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...GREENAWAY: THE EARLY FILMS...
...triple-sec alternative to Mel Brooks' very wet humor, Peter Greenaway is the commercial cinema's pre-eminent avant-gardist. Back before he made The Draughtsman's Contract and 8 1/2 Women, he made meticulously malevolent short films (seven are collected here) and The Falls, a three-hour fake-umentary about 92 people whose lives were altered by a Violent Unknown Event. The textual and textural density is intoxicating, the English wit so dry you could choke on it. A sturdy challenge for movie lovers--and unmissable...
...Chinese director Yonfan reckons he has Mok's fan base down. "She's been in all these strange parts, sometimes triad related, and yet yuppies love her. She has a very upmarket following." Evidently. Urbane avant-garde British director Peter Greenaway, who has made a career from persuading yuppie actresses like Joely Richardson and Amanda Plummer to take their kit off, came knocking on Mok's door in 1997 suggesting a part in his forthcoming film, 8 1/2 Women. Mok turned him down: despite the lunacy of the characters she had played; she feared that full-frontal nudity...
...agonizingly squirmy. Eventually he logged some 130 credits in films and TV, most of them after he turned 75. He won an Oscar as the proper, patient butler in Arthur, but his great turns are in Alain Resnais' Providence, as a novelist with nightmares, and in Peter Greenaway's Prospero's Books--where he not only played his favorite Shakespearean magician but spoke almost all the dialogue and appeared nude...
...Deconstructing Harry is a long 89 minutes. Jam-packed with tons of characters, more vignettes than Short Cuts and loads of references to Allen's previous movies, the film never sits still-but it never really goes anywhere, either. For all of its stylistic variety and experimentation--the Peter Greenaway-esque Hell sets, jarring time shifts, jump cuts and film loops--the film leaves the viewer with a feeling of emptiness. It touches upon all of the classic Allen themes, but in its hurry to make an all-emcompassing (and, in the end, annoyingly elliptical) statement about the artist...