Drama

Full disclaimer: I tend to watch probably too much true crime television.  I've watched about every episode of Homicide Hunter (Joe Kenda), Forensic Files, and plenty of other detective shows based on real cases.  I find them fascinating, and my wife would seriously like to know what else is on our television. As a result, I tend to also gravitate towards real cases depicted in movies and documentaries as well.  Today's film, The Night of the 12th, deals with a real case based in France.  However, this one has a hook.  Whereas almost every case that we tend to see on television is solved and the murderer goes away to jail, this one has a very different ending.  Let's take a look and see if we can still enjoy this experience.

It's a genuinely rewarding experience when you find a new director that you find intriguing.  Mostly because as the consumer, it's then a research project to find everything that person has ever done and then dissect which films you can go find to watch immediately.  When I watched Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy, I had that experience instantly.  I wanted to see more of Rysuke Hamaguchi's films.  So I bought a Criterion Blu-ray copy of Drive My Car back in July.  Shortly after that, I saw that his student film, Passion, was going to be released by Film Movement on Blu-ray, and I was eager to get a copy.  Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long, because the opportunity to review presented itself even before the release date.  Let's dive into this film and see the early workings of a true master of the conversation.

"Jack, we have done our jobs and done them well. This fight was passed down to us and will continue with or without us. But we will always be better than the institutions we serve, and that is what matters when it matters most. There are no heroes in our profession. But occasionally there are good men. Men who act on what is right, not simply doing what they are told to do. I have not always lived my life with honor. But perhaps I have done enough to die with it. I hope the same for you." 

Witness the birth of -- actually make that rebirth of --one of the most popular action heroes in literature. Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan has been a character of many jobs and many faces over the years. Baldwin, Ford, Pine, and Affleck have all stepped into the role of the man who has been a soldier, an analyst, an operative, and a president. What might appear as a clear advantage for this Amazon Prime streaming television show can be just as much a liability. When you throw in the Tom Clancy novels, comic books, and fan fiction, there is a ton of Jack Ryan history that pretty much gives us a story arc from his humble beginnings to extraordinary exploits

Coming up on its 40th anniversary, Staying Alive continues to be one of the most bizarre sequels to be made by a major studio, starring John Travolta and co-written and directed by Sylvester Stallone. The film was intended to be a sequel to the massively popular Saturday Night Fever, but when Staying Alive came out, disco was pretty much dead, and really there isn’t much that connects the films but for the character Tony Manero (John Travolta) and that there is dancing in the film. When the movie came out it was a financial success, but it was pretty well hated by critics of the time to the point that even one of the film’s stars, Finola Hughes, was awarded a Razzie for her performance. Apparently the film has a loyal cult following, but now after 40 years I’m here to give this film a fair shake and decide for myself: is it as bad as people say, or is it a gem from the 80s that will make us all nostalgic for when there were several movies with the cast in leotards, headbands, and over-the-top dance numbers?

“Don’t expect too many mistakes from this man. After all, he does seem rather more interesting than just another reader researcher. For example; has he gone into business for himself? Was he turned around? Does someone operate him? Is he homosexual? Broke? Vulnerable? Could he be a soldier of fortune? Did he arrange the hit? Is that why he’s still in flight? Still, he may be innocent. But why didn’t he come in gently?”

Sydney Pollack might have been channeling the essence of Alfred Hitchcock when he directed 3 Days Of The Condor. It’s hard not to see the similarities to some of Hitch’s work. But he might also have been having a bit of precognition at the same time. The later novels and films about Jason Bourne bear a striking resemblance to this 1975 thriller.

I probably could be called a lot of things, some kind and some not so kind.  But the one thing that probably most people would say about me is that I'm loyal.  Loyal to my job, loyal to my wife, loyal to my son.  However, in my life, I have certainly felt the pain of disloyalty, even to the point of infidelity.  Despite what people might say or think, you never quite expect it, and furthermore one can't predict how you might feel or act given the situation.  Today's movie Three into Two Won't Go explores the idea of what happens when a man cheats on his wife with another woman.  However, this woman stays around long after the fact and continues to press into his everyday life until it becomes unbearable.  Let's take a look.

Typically, I avoid World War II period films like the plague.  I literally see the word Nazi or German occupation and usually find a reason not to see the movie.  I have nothing against the pictures; the problem is that so many of these films are surrounded in clichés that it feels like an old hat with nothing new to offer.  However, when I saw The Day and the Hour in my review pile, I was intrigued by the notion of it being in France with a female lead and something of a romance.  Far different from the usual pow pow, war is heck, or a film that's going to have buckets and buckets of tears and worrying about the human condition.  Though from the looks of things, this one might have some waterworks too.  Let's take a look.

I'm a sucker for clever movie titles.  The best example I can think off the top of my head is I'm Gonna Git You Sucka.  Or perhaps you need something from yesteryear, like Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia or They Shoot Horses, Don't They?  Along the lines of Sucka, we can't also forget about Don't Be A Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood or The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.  So imagine my surprise when I saw the title of today's movie and jumped at the chance to provide a review.  Hopefully it is as good as the title suggests.

Some of my fondest memories growing up were those of my Polish grandmother and visiting her in New York for a week or two during the summer.  It was so different than when I was with my parents in North Carolina.  From the living arrangements to actually having a real basement to the subway itself, it was almost surreal in a very urban type way.  Then everyone seemingly moved to Texas, including our family, and all of the innocence was lost.  Today's movie is Gloria, a movie set in New York where a six-year-old Puerto Rican kid loses his innocence as his family is gunned down by the mob.  The only thing he has to cling to is a friend of the family named Gloria who has a few special skills of her own.  Let's check it out.

"In northern California, the Santa Lucia Mountains, dark and brooding, stand like a wall between the peaceful agricultural town of Salinas and the rough-and-tumble fishing port of Monterey, fifteen miles away It's 1917 just outside of Monterey."

James Dean was somewhat of a brief candle. Very much like Marylin Monroe, he came upon Hollywood so bright and hot only to burn for a short time. And while Norma Jean had a few good years in which to shine, Dean would have less than a handful. In those few years he made three incredible films. His last was Giant, and before that was perhaps his best known, Rebel Without A Cause. East Of Eden was the first of this trilogy of films that would pretty much make up the career of James Dean. All three films were made in the years 1955-1956, and just as suddenly as Dean had come upon the scene, billed as the next Marlon Brando, he was gone.