As teenagers into punk music, my friends and I all somehow knew that Repo Man was a movie we were supposed to see. I have no idea where that came from, it must have been osmosis, since none of us really liked the music of the LA punk scene which appears in the film. And when we did rent it, we reveled in its strangeness (completely unaware of the Kiss Me Deadly allusions). Then Sid and Nancy came out and we were there, opening night, at the dingy art-house theater, once again reveling in a compelling story with great music. Then came Straight To Hell, which was a must-see due to Joe Strummer's presence, although even at age 15, we knew a mess of a film when we saw it. Then came Walker, which we recognized as politically right on, although less gripping to our teenage sensibilities. (I recently rewatched the Criterion edition of it, and found it pretty uneven on the whole.)
And then...? Well, then Alex Cox kind of faded out of sight to us. I had completely forgotten about him until I was watching the 2005 documentary The Spaghetti West, in which he appears as a commentator. That led me to look up his filmography and see what he'd been up to in the intervening two decades, and check out some of the five other feature films he'd completed (since joined by The Searchers 2.0 which makes for ten total, or the "X" of the title). Personally, I found 1996's Death and the Compass (based on the Borges short story) pretty much unwatchable due to its muddy picture and sound. 1998's Three Businessmen is much better technically, and marginally better in terms of sustaining my interest. 2002's Revengers Tragedy (based on an early 17th-century play), while certainly not likely to appeal to a wide audience, is definitely worth checking out.
Anyway, what Cox does is go through his ten features (not including The Winner, which he took his name off), outlining the genesis, preproduction, production, and aftermath of each. For those with an interest in indie film, it's pretty illuminating, as Cox gets into the nitty gritty aspects of cobbling together international financing and distribution, and how that all affects locations, actors, shooting schedules, logistics, marketing, etc. Some of this gets too detailed, and while it's nice that Cox is eager to give accolades to his crews, I could have done with a little less namechecking of the lighting second assistant, or fourth gaffer, etc. Still, his candor is refreshing, and he's a much better writer than many filmmakers. Cox is a solid raconteur, with a very readable, chatty prose style, often filled with humor. If you're thinking about life as an indie filmmaker, this is well worth picking up just to get a taste of the wide range of challenges involved, as well as the rich creative rewards.