Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968)

I realize this is neither modern nor widely regarded as a classic, but I've encountered just enough references to it that I thought to educate myself. Besides, after some of the rather ugly films I'd seen recently, a G movie seemed up my alley.

In 1920s England, eccentric inventor Caractacus Potts (Dick Van Dyke, no longer even attempting a British accent) has trouble looking after his eight-year-old twins, Jeremy (Adrian Hall) and Jemima (Heather Ripley), as candy magnate heiress Truly Scrumptious (Sally Ann Howes) discovers upon almost running them over. Despite her and the Pottses getting off on the wrong foot, Truly soon finds the kids endearing and encourages Caractacus to pursue his more promising ideas. Once he gets enough money, he buys the kids' beloved scrapyard car, which had won races in the aughts, and refurbishes it into a surprisingly nifty vehicle, named for its distinctive sound. As he gives the kids and Truly a ride, Truly feels more like a member of the family....

I Lost My Body (2019)

The announcement of Academy Award nominations was the first I'd heard of this Netflix-adopted feature. I didn't bother to learn much about it in advance. The title told me to expect drama, and I knew it was foreign if not French.

Oddly enough, the "I" of the title refers to an entity incapable of verbal communication: a severed right hand that has mysteriously taken on a life of its own. (This isn't a backstory for the Addams Family's Thing; the skin's too dark.) Retaining more than just muscle memory, it sneaks out of a lab fridge in search of the rest of its body, a young man named Naoufel (Dev Patel in the English dubbing). Scattered throughout the movie are flashbacks in the life of Naoufel, the early ones appearing in black and white, often with a camera focus on his hand.

Swimming to Cambodia (1987)

Yes, already another movie that's partly about war in southeast Asia, but that's about where the similarity ends. I previously mentioned this one as a predecessor to Monster in a Box, so I knew it would be nearly all monologue, with comic elements, and therefore not half as disturbing.

The overarching theme of Spalding Gray's anecdotes herein concerns the making of The Killing Fields, in which he got sixth billing as the unnamed U.S. consul. But once again, the unity is rather loose. He talks about what he did in Thailand between shots, what he did back in Manhattan, and the history of the Cambodian War.

Fires on the Plain (1959)

The only movie I'd previously seen directed (not associate-directed) by Kon Ichikawa was The Burmese Harp. As war flicks go, it's pretty gentle. This one notoriously isn't.

We can tell from the very first scene that there won't be a happy ending: The protagonist, WWII Private Tamura (Eiji Funakoshi), has TB, but the only accessible hospital on the Philippine island of Leyte is too full to take anyone who can still walk. Nor is he welcome back at his company in this condition. An officer orders him to grenade himself if he can't get treatment, but when he comes to that bridge, he decides to wander instead. Alas, by the end, he may wish he'd followed the order.

For Sama (2019)

It's not often that I watch inherently tragic documentaries, no matter how honored they are. In this case, I accepted a Meetup invitation to see it in a theater. That meant more immersion, but at least I wouldn't feel alone in bearing it.

Made with a home movie camera and a few clips apparently from surveillance cameras, FS begins its story in 2011, when the then-18-year-old videographer, going by Waad Al-Kateab (her real name is not public information), attended the University of Aleppo. If that city name rings a bell, you should have a good idea what the focal conflict is. Waad's narration partly addresses her toddler daughter, Sama, to whom she wants to explain why their family didn't escape sooner and why they had a baby at all in a setting like that.

City for Conquest (1940)

Already another mid-20th-century drama with an alliterative title in the "X for Y" format, based on a book, with Anthony Quinn in a supporting role. But that's about where the similarity ends.

Truck driver Danny (James Cagney), from a New York slum, resumes boxing to pay for the musical education of his ambitious brother, Eddie (Arthur Kennedy in his debut). He does a great job of it, but sometimes he has trouble keeping his emotions in check, especially when girlfriend Peggy (Ann Sheridan) has less time for him while advancing her dance career under wannabe boyfriend Murray (Quinn). And when people are betting good money on fights, you can bet that criminal elements will come into play....

Lust for Life (1956)

To honor the late Kirk Douglas (again), I selected one of his most popular movies that I hadn't seen yet. Only after it arrived did I realize that it was about Vincent Van Gogh, a notoriously unhappy soul who died of violence, making this my most questionable postmortem viewing since The Fisher King in the wake of Robin Williams. Then again, Douglas did tend to play unhappy souls, many of whom died of violence, so maybe this was appropriate.

The story begins with Vincent's attempt to follow in his father's Dutch Reformed ministerial footsteps. In tending poor miner families at considerable cost to himself, he garners the ironic scorn of clerical elders. Alas, he decides it's not the life for him, and after discovering Impressionism, he decides to jump on the Post-Impressionist bandwagon. Drawing and later painting seem to him the only fulfilling experiences, but not consistently. As a then-little-known novice, he needs the support of brother Theo (James Donald), cousin-in-law Anton Mauve (Noel Purcell), and postman Joseph Roulin (Niall MacGinnis) to make ends meet.

Marriage Story (2019)

Seeing fewer than half the Best Picture nominees has not prevented me from appreciating certain Academy Awards ceremonies, but I still got the urge to squeeze in a fifth out of nine this year. Since there's a wait on the DVDs and I didn't find showtimes convenient, it had to be the only Netflix original other than The Irishman. While MS is popular overall, I had been warned that some dislike it, and there seemed a likely reason it was the only nominee I hadn't heard of before the nominations were announced.

Don't let the title and poster fool you: It should be called Divorce Story. It begins with theater director Charlie (Adam Driver) and actress Nicole (Scarlett Johansson again) listing what they love about each other -- to a counselor as they prepare to separate gradually. At first their split is pretty much amicable, but Nicole backs down from a decision not to get lawyers involved. Soon there's a battle for custody of their circa six-year-old son, Henry (Azhy Robertson), made more difficult because Nicole intends to stay in Los Angeles instead of their old haunt, New York City.

Somewhere in Time (1980)

I had never seen Christopher Reeve in any non-Superman movie except The Remains of the Day, where his role was too minor for my synopsis. Indeed, no other titles in his filmography rang a bell for me, not counting TV shows and lesser remakes. So I opted to check out a cult classic from early in his career.

Chicago playwright Richard Collier (Reeve) is approached by an unfamiliar old woman (Susan French) who hands him an antique watch, implores, "Come back to me," and leaves without explanation. Years later, on a whim, he checks into a Michigan hotel and sees a photo of her as a young adult (Jane Seymour). Obsessed with her beauty, he does research and learns that she, now dead, was Elise McKenna, an actress once quite famous but with little known of her private life. Richard recalls a theory of time travel and implements it in order to court Elise in 1912, when she was a guest at the hotel.

Mysterious Mr. Moto (1938)

If not for the Looney Tunes short "Porky's Movie Mystery," I probably would have overlooked the Mr. Moto series while perusing the filmography of Peter Lorre. It certainly hasn't stood the test of time; even Charlie Chan has enjoyed more recent references. Nevertheless, I rather like Lorre and was curious to see how he'd do. MMM appeared to be the most popular entry available.

The opening, in which secret agent Kentaro Moto and one Paul Brissac (Leon Ames) escape Devil's Island, is pretty exciting but must affect viewers differently depending how well they know the former. Sure enough, Moto is not an actual convict; he merely poses as one with cooperation from some authorities so that he can learn the identities of an entire ring of hit men. Brissac goes to London and takes Moto in as a houseboy, but not everyone in the ring is so trusting.