Saw a bunch of decent movies in the short span of a
week. Surprisingly, I enjoyed them all, and I’d like to recommend them to you,
especially the last.
The wife and I had our annual date night and went to
see Bohemian Rhapsody after dinner
and drinks. Now, I was a huge Queen fan from about 1989-1991. Bought all the
classic CDs. Jammed along on my Les Paul with them. Played “Tie Your Mother
Down” when rehearsing with my band. I especially liked Queen II (pretty much every song), though I also wore out Night at the Opera, Jazz, The Game, and Flash Gordon. So when, curiously enough, the Mrs. suggested we go see it,
I was not opposed.
If you’re a Queen fan, I’d give it a solid A. If not,
then a solid B. It was definitely written to make the surviving members look
good. The actor portraying Freddie Mercury did a spot-on impression. If they
gave out Oscars for such a thing, he’d beat out what’s-his-face doing the Dick
Cheney. The movie slickly illuminated the mythos of the band, from their
formation to their heyday to their electrifying Live Aid performance. The gay
stuff was a little creepy, but wasn’t as in-your-face as I expected it to be
given the culture climate today, though I wouldn’t recommend anyone under 14 or
so seeing it. As a fan I always overlooked that aspect of Freddie, of whom I’ve
written about in these electronic pages as perhaps the greatest rock vocalist
of all time.
Later in the week my buddy dragged me out to see Overlord. I had only seen the
commercials – World War II, Nazis, zombies (the super-aggressive type on angel
dust), haunted castle, something hanging in a placenta – ewww. But I do dig the
occasional horror flick, and he said it was getting good reviews. When you take
the horror and toss in war and possible science fiction, I’m interested.
Turns out it was a pretty decent film. Started off all
black-and-white newsreel, then went right to a pre-D-Day air drop that puts you
right in the aircraft. Very edge of your seat, very effective. The survivors
regroup, tasked to take out a tower before the Allied invasion in 12 hours …
but the Nazis have been up to no good in the catacombs beneath the quaint
little French village church. Evil, in fact, un-natural evil. A lot of it devolves
to mindless punchy violence and the zombie element could have been a little
more etched out, but it was nonetheless a real effective atmospheric thriller.
I’d give it an A-minus.
Ah, the best for last. The wife and I rented The Walk, an unheard-of 2015 movie based
on Philippe Petit’s illegal tightrope walk across the nearly-completed World
Trade Center towers in August of 1974. A few years back I was over-awed
watching the documentary of the feat, and wrote about it, here. This is
the movie version. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is absolutely perfect as the tightrope
walker. The performances are riveting. The special effects are absolutely, a
thousand-percent amazing. You’d believe the towers were still standing. I had a
lump in my throat for the final half-hour as Petit attains Nirvana above the
void, and I defy anyone not to shed a tear during the film’s final sentence and
fade-out. See it, see it, see it. Absolute perfection; grade A+.
Now, if only I can find some literature as good in my
final weeks before tax season …
