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looks like we're safe. you put effort into your reviews, i word vomit for a few minutes as soon as the film is over
Well, I also went to bed not long after that last post so I wasn't writing anything anyway.

You know, there's actually something quite refreshing and honest about what you call your "word vomit". It's your immediate, gut reaction to a film, which is just as valid as an opinion expressed in any other format. It's how you really feel, typically without much restraint, and that's nice to see.





Dolores Claiborne (1995)
Directed By: Taylor Hackford
Starring: Kathy Bates, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Judy Parfitt

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of Dolores Claiborne is that colour palette. The modern day scenes feature predominantly cool colours, with constantly overcast skies that make those shades of blue and grey even more dreary. However the flashback scenes are much warmer, with a wide range of colours and a nostalgic red hue. The two palettes are very distinct, save for a few dramatic shots that symbolically blend the tones of the past and present.

In comparison to Stephen King's other works, the story is far more down to earth than one would typically expect. There's nothing supernatural here, as the horror is instead grounded in the realities of domestic violence and other appalling abuses. The film is more of a melodrama than it is anything else, but it's elevated by its composition, as well as the performances of its lead characters.

At the start, I found the main characters quite off-putting, and was thrown-off by what sounded to me like wholly inconsistent accents. However as the film progressed, I found the performances to be far more compelling, and Kathy Bates in particular seemed to just get better and better. Despite having seen Dolores Claiborne before, with memories of the film rushing back to me as the past does to the characters in the film, I actually became quite invested in the characters and how their stories played out.

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Midnight Cowboy (John Schlesinger, 1969)
As a particularly dumb bitch who just wants cinematic key-jangling over any kind of story I'd have to pay attention to or impressive technical feats this film is much more in my wheel house then I assumed it would be. The editing here is literally perfect. Like, obviously during the flashbacks and montage sequences but even in the more grounded sequences the cuts are timed exactly right (but yeah those flashbacks and montages are pretty much exactly what I want out of film). I guess I should also note the shots used to make up the edit as well, just a great looking film all around, lots of cool angles and whatnot, we love that. It's a great, great, great film but I'm not sure why I don't like it more. There's a minor disconnect somewhere but I'm not sure what caused it. Maybe the film is counting on me being more invested in the friendship on display idk. Yeah, still great lol.




Midnight Cowboy (John Schlesinger, 1969)
As a particularly dumb bitch who just wants cinematic key-jangling over any kind of story I'd have to pay attention to or impressive technical feats this film is much more in my wheel house then I assumed it would be. The editing here is literally perfect. Like, obviously during the flashbacks and montage sequences but even in the more grounded sequences the cuts are timed exactly right (but yeah those flashbacks and montages are pretty much exactly what I want out of film). I guess I should also note the shots used to make up the edit as well, just a great looking film all around, lots of cool angles and whatnot, we love that. It's a great, great, great film but I'm not sure why I don't like it more. There's a minor disconnect somewhere but I'm not sure what caused it. Maybe the film is counting on me being more invested in the friendship on display idk. Yeah, still great lol.
Yay, ueno really liked my nom!

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Apocalypse Now (1979)

Apocalypse Now tells the story of an assassin sent deep into the jungle to kill a renegade and crazed officer. Visually Coppola's film is amazing the things he does with lighting and blocking is incredible. The script on the other hand is indicative of what happens when a writer has just to many drugs.

While it isn't entirely Coppola's fault the first generation of Vietnam films just tended to go over the top or missing the mark. Willard just never felt like a fully realized person, it doesn't help that Martin Sheen is such a tiny man he doesn't exactly strike an opposing figure or a realistic idea of what a bad ass killer should look like. You'll notice that they often play with perspective with Sheen having other people sitting down or at different locations to mitigate the embarrassment of his height.

A number of scenes are just spectacularly shot, first time I saw this on VHS which was a terrible format, watching it again on bluray all the small details pop out. My big problem when I first watched the film was that the violence was so OTT and not given any context it just bored me and put me to sleep. And yes the film does drag on but at the very least a better print helps enhance the story.

My criticism of the film still stands and my biggest issue. This doesn't feel like a story but rather a collection of great scenes loosely tied together by a barely there plot. An impressive achievement in construction that fails as a narrative, great practical effects told without a quality editor's eye.




The Secret of Roan Inish
(1994)


A bold choice for an HoF nom...With most noms these days being dark, disturbing with stories of crime or violence it takes some guts to nominate a mostly unknown family G rated movie with a small child as the main character.

I thoroughly enjoyed this Irish folk lore movie. I thought it was unique. I loved the feel of the story telling through the monologues of the grandfather, the cousin and the fisherman. I was equally impressed with the setting and the quaint cottage sets and the smooth relaxing pacing of the movie. It's a film I could watch again. Count me as a fan.

Thanks Tongo for taking a chance on this film.





Midnight Cowboy, 1969

Joe Buck (Jon Voight) leaves his small town life to go to New York City, where he hopes to become successful as a prostitute serving the women of the city. Discovering that it's not quite that easy, Joe falls in with "Ratso" Rizzo (Dustin Hoffman), a chronically ill small-time grifter with dreams of a life in Miami. As the film goes on, the rough reality of city life wears on both men, even as their friendship strengthens.

This is another rewatch for me, and I think that the film went up a bit on this second viewing.

This film is a heartbreaker, with Joe's tragic backstory unfolding through a series of disjoint and bizarre flashbacks. The more we learn about Joe's past trauma---involving the assault/sexual assault on his girlfriend and probably a sexual assault that he endured as well---the more his adopted persona and desperation make sense. Joe has created an image for himself crafted from his ultimate notion of masculinity---the John Wayne-style cowboy. When he first swans into the diner where he works, bragging that he's going to the city to make money from sleeping with women, it feels like a lot of alpha male bluster. And it sort of is. But the more we get to know Joe, the more we see that this is an act that he has created to cope with a certain degree of shame and self-loathing.

Joe is searching for himself. And unfortunately for him, the New York City he lands in is not the land of possibilities of the past. Instead it is a decaying, often cruel landscape. We frequently see buildings being demolished or condemned apartments being crowbarred open by city employees. Ratso, a man who has adapted himself to this harsh environment, is at once Joe's savior and an emblem of the futility of trying to find success. Hoffman's sweating, agitated performance as Ratso is really excellent. In Ratso, Joe finds a different variation on the self-loathing he has tried to escape. But Ratso refuses to costume himself or fake it 'til he makes it. Joe's naivete and enthusiasm invigorates him for a short while, but the oppressive reality of his situation cannot be denied.

The film also touches on the very fraught issue of how, for men, sexual assault and sexuality, and self-hatred can become a very potent and deadly mixture. Throughout the film, Joe's sexuality is frequently questioned. Ratso tells him that his cartoonish cowboy look is the kind of camp thing that only appeals to gay men. A hurt Joe defensively tries to explain that he likes the way he looks, and likes the way that he feels in those clothes. I don't think that Joe is meant to be gay, but I do think that his experience of helplessness and having been assaulted has maybe made him afraid that he is. Joe has two encounters with gay men who want his services, and the difference between them is striking. I thought it was interesting that it was the second man---the one who openly expressed self-hatred--who most evoked Joe's rage. We frequently see that Joe is much more soft-hearted than the coldly masculine front he tries to put on. And the only moments of real rage/aggression come when his sexuality is questioned.



The emotional heart of the film is the friendship--and I would go as far as to say love--between Ratso and Joe. Probably my favorite moment in the film is when Joe tries to help Ratso clean himself up before the two go into a party. As Joe uses his shirt to wipe Ratso's face, Ratso just leans his head into Joe's torso, even lifting his arm to hold him by the hip. For two characters who have shown a lot of knee-jerk homophobia, it's a breakthrough moment of physical intimacy, and in a film that's theoretically about sex and sexuality, probably the most powerful moment of intimacy that we see. The men become invested in each others' wellbeing. In a different film, this united front would see them through to better things. But the world around them is a little too rotten, a little too unkind. And what kindness they get---like a woman who hires Joe and then later is willing to help him find more clients---comes too little too late.

The whole look and feel of this film is really great. Glad I got a chance to revisit it!






Midnight Cowboy, 1969

Joe Buck (Jon Voight) leaves his small town life to go to New York City, where he hopes to become successful as a prostitute serving the women of the city. Discovering that it's not quite that easy, Joe falls in with "Ratso" Rizzo (Dustin Hoffman), a chronically ill small-time grifter with dreams of a life in Miami. As the film goes on, the rough reality of city life wears on both men, even as their friendship strengthens.

This is another rewatch for me, and I think that the film went up a bit on this second viewing.

This film is a heartbreaker, with Joe's tragic backstory unfolding through a series of disjoint and bizarre flashbacks. The more we learn about Joe's past trauma---involving the assault/sexual assault on his girlfriend and probably a sexual assault that he endured as well---the more his adopted persona and desperation make sense. Joe has created an image for himself crafted from his ultimate notion of masculinity---the John Wayne-style cowboy. When he first swans into the diner where he works, bragging that he's going to the city to make money from sleeping with women, it feels like a lot of alpha male bluster. And it sort of is. But the more we get to know Joe, the more we see that this is an act that he has created to cope with a certain degree of shame and self-loathing.

Joe is searching for himself. And unfortunately for him, the New York City he lands in is not the land of possibilities of the past. Instead it is a decaying, often cruel landscape. We frequently see buildings being demolished or condemned apartments being crowbarred open by city employees. Ratso, a man who has adapted himself to this harsh environment, is at once Joe's savior and an emblem of the futility of trying to find success. Hoffman's sweating, agitated performance as Ratso is really excellent. In Ratso, Joe finds a different variation on the self-loathing he has tried to escape. But Ratso refuses to costume himself or fake it 'til he makes it. Joe's naivete and enthusiasm invigorates him for a short while, but the oppressive reality of his situation cannot be denied.

The film also touches on the very fraught issue of how, for men, sexual assault and sexuality, and self-hatred can become a very potent and deadly mixture. Throughout the film, Joe's sexuality is frequently questioned. Ratso tells him that his cartoonish cowboy look is the kind of camp thing that only appeals to gay men. A hurt Joe defensively tries to explain that he likes the way he looks, and likes the way that he feels in those clothes. I don't think that Joe is meant to be gay, but I do think that his experience of helplessness and having been assaulted has maybe made him afraid that he is. Joe has two encounters with gay men who want his services, and the difference between them is striking. I thought it was interesting that it was the second man---the one who openly expressed self-hatred--who most evoked Joe's rage. We frequently see that Joe is much more soft-hearted than the coldly masculine front he tries to put on. And the only moments of real rage/aggression come when his sexuality is questioned.



The emotional heart of the film is the friendship--and I would go as far as to say love--between Ratso and Joe. Probably mt favorite moment in the film is when Joe tries to help Ratso clean himself up before the two go into a party. As Joe uses his shirt to wipe Ratso's face, Ratso just leans his head into Joe's torso, even lifting his arm to hold him by the hip. For two characters who have shown a lot of knee-jerk homophobia, it's a breakthrough moment of physical intimacy, and in a film that's theoretically about sex and sexuality, probably the most powerful moment of intimacy that we see. The men become invested in each others' wellbeing. In a different film, this united front would see them through to better things. But the world around them is a little too rotten, a little too unkind. And what kindness they get---like a woman who hires Joe and then later is willing to help him find more clients---comes too little too late.

The whole look and feel of this film is really great. Glad I got a chance to revisit it!

That's an excellent breakdown of the film. I wasn't sure how well you would respond to it, but glad you loved it!





L'Amour Braque, 1985

A crew of criminals led by Micky (Tcheky Karyo) pulls off a bank robbery and then makes their way to Paris to try to help Micky reclaim his lover, Mary (Sophie Marceau), who has been "claimed" by another man. On their way, they meet Leon (Francis Huster), a strange gentleman who ends up following them through their exploits. But when Leon meets Mary, he falls instantly in love and what follows is a sprawling love triangle (love square? love pentagon?) between the various parties.

I didn't . .. one-hundred percent follow exactly what was happening in this film. And I think that's okay. It's the kind of movie that seems to trade more in imagery, energy, and mood than a straightforward narrative.

I enjoyed Marceau as the object of affection. To begin with, I appreciated that her character had her own backstory---one involving her mother and tragically intersecting with a rumored snuff film---beyond just being the focus of the desire of the two male leads. She also holds her own the best in terms of the emotional and energetic range of the film. She is equally compelling in both the over-the-top moments and the moments of stillness.

In terms of the way that the film is shot, there is an unrestrained energy to it that is equal parts involving and exhausting. Lots of camera movement, changing angles, bright colors, and so on.

Where I struggled a bit was mostly in terms of those high energy moments.This is a film that is full of yelling, screaming, crying, flame throwers, gunfire, barking, and neon silk suits. But I personally do not do well with manic energy. Maybe it's because I work with 11 year old children and at times have to wrangle an out of control room full of 25 of them. Or maybe it's just my own personality. But loud is not something I tolerate well in large doses.

This film was definitely an experience. Glad I watched it, for sure, still sorting through how I felt about it.

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That's an excellent breakdown of the film. I wasn't sure how well you would respond to it, but glad you loved it!
To be honest, I think I'd forgotten a lot of the nuances. When I first saw it on the list, I was like "Oh, okay." But it's a lot weirder and emotional and empathetic than I'd remembered.



alrighty, i'm officially wrapping up this hall with my final review. shoutout to covid for making this possible, couldn't have done it without you now i can spend the rest of my time off bingeing Pretty Little Liars!


Magical Girl (Carlos Vermut, 2014)
...and its my shortest review because this film has nothing going on lol. Ok so this is a style of film I do not go for. The festival-circuit euro-drama with a dark edge that's shot as cold and clinically as possible has never and will never be my jam. That's bad enough on its own but you can do things with it. Unfortunately, this really doesn't. It's just so plain and straightforward and by the end pretty goofy as well. Like, I'm not gonna bury it completely because its not annoying or anything but idk these films are just the peak of whatever.



it doesn't help that Martin Sheen is such a tiny man he doesn't exactly strike an opposing figure or a realistic idea of what a bad ass killer should look like.
I actually think that him not being some muscle-bound super soldier makes him more effective in the role. As an assassin he's not there to overpower his enemy--he's there to outsmart and outmaneuver him.

Him seeming less aggressive makes some of his moments land even more powerfully, like
WARNING: spoilers below
executing the injured woman on the boat
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Midnight Cowboy

Ratso Rizzo: The two basic items necessary to sustain life, are sunshine and coconut milk. Didya know that? That's a fact! In Florida, they got a terrific amount of coconut trees there. In fact, I think they even got 'em in the, eh, gas stations over there.

When I first saw this in the Second Personal Rec HoF I knew nearly nothing of it except the famous improv: "I'm WALKIN here!" so I spent a lot of my viewing time a little surprised at all that was going on. Via disturbing flashbacks and Joe Buck's (Jon Voight) daydreaming of how things were and how he perceived them to be. A rather tricky technique to pull off, the Director, John Schlesinger, does a very commendable job of sliding in and out without confusing us as to what is what.
On my revisit, I was no longer the awkward guest of the unknown but as a more accustomed denizen of the preconceptions of Joe Buck and the realities of Hoffman's Ratso.

It continues to register as what, on the surface, appears as nothing more than a kind of porn of an uncomfortable nature; every sex scene is committed with some form of degradation or the like, Midnight Cowboy has something more going on beyond the filthy existence of 42nd Street. That something lies in the incredible talent of its two leading men, especially Dustin Hoffman, who holds nothing back in his performance of a greasy cripple, and the friendship that develops between the two of them.
Though much like the remainder of the film, it is not something definitive; like everything else, it just sorta hits you and slips away before you can genuinely react or fully comprehend how you feel and why.
A feeling that continued in my second watch, but instead of that period of acclimation needed when I first watched this, it was, rather, the kind of familiarity of a shabby old coat and the dirty, unkempt history that lingers in its fibers. The initial repulsion wafts away, replaced with the surreal relaxation of it draped over your frame and your state of mind.

It is a stark film of deteriorating dreams to the harshness of reality, the road that traverses them, and the vague possibilities of what may lie beyond.
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28 days...6 hours...42 minutes...12 seconds
alrighty, i'm officially wrapping up this hall with my final review. shoutout to covid for making this possible, couldn't have done it without you now i can spend the rest of my time off bingeing Pretty Little Liars!

Terrible ending....be warned.
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alrighty, i'm officially wrapping up this hall with my final review. shoutout to covid for making this possible, couldn't have done it without you now i can spend the rest of my time off bingeing Pretty Little Liars!


Magical Girl (Carlos Vermut, 2014)
...and its my shortest review because this film has nothing going on lol. Ok so this is a style of film I do not go for. The festival-circuit euro-drama with a dark edge that's shot as cold and clinically as possible has never and will never be my jam. That's bad enough on its own but you can do things with it. Unfortunately, this really doesn't. It's just so plain and straightforward and by the end pretty goofy as well. Like, I'm not gonna bury it completely because its not annoying or anything but idk these films are just the peak of whatever.
I see Dogtooth and Dancer in the Dark that way.