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Che Guevera, a ghost and a flirt: movies

CHE Part One (2008) is the first half of Steven Soderbergh’s four-hour biopic of Che Guevera, the iconic (almost literally — the poster image here had a long reach) Latin American revolutionary of the 1960s. The film alternates between scenes of Che in the Cuban revolution and a 1964 interview (which serves to put a lot of this in context); while the individual scenes are good, there’s not enough of a dramatic arc to keep me reading even to the end of Part One (it makes me look fondly at fictionalized biopics like Viva Villa).“I think you should forgive me in advance as i know you will not like what I’m about to say.”

The great British TV writer Nigel Kneale (best known for the Quatermass TV serials—Quatermass, Quatermass II and Quatermass and the Pit) adapted Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black for TV in 1989. As in the novel, THE WOMAN IN BLACK has a solicitor in post-Great War England visiting an isolated house to dispose of the recently deceased owner’s possessions. But why does this woman in mourning wear constantly show up, watching him from a distance? What’s in the room that he can’t unlock? Are those screams of terror from the marsh really just birds? This is slow, old-school horror, taking its time to get to the scary bits but it works — much better than the later Daniel Radcliffe version. “You’re a London solicitor — have you ever heard a gull?”

BALL OF FIRE (1941) is the Billy Wilder-scripted, Howard Hawks take on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the dwarves being seven elderly professors (including Richard Haydn and SZ Sakall) led by Gary Cooper in compiling the ultimate encyclopedia. When Cooper discovers his section on slang his hopelessly out of date, he goes looking for help and winds up meeting nightclub singer Sugarpuss O’Shea (Barbara Stanwyck). She wants nothing to do with him —

—until triggerman Dan Duryea shows up on behalf of her mobster boyfriend (Dana Andrews) and tells Sugar she needs to hide from the cops. Next thing Cooper and his crew know, they’ve got a beautiful, flamboyant woman moving in with them and tying them up in knots. Hmm, is it possible she might start developing some knotty feelings of her own? This is a fun, fast-moving film and one of my favorite Stanwyck movies. A shame I didn’t watch it with TYG as there are lots of scenes she’d have enjoyed making raunchy jokes about. “That man spoke a living language; I’ve embalmed a dead one.”

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Danny Ocean, Batman, a vicar and some umbrellas: a movie and TV

Steven Soderbergh has spent his career doing art movies like Kafka (which tanked badly enough I’ve never been able to find it for rewatching) and paying the bills with hits such as Erin Brockovich. I presume it’s that pragmatic approach that led to himn directing OCEAN’S THIRTEEN (2007) as a follow up to Ocean’s 12.

The movie feels “off” from the beginning as we spend 30 minutes with George Clooney explaining to Eddie Izzard how they’ve set up 90 percent of their plan to take down casino magnate Al Pacino (for double-crossing team meber Elliott Gould). However they need Izzard to help them thwart an unbeatable AI that watches people’s body language to tell if they genuinely won or were scamming the casino (it sounds very much like the kind of bullshit claims the tech industry makes about junk AI products). As in Ocean’s Eleven the team is all male (Ellen Barkin as Pacino’s right hand provides the token female) and the whole thing feels almost like self-parody — any random episode of the TV series Leverage would be more fun. “Screw Sinatra’s hand!”

So is the excellent first season of BATMAN: The Caped Crusader, Bruce Timm’s return to the world of the Masked Manhunter. It’s a vaguely 1940s Gotham City, though more diverse than the reality would have been (Commissioner Gordon and Barbara are POC, Det. Montoya is an out lesbian), Batman has just started his career and the GCPD treats him as a criminal. Can he take down the Penguin (a woman voiced by Minnie Driver), sinister psychiatrist Harley Quinn, spoiled heiress Selina Kyle and scarred former prosecutor Harvey Dent? And what about corrupt cop Harvey Bullock?

Timm is doing non-canonical interpretations of most of these — way more so than in Batman: The Animated Adventures — which made my guesses about where it was going wrong in several episodes. It doesn’t always work — Two-Face without his coin flipping just ain’t Two-Face — but it usually does, and the series does a good job developing his relationship with Babs and Alfred over the course of the 10-episode run. “What do you do when the evidence is pointing you in a direction you don’t want to look?”

The third and final season of THE VICAR OF DIBLEY (you can check out my S1 and S2 reviews) has the Gerry (Dawn French) and the rest of the cast coping with Hugo and Alice’s baby, David (Gary Waldnorn) falling for Gerry and the entire village facing being turned into a reservoir to solve a persistent drought problem (the last of the four episodes). Good fun (though the David/Gerry relationship becomes surprisingly downbeat) and a satisfactory series ender — though 10 years later we’d revisit Dibley in a series of specials. “How about digging up moles and bashing in their heads with a flat stone?”

The ending of the THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY‘s third season had the apocalypse averted once again but with the team now stranded and powerless in another new timeline. Netflix’s final season picks up several years later with the team in normal lives — Five working for the CIA, Luther a male stripper, Alison and Lila with kids and so on. Only now their powers are returning. Weird shit is going down. And a cult claims that the current timeline is a distortion of the real, perfect one which somehow they’re going to get back to …

I had mixed feelings about S3 but this was a satisfactory (if rather sad — I won’t go into detail beyond that) finish explaining why they’ve had to deal with so many apocalypses and bringing them all together for the big finish. While I haven’t been able to sit through the final season of the Doom Patrol‘s endless squabbling with each other, this series I did and it worked for me. ““Alison and Claire had to dig me out of the grave of a dead greyhound.”

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What did you do in the war, daddy? Or after it?

In working through the films of Stephen Soderbergh, I’ve been dawdling on watching THE GOOD GERMAN (2006) because I’d confused it with The Reader, which was good but nothing I particularly wanted to rewatch. Nope, it’s an entirely different film.

George Clooney plays Jake Geisner, a reporter who arrives in post-WW II Berlin, bombed out and under Allied occupation (divided into a Russian, French, English and American zone). Officially Jake’s there to write; unofficially he’s there to find his former girlfriend, Lena (Kate Winslett), a German Jew. By coincidence, she’s sleeping with Tully (Tobey Maguire), Jake’s military driver, a black marketeer who’s trying to pull enough strings to get Lena papers so he can take her out of Berlin. Then Tully ends up shot dead in the Russian zone. Is Lena in danger? Can Jake save her?

The film is a visual treat, done in the style of a 1940s Warner Brothers thriller from the opening credits through the Casablanca ending. In its own right, though, it’s an unsatisfying film — Soderbergh knows the music but he can’t quite play it. The acting feels self-conscious and the story (involving America’s efforts to smuggle Nazi scientists into the US) doesn’t have enough drama. “Driving to work, he killed more people than Al Capone in Chicago.”

That led me to rewatch a couple of movies from my sizable recorded-off-the-air collection. In Billy Wilder’s A FOREIGN AFFAIR (1948) it’s Congresswoman Phoebe Frost (Jean Arthur) who’s arriving in Berlin as part of a fact-finding commission. She’s shocked to discover American soldiers are dabbling in the black market and fraternizing with the local frauleins, despite Col. Plummer (Millard Mitchell) insisting it’s only to be expected (“You can’t pin a sergeant’s stripes on an angel.”).

When Frost learns one soldier is keeping Erika (Marlene Dietrich), a nightclub singer and Nazi wife, she recruits Captain Pringle (John Lund) to help find the man … which he could do just by looking in a mirror (you probably guessed that). He decides the best way to fend off Frost’s investigation is to romance her but damned if he doesn’t start falling for her for real (you probably guessed that too). The result is an odd mix of noirish cynicism and screwball romance that didn’t work as well for me as it did when I first saw it. However that may have been my mood more than anything. “There are 12,000 of our boys policing that pest-hole down there and if reports are accurate, they’re being infested by a moral malaria.”

BERLIN EXPRESS (1948) reminds me of the WW II trope where the mixed-ethnicity platoon (the Texan, the Italian American, the Irish American, the guy from Brooklyn …) must unite to become an effective fighting force. Here representatives of the Allied powers (including Robert Ryan as the Yank and Merle Oberon as a French woman) must work together when a cadre of leftover Nazis kidnaps Paul Lukas, the French diplomat who might be the one man who can reunite postwar Germany’s factions (the idea of The One Man Who Can Bring Peace is a trope with a long history, as in Hitchcock’s Man Who Knew Too Much). Can the good guys overcome their mutual antagonisms to succeed? The film is very much a product of its time, conscious the window to build a more peaceful post-war world is ebbing but hopeful it’s not completely shut (sigh). A solid little thriller directed by Jacques Tournier. “Some day my people will understand that peace is also a crisis — and then you will be done.”

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Famous names on screen: Godzilla, Nixon, Superman and … Danny Ocean?

GODZILLA MINUS ONE (202 ) lives up to its press clippings as a first rate kaiju film. WW II is over and a failed kamikaze pilot is dealing with his guilt over not dying heroically as well as his obligations as part of a found family with a young woman and an orphan girl. On top of which a large reptilian monster is rising out of the water and it’s very angry …

This works both for the monster stomping Japan and for the personal drama, though the latter makes me curious what Japan made of this — it’s very much a rejection of code of Death Before Dishonor (“I forbid you to die!”) in favor of living for others. I also wonder, given how much recent films emphasize Godzilla as a thing of terror, what younger fans would make of the original series’ wave of friendly, if not cute Godzilla characterization.

As Camestros Felapton says, while Godzilla Minus One acknowledges the horrors of war and warmongering it presents them as something done to well-meaning Japanese soldiers, not reflecting anything they did to others (which would make it a good double-bill with Rambo). Nevertheless, the film works well. “It’s my fault for thinking I could dream again.”

DICK (1999) is the Watergate comedy in which presidential dogwalkers and White House “Secret Youth Advisers” Michelle Williams and Kirsten Dunst end the Vietnam War, bring about the SALT treaty, expose Watergate to Woodward and Bernstein and ultimately bring down Nixon (Dan Hedaya) not to mention causing the 18.5 minute tape gap. With Terri Garr as Williams’ mom, Will Farrell as Bob Woodward, David French as a talking head, Saul Rubinek as Henry Kissinger, Dave Foley as Haldeman and a lot of period detail. TYG enjoyed this one, particularly the lines like “You can’t let Dick rule your life!” — so apparently being too young to remember Watergate doesn’t hurt the movie. “I don’t understand the title of that porn movie.”

Funny, I know I enjoyed OCEAN’S 12 (2004) when I saw it in theaters but rewatching it, it didn’t work at all. For one thing the premise of this sequel is that casino boss Andy Garcia hunts down Danny Ocean (George Clooney) and “Ocean’s Eleven” (“Wait, why do you get top billing?”) and demands they pull off a big enough heist to repay him for the lost money — seriously, what kind of caper film has “repay the guy we robbed” as the motive? Another problem is that the cast spends way too much in supposedly clever conversations to the point the caper gets lost. This does have better women’s roles than Ocean’s Eleven, though, with Julia Roberts participating in the con and cop Catherine Zeta-Jones trying to thwart it. “I want the last check I write … to bounce.”

The second season of My Adventures With Superman is an excellent follow-up to the first season. Superman finally gets to talk with the hologram of Jor-El, learns he has a cousin who survived Krypton’s destruction. He also has to deal with Lois worrying the world’s mightiest man can’t possibly stay interested in her. Less successfully we have Amanda Waller ruthlessly pursuing her agenda of destroying Superman as a threat. I hate Waller as an outright villain (which she’s become in the comics too) and I’m heartily sick of purges against metahumans, mutants or whoever. Overall, though, the good far outweighed the bad. “I’ll be a beautiful widow and you’ll be the bodyguard who loves me but can’t express his feelings.”

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Double features!

DUNE (2021) was Denis Villeneuve’s shot at adapting the supposedly unfilmable novel (though I think Syfy did a good job with their miniseries), which I caught to prep for TYG taking me to Part Two, below. The story of Timothee Chalamet’s Paul Atreides following his family to Arrakis — an indispensable planet to the Empire because the “spice” collected there is what makes space travel possible —only to be betrayed into the clutches of monstrous Baron Harkonen — is mostly faithful to the book but it’s underwhelming. I read that Villeneuve opted to shoot as if it were newsreel footage of real events, avoiding the flash of Star Wars or Flash Gordon and that was a mistake. And while the cast, including Oscar Isaacs as Baron Atreides, Stellan Skarsgard as Harkonen and Zendaya as one of Arrakis’ native Fremen are good, they’re giving their lines as if overly conscious that they’re doing Serious Drama Not Pulp Entertainment. In short, not impressed. “There is no call we do not answer, there is no faith that we betray.”

DUNE PART II (2024) was a pleasant surprise, with far more energy and action than Part One generated. Living among the Fremen, Paul learns their ways and steps into the role of their prophesied champion but Zendaya begins to worry his White Savior ways ultimately mean the Fremen are exchanging one master for another. With Javier Barden as a Fremen and Christopher Walken as Emperor, this was completely satisfying — but taken as a whole, I might still prefer SyFy (a final verdict will hinge on my rewatching it). “Place your hand in the box.”

SOLARIS (2002) was Steven Soderbergh’s adaptation of the Stanislaw Lem novel (which I’ve read and didn’t care for) about a space station orbiting the eponymous planet where suddenly the crew are encountering the ghosts of their past. Psychologist George Clooney goes up to make sense of all this only to find himself haunted by the ghost of his suicide wife. Clooney’s good but the movie’s ghost story didn’t work for me when I caught it in theaters, nor does it work on rewatching. “I’m going to resist the impulse to ask you about the doorknob.”Andrei Tarkovsky’s SOLARIS (1972) remains a much superior version, never dragging even though it’s almost twice as long. According to TCM host Bob Osborne (I caught part of his narration taping this off the air) Tarkovsky made the film after seeing 2001 and thinking it spent too much time on SF and not enough on the people. Thus this starts out with the psychiatrist (the Clooney role) spending time on Earth learning about what’s going on (which is never clear in the Soderbergh). Despite emphasizing people it feels more science fictional that the later film did; a shame Tarkovsky couldn’t make his Stalker equally good. “In this situation mediocrity and genius are equally helpless.”

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The bride wore black. Robin Williams played football

I’ve seen THE BRIDE WORE BLACK (1967) described as Truffaut’s tribute to Hitchcock though I’ve never felt there’s anything really Hitchcockian about it, despite using Hitchcock’s favorite musical collaborator, Bernard Herrman.

Based on a Cornell Woolrich novel, this has a woman (Jeanne Moreau) hunting down five men, insinuating herself into their lives as a teacher, maid, flirt or artist’s model, and bringing death to each of them in revenge for the death of her husband (I won’t spoil it beyond that). It’s a good film, with a nice little sketch of each man (petty thug, shy dude, pompous politician and so on), but as my friend Ross has said, it’s hard to believe the police couldn’t figure out the connection before the end. And the novel has an ending twist that’s more effective — I wouldn’t mind seeing a faithful adaptation some day. Still, this is an entertaining film, even if Truffaut thought it a misfire (he wished he’d made it in black and white). “Listen to the sounds of her stockings rubbing against each other.”

SCARFACE (1932) is the first really great movie since I started working through Howard Hawks’ films. Paul Muni plays Tony Camonte, a thinly veiled Capone rising to the top of the rackets despite competition from coin-flipping George Raft and Boris Karloff in one of his last Supporting Gangster roles before stardom struck him; Ann Dvorak is Muni’s sister, whom he’s a little too protective of. A raw, striking gangster film that hit enough of a nerve with the New York state censors Hawks had to offer a new ending (Tony goes to trial, convicted, and hangs by the neck until he is dead); when that didn’t work either, he released it in every other state with the original ending and it was a hit.

The Films of Howard Hawks argues that Tony Camonte is very much a prototype for later, selfish antiheroes such as the protagonists of Twentieth Century and His Girl Friday. Like them, Tony is a selfish prick who goes after what he wants with little regard for fair play or the rules, but there’s even less of a velvet glove over his iron first. A very good gangster film. “Colorful? What color is a crawling louse.”

Frank Sinatra’s Ocean’s Eleven was a tedious Rat Pack film in which Sinatra reunites his commando team from WW II to pull off a casino robbery. Steven Soderbergh’s OCEAN’S ELEVEN (2001) is much better. Con man George Clooney gets out of prison to discover wife Julia Roberts has now attached herself to casino magnate Andy Garcia; he sets out to settle the score by stealing millions from Garcia’s supposedly impregnable money vault (5 Against the House would be a good double-bill) with the help of Brad Pitt, Bernie Mac, Don Cheadle, Carl Reiner and Elliott Gould. It’s an entertaining caper film but way too much a sausage fest: Julia Roberts is the only woman with more than a walk-on and she’s nothing but the McGuffin Clooney and Garcia are fighting over. “There’s a 95-pound man with $160 million behind that door.”While in Florida I rewatched THE BEST OF TIMES (1985) with my BFF Cindy and she thoroughly enjoyed it. Robin Williams’ entire life has been defined by dropping the ball in the Big Game; now he launches a crazy scheme to lay his ghost to rest by re-enacting the game, much to the discomfort of his lifelong buddy and former star quarterback Kurt Russell, who’s worried this could destroy his own legend (“I was good for around here but everyone remembers I was great.”). Donald Moffatt plays Williams’ malevolent father-in-law; a fun film about obsession, old injuries, high school and making peace with your past..“Victories for the underdog are an aberration in the natural order of the universe.”

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Dioscuri movies and more!

My friend Ross has often used the term “dioscuri” — the Greek name for the heavenly twins, Castor and Polyneices — to refer to twinned fiction characters such as Kirk and Spock, Holmes and Watson, Starsky and Hutch, and Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser. They fit together. They’re each other’s missing puzzle piece. And that applies to some of my recent viewing.

Bob Hope and Bing Crosby’s Road films had them cast as vagabond Dioscuri entertainers, always united until it came to figuring out who gets the girl. ROAD TO RIO (1947) was in a two-movie set with Road to Bali but it’s much better. After enraging a few too many fathers by hitting on their daughters, the guys head south of the border where they end up helping Dorothy Lamour, whose aunt Gale Sondegaard is hypnotizing her into a marriage for mysterious reasons. A lot of fun, though having a happy ending arranged via hypnosis doesn’t age well at all; parodies both McGuffins (“The world must never know.”) and last minute cavalry charges (“It didn’t amount to much but it was exciting.”). “Blood is thicker than water — and this is not the time to prove it.”

JULES AND JIM (1961) is Francois Truffaut’s story of two Dioscuri, one German (Oskar Werner) and one French (Henri Serre), who meet and bond deeply in the years before WW I and remain friends despite fighting on opposite sides (their biggest fear being injuring or killing each other). But when Jules falls in love with the mercurial, restless Catherine (Jeanne Moreau), who also fascinates Jim, it sends their friendship and their lives in an unexpected direction. I clearly remember being underwhelmed with this when I first saw it but for the life of me I can’t figure out why, as it’s excellent. Along with being well-made, the casual attitude to sex and love must have stood out from Hollywood’s films back when it debuted. “I’m slowly renouncing my claim to her — and all that I love in the world.”

In ERIN BROCKOVICH (2000) attorney Albert Finney doesn’t think of working-class mom Julia Roberts as much beyond an annoyance. Then she takes an interest in some old case files involving a small town, a whole lot of health problems and a utility covering up its polluting track record and they become the team they were destined to be. Steven Soderbegh directs an excellent based-on-truth film with supporting performances by Marg Helgenberger as a victim, Conchata Ferrell as a secretary, Aaron Eckhart as Brockovich’s biker boyfriend and Peter Coyote as a lawyer.  “Before you go off on some sort of crusade, you might want to consider who you’re dealing with.”

And now the more — I picked GLASS ONION (2022) as my and TYG’s December date night film and it was an excellent choice, even though TYG, contrary to my memory, swears she hasn’t seen Knives Out. Daniel Crag once again plays Benoit Blanc (TYG gives his accent thumbs up) who somehow winds up invited to tech billionaire Edward Norton’s isolated Greek island along with politician Kathryn Hahn, airhead model Kate Hudson (“How was I to know ‘Jew-y’ was offensive to Jews?”), YouTuber Dave Bautista and others — and wouldn’t you know, death is in the air? A traditional set-up — an isolated mansion, a murderer among us — but enlivened by director/writer Rian Johnson’s skewering of the rich (pretty much the perfect moment for it too). While I think Knives Out worked slightly better as a mystery, this may be a better film overall. “I think it’s dangerous to think speaking without thinking is the same as speaking the truth.”

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Troubled teens and a pissed off old fart: movies

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW (2003) focuses on a group of Asian American teens who turn to shoplifting as a break from their rigorous academic lives. From there they jump to drug-dealing, selling cheat sheets and then … Competent but this never clicked with me.  “It’s literally a full-time commitment just to make people believe you’re the person you’re supposed to be.”

Stephen Soderbergh’s THE LIMEY (1999) stars Terence Stamp as a tough British thug, just out of the jug. His daughter, living in LA, has just died in what Stamp suspects was no accident, which is very bad news for the people responsible. This co-stars Lesley Anne Warren as a friend of the daughter and Peter Fonda as her ex-lover; the story is slight but the performances are strong.  “That’s usually what senseless violence comes down, to isn’t it? Bad loans, bad judgment, bad faith.”

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Assassins, spies and other movie low-lifes

With a cast of Karen Gillen, Michelle Yeoh, Carla Gugino, Lena Headey, Angela Basset and Paul Giamatti, GUNPOWDER MILKSHAKE (2021) should have been way better than it was. After her hitwoman mother (Headey) goes on the run, Gillen follows in her footsteps as a deadly assassin for the all-powerful Firm. Unfortunately a)her latest mission required whacking the son of a powerful crime boss and b)she sacrificed some of the Firm’s stolen money to rescue the daughter of a man she killed (the kid triggers her own abandonment issue). With her life on the line, can the mysterious librarians (Bassett, Gugino, Yeoh) give her a fighting chance?

The cast is great and the film makes a game try for a kind of anime action feel. Trouble is it comes off very glum which undercuts the fun — not that it has to be a laugh-riot, but it really needed to have some high spirits mixed in. And as Nerds of Color points out, there’s not enough world-building — the Firm gets so little development it’s just a generic crime cartel (and if it’s so powerful, why do they care what the one crime boss wants?). Overall a disappointment.“You have made me a stranger in my own home again.”

Watching the restored SPIONEN (1928) — Spies in English — proved a frustrating experience. While it’s much cleaner than the copy my friend Ross made for me years ago, and probably longer (150 minutes) the German DVD doesn’t put the subtitle button anywhere obvious. Worse, by the time I figured it out I was halfway through the film and it only allows starting them at the beginning. As a result the plot is a complete blank to me, though Fritz Lang’s seminal spy film (showing a lot in common with Dr. Mabuse) is still interesting and eyecatching to watch. However the disability cliche that wheelchair-bound spymaster Rudolf Klein-Rogge can secretly walk is really pointless: he almost never interacts with anyone but his agents so what advantage does it give him? The special feature documentary covers some interesting details (male lead Willy Fritsch appearing as a scruffy bum was a radical departure from his screen image at the time) and the complexities of restoring a complete (maybe) version.

Stephen Soderbergh’s OUT OF SIGHT (1998) has ace bank robber George Clooney (“You’d be amazed what you can get done without a gun.”) and best buddy Ving Rhames plotting to rob former fellow inmate Albert Brooks of his diamond collection only to be derailed by rival hood Don Cheadle, relentless federal agent Jennifer Lopez and the mutual attraction against all odds between her and Clooney (which would make The Thomas Crown Affair a good double bill). Fun, though I don’t entirely buy the leads’ instant attraction (which they lampshade by referencing a similar relationship in Three Days of the Condor). With Catherine Keener, Dennis Farina and Isaiah Washington among the supporting cast. “If I wasn’t stoned, there was no way you’d have talked me into this.”

After reading Basinger’s The Movie Musical, I put MURDER AT THE VANITIES (1934) in my Netflix queue, just before viewing things for The Aliens Are Here began demanding all my attention. This is a pre-code backstage musical — the women’s stage costumes are startlingly skimpy compared to just a couple of years later — in which a venomous, backstabbing chorus dancer has given everyone a good reason to do away with her. When a murdered corpse turns up, however, it’s someone nobody in the show has ever seen before. Enjoyable though it’s hard to see how the strange mix of musical numbers could all fit into one show (though as Ethan Mordden points out, a lot of older musicals were just that random).  “365 nights of the year and this dame’s gotta pick this night in building on this night to commit suicide!”

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Weirdness, crime and ETs: movies viewed

SCHIZOPOLIS (1997) is a bizarre film from Stephen Soderbergh wherein the director himself plays a compulsively masturbating cubicle drone, an L. Ron Hubbard-type guru and winds up cheating on himself with his own wife. At times reminiscent of Monty Python, frequently absurdist, the end result is incomprehensible, but engaging (as opposed to incomprehensible and uninteresting like Donnie Darko). “There was a time I brushed my teeth every fifteen minutes.”

DRIVE A CROOKED ROAD (1954) stars Mickey Rooney — I frequently forget what a good actor he can be — as a mechanic and amateur race-card driver who dreams of someday competing in a major race like the Indy or Le Mans, both far beyond his means. Heck, he’d be happy if he could find a woman who doesn’t dismiss him as too short to date. Enter Dianne Foster, a seductive woman who takes an interest in him, but only to set him up so Kevin McCarthy can recruit him as wheelman for a bank robbery. Film Noir cites this as a textbook example of 1950s trends in the genre: more naturalistic, less shadowy, but still concerned with the femme fatale (though Foster is more guilt-ridden than most), corruption and how one error in judgment can bring you to doom. Well done.“If this works out, maybe we can room together next semester.”

I didn’t get much new stuff watched for Alien Visitors because I spent four hours last weekend watching the commentary tracks and special features on the Invasion of the Bodysnatchers BluRay I bought (well worth the cost, too). One I did catch was Disney’s STEPSISTER FROM THE PLANET WEIRD (2000), in which a teenage girl discovers to her horror that mom Khrystine Haje is dating again, then getting married again, despite her new boyfriend and his daughter being serious weirdos. What the girl doesn’t know is that they’re actually aliens (living-gas bubbles by nature) fleeing their world’s tyrant — and oops, here come the bad guys to catch up with them. As I’ve noticed before, Reuniting The Family is a running motif in Kids And Aliens movies — then again, the protagonist and her mom were pretty tight before the dating started. In its own right, uninteresting (at least at my age) though I did like the idea of the ET stepsister’s sheer strangeness convincing the girls’ classmates that she’s the apex of cool. “I’ve never used this word before, diary, but this was a debacle.”

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