The fourth reader review contest is over, and the winner is: Shane Wilson for The Tingler (read his excellent review here!) Congratulations Shane!
Next week we’ll be focusing on (relatively) new releases, starting with our latest 366 Underground entry, Race War: The Remake (2011), and following with the star-studded (Megan Fox, Mickey Rourke) fantasy flop Passion Play (2010), and ending with either Miranda July’s sophomore effort The Future (2011) or Antonio Banderas’ shot as an existential hard-boiled private eye in Tony Krantz‘s The Big Bang (2011). [EDIT: That should have read that we’ll definitely cover The Big Bang and either The Future or Passion Play]. To counteract all that newness, Alfred Eaker will travel back in time to finish off his series on silent Expressionist Paul Leni.
We discovered a theme in our weird search terms of the week: requests for info on movies we hope exist somewhere, but fear don’t. In the “that’s nice dear” category, we noticed what was either a weird search term or an idle confession: “i saw a movie in the late 70’s it was weird.” Getting into searches with just a bit more specificity, we tracked people looking for the lowdown on the following fascinating mystery films: “a movie about an alien parasite that likes paprika and has a big sexual appetite,” “late 60s sci fi movie about little orange monkeys,” “movie where people test on spinning machine and explode,” “shipwrecked breastfeeding movie,” and “japanese erotic movie ninja gets frozen.” Our favorite, however, was “italian horror nuns impaled ape;” at least, we hope that was a search for a movie, and not a headline in the Milano Times.
Here’s what the massive reader-suggested review queue looks like: Kairo [AKA Pulse]; The Guatemalan Handshake; The Seventh Seal; Primer; 200 Motels; Private Parts (1972); Saddest Music in the World; Mulholland Drive; The American Astronaut; Blood Tea and Red Continue reading WHAT’S IN THE PIPELINE
To contemporary viewers, the relatives are a gang of archetypes: the bitchy, greedy matriarch Aunt Susan (Flora Finch), the sexy cousin Cecily (Gertrude Astor), the Harold Lloyd-like Paul (Creighton Hale), a seemingly insane, red-herring psychiatrist (Lucien Littlefield), death-warmed-over in the form of Mr. Crosby (Tully Marshall), and the virginal Annabel (Laura La Plante, who Whale later used in 1929’s Show Boat). The gang is ushered in to the reading by a mysterious, somber servant named Mammy Pleasant (Martha Mattox). The actors are a hoot, one and all, and superbly directed. Of course, there is a romance, but it is subtle and, in a rare example of silent cinema, not embarrassing to watch.
