Carl T. Dreyer's VAMPYR (1932) on Criterion DVD for the first time. Wow, considering its reputation and pedigree (not to mention being Dreyer's follow-up to his still-awesome "Passion of Joan of Arc" classic) this one is a major disappointment. Just because it seeks to recreate the atmosphere of a nightmare doesn't mean the camera angles have to be so disjointed, the performances so bland (Julian West looks like he was plucked from regional theater, thrown on the set and told to act without direction) and the narrative so innocuous as to make one wish it was boring as an excuse to tune out. Apparently I'm not alone in that a lot of people have trouble with their first-viewing experiences with "Vampyr" (including our own retired Judge Munson) but, after two separate viewings (one late at night in a darkened room), "Vampyr" succeeds at nothing except pointing how far superior Browning's "Dracula" and Murnau's "Nosferatu" were at translating the vampire myths into cinematic language. Criterion did the best they could with what they had (picture looks/sounds every one of its 79 years) but, unlike "M," this is a talkie in which 'artsy' sound can't save an incoherent mess of a movie.
Rewatched JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS (1963) on Blu-ray with the Ray Harryhausen/Tony Dalton commentary track on. Minimal dead spots, buckets of enthusiasm and lots of behind-the-scenes anecdotes (with inevitable back-patting to cast/crew) make this commentary a must-listen for Harryhausen fanatics. Ray admitting that Blu-ray's high-resolution is giving away the secrets of his trade is endearing, especially since those secrets have been well-known and in the open since long before home video (let alone BD) came into play. On third viewing I'm really bothered we never get to see what Jason does to Pelias when he and his men return with the Golden Fleece (was there ever a sequel planned that fell through?), effectively ending the movie on a climax high (the skeleton fight) instead of a satisfying storytelling coda. Oh well, time to move on to other Harryhausen movies (only seen three) to get my fix.
COUSIN COUSINE (1975) on TCM-HD for the first time. Cousins-by-marriage Marthe (Christine Barrault, gorgeous) and Ludovic (Victor Lanoux) meet at a wedding, become platonic friends and then have an affair that drives their respective spouses Pascal (Guy Marchand, hilarious as a Casanova that can't take what he dishes) and Karine (Marie-France Pisier, excellent as Ludovic's needy young wife) crazy at first, then into fits of apoplectic acceptance. This movie's 1989 American remake, "Cousins," only has Isabella Rossellini's radiant beauty in its favor; everything else felt compromised by US PC morality impositions and star power casting (Ted Danson, William Petersen, etc.). Jean-Charles Tacchella's original movie though is populated by actors (young and old, men and women, ugly and pretty, etc.) that look/feel like real folks from an extended family, especially their politeness keeping them from speaking their minds to Marthe and Ludovic when they carry their affection for each other past normal mores. Too farcical to be realistic (back-to-back wedding AND funeral for the same character?
BLOODY BIRTHDAY (1981) on TCM Underground for the first time. God (if he/she/it exists) forgive me, but I liked this a lot more than Dreyer's "Vampyr" (ducks!). The low-budget premise (three kids born during an eclipse in 1970 go on a killing spree ten years later) is straight out of the lyrics from "The Sopranos'" intro ('But you were born under a bad sign, with a blue moon in your eyes') but, playing by the exploitation genre's playbook (especially the no-frills 70's shooting style and ample female nudity), this flick works. The astrological explanation given for why the 'kill switch' goes off on the little tykes (who know each other and work together) is hilarious bunk. By showing real kid actors engaged in taboo over-the-top violence (shooting naked teenagers and teachers point-blank, arrow through the eye socket, etc.), mostly during daylight hours and without any mystery about who/what the killer kids are, "Bloody Birthday" sets out to disturb and offend. If two of three kid actors weren't so mannered and unconvincing as killers (Elizabeth Hoy's Debbie is the only one that looks and acts like a cold-blooded kid), and if the music wasn't shamelessly aping Harry Manfredini's score from "Friday the 13th" (minus the 'Ki Ma' whispers), this could have been a disturbing little movie. Instead it's enjoyable 80's horror cheese that milks its (original by horror standards) premise for everything its worth. José Ferrer (as the doc that delivers the murdering trio), Susan Strasberg (teacher from hell), Lori Lethin (heroine by default) and blink-and-you'll-miss-him-in-the-background Michael Dudikoff are part of the disposable cast of nobodies firmly anchoring "Bloody Birthday" into grindhouse/cult status.
