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BABEL (2006):
Alejandro González Iñárritu burst onto the film scene in 2000 with
a remarkably well crafted Spanish language feature called Amores
Perros, which was nominated for the Oscar as the best foreign language
film. The basic theme of the film was that:
1) everyone's lives in Mexico City are intricately interconnected
2) and all those lives suck
Having received so much positive feedback for
his debut, he decided to expand his theme to a larger stage, and
directed 21 Grams for the larger English-language audience, this time
positing that everyone's lives in all of America are intricately
interconnected, and that they also suck. In fact the American lives
pictured in 21 Grams sucked even worse than the Mexican lives in
Amores Perros. Oh, I'm using litotes. Let be be more direct. The
American lives in 21 Grams sucked worse than the lives in Requiem for
a Dream. But Iñárritu had even bigger dreams. In this third
film, Babel, he has expanded his vision to the ultimate stage, and now
posits that everyone's life in the world is interwoven with everyone
else's and (all together now) everyone's life really sucks. Man,
what a fun guy Iñárritu must be, huh? I gotta get me down to Mexico City and
party with that cowboy!
I just hope they don't let him direct the Fantastic Four film,
because you just know that Galactus will win, and eat Earth, but then
the mighty Galactus will be unable to digest earth, and will die, and
the energy shift caused by this will generate a massive simultaneous
aftershock in the entire universe, which will mean that every life in
the universe will be interconnected, and will suck worse than a Pauly
Shore film retrospective.
To be fair, Iñárritu has grown up a lot
since 21 Grams. That film, one of the most depressing ever made, is
nothing more than a sequence of completely unbelievable contrivances
and coincidences which force the point about interconnectedness and
just plain pile on the melodrama for the sake of making the film as
bleak as possible. It was pitched at the NYU student film level of
self-important and self-indulgent tragedy-wallowing. Babel is a much
more sophisticated work. In fact, the film is not based on
preposterous coincidences, but on an illustration of how lives really
are interrelated. The connections are completely plausible. A Japanese
hunter in North Africa is so pleased with his guide that he rewards
him with a high-powered rifle. Some time later, the guide trades the
rifle to a goat herder who needs it to protect his flock from
predators. The goat herder's young sons test the purported long range
of the rifle, and end up wounding an American on a tourist bus.
Because the American woman is bleeding to death in a Moroccan village,
the couple cannot return to America as planned, and their Mexican
nanny has to watch their children for an unscheduled period. Since the
nanny, an undocumented alien, is supposed to attend her son's wedding
in Mexico, she takes the children with her, ultimately causing major
problems when she tries to re-enter the States. All of that could
really happen. The politics are also reasonable, reflecting the kind
of real problems the couple would face in Morocco and their nanny
would face on the Mexican border. Iñárritu not only took care to
make the scenarios plausible, but he also let each plot develop in a sensible
way. Although each major character goes through a crisis, making this an
intense and often very depressing film, the crises do not all end with the
melodramatic gnashing of teeth. Some of the character's lives end in total
tragedy, some situations turn for the worse, some come to satisfactory
resolutions, and some are unresolved. It works out the way life itself works
out. That's a major improvement over the artificial non-stop hand-wringing in
21 Grams.
Given the new, more nuanced scripting, the
complex narrative, the heavy themes, and the complete command
of mood which Iñárritu exercises with the images and
music of three continents, Babel is a powerful
film and can fairly be called a masterpiece, as well as a genuine work
of art. He has demonstrated that he's one of the world's best
filmmakers. Because of the presence of some big stars like Cate
Blanchett and Brad Pitt, it is one of the very few highly artistic
films which might attract enough attention to earn a best picture
nomination at Oscar time. But be forewarned, it is intense and
nerve-shattering, a painful film to watch, and a complete feel-bad
film through most of its running time, although it does offer most of
its characters some hope at the end.
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Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe). White asterisk: expanded format. Blue asterisk: not mine. No asterisk: it probably sucks.
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American Pie presents The Naked Mile (2006)
One more woman from the recent youthploitation comedy.
Forever (1992)
Keith Coogan plays an music video director with no job prospects. When his
car dies, he ducks into a house to use the phone, where he finds a house full
of antique furnishings, and a lovely ghost. The next morning, he is awakened
by a real estate agent. It turns out that the house belonged to a murdered
silent film mogul named William Desmond Taylor, and the ghost he saw was a
famous silent star named Mary Miles Minter (Sean Young).
Coogan contacts his agent, and it seems his luck has suddenly changed, He
has won an MTV award, and been given a huge and lucrative contract to make 12
videos. His agent, Sally Kirkland, expects sex - and plenty of it - as
part of her commission, but Coogan is falling in love with the ghost of
Minter, who appears to him, along with many other silent era stars, whenever
he runs the old silent films through an antique movieola editor. In fact, he
is so taken with Minter/Young, and so busy trying to discover who really shot
William Desmond Taylor, that he nearly defaults on his contract to produce the
rock videos.
Forever is labeled as a horror/mystery at IMDb. I can't imagine why they
applied horror to this offering. From my viewpoint, this is no more horror or
mystery than The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, but rather is a gimmicky romantic
comedy, and not an especially good one. Keith Coogan, who was 22 at the time,
looked about 16. Believing him as a music video director, much less a bed
partner for the mature Sally Kirkland, required more imagination than I have.
One reviewer commented that the silent film characters were not portrayed
accurately, and I will have to defer to his knowledge there, but that seems
like only one small misstep in what is 93 minutes of missteps. Had they
starred a more believable male lead, gotten the silent era parts right, and
actually come up with something new after all the dithering about the
famous murder, this premise might have developed into something. As it
is, I will generously give it the lowest possible C-.
IMDb readers say 4.9.
Scoop's notes:
I haven't seen this film, but I have certainly read plenty about this
murder. I don't understand why Mary Miles Minter would appear to the guy at
Sean Young's age. That makes no sense. Minter lived well into the 1980s, and
was 82 when she died. On the other hand, she was 19 when Taylor was murdered,
and never appeared on screen after the age of 21. Sean Young was in her early
30s when she made this film, so was therefore either much too young or much
too old for the part! (It would be much too old if I understand correctly that
the ghost is supposed to appear from Minter's movie images.)
Minter had purportedly started an intimate relationship with Taylor when
she was still underage and Taylor, a noted lothario, was 30 years older.
Hollywood was scandalized when the youngster's love letters were found in the
murdered man's bungalow, and even more so when she kissed his corpse full on
the lips at the wake. The real capper, however, was that she then turned away
from the body and started to exclaim to the crowd that Taylor had just spoken
to her from beyond the grave, having professed his eternal love!
It was rumored that her mother was also Taylor's lover, and the overbearing
stage mother was considered a very strong suspect in the Taylor murder, with
jealousy a possible motive. Irrespective of her mother's role in the affair,
Miss Minter's bizarre involvement with Taylor effectively destroyed her
career. Although she had been a big star and was contracted by Paramount at
$2250 per week - roughly equivalent to a million and a half dollars per
year in 2006 dollars - her public could never forgive her, because her image
was supposed to be one of doe-eyed innocence. (She was considered Paramount's
answer to Mary Pickford.) Minter would be completely out of show business
within two years of the murder, banished from the industry at the tender age
of 21, never to return, although she would live another sixty years.
The William
Desmond Taylor page at Wikipedia gives some of the less colorful details
of the famous murder case, which was never solved.
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Doris Hick in an episode of
Kaisermuehlen Blues |
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Karen Boehne in Ueber Wasser |
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Laura Tonke in Baader |
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Liane Forestieri in an episode of Die
Blendung |
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Martine Carol
in Lucretia Borgia - nudity in 1953 in color! |
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Sabine Petzl in an episode of
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Wiltrud Schreiner in Menschenfabrik |
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The Time Machine is back in 1979 for "The Amityville Horror." Margot Kidder
(my favorite Lois Lane) with some very sexy in the mirror breast exposure.
Almost.
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The Departed (2006)
In an attempt to halt organized crime in Boston, Billy Costigan (Leo
DiCaprio), a young policeman, is sent undercover to infiltrate the gang
of the notorious mobster Frank Costello (Jack Nicholson). However,
Costello has his own mole, in the form of Special Investigation Unit
officer Colin Sullivan (Matt Damon), who is trying to uncover Costigan's
true identity, and vice versa.
The Departed is a remake of the the 2002 Hong Kong film "Infernal
Affairs". Being a big fan of "Infernal Affairs," when I heard they were
making a remake I thought, the only thing they can do is mess up a good
story, and they did.
- They put a love triangle there that wasn't in the original. Each
of the two main characters had their own love interest in that one
- The Mark Wahlberg character didn't exist in the first one, and was
the only character I liked in this one, but they only put it there to
add a lame new ending.
I can't understand the obsession of making remakes from movies that
are not even 5 years old, releasing the originals in theaters would be
the right thing to do. There is talk of Scorsese finally getting the
Oscar, but this time he doesn't deserve it, hope he doesn't get it,
because in my opinion "The Departed" is a very bad movie.
Vera Farmiga
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Notes and collages
The Supernatural Ladies
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Now this is a film I can talk a lot about: in this
sequel to "The Prophecy," Christopher Walken reprises his role of
Gabriel the avenging angel in his continuous quest to annihilate the
human race. Jennifer Beal is the pawn in this film (impregnated by
another angel to create a halfbreed which is supposed to turn the tide
in the angelic war in heaven;) if you look at the collage you will see
that angel squatting on top of her bed's headboard as a winged
creature would do.
I recommend viewing the original film first to understand what is
going on (plus the original has a great cameo appearance by Lucifer
who comes to mankind's aid for his own reasons.)
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Supposedly a very young Diora Baird in
a photoshoot
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Keeley Hazell in Cashback
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Emily Galvin in Long Distance (2005)
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A pretty cool unknown from Dirty Deeds
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