| | | The full title of this horror-comedy is, I kid you not, "The Fearless Vampire Killers, or Pardon Me but Your Teeth Are in My Neck." Jack MacGowran and Roman Polanski play an inept but heroic duo of vampire killers. When enlisted to rescue the beautiful and buxom daughter (Sharon Tate) of an innkeeper from a bloodsucker they muddle through all sorts of adventures. Memorable moment (which I think has been copied since): a vampires' ball disrupted when the dancers realize the intruding humans are they only ones reflected in a mirror. "Comedy-horror film directed by Roman Polanski. An expert on bats, Professor Abronsius and his dim-witted assistant, Alfred, travel to Transylvania to try to find and destroy vampires. Alfred falls for the vampire's latest target - the inn-keeper's daughter." "...A fast, funny, knockabout spoof of vampire movies" - Jack Purdy, Baltimore City Paper "Near-brilliant mixture of humor and horror." - Leonard Maltin's Movie & Video Guide Starring Jack MacGowran, Roman Polanski, Alfie Bass, Jessie Robins, Sharon Tate DVD FEATURES: Original Aspect Ratio - 2.40 . Widescreen 16:9 Transfer . Audio: English Mono 1.0 - Francais Mono 1.0 . Subtitles: English, Espanol, Francais . Featurette - The Fearless Vampire Killers: Vampires 101 - vintage making-of featurette . Theatrical Trailer |
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| | | Robert Evans deserves respect for chosing Polanski over several big name directors to direct CHINATOWN even though Polanski's last film at the time was this less than commercial undisciplined Bunuel-esque experiment. Bankable or not, I am quite fond of this sexy, surreal movie. Originally rated X (most films with complete nudity were) and released in the US in censored form as Diary of Forbidden Dreams. This DVD is the full European edit. Polanski's acting role is excellent, but the movie belongs to star Sydne Rome, a portrait of cluelessness with riotous blonde curls and a perfect streamlined 1970s figure who looks and acts remarkably like Farrah Fawcett as she wanders (mostly topless) through a host of bizarre situations. She escapes a trio of would-be rapists by seeking refuge in an Italian villa full of reproductions of the best of European erotic painting and a lot of crazy people. Since she doesn't speak Italian it's even more confusing. At times you think it's a bordello, at other times an asylum. Truth be told, there's no telling what this elegant mansion is. Dream logic rules. Rome's clothes are stolen every time she falls asleep. There are peep-holes in the walls. Helmut Newton style nude amazon sunbathers drift across the veranda without a sound except the distant din from a constant game of ping pong. Mastroianni dons a tiger skin and capers about demanding that Rome whip him. A senile patriarch presides over bizarre dinners where everyone laughs at Rome to her face, though not speaking the language she'll never know why. In this erotic comedy from famed director Roman Polanski, Sydne Rome stars as a very sexy and quite bewildered young hitchhiker. As the film opens, she has just escaped the clutches of three would be rapists only to find her way to a seaside villa. Things are, as she discovers, very strange at the villa. She is given a room and, within moments of undressing she is under the peeping eye of a hedonistic pervert, played with bravado by Marcello Mastroianni. She soon encounters the rest of the occupants of the mansion, all are completely anomalous and each tries to persuade into a sexual encounter. Throughout her entire erotic adventure, she carries a diary under her arm and writes curiously impersonal and un-erotic entries. This is the least discussed of Polanski's films, but on some levels it may be his most revealing.
DVD FEATURES: Anamorphic (16:9) Widescreen (2.35:1) Version . English Audio . Trailer . Photo Gallery . Polanski Video Interview. |
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| | | Twisted and darkly comic thriller was nominated for the Golden Palm (Best Picture) at the 1976 Cannes Film Festival. Trelkovsky (Polanski), a Polish immigrant residing in Paris, moves into an apartment vacated by a young woman who committed suicide by leaping out of her window. Soon he begins feeling that the woman's personality traits are being thrust upon him. At a local shop, the proprietor offers him the breakfast and cigarettes that the woman usually purchased - and he accepts them. Holed up in the psychotic environment of a dark Parisian building that's peopled with odd characters, Trelkovsky feels himself overcome by a kind of madness. His slow mental deterioration finally compels him to emulate the woman's final, tragic hours. |
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| | | Director Roman Polanski may or may not be on the same page as novelist Thomas Hardy here (many 1970s reviewers felt he was not) but I'm not sure. We think of Thomas Hardy as stuffy primarily because his books are almost impossible to read and boring is equated with virtuous. But I find Hardy is unrelivedly morbid and some of his plots (like Mayor of Casterbridge and Jude the Obscure) are among the most sordid ever devised. So perhaps he had a lot to say to a moody artistic genius whose wife and unborn child were killed by Charles Manson's followers a few years earlier. Nineteen year-old Nastassja Kinski had achieved only trivial noteriety in silly European sexploitation and horror movies before Polanski fixated upon her. TESS seems to be born of the best aspect of Polanski's traumatized late-1970s emotional flight to whatever refuge he thought could be found in the beauty of teenage girls (the worst aspects are amply documented in California court records) "First time on DVD! Academy AwardŽ- winning timeless adaptation of Thomas Hardy's classic romance about a rural clergyman in 19th-century England who tells a simple farmer that he may be descended from the illustrious d'Urberville family. The farmer sends his daughter Tess to check on a family named d'Uberville living in a manor house less than a day's carriage ride away. However, her so-called cousin purchased his ancestral name and coat of arms. Tess plays her own game of illusion when she finds, loses, and finds again her true love. Starring: Nastassia Kinski, Peter Firth." DVD FEATURES: Widescreen anamorphic - 2.35:1 . Available Audio Tracks: English (Dolby Digital 2.0 Surround) . Available subtitles: English, Spanish, French . Region 1 (U.S. and Canada only. This DVD will probably NOT be viewable in other countries.) Read more about DVD formats. . Color, Closed-captioned, Widescreen, Dolby . Featurette: Tess, From Novel to Screen . Featurette: Filming Tess . Featurette: Tess, The Experience |
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| | | Handsomely crafted thriller that didn't make much money but was Roman Polanski's best reviewed film of the 1980s. Harrison Ford stars as Richard Walker, an American doctor who has come to Paris, where he's scheduled to deliver a paper to a medical conference. Richard has brought along his wife Sondra (Betty Buckley), because Paris was the site of their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Sondra picks up the wrong suitcase at the airport, which leads to her kidnapping and an ever-more complicated quest that takes Richard into the seedy and dangerous underworld of European drug smuggling and terrorist arms sales. Along the way, he is rebuffed by skeptical officials at the American Embassy and meets Michelle (Emmanuelle Seigner), a sexy courier who agrees to help him in exchange for the money she's owed for trafficking in narcotics. Available Audio Tracks: English (Dolby Digital 2.0 Surround) . Full Screen |
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| | | This devilish tragi-comedy is Polanski's most twisted and overtly erotic film. It's wonderful but even if it was rotten it would still have Kristin Scott Thomas in a lesbian scene, which counts for a lot right there. Stuffy British couple Fiona (Thomas) and Nigel Dobson (Hugh Grant) are sailing to Istanbul en route to India. They encounter a beautiful French woman (Emmanuelle Seigner), and that night Nigel dances with her alone in the ship's bar, while the Mrs. is laid up sea-sick. Soon he meets her crippled American husband Oscar (Peter Coyote), who tells him their story... How, while living in Paris trying to be a writer, he became obsessed with a woman he met by chance on a bus, tracked her down, and won her. Finding himself too deeply in love to bear, he became shockingly cruel. Oscar pours out the details over several evenings, and then the entire sordid tale reaches its present-tense climax. Actors: Hugh Grant, Kristin Scott Thomas, Emmanuelle Seigner, Peter Coyote, Victor Banerjee, Sophie Patel, Stockard Channing, Patrick Albenque. Uncut 139 Minute Version. Widescreen anamorphic format |
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| | | Gripping suspense based on the three-character play by Ariel Dorfman, who co-wrote the screenplay. I imagine that every time Polanski tried to describe this set-up to people they said, "Oh, like THE NIGHT PORTER," and he would sputter, "It's not a thing like NIGHT PORTER!" There's no kink or longing between victim and monster, just the question of identity. In an unspecified South American country after the recent fall of the dictatorship Gerardo (Stuart Wilson), a respected lawyer, has just been appointed to head a commission on human rights violations under the old regime. His wife, former political activist and torture victim Paulina Escobar (Sigourney Weaver), suffering from severe psychological trauma ever since her arrest, decries his investigation as a sham. One stormy night the couple receives an unexpected visitor when an affable stranger, Dr. Miranda (Ben Kingsley), experiences car trouble while dropping off Gerardo at the Escobars' isolated house. When Paulina hears the visitor speak she becomes convinced his is the voice of the doctor who supervised her torture and raped her on several occasions while she was blindfolded and strapped to a table. Determined to get a taped confession from him she appears with a gun and, over her husband's objections, she binds and interrogates the man. Her husband doesn't know who to believe, which is a particularly Polanskian sort of betrayal. (I'm recalling Mia Farrow's marriage in ROSEMARY'S BABY) The same material could have been used to study the uncertainty of experience, but with Polanski's observant direction I felt like the answer was already real, just unknown to us. But either way, Kingsley knows. |
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