Fallen Angels (1995)

Let me try to assemble the house of cards that led to Wong Kar-wai’s Fallen Angels. In the Sixties and Seventies, King Hu brought new technical and artistic heights to the wuxia genre with his films Come Drink with Me, Dragon Inn, and A Touch of Zen. Around the same time, Bruce Lee’s The Way of the Dragon brought martial arts films to the global stage. This created an opportunity in the mid-Nineties for an up-and-coming filmmaker, Wong Kar-wai, to take his own shot at the genre. He wrote a prequel to the novel The Legend of the Condor Heroes for his first wuxia film, Ashes of Time.

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Barcelona (1994)

I originally planned on skipping Barcelona in my perusal of Criterion’s Whit Stillman trilogy, going directly from Metropolitan to The Last Days of Disco (if you call a three year gap “direct”). But it’s another year later and and I felt guilty ignoring the middle child. Plus, on paper, you gotta admit it sounds like Stillman made all the right moves in conceptualizing his sophomore effort. He teamed up with a studio, doubled down on stars Taylor Nichols and Chris Eigeman, and branched out into a more exotic locale that still drew from his personal experiences. Sounds great, right? Yeah, I mean, pretty much. I had a good time.

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Hopscotch (1980)

As long as we’ve had edgy, paranoid, cool spy thrillers, we’ve needed punchy satires of them to keep us all in check. All work and no play makes us all MAD. There were a lot of these movies post-Watergate, so we needed a big swing by 1980. Hopscotch wants to be that movie. It almost is that movie. The only problem is it’s a bit too caught up in the genre it should be dismantling. And that’s not just coming from me, a huge Hot Shots! Part Deux fan. Even Roger Ebert wrote, “Hopscotch is a shaggy-dog thriller that never really thrills us very much, but leaves a nice feeling when it’s over… It’s a strange thing to say about a thriller, but Hopscotch is… pleasant.”

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Autumn Sonata (1978)

It’s June and I’m looking through my Blu-rays for any Criterion movies I hadn’t seen yet. That’s when I’m reminded of my prize jewel, my greatest shame: Ingmar Bergman’s Cinema. A 30-disc monster containing 39 movies – arranged as a film festival – and a 248-page book, I bought this tome years ago. I was so proud at the time because I was able to take advantage of both half-off plus a pair of coupons I had earned as a Criterion Channel charter member. It carries a hefty list price of $300 and I managed to only pay $130 plus tax. But $130 is a lot of money to spend just to fill space in my IKEA bookcase.

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The Way of the Dragon (1972)

Well, here we are about halfway through Criterion Month and Colin and I have collectively written 10 posts! But seriously, I am embarrassed that we’re two weeks in and all I’ve watched are a kaiju movie and a kung fu flick. Criterion Month, aside from reading my friends’ reviews, has been such a non-factor in my life these first two weeks of July that I actually forgot that I hadn’t written this post until 12:30 in the morning the day after it was supposed to go up. But don’t you worry, dear reader, I’ll get my comeuppance. I’ll be paying for my lackadaisical ways when I have to review six movies in the last week of the month. That’ll be a real beating. Just like the many beatings Bruce Lee handed out in The Way of the Dragon.

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