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A Week In Film #305: Fresh meat

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Cold In July
Exceptionally strong drama from Jim Mickle, working from a source novel by Joe R Lansdale, with Michael C Hall as an ordinary man who finds himself out of his depth after protecting his family from a burglar. Sam Shepard and Don Johnson round off a musky main cast.

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Out Of The Furnace
Steel worker Christian Bale and his soldier brother Casey Affleck must deal with the travails of modern life in a Pennsylvanian backwater when pressures from local fixer Willem Dafoe and out-of-town gangster Woody Harrelson – not to mention the cop (Forest Whitaker) now dating Bale’s ex (Zoe Saldana). At its heart, a melodrama – but Scott Cooper directs everything with energy and draws edginess out of his cast well.

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Wrong Cops
Very odd, disjointed, episodic but compelling weirdness about a bunch of idiot cops doing idiotic and odd things. Quentin Dupieux directs a bunch of people including Jon Lajoie, Éric Judor and Marilyn Manson.

All The President’s Men title screen
All The President’s Men
Did I mention dioptric lenses?

A Week In Film #176: Equinox and sunshine

The Terminator
A week of classics (of sorts) kicking off with James Cameron’s future war/man vs machines/time travel auctioneer.

Still got the magic, even if some elements (the dancing at TechNoir, the wonky stop-animation into puppet transitions, the squibless shootings) stand out to our eyes today. The whole cop subplot remains a joy, and the Biehn-Hamilton chemistry really works.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day
Wasn’t really a fan of it originally, but I think it stands up better than I thought it would, the sub-Abyss CGI apart.

Great mood in some sequences (the hospital break), some typically awesome Cameron-marshalled in-camera SFX (the T-800 self-repair scene for instance), and strong in-universe plotting make for a decent popcorner. Furlong’s screech, the product placement and the kiddie-friendly Terminator all grate, though.

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All The President’s Men
Even though it totally overages the involvement of Woodstein and the Post and Deep Throat, it’s still such a powerful film, and I love that it ends where it ends, avoiding a ‘happy’ climax. Got to love all those top flight, grizzled character actors like Warden and Balsam and Robards and Holbrook. Got to love the lensmanship of Willis. Got to love the choreography of Pakula.

Planet Of The Apes (1968)
GET YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF ME YOU DAMNED DIRTY APE! Nova. The world’s smallest city. A Shyamalan-shaming masterclass in the final reveal. One of Heston’s finest end-of-the-world performances.

The LLF picked this one out, and was pleasantly surprised. Nighttime LA, Tom Cruise as a vulpine hitman with five contracts to complete, Jamie Foxx as a cabbie caught up in the mayhem. AND THE STATH. A well-balanced little thriller from Michael Mann. Nice gunplay.

The Lady Vanishes
Hitchcock revisits the sparky spy thriller just three years after the peerless The 39 Steps, and scores himself another banger. What’s not to like? Englishmen abroad Charters & Caldicott in search of cricket news, May Whitty as the old maid who goes missing, Margaret Lockwood as spunky young Iris and Michael Redgrave as the chalky musicologist to her cheesiness…

A Week In Film #060: Another begins

All The President’s Men
The in-laws got me a double DVD copy of ATPM, and very pleased with it I was too. Might have bored the LLF to death with my talk of dioptric lenses, though.

The Big Easy
I love this film, probably for the same reason I love Sea Of Love – both feature Ellen Barkin, and I first saw both aged about 12.

But this is a good, fun neo noir, set in New Orleans with Dennis Quaid as an easy-going cop trying to keep the lid on a spate of tit-for-tat gangland slayings whilst uptight DA Barkin comes sniffing round corruption allegations.

A definite chemistry between the two leads, some nice taut storytelling, and interesting characters mean you don’t really care about shonky Cajun accents and all that. Well, I don’t, not when I’m watching Ellen Barkin’s ‘foxy-aunt-stricken-by-minor-stroke’ phizzog.