My Darling Clementine (Ford, 1946)
I don't have much to say about this one. For me westerns generally thrive on strength of personality. My Darling Clementine is pretty pedestrian in that department, lacking a charismatic presence like John Wayne or Clint Eastwood. Everything good about it is better in other John Ford or Sergio Leone westerns.
Rating: ** / 5
23/100
Others:
Stalker ***** / 5
The five star rating is tentative, because I don't know what to make of it yet. Tarkovsky movies are just plain beautiful to look at. Stalker is about a supernatural area called 'The zone' whose form is constantly in flux, and has a room in it that grants your innermost desires. The three characters are named based on their jobs, 'Writer', 'Professor', 'Stalker'. A stalker is a person who makes money escorting others to the room without actually going into it. Whereas other scifi films would first demonstrate the danger of the zone by killing off a few unfortunate extras, Stalker doesn't. The audience is put in the same position as Writer and Professor, taking the danger and the mystique of the zone strictly on the stalker's word. (Do we really want to know our innermost desires?) The movie introspectively analyzes the difference between what we want and what we 'really' want. Tarkovsky is three for three at five stars for me now, and I'm adding Solaris to my Netflix queue.
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