody Allen, 1973&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows. But an eight foot chicken is something of a commendable mitigating factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-7995689089645267930?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7995689089645267930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=7995689089645267930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7995689089645267930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/7995689089645267930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeper.html' title='Sleeper'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3065496457662942389</id><published>2009-11-16T14:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Confessions of A Dangerous Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;George Clooney, 2002&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to love about this criminally overlooked movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rattling good tale taken from the 'unauthorised autobiography' of game show host and CIA hitman Chuck Barris, turned into a characteristically sparky screenplay by Charlie Kaufman, directed by George Clooney, a great lead performance from Moon's brilliant leading (almost solo) man Sam Rockwell, and even hilariously underplayed cameos from Brad Pitt and Matt Damon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what's not to love. Not a cow in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, for the third time in only eleven movies so far logged here - Amelie and Very Annie Mary being the others - there are goats but no cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Helsinki scene a truckful of goats goes by. Later, in East Berlin, Chuck gets into the back of a truck with a load of blokes and a goat. It looks a lot like the same truck and leads me to the conclusion that they shot all the 'icy European cities' scenes in one swift go, recycling the goat truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate production values? Or bovophobia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3065496457662942389?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3065496457662942389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3065496457662942389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3065496457662942389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3065496457662942389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-dangerous-mind.html' title='Confessions of A Dangerous Mind'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4079099655773444281</id><published>2009-11-13T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The End of The Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Neil Jordan, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4079099655773444281?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4079099655773444281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4079099655773444281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4079099655773444281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4079099655773444281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-affair.html' title='The End of The Affair'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-1143359960903623842</id><published>2009-11-10T22:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Very Annie Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sara Sugarman, 2001&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Annie Mary wearing something that looks like cow-print chaps, and despite the extensive use of rural location and the inclusion of quality close-ups of more unusual livestock like geese and goats, this is nonetheless a bovine free zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-1143359960903623842?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1143359960903623842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=1143359960903623842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1143359960903623842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/1143359960903623842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-annie-mary.html' title='Very Annie Mary'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8121917359653544519</id><published>2009-11-10T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:05:46.257Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Michel Gondry, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the writer/director partnership of Charlie Kaufman and Michel Gondry, whose follow-up was the incomparable Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind, comes this tale of human pretence, artifice, neurosis and the way we value what we idealise at the cost of what we actually have. As Nathan Bronfman advises Puff, a man raised as an ape as he struggles to become civilised, 'remember, when in doubt, don't ever do what you really want to do'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end, as Puff marches proudly back to the forest, he nods to two cows in a field by the road. It's not just a passing touch but a clear symbolic comment that civilisation has turned us all into domestic cattle. Moo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8121917359653544519?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8121917359653544519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8121917359653544519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8121917359653544519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8121917359653544519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8441512877252438649</id><published>2009-11-09T01:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Omen</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Richard Donner, 1976&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of diabolical film could be set in modern England with a herd of giraffes and a troop of baboons, yet no cows? Truly satanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8441512877252438649?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8441512877252438649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8441512877252438649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8441512877252438649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8441512877252438649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/omen.html' title='The Omen'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-3388433644953991395</id><published>2009-11-08T20:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.012Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Man in the White Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Alexander Mackendrick, 1951&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model horse and a painting of a stag in Mr Birnley's study are as close as it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-3388433644953991395?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3388433644953991395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=3388433644953991395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3388433644953991395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/3388433644953991395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-in-white-suit.html' title='The Man in the White Suit'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-4582166712678822151</id><published>2009-11-07T15:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.012Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>The Italian Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Peter Collinson, 1969&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-4582166712678822151?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4582166712678822151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=4582166712678822151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4582166712678822151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/4582166712678822151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/italian-job.html' title='The Italian Job'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8932932901595867980</id><published>2009-11-06T14:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.012Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Amelie</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeunet, 2001&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows. (But there is a rather fine goat).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8932932901595867980?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8932932901595867980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8932932901595867980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8932932901595867980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8932932901595867980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/amelie.html' title='Amelie'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-2721942437329876037</id><published>2009-10-29T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:41.012Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies without cows'/><title type='text'>Annie Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woody Allen, 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-2721942437329876037?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2721942437329876037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=2721942437329876037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2721942437329876037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/2721942437329876037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/annie-hall.html' title='Annie Hall'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-5582238942367582775</id><published>2009-10-28T10:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:11.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Terry Gilliam, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Francis Ford Coppola is a bovophobe. Although I estimate that cattle appear in about a third of all movies, there's not a cow to be seen in the entirety of the Godfather trilogy, I don't think there are any in The Conversation, and then in Apocalypse Now there's that cruelly drawn-out scene of the cow being slaughtered. And they did it for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's a sick irony in ever having happy cows on screen at all, given that movies are shot on film made with gelatin from the boiled bones of animals including cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, as with Apocalypse Now, there are only dead cows in The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus. They are banged into by a gondola as they float lifeless in a river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-5582238942367582775?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5582238942367582775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=5582238942367582775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5582238942367582775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/5582238942367582775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/imaginarium-of-dr-parnassus.html' title='The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162066602514495051.post-8443493363594422669</id><published>2009-10-27T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:29:11.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo-vies with cows'/><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;David Fincher, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times during the film Mr Daws, Benjamin's elderly room mate, recounts tales of the seven times he was struck by lightning, visually depicted by scratchy old film of the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Once when I was in the field, just tending to my cows,' he says, and lo, there are some cows who appear unscathed as Mr Daws gets zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll see a lot more of these reflective, intelligent, meditative films about ageing in the coming years (indeed, I'd say Charlie Kaufman's epic &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Synedoche New York&lt;/span&gt; is already on the list). The 60s and 70s were full of teen culture because of the demographic bulge of baby boomers. Now they're getting old and dealing with very old, senile, gibbering wrecks of parents and realising it's their turn next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping there'll be plenty of nice cows in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162066602514495051-8443493363594422669?l=cowsinmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8443493363594422669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7162066602514495051&amp;postID=8443493363594422669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8443493363594422669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7162066602514495051/posts/default/8443493363594422669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowsinmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>merrick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
