Sweep is the general sensation. Scale, range, runtime, The Hobbit is a marathon of elements all flowing and going on until it's finished. Like a hurricane, it blows and builds and never stops till the end has come. Being the shortest visit to Middle Earth under Pete, I can tell you he hasn't lost his love for the Big Show or of JRR Tolkien.
I will say with authority that the film gains steam the more I see it. The…
When looking at cinema, it is difficult to feel completely safe in the hands of a master. There's always something. A missed cue, a flubbed line, accidental humor, not knowing when to cut. The mine field of mistakes are numerous. It is impossible to uncover very many experiences that leave you breathless and amazed. Yet this is certainly one.
From Columbia lady to the extended flames of Candieland, this was a tour de force of filmic will and scope. Dialogue,…
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An empty deserted mountaintop absent life, except for one man. A hermit perhaps, practicing in the air his "sacred" art. Sound effects boom and fade as more take their place. Like a tennis match, groans and echoes become the soundtrack. We're left with volleys until a bird flies over delivering a message. Immediately he stops and grabs the bird. He takes from it a braille tablet that sports the image of a one-armed man. As he reads, we learn his…
I am still struck will how well this still holds up. This remains the turning point in film history, between films hinged on sentiment and connection and the proceeding waves of films founded on sensation and the power of shock. What I find more fascinating about Psycho is how it uses elements of both to weave its warped fairy tale of Victorian bugaboos to maximum effect.
“My mother, what is the phrase? She isn’t quite herself today.”
And neither were…