Rob gets a gift. I forget what for. This picture was taken a while ago.
Alec Baldwin and the guy who plays Bulldog on ‘Fraiser’ take a bow at “Twentieth Century.” I would’ve had a much better shot, but the guy in front of me stood up at the last second. That’s his ear on the right.
John Schmit had NOT been drinking this evening. Repeat. Had NOT been drinking. This shot represents the power of the “decisive moment” (snapping just as one is blinking) and framing (around other peoples’ empties.) Fascinating, eh?
A mesmerizing character portrait with just a dash of morbid wit. 90% visual, never boring, unpredictable, just plain awesome sensory filmmaking. It would be easy to screw this up, but Ramsay knows what she is doing. I wish there were a subtitle feature on the DVD; the Scottish accents are so thick I had no idea what they were saying. It really sounded like a foreign language. Luckily, this movie really isn’t about dialogue — the script was probably 35 pages. Also, lots of busty women in their underwear, to which I say, “huzzah!”
I want to be first to organize “Rocky Horror”-like screenings of “The Passion of the Christ.”
Everyone brings a crown of thorns, a couple of gallons of fake blood and, of course, a copy of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion. I don’t know how to say “Say It! Say It!” in Aramaic, but I’m looking into it.
Who else is game?
Very effective critique of social classes. “Gosford Park” without the murder. Until the murder at the end. I was a little annoyed at the shooting style; some close-ups would’ve been nice. There’s a nice sequence of wacky slapstick to the tune of “Die Fledermaus” as well as the famous, weighty eve-of-WWII pheasant & rabbitt hunt sequence. This was Truffaut’s favorite movie, so, you know, that’s gotta mean something. I wouldn’t want to watch this again and again, though.
Now this is one fascinating flick. Burt Reynolds, Kris Kristofferson and Jill Clayburgh in an Altman-esque pro football story. There’s a nice tangent here poking fun of est with Burt Convy (!) as a Werner Ehrhard type named Friedrich Bismark. I can’t say this movie is good, but as a time capsule of insane “adult” 70s cinema, it’s some kind of semi-classic.
Watching this again let me sink my teeth into the side characters, the details. This is a real Coen Bros. movie, even if they didn’t create the material. I do think, though, that Catherine Zeta-Jones, while beautiful and probably the only one who could’ve played this role, does miss a few opportunities for comedy. The first dinner sequence between her and Cloony — imagine if it were Frances McDormand or Judy Davis. Either’d've nailed the wine vintage gag better. But who would look like C Z-J in those red dresses?
The best of a growing sub-genre — the 90’s bubble workplace doc. I prefer this to “e-dreams” and “Startup.Com” because it is all verite, very little commentary. And I understood what the company did.