This will never be my favorite Rollin film for the very dumb reason that I prefer Rollin films with female protagonists. But it’s obvious why he needed an alter ego on this one. Lips of Blood is a summit on Rollin’s greatest hits circa-1975 that doubles as an attempt to explain his need to create. What do you do when you’re haunted by your memories and gripped by mental images that won’t let go? You go to therapy or you…
I guess I wrote a longer review for this already, so I’ll keep this one short. Bumping it up to 5 stars. It’s one of the most purely pleasurable movies of the classic studio era. A 105-minute code biopic that plays with the speed and momentum of a 65-minute pre-code romp. You feel like you’re floating the whole time.
Don't let anyone ever tell you this isn't a real Buster Keaton movie.
Hawks was already prepping this movie while shooting Only Angels Have Wings and I think there's an awful lot of bleed-through between the two films. There's the basic setup of a woman whose brief stopover among a cloistered subculture of professional men becomes indefinitely extended. There's also the specter of death which hangs over both films, and which the men of both films attempt to subjugate to their professional code and cynical, almost nihilistic worldview. In the case of His…
