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Kiss Me Deadly

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When sleazy private eye Mike Hammer (Ralph Meeker) picks up a young hitchhiker, wearing only a trenchcoat, it soon becomes clear that he's bitten off more than he can chew. Before long, he's beaten unconscious, the girl is murdered and he's faced with threats and bribery in an attempt to make him forget he ever saw her. But Hammer can't let the case go, and his investigations lead him into a web of deadly secrets, built around one of the greatest terrors of the age.

Kiss Me Deadly is one of a series of adaptations, based on Mickey Spillane's novels about the Hammer character, and it is widely considered to be the best. It has all the classic elements of the American noir crime genre - sharp suits, fast cars, guns, conspiracy, dark secrets and dangerous women. Its characters are primarily driven by greed, if not by fear, yet despite his protestations of emotional invulnerability Hammer's humanity comes through, with Meeker's finely tuned performance making the detective sympathetic without ever decreasing his cool. The supporting performances are equally strong with the various women in Hammer's life suitably charismatic as well as beautiful. If it's sometimes a little hard for a modern viewer to accept the vulnerability of Velma, herself an experienced detective, that's only because she functions as a cipher for the greater human vulnerability of which every character is ultimately made aware.

The re-release of this film gambles on its continued accessibility to a modern audience. The position of women and the ethnic stereotypes which it features need to be taken in context, but the biggest problem is its central plot point, which may be difficult to take seriously in an age of greater and more widespread scientific understanding. That said, the dialogue still rings as sharp as ever and the thrills and scares are just as powerful.

If you've enjoyed the cinematic crime homages of Tarantino and want to see the real thing, now's your chance.

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When Written On The Wind was at released, most people referred to it by its initials: WOW. And WOW is exactly what I thought after seeing it. The whodunit of a Texas oil magnate and the debauchery of his children that destroys them all, the movie may be the most effective of all of Douglas Sirk’s melodramas. The powerful performances, enigmatic directing, and overflowing emotional wallops keep the talkie fresh and meaningful. And aside from, we all like to see spoiled preposterous kids infatuated down a notch or two in salacious ways, coequal if we won’t own it.

Mitch Wayne (Rock Hudson) and Kyle Hadley (Robert Stack) have been best friends since they were tight children. Mitch is ever picking up after Kyle, who is the irresponsible, callow, persistent alcoholic son of Jasper Hadley (Robert Keith), an oil millionaire. One day, Mitch meets Lucy Moore (Lauren Bacall), and intimately takes a appreciation to her. He brings her with him when he meets up with Kyle, who sweeps her disappointing her feet and marries her already Mitch can express his feelings. Kyle shapes up for a year, but his world falls at a distance when he finds old hat he may be unproductive. Meantime, Jasper’s daughter, Marylee Hadley (Dorothy Malone), is entirely in love with Mitch, but Mitch treats her as if she were his sister. Distressed by this, she conspicuously picks up men to gain attention from Mitch. When Marylee in the long run realizes that Mitch is in love with Lucy, she suggests to Kyle that Mitch and Lucy are having an affair, so when Lucy finds out she is pregnant, Kyle assumes it’s Mitch’s child, and takes desperate actions.

In description, Written On The Wind sounds in the manner of an epic instalment of Dynasty (which featured Hudson), but the four main actors’ stunning performances and Douglas Sirk’s complex directing style elevate the movie to the level of exuberant art. Both Robert Stack and Dorothy Malone were nominated in the interest Academy® Awards for the purpose their portrayals of the Hadley offspring, and Malone won hers; she manages to lay into her entire performance with a thinly-veiled sexuality. If Hayrick is remembered recompense anything other than Unsolved Mysteries, it will most certainly be for his bravura performance here. Since Stagger Hudson ascended to stardom on the covers of teen magazines and his incarnate attributes, reviewers dismissed him as wooden in his early career. It was around this time that everyone started to realize how strong an actor Hudson was, and while most of the trust is given to his portrayal in Giant, his acting here is approximately as emphatic. Hudson is great as the long-suffering Mitch, a sinuous role that he plays with a fine subtlety. The weakest of the four is Bacall. Intelligence you, she’s not bad, but compared to the other starring performances, her trade seems to be more station around looking pretty as opposed to intense acting. Of ambit, that’s the way the character and romance were written, so it’s not unqualifiedly Bacall’s fault.

How Douglas Sirk wasn’t nominated for an Academy® Awarding is a vagueness to me. Sirk added a level of complexity heretofore unseen in the Hollywood melodrama, and rarely seen again with such style and density. Gauge the colors: Kyle Hadley always wears gray, drab colors; Mitch Wayne in perpetuity wears earth tones. I observed that, near the beginning, Lauren Bacall wears colors closer in style to Kyle. As Kyle alienates her, her colors alter to complete Mitch’s. And Marylee wears three colors: red, white, and black. The red represents her suppressed sexual appetite and sexual suspense. The virtuous represents her assumed purity, but we know it’s false because her underclothes are black; ironically, she redeems herself while wearing all black. Innumerable shots are seen from one end to the other windows that create physical barriers parallel to the characters’ demonstrative ones, or or involve mirrors as a device to represent the characters what we already know&#8212that they are despicable. Sirk’s pacing has a musical attribute to it; the lulls and climaxes satisfy the ancestral three-routine side of most films, but here they conceive a rhythm separate from well-adjusted filmic conventions.

A given scene that is of particular matter, both within the story and cinematically, is Marylee’s dance in her leeway, representing the liberate of repressed sexuality. She dances with a picture of Mitch in her arms, in much the yet way a man muscle exhaust a pin-up girl in the bathroom. The scene shows just how effective Eisenstein’s montage method could be: the apprehension is not created to any actions of the characters; rather, it is built by the contrast of Marylee’s dance and her father’s ascent of the spiral staircase. And considering that in the previous view, Jasper learns about his daughter’s orgiastic countryside, the dance sequence can be seen as his unwillingness to up her sexuality; in a pure real sense, it overpowers him. The acrimonious suggests that it is this rejuvenated schooling that pushes him back down the staircase, as confidently as if Marylee had done it herself.

It is interesting to note that with all the complicatedness given to the pacing, plot outline, and characters, the music is what you would expect from a generic melodrama. That is, the her own coin is successfully and bold, played to deepen the tensions and emotions of any given scene&#8212there is no subtlety in it. If the aim of the music is to show the emotions seen on screen, then it is strange, because the emotions are there for us to see and feel. And if you consider the music-fellow qualities of the flow of the film, the realistic music becomes that much more useless. However, unlike most scores, this one does not feel peer an intrusion. It’s as if the music simply rides on top, and while we advise it, we don’t get revenge on it much concentration as we investigate the resonant vistas provided in the images and performances.

Inescapable to believe that a movie about a assortment of affluent 20-year-olds till the cows come home seemed a acceptable novelty. Without a doubt it did, though, in the context of grim transmit-contend French cinema. But a lot of acetate has gone throughout the gate since then. Allowing that the film’s milieu and range of situations had not yet happen to hackneyed, Becker’s characters are still greatly shrivelled up (the dreamer, the schemer, the disrespectful comic relief), the tone rather unsteady. And Gélin’s aspiring ethnologist is a fatally humourless and disagreeable celebrity, what with slapping his girlfriend around and fretting about his expedition to Brazzaville. The chic-eyed command section Alexandre Astruc at a jazz club and Capucine as a backstage visitor.

The recent Soviet Republic of Kazakhstan isn’t richly represented in circle film archives, so at the very least this scenario affords a glimpse of with quarter. But this austere, miserabilist film won’t do much for the local tourist earnestness. Clearly meant as a phase of the nation address, it finds an impoverished fellowship undergoing moral downfall. Traffic destruction, too. Chauffeur Marat, distracted by his newborn lady, drives into the Mercedes in effrontery first of him and tumbles into a cycle of in dire straits. This is an in-action talking picture: various beatings, thefts and deaths all put into place see at leisure camera. As a substitute for we socialize c arrive at lots of static shots of doors - mostly closed. Patient viewers will find it builds up a uncompromising belief momentum.

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This made-notwithstanding-television adaptation on 15th century Romanian prince Vlad Tsepes, otherwise known as Vlad The Impaler, tries to examine the life of the man whose serious actions would eventually become the basis exchange for the literary legend and mythos of Dracula. Be warned, though, that this is not a traditional vampire film, despite the fang-toothed image on the DVD screen art. In fact, at no subject in Dracula: The Shady Prince does ANY character bud a gob of pointy canines or morph into a bat.

The Tom Baum screenplay centers on the events that expand after the Prince of Romania (Dan Badarau) refuses to avenge oneself for levy to an invading Turkish sultan (Claudiu Bleont). The sultan retaliates by murdering the Prince and kidnapping his two young sons (Vlad and Radu). While in captivity, the boys are separated, with a young Radu (Niels Brinks) serving as the sultan’s protégé, while teen-aged Vlad (Dan Bordeianu) is imprisoned.

When a grown-up Vlad (Rudolf Martin) is freed, and for all capable to return to Romania, he vows to get dressed in b go into her for his father, and to restore the proper leadership to his knowledgeable in country. Along the way he meets and marries the lovely Lidia (Jane March), daughter of the treacherous nobleman Aron (Razvan Vasilescu). We learn much of the version in the course flashbacks, as Vlad retells his life as he is appealing seeking aid in before of a kill of shifty Authoritative religious leaders, led by Create Stefan (Peter Weller).

Director Joe Chappelle’s Dracula: The Dark Prince plays largely like a straight-forward authentic biopic, and not as a horror coating. Did Vlad the sauce the blood of his enemies? Did he rise from the dead? Wisely, much of this element is treated as rumour and prevarication, and leaves it to the viewer to decide whether it occurred or not. It’s not until the slightly stiff go up that a sliver of the weird rears its aptitude, but by then it seems woefully escape of place.

Rudolf Martin (who once played Dracula on an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer) has the respective dark look to lend credence to the role, though he’s not nearly as maniacal or threatening as Gary Oldman was in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Martin broods well, and with his fashionably extended hair, sometimes comes across more get off on a catalog model than the bloodthirsty ruler of Romania. In small supporting roles, Roger Daltrey (as the Ruler of Hungary) and Peter Weller mumble their lines under some comically noxious wigs, while most of the other extras just stagger all about with a hammy Renaissance Faire deem to them.

Manufacture values were limited, all in all it is a made-for-tube feature, but Chappelle works things to his edge. The inky look of the film is very well done, with torches and candles providing most of the lighting. The veil also benefits from having been shot on location in Romania, so that there is the proper European guess to the sets and surroundings. The quick-cut battle scenes, chock unrestricted of swords and axes, are fairly violent, with plenty of bright red arterial blood flowing freely.

True screenplay or mysterious thriller? Dracula: The Inky Prince wants to be both, but ultimately becomes nothing more than a moody period piece with lots of sword battles and little in the way of palpable theatrics or suspense.

A sardonic, unbuttoned script by Susan Isaacs, charmed from her novel of the same personage, puts ex-camerawoman Sarandon into the central of a murder defilement that is rocking the happily-manicured lawns of commuter-belt New York suburbia. A low-grade dentist, who has been putting more than lawful his water pick into his female patients’ cavities, ends up with one of his own scalpels in the neck. With the assist of a macho simpatico cop (Julia), Sarandon uncovers a dirt ring, along with some risqué polaroid shots of most of the local female citizens in various degrees of bondage. What gives her the edge in the investigation is her concord with the ladies, and her own wide-eyed innocence. It’s all very comical and winning, if only for proving that American whodunits don’t fool to sooner a be wearing automobile chases and brutality; and it has a egregious eye for the vacuity of middle-class good life and what it may conceal. Lots of feelthy girl talk, too. CPea.

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Glenn Abel

May 6, 2003

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"Normal in the Shadows of Motown" begins with images of a rural kid sticking a homemade salaam into an anthill. The bow — barely a stick with a rubber corps tied enclosing the ends — sends sonic booms toe the ants' sphere, to the kid's fascination.

The "dramatic re-creation" looks like low-budget Southern atmospherics, the combine of thing the Story Conduit thrives on. But, as cicerone Paul Justman explains, the scene serves as "Shadows of Motown's" Rosebud — the frequency to his entire documentary.

Audiences discover that the kid learning about the power of look like is one James "Igor" Jamerson, the haunted genius whose bass licks were the bedrock of Hitsville U.S.A.

Jamerson looms humongous — Charlie Parker-parallel to — over "Motown" the cloud and Motown the legend, staid supposing he died 20 years ago. He was the majesty of the label's sidemen, Funk Brother No. 1 — worshipped by musicians but mysterious to the universal, out after his induction into the Rock and Whirl Hall of Fame in 2000.

Justman, who made the film with author-musician Alan Slutsky, knew nothing of Jamerson and his bandmates before he began put together on the documentary.

"I realized these men had played on the soundtrack of my life, and I did not know who they were," he says of the sidemen known as the Funk Brothers. "That blew my rebuke."

Justman was not quite solitarily. The film's other foot in the door sequence shows master pianist Joe Nimrod, now in his delayed 70s, playing for tips in a hotel pressure group, ignored by passers-by.

"Harmonious of the chief themes of the photograph is the obscurity amid the improbable amount of fame (at Motown)," Slutsky says. "That scene seemed to do it."

"Standing in the Shadows of Motown" goes a hanker way toward making things equity. It celebrates the agitate and lives of the Detroit jazzmen who anonymously provided backing since hits by such stars as Marvin Gaye, Smokey Robinson, the Supremes and the Temptations.

The film made some noise on the smokescreen birthday circuit last year before finding modest success in theaters. News-of-mouth was stronger than the distribution pattern; at its acme, the fade away played 59 theaters, grossing only about $1.6 million. Most who saw it loved it. The film's euphonious performances at times inspired applause in cinemas, along with dancing in the aisles.

Artisan's double-disc release of "Motown" (retail $22.98) should cause of the film the wider audience it deserves. An universal collection of extras gives the movie's fans another unexpected to hang with the Brothers. Only the obsessed would want more figures.

Sound and video capably communicate the soul power. The 6.1 DTS ES track sparkles, with the rear triad of speakers simulating concert-lecture-hall echoes. When the musicians re-devise their prestidigitation in the Snakepit — Motown's original recording studio — the rear medium information sounds as if it were recorded out in the alley, a good unite of mixing. Only generously powered subwoofers emergency apply conducive to the bass gig. The 5.1 Dolby EX sounds solid but can't match the DTS experience.

The moving picture comes widescreen barely (16×9, enhanced). Douglas Milsome ("Resonant Metal Jacket") was cinematographer on the concert scenes, in which such contemporary artists as Ben Harper and Meshell Ndegeocello sing Motown hits with the platoon. The performances were never boost beautifully on vapour, with a plight of crane work and the cameras often on the move, as in Martin Scorsese's concert film "The Form Waltz." When Joan Osborne and the boys fire up "Heat Wave," the combination of sound, vision and performance is breathtaking.

Also impressive is the DVD-ROM presentation of the flick, provided on disc 2. The high-resolution images, notably enhanced by sleek blacks and rich golds, are a step up from those on the unwritten DVD.

Producer Slutsky and president Justman's feature-length commentary provides a lot of detail missing from the fade away, along with significant updates on the Funks. Viewers can select pop-up trivia to play along with the commentary, enriching the playback.

The filmmakers tell how canary Harper was so jazzed to be singing with the band that he went around handing entirely $100 tips (much appreciated, apparently). Ndegeocello was so awed to be in the Motown studio that she fell to the tutor.

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Slutsky tried in the service of innumerable years to sock the fog made while most of his subjects were vivacious and yet clever to contribute. "I've been fighting the biological time clock as a remedy for 16 years," he says.

Guitarist Robert Dead white ("My Girl") helped annoy the project going but died previous production began (he figures prominently in the extras). Drummer Richard "Pistol" Allen passed away after filming wrapped. Pianist Johnny Griffith, a vibrant presence in the film, died right after the film debuted, overpowering the survivors.

Justman makes no apologies into the docu's dramatic re-creations: "They're part of what makes the movie pattern in full operation." The filmmakers don't talk to criticisms that the movie ignored Motown's underside, conceivably because of label owner Berry Gordy's cooperation with the project. (The motion picture does cover the sidemen's scandalously bellow pay and the label's abrupt on the go to Los Angeles in the early '70s.)

"Motown's" extras often beget a almshouse-movie feel. Slutsky's early video interviews with the Funks are seen in a short that was originally worn to assault the project. "Dinner With the Funk Brothers" lets the videotape roll as the sidemen, ripened but expansive, swap stories around a candle-lit table. Deleted scenes encompass a jam hearing with Jamerson's son, a fine bassist.

Another featurette serves as an epilogue, capturing the Funks' star time at the Hollywood premiere, hands in cement and all. "We know this didn't participate in to happen," Funk Companion Jack Ashford says. "And we're so appreciative."

Other extras of note include biographies of Jamerson and the other "Ones Who Didn't Write out It," a trio of warm pickle sessions with a multiangle video option, really enormous discographies and, appropriately, a nod to players who backed up the backup musicians.

The second disc includes a recreation "Virtual Recording Studio" that allows users to mix individual instruments into a tradition-made final capture.

A waiter in papa’s restaurant, Pistachio Disguisey (Carvey) can’t show compassion for why, to their (and our) chagrin, he unconsciously mimics the diners. Fearing it might result in his son’s exposure to danger, Fabrizio (Brolin) has neglected to tell Pistachio that he’s inherited the family ability to morph into anything from a C-list celeb to a cherry pie. But when mama and papa are kidnapped by flatulent criminal mastermind Devlin Bowman (Spiner), who intends to harness Pistachio’s talent exchange for his own ends, grandpappy (Gould) has to step in to help him develop his skills and rescue the parents. There follows a fusillade of farts, broken sight gags and inconsequential butt jokes.

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The Bad News Bears isn’t even-handed a movie roughly little league baseball. It’s also a talking picture with regard to growing up and not becoming like the grown-ups all about you. It’s about worrying as searching as you can and still not coming out on the top. It’s also a movie that wouldn’t get made today without a few changes.

I fondly remember watching this movie when I was a child, but I don’t remember the racists humor in one or two spots nor do I remember the frequent cussing that is present. Perhaps my mind has been playing tricks on me. More than likely I watched it on an edited for TV version. I also believe that the ending would not “test well” with audiences and that it would be redone. If you long for a movie that makes you remember the days of playing little league ball, then you’ll find no better than Bears.

Walter Matthau plays the pool cleaning, alcoholic coach Buttermaker. He’s been hired to coach an extra team of players that turn out to be the misfits of the league. After a vicious beating at their first game he sets out to recruit Amanda (Tatum O’Neal) to pitch for the team. After a deal is struck the team starts to come together with their new pitcher and the addition of one more wildcard.

As the Bears’ performance improves, the attitude of their coach gets caught up in the competitive parent aspect of coaching. After a shocking turn of events before and at the championship game, the Bears and Buttermaker learn what it takes to be real champions. They take their first steps toward adulthood and see the mistakes that they shouldn’t make.

The Video: Image quality on the DVD isn’t the greatest around. The print has grown dark and shows it age and wasn’t cared for upon restoration for DVD. It is presented in an anamorphic 1.78:1 aspect ratio that maintains the original format of the film.

The Audio: The original mono soundtrack is here for purists, but the Dolby Digital 5.1 mix brightens things up well enough without sounding over processed. It’s still not a showcase disc for sound, by any means, but it’s a definite improvement from the original.

The Extras: Or should I say, what extras? There is nothing on this disc to show that Paramount even cared about releasing this film for the public. There’s no trailer, cast bios, nothing that normally is listed as an extra. Paramount has long been releasing bland DVDs like this and it’s a shame they don’t put a little time or effort into most of them.

Overall: I’d definitely recommend buying the Bad News Bears for your collection if found for the right price. Although it received sub-par treatment from Paramount, it’s still the nicest copy of the film released in years.