I have to admit I kind of bought Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on impulse when the slick new deluxe edition came out this spring. But it was worth it! It’s a classic for a reason. Well, for lots of reasons. The only nit I have to pick with it is that the music dates it, but that’s a small price to pay for the chemistry and the banter and that famous final scene.
Note to self: Put The Sting in Netflix queue, and strongly resist Newman/Redford fangirl-ness.
(And here, let’s stick in yesterday too, and we’ll be all caught up.)
Happy Independence Day. Let’s watch some critical war movies. Really, I should have watched them the other way ’round. Three Kings came out long before Jarhead, but in terms of history it’s the reverse.
My DVD copy of Three Kings opens with this warning: “The makers of ‘Three Kings’ used visual distortion and unusual colors in some scenes of this film. They intentionally used these unconventional techniques to enhance the emotional intensity of the story line”. It’s so odd to think that just a few years ago that was so odd that it required comment, but now, though not used often, it needs no explanation. Anyway. Three Kings is an anti-war war movie, where motives are complex and every bullet counts. Excellent. Also, Saïd Taghmaoui is really hot. I’m just saying.
I don’t know that I have anything new to say about Jarhead. It’s still fantastic, Jake Gyllenhaal’s performance is still underrated, and I am still surprised at finding a rewatchable film from Mendes *rimshot*.