I'm choosing to fill a small part of the gray area in my life with random reviews from the realms of cinema, music, and more things that are generally looked down upon by society. And you've chosen to read them apparently.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Unseen Terror 2013: Day 4
A reporter for the tabloid newspaper "Inside View," Richard Dees has been a bit down on his luck lately, and is in desperate need of a new hit story to save his floundering career. When his boss informs him of a new report making the rounds, however, of a figure that travels by personalized aircraft that commits gruesome murders wherein the victims are mutilated and drained of their blood, Richard sees a good opportunity to get to the front page once more, and prove to the skeptics that this "night flier" isn't anything more than just a lunatic, and certainly not a "vampire" like some have been led to believe.
They say that you can't get blood from a stone, and I suppose that the same can be said when it comes to adapting short stories of Stephen King's. There's only so much that one individual can do, and I'll admit to not having read the short story this was based on in quite a few years (nor have I read anything from Nightmares & Dreamscapes in some time), but my memory was still fairly vivid when it came to this particular tale. The idea of a vampire that travels via a skymaster? That one seems to be pretty obviously pulled from the mind of a horror author, and most likely one on a lot of illegal drugs.
Original story writer Stephen King and director Mark Pavia weren't exactly subtle when it came to expressing their disdain and flat-out hatred for the press with this story. Richard Dees is probably one of the more loathsome "protagonists" I'm likely to encounter any time this year on the countdown, as he is cynical, sexist, obsessed with the macabre to the point where you might ask for him to politely just quit it, and seemingly begging for a death wish. His rivalry with new reporter Katherine Blair, a subplot invented just for the film, doesn't help make him any more human either. That particular subplot doesn't seem to go anywhere either to be perfectly honest, and really seemed to only set up a potential tagline for future use in "who said it?" quoting games with your friends. Thankfully, performance-wise, they're both fine for what they've been given, save for their boss who feels he's channeling his best evil Vince McMahon at times.
While the film does delve into the absurd throughout its time spent investigating the murders, it does sneak in some connections to other Stephen King novels and works as well. The character of Dees previously appeared in The Dead Zone, and headlines seen at "Inside View" make reference to Children of the Corn, Thinner, Needful Things, and many more. A nice distraction and nod, though it doesn't necessarily do anything to enhance the story obviously. There's also a character that Dees interviews while on a trip to Maine (take a shot!) who could have been the cousin of Jud Crandall of Pet Sematary fame for all I know. Perhaps this was a bad stereotype on my part, but darn it, I'm sticking with it.
Despite being one of, if not the lowest-grossing Stephen King adaptations to date, and containing a fairly lukewarm first hour, I think The Night Flier does turn on the gas in its final thirty minutes. With a showdown at Wilmington International Airport (in story and on set), it suddenly turns into a surprisingly satisfying little picture. When the title creature does reveal itself (don't complain about spoilers. Did you SEE the poster above?), it does look pretty darn cool, especially considering the rushed shooting time (one month) and budget. But is it too little, too late? Well, I....guess? If you don't mind sitting through all of the below-average cliches like alcoholism, trips to Maine, and an old man explaining things via flashbacks (see Pet Sematary fella), stick around for the adequate conclusion.
Alas, we bid farewell to Mr. King for now, but tomorrow we take a trip to the BLOOD DINER!
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Unseen Terror 2013: Day 3
On a flight from Los Angeles to Boston, a small group of passengers awake to find that everyone on board, including the flight's own very pilots, have mysteriously vanished. After introducing themselves to one another, and rerouting the aircraft to a new destination, they land in a deserted airport in an attempt to discover the meaning behind why the flight, and seemingly the entire world, is now suddenly desolate.
Three hours. This movie took me THREE HOURS to finish. Mind you, this isn't the fault of the actual quality of The Langoliers, since this adaptation of the Stephen King novella of the same name was originally a miniseries that aired on ABC back in 1995, so I should have expected it to drag for the most part. But my goodness, this does indeed drag quite a bit. During my review of Carrie yesterday, I discussed about how Brian De Palma and company cut out a lot of the fluff from the source material and made a very good product that won nearly universal acclaim. When it comes to this however, well, I'd implore you to read on.
Admittedly, The Langoliers does do a fairly good job at keeping your attention, despite a story that isn't exactly stimulating by any means. I'd attribute that the performances of Dean Stockwell and Bronson Pinchot more than anything else. In another life, I think Stockwell could have played or voiced a fairly fun version of DC Comics' The Question, given his character's penchant for deduction and borderline paranoid delusions and theories. True, a large portion of those do end up coming true, but I digress. Pinchot is another case entirely though. I suspect he seemed to know that he was cast in a made-for-TV miniseries, as he is playing this as over the top as he possibly could, and in the end, he steals nearly every scene that he is in. Hell, even WITH the ridiculous running time this "film" has, he may be enough of a reason for a viewing (example below).
The characters are supposed to be what you take away from this film, be they good or bad, and what most people remember besides Pinchot's disturbed Craig Toomey (whose own tortured psyche was like a dumbed down version of Henry Bowers from It meets Carrie White), is the character of Dinah, played by Kate Maberly. There is no way to not sound like a bully when talking about child actors, so I'll just have to just come out and say it: she is god damn awful here. The only credible thing I can give to her is that she has a good scream. The revelation of her having a special "gift" to make up for her being blind (or is it BECAUSE she is so?) felt like a subplot to another work King was working on that he couldn't quite finish, so he just crowbarred it in here. If he was trying to pay homage to a secret love of Daredevil, this may have worked, but it just seemed ridiculously silly. Others are given a decent amount of time for us to know them, such as British guy, black guy, nerdy guy, and pretty white girl. It almost feels like a Stephen King version of the Breakfast Club, except nowhere near as interesting.
And that brings me to the inevitable final hour of The Langoliers. I suppose that I should expect these type of things given my recent revisit with the 1990 adaptation of It and the ridiculously terrible ending that gave the audience, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that this trumps it six ways from Sunday. I'm not going to spoil it unless you directly ask me, but let's just say that it involves horrendous CGI, Bronson Pinchot screaming horribly, a final thirty minutes that drag on for what feels like an extra hour, and a fairly nice puke-worthy freeze frame shot. From what I gather, they were taking literally every detail from the novella and putting it in this work, but after the revelation of what caused this catastrophe, you just kind of sit around wondering "so can we end this already?" Alas, it doesn't, which brings about that aforementioned final thirty minutes. I expect a little better out of director Tom Holland (Child's Play, Fright Night), but you're also working with a much smaller budget than you would have for cinema and a fairly bland cast. Maybe down the road a "re-imagining" wouldn't hurt. But for now? A recommendation isn't going to come my way unless you're a diehard Stephen King completist.
Tomorrow, Stephen King takes us back in the air with THE NIGHT FLIER!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Unseen Terror 2013: Day 2
The product of a fundamentalist household, shy & quiet Carrie White discovers that she may nest telekinetic powers. While researching these suspicions, she is soon asked to the prom by a fellow classmate. Initially reluctant and suspicious of trickery, she agrees. What follows, however, is a night that nobody at Carrie's school of Bates High will ever forget...should they live to tell about it.
Holy jumped up jesus, had I never really seen Carrie until this year? Seriously? Well, yes, I never had. I am also currently in the process of reading the novel of the same name, which I hope to finish by the end of the month if I'm lucky. I would have been finished sooner had I not been occupied with finalizing this very list and with, again, dealing with hospital bills. If you happen to have eight thousand dollars to spare, you will be my best friend until the day that I die. And that is a promise.
Unlike Ms. Carrie White though, who seems to have no friends whatsoever (save for one or two highly debatable ones), and is one of the more fascinating and tragic figures of horror cinema. I can see why Sissy Spacek has become so synonymous with the title character. She may not have the look of Ms. White down (according to the novel, she's a bit more slovenly and chunky), but she has absolutely nailed the characteristics and personality. She's naive, stupidly earnest, likable, and creepy when the time is right. I wish I could say the same for her mother, played by the devilish Piper Laurie. She's a complete psychopath for most of her screen time, and her character is the first in many of Stephen King's long obsession and hatred for all things religious-related. I always have to blame one Doug Walker for ruining/enhancing my love for Mr. King by introducing the Stephen King Drinking Game, though admittedly that may only work for tales such as It and the like. But yes, Laurie is great as Carrie's mother, reciting bible verses in an attempt to keep her daughter as clean and pure as possible, striking her down, throwing water on her. You know, the usual fun stuff.
I would argue that Carrie also really helped make director Brian De Palma into a decently well known somebody, as the guy had a handful of well received pictures prior to the release of this King adaptation, but I doubt he would have been able to make a film like Scarface years later had this film been a critical or financial failure. Even more shocking considering that the original novel that this was based upon was thrown out by Stephen King himself, but urged to be finished by his wife. Truth be told, the chemistry and direction he's able to get out of everyone here is just fantastic, and I'm disappointed that Spacek herself didn't win the Academy Award she was nominated for here. Pino Donaggio's score deserves some sort of extra praise as well. I recall liking his work on last year's Unseen Terror entry, the rather well done Don't Look Now, and wish this very talented man had more work on his resume outside of a few select works. The violin, when utilized properly, is just as effective as a piano could ever be.
As it stands, I'd place Brian De Palma's adaptation of Carrie in the top five of best adaptations of a Stephen King novel to date, up there with films like Stand By Me. It cuts out a lot of the fluff I've been trudging through in the novel so far that feels wholly unnecessary and just cuts to the chase, leaving you with a largely more satisfying product and never forgetting to develop the characters into interesting people. Even if you know the whole concept and infamous conclusion to Carrie, but have never seen any version of the story, go watch this. It really is a great film. I'm curious as to how the upcoming remake with Chloe Moretz and Julianne Moore will turn out, as this version is forever fresh in the minds of the horror public, and even the public at large. They will have very big shoes to fill, despite their instantly recognizable names and attachment to a respectable director as well (Kimberly Peirce of Boys Don't Cry fame). Perhaps you'll see a review pop up sometime this month?
Come back tomorrow as we'll fly in for another Stephen King work with THE LANGOLIERS!
I would argue that Carrie also really helped make director Brian De Palma into a decently well known somebody, as the guy had a handful of well received pictures prior to the release of this King adaptation, but I doubt he would have been able to make a film like Scarface years later had this film been a critical or financial failure. Even more shocking considering that the original novel that this was based upon was thrown out by Stephen King himself, but urged to be finished by his wife. Truth be told, the chemistry and direction he's able to get out of everyone here is just fantastic, and I'm disappointed that Spacek herself didn't win the Academy Award she was nominated for here. Pino Donaggio's score deserves some sort of extra praise as well. I recall liking his work on last year's Unseen Terror entry, the rather well done Don't Look Now, and wish this very talented man had more work on his resume outside of a few select works. The violin, when utilized properly, is just as effective as a piano could ever be.
As it stands, I'd place Brian De Palma's adaptation of Carrie in the top five of best adaptations of a Stephen King novel to date, up there with films like Stand By Me. It cuts out a lot of the fluff I've been trudging through in the novel so far that feels wholly unnecessary and just cuts to the chase, leaving you with a largely more satisfying product and never forgetting to develop the characters into interesting people. Even if you know the whole concept and infamous conclusion to Carrie, but have never seen any version of the story, go watch this. It really is a great film. I'm curious as to how the upcoming remake with Chloe Moretz and Julianne Moore will turn out, as this version is forever fresh in the minds of the horror public, and even the public at large. They will have very big shoes to fill, despite their instantly recognizable names and attachment to a respectable director as well (Kimberly Peirce of Boys Don't Cry fame). Perhaps you'll see a review pop up sometime this month?
Come back tomorrow as we'll fly in for another Stephen King work with THE LANGOLIERS!
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
A Haunted House (2013) Review
In August 2012, a young, happy couple named Malcolm and Kisha move into their new home. Not long after moving in, peculiar things start to happen around the house, convincing the two that their new abode is haunted by an evil spirit. Over the course of a month, Kisha becomes possessed, and Malcolm must consult the help of a priest, a psychic, and a duo of ghost hunters if he hopes to ever have any semblance of an ordinary life, and if he ever wants to see his girlfriend returned to normal.
I knew this was eventually going to happen. No, I don't mean watching another modern parody/satire film, but watching this specific flick from back in January. I tried my best to avoid it, but a nightly perusing through Netflix helped me find out this one had made its way into most homes for the viewing, whether they wanted it to or not. I will give director Michael Tiddes' major motion picture debut credit for one thing: it is above and beyond anything put out by the likes of Seltzer and Friedberg. Then again, that's like saying that the days-old Chinese food you got from the buffet didn't end up giving you diarrhea until only three days later.
Speaking of those two hacks mentioned above, they also happened to be two of the six writers of the first entry in the Scary Movie franchise, which co-starred actor Marlon Wayans. Wayans is the lead actor this time around, and like that film, co-wrote the script here. As most of us have come to discover, a lone Wayans brother is a sad, sad creature. True, he did end up giving us a great performance in Requiem For A Dream, but there is a clear difference between Darren Aronofsky and the man who directed an episode of the Fred television series. But let's get into the quality of A Haunted House before I forget, which may be easier to do than I imagined. The first five minutes are the right kind of stupid, based around a gag with overreacting to a dead dog. Wayans' character isn't exactly likable, but he does deliver nearly ninety percent of the best jokes, or at least what constitutes as jokes in this release (the other ten percent belonging to a sadly underused J.B. Smoove). Unfortunately, the ratio of bad jokes to good jokes is a bit on the horrifying side.
I'm shocked that Wayans himself would be so lazy as to make poor imitations of characters from the franchise he was previously a star in and hope that nobody would notice. Nearly everybody feels like the RC Cola equivalent of a Scary Movie character (one character in particular looks like Milton from Office Space if he had liposuction, but acts eerily similar to "Doofy" from that franchise's first entry). I don't recall seeing Essence Atkins in anything prior to this, but good lord did they want her to be Regina Hall. I'm honestly shocked they didn't name her "Brenda" or anything that rhymes with it. And then there's the supporting cast. I could individually dissect everybody's wasted talents here, but that idea went flying out of the window when Nick Swardson walked into the movie. His portrayal of a homosexual psychic is offensively bad, and while I hate to bash a man who seemed like a rather fun fellow based on his appearance on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast, this is further cementing my opinion that this man just isn't funny in any film he's cast in. I get way too much of a Rob Schneider-meets-Pauly Shore vibe every time he comes on screen, except he's arguably worse than both of those two when it comes to choosing projects.
If the best your parody can offer is outdated and tired fart, race, and gay jokes, maybe it'd be for the best that you don't bother going forward with the project. Other films like Edgar Wright's "Cornetto Trilogy," Walk Hard, and even the previous vulgar efforts from sibling Keenan Ivory Wayans are vastly superior to this borefest, as are the classic films from Mel Brooks and The Naked Gun movies. True, it didn't bore or enrage me nearly as much as Paranormal Activity or The Devil Inside, the two films mostly parodied here did, but making the choice for the lesser of two evils still means you're choosing evil.
And besides, surely there are better, superior, and more intelligently-written parodies of Paranormal Activity out there, right?
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Sunday, September 8, 2013
Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox (2013) Movie Review
One night while visiting his mother's grave, Barry Allen, a.k.a. The Flash, is alerted to a break-in at the Flash Museum, led by his arch-nemesis Professor Zoom. With the aid of his fellow Justice League members, the villain's plans are thwarted, but not before Zoom taunts the hero about the flaws of his past mistakes, causing The Flash to retreat in frustration. The next morning, Allen wakes up in his office, and finds himself in a new, unfamiliar world, where his mother is alive, his powers are gone, the Justice League never existed, and the world is being torn apart by an Atlantean/Amazonian war. With the help of a newer, darker Batman, Barry attempts to fix and reconstruct his own timeline.
It is rather hard to believe that we are now into the seventeenth entry of movies within the DC Animated Universe . Releasing seventeen films in only six years must certainly be a time-consuming task, as is adapting many of the company's more popular works into feature-length motion pictures. Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox is based on a 2011 storyline by renowned comic book author Geoff Johns, which was DC's final event leading into their New 52 reboot. This massive crossover relaunched every ongoing title at the time and, in some cases, even rewrote popular history with particular fan favorites. It is also the first starring vehicle for the fastest man in their world, The Flash, though it isn't the first time the character has been in an animated film, and one could argue that is the most mature and darkest entry in this expansive list of animated features.
Right off the bat, the voice work for Flashpoint is anything but common. Andrea Romano has been a voice director for nearly every entry in the DCAU, be it television or movie, and she gets great performances out of nearly everyone involved in this project. Savvy veterans and fans will immediately recognize fan favorites such as Dana Delany, Kevin Conroy, and Nathon Fillion returning to the roles that made them famous among us comic book fans and 90s cartoon kids, and newer participants such as C. Thomas Howell, Michael B. Jordan, and Cary Elwes absolutely knock it out of the park with the roles they've been given. While I'm always going to believe that Susan Eisenberg is the definitive Wonder Woman, I am starting to get around to Vanessa Marshall's portrayal as the princess of Themyscira, who is absolutely ruthless and cold-blooded here, with very few traits of compassion to show for it. Kevin McKidd plays his incarnation of Batman rather well, but you end up wishing he had brought down the "gruff" aspects just a tad. Not everyone with a five o'clock shadow needs to sound like they've been smoking constantly.
There are also a great amount of cameos scattered throughout the film, which too feature some notable and distinguishable actors and actresses. Some end up advancing the story forward, while some feel like distractions meant to appeal to those who are wondering where their number ones are. Personally, I would have liked to see more come about from these with a longer running time, as it gives the viewer only a few minutes to attach themselves to any of them before they either return to their respective cities/armies, or are just plain offed. I do understand that Flashpoint is a condensed version of a rather large story, but I would have been willing to wait a few more months for a release if these steps had been taken.
Alas, the overabundance of characters, be it negative or positive, is but a small gripe in the end, as Flashpoint's main issue comes from one striking, and very hard-to-miss flaw: the art style is really, really unpleasant to view. Compared to previous efforts, the way these characters are drawn looks incredibly flat or even disproportionate at times, especially in the first fifteen minutes. Designs on the faces in particular almost appear to have been shrunken down to parody-levels of oddness. If you are reading this and thinking that it can't be that noticeable, I may remind you that your eyes are working perfectly fine, and disregarding this can be a truly difficult task. Barry Allen's perceived "mommy issues" may also grind the gears of less tolerant comic book fans (to which even Professor Zoom points out), but hey, people put up with it when Bruce Wayne's the one pouring it out, so why not someone else this time?
Despite my problems mentioned above, Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox is still a good amount of fun, at times emotionally resonating and arguably better than its source material. Speaking of emotion, I myself didn't have any problems with the levels of violence here, but it will be quite a shock to more sensitive parents who may be skimming over this in a store and thinking it is "just another comic book movie." The film's official rating is PG-13, and they certainly take advantage of this. Characters die rather memorably, there is some mild swearing here and there, and the overall tone may be too dark for any younger children to take. If this doesn't bother you, however, then you're in for a heck of a ride. I recommend a Blu-Ray purchase if you have the money and capability, as the plentiful amount of extras will enhance the overall fun factor as well.
Monday, September 2, 2013
The World's End (2013) Review
Twenty three years after failing to complete a massive pub crawl known as "The Golden Mile," a group of friends reunite in their hometown, hoping to once again attempt the near-impossible feat. Taken aback by how odd the townsfolk are acting, and by their eerily calm demeanors, the group discovers that everything is not what it seems in their childhood abodes and pubs. After a scuffle at the fourth bar, they scramble to survive among a town seemingly taken over by mechanical or alien invaders.
Edgar Wright is a fascinating director. First making his mark overseas with the cult hit sitcom Spaced, which I am currently in the midst of watching, he's mostly built his name based on word of mouth, and has worked with several A-list actors along the way. And yet, he still never receives the amount of love and respect that he truly deserves. I'm somewhat reluctant to call him the British equivalent of Kevin Smith, given that his dialogue is far less pretentious than Smith's, he hasn't degenerated into a whiney, blubbering idiot whenever he receives criticism in the 21st century, and due to not having mediocre titles like Cop Out under his belt. But, like Smith, he is a man who loves his pop culture targeted towards us fellow geeks, and most likely isn't ashamed to be identified as one. Released earlier this year in U.K. cinemas, The World's End is Wright's third film in the "Cornetto Trilogy," following up Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. If you're unsure of the meaning behind that nickname, I suggest a quick google search. It may give you a craving for ice cream.
One thing to take away immediately after this movie has wrapped up is its absolutely great and memorable fight sequences. Wright is very unappreciated in his knack for them, proving he could direct great action scenes when called for with his two previous efforts, Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and Hot Fuzz. The first fight in the men's bathroom and a separate brawl initiated by Nick Frost in particular stand out, with excellent choreography and creativity (especially in the latter). Speaking of Nick Frost, this may have been the best thing I've seen him in, be it Wright-directed or not. Playing against type works well for him, and when the time to "be real" comes about, he becomes one of the film's most likable and most personable leads. Simon Pegg is always great, and like Frost, plays against type as a more boisterous and obnoxious lead. At first, you may find it hard to root for him, especially if you're a more tightly wound individual, but his comedic chops and lines will win you over. I will have to be honest though: as much as I praised everyone doing a commendable or flat out great job here, it is a little easy to become lost in figuring out who is who. With Frost and Pegg it isn't difficult, as they are very distinct-looking actors, and those more well-versed in modern British cinema may find little difficulty with this. But me? I had trouble determining who was who, save for scarce reminders from said characters of memories from their past.
Like In A World..., there's a rather good and proper balance of sentimental moments that advance the story forward instead of dragging it down. And like Identity Thief, which I hate to bring up in this review, the message of spicing up your life once in a while is again present, though handled infinitely better than that tripe could ever hope to do. In previous efforts, Wright has thrown out nods aplenty to classics in the genre he is paying homage to, this time particularly focusing on science fiction films. Off the top of my head, I spotted Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Thing, War of the Worlds, and Aliens. I'm certain that there are a good number that I missed, but like Hot Fuzz, it will warrant repeated screenings in order to spot them. Well, and to increase overall enjoyment and longevity in the minds of viewers. There's also a nice appearance from Pierce Brosnan in the film, upping the James Bond appearances in Wright's films to two. I would love to see him drag Sean Connery out of retirement for a small role in a future film, but that isn't likely to happen anytime soon.
The World's End is a very good movie to watch with friends, and made all the better having drinks within reach, though for a large portion of it, the film may not be particularly kind towards the non-alcoholic drink fans. Is it my favorite comedy of the year? Time will tell on that, but I can most certainly assure you that it is a great time to be had. Thankfully it has made back its budget, and isn't exactly bombing like some would have thought would happen. It would be wise for you to give your hard-earned money to this picture rather than another mediocre ripoff of Twilight or The Hunger Games anyway.
On another note, I would like to throw out a quick reminder that October is around the corner, meaning that the next iteration of UNSEEN TERROR is coming! Films are being prepared, and thankfully time won't be nearly as strict this year as it was in 2012 (though the budget may be low due to hospital bills). Another thirty one horror films I've never seen in thirty one days! This should be prove to be great fun as always, and I encourage you to join in, be it physically or even through twitter/facebook!
Stay tuuuuuneeeeddd.....
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