tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33561333478982741712024-02-18T18:51:24.414-08:00PIERROTTwo or three years ago I felt that everything had been done, that there was nothing left to do today. . . After Pierrot, I no longer feel this. Yes. One must film everything — talk about everything. Everything remains to be done. — Jean-Luc Godard (1965)Thomas Prietohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612171158412135324noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356133347898274171.post-70521185179400786472012-11-04T22:04:00.001-08:002012-11-04T22:04:25.045-08:00Jean Renoir, the Boss: The Rule and the ExceptionRemember how I said I would try to blog about the New York Film Festival? Turns out I was pretty busy (what with watching all those movies and managing law school). Then, on top of all that, I got sick. Now it's been almost over a month since the Festival ended and I have yet to blog about it. Until now...<br />
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During the Festival, I went to see the third and last part of a documentary about Jean Renoir by Jacques Rivette called <i>Jean Renoir, the Boss: The Rule and the Exception</i> (1967) as part of the <i>Cineastes de notre temps</i> program. <i>Cineastes</i> was a French television series of documentaries on great filmmakers created by actor (Paul in <i>Vivre sa vie</i>) and film critic (best known for his writing in <i>Cahiers du cinema</i> in the 1950s) André S. Labarthe. I know what you're thinking: "a documentary about one of the greatest filmmakers ever by one of the greatest filmmakers ever and a <i>Cahiers</i> critic? It doesn't get any better." But it does. Mr. Labarthe himself attended the screening, gave a brief introduction, and answered questions from Richard Peña and the audience.<br />
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According to Mr. Labarthe, there are two kinds of filmmakers: those that capture the world as it is and those that try to create their own world. Labarthe saw fit to have Rivette direct this documentary on Renoir because they are both part of the former. They both start with a general idea and allow things to develop as is. Jean Renoir planned the scenes for <i>The Rules of the Game</i>, but they often did not end up as he anticipated. Both Renoir and Rivette are willing to allow life and the world to unfold itself in front of the camera. Rivette recorded endless hours of footage for <i>Jean Renoir, the Boss</i> and created a three-part, multi-hour series out of what was intended to only be a one hour long documentary.<br />
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Another great film I saw as part of the <i>Cineastes</i> program of the NYFF was <i>Jacques Rivette: The Night Watchman</i>. Mr. Labarthe asked Serge Daney, one of the greatest French critics, to make a documentary on Rivette. He refused, but then accepted the job of interviewer when Claire Denis was hired to direct. Denis mirrors the directorial style of Rivette and allows life to develop in front of the camera as Daney and Rivette discuss art, cinema, and life. In one scene, Rivette and Daney lost in conversation wander into traffic and walk on the road as cars impatiently follow behind them hoping they will soon get out of the way. Of note is a discussion about Rivette's tendency to disappear between films and completely lose touch with all his personal relationships until he returns to make another film. <i>Jacques Rivette: The Night Watchman</i> is an indispensable record of the method, cinematic ideas, and personality of one of the world's greatest filmmakers and one of the world's greatest critics. The entire documentary can be viewed for free <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EX47zuf17A">here</a>.<br />
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P.S. The great Jean Eustache edited <i>Jean Renoir, the Boss</i>.<br />
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P.P.S. Mr. Labarthe made the observation that Truffaut = Renoir + Hitchcock and Chabrol = Renoir + Lang.Thomas Prietohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612171158412135324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356133347898274171.post-7186139512068710672012-10-10T15:06:00.000-07:002012-10-10T15:46:43.698-07:00On the AV Club's Best Films of the '90s & Sexism<span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Let me start by saying that I like the AV Club's Best Films of the '90s lists, which can be found <a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-50-best-films-of-the-90s-1-of-3,86304/1/">here</a>, <a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-50-best-films-of-the-90s-2-of-3,86361/1/">here</a>, and <a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-50-best-films-of-the-90s-3-of-3,86467/">here</a>. I vehemently disagree with many of their selections, omissions, and rankings, but such is the nature of "best of" lists. Lists are inherently ridiculous when it comes to discussing artwork, but they do serve a purpose as guides for others and debate starters so I appreciate the time and effort the AV Club into their list.</span><br />
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I would like to comment on the complaint levied by some that the list is sexist or at least does not include a sufficient amount of films by female directors. I'd like to dismiss the former and focus on the latter. To examine the latter allegation I compiled a list of films from the '90s that are considered great by trusted film critics. These critics are Dave Kehr, Ignatiy Vishnevetsky, Catherine Grant (of Film Studies), Adrian Martin, Jonathan Rosenbaum, David Phelps, and Daniel Kasman. This list consisted of 214 films. It could be rationally argued that all of these films belong a "Top 50 Films of the '90s" list. I found that 21 of these films were directed by women (or at least had a female director).</div>
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This means 9.813% of the great films of the '90s according to these critics were directed by women. Thus one would expect 4 or 5 of the films in the AV Club's list to be directed by women. However, none of the films on their list are directed by women. I would attribute this to structural sexism in the world of cinema rather than the AV Club.</div>
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Note: I do not know exactly how this percentage relates to other decades. So far I have found that the percentage for the '80s is 12.069%.</div>
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- An Angel at My Table (Jane Campion, 1990) (Dave Kehr)</div>
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- Jacques Rivette: The Night Watchman (Claire Denis, 1990) (Ignatiy Vishnevetsky)</div>
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- No Fear, No Die (Claire Denis, 1990) (Ignatiy Vishnevetsky)</div>
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- Heart of Darkness: A Filmmaker's Apocalypse (Fax Behr, George Hickenlooper, and Eleanor Coppola, 1991) (Catherine Grant)</div>
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- Night and Day (Chantal Akerman, 1991) (Adrian Martin) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- The Famine Within (Katherine Gilday, 1992) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- Proof (Jocelyn Moorhouse, 1992) (Dave Kehr)</div>
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- D'Est (Chantal Akerman, 1993) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- The Piano (Jane Campion, 1993) (Dave Kehr)</div>
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- U.S. Go Home (Claire Denis, 1993) (Ignatiy Vishnevetsky) (Daniel Kasman)</div>
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- Blush (Li Shaohong, 1995) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- Clueless (Amy Heckerling, 1995) (Adrian Martin)</div>
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- A Great Day in Harlem (Jean Bach, 1995) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- Von Heute auf Morgen (Jean-Marie Straub & Daniele Huillet, 1997) (Ignatiy Vishnevetsky)</div>
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- Divorce Iranian Style (Kim Longimotto & Ziba Mir-Hosseini, 1998) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- The Apple (Samira Makhmalbaf, 1999) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- Beau travail (Claire Denis, 1999) (Daniel Kasman) (Catherine Grant) (Jonathan Rosenbaum)</div>
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- Holy Smoke! (Jane Campion, 1999) (Dave Kehr)</div>
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- The Virgin Suicides (Sofia Coppola, 1999) (Catherine Grant)</div>
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<i>Tonight I will be watching the latest Brian De Palma film, Passion, at the New York Film Festival. In preparation, I watched Femme fatale. Here's a brief review:</i><br />
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Indemnity</i>. As the camera zooms out we realize that Laure Ash (Rebecca Romijn)
is not only watching the screen, but perhaps also studying actress Barbara
Stanwyck. This sets out a couple of the themes of the film: how we watch
screens and how screens affect us. Throughout the film, people watch each other
as if everyone was the star of their own movie and act as if they were a
character in a movie. This is particularly true of a paparazzi photographer and
artist played by Antonio Banderas who uses his acting skills to manipulate
others and yet falls for one of Laure Ashe’s false, cinematic personas. De
Palma’s beautifully fluid camerawork and editing communicate a lot of the story
through visual cues most notably in the astounding heist sequence that takes
place early in the film. De Palma’s great sense of rhythm and Ry</span><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">û</span><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ichi Sakamoto’s playful music make it, arguably, one of the most
engrossing heist sequences in the cinema.</span> <span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">(Brian De Palma, 2002)</span><br />
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both the exuberance of the American soldiers at the end of the war and the
debilitating effects the war has had on them. We are introduced to Freddie Quell’s
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to Quell’s current love interest, played by Amy Ferguson. In a single shot, the
camera follows Ferguson as she sensuously glides through the store attempting
to sell a fur coat. As New Yorker critic Richard Brody noted, the dance aptly
captures post-war capitalist lust in addition to conveying Quell’s desire to
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body. His cheeks are sunken and his eyes hidden within his cavernous skull.
When he speaks, he tilts his head up and we are made all the more aware of his
scarred lips. The most memorable images in this movie may be of Phoenix resting
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a customer, Phoenix loses his job. He stows away on a cruise ship and
encounters Lancaster Dodd (Philip Seymour Hoffman), the leader of a
Scientology-esque cult. Hoffman, with his face often sweaty and flush, plays up
the vaudevillian skills and charisma a cult leader such as Dodd must posses in
order to be successful. At this point, the film moves from open expanses, such
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even more 1950s pants depicted in grand 70mm detail) it fails to live up to the
promise of the terrific first hour. The dynamic, visual storytelling of the
first half becomes a languishing, close-up and repetition-driven second half.
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Passion (Brian De Palma)<br />The Satin Slipper (Manoel de Oliveira)<br />You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet! (Alain Resnais)<br />Jean Renoir, The Boss: The Rule and the Exception (Jacques Rivette)<br />Like Someone in Love (Abbas Kiarostami)<br />Differently, Molussia (Nicholas Rey)<br />The Blind Owl (Raul Ruiz)<br />Jean-Pierre Melville: A Portrait in 9 Poses (Andre S. Labarthe)<br />Catherine Breillat: The First Time (Luc Moullet)<br />Night Across the Street (Raul Ruiz)<br />Something in the Air (Olivier Assayas)<br />Lines of Wellington (Raul Ruiz & Valeria Sarmiento)<br />Chantal Akerman by Chantal Akerman (Chantal Akerman)<br />Philippe Garrel, Artist (Etchegaray)<br />Where Does Your Hidden Smile Lie? (Pedro Costa)<br />Tabu (Miguel Gomes)<br />Shohei Imamura: The Free Thinker (Rocha)<br />One Day in the Life of Andrei Arsenevitch (Chris Marker)<br />HHH, A Portrait of Hou Hsiao-Hsien (Olivier Assayas)<br />Jacques Rivette: The Night Watchman (Claire Denis)<br />Leviathan (Lucien Castaing-Taylor & Verena Paravel)<br />
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Aguirre: The Wrath of God (Herzog, 1972)<br />
Annie Hall (Allen, 1977)<br />
Brief Encounter (Lean, 1945)<br />
Casablanca (Curtiz, 1942)<br />
Children of Paradise (Carne, 1945)<br />
Chinatown (Polanski, 1974)<br />
Citizen Kane (Welles, 1941)<br />
City Lights (Chaplin, 1931)<br />
Days of Heaven (Malick, 1978)<br />
Double Indemnity (Wilder, 1944)<br />
The Earrings of Madame de... (Ophuls, 1953)<br />
Fanny and Alexander (Bergman, 1982)<br />
Five Easy Pieces (Rafelson, 1970)<br />
Goodfellas (Scorsese, 1990)<br />
La Grande Illusion (Renoir, 1937)<br />
Ikiru (Kurosawa, 1952)<br />
Jules and Jim (Truffaut, 1962)<br />
The Lady Eve (Sturges, 1941)<br />
The Last Picture Show (Bogdanovich, 1971)<br />
Lawrence of Arabia (Lean, 1962)<br />
Make Way for Tomorrow (McCarey, 1937)<br />
Nashville (Altman, 1975)<br />
The Night of the Hunter (Laughton, 1955)<br />
The Passion of Joan of Arc (Dreyer, 1928)<br />
Paths of Glory (Kubrick, 1957)<br />
Sans Soleil (Marker, 1983)<br />
The Searchers (Ford, 1956)<br />
Sherlock Jr. (Keaton, 1924)<br />
Sherman's March (McElwee, 1986)<br />
Singin' in the Rain (Donen/Kelly, 1952)<br />
La Strada (Fellini, 1954)<br />
The Third Man (Reed, 1949)<br />
Tokyo Story (Ozu, 1953)<br />
Vertigo (Hitchcock, 1958)<br />
The Wild Bunch (Peckinpah, 1969)<br />
Winter Light (Bergman, 1963)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3356133347898274171.post-43838379968465216512012-08-23T16:45:00.001-07:002013-02-07T17:08:54.686-08:00Greatest Films List (TP)I fear this list will only serve to show how few movies I've seen and the various national cinemas I have so far neglected in my viewing (Russian, Chinese, Japanese, etc.), but by request below is my list of best films. The list is divided into two tiers. The first tier is comprised of films I believe could be one of the 10 greatest films ever made (you will see there are many more than 10) and the second tier is comprised of other masterpieces and great films. [Other than the separation by tiers, the films are listed alphabetically by title.]<br />
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Note: I updated the list on 1/29/13.<br />
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L'Argent (Robert Bresson, 1983)<br />
Au Hasard Balthazar (Robert Bresson, 1966)<br />
Badlands (Terrence Malick, 1973)<br />
Battleship Potemkin (Sergei Eisenstein, 1925)<br />
Certified Copy (Abbas Kiarostami, 2010)<br />
City Lights (Charlie Chaplin, 1931)<br />
Cleo from 5 to 7 (Agnes Varda, 1962)<br />
Close-Up (Abbas Kiarostami, 1991)<br />
Contempt (Jean-Luc Godard, 1963)<br />
Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar-Wai, 1990)<br />
Deja Vu (Tony Scott, 2006)<br />
The Devil, Probably (Robert Bresson, 1977)<br />
Die Hard (John McTiernan, 1988)<br />
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (Howard Hawks, 1953)<br />
The Gold Rush (Charles Chaplin, 1925)<br />
Hiroshima, mon amour (Alain Resnais, 1959)<br />
In Praise of Love (Jean-Luc Godard, 2001)<br />
The Leopard (Luchino Visconti, 1963)<br />
Letter from an Unknown Woman (Max Ophuls, 1948)<br />
The Lovers On the Bridge (Leos Carax, 1991)<br />
M (Fritz Lang, 1931)<br />
Made in U.S.A. (Jean-Luc Godard, 1966)<br />
A Man Escaped (Robert Bresson, 1957)<br />
Me and My Gal (Raoul Walsh, 1932)<br />
Mysteries of Lisbon (Raul Ruiz, 2011)<br />
Notorious (Alfred Hitchcock, 1946)<br />
Pierrot le fou (Jean-Luc Godard, 1965)<br />
RoboCop (Paul Verhoeven, 1987)<br />
Scarface (Howard Hawks, 1932)<br />
Scarlet Street (Frtiz Lang, 1945)<br />
Sherlock, Jr. (Buster Keaton, 1924)<br />
Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, 1958)<br />
Weekend (Jean-Luc Godard, 1967)<br />
World On a Wire (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1973)<br />
Zero for Conduct (Jean Vigo, 1933)<br />
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The Addiction (Abel Ferrara)<br />
Alphaville (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
Annie Hall (Woody Allen)<br />
"L'arrivee d'un train en Garede la Ciotat" (Auguste & Louis Lumiere)<br />
"At the Suicide of the Last Jew in the World in the Last Cinema in the World" (David Cronenberg)<br />
Bad Lieutenant (Abel Ferrara)<br />
Band of Outsiders (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
Barbara (Christian Petzhold)<br />
The Battle of Algiers (Gillo Pontecorvo)<br />
Beau travail (Claire Denis)<br />
The Bicycle Thief (Vittorio De Sica)<br />
Black Girl (Ousmane Sembene)<br />
Blade Runner (Ridley Scott)<br />
The Blue Angel (Josef von Sternberg)<br />
Blue Velvet (David Lynch)<br />
Boarding Gate (Olivier Assayas)<br />
Body Snatchers (Abel Ferrara)<br />
Les Bonnes Femmes (Claude Chabrol)<br />
Boy Meets Girl (Leso Carax)<br />
Breathless (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
Cache (Michael Haneke)<br />
Calendar (Atom Egoyan)<br />
Capitalism: Slavery (Ken Jacobs)<br />
Les Carabiniers (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
Casablanca (Michael Curtiz)<br />
Un Chien Andalou (Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali)<br />
Children of Paradise (Marcel Carne)<br />
Chinatown (Roman Polanski)<br />
Citizen Kane (Orson Welles)<br />
A Corner in Wheat (D.W. Griffith)<br />
Cosmopolis (David Cronenberg)<br />
Dangerous Game (Abel Ferrara)<br />
A Dangerous Method (David Cronenberg)<br />
David Holman's Diary (Jim McBride)<br />
The Day He Arrives (Hong Sang-soo)<br />
Dawn of the Dead (George A. Romero)<br />
demonlover (Olivier Assayas)<br />
The Departed (Martin Scorsese)<br />
Despair (Rainer Werner Fassbinder)<br />
Distant Voices, Still Lives (Terence Davies)<br />
Django Unchained (Quentin Tarantino)<br />
Duck Soup (Leo McCarey)<br />
Eccentricities of a Blonde-haired Girl (Manoel de Oliveira)<br />
Eraserhead (David Lynch)<br />
Essential Killing (Jerzy Skolimowski)<br />
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Michel Gondry)<br />
F for Fake (Orson Welles)<br />
Une femme mariee (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
Film Socialisme (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
The Fly (David Cronenberg)<br />
Fort Apache (John Ford)<br />
4:44 Last Day On Earth (Abel Ferrara)<br />
Four Nights of a Dreamer (Robert Bresson)<br />
Full Metal Jacket (Stanley Kubrick)<br />
The Gay Divorcee (Mark Sandrich)<br />
The Ghost Writer (Roman Polanski)<br />
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (David Fincher)<br />
Go Go Tales (Abel Ferrara)<br />
The Godfather (Francis Ford Coppola)<br />
The Godfather, Part II (Francis Ford Coppola)<br />
Goodbye First Love (Mia Hansen-Love)<br />
Groundhog Day (Harold Ramis)<br />
Halloween (John Carpenter)<br />
Holy Motors (Leos Carax)<br />
House of Tolerance / Pleasures (Bertrand Bonello)<br />
Irma Vep (Olivier Assayas)<br />
Ishtar (Elaine May)<br />
Jacques Rivette: The Night Watchman (Claire Denis)<br />
La jetee (Chris Marker)<br />
King of New York (Abel Ferrara)<br />
The Lady Vanishes (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Lancelot du lac (Robert Bresson)<br />
Laura (Otto Preminger)<br />
Leviathan (Lucien Castaing-Taylor & Verena Paravel)<br />
Like Someone in Love (Abbas Kiarostami)<br />
The Maltese Falcon (John Huston)<br />
Man's Castle (Frank Borzage)<br />
Manhattan (Woody Allen)<br />
Martin (George A. Romero)<br />
Mauvais sang (Leos Carax)<br />
"Merde" (Leos Carax)<br />
The Merry Widow (Ernst Lubitsch)<br />
Miami Vice (Michael Mann)<br />
Monkey Business (Howard Hawks)<br />
New Rose Hotel (Abel Ferrara)<br />
Night and Fog (Alain Resnais)<br />
Night Moves (Arthur Penn)<br />
North by Northwest (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Out of the Past (Jacques Tourneur)<br />
The Party (Blake Edwards)<br />
Passion (Brian De Palma)<br />
Paths of Glory (Stanley Kubrick)<br />
Peeping Tom (Michael Powell)<br />
Pickpocket (Robert Bresson)<br />
Pola X (Leos Carax)<br />
The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (Billy Wilder)<br />
Public Enemies (Michael Mann)<br />
Pulp Fiction (Quentin Tarantino)<br />
Punch-Drunk Love (Paul Thomas Anderson)<br />
The Reckless Moment (Max Ophuls)<br />
Rear Window (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Resident Evil: Retribution (Paul WS Anderson)<br />
Road to Nowhere (Monte Hellman)<br />
Rope (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Rosemary's Baby (Roman Polanski)<br />
Rushmore (Wes Anderson)<br />
The Satin Slipper (Manoel de Oliveira)<br />
Shadows (John Cassavetes)<br />
The Shining (Stanley Kubrick)<br />
The Skin I Live In (Pedro Almodovar)<br />
The Social Network (David Fincher)<br />
Something Wild (Jonathan Demme)<br />
La sortie des usines Lumiere (Louis Lumiere)<br />
Spartacus (Stanley Kubrick)<br />
Stagecoach (John Ford)<br />
Starship Troopers (Paul Verhoeven)<br />
Summer Hours (Olivier Assayas)<br />
Suspicion (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Tabu (Miguel Gomes)<br />
Taste of Cherry (Abbas Kiarostami)<br />
Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese)<br />
There Will Be Blood (Paul Thomas Anderson)<br />
Thief (Michael Mann)<br />
This Is Not a Film (Jafar Panahi & Mojtaba Mirtahasebi)<br />
The 39 Steps (Alfred Hitchcock)<br />
Three Colors: Red (Krzysztof Kieslowski)<br />
Time Regained (Raul Ruiz)<br />
Touch of Evil (Orson Welles)<br />
The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick)<br />
The Trial (Orson Welles)<br />
The Turin Horse (Bela Tarr & Agnes Hranitzky)<br />
12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet)<br />
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (David Lynch)<br />
Two Lovers (James Gray)<br />
2001: A Space Odyssey (Stanley Kubrick)<br />
Vamps (Amy Heckerling)<br />
Vengeance (Johnnie To)<br />
Videodrome (David Cronenberg)<br />
Vivre sa vie (Jean-Luc Godard)<br />
The Warriors (Walter Hill)<br />
We Own the Night (James Gray)<br />
What's Up, Tiger Lily? (Woody Allen)<br />
White Material (Claire Denis)<br />
Who's Minding the Store? (Frank Tashlin)<br />
Wild Grass (Alain Resnais)<br />
The Wizard of Oz (Victor Fleming, King Vidor, & Mervyn LeRoy)<br />
You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet! (Alain Resnais)<br />
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<i> </i><i> Monkey Business</i> (Howard Hawks, 1952)</div>
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It's rather fitting that in the last week I've seen a couple Marilyn Monroe movies, since today is the anniversary of Ms. Monroe's death. Unfortunately, there have been quite a few negative comments about Ms. Monroe today. What some don't realize, particularly those that don't actually watch her movies and focus solely on the gossip about her personal life, is Ms. Monroe was quite bright.This argument is best made by the great film critic Jonathan Rosenbaum <a href="http://www.jonathanrosenbaum.com/?p=5898">here</a>.<br />
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Monroe was able to imbue characters like Lorelei Lee with great complexity. Most would have played her as just a shallow, brainless bombshell, but Monroe turns her into "a parodic expose of capitalist duplicity". Her suitors and, by implication, the audience are portrayed as grotesque. As Mr. Rosenbaum puts it, "The difficulty some people have discerning Monroe’s intelligence as an actress seems rooted in the ideology of a repressive era, when superfeminine women weren’t supposed to be smart. They often fail to see past the sexist cliches she used as armor, satirically and otherwise, fail to notice that she was also positing a utopian view of sex, one that was relatively guilt free and blissfully pleasure oriented — something entirely new for that period."<br />
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Thomas PrietoThomas Prietohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612171158412135324noreply@blogger.com0New York, NY 10012, USA40.7250632 -73.997694640.7130297 -74.0174356 40.7370967 -73.9779536