Episode 8: Brad Bird’s TOMORROWLAND, Tod Williams’ THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR, Top Five Jeff Bridges and Kim Basinger

Episode 8 is now live!  We discuss the current theatrical release of Brad Bird’s TOMORROWLAND, and our feature film of the week, Tod Williams’ THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR as well as our top five performances of Jeff Bridges and Kim Basinger!  Enjoy everyone!






A thrilling sense of kinetic filmmaking has guided the work of Kathryn Bigelow over the last 25 years, and Point Break is just a go-for-broke action picture, complete with moments of total absurdity, fantastic and unexpected humor, and dead serious thrills. Bigelow’s film, from a clever and exceedingly entertaining screenplay by W. Peter Iliff (Rick King received a story credit), is an incredible piece of vigorous action filmmaking — a heist picture, an undercover policier, a romance, an extreme sports movie that feels ahead of its time in retrospect — the creative team threw a little bit of everything into this film and it’s no surprise that the movie has taken on a massive cult following after a solid but not break-out box office performance. Donald Peterman’s dynamic and muscular cinematography is always bracing and exciting, while Mark Isham’s awesome score swells and builds to some great peaks. Ultimate Patrick Swayze POWER here, Gary Busey steals the entire film, and it goes without saying, Keanu Reeves was just all live-wire terrific here, letting his inner Surfer Dude attitude shine through but also getting a chance to kick some ass when called upon; call it a warm up for his heroics a few years later in the blockbuster action pic Speed. Howard Smith’s editing is fluid and keeps the pace at a fast clip (that backyard chase!) and Bigelow really shined with the action sequences, which have been cribbed from repeatedly throughout the years by various filmmakers. The film was a solid success in the theaters, doing $80 million worldwide on a 50/50 split, but the movie would really cement Bigelow’s action chops, after early efforts like Blue Steel and Near Dark announced a new, distinctive voice, and setting up more ambitious future endeavors like Strange Days, K19: The Widowmaker, and the one-two punch of The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty. Hell – I’ll even go to bat for The Weight of Water! And it must be said: Jumping out of airplanes with no parachute POWER!




Four Big Ones. Four Stars. Dark-hearted brilliance. How was this movie shrugged off by critics and audiences back in 1993? Just ridiculous. Steve Kloves did a phenomenal job with this bitter neo-noir, throwing out references to In Cold Blood and other genre staples while investing his own sense of moral shading and thematic exploration of love, violence, and the effects of lingering tragedy. The quiet, devastating narrative grips you right from the start, with one of the most tension packed home invasion sequences I’ve ever seen on film. No music, perfectly edited, all pure cinema — a truly startling opening to an incredible film. Shot with unrelenting patience and style by master cinematographer Philippe Rousselot (Big Fish, The People vs. Larry Flynt, A River Runs Through It), this is a picture that feels like it was filmed literally in the middle of nowhere, with broken down homes and motels dotting the forbidding Texas horizon, as Rousselot’s camera endlessly surveys the bleak qualities of the barren landscape. There’s no smiling here for Dennis Quaid — that famous mile-wide grin is nowhere in sight during Flesh and Bone. It’s a tremendously internal performance, filled with sadness and a steely rage that feels as if it’s been brewing inside of him for years. James Caan is perfectly evil as Quaid’s menacing father who has done some things that can never be undone. A new to the business Gwyneth Paltrow steals every single scene she appears in (and does some side-action nudity), giving a sultry, creepy supporting performance as a drifter who gets mixed up with Caan’s ruthless father figure and which spices up the final act. And Kloves got an interesting turn from eternal screen-cutie Meg Ryan, playing a beaten-down stripper who crosses paths with Quaid, and whose life will forever be changed after falling in love with him. I love how Kloves had Ryan sport a black eye for much of this hard-bitten film, and the ending was a true wowser, giving you the pay off you’re hoping for while still subverting your final expectations. Total Crimes Against Cinema that this film isn’t available as a Blu-ray special edition; I’ll grab the $5 DVD for now and add it to the collection.


THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR 2004 Dir. Tod Williams – A Review by Frank Mengarelli

“Don’t ever, not ever, never, never, never, open the door in the floor.”


            Simply put, THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR is one of the best films from the previous decade.  It is small, intimate and arousing.  Set in present day in New England, the film follows a young man, Eddie, who is set to graduate from a prestigious prep school, Exeter Academy, the same school where Ted Cole (Jeff Bridges) went, and his two deceased teenage sons went as well.  The intent of Eddie’s summer is meant to be spent interning for Ted, Ted was a novelist who became a popular children’s writer, and Eddie is an aspiring writer himself.  As the summer moves along, revelations are made, tragedy, old and new are summoned, and a love affair between Ted’s wife Marion (Kim Basinger) and Eddie formulates.

This film is tough.  Pain, love, loss and isolation surface almost immediately.  Marion never got over the death of their two sons, and Ted has transformed the pain into raising their young daughter Ruth (Elle Fanning) and working on a new children’s book featuring his recurring characters, Thomas and Timothy which are hauntingly named after their two sons who died.

Film Title: Door in the Floor

            Jeff Bridges gives him most vicious and turbulent performance as Ted.  He is an alcoholic philanderer who emotionally uses people, and softly degrades them.  Basinger gives her finest performance as the broken and stoic Marion, who has never fully recovered from the loss of their two sons, and who uses Eddie sexually as a vessel to channel her pain.

There are few, but the scenes between Bridges and Basinger are absolutely beautiful.  These two characters are so broken, and everything they have been through together was only sustainable by their love for each other.  Even though it is not expressed physically, nor shown at all, you can feel how pure it is, how undying it is.

So many films are made about love, and very few can express it the way THE DOOR IN THE FLOOR does.  Pure love at times messy, filled with pain, and beautifully tragic and this film is an absolute visual and musical interpretation of that love.  The film is beautifully shot by Terry Stacey, and remarkably scored by Marcelo Zaruos.   The film’s score is as important as any other aspect of the film, it does not arbitrarily show up and is not easily ignored.  It is designed to provoke an emotional reaction in a scene of a film that is layered with joyous yet heartbreaking emotion.


            The film’s title is taken from Ted’s most famous children’s book, which upon watching him read it to an audience, and seeing the dark drawings of the book (which Bridges drew himself), it is perhaps the most intense children’s book ever written.  The film begs a question to the audience.  Have you opened your own door in the floor?  Will you open your own door in the floor?  Will you face your own desires, your fears?  Will you come to terms with the realities of everything that you love, everything that you hate?  It is simple for anyone to open the door in the floor, but not many can withstand what comes through it.



My parents instilled a good set of values in me. Before I left my home-state of Connecticut for my Hollywood Experience in my early 20’s, I made a promise to them: Nothing in my arm, nothing up my nose; just do it how Harold Ramis said to do it in Knocked Up. I had some temptations, I was given a few “packages to deliver,” and believe me, when you’re in LA, no matter how lowly you are, anything’s possible. But it’s a promise I’ve always kept. And I think two big reasons that I kept that promise were my father’s urging of me to know the story of a man named Jay Moloney (Google if not familiar), and thru my experience of watching a variety of harrowing films depicting substance abuse, with one in particular, David Veloz’s Permanent Midnight, making a huge impression on me. This deeply underrated 1998 effort starred Ben Stiller in one of his best performances, portraying drug-addled TV writer Jerry Stahl (Alf, Moonlighting, Northern Exposure, so many others…) and his various exploits. Based on Stahl’s autobiographical book of the same name, the narrative takes the form of the classic rise-and-fall tale, showing how a relatively small-time talent blew up rather quickly, eventually earning up to $5,000 per week writing for various productions. Only problem – he had an insane Heroin addiction to match, and much of the film details the nasty, intense effects of Stahl’s drug abuse and numerous attempts at getting clean. There’s a stinging quality to this movie that I’ve never forgotten, and it could never be a film that’s misinterpreted as a glamour piece for a hedonistic lifestyle. I’ve always loved when Stiller plays it serious (Greenberg, While We’re Young, Flirting with Disaster, and Walter Mitty are my other favorite pieces of acting from him), and while he’ll ALWAYS be Derek Zoolander, I can’t help but feel that this is one of the most personal performances of his career, the sort of project you invest yourself in only if you’re extremely interested in going to some truly tough and sad places on a daily basis. Maria Bello co-starred as a fellow detox survivor whom Stahl develops a unique friendship with, and Owen Wilson is ace as a fellow addict and one of Stahl’s friends. Elizabeth Hurley was in the prime of her sexiness as Stahl’s wife, Peter Greene makes an unforgettably sketchy appearance, and Janeane Garofalo reminds you of how much of a scene stealer she was when cast in the proper role. The film barely saw release which is a crime because if it were to come out now, we’d be talking an ENTIRELY different game; way more people would be sitting up and paying attention. I’d like to excerpt the last paragraph of Roger Ebert’s favorable review, because he always had such a fantastic way of bridging film history when he was writing in the moment. Case in point: “Last month I saw a revival of Otto Preminger’s ‘The Man with the Golden Arm,’ the first of Hollywood’s drug movies, with Frank Sinatra in the title role. Sinatra got an Oscar nomination for the role, in which he portrayed the pain of withdrawal. Stiller, playing Stahl, makes it look incomparably worse. Either the drugs are getting stronger, or the actors are.” Killer soundtrack, too.




Stark. Silky. Smoky. Smooth. Almost purely visual — always the best way to go! Blacklisted filmmaker Jules Dassin’s 1955 French crime film Rififi is a masterpiece of pure cinema, a striking example of form complimenting narrative, with not one wasted moment or superfluous scene. This elegant caper film revolves around four criminals who pull off a daring heist, with the centerpiece theft comprising of nearly 30 minutes of screen time, and unfolding in a virtually silent fashion. I love all of the details that Dassin lays out for the viewer, as the script is terse and rigid, totally befitting the hard-edged nature of the entire piece. Jean Servais, Robert Manuel, Carl Mohner, and Jules Dassin himself were all terrific as the gangsters, and Philippe Agostini’s cinematography is worthy of study by all young camerapersons. Dassin would win Best Director at the Cannes Film Festival for his work on this film, which still stands to this day as one of the absolute best French noirs to ever get produced (or at least that I’ve seen). There was talk roughly a decade ago about Harold Becker directing a remake from a Bo Goldman script that would have starred Al Pacino; I’m glad this notion came to pass. This is one of those films that should NEVER be remade, no matter how good the intentions might be. There’s no doubt that this movie had to inspire Michael Mann when crafting his epic crime thrillers Thief and Heat.