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Saturday, October 18, 2025

SINNERS (2025)

Hardly the first time an acclaimed/award-bound film opening early in the year was soon revealed as something less than it was cracked up to be.  In writer/director Ryan Coogler’s case, it's his attempt to add import to horror tropes by grafting on racial commentary between shock cuts and grue (a la GET OUT/’17), here with vampire dogma, but leaning more toward INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS/’56 than THE WALKING DEAD/’10.  A pity too, as the first hour (before the first vampire comes into frame) is strong, handsome moviemaking thanks to fluid tech* and a handsome physical production.  Especially in a look that doesn’t smother its 1932 setting with cliché faded visuals, instead ramping up dye saturation to pudding-rich 1940s TechniColor levels.  Michael B. Jordan and Michael B. Jordan star as twins, home in the South after seven years in Chicago, flush with seed money to open a ‘Blues’ Juke Joint they somehow put together in a day.  (Musicians, caterers, security, space, ballyhoo.)  An instant success on opening night until a trio of close harmony Whites are refused entry and show their true Vampiric colors.  Worse, turns out they’re something of an Advance Front for the local KKK who come along after sunrise takes out the Living Dead.  Coogler reducing the true horror and evil of the KKK, letting them off the hook by taking away full responsibility.  ‘The vampire made me do it.’

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  As an old Blues Man along for the ride, Delroy Lindo is the film’s true survivor.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  *Sure, modern digital techniques have made doubling techniques all but invisible.  But they’ve also taken away much of the fun in them as a visual trick and physical feat.

Friday, October 17, 2025

THE BRASS LEGEND (1956)

Soporific ‘second-feature’ Western goes nowhere fast, other than sending rugged lead Hugh O’Brien, attempting to bust out of supporting roles at Universal, into his signature role as tv’s WYATT EARP.  And perennial film ‘heavy’ Raymond Burr off to his even more identifying part as unbeatable lawyer Perry Mason.  It also led to faceless tv gigs for director Gerd Oswald after just making his striking debut in the off-kilter I Was A College Serial Killer thriller A KISS BEFORE DYING/’56 (https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2016/04/a-kiss-before-dying-1956.html), the one where handsome, young fortune-hunting psychopath Robert Wagner brings pregnant Joanne Woodward to a rooftop rendezvous and . . . Yikes!  Alas, this programmer is as drab as KISS was CinemaScopically dynamic.  Briefly: Wanted Man Raymond Burr is presumed dead, but spotted very much alive by young pup Donald MacDonald.  Reporting back to Sheriff O’Brien, he’s immediately in danger for his own life as Burr has a posse of bad guys ready to shoot whomever tipped off O’Brien.  Burr is quickly captured, but he’s got that posse of bad guys coming to town to kill the snitch and get him out jail.  None of this makes a lot of sense, nor very exciting.  Only Burr comes through, already quite heavy, yet with a lean, threatening face, and a jarring bit of near violent lovemaking to inamorata Rebecca Welles.  Everyone else leaves no mark at all.  Who was this one made for?

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT:  With scores of Westerns following similar narrative lines*, you only had to wait a year for a superior example in 3:10 TO YUMA.  The 1957 original, not the 2007 remake.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  Is the film’s ghastly guitar & harmonica score playing on a loop?

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  *An old theory says all films can be boiled down to seven plots.  Maybe.  But with Westerns, we’d say you don’t even need seven; just one: Stranger Comes To Town.  Certainly applies here, where it’s Raymond Burr’s Wanted Man.

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

NIGHTBOOKS (2021)

You have to assume NetFlix had a slot open for YA Horror and filled the niche with this ill conceived project.  A film so overloaded with creepy crawly CGI, decorative grue and faux degraded animated interludes, it seems expressly designed to shut down the imagination of its intended audience.  The basic idea splices an up-to-date HANSEL & GRETEL story with SCHEHERAZADE as horror obsessed little Alex (Winslow Fegley) slips out of his big city apartment (Mom & Dad none the wiser) and hits the elevator’s lobby button.  But the car gets stuck between floors, opening onto some mystery space between two floors.  The train platform to Hogwarts?  No such luck.  Instead, he goes down the hall and winds up in Witch Krysten Ritter’s apartment.  (A classic New York ‘6', the lucky dog!)  He might be the delivery boy . . . delivering himself . . . as lunch.  Yikes!  Fortunately, the witchy gal is crazy for scary stories and he’s got a dozen ready in his backpack.  One tale a night or he’s toast . . . literally.  But there’s another lunchable in there with him, the house servant, catering to the witch’s every whim & hunger pain.  A slightly older Black girl.  (Yep, the one Black in the film is the maid.  Good grief.)  Naturally, these two plot an escape, discover their witch answers to a higher/meaner/more dangerous witch and find a furnace to shove her in.  Nothing especially wrong with the set up (other than the Black teenage domestic angle), but so physically over-elaborated and choppy in David Yarovesky's directorial execution, you’ll feel nearly as trapped as the kids do.  The ones in the film and the ones watching on the couch.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT:  Nicolas Roeg’s Grand Guignol take on Roald Dahl’S THE WITCHES/’90 is the go-to title on these things.

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

CLEAR ALL WIRES (1933)

Married B’way playwrights with nearly a score of lightweight comedies from the late ‘20s to the early ‘60s, Bella & Sam Spewack hit the jackpot with BOY MEETS GIRL.  Even that work nearly forgotten today, so they’re only known for writing the ‘book’ to Cole Porter’s KISS ME, KATE.  This one, a fast-paced farce copying Ben Hecht/Charles MacArthur’s newspaper classic THE FRONT PAGE, but with a Foreign Correspondent digging up the scoops, had a modest 93 show run.  With catch-as-catch-can plotting as messy as THE FRONT PAGE is meticulously structured, it’s still a fun watch.  Mile-a-minute dialogue and reverses of fortune as our fearless reporter fights off rival scribes and desperate dames on assignment in Russia where his currently tarnished reputation needs an exclusive interview with General Secretary Joseph Stalin to recover.  But the real reason to have a look is that B’way lead Thomas Mitchell, who wouldn’t get to Hollywood for another year, has his role taken by none other than THE FRONT PAGE's original Hildy Johnson on B'way, Lee Tracy (rumpled of face/nasal of voice/rat-a-tat-tat delivery) in the first of his M-G-M films.  Hollywood did well by THE FRONT PAGE/’31, but here’s a chance to see the original in essentially the same part.  It’s also a chance to check out the final film of George W. Hill, the top action-oriented director at M-G-M, recently divorced from top Hollywood scripter Francis Marion.  Only 39, he’d die by his own hand next year.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  *And for the template the Spewack’s followed - THE FRONT PAGE/’31.    https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-front-page-1931.html

Monday, October 13, 2025

HOSTILES (2017)

In the late ‘70s, iconic (and iconoclastic) director John Ford, who’d fallen out of favor in the ‘60s & early ‘70s (partially because his politics were mistakenly tied to John Wayne’s right-wing provocations), had his rep posthumously resurrected.  Less for his Oscar’d prime, than for THE SEARCHERS/’56, particularly by the rising generation of ‘70s filmmakers.  Visually quoting it became something of a rite of passage in such disparate  films as George Lucas’s STAR WARS/’77 (the opening family massacre) and Paul Schrader’s HARDCORE/’79 (a full-dress redo with the modern porn industry taking over from kidnapping ‘Indians.’)  Half a century later, writer/director Scott Cooper picks up on the idea, near-quoting a pioneering White family massacre for his opening (ruthless Comanches) before Indian hating Capt. Christian Bale enters as the film’s Ethan Edwards ruthless avenger.  (That's John Wayne’s bigoted character in THE SEARCHERS though Bale wears a Sam Elliott mustache and speaks in his growl.)  These mere set ups for the main mission, reluctantly returning jailed Non-Comanche Tribal Elder Wes Studi to his Montana homeland before he expires from cancer.  But unlike Ford’s tough-minded portrait of an unrepentant racist on the hunt for his kidnapped niece, a man who only succeeds with an assist from a Holy Fool, Bale learns to respect the hated Indian as his outfit loses men to external & internal forces.  At the very end, finding the greatest enemy of them all is the entitled White.  Handsomely staged & shot, if indifferently acted (you start to welcome the surprise kills), the film turns squishy & sympathetic by design, condescending to all sides on all issues in all respects.  Perhaps never more so than when it turns dying Indian leader Wes Studi into Moses; seeing the Promised Land (Montana), but denied entry.  Then, replacing THE SEARCHERS’ famous door closing end to allow Bale to literally open the last door to hope on a moving train.  Sheesh.

DOUBLE-BILL:  Maddening and magnificent, see what all the shouting is about in THE SEARCHERS.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  Five or six times, the film all but stops for philosophical one-on-one conversations so Bale and one of his men can parse the difference between portentous and pretentious to perfection.

Tuesday, October 7, 2025

AUTUMN BREAK (2025)

AUTUMN BREAK?  No, not a film title, just notice of a week’s hiatus.  But that’s no reason to stop hunting for great video on MAKSQUIBS CINEMATHEQUE.  Over 6000 posts to scroll thru, more than a thousand come Recommended, thousands more barely shy of the mark.  (I-Phoners can switch to the Main Site to view all our Labels.  Scroll to the bottom of the screen for a link.  Our Search Box also on the Main Site.  Alas, the big Search Engines only index a fraction of our Posts/Titles.

Meanwhile, here’s a few titles with LINKS to the full Write-Up, two to a category, to get you thru the week.  Most, not all, Recommended, a few flawed but fascinating.  Mostly older ones you probably haven’t heard of.  Or if you have, probably not seen.  Even a few downright famous titles; but have you seen them?   Like the last two; well-known/widely-acclaimed classics, but seen by shockingly few Stateside.

WESTERNS: 

STRANGER AT MY DOOR/’56 :  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2021/10/stranger-at-my-door-1956.html   

ALL THE PRETTY HORSES/’00 :   https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2024/07/all-pretty-horses-2000.html  

SILENTS:

THE SHAKEDOWN/’29 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2021/05/the-shakedown-1929.html  

THE TRAIL of '98 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-trail-of-98-1928.html  

MUSICALS :

IT’S ALWAYS FAIR WEATHER : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-always-fair-weather-1955.html  

THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-cat-and-fiddle-1934.html  

EXOTIC:

EMBRACE OF THE SERPENT/’15 :  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2017/01/el-abrazo-de-la-serpiente-embrace-of.html  

BHOWANI JUNCTION/’56 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2011/08/bhowani-junction-1956.html 

LEGAL/COURTROOM DRAMA:

COUNSELLOR AT LAW/’33 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2009/08/counsellor-at-law-1933.html  

CONFESSION : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2015/12/confession-1937.html  

PRE-CODE:

EMPLOYEES’ ENTRANCE/’33 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2018/02/employees-entrance-1933.html  

THE CRASH/’32 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-crash-1932.html   

CHRISTMAS:

REMEMBER THE NIGHT/’40 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2019/12/remember-night-1940.html  

COMFORT & JOY/’84 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2019/08/comfort-and-joy-1984.html  

FILMS NOIR:

ACT OF VIOLENCE/’49 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2008/05/act-of-violence-1949.html  

LA NOCHE AVANZa/'52 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2021/04/la-noche-avanza-night-falls-1952.html  

1960s ITALIANO:

IL SORPASSO/’62 :  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2016/02/il-sorpasso-easy-life-1962.html  

THE ORGANIZER/’63 : https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2015/06/i-compagni-organizer-1963.html  

Back next week!

Monday, October 6, 2025

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE (1972)

Considering his literary prominence and popularity, Kurt Vonnegut Jr’s big-screen footprint is awfully small.  And this attempt, director George Roy Hill’s squarely realist adaptation, which failed commercially and as film, helps explains why.  The fantasmagoric tale of Billy Pilgrim, a sort of mid-20th Century Holy Fool, drifts thru an eventful life in jump cuts of time & space, finding love, war, whimsy, kids, afterlife, but never the manner of bemused horror Vonnegut gets on the page.  Instead, a curdled mass of irony, fear, defeat & acceptance, a ‘one damn thing after another’ cracker barrel philosophy.  (‘And so it goes,’ as the book has it.)  Hill too flatfooted, too literal to bring off the coy conceits and wacky juxtapositions.  (Imagine a young, budget-constricted Tim Burton on it.)  Acting no help either; debuting Michael Sacks’ aw-shucks confusion as Billy Pilgrim progresses across time, place & incident without selling us on the concept or on him.  (He’d shortly do better for Steven Spielberg in THE SUGARLAND EXPRESS/’74, but saw his career fizzle out by the early ‘80s.  While in support, Eugene Roche (tragic mentor) and Ron Leibman (obnoxious naysayer) make obvious acting choices.  Don’t blame them, or Hill, the more likely fault is that Vonnegut off the page and made flesh is hard to believe in.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT:  For what it’s worth, Mike Nichols also came a cropper with this sort of thing on CATCH-22/’70; while Lina Wertmuller (generally not a fan here) had quite the success (deservedly so) with similar ideas in SEVEN BEAUTIES/’75.

Sunday, October 5, 2025

COME NEXT SPRING (1956)

With their bread & butter Westerns (budget features; Saturday matinee serials) sinking as tv took over the market, Republic Pictures tried quality.  Then, either didn’t know what to do with it or didn’t recognize it when they’d made one.  So a fine, gently effective mid-lister, like this slice of late ‘20s Americana from Western specialist R.G. Springsteen, made in Republic's own TruColor process, went largely missing, and is still little known.  Pity.  A prodigal husband story with Steve Cochran (a natural screen tough guy who longed to play more complicated characters - even going to Italy to work for Antonioni) returns home after a five year bender (and three more sober), to the family farm now run by embittered wife Ann Sheridan.  He also finds an eight-yr-old son he didn’t know he had, and a traumatized, mute twelve yr-old daughter.  No big surprises here, but all the boxes intelligently ticked.  (Other than de rigueur alcohol relapse, which isn’t so much gone as finessed.)   Not without melodrama, there’s a cyclone to get thru and a missing-person-in-jeopardy  finale to resolve the last few issues, but generally mostly believable steps to redemption/reclamation.  And while other directors might have made more of this, Springsteen’s plainness has a quiet charm and works a sense of inevitability that’s very appealing.*  Plus, you get to see Walter Brennan and Edgar Buchanan at the same time instead of wondering if Buchanan only got his part because Brennan was busy elsewhere.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  *At their respective studios, FOX’s Henry King and Clarence Brown at M-G-M handled the rural Americana line with a special grace.  They tend to be underappreciated mostly because their respective studios were always tapping them to take on genres they didn’t excel at.   For King, try DEEP WATERS/’48; for Brown INTRUDER IN THE DUST/’49.  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2017/06/deep-waters-1948.html  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2025/06/intruder-in-dust-1949.html

Saturday, October 4, 2025

KAILI BLUES / LU BIAN YE CAN (2015)

Now in his mid-30s, Chinese writer/director Bi Gan is a representative of a new wave of Chinese filmmakers coming after the so-called Fifth and Sixth Generation.  The number designating how removed they are from the establishment of Communist China.  (No one’s thought of calling them the Seventh?)  KAILI, now a decade old, serving as Bi’s international calling card, even though, for non Chinese, it can be frustratingly opaque.  (Nearly typed ‘inscrutable,’ but the term, like the use of ‘Oriental’ as a race designation, has been retired from polite conversation.)  A rural roadtrip film, it moves as much thru time & memory as kilometers, very loosely organized by two half-brothers and the Search for Weiwei, son of one/nephew to the other.*  The father a sometime jailbird with little contact; the uncle more involved before ‘selling’ the boy, now grown and lost.  The uncle takes the lead and we follow as he starts to look for Weiwei on a journey employing a slippery timeline not nailed down for us.  Instead, we (or rather the uncle) randomly meets new people along the way who delineate the society of this back country for us; climaxing in a small town where Bi employs a long (and I mean long) continuous tracking shot to take us around the corners and thru stairways, gateways, inner courtyards and secluded passageways of the small town.  An impressive feat that turns the village into a maze as complicated as the whiff of a storyline allows it to be.  Almost post-narrative in design, the film is worth the confusion.  Later work from Bi may be a pleasure to connect with, but in general, I was more intrigued than carried away.

SCEWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  *Wei Wei, of course, the name of an internationally famous, Chinese censored, artist.  Whether the name of the son was chosen to reflect this isn’t specified.

Friday, October 3, 2025

21 DAYS TOGETHER (1940)

Even considering mental health issues and stage tours with husband Laurence Olivier, it’s still surprising that Vivien Leigh, as big a screen star as you could be after GONE WITH THE WIND/’39, had only nine more feature films over the next twenty-five years.  And most of them forgotten.  This one, released between GWTW and her personal fave WATERLOO BRIDGE/’41, though actually shot in 1937*, one of the more forgotten.  And that’s in spite of co-starring husband-to-be Olivier, popular Leslie Banks and Graham Greene adapting John Galsworthy’s moral dilemma novel.  Let’s stick most of the blame on director/co-writer Basil Dean, more stage manager/theatre actor than movie man.  His second to last try at film direction has a choppy/stop-start quality to it.  And Czech cinematographer Jan Stallich (later a Soviet Block lenser) has little interest (or ability?) in helping Leigh sparkle or Olivier seem a bit less callow.  These two lovers confronted by a husband who vanished three years ago.  He’s there to blackmail them, pulls out a knife and is accidentally killed in a scuffle.  What to do?  Olivier, scapegrace kid brother of barrister Banks, is strongly advised by him to cover up the crime and leave the country, even though it was self-defense and accidental.  Banks desperate to limit any scandal as he’s up for a High Court Judgeship.  But Olivier refuses to let an innocent man take the blame and Banks has to keep him from doing the right thing.  Not a bad set up though Galsworthy has a twist you’ll see coming that lets everyone (even himself) off the hook.  A miss as a film, but also something that shouldn’t be missed.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID/LINK:  *Note this was filmed two years before director William Wyler, according to a chastened Olivier, ‘taught’ him how to act for the screen while making WUTHERING HEIGHTS/’39.  It shows.   https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2014/05/wuthering-heights-1939.html

Thursday, October 2, 2025

STRAIGHT SHOOTING (1917)

With only five two-reelers under his belt, novice director John (‘Jack’) Ford, and regular lead Harry Carey, got carried away on the sixth, shooting enough footage for a five-reel feature.  Naturally, Universal execs ordered it trimmed down to the contracted short, only stopped by Universal head Carl Laemmle who recognized a bargain.*  A rare survivor from Ford’s pre-FOX silent output, it’s a find that lives up to your hopes.  And, if less than mature Ford, it still displays an astonishment in Ford style, technique and themes, present & accounted for in this Homesteaders vs. Cattlemen Oater.  With heavy D.W. Griffith influence (lead gal Molly Malone like a brunette Mae Marsh and a big ride-to-the-rescue finish), but Ford’s use of landscape & framing already his own.  (Those backlit door-framed shots might be out of THE SEARCHERS/’56.)  The story is a lot like George Stevens’ SHANE/’53 (tropes already familiar in 1917?), but with Carey’s character a combination of Alan Ladd’s ‘good’ badman and Jack Palance’s ‘bad’ badman.  It takes a pivotal on-screen murder of a young homesteader to shame him.  Carey not only changing sides, but in a riveting shoot-out, taking down his drinking pal, the killer.  How to explain Ford’s filmmaking confidence?  How lucky to have it survive.*

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  *In silent days, a reel of film could run longer than the modern standard of ten minutes depending on the cameraman’s cranking speed.  You could get almost 15 minutes if you were as slow as D.W. Griffith’s Billy Bitzer.  Hence, Ford, with forgotten cinematographer George Scott and the great Ben Reynolds (later Erich von Stroheim’s go-to lenser) gets over an hour out of five reels.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:   *Avoid lousy subfusc Public Domain downloads.  Click the link to see a proper restoration.  This EUREKA! Edition Comes with a more recent Ford find, HELL BENT.  (not seen here)   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=darotFrBNFM

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON (2025)

Best of the recent Animation-to-Live-Action remakes?  We’ve missed (or rather avoided) too many for any definitive pronouncement.  In general, they usually coin big cash, but leave little long-term impact compared to the originals.  But director Dean DeBlois, co-director of the full-animated feature in 2010, makes lots of smart moves; he even made this one for a bit less.  Plus, whatever money was spent is all up on the screen.  Though so much is CGI, calling it Live Action is less truth-in-advertizing than convenient nomenclature.  DeBlois starts smart, gliding toward the small Viking island where man and dragon fight for survival, in a shot that might be CGI, but looks like old-school scale-model work: a doll house village on a terrarium landscape.  It sets the whole film up with a tone of believable unreality, welcome to artifice, fantasy and tall tales.  This particular tale remains largely unchanged: Young Viking-in-training Hiccup happens upon a wounded beast, nurses it back to health (with a prosthetic tail ‘jib’ he fashions) and comes to realize  that dragons are just as afraid of human Vikings as Vikings are of flying, fire-breathing beasts.  But how to convince the town, especially warrior Dad Gerard Butler (repeating from 2010), of possible peaceful coexistence?  Much of this: CGI special effects, character arcs, Hiccup’s demonstrating his control over the beasts at Viking School are perfectly handled.  Yet ultimately, that’s not what makes the film work.  And there are problems too; an animated 300 pound Viking and a live action 300 pound Viking make very different impressions.  At times you think they’ve cloned John Goodman to play half the male adults.  (Too bad they didn’t, Goodman would have pulled it off.)  Nico Parker no better as the natural female warrior-in-training who warms to Hiccup and his new ‘pet.’  (Though nice to see a heroine with the old-fashioned face structure of Depression-Era madonna Sylvia Sidney.)  No, forget what they get right or wrong, what ultimately makes this one work is Master Mason Thames as Hiccup, the most overwhelmingly empathetic/sympathetic/winning juvenile lead seen on screen in decades.  (Since Michael J. Fox/BACK TO THE FUTURE/’85?  Or, closer to the mark, Matthew Broderick in LADYHAWKE/’85.)  Now if only someone could do a Director’s Cut that trimmed the overextended finale . . . and make a sequel a good bit better than the animated HTTYD2.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK: As mentioned above - LADYHAWKE or BACK TO THE FUTURE.  OR: Compare with the animated original and its unfortunate sequel.    https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-train-your-dragon-2010.html   https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2015/01/how-to-train-your-dragon-2-2014.html

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

PIANOFORTE (2023)

Inspired by Poland’s Olympics debut in 1924, the International Chopin Piano Competition started in 1925, returning every five-years, (October 2025 will be its centennial.)  This documentary (dir. Jakub Piatek) follows six contestants in 2020 thru the four increasingly selective/nerve-wracking stages.  First Stage: Chopin Etudes.  Yikes!  Some of the toughest pieces ever written.  Then climaxing days later with one of the two piano concertos Chopin wrote when barely out of his teens.  Dozens of these fly-on-the-wall classical music documentaries out there.  (Or streaming: daily posts or full coverage like the Van Cliburn.)  What sets these competitions apart, aside from the prizes, is who came out of them.  The Chopin boasts Krystian Zimerman, Martha Argerich, Maurizio Pollini.  And what sets this film apart is that it’s less fingers; more head, heart & backstory.  Actual stage action limited.  Advantages: We get to know the chosen six as people.  Disadvantages: Hard to judge talent/musicality from snippets; other than differences in articulation.  We end up rooting on looks and personality . . . which would be fine if it was their musical personality.  Showing at its worst with seamless intercut playing of the same piece, like passing the baton in a relay race.  But at least there, you’ve got a stop watch keeping score.  Pianist Stephen Kovacevich (once married to Argerich) dismissed a lot of current competition playing as ‘typing.’  Accuracy over art.

DOUBLE-BILL:  Hollywood tried dramatizing one of these in THE COMPETITION/’80 (not seen here) with oldest contestant Richard Dreyfuss falling for Amy irving, one of the youngest.  Apparently Sam Wanamaker does a wicked Leonard Bernstein as jurist/conductor which does sound tempting.  Seen it?  Thoughts?  Leave a Comment.

Monday, September 29, 2025

THE ORDER (2024)

True Story from the early 1980s: seasoned F.B.I. agent Jude Law is on his own when he starts to investigate a series of bank robberies & counterfeiting in rural Idaho/Pacific NorthWest.  Unwelcome by local police, he’s still able to see involvement linked to the quasi-religious Aryan Nation cult.  What he doesn’t know is that he needs to be focusing on an even more extremist splinter group quickly devolving into a national terrorist threat led by charismatic (make that messianic) Nicholas Hoult.*  Helped by one of the few cops not willing to let sleeping terrorist dogs lie (Tye Sheridan whose Native American wife literally puts skin in the game), Law & Sheridan can barely fathom the size of the organization they’re up against and the scope of their plans.  Finally, more crimes bring in more FBI, but the response remains unequal, even inept.  Closer to the facts than these films often are, it’s well played (Hoult exceptional) and well organized for dramatic effect, but also with very few surprises.  (Our main victim might as well be wearing a Shoot Me placard.)  And the film only half as effective as it might be, less from over familiarity as from a mischosen visual style from cinematographer Adam Arkapaw, director Juton Kurzel and the film’s 19 (!) producers.  Opting for glare, haze, and obfuscating filters & backlighting when the obvious choice would have been to make this ‘80s story look like an ‘80s film, sharp, bright, razor edge clear, with color saturation to match, throwing literal light on a dark story.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  A late ‘80s FBI thriller about ‘mid-‘60s White supremacy, MISSISSIPPI BURNING, shows the visual spark missing here.  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2023/01/mississippi-burning-1988.html 

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  *Perhaps focusing on splintering within the Aryan Nation (extreme, very extreme, crazy extreme) rather than using an FBI POV would bring a new angle to this familiar story.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

THE KING OF KINGS (2025)

Less ‘Good News’ Gospel than indigestible kiddie indoctrination; Christian pablum served in cutesy CGI animation that’s blocky & unattractive.  Strictly for believers, of which there are more than enough to turn a profit.  Especially in country of origin South Korea where, surprisingly, nearly one-third of the population identifies as Christian.  Note all the ‘Kims’ in the credits of this Angel Studios product which specializes in Up With Christianity movies.  A framing device goes back to Charles Dickens who famously wrote A CHRISTMAS CAROL and less famously a Story of the Christ, largely for family consumption.  So, we begin at one of his histrionic stage readings of The Carol, interrupted by his obnoxious, though meant to be adorable, son.  Unable to calm the boy down, stop sneezing from cat allergies or get the tyke to appreciate Christ over King Arthur and the like, Dickens tells him the whole story.  And with Dickens & son stepping right into the Biblical past as participants.  Missing pieces in the Life of Christ filled in as needed.  (By Dickens or by Angel Studios?)  With ghastly Christian Pop over the end credits and a depressingly impressive All-Star voice cast.  (Oscar Isaac’s Jesus a hoot, tossing in the occasional Bronx infection even though he was raised in Miami.)  The film offering something inappropriate for believers and non.  God knows what other ANGEL Studio Films are like.  Oh, yeah . . . God knows.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT/LINK:  This, the third KING OF KINGS iteration we’ve taken on, does make you appreciate the highly flawed films from Cecil B. DeMille (1927) and Nicholas Ray (1961).  There are, of course, scores more under various titles.  (Like the unexpectedly silly/serious LIFE OF BRIAN. https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2018/05/life-of-brian-1979.html  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2011/01/king-of-kings-1927.html  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2013/01/king-of-kings-1961.html

Saturday, September 27, 2025

LINDA (1929)

Fascinating on many levels.  If only it were a better film!  Directed by Dorothy Davenport, one of Hollywood’s few female directors at the time, the story, which has D.W. Griffith written all over it (not a plus in 1929) charts the sorry, if eventually triumphant, path of teenager Helen Foster, a kid from a penniless Appalachian family (wastrel dad, worn out mom, many siblings), bartered by her father into a loveless marriage with much older Noah Berry Sr., then blindsided when a previous wife and child show up.*  Yikes!  Pregnant herself, she gives birth before heading north to improve herself with help from a rich benefactress.  Finds love too, with the lady’s brother (no thank you) and the inner-city physician she’d met back in the woods (Warner Baxter, yes thank you).  Lots more in this vein.  Yet, as melodramatic and filled with coincidence as it is, Davenport was a natural behind the camera, and got lucky in cinematographer Henry Cronjager who knew the territory from his superb work on TOL’ABLE DAVID/’21.  (https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2021/06/still-freshly-felt-moving-in-its.html)  And what a backstory on Davenport.  Not only the daughter of character actor Harry Davenport (kindly doctor in GONE WITH THE WIND; Grandad in MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS), she’s also the widow of silent film star Wallace Reid (note billing as Mrs. Wallace Reid), a major Hollywood star who died addicted to the morphine Paramount got him hooked on to complete a picture in production.  Some things never change.  (NOTE:  LINDA has been successfully restored by The Library of Congress - though with a rather odd be-bop influenced score.  Find it here:  https://archive.org/details/linda_1929)

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  *When the first wife shows up with the kid she had with Noah Berry Sr could it be Noah Berry Jr, best known as James Garner’s Dad/sidekick on THE ROCKFORD FILES?  No credit listed, but he’d have been just the right age.  I’d put money on it.

Friday, September 26, 2025

TWILIGHT (1998)

Paul Newman, novelist Richard Russo and co-scripter/director Robert Benton knew they’d pulled off something special in NOBODY’S FOOL/’94, an unclassifiable quality film that even made a bit of money.  But it’s still a surprise to find them sitting out on any project for four years before reuniting on a very classifiable film, a hard-boiled Raymond Chandler-esque L.A. Private Eye mystery, the kind where the lead femme tells nothing but lies; the P.I. gets knocked out; your best friend sets you up; the police are incompetent and/or corrupt; and comic violence buffers real gore & gunplay.  No wonder reception was underwhelming.  (Commercially too, where FOOL doubled its modest budget in gross; TWILIGHT, with twice the budget, took in less than half.*)  But distance has markedly improved things.  No longer in competition with the earlier film, it can stand on its own as a neat little crime pic, with a cold case mystery to unravel as current messes pile up.  A prologue has Newman catching runaway teen Reese Witherspoon and a slug in his thigh for his trouble.  So his luck goes all thru the pic with Newman triggering trap after trap as he helps Witherspoon’s fading movie star parents Gene Hackman (dying of cancer) and Susan Sarandon (splitting the diff between Bette Davis & Jeanne Moreau).  Plus loads of character support from Stockard Channing, Liev Schrieber, James Garner (towering over everyone at 6'4"), many more, none for show, all with plenty to do.  Stuffed to the gills at barely over an hour and a half, the film (fun, touching, almost parsable as a mystery) deserves a second look.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  *After this underperformed, the trio never tried again.  But NOBODY’S FOOL/’94 remains.  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2016/10/nobodys-fool-1994.html   OR:  For the Chandler template;: after doing real Chandler in MURDER, MY SWEET/’44, director Edward Dmytryk & star Dick Powell topped it with faux Chandler in CORNERED/’45.    https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2016/12/cornered-1945.html

Thursday, September 25, 2025

ONE FINE DAY (1979)

Playwright Laureate isn’t a thing, but if it was, Alan Bennett is a lock for the British shortlist.  With a major film out in November (THE CHORAL/’25), Bennett starts a seventh decade of dissecting the British character (Division: White upper-middle class & those striving to be, with detours into royalty), going back to his breakthru as monologist in BEYOND THE FRINGE/1964.  (His three equally unknown partners at the time Jonathan Miller, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore.)  This 1979 tv film, one of a series of six, was directed by Stephen Frears (already showing his chameleon-like way of suiting style to content), and is largely representative of the Bennett manner: droll, sec, with wry character touches and reverse engineered twists.  This example comes packed inside a mid-life crisis for senior real estate agent Dave Allen, stuck at home with a college student son and the boy’s new sleep-in girlfriend; and at work with a nine-story White Elephant office property boss Robert Stephens is tired of carrying on the books, especially since young office pup Dominic Guard thinks he can flip it to residential for a quick sale.  With beautifully observed office behavior & characters (everything but business discussed ad infinitum by the staff, while holding to a strict pecking order of office seniority, as fiercely defended as royal privileges at Windsor Court in the 1600s.  Allen’s character effectively drops out by squatting in his empty office building to get way from it all, warding off involvement behind a sound barricade of Puccini arias.*  This being Bennett, avoidance is just the ticket to make the world go round and come out right with all problems healed.  Slow boil justice.

DOUBLE-BILL:  A decade later, Bennett dug deeper than usual with six solo character monologues, TALKING HEADS/’88, including the much acclaimed BED AMONG THE LENTILS written for regular collaborator Maggie Smith, who just happened to be Robert Stephens’ ‘ex.’  Actor Toby Stephens is their son.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  The title, ONE FINE DAY, is the translation of ‘Un Bel Di,’ the best known aria from Puccini’s MADAMA BUTTERFLY; and (unless I missed it) one of the few hit Puccini arias not used here. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2025

POWER (1986)

Apparently, vet NYC director Sidney Lumet was ‘shocked, shocked’ to learn that politicians often say things they don’t believe just to get elected.  Or so you’d think after watching this autopilot all-star attempt to recapture some of the controversy & cultural buzz Lumet got out of NETWORK/’76.  A (lack of) character piece about hotshot political consultant for hire Richard Gere as he guides his roster of international clients thru one political & personal crisis after another.  (Though after a front-loaded sequence in Central American with the only action in the pic, Gere remains Stateside.)  So it’s off to D.C. where aging senator E.G. Marshall unexpectedly retires (could there be a secret reason?), bowing out to leave his seat open and a long line of clamoring clients to vie for Gere’s professional services.  Also on the scene: rival consultant Gene Hackman, sporting a Southern Fried accent* & bow tie to go with his on-and-off principles; journalist Julie Christie, Gere’s on-and-off ‘ex’; Denzel Washington, an on-and-off supplicant/threat; Fritz Weaver’s on-and-off candidate; Michael Learned, the on-and-off front-running Governor . . . and so on.  Plus Beatrice Straight, Kate Capshaw, J.T. Walsh and Matt Salinger (J.D.’s son!).   Every one of them, underused.   Nothing really wrong here, but nothing to get excited about.  Mostly, it’s stale goods.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  Whereas silent great Mary Pickford deserves much of the credit for using her eyes, rather than physical gestures, to move story & character on screen (goodbye arm waving),  Richard Gere was the first (and only) leading man to feed us emotion and information thru blinks.  BLINKS!  He really is the oddest actor with whomever he partners.  (Even Hackman, who has a way of pulling people up to his level fails to curb him.  Fast blinks for danger and action prep.  (None during action.)  Tight for stubborn determination.  And v-e-r-y  s-l-o-w to indicate deep thinking.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT/LINK: *Talk about a fast learning curve, two years on Hackman would transform his hokey accent into a remarkably subtle, slightly malleable thing in MISSISSIPPI BURNING/’88.   https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2023/01/mississippi-burning-1988.html

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

TIME BANDITS (1981)

Moving on from the Monty Python universe in babysteps, director Terry Gilliam, co-writing with Python lifer Michael Palin, concocted this typically overstuffed metaphysical adventure about a young lad who drops thru a portal in time to join a jolly band of thieving midgets bopping around the globe on a fractured time continuum as if stuck for eternity in a ‘Worst of’ DOCTOR WHO compilation.  Comic violence and fake laughs thru the ages; the usual Gilliam modus operandi.  An impressive sounding cast of zanies make funny faces in lieu of being funny with Ian Holm’s Napoleon & John Cleese’s Robin Hood in a tie for least laughs, and David Warner’s devilish villain the biggest disappointment.  Two standouts: a remarkably youthful looking Sean Connery amused with himself as a Kingly Hellenistic toast-of-the-populace and a late appearance by Ralph Richardson as the Supreme Being, demonstrating how to earn laughs without really trying.  His entrance line, ‘What a dreadful mess,’ pretty much sums things up.*  The real time bandit is, of course, Terry Gilliam, and you can’t get your two hours back.

WATCH THIS, NOT THAT:  *Gilliam's best shot at these portmanteau pics was THE ADVENTURES OF BARON MUNCHAUSEN/’‘88.  But the Baron, all but certainly written with Richardson in mind (he had died in 1983) was recast with a merely adequate John Neville, losing whatever charm and magic the film might have had.

Monday, September 22, 2025

POSSE (1975)

Tasty little Western, produced, directed & starring Kirk Douglas, about to hit 60 and making a proactive career move.  A Texas Marshall with lots of ambition and close connections to the railroad companies, he’s got his eye on the U.S. Senate and figures to seal the deal by taking down Bruce Dern and his gang of cutthroats & robbers.  But that Dern is one slippery character, even after he’s been captured.  Douglas, not a director who knows how to make two mill pass for ten, but he turns in clear-eyed action and doesn’t hold the reins so tight the actors can’t breath some life into the old tropes.  And just barely 'sells' the clever twist ending.  Douglas deserved the credit he got for casting double amputee James Stacy in his first role since his injury (Stacy is excellent), but he should have gotten just as much for letting Dern steal the picture playing the sort of wily, likable badass Kirk would have taken on twenty-five years ago.  And in doing so, likely did himself a favor as it allows him to lay back for a change instead of pushing to prove he’s still got what it takes.  (He seems constantly delighted in what Dern is doing all thru the pic.)  Keeping his head low, Douglas turns in one of his best late turns.  Good tech for the bucks spent, too.  Or is with the exception of Maurice Jarre’s oddball score.  Perhaps his attention was already on his next assignment, one of his best, John Huston’s THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING/’75.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID;  There are two pretty horrific horse stunts in the film (see poster).  I'm assuming they were safely accomplished but just be aware.

DOUBLE-BILL:  Douglas made more Westerns than you may recall.  And all thru his career, not only toward the end when fading Golden Age Hollywood stars used the genre as a safety net.  Try one of the early ones, but perhaps skip Raoul Walsh’s ALONG THE GREAT DIVIDE/’51 for Howard Hawks’ bromatically revealing THE BIG SKY/’ 52 where Kirk and Dewey Martin are the real couple.

Sunday, September 21, 2025

THE MARRIAGE-GO-ROUND (1961)

Before Leslie Stevens created tv’s OUTER LIMITS (’63 - ‘65), he made his name with this ‘sophisticated’ B’way sex farce.  A big hit for Claudette Colbert & Charles Boyer, it ran a year and half before being filmed with Susan Hayward and James Mason.  Slightly smutty in the popular manner of the day (THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH a paradigm of the form), it’s deliciously dated in content, attitude and style.  Dated in its style of filmmaking, too.  That's the main attraction.  Elsewise, the lame doings have little to offer.  This one proposes a modern take on insemination: use the best man to get the best results.  Enter Julie Newmar (repeating from B ‘way), Amazonian Swede, daughter of Mason’s Nobel Prize winning pal, needing the perfect mate to do the deed; no love, no marriage, no financial or parental responsibilities.  Stevens cheats structurally using a flashback framework with parallel public talks on the experience from Hayward & Mason (both college lecturers), then spoils his argument by having brainy Newmar start to grow feelings.*  Trying hard to be adult & unembarrassed about the facts of life, there’s a fascination to the thing; a grim one, not what they were aiming at.*  And what’s with director Walter Lang?  Effectively his last film (there was a Three Stooges ahead), he’d long been a competent, even Oscar® nom’d journeyman director, mostly of lighter things and musicals.  But he really fell for the laisser-faire less-is-more filming techniques of early CinemaScope.  A slow ‘dolly in’ shot big news here.  Oof.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY/LINK:  Nothing wrong with the idea of a comedy focused on social issues and sex without love; then caving.  Ernst Lubitsch and Billy Wilder did it in NINOTCHKA/’39.  But, oh!, what a difference talent makes.  (BTW - Wilder fell for the smutty B’way sex farce tone directing the film version of SEVEN YEAR ITCH/’55, then doubling down with KISS ME, STUPID/’64.    https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2017/12/ninotchka-1939.html

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  *Another ‘smart’ sex comedy of the day titled THE FACTS OF LIFE/’60 stars Lucille Ball & Bob Hope who together just might have made this one work.  Meanwhile, Mason blasted the whole formula to smithereens in next year’s LOLITA/’62.  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-facts-of-life-1960.html

Saturday, September 20, 2025

AMERICAN STAR (2024)

At least commercially, this slow-burn thriller from Spanish-born director Gonzalo López-Gallego, with a typically fine Ian McShane, died of false expectations.*  Sold, to whatever extent it was sold, as one more Last Hit by an Aging Hitman story (tropes don’t come any tropier), it’s nothing of the sort.  Indeed, McShane’s nephew/occasional partner is already in talks for the next job.  And action mavens should be aware that any ‘hit’ action merely book-ends a character study of McShane, forced to wait a few days after his target fails to show on a first attempt at the man’s isolated home in Fuerteventura, a Spanish controlled Canary Island.  And it’s the island’s strange, haunting landscape that sets off a sort of inner existential journey of the soul for McShane.  (Fuerteventura the sort of beautifully baleful resort spot Michelangelo Antonioni might have booked for a summer.)  While McShane waits, a casual encounter with young local Nora Arnezeder leads to an afternoon of sightseeing and island history.  No pick up, more a surrogate father/daughter vibe though the girl is actually on the hunt for date material for her eccentric/lonely mom (Fanny Ardant).  Yet there’s something wary between these two; especially when McShane’s nephew butts in.  Do these two have a past?  Is something being hidden?  As a few lazy days play out, McShane is more comfortable bumping into Max, the tyke down the hall with disinterested parents.  Max the only person in the film who’s transparent, everyone else more layers than an onion.  And when the brief finale starts to run off course, López-Gallego shows his hand technically in clear narrative & kinetic action.  Stylish stuff; even a moral: No man is an island . . . except when you’re on Fuerteventura.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  *Just bear in mind, false expectations is a two-way street.

Friday, September 19, 2025

NOCTURAMA (2016)

French writer/director Bertrand Bonello brings focus and finesse to an extended prologue individually following eight (or is it nine?) 20-somethings moving thru Paris streets, shops & The Metro on some unexplained, tightly organized, yet apparently random path to a nearly deserted office building where they will stealthily meet in a conference room to finalize their plans for a terrorist attack on the city.  The bombs will go off perfectly; the rest of the film less so.  Using an upscale department store as overnight hideaway, political motives stubbornly remain left in doubt for generic anarchy, Bonello unwillingly to point fingers or be specific.  Such abstraction often meant to add universality to a subject (it doesn’t; being specific fosters universality), but here it just feels like a dodge, reducing the group from political agitators or sentimental sociopaths (your choice) to chumps.  Bonello does no better on logistics inside the store as pressure within the group on tactics break them into factions once their safe haven starts looking more like a trap of their own making.  In the end, government forces couldn’t care less about motive.  At last, something you can believe.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID/LINK:  Pulling an overnighter at a closed department store or mall shows up in a lot of films including Chaplin’s MODERN TIMES/’36.  Or try a classic Pre-Code department store sleepover in EMPLOYEES’ ENTRANCE/’33.  It should also be noted that any Security Staff that missed their hourly phone-in during the night, would automatically trigger some response, non?    https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2018/02/employees-entrance-1933.html

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE  DAY:  The terrorists come off as arrogant, entitled pricks with undigested sophomoronic ideas on people & world politics (or is it trust fund baby syndrome?) with the exception of the token Black (no kiddin', a token Black!) who might have come out of a film or tv episode of fifty years ago.

Thursday, September 18, 2025

SEBASTIAN (1968)

Larky Cold War espionager (home office division), not quite a spoof, but certainly not serious, earns points for late-‘60s ‘Mod’ trimmings, an all-gal encryption decoding center (run by Dirk Bogarde - he's Sebastian), D.P. Gerry Fischer’s unfoggy London Town in primary colors, and for Jerry Goldsmith’s ‘Swingle Singers’ stylings on the soundtrack.  But debits for a motorless narrative that doesn’t set up a big Cold War crisis for its decoding staff to tackle till the third act.  (A young Donald Sutherland shows up briefly to explain it all.)  Pretty good fun all the same as Bogarde runs around town (literally) hunting up savvy puzzle-solving ‘birds’ to replace departing staffers.  That’s how he crashes (again, literally) into Susannah York (whom he’ll also bed) while fighting off MI6 bureaucrats worried about inside ‘Lefties’ leaking State secrets.  (Like longtime aide Lilli Palmer.)  Not a bad cast there, plus John Gielgud as their boss and Michael Powell (yes, the Michael Powell) one of the producers, but not directing.  Instead, we get journeyman tv megger David Greene in a rare feature outing.  Who wants genius when you can settle for competence?

DOUBLE-BILL:  Near spoofs of the spy racket are tricky to pull off, asking to be laughed with and taken seriously enough to generate real emotion & suspense.  Typical examples from the two years immediately before this are James Coburn’s OUR MAN FLINT/’66 and IN LIKE FLINT/’67.  Both now looking pretty lame with half the cast all but winking at the camera to signal intent.

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

ARÁBIA / ARABY (2017)

Haunting in presentation and story, this Brazilian film from co-writer/directors João Dumans and Affonso Uchoa begins with a feint.  We track thru mountainous countryside following a teenage boy as he bikes home (a quietly stunning uninterrupted take) where his kid brother is sick enough to be home from school.  A check-in from their aunt (she’s the rural visiting nurse; Mom’s working in the city) is followed by a couple of stops with the teen in tow and an emergency stop at a big industrial factory where a man has collapsed.  And it’s that man, not the teen, not the sick kid, not the aunt, who takes focus for the rest of the film after the boy finds a spiral pad where the factory worker (who unexpectedly died overnight) kept a journal.  We never get back to the brothers or the aunt, as if we changed partners mid-dance to follow the short, itinerant life as set down in ‘Christiano’s’ diary.  It should feel like a structural gimmick, but doesn’t.  We begin with a reckless event that puts ‘Cristiano’ in jail long enough to learn some important lessons from a fellow inmate.  Once out, it’s a series of short-lived/smalltime jobs; most hard labor, some decent enough, others taking advantage of him (tangerine picking leaves him paid in tangerines).  For a while, a steady factory job leads to a romantic relationship that might have altered the course of his life, but it peters out after a miscarriage.  Events, and a life, come and go with a circle of life quality sans goals or milestones.  Yet 30-ish non-pro Aristides de Sousa is overwhelmingly moving doing the most ordinary things, and the directing team have a knack for lining up one artlessly artful composition after another.  (They tend to place large blocky buildings to one side of the screen and keep movement on the other.)  If Edward Hopper had lived in rural Brazil, his paintings might have looked like this film.

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

ROBIN ROBIN (2021)

Like a featherweight boxer who can’t compete with heavyweights in the ring, but just may be (as the tv announcers like to say) pound-for-pound the best fighter around, so too little Aardman Animations if you count product minute-by-minute.  For three-and-a-half decades, they’ve produced more joy, more whimsical laughs and sheer pleasure than any animator out there . . . per released minute.  This delightful half-hour short, released on NetFlix without enough fanfare four years back*, a typical example of their consistent excellence.  Aimed a bit more toward the little ones than the divine WALLACE AND GROMIT films, it follows a family of field mice (Dad & children, no Mom) whose new adopted member is a just hatched robin.  An event seen from the robin’s POV inside the shell.  Getting his mice family in and out of trouble as they forage for leftover crumbs, Robin dreams of bringing home an entire sandwich.  Bumping into a ‘winged’ magpie, something of a hoarder that one, Robin is encouraged to fly and, with this added skill, is able to be a provider as well as a troublemaker.  Lots of singing in this one while mercifully skipping the oversell & push found in so many other family-marketed rivals.  A big relief from the Dreamworks/Illumination model; Aardman thriving on grins and chuckles, avoiding the hunt for the canned laughs others prize.  And how well it weathers!  Note that the ‘stop-motionographers’ have swapped out Plasticine for articulated figures covered with needle felting.  Goodbye tell-tale fingerprints, alas.  But if it helps save costs to give us more Aardman product, I’m okay with it.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  *You’ll have to wait a while, but Aardman has just signed to make this a series to join their SHAUN THE SHEEP shorts.  Of the SHAUN spin-off features, FARMAGEDDON/’19 especially fine.   https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-shaun-sheep-movie-farmageddon-2019.html

Monday, September 15, 2025

THE FOUR POSTER (1952)

Jan de Hartog’s popular stage piece, a true two-hander and a perfect vehicle for a married acting couple to inexpensively tour with, was a major B’way hit for married acting couple Hume Cronym & Jessica Tandy (José Ferrer directing) while this film version had starrier married acting couple Rex Harrison & Lilli Palmer under stage-stuck film director Irving Reis.  (Harrison & Palmer with three B’way appearances around this time, including a huge hit in BELL, BOOK AND CANDLE, which they were still playing together in London in 1954 after Rex had taken up with Kay Kendall!  Talk about troopers!)  The play, a middlebrow Scenes From A Marriage, plays like an elegant series of alternately witty/wise/obvious/sentimental Black-Out sketches: Wedding Night; Labor Pains; 12 Year Itch; Children; Loss; Empty Nesters; Search for Youth; Till Death...; Survivor Blues.  Tougher-minded than you’d imagine, in addition to the expected charm & sentiment, with witty pen & ink styled animated interludes from the great John Hubley.  Pleasant, but these things can be awkward on film without an imaginative rethink.  (It has a better chance on the small screen.)  If only a decent print were available, perhaps it might come closer to its potential.*

DOUBLE-BILL:  *Touching on similar ideas, an earlier Rex Harrison film, from his initial Hollywood sojourn at 20th/Fox, shows what’s missing here.  Co-starring Gene Tierney, it's Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s still undersung THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR/’47.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  Likely lost on today’s audience is that the very title of this film is a thumb to the nose of the Hollywood Production Code still forcing even married couples to sleep in separate beds.  A fourposter indeed!  Shocking.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  Note the stage play is THE FOURPOSTER while the film is THE FOUR (space) POSTER.  Now you know what Hollywood producers do.

Sunday, September 14, 2025

TWO GIRLS ON BROADWAY (1940)

Top-billed for the second time after moving from Warners, M-G-M was still figuring out what to do with a very young Lana Turner, not yet 20.  Musicals?  Not how we think of Lana now, but she made her share.  Did her own singing, too.  This backstager, a programmer from megger S. Sylvan Simon (say it three times fast), skimps on connective tissue to squeeze in pots of plot along with a few numbers in just 73 minutes.  Turner’s kid sister to Joan Blondell, small-town dance tutor engaged to hoofer George Murphy.  Going on an amateurs radio show, Murphy scores a big break in the Big Apple, then parlays his win into a gig in a revue and an invite to bring out the girls.  (Not the most believable moment in the pic.)  Only problem, longtime fiancée Blondell is strictly smalltime while Turner outshines her professionally (Blondell okay with that) and personally (tougher to swallow).  For Blondell, this offers an orgy of self-effacing renunciation; for Murphy, two neat dance routines and an orgy of apologies; for Turner, a chance to show off some nice moves on-stage and the buoyant looks and personality she had before M-G-M lacquered on the hard-shell surface.  Blondell, as so often, managing to layer in a bit of real sentiment between the formula moves.  Plus, standout lighting from DP George Folsey.

ATTENTION MUST BE PAID:  The big turntable stage set that shows up for this little film’s one big number is yet another outing for the mammoth circular staircase set originally built for THE GREAT ZIEGFELD/’36.  It was next seen on screen, again with Turner, in next year’s ZIEGFELD GIRL/’41 where Turner had to share it with Hedy Lamarr and Judy Garland.  Worse yet, dropping down to fourth-billed on that A-list pic.

Saturday, September 13, 2025

BLOW (2001)

It’s fitting that Ray Liotta, playing understanding Dad to Johnny Depp’s drug dealing mogul, gives the defining (and best) perf in what proved to be Ted Demme’s last feature.  (A drug related death at only 38.)  Liotta having made his name in Uncle Jonathan Demme’s SOMETHING WILD/’86 and whose signature role was in Martin Scorsese’s GOODFELLAS/’90.  You expect Demme influence, but instead get lots of Scorsese; specifically GOODFELLAS which is nearly a template for this highly personalized story of how Depp’s character (the real life George Jung) became a key figure in upping the ante in Stateside drug consumption from weed to blow.  And it’s a great subject, one that this Demme isn’t quite up to, try as he might.  As the film would have it, Jung is more or less accidentally hooked into trafficking cocaine as a competent fellow who Columbian kingpin Pablo Escobar trusts to deliver across the border.  But in Demme’s hands the trip thru ‘70s fashion in clothes, grooming and preferred substance abuse skates on the surface.  Entertaining, and with lots of surprising turns from Paul Reubens (excellent!) and Penelope Cruz among many others.  But the sentimental turns and case pleading, all from the Jung/Depp’s POV, desperately needs counterweight from another (probably legally opposing) force while Demme only piles on more swag.  It makes a nice contrast to the barren walls of Jung's many prison layaways, but is missing any nuance.

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY:  The real Jung, as seen in a still at the end of the pic, certainly no looker . . . unlike Depp!  So the way Depp enjoys all the outre ‘70s clothes (those pointy collars!), long hair styles and cosmetic trappings, plays very differently on him than it must have on the real guy.  The difference between a natural peacock and a squab who can only dress like one.

Friday, September 12, 2025

THE SECRET OF MONTE CRISTO (1961)

With film profits stuck in the U.K. under post-WWII financial protection policies, Hollywood used the embargoed cash to make more movies there.  It’s why you find M-G-M turning to a series of British historicals starting with IVANHOE/’52 or Disney making a series of family-suitable/live-action Classics like TREASURE ISLAND/’50, the one with Robert Newton.  The Disney run uniformly successful.  So when they wound down production, a little company like Mid-Century stepped into the breach.  (Too late for Mid-Century who disappeared after this.)  In spite of its title, look not for Alexandre Dumas' COUNT*, instead, an ‘original’ 1800s treasure map adventure, the old saw about four strangers, each holding one part of a map promising millions, forced to come together to find out where X Marks the Spot.  (That joining up a mid-point climax all but missed in Leon Griffiths' script.)  Rory Calhoun is pleasant company, but hopelessly American as an honorable Brit stepping in to help a Lady-in-distress whose father was just killed over his piece of the map.  Three others join them while two villains (and a lady adventuress) await up ahead.  All second-rate actors to be sure, but the production (by Robert S. Baker & Monty Berman who produce, direct and photograph per the opening credits) is quite handsomely shot and believably mounted.  (Though one exterior courtyard seems to get reused once or twice.)  And, of course, there’s a loyal servant for lame comic relief before he turns into a courageous ace-in-the-hole.  No great shakes, but not so far off the Disney model.

DOUBLE-BILL:  *From France, two new versions of the Dumas CRISTO just out: one a feature film/one a mini-series.  Both well received but neither yet showing up with English subtitles.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

THE APPALOOSA (1966)

‘There’s never been a picture like THE APPALOOSA . . . There will never be another.’  That’s the Universal ad copy, overselling this rather conventional Western from director Sidney J. Furie, briefly ‘hot’ after THE IPCRESS FILE/’65, and star Marlon Brando, in his chilly career peregranation between a catastrophic MUTINY ON THE BOUNTY/’64 remake and his GODFATHER/TANGO/‘72 resurrection.  Not that Brando didn't have good outings over the break, it’s just that he didn’t matter as he once did.  It’s 1870 and Brando, 'the Gringo,’ is heading to the poor home of his son & family near the border to start a horse farm with his fabulous Appaloosa stallion.  But unknowingly, along the way he’s made an enemy of Mexican John Saxon.  Brando & Saxon wear the same Mex-makeup and use the same accent (though Brando drops his for a bit after he shaves), so why he’s named The Gringo something of a mystery.  Most of the film merely a chase to get back the horse that’s been stolen by Saxon.  Furie seasons with still new Spaghetti Western stylings (note the use of thrifty two-perforation TechniScope stock), but mostly sticks, like a one-trick pony, to his favored trick of framing within the frame by placing objects or silhouettes in the foreground to alter the picture ratio.  Vet cinematographer Russell Metty couldn’t have been happy.

DOUBLE-BILL/LINK:  Brando’s self-directed Western, ONE-EYED JACKS/’61, much like this film, tries for profound/settles for ponderous.  https://maksquibs.blogspot.com/2018/01/one-eyed-jacks-1961.html