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Frank Langella used his eyes, tousled hair, and a turtleneck to seduce you with ease. His youthful seduction has been exchanged for an aged gravitas. He’d rather not have to look at the gradual transformation.

Frank Langella recently said in an interview on NPR that he doesn’t like to look at his movies. He made the analogy of going up into an attic and paging through photo albums, which forces you to look at your own aging over the years – and, as I extrapolate – the loss of the past, which is now contained only in a fragile image and perhaps an even more fragile memory.

For me, I don’t have to page through photo albums. Just watching old films, especially ones from childhood, sometimes brings me an acute sense of time passage and loss. Since I associate movies, TV, and music with specific periods of my life, I am often Read the rest of this entry »

Dennis Hopper is fatally fascinated by the Queen and her torpedo tits wrapped in tempting red velvety space fabric. And they haven’t even gotten her amazing hairdryer helmet off yet!

I recently took one of my occasional dives into American International Pictures with Curtis Harrington’s Queen of Blood, a talky, slowwww-moving, sci-fi feature from 1966 about an ill-fated space voyage to Mars in response to an alien distress call.

Most striking in the film are the very brief, gauzy, luminous shots of the alien ship, pre-crash, with no dialogue, lots of slow, silent movement, and a truly unearthly ambience. Don’t get me wrong; this film is AIP schlock, Read the rest of this entry »