tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82698161120550897322024-03-06T04:22:23.523+00:00100 Words on 100 filmsBen Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269816112055089732.post-88594363965003302862016-04-14T09:45:00.001+01:002016-04-14T09:45:23.155+01:00Infamous (2006)<p>Beneath the surface of this gracious and aesthetic tale of reportage and repellent murder lies a melancholic love story. A love smothered between harsh truths and elegant lies.</p>
<p>Truman glides ostentatiously between the parallel worlds of the elite and the commonalty, initially with curiosity and hauteur but ultimately with artistic integrity and grace.</p>
<p>This fascination of the human frailties behind the destructive force of the criminal mind draws us into the complexities of a troubled soul, but whose?</p>
<p>With similar backgrounds of grief, Perry and Truman bond. Each man is unable to escape from the constraints of his own making.</p>
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<p>An evil princess who collects heads; a slave race with wheels for appendages; a desert that reduces anyone who touches it into sand…</p>
<p>Baum was a voracious advocate for female rights and votes for women. His passion seeped through his work where the strongest protagonists were wise, thoughtful and powerful girls.</p>
<p>Oz may not be Utopia, but it’s home to a road of imagination and an altruistic future.</p>
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Ben Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269816112055089732.post-68092612116505016072016-02-25T15:20:00.001+00:002016-02-25T15:20:57.356+00:00The Haunting (1963)<p>Robert Wise’s chilling film is leaden with eerie tension and fraught performances. Dr Markway imprudently invites guests to act as guinea pigs in his ill-advised studies.</p>
<ul><li><p>Eleanor, a woman whose own subconscious spirit plays as much a part in “the haunting” as the malevolent phantoms encased within the stone walls of the venerable yet malignant edifice.</p></li>
<li><p>Theo hides her vulnerability behind a façade that shatters under the relentless erosion of Hill House’s enduring denizens.</p></li>
<li><p>Luke vaunts like a braggadocio but soon laments his bravado.</p></li></ul>
<p>You may never look at wallpaper the same way again…</p>
<p>In the night… In the dark…</p>
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Ben Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269816112055089732.post-65854319177440046802015-11-02T23:29:00.000+00:002015-11-02T23:29:19.568+00:00Easy Virtue (2008)<p>Between wars, we witness a slice of still life; the private lives and relative values of mad dogs and Englishmen. In the stately homes of England, this happy breed feign majesty with a design for living whilst the better half of the prodigal son is waiting in the wings.</p>
<p>The annual cavalcade will present laughter but hay fever makes the poor little rich girl world weary.</p>
<p>Will they ever find peace in out time?</p>
<p>Reflection plays a highly visual role in the movie often illuminating the topsy-turvy attitudes and distorted reality of a family out of touch with the times.</p>
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<p>It's a tale of integrity versus capitalism in the 1950s. </p>
<p>It's a tale of domestic abuse, guilt and a green fingered schlemiel. </p>
<p>It's a tale of passion, criminal activity and docile lovers overcoming the odds; defying the bruises and handcuffs, it's a most romantic apologue. </p>
<p>And within the walls of the local dentist's surgery lies a grotesque domicile of dread worthy of Orwell's Room 101. </p>
<p>All told whilst a Greek Chorus issues Anacreontic verse or operatic omens. </p>
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<p>She gives and gives unconditionally.</p>
<p>She spends her life believing in better possibilities.</p>
<p>She is genuinely a martyr for love.</p>
<p>But for all these rare and beautiful qualities, is she merely naive, immature and deluded, living out her life with unrealistic fantasies? Or is she the embodiment of everything we all really want to be?</p>
<p>Most of us believe that “there’s gotta be something better than this” in our lives and we deserve to be loved, appreciated and not humiliated. Maybe we can all live hopefully ever after.</p>
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Ben Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269816112055089732.post-47526199497477111682014-09-20T23:57:00.001+01:002014-09-20T23:58:10.450+01:00Cube (1997)<p>Reasonably low budget, considerably high concept, metaphor for life;<br/>
Born into confusion, concealed perils await, death is inevitable;<br/>
Strength within numbers, collaboration promotes achievement, the innocent ascend.<br/></p>
<p>Our protagonists are in the prime of their life, trying to get to the root of the problem without a square meal to fuel them. Each prisoner (with a moniker akin to an institute of confinement – a sweet conceit) is efficacious in their own right, but to solve the puzzle of Rubik proportions, need to work as a whole or dice with death.</p>
<p>Within the third dimension<br/>
There is always room to move...</p>
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Hollywood doesn't live up to its façade and Diane feels betrayed in life and love.
She becomes a casting director of her own fictitious drama, giving parts to those who pervade the final days of her life. As she descends into madness and Pandora's Box exudes its terrors, enter: Betty Elms - an ingénue desiring a path that is the antithesis of her recent journey. Those who aggrieved her will pay the price; the one she desires becomes her neophyte protégée.
<i>Il n'est pas de orquestra! Silencio...</i></p>
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Ben Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269816112055089732.post-23097890946473122682014-07-19T02:51:00.000+01:002014-07-19T02:52:37.015+01:00Chicago (1927)Real-life killers Belva Gaertner and Beulah Annan were Maurine Dallas Watkins' inspiration for her play's dubious heroine Roxie Hart and rival Velma Kelly; two women who became idolised despite their abhorrent criminal activity. <b>Chicago</b> is a modern morality play and a poignant indictment of a society obsessed with celebrity culture, the theatrics of the legal system and journalists' desperation for scandal. In our mollycoddled society, do we care more for performance and entertainment over truth and the lives of the innocent? Still relevant today; Frank Urson's film highlights how susceptible we are to the razzle dazzle of media and law.
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<p>Or was communism just a red herring?</p>
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Their mutual vulnerability accentuates the growing fear of what's to come. Anthony Perkins' subtle transition of emotions is chilling.
With superb dialogue, expert direction and priceless performances, it's a golden moment of cinema.</p>
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<p>Read more about <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054215/?ref_=nv_sr_1"><b>Psycho</b></a> in an older blog post of mine <a href="http://greathitchcockproject.blogspot.com.au/2011/06/psycho.html">here.</a></p>Ben Ripleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14616981728113798737noreply@blogger.com0Docklands VIC, Australia-37.8150178 144.94600779999996-37.8401053 144.90566729999995 -37.7899303 144.98634829999997