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Showing posts with label olive films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label olive films. Show all posts
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Two by Frank Perry: Man on a Swing (1975) and Dummy (1979)
I’ve written about the work of Frank Perry before, both on this blog and elsewhere. He’s one of the great unsung American filmmakers of the 1960s and 70s, though he’s now known primarily for the ill-fated Mommy Dearest (and, to a lesser extent, The Swimmer). During the 1960s, he and his then-wife Eleanor, who wrote his scripts, had a remarkable run of magnificent films, many of which are still hard to find: Last Summer, Trilogy, and Diary of a Mad Housewife among them. After their divorce, Frank continued to create work of genuine interest – even if it couldn’t quite match what he did with Eleanor. Recently, two of his films from the 1970s made their way to home video, through Olive Films’ lovely Blu-ray/DVD of 1975’s Man on a Swing, and Warner Archive’s excellent DVD of 1979’s Dummy. This came as a shock to me: While both films were well-known at the time (the latter in particular was an award-winning TV movie written by Ernest Tidyman, screenwriter of The French Connection and the novelist who gave us Shaft), I didn’t think they’d ever be properly released.
In a Moving Image Source piece I did on the Perrys some years ago, I discussed the clinical aspect of their films, brought about perhaps (I speculated) by Eleanor’s work as a psychologist. All the films they did together have the quality of scientific inquiries, as if their subjects were under a microscope. Indeed, this is partly what makes the films so compelling: Eleanor’s psychological precision crossbred with Frank’s sensitivity to performance results in something both Olympian and very human.
Monday, June 11, 2012
The Colossus of New York: Fathers and Sons
Sometime
when I was 9 or 10, I developed a brief obsession with Eugene Lourie’s The Colossus of New York. That may not
sound so odd now, but it was quite odd at the time; I wasn’t particularly into
schlocky sci-fi movies as a kid (though I did once watch Revenge of the Creature so I could catch a glimpse of young Clint
Eastwood). For some reason, I’d seen a magazine article (possibly in Starlog) that featured a still from Colossus, and the image stuck with me. Soon
enough, the film showed up on TV. I recorded it and basically couldn’t stop
watching it for a few weeks. And then, I did stop. And I didn’t really think
about the movie again* until recently, when a new, very nice-looking Blu-Ray of it arrived from
Olive Films.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
“Blessed Are the Young Who See What Isn’t There”: On the Final Moments of 1900
Bernardo Bertolucci’s mesmerizing, towering 1900 is hitting Blu-Ray thanks to Olive Films, and I haven’t been this excited about a release in quite some time.
When I saw it again at MoMA last year, I was quite shaken for some days
afterwards. There’s something about 1900 that puts every other movie to shame –
in its size, scope, and sweep, obviously, but also in the fact that you can’t just
shrug your shoulders at it. It provokes an emotionally violent response,
regardless of whether you love it or hate it. You might even do both. At 317
minutes, there’s a lot of movie in there.
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