A truly nuts lost 70s sci-fi(?)/horror(?) classic(?) involving an evil tween, her pet falcon that pecks out people’s eyes, people in wheelchairs getting thrown through large aquariums, dramatic games of Pong, and John Huston slowly walking down the world’s tallest escalator. I love it so much.
Maybe the first great heist movie, for me it still works just as well today as it did 70 years ago.
I still think this enjoyable adventure story holds up, though the story of its shooting in the Congo (including possible accidental cannibalism) is now at least as famous as the movie itself.
John Huston’s final film adapts a short story by James Joyce about a party in 1904 Dublin.
A story where three very grizzled dudes find gold in the wilderness and it drives them all nuts. A manly man’s parable about greed.
The definitive neo-noir, a movie I love, now inextricably linked with the crimes of its director.
A movie that launched legendary careers and an entire classic genre of film, and is also pretty fun in its own right.