came to it a second time, looks good
Unexpected film of the BS Johnson novel, in a cheap pile of DVDs; Nick Moran as a stunted Malry, pinpointing his life by totalling its moral debits and credits, and crossing the line between schadenfreude and terrorism, to a Luke Haines soundtrack.
Nice house-of-cards, overlap-of-probability portrayal of the investigative journalist's craft, if almost unbearably slow-burning in its procession of not-quite-informative-enough informants.
Entertainingly meandering and low-key colonial zombie-hypnosis nonsense. Moral: a relationship that you're having to constantly reinforce through the presence of a standing zombie army probably isn't going to last.
"Immediately after making this statement, Royal realized that it was true." Throwing a broken family back together, in a film that manages to be facetious without ever quite being throwaway.
A Polish barber understatedly "down on his luck" flees from Paris with only a comb and a suitcase, to rebuild his life back home. The ascent is patchier than the descent, but it's all good, the whiteness of the set design is quietly all-pervading.
Hadn't realised that Britain's first talkie was one of Hitchcock's. Strange buildup from initial silence-and-soundtrack into full, proper speech - the studio only decided to make it a talkie halfway through, but it comes across as clever self-reference.
A blankly-frustrated welder walks away from a mundane life in rural France to wander around Venice. Feels like two completely unconnected films, and that we don't really see any genuine perspective from him. Good range of pick-your-own metaphors, though.
Wonderfully randomly-earnest 50s-teenager nonsense, with a monster cheap and vague enough to avoid too much dated absurdity, and a fantastically deadpan fireman at the end.
Random Japanese spy film dubbed with a new script by Woody Allen, comedy English dialogue being impressively closely lip-synched. Proto-MST3K, and much better than the rubbish cover and single backhanded box-quote suggest.
Four disaffected Korean street-criminals assume vague, hierarchy-altering control of an all-night garage after finding the till empty. Nicely randomly structured, straying only slightly into lunacy.
The last gun-toting scientist in the world, versus a horde of Luddite Goth monks. Nicely emptily post-apocalyptic, but it's a bit too black and white and arbitrary, at times. And red all over. Why couldn't they make realistic stage blood in the 70s?
"No, it is not dangerous to confuse children with angels." Parallels and coincidences played out across a huge and slow-arcing three hours, threatening to tie it all together but not quite bothering, in the end. Very strong characters, though.
An authentically meandering parody of 50s B-movies, although visually it's all too clean and modern.
Very, very weirdly dated; that what might have been biting advertising/pollution monologues in the late eighties just come across as bland and scattershot anti-globalisation vagueness, now, with no great insight. The identity stuff is still good, though.
TV screens sucking the souls of people who regret their appearances on them; a messy but entertaining build-up to blankly dangerously television sets, and a protagonist ducking and rolling with an armoury of pre-TV-B-Gone remote controls.
Supernatural Korean police-procedural, doing a lot of good, subtle things with mirrors, and the patterns-of-repetition context taking the edge off of the character-flashback clichés.
Philip-K-Dick-style unfurling identity thriller which even goes to the trouble of having a Philip-K-Dick-style overblown nonsensical ending. A few nice moments along the way, though, in isolation.
Very sharp glimpse of what television meant in the 1950s, and what it could have been, what it was important for it to become. Present-day parallels are a bit heavy-handed, but it still stands up in isolation.
A spurious "perfect murder" and the brilliant standing-staring stalker who sets it into motion.