Frank Capra directs Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert and Walter Connolly in this romantic comedy where an heiress goes on the run and a journalist helps her get home for the scoop.
The synoptic romcom. This has all the tropes before they were tropes. Patented the formula. Who cares? The last days of pre-code freedom fizz through this. The sexual tension / attraction between a never better Gable and Colbert is palpable from the off. Then just blossoms and blooms. There are half a dozen classic comedy set pieces. I love it.
Bong Joon-ho directs Robert Pattinson, Robert Pattinson and Naomi Ackie in this sci-fi satire where the lowliest crew member of a space expedition is replaced by a clone every time he dies in service.
My expectations were high and not solely due to Parasite. I have been a fan of Bong since Memories Of Murder. Mickey 17 too often feels like retreading old ground for him. Snowpiercer and Okja did all this better, with more action, anarchy and visual elan. This is fuzzy grey, it drags. Pattinson does interesting work in the dual roles, there are loads of hints of a troubled production. This has been reshot. Some threads are left hanging frustratingly, others forgotten.
Clark Gregg directs Sam Rockwell, Kelly Macdonald and Anjelica Huston in this comedy where a sex-addicted con-man pays for his mother’s hospital bills by playing on the sympathies of those who rescue him from choking to death.
We have had only two Hollywood feature films based on the literary works by Chuck Palahniuk. Both are controversial, satirical and unpredictable. Surely we can get another few adaptations? Lullaby would be my shout. This is a lot more down to earth and indiemovieTM than Fight Club. Yet Rockwell, Huston and Macdonald bring it. Make it worth a look.
Producer Don Boyd gathers together the talents of John Hurt, Jean-Luc Godard, Lenzi Drew, Nicolas Roeg, Theresa Russell, Robert Altman, Elizabeth Hurley, Julien Temple, Buck Henry, Beverly D’Angelo, Anita Morris, Ken Russell, Bridget Fonda and Franc Roddam to make this near- speechless anthology film set to classical music.
What a mixed bag. This is quite derided but actually only a few sequences outstay their welcome. Robert Altman’s bedlam theatre audience doesn’t have much more to say after the first shot. There were tidbits I really enjoyed. Roeg and Russell are the most formally accomplished in a gender bending period intrigue. Roddam and Fonda drive through Las Vegas in a simple but sincere rock n roll, sex and death road movie. Julien Temple’s high camp adultery farce is memorable. Ken Russell and Jean-Luc Godard compete for the most bonkers entry, our Ken pips the Nouvelle Vague disruptor to the post via sheer opulent excess but it is a close run race. And amongst loads of gleeful gratuitous nudity we get to see young Elizabeth Hurley completely starkers. 10 out of 10. The whole thing works less well as a cinematic art installation and far better as pretentious soft core erotica.
Todd Solondz directs Jane Adams, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Dylan Baker in this dark indie comedy where a gaggle of suburbanites are cruel and lonely.
The above is not even my favourite one sheet for this horrible little movie. Hilarious bitter poison where the most engaging, sympathetic character is a conniving nonce. Really a sketch show of abrasive scenes. Often deadpan, often brilliant. It can be overwhelmingly evil. I keep coming back to this like a car crash. Hoffman’s sweaty acting is particularly good.
Ettore Scola directs Sophia Loren, Marcello Mastroianni and John Vernon in this Italian drama where a housewife and a bachelor finds themselves alone in their housing complex on the day of Hitler’s visit to Rome.
Fascist Before Sunrise. Also middle aged and trapped to one location. This is intimate but powerful. There are revelations and depressing inevitabilities. The finest performance from Loren I have seen. The cinematography has a golden hue, like memories reflected in a shiny locket.
Leonard Nimoy directs William Shatner, himself and DeForest Kelley in this sci-fi sequel where the crew of the Enterprise must travel back in time to Eighties’ San Francisco to save the whales.
Often held up as the crowd pleasing pinnacle of the franchise, this is actually a little weak. Proficient but no great shakes. The fish out of water comedy is thin and uninspired. The space battle stuff… a mere bookend. I’ll always want to hang out with the crew but this entry is the epitome of overrated. Bizarrely it started out at Paramount Pictures as a mooted crossover between the Trek universe and their then big star Eddie Murphy. That is the version of this movie that I crave.
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Perfect Double Bill: Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989)
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.
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