Weekly Movie Roundup

I watched 7 movies last week:

All the Colors of the Dark Head Count Night Creatures
  • All the Colors of the Dark—also, and much less interestingly, known as They’re Coming to Get You!—isn’t necessarily a good movie, but it is a lot, with the giallo really cranked up to eleven in some very entertaining ways.
    • Headcount is a lot more effective when it’s content to be quietly unsettling, leans into awkwardness and uncertainty and finds the unnerving terrors there. It’s a lot less effective when it tries to resolve things, introduces lore, starts behaving like any of a dozen other forgettable horror movies.
      • Night Creatures is fun enough, thanks largely to its cast, and even then largely to Peter Cushing.
      Cry of the Banshee V/H/S/85 'Salem's Lot The Substance
      • Vincent Price gives it a good try, but Cry of the Banshee feels cheap and shoddy, making up for what it lacks in a coherent plot with gratuitous nudity and sexual assault.
        • V/H/S/85 has some good horror stories running throughout it, and if none of those stories are more than half-formed, the movie gets a lot of mileage out of its creepy aesthetics.
          • ‘Salem’s Lot is bad. I’m not sure it’s “bury for two years in movie release purgatory” bad, but it does seem to fundamentally misunderstand what made King’s original novel so effective, that slow and quiet creep of a small 1970s American town dying off. It doesn’t matter that the movie very clumsily speaks those themes aloud at one point late in the game, it moves at too fast a clip to generate any real scares, much less dread. It’s not difficult to see why the previous two adaptations, whatever their own faults, were miniseries, or why Gary Dauberman, the director of this one, reportedly first turned in a three-hour cut. But it is difficult to see how one extra hour would make up for some of the dumb plot changes the movie makes, the misguided decision to combine some characters, change motivations, and re-stage the final confrontation. That the movie doesn’t take its time is only the greatest of its numerous problems. All that said, there are some nice, mostly visual, touches to the film—very creepy uses of light and color, fog and shadow. It seems well enough directed, and most of the actors at least acquit themselves well. But it’s a fundamentally bad adaptation of the source material and not very entertaining because of that.
            • The Substance is not subtle, nor are the things it has to say about women and beauty and aging especially revelatory. But it’s bold and audacious and features a fearless performance by Demi Moore, which I am certainly not the first to suggest might be a career best.

            I also re-watched the thoroughly enjoyable House on Haunted Hill.

            (Tri)weekly Movie Roundup

            I was traveling in Italy recently, so it’s been a while. But I’ve watched 12 movies since the last roundup:

            Longlegs Exhuma Thelma
            • It maybe is a victim of all its own hype, but I found Longlegs to be somewhat oddly disappointing. Exceptionally creepy and well made, to be sure, with plenty of very good and unsettling performances, but a little thinner in the story, both in terms of plot and thematically, than I might have hoped.
              • The number of times Exhuma feels like it’s reached a safe and satisfying conclusion only to fully ramp up and reveal new scares is genuinely impressive.
                • Thelma is delightful, both silly and tenderhearted. A lot of that is due to an incredibly winning performance by June Squibb, but the supporting cast is also universally good—particularly Richard Roundtree in his final feature film.
                It's What's Inside The Human Factor Woman of the Hour
                  It’s What’s Inside plays with some interesting ideas and takes some clever turns, but it doesn’t quite hold together as well as I might have liked.
                  • Maybe as quiet and understated as a spy thriller can be, The Human Factor boasts some very good performances, notably by Nicol Williamson.
                    • Woman of the Hour is remarkably assured for Anna Kendrick’s first film as director. If it doesn’t say anything especially novel about violence against women, the film does a fantastic job of placing its focus on the victims of that violence, and not the man who perpetrated the crimes. The framing of the story is a little odd—in reality, Rodney Alcala’s appearance on The Dating Game is not much more than a weird footnote to this true crime story—but this is a very effective film, and I look forward to more from Kendrick as director.
                    Brothers Crime Wave Way Out West
                    • At best fitfully amusing, Brothers squanders the talents of Brolin and Dinklage in what is somehow both an overwritten and entirely predictable pale imitation of a Coen Brothers movie.
                      • Crime Wave does exactly what it says on the tin. It’s a simple but effective noir.
                        • Laurel and Hardy are amusing, but there’s maybe not enough of that for a full-length feature, even one as short as Way Out West.
                        The Night Digger Creature from the Black Lagoon Strange Darling
                        • An underrated gem, The Night Digger owes a lot to the central performance by Patricia Neal.
                          • Creature from the Black Lagoon never feels like anything other than a man in a rubber suit, but it’s a well designed rubber suit, and there are some genuinely creepy moments in this otherwise silly and dated monster feature.
                            • The less you know about Strange Darling going in, the better. But it’s a fun and wicked ride.

                            I also re-watched George Romero’s original Night of the Living Dead. They’re coming to get you, Barbara!

                            Weekly Movie Roundup

                            I watched 6 movies last week:

                            The Milagro Beanfield War Start the Revolution Without Me Wolfs
                            • Roger Ebert called The Milagro Beanfield War “a wonderful fable, but the problem is, some of the people in the story know it’s a fable and others do not.” I’m not sure he’s wrong about that. There’s a lot to like about the movie, with some very agreeable characters and amiable pace, but it does seem a little uncertain what kind of story it wants to be.
                              • Start the Revolution Without Me has some goofy charm, but not enough to be more than passingly amusing.
                                • Wolfs is entertaining enough, buoyed by the two leads bouncing gruffly off of one another, but it feels like a movie designed to be forgotten.
                                Someone's Watching Me! Will & Harper Alison's Birthday
                                • Someone’s Watching Me! feels like a TV movie, but John Carpenter does bring a certain creepiness to it, and Lauren Hutton’s off-kilter performance keeps things interesting. Too bad about that very anticlimactic ending, though.
                                  • At the end of Will & Harper, the pair joke about hitting the road again and doing their road trip again in reverse. Reader, I would watch that movie. There’s a wonderful warmth, honesty, and empathy to their journey together, even when things get difficult or the world around them gets ugly and cruel.
                                    • Alison’s Birthday is not without its share of creepy moments, and that ending, though belabored, is interesting. It’s just never entirely satisfying.

                                    I also re-watched Murder by Death, which was more than a little dated—Peter Sellers’ Charlie Chan impersonation really only works because the movie calls him on it, and that’s the point of it, but even then it’s a little cringe—but it’s still very fun and silly fun.

                                    Weekly Movie Roundup

                                    I watched 8 movies last week:

                                    Empire Records And Justice for All Serial Mom Fiend Without a Face
                                    • The best you can say about Empire Records, which is not a very good movie, is that it stars a lot of young actors who seem like they’re going to go on to bigger and better things—and some of them even did. It’s barely a comedy, more an excuse to hang together a decently eclectic but also forgettable mid-’90s soundtrack.
                                      • And Justice for All is all over the map, and likely would be unwatchable with a different actor at its center, yet Pacino somehow makes it feel like it all works even when it very clearly doesn’t. “These subplots are all thrown into the story’s way without much regard as to whether they’re serious and subtle or broad and comic;” wrote Roger Ebert, “the movie is a compromise involving various approaches to the material. But Pacino’s performance forces a kind of logic on the events.”
                                        • Serial Mom feels more like a goof than an outrageous satire, but it’s a fun enough goof.
                                          • Fiend Without a Face has been described as “tepidly macabre,” which seems an apt description. There are some interesting moments, and fun late ’50s special effects, but there’s a lot that’s memorable here.
                                          Tucker: The Man and His Dream The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne My Darling Clementine Cuckoo
                                          • Tucker: The Man and His Dream is maybe a little too enamored with that dream for its own good, but Jeff Bridges is fun on screen as the man.
                                            • Maggie Smith is the chief reason to watch The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne.
                                              • My Darling Clementine is often hailed as the best Western John Ford ever made, and it’s not difficult to see why.
                                                • As a writer director, Tilman Singer “might still be finding his narrative footing,” as critic Jeannette Catsoulis writes, “but there’s a playfulness and novelty to his weirdness that deserve encouragement.” There’s more of a coherent story, certainly, in Cuckoo than in Singer’s first film, Luz, but that’s not always to the film’s benefit. There’s a lot to really enjoy in his follow-up—though he remains more of a talent to continue to watch than a fully successful filmmaker.

                                                I also re-watched 25th Hour, which is still really terrific.

                                                Weekly Movie Roundup

                                                I watched 10 movies last week:

                                                Sorry/Not Sorry That Cold Day in the Park Summer of '42 Matilda: The Musical
                                                • There’s no one you wish would watch Sorry/Not Sorry so much as Louis CK himself. Such a wasted opportunity, to have such a genuinely phenomenal comedic talent, be undone by your own inexcusable abusive behavior, and then not only refuse to own up to that behavior in any meaningful way, but to frame your return to stand-up as some kind of vindictive “fuck you” to your accusers, and to frame what you did as just some embarrassing kink rather than years of systematic abuse. It’s great to see his victims actually get a say, and to see others in his orbit talk openly and honestly about what he did, but it also feels like such a waste. He could have chosen to grow as a comedian and a person, to at least try to atone for what he did, and instead he chose to just dig in and be an asshole about it. And they gave him a fucking Grammy for it.
                                                  • There are a few moments when That Cold Day in the Park seems to be doing genuinely interesting things, but it also doesn’t even seem aware that it’s doing them, much less doing them intentionally.
                                                    • Summer of ’42 isn’t a very good movie, but you can see how movie audiences at the time were waylaid by nostalgia—even if the movie isn’t even a particularly good delivery mechanism for that. It’s is too lazily plotted, its characters get such little development—or even just flat-out disappear—and the central conceit is a kind of icky boyish fantasy.
                                                      • I’ve never read Dahl’s original book, or seen either the 1996 movie adaptation or the later stage musical, but Matilda: The Musical is delightful.
                                                      Ricki and the Flash Tout va bien The Woman in White The Silencers
                                                      • It’s the warmth and empathy that the cast and director bring to Ricki and the Flash that make the otherwise slightly unwieldy thing work.
                                                        • I’m not entirely sure why, but Jean-Luc Godard movies tend to leave me a little. Tout va bien was not going to be the movie to change that.
                                                          • The Woman in White may be a little overly complicated as a mystery, but there are some really great performances in it.

                                                              The Silencers is very silly, probably a little too much for its own good, but it’s charming enough that it doesn’t just feel like a dated spy movie parody.

                                                            The Narrow Margin Caveat
                                                            • The Narrow Margin is a fun and tense noir.
                                                              • Caveat has some creepy moments—the rabbit toy, chief among them—but they don’t really add up to much of anything in the end.

                                                              I also re-watched Luz, which does such interesting things with lighting and sound design to create a remarkably creepy horror movie.