OK, so three editions in and I am already super late with one of these. This one is a full week behind when I originally planned to post it, but then its spot was taken by the Rolling Stone piece. I could blame a variety of things, but let's chalk it up to good ol' fashioned don't give a crap, and then move onward. It just means that the fourth one will go up just a few days after the third, but who's counting, really?
This week's feature film count: 25; 19 first-time viewings and 6 repeats.
Highest rated films: Kansas City Confidential (1952), The Devils (1971), Gimme Danger: Story of the Stooges (2016), The Red Turtle (2016), They Live By Night (1948), and Requiem for the American Dream (2015) – 8/9 each.
Lowest rated films: April Showers (1948) and Rich, Young and Pretty (1951) – 5/9.

Such restraints show in the first film of theme park madness that he scripted and directed before he ever started to visualize the cloning of dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. Westworld has that great initial idea – an amusement park where the participants are hosted by robots costumed and mannered according to the period of the specific land in the park that they inhabit – but despite how fun the film is, I always find myself disappointed with the actual scenes inside the various lands of Delos, itself named after the island at the center of much Greek mythology and history. (In the original film, we get to visit Westworld, Medievalworld, and Ancient Romanworld, and then we get the addition of Spaworld and the title land in the non-Crichton sequel, Futureworld.) Unfortunately, the bulk of Westworld's acting and staging are pretty much what you would find on the lido deck of The Love Boat, Yul Brynner's stealthily creepy, black-clad performance as The Gunslinger notwithstanding (and I always like Richard Benjamin). Despite not being able to invest fully in any action in the film that does not involve the main character and his pursuer, I still get a real kick out of watching Westworld. This might be mere nostalgia haunting me yet again, but The Gunslinger was the stuff of nightmares when I was kid, and it still works on me. When Brynner starts stalking the sub-levels of Delos and eventually tears off his own face mask to stare blankly forward with a head full of nothing but malfunctioning wiring... Ooooh! I still get a chill. TC4P Rating: 7/9


The not-so-secret weapon of this piece is the band's lead singer, Iggy Pop. The tale of the Stooges is incredible enough, but that we get to spend most of the film in the company of Iggy is even better. He might appear crazy and physically exhausting onstage, but in interviews, Iggy is almost always sharp and erudite, exposing himself as far more well-read than you might expect. (Who knew that Iggy got his knack for lyrical brevity from The Soupy Sales Show?) I find him an engaging subject for interrogation (the director's tongue-in-cheek term, to which Iggy waggles his eyebrows), with so many great (possibly specious) stories to tell, you almost didn't need the rest of the interviewees in the film. Glad to have James Williamson, Ronny and Scotty Asheton, and Steve Mackay on board all the same (both Ashetons and Mackay had died by the time of this film's release), and Gimme Danger is all the richer for it. Jarmusch, true to his style, lets the participants, mainly Iggy, control the narrative, which might be part of what some reviewers don't like. But it is the music that won me over in the end. If you have interest in all at the origins of punk music before there was the term punk music, this film is a must watch. TC4P Rating: 8/9


Cut to 2016 and we have the same story told in Anthropoid, named after the actual name of the assassination attempt, Operation Anthropoid. Always a riveting presence (for me), Cillian Murphy plays Jozef Gabčík, one of the men assigned with hopefully changing the course of Czechoslovakia's fortunes (Jamie Dornan plays the other main assassin, though there were several men involved). If you know history at all, you will know that while Operation Anthropoid was ultimately successful in eliminating its target, the actions taken led to the full-scale destruction of the towns that aided the assassins, resulting directly in the deaths of over 15,000 Czechs alone and in greater, enforced Nazi presence and influence throughout the country. Where this film far outlasts its older counterpart is in the studious attention to detail in the sets and costuming as well as the painstakingly choreographed action sequences, which perhaps exhaust the viewer by extending a little too much, but pay off emotionally as we see the sorrow that lies beneath what would seem on paper to be an obvious victory. Regardless of the version, it is a very hard story to watch and attempt to understand because the only way to end it positively is to project one's sense of history into the future, both in the short term (the end of WWII) and the long term (the end of the Soviet era and the splitting of the country into two states). TC4P Rating: 7/9


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