The wildly erratic Fred Schepisi (Fierce Creatures, Last Orders) here hits sludgy middle-ground with the outr...
The wildly erratic Fred Schepisi (Fierce Creatures, Last Orders) here hits sludgy middle-ground with the outr
Cool World
From 1992, good guy Brad Pitt and bad guy Gabriel Byrne are transported to another dimension (which just happens to be a Ralph Bakshi cartoon) where they vie for the affections of an animated version of Kim Basinger. It's Roger Rabbit without the jokes: dumb, dull, dire, and a criminal waste of money.
From 1992, good guy Brad Pitt and bad guy Gabriel Byrne are transported to another dimension (which just happens to be a Ralph Bakshi cartoon) where they vie for the affections of an animated version of Kim Basinger. It’s Roger Rabbit without the jokes: dumb, dull, dire, and a criminal waste of money.
Angela
A patchy Italian crime thriller, the only fresh 'angle'being that the drug dealer working for the Mafia is a woman (she hides the goods in shoe boxes). Roberta Torre's direction lacks vim, but Donatella Finocchiaro is vividly compelling as the titular anti-heroine?alternately nervy and swaggering, torn between love and duty, craving affection but ultimately hard as nails.
DVD EXTRAS: Stills, cast and crew biographies, trailer, BBC 4 and Edinburgh Festival promos. 
A patchy Italian crime thriller, the only fresh ‘angle’being that the drug dealer working for the Mafia is a woman (she hides the goods in shoe boxes). Roberta Torre’s direction lacks vim, but Donatella Finocchiaro is vividly compelling as the titular anti-heroine?alternately nervy and swaggering, torn between love and duty, craving affection but ultimately hard as nails.
DVD EXTRAS: Stills, cast and crew biographies, trailer, BBC 4 and Edinburgh Festival promos.
Journey To Italy
Roberto Rossellini's small-scale but infinitely moving 1953 masterwork plucks two stars from Hollywood?Rossellini's wife Ingrid Bergman and the magnificent George Sanders?and smashes them down on the road as a crisis-hit couple coming apart during a trip in Italy. Rossellini gave his actors the bare bones of a situation, then left them to improvise; they stumble beautifully, trying to discover their own story. The random feel anticipates the French new wave.
Roberto Rossellini’s small-scale but infinitely moving 1953 masterwork plucks two stars from Hollywood?Rossellini’s wife Ingrid Bergman and the magnificent George Sanders?and smashes them down on the road as a crisis-hit couple coming apart during a trip in Italy. Rossellini gave his actors the bare bones of a situation, then left them to improvise; they stumble beautifully, trying to discover their own story. The random feel anticipates the French new wave.
Safe
Todd Haynes' unforgivingly acrid blend of body horror and social satire sees Julianne Moore as the pampered Barbie-doll housewife who becomes violently allergic to the perms, sprays, snacks, Mercs, houses and parties that define affluent existence in the San Fernando Valley. Harsh attacks on crass materialism, dubious spiritualism and human frailty follow.
Todd Haynes’ unforgivingly acrid blend of body horror and social satire sees Julianne Moore as the pampered Barbie-doll housewife who becomes violently allergic to the perms, sprays, snacks, Mercs, houses and parties that define affluent existence in the San Fernando Valley. Harsh attacks on crass materialism, dubious spiritualism and human frailty follow.
Rooster Cogburn
Fairly dismal sequel to True Grit, with John Wayne reprising his Oscar-winning turn as the titular one-eyed US Marshal, teamed here with prissy spinster Katharine Hepburn who's out to avenge her father's murder. The stars are no more than passable, the movie wholly unremarkable.
Fairly dismal sequel to True Grit, with John Wayne reprising his Oscar-winning turn as the titular one-eyed US Marshal, teamed here with prissy spinster Katharine Hepburn who’s out to avenge her father’s murder. The stars are no more than passable, the movie wholly unremarkable.
Dragonflies
Norwegian psychological thriller which starts slowly but soon has its hooks in you so deep you daren't move. With shades of Harry, He's Here To Help, it involves a couple rediscovering an old friend, but after lust rears its head, death follows close behind. Harrowingly acted by the three leads, unk...
Norwegian psychological thriller which starts slowly but soon has its hooks in you so deep you daren’t move. With shades of Harry, He’s Here To Help, it involves a couple rediscovering an old friend, but after lust rears its head, death follows close behind. Harrowingly acted by the three leads, unknowns who remind you how clich
Cary Grant: The Collection
NOBODY DID SUAVE like Cary Grant; few would be stupid enough to try. When a whole way of being is personified that definitively, even a George Clooney looks like a stammering schoolboy in comparison. Grant's worst films are worth watching for his expressions of charm and much-tried patience, but here are some of his best, digitally remastered. In Howard Hawks' Bringing Up Baby, Katharine Hepburn causes his "zoology professor"to lose precious dinosaur bones and a pet leopard. A regular night, then, for Grant, who makes the screwball comedy sing with his self-effacing shrugs, blinks and well-gauged double-takes. In My Favourite Wife, his shipwrecked-for-years missus returns to find he's remarried: cue glowing misunderstandings, and Irene Dunne pepping up Grant's game. Indiscreet is more love-triangle silliness, with Grant an American in Stanley Donen's London, and the less great Operation Petticoat is not so much about women at war as Cary's smirk. A giant of a gentleman.
NOBODY DID SUAVE like Cary Grant; few would be stupid enough to try. When a whole way of being is personified that definitively, even a George Clooney looks like a stammering schoolboy in comparison. Grant’s worst films are worth watching for his expressions of charm and much-tried patience, but here are some of his best, digitally remastered.
In Howard Hawks’ Bringing Up Baby, Katharine Hepburn causes his “zoology professor”to lose precious dinosaur bones and a pet leopard. A regular night, then, for Grant, who makes the screwball comedy sing with his self-effacing shrugs, blinks and well-gauged double-takes. In My Favourite Wife, his shipwrecked-for-years missus returns to find he’s remarried: cue glowing misunderstandings, and Irene Dunne pepping up Grant’s game. Indiscreet is more love-triangle silliness, with Grant an American in Stanley Donen’s London, and the less great Operation Petticoat is not so much about women at war as Cary’s smirk. A giant of a gentleman.
When Booty Calls
In a part he's brilliantly based on the buccaneering dash of Keith Richards, Johnny Depp gives the most colourfully entertaining screen performance of the year in Jerry Bruckheimer's hugely enjoyable swashbuckler. Based somewhat unpromisingly on the Disney theme-park ride, Pirates... has, in fact, everything you'd want from this kind of adventure yarn. Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley make a handsome pair of star-crossed lovers, Geoffrey Rush is terrific as the mutineer Barbossa, a perfectly hissable eyeball-rolling villain and the leader of a crew of pirates doomed to undead damnation by a particularly unpleasant Aztec curse. There are rip-roaring sea battles, tremendous sword fights, spectacular special effects?and, of course, Depp as the roguish pirate captain Jack Sparrow, by turns duplicitous, gallant, ruthless and hopelessly romantic. You can't take your eyes off him, and whenever he's on screen, the film enters a different dimension altogether.
In a part he’s brilliantly based on the buccaneering dash of Keith Richards, Johnny Depp gives the most colourfully entertaining screen performance of the year in Jerry Bruckheimer’s hugely enjoyable swashbuckler. Based somewhat unpromisingly on the Disney theme-park ride, Pirates… has, in fact, everything you’d want from this kind of adventure yarn. Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley make a handsome pair of star-crossed lovers, Geoffrey Rush is terrific as the mutineer Barbossa, a perfectly hissable eyeball-rolling villain and the leader of a crew of pirates doomed to undead damnation by a particularly unpleasant Aztec curse. There are rip-roaring sea battles, tremendous sword fights, spectacular special effects?and, of course, Depp as the roguish pirate captain Jack Sparrow, by turns duplicitous, gallant, ruthless and hopelessly romantic. You can’t take your eyes off him, and whenever he’s on screen, the film enters a different dimension altogether.
Sierra Nirvana
High plains drifter is Clint Eastwood, the nascent director, at his most elemental. He's post-Leone and pre-Josey Wales here, working from a script by Ernest Shaft Tidyman, playing a "squinty-eyed son of a bitch"who saves a small town in the Old West from a sadistic group of escaped convicts. It's a harsh, frequently brutal amorality play. The credits have barely rolled before we're treated to callous multiple murders and a 'consenting rape'scene. The Leone connections are underscored as Eastwood outwits the venal townsfolk, 'Dollars style, by initially aiding them and then leaving them to the mercy of the bandits. Only this time Eastwood takes Leone's mysterious stranger model to its logical conclusion by playing, literally, an avenging angel. The movie is fantastically odd, with a midget sheriff, gothic horror flashbacks and the otherworldly landscape of California's High Sierras. It's also the most distinctive and nastiest western of Eastwood's career. A stone-cold classic by anyone's standards.
High plains drifter is Clint Eastwood, the nascent director, at his most elemental. He’s post-Leone and pre-Josey Wales here, working from a script by Ernest Shaft Tidyman, playing a “squinty-eyed son of a bitch”who saves a small town in the Old West from a sadistic group of escaped convicts. It’s a harsh, frequently brutal amorality play. The credits have barely rolled before we’re treated to callous multiple murders and a ‘consenting rape’scene. The Leone connections are underscored as Eastwood outwits the venal townsfolk, ‘Dollars style, by initially aiding them and then leaving them to the mercy of the bandits. Only this time Eastwood takes Leone’s mysterious stranger model to its logical conclusion by playing, literally, an avenging angel. The movie is fantastically odd, with a midget sheriff, gothic horror flashbacks and the otherworldly landscape of California’s High Sierras. It’s also the most distinctive and nastiest western of Eastwood’s career. A stone-cold classic by anyone’s standards.
Short Cuts
Also released this month...
Shining like a beacon in the depressing pre-Christmas landscape of mouldy old video collections and dodgy concert films is Jane's Addiction's Three Days 
Filmed by Carter Smith and Kevin Ford on the band's 1997 Relapse tour, it's a fully-realised piece of rock cinema that dramatically transcends the limitations of your average tour documentary. You can't make any such grandiose claims about Hold On To Your Structure . But as it features Ian Dury And The Blockheads playing at Hammersmith Odeon in 1985, you don't really need much else. Of similar vintage is Frank Zappa's Does Humor Belong In Music , a suitably zany 1984 live recording that includes such off-the-wall classics as "He's So Gay". Peter Gabriel's "Sledgehammer" remains the most-played video on MTV to this day, and he's still pushing at the boundaries of sound and vision. Growing Up Live was filmed on tour earlier this year and finds him suspended upside down, trapped inside a giant sphere and indulging in various other such circus-like exploits. No such fun on Genesis' Live At Wembley Stadium 
, a thoroughly gormless set from 1987, long after Gabriel had abandoned the group to the AOR tendencies of Phil Collins. Eyes Wide Open is a double offering from prog-rock survivors King Crimson featuring two concert performances from 2000 and 2003. As both feature almost identical set lists, all but the most committed may feel that one disc would have sufficed. Simon & Garfunkel's Concert In Central Park was recorded on the occasion of their less-than-united 1981 reunion, and includes a liberal selection of Simon's solo hits, while Art is left to perform "Bridge Over Troubled Water" solo. But the best in-concert DVD of the month may well be The Allman Brothers' Live At The Beacon Theater . Recorded in New York earlier this year, the Brothers are one of those bands whose records are a pale shadow of their former glories. But, like The Rolling Stones, they're still a peerless live act, despite the fact that only Greg Allman and a pair of drummers remain from the original line-up.
Also released this month…
Shining like a beacon in the depressing pre-Christmas landscape of mouldy old video collections and dodgy concert films is Jane’s Addiction’s Three Days
Filmed by Carter Smith and Kevin Ford on the band’s 1997 Relapse tour, it’s a fully-realised piece of rock cinema that dramatically transcends the limitations of your average tour documentary. You can’t make any such grandiose claims about Hold On To Your Structure . But as it features Ian Dury And The Blockheads playing at Hammersmith Odeon in 1985, you don’t really need much else. Of similar vintage is Frank Zappa’s Does Humor Belong In Music , a suitably zany 1984 live recording that includes such off-the-wall classics as “He’s So Gay”. Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer” remains the most-played video on MTV to this day, and he’s still pushing at the boundaries of sound and vision. Growing Up Live was filmed on tour earlier this year and finds him suspended upside down, trapped inside a giant sphere and indulging in various other such circus-like exploits. No such fun on Genesis’ Live At Wembley Stadium , a thoroughly gormless set from 1987, long after Gabriel had abandoned the group to the AOR tendencies of Phil Collins. Eyes Wide Open is a double offering from prog-rock survivors King Crimson featuring two concert performances from 2000 and 2003. As both feature almost identical set lists, all but the most committed may feel that one disc would have sufficed. Simon & Garfunkel’s Concert In Central Park was recorded on the occasion of their less-than-united 1981 reunion, and includes a liberal selection of Simon’s solo hits, while Art is left to perform “Bridge Over Troubled Water” solo. But the best in-concert DVD of the month may well be The Allman Brothers’ Live At The Beacon Theater . Recorded in New York earlier this year, the Brothers are one of those bands whose records are a pale shadow of their former glories. But, like The Rolling Stones, they’re still a peerless live act, despite the fact that only Greg Allman and a pair of drummers remain from the original line-up.
Parasites For Sore Eyes
Already well-served by the five-disc Alien Legacy collection, 20th Century Fox's unstoppable sci-fi franchise now bursts onto retail shelves in this exhaustive nine-disc set. The very existence of these 44 hours' worth of material owes itself to the twisted, iconic power of Ridley Scott's indelible 1979 original?one of those instantly influential pop culture triumphs that come along once or twice every decade. A generation down the line, Scott's movie still packs a punch?it's a perfectly paced mix of nihilistic deep-space corporate politics (screenwriter Dan O'Bannon had previously scripted the bleakly sardonic Dark Star) and don't-look-behind-you suspense, leavened with a healthy dose of extreme slasher violence and bucketloads of Freudian metaphor. Never is this more apparent than in the signature chest-burster sequence, generally the point at which even the most shock-resistant first-time audience sits up and vomits. Having introduced one of the all-time great movie monsters and inadvertently given us a kick-ass uber-heroine along the way (Sigourney Weaver's Ripley almost didn't survive Scott's final cut), it was inevitable that Fox would demand a sequel. Welcome, then, to Aliens (1986), written and directed by Mr Terminator himself, James Cameron. Cameron's triumph was in understanding that no one could make HR Giger's alien-killing machine scarier than Scott did. So he didn't even bother. Instead, he threw Ripley into all-out war with hordes of the bastards, backed up by a posse of rock-hard do-or-die space commandos. Despite being awash with pumped-up '80s action movie excess, it worked like gangbusters, courtesy of ferocious direction, a deadly earnest cast and a well-thought-out attempt to expand the Alien mythology. Aliens' success paved the way for David Fincher's Alien 3 (1992), the Magnificent Ambersons of the Alien saga. Beset with financial problems and on-set fighting between studio and Fincher (this is the only movie in the Quadrilogy not to have its extended version assembled by the original director), this is a laudable attempt to spin the series off in yet another direction. Alien 3 abandons the high-tech vistas of the preceding parts as Ripley crashes on a remote, primitive penal colony, face-hugging stowaway in tow. Fincher's great trick is to recast the alien as a classic devil in the woods, straight out of some medieval epic. But Fincher's approach doesn't quite come off?the moody, low-tech atmosphere is undermined by shoddy effects work and the version finally released (cut in the director's absence) only shows flashes of the brilliance he'd bring to the similarly murky Seven three years later. But Fox weren't yet ready to consign the franchise to oblivion, and signed French fantasist Jean-Pierre Jeunet (Delicatessen, City Of The Lost Children) to put yet another spin on their acid-spitting space lizard. Like its predecessor, Alien Resurrection (1997) is undoubtedly a failure?but it's a spectacular one. Jeunet's tale, scripted in part by original Alien screenwriter O'Bannon, takes place 200 years after part three. Ripley is now a superpowered human/alien clone who's been used to breed an alien queen, with predictable results. Script-wise, this film is a logic-free mess that riffs on the previous entries in the series, but Jeunet's visuals are undeniably outstanding?he brings plenty of wild quirkiness to what could have been a bunch of straightforward round-the-block-again action sequences. Watching these nine discs in quick succession is both fascinating and draining. As a DVD package, only Peter Jackson's extended The Lord Of The Rings discs come anywhere close in terms of comprehensive fan-friendly detail?if you love Alien, this is an absolute must-buy. As an ongoing four-movie narrative it's far less satisfying. Fox are to be admired for keeping their franchise alive with interesting directorial talent (Cameron, Fincher, Jeunet) but it's hard not to view the later sequels as pale, unscary shadows of Scott's original. All the same, Cameron's hyperkinetic, occasionally dated war-in-space opus is tremendously entertaining, and the audacious brilliance of Scott's white-knuckle original has to be seen to be believed. Twenty-four years after its debut, it remains a work of dark genius.
Already well-served by the five-disc Alien Legacy collection, 20th Century Fox’s unstoppable sci-fi franchise now bursts onto retail shelves in this exhaustive nine-disc set.
The very existence of these 44 hours’ worth of material owes itself to the twisted, iconic power of Ridley Scott’s indelible 1979 original?one of those instantly influential pop culture triumphs that come along once or twice every decade. A generation down the line, Scott’s movie still packs a punch?it’s a perfectly paced mix of nihilistic deep-space corporate politics (screenwriter Dan O’Bannon had previously scripted the bleakly sardonic Dark Star) and don’t-look-behind-you suspense, leavened with a healthy dose of extreme slasher violence and bucketloads of Freudian metaphor. Never is this more apparent than in the signature chest-burster sequence, generally the point at which even the most shock-resistant first-time audience sits up and vomits.
Having introduced one of the all-time great movie monsters and inadvertently given us a kick-ass uber-heroine along the way (Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley almost didn’t survive Scott’s final cut), it was inevitable that Fox would demand a sequel. Welcome, then, to Aliens (1986), written and directed by Mr Terminator himself, James Cameron.
Cameron’s triumph was in understanding that no one could make HR Giger’s alien-killing machine scarier than Scott did. So he didn’t even bother. Instead, he threw Ripley into all-out war with hordes of the bastards, backed up by a posse of rock-hard do-or-die space commandos. Despite being awash with pumped-up ’80s action movie excess, it worked like gangbusters, courtesy of ferocious direction, a deadly earnest cast and a well-thought-out attempt to expand the Alien mythology.
Aliens’ success paved the way for David Fincher’s Alien 3 (1992), the Magnificent Ambersons of the Alien saga. Beset with financial problems and on-set fighting between studio and Fincher (this is the only movie in the Quadrilogy not to have its extended version assembled by the original director), this is a laudable attempt to spin the series off in yet another direction. Alien 3 abandons the high-tech vistas of the preceding parts as Ripley crashes on a remote, primitive penal colony, face-hugging stowaway in tow. Fincher’s great trick is to recast the alien as a classic devil in the woods, straight out of some medieval epic. But Fincher’s approach doesn’t quite come off?the moody, low-tech atmosphere is undermined by shoddy effects work and the version finally released (cut in the director’s absence) only shows flashes of the brilliance he’d bring to the similarly murky Seven three years later.
But Fox weren’t yet ready to consign the franchise to oblivion, and signed French fantasist Jean-Pierre Jeunet (Delicatessen, City Of The Lost Children) to put yet another spin on their acid-spitting space lizard. Like its predecessor, Alien Resurrection (1997) is undoubtedly a failure?but it’s a spectacular one. Jeunet’s tale, scripted in part by original Alien screenwriter O’Bannon, takes place 200 years after part three. Ripley is now a superpowered human/alien clone who’s been used to breed an alien queen, with predictable results. Script-wise, this film is a logic-free mess that riffs on the previous entries in the series, but Jeunet’s visuals are undeniably outstanding?he brings plenty of wild quirkiness to what could have been a bunch of straightforward round-the-block-again action sequences.
Watching these nine discs in quick succession is both fascinating and draining. As a DVD package, only Peter Jackson’s extended The Lord Of The Rings discs come anywhere close in terms of comprehensive fan-friendly detail?if you love Alien, this is an absolute must-buy. As an ongoing four-movie narrative it’s far less satisfying. Fox are to be admired for keeping their franchise alive with interesting directorial talent (Cameron, Fincher, Jeunet) but it’s hard not to view the later sequels as pale, unscary shadows of Scott’s original. All the same, Cameron’s hyperkinetic, occasionally dated war-in-space opus is tremendously entertaining, and the audacious brilliance of Scott’s white-knuckle original has to be seen to be believed. Twenty-four years after its debut, it remains a work of dark genius.
Office Space
In 1999, Beavis & Butthead creator Mike Judge made his first foray into live action with this good-natured satire on the mind-numbing life of the white-collar worker. Ron Livingstone is the drone desperate to escape his corporate existence, whose attempts to get sacked leave a team of troubleshooters convinced he's management material. Jennifer Aniston co-stars. Over-looked, but often screamingly funny.
In 1999, Beavis & Butthead creator Mike Judge made his first foray into live action with this good-natured satire on the mind-numbing life of the white-collar worker. Ron Livingstone is the drone desperate to escape his corporate existence, whose attempts to get sacked leave a team of troubleshooters convinced he’s management material. Jennifer Aniston co-stars. Over-looked, but often screamingly funny.
Springtime In A Small Town
This marks Tian Zhuangzhuang's return to directing after a nine-year ban by China's authorities. Zhichen visits old school friend Liyan in a bombed-out town in post-war China. Though welcomed by the household, Zhichen's relationships with the family break down when he rekindles a romance with his childhood sweetheart?now Liyan's wife. Exceptional cinematography and sensitive performances are let down by a clumsy screenplay and drawn-out pacing. Shame.
This marks Tian Zhuangzhuang’s return to directing after a nine-year ban by China’s authorities. Zhichen visits old school friend Liyan in a bombed-out town in post-war China. Though welcomed by the household, Zhichen’s relationships with the family break down when he rekindles a romance with his childhood sweetheart?now Liyan’s wife. Exceptional cinematography and sensitive performances are let down by a clumsy screenplay and drawn-out pacing. Shame.
Être Et Avoir
Ten months, twelve pupils, one teacher, one documentarian and 300 hours of footage are mixed and tweaked to produce 100 minutes of gripping observational drama set in a rural French classroom. Here, the avuncular Georges Lopez instructs his students and dispenses wisdom in equal measure, while his soft baritone rolls from day to day, season to season, like the voice of God.
Ten months, twelve pupils, one teacher, one documentarian and 300 hours of footage are mixed and tweaked to produce 100 minutes of gripping observational drama set in a rural French classroom. Here, the avuncular Georges Lopez instructs his students and dispenses wisdom in equal measure, while his soft baritone rolls from day to day, season to season, like the voice of God.
Marx Brothers Box Set
Made between 1930 and 1933, these four films (Horse Feathers, Animal Crackers, Duck Soup, Monkey Business) represent the Marx Brothers in their first flush, prior to moving to Hollywood. Although occasionally marred by musical routines and the over-familiarity of the zaniness, these outings are immortal?the missing link between the lost, tumbling traditions of vaudeville and the surrealist hipster comedy of the present day. Introducing quickfire Jewish wit and an anarchic insolence for authority into the mainstream, these seemingly slapdash movies are cinematic milestones.
Made between 1930 and 1933, these four films (Horse Feathers, Animal Crackers, Duck Soup, Monkey Business) represent the Marx Brothers in their first flush, prior to moving to Hollywood. Although occasionally marred by musical routines and the over-familiarity of the zaniness, these outings are immortal?the missing link between the lost, tumbling traditions of vaudeville and the surrealist hipster comedy of the present day. Introducing quickfire Jewish wit and an anarchic insolence for authority into the mainstream, these seemingly slapdash movies are cinematic milestones.
Les Espions
At a provincial asylum, a down-at-heel doctor agrees to shelter an anonymous patient for the US government; soon his village is swarming with international spies, all trying to discover the new inmate's identity. This minor but hugely odd 1957 effort from Henri-Georges Clouzot has none of the suspense, nor the thrills, of his incredible Wages Of Fear or Les Diaboliques, but the atmosphere is strangely compelling.
At a provincial asylum, a down-at-heel doctor agrees to shelter an anonymous patient for the US government; soon his village is swarming with international spies, all trying to discover the new inmate’s identity. This minor but hugely odd 1957 effort from Henri-Georges Clouzot has none of the suspense, nor the thrills, of his incredible Wages Of Fear or Les Diaboliques, but the atmosphere is strangely compelling.
Exorcist II: The Heretic
William Friedkin's original was dazzling, intelligent and scary; John Boorman's train wreck of a sequel is none of the above. Richard Burton is at his hammiest as the priest investigating the death of Father Merrin at the end of the first movie, Louise Fletcher plays Regan's psychiatrist, and the screenplay is one of the worst ever committed to paper. Avoid.
William Friedkin’s original was dazzling, intelligent and scary; John Boorman’s train wreck of a sequel is none of the above. Richard Burton is at his hammiest as the priest investigating the death of Father Merrin at the end of the first movie, Louise Fletcher plays Regan’s psychiatrist, and the screenplay is one of the worst ever committed to paper. Avoid.
Timecode
Mike Figgis' brilliant experiment spawned many imitations, some by him, none as good. Against a quartered screen, four cameras show?in real time?a multi-strand narrative, played out among Tinseltown wannabes and has-beens. There's sex, murder, moral vacuums and a huge cast including Stellan Skarsg...
Mike Figgis’ brilliant experiment spawned many imitations, some by him, none as good. Against a quartered screen, four cameras show?in real time?a multi-strand narrative, played out among Tinseltown wannabes and has-beens. There’s sex, murder, moral vacuums and a huge cast including Stellan Skarsg
Double Whammy
Tom DiCillo's offbeat comedy is a blend of cop thriller and romance which may confuse the uninitiated, but diehards will lap up his calmly twisted humour. Denis Leary's an NY cop with backache, recently widowed, who's lousy on the job till chiropractor Liz Hurley shows him love and partner Steve Buscemi questions his sexuality. Factor in many cinephile in-jokes and it's an intelligent, cynical joy.
Tom DiCillo’s offbeat comedy is a blend of cop thriller and romance which may confuse the uninitiated, but diehards will lap up his calmly twisted humour. Denis Leary’s an NY cop with backache, recently widowed, who’s lousy on the job till chiropractor Liz Hurley shows him love and partner Steve Buscemi questions his sexuality. Factor in many cinephile in-jokes and it’s an intelligent, cynical joy.
