Ghostbusters (1984)

Ghostbusters

“Ah, if there’s a steady paycheck in it, I’ll believe anything you say.”

I was looking forward to relaxing with Ghostbusters one evening over a month ago, but since then I’ve found that I don’t have much to say about it. It’s been sitting in my drafts, haunting me like an unbusted ghost. It’s a fun movie. It’s a clever script with a great splash of dry humor. For a relaxed viewing with the knowledge that you’re diving into a classic, Ghostbusters hits the mark without much complaint.

The film follows Peter Venkman (Bill Murray) along with his cohorts Egon (Harold Ramis), Ray (Dan Aykroyd), and eventually Winston (Ernie Hudson) as they start a “ghost-busting” business to hunt and contain supernatural forces that have been plaguing New York City. In particular, they must face Gozer, a shape-shifting god of destruction and his hellhounds Zuul and Vinz Clortho. Along the way, there are many quotable gags as the somewhat bumbling team of heroes gains fame as the city’s only hope.

I think a big success of Ghostbusters is that it doesn’t get carried away with its impressive special effects. A sharp script should always come first in an action-comedy such as this, and most failed imitators seem to draw too heavily from the big-budget wow factor of Ghostbusters than they do from building memorable characters. Bill Murray’s cynicism makes him the perfect frontman for the group. The driest of comedic actors getting slimed and looking ridiculous is a key part of the movie’s offbeat appeal. The film is quotable and never takes itself too seriously, never feeling constrained by its fun special effects. They serve as secondary to the well-maintained tone of the movie.

I can’t say I care enough about Ghostbusters to have a stake in the fandom debates of recent years. There was a remake, and like the original, it was okay. I’d say I prefer the original to the new one, which I thought had some fun moments in the first half but had a boring final battle scene. The original Ghostbusters feels like a tighter story with everything placed where it needs to be. While the remake copies a lot of plot beats, I think it lacks the dry humor that always works better for me. That said, I’m not in love with either.

The best thing about the franchise is probably its eccentricities. The firehouse as the Ghostbusters headquarters, for example, is something strange and memorable you wouldn’t find in a more standard action-comedy. The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is another oddity that would be something of a gamble today; yet it solidified the Ghostbusters brand and conjures memories in your mind. Even the dialogue, which has such a dry tone and is often hard to pin down, remains a memorable risk taken by the movie.

Ghostbusters is a classic with widespread appeal. It’s a sharp story with enough memorable weirdness that is has planted itself nicely in our culture. You don’t need me to tell you that it’s Ghostbusters. It’s fun. It’s harmless, and you can’t go wrong with it.


Films Left to Watch: 830

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Safe (1995)

Safe

“We are one with the power that created us. We’re safe and all is well in our world.”

Safe is a movie about a lot of things. It’s about class. It’s about gender. It’s about health hysteria in modern America. I think it’s also a film about spaces, and this is what caught my attention more than anything. In the slow discomfort of a film like this, the beauty is in the cinematic craft. Safe uses formal elements of cinema masterfully, and it begs to be analyzed more than it cares to entertain.

Julianne Moore plays Carol White, an upper class housewife in a stagnant but functioning marriage. She meets up with her cold friends, discussing fad diets, until she becomes ill. She is soon convinced that her environment, the 20th century itself, is causing her illness. She seeks help from fringe medical specialists while her husband and primary care providers doubt her beliefs. We watch her unravel and try to find a “safe” place where she can put herself back together again.

I do some of my best analysis when I start to get bored. Maybe that’s a strategy of slow cinema. Director Todd Haynes relishes in long takes and moving the camera far away from the actors, shrinking them down in the frame. Safe isn’t a fast movie by any means, and it leaves you a lot of time to think. It feels like homework at times. Still, though, you get a lot of time to consider it. I considered why the frame always has frames inside it. Paintings, mirrors, vertical bars, square furniture – this movie is incredibly rectangular. The obvious interpretation is that Carol is meant to seem trapped in all these frames, but I think there’s also something to be said about how much people just love putting things in boxes. There’s an obsession with compartmentalization, and it’s rarely broken for the duration of the movie.

The film also asks you to consider why Carol is sick. It’s the driving force of the plot, after all. You can probably guess that it’s never explicitly explained. Rather, you’re forced to consider what is intangibly causing her illness. Is it really the chemicals, or is it more broadly the 20th century? What does that mean? I think the movie is so explicit in its depiction of gender, class, and other societal factors that there are a lot of things to blame. It’s a stagnant, upper class existence bubbling with formalities that finally serves as a catalyst for something awful. She has energy. She’s passionate about something. Carol’s illness might be a good thing. That’s my take, at least.

There’s a clear two-act structure that reminds me of Room (2015). Act One is a problem. Act Two is an attempt at a solution. For Safe, I think I enjoyed the former more. The second half has a lot more dialogue as Carol meets people similar to her and tries to recover, but I can’t shake the feeling that the movie works best when it’s about the real world. You get a lot more of the rectangular, horrifying America in the first act. It seems more focused on the movie’s themes. The second half is more open-ended and has its powerful moments, but I remember the first act more, and I almost wish the structure would have been more consistent throughout.

Safe isn’t the easiest watch. It’s distance and uncomfortable. You’ll find it hard to latch onto anyone, but it will leave you more time to appreciate what a thoughtful movie it proves to be. Its power lies in its stillness, and if you can find yourself in the mood to sit with it for a while, you’ll have a lot to chew on afterwards.


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Solaris (1972)

Solaris

“When man is happy, the meaning of life and other eternal themes rarely interest him. These questions should be asked at the end of one’s life.”

It was with great joy that I unwrapped Solaris, a recent pickup from the Criterion summer sale. The only other Tarkovsky I’ve seen is Stalkera film that challenged me cinematically and one that I think about often. I was more prepared this time for Tarkovsky’s slower, creeping scene construction and his varied use of color. I seem to recall a similar feeling while watching Stalker as I did this time with Solaris where the first hour seemed far too slow but the payoff made me eat my words. I feel the need to proselytize everyone to this wonderful director, and particularly to this clever, beautiful work of science fiction.

Kris Kelvin (Donatos Banionis) is a dismal but otherwise fairly normal psychologist when he is tasked with visiting a space station hovering over the mysterious planet of Solaris from which little knowledge has been extracted. He first believes the ship only consists of himself and three scientists. (There were nearly a hundred, but Solaris has proved a challenge, and interest in research has halted.) On arrival, though, he finds that his friend Dr. Gibarian has committed suicide and left him a strange warning about the effects of the planet. When visions of other humans start consuming Kelvin’s mind, he begins to experience what every former Solaris researcher has warned about.

Tarkovsky seems interested in similar themes that he would solidify in Stalker. The movie is a surprising exploration in existentialism, often making reference to writers such as Tolstoy and Camus. (Mild Spoilers Ahead) As Kelvin begins to fall for Solaris’s recreation of his deceased wife Hari (wonderfully performed by (Natalya Bondarchuk), you begin to wonder what sort of approach the movie will take to her presence. Typical sci-fi would somehow condemn Kelvin for falling for the new Hari with an inevitable “she isn’t real” brand of conflict, but Solaris takes a dark, uncertain approach that challenges conventions about love and humanity.

Coated on top of these uncertainties is also a natural beauty rarely captured on film. There’s a wonderful piece of writing by Akira Kurosawa about the first time he met Andrei Tarkovsky and his thoughts on Solaris. (The two ended up getting drunk and singing the Seven Samurai theme song together.) Kurosawa claims that the slow but beautiful opening to the film is necessary to make the audience miss being on Earth. I was transfixed when I read this; it’s such a poignant point about the film. The opening scene shows you the beauty of Earth, while the majority of the film is a gray space station. It sucks you into Kelvin’s fever dream experience. Not only does he miss Earth, but we also miss Earth. We want to see more of Tarkovsky’s Earth, and the closest thing we get is Hari. There’s a wondrous parallel between Natalya Bondarchuk’s performance and the way Tarkovsky films the life and people on Earth, including Kelvin’s parents. The heartbreak at the center of the movie is that the beauty goes away, and we (along with Kelvin) crave it.

I knew better than to expect the expectable when I read the Solaris synopsis for the first time, but I was still surprised at how very Tarkovsky is felt. The film is a tad more accessible than Stalker (more grounded in “reality” of the plot and with a bit more conventional editing), but the themes and the slow beauty are there. I can’t imagine anyone else telling this story (which is why I’ll probably avoid the Soderbergh version for a while). Solaris is a fantastic success from an auteur who filmed the world in a unique, powerful way.

I’d recommend Solaris to cinephiles, sci-fi fans looking for a challenge, and anyone who’s down for an existential crisis of an evening. The film is beautiful, packed with ideas, and still accessible enough that it can resonate with most anyone. Well done, Andrei.


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Night and Fog (1956)

Night and Fog

“Who among us keeps watch over this strange watchtower to warn the arrival of our new executioners? Are their faces really different from our own?”

I first heard about Night and Fog from another film I watched recently, Hotel TerminusIt was described as an important persuasion piece against early Holocaust denial. It’s a short, meditative piece in which Alain Resnais shows footage of concentration camps Auschwitz and Majdanek with reflective narration by Michel Bouquet.

It seems every film about the Holocaust hits you in a different way. The clear theme of Fog and War is that we must not forget the crimes against humanity that have occurred. The footage and the narration invite you to consider the daily activities of the camp. It makes you think about logistics. I was reminded of when I walked through Auschwitz myself. A ground-level tour of these places brings a sadness that hits close to home, as if you’re seeing the atrocities before your eyes. Night and Fog captures this realism, this familiarity with the real world. It’s effective in a way that Hollywood dramatization isn’t.

I can only imagine the impact that this movie had given its recency. I think I can take for granted how easy it is to film important places and events today, but it must have been unreal to collect footage from Auschwitz only a decade after its liberation. Night and Fog reminds you that documentary film is important. It boldly claims, “This happened. Don’t forget about it.” In only a half hour of film, it remains one of the most effective calls for remembrance I’ve seen in a film.

The writing by Jean Cayrol is also worth noting. The poetry couples with the imagery perfectly. It’s a dazing experience to see Night and Fog. The immersion of the visuals is equally matched by the somber narration: a reflection on one of humanity’s greatest tragedies. You could read this writing in a book and be stunned all the same, but the restrained of the now-dormant concentration camp imagery lulls you into a powerful melancholy that good documentary so rarely accomplishes.

It’s the job of storytellers to make the world feel smaller. Facts and figures do little to convey the human weight of some tragedies. Night and Fog does a lot more. I found it compelling and terribly important, and I believe it should continue to be studied for years to come.


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The Godfather: Part II (1974)

Godfather 2

“If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone.”

I think The Godfather II is hailed as the greatest sequel of all time because it doesn’t think like a sequel. I would even say it couldn’t, because the formula for the bad sequel hadn’t really been devised yet. It follows one of the highest praised movies of all time, and instead of repeating plot beats, it only repeats style. Instead of retracing themes, it expands on them and blossoms them to fruition. I also think the story is so much more engaging, and it has so many powerful scenes, that I would say it’s my favorite Godfather movie.

The film cuts between the new Godfather Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) and the early life of his father Vito (now portrayed by Robert De Niro) who we see rise to power from troubled beginnings. Michael faces threats from new enemies such as the aging Miami crime boss Hyman Roth (Lee Strasberg) and also from within his own family.

I think an “epic” as these movies are often labeled shouldn’t just be long; it should be layered. Not only does Michael face a host of opponents, but he must maintain his allies and use his wit to survive from scene to scene. There’s also his wife bringing a moral dimension to the movie. She’s one of the best parts of the series because she holds no literal power, but she is able to hit Michael harder than anyone else, and it makes for one of the finest scenes in the movie. Then the beautifully constructed (and acted) Vito storyline legitimizes the Corleone family, and it has insightful parallels to the main plot. There’s nothing tiresome about the second Godfather. I think even if you aren’t a fan, it’s an undeniably rich story.

The style is also an important carry-in from the first movie. I think the creeping honesty of the first movie was pivotal to its success, and the second film follows the same pattern. Shots aren’t too surprising or experimental, but they are engaging all the same. There’s this slow suspense to the Godfather films where dialogue is action. Everyone is slick, knowing exactly what to say to whom and when. It’s when this balance is disrupted or someone chooses to act against it that the movie becomes so exciting. Just as a sequel should be, the world and its rules are the same, but everything else seems fresh.

Vito Corleone is an incredible titan of cinema in the first film, but I feel more connected with the second Godfather because Michael isn’t quite the same way. We’ve seen him rise from cowardice to assume cutthroat leadership, but we also see what he’s lost to get there and that maybe those things still matter to him. The Vito storyline also rounds out who was a fascinating but sometimes stagnant character from the first movie as well. You could say that Godfather II has more soul in this way. It takes changed men and contrasts them with who they once were. The first movie definitely touches on this, but this theme really shines in Godfather II, and it’s a driving factor behind why I loved this movie.

With incredible style and clever, substantial action, these two movies are absolute treasures of cinema. They’re among the greatest of their kind, and while I think I still prefer the fast, playful gangster spirit of the 90s, these movies are still so satisfying when you can find time to sink your teeth into them.


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Hôtel Terminus (1988)

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“Why condemn a man who’s set to die any day now? … We’ve got better things to worry about than these old problems.”

I never expected to know so much about Klaus Barbie. Before this movie, I only vaguely knew him as the Butcher of Lyon. If there’s one thing I can say about Hotel Terminus, it’s that the movie is detailed. Comprised mostly of interviews, the film rounds out every contour of this famous Nazi’s life with first-hand accounts from those involved, while also touching on some grander themes in the process.

The film is a mostly sequential rundown of the chapters in the life of Klaus Barbie: the “Butcher of Lyon” who tortured French prisoners of the Gestapo during the reign of the Third Reich. Following the war, Barbie was given special protection by the United States who used him as an intelligence operative before he was finally sent to France to face trial for his crimes during the war. Filmmaker Marcel Ophüls speaks to Barbie’s friends, victims, associates, and just about everyone who was involved in a prominent portion of Barbie’s life. The documentary is a sweeping account on the life and times of an evil man. It touches on subjects including his torture methods, the French resistance movement, anti-Communist intelligence operations, and French judicial procedures.

Ophüls himself is one of the most interesting things about the movie. He works in a pseudo Michael Moore style, knocking on doors and demanding interviews, often finding himself in trouble with angry Nazis who want him off their property. When you hear Ophüls speak, there’s a passion to his voice. While it sometimes bothers me that the movie is four and a half hours of details, it doesn’t bother Ophüls one bit. It’s like there’s a burning conviction to find out about every second of Barbie’s life, and it’s an impressive flair that he has as a documentarian.

I also found the subject of Barbie’s trial interesting. Ophüls interviews Barbie’s lawyer, a greasy figure preying on technicalities and misinformation to try and free a clearly sinister man. There’s also the question of the time that has passed. Barbie spent the majority of his life in Bolivia escaping persecution, and his health has deteriorated by the time of the trial. Many of his victims still wanted justice, but some French people found it unnecessary to try and fight this battle given the passage of time. Barbie seems to stand in for all of the old Nazis or otherwise despicable war criminals that have lived far past the time of their misdeeds.

I did have to split the movie into two chunks while I was watching. There are so many details, specific dates, times, and people that it’s easy to get lost in it all. The section about the French Resistance, especially, was a little murky for me. I thought the CIA interviews surrounding Barbie’s post-war actions were a lot more engaging, and they’d be very relevant for anyone wanting to hear more about US Intelligence operations. The film is very well made, and I appreciate that it’s mostly first-hand accounts, but I did feel a general fatigue of substance after so long.

Overall, though, I can’t help but admire the ambition and dedication of Ophüls in crafting this movie. It’s one of the finest, most “complete” documentaries I’ve ever seen in terms of rounding out a story. It’s not something I’ll revisit again, but for its structure and information as a historical reference, I definitely found it worth watching.


Films Left to Watch: 835

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Silver Lode (1954)

Silver Lode

“We’re not going anywhere.”

“If you don’t, you’re gonna be a real dead cowboy.”

I’ve got four movies on the backlog, and Silver Lode seems to jump out the most now that I sit down to do some writing. It was a blind pick, mostly just to round out my knowledge of westerns since I’ve barely scratched the surface of the genre. I think this is the first one that really clicked with me right away. I’m a sucker for tight, single-day stories in the tradition of The Tempest or Training Day, which I’ll be writing about soon. There’s this precision to the action of Silver Lode. It’s a smart, simple concept that is executed with suspense. It’s not as bloated as The Searchers, and I think that’s why it resonated with me more.

John Payne stars as Dan Ballard, a well-liked man in the town of Silver Lode. It’s Ballard’s wedding day, when he is interrupted by the fiery lawman Fred McCarty (Dan Duryea) who has just rode in from another town. McCarty (McCarthy? Hmm…) claims that Ballard is a killer and needs to be brought in for justice. The rest of the film follows the townspeople as they congregate into a mob, slowly turning against Ballard and becoming sucked into the frenzy of, uh, McCartyism.

I like Silver Lode because it isn’t so ambitious. I think a lot of the “great Westerns” have something grand to say about American life. While the allegory of the movie is obvious, it doesn’t overshadow the story. The primary goal with this one seems to be suspense and entertainment. The story is smartly built around the mob itself, slowly turning from one side or another, leaving you feeling just as uncertain at times. There’s not a lot of soul, but the movie keeps its runtime down by packing it with actions and accusations to the beat of a ticking clock. There’s a sense of finality in every scene where you know this can’t last long before somebody loses their life, and the ending delivers appropriately.

I also really enjoy the psychological case study of the movie. It’s such a dominant, isolated part of the film that you’re reminded of 12 Angry Men (which wouldn’t hit the big screen for several more years). McCarty has little evidence against Ballard, but Ballard doesn’t have any evidence himself. Even though he’s a beloved figure in the town, the people start to turn without cause. There’s something primal about the movie, how this violence emerges in the characters without time for pause.

I also feel compelled to praise the formal decisions of the movie, particularly for standards of a 1950 Western. Countless shots are done through windows or other sorts of framing, acclimating the viewer to feel like a spectator in the town instead of an omniscient presence. There are also several interesting long shots and eccentric camera angles that always keep the film visually engaging.

Silver Lode is a clever gem of American cinema. It’s tight, fast, and heaps of fun. Before I even saw one, I’ve always had this idea of how fun a Western would be. I think this idea of the simple, one-conflict Western has been muddied by the classics (mostly for good reason), but it’s so nice to see the genre used for this kind of effect. The Searchers is a sharp film, but for newcomers to the genre, I’d suggest Silver Lode be your first viewing.


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