Experienced the last twenty-three days of the '80s. Saw John Carpenter's The Thing at an impressionable age. That's about it.
I've seen Cliffhanger dozens of times now, spanning most available formats (beginning with a TV recording off BBC One circa 1997). It's pretty safe to say that big, loud action films are rarely crafted this well these days.
From the panoply of terrific special effects and on-location photography to the abominably avaricious motley crew of villains - who fucking hate each other as much as they want Stallone to plummet off a 5,000 ft cliff - this film is such…
They say the sins of the parents will be brought upon their kids, but in Lisa it's the opposite: the eponymous rebellious teen thinks she's innocently trying to attract the attention of an older man, when in actual fact this handsome devil is a literal ladykiller who mistakes Lisa - and her advances - for her mother. Though there is certainly some potential in this inverted cat and mouse idea, director Gary Sherman never quite taps into it, making what…
Still one of the most utterly indefinable, compellingly frustrating and infinitely intriguing films I've ever seen. And even as someone who is completely detached from religion, I find that The Ninth Configuration has much more to say about theological grappling than all 161 minutes of Scorsese's Silence.
Plus it includes a character who is adapting Shakespeare plays for dogs ("It's a labour of love, but damn it, someone has to do it!").
R.I.P. William Peter Blatty.