Paul Duane
Writer/Producer/Director
Ireland
Voted for
Film | Year | Director |
---|---|---|
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia | 1974 | Sam Peckinpah |
Hard to Be a God | 2013 | Alexei German |
Mad Max: Fury Road | 2015 | George Miller |
CURE | 1998 | Kiyoshi Kurosawa |
Only Angels Have Wings | 1939 | Howard Hawks |
Suspiria | 1977 | Dario Argento |
Aguirre, Wrath of God | 1972 | Werner Herzog |
King Kong | 1933 | Merian C. Cooper, Ernest B. Schoedsack |
Helpmates | 1931 | James Parrott |
Mikey and Nicky | 1976 | Elaine May |
Comments
Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia
The greatest portrayal of toxic masculinity in modern cinema, utterly without hope. Only a destroyed romantic could create such nihilism.
Hard to Be a God
(see next comment which covers two films)
Mad Max: Fury Road
Two epic films made by directors in their seventies, two herculean feats of imagination, determination and unstoppable courage, two of the most purely cinematic films ever made.
CURE
Maybe the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen.
Only Angels Have Wings
There's no such thing as a perfect film, but for me, this is a perfect film.
Suspiria
I can watch this repeatedly, endlessly, despite knowing everything that’s going to happen, and it’s always an extraordinary experience, a waking terror-dreamscape of vivid horrors.
Aguirre, Wrath of God
(see following comment)
King Kong
Two films about iconic, oversized monsters, made by men who were/are adventurers as much as they were/are filmmakers. Cinema is rooted in these kinds of adventures and these kinds of adventurers.
Helpmates
Laurel and Hardy are the purest creatures ever captured on film, and they will live forever.
Mikey and Nicky
A film whose greatness and terrible, vertiginous tragedy grows with each viewing. Elaine May has made only four films. That to me is an indictment of modern American cinema.
Further remarks
Only choosing one Howard Hawks film here is something that I will grieve over in the long winter evenings.
I almost substituted Rio Bravo for my initial choice but I can't tear myself away from a deep and abiding love for the fliers of Barranca, and their constant quixotic attempts to escape gravity.
I feel like my love of 'scum cinema' has gone unrepresented here and I very nearly added Last House on Dead End Street, one of the most astonishingly scuzzy and depraved films ever made, but if doing so meant losing Laurel & Hardy, or King Kong, I couldn't do it. So I didn't.