Showing posts with label POST 200. Show all posts
Showing posts with label POST 200. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

200 Posts! My favorite scenes from the last 100 ... and 2.

I blew it on Friday. And then I up and didn't post yesterday, my ranting promises from days previous, already things of the past.

But I'm here now, with some of my favorite moments from the last 102 films. Yup, in my life of watching Criterion films I've consumed 102, and there's been some scenes that've really stuck with me. Sad, gory, freaky, beautiful - for some reason or another, they cling in my mind, and I thought, in the continuous quest to get you watching these films right along with me, to share a few.

Enjoy.

Top Scenes From The Last 102 Criterion Films

The Film: Seven Samurai (2)

What Is It?:
The final moments of the film, the town has been ravaged but saved, many of the samurais lie dead or dying. The final three, their names I forget, stand in front of the burning funereal pyres, the wind blowing their top-knots in slo-motion.

Why Do I Love It?: Because it highlights exactly what this film is about - the end of a culture. With the death of Kikuchiyo to the harsh blast of a rifle, Kurosawa signals the end of the samurai culture. No longer will swords and honor be the ruling power, instead a new wave of existence has begun. These three men, stoically standing, are a powerful image of a time long past. Gets me every time.

The Film: Robocop (23)

What Is It?: Robocop, out and about making a name for himself as the new corporate face of crime-fighting, stumbles upon a mugger holding a woman hostage with a knife. There's lot of banter back and forth about "killing" and "putting weapons down" and then Robocop just targets the knife-wielding thug and blasts him. Screw the hostage.

Why Do I Love It?: I'm a sucker for cheesy action and the idea of a robo-man-cop firing his strangely automatic handgun in to the sneering face of a 1980s mugger is just so cornball it works. I still find myself, when drunk or bored, doing the Robocop walk. Don't know what the Robocop walk is? I pity you.

The Film: Diabolique (35)

What Is It?: The final moments of the film. The body has been discovered, again, in the bathtub, eyes open in fishy-eyed death, and our conspirator-turned-victim has stumbled into insanity. And what does that body do? It gets right up and pulls those fishy eyes out and is a living, breathing, person.

Why Do I Love It?: This whole film rotates around this crux of a murder discovered. Of two women who've killed to save themselves, but now must face the facts that somebody knows they've done a dirty deed. And then, right at the end, right when the tension is so unbearable you just want to snap, director Henri-Georges Clouzot, turns everything on its head and you're stuck staring, slack-jawed, almost mad at how well you've been had. Buh-rilliant.

The Film: The Third Man (64)

What Is It?: The first reveal of the notorious Harry Lime. A cat, a shadow and the shiny shoes of one Orson Welles. Then, a bus, a break in light and whammo, Harry Lime in all his glory. And then poof, he's gone.

Why Do I Love It?: Orson Welles can steal a scene without even a word. He's considered a genius for good reason and this slice of pie from a true classic American film always proves it undoubtedly to me. That smile, good or bad, you just can't help but be happy that Welles is in this.


The Film: Sisters (89)

What Is It?: The final dip in to the brains of the two sex-fueled, homicidal twins. It's all sepia and it's all fucked up. Each and every bit.

Why Do I Love It?: Originally, because this film caught me so completely off guard. I knew this was going to be a weird one, but yikes, DePalma really knocks the oddball out of the park right here. This scene though, when everything is coming to light and everything is unraveling is just so over the top fucking crazy and Alex and I just sat there, mouths open in shock, stomachs roiling, completely won-over.

The Film: Gimme Shelter (99)

What Is It?: Mick Jagger's final freeze-frame. Murder in his eyes.

Why Do I Love It?: The Maysles took what could've been a concert-film-gone-wrong and turned it in to a dissection of the Summer of Love. That in it self is amazing. Even more amazing is the subplot of Mick Jagger and company pretty much realizing their infallibility. The final shocked look on Jagger's face as he sees a man murdered on screen says it all, "You are rockstar, not a god." Gives me chills just thinking about it.

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And that's what I got. It's loose and short and grabbed on the fly, but there's a thread here of pay-offs and suspense and a certain type of looming violence that really seems to grab me. These are all great films, but hell, so are most of these films, and you should be watching them, each and every.

Again, thanks for reading. Here's to another 100.

Wednesday: The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (102)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Post #200! Lets do a numerical break-down.

First, quick apologies. I've been in New York for the last seven days. And much to the chagrin of both my employers and loyal readers, I go in to sort of work hibernation when I'm traveling, thus things like newsletters and Criterion Quests fall to the wayside quite quickly. But I'm back, battery fully charged, and rearing to start posting on a daily basis. DAILY, read that, DAILY. Every day I'l have one maybe two different posts for you to peruse. In what form or length I doth not know, but they'll be here.

I'm trying to be a writer here folks, and you now what that means, I gots to write.

That said: Holy fuck, I just hit 200 posts. Leonard Cohen blasting in the background, I've achieved, for the first time in my semi-amateurish career 200 posts. If I broke that in to pages, I'd probably have somewhere near an entire book of my oft times senseless ranting.

To say the least I'm proud.

Today, I wanted to do a bit of a numerical break-down of what I've accomplished so far, what I've yet to accomplish, and so on and so forth. Tomorrow, I'll be doing a list of my favorite films in the second fifty, and then in the wee hours of next week I'll be doing a post on my favorite scenes from the films I've come to love so much. At least the ones I can remember.

With that said, thanks for sticking with me for the last year. It hasn't always been the most consistent, but I think there's been some good heartfelt stuff on here. So pat yourself on the rump, it's been a good run and hopefully it'll keep getting better.

A numerical breakdown.

Years I've been writing Criterion Quest: Just over 1.

Number of films I've finished in that time: 60

Number of films in The Criterion Collection (currently): 501

Number of films I've left to watch: 400 (not counting the films coming out on a monthly basis by this prolific organization)

Number of years, by this number, it'll take me to complete my Criterion Quest: 6.5 (again this said if Criterion stopped putting out films right now, which they won't, they'll just keep pumping out gems and I'll struggle to keep up, and you'll watch this struggle, and then my eventual mental collapse - should be golden)

Number of Michael Bay films I've watched in The Criterion Collection: 1

Number of times I've had to defend The Criterion Collection based on that fact: countless

Number of times I've explained The Criterion Collection to rubber-necking gawkers and had them list of seven or eight other films they think should be in it: also, countless

Number of readers I've accrued over the last year: I'm thinking in the 30 range, but every once in a while I'll get some comment from an unknown and all of sudden I get to thinking that maybe there's an invisible army of loyal readers that are just to shy to speak up. Then I'll be too busy to post for two weeks and I imagine my invisible army dwindling to nothing. Can I get a little help here?

Number of times I've had to close my eyes in horror while watching a Criterion film: I mean Salo (17) had hundreds, but I'll also give a few to Peeping Tom (58) and The Night Porter (59). So, I'd say, uh, one hundred ... and two.

Tears shed: At least a few during Cries and Whispers (101) and a good deal during The Unbearable Lightness of Being (55). I'd say a small buckets worth. Hmmm ... this isn't quite as numerical as I thought it was going to be.

Well, shit, I can't muster any more numbers. But if you've got a bit of spare time over the next six and half years, I'm going to promise, that I'll try to be here in one way or another every morning for as long as I can. Hang on, it could be fun.

Friday: My tops of the last fifty films.