The Forgotten: Throttled
David CairnsThere are two, closely related, yet mutually exclusive mysteries, regarding the output of Keystone, Mack Sennett's comedy factory of the silent age. The first mystery assumes that the films
There are two, closely related, yet mutually exclusive mysteries, regarding the output of Keystone, Mack Sennett's comedy factory of the silent age. The first mystery assumes that the films
It was inevitable that Chabrol, "the French Hitchcock," to allow for a moment that utterly inaccurate sobriquet, would at some point tackle the most famous of French murderers, the real-life Bluebeard
"He's a chin." Such was Josef von Sternberg's summation of Clive Brook, delivered when Marlene Dietrich asked what her leading man in Shanghai Express (1932) was like. Since Brook had already given a
"One theory is, it goes back to the days when they were making the calendar. They put in the extra days between the lunar and the solar year, and when they put them in, they felt they were queer sort
Over at Shadowplay, I'm hosting a little blogathon on "late films," but it was coincidence that found me screening a fan-subtitled, from-VHS copy of Les amants de Montparnasse (a.k.a. Montparnasse
The Taming of the Shrew (1929) has a pretty poor reputation, being a late gasp of two silent mega-stars, Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, in the early talkie era. If it's celebrated for anything
In the dying years of the last century, Patrick Keiller was Britain's leading cinematic psychogeographer, mapping the unconscious impulses of the English cityscape in two remarkable feature films, London
Production stills have played a large and peculiar role in my movie-watching life. Seeing a haunting image from some unfamiliar film can set me off into reveries, and make me crave the opportunity to
Pierre Étaix is back! The writer-director-star, a disciple of Tati but very much his own clown, has been released from a kind of purgatory.
Pigeon-holes are terribly useful things, it seems. Film-makers who can't be shoehorned into one or the other have a way of falling down the cracks. Now, that is a pretty awesomely mixed bunch of metaphors
"I really am looking for absolution for all the things I had to do for money's sake." Edgar G. Ulmer said that, to Peter Bogdanovich. Everything about Ulmer's last film, The Cavern (1965), speaks of
Jan Švankmajer seems to have entered that slightly awkward phase of the arthouse auteur's career where he's apt to be underappreciated. The critics have already said all the obvious things about him