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December 2008

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More Great Movies Not Available on Region-1 DVD, Part 1

The A.V. Club posted a terrific list on the more egregious of the many, many, many films still missing from Region 1 DVD. I’m not here to complain about any of the choices; they’re all well-chosen and such a list could go on ad inf., even supplying a blog with fuel for ages. With that said, here’s some more, off the top of my head:

Dishonored (1931, Josef von Sternberg)
The pair by which all director-star units are to be judged, the films of von Sternberg and Marlene Dietrich are fully represented on DVD — save the two best, that is. Shanghai Express (1932) is luminous and lovely, but my heart still belongs to this delirious spy romance, often wrongly written off as the lesser outing. Who knows why - the party scene is von Sternberg at his most outrageous, and Dietrich gets the best pre-execution act I can think of.

Hellzapoppin’ (1941, H.C. Potter)
“[A]lmost makes the Marx Brothers look sober,” says Jonny Rosenbaum of this furiously nutty, semi-all-star comedy featuring the likes of Elisha Cook Jr. and Shemp Howard. Not that anyone without TCM would know…

Letter From an Unknown Woman (1948, Max Ophüls)
A regular on best-ever lists, this Joan Fontaine sudster won’t rank high much longer if it can’t gets its ass digitized. In fact, none of Ophüls’ American work - not The Exile, not The Reckless Moment, not Caught - is represented on American DVD. Here’s hoping Criterion’s recent Rolls Royce treatment of his late-period French output gets the ball rolling.

Jour de fête (1949, Jacques Tati)
Criterion can do Trafic - undervalued as it turns out, so, thanks, guys! - but not Tati’s debut feature? Starring the director but not as Monsieur Hulot, Jour de fête was also filmed in an experimental color process that was mostly B&W but with sections of the film in color. But when that didn’t work out quite the way he planned he okayed a simple but just-as-lovely all-B&W version. Just imagine when Criterion finally gets around to it. (Or someone else. Why must our dreams be made true only by Criterion?)

Westbound (1959, Budd Boetticher)

First Paramount releases Seven Men From Now two years back, now Sony does a five-film box set of more of the Ranown pictures, the pet name for Budd Boetticher’s cycle of films with star Randolph Scott and producer Harry Joe Brown. Yea! Except where is Westbound, now the only Ranown picture still languishing exclusively on the Western Channel? Where, indeed.

Last Year at Marienbad (1961, Alain Resnais)
Though it was in print, in a fairly crappy transfer, during the early days of DVD, Resnais’ not-at-all-disappointing collaboration with Alain Robbe-Grillet has fallen out of print - inconceivable for such a unique, important work. And the wildly inferior Hiroshima, Mon Amour gets the deluxe Criterion treatment? Yuck. (Resnais’ more obscure 1967 time traveller Je t’aime, je t’aime is also seriously missing from DVD, both Stateside and, sadly, globally. Come on, people.)

Repulsion (1965, Roman Polanski)
Yes, you can find several public domain discs of Polanski’s exercise in hothouse claustrophobia starring an unravelling Catherine Deneueve. But, well, you know.

Chimes at Midnight (1965, Orson Welles)
No Magnificent Ambersons on DVD, you say? But what about his muscular adaptation of Henry IV, Parts 1 & 2? Impenetrable copyright issues have kept it from even an official release, all the sadder because it’s almost, if not quite, up there with his greats.

Violence at Noon
(1966, Nagisa Oshima)

I picked this fragmented look at a sex murderer, his schoolteacher wife and one of his surviving victims from all of the many unavailable films from Nagisa Oshima — somewhat misleadingly considered the Godard of the Japanese New Wave — because it’s my favorite. But I could have easily chosen Night and Fog in Japan, The Sun’s Burial, Naked Youth, Pleasures of the Flesh, Death By Hanging, The Man Who Left His Will on Film, The Ceremony and on and on and on. (The first four, by the way, are available in severely shitty transfers from the UK.) The dude made almost twenty films in the ‘60s (though the remaining decades are quite sparse — and most of those are on R1 DVD). Time to make the donuts.

Part Two, which picks things up chronologically, tomorrow! Probably! (Update: Okay, more like this weekend or early next week. I way underestimated the lazy-making power of New Year’s.)

Dec 29, 20081 note
Further proof that South Philly's UA Riverview is the worst movie theater on the planet. → philly.com
Dec 27, 2008
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Dec 25, 2008
“We went down that road and we even talked to the best writers in town and it feels like it might not be do-able. We couldn’t come up with something where it felt like it was relevant and we could add something to it other than what it was, so we’re now not going to be doing that film.” —Producer Andrew Form on why he’s scrapping an attempted remake of Rosemary’s Baby.  I wish all remakers thought along these lines.
Dec 23, 2008
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Dec 23, 2008
“After the mysterious death of his Aunt, a confirmed skeptic lawyer, Bryan Becket, dismisses reports that her house is haunted and moves in. Immediately occurrences begin he cannot explain. And beyond the occurrences there is something about the house which gnaws at Becket - some strange connection he senses he has with the house’s past. Soon, the haunting turns personal, he hears voices suggesting clues to a deep mystery. He questions his sanity, seeks medical help, but instead finds assistance in a young psychic who immediately declares, “There’s a very bad secret in this house.” Together they embark on a terrifying journey to uncover the secret - a journey which leads them deep into the recesses of The Skeptic’s own troubled mind.” —Plot summary for a forthcoming film called The Skeptic, starring Tim Daly, Tom Arnold, Edward Herrmann and the recently late Robert Prosky. I knew knew knew a film bearing that name would wind up taking the piss out of rationalism, since whenever a movie character describes him-/herself as skeptical it’s invariably because the film’s about to perform a cheap broadside on their worldview. I desperately long for the film that goes out of its way to show a skeptical character as correct and the fuzzy thinkers as dolts. For a fucking change.
Dec 22, 2008
“Once we made a pact with another friend that if any of us ever won an Academy Award, the first person had to bark their acceptance speech like a dog […] The deal was that until the producer fades you out, you have to bark instead of speaking. When Phil [Seymour Hoffman] won for ‘Capote,’ we were hoping for at least one bark but, sadly, no.” —Bennett Miller, speaking of his longtime friend PSH, whom he directed in Capote, in the New York Times Magazine. I heard this rumor just before he scored Heath Ledger’s Oscar in ‘06 and was saddened to hear nary a bark, too. Glad to see this urban legend de-urban legended.
Dec 22, 2008
Plug Tunin'

Plug 1: Reviews of Doubt and Were the World Mine.

Plug 2: A Six Pack on movies with bad nuns, defined loosely.  The clip for The Devils is probably NSFW.

Dec 17, 2008
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Dec 15, 2008
Help me complete Cinema 2008

Based on some fairly thorough estimations, here’s what’s missing on my 2008 Unseen list that I really damn oughta see:

  • In the City of Sylvia
  • The Wrassler
  • Gran Torino
  • Secret of the Grain
  • The Betrayal
  • The Class
  • Waltz With Bashir
  • Frownland
  • Dear Zachary
  • Opera Jawa
  • Trouble the Water

Anything y’all can recommend?  Keeping in mind that I may have already seen them?  (I’m doing a tardy and therefore epic update on my Kidney Bingos page, where I keep my big Films Seen lists, which should make this task easier.)  I do need more undervalued genre shit.

Dec 15, 2008
“Aliens descend upon Scotland and try to raise the temperature.” —The plot (paraphrased, really) to the 1967 British thriller Night of the Big Heat. Apart from being a fun way to divert one’s attention away from the low-wattage misery and constant rejections and disappointments of everyday life, the game Balderdash — specifically it’s swankier later edition, Beyond Balderdash — includes a category wherein contestants have to make up plots for the names of obscure movies.  More often than not these films boast plots that are far more ridiculous than anyone you personally know could ever dream up.  Such as this one.  More info on a film I not only can’t believe exists I can’t believe stars Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing here.
Dec 14, 20081 note
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Dec 12, 20081 note
My Beef With Frost/Nixon

Though it’s entertaining enough, I’m a bit perturbed by the direction Frost/Nixon takes w/r/t its titular characters. Nixon is over-humanized, which I’m sort of okay with: we don’t need another film to tell us what a fuckwad Tricky Dick was, and Frank Langella’s performance — and I mean performance, not just impersonation — makes sure we sense this prick’s self-loathing without taking him off the hook.

What really bugged me was Michael Sheen’s David Frost. The performance is fine, though not quite as masterly as the Tony Blair he’s already whipped out twice (and again, that’s performance). But while the first half of the movie seems to side with the serious journos played by Sam Rockwell and Oliver Platt — i.e., isn’t this straining-for-seriousness douche going to actually take this seriously? — the second half exonerates him better than Gerald Ford did Nixon.

Frost, having not properly done his homework and let fly too many missed opportunities, may have whiffed it but hard for the first three of the four interview sessions. But he fuckin’ brought it for the section on Watergate. Yeaaaah, boyeee! But what about the, er, three other interview sessions? Frost’s triumph is a very American kind of victory: you can fuck up all you want, as long as you score when it really matters.

Yes, you can argue that by fucking up so much, Frost was able to lower Nixon’s defenses enough that he didn’t know what hit him when this cheerfully unprepared and unserious journalist suddenly whipped out juice involving Chuck Colson. But that wasn’t Sheen’s plan, obviously, and Howard & co. aren’t interested in that. The coda certainly doesn’t usher forth the necessary irony that I presume (or hope) Peter Morgen’s play does. (Though possibly not; he did write the screenplay.) In the end the triumph — which isn’t really all that momentous, when considered from a distance — isn’t due to the heavy duty work of his research team. It’s due to Frost, who finally awakened from his stupor when he really needed to and was able to piggyback off the men who’d been aiding him all along. And that’s America.

Dec 11, 20081 note
Plug Tunin' (a day late, but like whatev)

Plug 1: A Six Pack on Nixon in the movies.

Plug 2: Caps of Cadillac Records, Eden and Stranded.

Plug 3: In the Metro (and thus, not online) I weigh in on three x-mas shows I saw in the span of about four days.  I blame this for the major toothache I developed on Saturday and the subsequent root canal ouch.

Dec 11, 2008
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Dec 8, 2008
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Dec 3, 2008
Plug Tunin'

Plug 1: So, I basically did the film section this (off-)week.  Lead review of Nobel Son, the second awful, though luckily forgettable, Randall Miller joint of the year, after Bottle Shock.  (Told you it was an off week.)

Plug 2: Caps for Anita O’Day: The Life of a Jazz Singer and Transporter 3.

Plug 3: Six Pack on boring “maturation” films from once crazy filmmakers.  For Baz.

Dec 3, 2008
“I guess there’s confusion, because I voted for Obama. [Laughs.] I hung in there for a while, until Palin was picked. I couldn’t quite go on any longer with this cartoon. And also, I really resent the negative stuff the Republican party is putting out on Obama. I just think it’s really disgraceful.” —Dennis Hopper. Ha ha! Nice work, McCain, you lost the GOP King Koopa!
Dec 2, 20081 note
“You might call it a complete picture of adolescence - the feelings of dead-endness and oppression, the first liberating epiphany, then finally the beginnings of maturity and the realisation that things will be calmer from now on but also sadder, more assured and settled, less redeemed by possibilities.” —Theo the Great, perfectly summing up Cold Water, aka the sneakiest great movie ever.
Dec 1, 2008
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