Showing posts with label kills less brain cells than Sight and Sound's list. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kills less brain cells than Sight and Sound's list. Show all posts

Thursday, November 16, 2023

The Art of Watching Without Watching

There are a multitude of reasons why Sight and Sound's The Greatest Films of All Time list sucked harder than the cabin pressure in Auric Goldfinger's plane. Accepting nominations made by a film critic who hadn't even watched Enter the Dragon (1973) until its fiftieth anniversary, and taking them remotely seriously, has got to be a major one.

Your host wouldn't have Enter the Dragon on his list either, but is still a fan regardless; copping an uncut bootleg during the BBFC regime era, and even owning the classic OST by Lalo Schifrin. The question is: how could any professional film critic have a movie blindspot as massive as the one that's associated with turning Bruce Lee into a global superstar and still be respected?

This example really does give validity to Paul Schrader's claims in an IndieWire interview that the poll was rigged by "not actual film critics", regardless of it coming off like unapologetic film snobbery. Additionally, in that very same piece, he loosely blamed the current state of film criticism on Quentin Tarantino's attitude and opinions being constantly regurgitated by the masses. As much as I enjoy QT's thoughts on film rather than his own recent material, he did piss off Shannon Lee, Bruce's daughter, and ended up doubling down on his negative portrayal of the martial arts legend in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019). Might not be on a critic's payroll, but even I know that indulgent, meandering mess was greatly inferior to Enter the Dragon. Shame on any film critic thinking otherwise.

Thursday, March 16, 2023

Castles Made of Sang

Acanthus - Le Frisson des Vampires
Les Frisson des Vampires soundtrack, 1971
 
 
Doubt Les Frisson des Vampire AKA The Shiver of the Vampires would make it in my personal Top Five films by fantastique director Jean Rollin, but I do know it's blessed with an incredible soundtrack that I sadly still don't own a physical copy of due to it being OOP and selling for stupid prices.

Les Frisson des Vampire OST is comprised of some very short and sweet acid folk and trippy sound effects which provide Rollin's film with one of the most haunting soundscapes from that period. Highlights include Isolde, Sleeping Beauty (Samba des Vampires), Flightless Bird, Envol Vers la Folie and of course the title track, Le Frisson des Vampires.

The band Acanthus was an alias to the Gallic, teen, psycherock group Unity. During their very short time together, they only released two singles; their final effort O Wa Nou Me Nou Ma, featured a fitting homage to guitar god Jimi Hendrix for its B-side song. Not sure if Rollin gave them the soundtrack gig on these tunes alone, but I am thankful his film led me to their head-nodding, fleur power number, regardless.

Unity - Jimi (En Hommage A Jimi Hendrix)
O Wa Nou Me Nou Ma single B-side, 1970 
 

Dada Debaser Bonus:
There must have been something in the Perrier in 1971, since the Belgian erotic vampire film Daughters of Darkness* was also blessed with a magnifique soundtrack by the French composer, François de Roubaix. Sample heaven ever since.
 
François de Roubaix - Amour sur les Rails
Daughters of Darkness soundtrack, 1971
 

* Daughters of Darkness happens to be a film with Delphine Seyrig in it where I'm not instantly repelled by anyone hailing it as a classic film, unlike the overrated shite that is Last Year at Marienbad (1961), or Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (1975); a film that I refuse to waste three hours of my life while she cotches in a kitchen.

Friday, December 2, 2022

Juvenile Hell: Part 4

Girl Gang (Robert C. Dertano, 1954)

Tooting on the old devil's lettuce has long been associated as the gateway to hard drugs, and in the case of Robert C. Dertano's Girl Gang (1954), it supports this sentiment to the fullest. Like many exploitation films from the fifties, Girl Gang purports to serve as a cautionary moral tale, but its true purpose is to titilate and sensationalise. The film follows the three basic fundamentals of vintage juvenile delinquency films: sex, drugs and rock & roll (that's four, innit?).

Girl Gang's selling point is in its title, which is about as faithful as its sincerity in social commentary. The film chiefly focuses on Joe the Big Boss, played by Timothy Farrell; a drug peddler who turns young teens into drug addicted slaves, with them resorting to crime inorder to fund their next fix. June and Jack appear as junkie lieutenants in Joe's criminal empire. They're versitile figures: from floggin' stolen cars, blackmail scams, to recruiting new blood, they help create drug addled slaves while being addicts themselves. There's also Doc Bradford, played by Buster Keaton's younger brother Harry; a struck-off doctor who oddly appears ashamed of his actions at times, yet that still doesn't stop him from being a sleazy lowlife and taking advantage of the girls.

Of course, being an unrealistic film, the things young jezebels would do for some wacky baccy is hilarious to see on screen. Any route causes for drug addiction such as poverty, trauma or mental disorder, are wholly ignored and simply conveyed by our juvenile junkies being nothing but complete morons. Take youngsters Wanda and Bill embarking on their first steps into becoming chronic weed heads, by getting caned on Joe's flea ridden sofa and press ganged into a petrol station robbery (it's always a petrol station); on a Sunday, of all days. Requiem for a Dream this ain't, but it's these unrealistic examples of youngsters being led astray which makes Girl Gang so much fun and charming. However, what Girl Gang does offer are surprisingly graphic instances of heroin use, which must have struck audiences back then as very transgressive.

Stand out scenes include a the dingy, shindig, where the teens are caned and a Jerry Lee Lewis wannabe is hammering on the piano in some dank looking garage. Hilariously, they start bustin' moves until they're  knackered and want to spark up again. A couple of them wind-up making out on some old piss-stained looking mattress; how ghetto is that? One of the girls forces one poor sod to a back room so she can get "initiated". Once in the room, an occupied light starts flashing.

As one would expect with most films involving a robbery, the heist doesn't exactly go smoothly, and our poor ruffians become fatal casualties in Joe's bumbling endeavour. The final moments of the film consist of a hilarious chase sequence where two armed cops shoot a fleeing and completely unarmed Doc Bradford in the back. Oddly reminiscent of Gene Hackman's shot in The French Connection (1971), but with a fraction of the budget and none of William Friedkin's expert direction.

Seen a few of Dertano's films and other than some recurring cast members (e.g. Farrell and Keaton), they tend to follow a familiar template: the awkward ogling over women scenes; a seedy boss pulling the strings from his den; the inevitable double-cross, a heist that goes wrong, and a righteous monologue via an authoritarian / elder to justify its intentions. These are far from honest social commentaries, but then again, neither are some of today's offerrings like Bodies, Bodies, Bodies (2022), which portrays today's youths in a similarly pathetic and dishonest manner as of those from seventy years ago, but all the more insufferably annoying due to social media culture. Girl Gang is a favourite for being Dertano's most enjoyable film watched so far in his catalogue, which marks this as another notable entry in the canon of juvenile delinquency movies.