Asked by the LSE Film Society which films I thought they should screen this year for our intellectual pleasure and development, I pillaged Cuban Boy's, Frappity Frap's and my personal YMDb selections and surely dazzled them with unrequited sophistication...
So here goes...
1. The Mission
2. Todo sobre mi madre
3. L' Avventura
4. Festen
5. El Ángel exterminador
6. Il Gattopardo
7. Barry Lyndon
8. Sleepy Hollow
9. Trois couleurs: Bleu
10. Teorema
11. The Deer Hunter
12. Dangerous Liaisons
13. Les Triplettes de Belleville
14. Central do Brasil
15. The Thin Red Line
16. Monty Python's the Meaning of Life
17. Akira
18. Eat, Drink, Man, Woman
19. The Godfather
20. Three Seasons
21. Fanny och Alexander
22. Babettes gæstebud
23. Paris Texas
24. 2046
25. The Sweet Hereafter
26. Days of Heaven
27. El Espíritu de la colmena
28. The Lady Eve
29. Love and Death
30. Céline et Julie vont en bateau
31. North by Northwest
32. The Insider
33. Mysterious Skin
34. Donnie Darko
35. Fargo
36. Urbania
37. Far from Heaven
38. The Third Man
39. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
40. Safe
Let's see if they make good use of our combined knowledge...
4 comments:
i remember when i first saw this film and it still ranks as one of my absolute favourites. i cry and cry and cry. if only fuking gatorade hadn't nicked the sublime soundtrack to plug their foul drink.
So, your Holiness, now your priests are dead, and I am left alive. But in truth it is I who am dead, and they who live. For as always, your Holiness, the spirit of the dead will survive in the memory of the living.
p.s. the irony of your love for this jesuit film is not lost on some of us..........gao?
Love? It's more than love. It's lust.
Welcome back totty...
I remember when this film came out: it was one of the last great flowerings of what was supposed to be the renaissance of the British film industry. This did quite well, though not spectacularly, whereas the other epic produced at the same time was Al Pacino starring in "Revolution". Which has to be one of the worst films ever, ever, ever. Even though a small part of it was filmed in my home town which, apparently, from the right angle, and at dusk, looks a bit like 18th century New York. Spooky how all paths lead back to Norfolk...
Anyway, Revolution sunk at the box office, taking the ambitions of the British film industry with it. All that was left were a few BFI-funded films (God bless them - all that Peter Greenaway), and a James Bond every two years. Oh, and those sweet people at Merchant-Ivory (Indian producer, American director - very British). Fortunately, just as Goldcrest was going under, Channel 4 came along, or we'd be completely bereft.
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