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Who can keep track of any of this stuff? Well, we can. Or, at least, we try. Not to worry, though: There were plenty of great movies waiting to take their place…we just had to dig them up. Watch on Amazon Prime.
But the four men are Sam Cooke, Cassius Clay, Jim Brown, and most of all Malcolm X; the town is actually the Magic City; and the specific evening is February 25,when heavyweight boxing champion Sonny Liston crossed gloves with Clay and lost his title in an upset. Alienafter all, is tension as narrative, violation as a matter of fact: When the crew of the mining spaceship Nostromo is prematurely awakened from cryogenic sleep to attend to a distress call from a seemingly lifeless planetoid, there is no doubt the small cadre of working class grunts and their posh Science Officer Ash Ian Holm will discover nothing but mounting, otherworldly doom.
In Space, no one can hear you scream—because no one is listening. Complex and a bit surreal, it features a particularly phenomenal performance by Jimmy Stewart, who shucks his aw-shucks good guy persona to become an icy, neurotic, and haunted ex-detective with a serious obsession with the enigmatic Kim Novak. The director takes viewers on a journey of the life of Edward Bloom, an ordinary man who through his own storytelling has lived an extraordinary life.
In just two hours Burton addresses death, infidelity and the feelings of estrangement with ease, but he never loses his sense of fantasy. By the end of the movie, Burton has you seeing magic in even the most mundane events and believing in the impossible. Year: Director: M. Strange things begin occurring on the farm: complex crop circles, footsteps on the roof, aggression from the family dogs.
Soon, the family is in the middle of a full-blown, global alien invasion.
Hitchcock was crystal clear on that. And in the entire canon of Hitchcock films, Rear Window might be the ultimate exemplar of his fascination with the subject. Shot in a single room and almost entirely from the point-of-view of Jeff Jimmy Stewartan injured photographer confined to his apartment, it almost makes the audience feel as though they too have been spying on something.
Brooding and obsessive, the film is a meditation on boundaries and confinement, curiosity and specifically the tipping point where the human hunger for knowledge and understanding meets the appeasement of boredom or flows past that into something prurient and debasing.
Add a stunning, edge-of-your-seat denouement and the killer acting chops of James Stewart and you have a film that deepens and broadens every time you watch it. For his second feature, Lee focuses on the cultural and political rifts—class and lightness of skin color, for example—between African-American youth.
Taking place in historically black Mission College, School Daze is an exuberant yet grounded exploration of how college-educated and non-college-educated African-American youth can turn against one another, only to hopefully find some common ground. Perhaps we should chalk that up to Lee still not having brushed off his film school daze. Chris Evans may have gone on to bigger and better things, but his blisteringly self-effacing performance as a deluded jock in subgenre parody Not Another Teen Movie was an early peak for Captain America.
Raunchy yet sharp, the movie straddles low and high-brow with plenty of success—with a pissed-off Molly Ringwald capping it all in a perfect cameo. And so it is again with Manchester by the Seaa commanding, absorbing work in which the sum of its impact may be greater than any individual scenes.
Here, though, she really pierces the heart: Her character never stopped loving Lee, but her brain told her she had to if she was ever going to move on with her life. Tragedies drop like bombs in Manchester By the Seaand the ripple effects spread out in all directions. But even moreso, the film is a lean action classic, all movement and no second wasted.
The Big Sick can sometimes be awfully conventional, but among its key assets is its radiant view of its characters. Based on the first year in the relationship of married screenwriters Kumail Nanjiani and Emily V. Gordon, this indie rom-com has a mildly risky structure and some trenchant observations about the culture clashes that go on in immigrant families living in America.
But what cuts deepest is just how profoundly lovable these people are. Im sexy crazy and fun hopefully youre just like meeeeeeee even when the film stumbles, these characters hold you up. Nanjiani plays a lightly fictionalized version of his younger self, a struggling Chicago stand-up who is having as much success in his career as he in his dating life. In what both represents and replicates the experience of watching a Roeg film, Newton obsesses over dozens of televisions, attempting to collectively view reality as one congealed experience.
Love or hate him, Guy Ritchie has redefined the gangster genre with his hyper-stylized touch. Snatch may be a lesser remix of Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrelsbut it boasts a multifaceted plot, frenzied action and dazzling eye candy. Kaufman—not unlike his anxious, lovestruck and artistically fraught heroes—compulsively thinks outside the box. And then he builds a bigger box. Alex Wheatle is accomplished and devastating, with dynamic cinematography, a phenomenal soundtrack and a heartbreaking central debut performance from Sheyi Cole.
But in its thematic overlapping, Alex Wheatle undermines its own ificance. Few directors have ever displayed such an innate tact for combining dark humor and horror the way John Landis does. Haunted by the simultaneously unnerving and hilarious visions of his dead friend, he must decide how to come to terms with the monster he has become, even as he strikes up a relationship with a beautiful nurse played by Jenny Agutter. The film lulls you into comfort with its witticism before springing shocking, gory dream sequences on the viewer, which repeatedly arrive unannounced.
Legendary FX and monster makeup artist Rick Baker took home the first-ever Academy Award for For Best Makeup and Hairstyling for creating a scene that has given the wolf-averse nightmares ever since. All three black men were assassinated within five years of each other, and we learn in the film that Baldwin was not just concerned about these losses as terrible blows to the Civil Rights movement, but deeply cared for the wives and children of the men who were murdered. And so I Am Not Your Negro is not just a portrait of an artist, but a portrait of mourning—what it looks, sounds and feels like to lose friends, and to do so with the whole world watching and with so much of America refusing to understand how it happened, and why it will keep happening.
Peck could have done little else besides give us this feeling, placing us squarely in the presence of Baldwin, and I Am Not Your Negro would have likely still been a success. His decision to steer away from the usual documentary format, where respected minds comment on a subject, creates a sense of intimacy difficult to inspire in films like this.
This, according to both Bangs and Byrne, is truly Nirvana. From there, the set, as well as the band, builds itself—instruments and writhing bodies and elaborately weird backdrops are added, one upon another, until the stage is absolutely seething with life. And so, not only was Stop Making Sense a document of a legendary band at the height of their powers, but it even today seems like an unheralded synergy of movement and sound, of image and artist—so much so that the band allows us to watch as they destroy, and then re-do, their own idea of Heaven.
He tries desperately to keep and save the house.
Outside, the zombies are well-meaning, old white people, hipster girls and disgusting tech bros invading the city. Opening with images of apocalypse—a street preacher barking about repentance, and men in HazMat suits trying to clean up the pollution in the Bay— The Last Black Man in San Francisco winks at gentrification as an extinction-level event—for Black people in the city, at least.
A shrewd inversion of racist tropes, we see the white owners yell at Fails to get off their property, knowing Fails is the real caretaker of the house, and the white residents are, even in their neoliberal good intentions, the villains, the invaders. A quintessential Kurosawa epic with the grandest of visions, supported by exhilarating color cinematography and some of the most breathtaking battle sequences ever committed to film, Ran is, like Throne of Bloodanother Shakespeare adaptation, this time a fairly loyal take on King Lear.
The circle of human fallacy and cruelty continues. His unadorned portrait of a pro-wrestling has-been is built around a fantastic, physical performance by Mickey Rourke, captured with a documentary style that renders his dingy world all the more strange, funny and heartbreaking. The movie, with its dime-store romance, breezy dialogue and telegraphed emotion, feels a bit like a grungier Rockybut at times the understated attitude, grime and destitution are closer to Raging Bull.
Men begin as boys. All the trappings, in other words, that make aging so damn suffocating. So what do men who are, at heart and in action, really just boys do when forced to stare down the barrel of their own mortality? They indulge their inner boys. They fly to London. They play dress-up in suits and bow ties.
They gamble. They try to fuck women much younger than them. None of it goes well, nor does it go quickly. Husbands draws out its drama to the point of what feels like forever, which is the point, because the agony these men feel is the kind of agony that escalates the more time passes. Boyega is charming as the fiery and conflicted Leroy Logan, a Black scientist who—following on a racist police attack on his father—decides to the force to reform it from the inside. His father is played with equally compelling ferocity and dignity by Toussaint. There is so much to love in this film, as McQueen leans into his skill at suspense—ratcheting up the tension with incomparable style—and brings out performances that are able to convey so much without saying a word.
Viewed through that lens and likely through the lens of your own specific paternal hang ups it soars. In Hale County This Morning, This Eveningseeing truly is believing, or at least comprehending, because putting what filmmaker RaMell Ross has done into words is as close to impossible as writing about film can get. In its interior, free-associative way, Hale County This Morning, This Evening is thrilling, a word not often used for characterizing slice-of-life documentaries.
In line with that: If possible, it must be seen on the big screen, too. Ross boils down lifetimes and the passage of days, weeks, months, perhaps even beyond, into 70 minutes, and, as a result, the movie ultimately lives in between the passage of seconds. McQueen, now broadly recognized as a creative genius, was repeatedly told as by his teachers that he would never be capable of doing more than basic manual labor.
In Educationhe reopens those old wounds through Kingsley, a bright young boy who dreams of being an astronaut. By making a film rooted in his own memories, McQueen entirely transports us there. The film takes great pleasure in old ways: it luxuriates in the myths and salty humor of Georgian mariners, gets swept up in the pre-WWI mentality of war as a flag-waving lark and, in a brief excursion to the Galapagos Islands, pines for the days of analog exploration.
A match this good deserved a sequel, but the one movie we got is good enough to savor. In Lovers RockMcQueen untethers himself from a conventional narrative and leans into style, movement and feeling set over the course of a single house party in Notting Hill—an area of London that in was largely populated by the West Indian community, but has since become one of the most expensive neighborhoods on the planet. At the center of this film are Martha Amarah-Jae St. Aubyna middle-class British Christian with Jamaican roots and the dreamy code-switching mechanic Franklyn Micheal Ward.
Released in a time of quarantines and social distances, the film had a rapturous reception, bringing a warmth into our homes and a longing to return to an evening of such possibilities. The first half looks at the state-sponsored terrorizing of the Mangrove restaurant, a Notting Hill restaurant opened by Frank Crichlow Shaun Parkes in that became a hub for the West Indian community and British Black Panthers.
The second half of the film follows their trial and the toll it takes on them. From start to finish, McQueen fires on all cylinders, shining a light on a largely forgotten piece of history and drawing exceptional performances out of the entire cast but in particular Parkes and Malachi Kirby.
And it is thrilling: The earlier scenes of police, skulking down streets like apex predators, both disturb and terrify.Im sexy crazy and fun hopefully youre just like meeeeeeee
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