I have to be honest. I tried to write a regular review for this film, but I disliked the movie so much that I don’t care. On some level, I felt personally offended. Rather than try to write some long justification, I am just going to say I don’t recommend it and move on. I recommend Pinocchio, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and Battlestar Galactica. They explore the themes in this film far better, with a greater maturity and depth that won’t leave you feeling like you have been lectured to like a child.
Since Deanna Durbin isn’t dead yet, I know she can’t spin in her grave. However, I am sure that after she passes away, she will spin every time someone watches this phenomenally awful film. She chases a man during the Gold Rush, sings along the way, falls for another man, and into some mud. I won’t dignify the film with further summary.
Deanna Durbin is a good singer and more importantly, a fine comedic actress. This movie surrounds her with second rate actors and a piss poor script. The only thing memorable is the scene pictured above of her shoving a man’s head into a river with her foot. There is one sequence that seems to foreshadow The Sound Of Music (1965) with Deanna in the hills singing. In reality, it only serves to remind us of why that movie was so wonderful. Before musicals like that one, they had no idea what they were doing as evidenced by this cow dung captured on celluloid.
This was the first Deanna Durbin film that I can say was truly a punishment to watch. Do I have to say that I don’t recommend it? Remember, she may not be dead, but I am sure that a little part of Deanna Durbin aches anytime this film is watched. Be a good person and don’t hurt her.
Having watched Les Femmes (1969) and Love On A Pillow (1962) recently, I was optimistic that this film couldn’t possibly be another bad Bardot film. I was wrong. It’s practically the same movie as Love On A Pillow. Bardot leaves her lover to go on a trip, meets a man who latches onto her, and the two of them have an unhealthy relationship. Why do they even have to try and be high brow with these Bardot films? If the only reason you offer up to see the movie is Bardot’s obvious assets, than make it sexy fun time with Bardot. Instead, we get a little teasing and a lots of what amounts to a series of high fashion photographs. In other words, vacuous posing of Bardot in beautiful and/or exotic settings. There is only one scene that delivers, that’s when the boy toy forces Bardot to drink milk from a bottle while she is tied up. It’s over too soon and doesn’t make up for the rest of the film. Here are a few nice shots from the film.
Once again it’s a Bardot film not worth anyone’s time. I am beginning to doubt that even her breakout film …And God Created Woman (1956) will be any good.
I thought Les Femmes (1969) was just bad because it was later in Bardot’s career. I was wrong. This film manages to takes all the pleasure out of seeing Bardot in numerous fantasy-like positions. It’s somewhere between the enjoyable sadism of Luis Buñuel’s Viridiana (1961) and the painful, but cathartic sadism of Lars Von Trier’s Breaking The Waves (1996). The film starts with Bardot leaving her lover to go on a trip. She arrives at her hotel to find a man in her bed who appears to be dead. Turns out he tried to kill himself and she has just “rescued” him. He quickly latches onto her and comes home with her. He manages to get her to withdraw from the world and pay attention only to him. You could call it psychological torture, but it’s kind of with her consent and not quite as nasty as the word “torture”. I’m not sure if we are supposed to enjoy the torture or pity the two and feel resolution in the final over the top scene. Since I couldn’t do either, the film felt like it was torturing me. In the end, a few nice shots of Bardot are all I ended up with.
There is no possible reason to bother with this trash. I am going to watch another Bardot film entitled Two Weeks In September (1967) next. Maybe it will be better…I hope!
Up for illicit passions in a southern Italian town? Sure it’s Jules Dassin, the man behind Rififi and Brute Force, but instead of making the salacious material enjoyable, he makes it insufferably boring. The all-star European cast only means you will be doubly disappointed at such a waste of talent. Take my advice, watch The Birds, The Bees, And The Italians instead. Forget this film exists.
It’s never a good a sign when the director of a big blockbuster superhero film is more interesting to look up on IMDb than the film is to watch. Director Martin Campbell started by making British porn, then went into television and made the cult classic Cast A Deadly Spell (1991). Successfully re-launched the Bond franchise twice! Did the same for Zorro! Maybe they thought he could do the same for another hero. Either that or Green Lantern had the same kind of mask as the lady in his first film The Sex Thief. Whatever the reason, the film is a flop. I never read the comic books so I can’t speak as to it’s faithfulness to the material. The movie gives us the impression that the backdrop for Green Lantern’s superheroing is the entire universe, yet the film comes up with a ridiculous plot to drag the most abstract of battles from the cosmos to a single city on Earth. The actors are not worth mentioning because they are dwarfed by the endless special effects and are reduced to speeches if they are men and standing around looking pretty if they are women. I came down hard on the Captain America movie, but I should have saved it for this film. Instead, I am left saying, did anyone think this was going to be good? I believe that if they were willing to try Thor, Captain America, and Green Lantern, then let’s take a crack at Aquaman.
The movie is about a tap dancing penguin who can’t sing like his fellow penguins. That means we don’t get to hear him belt out ‘Gotta Dance!’ It also means that we find out what drives penguins insane like the one in Herzog’s Encounters At The End Of The World. It’s the humans taking all their fish. Believe it or not, the plot isn’t the problem the movie. The problem is the animation. It is distractingly bad. They seem to have spent all their time making the lead penguin look cute, then tried to do as little work on the rest so they could have massive numbers of penguins onscreen at once. I can’t recommend it.
This little dung heap of a film is like a bad public service announcement. It begins with a family whose daughter is going out for the evening. The mother disapproves, but the father says it’s ok. Then the focus turns to the random other girl who lives with them and her sad story. The rest of the film is that sad story which amounts to having gotten drunk and married. A little cross-cutting between the story and the parents worrying reminds us they are still around. She seems to end up happily married in the end, although it’s hard to tell. The daughter from the beginning ends up calling to say that she is getting married. They all seem to be happy about it. I guess the moral is that as long as you know what you are getting into it isn’t a Reckless Action, which is the alternate title of the movie. Avoid this film like the plague and if you have a daughter, do as the title says, protect her from this waste of time.
I don’t know what Ismail Merchant thought he had here. The film is supposed to be about a college professor who teaches Hindi, but has a passion for Urdu. He shares this passion with a local journal that publishes Urdu poetry. The editor of the journal suggests that he go and interview a famous and reclusive poet. Upon visiting the poet, he finds that the man is surrounded by “followers”, wives, and others that exploit him for his talents and money. The poet himself drinks and is usually depressed. The professor tries to get funds for a video camera for the interview and ends up with a tape recorder. With tape recorder in hand and a useless technician along to operate it, he goes to try and record some Urdu poetry for posterity. He never captures anything of use because either the poet is interrupted, inebriated, or starts quoting Keats.
The ending has the poet dying, leaving books of poetry to the professor, and the audience not feeling a thing. We were jazzed up to see the beautiful castle and all we were shown were ruins. I’m sure that’s the point. I couldn’t care, because I saw no beauty to contrast with the deterioration. Maybe that is a failing of me being an American with little appreciation for poetry, but it’s my opinion. I cannot recommend this film.
This movie was baffling and felt like one long film of the dancers in Out 1: Spectre. A little plot about a newly discovered Jane Austen play establishes a rivalry between two drama teachers … it isn’t worth your time to see it and certainly a waste of my time to try and make any sense of it.