This Blackhat Director's Cut nonsense smh. Just put out a blu-ray. Now I have to watched a 180 minute commercial filled version just to see the differences ughughughugh
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Anyway, I've been hoarding some hot takes:
Threads (1984) (Mick Jackson): One of those "What if modern nukes were dropped, like, for real" large scale anti-war movies that apparently scared the hell out of everyone old enough to comprehend it in the 80s, and for good reason. What starts as a fairly mundane look into a few different British lives on the eve of the apocalypse quickly turns into a grim story of survival, slow death, and the collapse of modern society as every emergency plan put in place to ease suffering fails. This covers a surprisingly large span of time which I wasn't expecting, and basically turns into a low budget Mad Max feral children + Half Life 2 combine soldiers in the last 3rd. If you're in the mood to watch everything crumble in a depressing nuclear winter scenario, this has held up fairly well.
Red River (1948) (Howard Hawks, Arthur Rosson): Finally got this one off of my watchlist. I don't think the end really does justice to the journey, undercutting a lot of the crotchety tension built for the majority of the movie, but there's a bunch of great, lean Hawks dialogue throughout, so it remains incredibly watchable. With a more substantial ending I would've loved it.
Ugetsu (1953) (Kenji Mizoguchi): Super atmospheric (partially supernatural) story of how war in feudal Japan tore apart families and friends through greed, ambition, lust, and the erosion of values. So many great scenes and visuals.
The Life of Oharu (1952) (Kenji Mizoguchi): A lot of good stuff in this heartbreaking tale of a woman's life spiraling into the gutter due to a societal constraints outside of her control, forced out of and into relationships before being exiled to a life of hard knocks. Unfortunately all the suffering and bad luck started to run its course with me at some point during the movie and I started to feel that 2h30m length. I can totally see why this has a reputation as a classic, but I'll need to revisit it in a few years to see if it connects with me a little more.
(I'll get to Sansho The Bailiff soon)
Ghost World (2001) (Terry Zwigoff): Amazing. I could watch Thora Birch be an idiosyncratic lost soul snapping at everyone while Steve Buscemi awkwardly recoils forever and ever. Love the writing. Bonus points for the tinge of sadness.
Lost in America (1985) (Albert Brooks): I saw this years and years ago, but I couldn't remember anything aside from Albert Brooks' outburst toward his boss early in the movie, so I figured a rewatch would be about right with Criterion announcing it for July. This is damn hilarious. Might have some of the funniest "WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?" rants I've ever seen in a movie. Sure the ending is abrupt as all hell and basically leaves you in what feels like is about to be the next great bit, but the journey is so, so, so, so worth it.
This led me on a little Albert Brooks adventure:
Real Life (1979) (Albert Brooks): Incredibly prescient story of a director basically trying to create reality TV, and all the little dumb gags that occur when you need to ensure drama manifests in the lives of people on camera for months. The cameramen killed me every time they popped up on screen. This would be an interesting double feature with Network (or triple feature with Broadcast News) that basically explains TV as we know it in 2017.
Modern Romance (1981) (Albert Brooks): Woody Allen-esque display of the jealousy, narcissism, paranoia, and insecurity of a film editor as he goes through his on-again, off-again relationship that gets both funnier and more uncomfortable with each passing line. Albert infuses this character with neurotic quirks that build and build like some kind of asshole megazord to the point that you start to view him as this unending tragic jerk going in circles, forever unsure of anything. Well, that is, except at his job where he seems like a competent film editor, so of course the overbearing, obsessive director pops in every so often with some great "taste of you own medicine." Shout out to the post production foley sound guys who provide some of the driest joke delivery in the movie.
Defending Your Life (1991) (Albert Brooks): Cute rom-com fantasy story about the afterlife, or more specifically, the nuts and bolts of how our decisions exist beyond the moment, and what they mean in death. This comes together with a sci-fi like sensibility to the way the rules of the universe and its inner workings function, with comedy derived mostly from the reactions of the always flustered Brooks as he attempts to make sense of the whole thing and assure the gatekeepers that he's worthy of getting to the next level. Very charming, very breezy, occasionally touching, thoroughly entertaining.
The Breaking Point (1950) (Michael Curtiz): It's Michael Curtiz, of Casablanca fame (among, like, 100 other things) directing an "out of time, out of money, out of luck" crime story about a charter boat captain making bad decisions with bad people so he can catch a break. Noir as hell. Dope as hell.
Mildred Pierce (1945) (Michael Curtiz): What can I say about this? It's a classic. Joan Crawford carrying a melodrama-noir to great heights backed by fantastic craftsmanship from Curtiz, interesting characters, twists and turns galore, and one of the most unexpectedly hateable characters you'll ever see.