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This program is described as being in the science fiction or thriller genre. Other people told me it was like a contemporary version of the twilight zone. None of these descriptions is remotely like what was presented in the first episode of the series. This episode is a twisted piece of filth that degrades the many British actors who lowered themselves to take part in it. It wasn't even much of a mystery, since there is a very clear spoiler early in the episode that gives away the name of the perpetrator. Don't waste your time. I will not be watching any more of this series. I wonder if this was written before or after the famous story about Prime Minister David Cameron and the pig.
Everyone is already aware that the show runners have brazenly departed
from Chesterton's original vision of Father Brown. This episode shows
that they have now gone completely off the rails.
First, we are expected to believe that a poor man from Haiti can somehow travel to England, obtain a car, and track down his girlfriend. Second, we are expected to believe that a Catholic priest in the 1950s would be accepting of voodoo religion going on in his own house. Third, that the same priest would sleep in the same bedroom with his housekeeper.
The people who run the show don't seem to have any clue as to the morals and practices of people before their own generation. It is a shame that they have so utterly destroyed one of the icons of 20th century English literature.
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This is a strange mixture of the SF "mad scientist" trope with a serial
killer story. Dr. Cordell is trying to find an antidote for nerve gas,
but ends up creating a new gas that permeates his protective mask. Will
he turn into a monster? Grow to be 50 feet tall? No - the only result
is that he goes nuts when he hears bells ring. The first victim is his
landlady's parakeet, and the trouble escalates from there.
We're left for awhile wondering how a mysterious gas can cause "tintinnabulophobia," but then the resident doctor takes it to the ridiculous limit with his explanation: the gas could alter the chemistry of a man's brain. So if, perhaps, when he was a child, he was tormented by an older sibling using a toy bell, the change in chemistry coupled with the "trigger" sound of a bell causes these old memories to come flooding back, followed by homicidal rage. I kid you not. Tortured by a toy bell.
This is one of prolific THRILLER contributor Donald Sanford's only original scripts, and it's a mish-mash of clichés from a variety of genres. Robert Vaughn handles his Jekyll/Hyde role well, and there's a lovely twisted tribute to VERTIGO at the end. But the highlight for us baby boomers is the opportunity to watch Napoleon Solo murder "That Girl," Marlo Thomas.
I saw this film in first release back in 1987 and thought it was pretty
awful. The main problem (and many critics agreed with me) was that Mel
was several years too late for this film to be a good topical spoof. It
came out four years after the third STAR WARS movie, after dozens of
other spoofs had been made on TV.
So here in 2016 in the wake of STAR WARS reboot fever, I thought I'd revisit the film on Blu-Ray to see if I had misjudged it. No, it was still just as awful as the first time. The casting is terrible (who would hire George Wyner and Dick Van Patten as main characters?), the jokes are grade-school level, the timing and direction are almost always off, and there is a sense of desperation to get a laugh. (As Roger Ebert pointed out, Brooks keeps repeating the lame line "May the Schwartz be with you" as if eventually it will become funny.)
Rick Moranis and John Candy, who were riding the crest of SCTV popularity at the time, are completely wasted, except for Rick's improvised play-with-dolls scene. There are a few good laughs - about one every fifteen minutes - especially the closer when John Hurt paid Mel back for producing ELEPHANT MAN by reprising his ALIEN performance.
I have a rule of thumb about Mel Brooks movies: they are funny in inverse proportion to the amount of time that Mel is on screen. In SPACEBALLS he gives himself TWO roles which is twice too much Mel.
I suppose a group of fifth-grade boy scouts on a field trip might enjoy watching a film like this, but it feels like a bunch of second-rate TV skits glued together. Mel began to slide after "Young Frankenstein" and this film was fairly far down the slide.
I'm a classically-trained pianist and composer, so behind-the-scenes
movies like this have a lot of appeal for me. I respect the piano
technicians, such as the film's protagonist Stephan Knüpfer, who know
how to coax the right sound from an amazingly complicated instrument.
This documentary is a tribute to his skill, and especially his
patience, as he deals with pianist Pierre-Laurent Aimard, an
ultra-demanding control freak who will just about drive you insane as
Aimard's attempts to get Knüpfer to recreate the many piano tones he has in his head forms the main plot thread of this documentary. In between grueling sessions of watching Aimard complain about the shape of a particular note's tone, the documentarians have inserted scenic pictures of Vienna, and clips of other, less annoying pianists, including two comedians who provide much-needed relief for the Aimard-induced tension.
There are some lovely shots of the interior mechanism of the piano, as well as behind-the-scenes looks at Vienna's concert hall. But overall, I found this film tedious due to Aimard's perfectionistic attitude. Would anyone else put up with it? Knüpfer seems to relish it somehow, because it presents him with a technical challenge. The film rambles on, cutting back and forth to the main story for no apparent reason, and be warned: 90% of it is in German with subtitles.
Definitely for the piano lover only.
Who would go to see a film called "Armored Car Robbery"? It sounds like a documentary, or maybe a how-to flick for yeggs. A zippier title would have been more fitting for this taut little noir film, in which intrepid cops (using all that hi-tech early 50s gadgetry) track down a gang of crooks who pull a clever heist right outside a crowded athletic stadium. This is a very early effort for Richard Fleischer, who would later direct box office hits such as SOYLENT GREEN and THE BOSTON STRANGLER. The story moves along at an unflagging pace, with William Talman keeping our attention as the slightly unhinged brains of the gang. It's a great post- war period piece, and deserves to be aired more often.
I knew I was going to like this movie when a 25-year-old Stan Freberg
walked onto the screen in an early scene, playing an employee at an ad
agency. In fact, I would have given this movie a good rating just on
the basis of all the TV icons in the cast: Fred MacMurray, Jesse White,
Natalie Schafer, and in tiny cameos John Banner and Hugh Beaumont. And
speaking of cameos, how about Clark Gable, Elizabeth Taylor, and Esther
Williams? Yes, they're here too.
This comedy is WAY above "B" picture level, with a snappy script by the team of Frank and Panama, who earned their comedy medals writing for Hope/Crosby and Danny Kaye. Howard Keel does a fine job in his dual role, while Fred and Dorothy try to please a cantankerous sponsor and keep their phony cowboy happy at the same time. There are plenty of laughs, and some plot twists to keep you wondering how it's all going to work out in the end. If you watched TV in the 1950s, you'll especially enjoy this gentle satire of the entertainment and advertising industries of the time.
I was a high school sophomore when this movie came out. It was one of
the iconic movies of the period, but I managed to miss it until 2013
when I caught it on cable TV. All I knew about its content was what I
learned from the Paul Simon SNL parody "Billy Paul" which ran a few
years after the film's release. I had the impression that it was a sort
of violent revenge film along the lines of "Death Wish."
Instead, it's a 2-hour reminder of how truly awful the hippie era was, full of pretension, naiveté, new-ageism, and horrid folk songs that make you want to pull a Belushi with the guitar player. The plot itself takes about 60 minutes to unravel; the rest is filler, featuring "music" or improvised comedy by the 60s troupe "The Committee" (including Howard Hesseman under a stage name). The clichés flow freely, and the characters are all cardboard cutouts, but at least things are livened up by a few good fight scenes featuring the "pacifist" Billy Jack. It's the kind of movie you'd expect when a husband/wife team writes a script, then give themselves the starring roles and the director's chair. With any luck, this film will cure any nostalgia you may still have for the late 60s/early 70s.
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The essential content of this dreary mini-series could have been shown
in 90 minutes, and even then might not have been worth the time. There
were several occasions in the first few episodes when I almost gave up,
but I figured that at some point, the filmmakers would have to get on
target and actually deal with the plot. But no...after seven hours it
all turned out to be a waste of time. What was billed as a "mystery" is
little more than a perverse soap opera, filled with incest, child
abuse, rape, murder, and an inordinate amount of bad language. There
are loads of useless plot elements (such as the odd commune of women
led by Holly Hunter) which end up having no meaning whatsoever, yet
there are MAJOR plot elements which are either not wrapped up at all,
or given short shrift in a breathless finale. The writers' only way to
maintain interest is to have characters peel off their clothes,
including quite a few who should NEVER be seen naked in public. (I
guess I should have anticipated this, considering Campion's horrible
1993 monstrosity THE PIANO.) Don't believe the hype. You will want to
flagellate yourself (as, incidentally, one of the characters does on
more than one occasion) when you are through.
The two stars are to honor the beautiful country of New Zealand, where the series was filmed. The scenery is gorgeous. Sundance Channel would have done better by splicing together the nature shots and making a travelogue.
I should confess right away that I spent two years as a student in a
conservatory, and have spent all my life hanging around with musicians.
I'm sure that influenced my positive opinion about this movie, and I
can understand why other reviewers who don't share my background don't
find it funny.
I knew I was going to enjoy it when the opening credits featured cartoons by the inimitable Gerard Hoffunung. The cast list also promised a host of Britain's most amusing character players. The script and score are by Bruce Montgomery, a fine mystery writer and film composer. And how odd that the opening scene outside the music school used the exact same filming location as was used for the hospital in "Doctor in the House." (Not to mention that the doctor's nemesis also plays the students' nemesis here, too.)
Of course, as others have pointed out, most of the actors are too old for their "student" roles, and the plot is fairly thin (but typical for a sitcom). What's funny for me are all the jokes and situations that any working musician will have had to deal with: overbearing teachers, time-wasting teachers, blabbing conductors, over-confident student hot-shots, conflict between "serious" and "pop" music, etc. If you don't know who Barbirolli and Sargent are, you'll miss a couple of jokes. (And you might not also catch the "skeletons on a tin roof" joke from Sir Thomas Beecham.) There's even a tip of the hat to Victorian novelist Anthony Trollope, if you look carefully at the music school sign.
The 90 minutes breezed by, and the HD version available on Amazon Prime looked pristine on my iPad. Recommended highly for musical people; and fairly highly for fans of mid-century British comedy. Kenneth Williams alone is worth the price of admission.
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