Something Wild (1986)

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Every time I rewatch this it jumps up like twenty places in my favourite movies of all time. The transition of tones is utterly jaw-dropping. A film so full of character, ennui, optimism, spontaneity, sadness and sheer life. If my life looks anything like this movie when it flashes before my eyes at the end of days it will have been a life well lived. Very nearly started watching this again just as it finished. Demme truly was one of the greatest. Something Wild, I adore it. A constant in my own personal Criterion Top 10.

Watched on Criterion blu-ray.

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The Deep Blue Sea (2011)

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The Deep Blue Sea seems to come out of the gate at fever-pitch with a booming score and sweeping crane shot, both foreshadowing the sheer heights of emotion this story will eventually reach.

As a browning postcard of wartime Britain it is hopelessly romantic. Director Terence Davies grew up in this period and his rendering of it feels like less of a gritty document than a fond, half-remembered photograph. This is a movie that shimmers, looks shot through a veil-like gauze and basks its images in blotches of candlelight and warms the faces of its actors beside fireplaces. It’s poetic, inked in heartache; appropriate given that Davies is one of Britain’s finest cine-poets. Concerning the forbidden romance between a married woman (Rachel Weisz) and an RAF pilot (Tom Hiddleston), it’s a film that deals in supreme subtlety and is ultimately a mosaic of gestures – as many of Davies’ films are – looking at love through stifled smiles and eyes wet with held-back tears.

As the romance dances with both lust and doom, the film exhales into piercing blasts of pure sound and image. All the emotions, further heightened by the bottled-up frustrations of 50’s Britain social etiquette, are given great release in these moments. Davies has always been a true believer, a believer in the power of film and its aesthetics and is never afraid to indulge in grandiosity and sheer style should the material call for it.

His skill extends to the actors too with Weisz and Hiddleston appearing like porcelain dolls, with thin line cracks slowly manifesting in their smooth, pale complexions as their relationship becomes more fraught. In interviews around the time of the film’s release, Davies repeatedly uses the word “luminous” to describe Weisz and that is exactly how she comes across. This is a rare showcase for her, one that lets her play to both the smallest and largest calibers of her skillset. Hiddleston too is perfectly cast, here on the verge of superstardom, looking every inch of the 50s lothario he’s embodying. Hiddleston has always felt to me like a dashing star from an earlier era – like a young David Niven – and often flounders when forced into the contemporary mould of a leading man or action star (Looking at you Kong: Skull Island) but here, under Davies’ watchful eye and careful lensing, he looks right at home.

The Deep Blue Sea is an exquisitely made picture, and one that takes on a certain golden-ring-turning-brass antiquity given Davies’ loving design and period setting. It still feels like a somewhat minor work – a delicate novella in Davies’ filmography rather than a defining novel – but it is brought to life with upmost artistry and care. A totem of a filmmaking sensibility we see all too rarely. Quite lovely.

Watched on Artificial Eye blu-ray.

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After Earth (2013)

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As much as I love Shyamalan and often find ways to defend his misfires, there’s no getting round the fact that he absolutely lost his way here. Regardless of Jaden Smith’s acting chops – he clearly doesn’t have the goods to imbue this with the heart and emotion it demands – and the fact the film delegates one of our most charismatic movie stars, Will Smith, to playing a stoic, humourless general who spends most of the film sat down trying not to fall asleep, After Earth‘s biggest problem is the misjudged tone. Shyamalan wrongly treats this silly sci-fi caper as a solemn father/son melodrama. Endless ridiculous lines are exposed further because they are delivered with upmost sincerity.

It’s clear to everyone in the audience that this would be far better served if treated as a cheeky, swashbuckling space adventure. It’s a daft 90s movie at heart – Will Smith’s character is called Cypher Rage for crying out loud – and adheres more to video game plotting than a traditional;y substantial narrative. It’s a story about achieving goals; checkpoints not plot points. Embrace all this with a smirk and a wink and all the clunkiness would not only be forgiven, it would be entertaining. I definitely feel like Shyamalan caught his error though as his subsequent “comeback” films, The Visitand Split, are full of the kind of sly, dark comedy After Earth is tragically lacking and are all the better for it.

Watched on blu-ray.

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A Prairie Home Companion (2006)

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A Prairie Home Companion, Robert Altman’s final film, is a delight. It proves, as Altman’s career is testament to, that sometimes all you need to make a great film is a rugged and well-oiled ensemble.

Showcasing the director’s penchant for busy rooms and cluttered frames, he lets his characters loose to flood the film with personality. Every scene is alive with voices, stories and music. Given the subject matter, it goes without saying that characters will occasionally burst into song to further convey their feelings or illustrate a point with more panache, but it lends the film such a spring in its step; a foot-tapping sense of sheer enjoyment and optimism. The tone is constantly jovial, any conflicts are down to clashing personalities and temperaments, never giving way to outright hostility or villainy. On the one hand this is a nuts n’ bolts document of a radio variety show’s final performance, on the other a pure entertainment which knits a hardboiled noir detective into a ragtag blue collar roadshow which also includes a pair of hapless cowboys and a femme fatale who may or may not be the personification of death.

Altman relies on the DP Ed Lachman’s roaming camerawork to track his sprawling mirage of a cast. The actors are simply wound up and released to interact with their environment and one another. You have heavyweight thespians like Meryl Streep, Lily Tomlin and Tommy Lee Jones brushing shoulders with the more chaotic energies of Kevin Kline, Woody Harrelson and John C. Reilly. There are moments that feel beautifully written and constructed, others like happy accidents which rolled into the movie like tumbleweed on a warm breeze. Kline is bulldozing his way through a background with his physical comedy prowess one minute, Lindsay Lohan reading a poem about suicide the next. Altman catches every flourish, big and small and lets them be. He also expertly tracks all the strands and relationships meaning you never loose sight of an emotional through-line. There is an entire TV series’ worth of life and stories here jam-packed into 100 wondrous minutes of backstage bric-a-brac. I adored it.

PS. PTA was a stand-by director on this and you can certainly feel his shadow over Altman’s shoulder. The presence of John C. Reilly and Maya Rudolph being primary examples, Rudolph here pregnant with their first child together no less! Lovely.

Watched on DVD.

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Breakdown (1997)

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An impressive 90s open-road thriller that streamlines its thrills into white knuckle simplicity. Part The Vanishing, part Duel and peppered through with some backwoods grit, Breakdown nevertheless excels on its own B-movie tarmac. There’s a physicality to this kind of movie being made at this time when filmmakers weren’t prone to taking short cuts with CGI to replace backdrops or by enhancing effects. This is stunt drivers in real cars hauling ass in the desert and sweating the entire time. There’s no denying that it’s full of silliness but it manages to avoid some potential potholes especially in the way it leaves the motivations of the villain ambiguous and doesn’t find some hackneyed way for him to explain himself to Kurt Russell’s hero between showdowns. Add to that the rogues gallery of character actors populating the fringes and a gloriously OTT final act of retribution which more than satisfies the bloodlust built up in the audience by that point, making Breakdown a wholly satisfying 90 minute road game.

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The Perfume of the Lady In Black (1974)

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A steady, well told psychodrama stirred into a mid-70s euro slasher that rarely wobbles into the sloppiness so many of these films are prone to. It’s very well told with a brave, authentic performance by Mimsy Farmer at the centre and augmented by a considered aesthetic that is a step above your standard exploitation fare by feeling like an authentic extension of the heroine’s jagged psyche. The film’s last movement is a luscious downward spiral into a very specific kind of feminine madness that you see a lot in these movies, usually as an excuse to get a heavy dose of sex and violence into the mix, but here, rather than being distasteful, it feels like the logical conclusion to all the shit this woman has been through beforehand. As a result, the movie ends with emotional wallop rooted in character and not mere viscera and titillation A rare thing.

Viewed on 88 Films’ blu-ray.

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Eyes of Laura Mars (1978)

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As far as American gialli go, Eyes of Laura Mars presents itself as something of an ideal. Stylishly directed by Irwin Kershner, front loaded with a star-studded cast and hung on a tastily absurd concept – she sees what the killer sees! – you’ve got everything you need to hit a home run. For the most part, Laura Mars delivers the goods but it also flounders where you expect it to soar.

So much of a giallo’s success rests on your protagonists face. It’s a voyeuristic genre that spends as much time watching the hero react to or puzzle over something in extreme close-up as it does showing you their POV. So securing a face as photogenic and expressive as Faye Dunaway – hot off of her Oscar win for Network no less, a fact the theatrical trailer proudly boasts – is a major coup. The famously curmudgeon Tommy Lee Jones co-stars as the love interest, though perhaps un-surprisngly given that he avoided returning to this territory again, he doesn’t seem to be engaged with this at all. Aside from Dunaway most of the heavy lifting falls to the supporting players who all make their limited screen time pop (hey Brad Dourif! Raúl Juliá!).

Setting it in the photography world, where glamorous women decked out in skimpy high fashion take part in lurid photo shoots, makes for an optimal backdrop too leading to an endless supply of stimulating window dressing. The extravagant penthouse sets and photography, drenched in large swathes of expressive shadow are suitably lush, ensuring you can see every cent on screen. In fact all of these individual ingredients are so good that I bet Argento himself was kicking himself that he didn’t put these pieces together first.

Even though Laura’s strange ailment is never explained, the mystery elements work well enough to keep you engaged – shout out to Spielberg’s editor Michael Kahn for the supreme cutting – but it eventually fizzles out into a predictable finale that belongs to a much lesser movie. It’s here where all the A-list razzle dazzle falls apart and its sub-par b-movie origins rise to the surface. It’s something of a giallo trademark for a great mystery to be extinguished by a ludicrous third act, but I can’t let this one off the hook so easily. It’s not necessarily the action that’s disappointing, but the way the film goes about it.

There’s a sense that the filmmakers were too proud to commit to what they were making or that they were trying to heighten Eyes of Laura Mars into something more respectable. All the sequences that should be electrified by some impressive and inventive gore effects are instead pitched as if they’re in a straight forward thriller. By failing to embrace the high gloss grotesqueries of the giallo, and not matching the high-calibre production value pound for pound with high-calibre shocks the film is done a great disservice, turning what could have been a minor classic (it originated from a John Carpenter screenplay after all) into a minor entertainment.

Viewed on Indicator blu-ray.

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Brazil (1985)

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Legitimately one of the most comprehensively realised filmmaking visions ever committed to celluloid, Brazil is a movie stacked with aesthetic bric-a-brac and glued together by madcap paranoia. Surely Gilliam’s crowning achievement and the greatest display of his talents. Here he finally seems to crystallise a tone – equal parts horror and comedy, gift-wrapped in chaos – all his own. There are endless scenes that work in isolation while also being a crucial development of the tightly-packed whole, even if just on an atmospheric or world-building level. Every frame is so cluttered with information to the point of distraction. Brazil demands multiple sittings to really appreciate how much is going on here. But that’s what’s great about it: for all the overwhelming invention on show, it’s the Christmas gift that just keeps on giving.

There are just so many choices and ideas here. For instance, when Lowry finally goes to the floor for Information Retrieval, notice how you can see the breath of all the characters swirling in the air meaning, for some reason, this floor is incubated at a sub-zero temperature. It’s a very funny, odd flourish that was probably lost on an entire generation of viewers who only came to know this movie via VHS, DVD or other SD source. I never noticed it myself until this revisit, my first in HD. What an eye-opener.

I also adore Gilliam as a proponent for physical world building. You can practically feel the crew struggling to squeeze the camera into these cramped sets, to the point where you actually see the wide-angle lens juddering mid-shot from time to time. It’s fucking great. There aren’t enough words for Jonathan Pryce’s amazing physical performance either. He contorts himself into shapes and sizes both with his face and body you wouldn’t think possible for a normal jointed human being. He carries so much of this film, becoming Gilliam’s ideal avatar to pin this rollercoaster of dystopian delight and torment onto.

I love Brazil, truly, madly, deeply. A film that at once feels like the most romantic and fantastic of dreams and the most vivid of nightmares. Gilliam’s masterpiece. Laugh yourself into madness, and sing that title song all the way down.

Watched on blu-ray.

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To Die For (1995)

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Gus Van Sant never really gets the credit he deserves as a stylist. As someone who got into his work primarily through his austere “Bela Tarr Period” I’m always struck by how formally inventive and playful a lot of his earlier movies are. I felt this way about Drugstore Cowboy, I felt this way about My Own Private Idaho and now I feel this way about To Die For. From frame one the film is alive. Combining talking head interviews with heightened fictionalisation of the central murder yarn, Van Sant heightens Buck Henry’s dark satire from tabloid peep show into pop-art.

At the centre of it all is an early signature role for Nicole Kidman. She really pops off the screen here and not just because of her A+ pastel suits. Attacking the role with a ferocity and subdued madness, she is always drawing your eyes onto her and into her. For a film about a woman obsessed with being the centre of attention, who is literally willing to kill fo fame, it’s a highwire “look at me!” performance that feels necessary in all its attention seeking. Her seduction of a young, brain-dead Joaquin Phoenix culminates in her dancing in the rain and car headlights to “Sweet Home Alabama”. It is at once sexy and disturbing but, most unnervingly, makes you realise that succumbing to the charms of a psychopath can be as simple as a statuesque blonde with damp hair singing Lynyrd Skynyrd. Men. What a feeble species.

It also made me nostalgic for mid-budget 90s movies. Like remember when filmmakers actually put effort into title sequences? Or when Danny Elfman would just be pulling memorable themes out of the air left, right and centre? The very specific “Danny Elfman Sound” that was embedded in so many 90s movies played a huge part in my own initial love affair with the medium and I miss it. Whenever I hear one of his themes, I’m happy. He was so good at establishing a specific tone with his music, a carnival sense of everything being just “off” and that anything could happen but whatever that was, it would be fun in a twisted sort of way. That description could easily be applied to To Die For itself, so the marriage of composer and material is well suited.

I never get tired of seeing Matt Dillon play these sort of knuckleheads (Ben Affleck in Gone Girl is basically Matt Dillon in most 90s movies at 40) and in Van Sant’s hands he always seems at home. By the time David fucking Cronenberg shows up in the last act as a lothario hitman I had to pinch myself to make sure I hadn’t actually descended into one of my own dreams. What an odd world we live in. Gus Van Sant is one of its most astute observers.

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Hellraiser: Hellworld (2005)

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Reading the synopsis for Hellraiser: Hellworld I was excitedly hoping for the franchise’s own version of Tron. Sadly, Tron this is not. It’s not even Tron: Legacy. The videogame thing is merely a set-up to get a bunch of thankless young actors (not entirely true, Henry Cavill is there too) in a weird Eyes Wide Shut style house of shagging but with a miniscule budget and bad club music. By this point the Hellraiser series has settled into a format not too dissimilar from Freddy’s Nightmares (remember that show?) where Pinhead and his diminishing gang of cenobites are little more than overseers to an otherwise unrelated plot. The connection to the other movies and franchise at large is arbitrary and pointless, adding absolutely nothing to the continuing mythos and gaining nothing by including it, except of course some brand recognition in the title.

You do have Lance Henrikson though, for some reason, meaning that there’s something to puzzle over beyond the stupid fucking plot. In fairness, the movie doesn’t take itself too seriously. Returning for his third consecutive entry in the series, director Rick Bota knows where he’s coming from and tries to ensure things don’t tip into self-importance. He lets the actors ham it up when necessary, lets the tone bend all out of shape to keep things a little interesting. It’s not his fault. At this point the filmmakers just flat-out stopped committing to the core values of the franchise and left any semblance to Clive Barker’s sensibility in the dirt. It’s no surprise that Doug Bradley hung up the pins after this one. I think I’m going to have to stick with my fellow countryman and ditch Revelations, making this the final entry in my Hellraiser deep dive. This isn’t quite the worst of the franchise, but I’ve got as close to the bottom as I’m willing to go.

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