Jesus of Montreal (Jésus de Montréal, 1989) – Not a straightforward passion play, but there’s still not much to be said that hasn’t already been said about passion stories.
And thus ends another year of Lent. Two hundred movies, more to come next year.
Song of the South (1946) – Now what’s so racist about a cheerful old pickaninny telling some sweet white boy some stories? It was followed by “Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs” (1943), which really puts the racism in perspective. There are some things to raise a fuss about; Song of the South is hardly one of them. But maybe I just don’t get it.
Dragonball Evolution (2009) – Truly the crowning achievement of James Marsters’s career was his turn as the green-faced alien with almost no dialogue in Dragonball Evolution.
Death Bed: The Bed That Eats (1977) – To be watched with a few smart-ass friends in the room and a few glasses of wine in the gullet.
Synecdoche, New York (2008) – Usually, art about art (books about writers, movies about actors, et cetera) pisses me off. I feel like if I wanted to see the inside of Aaron Sorkin’s rectum, I’d be a celebrity proctologist instead of watching “Studio 60”, for example, but this movie has wrapped around so far and not only gone up its own ass, it’s gone up its ass’s ass.
And while it defies thorough analysis on a single viewing, I at least get the impression that there are things to understand that I’m just not quite getting yet. In this respect, it is infinitely more watchable than, say, Inland Empire.
For those wondering, I still love Charlie Kaufman to pieces.
Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990) – The future is a terrible place where businesses care more about building a fancy building than about having more than one exit from said building or having an adequate emergency system in place. Remember: progress is a step backwards.
Judgment at Nuremberg (1961) – Wait, so we’ve got Marlene Dietrich, Judy Garland, and eye candy like these two, and you’re telling me this isn’t a gay classic?
The Little Shop of Horrors (1960) – Attention children: don’t play with matches or Japs.
The Rocketeer (1991) – Contains period-apropriate hair, makeup, and kissing of girls in lieu of answering their hysterical questions.
Can’t Hardly Wait (1998) – Yeah, whatever. Discount my opinion on girls all you want. Jennifer Love Hewitt is funny looking, average at best. She has way too much forehead and I really can’t believe that’s what passes for a figure. When it comes to hot girls in Hollywood, there’s always somebody hotter than Jennifer Love Hewitt, and a good chance she can act better, too.