My life at the movies.
Directed by Dario Argento. Starring James Franciscus, Karl Malden, Catherine Spaak, and Pier Paolo Capponi.
I’d long considered Dario Argento’s sophomore effort a disappointment, but upon revisiting I discovered a competent—albeit unremarkable—mystery film. Continue reading...
Directed by Jörg Buttgereit. Starring Bernd Daktari Lorenz, Beatrice Manowski, Harald Lundt, and Collosseo.
As much as I’d like to dismiss it, Nekromantik isn’t trash. It’s too damn self-aware and well-executed. It’s also the first film to make me gag since the toilet bowl scene in Trainspotting. Continue reading...
Directed by David Cronenberg. Starring Marilyn Chambers, Frank Moore, Joe Silver, Howard Ryshpan, Patricia Gage, and Susan Roman.
Cronenberg iterates on the premise of his prior film, Shivers, delivering a hybrid vampire/zombie picture that’s just as uncomfortable, but bigger in scope. Continue reading...
Directed by Brian De Palma. Starring Jonathan Warden, Robert De Niro, Gerrit Graham, and Richard Hamilton.
Robert De Niro’s first credited feature. He plays one of three New York City twenty-somethings navigating the Vietnam War draft, computer-dating, and JFK conspiracy theories. De Palma structures the film as a series of vignettes, each with its own title card. Continue reading...
Directed by Gordon Douglas. Starring Clint Walker, Edd Byrnes, John Russell, Ray Danton, and Claude Akins.
Warren Oates’ first credited feature. The story centers on the titular Kelly, a trapper played by Clint Walker who finds himself caught between a Sioux tribe, the US Army, and an alluring Arapahoe hostage. Continue reading...
Directed by Ingmar Bergman. Starring Doris Svedlund, Birger Malmsten, Eva Henning, and Hasse Ekman.
Bergman’s first feature from his own screenplay. An ambitious movie-within-a-movie following a writer, played by Malmsten, who falls for a prostitute, played by Svedlund. Bergman proffers a dark—bordering on nihilistic—point of view throughout and flexes his formal muscles in an extended dream sequence. The result didn’t resonate—the dream sequence felt pretentious—but I appreciated the uncompromising vision. The scene where Malmsten and Svedlund laugh at a silent film’s inanity to escape their own misery proved a standout.
Directed by Frank McDonald. Starring Humphrey Bogart, Margaret Lindsay, Donald Woods, and E.E. Clive.
Miscast island melodrama has Bogart as the mustachioed, pith helmet-wearing owner of a South Seas pearl harvesting operation. Conflict arises when the natives refuse to work, and shipwrecked stranger Donald Woods falls for Bogart’s wife. Bogart’s giant octopus fight had me laughing. The ridiculous, exposition-laden finale even more so.
Directed by Gavin Hood. Starring Hugh Jackman, Liev Schreiber, Ryan Reynolds, and Danny Huston.
Anemic prequel detailing Wolverine’s origin. Reeks of studio interference down to the awkward title. The nonsensical script feels like a Frankenstein amalgam of various drafts stitched together to meet a deadline. The plot-hole leaden result sacrifices gravitas for mass-market appeal, wasting the charismatic cast and stand-out photography.
Directed by Howard Hawks. Starring John Wayne, Dean Martin, Ricky Nelson, and Angie Dickinson.
My favorite movie stars John Wayne as a Texas sheriff struggling to hold a powerful land baron’s no-good brother for murder. Continue reading...
Directed by David Cronenberg. Starring Paul Hampton, Joe Silver, Lynn Lowry, Allan Kolman, Susan Petrie, and Barbara Steele.
A high-rise apartment’s residents fall prey to a malignant parasite, compelling them to orgiastic violence. Cronenberg mixes ‘50s sci-fi sensibilities with graphic body horror, resulting in a most uncomfortable watch. Continue reading...
