BLUE (1993)

(kanopy) This is the last of my dramatic film recommendations for a while — October will be 100% horror (mostly film, some TV) and November will be all about TV, and I expect I’ll be too exhausted to write anything for December, so I’m closing September out with my favorite movie ever: BLUE, the final film in Krzysztof Kieślowski’s THREE COLORS trilogy. (Don’t worry, you don’t have to have seen RED or WHITE to get it, but you might want to circle back.)

Please excuse my indulgence, but it’s the film that crystalized to my teen mind what, emotionally, a film could imbue. A story of love and loss, of legacy and exploitation and regret, exquisitely and silently and loudly told. A woman coping with the sudden death of her husband and daughter and the lies she dealt with when they were alive, and those she tries to convince herself of while she’s trying to live. Its economy is devastating; a perfect film for the walking wounded.

That said, Zbigniew Preisner’s score does -a lot- of heavy lifting. (I still hold dear a very nicotine-stained CD of the soundtrack.) So many films cheap out on trying to showcase ‘iconic works created by their protagonists’, but SONG FOR THE UNIFICATION OF EUROPE — Julie’s version, of course because, well, spoilers — is a goddamn masterpiece:

and brings everything full-circle in a moving end-scene (NSFW):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X3gWrby52I&t=427s

So, yes, there you go. I’m not one for best of lists, but BLUE is undeniably my favorite film ever, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. I hope these words move you to watch it, if you haven’t already. Onto October, and some scary fun!

LET THE CORPSES TAN (2017)

(AMC+/kanopy/Shudder/VOD) Amplified western giallo: you’ll hear every twist of leather, you’ll see every wisp of hair, taste every bit of grit, smell their sweat and gunpowder. It’s entirely about sensuality, and it’s so extraordinarily satisfying.

Also, it’s a damn thrilling heist film and, when shit goes sideways — as it always does — it becomes something astounding.

THE TRIP (1967)

(epix/kanopy/Paramount+/VOD) Surreal drugsploitation film penned by Jack Nicholson (yes, THAT Jack Nicholson), featuring Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, and Peter Fonda’s ass and, yes, it predates EASY RIDER. It’s intriguing simply because it’s psychedelic Corman — clearly over-extending himself, but enjoying doing so* — however the end result is a bit dull, dated, and feels too long, despite it clocking in under 90 minutes. However, one line really snapped me to attention: “Gimme the thorazine. You don’t need the thorazine!”

My media tastes came of age in the early 90s, when I glommed onto sample-heavy goth/industrial acts like MY LIFE WITH THE THRILL KILL KULT, FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY, MINISTRY, and far lesser known acts and, while I don’t listen to much goth/industrial nowadays, I’m constantly tripping over samples that have been burned into my teen memory while filling in my adult tv/film gaps. That line is an iconic third-wave industrial opening sample for MINISTRY’s JUST ONE FIX. (It’s oddly excised from the video, probably because of licensing issues.) When I happen upon a sample I’ve heard for years, but never knew the source or context, it’s oddly thrilling.

THE WATERMELON WOMAN (1996)

(fubo/kanopy) Mid-90s indie queer film that Cheryl Dunye (who has directed eps of DEAR WHITE PEOPLE, QUEEN SUGAR, and LOVECRAFT COUNTRY) explores Black lesbian culture through the lens of film history. Features far more laughs than this description suggests, it’s very much of its time, but damn well worth yours.

(The following is a scene — not a trailer — as there appears to be no trailer of it online.)

SUN DON’T SHINE (2012)

(kanopy/Mubi/VOD) Amy Seitz’s directorial debut. A hard watch about a couple dealing poorly with a severe situation. Kate Lyn Sheil is amazing at toeing a thin line.

In the light of recent info regarding Seitz it seems rather twisted to watch, but is still worth your time, especially if you’re open to a modern take on BADLANDS.

SMITHEREENS (1982)

(Criterion/HBO MAX/kanopy)? The directorial debut of Susan Seidelman (DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN, SHE-DEVIL) focuses on a woman trying to get by and create an image of herself in NYC. Also features punk impresario Richard Hall, if that’s your thing.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FABULOUS STAINS (1982)

(kanopy/VOD) A very quotable look at a young female punk rock group, starring Diane Lane as Corinne ‘Third Degree’ Burns, and penned by Nancy Dowd (SLAP SHOT) who ultimately changed her credited name to ‘Rob Morton’ because she was dissatisfied with the music video ending. (I can’t imagine the film without that music video.)

As you’d expect, it has a fantastic soundtrack and features a number of punk cameos. It’s also the reason why Laura Dern sued her family for legal emancipation, as her mother wouldn’t let her work on the film.

PRINCESS CYD (2017)

(Hulu/kanopy/mubi/tubi/VOD) Absolutely charming ‘summer of self-discovery’ film about a teen visiting her writer aunt in Ravenswood, Chicago. As I lived in Ravenswood for several years (and currently live adjacent to the neighborhood) I recognized -every single location- in the film, even down to the church the aunt attends, which means that the film’s home field advantage may unfairly tilt my critical scales, but it really is an extraordinarily delightful film. Pairs well with Showtime’s WORK IN PROGRESS.

(Warning: the trailer is less of a trailer and more of a highlight reel, so you may want to avoid it.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhzSJgutiN4

ALWAYS SHINE (2016)

(fubu/kanopy/Plex/VOD/Vudu) A nuanced take on the ‘jealous friend’ genre from Sophia Takal (2019’s BLACK CHRISTMAS) that weaves in clever commentary about Hollywood and casting, while featuring deft camera work and terrific performances from Mackenzie Davis & Cailtin FitzGerald.

THE FITS (2016)

(AMC+/fubo/kanopy/Showtime/VOD) A girl training to box joins a community cheerleading team and, suddenly, members of the squad start falling inexplicably ill. More of an intimate drama than it sounds like, reminding me of Megan Abbot’s — no, not DARE ME — THE FEVER.