Thanks to some surgery-induced downtime, I had a chance to catch up on quite a few films from the They Shoot Pictures, Don’t They top 1000 films list.
All posts in 2015
Darling Lili (1970)
Darling Lili is a beautiful film, with some fine aerial shots during the battle scenes, some truly fantastic costuming, plus gorgeous sets and lighting.
Hustle (1975)
To modern eyes, Hustle tries way too hard to be edgy, though it’s all in the service of creating a gritty take on films noir and early police dramas.
Phase IV (1974)
Phase IV is a slow, moody kind of film, with a decidedly trippy early 70s aesthetic and a synth music score that anticipates the indie horror trend just around the corner.
The Bees Number is Canceled: The Beauty and The Deadly Bees
The best moments of The Deadly Bees (1966), the confused and tepid British horror flick, come when Ralph and Mary hurl barbs at each other a la Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, only with less booze and fewer swears.
Murder, My Sweet (1944)
Murder, My Sweet is frequently considered to be second-tier film noir (when it’s not being forgotten entirely), and that’s a shame, as it’s a fine example of the film noir cycle. Influential and entertaining, this psychological thriller is a must-see for classic film fans.
Prick Up Your Ears (1987)
Prick Up Your Ears does well in the details, especially when it comes to the collage that Halliwell covers their tiny apartment walls with, but the film also tends to skim the surface of lives that were fascinating and complicated…
The SBBN Blogiversary and Begging Post
She Blogged By Night celebrates its 8th anniversary today, something that is alternately awesome and horrifying. Thank you to those who have stuck around this long!
The Hunger (1983)
Despite being a mainstream, upscale version of the European erotic horror flicks of the 1970s, Tony Scott’s The Hunger goes to unnecessary lengths to distance its vampires from the creatures already well-established in the public’s consciousness.
The Last American Virgin (1982)
Dismissed by many as just another crass teenage sex romp not-so-secretly marketed to pervs a generation older than the stars on the screen, The Last American Virgin (1982), in truth, doesn’t disabuse anyone of that notion during its first half.