Wednesday, April 27, 2011

King Tiger vs. up-armored Balrog

It's got tanks. It's got a big monster. It's got Weta Workshop building all that and Gary Kurtz of Star Wars & The Empire Strikes Back fame producing. I think Panzer 88 is one film I definitely want to see. I hope it gets made.

Read a good article here.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Unlikely weekend combination

While visiting friends in the countryside we watched X-Men: The Last Stand for game background and Låt den rätte komma in because everyone wanted to see it.

X3 is pretty uneven, but stays just on this side of watchable. Still, it's hard not to wish that Bryan Singer had stayed on the project. Let the Right One In (its English title), on the other hand, was a real surprise and a real gem. A Swedish vampire movie about two 12-year-old kids sounds like it shouldn't work. Happily, I was proven wrong.

Monday, April 18, 2011

We win, Gracie!

If you're going to make a dumb movie, why not make it gloriously dumb? Armageddon is handicapped by a natural immaturity, and I forgive it. Harry Stamper is the man.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Hitch and Grace

Being the topics of the two film books I bought this week: Alfred Hitchcock: The Complete Films by Paul Duncan (2011) and High Society: The Life of Grace Kelly by Donald Spoto (2009), the latter as a Finnish translation.

The first book is from TASCHEN, so the focus is on images instead of text, but that's fine since I already have quite a few words about the master.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Anybody can type

A Howard Hawks & Cary Grant double bill today with Only Angels Have Wings and Monkey Business. Both are among my favorite directors/actors and both are in great form here. Wings portrays one of Hawks' small groups of professionals doing a difficult job, this time airmail pilots flying a dangerous route over South American mountains. Jean Arthur was great as the female lead; I definitely need to get more of her movies.

Monkey Business has Ginger Rogers, Marilyn Monroe, and funny chimps. I was smiling pretty much all the time. Charles Coburn utters an absolute killer, deadpan line when he and Grant watch punctuation-challenged Monroe sashay (the only word that seems to fit) out of his office. The men look at each other. "Anybody can type."