there's a thing where you adds 'in my ass' to the end of a movie title, so here are some…
An experience in terror and suspense.
A government agent is determined to come to his son's rescue, when a sinister official kidnaps him to harness his extremely powerful psychic abilities.
Oh, Brian, you insanely talented man. All the way through The Fury I was thinking "This isn't so great... meh." That is, until the last scene and that last fucking shot. You got me, you really got me. That was best final shot in any movie, ever. Holy fuck, really, De Palma!? You had the balls to even roll the credits after that. Genius. Pure genius.
The Fury stars Kirk Douglas, John Cassavetes, and Amy Irving. Douglas was fit, man. He looked like he could lift a horse. Cassavetes sported a sling throughout the film. I'm sure it was a character choice as he doesn't have much to do here. He still is as creepy as all fuck. Irving isn't…
Film is seen through sight. Images translate to our brains through our eyes into materiality – what is the becomes that, evidence of something that was in a place in time. But it is only an illusion that our eyes deceive. "Let that screen fill your mind," we are told. And yet, we cannot touch. We can desire to touch—out of lust, anger, fear, or love—but to touch is to destroy the screen.
Perhaps more than Blow-Out, De Palma's The Fury addresses our relationship to cinema, except through the most insane, backwards way possible: a conspiracy thriller with a psychological horror fantasy bent. But every moment in this film is either one of sight or touch. Sight is what allows…
Being a parent is hard. One day you're a superhero, a literal giant, necessary for your child's survival. Then all of a sudden they're bigger and faster than you, smarter and more mature, and off to college where they learn to use their minds to blow up fascism and the agents of darkness and they don't need you anymore.
It looks like Carrie was still on De Palma’s mind when he made this off-the-rails horror movie about a couple of star-crossed psychics. The Fury is as bonkers as you might expect with its overcomplicated premise and a bizarre conglomeration of recognisable actors, including a brief glimpse of Daryl Hannah in her first on-screen role.
De Palma’s tongue-in-cheek vibe allows you to laugh at the over the top characters who spend most of their time screaming and bleeding like a bunch of nincompoops in a Dario Argento movie. Although The Fury is not some throwaway rubbish, its unnecessary explosions and body bursts actually predate Michael Bay and David Cronenberg’s use of such techniques, who knew De Palma was such a…
The story--some hogwash about the militarization of psychic teens and the super-spy-dad who just wants to rescue his son from the clutches of an evil black-wearin' guy--has all the lumpy pleasures of a beat up novel you might find abandoned on a seat at a Greyhound station. This doesn't need anything more, really, it is a product after all, but De Palma injects into it all of this weird 70s paranoia, film brat angst, and generational anxiety that make it feel like a bigger statement. Like maybe this movie could cogently explain the root causes of racism or abuse or how movies work on the subconscious or various theories on other real life psychic maladies if it didn't also have to have shoot outs and car chases (note: I'm glad it does!) or characters and a plot (note: these are not as good). I'm happy to have it both ways. What an explosive mess!
John Cassavetes is an evil Creep pt.2
spooky 2k16 halloween challenge
11/32 - "a movie where someone has supernatural powers"
"You go to Hell!!"
That ending is amazing, but it's too bad the rest of the film doesn't live up to it. It's long and drawn out, and one half of the psychic teen duo is fairly uncompelling until the last 20 minutes when he goes all Carrie on everyone. Still though, Amy Irving, Kirk Douglas, Cassavetes, and the rest of the cast are great, and even a B-movie/genre film like is worth a watch w/ Brian De Palma behind the camera, and that ending shot is worth the teen angst beforehand.
My first thought is an odd one - John Williams did the score for this AFTER he did Star Wars and yet the music in this sounds very dated (not necessarily bad but certainly not something I'd seek out to listen to). I guess that somehow the Star Wars score is timeless.
Haaanyway, the movie itself? Pretty good, in fact it started out great and I was loving it for at least the first half as the mystery builds. DePalma certainly has an ability to make everything look real and fill the frame with interesting things but I wonder if he tried to push too hard to try and get shots that weren't achievable at the time. I'm thinking in…
Similarly to my experience with Carrie I believe my appreciation will only continue to grow with every future viewing of The Fury.
I appreciate how straight-facedly everyone in the movie talks about psychic powers, and what's basically a combo of X-Men, Tom Clancy, & Mission Impossible. It doesn't quite make it past cheese territory for me, though.
The Fury is a respectable movie. I don't have that much to say about it. At times, it's quite good, but it really drags a lot in the middle.
Spooky Movie Month: Day 17
This movie was bonkers in all the best ways. From the opening on the beach of father-son vacay erupting into a James Bond shoot-out with no explanation, culminating in the line "They killed my Dad" spoken with all the acting gravitas of "Pork Chop Sandwiches," I was in it to win it.
This movie would be absolute nonsense if it weren't for Kirk Douglas mean mugging every now and then and De Palma's masterful suspense scenes to add legitimacy to a nutcase of a film. I loved it.
Terrible acting sinks a movie that is all at once majestically directed, continuously stupid, frequently absurd, and also totally wonderful.
I'd like to think that Brian De Palma rallied the cast and crew by shouting "Let's blow this thing and go home!"