As usual typing a list like this I get to talk about how I haven’t seen that much. Recent gems like Dope and Me, Earl and The Dying Girl have escaped me so far. But regardless, if any of the films listed below have past you by, I recommend you find some time to catch up with them… Continue reading
Last year for the first time I did a mid-year round up of what I had seen thusfar and it seemed to have sparked some issues on the internet, mostly because I was right and you guys are always wrong. But something about it made me thing last night — maybe I should do that again. So here we go. With little discussion and just saying “hey check these out if you’ve missed them so far” with the films of 2014 at our midway point now… Continue reading
This week, people who live in places with good theatres, are going to get to enjoy the latest Tom Hardy effort, Locke. As far as I can tell it’s Tom Hardy on the phone fixing life problems in one night while taking a leisurely drive around town. That sounds amazing, mainly because it’s simple, but mostly because it’s Tom Hardy just talking to me calmly. I think it would do good as a late night film on TV that will lull me to sleep and I can imagine how his voice was digitized and manipulated to be the Bane joke it is today, I’m really glad we’re past that gag.
Anyways, it made me wonder about cars in film; and more importantly non chase scenes in films in cars. Cars are a big part of the world culture, but for the most part they’re used as cut aways in transport or straight up crazed action scenes. However, this week I wanted to highlight some great scenes in films that take place in cars (that aren’t chase scenes).
9. “Maybe it’s the power trying to come on?”; Jurassic Park (1993)
Yes we all remember the T-Rex chasing Goldblum down the path and people shouting them to go faster. However, what we all remember more than that is the water vibrating and being told to pay close attention. I keep remembering how much time they spent just sitting in the cars just waiting to see what’ll happen and as the tension builds it gets more and more glorious on screen for us.
8. “This is bat country”;
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)
Remember that time that Johnny Depp gave Spider-Man a lift to Las Vegas? I do. It was in bat country. We all adore Gilliam’s drug infused story of Hunter S. Thompson’s Gonzo adventures to Las Vegas, and more that recognizing his insanity as he slips in an out of inner to outer monologue due to his own drugged filled state.
7. “Pull up here”;
Gun Crazy (1950)
Earlier this year, with True Detective running and a great long take being revealed to us all half way through the season, the internet ran into a big panic filled nerd rage over long takes in cinema and this one kept coming up. It’s great. After about forty or so minutes of build up we finally get to the first real bank robbery and we don’t ever really get to see it. We’re stuck outside with Annie as she’s in the car waiting for Barton to come out with the money. This nice continuous shot from the backseat of the car helps add tension to what is already a very tense moment.
6. Shot Marvin in the Face;
Pulp Fiction (1992)
A reminder of all the things I love about Tarantino filmmaking. It’s holding us with a tangential conversation about Cops and how it isn’t always what you think it means and book-ending it all with someone being shot in the face to the point of a blood filled explosion in the car. It’s what Tarantino does best. Distracts us from the big money-shot to the point of being excited and shocked by it when it happens.
5. “Could’ve been a contendor”;
On the Waterfront (1954)
I forget sometimes how great just letting actors role with scenes can be. Here we see Brando explain clearly to his brother what it was he did to him. It wasn’t about anything other than the fact that he was the one that did it to him. He asked him to dive thinking it was okay, but it wasn’t. It showed him that the world wasn’t fit for him and that didn’t just lose him on money or fame, it lost him on life.
4. “How about some Bohemian Rhapsody?”; Wayne’s World (1992)
I actually can honestly remember when I first saw this movie and this scene has always been the one that stuck out. Also, I hadn’t ever heard Queen before and had no clue what this music was. I assumed it was a fake song they made up for the movie. Cut to me more than a decade later discovering Queen and enjoying it even more.
3. “You’re damn unlucky”;
I Saw the Devil (2010)
Remember when I said I wanted to focus on non chase scenes. I consider this not counting. Here we’re treated to one of those special kung-fu-esque moments in cinema where in a tight space it becomes even more glorious to watch our hero (or in this case villain) fight his way out of a corner.
2. Trunk Love;
Out of Sight (1998)
About a month ago the internet was a buzz with conversations about sexy films (with the release of Nymphomaniac). I was touting Take This Waltz and now somehow I’m saddened that I forgot this amazing film by Soderbergh. Something about this scene of Lopez and Clooney being locked in the trunk trading lines and just kind of being status quo about the whole situation just works. It’s a scene that exists for us to know that the chemistry between these two characters are real and make us want them to be together knowing that it’s improbable with their vocations being on opposite ends of life.
This is a film that will live on longer that me I imagine and this scene is one of the many reasons why. In this continuous shot all taking place within the car as we sit with all these characters attempting to get out of town to save humanity it begins calmly enough with some laughs and fun, but it quickly turns sour as some violent attackers descend on them and it becomes a state of panic. I read FIlm Crit Hulk’s writing about long takes and it helped me understand why it is we as a community of film lovers flock to them, it’s their natural ability to create tension when at times there isn’t even any to begin with. This scene is one where it feels not just that the scene is creating tension as much as it’s teaching us about this technique as it’s all about tension building.
Last year, as I mentioned in my clean up post last week, I participated for the first time in the series of articles called The Blindspot Series. And with my unannounced and barely noted sabbatical from writing and all things internet to the end of half of last year I hope to keep on top of my Blindspots this year.
Last year I found myself pushing into a lot of pre-determined classics that I had yet to see. This year I’m getting a little bit weirder, while at the same time working with some of those very well known classics that I should really get out of the way by now. I have a few films from most recent years and some from years that not many alive now remember existing if we weren’t so preoccupied with writing history down.
Anyways, without further ado, my schedule of films for this year:
January – Breaking the Waves (1996) (dir. Lars von Trier) February – Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927) (dir. F. W. Murnau) March – Late Spring (1949) (dir. Yasujiro Ozu) April – The White Balloon (1995) (dir. Jafar Panahi) May – Sholay (1975) (dir. Ramesh Sippy) June – 3-Iron (2004) (dir. Ki-duk Kim) July – Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (1943) (dir. Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger) August – The Great Dictator (1940) (dir. Charles Chaplin) September – Chungking Express (1994) (dir. Wong Kar Wai) October – Only Angels Have Wings (1939) (dir. Howard Hawks) November – The African Queen (1951) (dir. John Huston) December – Three Colors: Red, White & Blue (1993 – 1994) (dir. Krzysztof Kieslowski)
This past year, along with all the great theatrical releases that wowed (see my Top 20 of 2013), I committed to participating in a series of posts that seems to be managed and championed by Ryan McNeil of The Matinee called “The Blindspots”. Along with all my other writings over the last year as it turned to the last third I fell off somewhat, but I called out twelve films at the beginning of the year that I promise I’d finally make myself watch, here are the results of those twelve films and me:
Schindler’s List (1993) (dir. Steven Speilberg)
The movie constantly strives to show power. To show the power one has over the people. It goes so far as to actually discuss it openly between our two characters of dominance where Schindler tells Amon his true power lies not in his ability to take away the life of a Jew but to allow them to keep it, to pardon them.
Where I feel the most interest for me though came in the procedure itself. When the film finally identifies our murderer (Peter Lorre) we’re given this small moment of brilliance that just feels so right. It’s hard for us to somehow conceive how much easier or harder it was to accomplish these procedures that we take for granted in police narratives of this age, but something so simple as marking the back of a man’s coat by chalking a M on your hand so that the rest of the eyes and ears are able to follow him discreetly makes everything else (which is monotonous procedure) work so much more as an act of cinema.
Using the word documentary feels almost dismissive of what Kiarostami is able to accomplish with this film. Where elements are filmed as happens and others re-enacted (for the sake of narrative) it never feels completely directed or forced in any way. Even scenes, like the trial, gives an uncertain feeling as to whether we’re watching the real thing or a re-enactment. This is to the film’s benefit as it ties in further into the filmmaking idea of how this drive and passion that pushed Sabzian to lie about being Makhmalbaf out of a love for cinema even more apparent.
The Night of the Hunter (1955) (dir. Charles Laughton)
While the thematic terror is an element that creates approximately 80% of the tension in the film, more than any acting greatness that is Robert Mitchum or the narrative, it’s the visual sense that the film gives that pulls this off. As mentioned, the first time we know that Powell has reached the Harpers is by a shadow that envelopes the children in their home. More than once Charles Laughton uses the image of shadows to convey this sense of terror. The visual ability of the director is what makes every frame of Mitchum (and his ever present shadow) is what makes the film as palpable as it is. When we have the moment of John and Pearl escaping you’d expect for that visual motif to change, but it doesn’t and it’s only at the very end is it that the film finally feels to come into the light.
Even when the film reaches its climax and we’re given this cyclical nod with Eve in her hotel room after having accepted her award with a very Margo-like demeanor; very somber and slightly disgusted with her reality it should be cliche and annoying but it works. The worst part of it is that we never feel this as a sign of Eve becoming saddened by the results of her efforts, we see her as accomplished and successful. Not just critically and financially but also personally.
Aguirre, The Wrath of God (1972) (dir. Werner Herzog)
A part of me wants to love this movie. It feels so much like what Malick achieved with The New World (my favourite of his films); and at the same time I feel like this is the film that most easily explains to me how those who dislike The New World felt watching that film.
Don Lope de Aguirre (Klaus Kinski), while on this expedition for El Dorado is given second in command to a smaller team to find their way out of the jungle. The film allows us to focus on the process of Aguirre’s claim to fame as the man behind the curtain of every turn. When he saw that he was unable to control the expedition to his benefit he saw fit the make sure that it became that way in short order. It’s great.
At the same time though the film feels like a general slog of a story where from the outset, watching these conquistadors seeing their own demise in the near future, we have no hope for the story or our characters. Aguirre almost feels like he’s supposed to be the villain you love to hate that we’re forced to associate with, but I ended up distancing myself from him as much as possible.
In the Mood For Love (2000) (dir. Wong Kar Wai)
Adultery is a strong word and has always been seemingly well defined in the construct of society. However, In the Mood for Love starts to question the limits of that definition and asks us when it’s worth re-evaluating that word. There is a point in the film where we are led to believe that Mrs. Chow and Mr. Chan are having an affair, whether together or separately is undetermined. When Mr. Chow and Mrs. Chan decide to spend more time together it begins with the line of, “We won’t be like them” which admits to the dark road they are about to travel down but walks down it with the intention of it remaining pure.
The film’s imagery is anything but subtle. There are times when Fritz Lang actually looks to remind us of the themes he wants to portray numerous times through imagery. The same narration that opens the film, of the mediator, is repeated numerous times through Maria’s preaching to the workers and when the finale comes around. The same thing happens with the Babel imagery. Early on when Freder first is inspired to speak to his father about his suffering brothers in the machine room he screams, “to the new Tower of Babel,” and later on the film explains – in almost a scripture like manner — the imagery and meaning of the Woman of Babel who inspires all of these sins that eventually leads to the death of a people only to have the Machine Man version of Marie be placed into that exact same imagery so much so that the film would overlay the presented image of the Woman of Babel when evil Marie appears to remind us.
Where this film rises above a lot of even today’s films is in it’s visuals. Something about films of today are so understandable by the audience. When someone goes to watch Avengersthere is an understanding by him and the film even before a frame is shown that we already know how 99% of the film was made and the part of one’s brain that spends rattling around trying to figure out how we got a Hulk to take down a big Alien ship living thingy (whatever that was) is completely disengaged through the experience. However, watching Sherlock Jrthat part of your brain is constantly engaged attempting to figure it all out because unlike with today’s films there is no understanding before the film begins.
At the time the first thought I had when the credits began to roll was instantaneously to have someone explain this French New Wave to me. I know what it is and have seen a couple of films from it’s time, only to feel lost about it all. It’s realism and paired down productions create mood that I adore, but this film felt like a loss of story. There was nothing to truly latch onto as opposed to the likes of Frances Ha, which takes it’s entire feel and style from the films of this era but adds something more to the mix that I feel filmmakers then didn’t care for.
Godard asks me to follow his protagonist into nothingness as the film devolves into a very odd state of affairs and just a random smattering of meetings that shift from being adorable to frustratingly uninteresting.
Double Indemnity (1944) (dir. Billy Wilder)
Is this the year I dislike noir cinema? Something about this film rubbed me the wrong way. Noir cinema, more than a visual style and general dark toned revenge/mystery stories, rely on a sense of intrigue that I felt this film lacked for me. Another big thing that these films live on is general badassness. We love the hard as nails cop going after the bad guy and questioning who’s really the worst person of the two sides. Here it’s an insurance salesman who always have the right selection of words to go together, and it’s great, but at the same time it comes off as no better than The Counselor where we want to take a minute or two to deconstruct each sentence and by the time we’ve caught up we’ve lost the film and any focus the film had with us.
Touch of Evil (1958) (dir. Orson Welles)
So… remember I talked about noir? This is noir. With a Mexican Charlton Heston and a fat Orson Welles playing off one another to solve this crime and see where justice really lies we have nothing but great dark gritty police stories to fill that part of our mind which loves to hate bad people and loves even more to see the morally good succeed in the end. The direction making the film feel as fluid as possible and writing keeping us on our toes while never losing us keeps this film entertaining and amazingly enjoyable to watch.