Mesdames et Messieurs, les B-Maîtres veulent célébrer un type particulier de cinéma. Films qui sont parfois grands, films qui sont parfois mauvais. Oui, les films de France. Mais pas les films typiques.
Ce mois-ci les B-Maîtres célèbrant—
Ce est QUELLE HORREUR! Tout au long de Février sur le blog B-Maîtres!
Jan 30
Oops. Lost track of time. Let’s get caught up with where Teleport City stands so far in 2015…
THE GREAT BEAUTY Arts and entertainment journalist Jep Gambardella has a problem. Standing in the middle of the swanky pageantry of Roman nightlife at the age of 65, he feels more than a bit foolish and, as a result, lost. When first we meet him, it is amid the thumping techno and drunken revelry of a lavish rooftop party that seems initially that it should be the purview of 20-somethings cutting loose in Ibiza. But through it all strides Jep, resplendent in his stylish suit but feeling increasingly out-of-place amid such bacchanal… |
SPACE: 1999 – ONCE MORE WITH FEELING Other than the long wait since the end of season one, there was little in “The Metamorph,” the first episode of Space: 1999’s second season to clue you into just how much had gone wrong with the series, and how much more wrong was waiting on the horizon. Certainly, some things had changed. For starters, there’s a new theme song and someone must have found a box of colorful orange and blue jackets in a closet somewhere, because everyone has started wearing jackets. Alphans have also started wearing ID badges with their name and photo on them because…in a confined space for years with three-hundred or people or so, I am sure it was awkward for Koenig to still not know “that one guy’s name.” So he issued the command for “Hello My Name Is” tags to save everyone discomfort at parties. |
SPACE: 1999 – ALIENS ARE JERKS Space: 1999 taught me two valuable lessons. The first is that space is depressing and best represented by the color taupe. The second is that, with few exceptions, aliens are jerks. At least in the first season, Space: 1999captures malaise, chronic low-grade depression and inertia perfectly. Moon Base Alpha itself is unsteerable. It is filled with people who have survived mostly by evaluating their situation and accepting it. Charleton Heston would not last long on Alpha—he would blow up the moon when he attempted seize control of his destiny and the moon by attaching engines to it. As the moon exploded, Commander John Koenig and Dr. Helena Russell would silently turn to one another in a final affectless, unspoken admission of their love. |
COLOSSUS AND THE AMAZON QUEEN Since you can’t really expect subtlety in the action of a peplum film, you shouldn’t expect any subtlety from the comedy or the self-referential jokes. Taken for what it is within the confines of the peplum world, this is a clever film that plays off the gender clichés already emerging in the genre. The ladies of sword and sandal films almost never do anything other than get rescued, swoon, faint, engage in erotic tribal dancing, or make strange proclamations and predictions. The important stuff, like throwing rocks at monsters, plotting dastardly schemes in the throne room, and pushing over columns, is left up to the men. |
BATTLES WITHOUT HONOR & HUMANITY II: DEADLY FIGHT IN HIROSHIMA I’ve been sitting here trying to think of an adequate way to describe exactly what it is that Sonny Chiba does and wears in this second film in Kinji Fukasaku’s highly enjoyable, highly influential Battles without Honor and Humanity series of films that delve into the world of organized crime and the role it played in rebuilding post-war Japan. The closest I can come up with to summarize the acting display by Chiba is to say that you should try to imagine William Shatner and Jimmy Walker being merged into one creature, which the director then instructs to “stop being so subtle.” |
Jan 28
The Blake Edwards movie Wild Rovers is one of the most underrated westerns to come out of the 1970s.
While Pink Angels isn’t the worst biker movie I have seen, it is definitely the strangest. Not because of its core premise – a different kind of biker gang – but the way this premise is executed.
The sci-fi thriller Xchange compensates for a low budget with a smart script, skilled direction, and effective acting.
Another resurrected review (and again about a resurrection…hmm…)
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In which a Romanian vampire in London is accidentally brought back to life during the Blitz, and initiates a campaign of revenge against the people who staked him in the first place.
Along the way he shows an astonishing disregard for the usual weapons against vampirism – mostly – and learns a valuable lesson about not hurting a werewolf’s feelings.
(So now you guys know what I was working on in December, before it all went ‘orribly wrong. And I can get back to working on what I thought I would be starting the year with.
Not that I’m altogether sorry for an excuse to put that off a bit…)
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In the far-flung future of 1940, the world is divided into two superpowers which, due to the activities of agents provocateurs, are being driven daily ever closer to all-out war.
The only hope for the world is the influential and increasingly powerful Peace League, which dedicates itself to preventing the declaration of war…whatever it takes…
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