Monday, January 21, 2013

Top 100 Films: 90-81



90. Andrei Rublev (1966) - Andrei Tarkovsky 
Well for those of you thinking this is my first Tarkovsky film let me disappoint you by mentioning it's also my last.  Over the years my favorite Tarkovsky film has changed without one specific film standing out over the others.  However his unrelated three-peat of Andrei Rublev, Solaris, and The Mirror are my favorites.  After revisiting the other two I got to give the edge to Andrei.  An epic even by Tarkovsky standards, it's opening sequence is spellbinding.  The fact that the film is a biopic on a Russian painter might seem like an odd subject but well Tarkovsky doesn't concern himself too much with the life of Andrei so much as meditating on life all those centuries ago, where religion was new, paganism was still dominant, and making a giant bell was one labor intensive nightmare.  Few filmmakers are this philosophical, rich, varied, and mystical, Tarkovsky is a cinematic poet whose films all seem to mean something different to everyone.  For my money though, Andrei Rublev is the best of them.

89. The Grand Illusion (1937) - Jean Renoir
Jean Renoir might very well be France's greatest director.  After a few interesting and varied silent films he hit his stride in the 30s producing masterpiece after masterpiece.  For most people the culmination of his brilliance was Rules of the Game, his last French film before Nazi occupation and his subsequent exile to America.  For me though you have to go back two years to The Grand Illusion, which was the first non-American film to get a best picture nomination from the Academy Awards.  The film takes Renoir's preoccupation with humanist themes and puts them on the forefront.  For his officers World War I is a gentleman's game, and people of their respective classes can respect each other while simultaneously trying to massacre the plot of land they occupy.  Renoir's idea that German's might not be bad people would have been unfashionable by this point in time but he has always maintained that people are inherently good but may do bad things.  A direct influence on countless films, notably The Great Escape and the other great 30s film to feature Dita Parlo, this is the standout masterpiece from the Golden age of French cinema.

88. The Third Man (1949) - Carol Reed
When the British Film Institute made their own list of the greatest British films of all time I was surprised to see The Third Man top the list.  A good film but I never quite understood how it could be that praised.  Well then I watched it again for this list and it made some sense.  The film features Orson Welles in possibly his greatest performance, and Reed seems to be directly challenging Welles the director in his style.  One of a couple of films Reed made in collaboration with Graham Greene, and featuring one of the most unorthodox film scores you're ever likely to hear this film is incredible.  It's part murder mystery, part film noir, mixed with some neo-realism, and maybe even a bit of the old west.  The film is filled with canted angles, low key lighting, and features arguably the most iconic reveal of a main character who just happens to show up more than two-thirds of the way through the film.   

87. Our Hospitality (1923) - Buster Keaton and John G. Blystone
For years I would have told you without batting an eyelash that Steamboat Bill Jr. was Buster Keaton's best film.  Plenty of people, in fact most of them would point to The General as the great stone face's best.  Now along with Sherlock Jr. and the Navigator all four of those films can easily lay claim to his best.  For my money, and after revisiting all of those films recently I went with a dark horse, Our Hospitality.  This was Keaton's second feature film as producer-director-star, made after Three Ages which essentially was another two-reeler expanded to feature length.  Keaton channels his inner D. W. Griffith with a spectacular river rescue worthy of Griffith's climax to Orphans of the Storm.  However Keaton was a comedian and this is probably his funniest film.  It's set-up is about a family rivalry and Keaton spends the entire film running around trying not to be killed by his families mortal enemies, all while courting their daughter.  Silly as it might be many of the films best moments have little to do with this rivalry.  I honestly was crying when the would be stowaway was thrown off the wagon Keaton was riding home.  Consider it a representative of arguably the most brilliant artist of the silent era but Our Hospitality gets my vote as Keaton's masterpiece.

86. Romeo and Juliet (1968) - Franco Zeffirelli 
So many people have tried to bring the works of William Shakespeare to the screen.  Romeo and Juliet has been arguably the most problematic of his films to visualize.  Countless versions have been made, the story has been reworked, re-envisioned, and beaten to death.  It seemed an odd choice when Italian director would offer up the most faithful and accurate adaptation.  He opted to cast unknowns who were actually teenagers to portray the roles of the tragically doomed lovers (a far cry from Norma Shearer and Leslie Howard who were near 40 for their version).  Leonard Whiting and Olivia Hussey are absolutely superb.  The entire cast delivers all those antiquated lines of dialogue with such conviction and feeling that even though you might not normally have any idea what the hell they're talking about it is perfectly conveyed via the performance.  Most people probably sat through this film in a high school English class, but give it another look, Shakespeare has never been given more justice on screen.

85. Natural Born Killers (1994) - Oliver Stone
For many people Natural Born Killers is the film that broke the camels proverbial back regarding Oliver Stone.  A highly acclaimed screenwriter who found himself taking home Oscar gold for Platoon and Born on the Fourth of July he seemed like he could do no wrong.  Then sometime in the 90s he started to get really weird with it, making films on JFK and The Doors seem more like acid trips.  When he got his hands on a script from then unknown Quentin Tarantino it seemed a perfect chance to make the most batshit insane movie of his career.  The result is a film that's alternately hilarious, gruesome, brilliant, messy, and incredibly polarizing.  Still today there are people who are completely divided whether it's a self indulgent wank fest or a visionary masterpiece and a brilliant satire of our violence obsessed gun culture.  I tend to opt for the later but well there just aren't any films like this, and anyone else who has tried usually fails horribly. 

84. Carlos (2009) - Olivier Assayas 
Over the past decade one of those random film prejudices I've developed is towards new movies.  Not entirely sure why it's happened but when putting together my master list for this project I didn't even bother contemplating some movies from the last few years.  You'd think that even my top films of the year would be under consideration.  Well eventually I stumbled upon the DVD at my local library and decided to revisit my favorite film from two years ago.  This five-hour plus epic is a truly extraordinary film.  Shot in several countries in mutliple languages it's a complex film about a complex man whose simultaneously awful yet idealistic.  As good as Assayas might be as a filmmaker Edgar Ramirez makes this movie.  It would be damn near impossible to sit through such an epic film if you couldn't believe in a character whose in nearly every scene.  One of those amazing objective films about troublesome politics and terrorism yet made, recalling some of the great politically charged films of the 60s.

83. Talk to Her (2002) - Pedro Almodovar 
You may have noticed nearly every film in this list is the best of something.  Whether it's  the best film from a director, a movement, or a country it's been the theme of the day so to speak.  Well it's fairly safe to say Pedro Almodovar might be the best working filmmaker in Europe and Spain's best since Luis Bunuel.  A rare filmmaker whose work has always shown well in this country, who makes films about some "alternative" lifestyles.  It's hard to prepare someone for an Almodovar film, but once you've seen one you'll gladly go for another.  Melodramatic, bizarre, perverted, and with a comical amount of transvestites.  Talk to Her was one of his more restrained films and brought him a best director nomination from the Academy.  I'll admit it was a bit of a toss up between this and All About My Mother, but you can do no wrong.  This encompasses many of his obsessions including the national tradition of bull fighting.  The highlight of the film for me though is the bizarre silent film sequence which is a different kind of odd for Almodovar.

82. The Bicycle Thief (1948) - Vittorio de Seca
Some time about a dozen years ago I first heard about this movement called neo-realism.  I didn't exactly know what it was about but the first film I heard about was The Bicycle Thief and I was blown away.  Shot on the streets of Rome with people who had never acted before I had never seen anything quite like it.  Plenty of critics have retroactively pointed out that the film has a bit of a sentimental side to it and many prefer the grittier films of Roberto Rossellini or Luchino Visconti.  If you ask me, and since you're on my blog you may as well hear my opinion, this is by far my favorite Italian film from the period.  This film is also remarkable for featuring probably the best child performance I've ever seen.  If you know how much I tend to despise children in movies, that alone is worth the price of admission.

81. Glen or Glenda? (1953) - Edward D. Wood Jr.
There are some films that are so bad they're good and few people have ever earned their reputation as being masters of the awful quite like Mr. Wood.  Well I would make the argument that Glen or Glenda?, his first film is actually brilliant.  I watched it after it was mentioned in the Village Voice film guide, and I couldn't have been more impressed.  Wood himself stars as the title character but this film is so insane to describe.  He sold the film as a scandalous low budget quickie but used it as a platform to defend his own strange obsession with ladies clothing.  The film features ridiculously unexplained use of stock footage, Bela Lugosi being whacked out on wowie sauce spouting incomprehensible gibberish, and a surrealistic sequence that seems straight out of Kenneth Anger's Fireworks.  This is the type of personal cinema that was championed by the French New Wave and is still remarkably interesting.  It's easy for me to forgive his monstrously comical limitations as a filmmaker when everything else is just so damn fascinating.  "Bad" movie be damned this is brilliant.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Top 100 Films: 100-91

100. Au Hasard Balthazar (1966) - Robert Bresson

Robert Bresson is one of those acquired tastes in cinema.  An auteur of the purest variety he is the only person who ever made movies quite like Robert Bresson.  Amongst his small but varied output Au Hasard Balthazar was one of the harder films to find for years and the first one I had a chance to see on the big screen.  I left the film utterly speechless and drove an hour home in complete silence just contemplating the final, incredible image of this movie.  It’s hard for a movie to effect you like that to hold up as well the next time you watch it, but few cinematic experiences would ever equal that feeling on one Sunday in spring.

99. Early Summer (1951) - Yasujiro Ozu


Speaking of acquired tastes.  Yasujiro Ozu is as singular as a director is likely to get.  If you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all might apply here, but if you haven’t seen any then prepare for a special kind of movie making.  Tokyo Story is by far his best known and highest praised film but I have always preferred Early Summer, and his Tati-esque Ohayu.  This film is perfect start to finish and of the many, many, many family dramas Ozu made this is my favorite.  Early Summer blends all the things that makes Ozu great, subtly weaving some low brow humor in there to boot.

98. Modern Times (1936) - Charles Chaplin

My favorite Chaplin films seems to change every time I watch one.  No idea how this dropped so low on my list, but well those are the breaks.  After sitting through The Gold Rush, City Lights, and this over the past year, Modern Times has become the new favorite.  Not entirely silent, but Chaplin wisely decided his tramp would never speak on camera.  The film can be seen as a pre-quel of sorts to that first appearance in The Tramp (1915), but as a final send off to a director who could do no wrong by 1936.  Nothing is sacred and Chaplin even pokes fun at some of his own leftist political ideas.  However the saving grace of the film is Paulette Goddard who is far and away Chaplin’s greatest leading lady and the rare heroine who was put on equal footing with him.

97. Children of Paradise (1945) - Marcel Carne

The legendary French epic has come up in several of my blogs before so it’s inclusion here shouldn’t be a surprise.  A grandiose film that consists of two somewhat self-contained segments about a long gone era of France’s distant past.  Centered around a lovely lady and the men who all seem to love her.  For many it was the crowning achievement of Marcel Carne and screenwriter Jacques Prevert, yet some simply love it because it was made on such a massive scale under the noses of occupying Nazi forces, making it’s mere existence seem like a minor miracle. 

96. The Cremator (1968) - Juraj Herz

Sometime in late 2006 I decided I needed to see a lot more Czechoslovakian films.  So I went out and literally rented every one I could find, and then one day I found this gem on an import DVD.  It absolutely blew me away and was the best of all the Czech films I discovered on that massive bender.  Part horror film, part black comedy, and film with a unique and slightly unsettling visual style it represents nearly everything great about that delightful period of cinema in Czechoslovakia from 1964-1968.  It also seems in some ways a final masterpiece considering it was made the same year Soviet forces occupied Prague and clamped down immensely on censorship effectively ending one of Europe’s most rewarding “new waves”.

95. Rocky/Rocky II/Rocky III/Rocky IV (1976-1985) - John G. Avilsden and Sylvester Stallone

Alright I love Rocky movies, like a lot, more than most people, but even I know they should have quit when they were ahead.  The first Rocky film is a damn masterpiece, and although it was up against some outstanding competition it managed to win a best picture Oscar.  The second one takes a dark turn and finds a new way to make Rocky an underdog.  Now part three might be a bit silly for some, but hey Hulk Hogan and Mr. T are in it and this is when we start to see Rocky as a real champion.  So I’ll say this about Rocky IV, it’s damn near my favorite thing ever.  Ivan Drago is far and away Rocky’s greatest opponent, and Stallone the director was never more obsessed with montages.  Everything about this film I love and to me nothing quite says “America in the 80s” like Rocky IV.  Let us never speak of the films that followed it.

94. Ordet (1955) - Carl Dreyer

This film stylistically is night and day from Carl Theodor Dreyer’s Passion of Joan of Arc.  A deeply religious film with a slow pace and incredible long tracking shots.  Dreyer’s style preceded Antonioni, Jancso, and so many others in his wake.  In some ways Dreyer was the original Terrence Mallick.  Which is to say after Joan of Arc he made about one movie a decade, but each of them are highly praised masterpieces.  I was on the verge of tears watching this film and that’s saying a lot.  It’s a film of faith made by someone who apparently didn’t have any, that’s still incredibly powerful.  Hard to describe his work to someone unfamiliar with it, but if you can call this a religious film it just might be the best of them all.

93. The Incredibles (2004) - Brad Bird

With Cars 2 and Brave people have started to wonder if Pixar has maybe lost their mojo.  No matter the films they produced over the last dozen years or so will stand out as possibly the best animated movies ever.  An incredible run of films made by great filmmakers with an emphasis on quality and nearly universal appeal.  Being a comic book fan that I am, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that The Incredibles is my favorite of the bunch (although the Toy Story trilogy isn’t a bad choice).  Brad Bird who came from The Simpsons when they were good crafted a hilarious yet richly layered masterpiece about a super hero family that seems to make the most of two subgenres of cinema.  It features a stellar cast of voice actors and an award worthy sound design.  This is the high water mark of the very impressive run of Pixar films.

92. Aguirre the Wrath of God (1972) - Werner Herzog

Nearly all stories of the production of Aguirre the Wrath of God seem legitimately insane.  Klaus Kinski was a lunatic but he met his match in Werner Herzog who is the film director equivalent to the guy from the Dos Equis commercials.  So it is mind boggling that the two would team up for four more features.  Aguirre is easily the best, a slightly hypnotic journey down the Amazon on a search for El Dorado that slowly descends into madness.  A direct influence on Apocalypse Now and one of the first German films to be popular abroad since the golden age of Lang and Murnau.  I just wish there were more movies exactly like this.

91. Marriage of the Blessed (1989) - Mohsen Makhmalbaf

There will always be various film wars.  Keaton vs. Chaplin, Godard vs. Truffaut, Kurosawa vs. Mizoguchi, etc.  However in the debate of Iran’s greatest filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami seems to be given that title without any debate.  Well I say no, dag nabbit.  Mohsen Makhmalbaf at his peak was an infinitely better filmmaker.  I know they were different stylistically, but both had a penchant for mixing documentary with fiction, often casting non-professional actors re-enacting real stories.  For Marriage of the Blessed, arguably Makhmalbaf’s most spectacular film he tells the tale of a shell shocked photographer who has not recovered from the atrocities he has seen after his involvement in the Iran-Iraq war.  The film constantly bounces between reality and surrealism, brilliantly using sound to link things back to his traumatic experiences.  One of the last films I watched before making this list, I have officially crowned it the greatest Iranian film of them all, I’m willing to hear your argument against it though.

My Top 100 Films - Introduction

Well the list is done (I think).  I’ve already said “god damn it” and crossed off plenty of films, bumped some off, switched a couple, and of course forgot plenty of movies.  In fact I can almost guarantee some large profanity will slip out when I realize I left off a very, very obvious movie after this goes viral.  So let me set up a bit of backstory and a few things you should all know before digging into what has easily been my most anticipated blog ever.  So what better way then make a list before the list?

1.  They’re all winners
This is my version of the “sportsmanship” trophy that gets handed out to everyone who plays sports for the park district even the kids who couldn’t hit that were put in the outfield.  Point is I’ve seen a lot of movies (in case you don’t believe me, it’s true) so to me I love #100 on my list nearly as much as #1.  So you might wonder “why bother numbering if they’re all equal?”  The answer to that is because those are the rules, and I’m into masochism.  Back in 2008 I believe Roger Ebert said “To hell with this top ten crap” and made an un-numbered top twenty of the year’s best movies.  Needless to say everyone who ever read his column didn’t take this change well.  Critics make top tens at the end of the year, and a top 100 is the standard.  I’m not going to make a “These are all my favorites” list just yet, so tough choices have to be made and numbering is important otherwise we’re playing little league without keeping score.
Rocky Smash
2.  This list will not please anyone
Ok here’s the thing, this is my list right?  This is not objective in any way, this is entirely the result of my whims and fancies, designed, numbered, and put together by me.  I’ve said to hell with many a great pretentious art film in favor of some personal favorites but here’s the thing; I’m not satisfied with it.  In fact no one will be more disappointed with this list than me because I’m well more aware of what I had to cut off and which films are too damn low than anyone.  Which brings me to my next point. . .

3.  It’s about what ON the list
This is a glass half full argument.  I know what isn’t on the list, and trust me there is SOOOOOO much I wish I could have included.  Whether it’s a director, a film movement, a country, or in some cases even an entire continents cinema, I recognize that there’s a lot not on here.  So what, you know how many spaces I had to work with?  Yeah that’s right 100, and that’s it, so for every film I deemed good enough to make the cut, 50 more were left out.  So I’m not going to incriminate myself by telling you who or what was left off, you’ll just have to see when I’m done.  So if you’re going to bitch about my selections, bitch about what is on the list, not about what wasn’t there. 
Well that's just your opinion, man

4.  It’s a TOP 100 for a reason
The reason is well this isn’t a list of the greatest films of all time.  Greatest implies some semblance of objectivity.  You can make a list of the greatest baseball players based on hits, batting average, home runs, stolen bases etc. but film doesn’t have this luxury.  We can’t just point to greatness by how many awards a movie won, or how many other people think it’s great.  This is my list so that works.  Favorite was another word I was debating using, but well there are plenty of favorites that didn’t make the cut and plenty of somber European art films that I think are fantastic but maybe aren’t “favorites” in the same way Rocky IV or The Big Lebowski are.  So it’s my Top 100.  Top can mean whatever you want, it’s subjective, and it’s personal, at the end of the day it all means the same shit, so how about we get to it?

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Stanley Kubrick - Barry Lyndon (1975)


Prologue 

I'd like to take a minute to close a chapter of my film life before digging into this analysis.  It was about six and a half years ago.  Back then foreignfilms.com was still pretty active (although we had moved to a yuku board) and some of the members had the idea for a review-a-thon.  I can't recall whose idea it originally was, it may well have been mine, but I won't take credit.  Anyways the idea was that we each take turns picking a topic, then the participating members would all write about a different film on that topic.  We covered Tsai Ming-Liang, Aleksandr Sokurov, and a silent French idea was replaced with just a foreign silent film.  Well when it came to be my turn to pick the topic it shouldn't surprise you that I picked Stanley Kubrick.

That first review was on The Killing and shortly thereafter or perhaps even before I ordered Kubrick's early films online and wrote capsule reviews of each of them.  Despite the fact that some of my fellow users offered great analysis I took it upon myself to review all of Kubrick's films with the same care and detail with which I wrote my review of The Killing.  Despite the progress I made during 2006, where I covered a large chunk of Kubrick films the rest were slow coming.  Some of the reviews waited until blu-ray, and others were put off until I read the source material. 

Then there was Barry Lyndon.  When I started this project Lyndon was probably at the top of my list of films to revisit.  Well The Killing was, but after that Lyndon was the Kubrick masterpiece which I was least familiar with and the one I was most convinced I would love a second time around.  Perhaps in part because the film is over three hours long or perhaps because the bare-bones DVD wasn't all loaded with sexy special features and a high definition transfer I put it off.  Then came a day in September of 2007.  A fellow DC major friend of mine was back from her summer at USC and we were hanging out.  After digging through films to watch we decided Barry Lyndon would be a good choice.  However she was pressed for time and when I found out she hadn't seen Citizen Kane, well I couldn't rest another minute knowing that a film major out there hadn't seen the greatest film ever.

So fast forward five and a half more years and here we are.  In preparation for my top 100 list that I've taken the liberty of mentioning in every single blog since I started my research, the time to watch Barry Lyndon again seemed like a perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone. 

End of prologue

Sandwiched between a near perfect run of genre pictures Stanley Kubrick's Barry Lyndon has often been overlooked.  It isn't the mind bending bit of pop culture A Clockwork Orange is, or the groundbreaking science fiction of 2001:  A Space Odyssey, nor is it a highly quotable perfect horror film The Shining.  For this reason it doesn't have the gloss or sheen of those other much better known films and is in the decidedly un-masculine style of a period picture with powdered wigs, lords and noblemen, and the like. 

This can hardly be called a criticism, but it stands to reason at least in part why Barry Lyndon was not nearly as popular as other Kubrick films.  Taking a quick look the film has a 94% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, so those who have seen the film have pretty much given it unanimous praise.  My theory however is that the majority of the fans of the film are people who may be described as Kubrick "haters".  Not to say that people who dislike Kubrick love Barry Lyndon, it's just that people who find his much celebrated masterpieces overrated tend to prefer the much more understated Barry Lyndon with it's slow and deliberate pace.

Not to say that Kubrick's films were known for being fast paced, with several notable exceptions namely A Clockwork Orange and the first act of Full Metal Jacket.  Here the pace is set deliberately.  You get the feeling that although this film is a few minutes over three hours it could have easily been shorter if Kubrick wasn't so hell bent on taking his time with each scene.

The classic set up for many of the shots is to begin on a close or tight shot and slowly pull back to reveal a long shot without cutting.  I'm not entirely sure if John Alcott was zooming out or tracking back, although there doesn't seem to be a change of depth of field so my guess is on a slow track, but I could be wrong.  Alcott might be familiar as the cinematographer who was one of the first pioneers of the Steadicam, using it on Marathon Man and later much more famously on Kubrick's The Shining.  Philip Stone who played Graham here would also be featured in The Shining as Delbert Grady.  Since this is pre-Steadicam there is at least one scene featuring a hand held camera, which first appears in Barry's fight with another British soldier during his army training.


One of many scenes filmed by candlelight


Alcott won a best cinematography Academy Award for his work here.  The film was very well known for it's use of 100% natural lighting throughout.  In order to shoot literally by candlelight, Kubrick and Alcott got a hold of a super fast 50mm film stock that was used by NASA on the moon landing.  The idea Kubrick had at the time was that he didn't want his film to have the same artificial look of a typical costume drama.  So the theory was proposed that if electric light didn't exist in the time the film was set, then he would try to shoot without it.  This applies to some of the great location shooting outdoors which I am completely guessing at was partially inspired by Robert Altman's McCabe and Mrs. Miller.  Altman said that when Kubrick saw that film he asked him what effects he used to capture the sky in a particular shot near dusk and Altman said none, they just pointed it and shot.  Perhaps Kubrick was set on recapturing this and it's evident in the scene where Barry (Ryan O'Neal) leaves his house and is later robbed by Captain Feeney (Arthur O'Sullivan).  There are two shots of a particularly colorful sky that I view as an homage to the Altman.

The film began as Kubrick's long standing dream of making a film about Napoleon, but as often happened repeatedly throughout his life that plan fell through.  More specifically a costly failure known as Waterloo came out and scared studios away from giving Kubrick money for a Napoleon picture.  So Kubrick did the next best thing and adapted a story set in pre-Napoleonic times but not by much.  The source novel was by Vanity Fair author William Makepeace Thackery, entitled The Luck of Barry Lyndon.  Kubrick wrote the screenplay by himself, which he also did for A Clockwork Orange.  There have been several references to dialogue in this film as with nearly every Kubrick film, including Rushmore and Dogville among others.  The principle photography was started in spring of 1973 and lasted into 1974, with a break for Christmas.  Sure this was an epic, but Kubrick was always known for taking his sweet ass time shooting, and filming scenes to an absurd degree.

The book apparently didn't feature a third person narrator which Kubrick uses to varying degrees, punctuated by a few title cards to separate the sections.  Michael Hordern provides the voice of the narrator here and plenty of commentary has been written about his occasionally unreliable remarks.  Thackery's novel was considered by some historians to be the first English language novel to feature an anti-hero because clearly Barry is not entirely a good guy.  He isn't exactly villainous and the character is rich enough to have multiple dimensions.  However he is first motivated by an absurd young love and jealousy but spends the rest of the film chasing his ambitions and unscrupulously worming his way into society.  He deserts the British army and later turns on the Prussian army when he simply here's his native Irish tongue in the personage of the Chevalier du Balibari (Patrick Magee).  Before Sir Charles Lyndon (Frank Middlemass) is even dead he's making advances on his soon to be widow.  Almost immediately after their wedding he defiantly blows smoke in her face after she asks him to stop smoking.  His amorous attentions turn instantly cold as he indulges in affairs with every available maid and holds his own orgies letting Lady Lyndon to raise her son in seclusion.  


Barry on his honeymoon

His saving grace can be seen as his fanatical devotion to his own son who he spoils horribly at nearly every opportunity.  He lets his son get away with murder and it of course is his ultimate undoing.  Not only does it lead to his son's tragic end, but ultimately sets in motion the chain of events that will send Barry back to his native Ireland a wounded man.  However the "good" in Barry doesn't exactly die when his son does, although you can make the claim of how honorable his choice to accept the 500 guineas every year to stay the hell out of the country is.  When locked in the absurd duel with his step son he purposely misfires to spare his son because we know even if he doesn't that Barry is an excellent shot, although this good deed would not be to Barry's benefit, although his profitable banishment may indicate all's well that ends well.  This may be some of the "luck" implied in Thackery's title, which may seem ironic when confronting how many wrong turns Barry seems to take throughout.

Musically Kubrick continued his long standing obsession with classical music, using all previously written material again.  The film's theme was Handel's Sarabande, which was given an expanded orchestral treatment considering it was originally written as a solo piece for the harpsichord.  Following the success of 2001, I suppose Kubrick felt that in this film period music would be even more appropriately used, and I'm sure studio executives were perfectly fine with not having to pay for an original score to be commissioned. 

As a whole this is arguably Kubrick's most emotionally wrenching film.  You don't expect to see a great deal of tears of grief in Kubrick's film and even when you do they're typically tempered by something else.  Several scenes in this film have the markings of a tragedy but early on so many of the potential pratfalls all seem to work out, which somewhat lulls us into a sense of false security.  When Barry shoots the Captain John Quin (Leonard Rossiter) in a duel we find out that the bullet was actually tow, which apparently is used in upholstery according to it's Wikipedia page.  He is robbed, but stumbles upon the army with a chance to make a living, he deserts and is caught, but put into service rather than turned over as a deserter.  He constantly gets in a jam and finds a way to come out of it on top.  For this reason when his son falls off his horse it's particularly devastating that he doesn't recover.  Lady Lyndon (Marissa Berenson) takes it particularly hard attempting to poison herself, but as the narrator points out with only enough to "make her sick". 

Barry's final affront is in the wound he needlessly suffered in the final duel.  Rather than receive satisfaction, Bullingdon (Leon Vitali) proceeds to fire at Barry again.  The rules of this duel allow for shots to be taken in turn rather than at the same time, which seems particularly cruel and barbaric.  Since he is far worse a shot than his step-father the bullets shatters Barry's bone in his lower leg.  Obviously we're talking another century here so of course it involves an amputation.  His final banishment might seem like the just desserts piled on top of his downfall, but well he's going to be paid quite handsomely for his exile.  The last image we see of Lady Lyndon is of her signing the equivalent of a check for that money to be paid per annum.  We then get some information from the narrator on Barry's subsequent profession in Ireland as a far less successful gambler.  The epilogue however points to the rise of the French revolution and of course the abandonment of the old class system, which might make Barry seem a little luckier to be without title.

The film is a masterpiece, and was part of that string Kubrick made where it seemed like he could do no wrong.  It would be the last of his films to be nominated for best picture, which was his fourth in a row to receive the honor, so in some ways it is the end of an era, at least in terms of industry recognition.  It's four Academy Awards were all technical and Kubrick would remain a bridesmaid in that regard until his death, despite his special Oscar for 2001.  A modest success in it's time it's status has only increased over the years.  Martin Scorsese for one has cited it as his favorite Kubrick film, and plenty of others regard it right alongside 2001, Dr. Strangelove, and his very best work.  Perhaps it's a shade beneath those staggering masterpieces, but this is easily the only Kubrick film (aside from perhaps The Killing) that you can make a case for it being underrated.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Film Journal 2012 - December



Well, well I made it a whole year.  That's right I began this here film journal in January and well it's January so what do you know?  Sure I've done the film journal thing four years, but not since 2009.  Insert generic apology for not posting the month of December earlier, but many of you were probably on vacation and well blah, here it is.

This is the first blog entry I'm typing on Microsoft word, so if this gets delayed even further because I punched a whole in the laptop I'm using that's the reason.  It's already pissing me off as we speak, but I guess I have to get with the times?  

Trying to get used to that whole automatically double spacing after I hit the enter key even though I thought I turned all that crap off, oh well.

How about the movies?

Well the point of December is usually to catch up on the end of the year best picture contenders, wrap up a top ten list and spend most of January watching all those movies you put off from year's past.  Well priority number one is still my top 100 so this December I revisited a lot of films.  In fact there were only three films I saw all month that were first time viewings, all of which happened to be 2012 releases.

I should probably explain why the fuck I watched Wrong Turn 5.  I meant to do a companion blog to Django Unchained essentially entitled the worst film I saw in 2012.  You see years ago my girlfriend's grandmother rented Black Christmas on accident thinking it was a regular Christmas movie, not a slasher film.  So the whole family sat down and watched it sparking a new holiday tradition.  So every Christmas Eve their family watches some god awful horror movie, with the emphasis on awful.

Somewhere between leaving my cousin's house and arriving at my girlfriend's parents house I got really, really, really sick.  I spent the majority of the next 48-72 shaking while wrapped in blanket alternating between being freezing and sweating.  No idea what my fever was, and I called in sick to work for the first time ever, so long story short it was bad.  Now with this wonderful holiday cheer running through me I watched Wrong Turn 5.  It would make a decent drinking game for every time those weird creature things cackled, every time that old dude laughed like a creepy villain, and especially everytime you questioned the logic of the film.

This was easily the worst film I've seen in awhile, and more than makes up for last month's lack of a worst film of the month.  Mercifully it also spared Spielberg's Lincoln which might have been the overly sentimental snore fest of the year, but looks like The Godfather compared to Wrong Turn 5.

You may be wondering when the fuck they made Wrong Turn 2-4, and I can't tell you, look it up.  This straight to DVD shit bomb apparently features some deranged redneck backwoods creatures and a guy who repeatedly gets away with it because he "doesn't leave anything behind"?  For some reason this is one of those really bad horror movies like the worst of the Friday the 13th series where no one gives a shit about anyone in the film, and just waits for random horny teenagers (or in this case 20-somethings) to get killed.  The dialogue and every scene involving these tards is spent making us say "I can't wait to see what intricate and overly involved torture porn they're going to come up with for this character".  

Along the way the freaks or whatever the fuck they are get stabbed, and two of them get shot.  Their wounds are never bandaged, I mean the main guy gets shot in the chest with a fucking shot gun.  Let me repeat that he is shot in the chest with a shotgun.  Does he put a field dressing on it? Nope.  Does he bleed to death in the corner?  Nope.  Does the actor even bother to act hurt when devising the final bit of torture for the unrealistically hot sherrif of the town?  Nope.  He simply walks on out and acts like "oh this, shit that's just a shotgun wound, only pussies get hurt by that."  

Anyways I'm getting angry just remembering how horrible the film is, so do me a favor and thank yourself later, if you were thinking of watching Wrong Turn 5, don't read my blog.  Stop reading this right now, you don't deserve to read anything about good film.  In fact if you thought Wrong Turn 4 was good and you were curious to see where they'd take the franchise from there, drink some paint thinner, drink all of it, and if you can't find any, grab some bleach it'll do the job just as well.  Now when you're done drinking that bleach and you're not dead, find a shotgun and shoot yourself in the chest and see if it hurts enough to keep you from going about your daily tasks.  

If you've actually already seen Wrong Turn 5 and you liked it, then I have another set of instructions for you.  Go to your doctors office, or schedule an appointment with one if you don't have a regular physician and make an appointment to be sterilized.  You clearly have demonstrated that you are not responsible enough to reproduce and the world doesn't need any more offspring that support this type of utter shit.  If you don't want to do this put your genitals in the microwave while wrapped in foil and kill your baby making powers like that.  This may seem harsh but I'm doing the world a favor, and it's really for your own good.

The rest

All self mutilating aside the rest of the month was pretty damn solid.  I don't know if I've ever had such an impressive run of re-watches in a month.  So many great films which is making it harder and harder to narrow down the top 100.  Most of the films I watched were 10/10 which might make me seem like a super generous rater, but well considering all the films I watched this month were contenders for my top 100 it makes sense.

Not every film one me over as I was expecting.  I've now seen The Leopard three times and well I just don't think it's that fantastic of a film.  Basically very little seems to actually happen in the film and it comes off a little boring at parts.  

I have a new second favorite Alfred Hitchcock film.  For years that title belonged to Rebecca, which you'll notice is one of the first films I watched in December.  I still like it even if it's probably more Selznick than Hitchcock, but after revisiting Strangers on a Train again later in the month that is taking it's place.  It's as expertly crafted as any Hitchcock film, brilliantly shot, edited with plenty of his trademark dark humor and a legendary late performance by Robert Walker.  Nearly a perfect film by any definition it deserves to be as well known as Vertigo, Rear Window, and North by Northwest.

A familiar looking bass player from Strangers on a Train (1951)
Aside from that many things seemed status quo.  I wondered if I would like Star Wars as much after the pre-quels attempted to ruin everything that was good about them, but no fear.  It didn't take long to realize that Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back for sure are among the greatest films ever.  Empire might be the greatest sequel ever made, possibly better than a certain sequel by Francis Coppola.  I plan on watching Return of the Jedi this month, possibly even tonight, but there is no danger of the original trilogy dropping down on my list.


12/03
Contempt (1963) 10/10
Rebecca (1940) 10/10


12/04
Ikiru (1952) 10/10
Greed (1925) 10/10


12/05
The Crucified Lovers (1954) 10/10

12/06
Xala (1975) 10/10
A Woman Under the Influence (1974) 10/10


12/07
Great Expectations (1946) 10/10

12/9
Breaking the Waves (1996) 9/10
Morocco (1930) 9/10

12/10
The Shop on Main Street (1965) 10/10
Princess Mononoke (1997) 10/10


12/11
Persona (1966) 10/10

12/13
Star Wars (1977) 10/10

12/14
Fargo (1996) 10/10

12/17
Mean Streets (1973) 10/10
Spirited Away (2001) 10/10


12/18
Applause (1929) 10/10
Faust (1926) 10/10


12/19
Lincoln (2012) 4/10

12/20
The Empire Strikes Back (1980) 10/10

12/21
Repulsion (1965) 9/10

12/24
Wrong Turn 5 (2012) 0/10

12/26
Once Upon a Time in the West (1968) 10/10
The Leopard (1963) 8/10
Love Me Tonight (1932) 10/10

12/27
Django Unchained (2012) 10/10
Marat/Sade (1966) 10/10


12/28
Solaris (1972) 10/10
Strangers on a Train (1951) 10/10


12/29
The Blue Kite (1994) 10/10

12/30
The Wedding March (1928) 10/10
Black God White Devil (1964) 10/10 

Best Film of the Month - Star Wars/Empire Strikes Back (1977/1980)
Worst Film of the Month - Wrong Turn 5 (2012)
Best New Discovery - Django Unchained (2012)