by ·Comments Off on Chinese Roulette (1976, Rainer Fassbinder)

Mom (Petra von Kant) and Dad (Alex Allerson of all the ’76 Fassbinders) are leaving town on separate business trips, leaving their daughter with the mute nurse (Godard’s Married Woman). But all three adults are having secret affairs, and head to the same country house, where they try to play it off and have a good time together since they’re all equally busted. Dad is with hottie Anna Karina, mom is with dad’s employee Bruno, the nanny is with blonde Volker Spengler (fly guy of Satan’s Brew).

This is too many major actors in one place, and the daughter can’t hold her own, also is weirdly dubbed, but she gets to dance on her crutches to Kraftwerk’s “Radioactivity.” Of course the adults end up playing mind games, and the vibes turn very sour during the titular Q&A guessing game, then Mom shoots the Mute Nurse, kind of a bum ending.

honi soit qui mal y pense:

by ·Comments Off on Satan’s Brew (1976, Rainer Fassbinder)

Good manic pervert movie, like a euro-arthouse John Waters, with rapid banter and exclusively eccentric characters. I’ve seen Kurt Raab in four other Fassbinder movies, always in minor roles. Here he’s the lead, a broke poet, having become violent and desperate with writer’s block. His put-upon wife and shut-in brother (a fly-plucker whom Kurt once calls a guter junge, hmmm) are supportive, but he finds a devoted fan of his work in Petra von Kant. Illness, murder and fake murder all follow, as Raab starts plagiarizing a famous poet and acting as if possessed by that poet, until pulled back to earth by his mess of a family.

A writer contemplates his work:

Kurt’s parents are… pleased? to see him:

A writer attempts to channel a better writer:

by ·Comments Off on Soldier of Orange (1977, Paul Verhoeven)

Good twisty wartime spy story from Paul “subtlety is for cowards” Verhoeven. Not one of his best movies – too plotty and obvious – but clearly crucial to his whole deal (it wouldn’t be his last film about resistance fighters betraying their own people for profit).

Rutger and his college buds bond over his hazing experience by entering WWII (“a spot of war would be quite exciting”), ending up on different sides, then bumping into (and/or killing) each other. Guus (4th Man star Jeroen Krabbé) becomes a bigwig friend of the Queen, sleeping with her secretary Susan (of psychic horror Patrick), while Robbie becomes a Gestapo collaborator to save his skin. Guus and Rutger team up in England, running missions back into the Netherlands. Only Rutger and his friend Paul from Turks Fruit survive (no definite word on the cockatoo).

Pre-war college dickheads:

Post-war, a dickhead in an outhouse is about to eat this grenade:

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Feest! (1963)

Since I’m watching early Verhoeven movies, I dug up this short. Slick b/w little near-drama about a schoolboy who likes a girl. After days of glances and whispers, they hang out at the school dance, dancing occasionally but with nothing really to say to each other. Meanwhile up in the tower the older boys are playing a blindfolded couples kissing game, our couple plays along but she’s not into it, slaps him and runs off. The movie’s highlight: a boring assembly speaker is named Albert Vogler.

by ·Comments Off on Spiritual Kung Fu (1978, Lo Wei)

Despite seemingly an hour of runtime spent goofing around with ghosts, and the last hour of the movie being exhausting nonstop fights, this movie finds time for a surprising amount of plot twists.

Jackie Chan is a kung fu monastery flunky as usual, when their most powerful secret book of killer moves is stolen and handed off to murderous enemy James Tien. Now James is unstoppable, as the only moves that can counter him are written in a long-lost book, which Jackie easily discovers while pissing on some ghosts. The ghosts torment everyone for a while, then help Jackie defeat a cute girl.

But while he is screwing around the cute girl’s father gets murdered by assassin spies. The Blind Monk knows something fishy is going on, and that’s because their own head monk Li Tong-Chun has been deep undercover for decades, plotting to capitulate the whole kung fu school to his secret son James Tien. Unfortunately for their dastardly plan, prankster ghosts have been training their flunky in the secret counter-moves, and Jackie comes tearing out of the building, able to take on eighteen pole fighters at a time and still have the energy to whup the two killers.

Good angle:

by ·Comments Off on Turks Fruit (1973, Paul Verhoeven)

Rutger is an impulsive dickhead artist, until he meets redheaded Olga while hitchhiking and they get the amour fou. He does not murder her – that was a fantasy scene to set a sour doomed tone early on, but she does crash the car while he’s being reckless, my second one of those in consecutive weeks.

Rutger with a different girl and Jane Fonda:

The couple with his friend Paul (Dolf de Vries, whose name was stolen for Black Book):

No normal scenes in this movie, there’s something intense or extreme in every one. Feature debut of both leads (who would reunite in Verhoeven’s Katie Tippel) and a bold statement of perversity from the new-ish director.

Our lovers get married, as the movie flits between body horror and sex comedy. Two years after the hitchhiking incident she leaves him when he’s horrible at a restaurant, vomiting on everyone, and the movie loops back to the beginning. Rutger has acted unforgivably to everyone he’s met for years, but he also helps an injured seagull one time, so we’ll call it even. They both clean themselves up, Rutger in particular becoming more civilized than ever, but she’s acting erratic, dying from a brain tumor.

by ·Comments Off on The Last Waltz (1978, Martin Scorsese)

Is it coincidence, or was it planned,
that you can sing the words to Silkworm’s “Slow Hands”
to the tune of “The Weight” by The Band

Went out in a thunderstorm and watched the movie by the band The Band. People who know the setlist take their bathroom break during Neil Diamond, but I’d argue if you can wait until Paul Butterfield is jamming on harmonica, he is even less essential. Dylan has finally gone the correct amount of electric (Very Electric) and sounds good. Joni Mitchell also comes off well as a rocker. The Staple Singers jumpscare “The Weight,” after the band plays the whole first verse and chorus without the cameras revealing anyone else is onstage then Mavis blasts into verse two. The cocaine isn’t even the worst part of Neil Young’s appearance – he looks like shit overall, but he has never sounded better. Only one Mekons cover (“Makes No Difference”). I’m annoyed to have finally found a Dylan movie that Joan Baez isn’t in, but Emmylou Harris makes up for it. I knew two thirds of the guests by face/voice, but the whole time Van Morrison was on I thought of him as The White James Brown. Good show – I can see why people come out declaring it The Greatest Rock & Roll Movie Ever Made, or at least why someone would want to put together a Levon Helm tribute night at the Hideout.

by ·Comments Off on The Jerk (1979, Carl Reiner)

Steve Martin, grey-haired at 33, is raised by a Black family in Mississippi (mom from Ganja & Hess, dad from Across 110th Street) until one day he hears white music on the radio and goes to St. Louis to find its source. He gets hired by Jackie Mason at a gas station until madman M. Emmet of Blood Simple chases him into a traveling circus, where he’s taken home by the daredevil (Catlin Adams, later a director who discovered Ben Affleck). He meets cornet player Bernadette Peters and they move out west, getting rich off his glasses invention until sued by crosseyed Carl Reiner. Homeless, he tells his story to the movie camera, then is immediately reunited with his family.

Not a rapid-fire gag machine, but a few of the jokes are extremely good, including a couple of extended Martin routines: one about the precise math of “days feel longer when we’re together,” and one mopily collecting objects from the house after losing his fortune, leading to the poster image. Steve and Bernadette are cute together, and would costar in the even better Pennies From Heaven. The director of Car Wash made a Martin-less sequel to this, which nobody has ever watched.

by ·Comments Off on The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976, Clint Eastwood)

Clint was just innocently farming when some assholes come along, steal his wife, murder his kid and burn down his house. Cue a training montage! The assholes are a murderous rogue group in the union army, so Clint joins the confederates. Cue a war montage! The last of the confederates surrender when the war is over, and while pledging their loyalty to the revived union they’re all gunned down. Clint sees this, chain-guns 100 unioners, and goes on the run.

“After I get to likin’ someone they ain’t around long.” A dumb blunt movie, Clint now wandering the earth, gathering traveling companions (wide-eyed Sandra Locke, doomed kid, The Chief), tending to arrive at some conflict or another just in time to dispense cold justice. Clint’s fifth movie as director, and the earliest I’ve seen by a decade. Confed troop leader Fletcher (Killer Klowns From Outer Space) is allowed to live, Evil Unioner Terrill (Deliverance rapist typecast as a violent hillbilly) killed on his own sword.

by ·Comments Off on Three 1976 Shorts with Unpromising Titles

Table (Ernie Gehr)

Flicker film of a table setting, with a teapot and some cups and saucers, maybe some scissors back there. A shot from one angle in red light, another shot slightly offset in blue light, a third in white, giving the impression of a 3D movie gone haywire in editing, or a preview of late-period Ken Jacobs. Watched this as the director intended (a video copy at home, which was seemingly rephotographed off a film projection, while listening to Makaya McCraven in the headphones).

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Window (Stan Brakhage)

Stan aims his camera at/through a window for ten minutes. Unfortunately for the haters, this is incredible, because Stan is able to aim his camera at/through objects until they reveal their spirits inside.

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Leisure (Bruce Petty)

“Everybody expressing themselves simultaneously was causing tension and blood pressure… work had been planned for, and leisure had not.” See, this is why I sketch out the month’s moviewatching in advance, to lower the blood pressure. “Plans were laid to get fitness into offices, design into chairs.” Very jumbled and busy, by design. Pencil sketches meets cutup animation, the narrator sounding like he’s advertising to us.