fatesdesigner wrote:Holy hell I've missed this place. And the new look is pretty damn sexy.
ONLY GOD FORGIVES (Refn, 2013) - 4.5/5
The more I see this nonsensical and bizarre film, the more I come out enjoying it. Perhaps I'm too much of a sucker for a neon color palette, synth driven soundtrack and a perfectly stoic Gosling, but I truly do love it.
SHALLOW GRAVE (Boyle, 1994) - 4.5/5
I've gotta say, now having watched Doctor Who, seeing this one is almost surreal at times. Still a phenomenal piece of cinema, and one of my favorites from Boyle.
Awesome to see you dude, I'm glad you're digging the look. I've been meaning to see both of those movies but I've put off Only God Forgives
in favor of other, more pertinent to the holidays, stuff. I can't believe I still haven't seen Shallow Grave
, loving these reminders, it's good to see you enjoyed both a lot. Here's what I watched during the peak of the holidays...
12/24: Christmas Vacation
(Chechik, 1989) ****
(Dante, 1984) ****
12/25: Black Christmas
(Clark, 1974) ****
12/25: A Christmas Story
(Clark, 1983) ****
12/25: How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
(Jones & Washam, 1966) ****
12/25: A Charlie Brown Christmas
(Melendez, 1965) ****
12/25: Mickey's Christmas Carol
(Mattinson, 1983) ***1/2
12/25: Pluto's Christmas Tree
(Hannah, 1952) ***1/2
12/25: The Hockey Champ
(King, 1939) ***
12/25: Corn Chips
(Hannah, 1951) ***
12/26: A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas
(Strauss-Schulson, 2011) ***
12/26: To All a Goodnight
(Hess, 1980) **1/2
12/27: Game Over
(Manzor, 1989) ***
12/27: A Garfield Christmas Special
(Roman & Singer, 1987) ***1/2
I watched a couple things in the Christmas Afterglow
, To All a Goodnight
was surprisingly entertaining, lots of sexy babes running around looking good, the only directorial effort by David Hess, crazed Santa Claus chopping up unsuspecting teens. If you're into that kind of thing, like I am, you'll probably find it above average. I could even see it growing on me with time.Game Over
was another crazy guy dressed as Santa Claus on the loose flick but with a little more going on, the main protagonist is an intelligent and resourceful child who likes to dress up and act like Rambo, he's tech savvy, this movie is like a cross between Home Alone
, First Blood
and Die Hard
. The only other person in the house is his older frail grandfather. It's in French, this movie was well ahead of its time, the child works on a computer (from the 80's) and even tours message boards online looking for proof of a Santa Claus (he's at that age where the illusion is beginning to slip), this is how the killer finds him. This thing captured my imagination, there's a secret passageway toy factory/hideout/graveyard that only the kid knows about as a place he and his estranged father shared. I'm a sucker for secret passageways and hidden rooms.
The place is huge and the terrain advantage is with the child who knows the place like the back of his hand. The killer is psychotic and unpredictable. A hidden gem, check it out.
I was also happy to have found Pluto's Christmas Tree
on the Mickey's Christmas Carol
Blu-ray, it's a Disney short I had watched all the time as a child and hadn't seen in several years. I had forgotten its title, I knew the short by heart, and love it dearly, I just didn't know where to find it. So glad to fill in that nostalgic gap.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.