tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52801975083689080202024-03-19T12:19:07.354+11:00CardrossManiac2This Carnival Is Dead & GoneTim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.comBlogger1227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-47160355137795546822024-03-18T17:50:00.003+11:002024-03-18T23:40:43.368+11:00Fiend ost - Paul Woznicki<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iMr9C5P7mes?si=Qan_a9Fc6NK4Pvzh" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[1980]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Glorious improvised thick synth textures with dark apprehensive tones. Synthesizer as sound generator for vibe setting although there's an occasional melodic piano interlude. This is peak synthetic film scoring. Composed for low budget regional horror auteur <b>Don Dohler</b> of <i>Night Beast</i> notoriety. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*Just noticed that this is no longer unreleased. An LP of the <i>Fiend </i>score has recently been released by the ace cult soundtrack label Mystic Vault. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-57676529087080172852024-03-16T12:30:00.007+11:002024-03-18T21:02:22.807+11:00Sanja Ilic & Slobodan Markovic - Dark Echoes<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RyevaIXkd2k?si=17tLRsmGBYIod9Wf" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[1977]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fabulous score to a Yugoslavian horror movie set in Austria. Highly innovative synthetic film scoring from this duo from Belgrade. Put in synth score context it was recorded in the same year as Goblin's <i>Suspiria</i>, Tangerine Dream's movie debut <i>Sorcerer</i> and a year before John Carpenter's <i>Halloween</i>. This is the sound of synth and electronics in horror before it became formulaic. There's a real sense of pioneering freshness here as they utilise an array of textures, sounds and fx to capture all sorts of strange and dark flavours. A <i>Dark Echoes</i> soundtrack has never been released and this eight and a half minute snippet of the score's audio is all that can be found on youtube. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-31491104821760719872024-03-14T12:24:00.005+11:002024-03-17T11:12:34.910+11:00Peter Bernstein & Mark Goldenberg - Silent Rage ost<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/79JTejmSsFA?si=VqK2HPp0G43ladgm" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[1982]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">The best 80s electronic movie theme tune. There's just something about it. An intangible essense of the groovy yet haunted variety. A meticulously crafted tenebrous synth score yet somehow also jaunty. An uncanny pop triumph. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Haunty-ology fans (Do they still exist?) take note, this could be a blueprint for several Ghostbox artists. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A <i>Silent Rage</i> soundtrack cd was finally released just last year by Dragon's Domain Records.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-58393775802462556902024-03-13T21:50:00.008+11:002024-03-19T12:18:33.750+11:00Drew King & Peter Jermyn - Siege OST <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6hAsy21c4dI?si=rvcFZ8-7rBWXemoF" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[1983]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">On this low budget Canuxploitation cult movie's score we get great thick synthetic textures of dystopian sound then <i>The Closing Theme</i> at 2.55 is delightfully dire dark death-disco. The real futuristic bad vibes. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is not a lost future. It's the sound of a future they didn't cancel, our current deranged state of affairs: The militarised police shooting protestors in Melbourne, going to prison for stickers, the UN proclaiming trans lesbians are lesbians, getting arrested for tweets, the national guard patrolling the NYC subway, politicised intelligence agencies, de-banking citizens for wrong-think, getting attacked/murdered by illegal aliens, endless war, football clubs banning life-long members for incorrect views, robo-dogs, obscene wealth tranfers during C****, the general criminalisation of the normal law abiding population (farmers, truckers) etc. etc. You will comply. You will submit. You will eat ze bugs!</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-31288694613928353472024-03-10T21:46:00.010+11:002024-03-17T12:46:38.686+11:00Jonathan Newton - Unhinged OST <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/faet_CZvqfM?si=EcDT0Ee4WMSDctSA" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Surely the holy grail of never released horror synth scores. This 1982 score is post-Carpenter synthetic slasher-core with haunting wonky pitched radiophonic synths, ultra menacing pulsations, ominous drones, unhinged analogue cues and stings.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/J60jJtLT80w?si=0ts_THJvqmzRQRG4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That melancholic glinting analogue sound so beloved by The Radiophonic Workshop, Aphex Twin and Boards of Canada as well as their haunty-logical offspring Belbury Poly, Advisory Circle etc. is used here to perfection.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/J-HrodDQ6eo?si=dK1K8_wm1uXLr5gC" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Since the dawn of the sharing mp3 files via blogs thing in the 00s, fans have been putting together their own versions of the <i>Unhinged</i> soundtrack. It's a mystery that the cult <i>Unhinged</i> score has never been commercially released. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jonathan Newton aka Jon Newton only ever did a handful of scores... he went on to be a music professor teaching at Portland Uni. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-72592579725432248412024-03-09T15:13:00.004+11:002024-03-17T20:30:10.526+11:00Just Before Dawn - Brad Fiedel<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6attx7O7ack?si=siAuq6nTMvClDIKg" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Getting a bit more esoteric here in the electronic horror film scoring. Fiedel would later become famous for his <b><i>Terminator </i></b>score a few years later. On this 1981 score for <i>Just Before Dawn</i> the synth action is just one aspect alongside industrial, new age, field recording, pre-hypnagogic sleazoid funky glam-rock and whatever else. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-88581458415653614512024-03-06T08:51:00.002+11:002024-03-09T14:30:04.036+11:00Blood Rage - Richard Einhorn<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0rke_8rYLwg?si=kGAWFuxC1QDTN0Ug" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More 80s synth horror soundtrack goodness. Richard Einhorn is an award winning symphonic record producer but is known around my house for composing legendary electronic horror scores to <b style="font-style: italic;">Don't Go In The House (1980) </b>and<b style="font-style: italic;"> Shock Waves (1977) </b>amongst others. The 1983 <i>Blood Rage</i> score however has never been released.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FvhLumnS1II?si=oUapczs4nMp2Zy_1" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[Added Entry 9/3/24]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">A longer and better sounding selection of music from Blood Rage. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-68528238687756328782024-02-28T00:56:00.002+11:002024-02-28T01:15:45.440+11:00Theme from C.H.U.D. - Cooper Hughes<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/h4-9Hux1KSw?si=J9qf56SGSZLTDIbO" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>(1984)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">More 80s synth-y soundtrack goodness. Back in the 00s you could only get like a 13 minute fan-made mp3 download of this soundtrack but a few years back it got the deluxe trendy coloured vinyl reissue treatment. <i>Theme From C.H.U.D.</i> is an absolute peak of very tasty post Tangerine Dream/John Carpenter synthetic film scoring. What a cracking tone they create here. Cooper Hughes wasn't one dude it was two dudes: <b>Martin Cooper</b> and <b>David A Hughes</b> who If I recall correctly were both in OMD's live line-up for a while. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-13218144812005425542024-02-25T23:23:00.013+11:002024-03-17T13:30:04.133+11:00Code of Silence - David Michael Frank<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4tRoBByuAyc?si=JMXGJC6sYiRCuC_u" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More great 80s sumptuous (or is that sickly) synth-y soundtrack gold from films I've never seen. This is another score that I can't believe hasn't been reissued by one of these trendy coloured vinyl reissue soundtrack labels. The evocative synthetic sound of David Michael Frank conjures the grain of vhs and the seedy strangeness of straight to video movies with this suspenseful vaguely oriental jam with tropical overtones. This atmospheric lament even becomes anthemic in the last couple of minutes when the funky bass and drums arrive with a fine string arrangement to top things off. Nice.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-54336791257923993652024-02-20T02:34:00.006+11:002024-02-20T03:44:17.502+11:00Bloodsport Soundtrack - Finals - Paul Hertzog <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EDbCZaAHEXI?si=DNf21eUC0a-tf_Lh" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">More synth-y soundtracking from the films I've never seen. This mysterious Paul Hertzog fella only did a handful of scores. 1988's <i>Bloodsport </i>was his second after the legendary <i>My Chauffeur </i>in 1986. Who knows what he did after the early 90s. I'm guessing since this synth-y style of soundtracking became unfashionable he probably ended up in education like the rest of us. Still you'd think some of these 21st century directors with a penchant for 80s sounds would have tracked him down to give their retro movie that authentic 80s feel but it seems after his excellent 1991 score for <i>Breathing Fire</i> he disappeared completely from the music and film industry. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-35574158485538285362024-02-19T02:04:00.001+11:002024-02-20T03:45:11.432+11:00Eye for an Eye Theme · William Goldstein<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mdUpZLyT1lI?si=pz9ruP33N5uyRniu" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Futuristic saxophone synth-y goodness with added fretless bass. Many of the best soundtracks are for movies you don't know or care about.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-24604384640641552012024-02-18T05:08:00.010+11:002024-02-26T05:55:36.172+11:00Ozark Mountain Daredevils - Jackie Blue<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AtXdh2nKULw?si=hk2Zqc8KPMuLFPyO" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ozark Mountain Daredevils - Jackie Blue (1975)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Timeless one hit wonder here in Australia and still occasionally heard on golden oldies radio. The guitar in this is just divine here as is the entire arrangement on this sweet luxurious soft-rock jam. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2nf5VyHEB6k?si=qIZXgQOFrV3hU7nn" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>[Added Entry]</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Old Grey Whistle Test 26/3/76</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Me old mate Retina Soup recommends this version in the comments and he's right as these guys are totally peaking here in a laid back, funky in the pocket manner. Masterful. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-89389841681597521752024-02-17T01:53:00.008+11:002024-02-26T02:21:11.827+11:00George Benson- Give Me The Night<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/G0e7OyxFsxQ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That moment when you hear a song clearly and properly for the first time in your life despite it having been in your life for over forty years. An enticing glimpse into the promise of adult life. You didn't know what it meant but you knew there was something seductive and glamorous awaiting. Lusty romantic desires waiting to be fulfilled.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Supreme yacht-boogie-disco jam. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-4237917432469626162024-02-14T20:39:00.023+11:002024-02-26T02:10:48.498+11:00Swell - Well?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YvksEJ6eSWqLqeEsB097mhPLdwqXgttpXmSBFtjPveSNKFRBDrFJlj7GFOy9M0EpGaz-8x_cTbA6bw-aOr_l_x1r48iwpHt4213NNxghmGLTOWIewcFsT4AXLFvy0uzOAUD0R5mg3qx0_tXHA5v9GTrQImgjbnlRfzWIf_o8py9SkUzzqJGLhUwuEug/s598/010101001010010.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="598" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YvksEJ6eSWqLqeEsB097mhPLdwqXgttpXmSBFtjPveSNKFRBDrFJlj7GFOy9M0EpGaz-8x_cTbA6bw-aOr_l_x1r48iwpHt4213NNxghmGLTOWIewcFsT4AXLFvy0uzOAUD0R5mg3qx0_tXHA5v9GTrQImgjbnlRfzWIf_o8py9SkUzzqJGLhUwuEug/w400-h390/010101001010010.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The connoisseur's choice for best guitar cd of 1992. That's me and me old mate Tony but somebody at Melody Maker liked it too and somebody at 3PBS-FM Melbourne and I guess it got a cd release in Australia and me old mate Dan from Grafton liked it too... but you know I guess it wasn't a sleeper hit like <i>Slanted And Enchanted</i> or <i>Spiderland</i> or a guaranteed blockbuster like <i>Copper Blue</i> or <i>Automatic For The People</i> or have a cult-y groundswell status like PJ Harvey, Screaming Trees or Red House Painters... yet it's surely the coolest guitar record of the early 90s.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>David Freel</b> was the most detached deadpan fella out there. He wasn't doin no cheese or overtly emotional crap, nah his gloomy yet understated post-<i>154 </i>neo-psych jams were stoic, cryptic and cool. I hazard a guess that this is the exact reason <i>Well?</i> isn't a popular record and only an acquired taste, despite having swinging drum hooks galore and melodically mysterious guitar lines to die for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bittersweet noir of Swell's <i>Well?</i> is even better than I remember. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moody.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XsQCOPi4t1g?si=AytdYkNiSTpbYCCO" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The hit single! not...(In a perfect world.....)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/96Rr3sHkfls?si=UM29VfCz71g2scxq" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There's magic on this when that bendy cosmic guitar line and those drums do that hypnotic push/pull thing... glorious.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_frc5Poq-X0?si=OFu_hXPCcEGh-4vz" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">An impeccably considered simmering jam of the highest order where the menace and tension are tightly controlled, restraint before histrionics.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UZEp_5sHyII?si=nGXPk___3Lu2dvoy" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Throwing out their most angular shapes and apprehensive dialogue. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>"Your TV and talking is wasting my time"</div><div><br /></div><div><b>"I see shadows on the bright side"</b></div><div><br />This insidious gloom just gets under your skin. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Infectious.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-5750837919616341792024-02-10T03:08:00.014+11:002024-03-19T01:33:03.429+11:00I'm not dead yet! <div style="text-align: center;">ie. The chronic illness (possibly caused by the mrna injection) continues to try to destroy me but I'm battling on!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PE5f561Y1x4?si=GAEThzWLgrKVpwDG" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">er touché... er.. What a timeless anthem. Beautiful. The voice, the hair, the psych guitars and those drums huh those drums!. Don Fleming/Andy Wallace production/mixing. 1992 forever. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/l6ER2_4q5KQ?si=0_eRdNgn2hTvOc8o" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reminds of when sex was all important and serious and necessary. When too much sex still wasn't enough. That's a great vibe to live by. Don't let the doctors ever fuck with your libido ie. Don't go on antidepressants ever! They are a fucking gip and in fact keep you depressed, dependant, take your life-force away, make you violent and totally fuck with you your brain and body functions. You think Greg Dulli would have let anyone interfere with his manly functions? No fucking way! You need to fight depressive episodes without pharma and their gaslighting making you think you need them. I don't. I'm so embarrassed that I allowed big pharma to rule my life for so long. Don't let them trans you or let you think obesity is ok or ... There are healthy alternatives and their agenda of keeping you unwell for life so they may suck your financial blood continuously is fucking criminal and a reckoning is coming. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RIIEbrMXs20?si=Ir7LGofoFBMrngHu" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes you just gotta forget that Twitter ever happened and remember when great tunes were made by people whose opinions you never needed to know. This is so great 32 years later! It's easy to forget what a great band SY were. Twitter fucked up a lot of things. So many artists have done the wrong thing by going on twitter and saying that they are better than you and that their opinion is the correct one. We as a society have been pushed to the limit with the cultural revolution nudging politics. Mark Fisher could be an insufferable Marx-ist but even he knew (as he wrote in one of his final essays) that identity nonsense, cancel culture and censorship was backwards unenlightened dark ages stuff. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eZ7MFTBjJS8?si=9TtQsJUO2WfPY-qF" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh boy I forgot about this epic! The last great grunge record. This slacker jam will take you by surprise as it goes into this amazing insistent mode where it just becomes unstoppably anthemic in the most contagiously affecting manner.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You might think "oh this is nerdy third rate slacker grunge" but <b>Carry The Zero</b> is undeniably sensational.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-72228540575894348102024-01-29T14:38:00.005+11:002024-01-29T17:04:20.567+11:00Ariel Pink - Life Before Today<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pL1WtL_xm74?si=1yHW6vsmL36SAzdy" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've finally singled out this track from the substack digital album dump <i><b>Anonymous Productions</b></i> from last year. This is fucking great vintage AP. It's got all the new wave, 70s radio rock, neo-psych-glam, post-punk indie vibes he's famous for. Except now he's infamous for playing a part in the worst day in American political history by instigating a coup at the capitol with Ray Epps... oh wait he was just photographed in a DC hotel room on insurrection day... still I mean he's a deplorable so why isn't he locked up? I mean we need to consider our safety. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway is that the ghost of <b>Mark E Smith</b> on backing vocals with Mercury Rev's <b>Grasshopper</b> wailing away on his cosmic guitar? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>*Actually a quick Brave search reveals AP to have contributed to a few tunes on <b>Sean Ryder'</b>s most recent solo record <i style="font-weight: bold;">Visits From Future Technology </i>from 2021.<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>Ariel co-wrote three of the tracks and did guitar, bass, keyboards, background vocals and beatboxing. As far as I can tell these collaborations were recorded ten years prior to the release of this LP.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-78719095282143853122024-01-29T14:08:00.002+11:002024-01-29T14:08:23.864+11:00Virtual · The Black Dog <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8e4ZhWfWkpg?si=h7aiTeppSrJSJvHI" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Virtual - The Black Dog (1989)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm sure I have this confusion every time I go back and listen to early Black Dog records: Hang on wasn't this <b>Origin Unknown</b> or one of <b>Andy C</b>'s tunes? Oh what? Did he sample it though? I'm sure my first encounter with these sounds was on a hardcore tune maybe from 92 or maybe a darkside or jungle track a year or two later...something on <b>Reinforced</b> or <b>Moving Shadow </b>maybe... blah blah blah... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then sure enough you figure out that big chunks of Black Dog's <i>Virtual</i> are sampled on <b>DJ Crystl</b>'s <i>King Of The Beats</i> (1994) which was on Moving Shadow, <b>Young Head</b>'s <i>The Way I See Things</i> (1992) on Reinforced, <b>DJ Junk</b>'s Monsters & Demons (1993), <b>Jo</b>'s <i>Imagine The Future</i> (1993), <b>DJ Red Alert & Mike Slammer</b>'s <i>Heavy Duty</i> (1992) etc. <i>Virtual</i>'s entire vibe and atmosphere is all over these tunes which means it was massively ubiquitous and influential for the fist half of the 90s.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It doesn't need to have influenced every second hardcore IDM darkside junglist to be a great tune on its own though.</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-74738037819357352072024-01-27T00:03:00.000+11:002024-01-27T00:03:40.731+11:00Balil - Merck: Black Dog Productions<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nAyrJsHUUk4?si=MbUBPvxONVLlIQ2g" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Balil - Merck (1993)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Listening to stuff like this through your computer or phone just doesn't do it justice. Hearing a tune such as <i>Merck</i> through a bangin' club PA is a mystic experience. So you gotta pump this through yo headphones or sound system proper and it'll be sweet! The intangible tone of 90s ambient techno records is like no other. This mysterious wistful yearning, a sort of cosmic nostalgia blissfully connecting our eternal space-dust with each other, our ancestral heritage, the earth and the stars. Thank-you Black Dog Productions!</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-25483720890935855732024-01-26T17:43:00.001+11:002024-01-26T20:15:45.880+11:00Pot Noddle · The Black Dog<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z-_20BVFNoQ?si=y3Kp8QbSylULNpS2" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Black Dog - Pot Noodle (1994)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's unbelievable just how many great electronica cds came out of the UK in the 90s. So it's easy for a track like <i>Pot Noodle</i> to get lost but it's well worth your attention. <b>Aphex Twin, Autechre </b>and<b> Boards Of Canada</b> get all the kudos for 90s British tech by the now people but innovative originators Black Dog were also exceptional. Not only that they're essential. While the early Black Dog EPs get all the praise and credit the <i><b>Spanners</b></i> cd released five years into their career is a lost treasure in their catalogue. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This here track could almost be a blueprint for a tune from <b>Boarrds Of Canada</b>'s <i>Campfire Headcase</i> or something off <b>Pluramon</b>'s <i>Pick Up Canyon</i> album with its gentle guitar, tranquil ambience and playful minute detail. Black Dog's tones were just more pure than everybody else's. I don't know how they did it but they were just impeccable and serene and understated yet insidious and emotional. <i>Pot Noodle</i>'s nimble breaks are otherworldly begging the question why do i ever leave such luxurious sonic zones? It must have been incredibly flattering for this trio to have been so vastly influential. Electronic acts were releasing Black Dog facsimiles while Black Dog were still issuing their own peak material. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-9464306991815366472024-01-25T12:17:00.005+11:002024-01-26T00:33:15.413+11:00Tony Conrad, Arnold Dreyblatt, Jim O’Rourke – Tonic 19-01-2001<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2858616682/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 470px; width: 350px;"><a href="https://blacktruffle.bandcamp.com/album/tonic-19-01-2001">Tonic 19-01-2001 by Tony Conrad / Arnold Dreyblatt / Jim O'Rourke</a></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm really not up with release schedules in the reissue/archive world anymore but I came across this terrific bit of Drone-y ambience the other day. It was released last year by Black Truffle. <i>Tonic 19/01/2001</i> is an exceptional ever evolving myriad of tones and drones. A trio of premier drone-ologists create some top shelf whirring vibrations to subtly mesmerize your mind... perhaps at a higher volume it might overwhelm your mind. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-13558066510088918382024-01-20T20:09:00.002+11:002024-01-25T12:38:50.762+11:00The Wimple Winch - Save My Soul<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gi9GXxVDJQg?si=bfRzGTme8EssiDet" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Wimple Winch - Save My Soul (1966)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I mean as far as 7 inch moments go the electric whip-crack crazy of <i>Save My Soul</i> is as good as it gets innit. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's all about that bass, those crisp-a-tonic snare hits and the pent up tension of it all. The push and pull of the quiet-loud dynamics. The ominousness and the pandemonium. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-69336469834270444112024-01-14T07:48:00.026+11:002024-01-21T04:11:54.165+11:00More On Movies...The Return II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHz__XQX9qjz2dcyp7DH-nrOrBANdUwBS_0nwJmTFNV-fH6iThW6Vzg3SovKpC2P7tqDMZKyoeWBBxdAX0cgfimjDY6R1hTeTxUuNoC0BDi6rlkJzTYORFMhalyWDHFduW06eaoP1C36lKruo11TNVAlmQGicw5BS7IJAqTmmnRsIhX6miu1EIp54dvE/s450/450__pat_32_tale_of_two_sisters_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="450" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHz__XQX9qjz2dcyp7DH-nrOrBANdUwBS_0nwJmTFNV-fH6iThW6Vzg3SovKpC2P7tqDMZKyoeWBBxdAX0cgfimjDY6R1hTeTxUuNoC0BDi6rlkJzTYORFMhalyWDHFduW06eaoP1C36lKruo11TNVAlmQGicw5BS7IJAqTmmnRsIhX6miu1EIp54dvE/w640-h360/450__pat_32_tale_of_two_sisters_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br style="text-align: left;" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4sV4Jq22X5fWJhbQCWLMk6RYdwpoEWZkL9m_ZVh84y7r4NVgsXDnQuRFFumzPKMzqHijSjnyFhezz4ni_WT803qMstdal3CADSR3RVqIsGdNMvzizIPhkAuN0YcDRYLLuKwQ_dor1vZ8aqg247zbKiImB_KDaL106aIH7-5BTlzGZf4w3NZouZNcD_k/s450/450__pat_49_tale_of_two_sisters_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="450" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4sV4Jq22X5fWJhbQCWLMk6RYdwpoEWZkL9m_ZVh84y7r4NVgsXDnQuRFFumzPKMzqHijSjnyFhezz4ni_WT803qMstdal3CADSR3RVqIsGdNMvzizIPhkAuN0YcDRYLLuKwQ_dor1vZ8aqg247zbKiImB_KDaL106aIH7-5BTlzGZf4w3NZouZNcD_k/w400-h225/450__pat_49_tale_of_two_sisters_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Tale Of Two Sisters (2003)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">A grim folkloric tale from South Korea. I can't believe this is twenty one years old. That means <i><b>Oldboy</b></i> and <b><i>Memories Of A Murder</i></b> must be as well. 2003 was a hell of a year for the resurgence of South Korean cinema. South Korea's all new, exotic yet often familiar and spectacularly audacious film-making had been creating film festival hubbub and underground interest for five or six years. Then in 2003, the last great film movement in history was hitting an early peak and unexpected mainstream crossover. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Twenty one years later I wonder if perhaps <i>The Tale Of Two Sisters</i> would have benefitted by just telling the story straight instead of in the trendy convoluted flashback flashbetween flashsideways style. The intention is supposed to add mystery and add flash but makes you realise they're just trying too hard while also unnecessarily obfuscating some of the finer points of the tale. Still this is quite THE piece of work with stellar performances and impeccable flashy film-making. Nitpicking at one of the few great films made this millennium is a pretty fucking futile endeavour though innit. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A cautionary tale of a family torn apart with horrific consequences as a result morally repugnant shenanigans. Transgress and be damned in unexpected ways.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The Tale Of Two Sisters</i> was <b>Kim jee-woon</b>'s first big film to make a splash on western audiences. He would go on to direct a handful of flix including two other bona fide brilliant films, the action packed neo-noir <b><i>A Bittersweet Life (2005)</i></b> and one of the most demented of all Korean revenge movies <b><i>I Saw The Devil (2010)</i></b>. However <i>The Tale Of Two Sisters</i> is still the most beloved of all his pictures.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A1W-4behUlhzPlwlqjBEJuPzafMSpxjQgOCjNrEQ5A3iviGo6ZEJEchm6YIyLhdbTdidFpZGuqNUOS7KJUDURLVBOWzKhsQrAa7ePqVXTo72S5qrwYFK3Zgby_bHWRbRZbVQt2nDixqnfI26cFkNfWHQrD50VP-lRp5ZBEa_AkWj0p9Ss2yAS2EtdRc/s800/800_shack_out_on_101_blu-ray_02_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A1W-4behUlhzPlwlqjBEJuPzafMSpxjQgOCjNrEQ5A3iviGo6ZEJEchm6YIyLhdbTdidFpZGuqNUOS7KJUDURLVBOWzKhsQrAa7ePqVXTo72S5qrwYFK3Zgby_bHWRbRZbVQt2nDixqnfI26cFkNfWHQrD50VP-lRp5ZBEa_AkWj0p9Ss2yAS2EtdRc/w400-h225/800_shack_out_on_101_blu-ray_02_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZVH-JwZRwxroqs7vqGde_HkaVusDWM4lTASsV6yg0BQgz7M38O2mEEDt0FaNeV8P3-6ZuhBJi_Z5tKCI81vphg8IKFxDUwIQVsvqhyfNSw8ILiyA3L_aLQWqLbEScxSUIhPpCG7JcfwW_K2Mzv2B9nrU81rpgqIBzP0kGKsbNBcGs3oSmMfYAl6OGxo/s800/800_shack_out_on_101_blu-ray_09_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZVH-JwZRwxroqs7vqGde_HkaVusDWM4lTASsV6yg0BQgz7M38O2mEEDt0FaNeV8P3-6ZuhBJi_Z5tKCI81vphg8IKFxDUwIQVsvqhyfNSw8ILiyA3L_aLQWqLbEScxSUIhPpCG7JcfwW_K2Mzv2B9nrU81rpgqIBzP0kGKsbNBcGs3oSmMfYAl6OGxo/w400-h225/800_shack_out_on_101_blu-ray_09_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Shack Out On 101 (1955)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Good fun el cheapo OTT noir with added espionage, cold war paranoia, disillusioned returned soldiers and romance. While there are comic tones here, there's also a great dark seaside atmosphere captured in beautiful black and white by cinematographer <b>Floyd Crosby </b>of <i>High Noon (1952)</i> fame. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A spunky waitress <i>Kotty</i> (<b>Terry Moore</b>) works in a shabby beachside diner where she constantly fights off lecherous blokes but little does she know soon she will be embroiled in a fight for her country. In a bid to extend the lean script stars <b>Lee Marvin</b> and <b>Frank Lovejoy</b> were encouraged to do some improv (pre-Cassavetes) and they succeed, particularly in the weight lifting scene where they critique each others physiques which will have you laughing out loud. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Shack Out On 101</i> is exactly what watching these old movies is all about for me as there's nothing I love more than discovering irresistible one off artefacts like this.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtm7hlgzlD2SKEizTyVghYLrbMj7ltxSCKTeUbDg4V861spS4RS5V9JoA5RpOWvMr0mhAv0ISUKTfqo87tDtxysoDeOblBgfvagID-hnYByu5IPSfEh_bmttKXOo2PUs3x-6fWfNfFj2omn4s8kcjy6-T3TWpOotazhxOLZUrar7pl6J7hIShXaKUkWSk/s1920/HeRanAllTheWay_web1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtm7hlgzlD2SKEizTyVghYLrbMj7ltxSCKTeUbDg4V861spS4RS5V9JoA5RpOWvMr0mhAv0ISUKTfqo87tDtxysoDeOblBgfvagID-hnYByu5IPSfEh_bmttKXOo2PUs3x-6fWfNfFj2omn4s8kcjy6-T3TWpOotazhxOLZUrar7pl6J7hIShXaKUkWSk/w400-h225/HeRanAllTheWay_web1.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwL0b1iMhml331BZV4GUkypo5UUwbPY1s8sD3HEi-7A83Hch7V7L4GiuVKbNVdZRE-chCsMX37EW_iUjsahk6suvhVh3IgZI_E2nOshVio7HvWCkwCIWNCr1Vo829_L3I7qcfdI4lQHdNm9kECc2vOwi5VHY2vQGabIPmyEllrPxjDcMfmXAFBc_5Sa0/s750/HeRanAllTheWay_web2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="750" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwL0b1iMhml331BZV4GUkypo5UUwbPY1s8sD3HEi-7A83Hch7V7L4GiuVKbNVdZRE-chCsMX37EW_iUjsahk6suvhVh3IgZI_E2nOshVio7HvWCkwCIWNCr1Vo829_L3I7qcfdI4lQHdNm9kECc2vOwi5VHY2vQGabIPmyEllrPxjDcMfmXAFBc_5Sa0/w400-h224/HeRanAllTheWay_web2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>He Ran All The Way (1951)</b></div><div><i>Nick Robey</i> (<b>John Garfield</b>) is doomed from the start in this ultimate loser from wrong side of the tracks drama. A payroll robbery goes awry when <i>Nick Robey</i> kills a cop. He makes an acquaintance of <i>Peg Dobbs</i> (<b>Shelly Winters</b>) at a nearby swimming pool in the midst of fleeing the crime scene. Soon enough he takes her and her working class family hostage. The doom, apprehension, paranoia and psychological mind fuckery are masterfully rendered on celluloid here. </div><div><br /></div><div>Iconic final scene. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-_74PGoSuG9nuW0Qf5xtEA_ctclQTdDuAO25UPfJpTzJLNBYQb2qHg0RlkgNcINV8od3-mZAlbqtPurhpLyU0ovq0RfN3C7Yf4q-epyiuC1H9wKpcd6fSB9bWWoSRk6FLgjzkzXWEBgqxvnYfwVbSn6V2DGrWIbQJ_1VRRH8eduKj198sMEFzT5d0Es/s1222/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.04.39%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="1222" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-_74PGoSuG9nuW0Qf5xtEA_ctclQTdDuAO25UPfJpTzJLNBYQb2qHg0RlkgNcINV8od3-mZAlbqtPurhpLyU0ovq0RfN3C7Yf4q-epyiuC1H9wKpcd6fSB9bWWoSRk6FLgjzkzXWEBgqxvnYfwVbSn6V2DGrWIbQJ_1VRRH8eduKj198sMEFzT5d0Es/w400-h226/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.04.39%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Shockproof (1950)</b></div><div>Terrific atypical noir where a parole officer takes off with his parolee who just so happens to be a foxy dame. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6IMYAQuUbY1DNtDHRBnj9ND6kfphT-iqUgmWvLLQfHIdnQcju_CakFdIvtrksOMbzRYL0a5Ix8GQSQDRzBH-HxQc_0DQioGoEmoTCR5zp-v_d-j1hjxjzX80F9M_aFbyAsVuhiTJ-AQZkI2cWfFI3LTA-0KHwkOZFf04uh9cwCHHFX8ko-Azvr88SsM/s400/400__pat_11_leopard_man__.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="400" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6IMYAQuUbY1DNtDHRBnj9ND6kfphT-iqUgmWvLLQfHIdnQcju_CakFdIvtrksOMbzRYL0a5Ix8GQSQDRzBH-HxQc_0DQioGoEmoTCR5zp-v_d-j1hjxjzX80F9M_aFbyAsVuhiTJ-AQZkI2cWfFI3LTA-0KHwkOZFf04uh9cwCHHFX8ko-Azvr88SsM/w400-h290/400__pat_11_leopard_man__.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div><b>The Leopard Man (1943)</b></div><div>First time watch for me and I gotta say it was disappointing particularly after recently re-watching <b>Jaques Tourneur</b> masterpieces <b>I Walked With A Zombie </b>and<b> The Cat People</b>. It seemed to have all the right elements but they just didn't coalesce like they did in those aforementioned classics. Which means something was askew. It meandered too much and perhaps the story wasn't quite up to scratch. Cinematographer <b>Robert De Grasse</b> did all that he could with his beautifully framed scenes and crafty intricate use of shadows and light to make an incredibly distinct uber creepy atmosphere where perilousness lurks at every turn so it's not his fault. He was best on ground or what septic tanks might call MVP. I might reserve conclusive judgement until I've watched it several more times. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPGfqafdg4bIQUWH3EisLv35fPfKG-k36V2vzmPyW3twMP5TY-6FNdFj_rr9M9-o0Mx4CgDd2b6RZf5ytdh5lP08walDNHRcj8HzXQASZySinNYgQ1uT5bCTtwDtpUGYYYlsV-1bq-tmRELEvd_0T8tXGjI2Pqp6mg9EEMYPFzNv-mbvnh95MAl-Hy5s/s1230/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.16.05%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="1230" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPGfqafdg4bIQUWH3EisLv35fPfKG-k36V2vzmPyW3twMP5TY-6FNdFj_rr9M9-o0Mx4CgDd2b6RZf5ytdh5lP08walDNHRcj8HzXQASZySinNYgQ1uT5bCTtwDtpUGYYYlsV-1bq-tmRELEvd_0T8tXGjI2Pqp6mg9EEMYPFzNv-mbvnh95MAl-Hy5s/w400-h300/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.16.05%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Web (1947)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Gangsters, molls, lawyers, cops, ex-cons, patsys, bodyguards, guns, embezzlement, seduction and murder all have their part to play in this web of intrigue. The Web's a nifty little crime-thriller that wouldn't be out of place if it started turning up in best 50 or 100 noir lists. Stars <b>Ella Raines</b>, Eddy Obrien, Billy Bendix and Vinny Price.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXrUidBRNpwfZtpdd6TkVqA3dgZrlHj1ZeInSUkhgrxlDYrY-X4wMgsoNcKmzRGcBM-qjEHErxrfOYjCu1Fg1G0AAbmdAmVkykT16Hy0RLx6Gt3_ReNbAH6iBLFfYsFIA4gcrB9SoEAy_pIYSb9dU63n1unPNZ62b14_w0-Hj7TgLMhTzdRN9IIJ2qfk/s720/The_Unsuspected_Warner_Archive_DVD_00649.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXrUidBRNpwfZtpdd6TkVqA3dgZrlHj1ZeInSUkhgrxlDYrY-X4wMgsoNcKmzRGcBM-qjEHErxrfOYjCu1Fg1G0AAbmdAmVkykT16Hy0RLx6Gt3_ReNbAH6iBLFfYsFIA4gcrB9SoEAy_pIYSb9dU63n1unPNZ62b14_w0-Hj7TgLMhTzdRN9IIJ2qfk/w400-h300/The_Unsuspected_Warner_Archive_DVD_00649.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Unsuspected (1947)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">All the unbelievably meticulous set design, lavish costumery, brilliantly detailed lighting and sophisticated art of camerawork where each scene is framed like an art masterpiece (a highpoint in noir cinematography to be sure) can't quite save this bloated tale. It all just gets too highfalutin becoming tedious. Where say the highly stylised and conceptual vision of <b>Nightmare Alley</b> from the same year is pulled off with supreme conviction, creating an elevated pop culture artefact, the same can't be said for this similarly ambitious project. The lesson here is sometimes less is more and good scripts are important. However many noir fanatics will defend this flick and claim it as the most under-appreciated in the noir catalogue.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjJvI9tHpNNuSrMUHMCZ83Bd-wYoonCf85fYTEibqQhM1K9XQaRYxezi8N1xMDW9j7PdKvixusiiHONwGD9pPuZkqjM5Yfs-hJQJRxAXR9jp9KxTY4Fec9liyK2ilGIi5mYh6XWsgKVLaTra9Lay3K2PkBsx3X4H2DgEIotL0y1W2u2JGNtGcpzqGo50/s1260/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-31%20at%2011.51.24%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="1260" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjJvI9tHpNNuSrMUHMCZ83Bd-wYoonCf85fYTEibqQhM1K9XQaRYxezi8N1xMDW9j7PdKvixusiiHONwGD9pPuZkqjM5Yfs-hJQJRxAXR9jp9KxTY4Fec9liyK2ilGIi5mYh6XWsgKVLaTra9Lay3K2PkBsx3X4H2DgEIotL0y1W2u2JGNtGcpzqGo50/w400-h288/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-31%20at%2011.51.24%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Police Story (1985)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Holy shite this classic <b>Jackie Chan</b> action-comedy has some of the most miraculous feats in action cinema history. Iconic scenes include a car chase down a hill that destroys an entire shanty town in the process, Jackie hanging on to a speeding double decker bus with just an umbrella, the wholesale destruction of a department store and more. So much broken glass. Breaking glass was a big deal in 80s Hong Kong action cinema and we are presented with virtuoso smash-age of glass in <i>Police Story</i>. Phew that's just the action side of things... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9FRbsm5AcV3QHZ_bMQFILngx_QCzUvhEwtNgn057xeoQnCTsQpszSJqPtcNjbl4xQgpPPmvO5Hc3l344h4HYAtbV-4yfDY1F3QR15IVIMuX4YIWh91p8KIov2usLSuLEqH0hIGamElSES3CcE9pX1agMO9l3nPyK0aQPuHHUAe-u5vLKRQ0jL4IqjYA/s450/450_cropped__pat_44_the_fourth_victim_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="191" data-original-width="450" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9FRbsm5AcV3QHZ_bMQFILngx_QCzUvhEwtNgn057xeoQnCTsQpszSJqPtcNjbl4xQgpPPmvO5Hc3l344h4HYAtbV-4yfDY1F3QR15IVIMuX4YIWh91p8KIov2usLSuLEqH0hIGamElSES3CcE9pX1agMO9l3nPyK0aQPuHHUAe-u5vLKRQ0jL4IqjYA/w400-h170/450_cropped__pat_44_the_fourth_victim_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Fourth Victim (1971)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bizzaro murder mystery starring <b>Carrol Baker</b> with great psychedelic baroque lounge score from the maestro Piero Umiliani. I guess it has just enough elements to qualify as a Spanish giallo: It's set in London, Carrol Baker, a body count, a gay priest, a bumbling detective, meaningful paintings, an amateur sleuth, many a red herring, inheritances, mansions with spiral staircases, an insane asylum, a cemetery and more. Although it lacks the stylish explicit sex and violence delirium of the greatest gialli, it's still a curiosity well worth a look. For of murder mystery, gialli and Baker fans. Look out for dubbed Spanish detective's interesting accent that's sometimes Welsh sometimes Scottish sometimes English and sometimes some kind of gumbo European god knows what.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDonUVH3wkKH5jWtIzddhxD9U-wP9s7Hrchdmj9LTpTITvYowRVSTS7eSqHaMEZzK78cHjnam0LHvn5eWKbJHngt5Mfzx_ouKbebspE083SHx7aPALQ5dYTBWybD5A35te02wwxRI8t9ceO2v6_iJQ-WvZiBXyxnSo9a6vvuYf77UEfGAD3eR8AfyclpY/s1384/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-01%20at%208.59.03%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="1384" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDonUVH3wkKH5jWtIzddhxD9U-wP9s7Hrchdmj9LTpTITvYowRVSTS7eSqHaMEZzK78cHjnam0LHvn5eWKbJHngt5Mfzx_ouKbebspE083SHx7aPALQ5dYTBWybD5A35te02wwxRI8t9ceO2v6_iJQ-WvZiBXyxnSo9a6vvuYf77UEfGAD3eR8AfyclpY/w400-h230/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-01%20at%208.59.03%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizH4112X9FqJK6ahimxs3t6hzLboodSKfGPPnA-JGUc0FzLPPmiPcFGw40o9JxgbJEV_FY_G5CcMGo-zHY-CpDyBaJnrcgYd7rMBIFwRtYabaiduvguam_tvX1Xt3GNJtC73dB4G6rrioFsCMgS3BOAZ5I3mxQ_BfrTmnsfy9y4bcNEyTh-qiEmwdtRzU/s1808/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-01%20at%208.57.55%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="1808" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizH4112X9FqJK6ahimxs3t6hzLboodSKfGPPnA-JGUc0FzLPPmiPcFGw40o9JxgbJEV_FY_G5CcMGo-zHY-CpDyBaJnrcgYd7rMBIFwRtYabaiduvguam_tvX1Xt3GNJtC73dB4G6rrioFsCMgS3BOAZ5I3mxQ_BfrTmnsfy9y4bcNEyTh-qiEmwdtRzU/w400-h220/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-01%20at%208.57.55%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Snake In The Eagles Shadow (1978)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ace old school chop-socky from <b>Yuen Woo-ping</b> starring <b>Jackie Chan</b> and <b>Pai Chang Tien</b>. No guns or swords here just superior bare handed kung-fu fighting with an ace story too. Classic tropes of kung fu master and student training montage and battles with rival kung fu schools are somehow mysteriously fresh to this day despite probably being cliches by 1978. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Martial Arts action comedy doesn't get better than this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0cPc0A4SgPxU1VHK7gkG_QgkSWgoumcxO8Uudaw93bsFvENCUdeZDdrWFmoQbv9pShvqptB5JLX34WQ7c_lhtIq0WkYAR_AIcUOq9AXx6xLVcJHfE-MxE6gqVxhUhMp7sRtSCS0vzU5PBWd1yRbQ9H_796JKYPM6zaKAVLd4ylAz-5sfPt4xtG-RE9c/s1756/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-02%20at%203.08.38%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="1756" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0cPc0A4SgPxU1VHK7gkG_QgkSWgoumcxO8Uudaw93bsFvENCUdeZDdrWFmoQbv9pShvqptB5JLX34WQ7c_lhtIq0WkYAR_AIcUOq9AXx6xLVcJHfE-MxE6gqVxhUhMp7sRtSCS0vzU5PBWd1yRbQ9H_796JKYPM6zaKAVLd4ylAz-5sfPt4xtG-RE9c/w400-h246/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-02%20at%203.08.38%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Yes Madam! (1985)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">More golden Hong Kong action straight from the vhs shelves. Stars our Miss Moomba 1984 <b>Michelle Yeoh</b> as the spunky copper <i>Inspector Ng</i> who is joined by Scotland Yard's inspector <i>Carrie Morris</i> (<b>Cynthia Rothrock</b>) to fight Triad gangsters, corrupt businessmen and petty thieves.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's ladies night and two stars are born right here in the same film. <i>Yes Madam!</i> is Michelle Yeoh's first ever starring lead role and to top it off she did most of her own stunts. The producers loved Cynthia Rothrock so much they scrapped the male lead role and rewrote the script with Rothrock now as the the co-star along with Yeoh.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is where western action tropes meet far eastern action tropes to make a primo pop culture moment. Includes spectacular death defying stunts with some prime glass shattering. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I saw <b>Yes Madam!</b> described as ridiculous in an attempt at a negative put down. What this reviewer left out was that it is GLORIOUSLY ridiculous. This is (over the) top echelon absurd action fun. The older I get the more meaningful a a movie like this becomes. I often think "Why was I being such a tool all into serious cinema wankery in my teens and 20s when there was so much more fun to be had watching something like this?" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think that maybe I think all the modern era set 80s Hong Kong action movies mentioned in this post are some of the greatest films ever made. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*Don't get me wrong I was hardly into serious tosser things all the time. It's just the fact that I was into wanky seriousness at all that disturbs me. None of it was integral to me in the end like say Albert Camus' books were. Fun is very important for the human soul way more than any kind of "Oh yes but I like intellectual high brow stuff because it makes me so much better, more smug and smarter than you" or "Oh action comedy that's just cheap junk food entertainment. I like a film to give my brain some nourishment" The funny thing is the most nourishing thing I can think of (in regard to art) is enjoying yourself. The giddy fun to be had watching these pictures is a gift. Quite often they would spend over five or six months making these things, putting their bodies in harms way, all just so we could have a good time. So I think we need to cherish the effort and lengths these legends went to.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">**Don't get me wrong I think Ingmar Bergman and Peter Greenaway are a lotta fun... what I'm trying to say is I hate snobbery directed towards films such as <b>Corey Yuen</b>'s <i>Yes Madam! </i>or<i> Righting Wrongs</i> because they are just as worthy as whatever boring middlebrow nonsense is currently occupying the <i>Sight And Sound</i> top 100.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheb-dGC-ddQP5Ss1VVwSBMpgsPW1HlZ-ZIJVbNxOgUHYH38oPq0VJPAJIZHnKshDedQK-vVuRwFGmwdb053pDG1FR92IxDCuulovRiz15lEODve-hTDaPap20UBSE_nW5InQ5oONE7-rKIkm1oEMzl6243IGJlAeNLiJwnmjSGKGPib5taCYtYFV_Duk/s425/425__28__dragons_forver_blu-ray___blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="234" data-original-width="425" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheb-dGC-ddQP5Ss1VVwSBMpgsPW1HlZ-ZIJVbNxOgUHYH38oPq0VJPAJIZHnKshDedQK-vVuRwFGmwdb053pDG1FR92IxDCuulovRiz15lEODve-hTDaPap20UBSE_nW5InQ5oONE7-rKIkm1oEMzl6243IGJlAeNLiJwnmjSGKGPib5taCYtYFV_Duk/w400-h220/425__28__dragons_forver_blu-ray___blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Dragons Forever (1988) </b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Legendary Hong Kong trio <b>Biao Yuen, Sammo Hung </b>and<b> Jackie Chan</b> star in this primo 80s action-comedy, plenty of 80s kung fu, comedy, absurdity and romance too. The ladies are <b>Deannie Yip, Pauline Yeaung</b> and <b>Crystal Kwok</b> and among the many villains are <b>Wah Yuen</b> and <i>Temple of Doom</i>'s <b>Roy Chiao</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A bunch of baddies running a chemical plant are polluting a fish farm which is upsetting some very foxy ladies: Let the shenanigans begin. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Entertainment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjyXJTicW0sJzzSYewAa974f2qB49veBrxJG5ctD4ELNbjCUCxlvr1IZNjwPWj5LcrV1NmBJycYyVa2f5mMvJDic-c026HRnYldU_1upcfxTlJGgQEjMuxvCDPCmg3mU8PdfNzeIdVzt28SkVuzTdbCF_Z87cr_2yvyOvKT3qqMK-JNvgZHz-IMoxE94/s1050/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.37.20%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="694" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjyXJTicW0sJzzSYewAa974f2qB49veBrxJG5ctD4ELNbjCUCxlvr1IZNjwPWj5LcrV1NmBJycYyVa2f5mMvJDic-c026HRnYldU_1upcfxTlJGgQEjMuxvCDPCmg3mU8PdfNzeIdVzt28SkVuzTdbCF_Z87cr_2yvyOvKT3qqMK-JNvgZHz-IMoxE94/w265-h400/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.37.20%20pm.png" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Victim aka Lighning Kung-Fu (1980)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Insane Sammo Hung classic. One man's virtuous cheek turning is pushed to the absolute limits. Will he finally succumb to his violent vengeful urges or remain a craven pussy? While this is supreme Sammo Hung comedy kung-fu fighting entertainment, it is also philosophically fascinating. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Fatty</i> (<b>Sammo Hung</b>) shows up and pesters <i>Chun-yau</i> (<b>Bryan Leung</b>) to teach him his superior brand of kung-fu. An adopted orphan <i>Chun-yau</i> is now an adult kung-fu master but he and his wife are on the run from his resentful and rape-y step brother <i>Cho-wing</i> so he can't be bothered with <i>Fatty</i>'s requests. Quite an intricate and convoluted but not hard to follow story unfolds from there which will have you on the edge of your seat right up until the very last second.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcnHKEpfoy7y5wvwEUdY65kBHhdZl8R21xQWr6TWZt-kb_Y_BntBSAf1COjqs8WaN1XHqUC3LaVd4qJ_RHzCANnyDRNr-DUa4Rsv9Iolj45I80l28jaH_ejKClmEXOYzl-0q3aId7IO1H9jqESsM0fgnOccjf4p8y5h_qS3r9n1Qziodm1oBKPbZRo0c/s1044/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.29.49%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1044" data-original-width="724" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcnHKEpfoy7y5wvwEUdY65kBHhdZl8R21xQWr6TWZt-kb_Y_BntBSAf1COjqs8WaN1XHqUC3LaVd4qJ_RHzCANnyDRNr-DUa4Rsv9Iolj45I80l28jaH_ejKClmEXOYzl-0q3aId7IO1H9jqESsM0fgnOccjf4p8y5h_qS3r9n1Qziodm1oBKPbZRo0c/w278-h400/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.29.49%20pm.png" width="278" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhTYu1bN9WdF6O7DqpG5bscg8JcYBFBx0AEC7uR3p4nW-9SknXyDLtb7d1qLAho6D9b0dlaBv__4ufeYr0z2Y_IDhI0kKs2I8lDyws1vvQ12JfeQsuMu2nFePsF1EeZVTC4PIjiUDQux_FqhiVRCcjf634m5_KrY12zV9mrizEZIaD2M_134QTWnTawc/s1424/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.28.11%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1424" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhTYu1bN9WdF6O7DqpG5bscg8JcYBFBx0AEC7uR3p4nW-9SknXyDLtb7d1qLAho6D9b0dlaBv__4ufeYr0z2Y_IDhI0kKs2I8lDyws1vvQ12JfeQsuMu2nFePsF1EeZVTC4PIjiUDQux_FqhiVRCcjf634m5_KrY12zV9mrizEZIaD2M_134QTWnTawc/w400-h216/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.28.11%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Invincible Armour (1977)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kung-fu cult classic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Am I really going to convince somebody to watch this? If you're into 70s kung-fu you've seen it. If you're a neophyte to 70s kung-fu you will soon see it. Otherwise you probably don't care and never will.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Invincible Armour</i> is about murder, corruption and ultimately a battle between the iron armour and iron finger kung-fu techniques. Set in the historical era with mucho white hair, moustache, beard and ultimate eyebrow action. Often surprising and innovative.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Interesting that 80s Hong Kong superstars <b>Yuen Biao</b> and <b>Corey Yuen</b> appear here in early roles as assassins. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GtyVcyjK4w5WS2_X3TTJpDNSIvhxzORdvODjQjvcaXIjdVj8-O8MhIc5LrgHtSx_hJm965WcICkvs6Ky60YJXFa4ewoHfBoYocXdrrdDAhZheSMtni7bdfanWT9wwLSmwT7tA9g16I4BFa9tYkYvPSm_1Zvieadnu27cftnIK7mQ-L4bD5Vf1GygY8Y/s1220/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.45.53%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1220" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GtyVcyjK4w5WS2_X3TTJpDNSIvhxzORdvODjQjvcaXIjdVj8-O8MhIc5LrgHtSx_hJm965WcICkvs6Ky60YJXFa4ewoHfBoYocXdrrdDAhZheSMtni7bdfanWT9wwLSmwT7tA9g16I4BFa9tYkYvPSm_1Zvieadnu27cftnIK7mQ-L4bD5Vf1GygY8Y/w400-h284/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-04%20at%2010.45.53%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Stagecoach (1939)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I just randomly pressed play on this on Prime late one night because it was too hot and I couldn't sleep. So I wasn't expecting much but ended up loving every single thing about it. For a start the film belongs to the ultimate drunk film character <i>Doc Boone</i> depicted by <b>Thomas Mitchell</b> in a virtuoso performance. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then out of nowhere a young and handsome <b>John Wayne</b> shows up. Yes I said young and handsome. Contrary to popular belief Wayne wasn't always an old fat cunt. I mean Stagecoach is twenty years prior to Rio Bravo. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A motley crew assemble to take part in a treacherous stagecoach journey bound for New Mexico. More misfits climb aboard along the way. There will be babies, battles with Apache (In an incredible feat of action cinema), spectacular south-west scenery, romance, death, revenge and freedom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's all about the ensemble cast who all get a bit of a go at the limelight. Actually the focus of the film continuously switches. It's more like a bunch of vignettes patched together for ultimate crowd pleasing entertainment. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*That's a great idea for a post: The best acted drunks in cinema and tv ever. It's a tough call but off the top of my head for best drunk ever would be the very very very drunk guy from <b>The Fast Show </b>played by comic genius Paul Whitehouse, Robin Weigert's phenomenal portrayal of <i>Calamity Jane</i> in <b>Deadwood (TV series)</b> or<i> Doc Boone</i> here. Obviously I've missed a whole lot of people maybe I'll come back to this...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkuinYmnF6TSk1UEx7yyEi6GOl1bD-wdV_peFm1ojEqtVOMu-UNFsa2fnWpbyPwc2VHF_wZ4CldxNUmzUhABvtXOy4JAhCwvxo8tgOwFC3L6AeeatL9DPXrpRwHSG6285F0ELRUVmYiw15INN-XBkYzmVlyHGzWGXnAtRyqLZwyPlqyAdHb1QpijTxbU/s850/850__cropped_02_righting_wrong_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="850" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkuinYmnF6TSk1UEx7yyEi6GOl1bD-wdV_peFm1ojEqtVOMu-UNFsa2fnWpbyPwc2VHF_wZ4CldxNUmzUhABvtXOy4JAhCwvxo8tgOwFC3L6AeeatL9DPXrpRwHSG6285F0ELRUVmYiw15INN-XBkYzmVlyHGzWGXnAtRyqLZwyPlqyAdHb1QpijTxbU/w400-h216/850__cropped_02_righting_wrong_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjayU9dvlP1ToFBmKrg5kvM_z7XnDUkKRMvLJrZapaCo8ihSo3SBM2UnUO6OlmMBoEV9wCI_ywrteWP_86hZoQEK9y2-SlIBbenSZkTSciAZRsp2i6-ugN8_4Eeis5q1h5gKr3q_NCMFk_dsVYv6upD6r7xacypCfAkPDH14J9K9NbFUxjhUalqZ3MNA/s1614/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-05%20at%203.05.53%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1614" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjayU9dvlP1ToFBmKrg5kvM_z7XnDUkKRMvLJrZapaCo8ihSo3SBM2UnUO6OlmMBoEV9wCI_ywrteWP_86hZoQEK9y2-SlIBbenSZkTSciAZRsp2i6-ugN8_4Eeis5q1h5gKr3q_NCMFk_dsVYv6upD6r7xacypCfAkPDH14J9K9NbFUxjhUalqZ3MNA/w400-h256/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-05%20at%203.05.53%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Righting Wrongs </b>aka <b>Above The Law (1986)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">More OTT 80s Hong Kong action straight from the vhs shelves. <i>Inspector Cindy</i> (<b>Cynthia Rothrock</b>) is put on prosecuting lawyer gone vigilante (<b>Yuen Biao</b>) case. Eventually though they both end up fighting the real criminals, the corrupt and gangster Hong Kong police force and judiciary. I dunno how many wrongs are righted but a whole lotta entertaining wrong happens. No safe spaces here, children will be killed (not in real life in the movie) in the name of entertainment. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Look out for terrific champagne comedy turn of father & son cop duo <i>Bad Egg</i> (Director <b>Corey Yuen</b>) and <i>Uncle Tsai</i> (<b>Wu Ma</b>). They steal the show for a moment. I wish they'd made an entire spin off franchise with this hilarious duo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">SPOILER ALERT</div><div style="text-align: left;">This movie really could have been called <b>Everybody Dies</b>, although if you got that blu-ray 18 months back you can now choose a different ending where at least one if not two of your main protagonists live! I can't bring myself to watch those versions as it would ruin one of the most nihilistic Hong Kong's action comedies of all time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Late Night Movie Of The Week.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9lXnYeGBOgIjT908vmvZdVUi_WvciCvmiaZ7oNXr4Cd1Vn1mAVOoNoWJR5sYIJ4_6YPFco1kN-Ml0MsBDjkJHQRulCkLGlyMjs41OlfpqTQPeRGf2cdtXFh4yibzUYaQOyk9RRFOWVkETenBcK5kmDXHhKKRkD9Fedqe8hg2F-LPBygbHZzM52MD49A/s960/960_cropped_large_02_film_noir_dark_side_cinema_6_blu-ray__blu-ray_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="689" data-original-width="960" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9lXnYeGBOgIjT908vmvZdVUi_WvciCvmiaZ7oNXr4Cd1Vn1mAVOoNoWJR5sYIJ4_6YPFco1kN-Ml0MsBDjkJHQRulCkLGlyMjs41OlfpqTQPeRGf2cdtXFh4yibzUYaQOyk9RRFOWVkETenBcK5kmDXHhKKRkD9Fedqe8hg2F-LPBygbHZzM52MD49A/w400-h288/960_cropped_large_02_film_noir_dark_side_cinema_6_blu-ray__blu-ray_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Singapore (1947)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Spectacular noir black and white cinematography with all the right moody lighting and supreme shadows. More than anything this movie is a vibe of unsettling exotic humid ambience where everything could go troppo at any given moment. So it's a shame the story can't match this wonderfully realised setting. It can never live up to the actors of the main protagonists recent previous noir highpoints ie. <b>Ava Gardener</b> in <i>The Killers</i> or <b>Fred McMurray</b> in <i>Double indemnity.</i><i> Casablanca</i> is a touchstone which the entire movie seems to be trying to emulate innit. Still it's not terrible, well worth a look to soak in the meticulously created atmosphere and the charismatic charms of the cast. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pearl smuggler (Fred McMurray) heads back to Singapore after the war to pick up his jewellery stash only to find his fiancee (Ava Gardener) isn't even dead she just has a bad case of amnesia. Events unfold from there. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1OHQ3eZns5-lHAlTNb1RBZnHOu_Fx7U5j3rtHZxf4lLogBk5gdQ3PCUeNKnKU7A5jkUT_6iK3GG6oQuFEL1yQp4iNI4hIVOPu6taefIc97oMwwbbcq4YRglZVEpeEOWSgJ8ont-pa-XWsiBwKkvuxPwMZHdvEslZl_-CmGd7wVvNhUESewmtIj7oFkY/s1472/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-05%20at%2011.58.41%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1472" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1OHQ3eZns5-lHAlTNb1RBZnHOu_Fx7U5j3rtHZxf4lLogBk5gdQ3PCUeNKnKU7A5jkUT_6iK3GG6oQuFEL1yQp4iNI4hIVOPu6taefIc97oMwwbbcq4YRglZVEpeEOWSgJ8ont-pa-XWsiBwKkvuxPwMZHdvEslZl_-CmGd7wVvNhUESewmtIj7oFkY/w400-h285/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-05%20at%2011.58.41%20pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQFOgNJKP2uOx8efpRHlJqnFJL1qsyOGvO2ftA7u87p0-CKNG8CWIQWchFdbsrrDPWaHMLKSwoITIo1cq1SgA6qtAlvl39txVg5Zhv2Zr72Qx7Wv3aJ15oJQQ6WXJz5KP7hOyL0c61hvXiojx12bpZPKq36YUU3Lhow1BYj9CDNP9Puah_Yn4gvqTo0A/s960/960__01_the_lady_gambles_blu-ray___.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="960" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQFOgNJKP2uOx8efpRHlJqnFJL1qsyOGvO2ftA7u87p0-CKNG8CWIQWchFdbsrrDPWaHMLKSwoITIo1cq1SgA6qtAlvl39txVg5Zhv2Zr72Qx7Wv3aJ15oJQQ6WXJz5KP7hOyL0c61hvXiojx12bpZPKq36YUU3Lhow1BYj9CDNP9Puah_Yn4gvqTo0A/w400-h293/960__01_the_lady_gambles_blu-ray___.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>The Lady Gambles (1949)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Starring Barbara Stanwyck: The odds are stacked in your favour!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Does it even matter about the plot?...You're watching this for <b>Barbara Stanwyck</b> and all that entails. The mastery in which she inhabits a character and the way she intricately projects those characteristics onto the screen. It just so happens this one is quite complex despite the simplicity of the message here that "gambling is bad bad bad!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Joan (<b>Barbara Stanwyck</b>) goes on a downward spiral, an upward spiral, rinse and repeat until a brutal beating in a back alley one dark night and that ain't no spoiler that's the end that they showed at the start (like many a noir classic). This roller coaster of the trials and tribulations of a gambler is never less than a riveting portrait of such a lifestyle. We get the yin and yang of dark glamour depicted in casinos, race tracks, The Hoover Dam, backroom gambling dens, rolling dice, Mexico, Las Vegas, swanky hotel rooms, seedy poker games, back alleys etc. Not strictly noir, is anything?, <i>The Lady Gambles</i> is more like a melodramatic women's message flick with noir aspects. Stanwyck's performance is prime Stanwyck. Hey the rest of the cast can't help but be elevated too. She must have had an inspirational affect on her fellow actors.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-30197783225379618172023-12-28T00:37:00.034+11:002024-03-16T12:11:29.583+11:00More On Movies...The Return<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBjLNhnqKW8Bw0zsllNbM826T-NBU5trMB6mMx-APGwHVmRM64RrIA4QZcHROa9X2PjIfhRmlEliYI-Evgk6x7iDE388v_xZLkaQnMrI1QeBBZX-0Buk2RN0O_j1_gMwRFQiHYKiP2gwsRGE9ucFutu5dYzLJkXwrvEcQyqT61T5UrgpFr_AJu8QTru8/s1188/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-28%20at%2012.28.36%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1188" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBjLNhnqKW8Bw0zsllNbM826T-NBU5trMB6mMx-APGwHVmRM64RrIA4QZcHROa9X2PjIfhRmlEliYI-Evgk6x7iDE388v_xZLkaQnMrI1QeBBZX-0Buk2RN0O_j1_gMwRFQiHYKiP2gwsRGE9ucFutu5dYzLJkXwrvEcQyqT61T5UrgpFr_AJu8QTru8/w400-h241/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-28%20at%2012.28.36%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*A couple of weeks ago all of a sudden I had an appetite for watching movies again. In the last two years I probably only watched about twenty films until this new burst of interest occurred. I have the great man <b>David Lynch</b> to thank for my renewed enthusiasm for all things moving pictures. I should really have two blogs, one for music and one for movies. If I can recall how to create a new blog I might just do that when inspiration hits. I feel like I have to relearn how to write about movies. Like what is actually of specific interest about a movie that I need to write about it? I'll figure it out soon enough hopefully. For now here's a tentative attempt to write some words on what I've been watching. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4O3QTkEnXvPLUoPoU2-L9PnCOtXEzrHTiCJ3Z2U1y8j4wV9Y_9hKG699nCFLz9-Naa4zMsQd6VNfA7H_r4t0DoEvl8azeLT16U36-xtbRbk_-lAyJ4_2CgTfJ-Kf3Iyjf2lu0xMlv-oYr1hBev4jIZKB3dSPi8hjBP04jhq311XsZF1GQGuvuUrvdbo/s838/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-01%20at%204.34.56%20pm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="652" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4O3QTkEnXvPLUoPoU2-L9PnCOtXEzrHTiCJ3Z2U1y8j4wV9Y_9hKG699nCFLz9-Naa4zMsQd6VNfA7H_r4t0DoEvl8azeLT16U36-xtbRbk_-lAyJ4_2CgTfJ-Kf3Iyjf2lu0xMlv-oYr1hBev4jIZKB3dSPi8hjBP04jhq311XsZF1GQGuvuUrvdbo/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-01%20at%204.34.56%20pm.png" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>The Legend of Billie Jean (1986)</b><div>Inspirational teen rebel flick or absolutely retarded absurd nonsense? An ever expanding range of tones and bonkers-ness is revealed with each new scene giving the film a constant state of fluxion. This is not uninteresting however I am wondering if this avant-garde effect is perhaps an unintentional consequence of incompetent film-making. <br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "New York", "serif"; font-size: 16px;"><span face="Verdana, "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 10pt;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGqv6eok83hlHJ75GQp6DhyUYrJfimlp6uAOSEq-qvGF9FIB9_NqeO_cLx9tUrFxAPfMQVgKgF1S6oY9FZ0ICP-KL8kOXrra09LrXRcNW0PJ9lLnxvBUzJrnri_Ks7MmFXP3fxwim9dGtD_nUbk3HTBpRSdv80B-KWtod74_YntftcmtSlf0sUk0JN8I/s422/425___pat_15_house_by_the_river_blu-ray___blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="422" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGqv6eok83hlHJ75GQp6DhyUYrJfimlp6uAOSEq-qvGF9FIB9_NqeO_cLx9tUrFxAPfMQVgKgF1S6oY9FZ0ICP-KL8kOXrra09LrXRcNW0PJ9lLnxvBUzJrnri_Ks7MmFXP3fxwim9dGtD_nUbk3HTBpRSdv80B-KWtod74_YntftcmtSlf0sUk0JN8I/w400-h290/425___pat_15_house_by_the_river_blu-ray___blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJSAAzCL98OvDNi6QPKAwOKvZIKo8NDs634wPADhpzflc2PJKiGJ7ri4fDy9eLTt89bSb-YWAwCz6FFaIOUO8ajzU1Mh4ouelE0mzkyB3wYeOZoLOi3tM3XxdDVY6jsT2UjEozrkDbhX3xSyqysVvzkWnQtCl4M9bcvx5S-efVwrFM99hPSdY4fyYdME/s760/house%20wild%20sidePDVD_010.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="760" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJSAAzCL98OvDNi6QPKAwOKvZIKo8NDs634wPADhpzflc2PJKiGJ7ri4fDy9eLTt89bSb-YWAwCz6FFaIOUO8ajzU1Mh4ouelE0mzkyB3wYeOZoLOi3tM3XxdDVY6jsT2UjEozrkDbhX3xSyqysVvzkWnQtCl4M9bcvx5S-efVwrFM99hPSdY4fyYdME/w400-h304/house%20wild%20sidePDVD_010.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>House By The River (1950)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Melodramatic murder mystery Victorian noir. This is an underrated <b>Fritz Lang</b> film from his American noir era. There is a pretty good gloomy atmosphere and dreamlike vision here. <i>House By The River</i> is a masterclass in noir cinematography with its moonlit rivers, shadowy corridors, sinister silhouettes, ominous skies, dimly lit staircases, curtains ghostly rustling and more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAQm38HAFzpVSlKb_rdhib02ublL0tLPKFKOJLLwuSuh3JXBCk6MWcKMhBSL2KDrnMmYUb_7mFWYadVL2CGFkzpFJfikJMgjbdOxtZZI1UZweBR8Uew2DURQP0QP3j6BUX7QIRarcSTZ1vKbN1Wzev3toxi_FkLHCJZfb8gSqMeK-WPzUFyjFUdFkg4o/s768/clouded_yellow_CI90335168030058795lola_montes_blu-ray.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="768" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAQm38HAFzpVSlKb_rdhib02ublL0tLPKFKOJLLwuSuh3JXBCk6MWcKMhBSL2KDrnMmYUb_7mFWYadVL2CGFkzpFJfikJMgjbdOxtZZI1UZweBR8Uew2DURQP0QP3j6BUX7QIRarcSTZ1vKbN1Wzev3toxi_FkLHCJZfb8gSqMeK-WPzUFyjFUdFkg4o/w400-h300/clouded_yellow_CI90335168030058795lola_montes_blu-ray.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><b>The Clouded Yellow (1950)</b><div>Top fun ye olde British thriller. <i>Sophie</i> (<b>Jean Simmons</b>) is framed for murder alas she goes on the lam with the expert help of ex-spy/butterfly cataloguer <i>David </i>(<b>Trevor Howard</b>). Suspenseful cat and mouse shenanigans ensue right up until the rivetting climax. The title is naff but it's the name of a butterfly, still I would not have used this as the name of my film. However I do think it was a box office hit. In <i>The Clouded Yellow</i> they sit outside a country pub and later visit the lake district. It is an amazing time-capsule of mid century bucolic English life. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000;">MINI BARBARA STANWYCK FEST<br /></span></b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgER0RyCTxsJFIDqK3ViEM13hjpoM7kzGn4uadyofLUFi-JU_710CcPoRdVcBYpLRbIEvv0lyixOrZSS9SCe1uN6L_Yu23FPU-axL4A1DyFrEyLYisBMJL87wgKitCM5lEgEIvYOh1RlxK85q5bF06ehTJ7APAMPsblpvEd-jDHAj1ZehF2VCnF4a2mloQ/s960/960__02_the_lady_eve_blu-ray___.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="960" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgER0RyCTxsJFIDqK3ViEM13hjpoM7kzGn4uadyofLUFi-JU_710CcPoRdVcBYpLRbIEvv0lyixOrZSS9SCe1uN6L_Yu23FPU-axL4A1DyFrEyLYisBMJL87wgKitCM5lEgEIvYOh1RlxK85q5bF06ehTJ7APAMPsblpvEd-jDHAj1ZehF2VCnF4a2mloQ/w400-h290/960__02_the_lady_eve_blu-ray___.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>The Lady Eve (1941)</b></div><div>You wanna know what charisma is? Look no further than this performance from the incomparable Barbara Stanwyck. You can't take your eyes off her: Scintillating! </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know anything about the relationship between Stanwyck and writer/director <b>Preston Sturges</b> but it is hard to imagine that this dialogue could be performed by any other woman. Surely it was written with her in mind. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqeWScKKoJDYNky6EfaPDEAyMOgnlZGp-LNZUye51VaQu1ocs13_A2KUeticxjdeBxqE5Slni6msXujRuAG6AhafQhyS2WrbC64WR5IP9lkhDwygtv-ObnD6M-hLfnT0DWBjsXEWf6yiehBJOI8CKv0euzO8UPA6_5l7zbEfzMci-F5-mmxVPI0PxUbE/s960/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.40.13%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="960" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqeWScKKoJDYNky6EfaPDEAyMOgnlZGp-LNZUye51VaQu1ocs13_A2KUeticxjdeBxqE5Slni6msXujRuAG6AhafQhyS2WrbC64WR5IP9lkhDwygtv-ObnD6M-hLfnT0DWBjsXEWf6yiehBJOI8CKv0euzO8UPA6_5l7zbEfzMci-F5-mmxVPI0PxUbE/w400-h230/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.40.13%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><b><div><b><br /></b></div>Remember The Night (1940)</b></div><div>I thought this was going to be the greatest movie ever as this starts out the gate with a delicious premise of a prosecuting lawyer <i>Jack</i> (<b>Fred McMurray</b>) bailing out a bad arse jewellery thief <i>Lee </i>(<b>Barbara Stanwyck</b>) because it's Christmas. An entertaining chain of events ensue but by the time they get to Jack's country hometown in the sticks they start laying on the cheese thick and fast so as to become pretty unwatchable by the end. <b>Preston Sturges</b> would never allow his screenplays to be directed by anyone but himself after this debacle.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1Tf3-gViyJfGzNx8mKeRT3aGSPs4z_X3nXULdIuMKItkVR9SS81Dwwd9PdEqy7asqoF1VhXn5knUJI4ayhd5ZyTYIpGfLDnWdCo5MjOe3_WWnTkRzHajIvYfZ1df3oIegGfglpSz8JMiD_RR2GYfzgIyeCLFO6sR5aQ832LtFGpEQUTqkyX-SlRCI4E/s984/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.42.14%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="984" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1Tf3-gViyJfGzNx8mKeRT3aGSPs4z_X3nXULdIuMKItkVR9SS81Dwwd9PdEqy7asqoF1VhXn5knUJI4ayhd5ZyTYIpGfLDnWdCo5MjOe3_WWnTkRzHajIvYfZ1df3oIegGfglpSz8JMiD_RR2GYfzgIyeCLFO6sR5aQ832LtFGpEQUTqkyX-SlRCI4E/w400-h248/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.42.14%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>The Strange Loves Of Martha Ivers (1946)</b></div><div>Not quite top tier noir but well worth a look for the performances of <b>Barbara Stanwyck, Lizabeth Scott, Van Heflin </b>and<b> Kirk Douglas</b>. A bit bloated but a good yarn nonetheless.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEF-Zz3IiR6CAdkey0aTb-e1VKYz9Ii0B04jF8EAGL57JDM3UBJRaOXObQknTZA24JoB2lwgOSgvuc3uzVt9TepCxq53EY5zkDSBKdKtLan9trAulFqBbqRuA2z697T9EIB8n4_2Pe9Npho15_qcqgxNCNzqEj6rygv_cKB032lNbPLwGiKfVzwX7uC0/s964/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.48.49%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="964" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEF-Zz3IiR6CAdkey0aTb-e1VKYz9Ii0B04jF8EAGL57JDM3UBJRaOXObQknTZA24JoB2lwgOSgvuc3uzVt9TepCxq53EY5zkDSBKdKtLan9trAulFqBbqRuA2z697T9EIB8n4_2Pe9Npho15_qcqgxNCNzqEj6rygv_cKB032lNbPLwGiKfVzwX7uC0/w400-h224/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.48.49%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Baby Face (1933)</b></div></div><div>Pre-code Barbara Stanwyck gold. Flawless performance. It's incredible to think that they had really nailed talkies already as early as 1933. Baby Face is a fascinating portrait of <i>Lily Powers</i> (Stanwyck) rise from rags to riches. After an abusive childhood of being pimped out by her father during her her early teens <i>Lily</i> manages to accumulate considerable wealth as a young lady by using her feminine wiles to become a supreme gold digger. A morality and existential crisis ensues. </div><div><br /></div><div>Peak pre-code.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXe6skqxjFPYVk-Mhucu0-NTk5sTaSFhdS-1gWxNxNHLuk-rIvmgtL3i1UQJGErQcHeae3tPrvxMD6UHvdGx1ZpbAJ0kD1B1fNlg9hXu7Q9jl5aOvbvuH7aPAlggGIqlQY8wr1aWF5PwKvkKSjktCOKlxlEUen1qRpKGzRxeAXOdZFpjI3mgxKxJzjYw/s912/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.53.01%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="912" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXe6skqxjFPYVk-Mhucu0-NTk5sTaSFhdS-1gWxNxNHLuk-rIvmgtL3i1UQJGErQcHeae3tPrvxMD6UHvdGx1ZpbAJ0kD1B1fNlg9hXu7Q9jl5aOvbvuH7aPAlggGIqlQY8wr1aWF5PwKvkKSjktCOKlxlEUen1qRpKGzRxeAXOdZFpjI3mgxKxJzjYw/w400-h336/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%201.53.01%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Crime Of Passion (1956)</b></div><div>Below average crime/noir flick but if you love your Barbara Stanwyck it is still worth a look, even if it's just to see how she handles this unconvincing clanger of a role. Actually now that I think about it, it's unintentionally more entertaining than it should be due the dubious improbable script and her clunky character arc. Perhaps if Stanwyck had camped it up some <i>Crime Of Passion</i> would have become a cult classic like many of <b>Joan Crawford</b>'s starring vehicles of the same era later become. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-BQzviUgfSyJzWRQsQ5uu7gY2zEEucZ4vjtJe96N9Mr8xfFLbSNe882YZs9uPAzDZmLeK1nchi2444xgqug-HChjaMhO8SN3UbJGa-Gu2N1VgbNnshkrI4dTffKmd4oYzy8u_aYwb0mlpqBRQfdPa_zzzqejRXZGy7EJQLZ8kjCDDwUFX6keBlJdsZDk/s1256/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.08.59%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1256" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-BQzviUgfSyJzWRQsQ5uu7gY2zEEucZ4vjtJe96N9Mr8xfFLbSNe882YZs9uPAzDZmLeK1nchi2444xgqug-HChjaMhO8SN3UbJGa-Gu2N1VgbNnshkrI4dTffKmd4oYzy8u_aYwb0mlpqBRQfdPa_zzzqejRXZGy7EJQLZ8kjCDDwUFX6keBlJdsZDk/w400-h246/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.08.59%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: start;"><b>Storm Fear (1955)</b></div><div style="text-align: start;">Snowbound home invasion rural noir. How many of those are there? Also notable because <b>Dan Duryea</b> plays the good guy!</div><div><b><br /></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGgkyyINtplsgomZ2SQXOIip5hsGNHSV2KBO2N5WBv9dtWTeqKBkoFOmlUEIA9HAADpYhxAXke6UNVBI0Og83uAfBepDg5dA6yho56-aQDI5fUwFpBNP2bYsVETpgi23uEW4prLQMXL5d7gSQIABq19bkBjZV5rCRCVuxivjAmm5JmQP0tEsjndN2ZBo/s848/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%203.45.36%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="652" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGgkyyINtplsgomZ2SQXOIip5hsGNHSV2KBO2N5WBv9dtWTeqKBkoFOmlUEIA9HAADpYhxAXke6UNVBI0Og83uAfBepDg5dA6yho56-aQDI5fUwFpBNP2bYsVETpgi23uEW4prLQMXL5d7gSQIABq19bkBjZV5rCRCVuxivjAmm5JmQP0tEsjndN2ZBo/w308-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%203.45.36%20am.png" width="308" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Prequel to the 90s hit tv show <i><b>Twin Peaks</b></i> where we find out exactly what <i>Laura Palmer</i> was up to and how she reached her demise. An absolute nightmare of a film. This ain't no quirky whodunnit but an horrific depiction of the dark underbelly of idyllic Americana. <b>Sheryl Lee</b> who plays <i>Laura Palmer</i> puts in an all-time virtuoso acting performance like no other before or since. I'm so glad I revisited this flick. I had no idea my mind was not only going to change so much but be totally blown away. I Hated it when it came out. Hated it again in the 00s. Tried again in the early 10s and didn't like it. Now I think it's great, possibly the best thing <b>David Lynch</b> has ever done. It's like I'm seeing an entirely different film to the one I saw in 1992, quite a weird experience actually. I can't for the life of me imagine why I ever didn't think this was peak Lynch: Twin peaks really. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQD1o1FohLgKdhsAvwiP-hMsRNM5x4ysV0gNHa_chAtlncRY4iV5YqQVSPRXOOm0qYY2bDfmijBHn2pRb4bUu6nRebXiSxHK5DNuFXO5MSrbHsE6_EL_X65u-S1EJnASSJti0x7osx-r_nfkV4HTBextHqca1YN6HYr2CCgDCOLHQ_WMRW8uBNMdKTIE/s928/930__sunset_boulevard_blu-ray_02_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="928" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQD1o1FohLgKdhsAvwiP-hMsRNM5x4ysV0gNHa_chAtlncRY4iV5YqQVSPRXOOm0qYY2bDfmijBHn2pRb4bUu6nRebXiSxHK5DNuFXO5MSrbHsE6_EL_X65u-S1EJnASSJti0x7osx-r_nfkV4HTBextHqca1YN6HYr2CCgDCOLHQ_WMRW8uBNMdKTIE/w400-h290/930__sunset_boulevard_blu-ray_02_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Sunset Boulevard (1950)</b></div><div>A sordid cautionary Hollywood tale told with next level irony and cynicism. The mansion is an extraordinary feat in interior design. Dilapidated grandeur in excelcis in more ways than one. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEeVg_x8-xGBAtxWvqPtlAprhyphenhyphen9E2mc5mZe6OyZ8GarlKs4xM18cJR1M1l_TRheuSagCpE_AYl38dEIYsQ1yiWB4LPi7l0i-SYhVOvrai06Er8T2hWenTWcso1WYmdIKM0yuaN552dSvrz3Bzo4mVXpK7ty36dc91jJ7c8AReJnVTUAtgn8GupxKE0iY/s800/title_mulholland_drive_4K_UHD_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="800" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEeVg_x8-xGBAtxWvqPtlAprhyphenhyphen9E2mc5mZe6OyZ8GarlKs4xM18cJR1M1l_TRheuSagCpE_AYl38dEIYsQ1yiWB4LPi7l0i-SYhVOvrai06Er8T2hWenTWcso1WYmdIKM0yuaN552dSvrz3Bzo4mVXpK7ty36dc91jJ7c8AReJnVTUAtgn8GupxKE0iY/w400-h215/title_mulholland_drive_4K_UHD_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zQJ3zmnmn3i0LBYRzEnqtCfW_coHVB4l4Z0RtMPWoFqphckV4sYJs4bDNF7WkGAb2WT5N2OVdOap6BOmu44IYbeAWCbkFOSUnY3gBxfUl5iqiRsqcrtoenRdJ4Agg0FSglP6wUTLb1TLPaw0ztCCaPnZJm2zXpIq0nfYF80gIeeELe3aa1QD1hU_Abs/s450/450_cropped__pat_21_mulholland_dr_4K_UHD__4K_UHD__4k_UHD__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="450" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zQJ3zmnmn3i0LBYRzEnqtCfW_coHVB4l4Z0RtMPWoFqphckV4sYJs4bDNF7WkGAb2WT5N2OVdOap6BOmu44IYbeAWCbkFOSUnY3gBxfUl5iqiRsqcrtoenRdJ4Agg0FSglP6wUTLb1TLPaw0ztCCaPnZJm2zXpIq0nfYF80gIeeELe3aa1QD1hU_Abs/w400-h216/450_cropped__pat_21_mulholland_dr_4K_UHD__4K_UHD__4k_UHD__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9aq-Jhb_mQoyrB6nZ8xh7GIwUB6_fr_KxQjKm6rfuqv8KRiSzPApO_lnjVP8OGUDZOYA0YMSEe0wJePdIN8MOOfqp7Gt1dmU0UmV-yoJCPl_J-gL7MVSUmFgrp5XFXSy-okgOliBlq0UjgfzqQo-TT2kjcj37o5tJHOzkxGhpOEuJUyoQ5JKhPaK36o/s450/450_cropped__pat_37_mulholland_dr_4K_UHD__4K_UHD__4k_UHD__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="450" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9aq-Jhb_mQoyrB6nZ8xh7GIwUB6_fr_KxQjKm6rfuqv8KRiSzPApO_lnjVP8OGUDZOYA0YMSEe0wJePdIN8MOOfqp7Gt1dmU0UmV-yoJCPl_J-gL7MVSUmFgrp5XFXSy-okgOliBlq0UjgfzqQo-TT2kjcj37o5tJHOzkxGhpOEuJUyoQ5JKhPaK36o/w400-h216/450_cropped__pat_37_mulholland_dr_4K_UHD__4K_UHD__4k_UHD__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Mulholland Drive (2001)</b></div><div>The faux lesbian Hardy Boys go on a disturbing yet sumptuous psychedelic dream-logical trip into the nefarious heart of Hollywood. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stupendous film-making. </div><div><br /></div><div>Supreme entertainment. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuUAqkIIT_iWf_rk9TMugWxqpJ5nCxRRK2CiyWtEPJyoFly91H_7qopy_s6FU22zinsPPigWSSu6UiVPTUbXGRnEbcyHF6jdLwGRaGv5b5KLaAdvgLJn1eTXM272fB7aiZnpSibzfXZ_PadHFTG3Zidre5Ncx8gfEecirwWRQVcKH7IE5MX0LlSztJ8A/s800/title_laura_blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="800" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuUAqkIIT_iWf_rk9TMugWxqpJ5nCxRRK2CiyWtEPJyoFly91H_7qopy_s6FU22zinsPPigWSSu6UiVPTUbXGRnEbcyHF6jdLwGRaGv5b5KLaAdvgLJn1eTXM272fB7aiZnpSibzfXZ_PadHFTG3Zidre5Ncx8gfEecirwWRQVcKH7IE5MX0LlSztJ8A/w400-h301/title_laura_blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Laura (1944)</b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all know the cinematic greatness and the terrific plot twists and turns of <b><i>Laura</i></b>. But what about the fact that <i>Laura</i> (<b>Gene Tierney</b>) was basically a beard for her previous two suiters prior to <i>Mark</i> (<b>Dana Andrews</b>) coming along? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5AOUQ-EbuSWG2jjCw9k7P_54dyEbvvwyFSCl41KvsWEMcNDje7iBEnQfOg74w4g-wcvaw-R57EFitPu-CblX6C9OJjNsrpn9pgQxnYTbyDmB3by1zPdUxth6HrfdibNscs1KctQ3ELx0ryYXfxGNYFB1nIEXP1EUEcwJBHPcds28z6psQddM4eu2BXE/s1012/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.25.08%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1012" data-original-width="752" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5AOUQ-EbuSWG2jjCw9k7P_54dyEbvvwyFSCl41KvsWEMcNDje7iBEnQfOg74w4g-wcvaw-R57EFitPu-CblX6C9OJjNsrpn9pgQxnYTbyDmB3by1zPdUxth6HrfdibNscs1KctQ3ELx0ryYXfxGNYFB1nIEXP1EUEcwJBHPcds28z6psQddM4eu2BXE/w298-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-23%20at%202.25.08%20am.png" width="298" /></a></div><br /><b>Hard Boiled (1992)</b></div><div>Action. Action. Action. Just prior to moving to Hollywood <b>John Woo</b> directed <b>Chow Yun-Fat</b> and <b>Tony Leung Chiu-wai</b> in this OTT dazzling 90s Hong Kong classic. While the last half an hour set in a hospital is one of the most famous set pieces in action cinema history my favourite part is the teahouse scene. The teahouse shootout scene begins with the violence of boiling hot kettles being thrust into the faces of the baddies, which is uniquely brutal, visceral and sensationally cinematic, then all hell breaks loose. Next Chow does that memorable sliding down the banister whilst shooting two pistols thing. Legendary.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Z_SaMtpQwtXWkSc3Un31GnVhR4LSAABU3ozksXvy8mLlgcBy14Xh2VXsfiMNjzvHELfzUX2u1UggBqT37gFCJu9xw86z9g4D3t3bQ-Xafzv42Coyrpg7La0UJbHB-w-QkHyMkhHICDzgJBR4uDRzfsgy1WdtrSBPYvG6pPBylbhiSBKdQIIAE5Qecck/s720/_kiss_the_blood_off_my_hands_kiss_the_blood_06_dvd_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Z_SaMtpQwtXWkSc3Un31GnVhR4LSAABU3ozksXvy8mLlgcBy14Xh2VXsfiMNjzvHELfzUX2u1UggBqT37gFCJu9xw86z9g4D3t3bQ-Xafzv42Coyrpg7La0UJbHB-w-QkHyMkhHICDzgJBR4uDRzfsgy1WdtrSBPYvG6pPBylbhiSBKdQIIAE5Qecck/w400-h300/_kiss_the_blood_off_my_hands_kiss_the_blood_06_dvd_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>Kiss The Blood Off My Hands (1948)</b></div><div>Not a horror movie as the title would suggest but an atypical noir flick set in London featuring a strange doomed couple. I mean if you you first meet a fella with him invading your bedroom by breaking in the window in the middle of the night, covering your mouth and almost strangling you to death, is true love really on the cards? Excellent performances from <b>Burt Lancaster, Robert Newton</b> and in particular <b>Joan Fontaine</b>. Also some the greatest ever noir cinematography from <b>Russel Metty</b> of <i>The Stranger (1946)</i> and <i>Ride The Pink Horse (1947)</i> fame.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fAKKY8KX_YtIksQXqhK4kmTeX_kYdTt5-oj1ZP-d6JkZTLxqfDxWJd99gjR-zhbhK1Ysx25Xy91Zm7z_IXhdee2OtMJPsXkmc3tMHW17B0HbZknbbp0mRZUGt5cXeONlWwgzfscS71uv91WdgLIb_KpXvu9uwTAGZrwsabqHcJsJHanH1IylXIaYWEM/s800/title_spiral_staircase_blu-ray.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="800" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fAKKY8KX_YtIksQXqhK4kmTeX_kYdTt5-oj1ZP-d6JkZTLxqfDxWJd99gjR-zhbhK1Ysx25Xy91Zm7z_IXhdee2OtMJPsXkmc3tMHW17B0HbZknbbp0mRZUGt5cXeONlWwgzfscS71uv91WdgLIb_KpXvu9uwTAGZrwsabqHcJsJHanH1IylXIaYWEM/w400-h295/title_spiral_staircase_blu-ray.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>The Spiral Staircase (1946)</b></div><div>More than just a bonkers serial murder mystery story. Like a giallo <i>The Spiral Staircase</i> has loads of atmosphere and red herrings galore. It also features supreme horror-noir cinematography from <b>Nicholas Musuraca</b> with way ahead of its time killer POV shots. Prior to viewing I didn't realise that it's a slasher innit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Directed by my other main man of cinema <b>Robert Siodmak</b>. Legendary Ole Bob had terrific run of noir pictures. He made at least ten classic movies in a very short period of time from 1944-1950. The very definition of a purple patch.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUtWQCyG49UhoDCe9qiqtghsIZk7hX6DvmpT-0TEZBzpP96OVL7EirWpFhGztInb9w_4vaHFysh8mjZkUROe1lGXijKMhj9p74oRfDkz3ZZS_39EqKg-Gfg0kYz5GGEXcZgyvsmFtfdw1KBvTq-AyDqhA8c1OkxukxMK-Aeqr5i8Nf_-9PTM2c6DMtrU/s959/960__the_lodger_X08_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="959" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUtWQCyG49UhoDCe9qiqtghsIZk7hX6DvmpT-0TEZBzpP96OVL7EirWpFhGztInb9w_4vaHFysh8mjZkUROe1lGXijKMhj9p74oRfDkz3ZZS_39EqKg-Gfg0kYz5GGEXcZgyvsmFtfdw1KBvTq-AyDqhA8c1OkxukxMK-Aeqr5i8Nf_-9PTM2c6DMtrU/w400-h296/960__the_lodger_X08_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>The Lodger (1944)</b></div><div>Good silly little creepy Jack The Ripper flick.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio8AfBhQKAZXDQYI5iK609NqRbJrwO1xjTQ-HAyKJ7sTgtnnIT0n1GI5KQbDi4C_MwStLwVYmWkv_pcwR6kqB0-mjxtqs0fv_FxRd_XWSZrBQAQ9A0bvb5RNW_czH29Pc_r56xI25Nrpthx0a4_J212ZHwUgArSbR6JcCtAMYF5Ri-ZkTdxVfofN3KYE/s700/IW%20-%206.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="700" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhio8AfBhQKAZXDQYI5iK609NqRbJrwO1xjTQ-HAyKJ7sTgtnnIT0n1GI5KQbDi4C_MwStLwVYmWkv_pcwR6kqB0-mjxtqs0fv_FxRd_XWSZrBQAQ9A0bvb5RNW_czH29Pc_r56xI25Nrpthx0a4_J212ZHwUgArSbR6JcCtAMYF5Ri-ZkTdxVfofN3KYE/w400-h299/IW%20-%206.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I Walked With A Zombie (1943)</b></div><div>There is a film none more atmospheric than this. Spectacular and spectacular cinematography from <b>Roy J Hunt</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Peak Eerie.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrGNCwr-jMphnEDLxBKgoer7RCPRTzK3-jvtj4Xid7iprtw_PuTVu29wIJs1deW9g1EEtb0cEKDPxZqc0u-Du-R3_40ub0oiGPd8oU_ShdC_5z72YEg-ycSyQh86P3LKcZO8vqTX-jcazTethR9eJ5dw8u1o69HDlPuhbn3aFIhofEkpaxkBDlkAGFOc/s960/960__cat_people_05_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="960" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrGNCwr-jMphnEDLxBKgoer7RCPRTzK3-jvtj4Xid7iprtw_PuTVu29wIJs1deW9g1EEtb0cEKDPxZqc0u-Du-R3_40ub0oiGPd8oU_ShdC_5z72YEg-ycSyQh86P3LKcZO8vqTX-jcazTethR9eJ5dw8u1o69HDlPuhbn3aFIhofEkpaxkBDlkAGFOc/w400-h290/960__cat_people_05_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIedzjBz9uzJ24BIvH1LdpNC3dL3cvEhDS5bG-QnxaDfcy5Z2VVkYy0HWb4WSLzU5e6RTyvT_3cDPCLJ40r6b5T77-vP2t7xC2U4cnH6Vcq1PYj7BSgpECNBJeRQ_ETxFPqv3HjSXQ2V29bmoZyk8hhq6pZxE31O6gWKT2HBaZnk5P-I9y1u-qvprnFtk/s960/960__cat_people_09X_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="960" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIedzjBz9uzJ24BIvH1LdpNC3dL3cvEhDS5bG-QnxaDfcy5Z2VVkYy0HWb4WSLzU5e6RTyvT_3cDPCLJ40r6b5T77-vP2t7xC2U4cnH6Vcq1PYj7BSgpECNBJeRQ_ETxFPqv3HjSXQ2V29bmoZyk8hhq6pZxE31O6gWKT2HBaZnk5P-I9y1u-qvprnFtk/w400-h290/960__cat_people_09X_blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><b>The Cat People (1942)</b></div><div>Creepy when I saw it as kid on telly, so much so that I could never forget this film and four decades later it's even more creepy. <b>Val Lewton</b> produces. <b>Jaques Tourneur</b> directs. <b>Nicholas Musuraca</b> rolls film. All the shadowy apprehensive goodness you could want in a horror movie. <b>Simone Simon</b> is totally engrossing as the peculiar, aberrant and unsound <i>Irena Dubrovna.</i> </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBDLj5VjlqeNusrZOzZV_S6TTzMHnkcuxax-GQSh0MJ-Zypzlz0n4PPHjmtAmejqG3-Yz1AHzdqZ1ICJiis93sF5ceG9rZfOkZzb_hYBuaavZ9Tsx7vBzS9nBhrGztDSA7E00IIzyJcEjZbnNIguyrwtGc8pu07CCzUhTkW3dIw3UGfbM08_HI02CWT4/s450/450_cropped__pat_5_ghost_ship_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="450" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBDLj5VjlqeNusrZOzZV_S6TTzMHnkcuxax-GQSh0MJ-Zypzlz0n4PPHjmtAmejqG3-Yz1AHzdqZ1ICJiis93sF5ceG9rZfOkZzb_hYBuaavZ9Tsx7vBzS9nBhrGztDSA7E00IIzyJcEjZbnNIguyrwtGc8pu07CCzUhTkW3dIw3UGfbM08_HI02CWT4/w400-h290/450_cropped__pat_5_ghost_ship_blu-ray__blu-ray__blu-ray_.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Ghost Ship (1943)</b></div><div>What an odd film. Somewhere between a melodrama and a thriller. Really it's a serial killer flick though innit. When I was a kid every second film on the telly was set on a boat. I probably thought some kind of maritime life was ahead of me and that I'd die at sea as well... Anyway this is another <b>Val Lewton</b> production this time with editor of 1942's <i>Cat People</i> <b>Mark Robson</b> directing only his second feature and we've got cinematographer extraordinaire <b>Nicholas Musuraca</b> on board here too.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ship captain (<b>Richard Dix</b>) starts to lose his mind which puts his crew in perilous danger. <i>Tom</i> (<b>Russel Wade</b>) the ship's third officer is onto this reckless negligence but the rest of the crew in an effort to conform to the captain's authority and not cause any dissent conspire against him. So the captain continues to wreak havoc on the boat. Can he be stopped? </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Lawrence Tierney </b>made his first appearance on film as the doomed crew member <i>Louie</i>. The anchor chain locker scene is one of the most memorable scenes of horrifying claustrophobia in cinematic history. Special mention must go to legendary calypso singer <b>Sir Lancelot</b> (<i>I Walked With A Zombie)</i> for his ace supporting role.</div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfz8TeS8Amhy4NAJs9DqPPO5WcyBftmcob-VWnbhg0dm3R3zPE-PZlp6PrbIobWv1STcKNTm5w8gmCK467afukSZnBqiYEyeg4iEv75CzU5gReuwrxId_pwEWHVFbFim-hTaJjmly9iM2Kttbtk9G9I2ecdJmAPPEOaquOALWrrxuJqk46Njh0QeUmDg/s1422/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-27%20at%205.12.00%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1422" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfz8TeS8Amhy4NAJs9DqPPO5WcyBftmcob-VWnbhg0dm3R3zPE-PZlp6PrbIobWv1STcKNTm5w8gmCK467afukSZnBqiYEyeg4iEv75CzU5gReuwrxId_pwEWHVFbFim-hTaJjmly9iM2Kttbtk9G9I2ecdJmAPPEOaquOALWrrxuJqk46Njh0QeUmDg/w400-h289/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-27%20at%205.12.00%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqGrPSafjnjtiqlQ6pSfxBPhiyIuXI1Ig0rZSWSkfVaKU3E5u4L8vi7Mcg6JpJqXhGyWaMheI-1qPhGmiFK9AC4oldEhNTxonQfH5Q5wPbRLxVenBq0B0jEVXf6wbqFgzxPK5056kyCfxLfRSIsC9Jox1buDGeLsUmjb1CHk8Pvh3lF-wWz5QpSrRx3g/s1420/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-27%20at%205.13.16%20am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1420" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqGrPSafjnjtiqlQ6pSfxBPhiyIuXI1Ig0rZSWSkfVaKU3E5u4L8vi7Mcg6JpJqXhGyWaMheI-1qPhGmiFK9AC4oldEhNTxonQfH5Q5wPbRLxVenBq0B0jEVXf6wbqFgzxPK5056kyCfxLfRSIsC9Jox1buDGeLsUmjb1CHk8Pvh3lF-wWz5QpSrRx3g/w400-h291/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-27%20at%205.13.16%20am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Old Dark House (1932)</b></div><div>More pre-code gold here. An outstanding cast in an outstanding setting, outstandingly directed with outstanding cinematography, makes this one hell of an outstanding comedy-horror-thriller. I'm so glad I've still got movies like this that I'd never seen up my sleeve. Hopefully there are plenty more unseen classics like this waiting to be discovered so that my eyes and ears may continue to be tantalised. </div><div><br /></div><div>A dangerous storm in the dark Welsh countryside sends the car, with married couple <i>Margaret</i> (<b>Gloria Stuart)</b> and <i>Phil</i> (<b>Raymond Massey</b>) and their bachelor friend <i>Roger</i> (<b>Melvyn Douglas</b>), off the road but they come across an old farmhouse where they seek shelter. Little do they know that a demented family of psychos dwell within this dilapidated mansion. The frightening <i>Femm</i> family are played by stage and screen luminaries <b>Boris Karloff, Ernest Thesiger, Eva Moore, Brember Wills</b> and <b>Elspeth Dudgeon</b>. Another stranded couple <i>Sir William Porterhouse</i> (<b>Charles Laughton</b>) and <i>Gladys</i> (<b>Lilian Bond</b>) soon turn up too and a delirious array of frightening, deranged and violent shenanigans ensue. Add in some romance and comedy and you've got yourself a rollicking good time. </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-65209153229423499752023-12-17T00:11:00.004+11:002023-12-17T00:16:29.780+11:00A Formal Sigh - Looking At Walls<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TNNYhkRarn4?si=1znWQhn21UFN2N5-" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>A Formal Sigh - Looking At Walls (1981)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">More shadowy post-punk shenanigans. This time from Liverpool outfit A Formal Sigh. No wonder we've never heard of them: they're called "A Formal Sigh" that's the worst fucking band name in history! Not even doing a <b>John Peel</b> session could save them from their name. They never ended up making a record during the lifetime (1980-82) of the band, even though they were being touted as the next big Liverpudlian thing for a while. <i>Looking At Walls</i> is top post-<i>154</i> gloomy guitar goodness. That ominous early eighties sound!</div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280197508368908020.post-88702011376573896832023-12-15T21:07:00.006+11:002023-12-15T21:30:34.506+11:00Fade To Black - Soundtrack <div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3C8CPMEOV8M?si=sIIh_gz18E_pj_pA" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Fade To Black - Soundtrack (1984)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Absolutely infectious post-punk with all the goth-y/synth-y vibes. Reminds me of something great I just can't quite put my finger on right now...maybe like what The Feelies would have sounded like, if instead of being VU obsessed, they were Californian deathrock wannabes. I like to imagine there's at least thousand unknown and neglected tunes from the 80s just like this lying around waiting to be discovered by my eardrums. What a great sound this bunch of San Franciscan hair had. Energetic and quite anthemic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rewind! </div>Tim 'Space Debris' http://www.blogger.com/profile/11182952223658140228noreply@blogger.com0