World War II propaganda at its finest, this technicolor burst of anarchy tosses Daffy Duck into the fight, as he bedevils and bonks those idiotic Nazi’s, encouraging his fellow Americans to do the same in real life.
Unlike the Warner Bros. cartoons attacking the Japanese — which always depicted that Axis group with buckteeth — this is mostly absent the racism of the time.
Though it does find plenty of time to mock Hitler, at one point comparing him to a skunk.
But, if you’re gonna complain about that, well…
Ready to dance with danger?
Everyone has ulterior motives, and a lot of the characters are capable of shocking violence, in this superb Aussie neo noir from the pen of actor Joel Edgerton.
Directed by his brother, Nash, it spins a tale of infidelity, intrigue, and ever-increasing danger, as a construction foreman tries to get out of town with his mistress, the money, and his freedom.
Oh, you poor naïve rube.
Take a wrong turn, make a weak decision, and Hell opens beneath your feet — it’s the first rule of noir, whether it’s filmed in the ’40s or the 2000’s.
Let’s go for a drive.
Essentially one extended action scene, broken up by small bits of dialogue and drama, this remains one of the great rock-me, sock-me flicks.
Director George Miller, who topped himself 30+ years later with Mad Max: Fury Road, is in fine form here, pitting a grungy Mel Gibson against the dregs of humanity.
There’s a story, or at least part of one, about a bid to transport oil from one barren outpost to another barren outpost, but that’s not why we’re here.
We came for the squeal of metal on metal, and boy howdy, does this deliver.
Blood ‘n guts – the universal language.
We usually think of slasher films as an American institution, but Uncle Sam has some competition when it comes to crazed killers harassing nubile victims.
This gore-splattered mystery thriller hails from Germany and follows a pretty familiar pattern.
Having escaped a killer as a youngster — her parents didn’t fare as well — our heroine gets out of the mental hospital years later and heads for the most remote location she can find.
Surprise, surprise, the vengeful assassin is soon on her trail, leaving a trail of bodies.
As you do in these kind of movies.
Some things never grow old.
Transporting the spirit of ’30s films like Bringing Up Baby into the freewheeling ’70s, director Peter Bogdanovich scored a hit with this comedic romp through the streets of San Francisco.
Ryan O’Neal takes on the perpetually-befuddled role handled so nimbly in the past by Cary Grant, and acquits himself nicely, while Barbra Streisand is an eyebrow-arching force of nature.
The one-liners zing, the pratfalls are well-timed, the supporting cast is rich with scene stealers such as Madeline Kahn, and the result is a fizzy delight.
Come for the tribute, stay for the non-stop laughs.