Let's face it, for the most part, remakes are the third nipple of cinema - superfluous conceits that usually prove nothing but how better the original inevitably is. Now this isn't to say there has never been a well made remake - a good cover is a good cover after all - but even the better remakes really have no need to exist. I mean really, the original is almost always available on some sort of home video format, why not fucking watch that. Okay, okay, perhaps I am being a bit harsh with the third nipple analogy (and I apologize to any of those who may actually have said extra nipple), because there are actually some good remakes out there. The new Rod Lurie-directed Straw Dogs, though it is far from terrible, is not necessarily one of these. Granted, it is capably made remake, though it does lose much of the inherent dangerous power of the Peckinpah original, but just as far from good as it is from bad. But anyway, I am not here to review the film so much as introduce the review of the film I have already written and which is currently up and running over at The Cinematheque. Go there if you want to hear me prattle on about how this new version of the controversial, and quite subversive 1971 film is merely just another unnecessary cog in the so-called wheel of.....well, you get the picture.
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