Knight of Cups. (Sixth watch). Malick's purest film, sometimes I feel it is his best, because it discovers a cinematic voice that previously wasn't known - the lyrical voice, the voice that illustrates thoughts and feelings, like in poetry, opening up endless avenues of associations and experiences (always subjective, always impossible to control, they begin and end in your experience, they can never be mine or anyone elses) while never muddling the themes, the context or the form (the editing…
Auteurathon: Truffaut 20/24.
What a pathetic, desperate and absolutely wonderful film. Having seen Truffaut's films in chronology up to this point I assume I can view THE GREEN ROOM in a kinder light than viewers to see this as a stand-alone experience. Maybe I would have thought it was just pathetic and desperate, and not wonderful, had I not seen Truffaut's work up to this point and got a better understanding of his humanist and often very primitive ideology. (The…
2002 started out in a daze with every movie (voluntarily or not) feeling like a reaction to 9/11; you want action, you got Collateral Damage, you want romance, you got Unfaithful (with Diane Lane lost on a New York street full of flying garbage, a haunting image in an otherwise forgettable movie), only Spider-Man brought distinctive hope and joy.... oh, but Hollywood doesn't sleep for long; the second half of 2002 saw an absolute saturation of generic romantic comedies, selling…
In the 50's and 60's, rock 'n roll movies rebelled against the type of stodgy, Doris Day picture that The Banger Sisters unfortunately is a 2002 reincarnation of; imagine the gall to cast Goldie Hawn and Susan Sarandon in a movie about two rock groupies rekindling in the 00s and then have them stand around, smoke weed once, dance in a club once, look at some pictures and that's the movie; for some reason, the movie gravitates towards Sarandon's petit…
Catching up with Bergman 16/20
Elliot: Hi. I'm Elliot Gould. Is this a Bergman movie? It seems I'm in Sweden.
Bibi: Oh, yes hello, we're two Swedish actors who have worked with Ingmar for more than twenty years, let's speak English for a while
E: Okay, um. Here's a line for you, Bibi: I love you
B: You do?
B: I probably love you too
E: That's fine.
B: I mean I'm not sure. I'm pregnant?
After eight years, it's a bit of a letdown to find that PAN'S LABYRINTH really isn't a film about any labyrinth of Pan's but rather a film about a Spanish fascist general killing or torturing a bunch of people. In the confused moral landscape of the film, fascism seems to constitute "reality"; so I guess we're all fascists at heart, unless we live in fantasy worlds of course.
The film is imaginative but I found it to be a bit…