Karl Heinz Martin's Von Morgens Bis Mitternacht (From Morn to Midnight, 1920) comes on like a parody of a German Expressionist classic, so archetypal are its distorted, hand-painted sets and
The eighties could be looked upon as the era in which Hollywood composers did their best to murder cinema. Perhaps the preponderance of soundtracks assembled, Frankenstein-fashion, from fragments of
"Fantômas." "What did you say?" "I said: Fantômas." "And what does that mean?" "Nothing. . . . Everything!" "But what is it?" "Nobody. . . . And yet, yes, it is somebody!" "And
Pál Fejös, filmmaker and ethnographer. In Marie, légende hongroise (Marie, A Hungarian Legend, 1933), he gets to combine the two disciplines, at least somewhat, with a movie which
The Woman with a Hundred Heads (1968) is a twenty-minute short directed by Eric Duvivier, nephew of the more famous Julien. It's based, closely, on one of Max Ernst's books, a surrealist text joined
"Greg La Cava is, to my mind, the No. 1 director of these great and grand and glorious United States of ours. I have many friends, Directors, and I hate to have to expose my hand like this." —
"Meretricious agents of the Kaiser were stationed at such places as Marble Arch and Hyde Park Corner. In this black book of sin details were given of the unnatural
The starburst filter, exploding reality into glistening flares and halations...the clink of brandy glasses before an open fire, or the shimmer of a Los Angeles swimming pool...the device has an aura
Play Dirty (1969) is a nakedly opportunistic cash-in on Robert Aldrich's The Dirty Dozen (1967), produced by James Bond bankroller Harry Saltzman, but somewhere something went wrong and some actual
Oddly, when Frank Borzage's oeuvre, most of it long unavailable on home video, started to creep out on DVD, much of what appeared was lesser works from late in his career: no Moonrise, but instead China
Above: Conrad Veidt as Cesare... again. The Borgias, those incestuous, murderous schemers of the Italian Renaissance, are set to return to screens in a series starring Jeremy Irons. Which prompts the
Raymond Griffith, silent comedian, has fallen into such neglect as to be virtually erased from screen history, it seems. None of his comedy appears to be available on any commercial format, nor ever