Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
by Portia Nelson
I. I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost.
I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place,
but it…
"F/X is simply out to give a good time, which it does superbly.”
—Jay Scott
Foul Play meets Three Days of the Condor. Watched this with Dad, who said he loved it so much that he went to the theater three times in three consecutive days just to see it again. The plot’s ridiculous, but it doesn’t matter. Dennehy & Brown are aces, and the story feels fresh & unique even all these years later.
Reminiscent of Blow Out in behind-the-scenes fashion mixed into a wrong-man Hitchcock thriller stew. Creative stunts, MI theatrics, old school toughness, and yes, terrific special effects make F/X a bonafide blast.
The Towering Inferno was nominated for Best Picture in ‘74 against Godfather II, Lenny, The Conversation, and Chinatown. Surprised anyone took Inferno that seriously outside of its own ensemble, especially stacked against such stone-cold classics. But it was a massive box office success and embodies a kind of hypnotic earnestness I couldn’t help but get into.
Stray thoughts:
-McQueen gives the best performance with Holden not far behind. Radiates major cool, as always.
-Will Richard Chamberlain ever *not* play a smug…
How to describe The Swarm? Well, there’s a shocking amount of bees. Like, more than I have ever seen, ever, hands down. And not bad acting, per se, so much as either no acting or overreacting. Sometimes both at the same time. It’s constantly perplexing ‘cause I wasn’t sure in what spirit to receive the material. Vacillates back and forth between drop-dead clinical solemnity and outlandish killer attacks to such a peak that the whole structure crumbles under the weight of…
“Hey, don’t apologize. You make me feel like I’m not comin’ back.”
Daylight is CRANKED UP, baby, for 2 hours straight. Thought this movie took place on a train, but no—it’s a tunnel disaster flick. Which, yes, you’ve got no reference point for ‘cause in that emphasis, at least, it’s terrifically unique. Never knew you should be paranoid about such a premise, did ya, kid?
All hell breaks loose in the Holland Tunnel, to be exact. Some brain-toast maniacs ram into…
