Yankee Doodle Dandy - This is going to be a review of "but"s. I don't like Cagney that much. I don't like the way he acts, I don't like the way he sings, and I especially don't like the way he dances (it always looks like his asscheeks are trying to go in two different directions).... BUT I like the idea of Cagney, I like his persona. As far as Curtiz goes, Casablanca is probably in my all-time top 10... BUT I haven't been wowed by his other work. Gung-ho patriotism is a huge turn-off for me... BUT the patriotism here is presented in such a vague, apolitical manner that it didn't bother me. And I don't care much for biopics, especially ones structured this way, where no problem can't be solved in under 5 minutes... BUT it does have a breezy sense of fun to it that's somewhat infectious. Shall I keep going? Cohan's songs don't ring my bells... BUT they're not terrible either, and there's some nice staging of the numbers. There's nothing brilliant about this movie... BUT scattered here and there are some terrific little moments. In summary: I didn't love this film and wouldn't ever bother to watch it again... BUT it was fairly entertaining. Rating: 6
Fat City - Oh, it's another one of these. An early 70's American, vaguely wistful character study about lovable losers drifting through life. Like other movies of its ilk, it tries to pass off character flaws as depth, and wears its no-frills approach to filmmaking on its sleeve as a badge of honor. I can watch this stuff and be reasonably engaged, but it just doesn't inspire me that much. Decent-to-good performances by Bridges and Keach... more noteworthy are the characters on the periphery: Ruben, Earl, the mysterious boxing rival Lucero (in one of the film's more intriguing moments, Huston lets us watch him leave the arena, and we wish we could follow HIS story for a while), the fellow day workers. These guys add quite a bit of spice. On the other hand, you've got Oma, a particularly awful performance by Susan Tyrrell, whose grating hamminess somehow bagged her an Oscar nom. I was pretty ho-hum about the whole experience until the last half hour or so, when something resembling a point of view seemed to surface, culminating in a fine, thoughtful ending. It went a long way towards redeeming the film, which I was otherwise mostly indifferent about. Rating: 7
A Zed and Two Noughts (rewatch, Blu-Ray) - This was an awfully risky purchase, considering the last time I tried to watch it, I got annoyed and shut it off. But knowing how wishy-washy I can be about Greenaway, and having vague memories of liking it the first time, I took a chance. So glad I did, because this time around I was quite pleased. It's classic Greenaway: dense symbolism, double meanings, fringe intellectual pursuits, outrageous coincidences, bizarre names, art history, the alphabet, taxonomy, anecdotal storytelling, self-reference (a newspaper contains stories with elements from his next two films Belly of an Architect and Drowning by Numbers, and the name "Fallast" harkens back to The Falls), and painstaking compositions. The cinematography (Greenaway's first collaboration with the great Sacha Vierny) is eye-poppingly gorgeous, all the more so in high-definition. With Vermeer as an inspiration, the photography is a masterpiece of lighting. And the Michael Nyman is as wonderful as always. The film is just loaded with marvelous little details, plenty of sly wit, and food for thought. Like a lot of Greenaway, it's a rather cold and clinic film, but under the icy facade are some good human insights. While I wouldn't go so far as to call it "touching", it has a lot to say about life and grief... not to mention Veermer, mythology, symmetry, and of course, zoology. Rating: 9
The Sea in Their Blood (Blu-Ray) - Greenaway again indulges his fetish for taxonomy, counting and cataloging a variety of factoids about the British seaside. Occasionally he offers up an interesting tidbit, but for the most part it's the usual lists and statistics. Nice photography and Nyman music, though. Rating: 6
Outskirts - Boris Barnet's tale of a small village during World War I is more a series of loosely connected sketches than a straight narrative, and "confused" is the word that comes to mind. The attitudes towards the Germans are not so much complex as they are jumbled and inconsistent. The odd sound design could be interpreted as ironic (or poetic?) commentary but to me it just felt misguided. Furthermore, the rhythms of the film (occasional quick bursts of narrative action alternating with long, slow stretches) make it dreadfully dull for the most part. Still, it contains a handful of lyrical touches here and there and a few of the anecdotes (particularly those that resemble Grand Illusion) are compelling. Rating: 5
The Docks of New York - Von Sternberg is usually pretty good (unlike von Stroheim, who often annoys me, and yet I keep getting the two mixed up) but he's never really wowed me. This time he came close. The basic story is not especially noteworthy... a working-class romance. But it's more evolved than your average Hollywood silent. The characters go beyond the usual archetypes and feel more genuine and relatable. The performances are nicely understated, with only Olga Baclanova getting a wee bit hammy. The film has a naturalistic air to it, a kind of despair tempered by grim resignation and small hopes. Most striking is the photography, it's beautifully shot with some wonderful camera movement. Like most silents, I probably wouldn't bother to watch this one again, but it certainly beats out most of its contemporaries. Rating: 9
The Hart of London - Boy, was I against this at first. An early section of the film includes a 15-minute rush of overexposed, superimposed images -- a confusing and tedious heap of just stuff. While I confess I still don't know what this segment was for, it eventually coalesced into something far more interesting. Primarily a series of images and juxtapositions that suggest a man vs. nature theme (although Chambers touches on other areas as well), it's often fascinating and at times extremely unsettling. The ending is even quite brilliant, and achieves something rare in experimental film: dramatic tension. A difficult work, but worthwhile. Rating: 7
Black Tuesday - Tight little prison break/hostage drama flick, kind of similar to The Desperate Hours and the like. Nothing too unusual here, but it flows very well and keeps you entertained, and it explores some interesting moral ground. Best of all is Edward G. Robinson's gleefully ruthless performance. The cinematography seemed nice, but it was difficult to judge with such a rotten print. If a restoration ever came out, I'd buy it. Rating: 8
Wuthering Heights - This version made me appreciate Bunuel's much more. Wyler has none of Bunuel's sense of humor about how over-the-top and awful these characters are, and instead treats them as romantic/tragic heroes. The true culprit may very well be Alfred Newman, whose horrible, horrible score is drenched all over the place, ruining almost every scene with absurd amounts of syrupy strings. As for the rest of it, it's okay-to-good. Olivier is a massively overrated actor, in my opinion, but he does a decent job here, as does Merle Oberon. Toland's photography is, as to be expected, quite grand. The film moves along smoothly and usually holds your interest. I still prefer Bunuel's take on the story, however... a far more fiery (and slyly satirical) rendition. Rating: 6
Hold Me While I'm Naked - The story of this short is a bit obfuscated, but it seemed to be about a lonely director guy who is sexually obsessed with his actress. Kind of feels like a student film by someone who watched a whole lot of Kenneth Anger and little bit of Godard. It's somewhat amusing but it isn't too clear what Kuchar is driving at, if anything. Maybe it's meant to be self-referential, or maybe it's just a spoof. I didn't hate it, but it didn't leave much of an impression on me either. Rating: 6
Anatahan - A true oddity from Von Sternberg. The story of a naval crew stranded on a remote island whose inhabitants are one man and one woman... a "Lord of the Flies"-esque scenario where civilization gradually breaks down. The odd part? The tale is based on a Japanese novel, and the entire cast and crew is Japanese, with English narration by JVS himself. The narrator is supposedly as one of the participants, though it's never revealed which one. The whole thing has a thick dreamlike quality, aided by a haunting score from Akira Ifukube (who has a long, long resume, including a lot of Zatoichi films, a number of Toho monster movies, and most notably The Burmese Harp). For most of the cast, this was their only role, or one of a small handful. For "Queen Bee" Akemi Negishi, however, it would be the beginning of a fruitful career, including several collaborations with Kurosawa. A strange and fascinating film, with thoughtful narration. Rating: 8
Abraham's Valley - It was mere coincidence that I watched two movies in a row that rely on heavy narration. Unfortunately, this one has massive amounts of it, and furthermore, Netflix's DVD is dubbed in French. So my viewing experience may have been tainted by that. I found the narration exceedingly annoying, it sounded much too "heavy" and "poetic", like a wannabe Alain Resnais. I have to wonder if it would have had the same effect in the original Portugeuse. Assuming the translation is reasonably faithful, I doubt I would have enjoyed it any more. A bunch of bourgeois bullshit, unrelatable characters prattling on and on about nothing to do with real life, humorlessly waxing philosphical about vague concepts and unburdened with the practicalities of day-to-day living. And lots of literary references designed to allow the cultural elite to nod knowingly. After three hours (three LONG hours) with Ema, I didn't feel any more enlightened about her than I did at the beginning. It was really quite boring. When the narrator would shut his stupid piehole, I would occasionally start to get involved, but eventually he'd start chiming in again with his -- I hate to use the word, but sometimes it's appropriate -- pretentious nonsense. The cinematography was pleasant, but nothing special. A real yawner. Rating: 3
Princess Yang Kwei Fei - It's been quite a while since I watched any Mizoguchi. And this one is quite a novelty: it's in color, one of only two color films in his oeuvre. And I might be mistaken, but I think it's only one in a non-Japanese setting...it's based on a Chinese legend, kind of a Cinderella story with a tragic twist. It's also less concerned about the suffering of women than is usual for Mizoguchi, and is more about the perils of feudalism. The color is lovely, but I find it incongruous with Mizoguchi's style, and seems to undermine the seriousness of the proceedings (it also highlights the obvious cheapness of the sets). It's far from his best work, but it's satisfying enough. Machiko Kyo is wonderful as always, and her relationship with Masayuki Mori (trivia note: the two also played the couple in Rashomon) is quite touching. Rating: 7
Hellzapoppin' - Let's just get this out of the way: at least half of the humor in this movie is terrible. Corny gags that were stale even in 1941, "wacky" sound effects, cheesy slapstick. I was groaning a LOT. But man, you have to admire the sheer anarchy of it. This is the Marx Brothers times Looney Tunes times a hundred. It's truly a case of anything goes. And to be fair, some of the jokes are pretty good (the Rosebud line is a howl). For me, what really saves this movie from all the bad comedy is the song and dance, all of which I thought was terrific. Highlights are "Watch the Birdie", the jazz number (it's a little suspect that all the black people are relegated to one section of the movie, but at least it's done somewhat respectfully) and the Busby Berkeley tribute. And I never knew Martha Raye was such a great performer, to me she's always just been the scary-looking Polident lady. As much as I hated a lot of the jokes, I have to admit that the overall experience is a hoot. Rating: 8
Edited by Martin Teller - 9/6/10 at 2:37pm