Bad Timing (Nicolas Roeg, 1980). Nicolas Roeg used to be my favorite director. Bad Timing, for whatever reason, became the last Roeg film I saw for many years after I viewed it when it came out in 1980. It seems much better now. I’m reading a book about cognitive dissonance for my spring class, and the chapter I just finished, titled “Love’s assassin: self-justification in marriage,” seemed quite insightful as I watched the poisonous relationship between the characters played by Art Garfunkel and Theresa Russell. It’s a very uncomfortable picture to watch … I remember sitting in a Berkeley movie theater, and when Garfunkel’s psychologist commits his unspeakable final act, there was a lot of hissing, as if the film was on his side. It’s not. #926 on the They Shoot Pictures, Don’t They list of the 1000 greatest films of all time.
The Man Who Fell to Earth (Nicolas Roeg, 1976). It’s a Nic Roeg film festival! Perhaps this is a sign of getting old: at the time, I liked this far more than I liked Bad Timing, but now, I’d say Bad Timing is the better movie. Now perhaps I’ll watch the Roegs I really love … Performance, Walkabout, and Don’t Look Now. #482 on the TSPDT list.
9 (Shane Acker, 2009). There’s something to be said for an animated film that earns its PG-13 rating. The film’s post-apocalypse look is impressive. And it runs 79 minutes, exactly matching the standard bearer for running time, Booty Call. Unfortunately, in the end, 9 is much ado about nothing.