Harold Ramis directs Chevy Chase, Beverly D’Angelo and John Candy in this classic hit comedy where a disastrous all American family go on a road trip across the US of A.

Holiday ro-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oad! Massive affection for the first two movies. They were family favourites growing up despite the risqué content. This is a little less broad and a little more dusty than European but hits the spot all the same. Even when the gags fail, Chase and D’Angelo win you over with their energy and chemistry. Chevy is a clown screen actor with two settings… slapstick gormless and smug over confidence. Vacation leans into the former with still a unique pinch of the latter. Beverly must be the hottest ‘mom’ ever to play the wide eyed, big hearted straight man in this kind of endeavour. “Oh Sparky…”

7

Perfect Double Bill: National Lampoon’s European Vacation (1985)

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Robert Schwentke directs Jodie Foster, Peter Sarsgaaard and Sean Bean in this Hitchcockian thriller where a bereaved airplane designer’s daughter vanishes mid-flight and no-one on board believes her.

Jodie frantic, trapped, hoodwinked and resourceful. Slumming it in glossy sub-Hitchcock homages for big paydays. The paranoia of 9/11 is draped all over this, using new security procedures as a psychological assault course for Foster to contort through. You can’t help but love her even if this mystery gets stuck in a holding pattern quite soon after it takes a potent turn. The finale is nowhere near as intense as the set-up and there’s just too much dead air in the second act. Yet Flightplan proves an ideal hotel room movie, it passes the time with a slick appealing averageness. There’s a sterile luminescence to the lighting. Everything is illuminated but cold and way too smooth. Undemanding but Jodie always deserves better… always.

6

Perfect Double Bill: The Lady Vanishes (1938)

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Bernardo Bertolucci directs Debra Winger, John Malkovich and Campbell Scott in this epic tale of an unfaithful American couple who travel off the map into the Algerian desert.

Not entirely sure this movie would have been made any time other than the early Nineties. Erotic but tasteful, epic but distant. That distance seems to cause issues for the fans of the book, a cult literary item by Paul Bowles who appears and narrates here. They expect an internal, metaphysical story but Bertolucci recreates the plot pretty much at face value. Incident without comment. You’d be hard pressed to say the cast are stretched. Winger and Malkovich are characters with no idea of what they want, no destination in mind, who carry further on into the wilderness and oblivion. Their blankness again is ambiguous and intriguing if you are approaching this fresh with no fealty to the source material’s grander themes. And the North African shoot looks fantastic. A glow of arid red and browns, tanned skins and shaggy camels. Orientalism – again a mode that was out of fashion only a few years later.

7

Perfect Double Bill: The English Patient (1996)

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Wong Kar-wai directs Tony Leung Ka Fai, Leslie Cheung and Brigitte Lin in this Hong Kong martial arts adaptation where various assassins, their loves, employers and targets cross paths at a desert inn.

Best of luck following this. Beautiful but featuring only one very quickly pared down fight sequence. Made me realise that an egg in its own way is a birdcage. Not the deepest philosophical realisation ever but tells you where my mind was when I gave up trying to follow the half realised subplots.

4

Perfect Double Bill: A Touch of Zen (1969)

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Henri-Georges Clouzot directs Michel Auclair, Cécile Aubry and Serge Reggiani in this early French noir where a resistance fighter falls for a good time girl who strings him along in pursuit of a life of riches and immorality.

Strange little French thriller. It starts as a wartime romance and eventually becomes a near existential survival tale but in the main and in the middle it is a noir that avoids crime. Like I say… Strange. The central romance between the venal Manon and her naive suitor never solidifies. You certainly wouldn’t call it idyllic. The coquettish Cécile Aubry is a girly grifter but with just enough innocence for you to doubt her insincerity. No matter how beautiful she is, our sap protagonist (‘hero’ is definitely the wrong word) should check out after various first act alarm bells are rung. We find ourselves following an obssessed slave who must know in his heart of hearts he has been strung far far away from his resistance fighter ideals. Both by his amour and the urbane hustlers and predators she makes him fall in with. The sexual frankness and edging towards a moral oblivion recall what Hitchcock tried to do in his later career but struggled spectacularly to marry up to his long set in stone style. Then there’s the extended epilogue which openly references the plight of the Jewish refugees wading through the North African desert. So much sand is kicked up that is only tangentially related to what has gone before. It makes for a stark shocking finale that feels like it has arrived from a completely different movie. More Wages of Fear than Les Diaboliques. Personally I wish Clouzot focused on his pet themes of jealousy, kink and marital conspiracy. I know the other stuff here is iconic but it makes Manon way too unsettled a work to ever fully love.

7

Perfect Double Bill: Le Corbeau (1943)

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Paul Thomas Anderson directs Cooper Hoffman, Alana Haim and Bradley Cooper in this romantic comedy about a teen child star turned waterbed entrepreneur who somehow attracts a grumpy woman in her twenties with no direction.

Maybe it is because the central romance is so unhealthy and unlikely that you cannot take your eyes away from it? Scenes happen that are so loved up and adoring that you wait for the needle drop, reality to kick back in, to be shaken from a pimply teenager’s daydream or a loser’s dirty fantasy for any kind of validation. But PTA never flinches… he holds on the strange allure these two improbables have for each other. Teasing us with every foul mouthed falling out and lingering on every slight adjustment towards a consummation we are pretty sure nobody in the cinema but a fictional teenage boy with too much moxy wants. Pretty sure but never certain. A series of stretched out vignettes set around Seventies’ LA that have the feel of Billy Wilder and Cameron Crowe about them. There’s a masterful patience and subversion here. Lots of “Easter eggs” to the PTA back catalogue too. The wit and energy and forbearance of this won me over very early on. I wanted to watch it all again straight away. I wanted to spend at least another 140 minutes in Alana Haim and Cooper Hoffman’s gawky company. It looks and sounds terrific. It is a movie that coasts downhill recklessly but never runs out of gas. It made me laugh. Plenty. Last year there was no new movie I instantly fell in love with. I thought I was becoming jaded with current cinema. This year we got a bonafide classic in the very first week. Perfect.

10

Perfect Double Bill: Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)

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Tim Burton directs Jack Nicholson, Jim Brown and Tom Jones in this sci-fi parody where aliens invade with deadly intent and humanity is uncertain how to react.

A ton of affection for this. The Martians are just as cute, chaotic, murderous and anarchic as the gremlins. The original plan was to create them with painstaking stop motion animation but that was eventually decreed too expensive. The upshot of the late in the day decision to realise them as CGI creations is that their design mimics stop motion puppets anyway. The fact that the gleeful green nasties aren’t trying to stretch what technology can do actually means the vision of the movie hasn’t dated clunkily. Mars Attacks holds up because it never aimed for photo realistic monsters. Burton has a lot of joy in killing off most of his all star cast. It is wasteful but democratic. The ensemble is so busy that the first hour feels like a necklace of DVD extras. A string of cut scenes included while a proper movie goes on somewhere else. This lackadaisical approach again works in the movie’s long term favour. Big budget maybe but knowingly throwaway. Cameos from Tom Jones as himself and Lisa Marie as a sexy infiltration assassin stay in the memory. This is Burton’s The Day The Earth Stood Still and Jack Nicholson’s Dr Strangelove. If you can get past the spaced out, lo-fi energy of it all – you’ll have a blast.

8

Perfect Double Bill: Independence Day (1996)

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Julia Ducournau directs Agathe Rousselle, Vincent Lindon and Garance Marillier in this French body horror where a serial killer is impregnated by a car and then impersonates a long missing boy to lie low from the heat.

As with nearly all French extreme cinema – Is it powerful? Yes. Would I want to repeat the experience any time soon? Probably not. There’s lots of positives- the physicality of the lead performances, the lo-fi hard hitting dance sequence and the gender fluidity. Yet it does feel like two concepts mashed awkwardly together and the serial killer first act doesn’t gel with the body horror fairytale that follows. Luckily everything is left ickily ambiguous so you can take what you like and leave what you don’t. The scenes that require the strongest stomach are executed the most confidently. I hope Julia Ducournau doesn’t move any further away from pure horror than this though.

6

Perfect Double Bill: Crash (1996)

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Jon Watts directs Tom Holland, Zendaya and Jacob Batalon in this Marvel superhero crossover movie where Peter Parker and Doctor Strange cast a spell that accidentally sucks in characters from previous Spidey franchises into the official MCU.

As millennial fan service, this is second to none. And I am also a fan of Spidey. As blockbuster cinema there is far too much sitting around in half lit rooms or standing around poorly lit basements chatting. Reminded me of a Batman 1966 TV show episode where two or three villains team up in a warehouse. Only not bright. The big action finale is a murky blur. I do wonder about what little kids make of the constant dialogue with characters from franchise incarnations they’ve never seen? Made me wish Andrew Garfield was in better Spider-Man entries and Matt Murdock was confirmed for a feature length comeback. Watchable but not very satisfying given the scope and potential on offer.

7

Perfect Double Bill: Doctor Strange (2016)

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Ken Russell directs Kathleen Turner, Anthony Perkins and John Laughlin in this erotic thriller where a frustrated investigator and kinky lay preacher are obsessed with a moonlighting prostitute called “China Blue.”

Sticky and stagey. Was quite looking forward to this but it is a hot mess. Feels almost theatrical, aiming for Brechtian but actually achieving pantomime. Perkins is stunt casting and his extreme Psycho retread is given short, almost pointless, shrift. Kathleen Turner looks hotter in her everyday androgynous looks rather than her hooker cosplay. The lead actor is laughably bad. Everyone is aiming for a heightened declarative style (the script is 50% monologue) but he really struggles with any kinda acting mode. Not erotic, not exciting, not insightful. Even as a camp car crash it is found wanting. Awful synth score. Russell’s colour pallette is at least memorable. The shitty sewer between art and trash where everything stinks.

3

Perfect Double Bill: Belle Du Jour (1967)

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