#Movies I’d Watch Again (& Again) Part 2

Last Year in Marienbad: (Alain Resnais) I was amused & entranced by Last Year the first time I saw it many years ago. It stuck with me, like those long halls & endless tracking shots, endless voice over about those long halls and the somber organ score by Francis Seyrig (available on iTunes). The VHS of the film was murky so when the crisp Criteron edition came out a few years ago I was thrilled. The artiness of it is laugh-out-loud at times but the I love every arch, contrived moment of it. I watched it again a few weeks ago in fact & was as delighted by it as the first time I saw it.

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McCabe & Mrs. Miller (Robert Altman) I was working for Famous Players when this was released. It was divine on the big screen, the snow was hypnotic, the Cohen songs, all be it not period, were perfect and haunting. I’ve seen it many times & even watched it with commentary – fascinating. The ending still stuns me.

Metropolis (Fritz Lang) I’d seen murky prints of this at the Bloor Cinema & on TV, but when I got the most recent, restored version I was amazed. The night club scenes are opulent, the workers walking in mass to work is brilliant and the score by Gottfried Huppertz is a wonder (available on iTunes). I even have the novel by Thea von Harbou.

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Mildred Pierce (Michael Curtiz) – a mother of a movie that I’ve seen countless times & each time its compelling, gorgeous to look at and a great study in martyrdom. Joan Crawford is a power of nature here, & rarely disappoints in anything. I have the novel by James M. Cain, as well as the screenplay. Don’t get me going or I’ll start quoting. The recent TV remake is fine work as well but lacks the glamour this version achieved in film noir black & white.

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MacBeth (Rupert Goold) Patrick Stewart as the good laird is brilliant, as is Kate Fleetwood as the Lady. I’ve seen this countless times on stage & other film versions but this one is such a breathtaking rendering I don’t think I want to see another version. Watched twice so far. Strong, ominous & chilling this is highly recommended.

samples

canto 14

‘Come in! Come in!’

we were in another chamber

the floor covered with prickling grass

that wounded all who trod on it

‘Come in! Come in!

We have been waiting for you.’

The chamber was rows of cubicles

each with a blurred visage

looking eagerly to us

‘We will audit your lives

To give our final and absolute decision

We are right, you know

Regardless of what you think

We walk in the ways of the most sacred

We have the only correct approach

To gaining full and total absolution

To experience the final and infinite  justice

Each of us knows a better way than the next

And though we don’t agree

We all agree on one thing

You guys are fucked

You’ve had it

Everything you value is crap

Your art is shit

Total absolute shit

Who the fuck do you think you are

To call that painting

Where to do get off claiming

Your words are poetry

That they have any relevance

All writing is crap

All art is crap

Except the art we produce here

With your excrement.’

drops of hot shit came

from his finger tips and scorched

the open books on the desk

skidded over the paintings

darted at the statues

leaving a trail of soft disfigurement

‘Destruction is much more satisfying than creation

Don’t bother agreeing or disagreeing

We have made up our minds

Our decisions have been made

All is crap

Everything you believe in will die

So why love anything

Why bother with compassion

Compassion will not keep the rose living any longer

There is no grace

Not even we desire grace

There is no need for anything

We have reviewed the paltry days the life of the world

And it is wanting

It has been ceaselessly striving

After the impermanent

Your death is the only perfect art

The only perfect worship

you should devote yourselves to

Death and destruction.’

Verlaine lead me though

the twisting and burning grass

through the ever closing and grasping

smoke filled desks of the auditors

they howled

as we escaped their judgments

our ledgers were never open

for any of them to stain the pages

with coffee rings and donut crumbs

they were inconsolable

and hence experienced a greater

depth of despair than ever before

and were happy

lion

lion of the art world

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