Markyboo, it's great to see a DS fan with an appreciation for the films of the Sixties and Seventies (I love the earlier mid-century decades too). I absolutely agree regarding 99 percent of the rubbish H'wood churns out these days. When I think about the current scene, the prevailing emotion is no longer anything as vigorous as distaste. It is boredom--tired, enervated boredom. (I wish I could insert a clip of Grayson as Julia deviously throwing Dave Woodard off the track in '67--"frankly, Dave, I'm boooored." LOVE that scene.)
Let's hope that the J. Depp Shadows project escapes the curse of script-by-committee, over-produced gloss, supporting actors who are very pretty but can't act their way out of a soggy Dunkin Donuts bag, and C G Isn't.
cheers, G.