Category: Classics & Hitchcock

Now, with Playtime, I have settled on a murderous rage so complete that it’s bound to be as emotional as I’ll get over someone who’s long dead

Although Raging Bull will always hold the title among depressing boxing movies, Ralph Nelson’s 1962 downer Requiem for a Heavyweight holds its own quite nicely, refusing to give us a final triumph, or even a glimmer of hope of any kind. The film considers sad, pathetic Mountain Rivera (Anthony Quinn), a good-hearted soul (aren’t they…

Die! Die! Die, my Darling.

Evolution gives bigoted superstition a well-deserved stomping.

One of the finest character studies of the cinema.

All that we are, then, is how we manage in the face of death.

Paul Newman’s Hud Bannon — amoral, vain, and hard as death itself — is a portrait of the emerging American man; removed from the sacrifices of war, and fully committed to the idea that values, rules, and society itself must yield to the naked ambition of a new generation

A documentary on Madonna’s rise through the music industry?

“I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.”

Bad acting meets overripe dialogue.