Appaloosa (2008) ***
Growing up my least favorite genre was the western. They were all the same to me. I enjoyed Sergio Leone’s Fistful of Dollars trilogy starring Clint Eastwood, and I also liked Unforgiven… starring Clint Eastwood… but for the most part I would rather watch any other kind of movie than a western. The funny thing is that now in 2008 I still feel the same way. I mean, I’m never exactly excited to sit down for a western. Yet I find myself liking almost every western I see. In the last couple years I’ve seen The Searchers and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, two pieces of superb entertainment that are nothing less than masterpieces. (One of these days I will trek through all the John Ford films.) And then in the last few years we’ve gotten (more…)
In May of 2007, I moved out of my apartment in Culver City immediately following college graduation and moved into a house in the San Fernando Valley with three roommates. The house was everything I could hope for. However, about two weeks after moving into the new house, a group of workers arrived at the empty lot next door and started working on the foundation of a new two-story house. Every weekday morning during that summer, my roommates and I would be awoken at 7 or 8am by those loud workers, banging, clanging, shouting in their foreign voices, and blasting their annoying radio music to their hearts’ content. Cut to November 2008. We’re still at the house. The lot next door has been quieter as of late, but the house is still not finished. There’s still noise. There’s still calamity. Eighteen months later. So let’s just say I understood what characters Chris Mattson (Patrick Wilson) and Kerry Washington (Lisa Mattson) were going through in Neil LaBute’s new movie Lakeview Terrace, which presents a couple moving into a new home in the suburbs
Last year Joel and Ethan Coen returned after a nearly four year absence from the screen following two underwhelming films (Intolerable Cruelty and The Ladykillers) with the Oscar-winning No Country for Old Men. This career-best film from the duo wasn’t flawless, but it had so much power and such commanding dramatic scenes that it made us all re-think the capabilities of these enormously talented filmmakers. And now, less than a year later, a new film of theirs has already come and gone from theatres, the frantic dark comedy Burn After Reading. Kudos to these guys for following up the somber No Country for Old Men with a very funny (if somewhat trite) piece of entertainment that gathers old friends (Frances McDormand, George Clooney) with new faces (Brad Pitt, John Malkovich). Opening with an uncomfortable and hilarious scene involving
Throughout the 1950s and particularly the 1960s there was a renaissance of big epic musicals, many of which went on to win Academy Award nominations or even the big prize of Best Picture themselves. While a handful of 60s Disney musicals have managed to take hold of my imagination, most notably Mary Poppins, a few big titles have somehow passed me by, including My Fair Lady, The Sound of Music, and, thankfully (so I hear), the original Doctor Dolittle. One that I also hadn’t seen that I was really looking forward to finally taking a look at was West Wide Story, starring Natalie Wood, and despite a little bit of slowness and repetition here and there, I enjoyed it immensely. The film cheats a little bit in the end with an ending that’s a little bit more Hollywood happy ending than William Shakespeare’s tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, but such a finale was to be expected. Robert Wise, who would next go on to direct a completely different kind of movie in The Haunting (!), blows through this material like a musical master, staging one ingenious number after another 


To watch a movie with James Stewart is to spend time with an old friend. He has the warmest voice and personality to have possibly ever appeared on the silver screen. In looking at his impressive filmography, I was surprised to see I haven’t seen too many of his films. Of the major ones he did over his entire career, I’ve seen Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, The Philadelphia Story, It’s a Wonderful Life, Harvey, and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, plus, of course, the four films he did for Alfred Hitchcock. If he had been in half the classics he was in, he’d be considered a legendary star today. The fact that he’s in all these movies is astounding. And there’s another great one to add to the list. Anatomy of a Murder is famous for having the longest trial ever played out on film. At nearly three hours at length, this is not a brief picture by any means. It’s a very good film, although watching it so soon after the brilliance of 12 Angry Men brought it down in quality for me a little. I just wasn’t as compelled with the case as much in this film, dealing with a rape and a murder. But the good pacing and terrific performance by Stewart keep things moving 
I’m just now beginning to look at the astonishing career of the late Paul Newman, but there’s no need to see a lot to know we have just recently lost one of the greats. I’ve taken a look at Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and the Hustler recently, and I have previously seen Cool Hand Luke, The Sting, and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid among a few others. His striking good looks and mesmerizing screen presence makes for one memorable performance after another (my favorite being his terrific work in The Hustler, so far). His break-out role in this stage adaptation, co-starring the lovelier than ever Elizabeth Taylor, showcases his great talent immediately, and he by far has the most interesting role, playing a guy who’s a mere shell of the ambitious football player of old who had his whole life ahead of him. Taylor, who is one of the few actors of this time period whom we really got to see grow up on screen (starting with National Velvet in 1944 and continuing into the 50s and 60s), is really great in this too, especially considering she was going through a loss at the time (one of those husbands of hers died during production). While I didn’t find this adaptation of a Tennessee Williams play to be nearly as memorable or incendiary as the 1951 film production of A Streetcar Named Desire