Series Review: Returning to the Gold Standard — “The Story of Film: An Odyssey”

I reviewed “The Story of Film” back when it first made its way to the US via Netflix over a dozen years ago, and like everyone else who weighed in on it, called it “a film school” course in streaming form.

But it was a cursory review, based on the early episodes, and deadline pressures kept me from getting back to all of Mark Cousins’ fifteen (initial) episodes about film history, the innovators and revolutions and “golden ages” of the cinemas of America, Germany, China, Italy, Japan, Africa and so on.

In the years since, no series has come along — detailing the invention or discovery of continuity editing, the close-up, split screens and parallel structure narratives, the rise of this or that movie trend or national cinema or iconic, rule-inventing filmmaker — to challenge its place as The Best Film History Series of Them All.

So with the summer cinema of 2025 winding down, and that godawful “Titans” drama with a hint of “docu” series on Netflix now, I’ thought I’d track down Cousins’ series and finish it off. It’s available as part of Amazon Prime, now.

The Northern Irish Cousins is an idiosyncratic tour guide, gushing over this little seen corner of the world or that little-appreciated film or filmmaker. His quiet, flat, lightly-accented narration is somewhat sleep inducing.

And he wears out phrases like “golden age” and how this or that trend “would change the story of film.”

But this series is a film buff’s dream, a thorough, global appreciation of where the Big Ideas and storytelling novelties of cinema were first introduced. If your “understanding” of film history is warped by Hollywood mythology and an America-centric view of the movies, as mine was, you mind can’t help but have your eyes opened by learning Indian cinema beyond and before Satyajit Ray, the “revolution” that Egypt’s “Cairo Station” was and the ways Robert Bresson, Fellini, Ozu, Passolini and Kurosawa, as well as Welles, Ford and Hitchock, influenced decades of movies that followed their heydays.

Every episode roughly encompasses an era — usually about a decade long — from the earliest silents of the Lumiere brothers, Edwin S. Porter and Georges Melies to the vast leaps that German cinema and Scandinavian films made during the silent era, the earliest epics through the movies of China’s first cinematic “golden age” (the 1930s) and onward.

The French New Wave, New American Cinema of the ’60s and ’70s, Africa and South America’s earliest smashes, Japan’s pre-war films compensating for a cruel,imperialist culture and post-war embrace of the need to evolve, “An Odyssey” truly covers as many of the waypoints the movies have passed through as would seem humanly possible in one lifetime.

Here’s Cousins on the godfather of Hong Kong kung fu cinema, King Hu.

“If John Ford had been into Buddhism, ballet and zero gravity gravity (wirework flying martial artists), he might have made films like King Hu.”

“Muhammad: Messenger of God” earns a closer look for “innovations,” as do kung fu films, Bollywood action musicals and “The Horse Thief,” the “Fifth Generation” Chinese film that Cousins agrees with Scorsese was “the best film of the ’80s,” a “rebellious” decade when communism lashed out in dying gasps and conservative “lies” were challenged by an emerging indie cinema in the West.

The filmmaking team of John Sayles and Maggie Renzi are celebrated as “standard bearers” of
American indie cinema. “Intolerance” turns up as inspiration for scores of epic imitations ,”The Blair Witch Project” embraced as the ultimate “digital age” smash and Gus Van Sant appreciated for his consistently “out there” hits (“Elephant,” its inspiration and title are explained) and misses (“Gerry“).

Spielberg’s “signature shot,” that moment of “awe” in so many of his movies, is sampled. Mercedes McCambridge reveals the ways she inhabited the “entity” voice of Lucifer in “The Exorcist,” and Luke Skywalker trusting “the force,” his feelings, rather than reason and his targeting computer becomes the metaphor for American cinema in the ’70s and beyond, “feeling” no longer “thinking.”

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Documentary Review: The Psychology of “Ordinary Men” who carried out “The Forgotten Holocaust”

It can’t be a coincidence that Netflix chose this moment in time to stream the 2022 German TV doc “Ganz normale Männer – Der ‘vergessene Holocaust,'” “Ordinary Men: The Forgotten Holocaust.”

The Internet is overrun with videos of masked goons attacking, roughing up and “arresting” people who may or may not be immigrants — almost entirely “brown people” — and may or may not be documented.

They’re doing this on the payroll of a totalitarian regime put in power by hate and run on hate. American mainstream news organizations are cowed and under-covering or even normalizing the crimes and the assault on due process and the ways this violence is being used to change the subject from the corrupt regime and its leader’s deep ties to pedophilia.

The film airs at a time when the word “Holocaust” has been reduced to a “brand” that’s being tarnished daily by a “final solution” underway in the Middle East, following decades of land-grabbing and apartheidist disenfranchisement backed up by Jewish/Zionist state violence. The phrase “Never Again” is losing all its meaning thanks to an Israeli regime bent on ethnic cleansing in Palestine.

So yes, maybe the Germans still have something to teach us.

“Ordinary Men” takes its title from University of North Carolina academic Christopher Browning’s book about a Hamburg Reserve Police Battalion 101 and how mature, often academically accomplished “ordinary men” were recruited and thrust, with little training, into carrying out the early days of the mass genocide of Jews, Gypsies, Poles and Slavs to create “living space” for the Third Reich.

Browning, psychologists and sociologists discuss specific “ordinary men,” and the general process of peer-pressuring these untrained recruits, many of whom weren’t Nazi fanatics who joined up just to “police” occupied territories and avoid being conscripted into the army, into unspeakable acts.

Millions of victims were killed in death camps during the “Final Solution.” But those doing the rounding up and transporting of the doomed had already been carrying out mass killings — from shooting men, women and children to “bashing” babies heads in — in Poland and anywhere else they were posted.

The film, narrated by Brian Cox, focuses on that Hamburg battalion, whose commander, Major Wilhelm Trapp, showed shock as he told his charges of the “terrible” orders they were given that day they were told to slaughter 1500 Polish Jews, some of them Germans who’d fled to Poland after Hitler’s rise to power.

German “efficiency” and cost-cutting didn’t yet figure into the machinery of the Holocaust. They escorted victims one by one into a forest, chatting with them (one recognized the owner of a cinema he’d attended in Hamburg) before murdering them.

Black and white photographs and rare archival footage of such “operations” blends with reenactments to recreate the horror. Audio and filmed archives of the trials of some of these war criminals — most were never brought to justice — lets us hear surviving victims’ accounts, and the killers’ unemotional descriptions of their work, carrying out the grand scheme of their state and the fanatics running it.

None expressed remorse, something one of their surviving prosecutors (Benjamin Ferencz) says.

But as Browning asserts and German academics confirm, these weren’t do-this-or-die orders. These “ordinary men” had a choice. Some chose to endure a bit of “coward” taunting from their comrades and refused, with no official punishment or recriminations.

The “We were just following orders” defense never works, from SS, Gestapo and “Reserve Police Battalions” to ICE or IDF.

Yet Browning reminds us that it’s never been about “orders.”

“Regimes that want to commit genocide or mass murder will never fail to do so for a lack of people who will pull the trigger.”

There’ve been so many Holocaust documentaries over the decades that it’s easy to become numb to the subject and anything those who endured it have to teach us. “Ordinary Men” breaks through that with a warning to those ignoring history repeating itself, and to those who think they’re safe, hiding behind masks as they commit crimes against humanity on behalf of leaders relying on hate to avoid their own reckoning.

Rating: TV-MA, discussions of mass murder, nudity

Cast:Christopher Browning, Harald Welzer, Hilary Earl, Stefan Klemp, Benjamin Ferencz and Sefan Kühl narrated by Brian Cox.

Credits: Directed by Manfred Oldenberg and Oliver Halmburger, scripted by Manfred Oldenberg. A Netflix release.

Running time: 58 minutes

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Movie Preview: The best argument against Digital Movie Dogs — “Good Boy”

IFC has this canine horror thriller set for Oct 3.

The Horror here goes beyond house training problems and puppy chewing issues.

Or…does it?

A real dog actor. It makes a difference.

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Movie Preview: An Iranian out for revenge ponders “It Was Just an Accident”

Persian filmmaker Jafar Panahi’s latest test of the boundaries of truth telling in the Islamic State is about misunderstandings, cruelty and the choice between vengeance and mercy.

Panahi did “Offside,” “Three Faces” and “Taxi,” movies about life in Iran that say more than is obvious on first glance.

Neon picked up this Cannes hit for Oct. 15 release.

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Classic Film Review: “The Limey” brings Terence Stamp and Cockney Revenge to ’90s L.A.

A chewy comeback role is the ultimate gift to an accomplished actor who never quite caught fire or who got older while producers and studio execs kept getting younger.

Think of what Tarantino did for Travolta, Pam Grier or Robert Forster, what “Stranger Things” meant for Winona Ryder or “The Whale” managed for Brendan Fraser.

Steven Soderbergh had just transitioned from “indie” cinema icon (“sex, lies and videotape”) to mainstream hit-maker (“Out of Sight”) as a director when he brought “The Limey” (1999) to life at boutique distributor Artisan.

A simple, bluff and brutal thriller without a lot of mystery to it became the star vehicle Terence Stamp never really had in his ’60s debut years, when “The Collector” and “Modesty Blaise” might have made him, but didn’t.

Stamp, who passed away this week at 87, passed on “Alfie,” which made his former roommate Michael Caine a superstar. He was supposedly considered a replacement for Sean Connery as James Bond.

But what never happened back then came to him with the career-extending showcase that was “The Limey,” making him a Cockney ex-con bashing and shooting his way through Los Angeles in search of answers about his daughter’s death.

Soderbergh, working from a Lem Dobbs (“Dark City,” “The Score”) script, had a tale about a “villain” as the Brits like to call him who got his start in the ’60s. Who better to renew our acquaintance with London in the ’60s than Stamp?

Stamp was one of the famous faces of ‘Swinging London.” He dated Julie Christie and other starlets of the day. His younger brother, Chris Stamp, managed mod-era rockers The Who, who earn a needle-drop (“The Seeker”) in “The Limey.”

Stamp, with that fixed, blue-eyed stare that could suggest menace or masked despair, would be our fish-out-of-water proxy, a man of violence out for revenge in a city where money and power insulated the powerful from accountability.

And he’d be our introduction to the already-faded world and rhyming, coded slang of Cockney.

“I’m gonna ‘ave a butcher around,” Wilson, his character says, puzzling any Angelino who hears him. “Butcher’s hook,” he explains. “‘Look’ around.”

Luiz Guzman, getting one of his biggest breaks, plays Eduardo, the ex-con who befriended Jennifer, the daughter who died, supposedly in a car crash, and who wrote to Wilson back in Britain about her death.

“He’s my new china,” Wilson says by way of introducing “Ed” to others. Another puzzled look. “China plate. Mate.

Wilson and his “new china” will use any name Ed can come up with to get Wilson closer to Terry Valentine, Jennifer’s much older record-producer boyfriend. The slick, oily and 60something Valentine is played by Peter Fonda, fresh off “Ulee’s Gold” and leaning into his own “comeback.”

Wilson gets in over his head, busted up by the first thugs he meets. But they let him live, which turns out to be a mistake.

He chats up LA voice coach Elaine (Lesley Ann Warren) who knew Jennifer and who provides us a peek at show biz back in the day. And before we know it, our Limey has shown up at Valentine’s designer hilltop mansion for a party and given some thought to how he’s going to kill this guy whom he’s sure had everything to do with Jennifer’s death.

But prison taught our Cockney to “make a choice” about what actions to take, to realize “when it matters, and when it doesn’t.”

There’ll be no public execution of the tanned, imperious Valentine in public. Oh no. That’d be too easy, “china.”

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One of the Great Ones, Terence Stamp — 1938-2025

Dashing, urbane, underestated and soulful, British character actor Terence Stamp might have had a run as a matinee idol. That wasn’t the hand the movies dealt him.

So he crafted one of the most colorful careers of any of his peers, that post-Burton — O’Toole, Reed and Caine generation of British actors.

Yes, he was menacing as General Zod in the ’70s-80s “Superman” franchise. But check Stamp out as a British father hunting for answers about his daughter in Los Angeles as “The Limey.” Watch him upend the dynamic of a hostage awaiting his doom as “The Hit.”

Bathe in the glories of his dignified camp “Not f—–g ABBA” turn in “Priscilla: Queen of the Desert.”

Remember his place in “Swinging London” in “The Collector,” “Modesty Blaise” and his other ’60s roles in “Far from the Madding Crowd” and “Poor Cow.”

Stamp passed away in the UK today. He was 87.

He dated Julie Christie, turned down “Alfie,” never got but so close to James Bond, but the career he carved out and left behind is distinguished, iconoclastic and fun.

Stamp’s “comeback” years, kicked off by “The Limey,” kept my attention and when “Valkyrie” came out back in 2008, I jumped at the chance to interview him. He came off charming, thoughtful and exacting — an actor who knew characters and how to make them work within his own understated but outsized persona.

He helped make the under-rated “Last Night in Soho” a dazzling experience, play-acting in an era (The ’60s) he helped define. It the last film he made,our last chance seeing him in — just four years ago.

I have my orders this evening. So do you. Let’s find “The Limey” on Tubi or Amazon Prime or Plex and revisit one of the great one’s finest hours.

RIP.

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Movie Preview: Scoot McNairy’s the Gay Dad explaining himself to his Daughter — “Fairyland”

Andrew Durham’s film — based on a memoir by Alysia Abbott (played by Emilia Jones), also stars Maria Bakalova, Adam Lambert, Eddie Murphy’s daughter Bella and Geena Davis also star in this American Zoetrope (Sofia Coppola, producing for her dad’s company) release.

This picture, like “Americana,” was slow to get distribution (premiered in 2023), and like “Americana” Lionsgate has it and we’re likely to see it in a theater near us.

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Movie Review: “Groundhog Day” goes Gallic, “Palm Springs” swings Moroccan — “An Endless Wedding”

The French take on “Palm Springs” is something of a departure from the Hulu original film starring Andy Samberg, Cristin Miliotti and J.K. Simmons.

Director and co-writer Patrick Cassir’s “An Endless Marriage” is just as funny, but more brisk and with a panache that the cute but often crude Max Barbakow film never managed, right down to its title in French — “Un mariage sans fin,” A Wedding/Marriage Without End.”

This destination wedding is at a Morrocan resort. And the outsider swaggering through it, all tropical shirt, jaded grin and je nais se quois is Paul, played by Tarek Boudali of the French “Babysitting” comedies.

He knows the wait staff by name, even if that always prompts a “Do I know you?” (in French with English subtitles) from them. He’s over his tone-deaf fiance, Justine (Claire Chust). We can see it in his eyes, in the cringe he barely suppresses as she stumbles through a song she’s performing for her best friend, the bridge, Gala.

He’s heard that mess before.

Gala (Marie Papillon)? She’s a bit bowled over by this runaway wedding — French, with Morrocan dancing, decor and ululating. The groom (Bertrand Usclat) moved here and has gone whole hog in the cultural appropriation department.

It’s all too much for Paul. He hates weddings, with their “idiotic table plans” and “chocolate fountains,” he mutters in voice-over narration. But he knows the drill. Even if the father of the bride is always wondering “Who IS that guy?” And the mother mutters “Why isn’t he DRESSED?”

When the dancing starts, he navigates the dance floor like he knows this Pac-Man maze by heart, grabbing that next drink that he’s certain will show up in just that hand at just this moment.

And when the maid of honor, the bride’s big sister Louna (Camille Rowe) stumbles through a toast she hasn’t prepared, he gallantly steps up to the mike and to the rescue.

He may hate weddings, but “Who are you?” Paul is the grease hat makes this wheel turn.

And when it turns out Louna hates weddings too, she and her toast-rescuer might just connect. Especially when she learns he’s engaged.

“I drink like a fish” and “I only sleep with unavailable men.”

But an attack by a crossbow-wielding avenger (Youssef Hadji) interrupts that. A dash to a cave emitting a supernatural light further confuses her. And when he is snatched away, not to worry. “We’ll meet again…and again…”

Louna awakens to the same man-in-her-shower shame that she did on this long wedding day. And tracking down Paul, who’s also up with the first discordant notes of Justine’s attempted “song,” just confirms what she fears.

“We’re in a time loop…a vortex.” Don’t bother with the RFK idiotic “science” of the situation. Don’t fight it. You can’t run away from it. Don’t kill yourself. This is your lot, to relive this “Endless Wedding,” day after day into eternity.

The louche Paul has endured this day “thousands of times” already. He reads the same newspaper every morning, reassured that “nothing’s changed.” He visits a cafe in town where he knows the regulars by name (they have no idea who he is) and he plays the lottery, and wins, because he knows the right numbers.

Can Louna give herself over to this? Can Hakim, the vengeful crossbowman, be placated or reasoned with?

Will anyone learn to “Live in the present, nothing else matters,” as Paul claims he has?

Now that Amazon has joined Netflix in that “Let’s remake our intellectual property (scripts) for all the many cultures that we serve” ethos, streaming consumers who don’t mind subtitles are going to run into the same plot more than once.

You can either “I’ve seen ‘Palm Springs'” and move on, or you drop in and see how another filmmaker might tailor the tale for another part of the world, vive la difference and all that. I found the Franco-Moroccan touches amusing and charming, the laughs less crass.

The “oh no they didn’t” turns in the tale, the “history” of our “hero” and the like are more amusing than explosively funny. I remember the oft-stolen-from classic “Groundhog Day” a lot better and more fondly than the much more recent “Palm Springs.” But thescattered big laughs in the latter film are genuine spit-takes. There’s little here in Morocco that manages that.

However, this remake just breezes by, a comedy more in touch with its tone, more whimsy than wham-bam-thanky-ma’am and the like. It’s less carnal and more romantic.

Boudali never lets us see him straining for laughs, and Rowe, Chust and Papillon have their moments.

And while neither film is on a plane with “Groundhog Day,” they’re certainly on a par with each other. Vive le difference and all that.

Rating: 16+, suicide, sexual situations, profanity

Cast: Tarek Boudali, Camille Rowe, Claire Chust, Youssef Hadji, Bertrand Usclat and Marie Papillon.

Credits: Directed by Patrick Cassir, scripted by Jim Birmant and Patrick Cassir, based on the “Palm Springs” script by Max Barbakow and Andy Siara. An MGM release on Amazon Prime.

Running time: 1:21

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Movie Preview: Chalamet, Paltrow, Drescher and Ping Pong? “Marty Supreme”

This Christmas release by A24 had me straining to see if Pete Davidson and/or Adam Sandler were lower in the credits.

Because any movie, directed by Josh Safdie, built around Timothee Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow and Fran Drescher has GOT to have more “widely hated actors” than just those three.

Maybe “resented” is the better word. Listening to people hiss Paltrow’s appearances in the “Iron Man” movies, and getting a whiff of the entitled/insufferable blowback Chalamet inspires points to that.

And Drescher remade herself as a SAG president with some nerve, after all.

Not a big Safdie/Bronstein (“Uncut Gems” ) fan, to be honest.

But if ping pong makes a comeback, you’ll know where that came from.

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Netflixable? Vanessa Kirby goes Desperate and Dressed Down for “Night Always Comes”

When it works, there’s a heedless, reckless energy to the desperation Vanessa Kirby brings to “Night Always Comes.”

As a sex worker whose unhappy home life led to a string of impulsive, life-threatening decisions, Lynette is racing against a deadline to raise the down payment for a house that won’t so much lift her prospects for the vanishing “American Dream” as allow her to cling to what little she has.

And when Lynette lurches into crimes, ill-considered “deals” and rash, in-the-moment miscalculations, director Benjamin Caron (“Sharper,” TV’s “The Crown”) finally achieves the pace this day-and-night ticking clock melodrama demands.

But the rest of the time, this dressed-down version of the “Mission: Impossible,” “Pieces of a Woman” and “The Crown” star is a case study in why “melodrama” is not something you want out of a film.

Contrived situations abound as Lynette reels from her mother’s (Jennifer Jason Leigh) spiteful decision to impulsively buy a car with the down payment money Lynette now needs to raise.

Lynette stumbles into a series of “stock” characters . A married “regular” (Randall Park), an old friend “in the life” (Julia Fox), a pawn broker who once “used” her (Michael Kelly), an ex-con co-worker (Stephan James) at one of her two jobs to an ex-con safecracker (Sean Martini) down to a sleazeball drug buyer (Eli Roth) all must be met, charmed or cheated in her mad pursuit of $25,000 in roughly 18 hours time.

Every encounter could get her closer to the cash or deeper in trouble. And lying, angling, finagling Lynette can’t help but insult or otherwise cross every single person she needs to do her bidding or supply the down payment.

Her mania to “save” her older special-needs brother (Zack Gottsagen) from “the system” (supervised care) is meant to explain everything. But this journey through one hellish night in Portland, Oregon is just one set-piece encounter/negotiation/confrontation after another, each one feeling more “scripted” than organic.

James, as Cody the guy she’s heard is an “ex-con,” is the most fully-rounded character among Lynette’s parade of “The Used.” But their repetitive, mistrustful and interogatory conversations between action beats stop the picture dead.

In Sarah Conradt’s script based on a Willy Vlautin novel, Cody went to jail for robbery.

“That’s not the whole story.” “”What’s the whole story?”

“I was set up.” “You were set up?”

“Yeah, that’s the WHOLE story.”

Kirby’s down-and-dirty look here doesn’t wholly obscure the famous eyebrows and cheekbones, and the picture rarely comes close to wallowing in what “the bottom” looks like, and that goes for her performance, too.

Lynette’s late-for-meetings/work excuses fibs and bigger lies, thefts and confrontational moments with those she “blames” for her plight occasionally feel lived-in or credible. She strikes one as somebody who has leaned on her looks for a lot in life, even a life this downmarket.

That’s why for all these shortcomings in the name of scripted expedience, this picture had possibilities. Breathless, ticking-clock pacing would have stripped the narrative of the many pauses where we’re allowed to think “Oh come ON” before the next stock character makes a bow, the next blow lands or next crooked angle presents itself.

Rating: R, violence, drugs, sexual situations and profanity

Cast: Vanessa Kirby, Stephan James, Zack Gottsagen, Randall Park, Julia Fox, Sean Martini, Eli Roth and Jennifer Jason Leigh.

Credits: Directed by Benjamin Caron, scripted by Sarah Conradt, based on a novel by Willy Vlautin. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:52

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