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#MovieThread VII: The Kino Awakens, Chapter Three — March Edition

From 2020 to 2025 I watched 2370 movies.
In 2026 so far I've watched another 70, for a total of 2440 movies.

This month:
* John McTiernan.
* Ninja Turtles, probably.

 Previous thread:

Starting John McTiernan, it's the movie "Nomadland" is not a sequel to, it's —

#71, or #2441, 1986's "Nomads."

John McTiernan is, of course, best known for directing "Die Hard" and "Predator," neither of which I'll be rewatching, and for going to federal prison for hiring a private investigator to do an illegal wiretap on his own producer and then lying to the feds about it.
Anyway, Pierce Brosnan is here pretending to be French, so that's not a great sign.

"Jesus Christ, he's dead!"

that's a wrap on Le Pierce Brosnan, I guess

Before promptly dying, Le Pierce Brosnan threw his whole hospital bed around, injured Dr Flax (Lesley-Anne Down) and whispered something French into her ear.

I'm sure that'll be the last we see, hear, or otherwise detect of Le Brosnan, who is, of course, the main figure on the poster.

Dr Flax suddenly finds herself overwhelmed by occasional visions from somebody else's perspective — Le Brosnan's, we learn, when she finds herself seeing his reflection in a mirror in the vision.
She's passed out, woken back up, left the hospital without much fuss, and is now going to where the visions were set. She's watching Le Brosnan sort through black and white photos with Le Brosnan's Le Girlfriend. Specific attention is drawn to a photo of an Inuit woman, so presumably this is all happening because of something something Inuit.
Some punks in a van are doin' a hassle of Monsieur Brosnan.

She's now speaking French in her sleep.

Frenchness? Infectious?

When I say "punks," please understand that they're all wearing black leather and chains and could just as easily be from "Mad Max" as from "Return of the Living Dead."

anyway, Monsieur Brosnan is now stalking them and their van, and wondering when they sleep.

He's just witnessed them punching a hole in a man's head with a steel pipe, and has decided this is the moment to come out from behind the conveniently cinematically grimy barrel and yell "Hey! Stop!"
They just stare at him, he flees, they follow, you know how it goes.

He's shaken them off. Going back for the body, he finds no body, then immediately finds them again.

I would simply not refind the murder punks?

The punks have found him, but they're now mostly gyrating at him.

I guess they've let him go, because he's back home with Le Girlfriend, who is not happy about him having disappeared for 30 hours.

He explains what's weird about the punks:

"I spent 30 hours following people who do not live any place! Ècoute moi? Do not work anyplace! I called the government, the state, their vehicle, it is not registered!"

murder, arson, AND jaywalking?

The picture is actively withholding whatever history Monsieur Brosnan clearly has with these people, or people like them.
Meanwhile, at Dr Flax's apartment, where the hospital are looking for her, a call from a man who explains that the French Monsieur Brosnan wasn't "des innois," but "Inuat," a reference to an Inuit myth to do with nomadic wandering trickster spirits. *looks at the punks* Capable of assuming human form, you say.
Developing the pictures he took of them, Monsieur Brosnan is astonished to discover the punks show up in this number of them: Zero.
You'd think the trickster spirit reveal would make me go "hm, maybe this is bad," but for all that this is a mess, I'm kind of coming around on it.

Fleeing from the punks, he's run into a nun, who's sensibly telling him to run the fucking fuck away from these fucks.

He's not gonna do it, of course. He's drawn to them.

They've followed him home. He's killed one of them, and has left him dead on the sidewalk so he can go inside and do some sex with Le Girlfriend.

It's the movie today best remembered for the "Seinfeld" episode of the same title where Elaine is the only person in town who hates it, leaving now for a screening of —

#72, or #2442, 1996's "The English Patient."

I won't say Elaine was right, but I do get it.
This thing is long, I soured on the flashback romance as it went on — it really only picks back up when Colin Firth chucks a plane at the problem, and anyway, I cared more about Hana and Kip — and overall it’s just the kind of 90s Oscar bait melodrama I don’t care for. Could cut a good half hour outta this thing without losing much.

It’s handsomely made, though, and if somebody told me they loved this, that’s another perspective on it I’d get.

If you dragged me to this a third time, though, yeah, I would absolutely be yelling “Just die already!” at the screen.

With this one I'm 8/10 for seeing this year's Best Picture nominees in the cinema, leaving now to go see —

#73, or #2443, 2026's "Sentimental Value."

Beautiful, very moving. Not got that much to say about it. Liked it, it's very good.

I've seen some interpretations of the ending that vary pretty wildly, but I'm choosing the happy interpretation — that despite everything, he gets to do it his way. (What happens to that house is a /murder/, though.)

(Wildest moment is when he holds a full roll of kitchen paper under the tap to then go clean with. A whole roll?? You made the whole roll single use???)

With and after dinner, watched —

#74, or #2443, 2026 Netflix doc “Queen of Chess.”

Interesting story about a woman I knew nothing about. But it’s a shame it has to tell her story by focusing on her rivalry with a man. Do enjoy watching her crush these dudes, though, obviously.

The idea that chess of all things should be so heavily gender-segregated is completely preposterous. Every single chickenshit defence of it in "Queen of Chess" tells you it’s 100% just about men being scared of getting absolutely destroyed. It’s the most transparent dumbshit coward misogyny shit you’ve ever seen.

As I understand it, this Brazilian Best Picture nominee is not about a secret agent, leaving now to go see —

#75, or #2445, 2026's "O Agente Secreto," or, "The Secret Agent."

Beautiful, moving, exciting, "The Secret Agent" isn't so much a thriller as it is a sort of slice-of-life-y approach to, like, look, yes, interesting times, but you still have to be a /person/ who /lives/ in those times, you know?

Takes quite a while to put down exactly what's happening and why, until he literally tells you he's been telling the story in the wrong order, which is wonderfully disorienting. Captures a time and a place and a feeling very well, I thought.

The ending is horrible, upsetting. What do you become when you're gone? History? Not even that?

A Good Movie.

I do understand the historical context for this thing specifically, but also, "The Secret Agent" does have a homophobic hairy leg in it. Looney Tunes shit. Top stuff.

It's the "Star Trek" movie that dares to ask, what if the "Star Trek" movies had a cast that actually liked being in the same room as each other, it's —

#76, or #2446, 1994's "Star Trek Generations."

#startrek #tng

Somebody at ILM real proud of this floating bottle. #startrek #tng
Ah, right, gotta fill in the Enterprises between Kirk's second and the Enterprise-D. #startrek #tos

On multiple occasions watching TNG I went "ah, the final time I'll see this TOS cast member," fully forgetting that there were some in this one.

I did mean "for the first time," and I /have/ seen this, but do I remember it? No, not really, outside of the ending.

"Signal the closest starship, we're in no condition to mount a rescue."

the look on Kirk's face is you'll need a rescue yourself if you don't let him have one last ride

#startrek #tos

"You left spacedock without a tractor beam?"
"It won't be installed until Tuesday."

who leaves home without their tractor beam, I mean, come on

Alan Ruck has been Captain of the Enterprise for approximately half a nanosecond and hundreds are already dead about it, classic "this is what makes Kirk special" stuff.
Malcolm McDowell here playing Guy Who'll Clearly Be Important Later.

hey, it's Guinan

and there's Tim Russ.

90s Star Trek actively intruding on the last ride of Those Old Scientists

Kirk here dying the world's most transparent unseen body death. #startrek #tos
Alan Ruck really sells the look of a guy who's realising just how badly he's shit the fucking bed on his first command of the Enterprise. Saved dozens of people, yeah, but losing Kirk? /Kirk/? Woof. #startrek #tos
78 years later, in a different three-letter acronym. #startrek #tng
Love them fucking around on the Enterprise-Boat for Worf's promotion ceremony. Good for him.

"Will. Just imagine what it was like. No engines, no computers, just the wind and the sea and the stars to guide you."
"Bad food, brutal discipline. No women."

these two bozos summed up perfectly so efficiently #startrek #tng

"Soran. Dr Tolian Soran."

McDowell looks good for 78 years older— Oh, wait, right, El-Aurians, Guinan's people.

The only one of this year's slate of Best Picture nominees I have to watch at home instead of in the cinema, it's —

#77, or #2447, 2025's "Train Dreams."

the movie that dares to ask, what if there were some train dreams
If I had a nickel for every one of this year's Best Picture nominees that had an animal with two faces in it I'd have two nickels, etcetera.
(The other one is "The Secret Agent.")

"I was thinking we oughta get married."
[she chuckles]
"What?"
"We already are married. Now we just need a ceremony to prove it."

this is: already very soothing, charming, nice

In "The Secret Agent," a movie that also has a homophobic hairy leg in it, the two-faced cat is both part of the surreality of the world it presents as well as a reflection of everyone in it having multiple aspects of their personality they selectively let out.

In "Train Dreams" the brief shot of the calf with two faces I think is more like, well, life in places like this (late 1800s US railway country) be like that sometimes, that type of thing.

The cat, you understand, is two cats, just like how the Wagner Moura character is both Marcelo and Armando — the cat and the man both still have to walk around in the world in the one body they each have.

Anyway, "Train Dreams" so far is mostly Joel Edgerton having a nice time.

love an old-timey dynamite detonator box, big ol' pushy handle on it.
I would say Joel Edgerton's nice to not-nice time ratio has shifted to mixed, but you do kind of expect that kind of thing from the setting, and honestly it's mostly happening around him.

ah jeez

I would simply return to my log cabin to find my wife and child alive instead of to find it on fire with them nowhere to be found.

He's retired from logging and has taken a job as a carriage driver. This US Forest Service survey conductor played by Kerry Condon is the single chattiest person he has ever encountered in his life, in that she's lightly talkative and says multiple sentences.
*agent cooper at the end of the return voice but it's joel edgerton in train dreams* what year is this