Another attempt at a podcast:

Grim Reaper (2007)

What’s that? Sounds like it was recorded over the course of three years, in four or five different locations? Funny you should say so… I guess if I could have mustered any feeling other than complete contempt for the movie in question, I might have got it finished a little earlier.

The movie Tell No One answers with a big “OUI!” to the question, “Are the French now making movies that would actually entertain an audience?” But I know that is not the first question that comes to mind when you think of the French and films. The question that first comes in your mind is, “Do the French really love Jerry Lewis films?” Well, I’ve done research concerning that question, and I have the answer in my review.

FANTOMAS

If I rack my brain, I can come up with an English language corollary by which to describe Fantomas. But that doesn’t change my perception that there is something irreducibly French about the character. Certainly, Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu is similar, in that he is one of those rare examples of a villain serving as the central figure and driving force behind a popular series. But, while Fu Manchu’s representation was that of a monstrous “other”, playing on the racial anxieties of the age in which he was created, Fantomas seems more like a personification of the id unleashed. As such, he engages his audience in fantasies of a life lived without borders or moral constraints, with the traditional heroes and cops-and-robbers aspects of the stories serving to house those fantasies within a socially acceptable context. It’s as if Bataille or De Sade had chosen to couch their transgressive works within the format of a dime detective novel.

…though I did hit the obligatory Hasselhoff references

HARD TO BE A GOD

In 1989, before the dust had settled, before anyone even really knew what the future held in store, a group of filmmakers from France teamed up with a group of filmmakers from West Germany and the Soviet Union — two countries that wouldn’t even exist by the time their work was finished — to make an ambitious, batty, corny sci-fi fantasy film called Es ist nicht leicht ein Gott zu sein, known (well, not really known at all) in English as Hard to be a God, that ended up being a telling reflection of the upheaval and anxiety that permeated east and west Europe during the final days of the 1980s.

BLACK CAT

Black Cat is brisk, violent and reasonably entertaining with some good stunts and effects. If it has a flaw, it is that it sets such a brisk, heart pounding pace at the beginning that it is virtually impossible to keep that level of dynamism up, and sure enough, once Cat goes into training the film slows down. It’s not boring, but it is less defined than Besson’s Nikita or Badham’s Assassin/Point of No Return. The dehumanising and rebuilding of Cat at the CIA facility doesn’t ring true, as for the majority of her time there, she still has the same anti-social chip on her shoulder. But yet, when it becomes time for her to go out into the real world and kick ass, she does so willingly. Adding to the confused mess, is that Cat’s first assignment – which is really a test – is structured so that she feels betrayed by her own team. Yet, afterward, despite her initial anger, she chooses to ride with it.

Yes. Well. Sorry about that. March kind of went pear-shaped there. As did a large chunk of April. I’m not quite out of the mire yet, but at least I’m towards the periphery of it and starting to towel myself down. I’m not going to get carried away and start making promises about updating more regularly, though. That Way Lies Madness.

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DOCTOR X (1932)

Early in 1932, finally accepting that they could no longer afford to ignore the ever-growing audience for horror movies – or forego the profits associated with them – a reluctant Warner Bros. bit the bullet and commissioned the studio’s first real genre film…albeit one variously disguised in advertising as a “thriller”, a “mystery”, a “comedy” and even a “love story”.

The good news? There’s a deformed, psychotic killer on the loose in New York, who strangles, stabs and cannibalises his victims, and only a bizarre scientific experiment can reveal his identity.

The bad news? There’s a wisecracking reporter on the case.

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NORWEGIAN NINJA

Arne Treholt is, in fact, a real person, which people probably know if those people are Norwegian. He was a member of the Norwegian Labour Party and, in 1984, was arrested and convicted of espionage and treason after being accused of passing confidential data to agents of the KGB during the 70s and first half of the 80s. The trial was sensational not just because it came at the height of Cold War paranoia, but because the evidence against Treholt was considered, by many, to be somewhat flimsy, if not totally non-existent. Accusations continue to be made, as late as a book published in 2010, that most of the damning evidence against Treholt was fabricated or planted by antagonistic intelligence organizations. Regardless of the questionable nature of the evidence, the politician was found guilty and sentenced to twenty years in prison, only eight of which he served before being pardoned.

As imagined by the movie, Arne Treholt was the commander of an elite, ultra top secret special force of ninjas who answered only to the king of Norway. After endlessly irritating Stay Behind, a anti-Communist black ops organization with close ties tot he CIA, Arne and his band of ninjas were either framed for treason or murdered.

In Luggage Of The Gods, a jet airliner dumps its cargo over a group of people still in the stone age. While you may think that this movie is imitating the more famous movie The Gods Must Be Crazy, it was actually made before The Gods Must Be Crazy hit U.S. shores, so I’ll give the movie some slack there. And that’s the nicest gesture I can give towards this movie.