Recently enjoyed a few movies.
The Furies stars Barbara Stanwyck and Walter Houston as daughter and father on a ranch, and if you're not leaping right this moment to add it to your Netflix queue on that basis alone then I don't know what's wrong with you. Walter Houston's character is an icon of everything wonderful and terrible about the manifest destiny man. Barbara, in the manner of daughters everywhere, dates a guy her dad can't stand, and there is drama! There is also cruelty and payback, as Barbara and her on-again off-again city sharpie boyfriend scheme to rip Walter off. I enjoyed watching the forces in play ping-pong off the walls at each other.
Mr. Arkadin, the Comprehensive version. This is a lesser-known Orson Welles movie available in about 5 versions for some reason. The story is a daffy thriller, and the style is peculiar... Welle's usual virtuoso stuff is all over it, but it seems a bit jerry-rigged as well, with a charming clunkiness counterbalancing the lusher elements. For example, there's a bunch of sequences where the camera whips away from the action to end a scene, and I imagine it was supposed to be one of those whipes, you know. But instead of blurring as the camera veers away, everything stays super-clear, so you see that the camera is whipping around to a parking lot or some other irrelevant detail, where Welles may have wanted no details at all. It's fun that way. If they ever make a Live-action Ranma 1/2 movie it should feel like this.
Women in Revolt. Can someone explain to me why Paul Morrissey doesn't have a big a fan following as John Waters? The three drag personalities at the center of this film are a near-perfect comedy trio. Holly Woodlawn is manic and bizarre (she made me laugh till I was almost sick); Jackie Curtis is a flip verbal pugilist, and Candy Darling channels the glamour girls of midcentury tinseltown with a blend of archness and sincerity that I find absolutely beguiling. Andy Warhol's cinematography is terrible, but this is one of my favorite viewing experiences of the year so far.
Also, I hated Peter Jackson's Hobbit. I'll talk about that next time, maybe.