Things that go bump

Solid 1970s era chiller with the late, great George C. Scott (yes, Patton) in the featured role. Scott plays a grieving widower who thinks a change of scenery -- moving from NYC to Seattle -- will help his condition. Think, again. He has the bad fortune to get leased a creepy "Victorian" mansion that just, well, LOOKS haunted. The rest, as they say, is story and character development.

I love that this analog fright fest uses completely conventional SFX and heavily relies on atmosphere, sound effects and just simply the creepiness of the house itself to establish the scare factor here. Backstory is that a little boy may have been murdered in the house early in the Century and his spirit most definitely is NOT at rest.

Scott's performance is a slow burn revelation, as he devolves from self-assured piano playing intellectual to amateur Ghost Hunter. The story evolves from him just solo dealing with the Ghost to, eventually, a whole team of parapsychic researchers (he'll try anything at this point) and then eventually involves taking down a sitting US Senator.

Great stuff.

Now, the digital file on Amazon has some strange stuff going on with it. Either the print was not done correctly, and that causes some very strange delays or jitters in scenes with slow moving motion in them -- especially camera pans -- or that technique was actually intentional on the part of director Peter Medak and his DP. Not sure. It doesn't ruin the overall enjoyment of the film.

You only fly once

I returned to this "late Connery" Bond film after recently hearing the beautiful Leslie Bricuse theme music - and then having it in my head for way too long. I have recently been reading and talking with Internet film "critics" about how powerful a good film score can be and Twice's is no exception. Especially as the vocal version is sung by the great Nancy Sinatra.

But, the film itself is quite good. As others have noted, this is toward the end of Connery's second stint as Bond, and both he and the filmmakers are very sure-handed with the story, casting, direction and much else. But really the star of the show here is the extraordinary location photography in Japan. I have never (yet) visited that amazing country, but after watching this film I feel kind of like I have. From the close-in, and great car chase scenes in Tokyo to the truly unique helicopter aerial fight sequence over the slopes of a coastal island Twice takes the viewer on a travelogue of late-60s Japan all the while following the story's through line effectively.

Plot is typically simple Bond. A bald-headed baddie, played in a scenery chewing performance by the late, great Donald Pleasance, is snatching US and Russian spacecraft out of their orbits around the Earth and, for some reason that is never really explained, bringing them back to an underground lair off the coast of Japan. Yep, that's the Bond film plot, in a nutshell.

The set piece at the end of the film where Ninjas, lead by the mysterious head of Japan’s Secret Service, a bikini-clad Japanese MI6 operative and, of course Bond is one of the best closing battles of any Bond film. Watch the Ninja’s descending into the underground lair using ropes and shooting as they descend. Impossible to believe, but still great fun.

Not that plot ever really matters in a Bond film, because it is more about the suave, well-tailored titular Spy himself -- and who better ever played Bond than Connery? -- along with, natch, the gorgeous ladies, cool gadgets and great chase scenes. I realize it is a bit sexist to buy in to the Bond-as-alpha-male flirting with assorted female boy toys but hey, it was what pop culture was doing at the time. One truly odd scene at the opening of the film has Bond in bed with a Chinese woman in Hong Kong, uttering the truly bizarre line "Chinese women just taste different." Wow.

Come for the scenery, stay for Connery and the chase scenes. And the bikini clad female spies, or the underwear wearing spa attendants. OK, OK. I’ll stop ;-)

Iron Man: still one of the best MCU films, IMHO

I find myself vacillating between loving Robert Downey, Jr. and his too-cool-for-school screen persona -- especially as Tony Stark in the MCU -- and hating it. But I have to say here, in the original UR-MCU film (well, quasi-UR) it works.

I say this because either the older films involve more character development, or the "first" film in each Hero's "cycle" does, Tony is really main event here. We know Downey, Jr, can act, but can he fly? Heck, yes he can, with an improbable assemblage of impossible tech that will never be invented. But, as Coleridge would say, so long as we have the "willing suspension of disbelief" who cares.

Ironman is just good, clean fun. Basic plot is, Herr Stark gets captured by vaguely Middle Eastern baddies in a hubristic ride-along with troops and has to build said improbable tech (Beta Version) to, literally, kick butt and fly away to safety. That is really the main plot element, the rest is the classic Superhero origin story, struggling to learn the wonders, and challenges of his newly-acquired superpower(s) while fending off a jealous Bad Guy.

In this case, Bad Guy number one in the Iron Man cycle is played by one of our best actors, Jeff Bridges. Although, I would say he is almost, but not entirely wasted here, as he doesn't get hardly any opportunity to emote the way Downey does. But, this leads me to another of Ironman's virtues, casting. There is an A-list of great actors here, including the wonderful Gwynneth Paltrow who nearly steals the show defining her MCU-constant role as Pepper Potts, and the great Terence Howard as Tony's vague defense department liaison (what?). On and off through the many films, and billions in revenue that the MCU has generated, casting has many times been a strong suit, and perhaps that was established here.

Great SFX and a breezy story line -- Ironman clocks in at just over two hours, which is a real accomplishment in the MCU -- aside, Downey's excellent portrayal is really Ironman's guilty pleasure. He manages cocky arrogance in the First Reel, somewhat humbled pathos in the second, and growing confidence combined with true struggle in the third, as he tries, fails and tries again to develop the tech that is his "superpower".

Great stuff, and a milestone that the MCU should return if and when it inevitably looses its way. Oops, too late.

Uneasy is the head

Wow. OK. Gojira has had a tough slog at the movies (US, style) in recent decades. The Emmerich twins took a shot at it, and missed. More recently Bryan Cranston played crazy scientist in somewhat better recent take. Good but not great, many thought.

Then there is this mess. I really wanted to like "King of the Monsters" since it seemed like a natural follow on to the Cranston effort. But, maybe they could have taken baby steps, and done a Mothra or Rodan flick, first? But no, they had to bite off the full Avengers-style, the-gangs-all-here thing. And, therein lies the flub, to coin a phrase.

From its opening set-piece, involving a confusing visit to one of Monarch's many monitoring station thingys around the world, "King" moves breathlessly from one monster to the next, as they awaken, and tries to tie all of the madness together with two parallel story-lines. First, is the family story line involving the great Vera Farmiga (wasted here, IMHO) and the other a monster story line involving a three-headed beast trying to unseat our pal, Gojira as, well "King of the Monsters".

Meh. Too much action, too little thought on the story line and some terrible dialogue all add up to a disappointing result. The visuals are pretty spectacular, and the pace relentless. But, to what end?

Oh, the next Gojira film in the "GCU, Godzilla Cinematic Universe", not doubt.

Bad Timing (Roeg) in space?

Like many reviewers, I do pay attention to what is written by others, prior to watching a film. In this case, that was a good idea. I have rarely seen a film (at least on Amazon Video) that had such strong negative, and positive reviews. I do have to say, after watching this gritty "sci fi" film from French filmmaker Claire Denis, I side with those who liked it.

Now, I say that, agreeing somewhat with the idea that one has to take (some) French filmmakers with a grain of art-for-art's-sake salt. On the other hand, I don't agree that one is a Philistine if one doesn't like this film, doesn't care for Denis or French film in general. It is nothing, if not an acquired taste.

Make no mistake, "High Life" is hard to watch. Much is implied in its 'fractured time' narrative structure where flashbacks to previous occurrences take up progressively more and more of the real time present of the film, but much is also not clear. What is implied is that the interstellar spaceship carries a group of hardened criminals from Earth, and that strange experiments are being conducted on them, in space, by a cooly evil and sexually starved "Doctor," played effectively by Juliette Binoche. What is not clear is why these experiments are being conducted, what happened on Earth. Well, a lot is not clear.

And therein lies the rub, as the Bard would say. If you like ambiguity you will love "High Life", If you want your narratives, plot, characters, etc. straightforward, you probably won't. This film, for some reason, reminded me of Nicholas Roeg's "Eureka" in its relative impenetrability. Or perhaps Roeg's "Bad Timing: A Sensual Obsession" in its deconstruction of Human Sexuality. Roeg has been vilified by critics and divided audiences in a similar manner that here Denis' film does.

And the debate about whether this is really a Sci Fi film is rather hilarious. Many Sci Fi fans reserve the right to decide what is, and what is not Sci Fi, while others agree that there are many differing types of the genre called Sci Fi. I think, in some respects, Denis is having us on, as the brits say, by using the Sci Fi form as a way to tell a larger, more difficult-to-palate story than most Sci Fi attempts to do.

The main narrative arc (pun intended) of “High Life” is a spaceship hurtling toward a Black Hole, and the ultimate experiment being some passengers taking the ship’s landing craft to try to cross the Event Horizon to determine whether it is possible to survive such a journey. Denis uses that through line, if you will, as a kind of laundry line upon which she hangs the more meaningful questions posed in High-Life. For example, if we could, would we send convicted prisoners into outer space and conduct experiments on the,? If we did that, would they survive, and more importantly, what would happen to their sexual appetite and drive?

Perhaps most importantly, if they had children, what would those children be like, and what would happen to them? While High-Life doesn’t answer these questions, it poses them in a film whose no-frills technique – the SFX remind me of 1970s era greats, like The Black Hole and Silent Running – succeeds despite itself.

You might like it, or you might not. You won’t know until you try.

It's not Marvel, it's Mar Vell

All I could think about while watching this solid entry in the MCU was the lyric from Outkast "so fresh and so clean clean." I wouldn't call this female-forward entry exactly a re-boot -- after all, it is not a Big Event Avengers movie, with a capital "A" -- but would call it a refreshing take on the 'Chapter 1' films that each character has gotten.

Not the extravagance and heavy philosophical trip that was the first Doctor Strange, but not as relatively light (pun intended) as Ant-Man, Captain Marvel I think strikes just the right chord. And, speaking of music, apparently the MCU is now surveying the decades: where Guardians of the Galaxy brought us back 70s Top 40, the playlist for Captain is, natch, decade-appropriate for a movie set in 1995. Tracks by Garbage, No Doubt and other female-fronted acts seem well matched to the subject matter here. Carol Danvers is "just a girl in the world" but, once she, in typical super-hero fashion, unleashes her powers, that is most certainly not "'all that (they) will let (her) be."

Note: the scene/music video where the fully-fleshed Captain Marvel kicks some Kree butt to the tune of the afore-mentioned No Doubt song is really marvelous.

I read a lot of highbrow film criticism and I know that, while critics take the MCU seriously, they are also pretty exhausted by its, well, corporate-ness. They bemoan the fact that, especially under Disney, it seems to have become something of a monster money machine, replicating itself seemingly for the main purpose of lining the parent company's coffers. I can't totally disagree, which is why Captain Marvel seems like an accomplishment. Especially as it came out right before the Epic Avengers: Endgame.

Here we have the origin story for one of the most powerful Marvel heroes of all. Starting in the present and both flashing back – through a neat trick of memory fragments – and recovering facts about her past, the film shows the present day “Vers” under the tutelage of her Kree special forces leader, played by the always wonderful Jude Law. Of course their mission will take them to Earth and of course it will involve trying to recover an important power source that if you have been following the complex narrative strands of the MCU plays an essential role in several of the films to date.

A series of plot reversals which I won’t spoil for anyone reading this review gets us to the Central Conflict of Captain Marvel: the Kree attempting to capture and wipe out the “terrorist” Scrolls and recovering the powerful power source. Resolving this, transforming Carol into Captain and having her fully unlock her powers is all accomplished nicely in just over two hours. That economy of story-telling should, itself, be cause for celebration.

Add to that the Oscar-winning Brie Larson who seems to really be enjoying herself, along with the usual cast of supporting characters and you have a solid addition to the MCU. Or just fun popcorn movie. Take your pick.

"Rebecca" and "My Cousin Rachel" it is not

I really wanted to like Jamaica Inn, considering that: 1) its Hitch; and 2) the source material is Daphne DuMarier. But, sadly, my second time watching this, Hitch's "last British film" my main reaction was Meh.

I guess I am not as much of a Film Classics expert as i would like to think myself. This is considered by many to be a Classic, and I guess if you really watch a lot of British films from the 30s and 40s, the over-acting and excessively stylized lighting, etc. makes sense. But, after just watching Hitchcock's next DuMarier entrant, Rebecca, and also the under-appreciated My Cousin Rachel i couldn't help but wonder what all the fuss is about Jamaica Inn.

I mean it is good, even great in some places. But, it is also kind of strange. I spent some time with the Criterion Collection DVD Extras for Rebecca, and learned that there was quite a lot of friction between David O. Selznick and Hitch over the initial treatment for Rebecca. Apparently Hitch and his writers wanted to do a lot of free adaptation, including having the opening scene take place on an ocean liner, where "I" and DeWinter actually meet before they spend time in Monte Carlo.

Maybe that explains what is going on here, where a pretty creepy, Gothic story about murderous "ship wreckers" on the Cornish coast is given touches of almost comic relief. The inimitable Charles Laughton, who could play comedy and drama equally deftly, seems to not be sure whether his Squire is a buffoon, or a murderous rich man. One of the early scenes in his dining hall plays like a combination of Downton Abbey and the Mira Nair Vanity Fair. And either the actor playing the "quasi-evil" (to coin a phrase) Jess doesn't seem to know whether to play the character slightly insane, or that was how the character was written. I haven't read the book, so I don't know.

The one really solid, positive point for Jamaica is the great Maureen O'Hara who, here is in her debut role, if you can believe it. But, actors and actresses have killed it in their debuts, as Audrey Hepburn and many others have shown. Weirdly, O'Hara's character falls for one of the smugglers who turns out to be a law enforcement agent (because that makes sense) and their relationship almost makes sense.

Almost.