Sergio Corbucci's NAVAJO JOE (1966) at NYC's Anthology Film Archives for the first time. Feature one of a Corbucci spaghetti western two-fer left me pretty underwhelmed. Leo 'Morricone' Nichols' score is annoying as s*** (I instantly recognized the parts Tarantino borrowed for "Kill Bill"), the day-for-night continuity is distractingly bad (if the movie were better it might have been charming) and everybody in the cast except Nicoletta Machiavelli (including a sleepwalking Fernando Rey) seem to not even be trying. You know a spaghetti western is in trouble when the bad guy you're supposed to love to hate (Aldo Sambrell's Duncan) is just boring. Ironically, despite his well-publicized hatred of this flick, Burt Reynolds delivers a pretty good lead performance. He's no Clint, but Burt's Joe commands the screen and does the loner hero thing well-enough to be the only thing worth remembering "Navajo Joe" for. Thankfully...
...Corbucci's THE MERCENARY (1968) (also at AFA for the first time) was just what the doctor ordered. Picture the DNA of "The Wild Bunch" and "The Man Who Would Be King" intertwined with every spaghetti western cliche ever conceived. Everything that was iffy or flaky with "Navajo Joe" is completely gone in this amusing, over-the-top and cinematically satisfying (much better cinematography, production values and ambition) tale of a Mexican revolutionary (Tony Musante) that hires a care-free Polish mercenary named Kowalsky (Franco Nero) to guide his attempts to both fight the Mexican army and get rich. And somehow Jack 'Curly' Palance wondering buck-naked through the desert is inserted into the story to justify a latter 'circle of death' duel between the leads. It's like a dress-rehearsal for Corbucci's "Companeros" except it can kick ass and chew bubblegum on its own two legs. Giovanna Ralli also shines as the pretty girl the men kind-of want and the resourceful peasant-turned-rebel protege. I've never seen "D'Jango" but after seeing Nero's piercing blue eyes in this I want to, badly. The scene in the desert caravan with the water barrel has to be the single best thing I've seen in a spaghetti western, ever!
MST3K: THE AMAZING COLOSSAL MAN (1991/1956) on DVD. I know this one is a favorite among MSTies but to me it's just average. The borderline-earnest, dead-serious way Mr. BIG (Bert I. Gordon) directs and his actors portray this lunacy (a 50′s shoe-string budget “King Kong”-type nuclear horror fantasy about a soldier that grows into a mad giant) robs the flick of the finely-tuned balance it needs to break out under Joel & The Bots’ assault. Glenn Langan is almost too good at bringing down what should be a gloriously goofy flick with his mopping and close-ups. The worst thing I can say about Langan is that, at his most annoying, he reminds me of a slightly poe’d Telly Savalas. It might be low-budget and B-grade, but “TACM” is one of the few “MST3K” experiments that can work well as a source of ridicule (Joel's 'I'm huge, ahhhh!' quips, Crow's 'stock footage' voice, etc.) but almost right away you go back to following the narrative because you can't help but get wrapped into it. Even the goofy props (big syrynge) or bad effects shots (Glenn’s giant hand holding Carol) don't make you forget that, even as an "MST3K" experiment, "TACM" has a dignity about itself that keeps it from joining the likes of "Manos" and "Space Mutiny" as hall of fame legends.
MST3K: RED ZONE CUBA (1994/1965) on VHS. Between this and Kurosawa's "I Live In Fear" (saw them back-to-back earlier today) my quota for cinematic nihilism is more than filled. If "The Amazing Colossal Man" was "King Kong" on a shoe-string budget then "Red Zone Cuba" is like "Tora! Tora! Tora!" done by hobos with no movie-making skill whatsoever. Even with the assistance of a hilarious short about speech posture ('there's a pear in appearance'), John Carradine's beautiful voice (!) singing the movie's theme song, stunningly-incompetent editing/filmmaking (cricket foley during indoor scenes?) and Mike & the bots clawing back at the 'deep hurting' with clever quips ('this film dares you to watch it,' 'In Cold Blood: The Series,' etc.) "Red Zone Cuba" is like a black hole that constantly sucks joy from those watching it. Even the fact writer/director/star Coleman Francis looks like Curly from the Three Stooges (something the Brains take full advantage of with hearty 'Nyuk Nyuk' jokes) can't shield us from the grimy, slimy and all-around unpleasant characters/atmosphere he brings to barely-moving life. You know an "MST3K" experiment is bad when even Mike Nelson becomes Carol Channing.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011) in theaters for the first time. Other than Chris Evans' distractingly-manly voice when Steve Rogers was a weakling (they should have altered his voice with a slightly higher pitch) this is a fun and amusing matinee serial wannabe (that happens to be a multi-million entry into an ongoing superhero movie franchise) that doesn't pretend to be anything other than what it is. Evans sells the Captain's selfless earnestness well (it doesn't feel hokey), Tommy Lee Jones has his best movie role in years and the supporting cast (Tobey Jones, Stanley Tucci, Neal McDonough, etc.) more than compensates for Hayley Atwell's flatness and Hugo Weaving's green-screen chewing Red Skull. Alan Silvestri's score is also pretty pedestrian and denies the Cap a signature musical hook like Williams' score for "Superman." Despite the mandatory CG and SFX effects (being retro makes them look less impressive than "Green Lantern's" alien worlds when in fact the opposite is true) Joe Johnston directs even the disposable scenes with all the love and care that Dante and Zemeckis brought to their Spielberg-produced 80's projects. I left the theater really wanting to see "The Phantom" or "Innerspace" again.
And, last and certainly least, this is the first time that I've watched a TV season of BIG BROTHER (2011) on CBS/SHOWTIME 2 from the very beginning. Started watching "BB" two seasons ago by accident (last year I joined a few weeks into it) which means I should have been glad that they brought back memorable couples from the last couple of years (Jeff & Jordan, Brendon and Rachel) along with I'm-told-they're-memorable Evil Dick and his daughter Daniele. WRONG! Six veteran "BB" players versus eight star-struck newbies has resulted in an unbalanced (forced to play as couples), dull (Golden Key twist) and crushingly predictable game (noobs have been routed) that has only turned interesting recently because of a crack in the veterans' alliance. It didn't help that Evil Dick left very early depriving the show of someone with personality besides Jeff (whom I like but there's way too much of him during Diary Room sessions). Ratings are up though, so America is eating this up (and so am I since I'm watching the Showtime 2 "After Dark" show as I type this) especially now that the despised 'Brenchel' duo is vulnerable. Guilty pleasure.

