Sunday, January 1 1995
The spirit of world class schlock-horror promoter William Castle was in the theater recently, during a preview screening of Pitch Black, as flashlights were given to a number of audience members.
Where the story of Pollock's life gets, at least to me, most interesting, and where the film 'Pollock' becomes most engaging, is in the connected story of the artist's wife, Lee Krasner.
What happens when you find yourself watching an ostensibly 'gay movie' in which only one gay character appears, and in a secondary role?"
Price of Glory opens with a boxing match in Phoenix, Arizona, 1977. While the mostly Mexican/Latino ringside crowd yells and hoots, a young man takes a terrible beating. His trainer urges him on, his face is bruised and panicked, and the scene lurches into that boxing film cliche, the eight-frames-per-second knock-out punch: his jaw contorts, his blood flies, and he hits the floor.
There is no doubt that future generations will benefit from Epstein and Friedman's efforts to preserve on film, in one survivor's words, 'uncomfortable memories' that history has almost completely erased.
...reminds us that we may not be the end product of some divine plan, or necessarily very important to the universe.
Where 'Run, Lola, Run' was fast and urgent, 'The Princess and the Warrior' is deliberate, almost meditative. Still, the two movies share common, provocative ideas about fate and passion, the nature of time and the rhythms of life.
Nick Cave's The Proposition blends equal parts Walkabout and Sergio Leone's grim atmospherics to illustrate the brutality of imperialism.
By far, the best Pokémon battle in the film is between Ash's sidekick Misty (Rachael Lillis) and the orphaned Molly: in 'Pokémon 3' girls can kick ass too.
A movie which states that it is the first movie spells doom in my mind. I shudder at the thought of several sequels to this flick. (Why, exactly, can't everything Pokemon fit into one movie?) But, in part because the title refers to Mewtwo, a name indecipherable to anyone over ten, I realize I had better accept the fact that this may be a generational shift. Even more clearly, I see it is a fad that won't die soon and decide to brush up on my Poke-vocabulary.
If we believe all that Philip Kaufman's 'Quills' has to tell us about the man, Sade is much more than a randy aristocrat -- he is a champion of free speech and artistic integrity.
In On the Line, Kev (Lance Bass) is bland as can be, an unfortunate condition for a romantic lead.
Initially a rather deft and timely exploration of the human consequences of the politics and business of drugs, by the end, 'Our Lady of the Assassins' is content merely to linger on the spectacle and eroticization of casual violence.