’70s
Noah’s Barks pages covering things relating to the years 1970 to 1979, i.e. the ’70s.
Noah’s Barks pages covering things relating to the years 1970 to 1979, i.e. the ’70s.

It’s easy to deride Van Halen in the light of the dozens of mediocre spawns they birthed, and they hold a large responsibility for ushering in the worst era of rock: glam metal—but make no mistake. Van Halen aren’t your usual KISS or Mötley Crüe. They’re actually a great fuckin’ band (Lee Roth era only) and their debut… (read more)

‘The Amityville Horror’ is a surprisingly subtle capturing of gradual domestic violence and its associated dread, ultimately succumbing to its sensationalist origins. (read more)

When talking about Brian De Palma‘s sense of excess in his films, it’s more often a positive—he makes even typical tales grandiose. The Fury is excess by lack of imagination. The Fury takes a silly concept and tries to run straight with it, fucking up all the way with horrible dialogue, pointless scenes, dragged shots,… (read more)

AKA: Hausu House is so fun and unique that I’m almost surprised it hasn’t found major mainstream popularity. I never would’ve heard of it if not for the internet. For how zany and psychedelic the entire experience is, I found parts of it exhausting. It gets better about that as it goes, but the parodying… (read more)

Oh, no! Young Frankenstein is perfectly good with nothing easy for me to pick on. All I can give this one is that it was a movie almost completely focused on laughs, and I’ve laughed harder. Gene Wilder is phenomenal, yet Peter Boyle almost steals the show. It’s a waste he practically disappears from the… (read more)

Another one of the ’70’s many animated Super Robot movies featuring some of Japan’s most iconic cultural heroes. (read more)

Another team-up between two beloved ’70s mecha, but its storyline is a cut above most of its contemporaries—if only slightly. (read more)

Three titans of mecha gathered in one feature does little to elevate this above standard ’70s mecha anime fare. (read more)

I want to like Stormbringer more than I actually do. Well, that describes my feelings towards Deep Purple in general. But this one’s kind of an underdog: it marks uncharted territory for the band with the funk addition which actually works since Coverdale doesn’t opt the vocal mannerisms of funk like a lot of lame… (read more)

A Mexploitation of exploitations? It has to be Sam Peckinpah, and Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia poster makes both facts obvious. Warren Oates might want to be cool, but he’s an aging, poor bartender who lives in squalor with his prostitute lover. Problems aren’t solved with a bullet and a laugh this time… (read more)