A well-made sci fi film that incorporates elements of Frankenstein, the Bluebeard legend, and a few film noir tropes in order to ask questions about the nature of consciousness, identity, and gender.
“My corrupt nature is empty of grace, bent unto sin, and only unto sin, and that continually.”
An Irish American mobster-psychopath runs South Boston, robbing and murdering with relative impunity. Based on actual people and events this film features great work from Joel Edgerton and Rory Cochrane, who is virtually unrecognizable as Whitey Bulger’s lieutenant Stephen Flemmi.
Pussy Riot: A Punk Prayer
A sympathetic portrait of these punk-art provocateurs.
Interesting to screen if only because of how truly awful it is. Even Paul Bettany can’t save this predictable, cumbersome kidnapped-family-held-for-ransom-by -crack-team-of-criminals flick.
Pee-Wee’s Big Holiday
We love you Pee-Wee.
A prequel to the 1980s John Carpenter film. I was disturbed by the creature effects, which seem to combine visual elements of Dante’s Inferno, Japanese tentacle porn, and buggy Starship Troopers monsters.
Bunny Lake is Missing
This Otto Preminger film keeps the title of its source material, a pulp novel from the 1950s, though the setting is transposed to London. Lawrence Olivier is simply spot on as the Inspector. Some silly method-y acting by Keir Dullea but overall very entertaining.
The Skin I Live In
Based on Jonquet’s dark, gruesome novel Mygale, Almodovar pulls some of his punches regarding the perils of vaginoplasty but ultimately goes for a liebestod shoot out rather than leaving the Eve/Richard couple intact. I find it frankly amazing that Elena Anaya was in her mid forties when this film was shot. Also, Antonio looks pretty good.