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As it progresses, Short Term 12 remains rigorously structured in terms of plot; However, it is never calculated. In fact, the film is a wonderful example of how screenwriting can be invisible. By allowing his characters’ irrational feelings to influence occasions and bring about key turning points, Cretton deftly masks the film’s finely calibrated narrative mechanisms. And even if everything turns out to be successful at the climax of a key crisis, it is logical that the story will end with an outcome that closes its opening. Cretton’s lucid film is too fair to watch and convince us that there has been a profound replacement by Grace or by anyone else. Instead, he is content to forcefully remind us that tentative first steps can be as narratively compelling as they are wonderful acts of faith. —Curtis Woloschuk
Calling Chopping Mall director Jim Wynorski’s most productive film is rarely saying much (at all), but it’s still a minor crop of ’80s sci-fi horror. It’s impossible to resist the pulp premise, dressed in the style 80’s Neon – A group of kids hide out in the mall after late night so they can have fun (and score) at one of the furniture stores for the night. What they don’t know, however, is that the mall recently introduced a new fleet of lethally effective security robots that, let’s just say, are more than a little edgy. The casting introduces us to Kelli Maroney, who also appears in The Night of the Comet, with similar teenage accents, and Roger Corman’s regular Dick Miller as the janitor, once again banking on his iconic role: “Dawn of the Dead, with much more hanging”. humor Array Today, fans of the genre probably won’t fondly forget Chopping Mall for the fact that it contained one of the greatest practical effects of the era; the graphic explosion of Suzee Slater’s head, followed by the robot’s ironic line; Thank you have a great day. ” You gotta love it. —Jim Vorel
William Styron’s harrowing story about an ethereal and charming concentration camp survivor is brought to life on screen through Meryl Streep. Streep learned to speak French with a Polish accessory to maintain the integrity of one of the greatest literary figures of the modern era. Alan Pakula allows Streep to do what she does best: she puts on the character as if it were a perfectly fitted coat. The result is one of the most important film performances of all time. Sophie’s Choice is the embodiment of the horror of war and its aftermath. —Joan Radell
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari showcased German expressionist cinema with art direction as dark and twisted as the story it tells. Set in an environment filled with crooked streets, warped rooftops, and angled staircases, no film has as much of the same chilling feel as this story of a mysterious doctor and the sleepwalker he uses as a murder weapon. While the film’s influence is immeasurable, its images have been more of a catalyst for concepts than a target for direct imitation. This is partly because The Look is so original, and partly because the graphic design of the set may have lent itself more to the cinematic medium: shadows and painted backgrounds can make the characters look as if they are walking on plywood theatre sets. Cityscape.
Special effects have become so complicated that many of us have probably forgotten how much natural wonder can be created with a wonderful tale and a plot that doesn’t rest for a second. This astonishing, fast-paced, zany comedy from Howard Hawks stars Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell and takes us back to two of the defining preoccupations of the decade: the “remarriage comedy” and the intrigue and obsession of the global press. The moment Lindy Johnson (Russell) walks into the workplace of the newspaper run by her ex-husband Walter Burns (Grant), you know it’s to tell her she’s getting remarried and leaving journalism to start a family, and you know she’s not It’s like that. she’s going to finish. There is no suspenseful mystery here. What motivates you in this movie is how you get there. Hilariously directed and expertly filmed, His Girl Friday derives much of its comedic effect from the characters’ incredibly clever and quick-witted banter. Don’t even think about checking your phone while watching this. In fact, try to blink as little as possible. —Amy Glynn
In one of the most intriguing opening scenes in film history, D. O. A. It begins with a long shot of a man as he enters the police office to make an unusual request: he wants to report his own murder. This opening symbol pretty well sums up DOA, a shiny but thought-provoking black mystery with an incredible concept. After receiving a fatal poison, the main character has only a few days to find out who administered this dose to him and why. What follows is an excellent combination of high-stakes melodrama and sordid entertaining, all packed into a concise one-hour and twenty-minute length.
It was still a fantastic movie; a story of sadistic mental torture, murder and greed. But today, George Cukor’s suspense gem has also achieved the required viewing prestige because it is the source text of the term “gaslighting. ” The word entered public discourse and was subject to great abuse and misinterpretation. This film explains what gaslighting is (and what it is not). You probably want to see it before you can use that word and perceive what you’re saying. But that alone wouldn’t be enough to justify a bad movie. It’s not a bad movie; In fact, it is a treasure. Mysterious, emotionally rich, deliciously frightening, and enlivened through the performances of Angela Lansbury and Joseph Cotten, it was a wonderful mental mystery in its time and remains one today. So yes, come for a lesson in psychopathology, but linger for Cuckor’s astonishing “God’s Eye” taste direction (no unreliable narrators here!) and Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer’s glorious performances as a traumatized woman and an invented sociopath. our minds to make her lose her mind. —A. G.
At the beginning of Godzilla, before the monster is sighted off the coast of Odo Island, a local fisherman tells visiting journalist Hagiwara (Sachio Sakai) about the piece they are in, describing it as the last vestige of the ancient “exorcism”. . »His other friends once practiced. Hagiwara watches as actors “sacrifice” a young woman to the calamitous sea creature to satisfy her hunger and cajole her into leaving fish for others to enjoy, at least until the next sacrifice. Ishiro Hondo’s hit monster movie, the first of its kind in Japan, the most expensive film ever made in the country at the time, not even a decade after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, is, after twenty sequels three, several times. So many years, a strangely elegiac exorcism in itself, a reminder of the trauma that a country continues to suffer at a time when the rest of the world sought to forget. As J Hoberman describes in his essay for the Criterion film’s release, much of the imagery of the Honda crisis is “encoded in naturalism,” a true vision of the harrowing destruction wrought by the beast, but indistinguishable from the aftermath. of the American attacks in 1945. , specifically when the United States and Russia, among other powers, tested H-bombs in the Pacific in the early 1950s, bathing the Japanese in even more radiation than they were already saturated with. And yet, Godzilla is a sci-fi movie, replete with a “mad” scientist with an eye patch and a human in a rubber dinosaur dress knocking down miniature bridges. That Honda handles such discomfort with a relentless poetic hand, purging his country’s mental pain with largely intimate volleys, is nothing short of astonishing. Shots of Godzilla trudging through thick smoke, spotlights emphasizing his gaping jaws as the Japanese army’s cannons only shock the darkness with magnificent chiaroscuro, have rarely been equaled in films of this genre (and in the legion of director’s sequels); Honda saw gods and monsters and, as the world entered a new era of technological doom, he saw no difference between the two. —Dom Sinacola
What more can we say about Night of the Living Dead? It is evidently the most important zombie film ever made and also a huge influence as an independent film. George Romero’s reasonable but momentous film was a quantum leap in the meaning of the word “zombie” in pop culture, even though the word “zombie” is never actually uttered in it. More importantly, he established all the rules of the genre: zombies are reanimated corpses. Zombies are forced to eat the flesh of the living. Zombies are reckless, tireless, and immune to injury. The only way to kill a zombie is to destroy its brain. These regulations necessarily categorize each and every zombie movie from here on out: either the movie features “Romero-style zombies” or it tweaks the formula and ultimately stands out for its difference from the Romero standard. It’s necessarily the horror equivalent of what Tolkien did with the high fantasy concept of “races. ” After The Lord of the Rings, it became increasingly unlikely to write competing ideas about what elves, dwarves, or orcs might look like. Romero’s effect on the zombies is exactly the same caliber. There hasn’t been a zombie movie made in the last 47 years that hasn’t been influenced in some way, and you can have a slight verbal exchange about something similar to zombies. zombies if you haven’t noticed, then faint and watch it, if you haven’t noticed. The film still holds up well, especially for its moody cinematography and stark black-and-white photographs of zombie arms sticking out of the windows of a rural farm. Oh, and by the way, NOTLD is in the public domain, so don’t be fooled into buying it on a low-quality DVD. —Jim Vorel
Werner Herzog recreates the cornerstone of vampire cinema (and German expressionist cinema, by the way) through an ever-growing nightmare of disturbing and disjointed vignettes. This is not new to the German director, but his strategies and sensibility lend themselves naturally to language. of phantasmagoria, since it tells a well-known story through a symbol that upsets his unconscious. As in any of Herzog’s films, the story never aims to spread perfectly – a little logically – but it does indelibly imprint on the inside of the viewer’s eyelids the austere silhouette of evil, absurdly born of the primal concern that lies latent in both. The fact that Klaus Kinski also plays Count Dracula means that madness bristles at the edge of one and both lines of chiaroscuro: Nosferatu delights in good looks. of horror. In fact, Roger Ebert said, “This is a movie that honors the seriousness of vampires. No, I don’t. But if they were real, that’s how they deserve to look. “—Dom Sinacola
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One of the most brutal horror films ever released, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, based on infamous Wisconsin serial killer Ed Gein, feels like a verité art space built on the grainy physicality of its flat Texas setting. . Plus, he brought in the superlatively sinister Leatherface, the iconic giant man who wields a chainsaw and wears a mask made of enormous skin, whose strange sadism is only overshadowed by the arrival of his cannibalistic circle of relatives with whom he lives in a dilapidated town. space in the middle of the Texas desert, together dining on the meat that Leatherface and his brothers harvest, while Grandpa drinks blood and fashions furniture from the bones of the victims. Still, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre may not be the bloodiest horror film ever made, but as an imaginative excavation of the subterranean anxieties of a post-Vietnam rural American population, it is unprecedented. Twisted, dark and charming at the same time, it comes in a wide variety of tones and techniques without ever wasting its unique intensity. (And there are few scenes in this era of horror with more disturbing sound design than the moment where Leatherface ambushes a guy with a single blow of a blunt hammer to the head before slamming the steel door on him. ) -Rachel Haas and Brent Ables
The Rosetta Stone to understand the dating between director Werner Herzog and actor Klaus Kinski lies in observing how Herzog sees Kinski in the role of Aguirre, the conquistador who around 1560, by sheer force of his belligerence, led a small army of Spaniards towards their safe destination. loss. In Kinski’s haunting presence, Aguirre is openly delusional, his desire to find the lost City of Gold as he treks through the unforgiving rainforests of Peru so corrupt and strange that he ends up paralyzing his body from the inside out. . outside, crawling to free herself from his frame. center and escaping his insect eyes. Herzog exploits this specter when he bets on Kinski – known in real life for his cruelty and self-aggrandizing attitude – and in Aguirre, the wrath of God is not a purer sense of how Herzog informs Kinski’s genuine nature, letting him infiltrate – infect – the truth of the movie itself: “Based on a true story” wasn’t such a debased cinematic term until Fargo took up the challenge decades later. Anyway, this is how Herzog treats true stories: his documentary subjects, which he is known for blatantly manipulating, and even the e-book Werner Herzog: A Guide for the Perplexed through Paul Cronin, a series of conversations that amount to a retrospective of his career, Cronin’s prologues. with a long explanation. for the way Herzog took pains to edit and rewrite his own interviews. What remains in a position of constancy in the story of Gonzalo Pizzaro’s unfortunate expedition is something much more visceral: a reconstruction of the pain, the absurdity and the wonderful ghost of Hitale (and, therefore, of Hitale). —Dom Sinacola
After all, 2008’s Ip Man marks the moment when Donnie Yen, actually perfect but never considered fair, comes into prominence, embodying a vaguely biographical edit of the mythical Wing Chung’s grandmaster and instructor of a series of long years. they run martial arts masters (one of whom was Bruce Lee). In Foshan (a city known for martial arts in southern and central China), a modest Wing Chung practitioner attempts to peacefully resist the Japanese invasion and profession of China in 1937, but is eventually forced to perform. Heart-wrenching, pulverizing action fills this semi-historical film, which triumphs gloriously as a compelling drama and bait for martial arts fans. —K. Alexandre Smith
Henry stars as Merle himself, Michael Rooker, in a film that necessarily aims to get closer to the life of serial killer Henry Lee Lucas, alongside his demented partner Otis Toole (Tom Towles). The film was shot and is set in Chicago on a budget. of only 100,000 dollars. It is a wicked adventure into the depths of darkness, capable of infecting the human soul. It probably sounds like hyperbole, but Henry is an ugly movie: you feel dirty just by watching it, from the filthy city streets to the incredibly unfriendly characters who prey on local prostitutes. It’s not a simple watch, but if you’re into true crime, it’s a must-see. Some sequences, such as the “home video” filmed through Henry and Otis as they torture an entire family, have given the film an infamous reputation, even among horror fans, as an unrelenting look at the nature of disturbing and mundane evil. —Jim Vorel
You can credit films like Psycho or Peeping Tom for laying the groundwork for the slasher genre, and 1974’s Black Christmas for first combining all the elements into what is undeniably a “slasher film,” but the seminal giallo through Mario Bava from 1964 arrives. so close that it almost deserves that name as the first “real” slasher in almost every single way that matters. Blood and Black Lace is a surely striking and sumptuous film that is even more noticeable on the big screen, if possible, with stunning splashes of number one colors used for maximum impact. The story is a combination of dark murder mystery and titillation-tinged exploitation, featuring a gang of female models stalked by a mysterious assailant whose face is covered by an impenetrable stocking mask of expressionless features: a killer who looks like a lot to the DC Comics character The Question. . He is an instantly iconic symbol that left his mark on an entire Italian genre, and later assassins would reflect many of this character’s characteristics, from the black gloves and long coat to the mask itself. Although many have attempted to emulate his images, very few have managed to match the decadence and sense of sumptuous (and deadly) excess that Bava captures in Blood and Black Lace. —Jim Vorel
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Is Some Like It Hot one of Marilyn Monroe’s most productive films or one of her greatest antitheses? Sugar Kane is, simply put, the kind of character that Marilyn fought so hard to avoid playing for most of her career: a crazy blonde, a natural sex symbol, someone who exists in the context of the film only to make her tickling the male gaze. Matrix either in the story or outside. She hasn’t been given anything to work with, as most of the film’s heavy lifting is left to Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon. Watching the movie in 2017, you might wonder why Billy Wilder didn’t invest Sugar with any empathy points, why he wrote her character as a one-dimensional object, a trophy for Lemmon and Curtis to compete for Array. You may not ask the question at all either. Some like the hot paintings, although Marilyn has little to do with it other than her character and her co-star; It’s funny, it’s fast, and it sells its central joke: that no one in the audience can see that Curtis and Lemmon are clearly guys in drag, perfectly, adding enough self-awareness of his own ridiculousness to keep the joke going. of becoming bitter. —Andy Crump
Filmed as if each frame were a frothy, realistic painting, storyboarded as if it were a Chaplin-style silent film, and brought together through a cast of comically impeccable performances, Emma, the debut feature from Autumn de Wilde. Array is made up almost entirely of thrillingly executed moments. More a comedy of manners than a natural romance, Jane Austen’s novel and De Wilde’s film take as their subject the fortunately single Emma Woodhouse (Anya Taylor-Joy), the “beautiful, intelligent and rich” owner of an estate. rural English, as He fills his days by combining a series of ego-driven (albeit well-intentioned) mating schemes. Signposted throughout the film’s opening in the warm dawn hours of Emma’s last wedding day in the village, those projects have a remarkable story of clever fortune; at least, enough smart fortune so that, on the one hand, Emma has her codependence and her unhappiness. and melancholy father (a charming, if anxious, Bill Nighy) warn her not to initiate any plans that might alienate her from him, while on the other she has the handsome Woodhouse family friend, Mr. Knightley (a refreshingly fiery man). . Johnny Flynn warns her that she objects to being so superior in her previous mating moves that she launches an audacious plan even if she doesn’t succeed. Beyond creating what would be a cinematic delight wrought in any context, the warm, bustling sense of network that this deep attention to detail aims to build is, as Paste’s Andy Crump points out in his thoughtful interview with de Wilde and Taylor-Joy, Precisely like any movie. 2020 revisits a 205-year-old comedy about cultivating smart manners. With our existing cultural moment explained through prolonged virtual isolation – and its cousin, cruelty enabled through anonymity – the next most productive thing is Wilde’s Emma. What I Can Do leans so heavily on the sublimity of Austen’s original that, for its two glorious phone-free hours, her audience can feel, collectively, transported. —Alexis Gunderson
The Vast of Night is the kind of sci-fi movie that seeps into your deepest memories and feels like anything you’ve heard on the news, observed in a dream, or told in a bar. Director Andrew Patterson’s small-town paean to analog and alien beings is built from long, communicative takes and quick sequences of generational manipulation. Actually a duo of 1950s audio enthusiasts (Sierra McCormick and Jake Horowitz play a switchboard operator and a disc jockey respectively), the film is a padded fable with layers of stories, anecdotes and conversations that build up and intertwine. before cutting the covers. The effectiveness of the dusty place and its inhabitants, forged from an important school basketball game and one-way telephone conversations (the latter being the best examples of McCormick’s self-assured functionality and the sharp script by writers James Montague and Craig W. Sanger). , it only makes their inevitable UFO fate in the desert even better. Comfort and friendship are invited with swagger and a torrent of words, making sensory silence (slowing down on one frequency or abandoning images to a single, mysterious radio caller) almost sacred. This is mythology at its finest, an origin story that makes obsession with aliens as natural and part of our curious lives as its many social snapshots. The beautiful ode to everything that happens [UNINTELLIGIBLE BUZZ] at night is a standalone inspiration for long-term Fox Mulders everywhere. —Jacob Oller
Despite being one of the creators of 1979’s Alien (giving a highly impactful, uncredited performance in the script and leading the franchise as editor and producer across several films), Walter Hill never made a true horror film. Southern Comfort is the closest he gets, and the white-knuckle tension is sure to put more knots in his throat and abdomen than anything else he can locate. Set in 1973, we follow a squad of members of the Louisiana Army National Guard (including Keith Carradine, Powers Boothe, Fred Ward and Peter Coyote) on a weekend maneuver by the regime who, through their arrogance and immaturity, frustrates an organization of Cajuns from the swamps where they are located. reoccupying With only fake ammunition at their disposal, the men find themselves in extreme situations as they struggle to oppose other people who know how to use the earth as a weapon. Its themes: American invaders corrupted by their exceptionalism and the thought that they had some kind of ownership over lands that did not belong to them, only to encounter resistance from a local opposition much wiser and more capable than the Americans. idea, led to the early assumption that Southern Comfort was a metaphor for Vietnam. Hill vehemently rejects this, stating: “People are going to say this is about Vietnam. You can say what you want, but I don’t need to hear any more about it. Although the comparisons are obvious, Hill is also right: this type of narcissistic selfishness and colonizing mentality is not only exemplified by the Vietnam War. It is firmly visual around the history, supply and future of the United States. Southern Comfort was a notoriously difficult shoot for its cast and crew, as those characters navigate a swamp that attacks them at each and every turn. With incompetent leadership and undisciplined subordinates, Southern Comfort gives us not a righteous squad of American Army heroes, but a band of mindless hooligans who get what’s coming to them. It’s a film that showcases Hill’s skills as an action director, with masterful cross-cutting to keep the tension at a feverish level, smoldering as the scenery begins to get gruesome and continues to get worse. If Streets of Fire has the most important beginning of Hill’s career, Southern Comfort has the most powerful ending, with a final segment in which the surviving foot soldiers believe they have discovered salvation when they hitchhike to a small fried fish restaurant. on the Cajun network to despite everything, legitimize it little by little. It’s the biggest trap of all. Stunning cinema at its finest. –Mitchell Beaupre
A spiritual sequel to Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1966 film Blow Up, Brian De Palma’s Blow Out tells the story of B-movie sound technician Jack Terry (John Travolta) who witnesses a strange twist. of fate in a car he filmed one night near the Henry Avenue Bridge in Philadelphia. When he saves Sally (Karen Allen), the vehicle’s passenger, he becomes embroiled in a political scandal. Echoing Coppola’s Blow Up and The Conversation (1974), the film weaves a web of conspiracy and paranoia, as Jack and Sally, two lost and adrift souls, make the decision to do the right thing, revealing a plot opposing the governor. at your own risk. Array Blow Out is also an iconic Philadelphia movie, which delights in undermining the city’s pride: the entire plot revolves around corrupt politicians and their agents, there is a “Liberty Bell Strangler” on the loose, and its climaxArray A moment of violence. unfolds in front of a giant American flag during the city’s “Freedom Day” parade. The film revisits De Palma’s recurring obsession with voyeurism, which is suited to Philadelphia’s public spaces. From the exercise station to the subway, through the streets and even in the characters’ apartments, someone is listening, except, of course, in the film’s ironic denouement, when the screams remain inaudible on the busy streets of the city. city. —Maura McAndrew
There are few filmmakers on Earth who can create the delight of films like The Handmaiden so delicately while maintaining plot momentum and a sense of fun. (Yes, it’s true: Park has made a really funny and surprisingly darkly funny movie. ) The film begins rather somberly, settling into a tearful farewell scene as Sook-hee (Kim Taeri) is transported to the mansion of Kouzuki (Cho Jin-woong), a reclusive and exorbitantly wealthy aristocrat, where she will serve as a maid. his niece, Lady Hideko (Kim Min-hee). But Sook-hee is no housekeeper: she is a pickpocket working on behalf of Fujiwara (Ha Jung-woo), a criminal who is plotting to take over Hideko’s assets. (That’s not a euphemism. He only needs her for her money. ) The revelation of Sook-hee’s true intentions is just the first of many in The Handmaiden’s narrative journey. Park designed the film like a puzzle box where each step taken to find the solution answers one question while he poses new ones. But you’re here to be informed about sex, right? It’s in the sex scenes between the two Kims where Park shows the kind of filmmaker he really is. The sex is sexy, the scenes are passionate, but we find in each of them a tenderness that invites us to read them as romance rather than as pornography. We are not conditioned to look for humanity in pantomimes of a sexually specific nature, but that is precisely where The Handmaiden is most human. There is something comforting about this, as well as the way Park depicts deviance embodied through the film’s masculine component. We don’t really want you to explain this to us, but the message is still welcome. —Andy Crump
And speaking of uncovered footage, here’s another access to the genre that has gained much more positive critical attention. Lake Mungo also couldn’t be more different from something like Grave Encounters: there are no ghosts or demons chasing other people screaming down the hallway. , and it’s usually a story about family circle, emotions, and our preference to move on after death. You can also simply call him a member of the family circle “mumblegore,” without the blood. It focuses on a círculo. de relatives who were shattered by the drowning of a daughter, and the relatives’ next entanglement in what would possibly or would not be a ghost, and the mother’s preference for the kind of life her daughter had lived. Acted with force and subtly filmed, it is a tense (if raw) drama of a circle of relatives with supernatural notes that deviate to the worn limits of their reason. If there’s such a thing as a “horror drama,” this documentary-style film well deserves its title. —Jim Vorel
The documentary of Prince’s 1987 concert is one hour and 24 minutes long about the most important musical artist of a generation at the peak of his career (sorry, boss). With his traveling band that included Sheila E. on drums, Miko Weaver on guitar and Levi Seacer. Jr. on bass, Eric Leeds on sax, Boni Boyer and Dr. Fink on keyboards and dancer Cat Glover, the film is basically based on his 1987 film. Double album Sign O’ the Times, featuring hits such as the title track, a piano interlude of “Little Red Corvette” and “U Got the Look”. It was filmed at two European shows, but much of the music was later re-recorded at Paisley Park. Still, there’s an urgency that only Prince can offer, in suits. Of course. Released in theaters in the United States, the film gained more love after its theatrical release. This is now one of the most productive tactics for perceiving what’s at stake at a Prince concert. —Josh Jackson
Sometimes the national news tells stories about a horrific local murder that took place in a part of the country where we don’t live. And since this has happened elsewhere, perhaps far from the big cities, we may be making assumptions about the kind of other people who live there: negative assumptions. We dwell on those Americans who are like us; rather, we see them as a kind of strange “other. “And so we extinguish our empathy and depend on our blessings not to live where “there is. “What’s so striking about Blue Ruin is how writer-director Jeremy Saulnier plays with those dismissive assumptions while subverting them. Its dark story of revenge presents the strangeness of a small town, but it also helps to keep a close eye on the humans in the middle of the story. Blue Ruin can be a gloomy midnight movie at times. , but not at the expense of deeper questions about the diminishing returns of revenge. —T. G.
Abel Ferrara’s stylish take on Robin Hood transports the not-unusual crusader to the scum-infested streets of the Big Apple, where Frank White, the once-imprisoned drug lord played by Christopher Walken, returns to his old playground. His strategy for social (and personal) reform: Eliminate competing barons and their businesses, and funnel profits down the ranks while investing in a hospital in the South Bronx. A win-win situation, even if it’s perverse, right? Except we know better. When the cops (David Caruso and Wesley Snipes among them) are as morally flexible as the criminals (like Walken’s partner, “Larry” Fishburne, is unhinged), none of those fringe figures will end up any closer to a fight. chance. As he remorselessly judges a jury, Walken is never bigger or colder: “I must have been gone too long because my emotions died. I have no regrets,” he states categorically. B-movie veteran Ferrara (Ms. 45, China Girl) revels in excessive textures, juxtaposing the guts and grime of the inner city with the glitzy glamor of White’s penthouse lifestyle: This gangster movie has a gangsta touchstone for 90s fashion. -hops. The King of New York’s position on this list could arguably be swapped with Ferrara’s even more caustic follow-up two years later, Bad Lieutenant, another dark fable about attempts at redemption that failed spectacularly; As exceptional as Harvey Keitel was in the 1992 film, the lead role was originally intended for Walken. -AS.
Junta Yamaguchi’s 71-minute no-budget sci-fi stunt, Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes, plays like watching a point-and-click game, Let’s Play. The pieces and characters around the cafe serve to affect (or inherit the effect of its inevitable usefulness?) a temporary robbery that an idiot (Kazunari Tosa) discovers. An overhead screen shows what will happen in two minutes, from the attitude of a bottom screen. Logic is not that important; It’s a different breed of mumblecore than Primer, and bigger for it. Full of lazy idiots looking to figure out the central, clever concept and full of even dumber concepts about what to do with it, Beyond the Infinite Two Minutes has shades of One Cut of the Dead: the fake structure in a single shot, the Little One cast brought the energy, the inept and almost burlesque sense of humor. But it’s not even as clever as that horror movie, where the garbage unfolds on you as the plot starts pushing and shoving its own premises. As their narrative seeds arrive, grow, and bear fruit in small but satisfying ways, it’s hard not to feel satisfied that this small group has made it, even if only in a small way, because you begin to feel that future you will have. They have already been conquered by their DIY spirit. —Jacob Oller
The Lost City of Z through James Gray is an anti-era film. In the vein of The Immigrant, Gray’s excellent last film, Z is fascinated by his surroundings (this time we begin crossing the Atlantic in Blighty, 1906 to 1925) and is lavishly embellished with period details; however, the strangled social climate and physically claustrophobic spaces of their seemingly complicated Western society makes this environment entirely unappealing. Only once we reach the Amazon, untouched by Western hands, does the film relax and its seductive music and outdoor landscapes become attractive. There, in a land of undeniable tribes and wilderness, a guy like soldier and explorer Major Percy Fawcett (Charlie Hunnam) can free himself from the narrow-mindedness that inflamed Britain in the early 20th century. century. Darius Khondji’s cinematography not only complements Gray’s film, but deepens its meaning, reinforcing the appeal of Fawcett’s jungle, green and mysterious, where the house in England is boring and monotonous. Each symbol is sumptuous and misty, all the while longing for a lost era in which adventurers can still find corners of the Earth absolutely untouched. (Gray would possibly show little love for the Empire, but describes colonial exploration itself as a rogue adventure. ) The film is not very complex, but it is deep. Like Fawcett, it hurts; like his obsession, the jungle, envelops, casts a lasting spell. —Brogan Morris
One of the most brutal horror films ever released, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, based on infamous Wisconsin serial killer Ed Gein, feels like a verité art space built on the grainy physicality of its flat Texas setting. . Plus, he brought in the superlatively sinister Leatherface, the iconic giant man who wields a chainsaw and wears a mask made of enormous skin, whose strange sadism is only overshadowed by the arrival of his cannibalistic circle of relatives with whom he lives in a dilapidated town. space in the middle of the Texas desert, together dining on the meat that Leatherface and his brothers harvest, while Grandpa drinks blood and fashions furniture from the bones of the victims. Still, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre may not be the bloodiest horror film ever made, but as an imaginative excavation of the subterranean anxieties of a post-Vietnam rural American population, it is unprecedented. Twisted, dark and charming at the same time, it comes in a wide variety of tones and techniques without ever wasting its unique intensity. (And there are few scenes in this era of horror with more disturbing sound design than the moment where Leatherface ambushes a guy with a single blow of a blunt hammer to the head before slamming the steel door on him. ) -Rachel Haas and Brent Ables
It’s hard to understand why Grave Encounters doesn’t have a greater reputation among horror fans, who largely seem aware of it but deride the uncovered footage film as derivative or cheesy. In our opinion, this is one of the most productive discovered footage offerings of the last decade and, in fact, one of the most legitimately terrifying, as well as the funniest when necessary. It’s structured as as productive a parody as possible of stupid ghost-hunting TV shows, a la the Travel Channel’s Ghost Adventures, and imagines the satisfying effects of what might happen when one of those groups full of charlatans is subjected to torture. extreme. Evil place indeed. But Grave Encounters goes further than expected: you hear that premise and expect a frantic, paralyzed camera running and screaming in the dark, but it offers so much more. The low-budget special effects work is some of the most productive sights in a discovered footage film, and the nature of the haunting is decidedly more trippy and ambitious than it first appears. We will continue to protect this film, even if we will have to avoid the less encouraged sequel. —Jim Vorel
The less you know about Karyn Kusama’s The Invitation, the better. This is true for all types of slow-burning cinema, but Kusama burns slowly to perfection. It turns out that the key to slow-burning success in narrative fiction lies in the narrative. than the slow process itself. In the case of The Invitation, it is a story of deep and intimate pain, the kind that none of us expect to have to suffer in our own lives. The film taps into a nightmarish vein of genuine terror, a loss so profound and pervasive that it fundamentally alters who you are as a human being. This is where we start: with a grief exam. It’s obviously more productive not to say where we’re ending, but the invitation isn’t very noticeable either. by its finish or by the direction we are taking to get there. Instead, it stands out for its foundation, for all the genuinely extensive narrative infrastructure on which Kusama builds the film in the first place. —A. C.
Wheels on Meals is a very, very silly movie, but its action is incredible. Hong Kong trios fare no better than Jackie Chan, Yuen Biao and Sammo Hung; Hung’s role in this one is minimal. Instead, it all comes down to incredible fight scenes between Chan and Benny “The Jet” Urquidez, a real-life American kickboxing champion who serves as Chan’s ideal dance spouse in several high-octane fights. Their final showdown is not only a wonderful scene, it is perhaps the most productive one-on-one match of Chan’s career, with Benny proving that he is no match for Jackie. In fact, it’s The Jet who pulls off one of the coolest combat scene feats I’ve ever seen, the supposedly unintentional (and unfeigned) “candle shot,” in which a missed kick with his foot generates such force that explodes the entire body. I lit candles in a candelabra a few feet away. The backbone of the film is the story of a kidnapped Spanish heiress, but her scenes are much more fascinating. —Jim Vorel
With a Sundance premiere in 2002, Secretary temporarily drew attention for his somewhat unconventional technique for romantic comedy. With a vaporous Maggie Gyllenhaal in the lead role, her transformation from a self-abusive masochist to an active protagonist in a sadomasochistic love story is unsettling. To dispel any complaints about the obvious lack of bound words, the film makes a proper transition between M. Gray (a role designed for James Spader, which also raises questions about whether the author of 50 Shades of Grey’s only two works of fiction had been exposed to this and Twilight) have strength in dating with Lee to take control later in the film. This point highlights the fact that it is the submissive who in the end has the maximum strength in sadomasochistic dates. Although she suffers from limited vagueness and perhaps naïve as to what healthy sadomasochistic dating looks like, the secretary is nevertheless perhaps the most important informant of sadomasochistic dating before 50 Shades of Grey entered the popular consciousness. – Justine Smith
The reception to The Visit and Split proclaimed that Shyamalan was “back,” but Glass (a profoundly serious critical failure) predicted that the director would truly return to form with Old. Old focuses on a probably very productive nuclear family that is, of course, quietly fracturing. Husband Guy (Gael García Bernal), a threat advisor, and his wife Prisca (Vicky Krieps), a museum curator, spit on each other over her impending separation and an as-yet-unknown medical diagnosis given to Prisca. while they were. on vacation at a charming tropical hotel with her two children: preteen Maddox (Alexa Swinton) and six-year-old Trent (Nolan River). The quiet day, away from the hotel’s busy main party, begins quietly enough (young children playing, taking selfies, avoiding disturbances) until everything slowly and thoughtfully begins to unfold. The children discover lost private pieces of the hotel hidden under the sand; Charles’s mother-in-law reports strange pains in her chest; a rapper named Mid-Sized Sedan (Aaron Pierre), yes, that’s right, remains strangely at a distance while a brief, enigmatic scene between him and a nameless young woman on the beach makes us realize something is wrong. I’m not going. And that’s when the frame appears. As worry and confusion mount among the partygoers, Shyamalan skillfully disorients the audience with them, creating an atmosphere of profound claustrophobia despite being surrounded by the immensity of the ocean. The moments that lead to the realization that the three young men have aged significantly are like experiencing a panic attack: Mike Gioluakis’ cinematography alternates close-ups of anguished faces, flanked by various anxieties on all sides. Loosely adapted from the graphic novel Sandcastle by Pierre-Oscar Lévy and Frederick Peeters, Old is an undeniable cosmic horror story: a Twilight Zone-style look at mortality and the sacrifice of life for the greater good, chillingly, magnificently solid and followed. above. Ultimately, the most terrifying thing about the Ancient is not that our bodies age and decompose, or that nature punishes our very intrusive presence within it (much like the intrusion of all who visit the lush global vegetation), but that we will spend our lives preoccupied with ultimately meaningless problems and frivolities with ourselves and everyone else that temporarily consume our clocks, while those in positions of strength view our short lives as expendable for a perceived “greater good. ” Old is rarely Shyamalan’s most productive film, but it’s a chilling summer escape and a empathetic reminder that other people race against us as fast as time, when all we have left is each other. –Brianna Zigler
Do you know what’s annoying? When you’re a middle-aged gay Jewish South Beach drag club owner (Armand, played by Robin Williams) and your son shows up and asks for your blessing to marry his friend, who’s the daughter of a neocon senator (Gene Hackman) who leads something called “The Moral Order Coalition. ” You need to help your son, but you don’t like being cooped up by him, and dinner ends up meaning that you and your spouse, Albert (Nathan Lane), are forced into a whole new point of tension in which you’re directly involved. . , a cultural attaché in Greece and married to the heterosexual one-night stand (Katherine, played by Christine Baranski) who led to the conception of her child. His wife is offended, the senator is under investigation by the tabloids, tensions are high and his servant Agador (Hank Azaria) has agreed to transform into a still-Greek named “Spartacus”, but let’s face it, the tensions They are maximum. everywhere. And that’s before your baby mama gets stuck in traffic and Albert sees his chance to play the drag role of a lifetime. Totally Shakespearean detours occur. Mike Nichols’ 1996 remake of Edouard Molinaro’s La Cage aux Folles wasn’t exactly scathing social commentary, but beneath its cheerful, star-like exterior, there are depths you can overlook while distracted by wackiness and madness. . Williams and Lane’s sequined antics. In fact, not only is it boisterous and witty, but, as with many of Robin Williams’ film roles, The Birdcage has a serious streak in which there is a genuine investigation into non-public identity and hypocrisy. , acceptance, snobbery and, Above all, the individual style of each one. of “drag” (and hey, we all have one, even if we don’t express it by putting on false eyelashes and singing a Sondheim song) is brought out for a much-needed examination. —Amy Glynn
Silent animated shorts with dramatic orchestral music, commonly called Silly Symphonies, were all the rage in the United States in the 1920s and 1930s. Perhaps the most notable example of this era of animation is Fantasia, produced by Walt Disney and released to great success. by critics in 1940. Robot Carnival is anime’s answer to this film, a collection of nine short films produced by nine of the most esteemed anime directors and character creators of their era. Of course, not every single short film shines as a pillar of canonical wonder, say Hiroyuki Kitazume’s “Starlight Angel” or Hidetoshi Omori’s “Deprive. ” But when the shorts shine, it’s a sight to behold. Koji Morimoto’s “Franken’s Gear” is a brilliant selection for an opener, while Manabu Ohashi’s “Cloud” is a melancholic gem that memorably experiments with the use of scratch animation. Hiroyuki Kitakubo’s “Strange Tales of Meiji Machine Culture: Westerner’s Invasion” is an imaginative take on the giant robot subgenre as ridiculous as its name, and Takashi Nakamura’s “Chicken Man and Red Neck” is the true anime analogue of the iconic “Night on ” of fantasy. Bald Mountain. Even if Robot Carnival wasn’t a wonderful collection, and it is, it would still be a notable timestamp of the moment when a constellation of talented young managers aligned to create a task born entirely from a love for the medium. —Toussaint Egan
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A near-perfect distillation of the excitement and laughter of the radio and pulp series of yesteryear, Raiders of the Lost Ark established once and for all Harrison Ford’s credentials as a non-Wookiee protagonist (with the help of Blade Runner). The film also begs the question: Has he experienced a more impressive and transformative five-year era for the industry than Spielberg and Lucas from 1977 to 1982?—Michael Burgin
Martin Scorsese’s adaptation of Dennis Lehane’s pulp mystery is a wise and compelling take on the oldest film genre: mental horror. Part parable, part cautionary tale, Shutter Island is an expertly paced mystery that feels much shorter and more thought-provoking than its long running time suggests. Federal Marshal Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio dressed to the nines as a landscape-devouring G-Man) is sent to the island of the same name, a maximum-security psychiatric ward and penitentiary off the coast of New England called Ashecliffe, to investigate a criminally insane. . disappearance of a prisoner. It becomes temporarily obvious that there is something special about this case, and a palpable sense of foreboding manifests itself in Scorsese’s beautiful, eerie long shots: brick buildings looming against a dark sky, prisoners’ screams echoing through the air. crumbling hallways of the facility and Daniels, a World War II veteran. Array is haunted by vivid, surreal memories of his late wife and the liberation of the Dachau concentration camp. Scorsese’s ability to emotionally involve his audience in the journey provokes an almost voyeuristic thrill in watching DiCaprio (hungry for what would possibly be an Oscar nomination) break down, so that the fragments of his psyche can be carefully tended to. the plot. That’s why Scorsese has not only created an admirable mystery: he is about to make the genre his own. –Michael Saba
Adam McKay’s kaleidoscopic look at the months leading up to the 2007 currency crisis, The Big Short is an angry film. And rightly so, the number of callous flying characters found here is enough to make any rational person’s blood boil. So is undoubtedly a funny film, which tempers its biting tendencies by pointing out how notoriously surreal the ordeal was. McKay seeks to counter the inherently dry and inscrutable subject matter exposed with colorful cinematic style ships. The big bet probably wouldn’t be A Hit, but it’s a must-see movie. —Marc Rozeman
Regain consciousness! A romantic comedy with a really romantic sensibility (of the desperate kind), Moonstruck is an undeniably lovable comedy about chance, family, and what it means to “settle down. “Pragmatic widow Loretta (Cher) marries a nice, no-nonsense boy (Danny Aiello), but soon finds herself in a sticky situation with her passionate and mercurial younger brother, Ronny (Nicolas Cage). Cher’s comedic talent is not insignificant and the chemistry between her and Cage is excellent. The film has an incredible wealth of glorious performers (perhaps notably Olympia Dukakis, who plays Cher’s mother). Norman Jewison’s directorial sensibility may not qualify as “great art,” but it’s a very clever romantic comedy, with sizzling dialogue, tons of energy, and engaging, sympathetic characters—a hymn to the inevitable joys and sorrows of being worried about family. This film has wit, intelligence and soul. And a sure symbol of Cher, dressed as an opera, kicking a can of beer on a quiet Brooklyn street that one can be forgiven for calling “iconic. “—Amy Glynn
Your appreciation of The Arrival of Denis Villeneuve will depend on your enthusiasm for being led astray. It is the complete embodiment of Villeneuve’s cinematic technique and a wonderfully gripping science fiction painting, a two-hour sleight of hand that is very productively experienced with as little prior wisdom as possible in its plot. Basically, it’s about the day the extraterrestrial beings arrive on Earth and all the days that follow, which, to sum up humanity’s collective reaction in one word, are chaos. You can interact with Arrival through his writing, which is powerful, striking, moving, and above all, always compassionate. You can also interact with him to see the subtext of him, if you’re really looking for it. It’s a physically powerful yet sensitive work of art captured in stunning, calculated detail by cinematographer Bradford Young, and guided through stellar paintings by Amy Adams as Louise Banks, a brilliant linguist commissioned by the US military. to understand how to talk to our extraterrestrial visitors. Array Adams is a chameleonic actress of immense talent, and Arrival allows her to wear all of her other camouflages throughout the entire runtime. She sweats, cries, bleeds, fights and much more that cannot be said here without revealing the maximum impressive treasures of the film. She also portrays humanity with more dignity and grace than any other fashionable actor. If extraterrestrial beings land on Earth, perhaps we deserve to just send it to say hello. —Andy Crump
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Viewers deserve a grade for writer-directors Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie’s The Void on a Curve: While the low-budget Canadian production gets an “A” for ambition, its blend of Thing-inspired horror, 80s and Lovecraftian cosmic horror doesn’t. It’s not entirely coherent when your main antagonist removes his skin to reveal a suit that looks like Lord Zedd from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. The first part of the film shows even more restraint and building tension as triangle-marked cultists isolate a disparate organization of (mostly) innocent people, led by Aaron Poole as a cop. A disturbed small town – in a (maximum) empty hospital. Kotanski and Gillespie incorporate too many potentially conflicting twists and turns: who, exactly, is immersed in what? – However, the gruesome practical effects and design of the descent into hell pass as a counterfeit adaptation of Silent Hill. Some of the most recent and memorable horror films (e. g. It Follows, The Babadook) have wisely used relatively narrow scopes. Instead, The Void attempts to take the audience to another dimension, but manages at least a few successful scares along the way. —Steve Foxe
Shot with wild-eyed lenses to actually capture the drug- and power-driven cop at the center of Werner Herzog’s Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, this non-sequel is a stunning demonstration of Nicolas Cage’s air of mystery in a procedural order. At first, it’s a bit strange: Herzog’s austere, funny direction and TV veteran William M. Finkelstein’s crime drama script bubble and shimmer with one of Cage’s most productive presentations of mania, some of it most likely iguanas. hallucinated and a pair of alligators, one of which has already been transformed into roadkill. But it all comes together in a satisfying reptilian way, with the cold-blooded, scaly identity now physical and wandering through the swamp. Cage smokes crack with Xzibit, busts Val Kilmer’s balls, and watches football with a drugged-out Jennifer Coolidge. It’s a global vice, as familiar and inscrutable as the film’s strange title. The key players all make sense individually to his brain, but in combination they are a spiced cocktail and a bathroom hit: conflicting chemicals working in chaotic harmony. This can lead to periods of unrefined silliness, but that’s part of the laughter in the total darkness. When you watch Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans, you’re watching a crime drama cranked up to maximum saturation, where imaginary lizards hang from coffee tables and souls are broken until, finally, more bullets end the show. It’s possibly no coincidence that Finkelstein co-created Cop Rock. —Jacob Oller
It’s perhaps strange to think, in the post-Jason Voorhees era of slasher villains, that the slasher killers of the early ’80s were eerily justified in their murders. Sure, there are some “maniacs on the run,” but many are necessarily avenging angels, punishing teams of young men for a terrible crime they tried to sweep under the rug, Prom Night being one of the classic examples. In his first post-Halloween slasher role, Prom Night knows he’s looking to cash in on that previous film’s good fortune, but it also manages to stand on its own, inspiring imitations until now. I know what you did last summer. Some parts of the film are a bit rote, and even the best versions you can find today have a soft, subdued quality that makes the picture a bit strange, however, when Prom Night is good, it’s wonderful. Interestingly, it’s not really Curtis who gets the most productive series, but actress Eddie Benton as Wendy, who takes part in perhaps the most productive (and indeed most formative) series in the continuing history of the horror genre. Stalked by an axe-wielding, balaclava-wearing killer, the frenetic eight-minute scene plays out for an eternity as Wendy is chased through the closed, echoing hallways of the high school, illuminated by impressionistic beams of red and silver light. -the thing is. Not every Prom Night can live up to this (the disco dance series is horrible), but the chase alone makes it a classic. —Jim Vorel
Ginger Snaps is one of the best werewolf stories in school, but before I make comparisons to Twilight, let me say this for the record: while Twilight is maudlin, Ginger Snaps is cruel. Ginger and Brigitte, two foreign sisters obsessed with death, face maturation disorders and sexual awakening when Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) is bitten by a werewolf. As her desires begin to become bolder and more animalistic, Kinder Moment Sister (Emily Perkins) searches for a way to withstand the pain before Ginger carves a path of destruction through her community. Reflecting the influence of Cronenberg’s horror framework and, in particular, John Landis’ American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps is a strangely effective horror film and a blend of drama and black comedy that brought the werewolf myth to life. to the suburbs in the same way as Fright Night. controlled to do. Do it with vampires. It also made Isabelle a star of the genre, who has since made that impression in several sequels and above-average horror films, such as American Mary. Although the condition of lycanthropism is an apparent parallel to the struggles of adolescence and puberty, Ginger Snaps is the only film that took this rich vein of original curtains and imbued it with the same kind of punk spirit as Heathers. –Jim Vorel
Fun fact: Nine years before making the Christmas crop A Christmas Story, Bob Clark created the first virtually unwatchable “slasher movie” in Black Christmas. Yes, the same user who gave TBS its annual Christmas Eve marathon was also guilty of the first primary cinematic application of the word “The calls are coming from inside space!” Black Christmas, which was insipidly remade in 2006, predates John Carpenter’s Halloween by 4 years and features many of the same elements, namely visually. Like Halloween, it focuses heavily on POV shots of the killer’s eyes as he lurks around a dimly lit sorority space and spies on his long-term victims. As the deranged killer rings the room and makes obscene phone calls to the residents, we can’t help but also think of the scene in Carpenter’s film in which Laurie (Jamie Lee Curtis) calls her friend Lynda, only to overhear her. . strangled with the telephone cord. Black Christmas also plays a pivotal, and almost archetypal, role in solidifying the slasher trope of the so-called “final girl. ” Jessica Bradford (Olivia Hussey) is one of the most successful Final Girls in the history of the genre, an extraordinarily strong and resourceful young woman who can take care of herself in relationships and in fatal situations. It’s debatable how many subsequent slashers have been able to create protagonists who are such a plausible mix of capability and realism. —Jim Vorel
Bella’s (Rima Te Wiata) first meeting with Ricky (Julian Dennison), the new foster child she agreed to foster, does not inspire confidence, especially with his awkward jokes about her weight. At the same time, with children’s facility representative Paula (Rachel House) portraying Ricky as a wild, rebellious child, one fears the prospect of the boy trampling this mother over her head in all likelihood. But Bella wears him down with kindness. And Ricky ends up being less tough than he (what with his penchant for gangsta rap and everything that entails) had originally tried to project. Adapted from the novel Wild Pork and Watercress by Barry Crump, Hunt for the Wilderpeople by Taika Waititi thrives on upending preconceived notions. The director shows sympathy for Ricky’s innocence, which is reflected in the film’s more prominent adventure style. Cinematographer Lachlan Milne’s sweeping, colorful panoramas and chapter-based narrative design give Hunt for the Wilderpeople the feel of a storybook fable, but thanks to the warm dynamic between Ricky and Hec (Sam Neill), Even the film’s most fanciful moments are leading. a sense of genuine underlying pain: those two characters are strangers looking for a home of their own. —Kenji Fujishima
If you’ve ever wondered what hell would be like, check out John Hillcoat’s The Proposal, in which hell looks a lot like the Australian outback. You probably wouldn’t think that moving places from one arid and unforgiving ecosystem to another would give it the visual effect of a movie. The texture packs so much punch, but The Proposition feels like a distinctly Australian production even before you hear the accents. However, nationality is not what makes the symbol so utterly cursed; it is a natural and unrelenting brutality. There is a thematic nugget at the center of The Proposal that connects it to John Ford’s The Man Who Killed Liberty Valance, a film about unbreakable men who seek with common sense to tame nature and civilize lawless men. But Ford’s film doesn’t even attempt to scale the heights of barbarism on which The Proposal is based until its final moments, where blood becomes more blood and violent action can only be stopped by a violent response. Andy Crump
In director Marilyn Agrelo’s documentary Street Gang: How We Got to Sesame Street, former cast members, puppeteers, display developers and more combine to communicate about the series’ origins and the global influence of the PBS children’s educational program, which emerged from the 2008 e-book of the same call via former TV Guide editor Michael Davis. In an opening series, a man praises Joan Ganz Cooney, co-creator of Sesame Street, saying: “What she does is what television would do if it enjoyed other people instead of ‘trying to sell other people and that that’s all”. the difference in the global. ‘ Array” The documentary is driven by those emotions and the palpable affinity and pride that the creators of Sesame Street have for the legacy of the series, but also through a series of compelling and well-told anecdotes and private stories about the story. From The Series, editor Ben Gold elegantly combines behind-the-scenes footage of famous puppeteers like Frank Oz (Bert, Grover) and, of course, Jim Henson (Ernie, Kermit) to shed light on the art of puppetry and art. of the puppets. beginnings of displayguyshipArray But under Agrelo’s direction, the film showcases the huguys who imbued so much arrogance into some of our favorite monster characters. For example, Big Bird, who was operated on and voiced by Carol Spinney, is meant to be a childish monster in comparison. to Kermit the Frog’s more palpable adulthood was written to be an equivalent for the audience. Similarly, Oscar the Grouch (also operated through Spinney) was written to show that he growls like him, or at least “other people with a From another point of view, they may just be your friends. ” Street Gang strategically integrates vintage interviews with recent collaborators like veteran Sesame Street director Jon Stone and Joe Raposo, one of the exhibit’s musical titans, to ensure their influence and presence are equally revered in this cinematic ode to the beginning of the series. Array One of Street Gang’s greatest strengths is its insistence that you know the faces, calls, and influence of the show’s creators and early cast members. Street Gang becomes a carefully crafted documentary about the creation of Sesame Street and the social repercussions of creating an educational cultural establishment: a reliable “sweet air” television environment. I submitted a box of tissues for a tremendously moving series in which former Sesame Street senior editor Norguy Stiles explains what it was like to write a scene in which Big Bird addresses Mr. Hooper’s death for the first time. Otherwise, the documentary’s abundance of archival footage and private stories will immerse audiences in the glorious world of Sesame Street and remind them how tough, influential art is born from brilliant ideas, enthusiastic and collaborative minds. —Adesola Thomas
If you watch The Love Witch without knowing its production or point of origin, you might assume that it is a lost gem of supernatural cinema from the ’60s or ’70s that has recently been recovered, restored, and made public for specialized consumption. Of course that’s not the case, but no one would criticize his logic. Biller’s Taste is set in the bygone days of the B-movie arena, though unlike similar faux-retro productions, like 2012’s nostalgic The Ghastly Love of Johnny, it reminds us how fun The Love videos are. . Witches can be imitators despite their evil, or perhaps because of it. The film’s cheese is at its most apparent detail, along with Biller’s enthusiasm for kitsch and emphasis on very clever production design. Samantha Robinson’s lovable (if equally deluded) witch in search of “true love” never stops wondering if she has any idea what those words mean, or what personal liberties it’s appropriate to trample in the process. As expected, there is a touch of horror in granting so much magical strength to a user with such a childish understanding of clever and evil; like the little boy in The Twilight Zone’s “It’s a Good Life,” you’d do well not to be disappointed. hers. Parent: Andy Crump
A dark drama from writer-director Lynne Ramsay, We Need to Talk About Kevin is an interesting examination of a sociopath, a family, and the effect of the former on the latter. While Ezra Miller shows off his alien talents as a challenge. As a child, the richest detail of the film is the evolution of the relationship between his parents (John C. Reilly and Tilda Swinton). Reilly and Swinton build a broken window at a wedding, with a (possibly evil) stone thrown through it. Captivating and unsettling, Ramsay’s effort (co-written via Rory Stewart Kinnear) addresses an indistinct but central parental concern through its horrific specificity: What happens if I miss this?—Jacob Oller
Thomas Vinterberg’s moving drama serves as another important piece of documentaries about the travails of the West Memphis Three. While the nonfiction works of Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky (the Paradise Lost trilogy) and Amy Berg (West Memphis) tested how deep-seated prejudices can lead to a prolonged miscarriage of justice, Vinterberg’s harrowing character analysis investigate lingering ramifications. of hasty movements and hasty judgments. But first, he sets a scene not unlike West Memphis, Arkansas. The Hunt takes place in a small rural network where charming men care for each other, brothers and children who wander the streets unsupervised, taking their protection for granted. Our arrival at Lucas (Mads Mikkelsen) comes as he rescues a portly, naked friend from a frozen lake. Rest assured that Lucas will suffer a lot because of Klara (Annika Wedderkopp), a little woman who weighs him down. When he gently scolds her for being too hot-headed, she responds by hinting to someone else that Lucas exposed himself to her. What followed was a witch hunt the likes of which Denmark had not seen since the reign of Christian IV. Vinterberg and co-writer Tobias Lindholm ( A Hijacking ) have no interest in detailing the legal issues at play here. On the contrary, they are fascinated by the way conservative communities are willing to close ranks at the slightest provocation. Brilliantly written and masterfully staged, the climax arrives with the entire town gathered in a warmly lit church on Christmas Eve. As Vinterberg methodically lets the scene unfold, we see Mikkelsen’s stony face burn with indignation. Even within an institution that is based on blind faith, no one will give you the advantage of the doubt. The blatant hypocrisy seen in the images is infuriating. And yet, Vinterberg never allows his apparent disdain for such herd mentalities to fall on his directing stable hand. As befits a film that deals with irreversible movements, The Hunt leaves you with a sickening feeling that is almost unlikely to go away. —Curtis Woloschuk
Here at Paste, we’re big fans of Anna Faris, and one of her most underrated roles is that of Jane, a carefree stoner, who makes her way through the deliciously directionless smiling face. Delete this: you can stick to the alphabet of the movie. , which looks like some sort of Pascua. La aspiring actress Jane’s egg accidentally consumes her odd roommate’s hash cupcakes at the beginning of Smiley Face, thwarting her plans to move on to a big audition later that day. Their misadventures are peppered with now-famous faces: Jane Lynch, Adam Brody, John Krasinksi, Jim Rash, and John Cho, to name a few. However, we are left with Faris, who presents the film with his eccentric but endearing attitude. And hooray for one of the few stoner movies directed by Women!—Clare Martin
As Hooters fades further from the American consciousness, locations close everywhere, and the impulses of its once-typical customers mutate into more sinister, hard-to-understand online proclamations, the concept of the “breastaurant,” a signpost which was once common on the roads. like a cookie Barrel, is another sign of the decline of projects in the service sector, and the best subject for Andrew Bujalski, a filmmaker who is emerging as the great singer of the American athletic class. During an exhausting day at Double Whammies, manager Lisa Conroy (Regina Hall, Bastion) goes about her mundane tasks: meeting volatile consumers, educating new waitresses, dealing with a probably incompetent cable company. . . Raising funds for a car wash for a painter and his shitty boyfriend, who serves as a whip for the shitty restaurant owner (James LeGros, man with a lack of car confidence) and navigating reality. exhausting about what her task is and what she represents. Isn’t she more wonderful than that? Bujalski, wonderfully, answers “no,” because he’s so smart at her task and her team adores her (led by high-minded performances from Haley Lu Richardson and rapper/artist Junglepussy) and paints, paints, paints. paintings. And what are we supposed to do when more and more of the culmination of our hard work is taken from us, devalued or dragged into the streets, crushed or screamed into oblivion, our paintings defining us and condemning us to the absence of true definition ? ? Support the Girls understands the daily pain of those contradictions, without judging us, along with us, patting ourselves on the back. We no longer have to do what we have to do. —Dom Sinacola
There’s no genuine desire to delve into the influence of George Romero’s first zombie film on the genre and horror itself: it’s one of the most important horror films ever made, and also one of the most important independent films. The question is more precisely: “how are things going today?” » and the answer is “good”. Unlike Dawn of the Dead (not on Shudder), Night is pretty placid most of the time. The conventions of the tale are old and the black-and-white cinematography still looks excellent, but some performances are downright irritating, particularly that of Judith O’Dea as Barbara. However, Duane Jones more than makes up for it by banking on the heroic Ben, in a very self-contained and parochial story: just a small organization of other people in a house, with no genuine insight into the world at large. This is a must-see horror film for any student of the genre, which is easy considering the film remains in the public domain. But in terms of entertainment value, Romero would far surpass the genre in his next endeavors. Also recommended: The 1990 remake of this film by Tom Savini, unfairly ridiculed just for being faithful to its source. —Jim Vorel
Of all the camp-based Friday the 13th scams, Sleepaway Camp is probably the most productive and is rarely very The Burning. Our main character is Angela, a troubled woman whom everyone probably chooses for without any intelligent reason. Seriously, this is one of those ’80s videos with a main character who is an “outsider” constantly harassed by dozens of other people, but without any impetus or explanation; that’s just Angela’s plight in life. Everyone who meets her immediately hates her and subjected her to merciless ridicule. But soon, the other people in the camp who were mean to Angela began to be eliminated. The film is calculated to present itself as a natural horror film, but the death scenes are so far-fetched that they also veer nicely into horror-comedy. The highlights come with the lewd camp cook, who has a giant tub of boiling water thrown in his face, or the boy who has a beehive thrown into the outhouse with him. If you like old slashers, this is a must see, especially because of the ending. Maybe I wouldn’t spoil anything, but Sleepaway Camp can proudly boast one of the most shocking WTF endings in slasher film history. —Jim Vorel
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Blue Velvet represents everything that cinema can be: horrible, hilarious, a truth elevated to an inexplicable, almost unbearable paradise. It’s about storytelling as symbology, classic American genres like film noir and mystery separated with haunting aplomb. For example, take the dark component of this equation: Lynch invents an Oedipal circumstance out of Kyle MacLachlan’s innocent child and Dennis Hopper’s evil “dad,” with Isabella Rossellini’s sexy “mom” character as an impossible female figure. to track and a soft presence that must be protected. As the lovable Jeffrey Beaumont (MacLachlan) is seduced deeper and deeper into the disgusting underworld of American domesticity (represented through a series of images of insects, the denizens of our creepy underworld), his gaze becomes luminous, and that of the psychopath Frank Booth (Hopper) is dark; in fact, Frank comments on this. Sure, he’s literally talking about lighting up the room, but he also blows helium and calls himself Van Gogh, so each and every gesture, each and every indirect word should be taken with a grain of salt. Or fertilizer. And so, in black and white, Lynch discovers blue: there is something deeply unhappy about the kind of normal things, each and every everyday thing that Lynch notices, and in Blue Velvet, that unhappiness is, like it or not. The closest movie in the world. The 1980s made the American dream come true. —D. S.
In terms of tone, Billy Wilder’s POW story is a true comedy-drama, set in a strange post-war zone where American moviegoers were probably content to laugh at the horrors experienced by the prisoners, remembering all the effects fatal consequences of imprisonment, which were notoriously even more disastrous for those who suffered from the Holocaust. It’s William Holden who makes the movie click and hum, portraying American aviator Sefton as a subtly shady but clever profiteer who thinks that if he needs to spend time in a prisoner-of-war camp, he might as well be an entrepreneurial bigshot while this. in it, living as comfortably as possible. Compared to a film like The Great Escape, which would later tell a story that recalls many of the same tropes but without the crazy sense of humor, Stalag 17 is an escape story and a gentle mystery, centered on the identity of the German informant. who sabotages any and all attempts by the Americans to escape the camp and challenge the Germans. With a cast of colorful characters and gentle humor, Stalag 17 takes a horror premise and exploits it for bigger laughs than one could imagine. —Jim Vorel
George C. Scott tempers his herbal irascibility to play a melancholic songwriter mourning the loss of his recently deceased wife and daughter in Peter Medak’s amalgamation of a haunted house movie and a superhero mystery. Dubbed one of the scariest films of all time thanks to Martin Scorsese, The Changeling spreads terror in spades, with Medak banking on the growing concern for the unknown with the precision of a horror master. (In fact, it’s surprising that Medak has never been close to the genre before. ) In an old mansion also occupied by the restless spirit of a child, Scott’s John Russell delves to uncover the story of an institutional man and the force monstrously wielded in pursuit of monetary gain. The Changeling would possibly be a boast for an effortlessly magnetic veteran, but it is also a mysterious mystery that captivates and frightens at the same time. What begins as another haunted space story ends as an observation on American history: a country built not only on hard work, but also on blood and not at all times. heroic sacrifices. —Brogan Morris
Do you know what’s annoying? When you’re a middle-aged gay Jewish South Beach drag club owner (Armand, played by Robin Williams) and your son shows up and asks for your blessing to marry his friend, who is the daughter of a neocon senator (Gene Hackman) who leads something called “The Moral Order Coalition. ” You need to help your son, but you don’t like being cooped up by him, and dinner ends up meaning that you and your spouse, Albert (Nathan Lane), are forced into a whole new point of tension in which you’re directly involved. . , a cultural attaché in Greece and married to the heterosexual one-night stand (Katherine, played by Christine Baranski) who led to the conception of her child. His wife is offended, the senator is under investigation by the tabloids, tensions are high and his servant Agador (Hank Azaria) has agreed to transform into a still-Greek named “Spartacus”, but let’s face it, the tensions They are maximum. everywhere. And that’s before your baby mama gets stuck in traffic and Albert sees his chance to play the drag role of a lifetime. Totally Shakespearean detours occur. Mike Nichols’ 1996 remake of Edouard Molinaro’s La Cage aux Folles wasn’t exactly scathing social commentary, but beneath its cheery, likable star-vehicle exterior, there are depths you can overlook while distracted by wackiness and madness. . . Williams and Lane’s sequined antics. In fact, not only is it boisterous and witty, but, like many of Robin Williams’ film roles, The Birdcage has a serious side in which there is a genuine investigation into non-public identity, and into hypocrisy, acceptance, snobbery and, above all, everyone’s individual style. of “drag” (and hey, we all have one, even if we don’t express it by putting on false eyelashes and singing a Sondheim song) is brought out for a much-needed examination. —Amy Glynn
Each William Castle movie has its own country charms, but House on Haunted Hill is the boy’s masterpiece. It has it all: Vincent Price at his craziest of things, a big, creepy house, a mystery, and a walking skeleton that isn’t scary. This time Castle called the device “Emergo,” and it was a plastic skeleton on a pulley flying over the audience; it’s not the most creative, but it’s brazen enough that only Castle stooped so much. To me, it’s the epitome of the 1950s horror movie, even if it makes it to the end of the decade. It’s completely tame by today’s standards, but it features funny, over-the-top performances, a bit of witty dialogue, and a big helping of cheese. I can watch this over and over again and never get tired of it. It’s like a prepared meal of terror. The colored edition is even more fun, replacing the static black-and-white original with an unrealistic palette of color-coded characters that will remind you of the cast of Clue. —Jim Vorel
Carnival of Souls is a film in the vein of Night of the Hunter: artistically ambitious, directed by a first-time director, but largely overlooked from its initial release to its rediscovery years later. Admittedly, it’s not Night del Cazador’s masterpiece, but it’s a scary, effective, and impressive little story about demons, guilt, and restless spirits. The story follows a woman (Candace Hilligoss) who flees from her afterlife and is haunted by visions of a pale-faced man, superbly filmed (and performed) by director Herk Harvey. As it probably begins to fade and disappear, the nature of its very truth is questioned. Carnival of Souls is an old mind horror on a shoestring budget, and has since been cited as an influence. in the feverish and dreamlike visions of administrators such as David Lynch. To me, it felt like an episode of a long Twilight Zone movie, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. Rod Serling would certainly have been a fan. Jim Vorel
Special effects have become so complicated that many of us have probably forgotten how much natural wonder can be created with a wonderful tale and a plot that doesn’t rest for a second. This astonishing, fast-paced, zany comedy from Howard Hawks stars Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell and takes us back to two of the defining preoccupations of the decade: the “remarriage comedy” and the intrigue and obsession of the global press. The moment Lindy Johnson (Russell) walks into the workplace of the newspaper run by her ex-husband Walter Burns (Grant), you know it’s to tell her that she’s getting remarried and leaving journalism to start a family, and you know she’s not It’s like that. she’s going to finish. There is no suspenseful mystery here. What motivates you in this movie is how you get there. Hilariously directed and expertly filmed, His Girl Friday derives much of its comedic effect from the characters’ incredibly clever and quick-witted banter. Don’t even think about checking your phone while watching this. In fact, try to blink as little as possible. —Amy Glynn
John Ford, embodiment of the American ideal; favorite institutional director of hardcore cinephiles, casual cinephiles, and old-school auteurs like Sergei Eisenstein) doesn’t respond too subconsciously to the iconography of Abraham Lincoln (interpreted through Henry Fonda as if Lincoln might have been the most compelling union organizer). of all times. Instead, Ford studies Lincoln’s ethical courage from a functional perspective: how can someone become a beloved member of a community? How does a sense of internal logic shape the crucible of justice? Which pie was better, apple or peach? In Ford’s film, which follows the lines of a biopic and a type of text for a real-life crime procedural, Fonda’s Lincoln occupies each and every frame and describes them, serving as the literal centerpiece. of a courtroom drama as it figures out how the many personalities of a booming town in Illinois combine to make a decision on the right path forward. An early scene, in which Lincoln decides the fate of a dispute between a farmer and a tenant, with both men seeking legal advice from the young lawyer Mr. Lincoln orbiting Lincoln’s office, cinematographers Bert Glennon and Arthur C . Miller hold the camera. anchored to Lincoln’s office. long legs, which Fonda holds throughout the film, flopping over a desk, chairs, and various poles. It’s as if the filmmakers know that Lincoln’s presence—physically, but also more than physically—defines the area in which the president will sit long-term. The crux of each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and each and every one and each and every one of the ethical conflicts revolves around the human body. Criterion’s HD motion transforms those painstakingly blocked scenes into sumptuous field intensity, showing off every inch of every ruined room in which Lincoln sprawls. It’s impressive stuff, even if the film ends with apprehension about the kind of larger-than-life people we’re looking for – with global politics as transparent and shifting as it is and history as fungible as it is – re-evaluating today. Matrix—Dom Sinacola
Few documentaries turn the cameras while the story is being written. But director Laura Poitras found herself in the middle of a memorable moment making Citizenfour, which shows us the scenes in which NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden works with (among others) journalist Glenn Greenwald to expose the organization’s systematic practices. surveillance of ordinary Americans. From the first worried encounters in a Hong Kong hotel room to the ensuing fallout around the world, Citizenfour has the momentum of a thriller, humanizing its subjects in such a way that we see uncertainty and anxiety run through them, as well as guts and outrage. Tim Grierson
Another example where the term “vampire” is debatable, this debut work by Canadian horror master David Cronenberg nevertheless offers a valuable and captivating (not to say downright crude) interpretation of the typical vampire story. Instead of emerging as some kind of evil mystic. By force, Rabid’s vampires are the result of a biological mutation brought about when a young woman smashes her motorcycle and develops a phallic stinger under her armpit. The intrusion then develops a bloodlust, spreading a vampiric disease that turns other inflamed people into rabid animals. As the most productive horror filmmakers, Cronenberg filters this admittedly absurd premise through a personal lens, shedding light on a society mired in paranoia and frenzy after the so-called “liberation” of the 1960s. Although the film is loaded with a sporadically uncrafted script and forced acting by famous porn star Marilyn Chambers, it’s still a valuable insight into the brain of a long-term teacher. —Mark Rozeman
Jurassic Park’s position as a technical step in cinematic storytelling doesn’t depend solely on the then-revolutionary use of computer-generated imagery: the special effects seem as revolutionary and fluid today as they were 25 years ago. The magic behind the film’s ability to bring Dinosaurs Come to Life may simply lie in Spielberg’s expertise in creating special effects shot-by-shot, merging each series with reliable animatronic and miniature works, making the connective tissue between those tricks as imperceptible as possible. More than a feat, Jurassic Park is a fun action adventure that also manages to insert prophetic themes into the mix, such as whether or not humanity deserves to interfere, on a deeply intimate level, with nature, providing an ethical angle that the sequels have all but abandoned or simply overlooked. until now. —Oktay Ege Kozak
A dark drama from writer-director Lynne Ramsay, We Need to Talk About Kevin is an interesting examination of a sociopath, a family, and the effect of the former on the latter. While Ezra Miller shows off his alien talents as a challenge. As a child, the richest detail of the film is the evolution of the relationship between his parents (John C. Reilly and Tilda Swinton). Reilly and Swinton build a broken window at a wedding, with a (possibly evil) stone thrown through it. Captivating and unsettling, Ramsay’s effort (co-written via Rory Stewart Kinnear) addresses an indistinct but central parental concern through its horrific specificity: What happens if I miss this?—Jacob Oller
One of the most brutal horror films ever released, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, based on infamous Wisconsin serial killer Ed Gein, feels like a verité art space built on the grainy physicality of its flat Texas setting. . Plus, he brought in the superlatively sinister Leatherface, the iconic giant man who wields a chainsaw and wears a mask made of enormous skin, whose strange sadism is only overshadowed by the arrival of his cannibalistic circle of relatives with whom he lives in a dilapidated town. space in the middle of the Texas desert, together dining on the meat that Leatherface and his brothers harvest, while Grandpa drinks blood and fashions furniture from the bones of the victims. Still, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre may not be the bloodiest horror film ever made, but as an imaginative excavation of the subterranean anxieties of a post-Vietnam rural American population, it is unprecedented. Twisted, dark and charming at the same time, it comes in a wide variety of tones and techniques without ever wasting its unique intensity. (And there are few scenes in this era of horror with more disturbing sound design than the moment where Leatherface ambushes a guy with a single blow of a blunt hammer to the head before slamming the steel door on him. ) -Rachel Haas and Brent Ables
In the undisputed king of videos for those heading to the real world, a young hyper-realized graduate (Dustin Hoffman) panics at the prospect of his future and falls into an affair with the much older wife of his father’s business partner (Anne Bancroft). This helped shape a generation long embalmed throughout history, but the sense of longing for choice has not aged. —Jeffrey Bloomer
Ginger Snaps is one of the best werewolf stories in school, but before I make comparisons to Twilight, let me say this for the record: while Twilight is maudlin, Ginger Snaps is cruel. Ginger and Brigitte, two foreign sisters obsessed with death, face maturation disorders and sexual awakening when Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) is bitten by a werewolf. As her desires begin to become bolder and more animalistic, Kinder Moment Sister (Emily Perkins) searches for a way to withstand the pain before Ginger carves a path of destruction through her community. Reflecting the influence of Cronenberg’s horror framework and, in particular, John Landis’ American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps is a strangely effective horror film and a blend of drama and black comedy that brought the werewolf myth to life. to the suburbs in the same way as Fright Night. controlled to do. Do it with vampires. It also made Isabelle a star of the genre, who has since made that impression in several sequels and above-average horror films, such as American Mary. Although the condition of lycanthropism is an apparent parallel to the struggles of adolescence and puberty, Ginger Snaps is the only film that has taken this rich vein of original draping and imbued it with the same kind of punk spirit as HeathersArray. —Jim Vorel
François Truffaut is notoriously and wrongly credited with declaring, “There is no such thing as an anti-war film. “He said he simply couldn’t make a war film about Algiers on the grounds that “to show something is to ennoble it. “He also said that “every film about war ends up being pro-war. “If this is true, then perhaps Paths of Glory is the film that comes closest to generating an anti-war statement, although Stanley Kubrick’s work on World War I is the most productive depicted as dismissive of war: you can feel Kubrick’s contempt for his antagonists. Seething behind the camera, his righteous indignation at the shameless cowardice of the cowardly old men who send others to die on the battlefield at their request. Perhaps Paths of Glory is rarely very anti-war, but pro-human, a film that celebrates true dignity and honor by pointing out that you don’t need to rush to face inevitable death to be brave. —Andy Crump
Ironically, H. P. Lovecraft is the least “Lovecrafty”. Stuart Gordon has established himself as Lovecraft’s great film adapter with a juicy edition of the short story “Herbert West, Re-Animator,” about a student who invents a disturbing and disturbing way to raise the dead. Animator looks more like a zombie movie than Lovecraft’s iconic brand of occult sci-fi, but it features masterful scenes of suspense, wonderful jokes, and Barbara Crampton as a smart, utterly fiery bride. Jeffrey Combs is brilliant and builds himself as the Anthony Perkins of his generation as West, a hilarious, brash and reckless genius who has played in two Re-Animator sequels. The actor even played Lovecraft in the anthology film Necronomicon. The film is a near-perfect crystallization of the most productive aspects of ’80s horror. from its delight in perdition to its impressive practical effects. —Curt Holman
A melodrama set in a British-ruled Himalayan nunnery, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger and starring Deborah Kerr and David Farrar, Black Narcissus offers a recipe for a variety of. . . strangeness. And it’s a lovely kind of weirdness. Five nuns are sent to discover a convent, a school and a hospital in an old harem. It’s hard to adjust to the new environment, and the agent who’s there to help them do that is, well, a little tempting. Of course, there are tragic consequences. The story is quite compelling, but what strikes me about this film is the supernatural visual sensitivity. Powell’s camerawork is mesmerizing and the film is infused with oversaturated colors, highlighting the exoticism and confusion faced by the nuns, sending the viewer into another dimension. —Amy Glynn
In this age of acclaimed TV series and movie trilogies, Erich von Stroheim may have been a king. But in his time, he had a knack for making longer films than his bosses imagined. So instead of splitting and streaming, for several nights, his eight-hour Greed was reduced to 140 minutes. Those who have noticed von Stroheim’s staging have said that it is groundbreaking work, but even in its abbreviated form, the genius shines through. Deep-focus cinematography captures the detailed art direction and, more memorably, allows for a scene in which a funeral procession passes through a window while a wedding takes place in the foreground. But the most important moment is the remarkable desolate desert sequence, in which the price of all the money the characters make. Searching no longer makes sense. – Jeremy Mathews
The less you know about Karyn Kusama’s The Invitation, the better. This is true of slow burn cinema of all kinds, but Kusama shoots slow to perfection. It turns out that the key to successful narrative fiction lies in the narrative rather than the slow pace itself. In the case of The Invitation, it’s a story of deep, intimate heartbreak, the kind none of us expect to have to suffer in our own lives. The film taps into a nightmarish vein of genuine horror, of loss so profound and pervasive that it fundamentally alters who you are as a human being. This is where we begin: with an examination of grief. It’s notable for its foundation, for all the genuinely extensive narrative infrastructure upon which Kusama builds the film in the first place. The film begins in earnest when Will (Logan Marshall-Green in fine form) arrives at a dinner party his ex-wife, Eden (Tammy Blanchard), is hosting at what was once his home. He brought along his girlfriend, Kira (Emayatzy Corinealdi). But it’s undeniable that something is wrong with Eden, and since Will is the lens through which Kusama’s audience interacts with the film, we can’t say what that is. There’s a lot more to say about The Invitation, especially its climax, where everything is revealed and we see Will’s fears and Eden’s religious claims for what they are. Until then, it will remain in suspense, but for Kusama, nerves and emotions are sensations worth savoring. It’s obviously more productive not to say where we end up, but The Invitation stands out neither for its ending nor for the direction we take to get there. Instead, it’s notable for its foundation, for the whole genuinely sprawling narrative infrastructure upon which Kusama builds the film in the first place. —Andy Crump
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Steamboat Bill, Jr. ‘s climactic cyclone series, which is both marvelous action and marvelous comedy, deserves the film to occupy a respected position in the canon of the wonderful silent films of all time. The iconic take on the façade of a space falling on Keaton is just one of the many wonderful moments in this fluid and impactful series. But Steamboat Bill, Jr. also features some of Keaton’s glorious intimacy as an actor, such as a scene in which his father tries to get him a very manly hat or a painfully hilarious attempt to mimic an escape plan. —Jeremy Mathews
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In the late 1920s, the excitement was palpable as brilliant filmmakers strove to unleash the medium’s full potential. Dawn was born out of this ambition, when Fox brought German genius F. W. Murnau to Hollywood, where he and his cameramen used each and every one of them. A resource at your disposal to create some of the most amazing celluloid images ever made. Telling the story of a husband who gets lost and then tries to redeem himself, Murnau’s camera soars over the rural fields, entangled in the hustle and bustle of the city and stares desperately at a lake in the middle of a storm, while his actors, George O’Brien and Janet Gaynor, radiate sincerity. —Jeremy Mathews
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Stanley Kubrick, 24, who he later described as “an exercise in clumsy amateur cinema,” Fear and Desire proves that the filmmaker is a clear judgment on his own work. That’s not to say there’s nothing I like about it. An hour-long war film, a lukewarm and meandering critique of “police action” in Korea, but that all you have to love are immature interests hired through a filmmaker who is still learning the trade. The purple prose of eventual Pulitzer Prize winner Howard Sackler fills the discussion and the voice. -It ends with tense metaphors and summary intellectualization, and the actors, in general, react to the flattened curtains by overacting. Frank Silvera, who would appear in Kubrick’s much larger sequel, Killer’s Kiss, discovers that the ultimate humanity is in the quartet of infantrymen who crashed through the enemy lines was more sinister and brusque than the rest. His sensible technique with the workers, which contrasts with the minaudatory mania of Paul Mazursky (the filmmaker of Bob
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Buster Keaton was never one to make grandiose social comments, but he enjoyed observing absurd human behavior. So he had no difficulty making Our Hospitality, the story of a generations-long family feud that clashes with a code of Southern hospitality. This code says that you can’t kill someone when he’s a guest in your space, so when Keaton’s character unknowingly stumbles into the space of his enemy’s circle of kin, he can’t get out. Keaton spends a clever time looking to escape, with the interior of the space serving as his safe zone in case something goes wrong. The funniest component is the dinner prayer, where everyone looks at everyone else instead of actually praying. A river chase sequence, adding a fatal waterfall stunt, brings things to their ultimate climax. And I haven’t even talked about Stephenson’s use of the rocket in the first act, the traditionally precise and ridiculously meaningless exercise that transports our hero from New York. This film also entered the public domain on January 1. —Jeremy Mathews
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You can just create a classic silent comedy film with highlights from Buster Keaton’s Sherlock, Jr. , and chances are no one will rightly complain. In the 91 years since Keaton wrote his love letter to the cinema, no one has tested the courtship between the public and the big screen better. Keaton plays a movie projectionist and aspiring detective who dreams of stepping onto a movie screen and becoming a resourceful hero—the ultimate metaphor for the appeal of movies. Keaton plays with the truth thanks to virtuoso special effects, but he also captures real stunts in single takes. (He broke his neck in one scene and still finished the take. ) He boldly subverts the structure: the clash is resolved halfway through the film without the hero’s help. He brings visual poetry to burlesque with rhyming jokes. The laughs come from failure in the genuine world and from possibility in the world of fantasy cinema, but the mechanisms are parallel. And he combines it all in an adventure that continues to evolve into greater hilarity. —Jeremy Mathews
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When U. S. spies borrow his locomotive and kidnap his girlfriend, a Southern railroad engineer (“The Big Stone Face,” Buster Keaton) is forced to chase his two beloved through enemy lines. Even if some Charlie Chaplin films make it difficult, The General is probably the most productive silent comedy ever made, if not the most productive comedy ever made. At the height of Buster Keaton’s remarkable career, the film was not good luck for critics or the box office after its release, but it has aged enormously. It’s a story show that combines romance, adventure, action (chases, fires, explosions), and comedy in a quiet, homogeneous masterpiece. —David Roark
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Do you know what’s annoying? When you’re a middle-aged gay Jewish South Beach drag club owner (Armand, played by Robin Williams) and your son shows up and asks for your blessing to marry his friend, who is the daughter of a neocon senator (Gene Hackman) who leads something called “The Moral Order Coalition. ” You need to help your son, but you don’t like being cooped up by him, and dinner ends up meaning that you and your spouse, Albert (Nathan Lane), are forced into a whole new point of tension in which you’re directly involved. . , a cultural attaché in Greece and married to the heterosexual one-night stand (Katherine, played by Christine Baranski) who led to the conception of her child. His wife is offended, the senator is under investigation by the tabloids, tensions are high and his servant Agador (Hank Azaria) has agreed to transform into a still-Greek named “Spartacus”, but let’s face it, the tensions They are maximum. everywhere. And that’s before your baby mama gets stuck in traffic and Albert sees his chance to play the drag role of a lifetime. Totally Shakespearean detours occur. Mike Nichols’ 1996 remake of Edouard Molinaro’s La Cage aux Folles wasn’t exactly scathing social commentary, but beneath its cheerful, star-like exterior, there are depths you can overlook while distracted by wackiness and madness. . Williams and Lane’s sequined antics. In fact, not only is it boisterous and witty, but, like many of Robin Williams’ film roles, The Birdcage has a serious quality to it, in which there is a genuine investigation into non-public identity, and into hypocrisy, acceptance, snobbery and, above all, everyone’s individual style. of “drag” (and hey, we all have one, even if we don’t express it by putting on false eyelashes and singing a Sondheim song) is brought out for a much-needed examination. —Amy Glynn
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F. W. Murnau’s sublime riff on Dracula has been a component of the genre for so long that justifying its position on this list turns out to be a waste of time. Magnificent in its strange, austere atmosphere and visual eccentricities, the film invented much of the fashionable vampire. culture as we know it. This is a must-see once a year, most rewarding. —Sean Gandert
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Stanley Kubrick is one of the few filmmakers in the history of the medium who has several masterpieces to his credits; however, among those masterpieces, it is Barry Lyndon who is the most masterful and the least appreciated. Barry Lyndon embodies everything we can imagine about Kubrick. Identify today as “Kubrickian”: his rigorous construction, his attention to detail, his sheer ambition, while providing the polite argument that history does not give him adequate credit for his acting talent. This is possibly because most of Kubrick’s other films rely not so much on wonderful performances as on proper skill and screenwriting (although that’s not a hope-off argument; see The Shining, for example). Barry Lyndon is an acting scene, charmingly, intentionally, and impeccably constructed for the sake of Kubrick’s cast: it’s a film designed to cede the spotlight to stars Ryan O’Neal, Marisa Berenson, Patrick Magee, and others, while making sure they paint in the most charming setting possible. . –Andy Crump
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The Navigator acts as an ocean liner for both of them and for the joke. Keaton plays a rich and distraught young man who finds himself stranded on a giant boat adrift with the rich and distraught young woman who has rejected him as her only company. These two spoiled upper-class idiots don’t know how to open cans, let alone make a shipment, and they’ll have to hilariously improvise to regain control. The scene in which the two characters suspect that there is someone else on the ship, but they do not locate anyone. Otherwise, it plays out in classic Keaton style: with perfectly timed wide shots that make it more plausible that the two will continue to miss each other. The most productive time can be a scary evening where the characters give them goosebumps. . —Jeremy Mathews
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There are two-reel videos of Buster Keaton with more ambitious special effects, more epic stunts, and more elaborate chase scenes, but in my experience, none make you laugh more than The Scarecrow. The film never stops to catch its breath as it moves from one position to another, creating and rewarding new laughs. Highlights include an artfully designed one-bedroom house, an appearance through the wonderful dog Luke, and indeed divine encounters between Keaton, Joe Roberts, and Keaton’s father, Joe. . —Jeremy Mathews
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Bernie is about both the city of Carthage, Texas, and its famous resident Bernie Tiede (Jack Black), the town’s gravedigger and prime suspect in the murder of one of its most despised citizens, Marjorie Nugent (Shirley MacLaine). Unlike Nugent, everyone visibly enjoys Bernie. When he wasn’t helping direct the best musical in school, he taught Sunday school. Like a well-interpreted mystery, Linklater’s funny dark (and true) story is interspersed with tantalizing interviews with the community’s population. East Texas is another person to play the roles, a system that moves a maximum productive balance in the face of the drama that leads to Bernie’s fatal encounter with a widow’s dog. The comedy is sharp, with some of the film’s productive peak lines coming from those city dwellers. —Tim Basham
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Alfred Hitchcock’s first sound film and also his last silent film, as Blackmail, made in both formats. While sound editing is known for Hitchcock’s experiments with the new generation (the highlight is a scene that emphasizes the word “knife”), silent editing is much smoother. And Donald Calthrop’s blackmail role seems even scarier, with only his face and body language doing the job. —Jeremy Mathews
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Watch the anthropomorphized arrogance: Arnold Schwarzenegger, 28, vying for his sixth Mr. Olympia title, waxes effortlessly poetic about his overall excellence, his litanies about the similarities between orgasm and weightlifting, and/or that eating between bouts of weight lifting and/. or flirting with women, he can wrap his biceps like little meat burritos. He is the embodiment of the human form and almost tragically inhuman, so physically productive that his body is unattainable and his reputation as a weightlifting prodigy is one of a kind. And yet, in the other corner, a wiry young Lou Ferrigno prepares his equally giant body to usurp Arnold’s title, but without the magnanimous swagger and arrogance that the long-time Hollywood icon doesn’t attempt. disguise. Schwarzenegger understands that weightlifting is a mind game (like any sport), underpinned by a healthy sense of vanity and privilege, and managers Fiore and Butler exploit Arnold’s afterlife enough to guess where he inherited such egocentrism. . He contrasts this attitude with Ferrigno’s almost morbid shyness, and Pumping Iron becomes a desirable vision of the kind of sociopathy required of living gods. —Dom Sinacola
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Charlie Chaplin’s first feature film and one of his greatest achievements, The Kid tells the story of an abandoned boy and the life he builds with The Little Tramp. Chaplin opposed strong opposition from studios to create a film more serious than his previous work. However, The Kid features as much buffoonish humor as his previous shorts, but set in a larger, more dramatic context. —Wyndham Wyeth
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There’s no genuine desire to delve into the influence of George Romero’s first zombie film on the genre and horror itself: it’s one of the most important horror films ever made, and also one of the most important independent films. The question is more precisely: “how are things going today?” » and the answer is “good”. Unlike Dawn of the Dead (not on Shudder), Night is pretty placid most of the time. The conventions of the tale are old and the black-and-white cinematography still looks excellent, but some performances are downright irritating, particularly that of Judith O’Dea as Barbara. However, Duane Jones more than makes up for this by banking on the heroic Ben, in a very self-contained and parochial story: just a small organization of other people in a house, with no genuine insight into the world at large. This is a must-see horror film for any student of the genre, which is easy considering the film remains in the public domain. But in terms of entertainment value, Romero would far surpass the genre in his next endeavors. Also recommended: The 1990 remake of this film by Tom Savini, unfairly ridiculed just for being faithful to its source. —Jim Vorel
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It is difficult to overstate the enormous influence that Ghost in the Shell exerts not only on the cultural and aesthetic evolution of Japanese animation, but also on the shaping of science fiction cinema as a whole in the 21st century. Adapted from Masamune Shirow’s original 1989 manga, the film is set in the mid-21st century, a world populated by cyborgs with synthetic body prosthetics, in the fictional Japanese city of Niihama. Ghost in the Shell follows the story of Major Motoko Kusanagi, commander of a national special operations task force known as Public Security Section 9, who begins to question the nature of her own humanity surrounded by a synthetic world. When Motoko and her team are tasked with capturing the mysterious Puppet Master, an elusive hacker who is one of the most damaging criminals on the planet, they set out to search for a series of crimes perpetrated through the Puppet Master’s unwitting pawns against possible criminals. unrelated men. The occasions merge into a trend that boils down to a single person: the Major himself. Everything about Ghost in the Shell oozes refinement and depth, from the dilapidated markets and claustrophobic hallways buoyed by the image of Kowloon Walled City, to the sound design, dazzling in Kenji Kawai’s mournful score, to the undeniable punch of every bullet fired across the screen. Oshii took Shirow’s origin and arguably surpassed it, transforming an already heady sci-fi action drama into a proto-Kurzweilian fable about the dawn of synthetic intelligence. Ghost in the Shell is more than a cornerstone of cyberpunk fiction, it’s a story about what it means to create yourself in the virtual age, a time in which the concept of fact is as fickle as the web is vast and infinite. . —Toussaint Egan
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Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend proved notoriously difficult to adapt while keeping its concepts intact, however, compared to the later edition of Omega Man or the 2007 edition of I Am Legend starring Will Smith, it is probably the most productive overall edition in history. Some have called it Vincent Price’s most productive film, with wonderful all-gothic settings set in Rome, where the last huge man on Earth wages a nightly war against the “infected,” who have assumed the characteristics of ancient vampires. interaction in the protagonist/antagonist unreleased from the source material, however, it utilizes Price’s magnetic presence on screen and his ability for monologue. No one watches a Vincent Price movie thinking, “I wish there were less Vincent Price there,” and The Last Man on Earth offers a spectacle for the actor at the height of his powers. Night of the Living Dead director George Romero has said that without The Last Man on Earth, the fashionable zombie would never have been conceived. —Jim Vorel
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How many times can they capture, release, and recapture Randolph Scott? In Buchanan Rides Alone, the answer turns out to be “as many times as it takes to complete 80 minutes. ” Adapting Buchanan from Jonas Ward’s The Name, this daring western sees the shredded oak of one man (Scott) resist the ax blows of a corrupt, family-oriented town. Agry and his extended eponymous family show no emotion toward the strong, silent Texan, and only become more violent when he intervenes to protect Juan De La Vega (Manuel Rojas), a Mexican who takes revenge on a drunken young Agry for raping him. to her sister. No intelligent act goes unpunished, especially when the sheriff, the hotel manager and the judge are also named Agry. Peter Whitney (as the hotel manager) is the dumbest of the group, suffering from such boisterous physical functionality that it complements, and even fuels, Scott’s inflexible morality. This touch of humor helps keep the repetitive plot alive (remember, they’re constantly imprisoned), and his sense of duty to the greedy little tyrants is refreshing. L. Q. Jones’ henchman steals some scenes while a fellow Texan gets trapped under Scott’s gravitational pull. A handful of too-tight close-ups and a final showdown over wallets full of cash allow Boetticher to deploy his bag of economical cinematic tricks, all in the service of a strangely endearing story of honorable outsiders as opposed to gluttonous insiders. smell
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Without words, The Red Turtle is an attempt to locate new tactics to express old truths, or new old tactics, tactics that seem new but are not. There is a word in The Red Turtle, but its isolation among the noisy non-language of the rest of the film: the omnipresent somnambulant waves; the wildlife of the film’s small “deserted” island; The music by Laurent Perez del Mar, adapted in turn to the herbal rhythm of the global that emerges in the animated film through Michaël Dudok de Wit, leads us to wonder if it is actually a word. “Hey!” our unnamed main character shouts, following in a different way a lifetime of subverbal communication, but he speaks it in such a way amid De Witt’s painstakingly constructed soundscape that it is not so unlikely that the director will convince you that there are no words in your movie. . Perhaps a man of Dutch and British descent, de Wit finds language to be a barrier between the audience and the emotional breadth of his (admittedly quite archetypal) story, further encouraged by the French-Japanese inversion of the film’s wife and by the fact that he Absolutely abandons the dialogue. the fact that if there is a feature film medium that is most forgiving of the lack of words, it is animation. Consider this undeniable example of the film’s power: Just as The Red Turtle can make you doubt whether a word you’ve known your entire life is really that word, it also leaves you with a lot of doubt. I wonder: if all animated films could be so charming, so careful, so dazzling, the paintings of a user who gave everything for a single story because perhaps he would never have the opportunity to do it again. —D. S.
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Virtually predating all the tropes you’d expect from a genre that’s all about keeping audiences on the edge of their seats, The Lady Vanishes is hilarious and a numerical breakthrough on how to create the ultimate near-thriller. From Hitchcock’s first foray into suspense, the film follows a woman on the brink of marriage, Iris (Margaret Lockwood), who becomes embroiled in the mysterious cases surrounding the titular girl’s disappearance aboard a crowded train. No shot of the film is superfluous, no discussion is dead – even the auxiliary characters, who play only a minimal role in addition to complicating Iris’s search for the truth, are essential to create the tension necessary to make the disappearance of said girl believable. a testament to how, as early as 1938, Hitchcock reduced each of his films to its most empirical elements, in order to create some of the most important genre photographs of the 1950s. Sun Sinacola
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Apparently, at some point in his burgeoning cult rise, director Richard Kelly admitted that even he didn’t fully understand what was going on in Donnie Darko, even going so far as to release a “director’s cut” in 2005 aimed at clarifying a few things. Yet another example of a small budget squeezed out of every penny, Kelly’s first film combines love, strange science, jet engines, superhero mythology, wormholes, armchair philosophy, giant rabbits, and Patrick. Swayze (as a child molester, no less) in a movie. This should be celebrated for its boldness rather than its coherence. It also helps that Jake Gyllenhaal leads a stellar cast, absolutely funny. With Donnie Darko, the only thing that makes it transparent is Kelly’s attitude: cinema is essentially the art of manifesting the unbelievable, of doing what needs to be done when it needs to be done. —Christian Becker
Nearly 20 years after its theatrical demise, James Cameron’s blockbuster epic remains as ubiquitous as ever in the pop-culture zeitgeist, and its cinematic wonders drown in the nostalgia of young Kate and Leo and that damned Celine Dion meow (not to mention the James Horner (Horner’s iconic soundtrack). Cameron’s ear for discussion might be extraordinarily heavy, but he’s a shrewd storyteller, immersing Romeo and Juliet aboard the doomed ocean liner and accompanying the fictional romance with antique details and groundbreaking special effects. and amazing images. The narrative errors are mind-boggling; let’s face it, old Rose, who throws a priceless artifact into the abyss after talking ad nauseam about herself, is an inconsiderate idiot, and the aforementioned discussion is awful (not to mention Billy Zane, her most productive silent film villain with a mustache), but Titanic is still a meticulous testament to the entire Hollywood spectacle. —Amanda Schurr
In a career of impeccable films, Paprika is arguably Kon’s greatest achievement. Adapted from the 1993 novel by Yasutaka Tsutsui (whose other notable novel, The Girl Who Gone Time, would form the basis of Mamoru Hosoda’s 2006 film of the same name), Kon couldn’t have asked for more source material adapted to its thematic idiosyncrasy. as director. Paprika follows the story of Atsuko Chiba, a psychiatrist who uses a revolutionary psychotherapeutic remedy involving the DC Mini, a device that allows the user to record and play back their dreams in a shared simulation. By day, Atsuko maintains a ruthlessly unforgiving exterior, but by night, she works as the film’s main protagonist: a vivacious dream detective who consults with clients on her own terms. When a pair of DC Minis are stolen and unleashed on the world, causing an avalanche of havoc that manifests the collective subconscious into the waking world, it’s up to Paprika and her colleagues to save the day. A summary of Kon’s decade-long directorial career, Paprika is a cinematic trompe-l’oeil of psychedelic colors and exquisite animation. Kon’s transitions are memorable and mind-blowing, the allusions to his immense palate of cinematic influences are spot-on, and his appeal to the multiplicity of the human experience is as thoughtful and moving as ever. Unfortunately, Paprika turned out to be Kon’s best film, as he tragically died in 2010 from pancreatic cancer. One fact remains evident when looking at his life’s work: Satoshi Kon was and remains one of the greatest anime directors of his time. He will be greatly missed. –Toussaint Egan
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Whether an homage to the antics of the youth of the ’80s (with stalwarts like John Hughes and Cameron Crowe) or an attempt to take the genre to its blandest extremes, Heathers is a hilarious look at the festering core of the young girl’s identity. all sunglasses, cigarettes, prison bait and misunderstood kitsch. Like any teen soap opera, much of the film’s appeal lies in its flaunting of taste over substance (inventing entire talking, dressing, and behaving tactics for an impressionable generation raised on Hollywood tropes), but Heathers embraces its taste as an indispensable cornerstone. of cinema, seeing that even the most inflated melodrama can be sold through a well-maintained image. And some photographs of Heathers are indelible: J. D. (Christian Slater) brandishing a gun at school bullies in the dining room, or Veronica (Winona Ryder) passively lighting her cigarette with the flames licked by her ex-boyfriend’s explosion. It makes sense that Daniel Waters originally sought out Stanley Kubrick to direct his screenplay: Heathers is a filmmaker’s film (for young people). —Dom Sinacola
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