My life at the movies.
Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson. Starring Philip Baker Hall, John C. Reilly, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Samuel L. Jackson.
Paul Thomas Anderson’s feature debut. Philip Baker Hall plays a professional gambler who takes a young man played by John C. Reilly under his wing. As the story unfolds, we meet a casino waitress played by Gwyneth Paltrow and a hustling security guard played by Samuel Jackson. Continue reading...
Directed by Guy Ritchie. Starring Jason Statham, Holt McCallany, Josh Hartnett, and Rocci Williams.
Jason Statham plays an enigmatic loner who joins an armored car service and displays uncanny skills while thwarting an attempted robbery. The twisty script features plot holes big enough to drive said armored car through but with Statham leading this combination of heist and revenge flick, they prove easy enough to ignore. Continue reading...
Directed by Jorma Taccone and Akiva Schaffer. Starring Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone, Akiva Schaffer, and Sarah Silverman.
A contemporary This is Spinal Tap. Andy Samberg plays Conner4Real, a pop star riding high on the eve of his much-anticipated sophomore release. The standard fall-from-grace-then-redemption plot follows, but the script’s biting commentary on celebrity culture and Connor’s catchy, hilarious, and often outrageous songs prove entertaining.
Directed by Luca Guadagnino. Starring Chloë Grace Moretz, Tilda Swinton, Doris Hick, and Malgorzata Bela.
Ambitious. How else to describe a film that analogizes dancing to spell-casting and a coven of witches to the Red Army Faction. I appreciate that ambition, and the influences director Luca Guadagnino brings to bear. But the result didn’t thrill me. Continue reading...
Directed by Dario Argento. Starring Michael Brandon, Mimsy Farmer, Jean-Pierre Marielle, and Aldo Bufi Landi.
Writer-director Dario Argento’s third entry in his “Animal Trilogy” behind The Bird with the Crystal Plumage and The Cat o’ Nine Tails. Michael Brandon plays a drummer in a successful rock band. One night after rehearsal, he confronts a stalker and commits manslaughter. His crime goes undiscovered by police, but another stalker threatens first to expose him, then to kill him. Continue reading...
Directed by Brian De Palma. Starring Paul Williams, William Finley, Jessica Harper, and Gerrit Graham.
It’s not a musical. The Andrew Lloyd Webber version is a musical. This Phantom of the Opera adaptation plays as a black comedy, transplanting the classic tale from the world of opera to glam rock with Faustian touches. And it’s terrific. Continue reading...
Directed by Ingmar Bergman. Starring Ulla Jacobsson, Eva Dahlbeck, Harriet Andersson, and Margit Carlqvist.
Entertaining albeit frustrating comedy-drama period-piece from writer-director Ingmar Bergman. Continue reading...
Directed by Lionel Barrymore and Wesley Ruggles. Starring Raquel Torres, Charles Bickford, Nils Asther, and George F. Marion.
Revisited on Watch TCM. The higher resolution did nothing to improve the film.
Directed by Basil Dearden. Starring Stanley Baker, Anne Heywood, David McCallum, and Peter Cushing.
A stacked cast and vivid location photography elevate this story of juvenile delinquency. Stanley Baker makes a strong case for Watchlist inclusion as a Liverpool detective volun-told to take over as Juvenile Liaison Officer. David McCallum plays the requisite troubled youth. Peter Cushing turns up as the local priest. The Liverpool photography puts you on the streets of the Beatles hometown a few years before they broke big. Baker and McCallum ensure you’re never bored. The script avoids soapbox soliloquies and rations the melodramatics. A pleasant surprise.
Directed by Michael Rubbo. Starring Mathew Mackay, Siluck Saysanasy, Alison Darcy, and Michael Hogan.
The bizarre story of a boy who suffers a fright and loses his hair. The ghosts of two winos proffer a formula for hair growth which he botches, leading to hair that won’t stop growing. He goes from bald at breakfast to Cousin Itt by dinner. Soon he’s kidnapped by a maniacal paintbrush manufacturer and doped on yogurt while his never-ending hair serves as raw materials for paintbrush bristles. It’s the sort of dark fantasy I enjoyed as a kid and appreciate as an adult. Not a great movie, but I appreciate its refusal to talk down to its audience and the resulting dissonance. What did I just watch?
