A messenger for the state dept's standard pickup tumbles into a Boy's Life Roman Holiday of tromping around post war Europe. Tight spy yarn with Power doing his usual job of making you wish William Holden had this part instead. Cast MVP is Neal's peachy femme fatale.
Florida Man Experiences Ego Death In Lighthouse, Entire Planet In Danger. Hadn't seen this in a while and it's a good, moody movie to unwind to. The impossibility of ever understanding ourselves let alone a alien intelligence, set in a dreamy Jeffrey Catherine Jones landscape.
While watching Jessie Buckley's crotch grabbing, limb flailing, air mailing it to the cheap seats performance(s) in The Bride!, I couldn't help but think about Patty Mullen's mouth. In Frankenhooker (1990), Mullen plays the resurrected girlfriend of a mad medical student, and one of the side-effects of the process is that her mouth sometimes involuntary twitches. And Mullen somehow manages to stretch the corners of her mouth to the opposite ends of her face. And it's such a funny, grotesque, unsettling…
A lady architect is stalked through her own building by the psycho security guard obsessed with her. Sleazearama shot like a Fincher Madonna music video, cause that's how they rolled in the 90s.
