First post in a while. I've got some catching up to do.
Scorpio (1973) *** Directed by Michael Winner
Burt Lancaster is an aging CIA agent who takes it on the lamb after being accused of treason by his superiors, who send his protégé, smooth professional killer Alain Delon, to bump him off. Lancaster and Delon are well-chosen for this taut, twisty espionage thriller, which has enough double-crosses and misdirection to make your head spin. Combined with a smart, cynical attitude and pervading sense of paranoia, and you have a gem worth checking out.
Seven Days in May (1964) ***1/2 Directed by John Frankenheimer
A few years into the future, Pentagon colonel Kirk Douglas catches wind of a plot by hawkish general Burt Lancaster and other brass to overthrow a pacifistic President of the United States. One of Frankenheimer's finest, the film is unbearably suspenseful and palpably real, with superb performances by all. A Cold War classic.
Pretty Woman (1990) ** Directed by Garry Marshall
Superslick-- and super-mediocre-- box office smash has streetwise hooker Julia Roberts picked up by businessman Richard Gere, dolled up, and... really, there's not much of a plot. Attractively shot and cast, but the film is thirty minutes too long, too obvious, and generally just lacking. Even escapist entertainment like this has to have bite.
Nomads (1986) *1/2 Directed by John McTiernan
French anthropologist Pierce Brosnan (yes, I just said that) dies, and inexplicably, doctor Lesley Anne-Down has flashbacks of his experiences over the past few days. Apparently, Brosnan was being terrorized by malevolent spirits who take the form of very 1980s street punks, one of whom is Adam Ant. Inauspicious directorial debut for McTiernan, who went on to bring us Predator and Die Hard. Lots of sturm und drang, but annoyingly disjointed.