Maybe the most compelling and fascinating story I've heard on the subject of Area 51, here presented by a documentarian seemingly intent on discrediting it by attaching gratuitious bells and whilstles. When Bob is speaking, I do get the impression that he is saying what he believes, and that his story has remained essentially unchanged for over thirty years is certainly a testament to something. But then Corbell shatters your engrossment with intermittent psychelic interludes featuring CGI UFOs and little…
Not quite top-tier Hill material, but there's certainly something to this lean, southern-fried genre reworking of Seconds that has kept me coming back to it for years. More people should recognise Ry Cooder's bluesy, melancholic score as his best work, too; I think I've listened to it in its entirety about 10,000 times.
Still one of the most utterly indefinable, compellingly frustrating and infinitely intriguing films I've ever seen. And even as someone who is completely detached from religion, I find that The Ninth Configuration has much more to say about theological grappling than all 161 minutes of Scorsese's Silence.
Plus it includes a character who is adapting Shakespeare plays for dogs ("It's a labour of love, but damn it, someone has to do it!").
R.I.P. William Peter Blatty.