<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422</id><updated>2012-02-15T01:41:09.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Log it Stick it Work it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8002306112980588916</id><published>2012-02-02T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:21:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2012</title><content type='html'>February 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storytelling (Solondz, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Tokyo Story (Ozu, 1953)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Taking of Power by Louis XIV (Rossellini, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Changeling (Medak, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;A Dangerous Method (Cronenberg, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A film about flailing intellectuals and their circuitous intellectual think, and aware of their desire to change the world and the ironies of  their alternating successes and failures to do so.  The ending is  quaintly sentimental, but it's a wonderful way to end the film after all  the film's proper restraint and historical perspective (without forgoing those  things, just melding them with the film's ultimate melancholy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bigger Than Life (Ray, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The Ruling Class (Medak, 1972)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The Wicker Tree (Hardy, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is delightful. If you like your film-making dirty and 70s - spontaneous, non-cookie-cutter, not afraid of honest-to-goodness personality and film-making euphoria - you might be able to forgive the film its numerous failures and embarrassments, and rejoice that Robin Hardy still has the gleeful vision he imbued into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wicker Man&lt;/span&gt;, if now with more outwardly camp goals and compromised [digital age] execution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8002306112980588916?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8002306112980588916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8002306112980588916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8002306112980588916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8002306112980588916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-2012.html' title='February 2012'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8659048632320461848</id><published>2012-01-02T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:38:49.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2012</title><content type='html'>January 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho III (Perkins, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Excalibur (Boorman, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Caché (Haneke, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sleep With Anger (Burnett, 1990)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho II (Franklin, 1983)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Cold Fish (Sono, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Europa (Trier, 1991)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany Year Zero (Rossellini, 1948)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Albert Nobbs (Garcia, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Horse (Spielberg, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story is okay enough.  Survey of war yadda yadda, which is  fine and good, but always tilting towards retrograde in the hands of  fuzzy, the-values-we-hold-dear, let's-keep-on-holding-them-dear  Spielberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Separation (Farhadi, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blistering social observation, and an incredibly well-written dramatic tale of moral complexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame (McQueen, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverseshot.com/article/11_offenses_2011"&gt;Reverse Shot&lt;/a&gt;: "... that he’s gone further and weighed the already heavy film down with  the most self-serious molasses-thick score in recent memory (even a  habitual button-pusher like John Williams would cringe), is arrogance of  the highest order."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanami: Inferno of First Love (Hani, 1968)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcist II: The Heretic (Boorman, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (Fincher, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Zardoz (Boorman, 1974)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son (Dardennes, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Obscure Object of Desire (Bunuel, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Lieutenant (Ferrara, 1992)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;Man (Petty, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Woe is Me (Godard, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8659048632320461848?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8659048632320461848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8659048632320461848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8659048632320461848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8659048632320461848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-2012.html' title='January 2012'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-2491608938801736836</id><published>2011-12-01T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:17:34.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011</title><content type='html'>December 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Muppets (Bobin, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;It only took me sitting through it a second time, but I now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Jason Segel's Muppet movie.  But I can't ignore how miserable that first viewing was.  I think I  could pinpoint my annoyance with the film to two major things: 1) The "faux-musical" schtick.  Musical numbers filmed like ironic jokes, and the whole &lt;i&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/i&gt;, "half-assed-musical" aesthetic that needs to die slowly and painfully.  This said, I now want to own "Life's a Happy Song."  And 2), the scope of this thing is just so damn small.  It is firmly of the  age of the internet video, and the movie just feels like a long, Muppets  spin-off Funny or Die video.  Has the art of puppetry died, or is the  never-ending stream of Muppet-high medium shots an aesthetic choice?&lt;br /&gt;Now that I knew the film had nothing more to offer the Muppets universe  in terms of scale other than hipster humor, I was able to sit back and  process the jokes, the narrative arcs (that I felt were non-existent the  first time around, although of course they're about a man-child, and  "fitting in"), and the detail of Segel, Bobin and co.'s loving &amp;amp;  comprehensive recreation of the Muppets and allusions to their most  endearing bits.&lt;br /&gt;But the scope thing really boils it down.  There isn't a real movie  around this thing.  It's a lip service movie through and through, and you can analogize it  to an SNL sketch spin-off movie that fails to make it movie-sized.  It's  all cute jokes and tribute, no narrative edge, and so it manages to  have too much story and too little story at the same time.  It's  watching the 70s-originating Muppets in this somewhat-acceptable 2000s  Muppet movie (with the lamest cameos ever) that  really makes one miss the dirty, decrepit 70s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo (Scorsese, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Last Laugh (Murnau, 1924)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Tintin (Spielberg, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Puss in Boots (Miller, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Attack the Block (Cornish, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Wings of Desire (Wenders, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Last Tango in Paris (Bertolucci, 1972)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Sitter (Green, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'The Sitter' is about the same level of inspirations and idiocies as 'Your Highness,' but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your Highness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  at least had the conviction of its homage and production scope, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sitter&lt;/span&gt; is a through-and-through lark and pretty throwaway of a project.   Green's thing is throwing things at the screen and hoping it sticks, is  funny, and perhaps is even resonant and interesting, and as per usual,  it's hit, miss, and "Why are you making this movie?  It's ultimately  pretty lazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol (Bird, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Rubber (Dupieux, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Tentacles (Assonitis, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/3 inept/occasionally risible (the movie has an hilariously  negative-trajectory moral sense), 1/3 kinda  delightful/"Whoa-surprise-graceful-camera-work," and then 1/3 pretty cool  creature work.  Which I guess makes it two-thirds "I am charmed." over  one-third "This is mind-numbing and moronic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_391539"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite its reputation of simply being a turd (and with the occasional  permission to check out of the film when it's being tedious), I'm solidly  cataloging this in my "So bad it's good" file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                TrollHunter (Øvredal, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Hunger (McQueen, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Winter's Bone (Granik, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets (Bobin, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Recessive (Kibens, 2011) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Haircut (Choi, 2009) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Call to the Post (Higdon, 2009) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Sundown (Rentis, 2009) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Crime of Monsieur Lange (Renoir, 1936)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Country (Renoir, 1936) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Thompson (Tippet, 2009) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 6&lt;br /&gt;Finish Line (Chen, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 7&lt;br /&gt;Andy (Ahn, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Dos, Por Favor (Two Please) (Euresti, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;17 Meters (Schoenbaum, 2011) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Light Escapes Through the Intervals (Tasaka, 2011) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 6&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and the Dapper Toad (Samuels, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 7&lt;br /&gt;Sully (Gupta, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 6.5&lt;br /&gt;Forever's Gonna Start Tonight (Hittman, 2011) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 6.5&lt;br /&gt;Storm Tiger Mountain (Cummings, 2009) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Bygone Behemoth (Chaskin, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;A Serbian Film (Spasojevic, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarface (Hawks, 1930)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Bomb It (Reiss, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;A Bitter Message of Hopeless Grief (Reiss, 1988)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2491608938801736836?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7325196395409028008</id><published>2011-11-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:27:03.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2011</title><content type='html'>November 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skhizein (Clapin, 2008) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++ / 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Dog (Templeton, 2001) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;Peter and the Wolf (Templeton, 2006) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++ / 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Anna &amp;amp; Bella (Ring, 1984) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 7&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral (Baginsky, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and Desires: Family Ties (Quinn, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++ / 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Food (Svankmajer, 1993) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++ / 8&lt;br /&gt;Tower Heist (Ratner, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;* Kung Fu Panda (Osborne, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Monsters vs Aliens (Letterman &amp;amp; Vernon, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;* Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (Hand, 1937)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Melancholia (von Trier, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A welcome return  by Trier to his Dogme vivacity (over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt;'s aimless formalist portent).  I've long held high-nosed, negative opinions about ceremonies, from graduations to weddings (told myself I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to see this in preparation for the holiday), so the film being prominently an evisceration of any and all worldly contrivances and trivial sentimentality makes von Trier's screenplay an incredibly satisfying work of deep snark.  A movie about the Death of Bullshit (i.e. the world).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap-Toothed Women (Blank, et al., 1987) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;God's Angry Man (Herzog, 1980) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 7&lt;br /&gt;Happy Feet Two (Miller, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Mimic: Sentinel (Petty, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mimic: Sentinel&lt;/i&gt;, aka &lt;i&gt;Mimic 3&lt;/i&gt;, is very low-budg and  inadequate, with a script that hardly comes together (very little  narrative pay-offs in the end), spurts of questionable performing, and  some disappointing fumbled build-up, but ultimately, this J.T. Petty guy  is a marvelous filmmaker.  The first half of the film is fantastic,  it's only when the horror sets in that he and the film begin missing  marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Atalante (Vigo, 1934) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Zero for Conduct (Vigo, 1933) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 7&lt;br /&gt;Bullhead (Roskam, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Lola (Fassbinder, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Bush Mama (Gerima, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Snake Feed (Granik, 1997) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Nocturne (Von Trier, 1980) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 6&lt;br /&gt;Feelings (Solondz, 1984) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Carmen (Payne, 1984) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++ / 6.5&lt;br /&gt;Doodlebug (Nolan, 1997) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;br /&gt;Barn (Mangold, 198?) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+ / 6&lt;br /&gt;Russian Ark (Sokurov, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Fly II (Walas, 1989)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Martha (Fassbinder, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters of the Gion (Mizoguchi, 1936)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Here (Jonze, 2010) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ / 5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Highway (Lynch, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* M (Lang, 1931)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer Rising (Anger, 1972) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;The Red Balloon (Lamorisse, 1956) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ / 6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-7325196395409028008?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7325196395409028008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=7325196395409028008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7325196395409028008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7325196395409028008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-2011.html' title='November 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-9004742953351914901</id><published>2011-10-06T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T01:41:09.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2011</title><content type='html'>October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Mungo (Anderson, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft for Digging (Petty, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn, Witch, Burn (Hayers, 1962)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis (Minnelli, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* Land Without Bread (Buñuel, 1933) (short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ménilmontant (Kirsanoff, 1926) (short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiling Madame Beudet (Dulac, 1923) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Land (Deren, 1944) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;* Un Chien Andalou (Buñuel, 1929) (short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;The Innkeepers (West, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A frustrating film. Ti West, one of the most promising young makers of horror films, has a crutch in his rather quaint love of horror, and it shows  in his films that are alternately fascinating and self-realized, and  complacent and middling.  The best scene in this film is utterly  fascinating, and involves a non-mutual ghost encounter seen through a dominant female, imposing both the ghost and herself on a passive male &lt;span&gt;and passive audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(both male character and us never shown the ghost), and it acts as a brilliant culminating encapsulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of these characters and of emotional texture up to this point, now absolutely locked in the thick of this story about the vying attraction and dread of the extra-ordinary as manifested in two anti-extraordinary people.  But this great height of symbolically evocative film-making is an oasis in a sorely temperate film - not a desert, as it is somewhat verdant with personality and cinematic life, but still mostly dry, as the film marches lockstep along stock-creepy painted  lines, resisting any bold statements in favor of almost indulgent  subtlety (problematic even in West's occasionally shining, abundant investment in buoyant character exploration, which is lovely but excessive and diluting), and the  aforementioned quaint horror geekery that is lulling instead of demanding, asking for vague and non-committal familiarity with West's worlds of the creepy supernatural and the banal dead-end worker, but never pushing statements of milieu and emotion beyond lip service and drollery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is most clear and damning in an epilogue that should feel absolutely necessary - that should be inherently wrought with catharsis or, if limiting to ask of that, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;implication&lt;/span&gt; - yet somehow manages to force feed us pointlessness. It ends with a final  shot that is maddening in its almost smug insistence on West's  debilitating love of modesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skin I Live In (Almodovar, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverseshot.com/article/skin_i_live"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reverse Shot review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coup d'etat (Yoshida, 1973)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigger Man (West, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby of Mâcon (Greenaway, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Havre (Kaurismaki, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands (Cassavetes, 1970)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen and loved Cassavetes films, he always has a level of  abstractness to his films, and in regards to basic plotline, this film  seems the most straightforward - but it's weird (the drunken actions and  ramblings of the characters), meandering, and avoided context  constantly, almost to a point of borderline incoherence.  Its commitment  to presenting a stretch of time of complete drunkenness and  emotional/perceptual chaos is surreal and disorienting enough it  rivals &lt;i&gt;Fellini's Satyricon&lt;/i&gt;. Admirable film, but it was way too wild for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The General (Keaton, 1926)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Kid (Chaplin, 1921) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wayward Cloud (Tsai, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cat's Cradle (Brakhage, 1959) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Window Water Baby Moving (Brakhage, 1962) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Piece (Jim Henson, 1965) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A Movie (Bruce Connor, 1958) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grizzly (Girdler, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À nos amours (Pialat, 1983)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed and Sofa (Room, 1927) (short) (w/ live score)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Dragon Inn (Tsai, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palm Beach Story (Sturges, 1942)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughters of the Dust (Dash, 1991)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possession (Zulawski, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woman (McKee, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faust (Murnau, 1926) (w/ live score)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary Road (Mendes, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* La Bete Humaine (Renoir, 1938)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amateurist (July, 1998) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy Boy Slap Party (Maddin, 1995) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen Sink (Maclean, 1989) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meek's Cutoff (Reichardt, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-9004742953351914901?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-5633121520160311737</id><published>2011-09-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:22:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2011</title><content type='html'>September 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive (Refn, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valuable, artful meditation on the consequences of battle-filled,  masculine lives. Unabashedly romantic and mythopoeic, with its avenging hand taking in vast criminality in a beautiful, neon LA purgatory.  Very much the  same strengths and weaknesses and attributes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Valhalla Rising&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abduction (Singleton, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;A Corner in Wheat (Griffith, 1909) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;Littlerock (Ott, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pointed and unyielding tapestry of really useless people, who  then go on to represent greater national frameworks and their  dissolubility, their clashes, their inadequacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eros Plus Massacre (Yoshida, 1969)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* Marie Antoinette (Coppola, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool (Campos, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Mouchette (Bresson, 1967)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Heart of the World (Maddin, 2000) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;Road to Nowhere (Hellman, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Paisan (Rossellini, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Seconds (Frankenheimer, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Diary of a Chambermaid (Renoir, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Gigi (Minnelli, 1958)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;My Darling Clementine (Ford, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Shooting (Hellman, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The Beaver Trilogy (Harris, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* Some Like It Hot (Wilder, 1959)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Lady Eve (Sturges, 1941)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Crawlspace (Schmoeller, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;White Material (Denis, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Benny's Video (Haneke, 1992)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Ward (Carpenter, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-4390509333516942081</id><published>2011-08-04T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:44:45.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2011</title><content type='html'>August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Idiot Brother (Peretz, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Close-Up (Kiarostami, 1990)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Andrei Rublev (Tarkovsky, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Nightjohn (Burnett, 1996) (TV)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Fright Night (Gillespie, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be Afraid of the Dark (Nixey, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Werckmeister Harmonies (&lt;span class="st"&gt;Tarr, Hranitzky&lt;/span&gt;, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* One, Two, Three (Wilder, 1961)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me, Stupid (Wilder, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;* All About Eve (Mankiewicz, 1950)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;A Woman Is a Woman (Godard, 1961)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Valhalla Rising (Refn, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Ten (Kiarostami, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Alphaville (Godard, 1965)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* The Servant (Losey, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel According to St. Matthew (Pasolini, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* The Exorcist (Friedkin, 1973)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Network (Lumet, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Ossos (Costa, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera (Argento, 1998)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Twin Peaks, Season 2 (Lynch, et al., 1990)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Year With 13 Moons (Fassbinder, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* The Prowler (Zito, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Performance (Cammell, Roeg, 1970)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Friends With Benefits (Gluck, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Rise of the Planet of the Apes (Wyatt, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Muriel, or The Time of Return (Resnais, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Taken (Morel, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8807289024178800980</id><published>2011-07-03T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:32:31.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2011</title><content type='html'>July 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin Peaks, Season 1 (Lynch, et al., 1990)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;La Ronde (Ophuls, 1950)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La Ronde&lt;/i&gt; is formally exquisite, but the film's conceit, while finely  observed, is just barely interesting. Also, rather like a &lt;i&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/i&gt; of the day - too cleverly unequivocal about romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Woods (McKee, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives (Weerasethakul, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Primrose (ABC Stage 67 Episode) (Bogart, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tree of Life (Malick, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I prefer all other Malick films, with their sturdier narratives and  bolder technique less dependent on fragmentary graphical saturation (nothing quite  like &lt;i&gt;Thin Red Line&lt;/i&gt;'s battle scenes here), but this is certainly a wonderful creation. Talk about recapturing childhood textures.  It's the film's biggest boon, how closely it recounts, almost methodically, encyclopedically, all the feelings of childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Evil (Alston, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kubrick, 1968)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding Gate (Assayas, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II (Yates, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super 8 (Abrams, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Supreme entertainment.  If anything, Abrams has guaranteed my butt in a seat for all his movies, just for his lightning-fast filmmaking instincts, creating absolutely dynamic, exciting, and dramatically strong movies and effectively becoming the (if undeniably regressed) heir to the Spielberg mantle by sheer extent of visual adeptness. In matters of substance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" &gt;Super 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;manages to beguile in a number of ways, mostly fall-out from all the indulgences and personal emotional places Abrams readily throws into his admirably ambitious coming-of-age/family drama/action romp/sentimental tapestry/monster flick melange of a screenplay. Ambition does not mean audaciousness, and Abrams's script and directorial appetites prove first-class escapism and juvenilia and not much more (I'll readily concede, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" &gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pizazz it has, though!). Meanwhile, Abrams's sprawling concoction of a story flirts with richness, so that, even if the  story kind of disintegrates in the weak final stretch, the soaringly  emotional and suddenly the-utmost-ridiculous finale works as an absurdly beatific, beatifically absurd, and vaguely knowing encapsulation of the worth of high sentimentality in escapist  cinema, fantastically merging a double-reconciliation of families with a judgmental  monster's divinely-tinged magnetic swiping of humanity's petty articles  (consumer items, a memento mori, and soldiers' guns - one soldier even  clinging to it so desperately he gets served with a moment of small  humiliation), all into the ultimate Spielbergian finale and a be-all, end-all of beautiful final fade-outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window Water Baby Moving (Brakhage, 1962) (short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me In (Reeves, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Being John Malkovich (Jonze, 1999)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Shots of Rum (Denis, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food of the Gods (Gordon, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earrings of Madame de... (Ophuls, 1953)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 8 1/2 (Fellini, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Insidious (Wan, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Crowne (Hanks, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids (Feig, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8807289024178800980?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8807289024178800980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8807289024178800980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8807289024178800980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8807289024178800980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-2011.html' title='July 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3620321970093710666</id><published>2011-06-03T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:44:53.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2011</title><content type='html'>June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Antichrist (Von Trier, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sita Sings the Blues (Paley, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Teacher (Kasdan, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a weird, pointless movie.  Almost translucently thin in story and  real-life-resembling connective tissue.  (It's not unenjoyable, though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Lantern (Campbell, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Hours (Assayas, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source Code (Jones, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;The Adjustment Bureau (Nolfi, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Passion of Joan of Arc (Dreyer, 1928)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass (Vaughn, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Light (Reygadas, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;1941 (Spielberg, 1979)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silence (Bergman, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicksflickpicks.com/silence.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nick's Flick Picks review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2 (Yuh, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I liked this much better than the first (and I did like the first  one).  Do away with the conventional, plot-based action and replace it with  whimsical, almost metaphorical action.  Replace a funny and endearing good guy-vs.-bad guy  plot with a not-quite-as-funny, rather dark tale that evokes historical tragedy and  world-shaping ancient politics.&lt;br /&gt;And the square-one, anti-any-and-all-technology, pro-inner-peace-and-simple-things message plain and simply trumps every other preaching I've seen in any recent movie in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* X-Men: First Class (Vaughn, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men: First Class (Vaughn, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3620321970093710666?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3620321970093710666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3620321970093710666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3620321970093710666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3620321970093710666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2011.html' title='June 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-6285571276188311407</id><published>2011-05-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:34:10.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2011</title><content type='html'>May 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Schindler's List (Spielberg, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean Streets (Scorsese, 1973)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover Part II (Phillips, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker &amp;amp; Dale vs. Evil (Craig, 2010) (Incomplete Workprint)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dressed to Kill (De Palma, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Phantom of the Paradise (De Palma, 1974)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rite (Håfström, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man Escaped (Bresson, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Night of the Scarecrow (De Filetta, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (Murnau, 1927)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet of the Spirits (Fellini, 1965)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thor (Branagh, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Energetic fun with a good sense of wit and irreverence, and also a well-gauged moral-political backbone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I suspect I don't have proper comparison for superhero movies, as the only one I've seen in the last 3-4 years is &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Unto Death (Resnais, 1984)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordet (Dreyer, 1955)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home (Kurosawa, 1989)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I Walked With a Zombie (Tourneur, 1943)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6285571276188311407?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3637133752098501546</id><published>2011-04-03T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:27:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2011</title><content type='html'>April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force of Evil (Polansky, 1948)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Fast Five (Lin, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre (Zeffirelli, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;These Are the Damned (Losey, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Time of the Wolf (Haneke, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;A Taste of Cherry (Kiarostami, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Mortuary (Hooper, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Your Highness (Green, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did not find this horribly odious (though isolated, minor scenes  approach the "Not funny, not cool" spectrum) or unpleasant, and I'd say I  enjoyed it about as much as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  I'd say Green  and writer Danny McBride's spoof/gag film comedy benefits from having  the structure of fantasy film's formula and action set-pieces, and  provides a clearer path for [half-assed] satire and lampooning, over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s vague pot proselytizing and vague character-driven dramatizing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sucker Punch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, if you hated the trailer, you'll hate the  film.  But even McBride's "profanity in a period setting" running joke  is handled much better than the critics would lead you to believe, and  Green, as in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, does not lack for interesting and  idiosyncratic directorial decisions, even though these comedies of his  have no interest in being good or of any higher purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobehooperappreciationsociety.tumblr.com/post/4713970332/stage-fright-alfred-hitchcock-1950-also"&gt;Stage Fright&lt;/a&gt; (Hitchcock, 1950)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Day of Wrath (Dreyer, 1943)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slantmagazine.com/house/2008/08/day-of-wrath-church-of-cinema/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day of Wrath, Church of Cinema by Sam Boone at The House Next Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fright Night (Gillespie, 2011) (Preview Cut)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Passion (Sondheim/Lapine musical, TV broadcast)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre (Fukunaga, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Child (Russell, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;The Lady from Shanghai (Welles, 1947)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Insidious (Wan, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Band of Outsiders (Godard, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3637133752098501546?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3637133752098501546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3637133752098501546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3637133752098501546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3637133752098501546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-2011.html' title='April 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3474132036652252837</id><published>2011-03-12T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:07:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2011</title><content type='html'>March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Apache (Ford, 1948)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Sucker Punch (Snyder, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interesting.  Snyder trades in objectifying men and battle for  objectifying women and victimhood, and suddenly I'm sympathetic to  Snyder's moronic cinema.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; he's a-okay with me as a moral person (vis-a-vis as a filmmaker), since, as his first originally written work, it's not a black hole of morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have to admire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sucker Punch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for one thing: it baits moviegoers  pretending to be a kick-butt-female action-fantasy movie, and then it turns out to be the grimmest of  women's pictures, with a surprising deal of compassion for the weakest of  the female suffering and a surprise theme that promotes the story of the complex and internal girl  over the merely female or kickass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can't recommend the film, though, and I mean that in the most  non-pretentious, "Is it a good time out to the movies?" way.   It's a  real chore to sit through.  The script itself is a complete misstep: the  film's series of systematic action sequences are  the definition of redundant and pointless to endure.  You need to  seriously beware if even the trailers had you rolling your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream 2 (Craven, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;The Pillow Book (Greenaway, 1996)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Alamar (Gonzalez -Rubio, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Paul (Mottola, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;The Big Store (Reisner, 1941)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity 2 (Williams, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Battle: Los Angeles (Liebesman, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profondoreeeed.tumblr.com/post/3976386784/queen-christina-rouben-mamoulian-1933"&gt;Queen Christina&lt;/a&gt; (Mamoulian, 1933)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Private Fears in Public Places (Resnais, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Life is a a Bed of Roses (Resnais, 1983)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Go West (Buzzell, 1940)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Stray Dog (Kurosawa, 1949)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3474132036652252837?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3474132036652252837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3474132036652252837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3474132036652252837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3474132036652252837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-2011.html' title='March 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-4560134118872458365</id><published>2011-02-08T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:29:50.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2011</title><content type='html'>February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lair of the White Worm (Russell, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Autumn Sonata (Bergman, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;True Grit (Coen Brothers, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This movie drags its feet &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;, with a middle section that seems  grossly lackadaisical for the Coens, but it gains its footing again for  a rousing - but also unusual - final twenty or so minutes.  I also  think it has more on its modernist plate than given credit for, as the  revelation of the Josh Brolin character and that whirlwind, elegiac  final night ride that leaves an ever-growing series of dead or tired out  bodies behind it (never again seen in the film) are prime bits of  Western deconstruction.  Also thought the epilogue was of an exquisite  wryness and absolutely integral to the film's gentle poignancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 Hours (Boyle, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Has virtues similar to Sean Penn's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/span&gt;, but this would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/span&gt; but dumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried (Cortes, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (Akerman, 1975)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Greenberg (Baumbach, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicksflickpicks.com/greenbrg.html"&gt;Nick's Flick Picks on GREENBERG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Horizon (Anderson, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Vincere (Bellocchio, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobehooperappreciationsociety.tumblr.com/post/3288115124/wild-grass-2009-dir-alan-resnais-the"&gt;Wild Grass&lt;/a&gt; (Resnais, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray (Waters, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;A Prophet (Audiard, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Enter the Void (Noé, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-4560134118872458365?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4560134118872458365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=4560134118872458365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4560134118872458365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4560134118872458365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-2011.html' title='February 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3659862641727964302</id><published>2011-01-03T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:57:14.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2011</title><content type='html'>January 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witchboard (Tenney, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite the apparent rating, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witchboard&lt;/span&gt; is shockingly not bad, nor trying to be bad (which was refreshing), with shocking attention to logic and character intelligence. Ultimately stupid, though. Sucky finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's Speech (Hooper, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;What Have You Done to Solange? (Dallamano, 1972)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Writer (Polanski, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Dogtooth (Lanthimos, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Oath (Poitras, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Mother (Bong, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Trash Humpers (Korine, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;* Fiend Without a Face (Crabtree, 1958)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Raising Cain (De Palma, 1992)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Crazies (Eisner, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Season of the Witch (Sena, 2011)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Tangled (Greno &amp;amp; Howard, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I (Yates, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;I'm Still Here (Affleck, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Black Swan (Aronofsky, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3659862641727964302?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3659862641727964302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3659862641727964302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3659862641727964302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3659862641727964302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-2011.html' title='January 2011'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8752821672326144514</id><published>2010-12-06T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:18:42.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2010</title><content type='html'>December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Love (Guadagnino, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Precious (Daniels, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas Evil (Jackson, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Burnt Offerings (Curtis, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Last Airbender (Shyamalan, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World (Wright, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Devil (Dowdle, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Kill Baby, Kill (Bava, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.5&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Else (Ade, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Birth (Glazer, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Yates, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;The Forest from the Trees (Ade, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cringe-inducing movie, but in the good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femme Fatale (De Palma, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Train Your Dragon (Deblois &amp;amp; Sanders, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altered States (Russell, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Seventh Seal (Bergman, 1957)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8752821672326144514?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8752821672326144514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8752821672326144514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8752821672326144514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8752821672326144514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010.html' title='December 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8494699113591219317</id><published>2010-12-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:09:58.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 OF NOVEMBER</title><content type='html'>1. Through a Glass Darkly&lt;br /&gt;2. Stardust Memories&lt;br /&gt;3. Dead of Night&lt;br /&gt;4. The Black Cat&lt;br /&gt;5. Murders in the Rue Morgue&lt;br /&gt;6. The Girl Who Knew Too Much&lt;br /&gt;7. The Limits of Control&lt;br /&gt;8. Inception&lt;br /&gt;9. Session 9&lt;br /&gt;10. Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8494699113591219317?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8494699113591219317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8494699113591219317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8494699113591219317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8494699113591219317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-10-of-november.html' title='TOP 10 OF NOVEMBER'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-2173046375528074321</id><published>2010-11-01T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:46:41.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2010</title><content type='html'>November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Inception (Nolan, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dead of Night (Cavalcanti et al., 1945)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Watchmen (Snyder, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Session 9 (Anderson, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Through A Glass Darkly (Bergman, 1961)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limits of Control (Jarmusch, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust Memories (Allen, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma! (Zinnemann, 1955)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;The Raven (Friedlander, 1935)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder in the Rue Morgue (Foley, 1932)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="blackcat"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Black Cat (Ulmer, 1934)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slantmagazine.com/film/review/the-black-cat/1135"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh Vasquez (SLANT MAGAZINE) on The Black Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Who Knew Too Much (Bava, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2173046375528074321?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2173046375528074321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=2173046375528074321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2173046375528074321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2173046375528074321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-2010-black-cat-ulmer-1934-7.html' title='November 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-5153443515555975005</id><published>2010-11-01T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:06:32.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 OF OCTOBER</title><content type='html'>1. Bigger Than Life&lt;br /&gt;2. Martin&lt;br /&gt;3. Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens&lt;br /&gt;4. The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;5. Planet of the Vampires&lt;br /&gt;6. Night Tide&lt;br /&gt;7. Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs&lt;br /&gt;8. Masters of Horror: Dance of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;9. The Plague of the Zombies&lt;br /&gt;10. Tales from the Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-5153443515555975005?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5153443515555975005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=5153443515555975005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5153443515555975005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5153443515555975005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/11/top-10-of-october.html' title='TOP 10 OF OCTOBER'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-5760299049837968314</id><published>2010-10-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:17:48.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2010</title><content type='html'>October 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Equinox: A Journey Into the Supernatural (Woods et al., 1970)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (Murnau, 1922)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;New Nightmare (Craven, 1994)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (Lord &amp;amp; Miller, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.5&lt;br /&gt;* Planet of the Vampires (Bava, 1965)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabid Dogs (Bava, 1974)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tales from the Hood (Cundieff, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Night Tide (Harrington, 1961)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="humancentipede"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Human Centipede (First Sequence) (Six, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid and mostly shoddy, but it at least approaches fulfilling its provocative premise with the needed poignancy and sense of the ordeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plague of the Zombies (Gilling, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="biggerthanlife"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bigger Than Life (Ray, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prowler&lt;/span&gt; as a 50s film that slow-burns through a seemingly prosaic set-up but eventually blows up to mind-blowing allegorical proportions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "The Damned Thing" (Hooper, 2006) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 2) (TV Series)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;2.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://tobehooperappreciationsociety.tumblr.com/post/1333314806/masters-of-horror-dance-of-the-dead-2005"&gt;"Dance of the Dead"&lt;/a&gt; (Hooper, 2005) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 1) (TV Series)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=hellboundhellraiser"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellbound: Hellraiser (Randel, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too bad director Tony Randel only went on to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amityville &lt;/span&gt;sequel and Power Rangers episodes, because he does shockingly A-class work here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* Martin (Romero, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House That Dripped Blood (Duffell, 1971)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard of Gore (Lewis, 1970)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-network-david-fincer-2010.html"&gt;The Social Network&lt;/a&gt; (Fincher, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-5760299049837968314?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5760299049837968314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=5760299049837968314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5760299049837968314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5760299049837968314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-2010.html' title='October 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7471380383191395948</id><published>2010-10-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:12:58.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 OF SEPTEMBER</title><content type='html'>1. Johnny Guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. McCabe &amp;amp; Mrs. Miller&lt;br /&gt;3. The Thin Red Line&lt;br /&gt;4. Cries and Whispers&lt;br /&gt;5. Eyes Wide Shut&lt;br /&gt;6. Empire of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;7. Ponyo&lt;br /&gt;8. We Own the Night&lt;br /&gt;9. It's Alive III: Island of the Alive&lt;br /&gt;10. Cowards Bend the Knee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-7471380383191395948?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7471380383191395948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=7471380383191395948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7471380383191395948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7471380383191395948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/10/top-10-of-september.html' title='TOP 10 OF SEPTEMBER'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-6353833638024280133</id><published>2010-09-03T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:55:19.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2010</title><content type='html'>September 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Own the Night (Gray, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo (Miyazaki, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat (Smith, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Cowards Bend the Knee (Maddin, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Blood Feast (Lewis, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;* It's Alive III: Island of the Alive (Cohen, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Machete (Rodriguez &amp;amp; Maniquis, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Fred: The Movie (Weiner, 2010) (TV)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;2.5&lt;br /&gt;A Perfect Couple (Altman, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Town (Affleck, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Hellraiser (Barker, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare (Talalay, 1991)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Wide Shut (Kubrick, 1999)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* It Lives Again (Cohen, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Empire of the Sun (Spielberg, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* Johnny Guitar (Ray, 1954)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Munich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is erudite and well-informed and exquisitely political and all, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Johnny Guitar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; an anti-prejudice, anti-violence/retaliation film.  Such a lovely film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomb of Ligeia (Corman, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Village of the Damned (Carpenter, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island (Scorsese, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*spoilers* Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt; equates the institutional man's (the "institutional man" being any man belonging to an institution... "America" for most and most generally) greatest nightmares - as law men, as psychologists, as ideologues and activists, as "men of violence" - with the world's grandest, most maniacal, human-devouring conspiracy, as if conspiracy is what has to exist for the world's greatest atrocities to occur.   And as imperturbable as grand conspiracy and great atrocity is, the mind may only be able to cope with it through madness that is less intrinsic to a mind but contrived by both events and the manipulations of cunning minds who doctor and engineer sanity to their wishing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt;'s use of genre tropes - the grizzled cop, the conspiracy games, the tormenting ghosts - is a sly acknowledgment of genre diversions - like cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, heroes and madmen - as indulgences of a temporary madness, one that is impotent to effect the "true fantasies" of genocide and high-level machinations. DiCaprio's reformed Uncle Sam's boy may wish to excavate truth and recover order, but ultimately his lofty desires are just smoke and mirrors, and relegated to role-play for a delusional mind.  "In hopes to convince you how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; it is!" one character exclaims to him late in the film. Perhaps, but how far off is any a disturbed mind's concoctions from the real world?  Scorsese and the screenwriter stack it high the fact that DiCaprio's character is in fact a sufferer of true delusions, but the tableau of the film is clear: that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; these terrible things - from political obfuscation to great wars to mad housewives - are all but possible, and they're all such mad fantasies (or should have stayed so), both the true and hallucinated.  A welcome ambiguity in the final coda suggests some men (and women) - often the violent kind - simply do rule the world, and that, out of those who don't, the madmen have got the right idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That said, I didn't like the film very much.  Having style does not a great film make, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt;'s highly flamboyant style is often diverting, but often not much more than distraction and hollow playfulness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;(I will admit, though, Scorsese's bombastic use of an appropriated score is a pleasure, and reminds me how anemic film scoring can be nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Scorsese's anti-continuity tricks and hallucinogenic optical illusions were less expressive as they were contrived. The performances are uniformly fine, with DiCaprio the weak link, not because he is bad, which he isn't, but because he's terribly miscast.  He plays it either too big or too small, likely in the need to step up to a role he's not fit for, when everyone around him is fitted perfectly. (Michelle Williams again proves herself one of the most capable young actors in Hollywood.) The film is bloated and overlong, its primary narrative and tonal approach being rather condescending-to-genre-film B-movie silliness, an approach that failed entirely to engage me at much emotional level.  Rather than letting any of its thick ruminations sink in, the film is contented fucking with audience's heads and to merely amuse; amuse and dazzle with lurid shocks and flashy cinematography. The traces of poignancy that Scorsese no doubt does sense in the material he ultimately fails to respect. The film feels coldly planned and plotted, and its convoluted approach becomes tiresome and uninspired, and stinks of a complacence with the insinuating notion of "genre film mediocrity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Thin Red Line (Malick, 1998)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Thin Red Line&lt;/span&gt; is a superb and audacious mix of meander and tense extended battle sequences; certainly one of the most powerful depictions of the sheer meaningless of everything in combat. Jim Caviezel's Florence Nightingale of Kentucky boy WWII soldiers is a great character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* McCabe &amp;amp; Mrs. Miller (Altman, 1971)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Destroy all the myths of heroism," Altman claims was his goal with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McCabe &amp;amp; Mrs. Miller&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Business power and the way of the gun Altman successfully fixes to the top of the food chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobehooperappreciationsociety.tumblr.com/post/1066320275/stephen-sondheim-songs-i-wish-id-written-at-least-in"&gt;Wolfen&lt;/a&gt; (Wadleigh, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tobehooperappreciationsociety.tumblr.com/post/1060968381/cries-and-whispers-1972-the-doctors-touch"&gt;Cries and Whispers&lt;/a&gt; (Bergman, 1972)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6353833638024280133?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6353833638024280133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=6353833638024280133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6353833638024280133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6353833638024280133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-2010.html' title='September 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-6334629281244021600</id><published>2010-09-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:19:25.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 OF AUGUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. The New World (Malick)&lt;br /&gt;2. Baby Doll (Kazan)&lt;br /&gt;3. A Streetcar Named Desire (Kazan)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nashville (Altman)&lt;br /&gt;5. A Wedding (Altman)&lt;br /&gt;6. The Funhouse (Hooper)&lt;br /&gt;7. The Masque of the Red Death (Corman)&lt;br /&gt;8. The White Ribbon (Haneke)&lt;br /&gt;9. Tropical Malady (Weerasethakul)&lt;br /&gt;10. Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull's History Lesson (Altman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (Huston), The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Hooper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6334629281244021600?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6334629281244021600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=6334629281244021600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6334629281244021600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6334629281244021600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-10-of-august.html' title='TOP 10 OF AUGUST'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-4150225948087714633</id><published>2010-08-08T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:10:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2010</title><content type='html'>August 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Pianist (Polanski, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Munich (Spielberg, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;The White Ribbon (Haneke, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (Harlin, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lottery Ticket (White, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (Russell, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant (Stevens, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A Wedding (Altman, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New World (Malick, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tropical Malady (Weerasathakul, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certainly a wondrous, open-hearted movie whose spell over people is completely justified. I still find it uneven - it's not a very tight film, it prides itself in cinematographic imprecision too often (a sort of shapeless visual pretension that often dogs Claire Denis films), and it feels like a lot of shots are thrown in there without form or sustained impact. I think Weerasathakul definitely stepped it up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syndromes and a Century&lt;/span&gt; with much more controlled and carefully orchestrated cinematography. But these really are all nitpicks for a quite magical film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favorite aspect of the film is how our point of identification remains the rough, experienced soldier character, yet how - in the second half explicitly, but even the first half - the unassuming boy he falls for is the teasing, unaccountably cunning and careful-footed figure of mystery (Ed Gonzalez perceptively calls out the boy's hand-licking as vaguely &lt;a href="http://www.slantmagazine.com/film/review/tropical-malady/1182"&gt;"condescending"&lt;/a&gt;). The soldier's earnest hunt for him in the 2nd half follows perfectly organically, and the moody 2nd half I didn't care for before (and still have my qualms with...) really effectively elevates their relationship to the mystic and all-natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Nashville (Altman, 1975)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull's History Lesson (Altman, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very likely to be considered one of Altman's less immediately impressive and affecting films, and for legitimate reasons, but it's still a strong and indelibly atmospheric work. Its commentary is a bit thudding and on-the-nose, its humor often broad, without the expected amount of Altman's off-kilter strangeness and seizing ambiguity to elevate the material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many characters seemed uninvolved in the thematic fabric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt; has many caricatures, but it made each surprise us with extreme moments of pathos; this doesn't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Things were too clear cut, like making Annie Oakley the lonely humanist in the troupe. Also, this employs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;'s flat, documentary-like directing, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt; had much more varied and malleable environments to cover, as opposed to the campground of this set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street Part II (Sholder, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A Nightmare on Elm Street (Craven, 1984)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (Huston, 1948)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Masque of the Red Death (Corman, 1964)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Hooper, 1974)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* The Funhouse (Hooper, 1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Town Called Panic (Aubier &amp;amp; Patar, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Match Point (Allen, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt (Shanley, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncanny.  Who knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt; would turn out to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The X-Files: I Want to Believe&lt;/span&gt; without the genre trappings... and resultant, 2008 the year of contemplating the plight of the pedophile! Thematically, they're practically twins, with the Catholic Church the stuffy institution instead of the FBI. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt; is of course the more implicating (the Roman Catholic Orthodoxy as topical as it is) and even-handed film, with no miracle of retribution allowed to either the deluded, rationalizing, ultimately culpable priest or the dying, oppressive, morally naive order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I liked and respected &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt; very much, even though, especially after reading reviews, I can see how the austerity of the stage is far more appropriate for this than the theatrical, visual melodrama of film. What would be enticing ambiguity on stage is distracting fishing-for-clues in routine medium close-up. The film makes the material seem evasive and intent on tricking the viewer. I think it was Walter Chaw that aptly criticized it as devolving into a "whodunnit" by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Streetcar Named Desire (Kazan, 1951)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Young filmmakers should just drop everything and adapt a Tennessee Williams play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby Doll (Kazan, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despicable Me (Coffin &amp;amp; Renaud, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What &lt;i&gt;Punch-Drunk Love&lt;/i&gt; does for love, this does for parenthood, only, for this film, that isn't a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't Look Up (Chan, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-4150225948087714633?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4150225948087714633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=4150225948087714633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4150225948087714633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4150225948087714633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-2010.html' title='August 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8394647918047459557</id><published>2010-07-04T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:29:09.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2010</title><content type='html'>July 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasomnia (Malone, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Naked Kiss (Fuller, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="inception"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inception (Nolan, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Corporate Spy's Soul. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Slick, grandiose pablum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie has heart, and if anything, soulless it is not. On the surface, it's a very competent, well-thought-out thriller/mind-bender; underneath, it has the virtue of Nolan's ambition and audaciousness, and he has succeeded in big blockbuster action movie-making that has genuine passion, soul, and a need to communicate an emotional story. The film reveals itself in the end to be filled with a refreshing anti-cynicism, where we get corporate shenanigans that can actually morph into personal, positive odysseys for all involved. Are anyone's nasty energy industry take-overs panning out or not? Is it all peachy because the goodness-of-life has been affirmed so mind-blowingly for even the entrepreneurs? The film effectively circumvents those quandaries. This is movie-fantasy, where the illusions and the romances of such are all that matters.  If it lacks in practical considerations - such as the nitty-gritty of dream technology, the ethical history of such, or any relevant social or political worldviews held by itself or its A-team roster of vaguely self-involved dream frolickers and science mercenaries - it's because it's one of those metaphoric emotional-journey films first and foremost.  If it is one ultimately devoted to a complete cipher of a main character, one without any apparent principles outside of a Love-of-My-Life complex, then that is the fable Nolan visions. If any social prerogative is evident, it is that it is the most privileged and most comfortable who get to dream for recreation (we just have to hope their dreams leave them happy enough that they don't fuck us little people over). There is little doubt DiCaprio's reunion with his children is a moment to warm the heart, but it is all in spite of the fact he and his wife had it all coming, shooting up on subsidized dream vacations and turning a blind eye (and still turning a blind eye...) to the unethical power this technology harnesses. Anyway, while Nolan's thesis is often simplistic, it is also often provocative: dreams and ideas implanted can both build prisons and "build nations."  Its deeming "nation-building" at its most monumental when it sprouts from the mere personal catharsis of a lovelorn man or an anguished son is a combination of intriguing, beguiling, and naive - and the film would be perceptive if it actually had a sense of its naivete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thematic content aside, before the often thrilling last half (that is, the whole "Heist"), the movie plays out like a feature-length montage, which is no compliment considering my very low opinion of the all-too-common cinematic shorthand that is the montage sequence. I get it that sometimes that's what the film is going for - disjointed narrative for a film about dreams - but Nolan's anemic screenwriting seems to think the only way to create circulation is fragmentation - not of textures and narrative idiosyncrasy, but of banal exposition, thus serving only to make more and more incredulous a story already teetering on the cliff of credulity. The "planning" chunk exists off an unbearable over-dependence on exceedingly pithy discursive on dream logistics that would - in a different, less prosaic context - be tolerable, if it weren't exacerbated more so when mixed with the film's endless, endless non-scenes! Making it even worse, did Zimmer's violins have to be gnawing away underneath the entire film, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eye of the Tiger&lt;/span&gt; during a Rocky training sequence? Is this the only way Nolan can weave together a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some final straws: Nolan's a heavy stylist and every beat of the film is built upon effects - thrills, cool tricks, and a host of obnoxiously clever ideas - that have little to do with intricacy or complexity; the script is the same way, with schmaltz and circumlocution poured liberally over the dialogue; the unadorned action movie antics are well compared to a James Bond flick and take away from the strong imagery often achieved (in its show-offy, dazzle-inclined way, anyway), and as a result we get a premise, which is more suited for the magical realism genre, burdened by literalism. Think along the lines of a bungled treatment of the premise to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt;. Cotillard's character's psychology could've been fascinating and deeply unsettling but it's written away into accessibility.  The ending is less ambiguous as it is revealing of the film's dependence on external, very impersonal symbols, as well as its commitment to the puzzle, instead of on  its half-convincing attempts to conjure an emotional core or its half-baked attempts to apply a cogent real-world context to its dream spy story.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Recommended Reviews:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bigother.com/2010/08/08/seventeen-ways-of-criticizing-inception/"&gt;Big Other on Inception&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Inferno (Argento, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Suspiria (Argento, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been critical of &lt;i&gt;Suspiria&lt;/i&gt;, agreeing with many detractors about that rubber stamp on its forehead proclaiming "STYLE OVER SUBSTANCE." Its fairy-tale simpleness, a children's tale nightmare, made it easy to condescend to, as it even lacks the knowingly loaded softcore-isms of giallo/Eurotrash tradition, which mix a knowingly fraudulent concoction of low culture titillation and damningly universal psycho-sexual mimicry-cum-analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But &lt;i&gt;Suspiria&lt;/i&gt; may have considerable credibility as the often-cited Argento masterpiece (although that mantel may, for myself, still go to &lt;i&gt;Tenebre&lt;/i&gt;, after my most recent, somewhat disappointed viewing of &lt;i&gt;Deep Red&lt;/i&gt;), undermining my long held dismissals. It stands strong as a spectacular and consistently stunning film, with, I'd say, just as equal a study on perception and experience as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep Red&lt;/span&gt;, without that film's opportunistic distractions and shaky moral (non-)center. At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suspiria&lt;/span&gt;, in spite of all the still-extant flaws, one can see as building a thin but at least concentrated and purified picture of petty little girls and fascistic, entitled, hypocritical administrators/witches, building it carefully instead of haphazardly, with an eye for awe-inspiring horror instead of mere uncontextualized masochism, which &lt;i&gt;Deep Red&lt;/i&gt; suffers from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* The Thing (Carpenter, 1982)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Soldiers (Dante, 1998)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster House (Kenan, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker (Tarkovsky, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Brave Little Toaster (Rees, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Maniac (Lustig, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maniac&lt;/span&gt; has got a handful of things going on for it, I'll give it that. Lustig's not the hack filmmaker - he's got a knack for powerful editing rhythms (the doomed foreplay of the first scene's hooker), lush and potent imagery (e.g. the modeling session, the female photographer's walls of imagery), and the film has a number of elegant (sometimes even stunning) tracking shots that jar with the seediness around them (like those patterned shots of Spinell returning to his apartment). But while it's a skilled (you get the feeling Lustig is schooled in horror and the masters, with one sequence a clear homage to the dark street stalking in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cat People&lt;/span&gt;) and atmospheric approximating of the mind of a maniac, it's an exploitation picture through and through, one that's ultimately unfailingly sensationalistic and morbid and high on victim-fear. The movie does a lot of interesting things, things that suggest the film as more darkly comic than just an abject exercise in fear-preying (Fernando Croce of &lt;a href="http://www.cinepassion.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinepassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; calls the film's odd fog-filled climax a sly "trompe l'oeill"), but its ends do not live up to its very capable means.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Toy Story 3 (Unkrich, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8394647918047459557?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8394647918047459557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8394647918047459557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8394647918047459557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8394647918047459557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-2010.html' title='July 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-370890704988137610</id><published>2010-06-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:12:46.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2010</title><content type='html'>June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Killer Klowns From Outer Space (Chiodo, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Way For Tomorrow (McCarey, 1937)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;--- Blubbering fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Comfort (Hill, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showgirls (Verhoeven, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland (Burton, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Beyond (Fulci, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;* Deep Red (Argento, 1975)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lost in Translation (Coppola, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Tobe Hooper's Night Terrors (Hooper, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Tokyo Sonata (Kurosawa, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Habit (Fessenden, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wendigo (Fessenden, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Cut (Campion, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lurid serial killer story is really ho-hum, sub-mass market paperback material, and is dislodged from the character study working through it.  The film is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; soaked in imagery, and the hyper-dreaminess taken on for the climax only works to take us completely out of the mind and will of our protagonist.  Nevertheless, if there's anything I uniformly love about Campion's films, it's that her female protagonists are meticulously written and thought out as to be so indistinguishable from men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tourist Trap (Schmoeller, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quills (Kaufman, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Day of the Dead (Romero, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Monkey Shines (Romero, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monkey Shines&lt;/i&gt; is an intriguing  and risky film, with odd, perverse psychology being rooted at and a  knowing cheekiness in support of that (Fernando Croce: it's a film  "expressed in satirical Hitchcockisms"), but ultimately, I don't think it's too successful.  It's a  little stiff, a little dry, and that psychological study is a little  simplistic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Land of the Dead (Romero, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Battle Royale (Fukasaku, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;||||8&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Princess and the Frog (Clements &amp;amp; Musker, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-370890704988137610?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/370890704988137610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=370890704988137610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/370890704988137610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/370890704988137610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-2010.html' title='June 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-2890069318937464112</id><published>2010-05-12T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:52:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2010</title><content type='html'>May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exterminating Angel (Bunuel, 1962)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Medea Goes to Jail (Perry, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the Dead (Romero, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Reviews:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mubi.com/notebook/posts/1804"&gt;Ignatiy Vishnevetsky on Survival of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Satyricon (Fellini, 1969)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Poltergeist III (Sherman, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Moon (Jones, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Poltergeist II (Gibson, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;The Science of Sleep (Gondry, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/span&gt; isn't as heart-achingly sentimental as 'Eternal Sunshine,' but they're very much sister films in that they both explore aspects of ephemeral relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILERS:&lt;/span&gt; Didn't expect 'Science' to be quite so bitter, though - I was thoroughly expecting a happy ending. I must have been blinded by the whimsy, though, because, thinking back, the signs all point to the ending we get. It's quite a rug-pulling film. In the first half, we think the match is made before it begins. But then the film's truth-telling comes out: if a match is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; made, you can't just be friends. Friends aren't lovers. If you're dancing around each other like you're thinking it's too convenient to be adult or exciting, someone's gonna grow out of the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The final tantrum works too well, an uncomfortable summation of what can't exist in a fine-lined platonic relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very effective film. Shortcomings are there, gave it a 7, but won't go into those since critics already have had at it. They really didn't like this movie very much, and even my most insightful and sensitive pet online critics really hate on the self-indulgence. Perhaps it hits too close to home for too many people. Many reviews insist that Stephane is made "an intentionally unlikable" protagonist or whatnot, but in doing so they seem to ignore the bleak implications. There is concerted effort to dissociate with Stephane by focusing on all his craziness, but the final truths the film is telling in no way necessitate you being a Stephane man-child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Memories of Murder (Bong, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broadly played but still intelligent, a bit too "cop movie" but still nuanced with its characters.  Very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zodiac&lt;/span&gt; - rich in cultural detail and implicit commentary, in this case dealing with political upheaval, small town complacence, and big establishmentarian impotence. Loved the small town cops and their banter.  A careful mix of endearing qualities and [dumb] corruption, the bad cop's fate is a brilliant touch and a perfect encapsulation of the power and weakness wrestling within our appointed strong arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, the film felt too ridden by style for style's sake, and a greater point doesn't quite come through all the bombast and conventional action movie antics. The ending proves quite haunting, though, and finally lands the punch deserved by the film's deft balance of farce and palpably dark emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the feeling that it's a paen to the cop, in spite of the overt evidence otherwise.  Even if they deserve their ridicule, the film is most beguiling when forced to tolerate their dumb humanity.  It's an ode to grunts. Odd, but their dimwittedness provokes more sympathy than distaste, and their corruption is more symptom of that than the other way around. The smooth-handed suspect calls them out for their corruption, yet by that point we're as convinced as the detectives are that this guy is totally the killer and, in the finale, we understand what a frustrating, consistently demeaning and ball-busting job it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The House of Mirth (Davies, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Intolerable Cruelty (Coen Brothers, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Wise Blood (Huston, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Splice (Natali, 2010)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first third or so threatens the same generic craft of the typical Hollywood genre flick, but as the film enters its increasingly  demented, lonely-barn-set second half, Natali finally starts getting into it, enlivening the proceedings with some dripping family gothic. Natali, the up-and-coming master of the laboriously, naifly over-visualized concept film, at least isn't entirely vapid with his drama (although not that it's brilliant drama, either), and it shows in how knowingly he pushes buttons, then how willing he is to mute it all with wryness and tonal good sense, in follow-up moments that both ground and self-analyze, whether it is in the visuals or the riotous drama involved (example: the treatment of the aftermath of Brody's paternal transgression). The film is an energetic, not-at-all somber sci-fi-horror parable involving Polley and Brody playing science wunderkinds and power couple, a delightful Macbeth/Lady Macbeth variation (or Frankenstein/Lady Frankenstein, more accurately) that Natali thankfully gives much color and black dramedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial (Spielberg, 1982)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2890069318937464112?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2890069318937464112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=2890069318937464112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2890069318937464112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2890069318937464112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2010.html' title='May 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-6149021182026050738</id><published>2010-04-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:42:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2010</title><content type='html'>April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All That Jazz (Fosse, 1979)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;* Minority Report (Spielberg, 2002)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Hausu (Obayashi, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Color Purple (Spielberg, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Prowler (Losey, 1951)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;White Dog (Fuller, 1982)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Boom (Losey, 1968)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* The Man Who Wasn't There (Coen, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;King &amp;amp; Country (Losey 64)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Modesty Blaise (Losey, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has there ever been so unsuccessful a film as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modesty Blaise?&lt;/span&gt; It just keeps on  failing and shooting itself in the foot. I think I'm a big Losey fan by  this point - he's an artsy, pretentious guy with too many ideas in his  head. In this film, though, it's like, ease the hell up with the  cinematic pontification - this type of material needs some sense of  commercial narrativity to work and indulging in incessant musical  juxtoposition is not going to engage the viewer! And I can appreciate  his playing Continental iconoclasm with another culture, but those were  some of the worst Arabs ever put to film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blind Date (Losey,  1959)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blind Date&lt;/span&gt; was a  textured, thinking-human's crime-mystery film, Losey's class-oriented  concerns and stormy visual intensity figuring heavily into the subtext,  but if it didn't have one of the most ludicrous premises ever. Losey's  on his A-game, but again, the film shows his way of occasionally veering  into very overripe melodrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6149021182026050738?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6149021182026050738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=6149021182026050738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6149021182026050738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6149021182026050738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(Losey, 1954)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* An American Werewolf in London (Landis, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;M (Losey, 1951)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3362147058628109136?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3362147058628109136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3362147058628109136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3362147058628109136'/><link rel='self' 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255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* My Man Godfrey (LaCava, 1936)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The House of the Devil (West, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* The 39 Steps (Hitchcock, 1935)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* The Return of the Living Dead (O'Bannon, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* Lifeforce (Hooper, 1985) (US Cut)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;inferior&lt;br /&gt;Bright Star (Campion, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;A Serious Man (Coens, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* Rebecca (Hitchcock, 1940)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;King of the Ants (Gordon, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King of the Ants&lt;/span&gt; is a hugely satisfying movie.  It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; opposite to my preferred sensibility and requirements for filmmaking: you know, grace and beauty, visual eloquence, restraint, gentility... Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-Animator&lt;/span&gt; is saved by some finely-made dramatic scenes... this has all the gentility packed in it of an SNL Digital Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there is something eloquent about Gordon's lowbrow filmmaking that I cannot pinpoint right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King of the Ants&lt;/span&gt; is lucid, relatable, and soaked in very down-to-earth emotions. This is also due to a very amiable lead performance, and generally very acute acting jobs. It goes all the way with its premise, embracing and skipping along to its tune of a trashy portrait of humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck&lt;/span&gt;. Feels, smells, emotionally impresses, morally punches in the same way. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck&lt;/span&gt; is, thankfully, not as fugly. They'd make a great double bill, if too much sleaze isn't a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thirst (Park, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Small Deaths (short) (Ramsay, 1996)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8424306438569997339?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8424306438569997339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8424306438569997339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8424306438569997339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8424306438569997339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/02/febuary-2009.html' title='Febuary 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8072345819546800811</id><published>2010-01-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:07:45.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2010</title><content type='html'>January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roost (West, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Roost&lt;/span&gt;, that was a very... "special" movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of those "By-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;-Means-Possible" movies. Which is a harder category to fall under than Oren Peli and Mother Hen Steven Spielberg think it is. When I tried to think of something, I came up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wendy and Lucy&lt;/span&gt;, then I realized Larry Fessenden had his indie-producer mitts on that one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Oh-so-clever and Oh-so-self-amused quasi-creature feature with a case of horror-hipster-itus. It's exactly as if snooty horror fans put up the time to make an especially arcane haunted house ride in order to laugh at the people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; getting scared. And, of course, it's because they don't "get" that special type of "creep" sophisticated horror fans know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fancying myself one of those horror fans, I'm glad I watched this movie. It's not especially well-made, but it's inventive. Ti West, in this film at least, isn't particularly brilliant, but he's probably a really passionate [pretentious] guy. Many will very understandably think it's boring, and it's got some mildly retarded (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally??&lt;/span&gt;) moments where the film stops dead... WITH TENSION! Seriously, the movie tenses, and tenses some more, and makes you wait for it... then nothing happens. Haha, good joke, movie. You're weird and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Observe and Report (Hill, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Fleming, 1941)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Far inferior to the Mamoulian film.  If I had to stare at Spencer Tracy's face for another farcically prolonged minute just to see the 1940s' state-of-the-art make-up and dissolve FX, I'd have revolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, Spencer Tracy cannot save himself from delivering a terribly neutered performance as Jekyll. All sense of consequence and the irreparable is seeped out of the story, resulting in some of the most bloodless torment you can imagine. Shouldn't really be a fault, but Ingrid Bergman is far too strong and distinctive a female presence to play Ivy. I took little productive affirmation being made from seeing Bergman being beaten around and controlled, as I did the irrepressibly common Ivy of Miriam Hopkins' portrayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Mamoulian, 1931)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revelatory-good. It was smart and funny, then it was resplendent and sparkling and lovely, then it was audacious, then it was despairing, frightening, tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the Muriel character, the stable, wholesome love interest, is an uncharacteristically strong character (and even - to a lesser extent of course - in the '41 film).  Seeing Rose Hobart, the socially upstanding female presence in the film, forcing kisses on Fredric March, telling him she'll do anything to be with him, whilst he (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impotently&lt;/span&gt;, in stark contrast to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt;) tries to break it off with and (full of shame) explain himself to her, was really something.  Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the Devil A Daughter (Sykes, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;The Last House on the Left (Iliadis, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last House on the Left&lt;/span&gt; for the 00s is exactly how you'd imagine a studio remake to turn out. Drain out to about 2% the perversity, and then fine tune its premise into a crackerjack thriller. Krug and co. are just kind of low-lives. Haute bourgeoisie Mom and Dad are terribly competent and resolve to just "do what we have to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's actually a pretty engaging and visually strong movie. If you liked the Craven film's premise but wanted it to be more exciting and more about the dignity of humanity than the opposite (or, less theologically preoccupied like the Bergman film...), this would probably be pretty satisfying entertainment for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Stooge (Taurog, 1952)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Brideless Groom (Bernds, 1947, "Three Stooges" short)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover (Phillips, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/span&gt; was going pretty strong for me... that is, until the hangover part came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From then on, it was all just a mild tolerance with the occasional amusement. I thought it was all pretty uninspired. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Mama&lt;/span&gt; had some surprises and subversion... but I guess that just goes with actually having a premise, while this is just a f**k-all of inane, point-deprived, transparently cooked-up misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the film being noxious and hazardous on a moral level, I rather liked the in-between the film found in making the characters unabashed caricatures of un-PC male-ness - it properly justified this fantasy adventure in inconsequentiality. Bradley Cooper's character, particularly, was something of a revelation - a character I should hate, but who is consistently played with a sort of flair embodying both the whole bonhomie thing and the whole "Be an asshole, be kicked in the balls now and then, but forget about it later" thing that the film's pretty much all about, so that I actually enjoyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, the film is saved by the performances and awesome one-liners and kaputt, that's pretty much it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Gremlins (Dante, 1984)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Rio Bravo (Hawks, 1959)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* A Bucket of Blood (Corman, 1957)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Little Shop of Horrors (Corman, 1960)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;* The Bubble (Oboler, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Verdoux (Chaplin, 1947)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;A New Leaf (May, 1973)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Inside Man (Lee, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee's a thinking filmmaker, who has the technique of tableau and montage down for his bold visual gestures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  But with Spike Lee and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Man&lt;/span&gt; - that is, when his film's not soaked in very meticulous art design, a very personal story, or extreme thematic fervor - his work is more stylish than expressive, which is not so much bad so much as me being nitpicky and elitist with my artistes... since a stylist w/ ideas can be equally worthwhile as the artsy aesthete director I'm always wantonly digging for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final scene serves as a welcome reminder to Lee's visual acumen, though: beginning with the montage of insert shots of Washington removing from himself the items of his profession and societal purpose - his badge, his commemoration, etc. - that are simultaneously symbols of his material, personal well-being (that is, simply, that he has the money and means to feed himself and his dependents), the film comes into focus as one about the eternalness of that latter commonality of living, and how ethics and principles are the continuously recurring other side of that coin of common living.  This flipping coin is pushed in the very final shot: a tableau of Washington's personal life, one that appears no less dignified, empowered, and deserved by Washington and his girlfriend, even though we're being dared to call it phony because the luxe aesthetic is too sexy, and Washington's white hat too debonair - as if no working class man has the right to be debonair in "post-9/11 New York."  Yet sadly, we don't similarly find ourselves ironically perceiving in the same way the image of rich white bankers in their also very luxe interiors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Black Dahlia (De Palma, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;* Adaptation (Jonze, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;* Transformers (Bay, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8072345819546800811?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8072345819546800811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8072345819546800811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8072345819546800811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8072345819546800811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2010.html' title='January 2010'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7478096310424979899</id><published>2009-12-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:39:05.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2009</title><content type='html'>December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Paranormal Activity&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Two Lovers (Gray, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like I was watching a film from the 70s a number of times.  Pace and scene styling was superb.  Then there's that club scene where we spend a few moments in the beginning watching a random breakdancer, and it felt like a first real revival of that venerable old movie tradition of getting to see a full nightclub act to preface scenes set in nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a perfectly molded look at adulthood, its predictability, and the errant factors that are romance and Leonard's weird psychology and biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Isabella Rossellini's final shot = fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Inglourious Basterds (Tarantino, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll still take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Proof&lt;/span&gt;, thick with trauma &amp;amp; tragedy, over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;, lithe with scrutiny of history and war, but it's neck-and-neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Ghost Ship (Robson, 1943)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finely, finely drawn portrait of masculine self-image and the complex network of authority and obedience, empowerment and self-subordination it takes to withhold one's masculine place. Equal to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beau Travail&lt;/span&gt; in its evocation of a masculine order, with a wonderful treatment of Captain Stone as not just a crazy man, but a man slowly going crazy from the falsity that is his power over and separation from the social harum-scarum.  In this way, this film communicated what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt; should have, albeit without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWBB&lt;/span&gt;'s speciously topical choices of institutional orders... and yet, it still manages to be more politically charged than that film even makes an effort for.  But despite it excellence, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt; is still a bit very stilted and unconvincing. It's good this film takes place in the specially neutered and cloistered social order of a ship, because I am much more convinced by the representation of men as a bunch of randy bulls instead of the complacent herded cows this film personifies the Marine employed. Mark Robson is capable of great mise en scene, but his camera and visualization of whole scenes is clunky. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his film also has some awful transitions that fail to unite the mood and emotions that run through the film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Russell Wade is also kind of wooden.  Richard Dix gets increasingly better as the film goes on.  The good override the bad, though, and the plot developments that take place on land just goes to show the minute attention the Lewton co. gave to story and real-world logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fool for Love (Altman, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A stunner. Every single bit of it, from the magnificent performances to Altman's counterintuitively liberated sense of visual possibility from working with a stage-bound play adaptation, is absolutely enchanting, in that dark and weird way of an Altman film. It never seems acknowledged enough: Altman may be an American studio filmmaker, albeit a "rogue" one, but he is totally into the wierd and the arcane, and Fool for Love is one of his weirdest (haven't read Sam Sheperd's play, but now I'll only be able to see it as existential theater of the absurd, even if it isn't). He even out-Lynches Lynch here, making images of small-town America and the West a place of repressed nightmares, with the same sort of prop-world fantasticalness but with Altman's style and sense of nuance and nebulous behavior placing it firmly in a strange but undeniably real world. Altman's flashbacks that continually flux between accurateness and inaccurateness, reality and fantasy (literally at one point) are one of the more genuinely novel things I've seen in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avatar (Cameron, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's been criticisms that the film is too cliched and derivative, and then defenses citing the aptness in using archetypal story and mythic history to retrofit for both post-Post-colonial times and state-of-the-art visual technology. This works well to characterize the film's odd, unsuccessful attempt to marry classical storytelling (for him, the blockbuster film) and its capably shamanic sway over popular culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with its pioneering cinematic vision, where the presence of a camera seems completely beside the point to the illimitability of the CGI medium.  Keeping with the repertoire of the shaman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it practically seems to regard itself as oral history at work, making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the film's alternatingly admirable and puerile revisionist social parable seem perfectly at home.  But how really can the sweeping parabolic aggrandizements and moral romanticism of a lovingly fervent oral storyteller persevere when the storyteller - the camera - is so impossibly naturalistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, this is a problem with any CGI-fest, from a CGI animated film to the camera-inoperable tricks of a Peter Jackson movie, but I guess what makes it so artistically detrimental here is Cameron's not-inelegant but more than a little repetitive, pre-patterned directing. It's either the variation of close-ups that make up an intimate dialogue scene, his admittedly sturdy handling of action sequences, or the overly, breathlessly omnipresent handling of his more fantastic CGI sequences. Between, there is little pauses and variegation. The film has a rushed pace, too invested in its traditional screenwriting to properly justify its overwhelming intentions of aesthetic immersion, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/span&gt; does. Despite very impressive 3-D immersion and the incredible textures Cameron captures in order to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; such an eye-popping and sumptuous work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I do mean it, the shots utilizing the reflection off plexiglass shielding were especially impressive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the film would be more than a little flat.  The moments of tragedy and awful destruction were the moments where the film's theoretical intentions of immersion-realism were the most fit to be used (to put it nauseatingly, "Genocidal imperialism = real life") and so were the best, most effective scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To bag on Cameron for not being artsy enough isn't really new.  But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; trying to find a more forgiving, novel way of looking at what every detractor pretty much has (and has rightly, IMO) been getting at: Cameron's directing and the film's shopworn screenplay are no where near as interesting or worthwhile as the FX and the visual textures it creates.  Instead of just saying that, how about blame the very idea of taking a &lt;s&gt;shopworn&lt;/s&gt; tried-and-true screenplay (complete with voice-overs and propulsive, discreditably cosmetic ellipses of time) and then rendering the "simple power" of its story ineffectual by &lt;s&gt;mundane directing&lt;/s&gt; the sheer non-virtue of its technological preoccupation.  It's downfall is in its groundbreaking virtual verisimilitude... despite that being the best thing about the movie.  How does that sound? Pretentiously paradoxical?  Eh, I try.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, its visuals should have been more "theatrical" (i.e. wielded more a sense of cinema's artifice).  As it is, sure we have the artifice found in its grandiose environment and those shots floating above and aside those seed-jellyfish spirits, but again, that's the camera - aka our, the audience's, surrogate eye and mental palette - being "too powerful to be true," too limitlessly "neutral" to actually be the minds of the audience being story-told - which is why the bits of tragedy are the best parts, because it finally asks us to mourn for the aliens, instead of just gawk at their world.  3-D ashes work much like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/span&gt;'s red coat - visual gimmickry and a drippy symbolic sentiment, but manipulative storytelling embracing its storytelling emotional pedantry.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;'s "verite" immersion is hollow.  It should've gone all-out formally rigid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/span&gt;-style.  Or better yet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barry Lyndon&lt;/span&gt;-style.  That film would've really gotten 3-D textures to linger.  ... Also, it must be said, this movie was waaaay way to long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's Scare Jessica to Death (Hancock, 1971)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A beautiful and often genuinely unnerving gothic horror film. Really rich filmmaking here. It doesn't amount to much beyond its horror trappings, which it gets too caught up in near the end, and its screenplay is the sort of pretentious that leads it into thinking having a character point at a family relic and say, "That's history," is fleshed out enough when, no, it's a little half-baked... but nonetheless, this film has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; the soul-stirring low-fi schlockiness of &lt;i&gt;Carnival of Souls&lt;/i&gt;.  But while that film was assured and charged by 60s modern-art gung-ho, this one is a bit logy with 70s bootstrap filmmaking and realism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mirrors (Aja, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized the problem with modern horror movies when I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt; and came a scene set in a monastery, and this monastery had all the atmosphere and character of a movie set. I suppose if the movie was making a comment on stultifying moral hygienics and the sterility of Catholic nunnery in modern times, but I just made that up and it is clearly not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt; is pretty lame aside from some sturdy suspense set-ups and good old-fashioned dramatic kitsch, like separated parents coming together through a concerted effort to paint over cursed mirrors.  Aja is amping the gore up to 11 as usual, but his story warrants none of it so that its gratuitousness feels extra cheap.&lt;a name="eggshells"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eggshells (Hooper, 1969)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although filled with numerous highly intricate set pieces and sequences of abstract artistic brio, its utter plotlessness, rambling puerile hippie dialogue that leads to no discernible arc in any regards, and, as a result of both of those things, the film's nigh incomprehensibility, render this frequently audacious film a merely narratively-challenged, often mindless, at times intolerable piece of avant-garde hogwash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Shutter (Pisanthanakun and Wongpoom, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It tries to tell a provocative story and speak to something or other theoretics about picture-taking... I guess.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shutter&lt;/span&gt; has such a tin ear for so many aspects of good moviemaking and storytelling, it's hard to feel the film has any thoughts in its head at all. It hurts watching ineptitude at times. It has no sense of pacing, build-up, character development, etc. - it's just a string of slick scares that aren't scary. It's like Hollywood didn't even have to remake it because this movie already is exactly like a bad Hollywood supernatural horror flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paranormal Activity (Pell, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, well that was better than I expected it to be. It's more written and character-driven than I thought it would be (I knew nothing about the plot going in), and despite being gimmicky, it's not all that gimmicky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really liked the way the camera was used - a nosy and troublesome toy being constantly moved around by the insensitive Micah, that soon becomes a 2nd demon to the frazzled Katie. Also, there was something about the staging and framing of the between-bedroom scenes of plot development that suggested there was thought put into where the camera was placed and how it interacted with the characters. Nothing to go crazy about, but Pell doesn't seem like a talentless buffoon behind the camera, as is common with up-and-coming hopeful horror film directors. And he seems to work well with actors, because I thought the performances were excellent and naturalistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's also a slim, nicely paced film, the rigid structure working very strategically to create its effect of a creeping disease and its portrayal of Katie as someone getting increasingly fed up with living in fear. Her protestations when she's outside on the bench - the subtle venom and resentment in her voice - was probably the scariest bit for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the con side, it's a limited film, both stylistically and content-wise, the screenplay nothing to write home about (oh, it's either a GHOST or a DEMON - wow, that's some in-depth demonology right there) and the scares more than a bit labored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-7478096310424979899?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7478096310424979899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=7478096310424979899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7478096310424979899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7478096310424979899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-2009.html' title='December 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-8008462619937636509</id><published>2009-11-06T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:14:15.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2009</title><content type='html'>November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Holiday (Cukor, 1938)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* A Tale of Two Sisters (Kim, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Evil Dead II: Dead By Dawn (Raimi, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 3 Women (Altman, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call: New Orleans (Herzog, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The film is pretty silly (albeit self-consciously so - that doesn't excuse it, though) and, despite a moment every now and then, is pretty flat by Herzog's standards. Not much consistent transcendence in the filmmaking, and the goofy amphibian trip sequences only distract from that occasional almost-there moment of oddball beauty. It's a clever piece of absurdity, intentionally light as a feather and tonally aimed to shoot some arrows through the criminal world and the police world. Cage is... hammy, but not disastrously so, as a bad lieutenant who accepts his weaknesses with pragmatism and a refreshing lack of principles, rather than with tormentedness or rage, ego or megalomania. The film makes a smart statement on how the "bad" and the "good" can get along, coexist, as long as the need to exploit and victimize is subverted by our realizing the simple advantages of just playing your cards right for the humble, pleasure-seeking comfort of all (and that includes stepping back and watching your own girlfriend prostitute herself when the time calls for it). It is a karmic, non-deluded amorality and principle of the Pleasure Dome (Pleasure is for all, and can be found communally) Herzog promotes as a possible alternative to conventional morality and conventional business, which are vindictive, self-aggrandizing, out-to-destroy, and out to make the more people sad rather than the most people happy - the most people happy being what Herzog's protagonist achieves in the film in his unthinking way, rolling with the punches and accepting of all possible circumstances. Herzog reenvisions a contemporary Sodom and Gomorrah as a place that can be a Good, that can worship the graven idols of money and drugs but still be generous to our fellows - that can in fact be giving as long as it is not built on the pure drive of the Alpha impulse, and instead built on the tearing down of that impulse, which causes such grievances as a family being massacred and an uptight police officer refusing to do our mild-mannered protagonist a solid and excuse some traffic tickets. The film oozes the mantra: just take it easy, give people who have one coming a break (meanwhile feel free to hang those who've been having their breaks out to dry), and things will turn out all right. The Pleasure &amp;amp; Good Mojo equilibrium will be found.  If everyone willing to just leave happy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; leave happy, who cares what must be done or what concessions you might have to make? The protagonist's acceptance of his girlfriend's newfound sobriety (but, rest assured, not his own) is one of the more touching notes of the film. The daunting self-respect of morality and immorality are feasted upon by the hardassed and powered, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one's&lt;/span&gt; content under the grip of hardasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dumplings (Chan, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful, subversive, and eccentric. There is much social/political/socio-economic textures there to sift through, which I'd love to see an extensive analysis of. My one problem, so to speak, with the film is: I feel as if I wanted more of a sense of where the film's opinions lay on certain things, considering how strongly cooked the subject matter is with the whiff of abortion, stem cell usage, and matters of women's rights. At the end, I felt like it was too much about the individual characters and their particular moralities/immoralities, with a heavy hand falling upon the wealthy Mrs. Li without the leniency I wanted. The film takes the leap into punchy moral fable that I did not entirely want as wholeheartedly as the film takes it... but thankfully the film also doesn't lose sight of its oddball social realism: the sight near the end of Auntie Mei (played to the tee by an outrageous tight-capris-clad Bai Ling) disappearing in a sort of time warp - in the streets of mainland China, dressed in anachronistic peasant-wear and carrying water pails - is one of my favorite things in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancer in the Dark (Von Trier, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antichrist (Von Trier, 2009)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An unbelievably blunt and candid film, with complete divestment of all burdensome demons on its mind (no matter how graphically non-genitalia-friendly). It's much like Kurosawa's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulse&lt;/span&gt;, in the sense it's an almost inconsiderately philosophical horror film that takes on vast, infinite matters with the matter-of-fact eye fit to their semi-ironic allegorical approach. But while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulse&lt;/span&gt; is a gentle film made by a gentleman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt; is pretty much the opposite... it is an angry, moody, fatalistic, and emotionally erratic asshole of a film, made by an angry, moody, fatalistic, and emotionally erratic filmmaker (who may or may not be an asshole... he probably is.  In any case, this is a compliment to the film.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt; is a resigned, shit-hitting-the-fan look at how cruel nature wins out over all things, and it paints a relationship between the two character - the film's only characters - such that the actions taken in the notorious final act do not seem so much evidence pointing towards a narrow-minded [I'll say it: misogynistic] fact - "Men are this, women are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILER&lt;/span&gt;CRAZY&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILER&lt;/span&gt;" - but instead communicate the idea that what we are seeing is roles being fallen into because - seemingly - of a rich, terrible historical tradition (and a belief in the demiurges we have conceived, to account for the poisoned conditions of humanity). In that sense, the film's use of the coined term "gynocide" is very apt, equating gendered persecution as pretty much the same cloth as every other "-cide," evil, or purity-made-grotesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bluntness of the film is what I really admire, much in the same way Kurosawa's bluntness about his very different concerns in his film makes me admire that film. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt; should be required finger-wagging formative viewing for all carefree, growing boys AND girls (or just boys, might be the point).  The ways and attitudes with which you hold yourself to and use to determine how to treat those around you - e.g. your women - is only a thin line away from becoming the bloody Crusades, genocidal regimes, the sadomasochism of witch-hunting, and the psychosexual domination of psychoanalysis, as is embodied by the Dafoe character, whose treatment of his wife seems as overbearing as age-old treatments of female hysteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the con side, there were too many large chunks of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt; where it felt rote and shapeless, such that the film kind of drifts off at intervals into a quagmire of its not always pointed realms of allegorical mysticism and opaque metaphors, all while not being terribly stimulating in terms of craft. Whenever it did get itself into gear, the images were consistently hypnotizing and beautiful, but also kind of flat, instead of communicative and potent, like they are in Von Trier's more vibrant films.  Part of it may be how the film pretty much works with two people, talking and walking around a forest, while other Von Trier's other films have a large cast of characters with which to create dynamic interactions and the choreography of blocking actors with camera movement. The latter is more impressive and engaging, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antichrist&lt;/span&gt; comes off more than a bit as if on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;District 9 (Blomkamp, 2009) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;    4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Hooper, 1974)     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;"The Black Cat" (Gordon, 2006) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 2) (TV Series)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;**1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rouge (Kwan, 1987)     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Sisters (De Palma, 1973)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;    7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-8008462619937636509?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8008462619937636509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=8008462619937636509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8008462619937636509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/8008462619937636509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009.html' title='November 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-5171447021865717898</id><published>2009-10-09T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:47:36.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2009</title><content type='html'>October 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Retribution (Kurosawa, 2006)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (Hooper, 1986)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repo!  The Genetic Opera (Lynn Bousman, 2008)     4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the Wild Things Are (Jonze, 2009)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Halloween III: Season of the Witch (Lee Wallace, 1982)     5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Fly (Cronenberg, 1986)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Pulse (Kurosawa, 2001)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II (Pittman, 1987)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prom Night II&lt;/span&gt; is admirable in many ways - it treats assorted subject matter with a sobriety and respect for viewer's moral intelligence that is the opposite of what a cheesy slasher sequel is supposed to offer, it is thoroughly unpredictable in that it follows a subversive logic informed by a latent (unachieved) goal of really digging at skewed moral environments, it thus gives us some very intriguing perspectives on high school, family, and Christian perversions and weaknesses, and it has imagination and inspired audacity that elevates it over the normal 80s horror junk - but, unfortunately, junk it pretty much is... in the kindest sense possible.  The film, despite everything, is just completely unsuccessful. Much more grim and serious than you expect it to be, which leads to some good stuff, but it's a matter of watching a film strive towards being provocative and heady and suggestive and unique, with so many small elements that are subtle and superb, only pretty much nothing comes together because it doesn't have that much of a sense of what it really wants to communicate. I felt many times like the movie wanted to make some subversive point with a number of scenes, but everything is so underdeveloped, with a fatal lack of cohesion, which makes the film just a long series of "WTF?  Uh... okay..."s instead of "WTF, oh yeah!"s. The performances, special effects work, and occasional character work are surprisingly good, though, and there's a great girl's locker room scene in there (for a number of reasons).  Director Pittman has some good ideas, but you can tell the film gets lazier when it gets campier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick 'r Treat (Dougherty, 2008)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Cure (Kurosawa, 1997)     9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stepfather (Ruben, 1987)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Kaufman, 1978)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystics in Bali (Djalil, 1981)     2.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Timing (Roeg, 1981)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I, Madman (Takacs, 1989)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Evil Dead Trap (Ikeda, 1988)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Deranged (Gillen &amp;amp; Ormsby, 1974)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-5171447021865717898?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5171447021865717898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=5171447021865717898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5171447021865717898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5171447021865717898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-2009.html' title='October 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-1062445580985736632</id><published>2009-09-02T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:52:47.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2009</title><content type='html'>September 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow Out (De Palma, 1981)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally is a great character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Missed Call (Valette, 2008)     2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot damn that was crappy.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost awe-inspiring in its uselessness. Did I just watch an actual movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;? Did they actually spend time, money, and physical and mental effort, to make this? Was this more like a paid vacation for the actors considering they're working with nothing? It's kind of fascinating, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Audition (Miike, 1999)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W.R. - Mysteries of the Organism (Makavejev, 1971)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dead &amp;amp; Buried (Sherman, 1981)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Pumpkinhead (Winston, 1988)     5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(500) Days of Summer (Webb, 2009)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/i&gt; is a movie made entirely out of musings and good points. And it's a movie that thinks movies can be made out of musings and the cleverness of its points. That's why the film is told in bits and pieces, because of its strong belief in its vision of a film built entirely of its writer-director's probably-somewhere-out-there-in-list-form series of musings and good points, lucid observations, and clever cinematic renderings of love neurosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's the scene in the film where Joseph Gordon-Levitt has a breakdown in a company meeting and gets on a soapbox about greeting cards. It's one of those in-your-face points the film has to make, and by god it makes sure to make it. But in making itself (or its character) so pedantically shout out this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt; revealing and I'd thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; pretty obvious epiphany, it just made me uncomfortable. I thought, "Everyone knows this.  Everyone knows greeting cards are bullshit.  So the fact that it has to make this point so pivotal must mean that this movie is yelling at someone who apparently doesn't get it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;..."  Followed immediately by: "I hope it's not me.  I get it, you're smarter than me, movie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The film, Webb, his screenplay and the film's whole slickly-packaged DNA as a quirky, edgy concept picture is driven by its unbearable omniscience. Not that it necessarily gives all the answers - the film pleasantly surprises with its down-to-earth subverting of clean-cut romantic conventions - but yet, when it comes to considering all the questions, the film seems to suggest all the answers are out there to be quickly figured out. The film becomes a bit po-faced and didactic when, in its query-response structure (its happy-time/sad-time, fantasy/reality, dialectical jumping in time), it's practically giving an answer a mere moment after any possibly challenging, and possibly challengingly upsetting, question is posed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ultimate message is admirable: a romance film all about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;folly&lt;/span&gt; of romantics in a world that fosters and encourages the lighting of flames beneath asses and the will to get moving again -- then, the resultant growth and the cornucopias of opportunity. The film is mostly likable, slickly romantic, and, thankfully, often truly perceptive, with a good knack for melancholy to get you in the right mood. All much, much too slickly packaged, but if you have a great postmodern idea that you know'll be a hit with the audiences (plus with the way-too-appealing Joshua Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel in the leads), what can you do? Pump up the indie rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Missed Call (Miike, 2003)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silent Hill (Gans, 2006)     4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Legend of Hell House (Hough, 1973)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exte (Sono, 2007)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exte&lt;/i&gt; has the usual Sono attributes going for it, despite it being the Japanese genre auteur's obligatory send-up of J-horror, a la what Miike was going for with &lt;i&gt;One Missed Call&lt;/i&gt;. Sono has a knack for appealing cuteness (that is, idiosyncratic cuteness), his drama is genuine and candidly shot, and his vision - his commitment to genre and sensory thrills that address an eccentric and personality-filled, adult and abusive world - is intact here. But I just don't think Sono's my guy. This film is way scattershot, often obnoxious, and I enjoyed the film much more when it was being whimsical to when it was being a horror film with a plot. As a horror film, it's redundant; got tired of the cops and the main antagonist really quickly. Chiaki Kuriyama and her hip-hop roommate are very appealing here, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portrait of Jason (Clarke, 1967)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An hour and forty-five minute interview with a 60s-living, black, gay man, one-time hustler, now aspiring nightclub owner and performer. It is lively subject matter, with a jovial subject who knows how to entertain with stories, and it's also a knowingly intrusive probe into the man's life, as we see his tales go from anecdotal to deeply personal, as he gets progressively drunker (and soon even breaks out a joint) as the evening progresses.  The B&amp;amp;W camera captures Jason lounging, pacing, and generally inhabiting a rather neutral living-room-type space as he speaks to the camera and is given short, prodding directions from Clarke and co., behind the camera and never on screen, as they occasionally zoom in inscrutably on his face and then go to momentary blackness (but with the audio recording device still taping) as they switch the celluloid that Jason's vocal self-offering clearly surpasses in surely a number of ways, including both duration and honesty.  The film is often engaging, due to the subject laying all his cards on the table with touching genuineness, but ultimately, the work is a monotonous exercise that, at some points, begins to smack of injudiciousness, not only in running time but in how freely and without guidance Clarke and her associates let this man bare his soul in service of their austere little exercise - although likely intentional, for the rather clinical regard towards Jason coming from behind the camera seems equal measure familiarity and acceptance, as it is cold analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dark Water (Nakata, 2002)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween II (Zombie, 2009)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouble Every Day (Denis, 2001)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like Denis making a film here with a relatively chugging plot and narrative variety did her a great service. The separate plot threads that give her different locations and character behaviors to work with provoked nice and varied style from her, which keeps it from achieving the certain monotony of her two other films I've seen, Beau Travail and Friday Night - elliptical mood pieces that fling narrative drive wayside for the building of mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's an ingeniously structured film, too.  It weaves romantic-scientific waywardness not just with its two central couples but with close attention to a slew of supporting characters and even bit characters. It ends on a gentle and ambivalent note that, similar to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redacted&lt;/span&gt;, ends up being the perfect way to end the film and left me with a positive final impression. It's a very romantic film... even with the demented &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cat People&lt;/span&gt;-like plot point involving Gallo's enforced onanistic lifestyle (which, looked at as concession made to having any relationship with his fresh-faced new wife, is still a bit romantic). I'm surprised no other vampire movie's had thought this element up sooner. And is there another horror film (per se) out there that makes zero attempt to scare or be horror-y like this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redacted (De Palma, 2008)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redacted &lt;/span&gt;gets off to a good start by not making any sense. The video diary suddenly segues into a glossy documentary. Thus we have a camera inside a car it has no reason to be in. Then it segues into an Iraqi news segment. It's a barrage of media without any throughline, and its level opaqueness makes it fascinating. But when the film starts to systematically construct the moments that lead to the film's central event, the film's proud indelicateness just becomes that: rote and indelicate. There's worth to be had from strong and unaffected characterizations, such as the two main offending soldiers, and likewise from a strong and unsoftened plot. But De Palma's staging just gets more and more uninteresting as it goes along, culminating in a scene of atrocity that comes off more contrived than upsetting. The film regains itself a bit towards the end with more interestingly associative use of mixed media, then a final scene - the one back in the US - that I found really worked and was a perfect, expertly ambivalent way to finish the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Ju-on: The Grudge (Shimizu, 2003)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-1062445580985736632?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1062445580985736632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=1062445580985736632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1062445580985736632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1062445580985736632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009.html' title='September 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-953188146636048433</id><published>2009-08-05T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:20:07.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2009</title><content type='html'>August 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Awful Truth (McCarey, 1937)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Leopard Man (Tourneur, 1943)     9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Carnival of Souls (Harvey, 1962)     8.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I Walked With a Zombie (Tourneur, 1943)     9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill Bill Vol. 1 (Tarantino, 2003)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/08/inglourious-basterds-death-proof.html"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/a&gt; (Tarantino, 2009)     8.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/span&gt; is a vibrant and sensitive resurrection of old-fashioned filmmaking.  It recalls the day when films could move slowly, replete with full-blooded dialogue scenes, as long as they were taut with drama and emotions. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglousious Basterds&lt;/span&gt; is actually Tarantino's most traditional film, classical Hollywood entertainment in all its theatrical and steadied beats. Mixed in, though, is Tarantino's meta concerns and, now, thankfully, a regard for history that is educated, strongly researched, and deals seriously with war, its mechanics (witness the Hans Landa character's playing of the field), and its repercussions (seen in the tragic failed romance-made-in-cinema-heaven of Shosanna and Fredrik Zoller)  - critically, with a sense of distance, and with a straightforward and clearheaded refusal to exploit (even the big death of You-Who-Watched-the-Film-Know-Who is dark and burdened instead of a glorious ahistorical shenanigan).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, Tarantino's Godard-channeling is finally clicking, since Tarantino and his staccato beats choreographed to human movement are now backgrounded by the most politically loaded and genuinely rarefied symbols he's utilized yet - period pomp, officers in full raiment, old foreign movie posters, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/08/construction-of-day-village-shyamalan.html"&gt;The Village&lt;/a&gt; (Shyamalan, 2004)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Pulp Fiction (Tarantino, 1993)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt; is really good. It's not loud or over-the-top - it's quiet and atmospheric, and without being dry. Tarantino's directing is unobtrusive, observant. Very soulful, too, with his use of music. We can sit and listen to Marcellus methodically lay out instructions to Butch because he makes it so Rhames' voice seems to croon to the accompanying beat. I thought I'd have a sour reaction to his screenplay and dialogue here, but it's pretty consistently evocative and poetic.&lt;br /&gt;Now does the film and its vignette nature and its evocations have much of a "thematic center"? I'm having problems pinpointing its ultimate moral and philosophical intentions. If Tarantino didn't write and direct human behavior and a textured world so well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt; would be too high concept for me to like very much or find much meaning in. "Deconstruction, yay!" of course, and, like I said, the dialogue never isn't flirting with social and emotional quandaries (the Mia-Vincent exchanges surprised me - the Somoan never put a finger on her feet, it seems!), but the film is undoubtedly set on "confection" mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Opera (Argento, 1987)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opera&lt;/span&gt; is a ridiculously awesome platter of Argento goods. Of course, it's no where nearing profound, it's dramatically non-existent and typically (of Argento) dry, the subtext or meta-commentary on high art and sadomasochism is pretty basic, etc. etcetera... but Argento sure knows how to make a freaky, exciting, sweeping, and most importantly visually witty film.  And it doesn't disappoint with the funky opening credit sequence, surely one of Argento's funkiest in a career of groovy and funky opening credit sequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Can Count On Me (Lonergan, 2000)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* "Cigarette Burns" (Carpenter, 2007) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 1) (TV Series)     ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* "Dance of the Dead" (Hooper, 2007) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 1) (TV Series)     ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Lifeforce (Hooper, 1985)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampires (Carpenter, 1998)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notre Musique (Godard, 2001)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange Circus (Sono, 2002)     6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* "Dreams in the Witch House" (Gordon, 2007) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 1) (TV Series)     ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Assault on Precinct 13 (Carpenter, 1977)     8.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Damned Thing" (Hooper, 2008) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 2) (TV Series)     *1/2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Washingtonians" (Medak, 2008) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 2) (TV Series)     ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pro-Life" (Carpenter, 2008) (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masters of Horror&lt;/span&gt;, Season 2) (TV Series)     * (out of 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made in U.S.A. (Godard, 1966)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-953188146636048433?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/953188146636048433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=953188146636048433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/953188146636048433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/953188146636048433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-2009.html' title='August 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-1923833340349962181</id><published>2009-07-17T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:00:21.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2009</title><content type='html'>July 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[REC]  (Balaguero/Plaza, 2007)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not bad and better than I expected. It successfully becomes more intense as it goes along, and the climax is excellently atmospheric and despairing. The religious angle that is brought in all of sudden at the end is a bit too obligatory of Catholixploitation, and is ultimately rather simplistic oogie-boogie backstory, but the quasi-mysticism provides undeniable atmospherics and it offers the viewer a somewhat evocative little tale of religion's rose-colored exploitation of facts morphing into terrifying science, with the final menace being a specter of disconcerting biological, anatomical decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tenant (Polanski, 1976)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not as visually eloquent and crisply dynamic in expressing visual ideas as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosemary's Baby&lt;/span&gt;, but it is much more expansive thematically, with much to intimate about the selfsameness of experience - the experience here being alienation due to the pressures and hypocrisy of apartment-dwelling life. It reminded me a bit of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inland Empire&lt;/span&gt;, both being about psychotic emanations of shared emotional existences under specific circumstances (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inland Empire&lt;/span&gt;: method acting, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tenant&lt;/span&gt;: apartment living, both: Polishness).  Well, by "Polishness," I really mean "foreignness," which I suppose only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tenant&lt;/span&gt; is particularly about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten Alive (Hooper, 1977)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/07/art-of-exquisite-shot-reaction-shot.html"&gt;Spontaneous Combustion&lt;/a&gt; (Hooper, 1990)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escape from L.A. (Carpenter, 1996)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brüno (Clark, 2009)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good for what it is: an outrageous stunt film with, just barely, the rhetorical purposes of making gayness prominent in a piece of mainstream entertainment, as well as a cornucopia of other topical stuff like [talking penises, and] absurdist mock peace talks... all of it surely weak and little-researched (it takes a while to realize these films, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brüno&lt;/span&gt;, are actually not trying to be like classical documentaries - their "mockumentary" status is weak in a way because they're more like mocku-"diary films"), but strengthened by the sheer novelty and daring-do of Baron Cohen's schtick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Scream (Craven, 1996)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/08/inglourious-basterds-death-proof.html"&gt;Death Proof&lt;/a&gt; (Tarantino, 2007)     9.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/07/thas-activism-what-you-can-do.html"&gt;Tobe Hooper's Night Terrors&lt;/a&gt; (Hooper, 1993)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dead-Alive (Braindead) (Jackson, 1991)     8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sentinel (Winner, 1977)     3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sentinel&lt;/span&gt; is occasionally beguiling - Chris Sarandon's sturdy but two-sided, ultimately prosecutable lover; the moment where Cristina Raines insists a book is inscribed in Latin when it's not - but this is quite the woefully misguided film, that only deals with its rather implicative religious tale in the manner a cheesy horror movie would. And this is undoubtedly a cheesy horror movie. It's quite the representation of holy callings, and what exactly is it's correlation between its innerly troubled super model heroine and the gauntlet she's forced to take up?  Sexual trauma as sure enough conditioning for the life of monastic diligence? SPOILER The final shot of this beauty Cristina Raines relegated to a habit and the suddenly weathered skin of the cloistered does ring with sort of tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Fog (Carpenter, 1980)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A beautiful-looking and strikingly photographed film, that boasts the creepiness desired by Carpenter who aimed to create simply an old-fashioned ghost story. But it's perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; modest for its own good, its small-scale, slasher film approach and prop-costume, smoke machine aesthetic being inadequate for its story about a town damned by its ancestors, and not matching up to the smarts it occasionally possesses. The film ultimately comes off feeling rinky-dink and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frivolous, especially considering Carpenter's film in its original print ran so short, the opening campfire scene (a good scene, though) and the autopsy room walking-dead scare (a bad scene) were shot after initial wrap in order to pad out the running time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Escape from New York (Carpenter, 1981)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-1923833340349962181?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1923833340349962181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=1923833340349962181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1923833340349962181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1923833340349962181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-2009.html' title='July 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-4182508351730190871</id><published>2009-06-02T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:17:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2009</title><content type='html'>June 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghosts of Mars&lt;/span&gt; (Carpenter, 2001)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, this wasn't &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; bad. I thought the material ranged from not bad to fantastic: the characters, the screenplay, plot developments, dialogue, etc. I found it, actually, very dense and intelligent in its comic-book sociology. I was struck by how comprehensively Carpenter both adopted old Hollywood Western story elements with implicit deconstructivist commentary, but simultaneously never disfavors or pacifies the survivalist pragmatism of its cop/criminal characters, nor makes them any less than likable, as is the practice in the old-fashioned Hollywood action films of yore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpenter takes this pragmatism and satisfactorily splays it, so as not to just be about "brave vs. cowardly" or "good vs. bad" as is conventional in the classical Western of pre-progressivist era. Now, Carpenter mixes in the push of societal shifts (the film takes place in a mankind under a new matriarchal order), modern urban upbringing, and the nitty-gritty of what gets a pure survivalist through the day (which includes here, most interestingly, the good and bad of recreational drug use). It was great seeing faces like Jason Statham and Clea Duvall playing characters not glamorized or de-glamorized, instead ones that would usually be played by anonymous background actors. I was really struck by the Ice Cube-Henstridge interplay, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, despite that, in the end, this is definitely not an improvement on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assault on Precinct 13&lt;/span&gt;, which also offers an open look at criminality and which this film is practically a remake. Carpenter's directing has always been characterized by its flat beats and mechanical, no-less-than (or, arguably, more-than) efficient style, but before it was in service of really careful sequencing and often lovely mise en scene. Here, his cinematic vocabulary seems to have disappeared and he's speaking like a thorough layman. The film has its formal idiosyncrasy, though. The rhythm of the film and its use of dissolves is particularly effective.  It's too bad Carpenter was content with the film's cheap-looking production design and villain costuming, which go a long way in sinking the film.  I think the film is very competent. It's just Carpenter sets his visual standards so freaking low here for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday Night (Denis, 2002)     8&lt;br /&gt;Martyrs (Laugier, 2008)     6&lt;br /&gt;* Full Metal Jacket (Kubrick, 1987)     9&lt;br /&gt;4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days (Mungiu, 2007)     7&lt;br /&gt;* Prince of Darkness (Carpenter, 1987)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;The Ruins (Smith, 2008)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;Brief Crossing (Breillat, 2001)     7&lt;br /&gt;The Game (Fincher, 1997)     6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beau travail&lt;/span&gt; (Denis, 1999)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire Denis' technique isn't quite as polished as I like to see in my films - in fact, I'd call it almost sloppy at times - but deliberateness and authorial command definitely come through, with stunning elegance at numerous times, even if Denis' style of impromptu visualization leads to too many moments utilizing the grace of a slowly crawling camera to little effect. I wasn't with the film beat by beat - as a story told with explicit fragmentation and a willful avoidance of continuity and clarity, I can't help but feel we don't understand the two central characters as much as we should. But it's a preferred trade-in for what the film does so elliptically evoke concerning the legionnaire life, environment, and what it nurtures. This thoroughly expressionistic but finely detailed sketching of masculine regimentation is even more impressive and daring knowing a woman is behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the last scene, while it's certainly very affecting, I can't help but wish there was some context given to it, which might lend it a certified reality. I find I need to think of it as a moment that actually happens and not just as a fantasy scene if I want to appreciate it fully. As something that happened, it means he could dance. As a fantasy scene, it's inexplicable and just something Denis would throw in mid-filming when she found out her lead actor could dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-which-i-prove-myself-grump-or-up.html"&gt;UP&lt;/a&gt; (Docter, 2009)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;/span&gt; (Coppola, 1992)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam Raimi's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt; would have been an achievement much in the same way Francis Ford Coppola's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;/span&gt; is, if Raimi had made&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;, you know, better. The two films even have similar slam-bang openings and shock, tactile title cards (which never fail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Raimi wishes to throwback to certain old-school schlock, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dracula&lt;/span&gt; also takes a classical-type story burdened with lots of codings and de-codes them using overt artificial style, Coppola throwbacking majorly to silent film aesthetic and storytelling beats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;/span&gt; is an uneven film that gets increasingly tiresome once Helsing and the men start actively seeking out Dracula, leading to a very weak climactic act, but there's too many great moments here to completely dismiss, especially in the first half of the film. The number of gleefully bizarre moments only Coppola's capable of is unbeatable, such as the extravagant visual feast that is Harker's first entrance into Dracula's castle and the shot of the spectacularly made-up Giant Bat form of Dracula moping out of sight when Mira catches him in the garden with Lucy, complete with a practically slapstick iris out. The characterization of the Lucy character takes on a particular poignance, her chipper and giving personality seemingly irrepressible even as all her vitality is slowly being sucked from her - perhaps Coppola's way to undermine our expectations that the vapid sex kitten is always easily susceptible to the draining of inner character, as the whole film serves to re-evaluate the Victorian era and its gentrified sexual mores, drained of the true, potent, and certainly blasphemous passion that Dracula embodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight Club (Fincher, 1999)     8&lt;br /&gt;Se7en (Fincher, 1995)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;* The Funhouse (Hooper, 1981)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond Therapy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(Altman, 1987)&lt;/span&gt;     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, Altman lyricism is just too irresistible for me, even if the film makes very little in the way of concluding, transcendent statements and this film probably shows off the worst of Altman's tendency for puerile caricature. There's too much silliness here to make the film work dramatically, but if that final scene (starting with the hilarious "shoot em up") doesn't tie things up nicer than I'd expected. Glenda Jackson is fantastic and hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-4182508351730190871?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4182508351730190871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=4182508351730190871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4182508351730190871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4182508351730190871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-2009.html' title='June 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-21001283004327994</id><published>2009-05-20T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:59:33.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2009</title><content type='html'>May 2009&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Trek (Abrams, 2009)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drag Me To Hell (Raimi, 2009)     5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orca (Anderson, 1977)     3.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Reviews: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmfreakcentral.net/dvdreviews/orca.htm"&gt;Film Freak Central on Orca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snatch (Ritchie, 2000)     4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeper (Allen, 1973)     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Death (Allen, 1975)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt; (Mottola, 2009)     6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body Bags (Carpenter &amp;amp; Hooper, 1993) (TV)     4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/06/irreversible-gaspar-noe-2002.html"&gt;Irreversible&lt;/a&gt; (Noé, 2002)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Piano&lt;/span&gt; (Campion, 1993)     9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best demystification of hoop skirts ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shocker&lt;/span&gt; (Craven, 1989)     3.5&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wes Craven is the showman of the horror auteurs. He's modish and trendy and he shows it in his horror films. He's also a goofball, though, and a sucker for novelty, and that shows most explicitly in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shocker&lt;/span&gt;. Mitch Pileggi, a face known to any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Files&lt;/span&gt; fan, tries valiantly to be the next Freddy Krueger, rolling of one-liners in mid-slaughter. It would all be just dull if the film didn't benefit from Craven's dream logic-inspired, sight gag-inclined knack at inanity.  The otherworldly presence of the dead girlfriend, who seems to appear with the alternating and counter-productive purposes of either assisting, turning on, or fruitlessly freaking the hell out the film's hero, is one of the film's stranger plot elements, in a film full of strange plot elements.  This includes the entire high school football team helping out foil the killer's plot, and a lecherous psychopath body-jumping into a six-year-old girl. Amusing, but pointless. This film just made me further appreciate the more abstract approach to horror of Tobe Hooper, who tackled technology fears much more artfully in his &lt;i&gt;Spontaneous Combustion&lt;/i&gt;, released the year after&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splinter (Wilkins, 2008)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JLG/JLG (Godard, 199 )     6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nouvelle Vague (Godard, 1990)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion (2nd) (Godard, 1985)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* War of the Worlds (Spielberg, 2005)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-21001283004327994?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-1913055184195432122</id><published>2009-04-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:04:34.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Midnight Meat Train (Kitamura, 2008)     4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion (Godard, 1982)     7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slumdog Millionaire (Boyle, 2008)     3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Images (Altman, 1972)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sauve qui peut (la vie) (Godard, 1980)     7.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Apartment Complex (Hooper, 1999)     4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarnation (Caouette, 2003)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Tobe Hooper's Night Terrors (Hooper, 1993)     5.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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5&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Beast (Glazer, 2000)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/03/tokyo-sonata-kiyoshi-kurosawa-2009.html"&gt;Tokyo Sonata&lt;/a&gt; (Kurosawa, 2009)     7&lt;br /&gt;License to Live (Kurosawa, 1998)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the Spider (Kurosawa, 1998)     n/a&lt;br /&gt;Serpent's Path (Kurosawa, 1998)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;A Scanner Darkly (Linklater, 2006)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;Stuck (Gordon, 2008)     8&lt;br /&gt;South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut (Parker &amp;amp; Stone, 1999)     5&lt;br /&gt;Week End (Godard, 1967)     7.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2391646767476042962?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2391646767476042962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3979218278009003070</id><published>2009-02-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:30:38.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;February 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two or Three Things I Know About Her&lt;/span&gt; (Godard, 1967)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/02/coraline-henry-selick-2009.html"&gt;Coraline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Selick, 2009)     7&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night of the Demon&lt;/span&gt; (Tourneur, 1957)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt; (Van Sant, 2008)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday the 13th &lt;/span&gt;(Nispel, 2009)     2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my God so fucking dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If this remake is of any conceivable use, it'll be making non-fans realize what relative (or absolute, if they really come around...) joys the 80s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; flicks were. The 80s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;'s were stupid slashers, but they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eccentric&lt;/span&gt; stupid slasher films, where part of the fun was their lampoon of an &lt;i&gt;eclectic&lt;/i&gt; set of stereotypes and caricatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt; (Eastwood, 2008)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night and Fog&lt;/span&gt; (Resnais, 1955)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marnie&lt;/span&gt; (Hitchcock, 1964)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Culloden&lt;/span&gt; (Watkins, 1964) (TV)     9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy and Lucy&lt;/span&gt; (Reichardt, 2009)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contempt&lt;/span&gt; (Godard, 1963)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt; (McGrath, 1996)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zack and Miri Make a Porno&lt;/span&gt; (Smith, 2008)     3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First Kevin Smith film, so I wasn't expecting anything &lt;i&gt;nor&lt;/i&gt; was I expecting nothing. Banks is a babe and I still like Seth Rogen, and they were probably thinking they were going to be in a film that was actually subversive and insightful.  Instead they ended up in a rather dullard film that's stale and bland. Likeable enough, I guess, but I did start feeling hostile towards the film once the ridiculous "Three months later..." card went up and the film completely gives in to irrepressible formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Re-Animator&lt;/span&gt; (Gordon, 1986)     6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivre se vie&lt;/span&gt; (Godard, 1962)     8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3979218278009003070?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3979218278009003070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3979218278009003070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3979218278009003070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3979218278009003070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-632482004534333539</id><published>2009-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:29:21.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birth&lt;/span&gt; (Glazer, 2004)    8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/span&gt; (Guard Brothers, 2009)     2.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;spoilers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleergghh. Bleeeergghh.&lt;/span&gt; That's the sound of me feeling physically ill while I watched this endlessly irritating, endlessly imbecilic movie. I'm usually very forgiving towards remakes, but just thinking about the artistry of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="arial"&gt;A Tale of Two Sisters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; compared to this laughably cliched and awkward and visionless remake did make me want to puke. Throughout, I squirmed in my seat, groaned audibly, slapped my palm against my forehead, and broke into a drool of imitated braindeadedness, without fear of disrupting the movie-goers around me, mocking the film left and right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;div class="spoiler" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That said, it does offer its own interesting spin on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; big twist of the original. Its version of events is much more mean-spirited and psychologically subversive than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Sisters&lt;/span&gt;', and actually gives the film some thematic cause for being such a sexed-up, teeny-bopper, American make-over of the more sober, adult Korean film.  While that film dealt with budding biology through the mind of a main protagonist struggling to achieve a sort of adulthood and maturity, this remake consistently peddles and presents sex and sexuality with the attitude of a giggling school girl, through the eyes of a main protagonist wanting to cling to a childhood purity threatened by a wanton and whorish new stepmother.  When the remake's secret is let out of the bag and the film reveals its message as some sort of variation on the old covenant "Get some nookie or let's go kooky," then it just all makes sense the film sexifies teen-star Emily Browning to such an extent it seems only possible in her dreams.  Might there be some implicit critique made by the film, that all the overwrought CW shows and grotesque tween celebrity scene and Emily Browning in two-pieces are nightmare manifestations of the repressed psyche of bourgeoisie American youth?  That if all teeny-boppers are as vapid as what this film hawks to them, then all youths in question are as subject to delusion and possible psychosis as the flittery, ill-"educated" young woman of this picture?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nah.  There's much too much audience-protagonist identification throughout, instead of much-needed meta-irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathless&lt;/span&gt; (Godard, 1960)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Killers&lt;/span&gt; (Siodmak, 1946)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dunwich Horror&lt;/span&gt; (Haller, 1970)     5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gidget Goes Date-Rape... For, Like, a Whole Week Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  The serious issue that is date-rape aside, Daniel Haller's Sandra Dee-starring early 70s psychedalia horror-flick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Dunwich Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is weird and amusing enough to make me appreciate it on some level.  Likely the level that can imagine going whole hog with a really strung-out chick one smoky Woodstock night on the dewy green as Canned Heat played in the background.  Poor Sandra Dee.  This film is not good to her, or any of its women characters in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The film is not good, persay, but I for one appreciated its stylistic pretention. It's an example of a director, Haller, who was previously an art designer and now taking a turn as director. It is readily apparent: he has a great eye, a very lofty sense of style, and generally a great "art designer" sense of directing - but he can't quite get us to take it all seriously when he has to put his artsiness in the context of a story, and when no restraint is shown in cinematography so conceptualized it just seems made for a trip-out instead of a serious film.  If this movie were made with the intelligent design behind &lt;i&gt;Flaming Creatures&lt;/i&gt; or a Guy Maddin film, Haller would've been a genius.  But in reality, this is just a very silly horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Die, Monster, Die!&lt;/span&gt; (Haller, 1975)     4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Angels&lt;/span&gt; (Gordon Green, 2008)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young and Innocent&lt;/span&gt; (Hitchcock, 1937)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt; (Osborne, 2008)     5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Otik&lt;/span&gt; (Svankmajer, 2000)     7&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt; (Miller, 2006)     9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Haunted Strangler&lt;/span&gt; (Day, 1948)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beast Must Die&lt;/span&gt; (Annett, 1974)     4&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strangers on a Train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Hitchcock, 1951)    &lt;/span&gt; 7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangers on a Train&lt;/span&gt; is the first Hitchcock in a long time that I've come away feeling a bit underwhelmed (although, of course, it's not as if I have been watching what I assume are his least interesting works). It is surely an excellent piece of filmmaking, but I feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow of a Doubt&lt;/span&gt; is a much more poignant picture about deviant personality lashing out against certain uglinesses of pompous normalcy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strangers&lt;/span&gt; certainly has a lot of visual wit and biting undercurrents, but I think it is finally a case of Hitchcock's rigorous constructions and narrative tightness piling too thickly and overcoming subtextual insight. Even the much-touted merry-go-round finale seemed less "evocative imagery" than just a plot device (even though it is, of course, to some degree, visual evocation - I'd be fooling myself if I thought "Let's set the climactic fight on a merry-go-round!" was completely arbitary or completely a thin gimmick).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School of Rock&lt;/span&gt; (Linklater, 2003)     6&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead-Alive (aka Braindead)&lt;/span&gt; (Jackson, 1992)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dust Devil&lt;/span&gt; (Stanley, 1992)     4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Saddest Music in the World&lt;/span&gt; (Maddin, 2003)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first Guy Maddin flick.  Maddin uncannily recreates the "silent film" look, and it's not just for cute aesthetic experimentation. The use of the silent movie look mixed with his non-sanitized characters, sensibility, and really wacky and inspired story really works with its theme on the irresponsible mixing-and-matching of emotionality (sadness and nostalgia and sociological representations) with the petty, insensitive, bawdy drama and business the main characters take part in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  But on the con side, I also found Maddin's filmmaking generally rather ostentatious and indelicate. While his images are often striking and delicate, his editing and conceptualization is a bit flashy and frenetic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The film should have milked the competition and musical sequences more. Instead it was too plot-driven and a bit overly jokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/span&gt; (Singer, 2008)     5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crazies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Romero, 1973)    &lt;/span&gt; 6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoid Park&lt;/span&gt; (Van Sant, 2007)     8&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt; (Caruso, 2007)     4&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt; (Lima, 2007)     4.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-632482004534333539?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/632482004534333539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=632482004534333539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/632482004534333539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/632482004534333539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-1017821086819484012</id><published>2008-12-18T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:17:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Flamingos&lt;/span&gt; (Waters, 1972)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The story has a remarkable simplicity and Waters' screenplay is surprising in its expressiveness. The contrast made between the non-territorial, non-intrusive, convivial (to those who understand her way of life) and principled and self-respecting Divine and the imposing, fascistic, materialistic Marbles has an almost brilliant clarity. The sort of defensiveness implicit in Waters' all-in championing of the private agency of the extra-ordinary outsider (and the support of those of exclusive good nature) does have a poignancy and one that comes through in the vivaciousness of the film.&lt;br /&gt;5.5, though, because it's a lot of juvenile antics and stunt repulsiveness to take, and, like, zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; effort seems to have been made by Waters toward any formal directorial craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   Good set design.   The film is complete trash filmmaking, so maybe it does deserve a lower score... but the meaning and sensibility behind the film's story is there, and it's damn funny sometimes.  Divine's proceeding over the Marbles' trial and fielding of the press is expert comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southland Tales&lt;/span&gt; (Kelly, 2006)     4.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fall&lt;/span&gt; (Tarsem Singh, 2006)     6&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2007/11/mist-darabont-2007.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Darabont, 2007)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Petit Soldat&lt;/span&gt; (Godard, 1963)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elephant&lt;/span&gt; (Van Sant, 2003)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/span&gt; (Stiller, 2008)     5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Squid and the Whale&lt;/span&gt; (Baumbach, 2005)     7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and You and Everyone We Know&lt;/span&gt; (July, 2005)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wings&lt;/span&gt; (Shepitko, 1966)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Re-Animator&lt;/span&gt; (Gordon, 1985)     6&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Long Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; (Altman, 1973)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Elephant Man&lt;/span&gt; (Lynch, 1980)     6&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dogville&lt;/span&gt; (Von Trier, 2003)     9&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heavenly Creatures&lt;/span&gt; (Jackson, 1994)     9&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frenzy&lt;/span&gt; (Hitchcock, 1972)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walkabout&lt;/span&gt; (Roeg, 1972)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1994)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1993)     9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-1017821086819484012?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1017821086819484012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=1017821086819484012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1017821086819484012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1017821086819484012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-2008.html' title='December 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-2430442370716897907</id><published>2008-11-20T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:33:00.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/span&gt; (Forster, 2008)     4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rogue&lt;/span&gt; (McLean, 2008)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa&lt;/span&gt; (Darnell and McGrath, 2008)     4.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Funhouse&lt;/span&gt; (Hooper, 1982)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy-Go-Lucky&lt;/span&gt; (Leigh, 2008)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleepaway Camp&lt;/span&gt; (Hiltzik, 1983)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Lies &lt;/span&gt;(short) (Block, 1974)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Double Life of Veronique&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1991)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel Getting Married&lt;/span&gt; (Demme, 2008)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzanne's Career&lt;/span&gt; (Rohmer, 1963)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bakery Girl of Monceau&lt;/span&gt; (Rohmer, 1963)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;/span&gt; (Sirk, 1959)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decalogue: VIII (Bear False Witness)&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1989) (TV)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; (Carpenter, 1982)     7&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;/span&gt; (Alfredson, 2008)     6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think it's empty, and I'm glad this sort of emotionally lofty and patient horror film is being embraced by all sorts of people, but the film is a bit lethargic and dull around the edges, and when it does finally perk up, it's usually for some easy morbidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decalogue: IV (Remember the Sabbath Day)&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1989) (TV)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decalogue: II (God's Name in Vain)&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1989) (TV) 8&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2009/06/pride-day-joshua-george-ratliff-2007.html"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ratliff, 2007)     7.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2430442370716897907?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2430442370716897907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=2430442370716897907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2430442370716897907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/2430442370716897907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-2008.html' title='November 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-1345147092582642598</id><published>2008-10-30T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:13:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER 08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hostel&lt;/span&gt; (Roth, 2005)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hostel still exhibits a sober sort of plangency with its cinematic decor - from an ambitiously layered script, to a sober eye for cinematography, to moments of earthy, depressive gravity that pepper the film - but this second viewing (after three years since seeing it on its opening weekend) revealed the flaws in the film lies in Roth's callow sense of dramatic pacing.   The film has sparkling moments of sensitivity, but they often seem too short, too concise. Instead of being woven into the film, they are just glimmers of the dramatic sense Roth has as a director, scattered smack in between moments that are rote and expositional. He doesn't realize that a great film breathes even the most purely utilitarian scenes with some ascendant aesthetic/dramatic sensibility united with the thematic core of the film, and thus creating a unified "great" whole - which Hostel is not, unfortunately. And he doesn't know how to give a buffer to his attempts at grace to allow them to breathe and proliferate with meaning.   This makes the film just sort of sloppy. Its going from restrained to loud-mouthed, or emotionally striking to emotionally mundane, in the split of a second, and it is often really frustrating.  I am still a relative proponent of the film, though, despite the new evaluation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; (McKee, 2003)     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Damn good filmmaking, really frickin' sophisticated sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chloe in the Afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(Rohmer, 1979)    &lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claire's Knee&lt;/span&gt; (Rohmer, 1978)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat People&lt;/span&gt; (Tourneur, 1942)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cat People's dialogue is dynamite. Upon this re-watch, I was actually kind of underwhelmed by Tourneur's directing (still great, though, probably just the 'Re-visiting with too-high expectations' effect), but the dialogue really never lets up. Really political and sociological, and its play with psychoanalytics is really "with-the-times." The only thing that (still) bugs me is that I just can't fathom Oliver being that patient with Irena, half a year past their wedding. Thankfully, the screenplay comes to the rescue, giving Oliver a moment to express to Alice (who came off as utterly shameless this time around) his irrepressible attraction to Irena's "foreignness," despite their considerable lack of intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Night At Maud's&lt;/span&gt; (Roher, 1974)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Curse of the Cat People&lt;/span&gt; (Von Fritsch and Wise, 1943)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can understand why someone wouldn't like 'Curse.' Plot-wise it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; kinda "blah," nothing really happens, and its point of conflict with the old woman and her daughter is just really vague in an off-the-wall sort of way... but the film's just too fucking magical. To wit, it's magical, touching, ethereal, and damn beautiful to look at.  Plus, its elevating of imagination and fantasy (and the dark and sad kind, even) over a general sort of traditionalism is a major plus for horror film fans like myself. This idea is presented with livid and arch beauty in the Christmas scene, where the dark specter sings the French carol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il le ne, le divin Enfant &lt;/span&gt;- with her fey, foreign lilt - in counterpoint to the self-satisfied singing of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shepherds Shake Off Your Drowsy Sleep&lt;/span&gt; by a flocking group of comfortable Anglos inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Psycho&lt;/span&gt; (Hitchcock, 1960)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dawn of the Dead&lt;/span&gt; (Romero, 1974)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2008/12/ascent-larisa-shepitko-1977.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ascent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sheptiko, 1977)     9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synecdoche, New York&lt;/span&gt; (Kaufman, 2008)     6.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-1345147092582642598?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1345147092582642598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=1345147092582642598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1345147092582642598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/1345147092582642598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-2008_30.html' title='October 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7212212458927641651</id><published>2008-09-30T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:38:40.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Il Deserto rosso (Red Desert) (Antonioni, 1964)    6.5&lt;br /&gt;      L'Urlo (The Howl) (Brass, 1970)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;      * L'Eclisse (Antonioni, 1962)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;      * La Notte (Antonioni, 1961)     9&lt;br /&gt;      * The Return of the Living Dead (O'Bannon, 1985)     7&lt;br /&gt;      Blithe Spirit (David Lean, 1945)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;      * Night of the Creeps (Dekker, 1986)     5&lt;br /&gt;      * L'Avventura (Antonioni, 1960)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;      Forces of Nature (Hughes, 1999)     4&lt;br /&gt;      "The Decalogue": &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adultery&lt;/span&gt; (Kieslowski, 1989) (TV)     8.5&lt;br /&gt;      The Girl at the Monceau Bakery (Rohmer, 1963)     8&lt;br /&gt;      What Dreams May Come (Ward, 1998)     5&lt;br /&gt;      Brewster McCloud (Altman, 1973)     9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-7212212458927641651?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7212212458927641651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=7212212458927641651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7212212458927641651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/7212212458927641651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-2008.html' title='September 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-4258482145537865221</id><published>2008-08-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:42:40.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Office Space (Judge, 1999)     4&lt;br /&gt;     Cat People (Schreider, 1982)     4&lt;br /&gt;     River's Edge (Hunter, 1986)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;     * Hostel: Part II (Roth, 2007)     5.5&lt;br /&gt;     * Popeye (Altman, 1980) 7&lt;br /&gt;     * The X-Files: I Want to Believe (Carter, 2008)     7&lt;br /&gt;     * Carnival of Souls (Harvey, 1962)     7&lt;br /&gt;     The Stunt Man (Rush, 1980)     7.5&lt;br /&gt;     Pineapple Express (Gordon Green, 2008)     6.5&lt;br /&gt;     Spontaneous Combustion (Hooper, 1990)     6&lt;br /&gt;     Inside (Baustillo, 2007)     5&lt;br /&gt;     Straw Dogs (Peckinpah, 1971)     8.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-4258482145537865221?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4258482145537865221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=4258482145537865221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4258482145537865221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/4258482145537865221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-2008.html' title='August 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-3913933415639522760</id><published>2008-07-30T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:41:15.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The X-Files: I Want to Believe (Carter, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;  Bruiser (Romero, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;  The Dark Knight (Nolan, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;  Season of the Witch (Romero, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;  Immortal Beloved (Rose, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;  Belle de Jour (Bunuel, 1967)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;  Two Lane Blacktop (Hellman, 1971)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;  Wanted (Bembaktov, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;  Mission to Mars (de Palma, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;  Hard Labour (Leigh, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;  You Can't Take It With You (Capra, 1937)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;  Magic (Attenborough, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;  Noriko's Dinner Table (Sono, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-3913933415639522760?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3913933415639522760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=3913933415639522760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3913933415639522760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/3913933415639522760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-2008.html' title='July 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-599962512552953178</id><published>2008-06-30T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:41:03.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wall-E (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt; All That Heaven Allows (Sirk, 1954)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt; * Diary of the Dead (Romero, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt; Winchester '73 (Mann, 1955)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt; * Charisma (Kurosawa, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt; O.C. and Stiggs (Altman, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt; 30 Days of Night (Slade, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;br /&gt; Lonely Are the Brave (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt; Retribution (Kurosawa, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt; The Man From Laramie (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt; Cleo From 5 to 7 (Varda, 1956)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt; After the Thin Man&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt; Syndromes and a Century (Weerasethakul, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt; The Happening (Shyamalan, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt; Hannah Takes the Stairs (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt; The Third Mother (Argento, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt; Crocodile (Hooper, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-599962512552953178?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/599962512552953178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=599962512552953178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/599962512552953178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/599962512552953178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-2008.html' title='June 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-6110595073483833421</id><published>2008-05-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:18:53.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (Spielberg, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's something bubbling underneath the surface of this one... I'm not  surprised at various writers' attempts to extract something out of its  clever self-reflexivity.  There are striking considerations of the new  era the series takes place in now: the depictions of youth, the use of  knowledge for intimidation, the very pettiness of the quest, the  occasional sense of vulnerability allowed its Commie villains (i.e. the  drag race in the awesome opening credits, Blanchett's admirably &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;emotive&lt;/span&gt; performance).  The film also seems to be striving to distill the very nature of the &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;  Jones films, what with its plot points concerning academia and  adventure, and the revisions and referrals to history (the adventure  seems to amount to little more than an opportunity for Spilko and Jones  to horde knowledge and combat their principles towards discovery, at the  expense of the remains of cruel conquistadors and humble natives).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But yeah, otherwise the movie just isn't very good.  Silly, inane, too  glossy, and the end is the definition of anti-climactic predictability.   I hate to say it, but the movie could've used some... stronger  violence?  Ray Winstone's last scene is mind-bogglingly strange.  And  the whole movie is just another victim of the CGI age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Turbulence 2: Fear of Flying (TV broadcast) (Philippines) (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;2.5&lt;br /&gt;Smiles of a Summer Night (Bergman, 1948)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover (Greenaway, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;* Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (Wright, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Speed Racer (Wachowski Brothers, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Invaders from Mars (Hooper, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix (Wachowski Brothers, 1999)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Lifeforce (Hooper, 1985)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6110595073483833421?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6110595073483833421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=6110595073483833421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6110595073483833421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/6110595073483833421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-2008.html' title='May 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-909990327342074822</id><published>2008-04-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:36:28.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standard Operating Procedure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Morris, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got to see Errol Morris' new documentary Standard Operation Procedure at the SF International Film Festival with Morris in attendance and with Q&amp;amp;A. Morris' pedagogic approach is always a bit too lofty and post-modern chic, and this is no exception. Whether allegorizing his grand commentaries in character personalities, leaving his more barbed criticisms in the realm of semiotics (the film, when on the topic of his arrest, uses the act of slo-mo egg-frying to evoke the figure of Saddam Hussein), or restricting his film to the incessant blather of one particular perspective (here, those of the "bad apples" of Abu Ghraib, portrayed as clueless young'ns), Morris made his point about the irresponsibility of war-time systems much better in the Q&amp;amp;A than in the film itself. The film itself is rather droning and long-winded, spending too much time detailing in over-produced reenactments the crimes committed in the prison while his greater themes remain obfuscated by his love of creating irony through accessibility, but to the point of excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bonnie and Clyde (Penn, 1969)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* The Life Aquatic with Steven Zissou (Anderson, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* Killer of Sheep (Burnett, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Death: The Rise and Fall of Fred A. Leuchter, Jr. (Morris, 1994)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Rashomon (Kurosawa, 1950)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Thin Blue Line (Morris, 1987)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* Punch-Drunk Love (Anderson, 2001) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;* L'Avventura (Antonioni, 1960)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Gates of Heaven (Morris, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The 400 Blows (Truffaut, 1967)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-909990327342074822?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;Singin' in the Rain (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;North By Northwest (Hitchcock, 1959)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;The Convent (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;* Cube (Natali, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Rescue Dawn (Herzog, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Doppelganger (Kurosawa, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-5481980130216020538?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5481980130216020538/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-5044805470429430294</id><published>2008-02-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:32:51.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severance (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clayton (Gilroy, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima Mon Amour (Resnais, 1960)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Margot at the Wedding (Baumbach, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Bicycle Thief (de Sica, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance of Things to Come (Marker, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Mangler (Hooper, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Berkeley (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (Dominick, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Citizen Kane (Welles, 1944)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Sans Soleil (Marker, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Faces (Cassavetes, 1968)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lives of Others &lt;/span&gt;(von Donnersmarck, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The film has artful delicacy seen in its consistent peppering of cohering visual cues, many times evoking the film's central focus of "surveillance."  The character Christa's final moment is particularly well-handled, utilizing the "head-on" shot of Christa, one of the film's most often used visual cues, to a devastating - and ironic (rather indelicately emphasized in my previous scare quoted turn of phrase) - effect.&lt;br /&gt;The film is too long, though, and it lacks a forcefulness to it, whether regarding its politics or its very construction I do not know. The film is overall a bit rudimentary in its storytelling and character-centric approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boss of it All (von Trier, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Verhoeven, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*spoilers*  Black Book&lt;/i&gt; is so close to being great, if it were not for its last minute plot twist, the &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; last double-cross heaped upon the previous doubles-crosses. It only served as overkill, forcing the film's incisive point - about war not being about good vs. evil, but a complex network of pricks screwing each other over - to a point more literalistic than, and less metaphoric as, it should have been.  The Doctor had come in a hero, taken her away, allowed her finally the "Victory Jeep ride" we anticipated for her, yet he is all together unheedful of why she breaks down crying about the executed Mutze. That showed his soulless mechanization more than enough, but unfortunately the film had to go and make him a one-dimensional villain.  If the film had ended with the moment where she breaks down crying, sobbing the phrase "Will it never end?", the film would have been superlative.  That one moment so perfectly encapsulates the dashed expectations and irrevocable epiphanies and humiliations Ellis has had to endure as a wannabe Mata Hari.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, the film is exceptional and Verhoeven perfectly over-stylizes the film to fit Van Houten's romantic hopes of transgressing the Nazi regime.  Throughout, he tinges the film with a very contemporary, matter-of-fact touch that puts various overly dour romanticizations of World War II Europe to shame. The best thing about the film is Ellis (or Carice Van Houten, no need to give-or-take distinctions between them). The vagueness of what exactly is the true fiber of her character, and Verhoeven's strange hints at an off-putting artificiality in the convictions she takes on, creates just the right balance to make her both involving and enigmatic: a surrogate heroine as well as a character to analyze and scrutinize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth (Lichtenstein, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;The Rules of the Game (Renoir, 1939)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Gone Baby Gone (Affleck, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Shadows (Cassavetes, 1959)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* Bringing Up Baby (Hawks, 1938)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted (Lima, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;12:08 East of Bucharest (Porumboiu, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Company (Altman, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;* There Will Be Blood (Anderson, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Exiled (To, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (Cassavetes, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-5044805470429430294?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5044805470429430294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=5044805470429430294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5044805470429430294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168352915262940422/posts/default/5044805470429430294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-2008.html' title='February 2008'/><author><name>JR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15544454753709801525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7962839668685595928</id><published>2008-01-30T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:44:10.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; * Blackmail (Hitchcock, 1929)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Le Joli Mai (Marker &amp;amp; Lhomme, 1963)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;* McCabe &amp;amp; Mrs. Miller (Altman, 1971)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Fat Girl (Breillat, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Los Olvidados (Buñuel, 1950)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The Koumiko Mystery (Marker, 1965)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;La Jetee (Marker, 1962)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Night and Fog (Resnais, 1955)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Days of Heaven (Malick, 1978)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Across the Universe (Taymor, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia (Anderson, 1999)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;Kids (Clark, 1995)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang Love, Juvenile A (Miike, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not There (Haynes, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Notorious (Hitchcock, 1946)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;* Targets (Bogdanovich, 1968)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Orphanage (Bayona, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;This is England (Meadows, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Taste of Tea (Ishii, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* May (McKee, 2003)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;Cloverfield (Reeves, 2008)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Offside (Panahi, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Hot Fuzz (Wright, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Knocked Up (Apatow, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;3:10 to Yuma (Mangold, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Red Road (Arnold, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Beloved (Demme, 1998)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* The Quiet Family (Kim, 1998)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;* The Host (Bong, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7.5&lt;br /&gt;The Lookout (Frank, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 Weeks Later &lt;/span&gt;(Fresnadillo, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thoroughly engaging, recurrently effective as an approximation of the demoralized atrocities of ill-defined militarism, fear, and warfare (whether in war, in the blood, or in the family)... but Jesus if that wasn't one of the more sloppy, slap-dash, and incohesively constructed big-budget mainstream films I have ever witnessed. The film is too frenetic in directing and editing, for the film maintains the same overbearing style throughout and thus loses dramatic coherence (which it does possess at some points) in the quagmire of stylistic excess and a deficient sense of the virtues of a varied pacing and also variance in stylistic composition. The director and editor seemed to only function on two modes: haphazard montage of beautiful imagery and incomprehensible action sequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Too sloppy and overdone to be truly good - and the film's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;sloppily crafted - but it has a striking thematic heft that makes me see the film as a too somber, too serious UK equivalent to &lt;b&gt;The Host&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Alive (Hooper, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Servant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Losey, 1963)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Appropriately high strung and scary in its portrayal of the perils of lethargy. One really feels the vapid complacence and subsequent torpor that entails the main character's downfall. Guaranteed to make one want to give up drug-stupored orgies and take control of one's own life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Affair (McCarey, 1939)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time &lt;/span&gt;(Kim, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A nicely edgy and upfront appraisal of cruel emotional politics ingrained in serious relationships, but I'm not sure shaky dialogue and overwroughtness assist much Ki-duk's spare directing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno (Reitman, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theatres (Maiellaro &amp;amp; Willis, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;From Beyond (Gordon, 1986)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Bill and the Indians, or Sitting Bull's History Lesson (Altman, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Burning (Maylam, 1981)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix (Yates, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Black Snake Moan (Brewer, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons Movie (Silverman, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Away from Her (Polley, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;br /&gt;* God Told Me To (Cohen, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;* Death Proof (Tarantino, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Who Can Kill a Child? (Serrador, 1976)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautifully filmed, sometimes-silly-sometimes-brilliant low-budget Euro horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer of Sheep (Burnett, 1977)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Carney, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pleasant, with engaging music.  Characters are downtrodden in an admirably subdued way, and it's refreshing how they weigh their options and convictions like real adults, all without losing the sweeping romance that the more typical movie love story would usually throw all its dignity to the wind to achieve.  But otherwise... meh? Not sure I find much to take away from this one, especially formally. Have I mentioned I hate musical montage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ali: Fear Eats the Soul &lt;/span&gt;(Fassbender, 1974)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bless that turn of the screw a third into it. I should have seen it coming, but it pushed the movie up from good to great. Fassbinder's strange, ironical formal technique magically clicks when the film's relentless prejudice romance-drama is finally ambushed by realities like the nature of uppity old womanhood, rowdy and prideful young manhood, and stubborn cultural values and language-intelligence barriers. Then it is awesome how the film regresses back to melodrama, then does a back flip again at the last second to serve bummerific immigrant labor social realities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Django (Corbucci, 1966) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-7962839668685595928?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7962839668685595928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3168352915262940422&amp;postID=7962839668685595928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(Wesley, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (Burton, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;Alligator (Teague, 1980)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;I Now Pronounce You Chuck &amp;amp; Larry (Dugan, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation (Jonze, 2000)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland (Simpson, 1989)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Atonement (Wright, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Children of Men (Cauron, 2006)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cranialblowout.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-film-is-absolutely-majestic-at.html"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/a&gt; (Anderson, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers (V) (Simpson, 1988)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo (Hitchcock, 1958)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9.5&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray (Shankman, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-6937536145712057718?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6937536145712057718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168352915262940422.post-7137883736055936543</id><published>2007-08-31T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:53:25.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society (Yuzna, 1989)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;5.5&lt;br /&gt;Blue (Kieslowski, 1993)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;The Booth (Nakamura, 2005)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;The Piano Teacher (Haneke, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;8.5&lt;br /&gt;The Messengers (Pang Brothers, 2007)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;1.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;3.5&lt;br /&gt;Persona (Bergman, 1966)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Gridlock'd (Curtis-Hall, 1997)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Shutter (Pisanthanakun &amp;amp; Wongpoom, 2004)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;* Wendigo (Fessenden, 2001)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|||||&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3168352915262940422-2909985542336172488?l=logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logitstickitworkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2909985542336172488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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