I meant to ask after watching that Scorsese film doc, what's the deal with so many director's missing an eyeball?
So I used the free Criterion Hulu plus weekend to watch Eric Rhomer's Six Moral Tales. First off all, thanks for telling me about this guy, assholes. Short haired Parisian women from the 60s and mid 30s bearded men molesting teens in bikinis. Is this something you thought I wouldn't be interested in? I thought we were bros.
The Girl at the Monceau Bakery: 7/10.
Suzanne's Career: 6/10.
My Night at Maud's: 6/10.
La Collectionneuse: 7/10.
Claire's Sharp Knee: 8/10.
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Love/Chloe in the Afternoon: 7/10.
I had separate thoughts on each of them but they all kind of blended together anyway. They're all mostly erotic, and dull, somehow. Like let's do something sexy for 30 seconds and then talk about it for 40 minutes. The salope from Collectionneuse was the best one, although Laura and Claire will always have a special place in my heart.
The Crossing Guard: 4/10. Well, it's clearly directed by an actor who just wanted to see some acting. The acting was great but I wanted a story not a workshop.
About Schmidt: 7/10. This was sweet. Also, would. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. This guy makes nice movies.
The Killers (1946): 9/10. Pffft totally rips of a History of Violence. Apparently I liked this a lot more than most people.
Brute Force: 6/10. Oh hello again Burt Lancaster. This was pretty corny.
Mildred Pierce: 7/10. Ann Blyth was ripe
as hell in this movie. I don't feel bad perving on her since she's 84. Getting kind of sick of your shit Joan Crawford. I wanna see that movie where she yells at her daughter about coat hangers or something.
High Sierra: 6/10. Bogart had all his scenes stolen by his own dog.
The Best Years Of Our Lives: 9/10. Wonderful Oscar bait from 1946. Hook dude broke my heart, really interesting to read he was a non-actor. The whole time I was like where the fuck did this guy come from.
Ashes and Diamonds: 8/10. Lots of talking about things I don't understand or care about but it looks like a million bucks. Zbigniew Cybulski, "the Polish James Dean," was awesome. Though I think he might want to do something about that name, it doesn't have quite the same zing.
Damnit there was another one of these that I wanted to say ripped off a modern movie but I can't remember which one it was. I'll probably remember it in the middle of the night like I did with the eyeball thing.
Fuck that's a big ass post. Sorry.