I write stuff and run the press office at the Royal Albert Hall. Big fan of Lillian Gish and The Magnificent Ambersons.
Welles’ scuzzball masterpiece, in which everything and everyone is pulled in two directions, in front of and behind the camera.
Charlton Heston is a Mexican narc whose honeymoon is interrupted by a car bomb, pitting him against racist cop Hank Quinlan (Welles), who wants to fit up a kid called Sanchez.
On the surface, it’s the grimiest, sleaziest Tex-Mex genre flick imaginable, full of dope, dirt and depravity. And yet beneath that it’s beautiful, with Welles’ bloated, bereaved anti-hero, Calleia…
De Palma: the Scrabbling Around in Europe Years.
Ambitious advertising exec Noomi Rapace seems to have it all. Her new campaign for a smartphone has invented the concept of the ‘asscam’, her intense boss (Rachel McAdams) has just gifted her a nice scarf, and her cheekbones frankly deserve a movie of their own. Then she makes the fatal mistake of diddling McAdams’ boyfriend while on a business trip, and from then on in it’s all revenge porn, car crashes and…
You can take your Juno, your Scott Pilgrim, even your Heathers, and chuck them in a skip, because Ghost World just does it all so much better. Well, all of it that's worth doing. I'm beginning to think this melancholy, bitingly hilarious crystallisation of teen ennui might be the only film I'll ever really need.
*SOME SPOILERS. ALSO, IF YOU AREN'T INTERESTED IN ORSON WELLES, YOU WILL FIND THIS BORING. EVEN IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN ORSON WELLES, YOU MAY FIND THIS BORING*
"Something had happened. A thing which years ago had been the eagerest hope of many, many good citizens of the town. And now it came at last: George Amberson Minafer had got his comeuppance. He got it three times filled and running over. But those who had so longed for it were…