The Silence - grim, earnest, depressing German crime shocker about a paeophile (double) murderer and a sidekick whose life and sanity he compromises ... and also (more widely) about death, grief, love, compromise and all of that. Beautifully photographed. Rather seedy in approach and perhaps uncomfortably close to misery porn at times. Not fun.
The Omega Man I'd never seen this! Stonking 70s blaxploitation soundtrack, and some really imaginative and memorable shots of deserted American cityscapes. But still painfully / laughably dated and creaky in places in its contrasting of Good Guy Survivor Charlton Heston and the Bad Guy survivors / vampires he must battle . I already knew about the un-originality of the "last man on earth" plot and that this is based on same book as I Am Legend, etc, so wasn't expecting miracles. But I honestly couldn't see why this is such a cult film (except maybe because of its being part of a streak of 70s post-apocalypse movies in general.) For me its main interest was in the freaky wig-out-ness of seeing Charlton Heston, today's uberconservative, archRepublican, face of Moses, hand of the NRA, engage with the counterculture (including shagging a black lass - a vampire to boot - and moving in with a bunch of hippies in a cult). Couldn't quite 'read' what his reaction to the surviving film of Woodstock was meant to be (rueful? ridiculing it? missing it like mad?) ... or how much irony was at play.
Killing them Softly - bit of a weird one, this ... close to being a heist-goes-wrong-by-numbers effort (Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, Killer Joe etc), and doesn't really redefine any of the cliched gangsters-and-hitmen archetypes all that well, but it has a strange woozy pace and a welcomely eerie/unfamiliar feel to the plotting and dialogue. Absolutely corking cast, most of whom are obviously having some fun and getting involved rather than just phoning it in (James Gandolfini particularly good on this, as a character who's sort of Soprano's even-less-lovable alter ego); and tho the expressionistic camerawork goes over the top at times (OK, yes, you are slowing down the frames and pulling the focus to illustrate a heroin high, or to punch home a killing, I GET IT already ) it has moments of genuine beauty and weirdness as well. I have to love any American crime movie where Driving Ceaseless Rain and Urban Decay are (or ought to be) the lead players too. However, a note to the filmmaker: 50% or more of humanity is female ... surely there was / could have been / should have been SOME sort of female character over and above a charming-and-stroppy hooker in this screenplay?