Some of the movies Nelson has been watching

I like going to movies. I like all sorts of movies: pretentious art flicks (Peter Greenaway films, f'r instance), special effects fun (Terminator 2), foreign film (Farewell my Concubine), good plain solid stories (Ed Wood), less pretentious art flicks (Pulp Fiction), and great cheesy trash films (Faster, Pussycat, Kill! Kill!).

The movies I really don't like are "normal" movies, Hollywood pap that is boring and goes over the same territory over and over again. I am a sucker for big action sci-fi special effects films, though: I liked Stargate and it's a lousy film, but it's big and fun. I seldom like movies that are supposed to be funny, and really don't enjoy romantic comedy. Like I say elsewhere, I'm a snob.

As much as I like seeing a movie in a big theater, VCRs have been really helpful for making it possible to see older films. Seeing most of what Hitchcock has directed, for example, which would have been impossible without the local video store. I just recently bought a VCR: recommendations for movies to see are most welcome.

There's a great online movie database, one of the best WWW applications I know. I link most of my descriptions into there when I take the time to.


Movies I've Seen Recently

Here's some of the films I've seen in the past two years. It's a bit out of date - I haven't really updated this since I left on my roadtrip this summer. I want to redo the page with a new look. But the writeups are here, and even vaguely useful thanks to the generous indexing effort of Inge Arnesen and his movie club in Norway. There's a plain index at the bottom of the page.


Lost Highway, David Lynch, 1997.
David Lynch recovers from whatever rock he's been hiding under since Fire Walk With Me. Yay, finally an interesting new project! I really like Lynch, loved Eraserhead and Dune and Blue Velvet. But Twin peaks, for all its coolness, was disappointing. And I didn't care for Wild at Heart too much either. So I'm glad to see him doing a new film that I really liked.

The most amazing thing about Lost Highway is the framing of shots. There are so many scenes that are just so beautiful, careful. Great lighting, too. The pacing is nice, too, especially the first uncomfortable 20 minutes where nothing seems to happen. Other aspects of the film - the plot, the symbolism, well I'm not so sure I like them so much. I wish David Lynch would find something else to make movies about than his obsession with the sexual objectification of innocent young women. His work on this theme is making me increasingly comfortable, which I think is a tribute to his skill as a filmmaker, but it's also kind of creepy. The ad in the Boston Globe chose to quote Janet Maslin saying "luridly erotic". Yep.

Extra points for a fun performance by Robert Loggia, one of my favourite "that guy" actors.

Courage Under Fire, Edward Zwick, 1996.
The latest Denzel Washington film, this one quite good but under appreciated. His performance is excellent as usual, but the story didn't make a lot of sense in some parts. I was also hoping for something a bit more critical about the Gulf War. But overall a good film. This film treads dangerously close to implanting false memories: it's so documentary oriented, you think the events in the movie actually happened. Interesting to consider if this sort of manipulation is more effective than Oliver Stone's propaganda techniques.

Independence Day, Roland Emmerich, 1996.
Crash! Bang! Boom! A hot day, $4 for air conditioning and exciting images. I really enjoyed his last film, Stargate, despite all its troubles. Independence Day, well, it disappointed me. I was hoping for something subtle, interesting. Instead we got a rehash of 50s B films, only without the campyness of being retro. Bad guys from Outside, our amazing heroes and their supportive wives. The one saving grave of this movie was three minutes of footage of big cities blowing up: fun to watch. And I like Will Smith a lot, so that was OK. Harvey Fierstein is looking more like Amos every film he does.

The Doors, Oliver Stone
After seeing Nico/Icon, which includes a small clip of Jim Morrison, I figured I should go see Oliver Stone's amusing attempt at a rockumentray. I actually like this film, liked it the first time I saw it when it was released. I'm a big sucker for Oliver Stone movies, though, I like his use of camera and his unapologetic unsubtlety. And the performances of both Kyle Maclachlan and Vil Kilmer here are excellent.

Nico/Icon
I'd been excited about seeing this, and I Shot Andy Warhol, for awhile. I managed to miss the Solanis film, but just barely caught Nico/Icon. It's an ok movie: as a documentary, it's fairly sloppy, but Nico is interesting enough material to carry it off. The biggest failure is that the film never really gets into Nico, just talks about how mysterious she is. Sure, she's mysterious - that's why we want to know more! I like some of her later noise.

Running on Empty, My Own Private Idaho, River Phoenix, 1988, 1991.
I think most of my friends would point to Kurt Cobain as a generational symbol. For me, it's River Phoenix. A beautiful and talented man, sensitive talent, dead far too early.

Phoenix's roles in Running on Empty and My Own Private Idaho are very strong, quite a legacy for a young actor. (I've yet to see Stand by Me, a sad omission). I've seen Private Idaho a few times now, and like the film even though I think the narrative is a mess. I'm not normally one for a cult of youth, but van Sant makes it work. Phoenix manages to portray a poignant side of life that is seldom honestly expressed in film.

Watching Running on Empty, though, was the treat for me. Somehow this film had passed me by - people in the 80s wrestling with their conscience from the 60s just didn't seem relevant to me when the movie came out, I guess. Which is a shame, because the movie goes far beyond the typical yuppy guilt story, into coming of age territory I've never seen portrayed so effectively. Phoenix got a Oscar nomination for best supporting actor, an honour he richly deserved.

Dead Man, Jim Jarmusch, 1996
I knew nothing about this movie except that Jemiah said she saw it twice. So I was excited, and ready to enjoy it, and the opening scene on the train with Crispin Glover is terrific. (An aside: why doesn't Crispin Glover work more? He's great in his own narrow way, much like Brad Dourif.) But as a whole, well, I think I'm just not a big Jim Jarmusch fan. I thought the whole story with the Indian was a bit silly, and the movie stylization started to wear me down after awhile. A movie worth seeing, but somehow not quite my thing.

Mission: Impossible, Brian DePalma, 1996.
Ah, the summer blockbuster. I enjoyed this film, and I actually really liked Tom Cruise. He plays a good job being the slick hero, certainly more effective than Keanu Reeves in Johnny Mnemonic. One scene in particular (the clean room extraction) is absolutely fantastic. But the movie as a whole is a mess: plot problems, a couple of important scenes cut out, etc. Interesting plotline, though, the old TV show would never run a story whose central theme was that you can't trust your government.

A special note here, I saw this film on opening weekend in LA, at the Chinese Theater in Hollywood. Walk of Stars, handprints in the sidewalk, the whole bit. If you go to LA make a point of seeing a movie in the main theater of the Chinese - not only do you get an extra dose of movie history, but the theater itself is first rate.

Bus Stop, Marilyn Monroe,
Ah, a Marilyn Monroe flick. I'd remarked to my friend Ken that I'd never really seen proper Marilyn Monroe movies, other than her small role in All About Eve. So, for some unknown reason, he decided to show me Bus Stop. What a ludicrous movie! Big unbelievable one dimensional characters, goofy set, silly love plot. It's a fun film, but, well, maybe this is what Marilyn was all about. I confess I didn't watch the whole thing.

Strictly Ballroom
This film was very popular when it was released in theatres - why I'm not exactly sure, since I think it's a good film but not the kind of good most people appreciate. It's got a winning love story line, plus a nice "believe in yourself" message, and some good goofiness that makes the whole thing fun. I enjoyed it.

James and the Giant Peach, Tim Burton and Henry Selick, 1996.
Burton and Selick (the animation director) deserve great credit for reviving animation as a novel artform in the US. Giant Peach has all the stuff I missed in Nightmare before Christmas: an excellent music and better characterizations. How wonderful to adopt a Roald Dahl novel! Childrens stories is one of the most emotionally honest genres, full of refreshingly direct presentations of simple joys, fears, views of the world. Underlying this boy-gets-confidence story is a strong poignancy of a child so lonely that bugs are his only friends. Excellent movie, see it in a theater!

Miller's Crossing, Coen Brothers, 1990.
Ok, I take back any frusrtation I had with the Coens (see my comments about their other films on Fargo) - Miller's Crossing is an excellently made movie, fun story with terrific acting and direction. My one complaint is that the movie seems to be largely a fun escapist fantasy, doesn't have any deeper point. But that's ok, pure entertainment is valuable, too. Best scene is when the rival gang arranges a hit on Leo and the suave old man springs into action calmly killing people left and right with a Tommy gun. Excellent performances by Gabriel Byrne and Albert Finney.

Fargo, Coen Brothers, 1996.
The Coens are really popular with most of my friends with whom I share film tastes. I've never cared much for their movies: Raising Arizona struck me as stupid and Barton Fink was fun but not really amazing. I think I don't quite get into their sort-of-funny but also disturbing aesthetic. Which Fargo has in spades, and successfully. The characterizations of the Northern Plains are terrific, funny and poignant and kind at the same time. The murder plot is ho hum, although WH Macy's performance as the loser car salesman who bumbles everything is quite wonderful. One thing I do like about Coen films is their use of landscapes - the white on white look in North Dakota is quite striking.

The Baby of Macon, Peter Greenaway, 1993.
A wonderful film to see on Easter weekend, a sort of Holy Trinity meets Salome film. I'm a big Greenaway fan: I've seen almost everything he's done, certainly all of his features and most of his shorts (the later short films are still hard to get in the States). So even though this film was mercilessly trashed as being too violent without any redeeming qualities, I had to see it. Afterall, people made the same criticism of The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, and I still think of that as Greenaway's most successful film.

And yes, Macon is graphically violent, quite revoltingly so in some places. And appropriately so, I think: I find cartoon violence to be a more disturbing phenomenon. The troubling part of the movie is that it just lacks a certain coherency, never really comes together to give the impression of accomplishment. It's also got a uselessly pretentious movie-is-a-play thing going. But it has the same lovely Greenaway attention to sets, plenty of references to art, and a nice allegorical treatment of modern society. Definitely worth seeing.

Overdrawn at the Memory Bank, Raul Julia, 1985.
Woooo boy, what a terrible movie! How did poor Raul Julia get stuck doing these things? Street Fighter wasn't exactly up to his talent, either. Featuring all the production values of an episode of the Bloodhound Gang, a stupid script, and general lousiness. Maybe I missed it all when I slept through half of it.

Dr. Strangelove, Stanley Kubrick, 1963.
Certainly, one of the classics: I remember watching this as part of my US history class in high school. I really enjoyed watching this a second time, it's quite masterful. I particularly like the slow build of ludicrousness. At the same time, parts of it look dated. No, not the cold war stuff - that we expect to be dated. I mean the set of the film, the way it is framed, the way it progresses. Maybe I just don't like Peter Sellars much.

The Sinister Urge, Ed Wood, Jr, 1961.
Ah, poor Ed Wood. I saw this film on Mystery Science Theater 3000, a most appropriate way. The plot is characteristically confused, but has something to do with a serial killer killing the women who are part of an LA pornography ring. Jean Fontaine is fantastic as the conniving head of the porno ring, mercilessly using idealistic actress-wannabes to be in sleazy photos. Her costumes and her persona are fabulous, and I do mean "fabulous" as a technical term. Tight red rubber suits, hair for days, and an attitude the bitchiest thing this side of Varla. Fun film.

This Island Earth, Joseph M. Newman, 1954.
Ah, the classics of sci-fi, right up there with The Day the Earth Stood Still. Will our prejudices, our unspoken assumptions, be as visible 40 years from now as those of 1950s sci-fi? I think Star Trek will certainly date that way. Classic Faustian plot: aliens promise an Earth scientist the quick road to scientific knowledge, but in a secretive way so we don't really know what the catch is. The interesting thing is that the aliens don't all think the same way: the main alien character Exeter is noble unlike his conniving colleagues. Rex Reason is fantastic as the macho scientist cum jet pilot, our hero.

Johnny Mnemonic, Robert Longo, 1995.
I was feeling escapist, so I rented this movie and watched it again. I still like this movie. The plot problems are clearer: there's no arc, no sense of buildup, and some of the twists are silly. But overall it's a good adaptation of the Gibson feel to screen - I hope Longo makes more movies. I went this time and frame-by-framed through the cyberspace scene in the beginning where he's looking up where the FAX was sent. It's a very effective little animation, packed with data and detail design. It'd be fun to try to make something like that work for real data.

The White Balloon, Jafar Panahi, 1995.
I'm suprised at how strong Iran's film industry is: there are three or four Iranian films I know of that are worth seeing. The charming thing about the White Balloon is that it's a straightforward story told with children as the main character. Believable children, not some flat sketch. The story is simple: a little girl loses her money in Tehran on the day of the New Years celebration, and she and her brother try to recover it. The story is the excuse for a portrait of life in Tehran, told in a simple everyman style. There's some real beauty here.

Institute Benjamenta, Brothers Quay, 1995.
I was so looking forward to this movie. I've really liked the Quay's animations, think they're some of the most interesting work around. But at the risk of losing my film snob credentials, their first foray into feature length live film is, well, obscure and boring. I'm just having too hard a time enjoying 100 minutes of movie with no real plot or characters to follow. The styling is beautiful. They carry a lot of their signatures from miniature animations to this full scale movie: the same weird shallow focus cameras, the same grey lighting. But for a full length film, this style needs to be situated somewhere to be successful. Anyway, I hope they find this film encouragement to try again: the world is a better place with their art.

Buckminster Fuller, 1995.
A really nice film biography of Buckminster Fuller, futurist extraordinaire. I like film biographies when they work as well as this: a 90 minute synthesis of the man's life, combining clips of the man himself, his works, and his friends comments. Good timing, at that, there's some nice John Cage quotes that would sadly be impossible to get now. I've been interested in Fuller for awhile now, since I bought a copy of his Synergetics because I liked the paragraph numbering. His books are nearly impossible to read, look like the writings of a crackpot. Which in a way he was, but a successful crackpot. It was interesting to look at the various things he did and see how they've integrated into our culture now.

Deliverance, John Boorman, 1972.
I never understood what all the jokes people made about banjos: somehow I had just missed this movie. But it happened to be on in TBS (in the "edited for content" version, GRRR), and the timing was good. I really enjoyed this film, a story of a different kind. And Burt Reynolds can even act! The confusing thing about this film was the ambiguity.. it was OK to kill the hillbillies, because they'd raped one of their friends (ah, heterosexual male morality). But then was it ok to lie about it? The characters emerge largely victorious, it seems, if a bit bittersweet. The most poignant scene of the film for me was the big country dinner in the hospital at the end: friendly locals, neighbours of the men they'd just killed, sweet and loving. Bittersweet indeed.

The Rose Tattoo, Tennessee Williams, 1955.
I'm getting somewhere towards working through all the Tennessee Williams film adaptations.. This one I didn't like as much as others: what I want out of a Tennessee Williams play is believable melodrama, sexual anxiety fraught with upper middle class repression, maybe flavoured with some booze. Rose Tattoo has some of that, but it's wrapped up in a humourous hot-blooded Sicilian story, making the story more of a farce than a painful dissection of human misery. Which isn't to say I didn't like it, unfettered emotion is good too. It just didn't quite deliver for me.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Tennessee Williams, 1958.
I finally found this film in the original: all I could find for the longest time was some made-for-TV remake. Worth the wait, though, to see the real thing. What a great movie! Excellent performances all around, truly believable strife. I'm not sure how he does it, but Tennessee Williams elevates soap opera to Art. Paul Newman plays his role incredibly well, sketching a realistic character with lines drawn between various gender stereotypes. One of the best character performances I've ever seen on film.

Rumble in the Bronx, Jackie Chan, 1995.
I've been a Jackie Chan fan for awhile, and it's kind of nice to see him make an attempt at entering the American market. Especially with a film that's so true to HK production values: this is no Americanization. Well, it is in one way: the film is set in the US. And that setting is used to hilarious effect, especially in the warehouse fight-with-the-punks scene where Chan uses various artifacts of American culture - pool cues, pinball machines, skis - to fight the bad guys. The ending of the movie is weak, but other than that it's excellent and fun.

All About Eve, Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1950.
I first had the pleasure of seeing this a couple of years ago, where I enjoyed the movie but didn't think much about it, other than it was fun and evil. Watching it again with a more critical eye, though: wow! Lots of great stuff about career, presence, television vs. movies vs. the stage, and outright divahood. Bette Davis is of course fabulous.

But the special fun for me this time was playing "spot the hidden homo reference". I was really taken with Addison DeWitt, both the wonderful character and George Sanders' excellent performance. (George Sanders, you might remember, was in Village of the Damned :-). In addition to his general arch wit, there are all sorts of little clues about DeWitt being gay: his pursuit of Eve, the way he floats above everyone else, and especially his showing up at the party with Marilyn Monroe (playing a bimbo actress) on his arm including a wonderful comment by her, "that's how you met me ... in passing", rich with double meaning. Vito Russo (The Celluloid Closet) also points out various clues that point to Eve being lesbian. It's interesting to see the codes, subtleties we don't have in film anymore, for better or worse.

Desperate Living and Female Trouble John Waters, 1973, 1977.
Polyester made a big impression on me, and I wanted to sample some more John Waters. Someone sent me some email (having seen my web page) suggesting his earlier films, and so I tried these two out. I didn't exactly dislike them, but I didn't like them much either. Just too bizarre, really, so over the top I couldn't ever get a handle on the story and follow it. I liked the domestic hell of Polyester: nothing in these two films had quite the same relateability. Edith Massey did do an excellent job as the revolting Queen Carlotta in Desperate Living; I think in some ways she's as good a find as Divine.

Broken Arrow, John Woo, 1996.
Such potential, completely wasted. John Woo directing! Travolta as bad guy! Maybe even Christian Slater could pull it off! No: add in a stupid script, a stupid useless female sidekick, bad editing, and hoo boy! did this stink. The script was terrible, porn film terrible. Female sidekick couldn't act (or Woo didn't know what to do with her), everyone else sleep walking The stunts weren't that cool. Big cutting-room induced plot gaps (um, what happened on the boat on the river? Where'd Slater get the extra gun?). John Woo desperately needs to make a good US film, or else stay in HK and make the things he's so good at.

Extra memo: if you're ever in Albuquerque, do not go to the Coronado theater. I tried two screens: both had lousy sound, distorted bass. I talked with the manager, he agreed their sound system sucked and that he went to other theaters to see movies. Hello?!

Last Year at Marienbad, Alain Resnais, 1961.
My friend Charlie made me watch this, over two nights at 2:30AM. I was exhausted, not in much of a mood for French art flicks, but I'm glad he persevered: Marienbad is a beautiful film, intensely interesting. The story did nothing for me, really, too abstract and removed. But the cinematography is fabulous, great lighting and camera movement and such.

Safe, Todd Haynes, 1995.
Finally got to see this film after waiting almost a year for it. I really liked Haynes' film Poison, one of the best pieces of queer cinema I've seen. And while I've never seen Superstar, it's certainly quite famous. Safe isn't quite up to that standard, I'm afraid. The first thirty minutes are a wonderful story of suburban malaise: perfect San Fernando Valley houses, housewife hairdos, days filled with nothing but drycleaning and furniture deliveries. I thought for awhile Haynes was never quite going to take the movie anywhere, just show us 90 minutes of the emptiness of modern life. I liked that idea, but just at that moment the screenplay takes us down a story about environmental illnesses. There's some nice ambiguity in how we're supposed to accept the new-agey cures, with an extension to an AIDS metaphor that I liked, but overall the movie just stalls.

Brothers Quay Animation
I've been interested by the Brother's Quay animation for a few years now, since I saw Street of Crocodiles at Reed one year during Renn Fayre. Their work is beautiful, dark stop-motion miniatures that communicate surrealistic poignance and menace. I really like their use of Eastern European modern classical music, too - you don't get to hear much of that, especially with animation. I just wish that, well, their films were more entertaining. I hate to say this, but as cool as I think their shorts are, it's sometimes a struggle to watch through a whole one.

Anyway, their work is excellent and unique and well worth watching. Most of their films were released on video recently in a two volume collection: now's your chance.

The Wrong Trousers, Nick Park, 1993.
For my money, Nick Park is the best animator working in clay. Creature Comforts, The Wrong Trousers, A Grand Day Out - these are all excellent movies, unparalleled subtlety of expression. I also like the harmless aspect of his entertainment, nothing evil or cruel, just good humour. His films have recently been issued on NTSC VHS, so there's a good opportunity now for you to see them.

Casino, Martin Scorsese, 1995.
What a great flick! I really enjoyed this film, a lot more than I even expected. De Niro was great, Pesci wasn't annoying, and Sharon Stone was fabulous. It's wonderful to see a three hour movie that actually carries itself that length, needs the time to tell a coherent story. I'm not much of a Scorsese freak, so the criticism that it was too much like Goodfellas didn't mean anything to me..

Leaving Las Vegas, Mike Figgis, 1995.
I'm not much of a Nicolas Cage fan, I think His Thing is a bit tiresome, but he does a great job here. The appeal of this film is its purity: all we know is this guy's a loser and his whore girlfriend is hopelessly codependent, their history or motivations are rightfully irrelevant. I like that in a movie, but a lot of people have a hard time with it. The audience reaction to the film was bizarre - everyone thought it was hysterical when he buys nothing but a cart full of booze in the grocery store, but by the time the DTs hit people stopped laughing. Overall, a good film, but with a bit of tuning it could maybe have been great.

Sankofa, Haile Gerima, 1993.
It's kind of hard to criticize a film like Sankofa, because so few films are made about slavery. Any attempt at telling a story about the people who were enslaved in the US is important and valuable and should be encouraged. And Sankofa is a good film, poignant and disturbing. But something about the film struck me as, well, not being insightful enough. I sort of felt like the story was unfolding exactly the way I expected, the characters were experiencing the expected things. Maybe that's not a coherent complaint, I don't know.

Rumblefish, Francis Ford Coppola, 1983
One of the classic teenager films from the 80s, along with River's Edge, The Breakfast Club and other films I was too much of a geek in high school to have seen. It's fun to catch up on them now, especially since so many of the actors in those films have gone on to have interesting, if not famous careers. This is a nice Matt Dillon young punk movie, not to mention Mickey Rourke as a beautifully poetic troubled soul. The story as a whole is a bit humdrum, but the quality of the movie more than makes up for that.

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, 1966.
One of my favourite films, an astoundingly painful story with two great actors at the height of their careers. I've not read the play or seen it produced, but I really can't imagine anyone better to play the leads than Burton and Taylor in the middle of their second marriage. Every nuance of their characters is exactly perfect, wonderful and extreme and compellingly evil. I love movies with emotions this wrought, especially when they don't come off as being campy.

Halfaouine, Child of the Terraces, Freid Boughedir, 1986.
A charming movie, with a story that's simultaneously familiar and foreign. The familiar part is the story of an adolescent boy in a confusing new world of adults and sexuality. The unfamiliar part is that this film takes place in an Arab town, portraying roles and taboos that are new for me. The film's strength comes from using the role of an adolescent boy to portray an outsider's view no the secret community of women, resulting in an unusually honest and uplifting portayal of the role of women in Arabic society. The innocent eroticism is pleasant, and a bit suprising given its origin.

12 Monkeys, Terry Gilliam, 1995.
I wanted to like this film, I really did. And I guess I did enjoy it, but I was sort of disappointed. I'm a fan of Terry Gilliam: I really liked Time Bandits, and Brazil is quite a favourite. Somehow, 12 Monkeys just didn't do it for me. Part of it was just the plot: time travel stories are always difficult to get right and I tend to expect too much from sci-fi. Part of it was Bruce Willis: he was just too wooden in the film. Brad Pitt made a nice contrast, but then his character was so borrowed from Brad Dourif in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, it was a bit bothersome. And part of my complaint is simply that the Gilliam thing is getting a bit tired: I liked the big shots in the airport, but the ball-of-TV-screens in the interrogation has, well, been done before. He's got the vision for a new look in cinema, I wish he'd apply it more.

But the fact that I can go on like this implies that I obviously care about the film. I did enjoy it, and parts of it are quite inspired. It's worth seeing.

The Addiction, Abel Ferrara, 1995.
This film is so far outside my experience, I'm not quite sure how to judge it. Not that that's bad, mind you. Both of Ferrara's films I've seen (The Addiction and Bad Lieutenant) struck me as being genius in some way, but troubled. Certainly, the plot in The Addiction doesn't help the viewer any - the story has no context, no hook, no joy. But this relentlessness is the film's major selling point, nicely brought out by being shot entirely in grey (not black and white, exactly, grey). The film didn't hit the vampire eroticism or junkie poeticism I like in films of this genre. The philosophical crisis was interesting, but the academic pretention was a bit overblown. I think Ferrara is served well by having an actor as strong as Harvey Keitel in the lead - Lili Taylor fails to take command of the screen, which is unfortunate. But maybe that lack of presence is part of what creates the film. I don't know what to think, to be honest, except that it's an interesting movie. Any film makes me feel that uncomfortable must be something good.

Nobody Loves Me, Doris Doerrie, 1994.
A lovely, poignant comedy about life in our modern era. I'm not normally one for films like this, but I think Nobody Loves Me is particularly good. Nice light humour about a slightly zany woman turning 30 who is worried she'll never find a man to settle down with, coupled with some very bittersweet comedy about her friend who is dying a beautiful death. The latter I found personally touching, too close to home.

Toy Story, Pixar, 1995
It's so fun to see a kids movie as an adult - you can simultaneously revel in the joy of being a kid and see how films manage to create a kids' feeling. While the plot behind Toy Story is only marginally interesting, the technology is definitely fun to watch. I've been following Pixar's work since their early days, and they've definitely improved - within 15 minutes of the start of the film you forget the way it was rendered, just enjoy the visuals. A major improvement over their earlier films. Now if they'd just do something other than cute toys.. well, the demonic toys were fairly fun, but I'd still rather see some new texture techniques.

Snake in the Eagle's Shadow, Jackie Chan, 1978
Fantastic HK martial arts film, starring the ever starful Jackie Chan. This may be heretical, but I liked this even better than Drunken Master, made in the same year by Jackie Chan and the same director. It has it all: old master, evil opponents, incompetent kung fu school, all capped off by Jackie Chan's masterful acting. Chan isn't just a good kung fu guy, he has terrific physical comedy, and he can act well. Snake in the Eagle's Shadow is the best Jackie Chan film I've seen, and that makes it the best kung fu movie I've ever seen.

Nixon, Oliver Stone, 1995
Sigh, poor Oliver Stone. I'm one of those rare film snobs that likes Stone, particularly his cinematography. I think Natural Born Killers was great, I liked The Doors, Wild Palms was terrific, and I even liked JFK. Nixon has a lot in common with JFK: it's one failing is that while JFK was a piece of propaganda that was clearly about an event of mythic proportions, Nixon is a piece of propaganda about a real man with real live subtleties. And subtlety, the film Nixon doesn't capture.

It's biggest failing is its complete simplemindness. I mean come on, we bombed Cambodia because no one loved Nixon? Give me a break. Stone loses ten points for yet another pointlessly homophobic scene, too - I was willing to overlook the homoconspiracy in JFK, but the vicious and cheap shot at J. Edgar Hoover in Nixon is pointless, and disturbing. Stone, with this film he had greatness in his grasp with this film, but it didn't just slip through his fingers, he missed the grab entirely.

The Legend of Zipang, Kaizo Hayashi, 1992
If Terry Gilliam made period martial arts flicks in Japan, you'd get this movie. Maybe if he collaborated with Kurosawa, at that. The Legend of Zipang starts out strong: ridiculously ritualized combat between The Main Guys, beautiful fighting girl who wins because she uses a pistol, goofy hero, the whole bit. The story tapered off some, got a bit pointless. But every time I'd get bored, up would come some scene with gorgeous colouring and I'd be blown awway. Green, green jungle with 200 ninja in deep blue costumes; angry gods in red, white, and black; even a black vinyl ninja. One of the best films of its kind I've seen.

The Eyes Without a Face, Georges Franju, 1959
Wonderfully creepy French horror film, from a time when the vocabulary of horror films was much more subtle, more effective. Not that this film doesn't have its share of gore, but the gore here is, well, much scarier than typical Hollywood crud. The story is about a famous French surgeon who is trying to head the damage he caused to his daughter by kidnapping young women and stealing the flesh from their face. The strength of the film is the plain creepiness of the idea, human flesh as an object to be given to others. Very Crash. I also liked this film because the father/doctor is mostly irrelevant, really just the force behind the story. The relationships between women are the what is most significant: daughter to mother, the plight of the victims Extra bonus for a wonderful costume/makeup job on the unfortunate daughter, a nice touch of the surreal.

Citizen Kane, Orson Welles
Anything I could say about this film would be rather pointless, given the volume of excellent film writing. I'll just say that Citizen Kane deserves its stature as one of the greatest films ever. I don't think there's a single bad moment in the entire movie: every scene, every shot is perfect. Did Welles know what he was making when he made it?

I'd seen Citizen Kane before, but two things made this viewing special. First, I saw Hearst Castle this summer, driving up on my way from Paso Robles to San Francisco. Somehow the film and the actual castle compound each other, make the legend more powerful. Second, I finally saw this in a real theater, albeit a 16mm print. This was at the Michigan theater in Ann Arbor, another nicely restored movie palace - 150 foot ceilings, Wurlitzer, the whole bit. Made the viewing that much more special.

Pretty Baby, Louis Malle, 1978
What a creepy film! Went out and rented a Malle film to mark his passing, and had heard all sorts of stories about how particular this film was. And so it was. I don't understand what the atmosphere was that allowed Brooke Shields to do sexy images when she was 13 - not just the erotic stuff in the movie, but the Calvin Klein ads, etc. I have nothing really against it myself, I was just suprised. The creepiness comes in from the sad position of the naive 12 year old raised in a whorehouse: the climax of the film, when her virginity is auctioned off, is very effective. The rest of the movie doesn't quite carry as well, I think.

Wild Reeds
A lovely coming of age film, set in early 1960s France during a particularly volatile period in Algeria. The film follows the fortunes of four teenagers: a stunningly handsome common guy, his close scholarly friend who is dealing with being gay, their best friend / radiant peasant girl, and an older failing student with political anger. The characters are compelling, and the story is a wonderfully simple portrayal of the troubles of coming of age. "The clumsy poetry of adolescence". Extra kudos for having a believable gay teenager portrayed in a compassionate way.

Theremin, Steven M. Martin, 1993.
I'm a bit confused about this: Theremin is just now coming out in theaters, but the movie archive has it as being produced for TV in 1993. I've been anticipating this film for a couple of months now, since Theremin himself combined the wonderful qualities of mad scientist, pioneering electronic musician, and contributer to cheesy movie effects. Even if you've never heard of a Theremin, you'll definitely recognize the sound it makes, it's virtually synonymous with bad sci-fi and horror film. The documentary does a good job of indicating that the theremin has potential to be a serious instrument, and using Robert Moog to contextualize Theremin's work in the beginnings of electronic music was a great idea.

I wish the whole documentary was as interesting. Frankly, I thought it came off as unsubtle. The hook (finding Theremin himself, who had passed into obscurity) was a bit silly. I really wish they could have tracked down, or built, some of the other instruments Theremin had built, just to provide some depth. Still, despite my criticism it's an interesting film; I'm glad someone took the effort to document Theremin's achievments.

Nadja, Michael Almereyda, 1994.
Finally, a fresh and exciting new film! It even looked better on a second watching: I think this film is quite a winner. It's been awhile since I've seen a film this interesting, especially in one of my favourite genres, vampire films. (The Hunger is the vampire movie I like the most.) Nadja brings a certain genex snideness to the genre, combining high Gothic horror with sharp self-mocking. Casting Peter Fonda as a crazy Dr. Van Helsing was brilliant: he's simultaneously creepy, hysterical, and just barely contained by the frame. The film itself had a wonderful atmosphere: the use of black and white and creepy soundtrack reminded me a lot of Eraserhead. The most interesting effect was the use of a PixelVision camera as bloodlustcam - unique look.

Take Her, She's Mine, Jimmy Stewart, 1963.
Charming college comedy from an era past. Jimmy Stewart is the purpose for this film, the only thing that makes it. But that's good enough: his charm and bumbling good nature can carry a 90 minute film all by itself. The story is somewhat interesting in its way of addressing the problems of rebellious teenagers in a pleasantly naive way, and actually the two main actresses do a pretty good job. But the role is pure Jimmy Stewart, well meaning intelligent and sympathetic father trying to understand his children, and it works quite well. Given how many excellent films Mr. Stewart has made, this might not be the best place to concentrate one's efforts. It's almost Christmas, see It's a Wonderful Life again, it's better than you remember.

Polyester, John Waters, 1981.
I was goofing around on Wednesday night, flipping around TV and there was Polyester! John Waters is one filmmaker I've yet to learn much about: I managed to watch about half of Hairspray when it was on TV awhile ago, but other than that I know nothing about his movies. I loved Polyeseter, its bizarre vision of American family values. Poor Divine, she's so fabulous.

Seven
I really enjoyed this film: great atmosphere, good acting, great titles, good story. I even saw it twice, and the second time was struck again by how great the lighting is. The story even works for me, although some people I know thought it was unbelievable - there are some major plot holes, suprising given how much minutiae he puts in. The one thing that worries me is, why are stories about brutal murders entertaining? I really mean it, I'm a bit worried about the things I (and a lot of our society) finds entertainment in. I loved Silence of the Lambs, too.

Outland, Peter Hyams, 1981.
Haven't seen this in a few years, so I rented it. I'm suprised this film was made so early. The astounding thing about this movie are the sets, an entire moon mining colony created out of thin air. The set is huge, and very effective. The story is ok, with some major believability problems in setting up the "noble cop vs corporate thugs" thing. Oh well, willing suspension and all that..

Strange Days, Kathryn Bigelow, 1995.
This movie had one of the most effective advertising campaigns I can think of. I didn't know anything abuot the movie, who the actors were or what it was about, but I knew I wanted to see it. And so I did, and while I was entertained I wasn't overwhelmed. The movie's major failing is that it's entirely too long: if someone had cut it two a 90 minute film, it would hav ebeen more effective. That, and maybe given it an original idea somewhere out there in cliche land.

To Die For, Gus Van Sant, 1995.
I'm a big Gus Van Sant fan, especially enjoying his earliest films Mala Noche and Drugstore Cowboy. I'm glad he pulled himself out of the slump that Even Cowgirls Get the Blues put him into. My main complaint with To Die For is that it's mediocre: I think I'll forget it entirely in a few weeks. The "we live for TV" thing is clever, but I wish he'd done it more sophisticatedly. I was a bit bothered by Nicole Kidman's character, a bit too close to the "evil women who do anything in pursuit of a career" stereotype. Anyway, it's certainly an OK film, but not extraordinary.

Riot on Cell Block 11
The Queen of Outer Space, Edward Bernds, 1958
Ah, the Castro Theater. Ah, Zsa Zsa Gabor. Great cheesy sci-fi film, Red Blooded Americans go to the planet Venus (all women, of course) to rescue it from the grip of an evil disfigured dictator chick. The best fun in this film is its unrelenting, unconsidered sexism. Time capsule of gender roles. Zsa Zsa was a bit disappointing, sadly.

Devil in a Blue Dress
I enjoyed this film, in particular the dissonance of having a conventional period detective story set in Black America. But as much talent as I think Denzel Washington has, someone needs to teach him to act with more emotion: he was too wooden in this. Still, quite good performance, excellent period setting. I was fortunate enough to see this in the Academy theater in LA. They've got it good: excellent sound system, huge screen, no popcorn, no children, no one talks! Ideal.

The Mysteries of Rampo
Much hyped Japanese fantasy story, didn't quite deliver. The previews particularly pushed the digital animations - that was a mistake, they weren't that impressive. Overall the film was alright. Beautiful in its moments, a bit slow in others.

Blade Runner, Ridley Scott, 1982.
Classic film, arguably the best sci-fi film ever made after Star Wars. Atmosphere for days, although I'm a bit suprised to see that Outland and Escape from New York, which both have similar atmosphere, were made earlier. Of course, neither of those had a PK Dick short story behind them. I could go on about this movie for days, but I wouldn't say anything that hasn't been said on the net somewhere before. Many thanks to Ridley Scott for arranging to reedit the film a couple of years ago, thereby allowing a whole new generation of people see it in a theater.

Wigstock, Barry Shils, 1994.
Drag Queens rule, we saw it in Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, and we saw it in Paris is Burning, if you remember that. As documentary, Wigstock is fairly flat, but that hardly matters given how fabulous the subject matter is. I was suprised at how poorly the more famous people (Lypsinka and RuPaul) came off compared to some of the lesser known drags. I suspect the director was just able to be more familiar with people he knew better. Anyway, lots of fun, see it if you can.

My Life and Times with Antonin Artaud, Gerard Mordillat, 1993.
Filmed in sumptuous black and white, this movie is an excellent story of the canonical slightly insane genius artist and the people that he consumes. Films like this are dangerous for me: I sometimes think of myself as being capable of being a great and passionate mind like Artaud, then I go home to my soulless computer and am confronted with the fact that my skill is largely technology, not art. At least it inspires me to do more with the skill I do have.

Jeffrey, Christopher Ashely, 1995.
I'm normally bugged by commercial films about gay topics, and I'd been warned that I wouldn't like Jeffrey much, so I was happy when I found I really liked this movie. It is definitely a commercial film, with all the baggage that carries, but frankly I'm glad that someone is trying to mainstream topics as vital as gay sexuality in the age of AIDS. I enjoyed the acting, especially Patrick Stewart (who clearly should be, even if he's not). My one complaint is that the message I got out of it seemed to be too simplistic, "if you just love and live, all that scary AIDS stuff will go away". Most of the people I've talked to didn't feel that way, though.

Midnight Dancers.
A nice antidote to the talking pig movie: seamy gay dancer boys, prostitution, guns, drugs, violence, the destruction of a family by vice in Manila. Classic melodrama of a sort that I think would be very difficult to make in the US right now. I was anticipating a fundamental ambiguity: on one hand, the g-string clad Filipino boys were going to be sexy on screen, but on the other hand it was going to be creepy because it was clear that they were being exploited. In fact that conflict didn't occur on screen, I think because the director wasn't aiming for it. The film had lots of other interest, though, especially the curious sexual roles that are exhibited. Definitely a different notion of sexual persona than we have here.

Babe, Chris Noonan, 1995.
"The little pig with a heart of gold" or some such nonsense. I promised myself I'd never see this - talking living animals, what could be worse? So I was suprised to find that I really liked the film. Sure, it's a feel-good film about talking farm animals, but if you go with that, it's pretty good. Death and being eaten play heavily in the daily lives of the animals, yielding a nice black humour touch. James Cromwell does a great job playing the slightly crazy farmer.

Drugstore Cowboy
Flipping past Bravo and there it was on cable! I watched it just a couple of months ago (see below), but the film is so compelling I had to see it again. Matt Dillon is truly excellent in this film.

Belle du Jour, Luis Bunuel, 1967.
Bored aristocratic housewife decides to become a prostitute: it's such a classic plot, I hadn't realized someone actually *made* this movie. And what a great movie! The way that Severine (Catherine Deneuve) is characterized in the first ten minutes of the film should be a study for all makers of movies. Lovely eroticism, and depravity, and overall sadness. Many thanks to Scorcese for rereleasing this film in the states this year.

Aria, great directors, 1987.
Recommended to me by a friend, wish I could say I liked it as much as he did. It had its moments, but basically failed to impress me in any way. Some of the stuff was downright boring. I'm not sure if it was the lack of dialogue that bothered me, or the jumpy nature of the shorts. Too bad: the list of direcotrs is incredibly impressive.

Swoon, Tom Kalin, 1992.
Queer Noir, or Queer Verite, or something. A lovely film about the Leopold and Loeb murders, two elite homosexual men who murdered a child for kicks in the 1920s. This films strength is its style, beautiful black and white, arty camera angles, and wonderful costume. The story itself was a bit too straightforward for me: I would have appreciated some sort of subtlety. For a more interesting film about elitist murder, see Rope, the Hitchcock masterpiece. I think the subtle homoeroticism of Rope is much more effective than the boring fact of Swoon.

Kids, Larry Clark, 1995.
This is an important film, albeit difficult to watch: it's an odd combination of depressing and frightening. I'm afraid that the point will be lost on people, and the reaction will be "those horrible kids" or "those horrible parents", instead of a thought as to why life is like it is depicted in Kids. The movie is not too far off reality: maybe compressed a bit in time, but a lot of those scenes were personally familiar. I'm somewhat suprised this film was allowed to be made and shown in this country - it touches issues about minors that make people quite uncomfortable. Well worth it.

Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!, Russ Meyer, 1965.
One of America's more amazing films, by one of America's more amazing directors. Fast cars, vixens, lecherous old men - what more could you want in a movie? Honestly, this is one of my favourite films, if nothing else than for the purity of its vision. See it, in a theater if you can, but on video tape if you have to. Many thanks to the folks who deemed it worth reprinting so I could finally see it on the big screen. It's fun to watch other people's reactions to this movie: it's always more film than they expect.

Suddenly, Last Summer, Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1959.
Ah, Montgomery Clift, Elizabeth Taylor, Katherine Hepburn: these were better times for movies. It helps to have Tennessee Williams as plot material, too: Night of the Iguana is still one of my favourite films. The hysteria of modern society, New Orleans decadence, lurking homosexuality: it's all so awful I wonder why I like it so much. Certainly Katherine Hepburn's incredible performance helps.

Soylent Green, Richard Fleisher, 1973.
More of my attempt to catch up on 70s sci-fi films. Between this and Silent Running, though, I'm getting discouraged. The sci-fi aspect of this film is quite secondary to Charlton Heston being macho, beating up bad guys and seducing the chicks. The suspenseful conclusion has long since been given away in Saturday Night Live reruns, taking out any possible enjoyment from the plot. I think 70s sci-fi just doesn't age well.

The Rapture, Michael Tolkin, 1991.
I meant to see this when it was out in the theater, but never quite got around to it: every time that happens, I end up regretting it. Normally, I would assume that anyone who dismantles her entire life to wait for the Second Coming was absolutely nuts: but then again the apocalypse does happen, but then again it's not clear if she was right for the right reasons. Interesting ambiguity. The film is also beautifully shot, with that extreme clarity that makes everything seem too real. There's a confusing moment where Vic makes a big show of assuming the position of The Hanged Man while lying down on a bed: if anyone could figure out why, please email me.

Silent Running, Douglas Trumbull, 1971.
I thought, with my new VCR, I'd catch up on some old sci-fi films. Amazing how many of them I'd already seen, so I searched around and hit this. Mistake! Gad, this film is awful: terrible actors, Space-1999 quality sets, a horrible hippy/eco plot with no purpose, and goofy anthropomorphic robots. Under no circumstances should you see this film.

The Bandit Queen, Shekhar Kapur, 1994.
I thought of this film as a sort of companion to Sarraounia, another strong woman resisting oppression. And Bandit Queen does have this theme, but other than that it's a pretty different film. For one thing, it's considerably more sophisticated: gorgeous camera work, excellent characterizations, good writing. I was really into the story, one that is to a certain extent cross cultural: a woman is abused and mistreated by a sexist and classist society, and she rebels and fights back, in this case directly. At the same time, I was fairly out of it - I know nothing about the history of India, so I had a hard time following the details of the story. I had a hard time with the brutality of the film: I didn't count, but there are at least three very explicit rape scenes. I understand why they were there, certainly more than American cartoon violence, but this film is painful to watch.

Waterworld, Kevin Costner, 1995.
I liked this film so much, I saw it twice! The second viewing was something of a mistake, though. Waterworld is another film in the great tradition of Dune and Stargate: scifi films with terrible scripts and enormous budgets. The costumes and sets saved Dune, and Jaye Davidson saved Stargate: for Waterworld, the reward for sitting through the film is the beautiful cinematography, lots of wonderful panning shots over water. Tina Majorino does a good job as the bratty innocent child: I think she's probably the best acting talent in the film. (Poor Dennis Hopper, this was not one of his better efforts). And somehow, the film managed to convince me that Kevin Costner was truly capable of piloting a large trimaran and surviving the oceans all by himself: I liked the fact that the hero was believable. Seriously, go see this film in a big theater with good sound: the spectacle is worth it.

Drunken Master, Jackie Chan, 1979.
God bless Jackie Chan, the man whose Kung Fu is even more powerful than Bruce Lee. Chan is an incredible physical actor: not just for his amazing martial arts skill (he does all his own stunts), but because he's so hilarious about it. It's too bad that HK action film scripts aren't better: the only thing that makes this film work is watching Jackie Chan fight. Fortunately, that's good enough. I had more fun watching Drunken Master II, maybe because I saw it in a theater.

The Brood, David Cronenberg, 1979.
I'm a fan of Cronenberg, and this early film of his contains all those wonderful Cronenberg touches we love so well: the corruption of the body, the corruption of human love. Even so, The Brood is pretty awful: I'm doing my best to make snide cracks about Canadian films. My favourite Cronenbergs are still Dead Ringers (yay Jeremy Irons!) and Videodrome (brilliant). Rumour has it he's done licking his wounds after the fiasco of M. Butterfly (boo Jeremy Irons!), and is now working on a film of JG Ballard's brilliant novel, "Crash". We can only hope.

Tommy, Ken Russell, 1975.
God, what a film! Why don't they make movies like this now? What's become of Ken Russell anyway? I loved Gothic, and Salome's Last Dance, and of course Altered States. Anyway, Tommy is wonderful and naive and incomprehensible and dated and mostly just really great. I'm not a big Who fan, but this is good work. Roger Daltrey was pretty good looking, too.

Apollo 13, Ron Howard, 1995.
I'm too cynical to usually enjoy an American Hero film, especially something so wholesome as astronauts. So I was suprised to find myself really getting into this movie, enjoying it and getting excited and feeling exhilirated. The whole thing was just so convincing, and compelling: a compliment to the director, as well as to Tom Hanks. Pretty much a perfect film, excellently executed.

Village of the Damned, Wolf Rilla, (1960)
The John Carpenter 1995 remake (which I didn't see) prompted me to see the original. I'm fond of evil children stories, and this one delivers. Unexplained pregancy from outer space, older professor (George Sanders?) glad to have a child who is scarily brilliant, John Wyndham story, glowing eyes: what more could you want? England in 1960 makes a great setting for evil-from-the-outside, the cold war atmosphere gives the story a chilling immediacy. To be honest, the film is a bit boring and unbelievable, but it's still something good to see.

Sarraounia, 1987.
My first film to see from Africa, Burkina Faso. The film is a historical drama about Sarraounia, the pagan queen of a Nigerian village that resisted the French conquest at the turn of the century. Unfortunately, not enough was done in the film with the idea of a strong woman commander - we spent most of our time watching the Evil Frenchmen and their problems. In fact, Sarraounia herself is somewhat secondary. Nonetheless, it's interesting, and certainly outside of my normal movewatching experience.

Batman Forever, Joel Schumacher, 1995.
Although some friends of mine I respect liked this film, I have to say I think it was terrible. Worse than Johnny Mnemonic. Val Kilmer was ok but a bit dull, and they didn't give enough time to Chris O'Donnell. Actually, they didn't give enough time to anyone: the script was really lousy, in my opinion. No idea what the motivations for people were, what their characters were, etc. There were some visually interesting shots, but all in all I was bored and annoyed. Sorry 'bout that.

Betty Boop films, Fleischer Studios, 1930s.
Caught this program at one of my favourite movie houses, the Castro theater. Grand old movie palace with a real live Wurlitzer organ, not to mention great films and the typical audience of hiliarious screaming queens. I'd forgotten about the interesting things about Betty Boop films: the surrealism, the humour, the quaint amusement. The way everything in the scene bounces to the music is seriously strange. The highlight of this program was definitely "Betty Boop as Snow White". Not much of the Snow White story, but there's a great Cab Calloway number in the middle.

Crumb, Terry Zwigoff, 1994.
I love films that skirt that edge between creepy and hilarious. I never thought I'd see a documentary that did that, much less one that did it so well. Goodness, what a film! Crumb is brilliant, truly incredible. The excellence seems to be a result of the subjects of the film, which means to me that somewhere down there the director did an excellent job of making this film. The Crumb brothers are excellent fodder for documentary, but I think it took special genius to see that. The sheer honesty with which they divulge their very distrubing lives is awe-inspiring, disturbing, and wonderful all at once.

Diabolique, Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1954.
Classic French thriller, beautiful women murdering the horrible evil husband. This film is incredibly well made, excellent control of the camera and of the actors; unfortunately, the plot is showing its age, a bit too naive. The movie also reminded me a lot of Hitchcock's excellent film Rope, not so much for the cinematography as the basic storyline and the sublimated homosexuality.

Crimson Tide, Tony Scott, 1995
I love Tony Scott: he's got a few really excellent movies to his name. (Not to mention being the brother of another great director, Ridley Scott. Amazing family). He's done a good job on Crimson Tide: really, the movie's only failing is that this story has been done before, quite a few times. But this one is executed well, with typical Tony Scott attention paid to details of pacing, characterization, and cinematography. Submarines make great sets. Great performance, as always, from Denzel Washington. There's an interesting racial subtext in this film, one I really don't understand: lots of little emphases on race are used as part of the differentiates of Our Hero from most of the crew, but that carries with it a politicization whose purpose is not clear.

Picture Bride, Kayo Hatta, 1994.
I should preface these comments with the caveat that I saw this movie while heavily jet-lagged, I did not have my full attention span. That being said, I didn't care much for this film. I had high hopes, it's a good story: women moved from Japan to Hawai'i to be brides. Interesting politics in Hawai'i at the time, interesting story of people, even the opportunity for good cinematography. But the film didn't deliver. The story never really got off the ground, and the acting and filming just seemed to naive. Oh well.

City on Fire, Ringo Lam, 1987.
Stars Chow Yun Fat as a good guy cop who goes undercover to break up a ring of thieves. This is rumoured to be the film that inspired Reservoir Dogs: the style certainly did, as did some of the story, but Tarantino is much better at making a good film. City on Fire has serious problems in pacing, and the directing is dull. But it's still pretty cool and, if you like Reservoir Dogs, interesting to see.

Johnny Mnemonic, Robert Longo, 1995
With acting talents like Keanu Reeves, Ice T, and Dolph Lundgren, how could you go wrong? It's a shame they couldn't cast Grace Jones in this film: she would have been great. Henry Rollins was the best thespian in this film, which is pretty scary if you think about it. Despite the utter lack of acting talent, this is an ok film. It's too bad the acting wasn't more over-the-top, that would have elevated it to cheesy movie status...

The script is very good, except for a couple of touching-character scenes involving poor Keanu. William Gibson stories are excellent fodder for exciting summer movies. Great directing and cinematography, and the computer graphics were some of the best of the genre. (Are they by the same folks who did Lawnmower Man?) The VR Internet scenes were pretty convincing. I wish my life on the net really was that cool.

There is not one, but two web sites dedicated to promoting this movie. You can buy Johnny Mnemonic products online! Like, totally cyberpunqd00d. Has anyone gotten the virtual reality products available at participating Burger Kings?

Strawberry and Chocolate, Tomas Gutierrez Alea and Juan Carlos Tabio 1994.
I'm glad Robert Redford arranged for this film to be shown in the States: are there any political problems with bringing Cuban film into the US? I'm a bit curious why this film in particular, though, because it's pretty much a gay film - has that theme become universal enough to be commercially viable? No matter, it's excellent, particularly for Jorge Perugorria's portrayal of the sophisticated, free thinking gay man who also happens to be self sacrificing and erotically frustrated. I suppose I should be annoyed at that old stereotype, but it's powerful. The film's political criticism of Cuba is pretty mild, especially compared to the same genre of film being made in China right now: I wonder if that was what the filmmakers could get away with, or whether that's just what they wanted to say. I'm also curious if this film's strong resemblance to Kiss of the Spider Woman is an accident, on purpose, or just in my head.

White Dwarf, Bruce Wagner, 1995.
God, what an awful video. I watched this because I'm fond of Bruce Wagner: I thought Wild Palms was one of the best things shown recently on television, as good as Max Headroom and certainly much better than Twin Peaks. But not White Dwarf: it had no plot, no talent, no purpose, nothing going for it except that nifty New Twilight Zone / Wild Palms oversaturated dreamy feel. My fear is that White Dwarf was a pilot for a series, my only hope is that it was a failed pilot. Otherwise, we're in for a major embarassment.

Once Were Warriors, Lee Tamahori, 1994.
I'm at a loss to describe how I felt about this film, except to say I thought it was excellent. This is a very intense film, extremely well crafted and disturbing. I know next to nothing about the Maori, so I was watching the film from the perspective of cultural ignorance. The incredible acting along with the raw honest script were very effective.

Rob Roy, Michael Caton-Jones, 1994.
A good film, but an unimportant one: as much as I enjoy escapist action films, they are ultimately interchangeable. Great Scottish guerillas, Tim Roth can't ride a horse but his stunt double can sure wield a sword, and will the stereotype of evil, effeminately decadent British aristocrats ever die? Good performances by John Hurt (one of my more favourite actors) and Liam Nesson. Actually, the whole cast was good: this is the kind of film that doesn't seem to demand much of actors. I seldom say this, but I thought this film was more violent than it needed to be.

The Sum of Us, David Stevens, 1994.
It's wonderful to see Russell Crowe in another film. Quite a shift from his role in Romper Stomper, although I have to say I liked him in Romper Stomper better. He plays the floppy gay boy well enough in The Sum of Us, but he makes a better racist skinhead.

But that's not being fair: The Sum of Us is a pretty good film. I'd expected it to be your standard Odd Couple comedy with the added twist of gay son / embarassing father, but this film goes past just that. It's the kind of film I'm glad is being made, even if at the same time I'm not wildly enthusiastic about it. The "talk to the camera, this is just a play adapted to film" aspect of things bugged me. Nice performance by Jack Thompson, Harry made a better main character than Crowe.

Priest, Antonia Bird, 1994.
I think I'm going to say this is one of the best Gay Films done yet: not a difficult pronouncement, given the generally lousy nature of the genre. Priest has integrity and power without being overblown. For once, a believable story about a gay man coping in his oppressive society.

But that's the gay side of the film, only one part of the movie. Really, the film is about Father Greg (our hero) trying to reconcile the practical aspects of living in the modern world with the idealistic requirements of the priesthood. My own relationship to this subject is a bit strange: I left my hypocritical Episcopalian church behind when I was about 13, and only a few years ago realized that there is more to Christianity than hypocrisy and televised hate. Priest demonstrates the sort of life long dedication to an ideal I respect immensely.

There was a lot of controversy when this film was released: why, I don't quite understand. In many ways, Priest is an updated Confessions of Saint Augustine: is that a problem? Is the resolution too subversive? I guess it's too much to see a Holy Priest shagging some guy he met in a bar. It's too bad that some people weren't able to get beyond that, they've missed an important film. Or maybe they did get beyond it, were afraid of the general criticism of the hierarchy of the Catholic Church. At any rate, if you were thinking of seeing this film, do. It will even be good on video.

Decalogue, Krzysztof Kieslowski,, 1987.
I managed to miss the Three Colours trilogy: somehow, they didn't seem like films I would enjoy. But the Decalogue came through Santa Fe, and I figured I better jump on that. Decalogue is a series of ten one hour morality plays, loosely based on the Ten Commandments. I only saw films three, four, five and six. They were uniformly bleak and depressing, I hadn't realized how miserable Poland is.

But good film frequently is bleak and depressing: that's what makes it good for you. Kieslowski is great at expressing a screenplay: his directing is unobtrusive, but powerful and communicative. The stories themselves were a bit uninteresting in my estimation. The one I liked best was number six, which was later turned into a full length film called A Short Film about Love. Most of the stories here are painful: I thought this one did it best. I'm amazed that these films were produced for television: could you imagine some US network sponsoring these?

Postcards from America, Steve McLean, 1994.
Santa Fe had its first ever gay and lesbian film festival this year. Something of a suprise, really, but quite welcome. All-in-all it went pretty well, with lots of attendance. I missed most of the festival, but I did see Postcards from America (paired with Trevor: see below). I had forgotten how grimy and seamy it is to be queer, but I seldom have Wojnarowicz to interpret the world for me. This film is difficult, tiring, and extremely well made. Recommended, but only if you don't want to be in a good mood afterwards.

Trevor, James Lecesne, 1994.
This short subject was paired with Postcards from America, a sort of comic relief. Trevor is a teenaged boy who loves Diana Ross and thinks he might be gay. It shares a lot with the short films in Boys' Life, sweet naivete and young'uns. I didn't care much for the main actor, but maybe that's just me.

Erotique, Lizzie Borden, Clara Law, and Monika Treut, 1994.
An amusing trifle of a film, three largely disconnected erotic stories by and about women. I think the best of the lot was the film by Lizzie Borden about a woman working a phone sex line. Just the right blend of amusing, troubling, and convincing. Monika Treut's German dyke film was pretty hysterical, but Clara Law's piece seemed too naive. I'm liking this trend of making short film available to audiences, not to mention giving women directors more screentime.

Tank Girl, Rachel Talalay, 1995.
Trash film, a genex postapocalyptic. I enjoyed this well enough, some amusing and slightly subversive scenes. I thought Lori Petty did a good job as Tank Girl, and Naomi Watts was great as Jet Girl. Even poor Malcolm McDowell was amusing, if sleepwalking: did his career just go downhill after Caligula? Was it ever above sea level? This film could have gone a lot better. The script needed help. The kangaroo guys were ridiculous, costume, acting, and plot. But the atmosphere was right, and I did enjoy Lori Petty. So there.

The Fugitive, Harrison Ford, 1993.
Saw this one on the postmodern cable channel "tv!", funneled in for free from HBO (with an annoying border added in to sell something). This film definitely lost in the 9" image I was able to see, so this isn't really fair, but I failed to see what all the excitement is about. A semi-intelligent thriller, but nothing special except of course for dreamy Harrison Ford.

The Story of Xinghua, Yin Li, 1993.
More, more, more! Chinese film. I neglected to write anything down after seeing this film, and now I've lost all the detail. I remember liking it, especially a nice cinematographic theme of shooting the light through a bird cage made out of twigs. Chinese film seems to do a better job scripting women as main characters.

Drugstore Cowboy, Gus van Sant, 1989.
I've seen this film before, but talking to a friend from Oregon reminded me how good the film is, how much I wanted to see it again. Now I miss Portland more than ever. Drugstore Cowboy is my favourite van Sant film, although in some ways Mala Noche is a close second. I don't understand why junkies make for such romantic characters, but I know it works. I'm a big William S. Burroughs fiend, too. WSB is part of what makes this film so great: I think it's his best acting role.

The Wooden Man's Bride, Huang Jianxin, 1994.
Yet more Chinese fifth generation cinema; I can't seem to get enough of it. This film's major asset is its economy: no aesthetic energy is wasted on dialogue, scenery, characters, costume. Everything that is necessary is there, and it is a beautiful film, but it is very sparse. This leanness effectively communicates the miserable world of the main character, a woman who is forced by tradition to a lifelong widowhood when her husband-to-be dies before the wedding. The ending is wonderfully ambiguous.

To Live, Yi-Mou Zhang.
Why doesn't anyone make movies like this in the US? Zhong is truly a phenomenal director: he also has Raise the Red Lantern, Ju Dou, and Red Sorghum to his credit. To Live is beautiful, a simple and realistic portrayal of the trials and fortunes of a couple in China from 1940-1970. We see the war, the cultural revolution, childbirth and death, and above all the permanence of life and family struggling through the Great Revolution. The political criticism here is subdued, but present: at times it feels like one is experiencing a totalitarian nightmare. Mostly, though, this is a film about people and the beauty of living.

Caro Diario, Nanni Moretti.
Won best director at Cannes 1994. Honestly, I'm not sure why. It's a nice enough film, sweet and amusing and personal. But I didn't think it was all that remarkable. The first two sections (driving around Rome on a Vespa with a steadicam inducing motion sickness in the audience) were quite good, nice cinematography, but the last section (him dealing with cancer) was really dull and trite. Still, I'm glad I saw it.

Die Hard, Bruce Willis, 1988.
Hey, it's a great action film: intelligent, thrilling, escapist. Bruce Willis can even act. German terrorists are sexiest.

Escape from New York, John Carpenter, 1981.
Another great action film, doubly so for its nice dystopic futurevision (even predates Blade Runner!). Ridiculous plot, but campy enough to remain amusing. This movie looks a lot like the video to Thriller.

La Scorta, Ricky Tognazzi, 1993.
A very grim film. A good film, but grim - no suprise, it's based on the true story of the efforts of an Italian magistrate to fight government corruption, risking his own life, to expose the Mafia. The film is an excellent thriller as well as an excellent portrayal of an important situation. My Italian friend Mark said it also communicated the inevitability of dealings with the Mafia. Great Ennio Morricone soundtrack.

Sitting Pretty on a Branch, Juraj Jakubisko, 1989.
Santa Fe has a great movie program at the Center for Contemporary Arts. Not only first run art films, the director of the film schedule does a good job putting together interesting programs. Jakbuisko is one of those filmmakers I would never have heard of if it weren't for CCA.

This is a poignant film, sad and beautiful and very solid. We follow the adventures of two men in Slovakia right after World War II, first trying to find food, later coping with a refugee, her baby, and the tides of politics. Superb acting and directing make this movie work, as does the persuasion of a story that seems so true. Some interesting jibes at the communist rule.

The Millenial Bee, Juraj Jakubisko, 1983.
The Millenial Bee is a film about Slovakian peasants living in a small village from 1890-1920. Happy peasants make love, they're unhappy when the mill burns down, and politics and war wreck their simple life. But the film is not cliche: it is lovingly made, with terrific acting, an earnest and true story. I always enjoy watching films from other countries, seeing how their very notion of cinema is different. I liked Jakubisko's comfort with dream surrealism, as well as his use of simple but effective colour filters. I don't know much about Slovakian politics, but his portrayal of the conflict between the Social Democrats and the Austro-Hungarian empire was effective.

Various short films, Juraj Jakubisko, 1964-1989.
Yet more Jakubisko, this time mostly his early student short films. In general, I didn't like these as much as his features. The Emigrant (1964) was an amusing bit of surrealism, and The Drummer of the Red Cross (1977) had its moments. I could relate to the characters in They Are Waiting for Godot (1966). But The Rain (1965) was too hard to follow for me. None of these films had the charmings truths of peasant life that his features seem to. Unfortunately the program had a mediocre documentary about Jakubisko by Matej Minac (1989), the only saving grace were some interviews with Fellini.

Street Fighter, Capcom, 1994.
Yes, I do have a taste for trash movies. Had to see this one just because it had Raul Julia in it. That, and a movie made about a videogame is just too pomo for words (I missed Super Mario Bros). The cartoon silliness of it was fun, but the fighting was awful - it was clear that none of the actors knew kung fu acting. There was a great Godzilla reference hidden in the film.

Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle, Alan Rudolph, 1994.
Dorothy Parker should make a great subject for a film: witty person, tragic life. So I had high hopes for this movie, and I wasn't entirely disappointed. A good, solid film, but somehow lacking a potential greatness.

The script did a good job of being more than just filling in time between Parker witticisms. I enjoyed Jennifer Jason Leigh's acting as Mrs. Parker, although I couldn't quite figure out what her accent was trying to be. The rest of the cast was alright, but somehow not quite big or convincing enough. I blame the director. I'm getting a bit tired of the cliche "sepia tones == jazz age".

Star Trek: Generations, Paramount, 1994.
I had a couple of hours to kill during matinee time, and I'm still a Star Trek fan, even if the premise seems increasingly naive. I also like Patrick Stewart enough that I'll go see a film he's in (Lifeforce!). So that's my excuse.

Like everyone told me, Star Trek: Generations is just what I expected, an obviously nostalgic made-for-TV movie that was entertaining but not deep. I was very unimpressed with the special effects: during the saucer crash, we're supposed to believe that the Enterprise saucer is only 40 feet tall! They still don't have seatbelts on the starship, but they do have a new shaky-cam technique to convey "hey, the set is being shaken up a lot". And then they didn't even use a steadicam during some of the dialogue shots! Brent Spiner needs a new agent: the script was way beneath him. Not a very good movie.

Maurice, Merchant/Ivory, 1987.
OK, I admit I'm a little behind the times but I'd never seen Maurice before. In fact, the only Merchant/Ivory film I'd ever seen was The Remains of the Day (an exceptional film). I liked Maurice well enough, but it didn't seem to be as spectacular as The Remains of the Day. I have to admit that I missed about 15 minutes towards the beginning, and the cinematography clearly suffered in Bravo's cropped broadcast (was the colour supposed to be washed out?).

I was suprised that Maurice was such an explicitly gay film. I'd known it was sort of a gay classic, and I've heard rumours (are they true?) that Merchant and Ivory have more than just a working relationship. I guess the image of men kissing on screen is still uncommon enough that I am suprised when I see it. Good story, great acting, good cinematography, but overall not as sophisticated as it could have been.

The Last Seduction, John Dahl, 1994.
At best, a mediocre movie. The only thing going for it is the main character is written as a complete bitch. But the unimaginative acting destroyed any enjoyment in that, and the barely competent directing made the whole film boring. Extra points for the pointless homophobic subthread. I was glad when it was over.

Wing Chun, Yuen Woo-Ping, 1994.
Hong Kong action film, traditional kung fu. Well, one nice twist: the main characters are all women! Yim Wing Chun (Michelle Khan) is a kick-ass kung fu master, and her aunt is a great businesswomen. More or less a romance, involving a third beautiful woman ("Charmy") and evil bandits and earnest young men. Lots of fun, excellent cinematography (especially the colour). Worth seeing if you like HK action, and the somewhat feminist angle makes it interesting.

Boys' Life, Robert Lee King, Raoul O'Connel, Brian Sloan, 1994.
A collection of three short films about young gay men: Pool Days, A Friend of Dorothy, and The Disco Years (I might be wrong about these titles). I'm really glad this film came along: it's hard to see short films outside of film festivals, and I always like seeing new work, especially in such a marginalized topic as gay film.

That being said, I think only one of the three was truly good: A Friend of Dorothy. The actor for the main character really pulled it off, seeming earnest and a bit overwhelmed and cute. The Disco Years was funny, but a bit thin, and Pool Days did nothing for me, it just lacked too much. Still, this film is definitely worth seeing if it sounds at all interesting: it's rare that we get fresh gay cinema.


Index

12 Monkeys
All About Eve
Apollo 13
Aria
Babe
Bandit Queen, The
Batman Forever
Belle du Jour
Betty Boop films
Blade Runner
Boys' Life
Broken Arrow
Brood, The
Brothers Quay Animation
Buckminster Fuller
Bus Stop
Caro Diario
Casino
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Citizen Kane
City on Fire
Courage Under Fire
Crimson Tide
Crumb
Dead Man
Decalogue
Deliverance
Desperate Living and Female Trouble
Devil in a Blue Dress
Diabolique
Die Hard
Doors, The
Dr. Strangelove
Drugstore Cowboy
Drunken Master
Erotique
Escape from New York
Eyes Without a Face, The
Fargo
Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
Fugitive, The
Halfaouine, Child of the Terraces
Independence Day
Institute Benjamenta
James and the Giant Peach
Jeffrey
Johnny Mnemonic
Kids
La Scorta
Last Seduction, The
Last Year at Marienbad
Leaving Las Vegas
Lost Highway
Legend of Zipang, The
Maurice
Midnight Dancers
Millenial Bee, The
Miller's Crossing
Mission: Impossible
Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle
My Life and Times with Antonin Artaud
Mysteries of Rampo, The
Nadja
Nico/Icon
Nixon
Nobody Loves Me
Once Were Warriors
Outland
Overdrawn at the Memory Bank
Picture Bride
Polyester
Postcards from America
Pretty Baby
Priest
Queen of Outer Space, The
Rapture, The
Riot on Cell Block 11
Rob Roy
Rose Tattoo, The
Rumble in the Bronx
Rumblefish
Running on Empty
Safe
Sankofa
Sarraounia
Seven
Silent Running
Sinister Urge, The
Sitting Pretty on a Branch
Snake in the Eagle's Shadow
Soylent Green
Star Trek: Generations
Story of Xinghua, The
Strange Days
Strawberry and Chocolate
Streetfighter
Strictly Ballroom
Suddenly, Last Summer
Sum of Us, The
Swoon
Take Her, She's Mine
Tank Girl
Wrong Trousers, The
Theremin
This Island Earth
To Die For
To Live
Tommy
Toy Story
Trevor
Various short films
Village of the Damned
Waterworld
White Balloon, The
White Dwarf
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Wigstock
Wild Reeds
Wing Chun
Wooden Man's Bride, The

Nelson Minar <nelson@santafe.edu>
Last modified: Sat Mar 1 20:03:19 EST 1997