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Larry Peerce’s “Two-Minute Warning” is a textbook demonstration of the thriller done wrong and a vivid example of the type of creatively milquetoast filmmaking which infected Universal during the 1970’s under the tutelage of the Lew Wasserman talent-agent-as-creative-artist mentality: generic all-star dramas (if the term “all-star” were devoid of all meaning except to indicate “somewhat familiar faces”) which reduced the subject of the project- be it disaster epic, swashbuckler, crime drama, war or biography -to an assembly line Ross Hunter-like blandness of television-level artifice that felt particularly untouched by cinematic inspiration. 102 more words
An intense young man walks the streets of New York while a moody, abstract bass line murmurs to us in the background. A young woman stops under a bright theatre marquee to check out the lurid display as a rambling solo sax underscores the scene’s sexual tension. 713 more words
Seven people on a bench on Spring Garden Road, crushed together, rump to rump, staring off in different directions, waiting for the bus.
One gazed up into the gray streaked sky at a series of crows and seagulls circling, no doubt, some faraway meat or, perhaps, a smattering of leftover fastfood french fries. 475 more words
Wow. What a film. Talk about a movie that just screams I am man! Now, I won’t say I was happy to have spent three hours with three unlikable rude jerks, but I wouldn’t want to ever take back those three hours either. 498 more words