Mini-Review: Some people think this a mess, but I think that its eccentric performances, complex Milius script and continual (yet controlled) tonal shifts--from realism to folk tale to surrealism to farce and then back to realism again--make this a uniquely enjoyable epic Western. More than any other film outside the Peckinpah oeuvre, it effectively chronicles and mourns the disappearance of the Old West. Newman is good, and Stacey Keach is a standout in an hilarious cameo as "Original Bad Bob the Albino."
Mini-Review: This odd, rambling film is gloriously, characteristically Altman. More original than "Mash," it can be seen as a first sketch of "Nashville" in the way it uses an obsession, a crime and a southern city to explore the nature of the U.S.A. in the later part of the 20th century. Bud Cort gives this film a special sweetness, and Kellerman and Duvall have never been better, but my favorite parts are the small, strange characters created by Auberjonois, Margaret Hamilton and Stacey Keach.
Mini-Review: A masterpiece of Chabrol's later period, this study of a passionate and honest young woman making her way through a minefield of puritanism, perversion and the merciless imperatives of class is restrained and compelling. As is customary with Chabrol, all this leads to violence, but the violence is a natural extension of character and circumstances, never an excuse for melodrama. Sagnier's performance is subtle and haunting, and Berleand strikes the right note as the aging novelist.
Mini-Review: A wartime propaganda programmer ably directed by the young Dassin. Because this is a dual role, Veidt gets to be a good guy--or a good guy pretending to be a bad guy--for most of the movie. He breaks free from the Nazi stereotype he had been reduced to, gets a chance to show his humanity and have a real love interest, and there is even one moment--while he and his love gaze at the moon--when the youthful beauty of Caesare the Somnambulist shines through through his aging face.
Mini-Review: Don't let the title (and the name "Joan Crawford" above the title) fool you into thinking this a bittersweet tale of a May-December marriage. No, this is Robert Aldrich doing to the woman's picture what he already did to the private-eye noir in the insane "Kiss Me Deadly." This film is crazy, paranoid, intense. The shadows are dark, Cliff Robertson is dangerously bonkers and Joan carries self-sacrifice to the point of symbolic crucifixion.
Mini-Review: Somehow, Anderson can revel in his obsessions (shadow boxes, uniforms, unsmiling women, searches for lost fathers, etc.), add some improbably cast actors (Bill Murray as Jacques Cousteau!?), throw in a few pirates, an explosion or two, some impossibly successful gun battles, and David Bowie unplugged in Portuguese, and not only make it all work but touch us deeply too. He does this by making a movie so filled with artifice that it gives us the freedom we need to fully surrender our hearts.
Mini-Review: This Indie "B" made by blacklisters has a few cool Bunuel touches (hairy spider being stepped on, raccoon devouring chickens, numerous close-ups of feet), and the ending is surprisingly tolerant and European: a story that features statutory rape and false racist accusations ends with a hint of hope instead of the murder/suicide combo that a similar "A" Hollywood studio product would require. Scott is fine here too in this his last major role, but still the whole thing never quite jells.
Mini-Review: Extremely intelligent, well-plotted summer blockbuster. For my taste, it is too long, too busy, too noisy, and deficient in the sort of character development that would make us care about these people . . .but then, I'm not the target audience for blockbusters. Still, the world it creates is well-crafted and consistent, and the ending honest yet tantalizingly ambiguous. (My unsolicited advice: cut out 20 minutes of superfluous gunfire, and what you have left is an absorbing two-hour film.)
Mini-Review: Once you accept the idea of blue-eyed Lancaster and Peters as two Apaches on the run, you may find much to admire in this Aldrich film. The action scenes are good, Massai's trip through St. Louis is unique and vivid. and, although the Native Americans speak in the laconic style of old Westerns, dry humor, fierce honor and a reverence for nature reveal themselves beneath the stoicism. Besides, no Native American couple in love had ever been treated so tenderly--or so mercifully--in a Western.
Mini-Review: A good take on "The Most Dangerous Game" with Widmark and Greer chased through Mexican Jungle pursued by a Nazi war criminal and a British traitor. The jungle photographs well, Widmark is more likable than usual, Howard and van Eyck both make cool villains, and Greer gives grace and depth to the thankless role of girl-who-hampers-hero-caught-in-a tight-spot. My favorite part: when the the master race guy turns to his Brit buddy and says, "We have to break the door down. Get some Indians."