Billy Stanton

Billy Stanton

Twenty-something and tired.

My other writing, stories and that, can be found here: steelcathedrals.wordpress.com/

Favorite films

  • L'Atalante
  • Duelle
  • Killer of Sheep
  • In the White City

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  • Street Without End

    ★★★★½

  • Street Without End

    ★★★★½

  • The Bravados

    ★★★

  • A Confucian Confusion

    ★★★★½

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  • Street Without End

    Street Without End

    ★★★★½

    It's taken me a few years but I've finally made my way through all of Mikio Naruse's surviving silent films (there's only five of them left, although he made twenty-four between 1930 and 1934) and I can safely say that I believe this to be a deeply underrated period of his career. Part of this may be due to how these films complicate the traditional idea of Japanese auteurism (that later Naruse, admittedly, helped to create in the West); these…

  • The Bravados

    The Bravados

    ★★★

    A fairly poor film gifted some exceptional alms (to fit with the evangelical subtext). As a compare and contrast with its influences and contemporaries (i.e. the Mann-Stewart and Boetticher revenge films), it's instructive: where those films work (as lean, condensed poetry, both rubbed-and-shined to perfection and rough as a mountain path), this doesn't, taking on too much flabby extra alongside the familiar core elements. King, an old veteran journeyman, lacks Mann and Boetticher's dynamism, sensitivity and intuitiveness- too many jobs…

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  • A Photograph

    A Photograph

    ★★★★½

    I'm not sure there's a writer whose work better displays the bitter, misanthropic heart of folk horror than that of John Bowen; here, as in Robin Redbreast and others, modern middle-class mores are obliterated, carved up in blood and fire and despair, but the alternative- the old ways to be found in the caravan- are also acts of destruction carried out by a small grouping of isolated grotesques. There's never very much worth believing in.
    It wouldn't work, it shouldn't…

  • Winstanley

    Winstanley

    ★★★★½

    Sometimes, it seems to me, the history of British cinema can also be read like a series of failed starts; a sowing of seed that never gets tended to enough to allow a good harvest. Possibly this is because when our most promising film-makers fail to make themselves into a cause celebre in other mediums, or bring celebrity to themselves by travelling within the right media circles, there's little of a cultural safety net to capture and support them- and…

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