Dough (John Goldschmidt, 2015). One of those British comedies about staid people doing naughty things, like ingesting pot accidentally added to the dough at the kosher bakery. But there will also be a lesson about how we can all come together as peoples. Jonathan Pryce is in it, and you can’t blame him. (full review 4/29)
The Collector (William Wyler, 1965). This thing was shown on afternoon local TV sometime in the 1970s, and what a strange choice that was. I don’t think I’ve seen it since then. Wyler’s treatment seems too old-fashioned for what the movie is, although there’s a great exchange between kidnapper Terence Stamp and victim Samantha Eggar about how he can’t comprehend The Catcher in the Rye or Picasso and strongly suspects everybody else is making up their enthusiasm for art.
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