Sebastiane (1976) – They say, by which I mean I and some of my friends say, that if you want to see it, it’s not available for streaming. Sebastiane is available for streaming, and I’m sure no one out there is looking for 1970s gay erotica in Latin. If you are, though, there’s Sebastiane. I probably could have saved this for the end of Lent party some year, after I’d run out of Jesus movies to watch, but then it wouldn’t be available for streaming, since I’d be looking for it.
She Done Him Wrong (1933) – Ah, Mae West, that great pre-code slut who refused to be slut-shamed during the era of the Hayes Code. West is as clever and quick as is expected of her, but a young, baby-faced Cary Grant clearly hasn’t yet gotten his act together.
The Americanization of Emily (1964) – I know, another war movie. I was tricked. I’ll be sure to read the box first next time. Still, one of the better ones I’ve seen this year. For a war movie made in 1964 with such big names and the Hollywood establishment behind it, The Americanization of Emily doesn’t really adhere to the standard format for war movies. It’s in black and white, but that’s about it.
Gigi (1958) – Either be Audrey Hepburn or don’t. This indecisive waffling is tiresome, and you will need to make up your mind, Leslie Caron.
Jiro Dreams of Sushi (2011) – Early in the documentary, Jiro tells us never to complain about our jobs and just do it. That’s easy to say when you get to do exactly what you love to do and charge people about $300 a head to witness it. I probably wouldn’t complain much if I had a job like that.
OSS 117: Lost in Rio (OSS 117: Rio ne répond plus, 2009) – Despite my efforts to lighten it up, I once again picked a movie featuring Nazis. But it’s okay, they’re funny Nazis, and Jean Dujardin shows his butt at least twice.
Downfall (Der Untergang, 2004) – Well, this Lent sure did turn into a festival of World War II movies. Don’t worry, I already saw Triumph of the Will in a previous year. Let’s see if we can’t find a comedy, huh?
American Hustle (2013) – You are walking a strange, precarious line with me, Amy Adams. You still have a lot of work to do to make up for Julie and Julia and your complete non-presence in Doubt. I can’t even be sure American Hustle did anything to appreciably vindicate those things. It’s hard to get past the idea that all the women in this movie were props for the men. Not that it ultimately determines anything useful about a specific movie, but for what it’s worth, I’m fairly certain this movie doesn’t pass the Bechdel Test, unless you count women talking about nail polish. I don’t.
A Fistful of Dollars (Per un pugno di dollari, 1964) – I still love the old Spaghetti Westerns. Visually, musically, dramatically, Sergio Leone is one of my favorites. Nothing new to say here, let’s move on…
Carmen Jones (1954) – Can someone dig up some corpses for me and make them answer for a few things? When they’re speaking, the entire cast is articulate and clear, but when they’re singing, whoever wrote this translation felt we needed to be reminded that they were black with lines like “Dat’s de end of you” and such. Were they disappointed that they couldn’t get Al Jolson?