What classics did you watch this week? (2/6-2/12)
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zetes — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 05:00 PM)
Welcome to the very last ever What Classics Did You Watch Last Week thread. If you don't already know what to do by now, it's probably too late to learn.
You know who else was just following orders? HITLER! -
Perception_de_Ambiguity — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 05:08 PM)
The Thoughts That Once We Had
(Thom Andersen, 2015) 5/10
[movie clip show interrupted by quotes, cinema essay]
J'ai rencontré le Père Noël / I Believe in Santa Claus
(Christian Gion, 1984) (w/ Rifftrax commentary) 4/10
[French colonial propaganda Christmas musical for children]
La guerre du feu / Quest for Fire
(Jean-Jacques Annaud, 1981) (2nd viewing) 8-/10 (from 6)
[prehistoric adventure, sci-fi survival movie, interracial romance]
Manchester by the Sea
(Kenneth Lonergan, 2016) 8-/10
[actor in a leading role academy award winner]
Going My Home
(Hirokazu Kore-eda, 2012)
[down-to-earth soap opera/sitcom/"home drama" = Kore-eda family drama lite]
Episode 6: "Ryota Hits Upon a Bad Plan"
7/10
Episode 7: "Just What is a 'Hometown' to You?"
7/10
Bill Burr: Walk Your Way Out
(Jay Karas, 2017) 7/10
[standup comedy show]
A Colour Box
(Len Lye, 1935) 6+/10
A Colour Box
(Len Lye, 1935) (2nd viewing) 6+/10
A Colour Box
(Len Lye, 1935) (3rd viewing) 6+/10
[abstract animation short]
Dawn of the Dead
(George A. Romero, 1978) (3+rd viewing) 6/10 (from 7)
[post-apocalyptic logically impaired low budget action drama]
RiffTrax short:
Perc! Pop! Sprinkle!
(1969) 3/10
[(un)educational film]
Arnulf Rainer (1960) & Antiphon (2012) projected side-by-side
(Peter Kubelka, 2014) -/10
Austrian avant-garde filmmaker Peter Kubelka's 'Arnulf Rainer' is, as he says, "storyless, color- and image-free". The seminal structural film is stripped of all content to create what is probably the most minimalist work that can still be rightfully called a film, as it marries picture and sound by means of being either "picture on" or "picture off" and "sound on" or "sound off". So during any given moment (frame) the film is in one of four possible modes:
-) white frame, no sound
-) white frame, white noise
-) black frame, no sound
-) black frame, white noise
Those limited means are all Kubelka allows himself to work with in order to create excitement, anticipation, surprise, humor and many other things that cinema is capable of evoking in a viewer. ''Arnulf Rainer' works with its unpredictability, when for example after a passage of rapid flicker a long passage follows that only uses black frames, one waits for the flicker to kick in again. Or when after a long passage in which the sound is perfectly in sync with the flicker (e.g. consistently alternating between white frame + noise and black frame + silence) it creates disorientation when suddenly this pattern is subverted.
The analog nature of film and film projection adds another unpredictable component, for no frame is truly monochromatically white, instead what you might see are blemishes on the film stock or discolorations on the screen. Nor is any moment of white noise truly identical to another, neither on the filmstrip itself nor the way they come out of the speakers. In physical reality and in your perception of it alike, none of the film's four modes ever is identical to the same mode. On the screen and in the room each moment reverberates, light from a white frame bleeds into the next black frames and the sound waves echo in the room. On your senses they leave residues behind, momentarily blinding you with the screen's light or making your ears ring from the noise for the next few seconds.
Taken as just an object in itself 'Arnulf Rainer' seems to do very little, but this exactly is its strength. Certainly it is a film more interesting to talk about than it is watching it, but this shouldn't devalue it. It is more to be seen as a provocation that ultimately poses the question: "What is film?" A simple question with many answers. What is film but sound and picture. By having set out to make a film that limits it to ONE sound and ONE picture (or their absence) Kubelka created a study of the medium of film and our understanding of it that still hasn't ended today. Not without reason has Kubelka made very few films but has been giving countless lectures that are as much about human perception and senses as they are about film, and continues to give them to this day.
In 2012 Kubelka released a "negative" version of 'Arnulf Rainer' titled 'Antiphon'. All the black frames are now white frames, parts that were noise are now silent, and so on. Kubelka truly puts the experimental into "experimental film" when at screenings/lectures he shows the two films in a variety of ways, including next to each other on the same screen or even superimposed on top of each other. Superimposed do the two films simply cancel each other out, creating one constant picture and one constant sound? I can't answer this question, you'll have to attend a screening and witness it for yourself.
Notable Online Media:
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Why I Left the Left
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Addison De Witt — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 05:31 PM)
Wow! My very last reviews on the WCDYWTW thread. Hard to believe but it's been a great run. I have to give a big shout out to DFC who began the thread originally before turning the reins over to Zetes. Both men did an outstanding job of maintaining the thread and I'm proud to say both of them have crossed over from CFB pals to genuine friends outside the IMDb (I've even met one of them). Thank you to all who read the reviews and gave constructive feedback, both positive and negative, through the years. A special thanks to lqualls-dchin and rcocean, both of who have been consistent in their support week after week. To all you terrific contributors to this weekly thread, an oasis of civilization in the CFB desert, thank you for your contributions. I've learned a lot and discovered a lot of gems from you guys. Thank you to those who have contacted me via PM re my meager contributions and given me their contact information. You'll be hearing from me. And now on to the movies!
The Wizard Of Oz
(1939)
When a tornado rages over the Kansas landscape, a young girl (Judy Garland) and her dog are carried off in their house and when it lands, it's in a strange and colorful land called Oz. But how to get back home? Glinda (Billie Burke), the good witch, suggests visiting the wizard of Oz in the Emerald city and it's down the yellow brick road to see the wizard. Well, what can one say that hasn't already been said about one of the most beloved film classics of all time? It's seeped into our collective consciousness and pop culture. Well, I hate to be the spoilsport but I'm just not enamored of the film as most people. It's got a genial sweetness to it and Judy Garland alone should be reason to watch the film (and she is). Her rendition of
Over The Rainbow
is one of the great movie moments of all time. But I find its message of "there's no place like home" disturbing. Who'd want to go back to Kansas after they've been to Oz? But thematically the film suggests that everything we need is "home" and there's no need to go out into the world and seek adventure or anything else. Hmmm .. But perhaps I'm projecting something into the film that was never intended but I'm dubious. The hummable songs are by Harold Arlen and E.Y. Harburg. With Ray Bolger, Bert Lahr, Margaret Hamilton, Jack Haley and Frank Morgan.
June Moon
(1949)
A young lyricist (Jack Lemmon) meets a young dental assistant (Eva Marie Saint) on a train going to New York and is instantly smitten with her. But as he gets pulled into the Manhattan nightlife by the gold digging sister in law (Jean Carson) of his writing partner (Edward Andrews), he loses his way. Based on the 1929 Broadway play by George S. Kaufman and Ring Lardner, this version performed live in the early days of television is most notable for seeing the pre-stardom Lemmon and Saint at such an early stage of their careers. Neither had yet made their feature film debut and although their star quality hadn't manifested itself yet, they're an attractive and engaging pair. As for the piece itself, in spite of its happy ending, there's an underlying thread of acrimony running through it, a sense of dissatisfaction among its characters. Directed by Walter Hart. With Glenda Farrell, David Opatoshu and Joshua Shelley.
David And Bathsheba
(1951)
The King of Israel (Gregory Peck) lusts after the wife (Susan Hayward) of one of his soldiers (Kieron Moore). They begin an adulterous affair but God will have none of it so he sends a drought upon Israel. Directed by Henry King (
Song Of Bernadette
), this is a rather ponderous affair. It plays it straight and seriously when what it really needs is some good old fashioned DeMille vulgarity! The closest it ever comes to that is Gwen Verdon in dark Egyptian make up doing a bump and grind in front of the King. Peck and Hayward are the real deal when it comes to star wattage but star power can do only so much and they're not able to kick some life into this sanctimonious tale. By the time the movie reaches its conclusion and psalm 23 ("the Lord is my shepherd") is set to Alfred Newman's music as Peck and Hayward walk nobly to the rain, you just might be ready to toss your cookies! Unlike its biblical counterpart, the screenwriters make Bathsheba a deliberate temptress luring David rather than the victim of his lust. But audiences ate this stuff up and the film was a big hit. With Raymond Massey, Jayne Meadows, James Robertson Justice, John Sutton and George Zucco.
The Mad Magician
(1954)
Set in the late 1800s, a magician and master of disguise (Vincent Price) has his new show canceled when his employer (Donald Randolph) has him served with an injunction. Their contract states that all new works and inventions by the magician are owned by the company. It isn't long before the employer mysteriously "disappears" and it won't be the last death! Directed by John Brahm (1944's
The Lodger
), this was Price's third foray into 3D following
House Of Wax
and
Dangerous Mission
. The pl -
lqualls-dchin — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 11:57 PM)
Though MGM has a big reputation for its "literate" output (Irving Thalberg was big believer in the "great books" approach), it should be said that the MGM machine tended to mangle the source material more than it tried for an approximation. THE WIZARD OF OZ is an example: though the sets and costumes are pretty spectacular, the story is domesticated in typical MGM fashion. It should be said that THE WIZARD OF OZ is one of those movies made by committee (in spite of the credits), with an assembly line of directors providing the material to be edited together. (The "Over the Rainbow" sequence was directed by King Vidor, who was always proud of that fact.) This is also the movie where a star is born: Judy Garland had shown her potential in bits and pieces in small roles in BROADWAY MELODY OF 1938 and LOVE FINDS ANDY HARDY, but here she carries the movie, though Margaret Hamilton, Bert Lahr and Ray Bolger provide stellar support.
A lot of the biblical epics of the 1950s are almost unwatchable now. It's hard to know how to take them, because they're usually ponderous and so sobersided. And DAVID AND BATHSHEBA is a case in point. But Gregory Peck and Susan Hayward really are movie stars, and that's obvious here.
I've never seen THE MAD MAGICIAN in 3D, but i can't imagine that it would be much better. It's unusual because it's kind of a drab movie (that's why when i found out it had been done in 3D i was surprised), but Vincent Price soldiers on and is able to give a performance in spite of the material.
SUBWAY IN THE SKY has a derivative feel to it: by 1959, there were so many international thrillers (often set in some "exotic" city) that this one couldn't help but seem a rather pale imitation. By the 1950s, a lot of American movie stars were making films in Europe; Van Johnson had already gone the British route in 23 PACES TO BAKER STREET but he's not quite the right actor for international intrigue. However, Hildegarde Knef had already been in a number of these international thrillers, such as DIPLOMATIC COURIER and THE MAN BETWEEN, she was quite effective in those films and she's good here.
Yes, it is hard to remember just what an original Fellini was, because his influence has been so ubiquitous. But the experience of seeing 8 1/2 on its original release was (as they used to say) mind-blowing. And talk about dazzling: few black-and-white films have been so magical. Of course, the title refers to the fact that (according to Fellini) this was his eighth (and a half) feature film. (The previous seven were: VARIETY LIGHTS, THE WHITE SHEIK, I VITELLONI, LA STRADA, IL BIDONE, NOTTI DI CABIRIA, LA DOLCE VITA, and Fellini regarded his episode of LOVE IN THE CITY as his half film.) And 8 1/2 cemented Marcello Mastroianni's status as the leading Italian film actor of his generation.
Richard Lester himself considers PETULIA his best movie. It was also one of the films photographed by Nicolas Roeg which showed off the beauty of Julie Christie (the others were FAHRENHEIT 451 and FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD). But PETULIA showed, not just Lester's virtuosity, but his sensitivity to actors, because some people gave just about their best performances in this film: not just Julie Christie, but George C. Scott, Shirley Knight, Richard Chamberlain, Pippa Scott, Kathleen Widdoes.
The Merchant-Ivory films are very erratic; in a lot of cases, the literary material is misunderstood, and there's often a problem with casting, and the films become static. The pictorial aspects just sit there. For me, the problem is a lot of the books being adapted are ones i like (such as Jean Rhys's QUARTET) and the results are hard to recognize. THE WILD PARTY was the source of two separate musicals in the 1990s, neither was satisfying. And the film was always a sad disappointment. It needed more flash and drive. But it's one of the rare instances when Raquel Welch showed she could act.
STORYVILLE was one of those TV "events" which seemed to be all flash with a huge cast, but little narrative center. I remember it because this was the period when James Spader was getting a lot of roles, and he never seemed to be cast properly. But i also remember how big the cast was, and the complications just got out of hand, so that even when people were trying to give good performances, they were defeated by how illogical their characters were.
RAT RACE was fun, and one thing i remember was how wholeheartedly the cast threw themselves into it.
Your comments on I AM NOT YOUR NEGRO are spot-on; though there are so many documentaries now being released, it's rare for a documentary to really have artistic qualities. But Raoul Peck mixes readings of James Baldwin's (unfinished) manuscript with some wonderful footage of various appearances by Baldwin. His intelligence is bracing and it's frighteningly relevant in the current political climate.
Well, if this is your last review on the IMDB boards, it's a good place to end! -
morrison-dylan-fan — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 05:38 PM)
The end is here!
1:Goofy short: Foul Hunting (1947) 7
Jumping into the duck pond with Goofy,director Jack Hannah gives the short a fluid quality,with the water animation having an excellent slippery appearance. Flying down to Goofy,Hannah paints the ducks in bright,refreshing green which make them stand out on the screen. Staying in one location,the screenplay by Dick Kinney and Bob North give the film a slap-stick zest in very funny set pieces where the ducks turn the tables,and Goofy gets hunted.
2: Boileau/Narcejac adaptation Faces in the Dark (1960) 8
Unmasking this near-forgotten title, Renown present a sparkling transfer,with the dialogue and Mikis Theodorakis's off-beat wah-wah score being clear,and there only being a few specs of dirt on the images of the dark.
Ridding Hammond of his sight in the first 5 minutes (!) of this Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac adaptation,the screenplay by Ephraim Kogan & John Tully cuts a lean and mean British Film Noir. Changing sight of the original novel limiting the pov to the darkness of Hammond's mind,the writers brilliantly retain the isolation Noir spirit,with sharp-tooth inner monologues bringing to light the mad darkness Hammond is trapped in,and the echoes of doubt he now has of those out of sight. Playfully nodding to the French to English transfer,the writers hit a fantastic ambiguous note for Hammond's friends and family, shining in the clipped exchanges Christine has with her husband,which carry (some) element of care with a decayed frustration over Hammond's blindness to other points of view.
Spraying the dark mist of the original novel across the screen,director David Eady and cinematographer Ken Hodges turn Hammond's upper-crust country house into a Noir maze,via ever winding ultra-stylish shadows guarding Hammond from seeing the darkest events taking place. Largely staying away from any Gothic "monster" lighting for Hammond, Eady looks into his burnt eyes with coiled close-ups stabbing the pompous outlook he had on life,with a new Noir loner grasp from Hammond to catch an eyeful of the true feelings of those around him. Joined by an elegant, thoughtful Mai Zetterling as Christiane, John Gregson gives a fantastic performance as Hammond,thanks to Gregson punching Hammond's narrow bitterness with a gradual Film Noir fear of lies coming from the faces in the dark.
3:Disconnect (2012) 8
Completely unaware of what his son is doing under his nose, Frank Grillo gives a very good performance as Mike Dixon,with Grillo carrying Dixon's blue collar outlook on family life with a no- nonsense approach to his job. Trying to find light in their marriage, Paula Patton and Alexander Skarsgård give excellent performances as the Hull's,whilst Michael Nyqvist stays on edge round them as a possible online "friend."
Logging off from comedies, Jason Bateman dives into the burnt-out desperation of Ben's dad Rich Boyd,as Andrea Riseborough digs Dunham's glammed up nails into the seedy world of the "dark web." Avoiding any happy online stories such as finding a date or a rare film,the screenplay by Andrew Stern gives the criss-crossing stories an earthy grittiness,where the black mirrors of the online world are unable to reflect the search for peace from the Hull's or the battle Rich takes on to uncoil the wires round his family. Webbing the film in a dazzling slow-motion final, director Henry Alex Rubin & cinematographer Ken Seng keep to the offline mood of Stern's screenplay,via jagged camera moves crossing the wires of each offline profile.
4:Mother of Tears (2007). A Crap-tastic 7.
Whilst stripping the film of the distinctive appearance of Suspiria and Inferno,co-writer (along with Jace Anderson / Walter Fasano/ Adam Gierasch and Simona Simonetti) director Dario Argento & cinematographer Frederic Fasano unearth a dusty, golden appearance that keeps the horrors linked to the nightmare unearthed. Tearing the limbs out of anything even slightly subtle,Argento attacks the low budget for a piece of gloriously weird,pure Horror kitsch. Making the end of the world look like a Friday night out,Argento jumps over the limited extras with practical bonkers delights,from gallons of over the top gore and bad CGI ghosts,to a random cheeky monkey and the witches looking like a Goth band.
Criss-crossed from various screenplays written over 30 years,the writers struggle to keep any of the original elements of the first two films intact,with bone-dry scenes involving "research" featuring characters showing illustrations in books for scenes the budget can't cover. Rolling down an Adventure Horror path,the writers push the mammoth flaws aside for hilariously odd shocks,that leaps from Mandy fighting hobos on the eve of the apocalypse,to Mandy being unable to spank a demonic monkey. Reuniting with her dad, (who lingers a bit too long at her naked body) sexy Asia Argento gives a fittingly peculiar performance as Mandy,who largely appears oddly relaxed at the end of the world,as her dad closes -
spiderwort — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 06:27 PM)
I don't think I've posted on one of these threads in about a decade, but I'd like to make a final post now in honor of the CFB board (and DFC's and zetes' hard work), though my choices are few, and only the final two are first viewings:
The Hasty Heart (1949)- touching, with an exceptional performance by Richard Todd.
Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) - as good as ever, but not as interesting to me this time 'round
Hidden Figures (2016) - well-done, classically styled film with excellent performances
Arrival (2016) - intriguing narrative, extremely well done, with a marvelous performance by Amy Adams; worth a second viewing, I would say
The time of the singing of the birds has come.
- touching, with an exceptional performance by Richard Todd.
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MsELLERYqueen2 — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 06:41 PM)
I thought that my final dropping would have been last week, but nope, here's one more.
Anyway, I've been watching 1930s whodunits, all of which I mentioned on my whodunit thread on the noir board.
Thanks for your contributions to these threads, folks!Proud to be Canadian! -
OldAussie — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 07:11 PM)
1st views -
Bicycle Thieves
(1948) Wow. Why did I wait till now? REALLY lives up to its reputation. 9/10
What Dreams May Come
(1998) 2/10
Sphere
(1998) 2/10
Others -
The Hospital
(1971) 7/10
Rashomon
(1950) 7/10
Scent of a Woman
(1992) 7.5/10
Home from the Hill
(1960) 8/10
"He was a poet, a scholar and a mighty warrior." -
grantaubin-03404 — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 11:23 PM)
Hi OldAussie - So happy (for you - I'm actually also a bit envious) you got to see
BICYCLE THIEVES
and
HOME FROM THE HILL- both which, as you know, I haven't seen yet.
SPHERE
is a real stinker isn't it?.
As for
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
. While I'm hardly surprised - knowing you are a caring and laid back, but also somewhat flinty, somehat cynical old commie from Oz and (I think) an atheist, at your low rating for Vincent Ward's
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
, I rated it a fair bit higher than you because it contains some of the most glowingly, achingly lovely scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. Surely, even you have to admit it would be glorious if there really is a heaven and it is like the one depicted in this film?
The following image is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in a film, and when I saw the picture on the big screen I burst into tears and clutched this image to my heart for weeks afterwards. It fired up my dreams and gave me hope for a while. Of course, I came back down to earth eventually but, I will hold onto this image forever.
http://www.imdb.com/board/10120889/mediaviewer/rm1902366208
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I had the most loyal, loving and faithful golden retriever. His name was Jake, he was my soul mate, he was my constant companion for nearly 15 years, I loved him with all my heart, and he loved me unconditionally in return.
I was shattered when this beautiful animal passed away, but I have consoled myself with the fact that while "death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal".
Still, for weeks after seeing
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
I would go to sleep at night and dream that that when Jake (who was still alive at that time) inevitably passed away, he would go to heaven and be waiting for me when my time came. I mean, imagine dying, waking up in heaven, and as you walk into the most beautiful, peaceful place you have ever encountered you look into the distance and there, with a wet nose, a twinkle in his eye, a huge shaggy canine smile and a tail wagging manically and joyfully, is the dog you loved with all your being, and he is going to be together with you for eternity?
I saw
THE FOUNDER
,
20th CENTURY WOMEN
and
GOLD
on the big screen this week. And I watched
THE NEW CENTURIONS - for the first time since seeing it at the cinema in 1972, and
HELL OR HIGH WATER - which I had already seen at the movies, on Blu Ray.
Not sure if
20TH CENTURY WOMEN - which I loved but the missus didn't much care for, will be to your taste, and the heavily flawed, yet often fascinating and seldom boring
GOLD
is a mixed bag (great performance by McConaughey, though), but
THE FOUNDER
is excellent and thought provoking with an absolutely brilliant performance by Michael Keaton - so look out for it dude, and, if you haven't seen
HELL OR HIGH WATER
yet, I can let on that you have a treat of epic proportions awaiting you.
HELL OR HIGH WATER
is a keeper mate.
- both which, as you know, I haven't seen yet.
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OldAussie — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 11:55 PM)
My son bought the Blu-ray of
BICYCLE THIEVES
about a year ago and I wish I'd gotten to it sooner. A beautiful depiction of a father/son relationship with 2 great performances by the 2 actors. And there may well have been a tear in my eyes at the end.
HOME FROM THE HILL
is another depiction of father/sons in a much more melodramatic fashion. Vincente Minnelli directed 2 of my absolute favourites of the time in
The Bad and the Beautiful
and
Some Came Running
and this one is possibly just a notch below them. Mitchum and Peppard are excellent. The DVD is labelled Region 1 but plays on my region 4 machine. Unfortunately as a library copy it had several bad scratches and jumped a couple of times.
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
is one of those movies where I could feel I was being terribly manipulated. And as a communist/atheist, a film with this one's point of view has to be pretty darn good to maintain my suspension of disbelief. It failed on me.
THE FOUNDER
and
HELL OR HIGH WATER
are both on my watch list.
"He was a poet, a scholar and a mighty warrior." -
TrevorAclea — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 07:25 PM)
In honor of the thread's estimable host's sig, a Hitler double-header:
Dani Levy's
My Führer: The Truly Truest Truth About Adolf Hitler
is set in the dark days well, for the Germans at least of late 1944 when the Nazis are losing the war, which isn't surprising since they can't even deliver a prisoner from one room to another without the proper paperwork, even when bombs are falling all around, and Hitler has fallen into deep depressions. To rally the German people and inspire their leader anew, Goebbels plans a grand rally of a million people in an unblemished Berlin (courtesy of movie sets to hide the massive bomb damage) where he will deliver the greatest speech of his career, but to do it he'll need to be coached by Adolf Gruenbaum (the great Ulrich Mühe in his penultimate feature before his untimely death), once Germany's greatest actor but now a concentration camp inmate. Of course, not everything is quite as it seems. While Goebbels is all conciliatory charm and everyone tells Gruenbaum not to take the Final Solution personally, he wants the Jewish actor not to inspire Hitler but to reawaken his hatred as he gets inside his head and that's just one of his ulterior motives
So far so The Fuhrer's Speech, but this black comedy is not without historical precedent: before the Night of Long Knives that violently purged the SA, Hitler fell into one of his periodic clinical depressions that offered Ernst Roem an opportunity to snatch the Party leadership and was allegedly talked out of it by the stage psychic, conman, Bela Lugosi lookalike and closet Jew Erik Jan Hanussen, who may also have given him some tips on showmanship along the way. And this is very much a film about staged reality and the way that people can become wrapped up in the lies they are telling: even with Berlin in ruins Goebbels and Bormann think they can still win the war with just a few changes of key personnel, Hitler constantly convinces himself of whatever lie or fantasy he's spinning even after he knows the truth and it even mocks Gruenbaum's humanist principles that not only prevent him from taking action but also make him stop his wife smothering Hitler to death when he's in their bed: in part caught up in his project, in part making excuses to justify his actions because he needs something to believe in even a lie
It's a film that went through a fairly major overhaul in post-production, where the focus shifted from Hitler's perspective to seeing the story through Gruenbaum's eyes, which makes more sense not just because the film ends on a note about the enduring fascination with Hitler being in part our desire to explain what can never be explained but because Helge Schneider is absolutely awful as the führer. It doesn't help that he's under some very obvious prosthetic makeup that makes him look more like Monty Python's Mr Creosote after a few months in a health farm, but he's clearly in a completely different film to Mühe, who is never less than completely believable even when the script struggles to make its big idea work. But it's Sylvester Groth's excellent award winning turn as Goebbels (a role he reprised in Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds) that is the film's real star turn, and it's when he's sharing the screen with Mühe lying with charming finesse that the film catches fire. That doesn't happen often enough to make the film more than an ambitious and occasionally intriguing failure, but it is enough to make it worth a look if it crosses your path.
Yesterday I was moving the 12th army. Today it's a newspaper rack.
A man suddenly wakes up in the street to find himself 69 years in the future. His friends are nowhere to be found, the city he knew in ruins has been rebuilt, its people gone mad, no-one salutes him anymore and those that do recognise him either think he's an impersonator or want a selfie. Such is the fate of Adolf Hitler in
Er Ist Wieder Da
aka
Look Who's Back
, thrown into the Germany of 2014 to find it run by a clumsy woman with the charisma of a wet noodle and with a right wing opposition that can't even build an Ikea shelf let alone a Fourth Reich. Worse, people think he's a comedian staying scrupulously in character worse for us, as it turns out
Discovered by Fabian Busch's down on his luck TV freelancer in desperate need of a scoop, Hitler hits the road, part funded by the former führer doing caricatured sketches of the tourists in Bayreuth (
Hang the picture at home. Hang yourself next to it
) en route to becoming a Youtube and TV superstar finding a frighteningly receptive audience for his beliefs, and one that barely needs prompting: as he notes,
It sufficed to put out a few keywords as bait and soon I had them wriggling on the line.
And those keywords are worryingly familiar at times word for word for anyone following Trump's presidential campaign rhetoric. Even more worrying, director David Wnendt takes a Borat approach to Timur Verme's bestselling novel and includes many scenes where Hitler in -
MikeF-6 — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 08:31 PM)
Gone with the Wind (1939)
/ Victor Fleming
. The Moviest Movie Of Them All. Just about everything that can be said about GWTW has been said, I think, but it showed up on TCM's 31 Days Of Oscar festival so I DVR'd it. I hadn't seen it for decades. Thinking back, it must have been 40 or more years ago that I last watched it all the way through. This time I focused as best I could on the Good Parts it's picture of slavery and of the Old South as a world of gentility filled with dashing Cavaliers and delicate damsels has been chewed over extensively. I wanted to look at it as an example of movie storytelling. From that aspect, this is indeed a deathless classic. The main ingredient is the audacious casting of an English stage and film actress as the (for the late 1930s) beloved heroine, Scarlett O'Hara. Vivien Leigh carries this huge film with her astonishing performance. Clark Gable may not have thought himself to have been right for Rhett Butler, but he lights up the screen whenever he is on it, even, at times, overshadowing Leigh. Most of us can recite the rest of the cast by heart. Music, cinematography, Technicolor everything goes toward making this the classic it is. Yet, in the back of all our minds, no matter how we try to ignore it and think of other things, we know, as Pres. Lincoln wrote in a letter to a Kentucky newspaper editor, If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong. This is a sentiment found nowhere in Gone With The Wind.
Destination Tokyo (1943)
/ Delmer Daves
. Suspenseful but padded WWII submarine adventure. Ace U.S. submarine commander Capt. Cassidy (Cary Grant) is given a dangerous secret mission to sneak his ship into heavily mined Tokyo harbor to prepare the way for Doolittle's Raid on that city, the first American bombs to fall on Japan. If you are thinking that Cary Grant is an unlikely candidate as a navy captain of a submarine, you would be misled. He gives one of his best dramatic performances. Consider also, that Grant had turned down the role, eventually given to Humphry Bogart, as a desert tank commander in Sahara to take the Tokyo assignment which had been turned down by Clark Gable. He is given some good support from some up-and-coming young actors. John Garfield is the most prominent of the names at the time of the film. Dane Clark, John Forsythe, Warner Anderson, and William Prince make the most of their chances in very early movie appearances. In the naïve, gee-whiz, country boy from Kansas role is Robert Hutton in his first credited movie. Instead of the usual stereotype, Hutton finds a real character to play and transcends the script he has been handed. More gossip: Cary Grant and Hutton's cousin, heiress Barbara Hutton, were practically newlyweds when the film was shot. Whether that influenced Hutton's casting is unknown. However he got on board, he came through impressively. The padding I mentioned earlier takes the form of way too much male bonding, joking around, and crew members pranking each other. It was, I guess, supposed to be heartwarming and funny, but I wanted them to just get on with the story which is a terrific one and keeps one biting one's nails.
Anthropoid (2016)
/ Sean Ellis
. On the Eastern European front of the Big War, some Czech ex-pats led by Josef Gabcík (Cillian Murphy) parachute into Nazi occupied Czechoslovakia with a very serious mission: assassinate Reinhard Heydrich, the Nazi architect of the Holocaust who is currently in Prague to direct the pacification of the population. While remaining undetected they must find a way to get close to Heydrich and to convince the Resistance fighters to help them which they are reluctant to do, knowing the horrific reprisals that will result. In spite of some good scenes and some serious acting, this film is something of a lost opportunity. There is a lack of urgency at the center of the script and direction plus some pretty routine staging of the war action and resulting gun battles. I expected to be moved by the sacrifices of these dedicated people, but watched most of the movie feeling uninvolved. Too bad.
Neruda (2016)
/ Pablo Larrain
. I am happy that for my last review on the last weekly thread is of one of the best movies I have seen in a long, long time. While grounded in the life and history of the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), this is a poetic fantasy (a poem in movie form about a poet) that counters Neruda's flight from Chile in the late 1940s when his country's fascist government outlawed the Communist Party with a young police inspector who pursues him. Inspector Peluchonneau (Gael García Bernal), who narrates, is given the job of finding Neruda and arresting him. Neruda, himself (Luis Gnecco), doesn't want to be caught but enjoys the thrill of the chase. As the cat-and-mouse game goes on, the events, the thoughts, the motivations get more dreamlike. Music (as in Larrain's Jackie) plays an enormous part in setting the mood. To repeat my previous metaphor, I felt like I was experienc -
TrevorAclea — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 08:47 PM)
Despite having a great and ultimately tragic true story the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich and the Nazis monstrous revenge on the Czechs that has already inspired four previous films that's attracted talents as diverse as Fritz Lang, Bertolt Brecht, Douglas Sirk, Jiri Sequens and Lewis Gilbert,
Anthropoid
is one of those solid films that isn't exactly bad but really should be a lot better. While in some ways it may be the most accurate, it never translates that into a compelling human drama despite decent performances from Cillian Murphy and Jamie Dornan as the two assassins.
Although the film literally hits the ground running with them landing in occupied territory and almost immediately inadvertently falling into the hands of Czechs who will sell them out, the biggest problem is the absence of the very real threat the real assassins faced in a country ruled by terror where betrayal was always moments away. People talk about the Nazis and we see them in the background, but the heavy yoke is never really seen or felt until after the assassination so that the fears of reprisals that turned out to be horrendously underestimated carry no weight. Worse, the massacre and destruction of the entire town of Lidice feels almost glossed over in a brief line or two of dialogue that understates the scale of and arbitrary rationale for the atrocity. There's one striking torture scene played on the face of a bespectacled bureaucrat checking a statement from an offscreen informer as he's being beaten to jog his memory that shows that director Sean Ellis can do this without going overboard, but it happens so late in the film that Heydrich's assassination becomes more of an abstract practical problem than a dangerous necessity. And just as Heydrich is reduced to a name and a brief bit of archive footage, it never manages to make you really care about the characters despite giving them moments of human fallibility so their fate never hurts the way it should, something Lewis Gilbert's Operation Daybreak did surprisingly powerfully despite the questionable accuracy of its source novel.
It raises intriguing questions was the mission just a suicidal gesture by the marginalized Czech government in exile to prove their countrymen could still fight? Was it worth wiping out what was left of the Czech resistance to carry out? Were thousands of lives simply being sacrificed to impress the very allies who had willingly and contemptuously given Czechoslovakia, that far away country of whom we know nothing, to the Nazis without a fight for a few months of peace (and who would sell it out again after the war)? What happens when platitudes about true patriots being willing to die for their country are tested by the reality? and then ignores them beyond the odd line about regretting nothing or the whole nation being behind them that feel like the price of co-operation from a Czech government who are still working from the old propaganda movie playbook.
It's at its best in its two most visceral scenes, the horribly botched assassination Heydrich died of sepsis rather than his wounds because his doctor decided not to treat him with antibiotics and the German assault on the cathedral where the seven men were hiding. Yet it botches the horrifying epilogue as the Nazis gassed and then flooded the crypt where the last few men were hiding (the most genuinely moving part of Lewis Gilbert's film by far), opting for a stylised approach that adds a hideously misjudged spiritual reunion moment for one character that simply doesn't ring true and takes you out of the film. It's not the only old war movie moment the film throws in (Murphy's the hard-bitten one who really cares deeply while Dornan's the idealist whose nerve threatens to fail while both men inevitably fall in doomed love with the women they use as cover for their surveillance trips), but it's the most wildly misjudged in a film that at once honours the real people involved while never bringing them to life again on the screen.
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Antonius Block — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 09:02 PM)
Dinner at Eight
(1933, George Cukor) is a fitting final film to review for the soon-to-be-departed Classic Film Board: a bona fide classic comedy whose actual subjects are aging and the imminence of death. It's about a number of bourgeois New Yorkers who've harbored themselves in self-delusional bubbles on the verge of being punctured by the encroaching, merciless reality of the Great Depression. Underneath all the witty repartee, the country club niceties, and the inflated egos are sad stories of the death of giants and the the dissolution of fortunes. Each character is lost in their crumbling vanity, exemplified by Billie Burke as she struggles hysterically to orchestrate a dinner party emblematic of a gratuitous lifestyle that will soon be made inaccessible, if not by bankruptcy then by mortality. I can't help but see a parallel with the pre-code era itself, with its knives about to be dulled by the sanitizing forces of the Hays Code. In any event, despite the gloom hovering in the background and which, occasionally, overtakes the screen (quite literally in the case of John Barrymore), the lightness generally prevails through the farcical set-ups and the egotistical barbs the characters spit at one another. Cukor displays his own visual wit, too, in his blocking and his editing (best moment: the cut from a couple on a couch to a close-up of a wiggly, gelatinous dinner). The origins are clearly theatrical, with long, dialogue-rich scenes that play out leisurely, letting the hypocrisies and vanities of its pathetic yet sympathetic ensemble take shape, and it's adapted well, with fluid camerawork that feels neither showy nor stagy. It's sophisticated and bittersweet. (
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redskydown-1 — 9 years ago(February 12, 2017 10:10 PM)
-OUR TOWN 1940 7.8
William Holden, Martha Scott
-RISEN 2016 7.5
Joseph fiennes
Documentary
-HISTORY: INVASION IM MORGENGRAUEN DIE LANDUNG IN DER NORMANDIE/BATTLE
OF NORMANDY
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