I like to think I'm relatively well versed in world cinema. I can tell my Kim Ki-duk's from my Lee Chang-dong's, my Carl Theordor Dreyer's from my Fritz Lang's, my Pedro Almodóvar's from my Michael Haneke's, and so on and so forth. I enjoy consuming as wide a variety of what's on offer outside of the English speaking cinematic world as the next person, which is why I was more than willing to give Manuel Martín Cuenca's highly rated Spanish…
We managed to swindle a preview copy of the 75th Anniversary DVD for failedcritics.com that restores the film to its original cut, including scenes previously censored by the Vichy government.
It's the first Carné film I've seen and whilst I didn't really know what to expect from a film dubbed 'poetic realism', it turned out to be (unsurprisingly, I guess) really, really good. From the great performances, to the meticulous set designs and thoughtful dialogue (now credited to…
Wow what a revelation. Apparently black people can be racist of white people, white people can be racist of black people, black people can be racist of black people, black people can be racist of hispanic people, white people can be racist of middle-eastern people, middle eastern people can be racist of hispanic people, hispanic people are nice, white people can't be racist of white people.
Those same black people can be nice to white people, those white people…
I kind of thought it would be a mindless action film where Sly goes around killing the bad guys in the jungle with his machine gun and that's about it. Like Predator, I guess, just without the Predator.
I was wrong. It's excellent. I found it very entertaining, and also quite sad. Sure, Rambo is this bad-ass, super elite soldier who can kill a man practically by looking at him with his wonky face, but I never realised there was…