Jerry Aronson’s 1993 documentary on the poet Allen Ginsberg offers a solid if uninspired consideration of one of the most intriguing literary figures of the post-World War II counterculture.
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Jerry Aronson’s 1993 documentary on the poet Allen Ginsberg offers a solid if uninspired consideration of one of the most intriguing literary figures of the post-World War II counterculture.
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In this box set, the re-releases of Italian Western classics by Arrow Video continues with I Want Him Dead, El Puro, Wrath of the Wind, and Four of the Apocalypse in restored versions.
Following an accident that left the husband damaged, a couple goes to a lavish home to regroup and heal. Once there, a portrait mysteriously looking like the husband haunts them.
America has really done John Woo no favors in regards to his film legacy. And despite kind of hitting some gems in the 1990’s, director Woo has accomplished so much more in his heydays. “Silent Night” is proof positive that he needs a renaissance, as it’s about as basic and disappointing an action movie that you can get. I was cautiously optimistic about “Silent Night” as the premise seemed so interesting. An action movie with no dialogue based around a revenge plot akin “John Wick” seemed like a good time. Throwing in Joel Kinnaman was just the icing on the cake.
Can a movie make a conscious effort to be bad and still have the same mystical magical qualities of an unintentionally bad movie? From my own personal experience, the answer to that question tends to be a loud resounding NO. The Sharknado series is a prime example of this. While the films may have their hearts in the right place, and everyone involved is doing their best, you just can’t fake the true spark of mad stupid inspiration. For example, imagine the difference between someone who’s pretending to trip down the stairs and someone actually tripping down the stairs. It doesn’t look the same. It doesn’t feel the same. It certainly doesn’t elicit the same response from an observer. If that’s too intellectual for you, let me put it another way: Trying to make a bad movie on purpose is like trying to take a crap when you don’t have to go. I mean, you’re gonna get a tiny little bit of shit, but it’s not going to be very impressive.
Which brings us to today’s review. A little movie called THE GREASY STRANGLER.
After a few years with an involuntary hiatus (and uh–circumstances wildly beyond our control), this December 31st we’re ringing in the New Year with reviews and articles covering movies and documentaries of the rock and roll variety!
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