Showing posts with label Richard Harris. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Matt’s Week in Dork! (8/19/12-8/25/12)
Not too much new this week, I guess. Couple of chunks of downtime, so a lot of movies.
Doll Face: Oh, spousal abuse. Comic gold! A huckster boyfriend (and advocate of lady punching) and a smooth talking writer vie for the attentions of a dancer with stars in her eyes. Based on a Gypsy Rose Lee play, I’m sure she drew on her own history for some of the bits. The excitement and romance of bury-Q revealed!
The Duke is Tops: Lena Horne has a thousand watt smile, a sweet voice, and gams that just won’t quit (sadly covered in this film). What she doesn’t have is an ounce of acting talent. Still, it’s nice to see a movie from the late 30s, featuring black actors, that doesn’t feel exploitative (except that one musical number near the end), condescending, or outright hostile. Some fascinating characters and good performances, too. The Cats and the Fiddle were crazy, man. The whole snake-oil sales subplot was unexpected, and kept reminding me of Carnivale. The depression must have been a weird time to live through, beyond the obvious economic and environmental problems. Not only did it foster the rebirth of American religious obsession (religion being the drug people run to most in times of trouble), but it seems to have been a great time for get rich quick schemes, self-discovery and creation, and outlandish personality. Extreme and obscure fads popped out of every corner as people were desperate to escape the reality of their lives.
Hi-De-Ho: Cab Calloway is a lady slapping cat who sings up a storm but can’t act a bit. His violence prone lady friend isn’t having any of Cab’s new, mousy agent. Calloway has a ton of charisma while he’s performing music, but once his band stops, so does most of his charm. His dance during the song ‘Hey, now.’ looked familiar. I realized it’s because he dances like me. Did he have a time machine? There’s a great tap number near the end, too. And I’m not much of a tap guy. The music in this one is awesome, but the in-between bits are kind of awkward and goofy.
Game of Thrones Season 1: I’m generally not a huge fantasy fan, though I often do enjoy the genre in film. And I’m really, really not a fan of the ‘death of trees’ fantasy sagas that seem to be the fashion of the day. All these post-Tolkien, 10 book, 900 pages per volume series that cry out to the heavens for an editor. And after watching this series, I have absolutely NO interest in reading the books. But, this was a good show, and I can’t wait to see the next season. It makes me wish more books (especially ones I actually do read) would get this kind of respectful treatment (Herbert’s Dune series? Howard’s Conan? Burroughs’ Barsoom? Robinson’s Mars? Oh, the possibilities). Doing this 10-12 episode, season per book adaptation is a great option.
The Deadly Trackers: Richard Harris faces off against Rod Taylor in this brutal, ugly, and sadly, kinda boring Western. It’s got some really good bits. But the whole thing meanders through a lot of ‘seen it-done it’ pilfering. The opening 20 minutes are probably the best, setting up for some crazy revenge. But the actual procedural (that’s how it feels) of tracking and killing the baddies gets tired fast. Requisite Mexican buddy, prostitute, and dumb villagers are all present. Just missing a priest, really.
Man in the Wilderness: If nothing else, the image of a boat being hauled through the forest that opens the film is dramatic. The bear attack…less so. I had actually read about the events dramatized in this film during my Western Month a couple years back. A testament to human endurance, to say the very least. Richard Harris does a good job of looking physically destroyed, and he’s able to carry much of the film with little more than grunts and gasps. There is some seriously beautiful scenery. If you weren’t in the mood for a lot of dialog, this would be a good companion film to Jeremiah Johnson or maybe The Grey. Though I guess the way it plays out is more ‘cinematic’ than the real events, but I kind of wish they’d stayed with history on this one. The spirit is about right, but the details all wrong.
Viva Las Vegas: I’m not the biggest Ann-Margret fan, but YOWZAH! When she appears in those white shorts…I think my eyeballs fogged up. Vegas is a city that holds no magic for me, either. But showgirls are showgirls and they’re A-OK with me. Elvis and his Italian friend’s club-crawl looking for Ann-Margret’s perfect posterior is kinda awesome. And her swinging 60s dance number at the gym; crazy! I’ve never had much skill reading women. But I get what her body language was saying in that dance…and you can’t say that stuff on television (not even on FOX). I think I need a cold shower. The final race is horrifyingly explosive, though. Like some crazy Car Wars action. Everybody’s smiles and sunshine at the end, but I’m pretty sure two or three of those drivers are super dead.
The Eighteen Jade Arhats: “Well miss, your kung fu is good.” This dvd would make a great example of why ‘pan & scan’ is the devil’s work. As far as the actual movie goes, I have no f’in idea what was going on here. Lots of random dialog, lots of bad cutting and sudden zooms, and awkward sound effects like you just don’t know. Who is anyone? Why are they doing things? What are they doing, exactly? Is that Asian Julie Newmar? I don’t know. Somebody’s dead. I guess some folks are trying to find out who did it. Some old guy kills people with his palm…but I guess it wasn’t him. Watch out for old dudes in wide hats who sound like they’re in a Don Blooth movie. DEMON ATTACK!!! It’s all right…they’re only men dressed up. Birth Gate or Death Gate?! Surprise funeral! Monk wants a little head! Light Kung Fu!!! Conditional killing!!! (Glad it’s not raining!). Is that an apron? Is he gonna make cookies later? Don’t worry if it doesn’t make sense. Two thirds of the movie doesn’t actually matter. I don’t know if it’s the transfer (which is terrible) or the way the film was shot, but it’s WAY too dark most of the time, so many fights are really hard to watch. Not one of the better 70s chop socky movies I’ve seen.
The Creature with the Atom Brain: A wacky scientist and an angry dude get together to use science-zombies for theft and murder. Can a pipe smoking doctor and his hat wearing chums solve the mystery of the glowing fingerprints? A lot of the film is pretty typical Atomic Horror stuff, with all the Mr. Wizard exposition and explanation. But it’s well filmed and the cast is charming. I love that when doctors get together, they sure enjoy smoking those Bob Dobbs pipes.
The Venture Bros. Season Two: Holy crap. What levels of bad taste and surreal madness will this show not descend to? None that I can see. The glory of the Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend. Brock Sampson’s sweet mullet. A Blackula hunter and a sex changing Hunter. Good sweet crap, this show is amazing. And finally, the true identity of the Sovereign will be revealed! Zoinks!
The Giant Claw: “Atomic spit-balls.” Is it a flying saucer? NO! It’s a giantass space bird and it’s coming for you. This movie has some cool stuff in it, and some great Atomic Horror dialog. But the creature never really works. It looks like a strung out punk rocker mixed with a buzzard, and moves like Fiona Apple. The movie is a little over long. And though I know it would never be handled right, and general viewing audiences are too cynical to enjoy the madness, but part of me would love to see this remade today.
Bye Bye Birdie: “Who wants respect from a ten year old kid?” Conrad Birdie (basically Elvis) has been drafted, and he’s gonna make some young woman’s existence mean something before he heads off. He’s gonna kiss her on TV. The cult of celebrity is explored in musical numbers, as women go totally apenuts for the gyrating, gold jumpsuited rocker. Ann-Margret plays the lucky girl, and she does that all American Teen girl thing very well. I love how she can look so sweet and prim in one shot and so…not, in another. And who would expect that Gone With the Wind battle aftermath joke?
Lockout: “You want some in your mouth?” This movie is SO Luc Besson. And I don’t think I mean that in a good way. Awkward humor, wacky action, somewhat fun, but not as good as it should be. When that dumb chick from Lost and that Australian guy who can’t seem to make the right career choices end up on the worst prison ever made (in SPACE!!!), full of Luc Besson-style criminals, run by the crappiest cops this side of Keystone, you know there’s gonna be a bunch of…well, cliché behavior. This really, really needed to be R-rated. More Crank and, less No Escape. It’s basically Escape from New York, but written by 12 year olds, which is too bad, because Escape from New York in Space could have made for a cool flick. I wish more movies of this type were made. I could watch semi-low budget space-based science fiction films all the time. But since the few that are made aren’t usually very good, I doubt that’ll happen.
Fun in Acapulco: “No man really wants to get married.” Ursula Andres looks like she stepped out of a Wagnerian fantasy land. She should be clad in golden armor with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. Elvis finds her in a Mexican hotel where he gets a job as a singer and lifeguard. You know. That old story. There’s a lady matador, a kid more connected than Ma Bell, and a champion diver who isn’t having any of it. Though still a lot of fun, this movie is not up to some of the King’s other films. Still, he’s like the Superman of Song. A song needs to get sung, and he’s on it like chronic. Elvis is kind of a dick in this, though. He doesn’t really treat the ladies too good. Though I think at one point, he could have had them both at the same time if he’d asked. What’s up with that?
Die Nibelungen- Siegfried: Fritz Lang’s silent fantasy film is another tale about dudes who should ‘just say no’ to chicks. A great hero and a great king become best friends, but an amazon shrew and a blabbing blond spell a bloody end to what should have been a solid friendship. There are some pretty cool scenes in this movie, but they’re weighted pretty heavy to the first half. Once everyone comes back to Worms and the women get to work ruining everything, it’s mostly just standing around in castle rooms and chatting. One credibility issue the film has is the ladies. They’re…um…well, they’re…in the words of poet Austin Powers, ‘a bit manish.’ They kind of look like the Monty Python guys in drag. Kriemhild is supposed to be a woman of such beauty that stories of her make Siegfried kill dragons, battle ugly dwarves, achieve huge honors, and brave all kinds of danger. Personally, I’d be looking into ‘lemon laws’ if she was what I ended up with (and that’s before the whole, ruining my epic friendship and getting me killed part). If she made up for her lack of looks by say, not getting anyone killed, or ruining everything she touches, it would be a different story.
How could I resist? Found Magnum P.I. season 2 for 10 bucks. Oh, yeah. Love this show. It was cool seeing Tales of the Gold Monkey’s Corky in another episode as a local, by the books Navy guy.
I checked out the first two episodes of the UK show Zen. It’s always a bit odd watching shows as conspicuously and specifically placed in a certain geographic region where the accents are so wrong. It’s one thing when ancient Romans all sport British accents, or medieval knights (even the French and German ones); but a bunch of British accents coming from members of an Italian police force? It’s odd. Made more so by the inconsistency. Still, it’s always good to see Rufus Sewell working.
While watching Cab Calloway in Hi-De-Ho, this past weekend, I got the idea for a great piece of art. I want a painting of Calloway punching Hitler (perhaps over a table in a nightclub). In the background, several members of his band are blasting Nazis with tommy guns, while the others continue to play. Maybe Josephine Baker should be there, blasting some Gestapo goon with a derringer. Berlin could be burning in the background. The more I think about it, the more I like it.
On Friday night, Lisa hosted another gathering of the graphic novel book club. Habibi was the book of the night, and as expected, it brought out some strong opinions. The book deals with some fairly rough subjects. There was some spirited debate about sex and religion, about the portrayal of men vs. women in the book, and about the depiction of different ethnicities. It was an interesting night.
-Matt
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Monday, July 30, 2012
Dork Art: Francesco Francavilla's Water
This is why Francesca Francavilla is awesome. Over at the What Not blog, artist Philip Bond chose Water as this week's artist theme. And since last week, for the 70s theme, he did the ultimate fisherman's blockbuster JAWS, this time around he went for the killer whale knock-off, Orca. Now if we could only get prints of JAWS and Orca to go along with Francavilla's watery Creature From The Black Lagoon Mondo print than I'll be endlessly happy.
--Brad
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Dork Art: David Amblard's Manhunters
Dig these Manhunter prints from David Amblard. And they can be yours for a relatively cheap price, just click HERE. in a gadda da vida.
--Brad
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Brad's Week in Dork! (1/15/12-1/21/12)
I might not have consumed as many films as I did last week, but I sure had a productive Week in Dork.
After much thought and discussion, I finally kicked off my Westerns Review series over at Cineawesome with the Henry King directed, The Gunfighter. The purpose of these reviews is not to chat on about all those Great Films like The Searchers or The Wild Bunch, but to tackle lesser known classics or forgotten oddities. So you can expect to see reviews of The Ox-Bow Incident, The Shooting, Tom Horn, Silent Tongue, Seraphim Falls, and The Proposition in the near future.
And I'm still obsessing over Roger Comran flicks. After several years of yearning, I finally got my hands on a copy of The St. Valentine's Day Massacre and I was kinda shocked at it's superior quality. The next goal is to track down X The Man with the X-Ray Eyes and Apache Woman. The goal is to see all the films referenced in Corman's World that I have not yet devoured.
And the boob tube was another big time killer this week.
TV OF THE WEEK!
Boardwalk Empire Season One: Most of my week was taken up with my new found obsession, Boardwalk Empire. A lot of folks I trust told me not to expect much from this show, but I was hooked from the very first pilot and I honestly can't remember the last time an obsession took hold so quickly. Of course, I love the era. Prohibition. Background players made up of a young Capone, Lansky, and Lucky Luciano. But this is Steve Buscemi's show, and he is utterly brilliant as the puppet master Nucky and Michael Shannon's psychotic G-Man scares the crap outta me. The season wrapped up a little too neatly and I was left wanting more from some of the supporters like Dabney Coleman's Commodore and Shea Whigham's weak little brother, but I cannot wait to see what violence erupts in the second season.
Supernatural Season 7 Episode "Adventures in Babysitting" & "Time After Time After Time": Last week's Babysitting Adventure was absolutely terrible thanks to some horrifically annoying teenager casting, but the time traveling Chronos hunt was heaps of fun. The giddy joys of watching Jensen Ackles run 20s slang against his new partner, Elliot Ness (The X-Files' bastard turncoat, Nicholas Lea!) was nearly uncontrollable. I swear this show makes me feel like a twelve year old girl, but I love it. Sure, this season feels a little bit like it's jumped the shark but I could see it regaining steam once the Leviathan Hunt gets proper.
Justified Season 3 Episode "The Gunfighter": The third season starts off proper with Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins coming to blows in the US Marshals office sending the bad boy Boyd back upstate, Raylan licking his wounds. But that's just the first of several confrontations in this ep: Ava & Devil & The Frying Pan, the new big bad Neal McDonough & the in-over-his-head Emitt Arnett, and Raylan's showdown with ice-picker Fletcher. The overall season arc is not as obvious as last year's, but I can't wait to see where these cowboys go.
MOVIES OF THE WEEK!
The Gunfighter: "Get Killed Somewhere Else!" Gregory Peck gives one of his finest performances (and quite possibly his finest performance) as the aging (35 years old!) shootist Jimmy Ringo, a man who can't seem to sip a drink without some whelp interrupting him with gunfire. Set mostly in one saloon, tended by a young Karl Malden, The Gunfighter is a near brilliant Western of claustrophobic beauty that set the standards for morally ambivalent Eastwood flicks like The Outlaw Josey Wales and Unforgiven. The script offers lots to chew on with White Hats, Black Hats, and No Hats attempting conflict with Peck's sure aim. And there is an absolutely killer climax. To read further of my uncontrollable Western love, read my full review over at Cineawesome!
Jackson County Jail: "They're Going To Kill You." "That Don't Matter. I Was Born Dead." Dang depressing exploitation flick. I really love the first fifteen/twenty minutes and the last fifteen/twenty minutes, but the middle is bogged down in a lot of mundane scripting. A young, Rolling Thunder era Tommy Lee Jones partners up with the savage housewife, Yvette Mimieux after her brutal rape inside a hick jailhouse. Jones is a disgusting brute, but has wonderful chemistry with Mimieux and their final getaway had me cheering the way only B Movie exploitation can. Not a great film, but a must-see for fans of the Roger Corman sensibility.
Haywire: 20 days into the new year and I've finally seen my first new release of 2012. Haywire is a decent enough action flick with director Steven Soderbergh seeming to practice a style exercise similar to Joe Wright's Hanna, but nowhere near as engaging thanks to a fairly lifeless performance from MMA fighter Gina Carano. Hmmmm...that's a bit harsh, she gets the job done. But there are several cringe-inducing line readings ("You Better Run") and even though her beastly man-beatings are seriously badass (the Fassbender hotel 'bout being the film's highlight), Carano would probably have been better served as choreographer than actress. The film is lined with several fine actors (Ewan McGregor, Anotonio Banderas, Bill Paxton, Michael Douglas) but they all seem to be phoning it in for their director friend. Still, you could do worse than Hanna-lite.
Avalanche Express: A fascinating, if somewhat disturbing film to watch as a film fan. During production of the film both its director Mark Robson and co-star Robert Shaw died of heart attacks just weeks apart. Robert Rietti was brought on to redo Shaw's audio so for the entire runtime you never once hear's Shaw's actual voice. Honestly, how can you get past that? The actual story of Lee Marvin's secret agent escorting Shaw's Soviet defect across foreign borders is fairly dullsville anyway, but it becomes downright surreal with the dubbing. And apparently Monte Hellman and Gene Corman (brother to Roger) were brought on to finish the picture. A bizarre viewing experience.
99 and 44/100% Dead: Well, this one is just bonkers. The back of the box says "In a future where the laws of reality have been suspended, Harry Crown (Richard Harris) is a hit man..." Well, this ain't sci-fi. And I don't know about this future business. I think it just takes place in a zany comedy world where gunshots are the norm and Chuck Conners can be taken semi-seriously with his interchangeable mechanical arm as he battles it out with Richard Harris in his amazing pair of goofy-cool, thick rimmed glasses. Seriously, what the hell is going on in this film. I need to watch it again. With people. Special People, who can handle the title let alone its whacky antics.
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre: Directed with the sure hand of a mature Roger Corman, The St. Valentine's Day Massacre is a low-budget, but definitely Hollywood attempt at historical accuracy centering around the infamous 1929 gangland killings of 7 of Bugs Moran's (Ralph Meeker) bootlegger goons. Stuffed with Paul Frees' Dragnet narration, the movie delivers a fairly emotionless account of the events leading up to the killings but thankfully fills the roles of dozens of key characters with fine performances. Jason Robards is piles of fun as the baseball bat swinging Al Capone, and George Segal is genuinely scary as the sandwich chomping lady-beater Peter Gusenberg. And don't blink or you'll miss uncredited assassins Jack Nicholson and Dick Miller.
COMIC BOOKS OF THE WEEK!
BPRD Hell on Earth Volume 2--Gods and Monsters: Having spent decades in the Marvel and DC Universes where catastrophic events (Magneto flipping the world's axis once or twice, for example) it is utterly refreshing to experience the catastrophes on display in The Mignolaverse. B.P.R.D started out as a minor, sister-title to Hellboy but has nearly become the the go-to book for the Hellboy & Co saga. Hell on Earth Volume 1 began with the end of the Frog War and the volcanic devastation of Texas. Volume 2 picks up with horrendous, Hyperborean beasts roving and ravaging good 'ole U.S.of A. Firestarter Liz has gone trailerpark awol and Abe may be the new beast of the Frog Apocalypse. The book literally coaxed a gasp of shock from me at one point, and I'm dying to see where Volume 3's Russia takes the horrors of this story. Whatever the case, the world's axis will not be reset to A-okay.
Witchfinder Volume 2--Lost and Gone Forever: Mike Mignola's 19th Century Occult Investigator leaves the gothic confines of London for the zombified Wild West of the Americas. And that's kinda my problem with the whole venture. Even though it's rather fun to see Grey parlay with Will Bill Hickock types and rassle demon dogs and you do get a quick peak at his lycanthropic origin--it's just too early in this series to have Grey doing global field trips. Maybe if this was Volume 5 or 6, but I'm just dying to see Grey battling Satan for The Queen. Still, John Severin's art is bloody brilliant and reminiscent of the best of Richard Corben, especially when handling those demon dogs.
--Brad
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