Friday, November 21, 2008

Alphabet Meme

While I was not actually tagged for this meme, in his comments Dennis Cozzalio of the great blog Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule gave an open invitation for lists. So I posted my list there. I've taken that list, switched a few titles around, and given a paragraph or so for each of the pictures. My primary criteria for choosing these specific films was whether I
  1. Loved Them, or at least liked them.
  2. Felt I could write about them at a satisfactory level
This took a lot longer than I though it would, but I'm fairly satisfied with it as a first post of any importance. As always, any comments are greatly appreciated!



Apocalypto

I've never been a fan of Mel Gibson's acting. He's never a
bad actor exactly, but he rarely really adds to the film either. His first major film as a director, Braveheart, didn't exactly make me eager for more. But with his past two movies, Passion of the Christ and Apocalypto, he has become a far more interesting and original director then anyone could have imagined. Apocalypo strips away many of the unnecessary trappings of plot development that have appeared in recent years and instead reduces it to the bare minimum, until we get an elaborate chase scene that lasts through half the movie. Gibson's characters define themselves through their physicality, through the tactile sensations of the grass beneath their feet, through their exhaustive hunting trips, and through Gibson's most obvious obsession: pain. Gibson's obvious odious personal beliefs have kept him out of sight for the last two years, and he is just now returning to his previous bred-and-butter, acting. But I hope that he doesn't stave off directing forever, for that would steal a truly talented eye from us.


The Bigamist


This screenshot epitomizes what The Bigamist is more than any words ever could. While a cursory glace may not reveal much, watching it reveals an atmosphere of moral dread and suffocation better then almost any other movie that I could think of. Ida Lupino gets inside the head of the titular cad with sympathy and understanding, but never absolves him. We learn about Harry Graham's loneliness on the road, his constant need for human companionship that Phyllis Martin (Ida Lupino) can fill. We go through the entire relationship, how every little thing compiles until it overtakes and fundamentally cages Graham until even his noblest impulses just exacerbates the problem. It has a lot of similarities to Detour, another poverty row picture which transcends its origins through the artistry of the director and a real sense of tragic inevitability. But I think The Bigamist is even better, a real masterpiece of mood.


The Crowd

The Crowd was a movie that I was obsessed with even before I saw it. Ever since seeing a set still of a despairing James Murray reaching his arms into heaven among an unfeeling crowd bustling all around him, and hearing the central story of a man who tries his hardest to reach above the crowd but fails miserably, I was hooked. It already spoke so much to my own sensibilities and concerns that even after I found myself disliking the other King Vidor films I had seen, I still held immense hope for this one. I was rewarded for my patience ten fold. The Crowd is such an obvious masterpiece in how it reaches every part of human experience, the misery and the joy, and how those feelings often come right after eachother, and how it conveys these experiences with such empathy and technical mastery. I feel that The Crowd must be directly influenced by Murnau's Sunrise even though it was released only a year later, it shares the same vision that vindicates life no matter what terrible troubles are contained within. And indeed, Vidor lists Sunrise as his second favorite film of all time. Now that's a double feature that I would like to see!
Duck Amuck

I think that the hardest I have ever laughed is when me and my younger brother watched Duck Amuck for the first time. We're talking about can't breathe, writhing on the floor laughter. After we had seen it, we couldn't stop talking about it, reenacting it, laughing to an unhealthy point just at the memory of it for weeks on end. I didn't know what "postmodernism" was or what "breaking the fourth wall" meant, but when the cartoon Daffy shrieks when the cartoon "ends," or when he is sliding through different backdrops with no rhyme or reason, my eight year old self was overjoyed. I still get the same feelings when I watch Duck Amuck. I don't writhe on the floor anymore, but I always laugh in the right places. I'm still amazed at the audacity, but now I also love more formal things like the composition (just look at that shot!) and how Jones is able to give daffy over 2000 versions of "angry." It's just great to look at, to listen to, to laugh it. It's seven minutes of pure joy.

Emak-Bakia

One of the great things about all of Man-Ray's art is how he so fully embraces a medium and makes it his own. He made strangely great sculptures and created what are, in my mind, some of the greatest photographs of all time. Likewise, he took film and molded the very foundations of it to suit his own needs. With so many experimental films simply seeming like stranglypshot narratives, Man Ray throws out everything that makes film tradtional and comforting. Every shot seems like a new and exciting experiment, made by a man with a firm grasp of what he is trying to do. With explorations into implied movement, double exposure and detours into study between light and shadow. It's a playful, fun and endlessly innovated, like he was inventing cinema from scratch. Which from his perspective, he may well have been.


Face/Off


John Woo's American career often gets fully dismissed by critics, and most of it should be. But Let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater. Once you wrap your head around the central premise (that a cop and criminal effectively switch bodies through an experimental surgical process) and the convoluted explanation for the exact hows and whys, this is a damn good movie. With some of the best action sequences of the past fifteen years and actually something interesting to say about identity. Asking us whether you are you without any kind of recognition and how what we see in the mirror defines how we conduct ourselves, while at the same time pumping the entire thing with a hyper-kinetic style is no easy task, but I believe Woo pulls it off with ease. Cage shows his acting chops here, imbuing the character with a sense of tragedy and dignity. Such as when he takes what could have seemed like a cheap recurring feature (stroking his hand over his loved ones faces) becomes something filled with longing and unspoken emotion, something that John Travolta can't pull off. But of course, most are watching it for the action scenes, and what action scenes they are. Woo pumps the movie up with so much energy with his frantic, but never arbitrary, editing that I left the movie in a kind of daze. If you have any interest in the modern action movie at all, this is worth a look.


Gold Diggers of 1933

When I was first starting really getting into movies I had no idea what the cannon was besides a few obvious titles. All I had was a small, poorly edited book titled "501 Movies to See Before You Die" which included Citizen Kane yes, but also While You Were Sleeping. I would watch whatever was on that list, without knowing the relative merits of anything I hadn't seen before. I looked at the picture they had for Gold Diggers and thought that it looked like a cheesy early musical that the editor had picked because of his own unfathomable personal taste. Not to mention that at this point I was still someone who hated musicals because "people don't just burst into song right?" So while I was watching this a weird feeling overtook me, I was really enjoying this. Loving it in fact. The musical numbers were grand and insanely intricate, the songs were all catchy or even powerful (such as "Remember My Forgotten Man") and everything in between the songs was a delight. I loved following these characters as they tried to find their place in a world that had turned upside down. They were witty, strong damn good actors. When my dad came into the room after I was finished he asked me what movie I had seen and how was it, when I sheepishly said something like "Gold Diggers of 1933, it was actually pretty good..." his eyes widened and he began to tell me about how great a movie it was. It was around then that I realized that I should begin trusting my own instincts on movies (the other example is All that Heaven Allows) With all the credit that Berkley deserves for being, in my mind, the greatest film choreographer of all time by a long shot, what sets this movie head and shoulders above the other Berkley's is the strong hand of director Mervyn Leroy. His economical style squeezes charm out of scenes and actors, in this and his other films. He's never gotten enough credit.


l'Homme a la tete en Caoutchouc
(AKA The Man With the Rubber Head)

When I began watching the beginnings of film more out of curiosity than anything, Melies hit me like a ton of bricks. Lumiere's films stand up as great historical artifacts with a loving simplicity, Porter had made great contributions if not always great movies, but Melies struck me as an out and out genius. He can mold his simple toolbox of tricks (dissolves, edits, double exposures) and turn them into something new and exiting and lovable. He doesn't half-ass his tricks, merely trying to give the audience a little shock. In this case you can see the care he put into making the inflating head lovable and funny even today.
And his enthusiasm is absolutely infectious. He seems so exited about his tricks that we cannot help but be exited too. He's so obviously in love with this new exciting medium that a watching of a Melies film makes films worth watching again. They reinvigorate everything you loved about movies in the first place, and banish all doubts in your mind all in the space of two to three minutes. Seriously, they are great therapy.



The Immortal Story

Orson Welles once said that the two things that movies should not portray are the most personal of things; sex and prayer. He also had a notorious antipathy for color. So who would have thought that a short, made-for-tv movie with both color and Welles' only sex scene would turn out into such a masterpiece? Maybe in part because Welles knew where the pratfalls were in such elements. His color is effortlessly beautiful and the love scene is tender and powerful. The movie deals with a rich merchant in Macao (played, of course, by Welles) who tells a story to his accountant of a sailor who gets propositioned by an impotent rich man to impregnate his wife. The accountant tells him the story isn't true, just a bawdy story told among sailors. The merchant replies that he will make the story true. Welles gets deep into this man who would be god and pulls out a story of loneliness and tragedy just underneath the surface. It's a beautiful film, I would advise to to look at this just to get a sense of how Welles deals with color in fiction film. Doubtlessly Welles' most underrated.

Jules et Jim

I've not seen nearly enough Truffaut, but Jules et Jim is certainly a masterpiece. Like Godard's Masculine it is in many ways a movie about youth, but unlike Godard Truffaut does not use his camera as an interrogation tool but fully jumps into the world that these three young men and woman have created. Using all the tricks of the trade, quick editing, freeze frames, dolly shots, and even newsreel shots, he makes the world so fresh and alive. When I first saw the film the technical brilliance of the first half dampened my appreciation of the second, but upon further viewing the second is on par with the first and may even be better. It really gets into the consequences of the earlier half in a very revealing way and its more sober style only helps bring it all home.

The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters

Never truly getting the attention it deserved, King of Kong reaches beyond all the other "strange niche" documentaries to get to a basic narrative drive. While other movies of the year, such as the dreadful Transformers, were using shock and awe tactics to get people into the seats, King of Kong takes the tried and true underdog formula and adds to it without subverting it. Some critics seem to have found the very subject beneath the realm of film, but I think they fail to realize that nothing is not worth being filmed, especially when filmed with such skill and precision. Like every documentary to reach any kind of public scene, there have been accusations of facts obscured or subtly manipulated, in other words, that it was filmed rather than merely recorded. All of this makes the fact that director Seth Gordon's next film Four Christmases looks so terrible.


Land of the Dead

I'm not a big fan of didactic movies. Unfortunately, this seems to be the only terms that people talk about George A. Romero's films anymore. To be fair, Romero has been encouraging them, pushing the social signifiagance of his pictures before anything else. Although consumer culture is a major part of Dawn of the Dead, for example, many people seem to take it as the only part of the film. It contains many other nuances and formal qualities that make it the way it is. THe same is true with Land. Although there is major commentary about the gap between rich and poor in the country, it is also an addition to the grand narrative of self-awareness of the zombies, and how humans are going to have to deal with that. It contains one of Romero's most lovable characters, Big Daddy, who personifies the growing of the zombies as a identity group rather than a simple menace. Romero's camera has become more and more observatory through this entire process, it drifts in and out of a scene, taking just what it needs and then moving on.

The Man from Laramie

Anthony Mann was one of my first "discoveries" when I started getting into movies. Back when these names were nothing more than trivia in Maltin's Film Guide or small essays in Andrew Sarris' American Cinema I saw The Naked Spur and was amazed to find a beautiful, haunting exploration on the wild and bounty-hunting with a Jimmy Stewart I had never seen before. Hitchcock worked his magic by twisting Stewart's persona, most notably from the altruistic police captain in Vertigo to the crazed obsessive that he becomes. Mann seemed to throw out our preconceptions all together, working from the start with the damaged Stewart, driven by revenge or money rather than any sense of justice or kindness. Of course I later learned that others had taken Mann as their own, and I was more than happy to share him .The Man from Laramie seems to me to be the greatest of the Stewart cycle if only because I consider it the pinicle of Mann's exploration of his own west. While most western filmmakers follow the large footprints of John Ford, Mann discovered a west filled not just with sand but with rivers and grass. Stewart is at his best here, a barely contained rage pulsating in nearly every scene he's in. It's hard to pick a single Mann western, when you have The Naked Spur, Bend of the River, and Man of the West. But The Man From Laramie will always be up their for me. It's a transcendent picture.


A Night at the Opera

It's really hard to write about one of the biggest influences on my life. Since I was seven or so, The Marx Brothers have defined my sense of humor, patches of my vocabulary, and I'm beginning to suspect my very way of thought. Tradition dictates that the greatest Marx Brothers movie was Duck Soup because it had the best director of the bunch, but I believe that the Marxs transcended directors. Night of the Opera is very similar in style, tone and hilarity to Duck Soup despite a change in director and studio. It fits their own personal trajectory more than anything else. The Marxes here are, as always, a wonderful patch of insanity in a dreadfully sane world. They come in, ruffle everyone's feathers, deflate pretensions and generally strike one for the common man. But everyone and his grandma has written a b.s social examination of the Marx Brothers. What we shouldn't forget is how funny we are, listen to this: Otis P. Driftwood (OTIS P. DRIFTWOOD): You remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips! Everything about you reminds me about you. Except you. How am I to account for that? You don't need to define that quote as some kind of question of identity to laugh at it, all you have to do is have a good sense of humor.


Orphee

At one of Dennis Cozzalio's famous quizzes, I offered up this movie as the most pretentious ever. This was not an insult at all, its amazing, transcendent and an incredible movie all around. But boy does it know it. I find lines like "A Poet is more than a man" to be charming rather than annoying, and the portrayal of death and her followers as a woman and a motorcycle gang to be mysterious rather than frustratingly oblique and self centered, but if any of it was less well done I may well think all that and more. The point is that a film can survive self-satisfaction if it is satisfactory, that if it is truly genius I will accept all the posturing. Along with the pure mystery (the greatest of Cocteu's strengths) there is some pure visceral fun to be had in how he uses relatively simple film manipulation to create completely new effects. Who would have thought that reversing the footage of someone falling would create such an strangely perfect effect to the raising of the dead? Who could have expected that the tale of Orpheus would translate so amazingly, albeit loosely, to a modern poet? Who would have thought that such greatness could advertise itself so often?


Papillon

Papillon is a fairly weird movie. Although at the beginning it seems to tell a relatively simple story, the perennial "prison break" narrative, it has all these detours and sudden appearances of distinctive characters who then promptly dissolve into the narrative. It takes sudden twists, and has a really sudden and disconcerting ending. Honestly it felt like some kind of precursor to Lynch for me. The world has a powerful dream logic that jumps from one situation to another in a haphazard manner. Is any of this intentional? I doubt it. It speaks of someone trying to compress a novel into a single film, trying to tell at least part of each major event before moving onto the next one. Where Papillon differs from others of this type is that it is so expertly constructed and excellently acted that each strange new bit of information and disconcerting diversion feels organic in the strangest way. Franklin J. Schaffner takes firm hold onto the picture to make it seem less than a stuffy prestige picture and more like an offbeat classic.


Quest for Fire

I watched this once back in Chicago, so I was definitely in the single digits. It was also certainly my first R-rated film. My dad had a Sunday "movie night" to imbue us with a good taste in film and respect for things like black-and-white. Other than the Universal Horror pictures, this is the picture that stays with me the most. The violent battle between the bestial tribe and the more humanoid tribe at the beginning, the confusing lack of any kind of dialogue or subtitles and the massive amount of nudity (for a nine year old) created a pretty definite impression back then. Because it's created a mythic aura in my mind, I'll need to see it again, but in retrospect it seems damn good. Amazing makeup all around, a real attempt to show prehistoric people in something other than a fur bikini and an overall serious and innovative tone. That's all I could give you.


La Roue

Back when this was the daunting 273 min movie mocking my attention span from the DVR I called this "the four and a half hour movie about trains and incest." Now that I've seen it, it's "the utterly amazing four and a half hour movie about trains and incest." Serevin-Mars plays Sisif, a railwayman who rescues a infant Elsie, who he raises as his own daughter along with his actual son. Troubles ensue when both Sisif and his son fall madly in love with her. Gance knows his way around a camera and an editing room. He has an absolute mastery of technique but knows the exact right moment to let it shine. There's a moment - right before the first half ends - where Sisif has lost almost everything, and is standing alone in an industrial flatland. He stares at the camera while it slowly rotates around him. I've seen that exact same camera move in so many movies of today, where it is used as a way to desperately try to add motion to a conversation or telephone call, took on such a great and tragic tone that it invalidated all uses after it.


The Spirit of the Beehive

Watching Spirit of the Beehive isn't like watching any other movie. It's impossible to truly describe how the light drifts into the house, how each scene drifts so easily and purely and dreamily into the next, how every pause and silence tells us more about the human condition then all the monologues of almost any other movie ever made. Much has been made about the films political significance, looking at France Spain with a withering eye. But what first grabbed me when I saw it (besides the inconceivable beauty) was how truly it had captured what it is like to be a sibling, especially ones with that exact age difference. The relationship between Ana and Isabel is almost exactly what my relationship with my brother was like at that age. Being the oldest, I would fill his head with fanciful lies and play practical jokes that were perhaps cruel in retrospect. But there was always a central unbreakable bond between us that was almost spiritual. Watching Spirit of the Beehive brought up all these memories that I have never seen raised by any other movie to show what it is like to be a brother or sister. Most movies either simply take the "sibling rivalry" rout or show them as being the best of friends. In my experience it's a far more deep and complex relationship than that, and Spirit of the Beehive is the only film to realize it. But even if you are an only child, this is an absolute must-see movie in the truest sense of the term, there are so many layers of truth and beauty that you are depriving yourself if you don't see it. If you have not seen it, see it right now.

Targets

What happened to Peter Bogdanovich? More importantly, what happened to Peter Bogdanovich's reputation? I've only seen his first few films, Targets, The Last Picture Show, Directed by John Ford, and What's Up Doc and they all range from "very charming" to "balls-t0-the-wall-brilliant." Targets is one of the later. Every frame of this movie is filled with a sense of loss of a world perhaps half imaginend, a fear of the violence and uncertainty of today. The film takes two stories, one of Bogdanovich himself playing a director trying to lull old horror star Byron Orlok (Boris Karloff at the very top of his game) out of retirement. Meanwhile all-american kid Bobby Thompson goes on a shooting spree for no reason at all. From 1968, the same year of Night of the Living Dead, Bogdanovich also crafts a purely modern horror film, that taps into uncertainty about where the nation is going. Many of Bogdanovich's films serve as eulogies for the past, but Targets is unique in serving as an explicit critique of the future.


The Unknown

I think that Lon Chaney is one of the greatest screen actors of all time, not just of "horror" or "silent" actors. He presents a kind of serenity and projects sympathy even when he is plotting to rip a rival lover's arms from their sockets. In
The Unknown Chaney plays a criminal who is identifiable by his two thumbs on his right hand, and so hides as a armless sword thrower at a local circus. He there falls in love with the gypsy Esmerelda (Joan Crawford!) who has a strange psycho-sexual aversion to arms. Known for his sometimes masochistic makeup, Chaney has an amazing know-how of the human body and knows how to use it to get just the right reaction. Credit also belongs to Tod Browning. Browning's camera is never as expressive as, say, Murnau's or Whales', but that's not his aim. There's an intensity in Browning's compositions, at times an unfixed gaze that scrutinizes but never judges the characters within. Browning, a former circus person himself, is investigating these characters, not exploiting them.


Village of the Damned

1960 seems to be a very important year for horror pictures worldwide. We have the quantum leap of Psycho and Peeping Tom which looked forward to a new era of a more psychological and violent approach to horror. House of Usher which ushered in a new wave of gothic horror, especially where Vincent Price was involved. And in Italy we have Black Sunday, which announced Mario Bava as a major figure and led to the creation of the Giallo genre. All of this spelled the death of the sci-fi infused horror that had been prevalent for the past decade or so. Village of the Damned is, to me, the last great movie of this era. Scripted and directed with finesse by the amazingly named Wolf Rilla, Village of the damned concerns the typical alien invaders here presented as invading using our children. Like many from this genre, the enemy can be easily taken as some kind of convoluted metaphor for communism, but the real strength of the movie lies in
tapping into some basic fear of children with too much power and too calm an attitude (see also the "It's a Good Life" episode of The Twilight Zone). For me a scene where so many uniform children have their eyes glow an unearthly light and compel a hard-working Englishman to put a gun up to his neck and pull the trigger.


Written on the Wind

Douglas Sirk commands rabid admiration from his followers. All That Heaven Allows alone has been re-imagined by both R.W Fassbinder (Ali: Fear Eats the Soul) and Todd Haynes (Far From Heaven). I'm beginning to see his influence everywhere, from Almodovar to the great television series Mad Men (am I the only one who sees this?). But lost to many of the criticism of him has been that he was a wonderful social critic to be sure, but if you took ever drop of social criticism away you would still have some of the greatest American movies ever made. Melodrama, unlike Thrillers, Westerns or even Horror, have not truly been legitimized by the critical establishment, not allowed to exist by themselves. Written on the Wind has so much to say about about class in America, but it says it with such force of feeling and through such fantastic sequences(I'm thinking specifically about the genius editing in between Dorothy Malone's drunken dancing with the death of her father, all done to the sound of frenzied jazz). Sirk is a master of all aspects of filmmaking, from the editing to the lighting to the composition to the acting (yes Virginia, Rock Hudson can act) and uses all those elements to create such a wonderful tapestry of emotion that it would be a shame to just file it under a kind of intentional camp.


X-2

There really aren't that many films that begin with the letter X are there? I'm not a big fan of Brian Singer's work as a whole,
The Usual Suspects was a nice little post-Tarentino thriller, but not worth the kind of obsessive conversations that go on in some corners. X-Men was a mediocre superhero movie in retrospect, the excitement at the time more due to a big budget superhero film existing again more than anything else. X-2 was similarly over-hyped to the heavens after it was released, but it still remains the obvious better of the three films so far. Ian McKellen's and Patrick Stewart's interplay is sharp, and the addition of Brian Cox as William Stryker was a great move. The film improves on the lackluster fighting scenes of the first and tries to say something interesting about the state of prejudice in this country. Evan after all that however, this is still just a solid action movie, nothing more and nothing less.


Young Frankenstein

I loved both Frankenstein and Blazzing Saddles as a child, so the fact that they were combined was just about the best thing ever for me. Thankfully, Young Frankenstein holds up very well today, reminding us of that time when Mel Brooks was still a major comedic mind. He never mastered filmmaking beyond the basics (though I would argue that he's at his best here) but he keeps the jokes, sometimes corny, sometimes brilliant, often both, coming fast and furious. And of course we have classic appearances by Gene Wilder, Peter Boyle, Marty Feldman and Cloris Leachman. Try as I might to intellectualize it, I can't explain why "putting on the Ritz" is so funny in the monster's voice, why Frahn-ken-SHTEEN/EYE-gor makes me laugh every single damn time, but it does. It was very surprising when I finally saw Son of Frankenstein last year how many of the elements are directly parodied, and how much better those parodies are once you realize Inspector Kemp is most definintly referring to an actual character.


Zoolander

It's disconcerting how good Ben Stiller can be when he is directing his own material. After years of movies like Meet the Fockers and Night at the Museum it's hard to remember that The Ben Stiller Show was one of the best shows of the '90s. I think that Stiller has been fundamentally miscast as the flabergast straight man ever since There's Something About Mary hit the box office when in reality he is much better suited to the oblivious caricature. And Derek Zoolander is the ultimate oblivious caricature. Detractors may say that Zoolander is simply a series of vapid statements and situations, but what they fail to realize that it is a series of really funny vapid statements and situations. Stiller's not a bad directer either, the whole film is filled with bright colors and interesting compositions. I get the feeling that Stiller understands the importance of visuals in comedy like very few other mainstream comedians or directors.




10 comments:

Marilyn said...

This is a great list, and you encapsulate well why these films mean something important to you. I, too, am obsessed with some of the films on this list, including Targets, and wow, I haven't thought about Papillon in years! Congratulations on a very thoughtful contribution to this meme.

bill r. said...

I hate that you're in your early 20s and appear to be more film literate than me. I hate you, Krauthammer!

Good call on Apocalypto and Village of the Damned. And the only reason I didn't pick Targets for my list is because I feel like I've already talked about it enough. I do love that film, though.

Fox said...

Krauthammer-

I'm excited like a fanboy that you included The Bigamist on your list. I can see why Lupino's film was kind of elbowed aside back in the day, but the fact that it remains largely ignored to this day is a tragedy to me.

Sure, technically it's imperfect, but a great film nonetheless.

Krauthammer said...

Marilyn: Thank you very much, I was worried that It might have been too long when I first posted it, but even if I get a bit grandiloquent at times, I'm at least proud of my selection. And yes, Targets is definitely obsession worthy.

bill r: I'm actually 18, but who's counting? I'm glad someone else here likes Apocalypto, it's not exactly a fashinable film to praise.
And how about that Targets huh?

Fox: When I scanning through The Bigamist to search for a good screengrab I was surprised how great technically great it was. Lupino sure had the chops, and it's a tragedy that she never developed the cult of a Don Siegal or Douglas Sirk or Edgar G. Ulmer.

bill r. said...

I hate you, Krauthammer!

Apocalypto gets a really bad rap because too many people mistakenly believe that violence gives Mel Gibson a boner, but that thing is pure visual storytelling.

Krauthammer said...

but that thing is pure visual storytelling.

Absolutely! But the only people who seem to agree with us are Quentin Tarantino and Armond White.

bill r. said...

And Robert Duvall! What did Tarantino say about it? I'll bet he makes a good case for the film.

And I've agreed with Armond White in the past, and I expect I'll agree with him again in the future. I still think he has a mental disroder, however.

Krauthammer said...

I forgot about Duvall! There's another for our side.

I learned about Tarentino's love of the movie through some random interview where he casually mentioned it as being one of the greatest works of cinema of the millennium or something.

And the thing with Armond White is that even when you agree with him, he is coming from such a different place, with such an explicit agenda, that it actually kinda embarrasses me when he defends something I feel I have to defend, especially because it feels that he has to tear down someone to bring something else up.

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