A low-key legend has left us, playing lead (occasionally) or supporting (predominantly) roles in at least a dozen 1001 movies. Highly respected, even hailed by critic Roger Ebert who created the »Stanton-Welsh Rule«.
We salute Stanton, talented as a musician as well as an actor, with a scene from Cool Hand Luke (1967):
Wacky animated short about a rather oblivious man versus an inventive shark with bad luck. Character design partly so-so, otherwise reasonably well executed.
Ok, but not in my book of fishing.
This student endeavor is a strange and simple little hunting/shapeshifting saga. Prejudiced, nice-looking and entertaining, with a mythological bent – somehow even sexy in a slightly awkward way.
There is something definitely wrong with the gravity, though. Not in my book of foxy ladies.
Interesting despite conventional didactics and some rather abrupt shortcuts. Solid performances from Idris Elba and Naomie Harris, plus a surprising frankness when it comes to the growing divide between Nelson and Winnie.
Reliable and competent biopic that seems a little bland compared to reality – but then what doesn’t? Eventually not in my book of legends.
Amazing technique, suggestive soundscape, brilliant synchronization.
Begins in exquisite greyscale, moves to muted and dissolving colours against lots of black, ends in flickeringly surreal visual poetry.
Abstract and experimental, heavy on monotony and repetition, sometimes maybe a little too infatuated with itself. Not in my meditative book of light and shadow.
A life of longing, with a generation gap ocean wide.
Sad, understated, unresolved. Maybe in my most beautiful book of reunion.
Another T. E. Powers »phable« from the short-lived Hearst-Vitagraph cooperation – this one dripping with irony!
Moral: Even a dime’s worth of gratitude is sometimes too much. Not in my book of good deeds.