Movies »Fallen Angel

fallen angel movieWhen you get lost between the moon and New York City, you fall in love. When you're a rotten flimflam man named Eric Stanton (no relation to the great pin-up artist) lost between Los Angeles and San Francisco, the best that you can do is a dame named Stella – a money grubbing grump with a beautiful face and knock-out body that steals from the little diner she waitresses at and makes no qualms about wanting a man who can provide her with the finer things.

Like almost every other man in town, she has Eric wrapped around her finger in no time flat and he leaves behind the prospect of joining a pair of swindling performing mediums to stay on in town and win her love.

The only way to win Stella over is with money though, and there's only one place he can think to get it. Enter the kind-hearted blond who's none to dumb when it comes to books but falls for him and his scam like a brick.

Directed by Preminger after the very successful Laura, Fallen Angel never got the same praise, and it's admittedly a smaller note in the annals of noir history. With a great performances by Linda Darnell as the bitchy Stella and Alice Faye (who all but ended her career when she walked away from the studio after so much of her role was cut from the film) as the earnest and lovesick foil, June, it's definitely worth checking out if you're in the mood for a classic noir on Netflix Instant.

The movie is based on a book by Marty Holland who, according to the British Film Institute, “Hardly anything is known about Marty Holland except that, he, was a she called Mary, who wrote two or three best selling pulp novels and then in 1949 — to all intents and purposes — vanished, there being no further record of her at all.”

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Posted on June 8, 2009

Movies »Angel Heart

angel heart Angel Heart is nothing if not divisive, managing a strange balance between campy, sly humor (DeNiro chews it up as a “Louis Cyphre” – literally, and not too hard to figure out, “Lucifer”) and a dedication to taking itself seriously as a genre piece (the genre in question being?occult noir). It's a film both extremely crude and intricate that splits audiences in half: for every person who does not care for it, you're likely to find somebody else who counts it among their favorite films.

It's overwhelmed by the controversial appearance of a very sexed up young Lisa Bonet in a very un-Cosby like role, a performance as alarming upon the film's release in 1987 as it remains in most viewers' memories. Aside from the very graphic sexuality (which nearly earned the movie an X rating), the particulars of the plot tend to have been forgotten by most viewers over the years; I recalled the mood much more vividly than any plot particulars.

It's too bad, in a way, because the story (which I was really excited to learn was based upon a novel called Falling Angel by William Hjortsberg, author of Brix Pick Gray Matters) is, on one hand, pretty straight forward. It's also pretty compelling, even as the final twists and turns delve into deeper, pulpier areas. When demons reclaim souls with special effect yellow eyes that would have worked fine decades earlier, these days they're just daring you to giggle even as you hunker under the palpable dread and muck that the rest of the movie has so effectively conjured up.

When it comes to building atmosphere and creating beautiful images, director Alan Parker is a master. Mickey Rourke, who, in the late '80s still looked human, is perfect as rumpled private detective Harry Angel. Roger Ebert wrote eloquently of his performance, “Rourke occupies the center of the film like a violent unmade bed.”

You really have to give yourself over to the movie to enjoy it, and roll with both the surprises and the obvious. Once you accept it on its own terms, you'll discover an underrated cult classic that it still (at the very least) far more interesting than most new releases you're likely to come across.

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Posted on May 25, 2009

Books »Secret Dead Men

secret dead man duane swiercynskiJam packed with quirky humor and two fisted action, I wasn't too shocked to learn that Secret Dead Men author Duane Swiercaynski also writes for Marvel comic books; this book was his first foray into fiction, though there've been a few since.

If you're religious, the story reads as a unique (even blasphemous) meditation on the soul and and the nature of after life; if you're not, then it's a metaphysical romp of a noir that even dips into shoot-em-up zombie head exploding territory.

Not the most sophisticated or flowery prose maker, Swiercaynski avoids the too common literary chip that bears down on the shoulder of most science fiction writers who, longing to attain some kind of non-genre validity, rely heavily on overly complex plotting and unsatisfying techniques like naming one character La'ai and another La'iaa. Swiercaynski's choice to write about complex ideas simply makes the book incredibly engaging.

Essentially, the story is about a collector, a man capable of absorbing souls and storing them in his brain (which he fashions into a hotel for their after life comfort). He uses this soul storing talent, plus an ability to change the appearance his face to bring down “the association” a mysterious Vegas force that destroyed his orginal body years ago.

The book is a great ride, it's quick and and it's fun and sometimes it even gets away from you a little bit, but somehow it all made a more sense once I started picturing Bruce Campbell as the protagonist.

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Posted on April 27, 2009

Books »Chuckling Whatsit

chuckling whatsit richard salaThe Chuckling Whatsit is one of those books that I revisit regularly because it's just so fun to read. Published by the leaders in bringing inventive comics to the masses, Fantagraphics, in the late '90s, the book features the signature genre blending (part horror, part noir, part goth, part melodrama, and part comedy) of artist and author Richard Sala – who you may already be familiar if you happen to recall the spectacular Invisible Hands from Liquid Television.

The plot jumps from mystery to mystery, bizarre and engimatic character to bizarre and enigmatic character at whiplash speed and leaves you a little dizzy at first, wondering just what's going on with all these secret societies, dead outsider artists, murderers and babalicious spies. Just go with it and you'll find yourself satisfied at the end of the last page in no time.

Sala's latest project is a re-imagining of Snow White called Delphine.

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Posted on April 6, 2009