Movie Diary 6/29/2010

Lonesome Cowboys (Andy Warhol, 1968). Rare screening, thanks to the Seattle Art Museum. Well, it certainly makes a change from Grown Ups and the like. The movie rides high on (sometimes manically amusing) campiness, and in this scheme it is somehow glorious that dialogue scenes are wiped out by the sound of an airplane passing above the familiar-from-a-zillion-westerns Tuscon set.

Eclipse (David Slade, 2010). I didn’t see the word Twilight in the opening credits, so this is the title I’m going with. The series comes to an absolute standstill, which seems to be the intention – an ingenious way to tease out a 90-minute concept into five films. (full review 6/30)

The Last Airbender (M. Night Shyamalan, 2010). The stirrings of a Narnian franchise overwhelm Mr. Shyamalan, in a movie that makes one nostalgic for Lady in the Water. (full review 7/1)

The Killer Inside Me (Michael Winterbottom, 2010). Intriguing and occasionally shocking take on the amazing Jim Thompson novel, with Casey Affleck expertly doing his thing. It’s good, but it doesn’t quite sustain that level of contemptuous sarcasm that Thompson created. (full review 7/2)

Séance (Kiyoshi Kurosawa, 2000). Holds up pretty well on second viewing, and the picture of a modern society that still holds on to its supernatural superstitions is effective. And Jesus, Kurosawa freaks you out with a shot of an empty corner of a room – skills there, folks.