In which I break from tradition to watch a Rogue without a Nation.
My second viewing of this and I think I enjoyed it a bit more than last time as well. Director Greg McLean, now pretty much entirely better known for the Wolf Creek films, has something rather less violent on his mind here but he still has an eye for the Australian landscape that lends a horror film a beauty that it probably doesn't need.
If this can get a Criterion release, then there's still hope for Cobra yet.
Fiend Without A Face sees invisible brain and spinal cord ingesting vampire brain creatures slurping their way through a small Canadian town, fed by atomic power from a nearby US base. Said Canadian town appears to have been annexed by Scotland though, considering the large amount of people who are speaking in a Scottish accent or trying very badly to speak in a Scottish…
At least the recap in this one covered all of the previous films rather than just the last one!
Having seen the previous part really go full on with the comedy, something that would be picked up again for the…
For all the many, many films that have been made about the Second World War, very few are quite like The Cruel Sea.
Understandably, the majority of them prefer to focus on an isolated time period or event, rightly supposing that trying to cover the length of the conflict would be a tall task indeed. Yet The Cruel Sea doesn't make it seem like such a hard act after all, only occasionally leaving me feeling slightly left behind by the…
Amazingly, this is the first John Wayne film I've logged on Letterboxd.
I have nothing against Duke's films, for the record. I've seen a good number, liked most of them, loved a couple of them, and I still have a fair few that I'm keen to get to as a matter of some urgency. It's just one of those anomalies, I reckon, but an anomaly that is likely to…
I absolutely definitely remembered bits from this one. Again, in another reminder of just how odd the human memory can be sometimes (or maybe it's just me being mental), the bit I remembered most from this (aside from the James Bond titles) was the bit where Jennifer Cooke is trying to escape from the cops with Thom Matthews' head in her lap and she…
Man Without A Star is one of those westerns that has a splendid opening title song to set you on your way.
It's not the only musical number you'll find in this film either. Unfortunately I can't find the scene from the film to accompany it, but Kirk Douglas shows his musical talent as he busts out his banjo for this number. Not bad at all! Actually, I preferred…
One thing I'm glad hasn't disappeared in the years I've been without full access to a TV is the really tenuous double bills that TV stations put together when it comes to films.
Today, Film4 decided to air a double-bill of westerns (the second was Man Without A Star) which revolve around people illicitly stringing up barbed wire and claiming land in open range country. Nobody's going to tell…
The Duellists is another reason why we have every reason to complain about Ridley Scott.
As if those two certain science fiction films he made a long while ago weren't reasons enough, The Duellists is in some ways just as extraordinary an achievement considering it was his bloody debut. You see, Ridley? I'm not militantly or unreasonably against you and your career. It's just when I see what you have been capable of, I have every right to moan about…
This is the second one in a row which I thought I'd seen but don't remember anything from.
Things I would definitely have remembered:-
1) Corey Feldman's amazingly shit acting watching those two tosspots open Jason's grave.
2) The unexpected axe murder, easily the most excellent surprise in the series so far.
3) "Crap, my ass!"
4) The murder involving the flare in the mouth.
5) "You big dildo!"
6) Melanie Kinnaman's perfect horror…
I read a review somewhere on Letterboxd recently claiming that almost nobody in the history of cinema has been able to convincingly act drunk on screen.
Not really an easy one for me to judge considering I never touched a drop but even I could tell that the efforts of Robert Armstrong here were of a particularly piss poor nature. Thus lending more credence to said claim. Still, watching his dreadful effort at acting rat-arsed was one of the bright…
I wonder if Humphrey Bogart ever regretted not playing more villains in his career.
Certainly, most of the 'good guys' he played had a heelish edge to them, I think that would be true to say. But I just think back to his role here, but also in stuff like The Desperate Hours and In A Lonely Place, and he just seemed to me to be more comfortable in this kind of role than in the roles through which he…