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Sunday, January 7, 2024

UFOria (1984)

Sheldon (Fred Ward) is a small time crook, loving whiskey, women and Waylon – Jennings, that is. He’s rather low on cash right now, so he’s drifting into the part of California where his old companion in crime Bud (Harry Dean Stanton) has set himself up as a faith healer and preacher. Bud has about as much of direct line to a godhood as I do, of course, but he does know how to give a good show. He also has a thing for clearly bad plans, so his preaching business soon not only involves carting Sheldon out to be fake healed, but also transporting stolen cars over state lines, and using them in his preaching circus.

While he is working with Bud, Sheldon falls for discount market cashier Arlene (Cindy Williams), and she right back for him. It is clear that this kind of actual straightforward love leading to an actual relationship has never happened to him before, and Arlene doesn’t seem to have ever been really lucky in love. As different as the very straight Arlene and the very crooked Sheldon are, they might be able to be pretty good for each other if and when they manage to meet in the middle between the wild and the too normal life.

Things become complicated when Arlene, fed on UFO mags and TV, has a vision – or something of this kind – and becomes convinced she has been contacted by aliens. She even starts her own little UFO cult (not the nefarious kind). Bud does see this a prize opportunity to make some money, of course, while Sheldon is mostly flabbergasted at this development in the initially very down to Earth woman he loves.

This really obscure comedy is the only feature film directed by John Binder. Despite including some elements – the UFO cult and the scamming preacher business – that are usually more connected to the cultural air of the 80s, UFOria otherwise has a very 70s kind of feel to it. Its narrative style is loose and leisurely, featuring an approach to characterization and plot that finds much space to let people and things just breathe in scenes that would either end up on the cutting room floor going by our contemporary rules of filmmaking or would be dragged out to eternity. The film at hand does neither, and instead trusts in Ward, Williams and Stanton to fill these spaces with personality and those small bits of actorly business that can either drag a film down or heighten it. Mostly, they manage to do the latter here. I also have to admit I find it difficult to argue when a movie starts with a scene of Ward relaxing feet up in his car while driving down the Highway, singing along with a Waylon Jennings number.

UFOria isn’t quite a smooth ride, however, for it loses some its charm once it really begins committing to the whole UFO business and the usual talk about the power of belief/faith. It might very well be just my personal taste speaking here, but I was rather more interested in if, how and why Arlene and Sheldon will manage to find the place where they are better together than alone, and less in the question if believing in UFOs is going to save me. Sorry, Agent Mulder.

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Three Films Make A Post: A Western Classic in the tradition of 'Shane' and 'High Noon'.

Bite the Bullet (1975): This Western (not at all in the tradition of Shane and High Noon, whatever the taglines said) by Richard Brooks concerns an early 20th Century horse race across the Southwest of the USA. It’s a film certainly interested in the adventure, and the physical toll these adventures take, but at its core, the film does very much treat its race as a way to explore the nature of the USA, the divisions of class and race, the way crass commercialism can turn into acts of quiet heroism, the vagaries of love on an aging cowboy’s wages, and the way people of a certain age drag their pasts around with them. With Gene Hackman, James Coburn, Candice Bergen, Ben Johnson, Jan-Micheal Vincent and so on, it has a cast that helps Brooks turn something that could be a bit too didactic for its own good into something at once lively and epic.

Rancho Deluxe (1975): Frank Perry’s Rancho Deluxe, made in the same year, seems also very interested in the question of America. But unlike the Brooks film, it also has an anarchic quality to it and quite a few jokes, good, bad, and strange to make, so it never quite seems to come to an argument, and certainly no conclusion, except that sex and nudity are good (and pretty funny), rich people suck (in a very non-sexual manner), and that there’s something to be said for having a very peculiar sense of humour. And everything’s better with Jeff Bridges and Harry Dean Stanton, of course.

Bobbie Jo and the Outlaw (1976): Keeping with the decade, this AIP production directed by Mark L. Lester does its best to transfer the kind of Bonnie and Clyde doomed gangster plot that’s more at home in the depression era US into then contemporary times, with mixed results. From time to time, the film really hits on a moment or two that manages to cast very different times in parallel; at other times, it just seems to go through the sub-genre motions and couldn’t afford the period dress. The performances by our titular characters, Marjoe Gortner (also getting to preach for a moment) and Lynda Carter (who also sings and is nude, providing for more than one kink, it that’s why you’re here), are a mixed bag too, both making at least half of their scenes more interesting through their presence and choice, the other half more awkward.

It’s never a less than interesting film, though – and even this early in his career, Lester knew how to shoot a great low budget action scene or three.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Re-watching Escape From New York

John Carpenter's Escape From New York (1981) has been one of my favorite movies seen I first saw it on German cable TV about twenty years ago.

There wouldn't be much sense in reviewing it - me using six hundred words to squee "I love it, I love it" looks like a waste of perfectly good blog space to me.

So I'm just going to list some of the details that made me especially happy this time:

  • Parts of the music sound like further reduced E.S.G.!
  • The relative disinterest the film takes in Snake's little gladiatorial match, which fits its anti-hero's poise perfectly. (And is exactly the thing some of Carpenter's later macho-fests like Vampires are missing)!
  • The pure joy of having just about every single role cast with a b-movie hero(ine)!
  • An ending that still says "Fuck you!" as beautifully as a perfect punk single!

Darling of the Day: "Snake Plissken!? I heard you were dead!"