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One of the most disgusting horror films ever made

Some horror movies have mercy on uninformed audiences who have no idea about what they will get. The opening sequence of New Zealand horror film “Dead Alive” (1992), which is also known as “Braindead”, is a good example because it kindly gives the audiences a very clear idea of what it about and how it is about. As the hero escapes from the natives of Skull Island (Southwest of Sumatra) with a mysterious creature dreaded by the natives, he accidentally gets bitten by the animal, hidden in a wooden crate. He says he’s all right, but his local employees are suddenly frightened about that.

A world of apartheid and apartness

Sometimes people learn a hard life lesson about their world when they are young and innocent. Molly, a young white South African girl in “A World Apart” (1988), learns it in a way far more hurtful than usual. She wants her normal comfortable life to resume again, but her world is Johannesburg in the 1960s. She begins to grasp lots of injustices in her world, even while confused and hurt a lot by her parents as well as what happens to her and her family.

The girlfriend who disappeared from the face of the earth

“‘Will you walk into my parlor?’ said the Spider to the Fly.” – from the poem “The Spider and the Fly” by Mary Howitt.

The crucial moment in George Sluizer’s chilling psychological thriller “The Vanishing”(1988) can be summarized with that quote. The Fly cannot resist the offer, simply because of his intense desire to know. The Spider cannot resist making an offer, only because of his cold curiosity about the result. He has a solid prediction based on his careful calculation, but he wants to know the result in his cruel experiment, like he previously tested himself before.

A gut-chilling Japanese thriller

It begins on the last day of the semester at a classroom of some Japanese junior high school. Though they will return to their school after a month, most of the students are very excited while waiting for the time to leave their classroom and enjoy spring break. They are mostly occupied with talking with or texting to their colleagues in the noisy classroom. They do not give a damn about what their teacher tries tell to them, while never imagining the terror she will soon unleash upon them.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man

It’s always difficult to put a play on the stage. Actors and crews work hard amid many setbacks that can happen on and behind the stage. If they are lucky, they will survive today’s performance with descending curtain and some fulfillment. Then they will have to struggle for another performance tomorrow with today’s performance faded into yesterday.

It sounds gloomy, but people in “The Dresser”(1983) stick together and try to go on while believing they are accomplishing something in spite of their mundane reality in and out of theater. At one moment, one character confides to the other about her life spent on theater business: “No, I haven’t been happy. Yes, it’s been worth it.” Norman, played by Tom Courtenay, can say the same thing if asked.

The agony of making cinema

Gerardo Valero

When it comes to “Making of” documentaries, I put one above all others. It is “Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse” (1991), a full-length feature about the filming of Francis Coppola’s “Apocalypse Now”. Nothing quite illustrates its impact like Francois Truffaut’s statement: “I demand that a film express either the joy of making cinema or the agony of making cinema. I am not interested in anything in between.” That the pain it captures eventually translated into cinematic greatness only serves to make it more compelling.

Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Gerardo Valero

Don Siegel’s “Dirty Harry” (1971) may not be the greatest film of Clint Eastwood’s career but its title character is certainly the one that best defines it. Looking back, it’s hard to imagine it took five years for such an acclaimed picture to arrive here in Mexico. Censorship wasn’t common in those days but there was something about “Harry.” The only other feature that I can recall getting a similar treatment was “Two Minute Warning” with Charlton Heston. Both dealt with mad snipers on the loose so my guess is that someone decided it was better not to give anyone ideas.

“Honey, I Shrunk the Iron Curtain!”

Michał Oleszczyk

It may seem an odd choice for a personal classic, but you need to bear in mind under what circumstances this writer had first encountered Joe Johnston’s less-than-pint-sized family adventure flick, “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.” The year was 1990, the Berlin Wall has just fallen, and the eight-year-old me was eager to lay his mitts onto any chunk of Hollywood fun that wandered into the emaciated landscape of post-Communist Poland. At the time, me and my friends would inhale anything that smacked of American affluence and unbridled pop energy. Most of us didn’t own a pair of jeans, but we still craved movies showing people casually sipping Coke and having pizza slices when they pleased. (Hence the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” craze, among others.)

Symbols more real than reality

Omer M. Mozaffar

A few years ago, while sitting in the mosque during a Friday sermon, I noticed a man in the center of the second row. This is an octagonal mosque with bare white walls. On the outside, its bluish brick and yellow dome consciously invoke the Dome of the Rock, which itself, incidentally is not a mosque. This man was sitting on the blue carpet with the rest of us, about six feet away from the preaching Imam, yet interestingly, he was not looking at him. The Imam was dressed in a white thobe, white skull cap, and that contrasted his thick jet-black beard. Instead, the man of salt-and-pepper beard was staring at the giant projection of this Imam on a screen above. I don’t remember what the Imam was speaking about that day, which might explain why I was probably staring curiously at this man as he stared at the live video projection of the preacher standing right in front of him. But, for reasons I will explain below, that moment comes to mind when I think of Ridley Scott’s “Prometheus” (2012).

There will be blood

Revenge is served raw and simple in “Bedevilled”(2010). The movie delivers exactly what it promises to us, but that is not for free. There are barbarous scenes that make you wince, and then there are bloody scenes that make you cringe, but this South Korean revenge thriller has gallons of emotions to spurt on the screen in its sad, wretched character. It carefully prepares its ground while seemingly following the typical formula of revenge movies featuring abused heroines. It continuously accumulates explosives beneath its surface as the plot progresses. And then, when the time comes, it explodes its anger magnificently like a harrowing bloody aria.

Big Heart in a Small Town

Omer M. Mozaffar

As the quiet, fragrant hickory quality of the American Small Town fades into disposable plastic franchises, we find ourselves longing. For some, the American small town is the home they have been handed, being the home that they have chosen to keep. For some, it is the refuge away from the complications of city into a new simple life of inconspicuous rebirth. For many of us, however, the small town is an idealized yesterday that we mourn, nostalgic for a return to a black and white television show with Opie and Andy. The strange thing about Victor Nunez’s “Ulee’s Gold,” is that it made me long to return to a hometown, an American small town, that I never lived in.

Fighting after the war is over

There exists a stationary phase in wars unless they end quickly. The soldiers on both sides doubt whether they can survive; they are more exhausted day by day and it seems their hardship will last forever until they are killed in the battlefield. Even so, when the time to battle against the enemy comes again, they have no choice; they always do whatever their survival instinct drives them to do, and there come more scars and pains to be stored in their hurt lockers.

The Way Morgan Freeman was

Legendary movie critic Pauline Kael formally recognized Morgan Freeman’s talents in her review: “Morgan Freeman may be the greatest American actor.” It’s hard to argue with that title now, but it was in 1987 when she wrote her review for “Street Smart.”

From the perspective of more than 20 years after its theatrical release in the US, it’s rather surprising to think that this small, flawed movie boosted the career of one of the great American actors of our time. It garnered him his first Oscar nomination (he lost to Sean Connery in “The Untouchables”) and that was just the start. He has been nominated for an Oscar five times in total and received the Oscar for best supporting actor for “Million Dollar Baby”. He is now one of the most formidable actors in Hollywood and is consistently watchable on the screen.

A Tarantinian Bank Job

Gerardo Valero

One of the best things that can happen to a moviegoer is showing up expecting a standard genre film and ending up seeing something better. This was my experience with Roger Donaldson’s “The Bank Job” which at first sight seemed like just another Hollywood caper movie in which the inevitable elements could be timed with a stopwatch.

The AFI Class of ’92

Anath White

Call it a bloodbath. Not literally, of course, but it sure felt like one.

It was a Friday afternoon in late spring 1993 at The American Film Institute. The Class of 1992, which had pretty much killed itself making short films (“cycle projects”) since starting the program in September, was waiting for a list. Dreading it, too. Because everybody’d known all year that of 168 “Fellows,” as AFI calls them — only 40 (or just 8 across 5 disciplines – directing, producing, cinematography, editing, production design) would be invited back, making that coveted Second Year cut for the opportunity to produce a second year film.

A top secret selection committee debated late into the day. Even I, then Special Projects Coordinator and right hand to the Dean of Studies, didn’t know who was meeting. There was tension everywhere, clinging like the humidity of a Midwestern summer, as the committee decided, and the Fellows waited.

Lisa Nesselson from Paris: On the man who made you think you spoke French

Lisa Nesselson

Paris, Jan. 11 — The phone rang at 5:30 p.m.. It was France’s around-the-clock cable news station France24 asking if I could speak about the death of Eric Rohmer, live, in about 10 minutes. The news was very fresh in France and this was the first I’d heard of it.

Except for François Truffaut and Louis Malle, who both died relatively young, the most prolific talents of the French New Wave era are still at it. Claude Chabrol makes at least one film a year; Jacques Rivette and Alain Resnais released new features in 2009; Agnes Varda is busy mounting conceptual installations when she’s not making her delightful documentaries; Jean-Luc Godard is still tinkering away on digital video.

You begin to think they’re immortal — that much like symphony conductors who live to ripe old ages because waving their arms around is excellent exercise, that “pointing into the distance” pose so characteristic of film directors may be a boon to their longevity.

Racing toward oblivion

Omer M. Mozaffar

As we race further and faster toward a global war between Christians and Muslims, and as we feel compelled to choose sides, I have to think back to my childhood. One of the blessings of my youth is that my parents raised me in the simple, small life of the South Suburbs of Chicago. When we landed, the overwhelming majority of South Asian immigrants took residence in the North and West sides. The blessing is not that I was raised away from most other Pakistanis and Indians. Rather, that I grew up in a town that boldly, humbly calls itself a “Community of Churches.” It is a small town that banned all business on Sundays and prohibited any liquor sales any time of the day or week. And, what becomes more important is that when watching a film like Ridley Scott’s “Kingdom of Heaven” (2005), I remember my wonderful neighbors, childhood friends, and teachers far more than I remember the television and internet bigots who today masquerade as Christians, no matter how many of them there seem to be.

Mike Rix of Johannesburg discusses “District 9,” filmed in South Africa

I was born on the 20th of March 1974 in sunny Johannesburg. My love of movies began at a very young age. 80’s classics like “E.T. The Extra Terrestrial,” “Back to the Future” and “Rain Man” inspired me to study film after leaving school. At the Pretoria Technikon Film and Television School, my natural talent for low budget clay-mation was discovered when I threw together a one minute mixed-media animated short in the space of a day, which went on to score a unanimous 95% from the resident lecturers.

Since leaving film school in 1996, I’ve been involved in numerous productions for South African television, working as writer, director, animator and editor on shows such as Options, Arts Unlimited, Rise up and Read, Red Bull Flugtag, Sanlam Money Game, Golf Digest TV and Ultra Simple Golf, as well as numerous music videos, commercials and corporate training films. I also wrote, directed and edited Man in the Street, a micro-budget feature film screened at the Cannes Film Festival in 2003.

“They’re young, they’re in love, and they kill people”

I remember the first time I watched “Bonnie and Clyde” like it was yesterday. I was seventeen years old and eager to broaden my knowledge in film. On weekends, I would go watch classic movies at my paternal uncles’ who was a film buff himself. The only way to watch a movie uncut in Egypt was to purchase the video cassette from Europe or the USA and import it.

That is exactly what my uncle would do. His collection of UK video cassettes kept me busy for months. Every week I would visit him and we would watch one of Hollywood’s classics together. It was there, at his living room filled with movie posters, that I was first introduced to such memorable characters as Norman Bates, Antoine Doinel, Tommy DeVito, Hal 9000 and of course Bonnie and Clyde.

“Kill Bill” and the love of cinema

Gerardo Valero

It’s hard to come up with many directors willing to take the leaps of faith that Quentin Tarantino does in every scene of his every movie. It’s even harder to come up with any who have the talent to back-up even trying. The biggest reason Tarantino has such a huge following may be how he goes all-out with seemingly little or no concern for crashing — which, amazingly, he never seems to do.