The Last House on the Left (1972, Wes Craven) ★★★ [second viewing]
Two teen girls on their way to a rock concert try to score some pot, are invited into the apartment of a group of criminals (3 guys and 1 girl), who abuse the girls and make them do depraved things in various locations.
There are merits here. The in-close, shaky-cam style of shooting combined with a purposely scratchy print gives the film a perverse home movie feel, like you're watching some shocking reel of film you picked out of your neighbor's trash. Also, I guess the movie comments on the post-hippy era and women's liberation, but if it does, those comments aren't terribly deep. Otherwise it's a disturbing and trashy exploitation movie, mostly meant for shock value. And while it succeeds there, let's not go crazy here, either -- it's not exactly a great piece of cinema on any level.
Pickup on South Street (1953, Samuel Fuller) ★★★★½
A subway pickpocket lifts the wallet from some woman's purse, the contents of which were far more important than the crook could've imagined. Everyone wants the pickpocket now -- the cops, the commies and our lady who's wallet was stolen in the first place.
A taut noir crime thriller filled with great acting, smart dialogue and a tense pace with very few dead spots. Unlike some noirs, no one seems cartoonishly tough or clever, everyone is just a bit vulnerable and gets their nose pushed in the dirt before long. The one thing that comes off as badly out of date now is the "better dead than red" sentiment expressed by most of the characters, especially the criminals. However, one aspect that does hold up well into the 21st century is the violence and cynicism, something the film was ironically knocked for by some critics back when it released. The best performance probably comes from "sassy old broad" Thelma Ritter, whom most people would know better as Jimmy Stewart's maid in Rear Window.
The Witches of Eastwick (1987, George Miller) ★★½
Three lonely women in a conservative New England town who's husbands have left them one way or another wish for the perfect man over their usual Thursday night martini get together. He shows up in the form of a smooth talking devil, literally, and seduces the three of them both physically and mentally. Once he starts being cruel to his enemies the women jump ship, but the devil isn't so eager to part ways.
Somewhere down there is a sharp film, unfortunately it's way down there below layers and layers of Hollywood fluff. Part romance, part supernatural horror, part feminist message movie, part a lot of things, really, and succeeds at none of them. Nicholson was born to play the devil and he shouts and spits and smirks something fierce. But the feminism is trite Hollywood puff (ie. women are honest and beautiful like nature while men are base pigs), half the time someone is either levitating or vomiting, and there's really nothing one can take away from the story.
O Dreamland (1953, Lindsay Anderson) ★★★
12 minute experimental short where Anderson (if...., O Lucky Man!) films carnival-goers participating in various games and activities, while some ballroom jazz and a pop ballad loop in the background. Point? None, I don't think. But enjoyably weird and worth the watch once.
Night of the Blood Beast (1958, Bernard L. Kowalski) ★★
Astronaut crash lands back on earth seemingly dead but with a mysterious hole in his arm. Turns out he was impregnated with alien shrimp babies by an unwanted passenger on his mission, who's currently wreaking some mild havoc in and around the NASA base. The ending has one of those "I come in peace!" conundrums much like the one from the earlier and far better The Day the Earth Stood Still. As creaky as they come, but the script actually seemed to have a few smart moments, unfortunately squashed under the weight of wooden acting and dull camera work and sets.
Zabriskie Point (1970, Michelangelo Antonioni) ★★★★
I was mildly enjoying the first half of the film, but it felt a bit flat and dated like some kind of Marxist b-movie. Once the scene shifts to the desert, or really, once Mark steals the airplane, the movie opens up into a gently surreal and idealistic dreamscape which I found myself captivated with. Made all the better by a wonderful soundtrack consisting of Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead and John Fahey having some of their most out there moments. It's a great experience that comes together the more you watch and reflect on it.
I also watched Atom Egoyan's Calendar last night, but was farting around online at the same time and didn't give it the attention it needs. It's entirely incomprehensible that way. I'm giving it another watch now.