Brian Donlevy stan account.
Fourth favorite is a recent watch that I particularly dug.
Mikey has always been Nicky’s personal audience and constant supporter; his one man (boy) cheering squad. He’s been there for all of Nicky’s firsts — riding a bike without training wheels, hitting a home run, landing a fish big enough to keep. And, even when he wasn't there, he was an eager audience to the stories, celebrating the triumphs as enthusiastically as if he'd been in the room: stories of the first kiss, the first robbery, the first fuck. Mikey…
I love this movie beyond measure. I love its chokingly lyrical (and so very Raymond Chandler), inch perfect screenplay. I love its dark humor, and the absurdity of glamorous Phyllis and anxious Walter skulking around a grocery store so aggressively sterile it seems to come from inside the monolith in 2001. I love the long takes, and the way the austerity of Billy Wilder's shooting style contrasts so perfectly with the labyrinthine language and tale it's recording. But, most of…
The directorial debut of Tadeusz Chmielewski, would direct a number of beloved Polish films, Ewa Wants to Sleep is considered to have launched its own variation on the comedy genre. At once silly, satirical, innocent, and frankly surreal, it's an audacious whirlwind, all centered around a good-hearted, fearless young girl (Ewa, played by 17-year-old Barbara Kwiatkowska, aka Barbara Lass, magical in her first film role), someone whose goodness and determination see her safely through the madness whirling around her.
The moment you read in the summary of a Rosalind Russell movie that she has a job, the entire movie plays out in your head: single woman is very good at her job; has no time for love. Said woman meets charming, usually roguish man who, at least once, will lecture her about true womanhood and emotions, she'll probably cry, and they'll get together in the end, as she realizes that all she's wanted all along is love.
The Double relies upon a sexy, moody atmosphere to disguise the fact that not much is going on, and to try to make you not notice that it's wasting its tremendous supporting cast (particularly Silvano Tranquilli and Marilù Tolo) but, when push comes to shove, any movie that portrays Lucia Bosé as life-ruiningly hot and Jean Sorel as a big idiot is ok by me.
Like many of cinema's watchers, Harry Caul insulates himself against the world through the shield of his work. There is no conversation he cannot hear and so, he believes, he cannot be surprised. His skills — both in terms of solving problems and creating the technology necessary to do so — are unsurpassed and so, he believes, he cannot be touched (seen, heard, felt) against his will. His intelligence and instincts are such that, he believes, he can successfully keep…