Crime and Conscience Across 110th Street

  • Saturday, April 6, 2013

  • You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure
    Across 110th Street is a hell of a tester 

    -Bobby Womack, Across 110th Street
    It is impossible to talk about Barry Shear’s Across 110th Street without making reference to Bobby Womack’s blistering theme song. Like Quentin Tarantino’s Jackie Brown, 110th Street kicks off with that funky bassline and the unmistakeable echoey wak-chika-wak guitar of early 70’s soul/R&B – but unlike Tarantino’s homage to the history of Blaxploitation and strong women in cinema, the only thing Womack’s song speaks to is the sweltering image of the social pressure cooker that it narrates: Harlem. 

     
    As the credits roll and viewers are introduced to the physical landscape of Harlem, Womack wails a call-and-response about the people who scratch and survive to make up the social environment, like a desperate mirror image to the theme from TV’s Good Times (1974-1979). Like the film itself, Womack’s lyrics and Shear’s visuals come together to suggest to viewers that 1970’s Harlem is something more than just a place or the people that live in it – it’s a unique mixture of the physical and the human that combines and recombines in complex ways. To Across 110th Street, Harlem is social chemistry.

    More after the ever-lovin' jump!


    The 5000 Fingers of Dr. Letdown

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  • Wednesday, April 3, 2013

  • The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T was produced at the tail-end of the Technicolor era, having the distinction of being one of the last films produced in the three-strip format. Like many other Technicolor films, Dr. T is a musical, with a lot of absurd, expressionistic touches in its set design.

    It is also entirely a dream, and at the end none of it matters.

    Canadian Jazz Grindcore: Hobo with a Shotgun

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  • Sunday, March 24, 2013
  • Everyone give a warm welcome to our newest addition on board the #filmswap hoveryacht, Jacob McConnell! Jacob asked me, as a sort of initiation into the ranks, to recommend to him the worst movie I could think of, "worst" being however I wanted to define it. 

    In this case, I chose to go with "ethically worst". Hope you enjoy it!

    Eric

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    Hi, I'm Jacob, a friend of Eric and Dan. They invited me to be part of #filmswap and I wholeheartedly accepted.

    Today I'll be discussing a movie about a vigilante who cleans up the streets with nothing but good intentions, steely blue eyes, and an inexhaustible amount of bullets: Hobo With a Shotgun.


    Hobo With a Shotgun is the brainchild of director Jason Eisener and writer John Davies, a Canadian duo responsible for the short spoof trailer of the same name. Unlike its predecessor, popularized during the release of Tarantino's Death Proof and Rodriguez's masturbatory Return of the Living Dead tribute, Planet Terror, Hobo is a feature-length, high budget, exploitation genre movie.

    The film lives up to its exploitaiton/grindhouse conventions: minimal, cheap set design, jarring blends of music in the score, equally jarring blends of dramatic talent, a script whose dialogue is punctuated with as many "fucks" as possible, goofy gore, and an oversaturated colour palette. Each of these would be detrimental to a lesser film, but they combine in a calculated way to create a really fun movie.

    SPOILERS after the cut!

    Coming Up - 404 No Puns Found

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  • Sunday, March 10, 2013
  • Coming up soon on #filmswap, I help Dan through the recovery period of having suffered through several weeks of waiting on my post, while he saddles me with some surrealism.

    Dan's watching the blaxploitation classic, Across 100th Street, with Yaphet Kotto and Anthony Quinn:


    Meanwhile, I dive into the 1950's and try to wrap my brain around the bizarre adaptation of Dr. Seuss' The 5000 Fingers Of Dr. T:


    Follow Eric on Twitter: @fivedollardare
    Follow Dan on Twitter: @korbermite

    The Tragic Figure of Sarah - Thoughts on The Hustler

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  • The only knowledge I had of The Hustler prior to watching it was that it was connected to The Color of Money, was about pool-sharking, and starred Paul Newman. Prior to #filmswap, I had never considered watching it, despite the tons of people who were telling me otherwise. I always take recommendations with a grain of salt, and I always second guess when people say something is a “classic”. That being said:

    The Hustler is rightfully a classic film.

    Motivations are clear, characters are nuanced, and most importantly, expectations are overturned and rewritten. One of the overarching notes of the film is how Eddie Felson is a pool shark with talent but no character. Bert, a professional gambler and shady opportunist, sees in him the same thing he sees in all the people he throws down his cash on – potential. He sees the possibility of turning Eddie into another money-making opportunity. But what could have been a simple film about a master and apprentice and his coming-of-age instead became something greater.

    But it wasn’t the cool demeanor of Paul Newman, nor was it George C. Scott’s self-motivated Bert that convinced me of these qualities. It was in the tragic figure of Sarah.

    Expectations, The Elderly and The Apartment

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  • Monday, February 18, 2013
  • As much as I enjoy sitting down to watch a movie, I’m starting to become more cognizant of the fact that my experience with a film does not begin and end with the act of viewing.

    Since Eric and I first talked about #filmswap I’ve begun to pay more attention to how I watch and think about films, and what I’m beginning to recognize is just how large a part expectations play in influencing my viewing experience. In addition to my current working knowledge of cinema, the existence of trailers, Internet-hype and an omnipresent hive-mind canon of “The Best Movies Ever!” make it more and more difficult to click “PLAY” on a movie without some preconceived notions about how it’s all going to play out. Sometimes you’re validated, sometimes you’re let down, and sometimes you’re surprised – but if the #filmswap experience has taught me anything so far, it’s that part of the magic of watching movies is engaging with what you thought you knew in real-time.

    With Leaving Las Vegas, I let my preconceptions of love stories and Nicolas Cage colour my initial impressions, only to be challenged to reassess them with every minute of film – and this is what happened again with Billy Wilder’s The Apartment. 

    WHOOPS

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  • Wednesday, February 13, 2013
  • Midterms. Sorry about the stoppage.