Where’s Poppa? : Carl Reiner’s 1970 black comedy is so gleefully nasty, so unapologetically offensive, it recalls his pal Mel Brooks’s defense of The Producers’ vulgarity: “My film rises below vulgarity.” George Segal is the embodiment of ‘70s white collar New York id – horny, bitter, and bloodthirsty – who wants nothing more than for his nutso senile mother (Ruth Gordon, terrific) to die so he can live a normal life, instead of a domestic nightmare wherein he introduces her to a new romantic prospect with the instructions, “If you mess this one up, I’m gonna punch your fuckin’ heart out.” (Second most memorable line: “Get away from that door or I’m gonna choke your child.”) Reiner and screenwriter Robert Klane (Weekend at Bernie’s) occasionally go too far, and end up with moments that, to put it mildly, haven’t aged so well. But it’s an edgy, mean, and frequently uproarious piece of work, and the audacity of that closing long shot is still a hoot. (Includes alternate ending, teasers, and trailer.)
Cuba : Richard Lester’s mostly forgotten 1979 historical drama is set on the eve of – and later during – the fall of Havana that concluded the Cuban Revolution. Lester’s direction is richly atmospheric if a little languid early on, but for good reason. He creates a leisurely tempo, to mirror the lackadaisical way of life among the island’s rich and powerful; when the bursts of violence break out, they jolt, and when the revolutionaries arrive, it feels like they’re taking the movie over too. Sean Connery is aces, moving through this world, sizing things up, and ruffling the occasional feather, though his centerpiece romance with Brooke Adams is a bit of a dud (and she’s one of several characters to engage in some rather embarrassing brownface acting). But as a Godfather II-esque snapshot of this moment of chaos – and all the desperation, anarchy, and opportunism that comes with it – it’s tip-top. (No special features.)
The Ratings Game : Danny DeVito made his feature directorial debut with this 1984 made-for-Showtime movie about a New Jersey trucker (DeVito) and his unlikely transition to Hollywood power player. It’s a fascinating snapshot of what was still, basically, a three-network operation; DeVito absolutely nails the style of the cheery promos and terrible, hooting, high-concept shows that filled their airwaves. But its satire of the silliness of the sample-family ratings system has, sadly, barely aged at all, and its central premise of wiseguys manipulating that system is still delicious. Real-life love Rhea Perlman is terrific as his romantic interest; their real affection is palpable, and gives the picture an unexpected lift. It’s a tad overlong and a few elements (particularly Vincent Schiavelli’s swishy interior decorator) are pretty cringe-y, but there’s an awful lot to like here. (Includes four early DeVito shorts, deleted scenes, a featurette, and original TV promo spot.)