Blow Up (1966) vs. Blow Out (1981)

I look forward to August in Vancouver not only for the welcome heat and sunshine but mostly because August means Film Noir at the Pacific Cinémathèque Pacifique, a local non-profit film institute known as The Cinematheque. There’s nothing quite like spending hot summer nights inside the cool and shady world of corruption, cynicism, and murder. Read More…

Intermission: Nashville (2012–)

There have been far too many Intermissions happening on this site lately. I know this, and promise more regularly scheduled movie review postings in the future. Not to get too detailed, but last month was a trifle busy—exiting my last job, VACATION taking, and beginning my new job. In the midst of all that change and planning, I found that I couldn’t make myself concentrate enough to watch movie-length features. Okay, so I maybe watched the first forty minutes of Step Up, but I didn’t finish it! Read More…

The Outsiders (1983)

Is the movie version ever better than the book it’s based on? Hard to compete with your imagination. I like to think of each as their own specimen of craft and let the chips fall where they may. My way of watching movies is usually accompanied by a high tolerance for unrealistic story lines and a large dose of suspension of belief, something, I admit, I don’t do with quite the equal amount of rigour when reading. If I deem a book ‘bad’ then I don’t finish it, or I speed read through the drivel to find out that yes, I was right, it was not a ‘good’ book. With movies I seem to embrace the badness. To a point anyway. I mean, I stopped watching Steven Seagal movies YEARS ago. Read More…

Intermission

 

Growing up as a t.v. kid in the ’80s and ’90s meant that God-movies were shown during Christian holidays. Because I had satellite television, I could watch commercial-free, four-hour Bible movies. It was an exciting time. Read More…

Assassins (1995)

Okay, two things first:

  • If Sylvester Stallone is in a movie, I’m going to watch it. I know, I know! He hasn’t made a half-way decent movie since 1997’s Cop Land, but I cannot resist. I think I hope that with each new movie he makes he’ll re-capture the brilliance of a tortured John Rambo, or the pathos of Rocky Balboa. Look, I know this is impossible, and yet, I dream.
  • It wasn’t until half-way through the, MY GOD 132 MINUTES, of Assassins that I realized I wasn’t watching The Specialist. Where’s Sharon Stone? Oh.

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“Agatha Christie’s Poirot” The ABC Murders (1992)

"No Monsieur, I'm better than the police."

“No Monsieur, I’m better than the police.”

Last week I re-watched The ABC Murders. Not that I needed an excuse to re-watch an episode of Poirot, but I was motivated by an article in my Agatha Christie newsletter that stated that David Suchet (Hercule Poirot actor extraordinaire) chose that novel as his pick for the World’s Favourite Christie. Yes, I voluntarily signed up to receive an Agatha Christie e-newsletter. Read More…

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