For those wondering what happened to October’s “10 on the 10th” post, I simply forgot it was the 10th! No such oversight this month, with Parasite taking top marks and currently sitting second on my favourite films of 2019 behind Robert Eggers’ The Lighthouse. Sam Rockwell and Archie Yates steal this list with their wonderful performances in Jojo Rabbit, while Edith Massey in Polyester claims the best line with, “At first I thought he was walking his dog. Then I realized, it was his date.”
- Nightmare Cinema (Mick Garris, Alejandro Brugués, Joe Dante, Ryûhei Kitamura, and David Slade, 2018)
- Jojo Rabbit (Taika Waititi, 2019)
- Cosmos (Andrzej Zulawski, 2015)
- The Limey (Steven Soderbergh, 1999)
- Toy Story 4 (Josh Cooley 2019)
- The Hired Hand (Peter Fonda, 1971)
- Parasite (Bong Joon-ho, 2019)
- Polyester (John Waters, 1981)
- Slice (Austin Vesely, 2018)
- Halloween (David Gordon Green, 2018)
In unrelated but splendid news, MMC! will be providing coverage of the 2019 Buried Alive Film Festival! BAFF starts this upcoming Wednesday with its Sinema Challenge screenings, then launches into their feature and short film program on Thursday, culminating with an evening of awards and screenings next Sunday. Those in and around Atlanta should check out Buried Alive’s site for schedule information and tickets on its latest and greatest schedule.
These last ten films I’ve watched are an interesting bunch. Luigi Cozzi’s cut of Godzilla proved to be an underwhelming novelty, a primitively cut fanmix that was unfortunately dull as Raymond Burr stiffly toured through the movie under the haphazard haze of faded yellow and purple gels, then verged on offensive as it cut horrendous atrocity footage into Godzilla’s rampage and aftermath, creating a kind of Cozzila Holocaust. If only Cozzilla could have resembled something more intrepid like its colourful, sensational, practically incoherent epilogue, this movie could have at least been an entertaining mess.
- The Cremator (Juraj Herz, 1969)
- The Bitter Stems (Fernando Ayala, 1956)
- Magic Mike (Steven Soderbergh, 2012)
- Get Shorty (Barry Sonnenfeld, 1995)
- Cozzilla (Luigi Cozzi, Ishirô Honda, and Terry O. Morse, 1977)
- Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster (Ishirô Honda, 1964)
- Midsommar (Ari Aster, 2019)
- Come and See (Elem Klimov, 1985)
- Godzilla: King of the Monsters (Michael Dougherty, 2019)
- Her Smell (Alex Ross Perry, 2018)
I also inadvertently managed to create a pair of unusual double features. Come and See and Midsommar were expectedly traumatizing in their own ways, yet they proved to be remarkably easier to watch than I initially anticipated thanks to some captivating storytelling. The Bitter Stems and The Cremator managed to find common ground on the subjects of death and delusion, however it was the slippery interiorities of these films and their wild subjectivites that really connected them. On reflection, I might recommend watching The Cremator first and letting its more audacious style enliven The Bitter Stems all the more.
The last ten films I’ve watched lean toward the little seen and hard to find. For example, I had to order the Blu-ray of Five Fingers for Marseilles three times from Amazon before eventually getting one shipped, but I’m very happy to have finally seen it. Matthews’ film proved to be one of those great cinematic experiences where an otherwise unseen world is suddenly presented before you. Five Fingers for Marseilles is a slow-burning, South African neo-western full of gorgeous, hardy landscapes; wonderful, locally-inspired costumes; indelibly lyrical native dialects; and portentous, foreboding camera movements. African cinema can tend to be a blindspot for many of us, but for those who love the tropes of the western and have the patience for slow, atmospheric story-telling, Five Fingers is revelatory.
(Also, a spoiler alert! One of these last ten films will be MMC!‘s next proposed title!)
- The Ball at the Anjo House (Kôzaburô Yoshimura, 1947)
- Private Property (Leslie Stevens, 1960)
- The Devil (Andrej Zulawski, 1972)
- The Music of Chance (Philip Haas, 1993)
- Terror of Mechagodzilla (Ishirô Honda, 1975)
- Paradise Alley (Sylvester Stallone, 1978)
- Slap the Monster on Page One (Marco Bellocchio, 1972)
- Five Fingers for Marseilles (Michael Matthews, 2017)
- An Average Little Man (Mario Monicelli, 1977)
- Josie and the Pussycats (Harry Elfont and Deborah Kaplan, 2001)
High marks among the last ten films I’ve watched for Diamonds of the Night (a moving and surprisingly abstract approach to dealing with the Holocaust – think a better rendering of Son of Saul), Relaxer (a recent Oscilloscope title that seems to be inventing a fourth body genre concerned with other bodily leakages and preoccupied with revulsion and disgust), Memories of Murder (quite a captivating police procedural that nearly lives up to its very esteemed reputation), and Phantasm (an overdue first-time watch that provided an exceptionally random grab bag of horror material collected into a Carpenter-esque package that definitely entertained). A failing grade for Son of Godzilla, whose giant spiders and mantises cannot compensate for the creation of Minilla. Also, I watched Tora-San, the Intellectual having just discovered that an elaborate Blu-ray set is being released later this year in Japan commemorating the 50th anniversary of the franchise and the release of a new film!
- Phantasm (Don Coscarelli, 1979)
- Dave Made a Maze (Bill Watterson, 2017)
- If You Meet Sartana Pray for Your Death (Gianfranco Parolini, 1968)
- Tora-San, the Intellectual (Yôji Yamada, 1975)
- The Eyes of Orson Welles (Mark Cousins, 2018)
- Memories of Murder (Bong Joon-ho, 2003)
- Relaxer (Joel Potrykus, 2018)
- Son of Godzilla (Jun Fukuda, 1967)
- Diamonds of the Night (Jan Nemec, 1964)
- Hollywood Shuffle (Robert Townsend, 1987)
Lastly, a shout-out to the Criterion Collection’s release of Sergei Bondarchuk’s War and Peace (1966). I’m halfway through and I’m blown away. While I expected to love it, the films are not as I expected, often telling their stories in long sequences without dialogue and that proceed like some over-determined, poetically rendered dreamscape. From battlefields to ballrooms to borzois running across vast estates, War and Peace is epic at every turn and an entrancing wonder.
With the NBA Playoffs in full swing (plus devoting some time to some TV programs and getting sick over the last couple of weeks), my usual pace for watching movies has slowed considerably. Accordingly, these last ten films I’ve watched extend back to last month’s Calgary Underground Film Festival and screenings of Harpoon and Foosballers (both of which were enjoyable films, particularly the latter).
- Amazing Grace (Sydney Pollack and Alan Elliott, 2018)
- MFKZ (Shoujirou Nishimi and Guillaume Renard, 2017)
- Madman (Joe Giannone, 1981)
- The Last Circus (Álex de la Iglesia, 2010)
- Murder Obsession (Riccardo Freda, 1981)
- Crazy Thunder Road (Gakuryū Ishii, 1980)
- The New Rijksmuseum (Oeke Hoogendijk, 2014)
- Foosballers (Joe Heslinga, 2019)
- Harpoon (Rob Grant, 2019)
- Welcome Mr. Marshall! (Luis Garciá Berlanga, 1953)
Actually, this list has some sneaky good titles in it. The New Rijksmuseum is a rather fascinating observational documentary about the ten year renovation of Holland’s iconic art museum, offering a complicated survey on the intersection of art and creativity on the one hand and democracy and bureaucracy on the other. Ishii’s Crazy Thunder Road is an underappreciated classic of Japanese cinema that is not merely about punks but also is punk from its production to its aesthetics. The Last Circus, a story of mad love and violent clowns in Franco-era Spain, and MFKZ, a Studio 4°C adaptation of a French comic book, turned out to be a pair of secret successes, proving to be surprisingly entertaining despite their relatively poor critical reputations. The Criterion Channel’s Berlanga titles included Welcome Mr. Marshall, a sweet Andalusian comedy in the best spirit of an Ealing film that concerned some opportunistic townsfolk greedy for some sweet foreign aid. Amazing Grace looks like it’s cobbled together from off-cuts (a testament to the degree Pollack struggled in filming the two-night performance) but the janky camera movements and haphazard focus pulls somehow work to only revere Aretha Franklin’s singing, as if the film production is staring into the sun itself and struggling to depict its full glory.
These last ten films I’ve watched represent various things: my effort to watch more great art house cinema (I Am Cuba, True Stories), my aim to work through the DEFA catalogue on Kanopy (Trace of Stones), my son’s love of giant monsters (the Godzilla films), my monthly horror watch-group (Horror Noire, Blood Bath). The only real failure amongst these ten films was Blood Bath, a too-brief take on a nonsensical story about vampirism and painting. Thankfully, Arrow Video provides three more versions on its Blu-ray release to hopefully offer some improvement. (Those looking for a Roger Corman take-down of artsy-beatnik pretentiousness should stick with A Bucket of Blood (1959).)
- Deadbeat at Dawn (Jim Van Bebber, 1988)
- I Am Cuba (Mikhail Kalatozov, 1964)
- True Stories (David Byrne, 1986)
- Trace of Stones (Frank Beyer, 1966)
- Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla (Masaaki Tezuka, 2002)
- Godzilla, Mothra and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack (Shusuke Kaneko, 2001)
- Horror Noire: A History of Black Horror (Xavier Neal-Burgin, 2019)
- Bodied (Joseph Kahn, 2017)
- Blue Ruin (Jeremy Saulnier, 2013)
- Blood Bath (Jack Hill and Stephanie Rothman, 1966)
I feel somewhat ambivalently about Bodied, a very funny and very talented satire about hip hop and political correctness, both of which are presented as kinds of word games. Without any spoilers, Bodied ends with a condemnation and then a celebration that felt very contrary to me. I expected a deflatation of its apparently happy ending, but it never came and I’m left wondering about Bodied‘s “rules” (or lack thereof) for rap battles and the morality of its contest. If anyone has seen Bodied, I’d love to hear some thoughts – Are the contradictions in Bodied‘s conclusion able to be reconciled? Are they meant to be? If not, what are we to take from its conflict?