Dir: Stuart Gordon // 2005 [IFC]
Cinema 4 Rating: 7
Not that my rating can (or needs to) be bought by any means, but one can certainly earn an extra notch on that rating for their film by taking out Julia Stiles. I don't mean out on a date; I mean having her character (and thus

I have to admit that this is one of the David Mamet plays that I have not read nor seen, but I dove into watching it eagerly for three reasons: Mamet, lead actor Filliam H. Muffman -- AAHH! -- damn that Stephen Colbert! -- William H. Macy, and the director. Does the fact that Stuart Gordon, the auteur of Lovecraftian wonderments like Re-Animator, From Beyond and Dagon, is directing a Mamet script throw you? Well, I've known of Gordon's theatrical career for quite a while, being a fan of Bleacher Bums back when it was on PBS eons ago. Gordon started Chicago's Organic Theatre, where Mamet had his first theatrical success with Gordon at the helm. You'd really be surprised just how deep Gordon's connections to some of the most famous actors and writers in theatre and film go; gathering some of this talent together and then summoning every ounce of his directorial skill to tackle Edmond, which appears to be a decidedly difficult and quite possibly controversial piece once it is seen, Gordon has produced perhaps his finest, most mature work to date.
This film, though, really belongs to Macy, and its a shame that his nervy portrayal of a henpecked businessman loser bursting out of his timidity in all the wrong ways was not nominated for any major awards, because its a doozy. He starts out looking like a self-made hero, finally taking the proverbial bull by the horns and getting his shit together. But then all the sewage within his system comes gushing forth from first his runaway mouth, doing damage to those to whom he initially seeks solace: whores and strippers. When a verbal assaults don't quell his growing hunger for comprehension in an non-listening world, Edmond breaks free in torrents of violent misunderstanding. It's not a huge leap to accept that Macy's Edmond is a very recognizably human movie monster run amok, and that this film really is a sort of horror film, even when most involved would probably swear it's not. Then again, it's not an uncommon thing in Hollywood anyway, the "it's not a horror film" defense. It's where the term "psychological thriller" came from. This film is "psychological" in the sheerest sense of the word, it thrills in a sick way, but its not a "psychological thriller". It's a horror film that still manages to discover notes of grace for its rampaging monster of the id. We should all be so lucky.
Der Untergang [Downfall]Dir: Oliver Hirschbiegel // German, 2004 [DVD]
Cinema 4 Rating: 8
One of those Schindler's List-like things, where you recognize that greatness is unspooling before your eyes, and you know that you really should watch, but it's going to be a chore to behold. We're in Hitler's bunker as the Russians

The true dramatic center of the film is on the fringe characters, particularly Hitler's secretary, Traudl Junge (whose memoirs form part of the basis for the film). Many of these clerical operatives were common people simply doing their job, and are remaining patriotic to their state and their leader. Traudl is of this blank-minded ilk, but also remains sympathetic and even worshipful to her cruel leader even in the face of overwhelming knowledge as to his darkness and madness. (It also must be remembered that most in Germany -- not all, but many -- were largely unaware as to the eventual extent of the Nazi atrocities). Even when they might be aware of the horrors at hand, such as the military doctor who keeps administering aid even in the face of possible death or capture, there is still some form of very human nobility to be performed before the titular downfall. Some very rough scenes await the casual viewer -- be warned, the scene with the mother coolly putting her kids down for an unwaking night of sleep is not for the faint-hearted -- but then, most of this very long film is not for that type of personality. You need to be willing to deal with the lowest depths to which man can sink, and as in Letters From Iwo Jima, you need to accept that even the enemy have hearts, souls and dreams. Even if, as a direct result of their cruel and evil actions, they should possibly relinquish their rights to them.
Il Grande Silenzio [The Great Silence]Dir: Sergio Carbucci // Italian, 1968 [IFC]
Cinema 4 Rating: 7
A fascinating "Spaghetti Western" (which I actually find a deplorable term, given the wide range of quality inherent in the derisively named genre -- and also from the fact that I prefer lasagna), made all the more so for me, as I

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