Saturday at the Movies – Classic Reruns

You know I love the classics, particularly cult movies. I’m very keen on the 70’s too, you’ll know, and some old favourites never really die. Unlike pulp fiction, you don’t have to do much, to take an exciting trip. Let’s get away from YouTube’s Fake Fight Club, cheap budget casts and recycled scripts for a while, and watch something better, then. ‘Cos I know my readers have class and style, unlike the trolls I have to put up with, whose cheap dramas, and sordid smear campaigns I occasionally respond to, in passing, with retorts like these, when they beg to have their scripts considered, giving it the full treatment. I try not to laugh, or yawn, but turn it into fun. This guy does it so much better than I could, keeping it short, and sweet, like a Haiku, rather than making a whole production of it. I liked him so much, I hired him to do the dirty work.

Once in a while, ‘tho, I’ll dash a quick response myself, on the back of a StickyNote, if they beg (I know; I’m all heart).

Look, I tell them. I just don’t have the budget for that kind of thing (although shooting in black n’ white isn’t cheap these days), and I don’t wish to be associated with your cheap productions! But still, they insist, after squeezing themselves in the office window, you simply must be in this movie, so I send the doorman to escort them out again, so I won’t be bothered. It would make a terrific series, they tell him, and all we need from you is your cooperation, in being amenable to whatever we want to put in the script. They keep sending little plot hints, slipping them under the door at night, to try get me hooked on their cheap scripts, and lame plotlines, and insist that everyone’s just dying to be in it, all the biggest trolls on the seedy end of YouTube. Look, they insist, here’s the showreel preview, fresh off the producer’s studio. But that’s borrowed, and stale, and smells of socks; not even your own work, I think, then figure, don’t respond. Just keep the doorman out there. He’s good with the stare, and withering comments. I’ll stay comfy, and work my way through better content, I can go out for air later, while they spin their wheels in tiny circles in the parking lot.

Mind you, the ideas they pass off as their own stories might have some merit, insofar as having a basic grasp of the elements of drama that we get hooked on, no matter how poorly they execute them, and not having much in the way of real action. That’s the problem with low budgets, and poor scripts. We like our hearts racing, when the cars come chasin’, and a car chase plot device is far more entertaining than a gang of trolls chasing you down with pathetic plotlines, like their “Fake Fight Club Part 2”, where they try to smear you in mud, and pull you into a wresting pit, to wrestle with, well, pigs.

Part 1 never made it out of the gates, but they keep trying, and are, very. These classic 70’s movies aren’t a trial to watch at all, though. I don’t even drive, but they are fantastic front seat passenger seat gripping fun. Not that many bothered wearing seat belts in the 70s. Wrecked the ol’ image, didn’t it, when you were a beat up banger pretending to be a Jag? Oh, I did like that green Jag. Not Emerald, like meself; more a racing green. And those clean lines. Nearly as good as the script, and cleaner content than YouTube’s cess pits. You get what the budget allows, sometimes, and these are glossy, fully waxed vintage classics. Plus, you have a choice of models to choose from, for your adventure (rolls up the garage gates, with the click of a button).

Now, fancy heading for a Vanishing Point, like a troll’s karma at the end of a spent LARP? Only in a far more sophisticated fantasy production? OK then (waves while glancing in rear view mirror, and zooms ahead, with cheeky grin, adjusting sunglasses, before leaning an elbow out the window for that one-arm tan, plus leather gloved brown circle, that is the envy of pedestrians, with plain ol’ two arm tans.

Bye trolls. Eat my dust. Watch Vanishing Point here (and close pop up ad windows as usual)

(adjusts car radio, for incoming news) What? You’re not a simple script action seeking troll, like the ones that never made it big time? More cerebral type. Ah. I see. We have a second choice for you, that’s still action packed, but great script, and plot heavy, too, with Gene Hackman in the lead, and more heavy guns than the trolls could ever dream of, with their limited mental resources, to entertain you with. Enjoy.

Watch “The French Connection” here. Same deal, with the ad trolls. Close the window, then you can ignore them.

The Saturday Matinee ~ “The Lost Horizon” (1937)

Frank Capra’s “The Lost Horizon” is a great adventure movie, but the idea that captured Western imaginations in many surprising and mysterious ways, was a book first. Before that, it was a quest for a secret place, lost in the mists of time. The significance of the book and movie was as far reaching as the idea of the mystic region of Shangi-la (Shambala) that made for some legendary myths around it, for centuries to come. I usually show trailers for my movie favourites I share, but I liked this documentary so much, I thought this would provide a context for telling you about the impact that this idea of the place on the hill, somewhere, would have, in all sorts of other times and places. So, let’s travel back in time, before we see where the quest leads us, before we settle back in the moment, to enjoy the movie.

Ready to rest after your mental exertions? Grand, so. Snuggle in cosily for an armchair adventure, and a flight of fantasy Holywood style, which sees the myth and spiritual legend turned into a romantic adventure, by the wonderful Frank Capra, in glorious black n’ white (perfect for all that snow, which is often blue and purple, but we add the colour in our own imaginations anyhow, so who needs the technicolour treatment?). It’s great fun, beautifully shot, and really magical. We are so lucky to be able to glimpse this lost horizon, because there was also quite a quest to be able to recover the footage, which disappeared in the mists for a while.

“The Lost Horizon” movie link. https://m4uhd.tv/watch-movie-lost-horizon-1937-227466.html

Friday Night Movie ~ Deliverance (1972)

Man, the 70s were wild. Friday’s were the night to really let your hair down, at the disco, if the bouncer thought you were trendy enough to get in. If the disco wasn’t your scene, or you just didn’t have a date for the movie, or didn’t fancy standing in line in the rain, you could stay in, and watch some of the best movies ever made, on the magic box in the corner, which brought some of the most exciting adventures straight to your living room, as you relaxed with the Mrs. Her heart was sure to be beating rapidly over Burt, too, as you enjoyed your armchair adventures; he was one of the cutest men on the screen at the time, all ripped up and muscled, ready for action, but with that impish charm all women adore (next clip isn’t a trailer, it’s just Burt being adorable – guys can skip this bit).

Sorry, where was I? Oh, yeah. The movie. Directed by John Boorman, it’s a wild work of art, and the actors featuring in it helped create the magic, with large input into the scripts by them. It’s a movie about the relationships between men that are friends, in a fight for survival. Will they be delivered, as the title suggests, or will things get hairier than Burt’s chest, along the way? What wonderful suspense, thrills and spills, and amazing magical moments we are treated to in this survival adventure, as we shoot down the rapids, in the fight for life!

Now, I don’t want to give you a trailer for this movie, as I usually would, because I don’t want to spoil the surprises, but I can tell you that it involves some guys, played by Burt Reynolds, Jon Voight, Ned Beatty, and Ronny Cox, bonding over a manly wilderness trip. The interplay of the characters, and the subtleties of interpersonal relationships explored, within the context of an amazing fast-paced adventure of a lifetime, is superbly delivered by these actors, who brought so much to the story themselves. OK, I love Burt, but I loved all the actors in this movie. And the music, which blew everyone’s minds, is one of the most famous scenes in cinema.

Are you ready for action? Got your supplies and tackle in order? Off we go then. You know the drill. Click the link below the movie title, to go on the adventure with the guys, and just aim your crossbow (or your finger) at the annoying ad window that pops up, to get back to the movie page, and we’re ready to embark. This movie isn’t for children, or the faint hearted. Off we go.

https://ww5.0123movie.net/movie/deliverance-8545.html?play=1

Bonus Material: Interview with Burt Reynolds, years later.

Next one’s for the ladies. If you’re married, don’t let the hubby catch you drooling. Poor Burt had so many ladies drooling over him, trying to reduce him to just a beautiful thing, that he ended up having to deal with it, and got humorous with it as well. Cosmopolitan magazine readers, like meself, took a while to stop our hearts racing, when we flipped to this page, which was very funny , as well as sweet, just the way we like our fellas. Clever man, Burt managed to stay married to his also very funny, clever and cute Mrs. for six years, and like lots of couples the divorce was a bit of an adventure in hell, like Deliverance, but I don’t think they’d mind if we took just a teeny peek inside that magazine cover. Ooo la la. Burt, ya divil! (laughs).

The Saturday Matinee Movie “The Spiderwick Chronicles”

I thought I’d treat you to the movies again, since it’s turned into a rainy old afternoon, and perfect for lazing about, and watching a flick. I haven’t seen this kid friendly fantasy movie myself yet, but after seeing some spectacular flying sequences, in this music video, and finding out about it, I definitely think it’s going to be something that transforms a grey afternoon into a magical journey of the imagination, with plenty of excitement and adventure for us all to enjoy, without even having to find a griffon strong enough to transport all of us into the magical adventures zone, and be prepared to fly in heavy rain.

You know the routine by now, if you want to be lifted out of the routine: you click the movie link in the title, shown below, and then close all the annoying pop-up windows that magically appear, and, whooosh! You find yourself transported immediately, on pressing Play. Get comfy, enjoy, but no jigging about on the couch, please.

(Almost) the Weekend Movie – Blithe Spirit

It’s nearly the weekend, and you’re bored, bored, bored. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, to ask Madame Arcati to pop ’round on her bicycle for a pep-you-up scéance. Now, you are beginning to wonder, as she seems even dottier than the reputation for summoning up things from beyond the wildest reaches of the imagination led you to expect. Will a vase or two be damaged in the throes of whatever is possessing her? Will she return from the other side safely? Most importantly, will she be able to remove the troublesome apparition of your dear deceased mrs., much missed, but not enough to actually have her still hanging around, looking rather green around the gills, in a fetching way, but interfering somewhat in domestic matters you wished she would just keep her pretty nose out of?

This terribly funny movie has a script to die for by Noël Coward, and the suberb Margaret Rutherford plays the delightfully potty Madame Arcati. A real classic treat from 1945, in Technicolor, despite the fact it looks spooky that way to me, as I remember seeing it first in black and white (pre- our first colour TV, I suppose). I hope you love this witty and wonderful movie as much as I do. Should get you to the weekend laughing.

Watson, I’ve got it, by Jingo, and I know where Q is!

“Watson, I simply must tell you, old man, the most extra-ordinary thing. You remember Moriarty dropped around yesterday, while I was at my pipe, poking around for information, as usual?”
“Why, yes, um, yes, I do Mr. Holmes (hurumph) That awful man.Was he trying to find out why that attractive lady visitor was here yesterday? (thinks, pretty little thing, smiling).”

“Yes, and while he was trying to get information from me, I noticed something flew from his pocket as he retrieved his handkerchief, to blow that large snout of his in. It fell in the fire, as bad luck would have it, but I managed to distract him by cunning means, which, as you know, I’m a master of, and pointed out some new slides I’d obtained of dancing Gibson girls, at a side table. While he was busy rustling about in my intellectual mess, I reached quickly into the fire with a poker, and rescued this!”

“Oh, jolly well done, Holmes. Um, ah, what does it say? It’s rather scrappy and why’s it torn up?”

“Exactly, Watson! WHY IS IT TORN UP? It’s quite clearly something he doesn’t wish to get into the wrong hands, Probably intended to burn it himself, but doesn’t have a Mrs. Hudson about the place, to clear the fire out and light it, and such. I mean, he doesn’t have my charisma, and charm, when it comes to getting ladies to do things for you, when you want.”

“He he. Quite, Mr. Holmes (clears throat). Will Mrs. Hudson be serving buttered crumpets and tea soon, incidentally?”

“Try to concentrate for a moment, my friend, while we await the afternoon tea. This is a bona fide mystery, and I have been furiously playing my violin trying to cogitate on it. I believe I have decoded the document, after carefully unencrypting the scraps, and piecing the information together.”
“Oh, really? What does it say, Holmes?”

“It’s an invitation, to a very secret affaire. That’s why he intended to destroy it. Allow me to read it to you.”

(Dramatic pause, while sounds of a teatray rattling downstairs can be heard)

“You are cordially invited to a “Portrait of Q” Art Auction Event, to celebrate Q’s favourite number, and the recent release of the new novel by Donna Emerald, “The Q Affaire”. This exclusive event has been arranged to thank customers who bought the book. Customers who bought the book are now eligible to bid on the only known portrait of Q in existence. Wish to own this beautiful Oil on paper portrait, signed by the artist, Donna Emerald? Then come along to the event where we officially party (and grift off Q) hard, via livestream, to open the one day bidding war in style, so you can start placing your bids on Etsy, and having fun in chat. This is your top secret Q clearance level invite, to the auction of the year, at 4.30pm GMT (check your coordinates, and synchronize your watches, for a zero delta) which promises to go down like an epic stQrm. Be there, or be square. Good luck, Q Patriots!”

“Goodness, Holmes. Q! Why the whole of London has been seeking him. They’ve been seeking him in Bankok and Mexico, too, with rumours of sightings from San Francisco to Moscow, and still he eludes us all, even Moriarty, who is not half so stupid as immediate appearances suggest.”
“Yes, Watson. Someone knows his whereabouts, and someone wants to meet in secret. I’m rather curious to get a look at this Q character, finally, aren’t you? Where are my dressup costumes?”

(Door bursts open, making Watson jump, and Mrs. Hudson appears, panting heavily from the climb up the stairs with the teatray, laden down with tea and buttered crumpets, little pots of jam and sugar cubes, tiny milk pitcher of floral design etc.).

“Mrs. Hudson? We need to borrow your best dress. And bring me some glue, immediately.”

Oooooh, Ambassador.

“Oooh, Ambassador. You are really spoiling us, with all these movie screenings.”

“I couldn’t resist, darlinks. Dis is von of my favourites. Please. Take a seat.”

“psst. Who’s that funny looking man in the corner?”

“Which one?”

“Guy on the left.”

Your left, or his left?”

“THE left, silly. My left, as I look at him (sheesh, can’t wait for the movie to start (munches gloomily on a Ferrero Rocher, after unwrapping in pocket).”

“Oh, that’s Louis.”

“Oh. The other guy?”

“Just some guy.”

“Oh. Shush, it’s starting.”

Louis Bunuel Salvador Dali

“Good God. Are they still here?” (wading through the sea of Ferrero Rocher gold paper strewn about the polished floors)

“I’m afraid so, Ambassador.”

“At least tell them to close the ads windows if they are going to watch a second movie. You can skip the ads, you know, and it plays fine.” (steps around shambolic after party human debris)

https://w5.123movie.cc/movies/the-exterminating-angel

Saturday Night Fright Night In – The Host (2006)

Saturday night and not feeling the going out thing much? Then slip your slippiest slippers on and scare the pants off yourself with this Korean horror, one of my personal horror favourites. Curl up and enjoy scares, and some funny moments too, in this great movie, which I dredged up from the internet for you, in all its beastly glory. It’s sure to surprise and delight you, and to make you spill your popcorn all over your couch as well.
First, the trailer, so you can prepare yourself for the show.

Settled in nicely in the dark of your living-room? OK then, brace yourself, and click the image to start the full movie, or the link under it. Not as frightfully expensive as a  Saturday night at the movies, and even more fun than walking home in the dark.

The Host Movie (no registration)