Monday, March 24, 2025

Charley Varrick (1973) ****

 


Directed by Don Siegel (“Dirty Harry”, "The Shootist"), “Charley Varrick” is a neo-noir action-thriller based on the novel The Looters, by John H. Reese. The film did poorly at the box office, but I think it has elements of a lost classic.


Walter Matthau plays Charley, a crop duster and explosives expert who participates in a bank robbery. The heist goes bad, and Charley's wife and one of his partners are killed. Back at their safe house, Charley and his remaining partner, Harman (Andrew Robinson) discover that they scored way more money than expected from a small-town bank, more than three quarters of a million dollars. Charley correctly surmises that they must have gotten their hands on some Mafia cash, and sure enough, the Mob sends a hit man (Joe Don Baker) after them. Navigating between his stupid partner and the Mob, Charley hatches an elaborate plot to get away with his life, and hopefully the money.


There are pieces of a great film here, even if it does have a dumb title. (The film was supposed to be called “The Last of the Independents.” Not sure what happened there.) The title role was originally intended for Clint Eastwood, but Matthau is actually great as Charley. Andrew Robinson (the villain from “Dirty Harry”) and Joe Don Baker are excellent as well. The plot has some holes, and was so confounding that even Walter Matthau said he didn't understand the movie. Still, the film has moments of soft-spoken brilliance, and it's charming in an old-fashioned way. “Charley Varrick” hearkens back to a time when a director could just take a gritty crime story and tell it on film, no superheroes or franchises involved. Not only do they not make films like this anymore now, reviewer Paul Tatara said of the film in 1973 “they rarely make them like this anymore.” Maybe it's time for grubby-looking noir films like this to make a comeback.


4 stars out of 5

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Suspiria (1977) **1/2 and Suspiria (2018) ****

 Suspiria (1977) 


 

From Italian horror director Dario Argento comes “Suspiria.” Jessica Harper plays Suzy, an American dance student come to Germany to study at a prestigious academy. As beautiful dance students die one by one, Suzy discovers that the academy is home to a coven of witches.


Argento and his writing partner/lover, actress Daria Nicolodi (“Deep Red”), had a few inspirations for their story, including the works of Thomas De Quincey, a British essayist who wrote about his opium dreams. De Quincey imagined an analogue to the three Fates, which he termed the three Sorrows: "Mater Lacrymarum, Our Lady of Tears", "Mater Suspiriorum, Our Lady of Sighs", and "Mater Tenebrarum, Our Lady of Darkness". “Suspiria”, named for Our Lady of Sighs, barely touches on the concept, but Argento went on to develop it into a trilogy with the films “Inferno” (featuring Mater Tenebrarum) and “Mother of Tears,” with the idea being that these are 3 sister witches, who have lived for centuries in 3 different cities.


It's an intriguing concept, but Argento's directing style does not lend itself much to developing a narrative or a mythology. He focuses more on creating mood through cinematography, using Technicolor to create lush, surrealistic scenes bathed in red or blue. It adds up to a visually interesting movie, but the scenes drag on too long without really advancing the story, and there just isn't a whole lot of story there to begin with.


2.5 stars out of 5

 

Suspiria (2018) 



I was skeptical about watching a remake of a movie that I wasn't all that impressed by to begin with. 1977's “Suspiria”, by Dario Argento, was a tone poem in red and blue technicolor, without a lot to say. Fortunately, the 2018 remake takes the best pieces of the original and assembles them into something much more compelling.


Dakota Johnson plays Susie Bannion, an American dancer who travels to Berlin to study at a modern dance academy. Inspired by Madame Blanc (Tilda Swinton), the head instructor, Susie discovers new depths in her dancing. Things are unsettled in the studio, however, as they are in Berlin, itself. The story is set in the German Autumn of 1977, a restless time in Germany, marked by terrorist attacks by the leftist group known as the RAF. A member of the dance troupe (Chloe Grace Moritz) has gone missing, and everyone assumes her disappearance is related to her connection to the RAF. Her psychiatrist, Dr. Klemperer (also played by Tilda Swinton), however, comes to suspect that her rantings about a coven of witches may have some credence.


Directed by Luca Guadagnino (“Challengers”), this is a remake that surpasses the original in every way. First, while the story is about a dance studio, the 1977 film featured almost no dancing. The remake puts dance front and center, and poses it as a way of performing witchcraft. Plus, all the beautiful women in skimpy dance outfits help the 2.5 hour run-time go by painlessly. The film explores the themes of witchery, matriarchy, and rebirth much more fully than the original, which barely had a theme at all. The setting, a Germany broken by WWII and tearing itself even further apart, lends a richness and melancholy to the tale. Dakota Johnson looks great and carries the film well, but Tilda Swinton steals the show. She tempers her usual weirdo vibe by appearing relatively normal as the bewitching Madame Blanc, but then she tempers the normalcy by being unrecognizable as the male character, Dr. Klemperer and as Helena Markos, the coven's aged matron.


“Suspiria” is definitely not for everyone. The horror, the gore, the nudity, the modern dance, these will be off-putting for some, as will the film's length. If you like an art-house horror flick, and you aren't afraid to use your pause button for a bathroom/snack break, then this is one remake you will not want to miss.


4 stars out of 5

 

Saturday, March 01, 2025

Hundreds of Beavers (2022) ****

 


We really don't have enough pro-trapper movies. I think the last one was 1972's “Jeremiah Johnson.” So, the trapper community was due for some representation.


“Hundreds of Beavers” is a zany, slapstick comedy in the vein of Charlie Chaplin or Buster Keaton. It's a mostly-silent film about an apple cider brewer in the 1800's who loses his orchard and has to learn to survive in the harsh, northern winter. He becomes a trapper, going up against rabbits, raccoons, wolves, and, well, hundreds of beavers, all of whom are played by actors in full-size mascot suits. The film was written by a couple of Midwestern buddies: Mike Cheslik, who also directs, and Ryland Tews, who also plays the trapper. Made for around $150,000, it's like a live-action Looney Tunes crossed with a video game.


The film is like nothing else you will see this year, and it's an absolute delight! The gags combine the surreal with the practical. (Our first look at the wildlife is when the trapper is drinking from a stream, then looks up to see a guy in a raccoon suit peeing into the water 20 yards upstream.) LOADS of fur-suit animals are harmed in the film, and yet this dialogue-free film has a lot of heart. There is real pathos in the trapper's early isolation, as he learns his trade through painful trial-and-error and crafts snow-companions to ease his loneliness. Later, the relationships among the beavers made me question whether I still wanted to root for the trapper. But, of course, you keep rooting for that goofball, because you want him to wind up with the beautiful trader's daughter!


4 stars out of 5