FAVORITE FILMS are my favorite viewings of last year.
There's an early scene in Knock Off where Jean-Claude Van Damme is on a rooftop in Hong Kong and he finds out that his best friend Rob Schneider is in the CIA and then Rob Schneider's CIA boss pops in from out of nowhere and it's Paul Sorvino and my brain broke.
I read the novel over the course of a day and then jumped right into the film. It's the first time I've done something like this and it was a cool exercise. Being familiar with how clinical Michael Hanake's style is, it was no surprise that this is a very literal and straightforward interpretation. Kafka's book is so fucking punishing because you're subjected to drone after drone of over-explanatory bureaucratic nonsense. This even extends to characters conversing about subjects beyond…
Tender Mercies feels like an 8 hour movie reduced to its most poetic moments. There are worlds and events and lives surrounding it, but we're living on the fringe of it all. That's not to say there aren't pivotal dramatic events, but there's something about the expanse of sky, whistling wind, and passing cars that gives everything an ethereal feel. It's practically dreamlike. It reminds me of No Country for Old Men in many ways. Not just the land of…
The phrase "you could never make this movie today" does not even begin to encapsulate the enormity of The Train. You could never make this movie in 1964.
Burt Lancaster walks across the train yard from the switch tower to his houseboat. The movie does not demand a flawlessly orchestrated background of shifting artillery vessels, marching soldiers, construction crews, smoke, and sparks. Anyone in their right mind would say, "Hey, can we not? Let's just have him entering the houseboat."…