Bertrand Blier’s rampantly and repulsively misogynist first feature (1973), known as Les valseuses in French (which translates roughly as the testicles), stars Gerard Depardieu and the late Patrick Dewaere as a couple of violent lowlifes merrily abusing womenincluding Isabelle Huppert, Miou-Miou, and Jeanne Moreausome of whom come back for more. The popularity of this obnoxious buddy film made Blier’s reputation, though U.S. viewers were deprived by censors of about five minutes of nastinesswhich have now been thoughtfully restored. (JR) Read more
A Feiffer-like New York cartoonist (Gene Wilder) meets and marries a chef (Christine Lahti), and their marriage gradually comes apart at the seams after they discover that they can’t have a baby; he gets involved with a forthright TV sports producer (Mary Stuart Masterson). All three leads do their likable best with underdeveloped characters, a meandering script by Norman Steinberg and David Frankel, and flat-footed direction by Leonard Nimoy, but at best they and Fred Murphy’s able cinematography only keep the film watchable, not interesting. The credits, by the way, claim that the script was based upon an article by Bob Greene, although all Greene did was write a column about a Delta Gamma convention that figures as a brief episode here. (JR) Read more
Two low-budget horror pictures directed in 1946 for the PRC studio by Frank Wysbar, a German director who emigrated to Hollywood in the 40s. The most notable thing about Devil Bat’s Daughtera quiet psychological thriller in the Val Lewton mode about a young woman (Rosemary LePlanche) who may or may not be murdering people and animals in her sleepis the low-key avoidance of cliches in the performances. Strangler of the Swamp, which I only sampled, is a remake of Wysbar’s German film Fahrman Maria, starring LePlanche and none other than Blake Edwards in his predirectorial days; this film seems to do a bit more with mood and atmosphere. (JR) Read more
James Toback’s ruminations about the Meaning of It All (1989), as expressed through conversations with a wide variety of people of different ages and ethnic backgrounds — artists, athletes, businesspeople, students, the film’s producer, and so on. Needless to say, sex and death are two of the main topics on the table. Toback has found various ways of keeping both the talking heads and the ways they’re shown fairly diversified, and the results hold one as well as a good TV talk show — though as in his fiction features (Fingers, Exposed) Toback’s inflated sense of what he’s about occasionally gets in the way. (JR)
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