Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Robert Blake in cold blood
Jon ran a Cinemascope print of this movie last night. I watched it reluctantly, and was amazed.
Released in 1967, the movie's documentary style photography captures an America that seems so distant.
The artistic and intelligent story telling and acting were astonishing, reached a level which movies just don't begin to touch anymore. And for Robert Blake to be playing the slightly sympathetic nutso real life killer...
The sound track by Quincey Jones certainly helped build the mood. Which reminds me, some time I'll have to spill the strange saga of Quincey Jones, me, and the weird Bugs Bunny anti-drug rap cartoon that never got made.