My best times throughout my haphazard journey through films from all over the US, are without a doubt the ones set in rural areas, as well as states you don't see that often otherwise.
GW is definitely one of those, and hopefully David Gordon Green is done with his stoner phase, and getting back to basics, because the leap in quality from his earlier work to what followed is ridiculous.
I'm betting on "Joe" to…
Can't for the life of me see how this got it's neo-noir stamp, but that has no barings on the amount of excellence this film has to offer.
It's more at home with the rest of the gritty 70s crime thriller genre, in fact it's right at the top of the pile.
Popeye and Cloudy are always on the chase, frantically trying to catch up to Fernando Rey and his croonies, refreshingly actually speaking French, not like in…
Bill Murray is right at home as the cabbie slacker, convincing his buddy Harold Ramis to join him in enlisting in the army.
Typical shenanigans occur, and you see a lot of recurring themes pop up that would later be revisited in the Police Academy films and other 80s comedies (Oates shouting "I'm too old for this shit" from the roof of a tank rings a bell or two, as well).
Funnier than I actually had…
The one that got the ball rolling, so to speak, when it comes to sports related drama.
Hackman and Hopper are brilliant, as the new coach in town and the resident drunk respectively.
Time flies by as a down on his luck ex-coach gets a second chance from an old friend, relocating to a small town in the middle of nowhere, or Indiana if you will.
Indiana is evidently really big on basketball, guess I'll have…
If PitS is to be remembered for anything, it should be the class cast. Widmark, Douglas, Palance, Bel Geddes and Mostel. That's pretty damn stellar. Palance made his debut here as well, having "menacing" down to a t from the get go. I felt they could have gotten more out of the surroundings though. New Orleans doesn't really get to play as big a part as it has the potensial to.
The plague plot is a…
This time I was a bit more familiar with Hartley, though, and his universe of characters were a bit more familiar. I also noticed little things of significane (to me), like the book Adrienne Shelley borrows from Martin Donovan, named Universe and the Man, by Ned Rifle (the son of Henry Fool and Fay Grim, and the focus of the last installment of his trilogy, should his kickstarter campaign ever come to fruition).
The longevity of Hartley's vision…
I'm not very well versed in the filmatic world of Orson Welles yet, but supposedly his better work is from his own pen. The Stranger is written by others, and where this film is lacking is in said script.
Aside from that the battle of wits between Welles himself and Robinson are great, especially the dinner scene is electric and offers up an astonishingly refreshing look on Nazi Germany just a year after the war.
It's strongest in…
Sorg og glæde is Nils Malmros' autobiographical and retrospective analysis of both a harrowing event in his past, and how his being, to some degree as a result of being a director, may have had more to do with it than first met the eye.
Malmros lost a child at the hands of it's mother and his wife in the 80s, and because most of his work has in some part been inspired by himself, this was at once the…
The name comes creeping up once in a while in reference to masters of the independent scene, and I never have that special film to pin him to, even if upon further research I remember Lone Star being great (note to self: rewatch that one soon).
Matewan is the answer, though. It is a bonafide masterpiece working on enough levels to hit home across basically the entire world, and still resonates to this…
Hitch, you cheeky sod. Lulling me into the ever open arms of Jimmy Stewart only to warp my entire comfort zone into twilight zone!
So this is the greatest thing to ever hit celluloid, right? Maybe the second time around. For now, it's a solid, though not unremarkable, thriller.
For some unknown reason, I forgot I was watching a thriller at one point, and never had the faintest clue it would turn into somewhat of a "whydunnit" (patent pending) in…
This never interested me when it came out, and I would've never watched it if it didn't crop up on the telly late last night.
I was aware of Keisha Castle-Hughes' Oscar nom, and she does perform well, perhaps lacking the wow factor worthy of a nomination.
A Maori village "led" by an old man stuck in traditions of yore, is disappointed his son only had a daughter and not the son needed to continue the line of chiefs.
Featuring the most nihilistic protagonist I think I've ever seen in a comedy, even if pitch black, in Kirk Douglas, There Was a Crooked Man... is never very funny, even if the cast is stellar.
Kirk Douglas, Henry Fonda and Warren Oates is basically enough to keep me entertained, but there's an air of inevitability over the preceedings that Mankiewicz never manages to shake.