I’ve been feeling a little Barry Lyndon-ed out. I’ve seen it too many times. I’ll be taking home the Bluray when it appears sometime next year, of course, but I’ve been wondering how much I can really get into it. Even the greatest films have a saturation point. But I’ve been watching a French-language version over the last hour or so, and somehow it’s come alive again. Removing the dialogue prods the viewer into focusing on that which was always the strongest suit to begin with.
Roughly two months ago a very early draft of Eric Roth‘s screenplay for Killers of the Flower Moon (dated 2.20.17,...
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Frances McDormand‘s Fern was strong but mule-stubborn and at the end of the day self-destructive, and this stunted psychology led...
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Can’t decide which performance is better, although I’ve always leaned toward Tina Vitale, her cynical New Jersey moll behind the...
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Two days ago (1.19) a Facebook tribute congratulated Tippi Hedren for having reached her 94th year (blow out the candles!)...
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A friend suggested a list of the Ten Best American Crime Flicks of the ‘70s. By which he meant films...
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I’ve never been able to give myself over to Sam Peckinpah’s Major Dundee, a 1965 Civil War–era western, and I’ve...
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