Rankings (From Grand Poo-bah to Lesser Poo-bah)
The Godfather (1972)
There’s nothing new or interesting to say about this masterpiece, especially anytime you’re fortunate enough to see it in a theater (this being my second theatrical viewing because L.A. is Valhalla of repertory screenings). This screening, however, was a TCM-sponsored Fathom event, which meant my theater seat doubled as an Applebee’s Eazy-Boy. Looking something like this:
Also, this is why the digital revolution is only interesting when it fails*:
*Thankfully, it was fixed before The Godfather/food-service jamboree began.
The Steel Helmet (1951)
Unsentimental and hyper-masculine, this Sam Fuller war picture will put hair on your chest–regardless of your consent!
Henry Goes Arizona (1939)
It was fun seeing the Wizard (of Oz fame)–aka, Henry Morgan–bumbling out West. Plus, I’m always partial to a 66 minute film.
More Rankings (Continued Adventures in the Three-Way Tie Division)
The Tingler (1959)
I can’t be objective with William Castle (<3), so I’m taking these films out of general contention and just listing them chronologically–which, it so happens, isn’t far off from their relative merit. If Vincent Price tripping on LSD doesn’t sound like essential viewing to you, I’m not sure we can be friends.
Sure, it’s a Psycho rip-off, but it’s way, way kinkier. Manages to institute genuine unease in me each time I watch it.
Joan Crawford glammed up with jangly baubles adorning her wrists, in a grotesque parody of an aging rube, makes for some of my favorite cinema. I mean: