These are my notes to remember what I watched and kinda what I thought about it. I’ve recently transferred my reviews to IMDb and made the list of over 900 ratings publicly available. I’ve included the individual ratings with my notes for each movie. These ratings are not absolutely comparable to each other—I rate the film on how well it suited me for the genre and my mood. YMMV.
This is a decent farce action/adventure through several countries with the action team of Jackie Chan and Michelle Yeoh, both very young (it was 20 years ago). There’s a lot more gunplay and a lot less slapstick fighting than I’d expect in a Jackie Chan movie.
The best scene so far is actually where the Buster Keaton-esque side of Chan comes out: he’s trying to keep away from his girlfriend (Maggie Cheung) while on an undercover mission at a spa—but she sees him with Yeoh and is on the hunt. The scene is way too short and devolves into a typically stupid scene in which Cheung has to be reminded 12 times that Chan is undercover, as if it’s never happened before (in Police Story I and II presumably). Yeoh’s outfit is the height of 80s/90s ugliness.
I saw it in Cantonese and some Mandarin as well as a few lines of English (bizarrely, some of the high-level police meetings in China as well as a trial in Malaysia were in English). Not really recommended; there are better Jackie Chan movies out there. There are better Michelle Yeoh movies out there. Unfortunately, I think this is the only one with both of them together—and the final battle is decent. And, as always, the outtakes during the credits show just how much real effort and pain and stunts are involved: MIchelle Yeoh falls out of a car moving down the highway.
This is the story of a Japanese businessman who signs up for a year-long program of “surprise” domination. For one year, a dominatrix can appear out of nowhere and start in on him. Not knowing when is part of the pleasure. The settings and visuals are quite surreal: we see one such episode play out, then we see a flashback to when he signed up for the plan, where he rides a carousel in the middle of a multi-level round room, with dominatrixes in little niches all along the walls. The movie plays with color palettes, going from nearly black & white to very sepia-toned scenes in his office, to even more sepia in the restaurant. The switching palettes reminded me a bit of The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover. From the washed-out palette and the overall look and feel of the scenes, it’s hard imagine that this movie was really made in 2013.
It’s actually a comedy: the scene in the sushi bar where the dominatrix shows up and smashes all of his sushi before he can eat it is quite hilarious. I’m not quite getting the weird effect where his eyes go all black and ominous music plays after each humiliation. Is this the movie’s way of showing his pleasure? At any rate, the story unfolds that his wife has been in a coma for 3 years. When he sees his father-in-law lamenting his comatose daughter, it depresses him—and then he’s further depressed when an absolutely awesome dominatrix attack fails to trigger his … pleasure reaction. Now he can draw no “joy” from life at all, nothing to distract him from his boring job and his all-but-dead wife.
The absolutely best part is how all of the passersby in the movie pretty much ignores the sometimes very public attacks. When he wants to back out of the contract because it’s no longer working for him? Too bad, buddy. When a dominatrix shows up in the hospital room with his wife, he’s upset—but then he finds his mojo again, which upsets him even more. Not unexpectedly, he needs ever-increasing levels of humiliation to “hit the spot” as the Queen of Voices puts it. The handoff from her to the Queen of Saliva is not a scene for everyone. She dances around, mixes frozen cocktails to add flavor—all while he’s trussed on the floor and his young son is trussed up in a swing, also bound and gagged. The Queen of Saliva expires when her girth proves too much for the railing and she falls from the second floor to her death.
The S&M organization wants to take revenge for what they are calling her murder. After showing several people sitting around in what looks like a hospital lounge, we discover that those people are somehow involved with the filming and things get meta. They discuss how the 100-year–old director could possibly make a movie that weird, then head back in to watch more. Then things get weird: the Queen of Gobbling takes out his comatose wife, the CEO of the S&M organization shows up and rages. Then she leads a full-on battle against Katayama, with him blowing up her ninja army with a briefcase full of grenades he found. The penultimate minutes are spent in a very good montage and then we go utterly off the rails just before the credits. No idea what the intended symbolism was. The first half was much more amusing, to be honest. Saw it in Japanese with English subtitles.
Jack Nicholson plays a private detective hired by Faye Dunaway to find out if her husband is cheating on her. Her husband is the chief engineer of the power authority in California. It’s the middle of a drought[1] and Nicholson is soon embroiled in a much larger drama than an affair. Roman Polanski directed it and his imprimatur is immediately obvious in the lurid photos Nicholson shows to another customer in the first seconds of the film. Plus, about 1/3 of the way through the movie, Polanski shows up in a cameo, a small speaking role. Nicholson oozes, as always, a somewhat threatening charm.
The film is set at the beginning of the 20th century, so everyone is dressed to the nines all the time—even on an all-night stakeout in the dunes at the California shore, Nicholson wears a three-piece suit and still looks as sharp as ever the next morning. Did they really wear suits and ties when boating on a lake in a park? Two guys in a boat? That was innocuous? Nicholson’s pin-neat appearance devolves over the film as his nose is cut, his sunglasses shattered, and he’s otherwise beaten up, but he is unflappable in his professionalism. The suit, though? Unwrinkled. As he learns more and more and is more and more sure of himself, his appearance improves again.
This movie has aged extremely well: the cinematography and pacing are great for a thriller. The outdoor scenes are lush and beautifully lit—I’m thinking of the scene outside in the riverbed. Otherwise, the time period of the movie provides nice atmosphere: there are so many things that they do that we don’t do anymore. For example, when Nicholson goes to the hall of records: the records are public and can be read by anyone, but they can’t be checked out, you can’t make copies (no copier), you can’t take pictures (no cell-phone, no camera), so Gittes has to ask for a ruler, so he can cleanly rip out a page from one of the books. Also, there are no security cameras to catch him in the act.
Faye Dunaway and Jack Nicholson are great. The story is quite good with interesting plot twists. Still not sure why it’s called Chinatown, other than that Gittes used to work there. Unless it’s meant to be ironic—the crimes had nothing to do with the Chinese and everything to do with rich, white people with cavalier attitudes toward genetics. “She’s my sister! She’s my daughter!” Recommended.
This is a Prohibition-era film about a moonshining family starring Tom Hardy, Shia Lebeouf, and Jason Clarke whose control is challenged by city-slicker and special deputy Charlie Rakes, played in deep cover by Guy Pearce—I barely recognized him, he’d changed himself so much from the wise-cracking soldier in Lockout. But I did see echoes of his character Felicia from The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Jessica Chastain and Mia Wasikowska were the love interests. They all played quite well and made what could have been a bad movie a relatively riveting one instead.
The movie moves at a stately pace, appropriate for the setting and the time (1917 or thereabouts). The story is based on real people and based on the autobiography of one of the brothers, Jack, I believe. Not the immortal one, Forrest, played by Tom Hardy. Lebeouf played very well and is a consummate actor. but Hardy’s mumbling, stolid juggernaut was really well-played as well. He contrasted well to the ticking time bomb of Charlie Rakes, played by Pearce.
This movie is about the end-days of the Mayan kingdom and tells the tale of the powerful Mayans as they hunt through the jungle, brutally attacking local tribes for slaves and sacrifices. It starts by depicting the life of one such tribe. They appear to be primitive and quite brutal—until the Mayans show up and show us what brutality really is. Bodies are littered everywhere—children are left behind to starve. The huts are burned. Kind of like My Lai.
I’ve no idea how historically accurate this movie is: nearly everyone has tattoos and piercings everywhere. Wherever they’re not pierced, they’re scarred or painted or hennaed. Hairdos are very elaborate. People are painted white or blue. In the Mayan city, there’s this one guy covered in tarantulas while behind him are dozens of iguanas or chameleons hanging by their tails, still alive. They seem to have no honor, no principles, no kindness—just brutality. The mass grave beyond the field of sport is hard to believe; any even somewhat-advanced tribe/civilization would not allow such putrefaction near their cities and fields.
Jaguar Paw goes full Rambo in the end—poisoning them slowly with hornets, then quickly with frog-poison darts. The ending gets it an extra star: the point is nicely made that, should you think that this was the height of brutality, the Spanish galleons in the harbor are there to prove you wrong. Well-made, incredibly brutal. Not for everyone.
Miyazaki’s last film, hand-drawn. Unbelievably gorgeous, detailed, ambitious. Everything is in motion, every detail crisp, every animation fully realized. The wind is constantly blowing, the grass waving, small bits of detritus flying through the air, waves crashing, smoke blowing, people milling, clothes rippling. Where there is fire, there is destruction, buildings sagging under their own weight, windows shattered, pillars and joists sticking out, cracked and broken, masonry crumbling and falling. The flames wave about as the firehoses spray inadequate water, leaks springing all along the hose, rivulets coming together to cascade down the majestic front steps of the university. The waters reflect buildings and trees as the train races along its track.
This is the story of Jirô Horikoshi, the boy who started with dreams of making beautiful planes as an aeronautical engineer and ended up designing planes for the Japanese air force. It is, of course, set in and around WWII. It is, of course, about the fire-bombing of Tokyo. The war is, of course, represented as a supernatural monster that consumes everything. These metaphorical concepts are, of course, wonderfully and intuitively and movingly brought to screen.
The movie is not without social critique, mostly of Japan: Horikoshi’s colleague says “Poor countries want to buy aeroplanes and pay us lots of money to design them.” and “In order to work hard at the office, one needs a family at home. Strange, no?” When they travel to Germany, the engineers on both sides speak and understand both German and Japanese; I wonder if that’s really how it was? The movie is about pride and jealousy, technology, science, advancement, the clash of cultures, the backwardness of Japan, the supposed advanced state of Germany, with their Schubert and heating registers instead of fires. The contrast in the end between the joy of engineering and horrific purpose to which the planes were put is depicted nicely. A bit long, but recommended.[2]
Yeah, that’s right. I gave it a ten. I debated it, because it’s probably a nine (but a solid nine) but dammit it was a very solid movie from start to finish. I might drop it to a nine on re-viewing, but then again, maybe not. It has a great story that nicely dovetailed with what we’d already learned in the other movies and presented new information and characters and worlds in the same exciting way that A New Hope had done. In many ways, it was a soft reboot of A New Hope but that was more than fine with me.
Watching this movie felt like the first time I picked up a Terry Pratchett novel after nearly having given up all hope that Douglas Adams would ever write another book. It gets an extra star because it failed to disappoint. It gets another one on top of that because it was actually better than the originals in some ways. It was definitely better than Return of the Jedi. This is a great space opera with some old characters and some new—and the new ones are really good.
Some spoilers ahead, but not too bad. I saw this movie with absolutely no preparation and no idea what was in it, except for a vague notion that (A) a girl/woman played the main role, (B) there was a black stormtrooper in it and (C) Han Solo and Chewbacca were back. The re-introduction of the Millenium Falcon was perfect—c’mon, it’s everyone’s favorite ship. The parallel between the planet Jakku in this film and Tatooine in the first was welcome: the shot of the multi-sun system was nostalgic. The Angkor Wat-like temple where the new smuggler’s bar resided was a mix of Jabba’s temple and the old Cantina.
The story felt retold, but in a good way. Like the circle of time comes around, history repeats itself, etc. It could have been hackneyed, but I felt it was not. Director Abrams showed us the parallel and let us do with it what we wanted, rather than placing a character in front of to tell us what we should be seeing. It’s a smart movie in that regard, not playing down to a dumb crowd.[3] And it’s truly funny—lots of appropriate one-liners and in-jokes and more modern jokes. Like when Lo Ren hulks out on his communications console…or when he hulks out a second time and we see the two stormtroopers just … walk away. The stormtroopers, while not the stars of the movie, are definitely more in the foreground. Their own clichés are celebrated—like a couple of scenes where they really couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. Very funny and warmly nostalgic at the same time. The writers really struck a balance and made a great film.
I expected a rollicking, funny space opera and that’s what I got. You know how sometimes a movie has such jarring moments that it throws you out of the moment and the mood? That didn’t happen. You know how sometimes you really enjoy a movie while watching it, then it falls apart immediately afterwards on reflection? That didn’t happen either. You know how sometimes you wake up the next morning and think “meh”? Also didn’t happen.[4]
Go into this one one with open eyes—eyes from which the stain of The Phantom Menace has been washed—and you will love it. Highly recommended. Saw in in 3D and in English with German and French subtitles[5].
This is a bizarre Mexican western, full of symbolism. It starts off with a scene of utter slaughter in a village as the mysterious and dark-haired El Topo (Spanish for “the mole” or “the spy”) rides in, clad all in black leather in the hot sun, with a blue-eyed, blond-haired young boy clad only in a moccasins and a wide-brimmed hat riding behind him. A grinding/grating noise pounds through the whole scene—it is uncertain whether it is the sound of hangman’s ropes grinding or an animal in pain or something else. The next scene wordlessly introduces 3 weirdos—one makes love to a figure of a woman he outlined with dried beans on a rock, another kisses women’s shoes then shoots them off of rocks, etc. They see that El Topo has looted jewelry from the village and ride off to rob him. They meet—again with a grating sound in the background, this time goats bleating.
Is this a Mexican-Western homage to The Clockwork Orange? The next group of criminals—the Colonel and his merry band—have taken over a Franciscan monastery. The monks are forced to act as dance-partners/whores for some of the guys. It’s just one surreal, nearly wordless, deranged and possibly drug- or alcohol-addled scene after another. The standard scenes of depravity are present, with the bad guys portrayed by Mexicans and the monks, the woman, El Topo and the little boy (still no clothes for him) portrayed by blond-haired, blue-eyed actors.
There is method to the madness, but it’s a cruel and at-times senseless film that thinks it’s more profound that it is. This movie has the production quality and the cast of a 70s porno—with more kids and way more six-shooters.
Like what’s up with the corral with the hundreds of rabbits that have no clear food source? Speaking of food sources…there don’t seem to be any for anyone. Topo wins against all the masters then asks God “why have you forsaken me?” in a pretty heavy-handed Jesus reference. But we’re not done yet: next the two ladies shoot all the stigmata into him before entering into a sapphic tryst. The final chapter is the easiest to understand, although it starts really, really strangely: El Topo wakes to find himself among a colony of freaks and outcasts buried in a mountain. He’s determined to dig a tunnel to the village outside. The village, however, is an evil place, rife with decadence and slavery. Why even dig? And so on. Utterly disconnected from all that went before.
Symbolic movies can be good—for example, Oh Brother Where Art Thou? is good even if you have no idea it’s based on The Odyssey. Maybe I’m just tired of pretentious pseudo-Christian symbology. Not recommended.