I went to military school for four years, and it sucked the whole time. There were kids there who embraced it, and turned from ritalin-snorting criminals into pillars of military discipline, but I never fit that narrative– I was a nerd who snuck books into mandatory football games, and I hated pretty much everything about that place. Often, I would get in trouble, and be forced to stand at attention and get lectured about a whole bunch of things I didn’t give a crap about.
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Upstream Color will make you feel like you are having a dream. Its scenes are sound-tracked with haunting ambient music instead of dialogue, it contains no exposition, and its most dramatic, climactic moment is a scene in which one person looks up from a table to make eye contact with another person. It is a movie that will make you feel like you are floating, and it does all this despite being a science fiction movie about a mad scientist, a mysterious creature, telepathy, and experiments on pigs. It’s an amazing achievement of storytelling and acting, if you can find a quiet place to watch it in the dark for about an hour and half, I guarantee you will be left with your mind racing.
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The Warriors should be fucking ridiculous. Really look at any still from this movie, and you will see a bunch of skinny, half-naked backup dancers with giant hair trying to look hard as fuck in silly vests. It’s two steps away from being Tim Burton’s version of West Side Story, or Saturday Night Fever plus baseball bats. But for some reason, if those skinny backup dancers are standing in the blackest, dankest, dirtiest New York night with a pulsing, hypnotic seventies score behind them, they ARE hard as fuck, and you believe everything they say. The Warriors would murderize the Sharks and the Jets, and Maria would be so hot for Swan she’d forget all about Tony. The Warriors IS it’s atmosphere– the filthy dark city and that soundtrack are the extra members of the gang, and they are even meaner than Ajax. This is a movie with some pretty unsympathetic characters, a villain with no motivation, weak fight choreography, and plenty of plot holes, but you won’t give a shit while you’re watching it, because you’re gonna be too busy boppin’. The Warriors is as transporting a movie as exists, and everyone should see it.
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Michael Thelin’s 2015 babysitting psychological torture flick Emelie is a specially designed weapon aimed at every fear a parent ever had about leaving their kids with a stranger, but it’s more than that. For me, this movie dredged up a whole bunch of weird memories about what it’s like to to be an older sibling or an awkward pre-teen boy babysat by a gorgeous teenage girl, simultaneously infatuated and terrified. Emelie knows all about that stuff, and manipulates those feelings to unsettle and frighten you just like its baby-faced star screws with her charges. This is a movie that is at least as disturbing as it is frightening, a movie about making you squirm in your seat rather than making you jump in it.
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1981’s My Bloody Valentine has nearly everything you could want in a 1980s horror film : goofy deaths, silly clothes, gratuitous boobs, and a human heart simmering quietly in a pot of hot dog water. It even manages to overcome its inherent silliness for a second and be a little bit scary, thanks to being filmed in a real mine–someone chasing you down a winding pitch black tunnel is terrifying whether they have a pick-axe or not. It is a fun movie, and I think it becomes even more impressive when you learn 9 minutes of gore were cut out of it by the MPAA when it was released- while there’s lots of things missing from this movie (motivation, coherency and logic), I wouldn’t have said it was light on the red stuff.
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If you don’t like concert films and don’t know much about Elvis, Elvis: That’s the Way It Is may be the perfect concert film for you. I say that because I fulfill both conditions, and still enjoyed this 1970 video of Elvis’s come back concert at the International Hotel in Las Vegas. The film is earnest and serious about showing you what an Elvis concert is like, and though I might have enjoyed a real documentary about Elvis’s history and personal tragedies more, it’s hard to say that a piece of journalism like that is more real than this actual footage from his life, even if it is curated. This movie does four good things, one of them probably by accident:
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Mads Brugger’s 2011 documentary The Ambassador is fascinating,funny and disturbing. You should see it—but it’s also terrible and I don’t trust it. And when you’re done being entertained, you shouldn’t trust it either. This movie lets an entertaining tail wag the whole dog, and a chilling,deeply fascinating story of corrupt bureaucracy is forced to share screen time with the filmmaker’s low-rent Borat impersonation, ruining everything. There’s a reason there hasn’t been a 60 minutes/Jackass crossover, and the mixed bag of The Ambassador is it.
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