The Score. Decent cat-and-mousing. Shape-shifting characters seems like a whole thing back in the 90s/2000s. Fun to see actors that are just plain old now in their younger and more athletic days. I love when movies show all the gadgetry and tools that thieves put to use, borrowing from other realms to suit the need.
On the Waterfront. Second viewing, this time on the big screen. Knowing the right thing isn’t always enough. Like Edie says, “Was there ever a saint who hid in the Church?” Can’t have it both ways. But sometimes it takes some hectoring and cajoling to get your courage up. Finally Terry gets on the good side, and switches his wardrobe along with it. He moves from the (conflicted) buffalo plaid jacket to the dark solid jacket formerly owned by Joey (Edie’s universally beloved, upstanding brother). Terry rejects his genetic brother in favor of the broader brotherhood of his community. And you gotta love that Bernstein soundtrack. It’s not just supportive, it barges in and demands your attention every now and then.
Apocalypse Now. Um. Epic.
The Godfather. Not much I can add to the well-deserved praise this one has gotten over the past 40 years. Incredible storytelling. I paid a lot more attention to Gordon Willis’ work here after learning more in Visions of Light.
On the Waterfront. So good.
Mark Larson 