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Sunday, May 29, 2011

I Wake Up Dreaming 2011

The Roxie recently concluded I Wake Up Dreaming: The Legendary and the Lost - their biannual two week noir festival programmed by Elliot Lavine. Lavine has captured current zeitgeist of Bay Area film programming. Having won the 2010 San Francisco Film Critics Marlon Riggs Award, Lavine was much praised for rediscovery of The Woman Chaser. I Wake Up Dreaming 2011 received a fair amount of press including articles in the Chronicle, SF Weekly and the Bay Guardian. The way some of the audience members fawned over Lavine made me a little uncomfortable. By and large, Lavine programmed a strong and consistent series.

Of the 28 films programmed, I had previously seen five but I dutifully caught the other 23.

Dementia; (1955)
Phantom Lady starring Franchot Tone; with Elisha Cook, Jr.; directed by Robert Siodmak; (1944)
Ministry of Fear starring Ray Milland; directed by Fritz Lang; (1944)
Street of Chance starring Burgess Meredith; (1942)
C-Man starring Dean Jagger & John Carrdine; directed by Joseph Lerner; (1949)
Guilty Bystander starring Zachary Scott; directed by Joseph Lerner; (1950)
Once a Thief starring June Havoc & Cesar Romero; directed by W. Lee Wilder; (1950)
The Great Flamarion starring Eric von Stroheim; directed by Anthony Mann; (1945)
Whsipering City; (1947)
Ruthless starring Zachary Scott; with Sydney Greenstreet; directed by Edgar G. Ulmer; (1948)
Customs Agent; (1950)
Smooth as Silk; (1947)
Cafe Hostess starring Ann Dvorak & Preston Foster; (1940)
Dangerous Blondes starring Evelyn Keyes & Allyn Joslyn; (1943)
I Love Trouble starring Franchot Tone, Janet Blair & Janis Carter; (1948)
Ride the Pink Horse starring & directed by Robert Montgomery; (1947)
The Web starring Edmond O'Brien & Vincent Price; directed by Michael Gordon; (1947)
The Violent Years starring Jean Moorhead; screenplay by Ed Wood; (1956)
Dance Hall Racket starring & screenplay by Lenny Bruce; (1953)
Chain Gang; (1950)
Cell 2455, Death Row starring William Campbell; (1955)
World for Ransom starring Dan Duryea; directed by Robert Aldrich; (1954)
The 49th Man starring John Ireland; (1953)

Cell 2455, Death Row was preceded by a short film called Justice and Caryl Chessman.

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My favorite film of the series was probably the most anticipated one - Ruthless. Describted as a B level Citizen Kane or the Citizen Kane of film noir, Ruthless served an extra helping of melodrama but that didn't ruin my appetite for the film. Zachary Scott plays Horace Vendig, a man with relentless ambition. Born of middling circumstances, Vendig uses and betrays a series of friends and paramours on his rise to the wealthiest echelons of society. The film features a strong performance by Scott but his supporting cast shines. Diana Lynn as his first love, Sydney Greenstreet as his arch business rival and Lucille Bremer as Greenstreet's wife who betray him for Vendig are particularly noteworthy. The only shortcoming for me is the lack of explanation regarding Vendig's psyche. There are extended scenes of Vendig as a boy and the events that shaped him but nothing quite seems traumatic enough to explain his later behavior. Still, the expository scenes added quite a bit of perspective to Vendig's character.

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I was also quite taken with Dangerous Blondes. Straying far from noir, Dangerous Blondes was closer to The Thin Man with Allyn Josyln and Evelyn Keyes playing the married couple. Much of the film is a comedy as husband and wife detective team try to solve a series of murders. On that front, the film didn't stand out from a number of similar films of the era. However, Keyes was an absolute delight - funny, sexy and sassy. Joslyn mostly played straight man to Keyes although his character did have a wandering eye and as well enjoyed the limelight. The two of them formed an effective comedy team and I wish the characters had been given a series.

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Street of Chance was based on a Cornell Woolrich novel but the film adaptation is more notable for the solid performance by Burgess Meredith. The plot is a contrived as Meredith plays an amnesiac who regains his memories of his previous life and completely forgets the life he's been leading the past year or so. Unfortunately, he has gotten involved with some shady characters and a murder in his second life. The film never explains the amnesia and conveniently drops any mention of it in the last third of film.

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Ride the Pink Horse was interesting for it depiction of the relatinship between Caucasians and Mexicans including a remarkable performance by Wanda Hendrix as Mexican woman who help Robert Montgomery elude his enemies. The ending scene where both Montgomery and Hendrix resume their lives (and attitudes) despite in the intense and intiminate bond they shared while in danger is quite a damning statement about race relations.

There were a number of film that didn't quite make the grade but were remarkable for B films with has beens and never weres.

The Great Flamarion featured a typically intense von Stroheim performance where he plays a sharpshooter who kills his assistant's husband on stage in "an accident." Of course, he was the chump as the woman was only using him to get rid of her husband.

I liked Once a Thief for the amazing performance by Cesar Romero as a ladies man who cons June Havoc.

Guilty Bystander also featured Zachary Scott as an alcoholic ex-cop searching for his kidnapped son.

Smooth as Silk was also enjoyable for the lead performance of Kent Taylor as a defense attorney who frames his ex-girlfriend for murder. Virginia Grey as the ex delivered an equally impressive performance.

The Web was also a nice vehicle for Edmond O'Brien to play the chump and Vincent Price as the evil mastermind who manipulate O'Brien into killing for him and making it look like self defense.

C-Man, Customs Agent and Chain Gang were similar but enjoyable films about men going under cover to expose corruption.

Phantom Lady has a great scene where Elisha Cook is a bebop, hophead drummer who takes his sexual frustrations out on the snare drums.

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What didn't I like? Strangely, Fritz Lang's Ministry of Fear was a little disappointing. It felt like a Hitchcock film. I didn't feel well during the screening so I wasn't concentrating. It deserves a second look if I ever get the chance.

The production values or at least the prints of Whispering City, World for Ransom and Cafe Hostess made it hard to understand the dialog and follow the plot.

The The Violent Years and Dance Hall Racket were just badly made films. The plot for each film was rambling and full of filler even though the films were approximately 65 minutes. The Violent Years was scripted by Ed Wood; no need to say anymore. Jean Moorhead had a lot screen presence and sex appeal though. Of course, she was the Playboy Playmate of the Month for the October 1955.

Dance Hall Racket was scripted by Lenny Bruce and he seemed to write it with the goal of giving every burlesque performer he knew a part including his wife and mother. There were lots of scenes that were one-shot jokes that weren't funny and didn't advance the story.

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That leaves Dementia, an hour long film without any dialogue about a woman's nightmare which include getting pimped out and the most ominous fried chicken eating scene ever filmed. The film was quite good. Lavine said there is a version with Ed McMahon narrating the film. Thank god they didn't show that. The film was unnarrated as well as sans dialogue. For the most part, this device works although by the end, I was becoming aware of the self-imposed limitations of this choice. It gave the film a lyrical quality but eventually, I thought the lack of dialogue became a distraction. I also thought the star, Adrienne Barrett was miscast. Her role is credited as "The Gamine" but I thought she looked a little too world-weary to be the gamine. I guess dreams like that will age you.

Dementia reminded me of a film I can't place. I'm glad I saw it because I enjoyed but I don't hold in such high esteem as others.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Forgotten André de Toth Film and Busy Times Ahead

I saw Two Girls on the Street at the PFA in Janaury. The main reason I went was because André de Toth directed the film.

Two Girls on the Street; Hungarian with subtitles; (1939)

I remember being disappointed when the film was over. Expectation ran high for a de Toth film in his native language. I can't remember anything about the film three months later. Usually, at worst, I only remember a scene or two. Sometimes reading the PFA notes on the film jog my memory. Not with Two Girls on the Street and I can't find a more detailed plot summary on the internet. I'll have to leave it at that.

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With the exception of some Claire Denis films which are part of a PFA series, I'm fully caught up now. The first quarter was packed with more films than usual for me. Noir City, Cinequest and SFIAAFF really put me through the ringer.

During Q1, I saw 117½ films or programs. That compares to 94 films in Q1-2010. 70½ filmsin the first quarter of this year were from the three festivals mentioed in the previous paragraph.

The cost is a little tricky because I donated to SFIAAFF in 2010 and most of my donation was tax deductible. I received a T-shirt, book and two DVDs in addition to my festival pass. I'll estimate the total admission costs at an even grand. That puts the average cost a $8.51 per screening.

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The film festival schedule for the second quarter is coming into focus. The San Francisco International Film Festival will be held from April 21 to May 5. After some initial hesitation, I bought a 10 film Cinevoucher. I'm seeing films at the Castro, Viz, PFA & Kabuki Cinemas.

From May 13 to 26, the Roxie screens I Wake Up Dreaming — 2011 : The Legendary and the Lost!, their annual spring noir festival. Although I don't see his name in the on-line program description, I assume Elliot Lavine is programming the series as before. The progam includes films from Robert Siodmak, Fritz Lang, Joseph Lerner, Anthony Mann & Robert Aldrich.

The YBCA has a program from May 19 to 26 called Three-Way: A Trilogy of Vintage Erotica. The series includes Camille 2000 from legendary director Radley Metzger. The YBCA ends their overview with "Stay tuned for 'Three-Way Redux: A Trilogy of Contemporary Erotica.'"

Another Hole in the Head Film Festival plays at the Roxie from June 2 to 16. This year, they dispensed with the screenings at the Viz.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Skateboard Immorality, Face to Face With the Devil and Black Cat

I saw a trio of films in March that didn't quite live up to expectations.

Machotaildrop; (2009) - Official Website
I Saw the Devil starring Byung-hun Lee & Min-sik Choi; directed by Jee-woon Kim; Korean with subtitles; (2010) - Official Website
Kuroneko; directed by Kaneto Shindô; Japanese with subitles; (1968)

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Machotaildrop was billed by the Roxie as the "surprise hit of Indiefest." I recalled that Jason Wiener thought highly of it. When it played for a week after Indiefest closed, I decided to catch it.

The plot dealt with a skateboarder who signs a contract with a skateboard manufacturing company. They make him a star through videos and other products lines. However, he has to move to their compound which is on a island. He begins to notice weird things such as the gnomish elderly people who construct the products or the post-apocalyptic gang (they look like rejects from The Warriors) of punks who maraud the island. It turns out that his contract requires him to be slave labor after he gets too old or injured to skate the halfpipe. I'm surprised they didn't turn the old into soylent green.

Anyway, I found the film more derivative than homage to say Willy Wonka. I dozed off for part of it so I can't say with certainty that it was wholly unenjoyable. When I was conscious, I found the film less than enjoyable. The gang leader seemed to be doing a Bobcat Goldwaithe impersonation which quickly grew tiresome. The main evildoer was the Baron whose facial hair and vocal patterns proved tiresome as well. Enough said about Machotaildrop; if you enjoyed it, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

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I Saw the Devil was yet another of these ultra-violent revenge films from Korea. From their cinema, you would think vigilantism against serial killers, rapists and child molesters is commonplace in South Korea. I don't really finds these films enjoyable. The violence doesn't bother me but after a few of these films, the storylines begin to blur together. The only one of these I recall enjoying was The Chaser (2008) which I saw at the 2009 San Francisco International Asian American Film Festival. That one was a little different because the protagonist was a pimp who was avenging his whore's murder.

I Saw the Devil focuses on a serial murderer/rapist (whose known associates includes a cannibal!) picks the wrong woman to murder. He has unwittingly killed the fiancée of a secret service agent and the daughter of a police chief. Rather than solving the crime or even avenging the murder, the secret service agent decides to ratchet things up. He repeatedly catches, beats and releases the serial killer. He is able to do this because upon their first encounter, he shoves a capsulized GPS tracker down the killer throat.

Eventually, the killer discovers how he is being tracked. After taking some laxatives (nice scene where he scoops out the capsule from his fresh pile of soft fecal matter), the killer turns the table on his stalker and takes the fight to his inlaws.

Maybe some people enjoy this but it seemed terribly contrived to me. To make matters worse, the performances were oddly flat. Byung-hun Lee as the Secret Service agent goes about his role in such a stolid manner that he turns a thinly developed character into a bore. The character does turn into something worse than the killer he is tormenting but that descent was largely lost in Lee's performance. Min-sik Choi has the meatier role as the killer and has some fun with the role but he played the killer without a trace of humanity; more like a cartoon. Giving the killer a little bit more angst and regret would have made the film infinitely more enjoyable.

Byung-hun Lee and director Jee-woon Kim most recently collaborated on The Good, the Bad and the Weird which was also disappointing albeit lighter fare.

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Finally, there was the cult classic Kuroneko which was re-released last year by Janus Films and played at the Castro. Director Kaneto Shindô made Onibaba (1964) which I saw at the PFA tribute retrospective for Kashiko Kawakita. The soundtrack was similar which I liked. The plot was also similar which I thought compared unfavorably to Onibaba.

In both films, a woman and her daughter-in-law are left to fend for themselves when the man of the house goes off to war. In Onibaba (which mean old devil woman or devil hag), the two women lure samurai to their deaths until the commence to fight between themselves. In Kuroneko (which means black cat in Japanse), the two women are gangraped and murdered by bandits (or perhaps desperate samurai) but come back as black cats. The younger woman changes into human form to lure samurai to their death. The man of the house returns triumphantly from war. He is given a title and the assignment of banishing the ghosts who have been killing samurai for the past year. When he confronts the ghosts, he sees a resemblance between them and his mother and wife. The sets up the final confrontation which I won't give away because its one of the better parts of the film.

Director Kaneto Shindô wife, Nobuko Otowa plays the mother-in-law in both films. I thought she was more effective as the earthy and petty woman in Onibaba. Kiwako Taichi plays the daughter in Kuroneko which is the bigger role.

The film was not so much a horror film. It was re-release by Janus Films because it is an arthouse film. It evokes a certain mood. I found the repetition of luring samurai to their death to be tedious even though it was done in a montage sequence. When the son finally confronts the two ghosts, it takes awhile for the action to commence. There was a lot of inner conflict and psychological posturing which seemed out of place. The level of introspection seemed out of place by J-horror standards. As I watched the Kuroneko, I couldn't help but think how much more I enjoyed Onibaba.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Documentaries on French Film Directors

I saw two documentaries at the Roxie about French directors in February.

Two in the Wave; directed by Emmanuel Laurent; French with subtitles; (2010) - Official Website
Henri-Georges Clouzot's Inferno; directed by Serge Bromberg and Ruxandra Medrea; French with subtitles; (2009) - Official Website

Two in the Wave documented the relationship between François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard. Henri-Georges Clouzot's Inferno told the story of the making of Clouzot's L'Enfer (Inferno). Clouzot was plagued with indecision (possibly the result of a nervous breakdown) during the filming and never completed the film despite shooting 15 hours of footage. Salon.com calls it "The Greatest Film Never Made."

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It was until recently that I learned that Truffaut, Godard and Claude Chabrol wrote for Cahiers du Cinema at the same time in the 1950s. It was during this period that Truffaut and Godard became friends. Truffaut's The 400 Blows was the hit of the 1959 Cannes Film Festival and made him world famous. Using his newfound influence, Truffaut helped to get Godard's Breathless made in 1960. Godard and Truffaut share screenwriting credits on Breathless. Throughout the 1960s, Godard and Truffaut were preeminent in French cinema.

The two remained friends and shared politcal causes until the late 1960s when Godard's politics and film took on more radical elements. A series of public letters between the men created a permanent break in their relationship. Truffaut and Godard did not speak for the last decade or so of Truffaut's life (he died in 1984).

Two in the Wave documented the men's relationship and their films. It didn't add too much insight but presented the known facts in a clear manner so that people unfamiliar with their shared history (like me) could get an introduction.

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Henri-Georges Clouzot's Inferno was more provocative. Clouzot was best known for Diabolique (1955) but had a string of well received French films in the late 1950s and early 1960s. In 1964, Columbia Pictures gave him an unlimited budget to film his screenplay for Inferno. He cast popular German film star Romy Schneider as the female lead and Italian born Serge Reggiani as her jealous husband. The plot involved the husband's increasing jealous and ultimately madness.

Given Clouzot's unlimited budget and the discipline he showed on past films, much was expected from Inferno. Instead, Clouzot dithered during filming. He was unable to make decisions, argued with his actors and endlessly shot take after take of certain scenes. Clouzot had suffered from clinical depression earlier in his life. During the making of Inferno, Clouzot appeared to be suffering from some mental condition that made him obsessive about every aspect film to the point that nothing could get made. Reggiani walked off the set after several weeks of shooting and soon thereafter, Clouzot suffered a heart attack. The film was abandoned shortly afterwards.

Director Serge Bromberg was trapped in a elevator for two hours with Clouzot's widow. She told him about Inferno and the 185 reels of film she still had in storage. Bromberg decided to make a documentary on the film that never was. Bromberg used some of the original footage as well as interviews with surviving cast and crew (director Costa Gavras was part of the crew) and actors to enact scenes which weren't filmed.

Bromberg use of Clouzot's original footage is spectacular. Clouzot mixed tinted lenses and reverse motion photography to create stunning images. There are scenes of Schneider water skiing which a submlime as her hips sway when she makes a turn. In other scenes, she wears blue lipstick that give her an otherwordly appearance and must have been used to express her husband's descent into madness. Bromberg samples an array of Clouzot's footage and the effect on me was almost like an inferno. I longed to see the entire film which of course is impossible. Clouzot was clearly as master and Inferno could have been a masterpiece if he had held it together long enough to complete it. As for Schneider, I wonder if I can ever see a film with her without comparing it to her scenes in Inferno.

Romy Schneider in Inferno

Thursday, January 13, 2011

One Fourth of 2011 is Already Booked Up

The film festival season kicks off tomorrow evening with the opening night of German Gems at the Castro Theater. German Gems is the festival which Ingrid Eggers founded after leaving Berlin and Beyond. This is the second annual German Gems. I missed last year's screenings. The festival runs through January 16 at the Castro and presents encore screenings on January 22 at Point Arena.

The films that interest me based on the program guide are The Architect, She Deserved It on January 15 and Mountain Blood on Janaury 16.

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Noir City will be at the Castro from January 21 to 30. In total, they'll screen 24 films. The films I'm looking forward to are Don't Bother to Knock (1952) with Marilyn Monroe and Richard Widmark, Jean Renoir's The Woman on the Beach (1947) and Otto Preminger's Angel Face (1952) with Jean Simmons and Robert Mitchum.

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The Mostly British Film Festival runs February 3 to 10 at the Vogue Theater. The festival is long on old school classics such Get Carter (1971), The Ipcress File (1965), Black Narcissus (1947), Gallipoli (1981) and East is East (1999).

Among the films which caught my attention are West is West (2010) which is the opening night film and sequel to East is East, Beneath Hill 60 (2010) and Down Terrace (2009).

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Overlapping Mostly British is the San Francisco Independent Film Festival or SF IndieFest at the Roxie.

The most outrageous titles are Nude Nuns With Big Guns and Machete Maidens Unleashed! which is a documentary about Filipino exploitation films from the director of Not Quite Hollywood (which I saw at 2010's Mostly British Film Festival).

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On February 12 at the Castro Theater, the San Francisco Silent Film Festival will present their Winter Event.

The all-day program consists of trio of Chaplin's early short films, L’Argent (1928), an adaptation of the Émile Zola novel and King Vidor's La Bohème (1926) starring Lilian Gish and John Gilbert.

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From March 1 to 13, Cinequest screens in San Jose. From March 10 to 20, the San Francisco Asian American Film Festival runs at various locations. If the past is indicative, the festival will screen in San Francisco, San Jose and Berkeley.

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On top of all these festivals, the PFA has a series that greatly interests me. It called Suspicion: The Films of Claude Chabrol and Alfred Hitchcock and runs from January 13 to February 25.

A founding member of the French New Wave, Claude Chabrol began, like his contemporaries Truffaut, Godard, and Rohmer, as a critic for Cahiers du Cinema; unlike his more rigorously intellectual colleagues, however, he embraced genre filmmaking, specifically suspense films (“I love murder,” he said). Chabrol’s career as a critic peaked with the 1957 publication (with Rohmer) of a pioneering study of Alfred Hitchcock; he turned to filmmaking a year later, beginning a cinematic career that could arguably be described as a continuing study—and continuation—of Hitchcock.

Like Hitchcock, Chabrol is the consummate craftsman; his films flow with the ease and assurance of someone who understands the power of cinema to manipulate emotion, while simultaneously embracing—and winking at—such power. “I am a farceur,” he once admitted. “You have to avoid taking yourself too seriously.” Unlike Hitchcock, though, Chabrol hits harder, with a steely condemnation of bourgeois values and a weighty moral resonance in his tales of infidelity, suspense, and murder. In a use of genre similar to his other great influence, Fritz Lang, “the stories he chooses become the frameworks for clear-eyed subtle explorations of guilt, innocence, and accountability,” wrote Stephen Holden in the New York Times.

Chabrol passed away in September, aged eighty, having made over sixty films. We present a generous sampling of his work, in conjunction with some of Hitchcock’s finest; two “masters of suspense,” together at last.


The series consists of 20 films. Many of them overlap with Noir City or IndieFest.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

2010 By the Numbers & A Reprieve for the Viz

When I count up all the films I see in a year, I feel like a shopaholic confronted with his or her credit card bill.

I saw 382 "films" on a theater screen in 2010. For these purposes, a film is not just a feature length film but also includes programs (typically from film festivals) which consist of mutlitple short films. If it was categorized as a single program in a festival guide, it counts as one film entry on my list. Conversely, I saw several programs which consisted of a short film and a feature length film. For my counting purposes, those are counted a single film entry.

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The top 10 venues in which I saw films in 2010 were:

1) Roxie Theater (97 films) - primarily the result of four film festival - San Francisco Indiefest, I Still Wake Up Dreaming, Another Hole in the Head and Not Necessarily Noir. The number includes both the Big Roxie and Little Roxie.

2) Pacific Film Archive (71 films) - more than half of my visits were for the Kurosawa series, Italian Neorealism series and the Asian American Film Festival.

3) Castro Theater (62 films) - I saw 30 films between Noir City 8 and the 2010 Silent Film Festival.

4) Viz Cinema (41 films) - I saw 18 films from various Ozu, Mizoguchi and Kurosawa series and 9 films at Another Hole in the Head.

5) Landmark Theaters (17 films) - nine films at the Lumiere, four at the Embarcadero, three at the Opera Plaza, one at the Bridge and zero at the Clay.

6) 4 Star (16 films) - I saw seven films as part of the Chinese American Film Festival. Interestingly, I did not watch any films at the Presidio or Marina, the other theaters affiliated with Lee Neighborhood Theaters.

7) Sundance Kabuki Cinemas (15 films) - All 15 films were part of the 2010 SF International Film Festival.

8) Red Vic (10 films)

9) Yerba Buena Center for the Arts and the Stanford Theater (9 films each)

In 11th place was the Balboa Theater (6 films). I also watched seven films at various theaters in the Las Vegas area where my father has retired.

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On 250 days in 2010, I saw at least one film.

My maximum was four films during a single day. I did that four times in 2010. On Sunday, February 14 (which was the day before Presidents Day), I saw a Frank Capra film at the PFA and then went to see three films at the Roxie as part of IndieFest.

During the Silent Film Festival, I saw four films at the Castro Theater on Saturday, July 17 and another four on Sunday, July 18. A week later on July 25, I saw two films at the Castro as part of the San Francisco Jewish Film Festival and two films at the Viz as part of Another Hole in the Head.

On 21 days, I saw three films. On 78 days, I saw two films. On 147 days, I saw one film.

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In 2010, I spent $2,777.77 for admission to the 382 films. That averages out to $7.27 per film. I paid for three films which I was not able to attend due to traffic, last minute work obligations and illness, respectively. That would have lowered the average to $7.21.

That compares to $2,390.76 to see 348 films in 2009 which averages to $6.87 per film. I'm not sure why the average increased by over 5% in 2010. I saw more films at the San Francisco International Film Festival in 2010. That doesn't explain it all though. I also bought a festival pass to the San Francisco Silent Film Festival in 2010 which I had not done in the past. I saw more films and lowered the average cost in 2010 vs 2009 but the average cost of the SF Silent Film Festival was over $12 per film so that raised the total average price.

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After writing that Viz Cinema is closing, I read that "VIZ Cinema won't cease its operation. Just programming policy will be changed." That is from a tweet sent by Viz Cinema and directed to Brian Darr who writes Hell On Frisco Bay.

That sounds a little ominous. "We had to destroy the village in order to save it." Until confronted with evidence to the contrary, I'll take this as great news. I hope the programming policy will continue to accept the discount tickets I have at home.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Modus Operandi and Boxing Gym

The Roxie Theater has been programming some interesting stuff since new ownership took over. They still screen some second run films like The Social Network but they also have steady offering of the artiest of art house films such as Hadewijch and some old foreign films.

I caught two films there in December.

Modus Operandi with Danny Trejo; directed by Frankie Latina; (2010) - Official Website
Boxing Gym; docuemntary; directed Frederick Wiseman; (2010) - Official Website

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I had targetted one of the two 11 PM screenings of Modus Operandi since I first saw it on the Roxie calendar. The synopsis was too much to pass up. It would either be glorious or incomprehensible...or both.

Two briefcases are stolen from a Presidential candidate, setting off a deadly series of double-crosses and betrayls in Frankie Latina's totally awesome, totally authentic blast of exploitation. Lovingly filmed in Milwaukee, Wisconcin [sic] and Tokyo, Japan on Super 8 over the course of four years, Modus Operandi has all you could ask for in a movie: murder, beautiful ladies, stylish cinematography, suave spies and Danny Trejo. “Latina is paying tribute to the ’70s here, but in a bizarre, formalist way: One scene might play like a retro spy spoof, the next like a British gangster flick, another like an experimental Warhol piece, and yet another like Italian neorealism ... It’s never boring, as Latina throws enough random nudity and hilariously odd scenic juxtapositions at the audience to keep them amused..” - LA Weekly

I can't even begin to describe the film because I still don't understand it. There was a lot of gratuitous nudity (a surprisingly large amount was male) and violence and smidgen of Danny Trejo dressed like Mr. Roarke from Fantasy Island. Who knew that the CIA Director conducted business from Superfly's apartment?

The plot involved two stolen briefcases. One of them contained VHS tapes of snuff films involving a candidate for the US Presidency. I can't remember what the other one contained...it's not important. A bunch people go around killing each other for the briefcases or information regarding the briefcases. I couldn't keep track of the sides and each character was so poorly developed or killed so quickly that the characters were only distinguishable by their costumes - there was a cowboy, a sexy black woman, a Japanese dominatrix/torturer, etc.

Anyway, the film was just didn't hold my attention. I think director Frankie Latina was trying too hard spoof other movies and turn the plot twist dial to 11 that he forgot to write a plot for the film. If this film took four years to make, I wish he would have stopped at two.

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I had no desire to see Boxing Gym by acclaimed documentary director Frederick Wiseman. I previously watched (at the Roxie), Wiseman's previous film, La danse - Le ballet de l'Opéra de Paris. At over two and a half hours, I found La danse in need of editing and was not fan of Wiseman's laissez-faire attitude towards crafting a narrative. I was going to skip Boxing Gym because I figured it would be more of the same.

Then PG&E intervened. I arrived home one night to find there was a power outage. I decided to try potluck at the nearest movie theater which is one I don't frequent much because parking is a hassle and it's a Century Theater with a bunch of films I don't want to see. Alas, that theater was affected by the outage as well. So I drove to a BART station with no particular destination in mind. I realized that my first opportunity to grab a bite to eat and watch a film was at 16th Street Station and the Roxie. So it came to pass that I had a falafel and watched Boxing Gym.

Boxing Gym is set at Lord's Gym in Austin. The gym was founded by former professional boxer Richard Lord who reminded me of boxing trainer Freddy Roach. In Boxing Gym, Wiseman once again eschews a cogent narrative and lets Lord and his boxers guide the film. Boxers may not be the right term because many of the peole at his gym appear to be there for exercise. One mother explicitly forbids sparring for her son due to his epilepsy and Lord immediately agrees.

The audience is treated to numerous scenes of people (a suprising number of females with infants in car seats) shadow boxing, hitting the speed bag, striking a punching mitt or swinging a sledgehammer against a tire. Through this repition, we see that everyone trains the same way and "everyone" is a pretty diverse set of people - young men, older men, women, Hispanics, whites, boys and teenagers, a few professionals, etc. Based on the film synopsis, this melting pot environment is what interested Wiseman.

At 90 minutes, Boxing Gym hasn't much time to veer off and explore various subplots. That was plus for me. Unlike La danse where I lost interest for long stretches of time, Boxing Gym kept me engaged. It still lacked the payoff punch but the overall effect of the film on me was to stimulate a slight interest in Lord's Gym, its members and Richard Lord.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Taiwan Film Days

I caught two films San Francisco Film Society's Taiwan Film Days at Viz Cinema from October 22 to 24.

Monga; directed by Doze Niu; Min Nan (Taiwanese) and Mandarin with subtitles; (2010) - Official Website
Tears; directed by Wen-Tang Cheng; Min Nan (Taiwanese) with subtitles; (2009)

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Monga which means canoe in Min Nan was a showy gangster movie about five teenagers who come together to form a gang. The leader is Dragon who is the son of the local mob boss, the brains behind the outfit is Monk, the fighter is Monkey and the coward is A-Po. The fifth member is a new kid a school called Mosquito. The five of them form a tight-knit group who assert their collective will at school and in the neighborhoods. As they get older, Dragon's father essentially sends them to a gangster training camp which consists of learning mental discipline and fighting skills with knives, swords and fists (but not guns).

Change is coming though. A mainlander (Chinese from the PRC) has aligned himself with a Taiwanese gangster recently released from prison. Director Doze Niu plays Grey Wolf (the mainlander) who preaches co-prosperity but secretly wants to take over the street action in Taipei. To accomplish this, he induces Monk to betray his gang. Monk is ambitious and harbors resentment towards Boss Geta (Dragon's father). Balancing him out is Mosquito who never knew his father and has made Boss Geta his father figure.

The film boils down to a story of betrayal and youth growing up to harsh realities. Another nice touch is the film was set in the 1980s so Dragon has a mullet that makes him look a little like Jose Canseco from the late 1980s. Monkey and A-Po have New Wave bangs which reminded me of the band A Flock of Seagulls.

Clocking in at nearly 2.5 hours, the film could have been edited down to beneficial effect. Also, I was expecting more of a gritty gangster film and Monga was rather stylized. Striving for epic dimensions, the film felt like a special 2 hour episode of Miami Vice set in Taipei. Ethan Juan and Mark Chao are effective as Monk and Mosquito, respectively. Han-Tien Chen as Mosquito's initial nemesis Dog Boy and Ju-Lung Ma as Boss Geta stood out among the supporting cast.

I can't fully recommend the film because of its excessive run time but I was entertained for most of the film.

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More gritty than Monga is Tears - a tale of partial redemption for a crooked cop who isn't so bad when you get to know him. Guo (Chen-Nan Tsai) is a fifty-something cop who shows the younger cops a thing or two about water boarding. He lives in what is basically a SRO with his dog. Divorced, mostly estranged from his children and he claims to have not shed a tear in 10 years. His only semi-emotional interaction is with a betelnut beauty named Wen (Enno Cheng).

Guo catches a case involving a girl who overdosed on extra pure heroin. His dogged pursuit of that case leads to unexpected connections with Wen and brutal consequences. I won't say much more except the connections were highly contrived but the portrayal of Guo is told in a detached manner that gives the story a weary & cynical feel to match Guo's outlook. Guo's ultimate fate didn't elicit much of an emotional response from me. It was more of a dispassionate coda to the story which tried to be elegiac.

Maybe I'm getting soft in my old age but Tears rates a lukewarm recommendation from me as well. Chen-Nan Tsai's performance is worth the cost of admission or rental. Jian-wei Huang's performance as Guo's junior partner who isn't as sensitive as he appears also stood out.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Not Necessarily Noir

Elliot Lavine was back at the Roxie for two weeks recently. Lavine has, by my count, programmed three successful noir series at the Roxie in the past 18 months. This time, he programmed Not Necessarily Noir. Lavine was a former programmer at the Roxie and seems to be their permanent guest noir programmer. As his valedictory for Not Necessarily Noir, Lavine stated his intention to return to the Roxie next spring with another noir series.

The ambiguous series title (partially chosen for its alliteration according to Lavine) was more noir than not in my opinion. I certainly appreciate the genre (although some purist claim it is not a genre), I have to admit to showing signs of noir fatigue. Since January 2009, I count seven multi-week film series in the Bay Area with "noir" in the title and a couple others which had strong elements of noir in its programming goals. Rolling Thunder, Thief and Cutter’s Way which appeared in this Roxie series also screened in March 2008 at the Castro Theater as part of their Rolling Thunders: The Second Dark Age series.

For the past twenty years the Roxie has been presenting a steady diet of pure bred 100% All-American Film Noir. Now comes an exciting new cavalcade of boundary benders that beg the issue of just what constitutes the whole notion of noir—a whopping twenty-four films of mixed genres, spanning the years 1941 through 1999—all with a decidedly bent perspective on the human condition.

This breathtaking array of dark cinematic diversity offers up a thoroughly mixed bag of styles and genres—from the demented and disquieting horror noir hybrids of the 1940s (The Face Behind The Mask and House Of Horrors) to the cold war shivers induced by 1950s sci-fi noir (Invasion of the Body Snatchers and The Creeping Unknown), to cult western noir from the 50s (Day of the Outlaw and Terror in a Texas Town), to 1960s mindbenders (Mirage, The Sadist, Mickey One), to the brutal violence of 70s shockers (Obsession, Last Embrace, Blue Collar, Hardcore, Rolling Thunder) to the post-mod neo-noir of the 80s and beyond (Breathless, Thief, Cutter’s Way, Bad Lieutenant).


Of the 24 films offered, I watched 14 of the films.

Not Necessarily Noir
Mirage starring Gregory Peck; with Walter Matthau, George Kennedy and Kevin McCarthy; scored by Quincy Jones; directed by Edward Dmytryk; (1965)
13 West Street starring Alan Ladd and Rod Steiger; (1962)
The Strange One starring Ben Gazzara, George Peppard and Pat Hingle; (1957)
Something Wild starring Carroll Baker and Ralph Meeker; scored by Aaron Copland; (1961)
Terror in a Texas Town starring Sterling Hayden; written by Dalton Trumbo (under a pseudonym); (1959)
Day of the Outlaw starring Robert Ryan and Burl Ives; directed by Andre DeToth; (1959)
A Town Has Turned to Dust starrring Rod Steiger and William Shatner; written by Rod Serling; directed by John Frankenheimer; originally a Playhouse 90 episode; (1958)
Last Embrace starring Roy Scheider; with Christopher Walken; directed by Jonathan Demme; (1979)
Obsession starring Cliff Robertson, Genevieve Bujold, and John Lithgow; written by Paul Schrader; directed by Brian De Palma; (1976)
Romeo is Bleeding starring Gary Oldman and Lena Olin; (1993)
Breathless starring Richard Gere and Valerie Kaprisky; (1983)
Blue Collar starring Richard Pryor, Harvey Keitel, and Yaphet Kotto; written and directed by Paul Schrader; (1978)
The Woman Chaser starring Patrick Warburton; (1999)
Hardcore starring George C. Scott, Peter Boyle and Season Hubley; written and directed by Paul Schrader; (1979)

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Of the ten films I missed were six which I've seen in 35 mm before - Thief, Cutter’s Way, Bad Lieutenant (Harvey Keitel and Abel Ferrara version), Rolling Thunder, The Face Behind The Mask and Mickey One. I've seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Don Siegel directed version) before but only on television.

That leaves three films which I missed and had not previously seen: The Creeping Unknown, The Sadist and House Of Horrors.

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My favorite film of the series was Romeo is Bleeding. I didn't recall the film by name but as I started watching it, I realized I had seen the film before. I recall seeing it on television or VHS multiple time. The film features a tour de force performance by Lena Olin as the impossibly sexy and sociopathic assassin Mona Demarkov. Opposite her is Gary Oldman (looking a lot like a young Mickey Rourke) as a crooked cop who is no match for Demarkov. The plot involves the slow death spiral of Oldman's character (who by my count had three names; if you look closely at the wedding invitation in his scrapbook, the name is not Grimaldi). His demise is hastened immeasurably by his encounters with Demarkov. Olin and Oldman have an unmistakable on-screen chemistry but everything in the film eclipsed by Olin's performance.

Amoral, vicious, sexy, dangerous and irresistibly seductive, the audience watches Olin as she rampages across film like no one else I can remember. She is a femme fatale on cinematic steroids. Even though her performance is flamboyant, Olin reigns in her performance. After killing, seducing, etc. Olin and Oldman have a scene where she discusses her losing her virginity. Olin delivers the lines in such a convincing manner that I forgot I was watching a film. Of course, later Olin venomously tells Oldman that all the sexuality between them was a lie. I can't adequately describe Olin's performance. Her performance frequently pegs the needle on noirish malevolence but I never found myself thinking she was over-the-top. In fact, I couldn't help but notice how I was attracted to Mona Demarkov and just like Oldman's character, she would chew me up and spit me out. Like Peggy Lee said, "But what a lovely way to burn..."

The supporting cast is solid with Annabella Sciorra as Grimaldi's long suffering wife, Juliette Lewis as his long-suffering mistress, Roy Scheider as soft spoken but menacing Mafia don and the always memorable Michael Wincott as Grimaldi's Mafia liaison.

Lena Olin in Romeo is Bleeding

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13 West Street was a nice find. The movie stars Alan Ladd, in his penultimate film performance, as a victim of a beating at the hands of juvenile delinquents. The crime leaves him shaken but when the punks start threatening his wife, he begins to investigate and interrogate the suspects himself at the consternation of Rod Steiger who plays the police detective.

Ladd never quite reaches Death Wish depths but he does lose perspective and his much of his self-control as he becomes obsessed with catching the gang. Steiger plays his part as cool cop with a soothing voice who tries talk Ladd down from his increasingly frenzied efforts.

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A Town Has Turned to Dust was not a movie but an episode of the television anthology series Playhouse 90. I've heard about this specific episode for years as it helped to establish his career. In the episode (which appears to be telecast live), Shatner plays a racist shopkeeper who leads a lynch mob. Rod Steiger plays the town sheriff who attempts to protect his prisoner from the crazed crowd. Having seen every Star Trek episode (multiple times), I immediately recognized Shatner's performance as textbook Shatner. Rage and fear were the emotions Shatner was able to convey...like the final episode of Star Trek where Captain Kirk's body is inhabited by a psychotic woman. We know this because Shatner reinterprets his performance as Kirk to show more rage & fear.

Enough of my closet Trekkie predilections, Shatner was adequate as the town bully and at that juncture of his career, the performance must have seem revelatory. Steiger plays the sheriff as an alcoholic and the action takes place during a summer drought so Steiger plays the sheriff as a sweaty alcoholic. He's a bit of a coward and has a strong sense of self-loathing. We find out later the backstory of Steiger's character.

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Something Wild starring Carroll Baker was an odd story about a rape victim. Carroll Baker was married to director Jack Garfein at the time of the filming. Baker plays Mary Ann Robinson, a college student in New York. She is raped one night but hides the incident from her parents. She begins to exhibit severe post-traumatic stress disorder. She runs away from her middle class home to live in a seedy tenement building. She drops out of school to work at a five and dime where the other workers mistake her distant behavior as unfriendliness. Pushed to the point of suicide, Robinson is moments from jumping off the Manhattan Bridge when Mike (Ralph Meeker) happens upon and saves her. He takes her back to his small basement apartment to recuperate. The film takes an unexpected turn as Robinson's white knight soon become her captor. Mike refuses to let Mary Ann leave and keeps her locked in the apartment when he leaves for work. Months go by as Mary Ann falls into a depression. Interestingly, Mary Ann seems to regain some of her spirit while under confinement. Although distressed, Robinson never attempts suicide while locked up.

Mike, who clearly has alcohol and emotional problems, inadvertently (or is it?) leaves the door unlocked one day and Mary Ann makes her escape. After receiving a less than rousing response from her mother, Robinson incredibly decides to return to Mike. The climax of the film finds Mike & Mary Ann married and living in the basement apartment. They appear happy as they are hosting a social gathering. Mary Ann's mother has tracked her down (or maybe Mary Ann sent her the address). The point is that Mary Ann rebuffs her mother's pleas to return to her previous life and chooses to stay with Mike.

The ending left me shaking my head. How likely is that marriage to be successful? The husband is a maladjusted kidnapper and the wife is a rape and kidnap victim who appears to have not sought any treatment. Did I mention that Mary Ann kicked Mike's eye out when he drunk? I suppose the ending was supposed to be the triumph of the marginalized over their circumstances. My cynical nature led me to internally state that the couple would be divorced in two years and lucky if both of them were still ambulatory and free of incarceration.

Despite the ending, for most of the film Baker was impressive as the victim if not a little predictable and one-dimensional. However, the plot kept taking unexpected turns that allowed for Baker's performance to adapt to the situation her character was in. That added some depth to Baker's performance which combined with the unusual kept me interested up until the end.

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There were some misfires in the festival. I recall seeing the remake of Breathless as a teenager. At the time, I had not seen the original. I recall the film was universally panned but having watched the 50th anniversary reissue of the original Breathless, I wanted to make the comparison.

I can confirm that the 1983 version of Breathless is horrible but yet memorable. First, whereas Jean-Paul Belmondo was full of bravado and a bit of a poseur, Richard Gere behaves like a buffoon and acts like Belmondo's mentally retarded brother with ADHD. Valerie Kaprisky, in the Jean Seberg role, is less capricious than Seberg's character. Kaprisky portrays the character with more sexuality and confusion.

Is the film unfairly criticized for not being the orignal? Perhaps. I last saw the film over 20 years ago and I recalled a scene where Richard Gere gets into the shower with Kaprisky. They frolic in the shower with the imprint of Kaprisky's feet against the shower door. All this is set to the soundtrack of Elvis Presley's Suspicious Minds. If I can recall that one scene 20 years later, the director (Jim McBride) and actors must have been doing something right. However, a memorable scene is not the same as a great or even enjoyable movie. If the film was a little bit worse, it would enter the realm of Showgirls - so bad it's good.

The film really boils down to Gere making a spectacle of himself. He and/or McBridge must of thought his fidgeting and singing to himself was evocative of youthful angst and confusion. It was so unsophisticated as to draw attention away from the plot and detract from Gere's performance.

The Woman Chaser starred Patrick Warburton whose voice is to be envied. Deep and full of gravitas but yet able to convey sarcasm, Warburton is known for his roles as Joe on The Family Guy and Puddy on Seinfeld. I was impressed with performance in Scream 3 as the arrogant detective who refers to Dewey (David Arquette's character) as Dew Drop.

The Woman Chaser was Warburton's film immediately before Scream 3. Partly a spoof on a noir conventions and partly a surreal illusion, the film serves as a vehicle for Warburton to shine as the amoral lead character - Richard Hudson, a used car salesman who sleeps with a number of women including his step-sister and a Salvation Army matron. Hudson's passion is to make a film about a trucker who runs over a girl. The scene where Warburton pitches the synopsis is classic. Actually, the film consists of many memorable scenes: Hudson's implied incestuous relationship with his mother including a ballet dance scene and Hudson's repeated manipulation of the Salvation Army woman. The film is presented in beautiful black and white (which was post-processed) and nails the fashion of Los Angeles in the 1960. It reminded me a little of Mad Men in that regard.

By the end, I found the film to be tedious. It would have been better suited as a short film (perhaps 30 to 50 minutes), in my opinion. I've heard of this film for a long time so I was anxious to watch it but my expectations were not met.

Last Embrace, Obsession, Blue Collar and Hardcore were flawed movies from the 1970s. I enjoyed parts of them but couldn't full commit to any of them. John Lithgow was memorable in Obsession and the feverish final embrace between Cliff Robertson and Genevieve Bujold was iconic if not disappointing within the context of the film. Last Embrace featured a small scene with prototypical Christopher Walken before he became famous for being Christopher Walken. Blue Collar was the grittiest of the three and Richard Pryor surprised me by his performance but Harvey Keitel and Yaphet Kotto equal him. I learned quite a bit of Hardcore is all about Calvinism and it's interesting to George C. Scott dressed in loud 1970's shirts but Season Hubley as the prostitute steals the show. The overly obvious references to The Searchers became tiresome.

Terror in a Texas Town and Day of the Outlaw were presented a double feature. Terror in a Texas Town featured Sterling Hayden with a Scandinavian accent and was very similar to High Noon. We are treated to an unusual showdown between a one-armed gunfighter (with two guns on his gunbelt) vs. a whaler with a harpoon! The backstory of the film was more interesting than the film. Nedrick Young, who played the one-armed gunfighter, cowrote the screenplay but didn't receive credit because he had been blacklisted. The prolific Dalton Trumbo also contributed but was fronted in the credit by Ben Perry. Finally, Sterling Hayden famously "named names" but subsequently repudiated his actions and attempted to atone for them.

Day of the Outlaw was less allegorical. Filmed in Wyoming in the winter, it doesn't look like a typical Western. Robert Ryan played a tough cowboy who is on the verge of a showdown with a man he was cuckolding. At the moment they are about to draw their weapons (nicely filmed with a rolling bottle of whiskey), Burl Ives and his gang arrive. Ives was a military man who was involved in a infamous massacre. Now he is the leader of a criminal gang although he imposes military-style discipline to keep his men in check. Ives and his men terrorize the town for the rest of the film although they are unable to bully Robert Ryan.

Terror in a Texas Town and Day of the Outlaw were two of the more enjoyable entries in the series. Strong performances by the leading men are primarily responsible. I always though Sterling Hayden and Robert Ryan resembled each other a bit. Not so much a direct physical similarity but rather their screen personae.

Mirage was an unabashed tribute to Hitchcock with nice performances by Gregory Peck, Walter Matthau and George Kennedy. The Strange One was a Ben Gazzara vehicle. He played a manipulative military academy student who terrorizes his classmates. Having seen this film and Anatomy of a Murder (1959), I wonder what happened to Gazzara between those two roles and Road House (1989).

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Overall, Not Necessarily Noir was hit and miss which isn't different from any film festival. I thought Lavine programmed more misses (perhaps near hits is more accurate) than his previous efforts at the Roxie. Regardless, I am grateful that Lavine has a screen to program. His unearthing of The Strange One and
Something Wild are reasons enough to support his efforts.

For reasons I am not aware of, the Roxie didn't offer festival or series passes for Not Necessarily Noir. I missed five days so I'm not sure if it would have been cost effective to get a pass but the absence of the offering gives me pause.