Damn, I only have time to watch movies on weekends part 15: the living pixels

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  • 1. Persona (1966) (watched again)
  • I just read my original review of this film and laughed. Straightforward? My main comment was that this film was more straightforward that Bergman's other work?

  • To be fair, there is a large chunk in the middle here where the story is pretty easy to understand, but much of the film is taking you through its captivating twists and turns. Perhaps the film succeeds more than other semi-abstract works because it gives you this section of story to work with along with the collages of images, ensuring that these images have a grounding that can add to their interpretation and making Persona even relatively accessible for an art film. Still, many art films have semi-comprehensible stories and I don't love them as much as Persona, which is not just a breathtakingly intelligent and emotional film, but also Bergman's best and one of the greatest films of all time. Last time I thought the women's identities were just shifting, but this time I began to look at them as two sides to the same person, which provided new insights. Still, I'll probably have to watch this a few more times before I can provide any real interpretation of it, beyond just citing the things I've read about it; either way, I'm sure my explanation would be redundant given the sheer volume of stuff written about this film. Anyway, highly recommended to all, even if you don't normally like art films.

  • 2. My Darling Clementine (1946) (watched again)
  • I can't really decide why I like this film so much, so let's just say it just works. Engaging story, top-notch direction, and a lot of interesting characters. I particularly love how well the film captures the relationship between Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday. Not quite enemies, not quite friends, but brothers in arms, the film captures the unease and the loyalty between them excellently. Still John Ford's best film, and one of the top three or four non-Leone Westerns.

  • 3. City Lights (1931) (watched again)
  • While there are many reasons to complain about the AFI's new 10 top 10 lists, the upside is that hopefully more people will seek out films like this one, which they called the best romantic comedy ever made. In terms of striking the best balance between romance and comedy, I find it hard to disagree with the AFI. After all, the first scene of this film is one of the funniest scenes in film history, and the last scene is one of the most romantic, with each one showcasing the Little Tramp's extraordinary wit and personality beautifully. Overly sentimental? Not a chance; it earns every dramatic moment because of how much we identify with these characters. Furthermore, it's not just funny and heartfelt, it also contains some really masterful choreography, particularly in the boxing scene, hilarious in its complexity. Chaplin certainly takes silent comedy to new levels, going far beyond slapstick and into things that we all can identify with (note his nervousness in the boxing preparation scene, especially what happens with the rabbit's foot). He truly was a master, and here he has created one of the greatest films ever made.

  • 4. Dexter - The Second Season (2007)
  • The overall arc of the first season of Dexter was a great idea for a story. I don't want to give too much away about it, but it was pretty cohesive, it seemed intricately planned out, and it developed in a logical way. The second season's arc is sort of all over the place, which is both a blessing and a curse. While the show comes across as more muddled than in the first season, it's also more unpredictable here. It was easy to predict that the first season would follow certain thriller tropes, whereas I honestly had no idea how the second season would end until it actually finished. When you get right down to it, I think I preferred the precise, methodical character development of the first season, and bemoaned the couple of second season plot points that seem lamer than anything in the first one, but this is still an incredibly awesome show. I love where this season takes many of the characters, love the continuing analysis of what makes Dexter tick, and still love the style that really helps make this show engaging. I'm hoping for a season 3.

  • So I had my wisdom teeth out today (6/26/2008), and didn't feel much like doing anything besides watching movies while I was applying ice to my face and keeping it elevated, so here it is, your moment of zen...

  • 5. Grand Illusion (1937)
  • Until now probably the biggest gap in my film viewing, and luckily I was not disappointed as this is a really great film. It's something of an antiwar movie, but with a very different spin on things than most antiwar movies. Renoir seems to be skewering the very idea of nationalistic war, in the sense that the different characters in this film seem much more united by their class than by the country they hail from. Certainly Captain de Boeldieu has more in common with Captain von Rauffenstein than with his fellow French prisoners, and yet it is the Frenchmen that are banded together to fight for some "cause" that certainly not all of them can understand the same way. Fortunately, though, the film certainly does not wreak of the heavy-handed philosophizing that I'm doing here; it's a terrific, often clever story that shows a great deal of humanity for characters fighting on all sides of WWI. Rules of the Game is often called Renoir's masterpiece, but for me, this is the far superior film.

  • 6. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) (watched again) / 7. Bicycle Thieves (1948) (watched again)
  • I decided to review these together partially because I had too many reviews to catch up on after Wisdom Teeth Day, and partially because they actually made a surprisingly good double feature. Each film can be simplified into messages - "greed for gold makes a man crazy 'n' paranoid" and "it's tough getting by in postwar Italy," respectively - but both films really succeed in the way they portray the main characters' singular obsessions with a material possession, whether that be gold or one's stolen bicycle. When you get right down to it, it doesn't matter if the character is trying to strike it rich or just support his family; it's the obsession that is the key to how compelling each film is. The former film does a terrific job of portraying the unease of dealing with unpredictable characters in the unsecured, open wilderness. Ironically, it is Walter Huston's weathered prospector who seems to help spark these ideas in Bogart's head, when Huston is merely trying to tell it like it is. Bogart is really phenomenal here, forsaking his traditional ambiguous antihero type for a more clearly immoral badass persona, without losing any of the complexity his characters always have.

  • The latter film is terrific at establishing a seemingly hopeless fate for our protagonist. Whether he's looking through the hundreds and hundreds of bicycles that are in this film or trying to track down the actual thief, his quiet desperation increases as he realizes more and more that he just can't win. When all he can do is feel powerless, the flywheels of a system in which resistance is futile close in on him, leading to the brilliant ending.

  • Ultimately, The Bicycle Thief is a more important film in its key place as the pinnacle of Italian neo-realism, but I personally prefer The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, as I find the character drama more intricate and the story more captivating. Both are masterpieces, though.

  • 8. Wait Until Dark (1967)
  • Audrey Hepburn plays a blind woman terrorized by some thugs looking for a doll. Like many thrillers, the bad guys concoct a needlessly contrived and elaborate plan and not everything that happens is entirely believable, but this is still a very good movie. Audrey Hepburn is convincingly blind and appropriately terrified at times, but it is Alan Arkin's completely insane performance that is really the standout here, in my opinion.

  • 9. Sling Blade (1996)
  • An excellent film that manages to take us through as many endearing, sweet scenes as creepy, disturbing scenes and do everything terrifically. Parts of this film are a true joy to watch, and other parts really are emotionally devastating. Billy Bob Thornton hasn't done anything this masterful ever since, but here he proves he has an eye for fascinating, ambiguous complexity in his direction, screenplay, and performance. He has crafted a really absorbing film in Sling Blade, a seemingly simple character drama that proves to be so much more. Don't blink or you might miss Robert Duvall.

  • 10. The 39 Steps (1935) (watched again)
  • Hitchcock would later make more artistically interesting films, but they say that here is the first time where everything really connected for the Master of Suspense. I couldn't really tell you because I haven't seen any films the Master made before this one. What I do know is that this is a very well made thriller, albeit not as stylized as his later work, which should've proven to everyone paying attention that Hitchcock was a great storyteller with some serious directing chops.

  • 11. WALL•E (2008)
  • I can't claim to have read reviews of this film extensively, but my guess is that this film is actually deeper and more subversive than anyone wants to give it credit for. Yeah, you can boil it down to an environmentalist message that is common to many kids' films, and the kids might just think fat people are funny, but what adult could not be disturbed at this film's portrait of the future of humanity? We've become a species of slovenly losers, driven by our excesses to a point where we are too rotund to even walk around, much less accomplish anything useful. The film suggests that our obsession with progress, technology, and the future might actually be making us more primitive. A number of Luddite films, of course, suggest that the crippling influence of technology's sterility can cause us to lose our sense of humanity, but this film suggests that it goes beyond that: that scientific progress can actually be scientifically retrogressive.

  • Indeed, WALL•E skewers our modern attraction towards the sleekest, shiniest art, technology, and architecture by developing an environment that takes this idea to the extreme but really just turns out to be a highly disturbing place. At the same time, the film itself is an example of its theme, because it features state-of-the-art animation that most of the time is spent portraying dirt, grime, and garbage. Most films use CGI shots to portray objects that are too, well, clean to exist in real life, but what does WALL•E create with its sophisticated animation? A dirty Rubik's cube. A filthy spork. A broken-down robot.

  • I've already praised this film to high heavens and haven't even mentioned the touching love story at its core. It is completely consistent with the movie's weightier themes, in the sense that with such simplicity and subtlety, the film is able to convey what is both a powerfully touching love story and, quite frankly, a technological marvel (a robot that is capable of love?!). But it seems wrong to intellectualize the heart of this story, so let us just say that the romance works extremely well, doing a whole lot with very little.

  • Before I actually watched this movie, I was expecting to enjoy it but predicted I would lament here that Pixar's latest films have been enjoyable but just not as laugh-out-loud funny as their truly hilarious films (the Toy Story movies and Finding Nemo IMHO). Pixar proves that they can still bring in the laughs with the hysterical preceding short Presto; and with all the other ways WALL•E succeeds, it is also probably an improvement in the humor department as well, but Pixar is going for something more substantive here, and they score a real winner. The best film of the year so far, and probably among the best of the decade.

  • Oh, and the closing credits are probably the most brilliant credits I've ever seen. The whole evolution of art and graphics in 90 seconds.

  • 12. The Wire: The Complete Second Season (2003)
  • McNulty has a crappier job, the new characters are possibly even more unsavory than the old ones, but the quality of the show continues to amaze me. I thought the new elements explored about Baltimore might muddle the show, but on the contrary; somehow, they manage to make the show seem even more cohesive, possibly because of how well The Wire juggles all these storylines and still remains tight, compelling, and realistic. All my favorite characters get lots of great moments here (the temporary pairing of Bunk and Lester may seem casual, but to me it was genius as they are two of my favorite characters to watch, and they have great chemistry together), many of them are allowed deeper glimpses into their lives, and the way that the show reassembles the same people from the first season could've been klutzy but instead is perfectly believable. I continue to love this show, and luckily, the third season is on the way!

  • 13. All That Jazz (1979)
  • Watching all those Oscar-nabbing biopics today, it's easy to forget that back in the 70s, they actually made biopics that were fun, sexy, interesting, and really had creative juices bubbling over. If you want to see a biopic that is actually artistically fascinating, look no further than here.

  • To be fair, this is technically the story of Joe Gideon, but everyone just seems to acknowledge that this is really the story of Bob Fosse, a philandering director/choreographer who was addicted to drugs but more addicted to his job. The movie implies that he was surrounded by people who are really just using him and the only way he could get by is by pushing away everyone who cares about them and focusing on his jobs and his casual sex. These ideas are put forth, though, with a fiery energy that infects everything from the dance numbers to the dialogue. Gideon's troubles keep mounting over the course of the film, and he gets by the only way he knows how: by picturing his life as a big Broadway musical. The result is a very clever tour de force, up there with the greatest movie musicals ever made.

  • 13. The King of Comedy (1982)
  • At times this seems way too much like a comedic version of Taxi Driver. In each film, Robert DeNiro plays a man who wants to be a hero but has some difficulty in connecting to other people, and the film basically follows him through every uncomfortable encounter on his path to one ambitious undertaking. His name in King of Comedy, Rupert Pupkin, even sounds like a funny version of his Taxi Driver character name, Travis Bickle. This film, though, does twist the character into one who is at least good at seeming superficially endearing right off the bat (which Travis Bickle certainly couldn't manage), a fairly normal if a tad overbearing character until his dreams and personal delusions start to fall apart. We also get more glimpses into the DeNiro character's backstory in this film, which goes a long way towards explaining his essence. Additionally, the film adds some depth to the people who shut DeNiro down; there are some moments that humanize Jerry Langford, showing that so many people want to take advantage of him and his fame... but as a non-crazy person trying to get a job in the entertainment industry, I can definitely relate to a lot of Pupkin's frustration. Not enough to do what he does, but still.

  • Let me say, this film is extremely uncomfortable to sit through. After watching it, I had very uncomfortable, awkward dreams. Oh, and here's a tidbit for you from the IMDB trivia section: "Martin Scorsese said later that making this film was an 'unsettling' experience, in part because of the embarrassing, bitter material of the script. Scorsese said that he and Robert De Niro may have not worked together again for seven years because making The King of Comedy was so emotionally grueling." But my main complaint is that I kept feeling like I was watching a very similar film to Taxi Driver, so much that in this review I felt I needed to point out the differences to prove why I liked the film as much as I did. It is pretty funny though.

  • 14. Hairspray (2007)
  • Many musicals don't translate well from the stage to the screen, but Hairspray works quite well as a film, thanks partially to a director who infuses the entire film with a groovy 60s spirit. The casting is generally pretty inspired; Queen Latifah's role is basically made for her, Michelle Pfeiffer looks more vibrant here than she has in years, and even Zac Efron is pretty good here. After Enchanted and Hairspray, I'm convinced James Marsden should get every energetic pretty boy role because he just fucking sells it. And newcomer Nikki Blonsky is really terrific. It's so refreshing to see a character who's supposed to be conventionally unattractive and is often rejected because of this fact, but who also isn't weighed down by cripplingly low self-esteem. She is the heart of the film, and God bless her, she stays plucky.

  • 15. Futurama: The Beast With a Billion Backs (2008)
  • The follow-up to Bender's Big Score is a bit weaker, clumsier effort, but still a pretty good segment. I gotta tell you, even for Futurama, this movie is pretty weird, but it only nosedives into utter bizarreness towards the end, so I can't explain why without massive spoilers. I will say that unlike Bender's Big Score, I really had no idea where this was going at any point early on in the story. I will also say that I watched this film with two friends who love Futurama and love to laugh, and when I'm with such people I tend to laugh much more than if I were watching these films at home, but towards the end the laughs very noticeably started to peter out. So yeah, it sorta falls apart in the last half hour or so, but it's still a pretty good adventure.

  • 15. Bottle Rocket (1996)
  • I must confess, I'm not a big Wes Anderson fan, and I watched this film to see if it would change my mind. And what do you know, it did: I realized I'm not a big Owen Wilson fan either. I never noticed before, but he's an extremely irritating actor. I kept feeling like the film was fairly clever but would be funnier if Owen Wilson was selling the material a little better. Then again, I feel like this stilted tone that prevents the humor from actually being funny is sorta pervasive in much of Anderson's work, so maybe it's not entirely Wilson's fault. I've been trying to think why I love The Royal Tenenbaums so much but haven't been such a big fan of the other Wes Anderson films I've seen, but I give up. I just think Tenenbaums works and his other films don't and that's all I can say. There are a good number of moments in Bottle Rocket that I liked (particularly the first fifteen minutes or so, and many of the scenes that feature Luke Wilson falling in love with a motel maid), but much of it feels like a whole lot of nothing, especially in the second half.

  • 16. Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) (watched again)
  • Damn, this film makes a lot more sense with the subtitles on!

  • I first saw this film probably about eight years ago when I was 13 and loved the style but thought it was confusing. I decided to try it again with subtitles to help me decipher the extremely thick cockney accents and British slang. I found that I enjoyed the film much more, but more than anything, it was probably because with eight years' more thinking ability and movie experience, I was able to follow the story better. Unlike most crime comedies that seem to take the crime seriously and derive humor from the dialogue and characters, LS&2SB actually features a story full of plot developments that are hilarious in and of themselves, relying somewhat on coincidence but never sacrificing character. This could all seem silly, though, without Guy Ritchie's excellent direction that really sells the material and takes it to a new level of, well, awesomeness. Of course, Ritchie's star faded quickly as soon as he started making Madonna vehicles, but perhaps RocknRolla will see him in top form once again.

  • On that note: could Ritchie's IMDB rating of 8.1 for Snatch and 3.63 for Swept Away be the biggest IMDB user rating disparity for two consecutive feature-length films by the same director? What are some other possibilities? Discuss.

  • 17. Primer (2004)
  • ...now here is a film that I need another eight years' thinking ability for. I have no idea what the hell happened in this movie and my attempts to read explanations just confused me more. The idea of having characters realistically discussing the scientific nitty-gritty of a completely impossible scientific development may sound boring, and sometimes it is, but at times the film is actually rather hypnotic. The plot, however? No clue. I'll probably have to watch it five or six more times to even be able to understand it well enough to actually review it.

  • 18. Killer of Sheep (1977)
  • A very good slice of life film that remained largely unseen for many years due (I've heard) to rights issues. Plot and character don't really matter as much here as the many fascinating details. All in all, it paints a pretty compelling portrait of this poor black family.

  • 19. Fanny and Alexander (1982)
  • Part 6 in my attempt to catch up on epic films is a very odd film to review. If you've heard things about the plot summary, you might know that it's about two children whose father dies and whose mother marries an austere disciplinarian. What you might not realize if you haven't seen it is that this doesn't occur until almost halfway through the film. The first half is a sumptuous banquet of color and colorful characters, a vibrant film that seems like it's going to be an ensemble piece.

  • Then the real movie starts, and although we've just seen over an hour of character development of a ton of characters, they become hardly important at all. After Emilie (Fanny and Alexander's mother) marries the bishop, there are only one or two more scenes about their extended family. The film is focused squarely on Alexander and his mother and how hellish their harsh new life is. (Oddly, Fanny does not seem like a particularly important character at any point.)

  • Even more strangely, about 40 minutes before the film is over, a character suddenly does something completely fantastical that functions as a major plot point. It comes completely out of the blue and caused me to audibly question, "What the hell just happened?" Reading Ebert's Great Movies review, he says the film's magic melds with the actual family history in Alexander's memory to form a sort of fable; the story is told through Alexander's eyes, and like many children, he has some whimsical belief in fantasy, so why wouldn't there be some fantasy involved? It's an interesting interpretation, but I suspect Ebert would not forgive this scene if it were in a less acclaimed film. I mean, aside from some talking to dead people (which is easy to dismiss as fantasies that purely exist in the characters' minds, rather than plot points), the film is nothing but realistic beforehand, and this moment of magic really comes out of nowhere.

  • These bizarre, unexplained quirks about the film certainly don't sink it, but it does make for a somewhat confusing watch. There is much I liked about the film; after that first moment of magic, the eerie, mysterious fantasy of the last 40 minutes really worked in my opinion. The energy of the first part is wonderful, and it makes the stark madness of the second part all the more chilling. All in all, the elements shouldn't add up to a cohesive whole, but somehow they kinda do, creating a very interesting film.

  • P.S. These comments are on the theatrical version. I've read that the television version of this film actually ties all the extended family characters into the rest of the story, without leaving you feeling like you've watched a lot of interesting characterizations for characters that practically disappear midway through the film. I thought a multi-part, 5+ hour version of Fanny and Alexander sounded way too padded for me to enjoy, so I avoided it, but it's possible that I would've enjoyed the television version better. I'm always confused when I come to an incredibly acclaimed film and find that there's some other version that people tend to like more. Like, if this is called one of the greatest films of all-time, are people praising the actual theatrical release or the expanded television mini-series? Ditto for, say, The Magnificent Ambersons. Every film buff knows that Welles didn't get the ending he wanted, and every film buff will tell you they think Welles's ending would've been better, yet this is still called one of the greatest films of all-time. Are people praising the movie as it exists, or praising the legend of the lost ending as well as cutting the film some slack for not being as good as it could've been?

  • 19. His Girl Friday (1940) (watched again)
  • Pretty much any review of this film you'll read will talk about the manic energy bursting out of every frame of this film. It may also mention that the script was incredibly long for a 90-minute film, or that it was one of the first times that actors were allowed to talk over each others' lines in a film (a style that Robert Altman took and ran with). Interestingly, this trait adds a more realistic quality to film that is in other ways very histrionic. At the time, film was still relatively new, and directors were still exploring with the ways it could be different from theater. Here was Howard Hawks getting rid of all structure of dialogue to create his chaotic, comedic vision, at the same time as his actors are still rather theatrical. When Cary Grant is at his most bombastic, though, Russell moans, "Stop acting." Perhaps the audience felt the same way.

  • In any case, I realized that before this film, I hadn't seen a Cary Grant film in almost two years, perhaps because I had already seen most of his great films long ago. Still, I decided this was unacceptable; hopefully I'll get to rewatch another Grant film soon.

  • 20. The Flight of the Conchords: Season 1 (2007)
  • At times this show gives me some of the biggest laughs I've had from TV in a long while. Other times it largely produces groaners. The end result is a largely hilarious but pretty uneven show. For me the show is best when the plot is kept fairly simple rather than delving into race wars involving jokes about New Zealand stereotypes that few Americans would get, or into sitcommy plots like in The Actor (that episode does, I admit, have some clever twists on the normal sitcom plot). For me, the best part of this show is just the deadpan delivery in episodes like Mugged and pretty much any time the guys are proving how oblivious they are to the dating world; I prefer it when the characters maintain a certain innocence rather than veering towards more realistic but cruel turns (e.g., Murray in What Goes on Tour or The Actor). Take the episode Bowie, for example: there are tons of hilarious moments about the process of deciding whether to take a new band photo and then actually taking one, as well as how they deal with Bret's self-esteem issues, but the scenes that deal with the actual plot (the Bowie visions and the greeting card meeting) don't work nearly as well.

  • I know multiple people who swear by the songs but aren't thrilled with the show, but for me, the songs are just as uneven, I must confess. There are some hysterical ones such as "A Kiss Is Not a Contract," "Robots," and "Hiphop-potamus vs. Rhymenoceros," but other clunkers like "Mutha'uckers" which is basically a one-joke song about censored rap lyrics and "Albi the Racist Dragon" which is weird and silly without being particularly clever.

  • Don't think I'm hating on this show though, because I really did enjoy most of it. It would generally give me at least one really huge fit of laughter per episode, and sometimes quite a few, which more than made up for the groans.

  • Jemaine: I think I know where I went wrong last night.
  • Bret: Yeah?
  • Jemaine: Yeah, Sally wanted to leave when you turned the light on. I think she found it weird - the whole thing with you there with the - with the light on.
  • Bret: Yeah, I think it might also be because she and I used to go out.
  • Jemaine: Yeah. It's 'cause you and her used to go out, but also because of the thing with the light. She's thinking, "Oh this is a nice situation." But then, "Ugh, who- who turned on the light?
  • Bret: Yeah. Yeah, maybe. But I think it's mainly because her and I used to go out... for like six months.
  • Jemaine: Yeah, well- yeah, it's mainly because you used to go out, but also mainly because of the whole situation with the light.

  • 21. Notorious (1946) (watched again)
  • Hitchcock loved misdirecting audiences with a MacGuffin, but of all the spy thrillers in his canon, this is the one where the entire spy plot pretty much serves as the MacGuffin, a device used to set up the many tense situations that these characters find themselves. It's probably Hitchcock's most emotionally complex film. I was going to explain the intricate situations of the film to give you some taste of its brilliance if you haven't seen it, but I don't want to spoil a single moment, because watching things unfold is really fascinating. Not usually ranked on the same tier as films like Psycho or Vertigo, Notorious is actually far better than those films.

  • 22. The Conformist (1970)
  • I once took a screenwriting class where the lecturer, in talking about directors, basically said that a director's job is to move the camera so seamlessly that no one notices the camera movements, they just notice the story being told. That lecturer would not like this movie. You've heard of the "camera eye" philosophy or the "camera pen" philosophy? This is the "camera as drunk sorority girl who craves attention" movement, a camera that just screams out "Look at me! Look at me!" Luckily, unlike the drunk sorority girl, this camera is showing us something worth looking at. Every frame is bursting with vibrant colors, superb visual composition, and fascinating symbolism. It's an Italian neo-realistic story set in a world of expressionistic sets. It's a bit overwhelming, and yeah, I doubt I fully appreciated everything this film has to offer on my first viewing, but make no mistake: it's a brilliant movie, rich with ideas in every scene. It could have turned out an overblown mess, but somehow it totally works, and it made me want to watch it again.

  • 23. The Public Enemy (1931)
  • One in a series of early hard-boiled gangster films that probably influenced Scorsese's early work. It's a pulpy slice of thug life that is like a rudimentary version of some more artistically interesting crime classics, particularly White Heat. I must admit the closing shot is pretty brilliant though. Aside from that and a pre-code blatantly homosexual character, The Public Enemy is pretty much what I had expected, but that doesn't mean I didn't like it a lot. The child acting is horrendous, but I expected that too. And I gotta say, Schemer Burns might be the corniest gangster nickname I've ever heard. O Scarface, where art thou?

  • 24. Frisky Dingo: Season One (2006-2007)
  • A friend of mine recommended this to me, and the first episode nearly scared me away. It seemed in the vein of so many comedic movies and TV shows that find it funny to remind us that every plan must have had hours of mundane conversation behind it. I sorta blame Pulp Fiction for this philosophy, although Family Guy popularized this specific style of humor that is often humorless. Anyway, the show thankfully picked up a few episodes in, especially when it focused more on Xander Crews, a hilarious Batman parody who is more interested in shallow pursuits than saving lives. The show later becomes pretty damn weird, but I enjoyed it throughout, as it is fairly clever and has a good plot arc. The animation is horrible, but they obviously didn't spend much money on it, and with that, I think they've put together a funny show.

  • 25. The Dark Knight (2008)
  • So many bold claims have been made about this film, that I think I'd like to address whether or not I agree with them right off the bat. Best superhero film ever? Yes, although I admit that's not my favorite genre. Best film of 2008 so far? No, I think I still prefer WALL•E, but it's close. Heath Ledger deserves an Oscar nomination? I'd have to see the rest of the year's films, but I'd say he looks like a strong contender. The film is overly dark and murky? No, the film's darkness is appropriate, and it never gets bogged down; there is a good deal of humor and fun action. The film loses steam when Heath Ledger leaves the screen? No, I loved Aaron Eckhart almost as much, plus Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman, and Michael Caine get some fantastic moments. The film is the third-best film of all-time, where it currently stands at the IMDB? No, don't be silly.

  • Most of my favorite superhero films focus on larger issues that the superheroes face (such as X2, which had the mutants dealing with prejudice and governmental forces) or focus on exploring the psyches of its characters (such as Batman Begins). The Dark Knight does both, and it does both extraordinarily well. We get a fascinating look at the demons and obsessions behind Batman and the film's villains and an exploration of the parallels between Batman and the Joker as well as Batman and Two-Face. In addition, we get a broad look at the politics and mythology of Gotham City, and the film actually really makes us care about how Gotham deals with these issues. How a film could make me care about the welfare of a gothic city's inhabitants as they deal with the political pressures of bizarre, crazed supervillains is beyond me, but it just works. All this would probably be for naught if the movie weren't so damn awesome, though. I was pretty tired at this midnight showing, but I sat open-mouthed, eyes peeled, and gripping the armrests the entire way through the film, and I never cracked a yawn.

  • The film has a small flaw, and that's that Christian Bale's Batman voice just sounds silly. He really needs to work on that, which amounts to a minor chink in the armor of the best non-Pixar summer blockbuster of the decade. My friend also had this comment on the film's ending, which didn't bother me at all, but I found it funny so I will post it here (major spoilers):
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    "I liked the closing monologue, but is that really the only plan they could come up with? Blame it on Batman? Couldn't they have attributed those deaths to, I don't know, the twisted psychopath who has proven time and again that he's capable of pulling off massively complicated schemes to destroy the city and its residents?"


  • By the way, I can't profess to a full knowledge of the situation, but I really do think that this movie killed Heath Ledger. The IMDB trivia section talks about how he stayed in a hotel room for a month without seeing anyone else just trying to get into the Joker's character, keeping a journal of his every thought as the Joker. He died of an accidental overdose of drugs trying to combat depression, anxiety, and insomnia. For a method actor to play one of the most twisted, vicious psychopaths in film history... yeah, that'll fuck you up.

  • 26. Spartacus (1960)
  • Part 7 in my epic quest to see more epics. Most of the epics I've watched recently feature main characters who are tragic figures, driven by their excesses to self-destruction. Spartacus, however, is different because he generally seems like a sensitive, good-natured guy, albeit one who wants to rebel against his oppressors. Ironically, this feature that contributes a moderate amount of uniqueness also makes the film less interesting. I could go for some more character development all around. Why does Spartacus rebel? What does freedom mean to him? This is never really explored. In fact, a lot of this film takes place largely on the surface, which is odd for Kubrick. The visuals are gorgeous, but that's pretty standard for epics, and it all amounts to a good film, but one that feels a bit pedestrian and shallow. The only character I really found interesting was Gracchus, and that might be just because I love Charles Laughton.

  • 27. Videodrome (1983)
  • I was in the mood for a mindfuck of a film, and that's certainly what I got here. The film is an allegory for society's relationship with and sensitivity to media, disguised as a bizarre shock-horror film where James Woods starts developing a VCR/vagina on his stomach. Some of the special effects seem pretty silly today, which sort of takes you out of the film, and some elements don't really seem as meaningful as the rest of the story, but this is still a fascinating, entertaining film, a rare horror film that actually really intrigued me.

  • 28. Tell No One (2006)
  • I am really baffled as to why this film has a whopping 92% at Rotten Tomatoes. Not that it's a bad film, but it isn't a particularly good film either. My guess is many critics saw that it was a French film and French = good, plus they noted that the movie has so many characters that it's hard to follow and didn't want to seem like they were too dumb to understand it. The film is half-decent, but it's convoluted to an absurd degree, has too many characters, and goes for emotional payoffs that it has not really earned. Furthermore, there's no great artistry to make up for these facts; the direction is fairly bland. That leaves you with a film with a good premise, a number of interesting scenes, and some good acting, but one that is highly overrated in the States.

  • 29. Bad Day at Black Rock (1955)
  • I actually found this one a little disappointing too, although part of that is surely due to my time and place. When the movie was first released, surely not everyone knew what the film was about, so they might have found the set-up suspenseful and spellbinding. Today, if you're heard anyone talk about this film, you'll probably be able to figure out the mystery right away. It's kind of like how the advertising for Million Dollar Baby disguised what the film was really about, since it would spoil the ending, but all the talk about the film pretty much revealed that while the film was still in general release. Except Bad Day at Black Rock largely hinges on its mystery, because the characters and visuals aren't really interesting enough to save it, and so now all that set-up is pretty freakin' boring. It gets better once the secrets are largely out, and I did get to see Spencer Tracy do something incredibly badass at the end, so the movie's not a total wash.

  • 30. Sweet Smell of Success (1957) (watched again)
  • I loved this film a lot more than the first time I watched it. I see that in my first review I said the first half was boring. Not true! This time around, the dialogue kept me fascinated even where there's less of a story. The dialogue in this movie is stylized, so it's probably not for everyone, but the atmosphere it creates totally works for me, and so it cuts like a machete. This is probably one of the most clever scripts of its era, and that cleverness makes the movie infinitely watchable even when things look bleak for the characters. Not that I mean to undersell the direction or the acting, mind you, which also contribute to make this a terrific film.

  • 31. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) (watched again)
  • This is probably my third or fourth time watching this movie, and I keep finding that I appreciate more and more of it as I get older. Probably the best absurd, satirical comedy ever made, although Kubrick made so many amazing films that I'm questioning whether I should call this one his best work anymore... I'll have to think on it.

  • 32. Witness for the Prosecution (1957) (watched again)
  • Screw The Usual Suspects and The Sixth Sense; if you want to see a movie with truly amazing plot twists, look no further than this courtroom drama based on a play by Agatha Christie. The story of this film is so fascinating that I remembered virtually every element from the first time I saw it, which allowed me to pay more attention to the subtleties of its performances, particularly Charles Laughton in the pre-courtroom scenes. The dialogue really is terrific, and the actors make it sparkle. This film rarely gets the respect it deserves, so I'll say here now that I think this is among the greatest films ever made.

  • 33. All the King's Men (1949)
  • Some Best Pictures from this era don't really hold up today, but this film feels still feels surprisingly fresh. It's a terrific film about a politician who starts off as a man of the people but soon becomes corrupted by the political system. I think what's particularly interesting about this film is the fact that Willie Stark's motives always seem to stay on the side of populism. Sure, his megalomania is a driving factor too, but I got the sense that Stark still believed that everything he did was for the good of the people he represented, and if he had to make crooked deals or step all over other people to stay in power, then so be it, because that's what's best for his constituents. All this is hit home by a masterful performance by Broderick Crawford, but that's not to undermine the many other great performances here, such as John Ireland, Mercedes McCambridge, and Shepperd Strudwick. Well done all around.

  • 34. Pineapple Express (2008)
  • A bit of a diversion for Rogen and Apatow. Although their films tend to be infused with a good portion of deep, touching character moments, this film has less of that than even Superbad. As a stoner film/buddy comedy/action film, it may seem more conventional than their past films, but in reality, I think the way these genres bounce off each other actually add new hilarity to these situations. For example, there are times when being high prevents these characters from being functional, but just as frequently, the paranoia results from pot gives the characters good ideas that sober characters wouldn't have thought of. I found it hilarious that what seem like the harebrained ramblings of stoners actually sometimes turn out to save their lives.

  • Other times the film subverts the conventions of its genres, such as the car chase scene, which may be the funniest car chase in film history.

  • One way or another, this film is damn funny. Let's be fair, it does have its touching moments, but these are played more for laughs, and less to exist in and of themselves, than in past Apatow films. I'm honestly okay with that as long as the film is as funny as Pineapple Express. Some critics have said you won't enjoy this film unless you're high. I have never been high, and I still enjoyed it, so I think all you really need is an open mind.

  • One final word: I never realized how friggin' hilarious Ed Begley Jr. is. The man has a small part that could have been boring, but he takes dialogue that isn't intrinsically funny and makes every word he says a laugh riot.

  • 35. All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)
  • Part 8 in my epic journey to become more familiar with epic films. You may see this as a cop-out since a big part of this series so far has been watching films that are at least three hours long, and this one is a mere 130 minutes. However, the American Film Institute recently called this the 7th-greatest epic in American film history, and if it's good enough for the AFI, it's good enough for me.

  • It seems easy to call this film dated due to the older, more theatrical style of acting on display here, but because the film seems more intent on portraying Germany as a country at war than following individuals' personal emotions, it didn't really bother me here. It actually perhaps felt more appropriate to have everything become so larger than life. I'm normally fairly bored by combat scenes in war films, especially older war films, but here they were really quite gripping, partially due to Lewis Milestone, who is really quite adept at putting together artistically charged camera angles and shots. In fact, some of the angles here seem to have inspired first-person shooter video games, which would make them decades ahead of their time. Given how old this film is, it really should not be this good, but somehow it is more effective than most war films can even dream of being.

  • 36. Looney Tunes Golden Collection: Volume One (1940-1959)
  • I continue to attempt to recapture my childhood, to great success with this wonderful box set. It's structured better than Volume Two (my first introduction to the Golden Collection), which had two discs dedicated to fairly formulaic character teams (Tweety/Sylvester and Roadrunner/Coyote), which are very enjoyable in smaller doses, but the collections made me feel like I was watching the same stuff over and over again. The discs on this set are dedicated to less formulaic characters like Bugs, Daffy, and Porky, and the last two discs are just a general "Looney Tunes All Stars" sampling, which is less organized but ultimately the best way to view these cartoons. Variety is the spice of life. The selection here ranged from cartoons I've seen a million times and have loved every single time (two entries in the "Duck season! Wabbit season!" trilogy [Rabbit Seasoning and Rabbit Fire], What's Up Doc? [the Bugs Bunny biopic], Rabbit of Seville, and Duck Amuck [which is probably my favorite Warner Brothers cartoon ever]); cartoons I've seen so many times I've honestly gotten a little sick of them (Duck Dodgers, to be perfectly honest, although that is still a great cartoon); cartoons I've never liked (Tortoise Wins by a Hare [I'm not a big fan of how Bob Clampett characterized Bugs, and Cecil Turtle just makes everything worse]); cartoons I appreciated more now that I'm older (Bugs Bunny and the 3 Bears [I never realized how hilarious Mama Bear is] and For Scent-imental Reasons [I understand more of the Pepe le Pew dialogue now]); and finally, cartoons that I hardly ever remember seeing as a kid and loved discovering (Feed the Kitty, Deduce You Say, The Wearing of the Grin).

  • The best extras were probably put on this first collection; I find it fascinating to learn about the mechanics and history behind the Warner Brothers cartoon studio, and there's a lot of interesting stuff here. The commentaries, like all commentaries, are hit or miss; the historians are usually fairly interesting, although the recordings of the old directors are in pretty poor quality, and it's hard to understand them. I sorta wish the historians had just read transcripts. Much as I love Stan Freberg, his commentaries are pure drivel.

  • Anyway. Overall I had a lot of fun here. In terms of sheer cartoon quality and special feature quality, this is the set to get. The later sets are for people who want to dive deeper into WB cartoon history.

  • 37. Tropic Thunder (2008)
  • Some critics are calling this the best comedy of the summer, but I definitely preferred Pineapple Express. At times Tropic Thunder plays as a very clever satire of Hollywood movies and mechanisms; other times, it seems just as stupid as the films it is satirizing. Sadly, I think the film plays its cards too early, as the biggest laughs are in the first ten minutes (the Access Hollywood bit was great, and the Stiller/Downey scene is pretty funny, but the trailers are pure gold). The film had a lot of potential, but I think the characters might all be too one-note to be truly funny. Robert Downey Jr. is amusing, but more could have been done with his character; Ben Stiller has some great moments, but his good joke to bad joke ratio is too low; and sadly, Jack Black's is even lower. He is pretty depressingly unfunny throughout this movie, and he really only has one or two good lines. No matter, though, because Tom Cruise gets off worse; his "Low" scene is painfully, groan-inducingly unfunny and then they reuse that joke ad infinitum later on. Strangely, I think some of the best parts of this movie might be Nick Nolte, who is actually hilarious; Brandon T. Jackson, who might be the most engaging character in the film; and some of the action movie plot developments, which generate some good laughs.

  • I dunno, though. Am I so used to seeing Apatow/Rogen comedies with humor that makes some semblance of sense, that I've become immune to the ridiculous antics of Jack Black? It is a possibility. I laughed at Tropic Thunder, but probably not enough to rank it above a middle tier.

  • 38. Fido (2006)
  • I don't normally do plot summaries here, but seeing as this played in only six screens in the United States, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of it. So this is a film about a world where a cloud of radiation turns all dead bodies into zombies; a company called Zomcon that invents an obedience collar for the zombies that allows people to have zombies as servants; and a young boy who develops a kinship with his new subservient zombie, whom he names "Fido." All this is set against a backdrop of stereotypically 1950s America (yes, the parents sleep in separate beds). For me, this whole shebang makes for a hilarious dark comedy, with many original twists on traditional zombie films that are both funny and thoughtful. This isn't a brainless horror film, but one that actually asks questions about what a zombie's existence is like. Is a zombie living or dead? How similar is a zombie to the living being he/she mutated from?

  • Despite having a few well-known actors like Carrie-Anne Moss, Billy Connolly, and Dylan Baker, this film barely played in North America. I'm not quite sure why, but I highly recommend this clever film.

  • 39. Homicide: Life on the Street: The Complete Seasons 1 & 2 (1993-1994)
  • Along with The Wire, I've also been watching that other cop show about Baltimore this summer, and this is also a masterpiece of television. I was going to write here how Homicide relies even less on plot twists than The Wire, placing all the weight on its drama to be compelling, but one of the last episodes, "A Many Splendored Thing," has a mystery plot that is structured more like a whodunit more reminiscent of a Veronica Mars episode. And I guess that's the thing about Homicide, is that structure-wise, it never does the same thing twice. Some episodes feature self-contained mysteries that follow the rule that the criminal isn't the first or second person you expect, but might be the third or fourth. Some episodes feature mysteries where the criminal is indeed the first person you expect, which is probably more realistic in the end. Some episodes feature plots that are part of multi-episode arcs that follow larger cases to their conclusion (or to open-ended ambiguity). Some episodes feature smaller arcs, that get resolved in two episodes and are not really mentioned again. And still other episodes feature pure drama, dispensing with traditional detective plots to display some of the best acting the small screen has ever seen. In this way, Homicide is messy and unpredictable, just like the actual task of working as a homicide detective, and it is captivating because it never establishes a formula, so the viewer never knows what may happen. It's a brilliant series, surely one of the most well-made shows ever to grace the boob tube.

  • 40. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946)
  • The obvious comparison here is Double Indemnity, since for a while the two seem to have very similar plots. About halfway through, however, the film takes a different direction and becomes more of a crime procedural, establishing a unique storyline which is interesting in its own right. It's a bit less artistically ambitious than Double Indemnity and other film-noirs, focusing more on plot than characters or dialogue, but I would forgive that if the ending were better; unfortunately, it's kinda lame. This is a terrific film for the most part, though, and it weaves a very interesting tale.

  • 41. Doctor Zhivago (1965)
  • Part 9 in the epic tale of how AJ watched a lot of epic movies, and I must say this is one of the low points on my quest. It suffers from the same problem I mentioned about Spartacus above - not nearly enough character development - except this problem is even more glaring here. I yearned for the moments when Rod Steiger or Tom Courtenay were onscreen, because the movie was kind enough to allow these actors to play characters that actually had character traits. Unfortunately, the main Lara/Zhivago romance that seems like it should be the centerpiece of the film, indeed seems like the whole reason the story is being told, is incredibly underdeveloped. Wikipedia says that Omar Sharif joked that the reason for the framing device was to assure viewers that Lara and Zhivago would actually end up together... but how is this a joke? Considering the two characters spend maybe ten minutes interacting with each other in the first two hours and forty-five minutes of the film, I would have had no idea that this relationship was even all that important if not for the framing device. I can see why Zhivago's true devotions are for Lara, though, as the two of them have only the second-most-boring relationship in the film, with Zhivago and Tonya's relationship being the ultimate winner (or loser).

  • David Lean is still a great visual stylist, and not only does he do a great job with the landscapes, he also works wonders with color and shadows throughout the film. I personally loved how the blue iodine was at striking odds with the scenery in Lara's earth-toned house at the beginning. But in the past, his style has supported one of the most fascinatingly complex characters ever to grace the big screen (in Lawrence of Arabia) and one of the greatest war stories ever, which was also rife with compelling character relationships (Bridge on the River Kwai). Here, there's not much substance for the style to complement. Not much at all.

  • 42. The Twilight Samurai (2002)
  • Despite how much Jim and lbangs praised this film, I still had my doubts, thinking I might like the artistry of the film but wouldn't find it engaging. Not true in the slightest. It's a quiet drama, but one that totally hooked me in. This melancholy tale of a washed-up samurai whose life has been crumbling around him, set against a backdrop of similarly crumbling feudal Japan, is like no samurai film I've ever seen, and though Kurosawa is one of my favorite directors, I mean that as a big, big compliment. The film just consistently goes in directions that one doesn't expect, and it does everything with really great, fascinating characters. The end result is a truly terrific film.

  • 43. Vicky Christina Barcelona (2008)
  • Having taken a Woody Allen class last semester, this film felt fairly familiar to me. I think one theme that he touches on throughout his career (notably in Annie Hall, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Husbands and Wives, and Sweet and Lowdown) is the idea of someone choosing between a stable romance and someone with a great deal of flash and pizazz, whether the attraction to the latter person is based on something deeper or just based on a superficial sex appeal. I think it's interesting to see how this decision plays out in Allen's different films over the course of his career; could it represent what his feelings are on romance and panache at the time when he makes each film? In any case, this is a good film, but not the most interesting way he's touched on this theme. It may have worked better without the lame narration that doesn't tell us anything that we don't already know. At times Allen seems like he wants to make a more sexually charged film, but has forsaken that in order to keep the PG-13 rating. Ah, well, this still had some nice surprises in it for me, such as discovering the gorgeous Rebecca Hall; seeing Javier Bardem be charming rather than creepy; watching the great Patricia Clarkson add a deeper layer to the dynamic of the film's four young lovers; and watching Penelope Cruz, who proves what a talented actress she is. I would say more about Cruz, but I don't want to make Scarlett Johansson jealous. She should know, though, that she's the only girl for me.

  • 44. Rio Bravo (1959)
  • If you don’t like pseudo-intellectual reviews where I analyze a particular film’s acclaim, you may want to skip over this one, because the trends for Rio Bravo fascinate me. It’s a film that has garnered a huge amount of international acclaim. Theyshootpictures.com, a site that has generated a list of the most respected films based on opinions of critics worldwide, ranks it as the 58th-greatest films of all-time. That makes it the third-highest-ranked Western after Ford’s The Searchers and Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch (and it’s nearly tied with the Peckinpah film), so that makes it higher than Red River, McCabe and Mrs. Miller, Unforgiven, High Noon, every Sergio Leone film, and every other John Ford film. As a basis for comparison, that is also higher than The Mirror, Nashville, Metropolis, All About Eve, and plenty of other films that exhibit great drama and innovative filmmaking.

  • At the same time, Rio Bravo isn’t generating this high rank from American critics. On the contrary, it has never made any of the AFI’s lists (not even their top 10 Westerns), nor has it made Tim Dirks’s list of the top 300 most highly esteemed American films on filmsite.org. It’s not one of Roger Ebert’s Great Movies, it’s not on Leonard Maltin’s top 100, and it wasn’t even nominated for any Oscars. Sure, few American critics think it’s a bad film, but it really seems like the foreign critics that are praising Rio Bravo enough to make it up there with the 100 greatest films of all-time.

  • Viewing the film made these figures just completely mind-boggling. I think of foreign critics as generally having a more avant-garde taste than American critics, with American critics generally more likely to praise great entertainment like the Star Wars trilogy, musicals like West Side Story and The Wizard of Oz, and Spielberg’s pre-Schindler movies as masterpieces of film, and with foreign critics tending to favor more intellectual fare. But Rio Bravo was in fact made as a reaction against Westerns like High Noon that ignored traditional Western conceptions of heroes and villains to portray a town too cowardly to aid the local sheriff who is reduced to begging for help. Indeed, John Wayne and Howard Hawks were so dismayed by these subversive Westerns that they created a film that reveled in our typical ideas of right vs. wrong, one that was deliberately conventional in its portrayal of American heroism triumphing over villainy. How could a film intended as a reaction against more realistic, darker undertones that were creeping into Westerns be so internationally acclaimed? How could such a simple, entertaining, patriotic film about good and bad be so well-loved by foreign critics yet largely ignored by American critics?

  • My theory is that Rio Bravo is the culmination of everything that people love about early Hollywood. It takes all of the best things about thirties and forties films and sums them up in one film that does nothing new but does everything near-perfectly. It basically combines three of the best genres of the early decades of American sound pictures – Howard Hawks screwball comedies, John Wayne Westerns, and musicals – and combines them into one film, along with glorious Technicolor illuminating sweeping vistas shot in wide angles. It not only has heroes and villains poised against each other in classic Western format, it also has comic characters who even during the climactic shootout are still cracking jokes amongst each other, and it has a few musical sequences that, while not nearly as extravagant, still hearken back to the extremely fun MGM musicals of the thirties and forties. All of this fosters a certain carefree spirit that penetrates so much classic American entertainment. Foreign critics love it because, like Singin’ in the Rain (one of the films most beloved by American critics and foreign critics alike), it is the essence of Hollywood. It is fundamentally and quintessentially American.

  • American critics are not quite as fond of it, though, because even they realize that by this point in American film history, this stuff has been done. Placed in the proper historical context, they’re willing to accept the simple patriotism of a film like Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, the lavish extravagance of The Wizard of Oz, the straightforward escapades of The Adventures of Robin Hood, and the ridiculous character humor of Bringing Up Baby, but by the late 50s and beyond, they tend to be more interested in films that try different things. They praise darker films like The Searchers and Vertigo, or entertaining films that also have innovative special effects like Star Wars, or better yet, films that subvert all of the things I talked about in the last paragraph, like Bonnie and Clyde and The Wild Bunch. In a way, they’re afraid to support what Rio Bravo represented – a dying brand of optimism in the face of things like McCarthyism and the Vietnam War. Foreigners praised The Searchers too, of course, but they also saw the good in a film that was such top-notch entertainment, it represented what it meant to be an American movie even more perfectly than those musicals, comedies, and Westerns from the thirties.

  • That, anyway, is my theory. My other theory is that after graduating, I clearly miss writing essays. It’s a good thing not every film inspires me as much as Rio Bravo, or I’d have no free time, and about 200 “Damn” lists by now. Yeesh.

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The title is a parody of the 15th James Bond film The Living Daylights, with an attempt to transpose those lights to a TV screen (which is how I watch most of these films). It's a little awkward, but so are most of my titles.

Comments are always welcome, always have been, and always will be.

In trying to recover a kablooified hard drive I've found a lot of stuff I'd forgotten ever having. This includes one-page response papers for a film class I was in... and some papers longer than a single page.

I love Hitchcock's The 39 Steps. I didn't when I first saw it. In fact I actively disliked it. I now see that I was wrong. Again.

I'm not a big fan of the "repeated viewing, listening or reading will convince you of the greatness of this work of art" philosophy. In fact, I actively dislike it. If someone cannot see greatness then it should be explained to her. If she still can't see it there is no reason, outside of resentment and sadism, to ask her to bang her head against the wall until the epiphany comes. If the greatness of the work cannot be explained then perhaps it isn't that great after all.

In the spirit of trying to explain the greatness (that I see) in The 39 Steps I offer up something I wrote years ago. It's a little messy but hopefully it hangs together. It was written as a midterm paper for a film class I was in. The assignment was to write 5-7 pages. I wrote eighteen. Don't worry, it only seems like a dozen.

If you'd like, please do give it a go. It's all about sex... you can stop at any time.39 Steps to a Happy Marriage
Hitchcock's film as a bachelor's journey to marriage

In 1935 Alfred Hitchcock directed the film The 39 Steps, his follow-up to the very successful The Man Who Knew Too Much for Gaumont-British Picture Corporation. Based upon the 1915 John Buchan novel of the same name and adapted with the help of Charles Bennett it is, on the surface, a story of espionage and murder with a man chased by both police and spies. In truth it functions as an allegory for the main character’s voyage from bachelorship to marriage. It is a displaced spy story of a film about Richard Hannay who starts the film as an unattached man with no responsibilities and ends it as one who has consummated a duty, found new surety and acquired a partner.

The success that he found with The 39 Steps placed Hitchcock “on the international map… bringing him to the attention of [Hollywood] producer David O. Selznick…. [and] gave Hitchcock an enormous amount of power in the small British film industry pond.” (Auiler 454-455) Hitchcock would remember the lessons of this early achievement well. With its concern for male-female relations, its view of marriage as a trap, an unjustly accused man and the introduction of a beautiful, emotionally distant blonde it lays out themes that would become familiar in Hitchcock’s work. The 39 Steps forms the palette and template that Alfred Hitchcock would use for the remainder of his brilliant career.

This retelling of a spy story can be said to be the first example of a “successful ‘Hitchcockian’ film, the one which brought together for the first time… dramatic elements for which Hitchcock became justly famous: the innocent man pursued by both police and criminals [and the] Hitchcockian blonde who educates the hero in the ethics of sexuality” (Silet 109). This would serve him well in later pictures that used the theme of the Accused Innocent Man such as Young and Innocent, Saboteur, Strangers On A Train, To Catch A Thief and North by Northwest and those that used the device of a Story About Espionage which include Sabotage, Notorious, Torn Curtain and both versions of The Man Who Knew Too Much(Wood 241).

. . . .

The innocent man in this case is Richard Hannay (Robert Donat) who initially appears to be none too virtuous. The first scene closes with him agreeing to take a strange woman, Annabella Smith (Lucie Mannheim), back to his apartment for the night. “Today’s audiences may have difficulty in grasping that, say, Richard Hannay (in The 39 Steps) is to be regarded as ‘guilty’ because he anticipated a night of ‘illicit’ sex.” [emphasis added] This is an “apprehension [that] is crucial to a reading of the film’s narrative progress” (Wood 241-242). There are even suggestions in the next scene that Hannay believes that she may be a prostitute.

Even prior to this the theme of marriage exists in the first scene as an undercurrent to the stage presentation of Mr. Memory (Wylie Watson.) In his act, based upon the real life performances of the turn of the century mnemotist Datas, Mr. Memory (Jay 101) solicits questions from the audience that he will answer. The first question is from a woman who shouts, “Where’s my old man been since last Saturday?” The queries keep returning to marital subjects including “How old is my wife?” For the question of who was the last British Heavyweight Champion men in the audience respond with “Henry the VIII!” (he of the six wives) and “My old woman!”

Two questions stand out in this music hall scene and are asked twice. Hannay asks the length of a trip in Canada while a man in the company of his wife asks, “What causes pip in poultry.” This last question is repeated a third time for comic affect during the audience commotion. Hitchcock’s father was a poultry grocer so there is added weight to the wife’s admonition “don’t be so common.” This, in combination with the fact that Mr. Memory’s brain is destined for the British Museum, indicates a desire for the more respectable life of the Victorian middle class on the part of the director and his characters.

After Hannay has decided to take her home for the evening, the female stranger tells him that her name is “Smith?” an obvious fabrication. When prompted to guess her occupation Hannay uses a euphemism for prostitute (or lady of the evening.) “Actress?” Annabella Smith responds, “Not in the way that you mean.” He next ventures “Chorus?” which is immediately dismissed but echoes of that guess will reverberate in the movie’s final scene. She is, in truth, a prostitute and sells her services “to any country that pays me.” It is at this exact moment that Hitchcock displaces the sexual dynamic of the plot into what Hannay says, “sounds like a spy story.” One could “say that, with the death of Annabella Smith/Lucie Mannhien, the sexual theme introduced in the film’s opening section is deflected on to, disguised as, the espionage plot.” (Wood 275) For the remainder of the film The 39 Steps tells its sexual/romantic story through an analogous tale of espionage.

. . . .

Hannay has told Annabella Smith that she “is welcome to my bed” and he is awoken by her moments before her death. This is not the last time that Hannay will wake up in the company of a woman that he has recently met. Every such awakening spurs Hannay into further action as well as further development of his character. It is now that he is forced to face his own marital status as he tries to sneak out of his own apartment. He meets the milkman in the vestibule and tries to tell him the “truth” of his situation. The milkman doesn’t believe a word of the recently introduced spy story. When Hannay asks if he is married, the milkman responds with “Don’t rub it in.” (The role of the milkman was played by Frederick Piper who had previously played a policeman in Hitchcock’s The Man Who Knew Too Much who threatened a fellow policeman at the end of the film with “I’ll tell your Missus about you!”) (Barr 151) Hannay then confesses to being a bachelor, claims that he has been having an affair with a married woman and that he fears capture by a vengeful husband and brother. This explanation is accepted instantly and Hannay makes the first of several purchases of his freedom and flees in the guise of a prototypical serial philanderer, the milkman. The association of money with escape also brings it into a relationship with sex and marriage

Hitchcock puts Hannay into two more situations where he assumes a false identity and pays money to someone who is confused as to his relationship with marriage. The second occurrence is when the crofter (John Laurie), who believes that his wife and Hannay are having an affair, is paid to send the police away. The final time is when Hannay rents a room at an inn from a husband and wife who think that Hannay and Pamela are an eloping couple that are pretending that they are married. In order to continue his flight/pursuit of the truth Hannay must purchase his freedom even as he misrepresents his marital situation.

Having decided to find out what Annabella Smith meant when she told her story. Hannay travels to Scotland by train. He is seated, asleep, in a compartment with a man of the cloth and two talkative salesmen, one of whom sells women’s undergarments. The display of an old-fashioned corset elicits the reaction, “Brrr! My wife” from the other salesman and glowers from the clergyman. This cold example of marriage contrasts with the warmth that Hannay and Pamela would find later in the movie at the inn. Hannay awakens when the reverend, a symbol of societal morals and commitment, exits the compartment. Hannay then learns that Annabella’s body has been found and that he is presumed to be the murderer. The world is now under the misapprehension that Richard Hannay is a literal lady-killer.

. . . .

While still on the train Hannay tries to avoid the police by ducking into another compartment whose sole occupant is a young blonde woman, Pamela. To hide himself he grabs her in a close embrace and kisses her. The spinster’s glasses, which Pamela removed upon Hannay’s entrance into the compartment, are knocked from her grasp and never seen again. As their faces press together Pamela’s eye goes wide with fright; it is an image that Hitchcock would use in later movies. When they are initially mistaken for a genuine couple, a passing policeman comments, “Somebody’s getting a free meal in there.” It is just one of several meals that Hannay shares with the women he encounters throughout the film. He has prepared haddock for Annabella and he will have herring with Margaret (Peggy Ashcroft), the crofter’s wife and will later split a sandwich with Pamela. Being unable and unwilling to believe Hannay, Pamela gives him up to the police. It is only the interruption of the porter for tea service that allows Hannay to avoid certain capture when he clambers out the back door and makes his way along the outside of the train.

Hannay next makes his way to a crofter’s house and it is after going to sleep in a box bed that a woman wakes him for the second time. When Hannay tries to stay to protect Margaret from her husband she tells him to go, “it is your chance at liberty.” Hannay again flees with a brief kiss, the knowledge that Margaret believes him and the crofter’s heavy coat.

When at the Professor’s (Godfrey Tearle) house Hannay’s imminent death/capture is once again put off by a call to a meal as another woman rescues him. Hannay’s certain fate is put off this time by the Professor’s wife, Louisa Jordan (Helen Haye), who calls her husband to lunch just as Hannay is offered the revolver in order to commit suicide. The fact that the Professor and Louisa are the most “English” of all the couples in the movie (Hannay/Annabella, Crofter/Margaret, etc.) and are simultaneously complete frauds is incongruous and contrasts the goal/destination that Hannay and Pamela will be making their way towards. The Hannay/Pamela coupling should be judged within the context of the other couples inhabiting the movie.

After capturing Hannay at the convention hall the Professor’s men ostensibly drive Hannay and Pamela to a police station, until Pamela observes that the car is taking them down the wrong road. This makes Hannay realize that these men are not the police. It is Hannay and Pamela’s first mutual effort and, when he asks to see a warrant, Hannay is slapped in the face. It is then that Hannay’s whistling starts although he won’t recognize the tune until he solves the Mr. Memory conundrum in the final scene.

Hannay, who has been incompletely handcuffed by the police, is handcuffed to Pamela by the Professor’s henchmen. She has become Hannay’s literal ball and chain. In order to continue his flight towards the approval of society Hannay must take Pamela with him. As they make their way across the countryside he continues to try and convince her of his innocence. When Pamela asks, “What are you doing this all for? You can’t possibly escape. What chance do you have tied to me?” Hannay replies, “Keep that question for your husband.” (Silet 116)

When repeated attempts to convince her of his innocence fail Hannay claims that he is a violent murderer. This doesn’t appear to terrify Pamela who calls Hannay a “big bully.” “I like your pluck,” is his response. In spite of threatening her with a phallic pipe hidden in his pocket to pose as a gun, Pamela seems to be warming up to Hannay. Simple acts of kindness and courtesy, retrieving a hairpin, offering a handkerchief, seems to have an effect upon her. Nevertheless, Pamela looks terrified at the prospect of a nightgown proffered by the innkeeper’s wife (Hilda Trevelyan). Pamela is less frightened of being murdered by Hannay than by the prospect of him as a romantic interest. This is yet another sign of the displaced spy story masking the true love story.

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Once again seeking refuge from someone who misunderstands his status as a bachelor, Hannay shares a sandwich with Pamela as they literally and figuratively warm to each other in front of the fire. To cover for Pamela’s outburst of “Please, don’t go!” Hannay “confesses” to the innkeeper’s wife that they aren’t married and are, in fact, a runaway couple and a nightgown is offered to remedy Pamela’s wet clothes. Pamela refuses to remove her cold damp skirt but does remove her stockings in a sequence made even more erotic by Hannay’s chained hand tracing the length of her legs. He matter-of-factly hangs the stockings up to dry before the fire, an action that earns him his first “thank you.” Pamela’s icy demeanor is beginning to crack and Hitchcock has now managed to show us a corset, brassiere and a pair of silk stockings.

In a halfhearted attempt to make her blood run cold Hannay claims to have led a long life of crime and to have the Cornish Bluebeard (who murdered three wives, half the number done in by Henry the VIII) as a granduncle. Pamela tries to stifle a laugh at Hannay’s story and soon falls asleep in the same bed with him. She wakes before he does and is able to extract her hand from the handcuff. She then discovers that his “gun” is merely a pipe. The threat that he has posed has been hollow all along; sometimes a pipe is just a pipe but sometimes it is something else.

In fleeing the room Pamela takes the time to retrieve her stockings and starts to put them on when she is interrupted by a thump outside the door. Creeping to the balcony she hears the Professor’s Men who confirm Hannay’s story. Pamela is now convinced of Hannay’s innocence and his truthfulness concerning both the espionage veneer of the plot and his stated intentions towards her. She is now able and willing to help Hannay against both the spies and the police. She returns to their room, it is now “their room,” without contradicting the innkeeper’s wife’s characterization of the two of them as a “young couple in love.” In one of the only sequences accompanied by music Pamela gently pulls a blanket over the sleeping Hannay before lying down at the foot of the bed. However, her legs are still cold and so she stealthily reclaims the blanket. Her stockings, at least for the moment, remain off and she doesn’t seem to remember that the promised nightgown never did appear.

With this change in attitude Pamela has now accepted Hannay’s wooing. This furthers the concerns of the spy story but when one is, as Debra Fried says, “more attuned to the filmmaker’s options and to matters of genre, these concerns are the status of the love story. [emphasis added] In Hitchcock, romance and suspense tend to be linked…. The woman has to overcome her skepticism about the man - to recognize him as not a murderer - in order to fall in love with him and aid his cause.” (24) Therefore, for the first time in the film a woman allows Hannay to sleep as long as he likes and he arises to find that Pamela has camped out in the room. Upon learning all that she has overheard Hannay becomes angry and begins the rush back to London. He no longer feels any need to try and control Pamela’s actions now that she believes him and she is allowed to angrily exit the room, slamming the door behind her. Pamela is now able to act autonomously to assist Hannay in his attempt to redeem himself in the eyes of society. She is able to act alone in the very next scene as she and Hannay have become united in purpose.

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It is now Pamela’s turn to appear in front of the authorities as she tries to convince them of the “reality” of the espionage plot. She is only marginally more successful with Scotland Yard than Hannay was in his encounter with the Scottish police. The detectives of Scotland Yard also refuse to give any credence to her story. Pamela is allowed to leave but she is followed in an attempt to find Hannay. It is obvious that the police now consider them a couple even if they themselves have failed to acknowledge this fact. The figurative fiancées have pleaded their case to the civil authorities and are now able to proceed to what will be their church, the Palladium, where Mr. Memory is once again officiating.

In short order Pamela finds Hannay in the audience and the authorities find both of them. The spy story rushes headlong to its conclusion so that the narrative may return explicitly to its true subject, Hannay’s marital status. The events of the movie and its spy plot have all been concerned with Hannay’s journey to the altar in order to be joined with Pamela before the end of the movie. Everything is wrapped up quickly after Hannay’s flash of insight as to how to bring the curtain down on the espionage plot. From the “moment when Hannay exclaims ‘I’ve got it!’ [up until the last shot of the film] takes just three minutes. After nineteen shots from a variety of angles, average length six seconds” we reach the final shot. It is one where Hannay and Pamela stand before the minister in the prostrate form of Mr. Memory and “runs, with little movement, for a minute and a quarter before the final fade-out.” (Barr 160)

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Alfred Hitchcock gave The 39 Steps a symmetrical structure in which the first and last scenes are paired together and succeeding/preceding scenes are likewise connected with each other. Everything begins and ends at a theater where a performance by Mr. Memory is brought to a close by gunfire. The Palladium is a much more respectable venue than the music hall with which the movie opens and the difference is emblematic of the rise in Hannay’s status in proper society. He has left behind his days of taking home strange women found in low class entertainment venues frequented by spies and other sordid sorts of people. Hannay now meets his betrothed in front of a well-to-do crowd in the presence of witnesses and governmental authorities and under the ministrations of Mr. Memory.

The other linked scenes proceed as logically as a set of brackets. Hannay’s flight from London to Scotland to escape detention by both police and spies is made aboard a train and is mirrored by his rushed return to London to prove his innocence to the law and to ruin the Professor’s attempt at espionage. Both of Hannay’s overnight stays are with women who Hannay is able to convince of his innocence. It is notable that Margaret, the Crofter’s wife, and Pamela both get their own scene without Hannay’s presence. Again, Hannay’s development is seen when comparing this pair of scenes. In the scene at the Crofter’s cottage he is thought to be having an affair with a married woman. By the time he reaches the inn he (with Pamela’s reluctant help) is actively posing as half of an eloping couple.

Hannay makes two escapes across the Scottish landscape. The first one is from the Crofter’s cottage where the police pursue him alone. For the second escape he is handcuffed to Pamela while fleeing from the Professor’s henchmen. The dramatic device of the handcuffs enables Hannay and Pamela to not only establish a relationship but it forces them to accommodate each other and begin to work together. “Handcuffs are a device for disabling people. For Hitchcock they therefore symbolize detention in a double sense - both legal and amorous. Donat and Carroll in The 39 Steps are fused at the wrist by metal manacles and their quarrelsome courtship explains the awkward and unseemly logistics of this twinning.” (Conrad 222)

Approaching the center of Hitchcocks artifice there are two scenes in which Hannay is under the Professor’s control, both in the Professor’s sitting room and in a car with Pamela that is driven by the Professor’s henchmen. Then, in the two scenes closest to each other and to the middle of the movie, Hannay makes two speeches. The first of the speeches is made in earnest to the Chief of Police as Hannay attempts to shed himself of the espionage trappings that encumber him. Once again the truth of Hannay’s predicament is dismissed and the police try to detain him. The second speech is a complete fabrication before a political meeting. It lays out some of Hannay’s values and his hopes for the future and is received enthusiastically. Hannay has gone from striving for vindication to an attempt at spiritual/social redemption.

The structural center of this progression of scenes is exceedingly brief but telling. Hannay escapes detection by the police by posing as a marcher in a Salvation Army procession. As this scene turns so does the story. Whether Hannay is converted by this short encounter or merely set upon the road to salvation it occurs just prior to meeting Pamela again. From that time forward (with a brief exception for Pamela’s visit to Scotland Yard) the couple will become inseparable. This is done at first through the coercion of the Professor’s henchmen, then through being trapped in handcuffs to each other and finally by mutual decision and desire.

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The meticulously constructed elements of The 39 Steps all serve to tell the story of Hannay’s progress towards a state of marriage. The symmetrical arrangement of reflective scenes and the circular trip from London to Scotland and back again provide a clear view of Hannay’s evolution. The constant matrimonial subtext to the plot and the symbolism of everything from corsets to handcuffs serves to depict marriage as a trap or prison. All of this, combined with the transformation that Hannay has undergone in moving from one music hall to the other, suggests the sophisticated metamorphosis that Hannay’s character undergoes.

When one considers all of the moral strictures under which English films were made in the 1930s it becomes clear that Hitchcock has cloaked a highly sexualized story behind the façade of a spy story. Hitchcock used a variety of tricks and contrivances to realize the more erotic elements of this displaced narrative. From the very outset Hannay is able to spend the night with a succession of three different women. He does this outside the confines of wedlock. The reasons for these assignations are, in the order that they occur, to avoid murderous spies, to shelter an innocent man on the run and out of necessity in being handcuffed together. This progression of scenes and women proceeds from the most scandalous to the most domestic.

Hitchcock also manages to graphically display an entire ensemble of women’s undergarments. The metaphorical striptease proceeds from the girdle and bra belonging to the salesman on the train to Pamela’s own wet stockings, which Hannay actually holds in his hand prior to hanging them before the fire. The director is also able to show Hannay’s (handcuffed) hand travel along Pamela’s leg as she disrobes. These scenes, bordering on fetishism, push the boundaries of what would have been acceptable in mid-1930s’ British cinema.

Hitchcock’s true intent is definitively revealed in a scene that was shot for the film but was, at the last moment, cut out of the movie. It was to be the final scene and follow the figurative wedding vows exchanged during the death of Mr. Memory. The footage was of Hannay and Pamela departing the Palladium together in a taxicab. (Barr 161) This scene, coming as a coda to the rest of the precisely constructed movie, shows the the very picture of a newlywed couple being driven away from the church and their own marriage ceremony. If Hitchcock had kept the scene in it would have all but explicitly demonstrated the beginning of Hannay’s next great adventure, married life. At a minimum it is a metaphorical marriage and a consummated partnership. It is the start of a young couple’s life together; Hannay will now face the world as a happily married man.

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In the end Hitchcock decided to close the movie with a symbolic marriage and not the beginning of a honeymoon. In the chosen final scene the camera pulls back from its initial focus on the dying Mr. Memory and reveals more of the couple of Hannay and Pamela. The music, having made another notable appearance, quiets. Hannay’s former life as a carefree, untrustworthy bachelor begins to disappear before our very eyes. The chorus line fades into the background, as does Mr. Memory, as does all memory of previous chorus girls such as Annabella Smith. Hannay, handcuff still dangling from his wrist, and Pamela reach for one another’s hand in order to seal their union. Hitchcock has framed Mr. Memory, who presided over this ceremony, with a partial view of the couple’s backs and the camera focuses upon the joining of their two hands. “This image literalizes the idea that the world of the music hall (the chorus line) is now pushed to the back of the memory (though still present) and dramatizes with exemplary clarity and precision that favorite culmination of classical union, the construction of the heterosexual couple.” (Wood 282-283)

Hannay and Pamela, through their union, have foiled the Professor’s plot but in all actuality they have found true love in each other. Hannay himself has also found freedom and redemption within the bonds of this matrimony. In his travels to clear his name he has made a parallel emotional journey. Pamela, having both aided and joined in this conversion, is able to discern this and thereby assures Hannay’s success in joining proper society. It is a pattern that Hitchcock would go on to use often, “the tracking down of the real murderer, whose crime may ultimately be against an entire nation. And until the woman [Pamela, in this case] comes to this revelation, she threatens to obstruct the pursued man’s [Hannay, in this case] quest to clear himself and hence to save a larger cause than either of them, but one cannot be helped without this shift of individual emotions.” (Fried 24)

The 39 Steps has a denouement that would become typical of Hitchcock “in which the lovers join hands under the eyes of the police.” (Sterritt 49). This allows Hannay to move in a “moment from social rejection to social authorization.” (Brill 28) “Hitchcock’s [own] marriage appears to have solidified his position as a Victorian-style patriarch. This may help account for the way gender roles are represented in most of his early films.” (Cohen 69) Many of these subsequent movies would have female protagonists or love interests that would find happiness and redemption only through subsuming their career to that of the male lead. “Falsely accused man films and guilty women films exist in an intricately dialectic relationship of complementarity/opposition, a relationship that is surely the lynchpin of the entire Hitchcock oeuvre.” (Wood 243) Hitchcock, aided by his wife Alma, would return again and again to the Hannay/Pamela model for male/female dramatic (and sexual) tension.

That Hitchcock first discovers the theme of a man redeemed and made whole by a woman’s (trust and the subsuming of her own goals) in The 39 Steps is not surprising. Alfred Hitchcock was married to film editor Alma Reville in 1926, one year before he directed his first film. In 1935, the year that The 39 Steps was released, Reville helped to write the Berthold Viertel film, The Third Floor Back. With the sole exception of Richard Wallace’s It's in the Bag! (1945), it would be the last film that she worked on that was not credited to her husband. Thus Hitchcock has laid out the story of his own marriage within the displaced plot about spies and secrets. He and Hannay have left the figurative world of the lower class music hall and arrived at the respected, genteel world of the Palladium. The financial and artistic success of The 39 Steps insured that Alfred Hitchcock’s journey was literal as well as metaphoric.

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Upon its release The 39 Steps was paid this tribute: “Every film of real quality bears the unforgettable stamp of its creator. Individuality is [a] rare and precious thing. In moving pictures it is exceptionally hard to discover. When it is there, however, it usually assumes a force and a distinction unmistakably attributable to its director - and its director alone. In The 39 Steps the identity and mind of Alfred Hitchcock are continuously discernible, in fact supreme. There is no doubt that Hitchcock is a genius. He is the real star of the film.” (Carroll) It is a judgment far more astute than could have been known at the time. It was Alfred Hitchcock’s autobiography told in celluloid. It is a source that he would return to repeatedly, but never as completely as in The 39 Steps.

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I should have known better than to leave during the credits of a Pixar movie.

I'm glad that Wall-E was as daring as it was. At the same time, I wish it was more daring. It offended some people, but I was disappointed by the predictability of the love story, and the story in general.

Ah, I see. I'm generally only disappointed by predictability when I think a story actually needs unpredictability to work, such as a thriller or mystery or any story that hopes to surprise with its plot twists. Sure, any idiot can tell that the male robot and the female robot that he loves will end up together and hold hands at some point, but I think the way it happens is interesting enough without having to be unpredictable.

As for the story in general, maybe I'm dumb, but I didn't expect it to play out the way it did. When I saw WALL-E pick up the plant, I didn't think much of it, and still didn't know it would be important until Eve reacted to it. When Eve first gave the plant to the Captain, I really didn't expect the rest of the story to take place within the day. I thought he would have to talk to Shelby Forthright personally and that he would be dealing with other humans who would resist going back to earth. I didn't expect the machines to be the main antagonists or the humans to continue to be so utterly useless. Of course, these crucial plot details may not be what you were talking about when you say predictability. Do you mean it was predictable that everyone would return to earth eventually and live happily ever after? If so, again, that element didn't bother me because the movie never relied on surprising with that ending, and how it happened was interesting enough without me wondering, "Hmm, will they get back to earth, or will they all die in a massive explosion?"

It was totally unfair of me to expect profundity and experimentation in a children's movie. Several reviewers mentioned 2001 and I basically went crazy. Of course I was disappointed. Silly me.

It's a very good movie for what it is. I liked it.

But damn do I hunger for another 2001. I need Paul Thomas Anderson to make a space opera, or something.

You seem to "expect profundity and experimentation" in breakfast cereals.

As for myself, I am waiting for the Citizen Kane of Rob Schneider movies.

You've just ruined breakfast cereals for me. I'm looking at them in a new way now. Oh wait, I found one!

I need to watch each movie with a clear slate and no expectations. I loved Forgetting Sarah Marshall, despite a complete lack of profundity and experimentation. It had funny dick scenes. But had I gone in expecting 2001, that would've ruined the whole thing.

"You know that we are living in a cereal world..."

You clearly haven't seen any of these then.

I'd get upset at myself for looking to find artistic triumphs in inappropriate places if I wasn't so busy trying to find lukeprog a silver tea service with a spork.

I actually thought the film did have a decent amount of profundity, and not just for a children's movie. Plus the depiction of humanity is probably one of the most cynical yet semi-grounded looks at the future in any movie ever.

Probably not as much profundity as you were hoping for, eh?

Personally, I'm cool with there being only one 2001. :-)

Nice to see you enjoyed Flight of the Conchords - you know I agree the show's a little cruel sometimes but it's altogether very funny, even the New Zealand stereotypes. I think the show plays off the fact that almost none of its viewers know what the stereotypes are. "They all talk like robots!" "No, that's just our accents". I think the cluelessness of all three major characters is pretty funny and makes for a lot of the humor. I love how Bret and Jermaine are very mild-mannered and awkward in social situations but during the songs they're outgoing and clever. For the songs themselves I think it's best for those who HAVEN'T heard them beforehand. The songs are like half of the joke, and honestly they just seem loosely tied in to the plot but whatever. I really like the Pet Shop Boys parody "Inner City Pressure", and they fucking NAIL David Bowie on the Bowie song. Apparently Season 2 is in production so I'm excited for that!

See, I think that accents joke seems like it would be funnier for someone who's already heard jokes making fun of New Zealand stereotypes. Which I certainly haven't.

It is a damn funny show though, and I'm very glad Season 2 is in the works too. You're right that their song parodies tend to be spot-on, and I enjoy the different dynamic of the songs as well; it's like during the musical interludes they imagine themselves as the cool rock stars they ordinarily dream of being.

Do you have the soundtrack, by the way? I should get it.

Re: 36. Looney Tunes Golden Collection: Volume One (1940-1959)
"Feed the Kitty" is wonderful; Chuck Jones at his economical best. Now you have no choice but to get up off your rusty dusty and watch Monsters, Inc.. Pixar's visually quote of "Feed the Kitty" is delightful.

I could make the case that Monsters, Inc. is an hour and a half long version of "Feed the Kitty". That truly is a compliment to Pixar and the highest of compliments to Chuck Jones.

Yeah, I had little memory of the cartoon so I was surprised how much I loved it. Charmingly sweet, but with an edge that Disney shorts never had, and very funny to boot. The commentary did mention the visual quote in Monsters Inc. so I will keep an eye out when I see it (and I will see it, really!).

American critics over-rating Tell No One?

I guess I'm guilty! :)

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

:-) Well, as long as Children of Men and The Departed still outrank it. Were you going to post a review at some point?

Done. I intend (?) to start back up with my reviews. Don't bet the farm, of course, or your shoes, but we'll see...

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

That would be delightful! I always enjoy reading them, even when they're for films that work better for you than me (or vice versa).

I understand; I always enjoy reading your thoughts and reviews also!

Thanks!

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

Wow, and it's happened again. Have I been particularly cranky lately?

I dunno. Maybe I've just been in too good of a mood (which, of course, I can live with).

If it helps, I'm the only critic who found Redbelt too flawed to love, and while it actually racked up some good reviews, I hope I never have to watch Wanted again.

Doesn't help? I tried. And I'm going to see Hulk tonight, so I might be cranky tomorrow...

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

Yeah, it was more just an observation, somewhat amusing to me since my reviews tend to be mostly positive. But if these random thoughts on movies didn't subscribe to my true opinions, capricious as they may be, what kind of reviews would I have left?

Wow, you're seeing Hulk. You have a stronger stomach than I.

Exactly. Only true opinions are really worth the time anyhow.

This last round of movies has been a nice change from a disappointing streak I suffered a few weeks ago.

Yup, it is fifty cent night at the discount theater and my girlfriend has a metal-working class, so I'm running the risk I might turn green and going for it. Pray for me.

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

I've now had several people recommend Fido. I guess I should bite.

Shalom, y'all!

L. Bangs

I like your Rio Bravo review. I also like that you rewatch movies so much more often than I do.

How much schooling do you have left, AJ?

I'm really glad you liked the Rio Bravo review; for some reason, the reception of that film really inspired me to write. I'm not surprised that Tarantino's favorite film is a real pinnacle of movies as entertainment.

I thought people would be turned off by rewatches, would want me to be reviewing something new, so I'm similarly glad that you like that as well. I've lately been wanting to rewatch some movies that I didn't really get into the first time (Raging Bull, Wild Strawberries) and some that I loved but barely remember anything about (The Awful Truth, Wings of Desire), so there are some that you might see on here at some point.

I graduated in May - was that not clear in the review? If you're asking about grad school, I have taken the GREs but I haven't made any formal plans. I loved my schooling, but I'm not sure that the higher education degrees I'm interested in would be all that useful to me, in which case it's really just masturbatory education. I've thought about film school, which I think would be a lot of fun but again, not the most pragmatic decision for me to make. I've considered an MBA, but I'm leaning towards no on that one; if anything, it would be about five years down the line.

Masturbatory education is almost my whole life. I just don't pay anybody for it.

There are plenty of opportunities for a good filmmaker. Just be sure not to waste your time on much theory. Be a better technician than most students and later you will get to work on projects you care about, maybe even make an artistic masterpiece that Scaruffi hates.

Masturbatory education is great when it's free.

It really is too bad that Penn's film program was pretty theory-heavy (I minored in film). The theory classes are pretty interesting, though, so I'd really just have preferred a better balance. Maybe then I'd be more equipped to achieve my lifelong dream of creating a film that Scaruffi hates.