Slowly watching every movie on the "They Shoot Pictures Don't They?" List of the 1000 Greatest Movies of All Time.

THE LIST

Current Completion: 40%

 

410. Midnight, 1933. USA. 
D. Mitchell Leisen
John Barrymore should have done ALL the comedy in the 30’s, he’s so wild. This film is clever and charming and everything a slapstick tangle of love-riddled confusion should be. Marvelous.

410. Midnight, 1933. USA. 

D. Mitchell Leisen

John Barrymore should have done ALL the comedy in the 30’s, he’s so wild. This film is clever and charming and everything a slapstick tangle of love-riddled confusion should be. Marvelous.

409. The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, 1966. Italy.
D. Sergio Leone
Shootin’ hats offa heads. It’s clearly his favorite trick. Cheeky gunslinger.

409. The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, 1966. Italy.

D. Sergio Leone

Shootin’ hats offa heads. It’s clearly his favorite trick. Cheeky gunslinger.

408. Zero for Conduct, 1933. France. 
D. Jean Vigo
I like when it’s a loud hullabaloo and then it goes suddenly quiet. I like when it’s a flurry of movement and then abrupt slow-motion. I like the whimsy, I like the absurdity, I like the bite hiding underneath.
All in all, it was a delight, and I liked it.

408. Zero for Conduct, 1933. France. 

D. Jean Vigo

I like when it’s a loud hullabaloo and then it goes suddenly quiet. I like when it’s a flurry of movement and then abrupt slow-motion. I like the whimsy, I like the absurdity, I like the bite hiding underneath.

All in all, it was a delight, and I liked it.

407. Nostalghia, 1983. Italy.
D. Andrei Tarkovsky
This is my third Tarkovsky, and if I can sense any trend it is this: it is like being suspended in an alternate universe. Suspended, and spellbound. It’s a marvelous feeling.

407. Nostalghia, 1983. Italy.

D. Andrei Tarkovsky

This is my third Tarkovsky, and if I can sense any trend it is this: it is like being suspended in an alternate universe. Suspended, and spellbound. It’s a marvelous feeling.

406. Last Tango in Paris, 1972. France.
D. Bernardo Bertolucci
Everyone kept telling me how great Brando was in this, but I don’t know… He was way off it, for me. Sometimes it seemed like he was just saying random shit. I thought Maria Schneider was great, though. I really didn’t want to watch this, it didn’t appeal to me for some reason, and I only finally got around to it because I had a Jean-Pierre Leaud itch to scratch (I like your face, sir). But I ended up appreciating a lot about it. So I’m ticking it off the list, but with a reminder to MAYBE watch it again because Netflix obviously had to show the toned-down version. THEY CUT THE BUTTER, I KNOW THAT MUCH. But it also seems wildly wrong to rewatch it to make sure I don’t miss the rape scene. 
I mean, gross.

406. Last Tango in Paris, 1972. France.

D. Bernardo Bertolucci

Everyone kept telling me how great Brando was in this, but I don’t know… He was way off it, for me. Sometimes it seemed like he was just saying random shit. I thought Maria Schneider was great, though. I really didn’t want to watch this, it didn’t appeal to me for some reason, and I only finally got around to it because I had a Jean-Pierre Leaud itch to scratch (I like your face, sir). But I ended up appreciating a lot about it. So I’m ticking it off the list, but with a reminder to MAYBE watch it again because Netflix obviously had to show the toned-down version. THEY CUT THE BUTTER, I KNOW THAT MUCH. But it also seems wildly wrong to rewatch it to make sure I don’t miss the rape scene. 

I mean, gross.

405. Alice in the Cities, 1974. West Germany.
D. Wim Wenders
Lovely photography (that grain!), a dream-like pace, and dialogue that occasionally slips into the existential in a completely unpretentious way make this a really enjoyable, almost charming film to watch. And sometimes when people say “charming” they really mean “it was fun and it didn’t make me think too hard” but that is not the case here. This feels light as air, but it is filled to the brim with meaning and substance. I loved it.

405. Alice in the Cities, 1974. West Germany.

D. Wim Wenders

Lovely photography (that grain!), a dream-like pace, and dialogue that occasionally slips into the existential in a completely unpretentious way make this a really enjoyable, almost charming film to watch. And sometimes when people say “charming” they really mean “it was fun and it didn’t make me think too hard” but that is not the case here. This feels light as air, but it is filled to the brim with meaning and substance. I loved it.

404. 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her, 1966. France.
D. Jean-Luc Godard
Okay, but why are we whispering?

404. 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her, 1966. France.

D. Jean-Luc Godard

Okay, but why are we whispering?

403. Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, 1895. France.
D. The Lumiere Brothers
Exactly what the title says. Nothing more. Still, it’s always neat to watch actual Victorian ladies and dandies bustle about.

403. Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, 1895. France.

D. The Lumiere Brothers

Exactly what the title says. Nothing more. Still, it’s always neat to watch actual Victorian ladies and dandies bustle about.

402. Alice, 1988. Czechoslovakia. 
D. Jan Svankmajer
Basically the most enjoyably silly and fundamentally creepy thing I’ve seen, maybe ever.

402. Alice, 1988. Czechoslovakia. 

D. Jan Svankmajer

Basically the most enjoyably silly and fundamentally creepy thing I’ve seen, maybe ever.

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