Posted in: Disc Reviews by Gino Sassani on September 16th, 2010
Tennessee Williams was both a prolific writer and celebrated personality in his day. His plays are still making the rounds of community theaters and even more than a few higher- end performance halls around the country. Songs have been written about the guy, and he's quite honestly become a bit of a mythic legend over the years. A lot of that owes, in no small part, to his huge hit A Streetcar Named Desire. The 1947 play was a huge hit on its own. The thing even snagged a Pulitzer. There hadn't been a bigger play before it, and few have reached the popularity and classic status since. Then director Elia Kazan got his hands on the material. And while another writer worked on the screen adaptation, Kazan was smart enough to have Williams himself write the screenplay. A couple of things happened with that 1951 film. While this was actually his second screenplay, it would catapult him into the film and television side of life. His career ... and our screens … would never be the same.
A Streetcar Named Desire is still huge today. But is it the material from Williams or the amazing performances of Marlon Brando, Karl Malden, Kim Hunter, and Vivian Leigh that stand out after all of those years? Isn't it Kazan's inspired direction and his unique eye for cinematography that make the film so memorable? I guess the argument could be made for any of those things. Likely, it was the fortunate combination of these elements that made that film what it remains today. There's been a kind of rediscovery of Williams of late. There's also Hollywood's penchant for "lost" material. All of these things combined to bring actress and first-time feature director Jodie Markell and one of Williams' "lost" screenplays together for the 2010 Loss Of A Teardrop Diamond.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Gino Sassani on September 10th, 2010
When I saw the title for this movie my immediate thoughts went to that old Neil Diamond song of the same name. I don't know why, but I absolutely expected to hear it at some point in the film. So I actually found myself smiling a bit when the first guitar chords for the song began during the opening credits. I was a little disappointed to hear the song, but performed by the Man In Black, Johnny Cash. Not that I dislike Johnny. I just was expected something else. You know the feeling. Did you ever pick up someone else's drink by mistake and sip it, expecting it to be yours? It doesn't matter how much you might actually like what that someone was drinking. It completely throws you and tastes bad for a split second. Well, that's what happened with Solitary Man, the song and the film.
You see, the box art and studio buzz calls this film a sophisticated comedy. It's neither. It's actually quite good for what it is, but the studio's misrepresentation means that I was ready for something entirely different than what I got. That makes it so much harder to give a film a chance. I was all set to laugh. Instead I got a very moody and often dark character study. It took me a bit of a readjustment to finally begin to appreciate the movie for what it was. Michael Douglas can still deliver a solid character study. Here he takes a character that's almost impossible to like, and makes you enjoy it all the way.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Gino Sassani on September 8th, 2010
"We went AWOL around the time the rest of the world did. We became stick-up guys, stopping people on the road, taking whatever they had. We held up this bunch of kids in a Winnebago shooting a documentary about themselves. Went out on the internet. Millions of hits. I became notorious. Could have gotten an agent. Made a fortune if there was anybody left to care. It had become an us-versus-them world. All we were looking for was a place were there was no them."
Posted in: Disc Reviews by BABY on September 7th, 2010
Gino likes to listen to some guy named Warren Zevon who says that all of the werewolves are in someplace called London. He also sings a song that says "Don't knock on my door, if you don't know my Rottweiler's name". Well ... I ain't no stinkin' Rottweiler, and you know my name; it's Baby. But I wouldn't knock anyway, 'specially if you are trying to deliver more of these movies. I don't know what the Rottweiler's planning to do, but I promise I'm not going to lick you, and that spells B I T E. Don't you guys know we got too many movies in here already? How am I going to get any playtime in if you keep bringing more movies over here? Gino says that if you stop bringing the movies, he might not make any money. He says if they don't make any money, he can't buy any more treats. He calls that a catch 22. But the problem is while he's in there watching movies, my ball stays where it is, and I'm not catchin' anything. Since beggin' is beneath me, I guess I'm just gonna have to let somebody have it one of these days, and that spells O U C H.
Hey everybody. Baby, back again to bring you yet another dog movie from a dog's perspective. Ever since I was a little puppy I liked readin' those funnies in the paper. For some reason there was a lot of those things layin' around the place for a while. Since a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do, I would take a look at the comics while I took care of some business. Now what that business was, is none of your business, and that spells W E T. One of my favorite strips was this one called Marmaduke. Now, that dog is one funny cat, and that spells B I G. He was always gettin' into some kind of trouble or other. I always figured we'd get along great, because I get yelled at all the time, too. Anyway, the strip's been around since 1954. That's a whole lot of dog years ago. It was written by a guy named Brad Anderson. That means a lot of those comics were written, and a lot of fans must be out there. So now they've decided to create a whole movie based on Marmaduke. And, guess who got to watch it. That's right. Me, Baby.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Archive Authors on September 7th, 2010
”A philosopher once asked, ‘Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?’ Pointless, really…’Do the stars gaze back?’ Now that’s a question.”
They do more than gaze in Stardust, a quirky, enjoyable film that’s not the epic tale it’s made out to be. The film adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s graphic novel of the same name, Stardust is a tale about a young man from a small English village who gets caught up in a magical adventure in another realm. With evil witches, fratricidal princes, and a cross-dressing sky-pirate, there’s a lot of fantasy in Stardust, but director Matthew Vaughn’s penchant for Lord of the Rings-style sweeping cinematography creates a canvas much too grand for this simple fairy tale.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Gino Sassani on August 31st, 2010
Back in 2001 Larry Blamire and his troupe released The Lost Skeleton Of Cadavra. Blamire was obviously a fan of the science fiction films of the 1950's and decided to take many of those standard elements and pretty much have a blast with the material. The end result was an over-the-top spoof that left you laughing, not because the material was all that funny. You laughed because they sometimes hit those ludicrous devices so perfectly that you have flashbacks to your favorite Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode. The film had all of the clichés including special effects that were anything but special. And it was all done on purpose. It was a stroke of genius, really. They did a low-budget film with all of its deficiencies and made them out to be deliberate.
Now, Blamire and his wacky group of players is back at it ... again. Shout Factory is releasing two films that the team has recently added to the Cadavra legacy. Both films utilize pretty much the same amateur cast with a few seasoned veterans sprinkled in to keep things interesting. Both films are in black & white, for the most part, to maintain the intended atmosphere.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Archive Authors on August 29th, 2010
Most of the male reviewers in this industry loathe romantic comedies. It is the only thing in the industry that we conceive to be as easy to make as a poorly written horror movie. Insert female who is looking for love in all of the wrong places and give her an unique situation to find that special love. Insert hunky guy who is a bit quirky to sweep her off her feet. Love, love, love and they go off to get married and make babies. So I did what any man would do in this situation, I begged my better half to write the review.
And hello there! It is I... the usual reviewers “back-up plan” to getting out of having to do a mushy movie! I am not the average female that goes oogly over these romantic comedies. I find them to be unrealistic, predictable, and boring. The plot is always the same. Woman who cant find love, finds it in some odd situation... someone is not truthful about something, they fight, and split up... after a short time apart, they decide to make nice and have woosa time. End of movie. Is this movie any different? Can they really break the cycle of really bad romantic comedies?
Posted in: Disc Reviews by Gino Sassani on August 26th, 2010
It's almost impossible not to compare The Square with No Country For Old Men. The themes are very much the same. The talent behind this Australian movie even includes a couple of brothers, but their name doesn't happen to be Cohen; however, one of these brothers is also named Joel. One of the original writers on the film is Joel Edgerton. The idea passed through a couple of other folks along the way to director Nash Edgerton who saw more potential in the film. So, a modest budget and a collection of relatively unknown actors combined to create a movie that does not easily fall into any one category, another trait these brothers share with the more famous pair.
Carla (van der Boom) is having a rather intense affair with Ray (Roberts). They both want out of their own marriages for different reasons but lack the proper funds to make their respective clean breaks. Carla is married to Smithy (Hayes) a small-time crook with a domestic violent streak. Ray is married to Martha (Bell) who he simply doesn't have much passion for. He feels his life has settled into an emotionless rut. Ray is a foreman for a contract business and has been taking kickbacks from his subcontractors in a bid to stash away enough money to run away with Carla. It's a slow business, and Carla is getting impatient, starting to wonder if he really wants to be with her. It all appears hopeless, that is until Carla returns home from a rendezvous with Ray to find Smithy stashing a large bag of cash into their attic crawlspace. It's a ton of money, more than enough to finance her escape with Ray. She tries to convince Ray that they should steal the cash and go. Ray is concerned that such a big score for a normally two-bit crook means others are involved. He suspects they won't take very kindly to having their money taken, and the two lovers would have to live in constant fear of being discovered. So they come up with a plan to steal the money and hire someone to torch the house, making Smithy and his pals think the money was consumed in the fire. Ray's a bit gun-shy about the idea, but Carla can be quite persuasive.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by David Annandale on August 23rd, 2010
Robert (Jakob Cedergren) is a Copenhagen police officer exiled from the big city for a misdeed that is initially mysterious. His new position is as marshal in a small town in the marshlands. Though it seems at first as if he won't have much to do here, things are looking more than a little weird. The locals all have their assigned seats at the pub, and resent any deviation from the way things are done locally. Shoplifting kids are expected to be beaten. The bicycle merchant has disappeared, but no one seems interested. A little girl in a red coat pushes a squeaky pram through the streets at all hours of the night. Then there's the girl's mother, the extremely flirtatious wife of the local bully. Robert is attracted to her, wants to protect her from her husband's beatings, and one night succumbs to temptation. The consequences are deadly.
The jacket copy compares the film to the work of the Coen brothers and David Lynch, and rightly so. This would be Coen and Lynch at their darkest, though, and if there is some leavening humour here, it is low key and never breaks the mood of unease and imminent doom. The town and its flat, desolate, boggy countryside are uncanny: there is enough recognizable here to be familiar, and to connect (at some level) with the real world, but there is enough that is twisted out of true to make one very anxious indeed. An excellent noir.
Posted in: Disc Reviews by William O'Donnell on August 22nd, 2010
A renowned street fighter's brother is murdered, so he flees to a small town where his crippled father lives. While there he discovers an underground circuit of Mixed Martial Arts competitions and raw, street fighting prize matches. With the help of a former MMA champ (played by real-life UFC contender Michael Bisping), our hero fights his way up to the top of the underground action in order to pay off the gangster who slayed his brother, earn the respect he deserves, and what the heck...win a new love interest too.