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            It’s been a while since I’ve uploaded anything here, and while there have been plenty of films I thought I would review; I have simply been too busy to commit anything to paper.  However, Blake Edwards passed away last evening due to complications from pneumonia, and I’d like to take a moment to discuss one of my favorite film makers.

            A good friend of the family introduced me to Edward’s work through the Pink Panther films when I was very young, and I will always be indebted to him for that service.  They are, without a doubt, some of the funniest movies ever made, and they launched my admiration for the sixties comedy.  Peter sellers created a character that while often imitated, has never been surpassed. My parents are fond of recalling how hard I laughed (and still do) at Cloussou’s antics, rolling on the floor as a pre-teen.  Later viewings opened my eyes to the subtle sexual innuendo at play in the jokes, and added an entirely new depth to them.  They still rank among my favorites.  To paraphrase some of what others have said, Blake Edwards defined sixties cool.  Part French new wave, part screwball comedy, part farce and all genius; Edwards had a way of making movies that I feel is woefully absent today.  He understood, as all good comedy directors do, that a comedy should and must be a good film first, and then funny.  He was the master at this.  The Pink Panther would still be perfectively serviceable as a drama, as would A Shot in The Dark, without the jokes, and that is what makes them brilliant.  They are fine films that are also funny, not revers engineered from a few punch lines, but fully rounded pieces of genuinely brilliant film making.  Breakfast at Tiffany’s is the standard to which all romantic comedies are held to, and one of the most defining films of the sixties.  And while Capote and Hepburn were vital to that, it is Edward’s direction that raises it above most of its genre.

            If I appear to gush, I apologize. But these films had an enormous impact on my taste.  I invariably compare any comedy to his work, and whenever something occurs in a film that reminds me of him, I will always think better of the flick. 

            When he received an Honorary Oscar in 2004, and entered the stage in a wheel chair which careened of course and into the set.  It was such a perfect gag that thinking back on it now I realize that no one could possibly pull it off the with mixture of slapstick and class that he did. His films are bright and vibrant, and every character is rounded and important, and they are all absurd.  Even Julie Andrews, who some would say (and I probably agree) is the epitome of grace, showed us how absurd she could be in 10, Victor/Victoria, and (cough cough) S.O.B.  On a side note, Andrews and Edwards married in 1969, and she was by his bedside last evening when he died.  If the recent truck load of Hollywood divorces is discouraging for those thespians out there, I say look to Blake Edwards and Julie Andrews, that’s how it is done.

            His acceptance speech was humble and thankful to all of the people in his life; his quote regarding his Wife was particularly telling of the mix of class and humor he appeared to have referring to her as his “beautiful English broad with the incomparable soprano and the promiscuous language.”

            I hope that comedy will once again reach the kind of slickness and style it had when Edwards was at his peak.  He was and will always be one of the all-time greatest director’s in the world.  Comedy is a difficult thing, but he made it look easy. 

I have to go now; I’m catching the next plane to Lugash with Sir Charles Phantom, the notorious Litton.

Blake Edwards was 88 years old.

So I was watching Annie Hall for the umpteenth time the other day, and I got to thinking about how much of that film is not funny if you are not a New Yorker.  From there I went to all of the films I love about the city I love and how weird they must be for non-New Yorkers.  Sure, I have seen films that take place in all sorts of cities, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I missed some clever in jokes to their residents, But to me, there is simply no other place like New York.  So with unrepentant New Yorker superiority I present, in no particular order, my favorite films featuring the Big Apple, where it is not so much just a setting, but a character in and of itself. 

1. Annie Hall (1977).  Everything about this film oozes New York.  Allen’s frank statements about the garbage, the art scene, the culture, and his unending disdain and mockery of California, is one of my favorite aspects about this film.  His self effacing satire about New York intellectuals has been explored in other of his films, but nothing quite gets me like the flashback between he and his ex wife at the party. 

2. Taxi Driver (1976):  it was hard to pick which Scorsese film to choose, so many of them is a love poem to Gotham that I might as well have put his whole catalogue (his recent “love” of New England can stop now).  I chose Taxi Driver, because like a host of other New York set films of the 70’s, it portrays the city in a very unflattering light.  Now I am admittedly too young to have been in New York in the 70’s, but my parents grew up there.  I remember after watching The French Connection (another list contender), I asked my father if New York was really such a dirty and crime ridden place in the 70’s.  The answer was a definite yes, especially depending on where you where.  Sure it is the greatest city in the world, but it has gone through its rough patches, and Taxi Driver is a perfect example of this.

3. The Royal Tenenbaums (2001): Okay, so the city is never named in this film, and all of the locations are given fictitious titles, but it is still New York.  Even as a slightly askew version of the Big Apple, there is no denying the utter New Yorkness of the film.  This movie represents everything I love about the city, despite being a fanciful version of it.  When Royal, played by Gene Hackman, walks with his estranged wife played by Angelica Huston, it echoes any number of times I have walked through the park.  It is my favorite Wes Anderson film, and one of my favorite films of all time.  The quit poetic genius of the characters, who se brilliance is often overshadowed by their eccentricities, reminds me ever so slightly of members of my own family.  It is truly a film for New Yorkers.

4.  Wall Street (1987):  No other film encapsulates the greed and financial optimism and excess of the 1980’s better than Wall Street.  And no other city could contain this monumental film.  From Charlie sheen looking out from the windows of his penthouse, to the argument in central park, to the myriad of clubs and fine restaurants featured in the film, Wall Street shows the city in all of its elitist splendor, and it shows it from the inside.  Close contender for the same sentiment is 2000’s American Psycho (4 ½), which shows us the same opulence and elitism, but with a less stomachable evil that simple greed.  Not for the faint of heart, film at times plays like Wall Street as directed by Wes Craven, but still manages to serve as just an effective indictment of the wealthy and shallow.

5. Escape From New York (1981): John Carpenter is one of my all time favorite directors., and this is one of my favs.  It is very possible t imagine New York as the lawless prison wasteland depicted in this flick, and that is what’s fun about it.  Seeing beloved locales reduced to the squalor and terrifying desolation of a Mad Max set piece causes a thrill every time I watch this movie.  The primary villain, played by Isaac Hayes, is referred to as The Duke of New York, and he and other characters can be heard to refer to him as “A # 1” (including Donald Pleasance during the climax of the film.)  At first glance, one might think this movie could take place in any major city, but 1996’s sequel Escape From L.A. shows that this is certainly not the case.  it is by far my favorite vision of post apocalyptic New York (SPOILER ALERT: a close second might be Planet of the Apes, but I think that might be stretching the point a bit).

6. Marathon Man (1976):  New York Academia, Political Intrigue, Espionage Action, Diamond Theft, Nazis…Dentists, William Goldman’s Novel is perfectly adapted to film, which features more than enough memorable scenes and is one of the best thrillers ever made.  Olivier is perhaps one of the creepiest and most effective screen villains ever, and the scene with him in the diamond district is my personal favorite.  All in all, this is a film that could only take place in New York, and anyplace else and it wouldn’t have the same feel.

7. The Fischer King (1991): Terry Gilliam’s film about homeless lunatics and Arthurian legend is an odd film, but a great one.  It’s hard to say anything else about it other than the main theme song of the film is “How About You” and when Robin Williams and his gang of vagrants save Jeff Bridges life by shouting “I Like New York in June, How About You?”, you can’t help but be pulled in by the absurd and at times heart wrenching story.

8. Highlander (1986): As with so many franchises, see the first, skip the rest, and while I am a fan of most of these films (and the spin off show)  the first film is really a great modern fantasy and can and should be viewed as a standalone film.  Of course the centuries long battle between good and evil would be in New York, where else.  Two of my favorite shots are establishing shots.  The opening, where the camera zooms in on Christopher Lambert’s face in the stands at MSG form all the way across the arena, is just awesome.  The other is the long shot of the Silver Cup sign, where the climactic battle occurs.  Whenever I am on the FDR and see it across the river, I think of this film. 

9. Ghostbusters (1984) and Ghostbusters II (1989):  Okay, so these two go together. Obviously the vastly superior first installment gets the edge here, if not for any other reason than its liberal use of the city’s fantastic architecture and recognizable locals.  The City is presented as a unique organism, one where it takers the most shocking and impressive things to stun the residents.  The second installment goes even deeper with its love of the city, as it takes the combined will of the people of Manhattan to force the evil back to its place of origin (or nearest convenient parallel dimension). The second film also contains one of the funniest and appropriate encapsulations of New York ever committed to film.  When the gang tells the Mayor that it is the negative emotions throughout the city that are causing the disturbance, he incredulously  asks if they think he can go and tell 6 million people they have to be nice to each other.  He further muses with this gem of a line “Being miserable, and treating other people like dirt, is every New Yorker’s God given right!”  However for the purposes of this list, I’ll refer back to the first films closing lines, shouted from the roof top by a marshmallow covered Ernie Hudson “I love this town.”

So that’s my list for now.  Believe me, it is far from complete, and I just couldn’t think of what to give to the tenth slot.  I was going to talk about Muppet’s Take Manhattan, Moonstruck, Arthur, The Jazz Singer, Home Alone 2, As Good as it Gets, and so many more, but the list could go on and on.  Any suggestions comments, please let me know.

The Howling (1981)  **** (Out of 5)

Dir. Joe Dante

Dee Wallace Stone

Patrick Macnee

             Joe Dante’s slick werewolf picture is filmed with gore and grisly transformation sequences.  It is a fun ride and an interesting take on the werewolf story.  The story is about a television news anchor (Stone) who, after a fairly unpleasant experience involving a serial rapist is sent to a recovery resort called “The Colony”.  While there, she and her husband face all manner of wolf related hijinks, not to mention the relationship of one of The Colony members with Stone’s would be rapist.  The werewolf effects are particularly striking; the monsters here are hulking beasts, powerful and brutal.  One memorable scene involves on character slowly transforming while approaching his victim, taunting him and inviting him to take a shot. (This scene was parodied in Kevin Smith’s “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back”, Jason Lee repeats Quist’s lines verbatim during the bar scene) 

            Patrick Macnee turns in a great performance as the man who runs The Colony, which is full of werewolves rather than convalescing invalids.  The film is both hysterical and horrifying and is one of the few examples of the horror/comedy that really works, (one of best examples is another werewolf movie, but we will get to that one at a later date).  The monsters in The Howling do not require the moon to shapeshift; they simply require the will power.  the film is shot fantastically, the locations around The Colony are breathtaking and give the film an authenticity that might have been lacking with less production value. 

            The film is well acted and there are genuine moments of terror and suspense. The Howling is without a doubt on e of the most fun, grisly, and genuinely entertaining horror movies ever made.  Joe Dante has turned in some enjoyable thrills during his career, but this is probably his finest effort, and definitely one of the most well regarded films of the genre.  The climax of the film is perfect, and the shock ending at the end is an iconic moment in horror history.  Other werewolf films have come before it, and many others have been made after it, but the Howling remains on of the top five of the genre.  It is both a perfect example of how to do it right and a great homage to the classic wolf films to come out before it (check out the characters names and how they relate to previous efforts). 

The Howling was followed by six sequels of declining value, the second is unapologetically terrible despite Christopher Lee’s sincere attempt (we never blame Lee, ever! It just is not done.). The third is…well you have to see it to really comprehend its awfulness (it was subtitled “The Marsupials” and featured Dame Edna in a cameo, need I say more).  The fourth was a better adaptation of the original novel, but lacks the punch of the first installment and is very boring.  The fifth film was the first one I ever saw and well, thankfully did not ruin my taste for the first (good sets, that’s about it).  The sixth might be one of the earlier examples of werewolf vs. vampire, and despite an interesting carnival premise, is truly an abomination of cinema.  The final installment is perhaps the most shameless excuse for a film I have ever seen, cobbled together with bits and pieces of the previous four installments and then filled out with the lowest grade of actors sitting in the dessert and being awful.  It is also interesting to note that the first film has some of the best effects the genre has ever displayed, and the last definitely has the worst. 

As with many horror franchises, see the first, forget the rest.

Wolf (1994)

Dir. Mike Nichols

Jack Nicholson, Michelle Pfeiffer, James Spader, Christopher Plummer.

***1/2 (out of 5)

                Next up in the werewolf retrospective is the 1994 satire “Wolf”.  Let’s face it, if it was not for the cast, this movie would stink, the concept is tired, the story is predictable, and the mythology is underdeveloped.  However, the stellar cast, not to mention direction from Mike Nichols, really makes Wolf and enjoyable experience.  It also helps that those involved are all too aware of the satire, and are obviously having a ball with the script.  I personally love this movie, but I happen to be a huge fan of almost everyone involved with it.  I don’t know if I have ever seen a Mike Nichols film I didn’t like.  James Spader is one of the finest character actors in the world, Christopher Plummer oozes charm and sophistication out of every pore no matter what role he is playing, (even when he plays villains you can’t help rooting for him a little) and Michelle Pfeiffer is…well…she’s Michelle Pfeiffer, talented and still unbelievably gorgeous, and probably always will be.  But then we come to the old powerhouse himself.  I don’t care what the move is, I don’t care what it I about, who directed it or who else is in it, Jack Nicholson is the most entertaining movie star in the world. 

By the 90’s, Goo d old Jack wasn’t really acting anymore, he was just being himself in different jobs.  But that’s why we love him.  Every year, (look out for it on Sunday) He sits in that front row at the Oscars, a big smile on his face and those ever-present sunglasses, knowing that he is the undisputed king of cool. And that, boys and girls, is what makes Wolf a fun movie.  Nicholson play’s a demoted editor form a publishing house (the Necroscope poster on the wall leads me to believe it is Tor, but it could just be there for effect) who is bit by a wolf in Vermont.  From there it is the usual story.  We know where it is going from the opening credits and we know who the main antagonist is the moment we meet him, but that’s not the point. 

Wolf treats the werewolf story as a satire on vitality and sexual prowess as Nicholson takes on the wolfish aspects in his day-to-day life.   Nicholson is perfectly suited to the role, which he plays with extreme relish.   He bays and growls, sprouts fangs and special contact lenses, and is clearly having a lot o fun with the whole monster image.  The final fight between him and Spader is a bit slow, and doesn’t pay off completely as far as transformation go, but the film is still fun, and the ending is a gratifying change from the usual death and redemption story these films tend to follow.  I remember Dom Gasparro once saying that he liked Wolf because it was The Joker and Catwoman in the same movie, which does heighten the enjoyment for all you comic book fans out there, myself included.  Watch the film with the satire in mind and it can be a fun ride.  But for your own sake, watch out for the trail of slime James Spader leaves behind him here, if he has played a sleazier role, I don’t know what it is. 

 - Chris Vander Putten

Wolfen (1981)

***1/2 (Out of five)

Dir. Micheal Wadleigh

Albert Finney, Gregory Hines, Tom Noonan

So we have had our fill of vampires in the movies.  As a fan of the vampire genre, I find myself less and less interested with each outing.  I miss the violent blood filled terror of the vampire myth, I miss the monsters of the Carpathians, and while I have no problem with the vampire as a sex symbol,(I wrote a highschool ‘thesis’ on it way back in ’04) I am getting tired of the likes of Edward Cullen.  Perhaps it is my disdain for the current state of the fanged menace that leads me to seek out my horror elsewhere.  Werewolves!  Now I have not seen The Wolfman yet, although I believe a review from Rich is forthcoming, but I have seen my fair share of werefilms, as we will call them.  The first in this series of planned retropectives on the werewolf film is Wolfen(1981).

Directed by Micheal Wadleigh from a book by Whitley Streiber, Wolfen stars Albert Finney as a deranged and emotionally insecure homicide detective recently called back into duty.  The film concerns the murder o a real estate tycoon and his wife by a savage creature.  Finney, aided by a fantastically underplayed Gregory Hines, investigate the murders with a combination of scepticism and calculating detective work.  Finney is unorthodox in his manners and is fun to watch, he talks back to his chief, but not in the overdone way of many cop films, but in the way that two long time colleagues do, it is thoroughly believable.  eventually it comes out that there is a race of highly intelligent shapeshifting wolves that live int he slums of the south Bronx.  They murdered the developer because of his plans to gentrify the neighborhood and destroy their hunting ground where they had been feeding on transients and living underground.

The film is one of the most underrated of the horror genre.  Wadleigh’s use of in camera special effects predates James Cameron’s use of “heat vision” in The Terminator by three years.  The urban decay seen in the film will be unfamiliar to younger audiences, the area in question has indeed gone through a significant gentrification over the last 20 years, but at the time, it was perfect for the setting of the film.  As a student of film, and a New Yorker, this film, to me anyway, is just as much a historical record of  70′s  New York as say, Serpico or The French Connection.   Also of note is the depiction of the American Indian population in New York at the time.  it is an ethnic group rarely given screen consideration in city based films, yet they are a definite presence here.  it is that aspect that lends authenticity to this genre film.

Wolfen is not a perfect film, but it is an interesting one.  If nothing else, it is an interesting portrait of New York as it was. 

P.S.  Pre-fame cameos abound in this film.  Tom Waits is in one scene as a bar owner, Reginald Veljohnson is a morgue attendant, and my favorite…one of the forensic scientists is James Tolkan also known as Principal Strickland, and no…that guy never had hair.

 - Chris Vander Putten

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