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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Daybed Critic
Fifty years ago I wrote here about the best New York City movies ever made. At that time I counted them as Rear Window, Dead End and Rosemary's Baby, with Rosemary taking the palme d'or. I will now add two other movies I've seen recently. Maybe my critical faculties have gone to Icelandic hell and I'm grading like a Ivy League professor now, but they both seemed very good to me at the time (and the time for both was somewhere around four in the morning).
Our new inductees: Birth, a movie that mirrors Rosemary in several ways, most notably that Nicole Kidman imports Mia Farrows earlier performance (and haircut) into this this 2004 movie. Lauren Bacall's final line in the film is staggeringly funny (possible disclaimer: remember, this was around 4 am) and recasts the whole cinematic exercise as a super-stylish shaggy dog story. Can there be higher praise than that? There is nothing staggeringly funny in Crimes and Misdemeanors, but it is an excellent movie if you ignore the jokes, which there are, thankfully, not many of. Strangely, with this film's addition to my list, Mia Farrow appears in two of the five greatest New York City movies, and she is reprised in a third.