Word: films
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...uninitiated, Trekkies wear Spock ears, hound the actors for autographs, and faint if they see Leonard Nimoy in person. Trekkers publish fanzines and write doctoral theses on the show, hound the writers for autographs, and sneer when they mention Trekkies.) Both species were hopeful but anxious, afraid that a film flop would ruin the memory of the series...
...Trek fans (of which I am one), Star Wars fans, and those moviegoers who consider themselves genre connoisseurs, because they made it to Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey. All three groups will be sorely disappointed--most of all the millions of Trek fans who desperately hoped the film would be the apotheosis of the qualities that made the late '60s television series stand out during its three-year run on NBC and ten years in syndication. The film simply fails to live up to the legend created by the television series. The real flaws of the film...
...camera, and defies close-up. His wrinkles are far more impressive than W.H. Auden's; Beckett's struggle to cover the bone, Auden's are ornamental. It's a neat twist to find Beckett and Buster Keaton together in one photo (Keaton played the protagonist in Beckett's Film)--Keaton the supreme silent comedian, Beckett (equally a master of comedy) minimizing theatre toward a condition of silence...
Allen's private life is a taboo, reserved for the absent analyst, though the films are about him and intend us to imagine his complex 'interiority.' He's quite unable to imagine other people fully, as sufferers through the unspeakable Interiors will know. In Manhattan, though, he winningly has his ex-wife write about his obsessive narcissism, and the end of that film seems to me truer than anything he's done yet. Exactly because it's about the limitations of the Woody Allen persona, and the possibility that Mariel Hemingway stands for something different and better, that he ought...
...things; he limits himself to lighter moods. Conscious that his comedy doesn't do justice to the world around him, he won't permit himself to generalize. The airs of Yacowar's flimsy elevated prose exactly betray this caution. Yacowar has written a worthwhile book about Hitchcock's British Films - we need books about Hitchcock, since it's dismally current for people to think of him as 'the master of suspense,' the public property, grand and genial. Most film criticism tends to be dull, especially the kind which tries to give a prose version of the film. This can only...