(Parrish 1969) Journey to the Far Side of the Sun
(Boorman 1974) Zardoz
(Lieberman 2004) Earthsea
(Harding 2006) Agatha Christie’s Poirot: Ep.55 ― Cards on the Table
(del Toro 2004) Hellboy
(Zeisler 1936) The Amazing Quest of Ernest Bliss [as Amazing Adventure]
(Stevens 1941) Penny Serenade
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Category Archives: DN - Viewing 2008 - Page 3
FILMS JANUARY-MARCH 2008
Testament (Littman 1983)
See discussion of this film in blog entry The Poisoning of a People.
(Green & Siegel 2003) The Weather Underground
I’m far too irritated by this silly documentary to analyze it dispassionately. It foolishly romanticizes the Weather Underground. Those pompous, arrogant assholes were typical examples of spoiled-brat rich kids aligning themselves with evil and masquerading as “opponents” of the Vietnam War. These were NOT radicals in any sense. Their ideology was ultra-orthodox, ultra-conservative, pro-slavery, and totalitarian. Today, partly because of the activities of these fake “revolutionaries”, the truly evil nature of the Vietnam War has been successfully obfuscated by its perpetrators. These clowns were NOT the opposition to that evil war. Far from it. As the sixties saying went, you are either part of the problem or you’re part of the solution. Hypocritical poseurs like the Weathermen were part of the problem. They should be firmly classified where they belong: symbiotic partners with the monsters who promoted and executed the Vietnam War. Meanwhile, all the courage of the genuine opponents of the war has been forgotten. Let us hear no more nonsense about these phony creeps.
(Lucas 2005) Star Wars: Episode III ― Revenge of the Sith
Finally got around to seeing this, albeit only on the small screen. I never knew there could be anything more tedious than Parsifal. I notice now that the female characters in the Star Wars movies have gotten progressively more inactive and ornamental. Remember Princess Leah? She was expected to do some fighting and solve problems. But that was the 1970s. This episode’s Padmé has all the dynamism of a hydrogen atom at the end of the universe. Not even spectacular CG battles could keep my eye on the screen. I’m not very demanding when it comes to space opera. A few nice visuals, maybe a clever line or two is all it takes to keep me happy. But I would have been pissed off if I had paid theatre prices to see this.
(Levin 1959) Journey to the Center of the Earth
I’m very fond of this absurd 1950s Hollywood version of the Jules Verne classic. My brother tells me that my childhood fascination with paleontology can be traced to being terrified by the “dinosaurs” of the film ― small garden lizards with rubber fins glued to them, matted into the film. Believe it or not, this was top-of-the-line special effects when the film was made, the only other option being claymation. Other unintentionally humorous elements of the film include the casting of Pat Boone (yes, Pat Boone!) as a young geology student spouting the most pathetic attempt at a Scottish accent in history, and a scene where the adventurers reach “a place with a magnetic field that snatches gold away, the junction of the north and south magnetic fields, the CENTER OF THE EARTH!”, which appears to be a whirlpool in an underground ocean. The conceptual confusion in the scene transcends anything you have ever seen in any other movie. Even Ed Wood had a better grasp of physics. Jules Verne’s novel is quaint, today, but it fit reasonably well into the science of its time. Somehow, the screenwriters managed to push the film’s scientific understanding to about two thousand years earlier than Verne.
James Mason and Arlene Dahl are the lead actors in the film. It had a big budget, a lush score composed by Bernard Hermann, and was partly filmed in Carlsbad Caverns, though that natural wonder appears to be filled with cheap junk jewelery and papier maché boulders. Mason does a wonderful job of keeping a straight face as they encounter dinosaurs, giant mushrooms, and the lost city of Atlantis. A villain follows them, played by Thayer David, and he gets to utter one of the most wonderful bad lines in film history: “I never sleep… I hate those little slices of death.” But despite all that high-powered haminess, the film is stolen by Peter Ronson, an Icelandic olympic athlete who got the part because he was the only Icelandic-speaking giant, muscular man available in Hollywood. His character, Hans, seems to have an unhealthy passion for a pet eiderduck, and the duck accompanies them to the center of the earth, meeting a tragic end when the villain gets hungry. Hans’ remorseless march of vengeance is the most wonderful part of the film. Peter Ronson died, last year. This was his only appearance in a film.