Roll on, reels of celluloid, as the great earth rolls on!
"To think someone might do that in Dijon."
From the director who would later issue a tender account of Dixieland child prostitution comes Oedipus-haute bourgeois-style in the form of Murmur of the Heart (Le souffle au cœur), in which a haughty teen does some advanced bonding with his highly liberated mother while convalescing at an Alsatian spa. Despite its notorious incest theme, a cultural backdrop of parochial stuffiness, and recurrent allusions to the calamitous siege of Dien Bien Phu (betokening the…
The pre-show preamble to Columbia's October 1992 grab bag salute Bob Dylan: The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration is so mercifully brief that I think it's fair to regard it as an outright performance film. A man named Gavin Taylor is credited as director, though the film's stylistic anonymity could have been managed by a robot. The hastily organized event—which commemorates the three decades that had passed since the release of Dylan's eponymous debut album in March 1962—was fittingly held in…
“I’ll show you something even better than dope; I’m going to kill a man.”
Amid a turf war of rival gangs a doomed connection emerges between an unlikely pair of high-stakes gamblers—one an unrepentant killer fresh out of stir (Ryō Ikebe) and the other an inscrutable bourgeois beauty with an apparent death wish (Mariko Kaga)—in Masahiro Shinoda’s stunning noir Pale Flower (乾いた花), which not only brought him a deserved measure of eminence within the burgeoning Japanese New Wave movement but…
“Fella, you don’t know what this story means.”
A benumbed journalist with an uncommonly feathery mane (Warren Beatty) seeks to infiltrate a shadowy corporation that outsources political assassinations, despite currently being its primary target as the last remaining witness to some of its handiwork a half-decade prior.
The scenario for Alan J. Pakula’s The Parallax View is kind of a stretch to begin with, and Beatty’s omnipresence makes it more of one—though I confess that I love to watch him…
"See I'm with a guy who don't know where Wyoming is. You think you got problems?"
On the 22nd of August in 1972, John Wojtowicz, Salvatore Naturile and (briefly) Robert Westenberg strove to rob a Chase Manhattan bank branch in Gravesend, Brooklyn. Antsy from the onset, Westenberg fled the holdup in its initial stage after seeing a police car drive by. While Wojtowicz had some background working as a teller and Naturile (though barely an adult) was a repeat criminal…
"Mabel's not crazy—she's unusual, so don't say she's crazy!"
Hooray dear readers—today's entry marks my darling's 2,000th film as well as my 300th review, so we decided to watch something light and celebratory…of course I'm fooling; for the grand occasion cuckoo chose John Cassavetes' piercing 1974 ode to codependency A Woman Under the Influence.
With a grueling degree of closeness and artlessness, the film recounts the disturbing goings-on in the unstable lower-middle class household of Mabel (Gena Rowlands) & Nick (Peter…