I think this is a first for me, watching and reviewing a full feature from a fellow Letterboxder.
Jonas Govaerts is evidently a passionate cinephile, and I'm pleased he got his debut crowdfunded, because it is not without merit.
I somehow get the feeling I'm not the right audience for this film, though, and it that sense the rating might be a tad harsh.
I'm sure this is a delightful experience for young teenagers to watch, preferably on a sleepover…
When I saw Courteney Cox had made her directing debut, the kid in me who loved Friends, made a passionate plea to check it out. Who am I to disappoint children?
A cast lead by the "most likely to succeed" out of the American Pie cast (Seann William Scott), with one of my favourite girls as a love interest (Olivia Thirlby), I started out with a borderline positive apprehension. For a while, the film doesn't disappoint either. Never being anything…
As the poster hints at, Finsterworld is a German attempt at the "tapestry drama", where a multitude of storylines are shown to have a connection, however miniscule, as the running time ticks on.
A man living off natur in a small forest, an upper class married couple, a group of high-schoolers on a field trip, a cop and his wannabe filmmaker girlfriend and a pedicurist and his geriatric crush all offer up stories from a less than flattering day to…
Less True Detective, more Memories of Murder, with the 80s setting, historical backdrop of dictatorship, city cop/countryside cop and scenes of heavy rain. The scene with the soaked (and soaking) marsh, is a perfect crescendo.
Marshland shows us a side of sunny Spain far from the charter travels we're accustomed to, with lousy living conditions, and nefarious activities going uncontested.
The two protagonistic policemen in the center of our attention, both have a past to contend with although during differing…
What is the scarier, or dare I say creepier, of the two; a derelict and defunct Detroit, or "it"? The movie tries to make a point for the latter, but in bringing pictures of the former through a delicious (I'm sick, I know) ride deeper than just the suburbs of the main plot, I'm leaning towards Detroit.
Saying It Follows fails as a horror, might be pushing it a bit too far. It all depends on what you came looking…
Big fan of tennis, are you, Alfred?
As in last night's film, Strangers on a Train, the main male character in Dial M for Murder also happens to be a rather successfull tennis player, and in both circumstances, his bride to be is well off....it could almost play as a sequel, if you put your mind to it.
Ray Milland is ten times the actor Farley Granger was, though, and is only outshone by the marvellous John Williams here, with…
Farley Granger....did ole Hitch have a soft spot for pretty boys as well as lovely blondes? This talentless hack managed to get in not one, but two of his films, after all, before he vanished into more or less obscure European sleaze (I exaggerate, of course).
In Strangers on a Train he tramples around trying to look befuddled, but the end result is more awkwardly anxious. That could've fit the story, but the timing is off for the most part.…
Remarkably this is not a rewatch.
It's pretty horrible, and I definitely would've appreciated it much more in the early 90s, when I was a "tweener".
Back then things like dialogue, a cohesive plot, timeline and acting didn't matter nearly as much as explosions and other action set pieces/fights. Milius thankfully never, ever wrote dialogue for kids before or after this.
On the other hand, I wouldn't have been able to drool over the superior bit-part casting here. Harry Dean…
They Live is a film that I've put on hold for ages, thinking I wouldn't be able to stand "Rowdy" Roddy Piper as the lead. You know, being an 80s wrestler with a mullet and all.
As it turns out, Piper delivers a pretty laid back performance and puts me to ease right away. Sure, everything he says is a sound bite, and ready made for cult worship, but still very much a pleasant surprise.
Then Keith David wanders in…
Uhm....yeah....I'm not ashamed to say I sought this out because of Markov and Grier. Sure, Sid Haig helped, but other than that I had no clue what a Fillipino exploitation would entail, or that Eddie Garcia was a well known sleaze ball.
Other than the gratuitous camera angles there's nothing extraordinary going on here, and after about the 5th time the camera tries to go up a scantily clad Markov's butt, it's clear Eddie Romero hasn't got much else to…