11-25-2025, 12:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2025, 12:44 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Ttt over 11 years later.
And now I’ve been talent for El Rey for two seasons, and it’s already gone dark. What a wonderful weird world…
Watched this again in honor of Jimmy Cliff’s passing. It’s such an odd film, more like cinéma vérité than a reggae thriller. Cliff’s character Ivan is such a punk. He’s also so young - it was 1972. The soundtrack is bashment - raw roots reggae - how Rasta sausage is made. Toots is so young too. Stacy popped in for a second to watch and was struck by how well it captured that singular Jamaican vibe - we both felt it brought us right back to when we were there in ‘96, except the for the cars. For some reason, Leslie Kong really stuck out to me - it’s the most footage of him I’ve ever seen. Usually he’s just in still photos. He was a major producer mogul in the foundation days of reggae, and was who discovered Cliff irl. The chillum scene also sticks out - hard to hit those with such panache and volume. Like I said, cinéma vérité.
Such a fitting snapshot of those early years of reggae. Still love this film for so many reasons, despite its quirky unevenness.
Seen on hoopla.
And now I’ve been talent for El Rey for two seasons, and it’s already gone dark. What a wonderful weird world…
Watched this again in honor of Jimmy Cliff’s passing. It’s such an odd film, more like cinéma vérité than a reggae thriller. Cliff’s character Ivan is such a punk. He’s also so young - it was 1972. The soundtrack is bashment - raw roots reggae - how Rasta sausage is made. Toots is so young too. Stacy popped in for a second to watch and was struck by how well it captured that singular Jamaican vibe - we both felt it brought us right back to when we were there in ‘96, except the for the cars. For some reason, Leslie Kong really stuck out to me - it’s the most footage of him I’ve ever seen. Usually he’s just in still photos. He was a major producer mogul in the foundation days of reggae, and was who discovered Cliff irl. The chillum scene also sticks out - hard to hit those with such panache and volume. Like I said, cinéma vérité.
Such a fitting snapshot of those early years of reggae. Still love this film for so many reasons, despite its quirky unevenness.
Seen on hoopla.
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