In this world, a man himself is nothing. And there ain’t no world but this one.
Terrence Malick’s first film as director in twenty years assembles various pieces of a great film into a mediocre one. The Thin Red Line
Legendary Swedish filmmaker Ingmar Bergman, director of The Seventh Seal, Fanny and Alexander, Scenes from a Marriage and Saraband, has passed away. Almost universally recognized as one of the single greatest filmmakers of the first century of film, Bergman directed more than sixty theatrical and television films since the 1940s.
I’m not going to waste my time arguing with a man who’s lining up to be a hot lunch.
Many of you might not be old enough to recall but Jaws effectively invented the concept of the summer movie as we know it today. Two years before Star Wars, it was the first film to really demonstrate the power of all those teenagers, recently freed from school, to generate an ass-load of money at the box office.
Of course, this was also before the modern marketing machine was fully geared up, so in order for a movie to become a mega-blockbuster, it depended on a lot of word-of-mouth to get people’s butts into the seats. In those days, it still required that the film not suck. Mission accomplished, I’d say.
