Archive for tag: Albert Finney

Chasing the Hat

20 November, 2010 (07:37) | by Richard T. Jameson, Essays, Film Reviews | By: Richard T. Jameson

[This article first appeared in the September-October 1990 issue of Film Comment. It was reprinted in the National Society of Film Critics anthology They Went Thataway: Redefining Film Genres (1995).] Ice dropping into a heavy-bottomed glass: cold, hard, sensuous. The first image in Miller’s Crossing hits our ears before it hits the screen, but it’s [...]

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Manners, Morals, and Murder: Sleuth and Murder on the Orient Express

13 October, 2010 (12:40) | by Pierre Greenfield, Film Reviews | By: Pierre Greenfield

[Originally published in Movietone News 57, February 1978] Sleuth and Murder on the Orient Express. More than puzzles are to be teased out in these two jokey, backward-looking thrillers. Two ultra-British subjects are handled by two very American directors, and whodunit – or whodunwhat – is only one of many queries to be resolved. In [...]

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“Gumshoe,” “Five,” “Our Man in Havana” and Martini Movies – DVDs for the Week 2/3/09

2 February, 2009 (20:18) | by Sean Axmaker, DVD, Film Reviews | By: Sean Axmaker

What exactly is a “Martini Movie”? Sony hasn’t really explained the meaning behind the moniker it’s used to brand a collection of otherwise unrelated films from the Columbia Pictures catalogue. But based on the promotional featurettes the Sony has whipped up for each of the now ten DVDs released that imprint, a “Martini Movie” is [...]

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Review: Gumshoe

31 January, 2009 (16:51) | by Richard T. Jameson, Film Reviews | By: Richard T. Jameson

[originally published in Movietone News, May/June 1972] “SAM SPADE: Ginley’s the Name—Gumshoe’s the Game.” After a year of psychoanalysis, brought on by his girlfriend’s marrying his brother and terminated by his genial conclusion that the shrink is “off his head,” Eddie Ginley places the foregoing advert in a Liverpool paper. His breakfast-time reading is The [...]

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