Introduction

1001 movies you must see before you die. Must I? Let's see.

My name is Dagmar and I am from Czech Republic. I have a bachelor's degree in screenwriting. I study movies. I watch movies. I write about movies. I kind of mention movies a lot. I even cross stitch things I like in movies. My views on cinema could be described as peculiar. My views on the "1001 movies" list as complicated. It happens a lot that I get the feeling it wasn't that necessary to see some particular movies. Sometimes I'm really grateful I saw them. And there are also times when I don't watch any new movies for six months straight. And they keep adding new movies every damn year so I might have to never die to watch them all.

What's the score right now?
606/1245 - That's 639 left to see.
I started this experiment on July 3rd 2009 and the latest update was made on April 19th 2023.

You can find the full list here.

Wednesday, 25 April 2018

Manhunter/Red Dragon (1986)

USA
directed by: Michael Mann
written by: Michael Mann + Thomas Harris (book)

starring: William Petersen, Kim Greist, Joan Allen
seen on 25th April, 2018

-"I know that I'm not smarter than you." -"Then how did you catch me?" -"You had disadvantages." -"What disadvantages?" -"You're insane."

I'll be damned, that's what I call atmospheric. And only a film medium allows for this kind of experience to be constructed. I did get a teensy impression of it being a bit naive and a tad (agedly) funny, but a whole bunch of beautifully crafted details was enough to erase that from mind. The voice of a murdered woman from an answering machine in a house where the floors and walls are stained with the blood of her family, talks about dreams and phantasies on top of a green light behind grey blinds, subjective perceptions and large format pictures of the lunar surface, azure skies and nocturnal woods and a white prison cell and a blind woman feeling the breath of a sleeping tiger on her skin, oh yes. 

Definitely one of the cases where I would not watch the film of my own volition, but since it's one of the 1001 I was determined "to sit through it somehow" and it did turn out to be a splendid jewel. My original disdain was caused by my hatered of "The Silence of the Lambs", which I consider to be a tawdry, nasty and lurid. Well, now I can make an informed proclamation of "suck it, Demme", because Mann tops him in every way. 

Even when it comes to approach to Dr. Hannibal, I'm sorry, Anthony, but from now on your performance will only seem like a cheap version of Brian Cox. À propos, a number of other things made an impression of Lambs stealing from Manhunter, including the look and general manner of the hunted villain. And I'd like to add that I didn't really like any other Mann film and I even actively hate some of them ("The Last of the Mohicans" for example), but when it comes to Manhunter, good job, Michael. And despite all my praise I would very much be curious to see how would the film look under the direction of Lynch in all his 80s glory, given he was considered for the post.

-"What you movin' in slow motion for, man?"

Thursday, 19 April 2018

The Color of Pomegranates (1969)

Tsvet granata - Sayat Nova
Soviet Union
directed by: Sergei Parajanov
written by: Sergei Parajanov + Sayat Nova (poems)
starring: Sofiko Chiaureli, Melkon Alekyan, Vilen Galstyan, Gogi Gegechkori
seen: 18th April, 2018

I'm not at all sure whether my mind is completely at peace or wholeheartedly agitated.

 -"You are fire. Your dress is fire. You are fire. Your dress is black. Which of these two fires can I endure?"


Monday, 16 April 2018

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)

Mexico/USA
directed by: Sam Peckinpah
written by: Sam Peckinpah, Gordon T. Dawson
starring: Warren Oates, Isela Vega, Janine Maldonado
seen: 16th April, 2018

I'll admit straight away that I divided my attention between the film and cross-stitching, but I still don't think that it was entirely my fault that "Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia" strongly felt like watching several different films on several different TV chanels being changed randomly.

Both the prologue and the end were kind of divine, and if somebody were to only describe the premise and the general plot, I would think it sounds like a brilliant idea for a film, but after I've actually watched it, like wtf? Almost everything the critic's describe as valuable seems pretty absurd to me, and that's exactly the same feeling I had when watching the only other Peckinpah film I've seen so far, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. (And Warren Oates has pretty much the same sleazy macho presence here as James Coburn has there, so I guess that's the signature Peckinpah style?)

The fact that Oates presumably introduced Peckinpah to cocain during filming might actually explain a thing or two, because at times I have trouble even establishing a speculation as to what the hell is he trying to achieve with his direction. It's like there is no correlation between the emotions he's capturing on screen, or between the ways he decides to show them.