The judge in Ted Bundy’s trial pronounced the serial murderer’s deeds Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile, which is an inspired title for Joe Berlinger‘s new movie (2019) on Netflix.

As Bundy Zac Ephron is compelling, never phony, never trying for sympathy.  Lily Collins is just right and just fine in a good role here: that of Bundy’s anguished girlfriend, Liz.  The film partly deals with Liz’s love relationship with a morally worthless man.  She herself is far from morally worthless, for, early on, she submits Bundy’s name to the police, afterward suffering long-lived guilt because she doesn’t know whether Bundy is, in truth, culpable for what he is being accused of.

Needless to say, the public-record information in this well-made film is appallingly ugly.  I wonder about the pain and shock of all the parents (and other family members) of the daughters whose bodies Bundy treated as though they were foul manure.  Again, morally worthless.

Extremely Wicked is recommendable.  There are critics who dismissed it.  I disagree with them.

The judge in Ted Bundy’s trial pronounced the serial murderer’s deeds Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile, which is an inspired title for Joe Berlinger‘s new movie (2019) on Netflix.

As Bundy Zac Ephron is compelling, never phony, never trying for sympathy.  Lily Collins is just right and just fine in a good role here: that of Bundy’s anguished girlfriend, Liz.  The film partly deals with Liz’s love relationship with a morally worthless man.  She herself is far from morally worthless, for, early on, she submits Bundy’s name to the police, afterward suffering long-lived guilt because she doesn’t know whether Bundy is, in truth, culpable for what he is being accused of.

Needless to say, the public-record information in this well-made film is appallingly ugly.  I wonder about the pain and shock of all the parents (and other family members) of the daughters whose bodies Bundy treated as though they were foul manure.  Again, morally worthless.

Extremely Wicked is recommendable.  There are critics who dismissed it.  I disagree with them.

The title character in the D.W. Griffith film, True Heart Susie (1919), is a gentle country girl who is supposedly plain, except that Lillian Gish, who plays her, is not at all plain.  In love with a boy named William (Robert Harron), she sacrifices a great deal for him without his knowing it, but it is not Susie who receives William’s devotion.  It is a flighty, self-seeking girl, Bettina (Clarine Seymour), whom William marries. . . Although obvious in its moral meaning, the film is terrific, especially if its story (as claimed) is thoroughly true.

Marian Fremont purveyed a sensitive, un-sanctimonious script, wisely directed by Griffith.  Susie is a movie not a novel, but, with its rural setting, it is a purely American piece on the order of Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Little Women (save for the motorcars in the film) and something like Edith Wharton’s 1917 book, Summer.  It partakes of a tradition.  And it pleases to see the subtle and touching performance of Gish and the trenchant acting of Seymour, who sadly died many, many years ago, at age 21, in 1920.

Cover of Gone with the Wind

Does the experience of war ever change people for the better?  In Gone with the Wind, it seems to do so for Rhett Butler (Clark Gable), but not for Scarlett O’Hara (Vivien Leigh), who retains her rotten soul. . .  After a war’s catastrophe, it is often the quality of determination (such as Scarlett’s)—not, alas, morality—that springs up and creates a person’s destiny.

The 1939 Selznick-produced blockbuster has many weaknesses, but it certainly has its strengths as well.  One can’t help admiring its scope, its epic reach, but it is also rich and insidiously seductive enough to be a thoroughgoing crowd-pleaser.  Though its last hour is too episodic, GWTW ambles on until it becomes what one might expect it never to become:  a properly transporting period piece, however fantastic.

Further, Vivien Leigh, whose high-pitched speech might be an irritant to some, is rightly and fascinatingly vivid as Scarlett.

Cropped screenshot of Vivien Leigh from the trailer for the film Gone with the Wind (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I certainly wasn’t bored by the 1936 film Rembrandt, by Alexander Korda, but I have to consider it kitsch.  This is because Charles Laughton, as the great Dutch painter, draws every jot of attention to himself while the other actors are forced to be virtually nondescript.  (A near-exception is Gertrude Lawrence.)  And because there is too much just-so production design with bric-a-brac and windmills.  It is, in fact, an unfortunate stylization.  Stylization usually is at least somewhat unfortunate.