More of my HBO Max queue. I absolutely hate that they make me choose my profile every single time. I have one profile, it’s a purple cock-ring that says “Mark” in it, there is zero reason to make me choose a profile every new window! Netflix now lets you choose movie characters for your profile image, so there I’m Hup from Dark Crystal 2019, but they only make me choose my profile if I’ve logged out and back in.
In the old days, I watched 3 movies every night from the video store: One B-movie, one studio flick, one known-good movie (often a rewatch). And that’s kinda what I did here:
- Godzilla Raids Again (1955): On Monster Island, Godzilla is back from the dead (or a second Godzilla!) fighting a 30m-long Ankylosaur “Anguirus” (actual ones were up to 6.25m long), dated at 70-150 MYA (in reality 65-67 MYA), which is certainly better than the first Godzilla’s 2 MYA dates. Dr Yamane returns to show stock footage from the first movie, without sound effects or context, and then he is never seen again (smart, take your paycheck and run from this film). They also get to use some military stock footage to show air & naval search for the kaiju. Boy this is a cheapass movie so far.
The drama of the pilots & radio girls (the pretty one is the boss’s daughter, of course) relationship is maybe a repeat of Ogata & Emiko from the first movie, but it fills the Human interest requirement fine. There’s a prison break story which has fuck-all to do with Godzilla, it’s just B-roll, but serves to screw up the blackout/light lure plan. Oda Motoyoshi was a terrible but prolific waste-of-film director, and in more competent hands the prison story could’ve been given some pathos.
The monster fights are goofy, accelerated footage instead of more properly slowed-down to look like 50m-tall monsters, mostly wrestling instead of the more acrobatic fighting of later Godzillas (admittedly these early suits were heavy). The miniature cities, and historic Osaka Castle(!!!), are clearly empty shells inside, when the original tries to not make that visible, and later ones succeed even more. There’s a flooding subway scene that’s fairly effective, though we don’t see the victims; presumably nobody was willing to risk their lives for Oda’s filmmaking.
The music is not great. Anything dramatic or horrifying in the original has heavy Ifukube Akira music. Here, there’s a little bass line behind the monster scenes, and light “laugh now” or overbearing brass band music in every Human scene.
A little “Human interest” goes a long way in a kaiju movie, but post fight there’s just endless people talking bullshit about romance and business, corporate drinking in a circle worshipping the boss, nothing to do with the plot. Incredibly tedious, and the comic relief pilot is badly written. Please make this end.
They really don’t seem to have watched the first movie. A fire fence is supposed to keep Godzilla in place? It was born from the hydrogen bomb, breathes fire, stomped thru a burning Tokyo. It lives in the deep freezing ocean. There’s no fire or ice solution that’s going to stop it. The bombing runs use a mix of miniatures, stock footage, and rear projection to fake in-aircraft camera shots, and the “miniature” terrain and mattes are bad.
I’m giving this movie way more thought than was put into making it, or has deserved for 65 years. But I’m disappointed.
★★☆☆☆ only because Anguirus is slightly cool, being a completely non-humanoid kaiju.
Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald: I haven’t seen the previous Fantastic Beasts film, which is nowhere to be found, but how much context can a “wizzarding world” flick need? Unfortunately after a pretty good prison break scene with badass Grindelwald (who seems to have the right idea, magical revolution now!), the story switches to whiny, useless “Newt” as protagonist, and then nothing happens forever, and I lost all interest.
The cinematography looks like absolute shit, it’s dark and color-distorted, you can’t see anything, it’s all CGI cartoons and fast cuts over bad actors, almost a parody of modern terrible filmmaking. Maybe there’s plot later, but after 30 minutes of reading my phone while I waited for plot to start, and it didn’t, and I loathe all the “good guys” so far, I gave up.
☆☆☆☆☆ and may Cthulhu have mercy on their souls.
The Player (1992): Haven’t seen this in decades. Goddamn that initial long tracking shot. Tons of movie references, I dunno I’ve ever seen Absolute Beginners, just heard the Bowie song; adding that to my list. The Sheltering Sky I’ve seen and was bored out of my skull by, all of Bertolucci’s films were some mix of fantastic cinematography, pretty girls, dumb assholes, fascists, wandering aimlessly, never intersects a plot, like Last Tango in Paris; he was the original Ridley Scott (right down to the unwatchable but very pretty oriental set piece flicks). I love Fred Ward and he’s good at laconic delivery of both useful and menacing lines, but he doesn’t get to do any violence here, which is a shame. There’s a metric fuck-ton of cameos by Old Hollywood people, before it all went to shit.
“It’s Gods Must be Crazy except the Coke bottle is now a TV actress.” “Exactly, it’s Out of Africa meets Pretty Woman.” made me crack up completely. I can’t stop giggling at these people and their awful pitches.
Oh, I miss movies like this, with writing and characters and cinematography that isn’t just cyan/orange filters. I want everyone involved in that Fantastic Beasts flick to watch this, and then blow their brains out in shame.
“Can we talk about something other than Hollywood for a change? We’re educated people.” … … [laughter]
Griffin Mill (Tim Robbins) is kind of too easy-going to have his job, but he steps up to crazy eventually. Vincent D’Onofrio didn’t have his known career of being a crazy person yet, so his unstable writer act now looks too obvious.
“I would hate to get the wrong person arrested.” “Oh please. This is Pasadena. We do not arrest the wrong person. That’s L.A., see, L.A., they kick your ass, and then they arrest you.” A year after Rodney King.
The first act is great, just a perfect storm of everything coming down on Griffin Mill. Second act develops his guilt and romance, and it’s fine, but a little slow. Third act should be a massive storm of catastrophe, but instead nothing happens. Rich people get to be rich and goof around.
Spoiler screenshot but this is the story they wrote and inserted into the paper: