Howard Hawks directs Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant and Charles in this screwball comedy where while trying to secure a $1 million donation for his museum, a befuddled paleontologist is pursued by a flighty and often irritating heiress and her pet leopard, Baby.
Further Complications: The Movie. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Hepburn has never been sexier, fast talking vivacious. We rip off the back of a dress. Sing to a cheetah. Pretend to be a gangster. Ride a brontosaurus as it falls apart. Rat-a-tat-tat magic.
Terence Fisher and Antony Darnborough direct Jean Simmons, Dirk Bogarde and David Tomlinson in this mystery where a a British tourist is gaslit by French hotel owners when her brother and his hotel room disappear overnight.
Sprightly British potboiler set around the 1889 Paris World Exhibition. Jean Simmons is sympathetic as a character torn between confusion, desperation and determination. It probably takes Bogarde too long to get in on the action to deserve his top billing though. A cosy wrinkle on The Lady Vanishes / Frantic format with a strong denouement.
Brian De Palma directs Josh Hartnett, Scarlett Johansson and Aaron Eckhart in this crime thriller about two detective caught in a psycho sexual conspiracy tangentially related to the infamous true crime Hollywood murder.
I project I have revisited a few time as I think there should be a great film here. I just can’t believe how vapid and uninvolving it all is. De Palma races through subplot, digressions and major set pieces as if it were all one take filler. The stairwell sequence is the only moment with any true Brian magic. The movie rarely sparks and James “The Demon Dog” Ellroy bramble bush myth-tory storytelling mode is sapped of nearly all impact. It does look the part but ultimately this flat, distant, rushed adaptation gives the impression of lost actors, dressing up, marooned in a mystery that doesn’t really matter. How could it have gone so wrong? Should it have been David Fincher’s proposed six hour miniseries? Yes. A squandered opportunity.
Sammo Kam-Bo Hung directs Jackie Chan, Biao Yuen and himself in this Hong Kong action comedy where a pair of food van owners, an inept detective and a beautiful thief cross paths in Barcelona.
The first half feels like unrelated slapstick skits in Spain. Once the good guys are together and storming a castle, it becomes a bit more overtly action orientated.
7
The Natural (1984)
Barry Levinson directs Robert Redford, Robert Duvall and Glenn Close in this period baseball drama about a brilliant player who only gets his chance to play professionally as he enters middle age.
Strange film this. Outwardly quite trad. But then there’s the constant magical realism and the unpredictable plot swerves. Major incidents come out of left of field. Looks beautiful (Caleb Deschanel), amazing score (Randy Newman). Redford is probably too old for this role but he is an established enough star that you never question his messianic goodness. The third act goes off the boil a little but there is a wonderful movie here if it would have just tightened up a little.
7
Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984)
Michael Radford directs John Hurt, Richard Burton and Suzanna Hamilton in this British dystopian sci-fi based upon George Orwell’s 1949 novel.
About as grindingly bleak and futile as I can stomach. Clearly a labour of love. Burton refinds his mojo after years of phoning it in. Always a difficult rewatch but for me this is most cinematic adaptation of the text.
8
This Is Spinal Tap (1984)
Rob Reiner directs Christopher Guest, Michael McKean and himself in this cult comedy rockumentary spoof.
Never really dug Spinal Tap when I was younger. Felt like something embraced by people a decade older than me. I laughed a fair bit more on this revisit.
6
Angel (1984)
Robert Vincent O’Neil directs Donna Wilkes, Cliff Gorman and Dick Shawn in this high school good girl moonlights as a prostitute on Hollywood Boulevard thriller.
Mish mash of hard hitting serial killer exploitation flick, and a TV sitcom about a sweet teenage hooker and her kooky misfit community of freaks and geeks. Switching from ghoulish lurid details to overly sincere melodrama, Angel never finds its rhythm. John Diehl is excellent as the silent predator who suckles eggs raw out of their shell and weight lifts concrete blocks in his bedsit. The gaggle of Hollywood also rans who protect Angel / Molly add personality. Wilkes is glaringly too old and too vanilla for her protagonist to work. The final 10 minutes go hard. An apartment trashing fight between a cross dresser and a fake Hare Krishna followed by a running shoot-out through the sleazy streets. The pumping neon madness comes a little too late though.
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