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Wednesday, October 04, 2023

Fantasia International Film Festival 2023.10: Ms. Apocalypse, New Normal, Tokyo Revengers 2 - Part 1, and Empire V

Always awkward when the official account for a movie follows you on social media, faves and retweets all your posts about the festival, gets a lot of buzz from very enthusiastic programmers, and then you show up and just don't like the movie much at all. Figure I'll get an unfollow for it.

Not from Ms. Apocalypse writer/director Lim Sun-ae, though, there for her second day and had a pretty good film with her. One issue that was brought up was that there isn't a whole lot of representation for the disabled in Korean film (see also: everywhere), although one thing that I found kind of interesting was that I don't think Cho Yu-jin's affliction was ever actually named in the film, although Lim did specify muscular dystrophy in the Q&A. Interesting choice, that; I wonder if it was just a case of not wanting her to explain her condition when there are other, less sympathetic but more individual parts of her personality to highlight, or if it gave the filmmakers a little wiggle room with diagnoses.

I skipped a slot in the middle of the afternoon to get some fish & chips at McKibbins, amused by how, despite their being the official pub of the festival at least since The Irish Embassy burned down and my seeing their same promo before films at least 300 times, conservatively, I had never stepped foot in the place. I may not do so again, as I'm not a drinker and the food was just fne, but I can at least cross it off the list.

(I was kind of surprised to see another location, apparently larger, near the hotel/dorm where I was staying; I'd assumed it was a neighborhood business and now, like, did they expand from the one near Concordia to the one near UQÃM or vice versa, or is this a place that has locations all over Canada/Québec/Montréal and I just thought it was local? That sort of thing can throw you!)

The thing I skipped was A Disturbance in the Force, the documentary about the Star Wars Holiday Special; I've seen too many fandom-oriented documentaries at Boston Sci-Fi and music docs at IFFBoston that were fine but not really interesting, esecially if the subject matter doesn't, and I can't say this thing held any fascination for me, no matter how much I enjoy Star Wars. So I sat down to eat and ran some errands to make sure I had breakfast stuff on-hand at the hotel room instead. My friend Paul, who programs a theater in upstate New York, saw it and shrugged, saying it wasn't great, but he figured he could sell some tickets, although he was kid of surprised that the screening wasn't better-attended, but it's a different world than when we were younger - where once folks may have sought this out from vague memories and the desire to have even a little more material, there is now so much Star Wars that you have to choose what to care about, and the Holiday Special can properly be regarded as a memory-holed dead end.

No guests for the next movie, because it was a last-minute substitution - My Worst Neighbor was, for one reason or another, no longer able to play the festival, so another Korean film, New Normal played in its place (there were noteworthy sponsors for the Korean film series this year, so there are likely reasons for not just treating it as a free slot). This was fine by me; I hadn't been able to fit it in earlier in the week and it looked to have roughly the same vibe. Made for a relatively small crowd in Hall, though, as I figure most folks who wanted to see it had six days earlier.

(The online program shows a short, "Uberlinks", as playing with the film, but my notes have no record of it; maybe it only played with the first screening.)

Director Tsutomu Hanabusa and prodcuer Naohito Inaba (second and third from left) were there for Tokyo Revengers 2 - Part 1, and as you might expect, there wasn't necessarily that much to say afterward, what with Part 2 scheduled for the next night.

Finally, Mitch Davis and Viktor Kinzburg toalking about EMPIRE V, which fills out that big Russia-shaped space on one's Letterboxd map nicely, and which had gotten a hard,enthusiastic push from Mitch in particular and certainly worked to attract some attention, especially with talk about how it had been banned for being too enthusiastic about taking on the oligarchs, but, man, you could feel Mitch's boundless enthusiasm clash with the reality of just how tough a slog this movie can be. One can absolutely see where a programmer's enthusiasm would develop - when watching the screener on a small screen, you would absolutely want to see some of it blown up to the size of a small building, and it's certainly got more ideas up its sleeve than the average blockbuster, but it can be dull to the point of sapping more life than its vampiric characters.

Which does not, oddly enough, make for a bad Q&A! Mitch's enthusiasm was still there after the film, and it is sufficiently strange that Kinzburg couldn't help but have interesting stories, starting with actually having a grant from the cultural ministry that got yanked(*) to and having to make up the rest with crowdfunding and other investors. They also wound up doing some guerrilla-style filmmaking in that they got drone shots in places where even much less paranoid cities than Moscow would prefer you not fly drones; if you want aerial footage of the Kremlin and Red Square, you just have to factor losing a few octocopters into your budget. One of the signals to Russian viewers that these vampire oligarchs have incredible power was apparently that they regularly drove in special lanes meant to be reserved for the military, and, no they did not get permission to do this. More prosaically, the film needed poetry at its climax, and though the source novel was written by a famous poet, he made a show of not wanting to interfere with Kinzburg's vision… and then sent verses in at the last minute.

(*) This was actually a pretty important issue for the festival; during the introduction Mitch noted that they said no to several Russian films, some I believe from folks who had previously had work in the festival, because they had received government funding and they could not, in good conscience, be responsible for money going back to the Russian government.

An interesting day, all around. Next up: A Sunday featuring Motherland, The Concierge, Tokyo Revengers 2 - Part 2, and Late Night with the Devil.


Segimalui Sarang (Ms. Apocalypse, aka Love at the End of the World

* * * (out of four)
Seen 29 July 2023 in Salle J.A. De Sève (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

Lim Seon-ae's Ms. Apocalypse winds up being quite a nice film about people who find themselves taken advantage of, either because it's their nature or a means of survival, stopping short of being cynical but remaining quite clear-eyed In some ways, the vibe is that of a found-family story where everyone is painfully aware of just how fragile and conditional those sorts of bonds can be bonds can be.

Consider Kim Young-mi (Lee You-young) as she is in the late 1990s, a bookkeeper at a local factory who werks apart from the rest in an unheated office, while her home life has her effectively the sole caretaker of an aunt suffering from dementia, with cousin Kyu-tae no help. About the only person who seems to see her is co-worker Koo Do-yeong (Roh Jae-won), to the point where she cooks the books to temporarily cover for his shortfalls, which eventually lands them both in jail. Young-mi is released first, in 1999, and the only people meeting her at the jail are Koo's wife Cho Yu-jin (Lim Sun-woo) and her hairdresser/driver Jun. Her aunt's house gone and Kyu-tae nowhere to be found, house demolished and Kyu-tae nowhere to be found, Young-mi winds up moving in with Yu-jin, who may be thoroughly unpleasant but has a spare room and, given her severe neuromuscular disorder, probably needs live-in help.

Yu-jin is, at one point, described as having a terrible personality while being a reasonable person, and there's something interesting about that because it's often a bit of freedom that being disabled takes from a person. The film seldom sets them up in direct opposition to each other, or has them in the same frame, but it's worth noting that Kyu-tae is, more or less, able to get away with being a selfish, unreasonable person, even if the audience despises him, but Yu-jin has to have some sort of heart of gold underneath it all, even if she's got far more reason to be angry at the world than he does, because otherwise the home-care people will refuse to come or they'll feel free to steal, and she's got to hold her tongue even though the world has already kicked her around but good.

Lim Sun-woo takes that part and runs with it, knowing Yu-jin cannot back down until confronted directly, but she and director Lim have a very good sense of where the line is between her harsh words for those around her being darkly comic and it being kind of pathetic, making the moments when she steps over mean something. It's a flashy performance that often outshines that of Lee Yoo-young as Young-mi, by design, but in some ways, that makes Young-mi's efforts to find the happy medium between the people-pleasing nature that has allowed people to walk all over her and the desire to lash out all the more interesting to watch. Lee captures how she knows she wants to be stronger but doesn't necessarily want to be like this without looking indecisive or excessively blank.

One thing that's interesting here is that the filmmakers seem quite conscious of how the characters are using bright colors and style to deflect, but it's very present here without quite becoming tacky. Yes, there's something obvious going on where Young-mi's world is black & white before her arrest and in color afterward, as she's introduced to Yu-jin, Jun, and their bolder personalities, but Lim gets the audience to look closer. Even the new red dye job Young-mi gets early on looks almost instantly faded, and there are other signals that the idea is to remind a viewer of movies with colorful and bright production design where characters can unveil new versions of themselves that reflect what vibrant people they are underneath while also saying that it doesn't exactly work that way. Yu-jin is always making sure she is immaculately turned out, but the audience sees her doing it, and it represents not as much her being strong as her desperate to project strength.

Which doesn't make the movie a downer. It's realistic but doesn't look at its helpful main character as a sap for her good nature, even when she's taken advantage of. In the end, she's still a bookkeeper, but she's maybe learned that keeping the books balanced means being fair to yourself.


New Normal

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 29 July 2023 in Auditorium des diplômés de la SGWU (Théâtre Hall) (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

Intersecting-story movies like, say, Pulp Fiction, can sometimes be fascinating for how various threads come together, or how shifting perspectives helps reassess each one, but that's a best-case scenario. Often, it kind of feels like someone emptying out a notebook of ideas that didn't necessarily work elsewhere and tying them together as best they could to mixed results, because the connections do not necessarily strengthen them so much as justify them being features rather than shorts.

In the first of six stories from writer/director Jung Beom-sik, "M", Hung-jun (Choi Ji-woo) must put her guard up when a man knocks on her door, saying he is there to inspect her fire alarms despite it being an odd hour and no email from the building management, while the second, "Do the Right Thing", has high school slacker Seung-jin (Jung Dong-won) finds helping an elderly lady get her groceries home much more involved than the minor good deed he thought it would be; third "Dressed to Kill" has Hyun-su (Lee Yu-mi) on a terrible blind date, only to see another girl in the restaurant wearing a similar outfit become the latest victim of a serial killer. They are, individually, solid enough short films, and the connecting threads that start to appear are fun, although this stretch of the movie does tend to run into the issue where, if every entry in an anthology takes a dark turn, the amount of surprise and suspense can start to wane. There's fun to be had here; "M" is a tight little one-location thriller and Choi Ji-woo is great in it, apparently returning from a bit of a hiatus, and if Jung Dong-won feels a bit off in "Do the Right Thing", it's got a fine comic premise, as does "Dressed to Kill", although the latter winds up functioning more as a nexus of the other stories than being able to focus on its own premise.

After that, "Be With You" sees Yoo-hoon (Choi Min-ho) receive instructions from vending machines leading him to what he hopes is the girl of his dreams; while "Peeping Tom" has Gee-jin (P.O.), an obsessed creep, sneaking into the apartment of his sexy flight attendant neighbor (Hwang Seung-eon?) only to discover he may not be alone. "Be With You" might be the most purely pleasurable segment of the film, as the previous three create expectations that Choi Min-Ho's character seems to be blithely ignoring, and he sets up an entertaining, linear tale that moves quick and benefits from that tension without seeming trapped by it. "Peeping Tom" isn't quite so cheerful; P.O. is playing a perv and filmmaker Jung doesn't quite find the angle that has the audience with him as the twists happen, or even to make the reversals seem clever rather than something to be shrugged off.

The last piece, "My Life as a Dog", has convenience store clerk Yeon-jin (Ha Da-in) - who really thought she'd be playing rock gigs by now - blow off steam online (she'd previously been glimpsed taunting Gee-jin) and find that some folks asking how to dispose of bodies on Reddit maybe aren't just pretending. Yeon-jin is probably the most fully-realized protagonist of the film, and that happens in part because Jung spends a little time hanging back, watching her steadily lose her patience with the rude group she must deal with in the job before a long bike ride to the suburbs, allowing the audience to get to know her and sort of feel how life can grind people down in mundane ways, with Ha Da-in doing quite well to grab the audience's favor despite all of that.

There's the germ of a pretty good idea in each of these segments, and in most cases Jung attacks it, ready to squeeze the most out of it, and by and large he meets the challenges he sets for himself. The fourth and fifth segments are the most darkly funny, in the way that they really lead to nasty punchlines, and the interconnectedness of it is often fun, because once it's established that all these stories are happening at once, having an eye out for easter eggs or convergences Jung edits on top of writing and directing, and for being a film that stops and restarts a few times, it moves forward very well indeed.

There's a certain nihilism to these interconnected murder stories, even beyond the "always expect the worst" factor, that keeps the movie from having a real climax and gut punch as a whole; Jung arguably highlights digital acquaintanceship and matchmaking alongside his transgressions, but doesn't necessarily have much to say about them or any possible connection. For a much fun as the soundtrack's utter lack of subtlety is, you can't use some of the tracks dropped in without earning comparison to the movie they're lifted from, and the same goes with the chapter titles: Your serial killer story should be a bit better than this to be called "M", for instance.

Many movies can be unsatisfying in spots but still worth recommending because pieces are good, and that's obviously more true with something like New Normal. Some segments are terrific, and some elements of others are able to be seen clearly enough to pop. As a whole, it maybe doesn't entirely come together, but those good bits are really good.


Tokyo Revengers 2: Bloody Halloween - Destiny

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 29 July 2023 in Auditorium des diplômés de la SGWU (Théâtre Hall) (Fantasia Festival, DCP)

Yep, this is very much half a movie, the sort that has me taking lots of notes of character names and motivations for when I write this review (or watch part 2), but not a whole lot of "wow, that was cool, make sure to mention that". With each half of this movie being right around ninety minutes, I strongly suspect that there's a good epic-size picture to be found in the story if the studios didn't figure they could sell two tickets instead of one. It is also full of actors who are just not plausibly 17 during the time travel to 10 years ago, let alone 15 in the flashbacks.

After the events of Tokyo Revengers, Takemichi "Michi" Hanagaki (Takumi Kitamura) has prevented the murder of Hinata Tachibana (Mio Imada) in the past, only to see her murdered once again, this time in the present, apparently on the behest of Tetta Kisaki (Shotaro Mamiya), who intends to destroy everyone Majiro "Mikey" Sano (Ryo Yoshizawa) held dear. The seeds for all of this were planted fifteen years ago, when the Toman gang was founded, but Hinata's brother Naoto (Yosuke Sugino) can only send Michi back ten years, but that appears to be a critical time, with Mikey's best friend and co-founder of Toman Baji Keisuke (Kento Nagayama) being released from jail but splitting with Mikey, while Kisaki has recently joined Toman after having been a member of the defeated Moebius gang. Michi vaguely knows there's a brawl coming, but ten years ago, he was little more than a hanger-on and mascot - he'll have to rise in the ranks quickly if he stands any chance of preventing "Bloody Halloween".

Though I grumble about this sort of split seeming to be designed to sell more tickets, there's logic to it; subsequent books (or, in this case, manga storylines) tend to be longer than their predecessors but the "right" length for a movie is more constrained than that of other media, so a split may be the only way to preserve the pacing of the first successful adaptation while maintaining the same level of fidelity to the source. You can see that being the case here, with a lot that needs to happen leading up to Bloody Halloween and flashbacks even further back to flesh it out. The film is pretty enjoyable on those terms, though - it throws new mysteries at the audience pretty much constantly while offsetting it with useful background information, and punctuates the melodrama of these youth-gang vendettas with brutal beatdowns.

As before, the film has an appealingly earnest dope at the center, although Takumi Kitamura gets stuck in a rough spot there - as much as Michi is the protagonist, the story is really not about him in any way: The character is not bright enough to really solve this mystery (and can only occasionally consult with the brains of the operation), and even the thin story about a loser revisiting his high school peak is even less of a factor here. He's highly watchable, though, and Kento Nagayama is a great addition to the cast as the bombastic Baji. Ryo Yoshizawa is a fine combination of bluster and fragility, and Shotaro Mamiya solidifies his position as the series's villain.

This movie ultimately lands right on the border of the split seeming like a good idea and it perhaps being wiser to make one movie, but ends on a cliffhanger good enough to make me glad the festival had part 2 the next night.


Ampir V (Empire V)

* * (out of four)
Seen 29 July 2023 in Auditorium des diplômés de la SGWU (Théâtre Hall) (Fantasia Festival, digital)

So much world-building and exposition and philosophy, so little actually doing anything. Empire V is the sort of film that looks like it should be exciting, a combination of weird horror melodrama and satirical humor elevated by striking visuals, but can't quite manage it. Its secret rulers of the world never seem to do much ruling the world, and no amount of detail makes their internal squabbles more interesting.

It starts by introducing slacker Muscovite Roman (Pavel Tabakov), who certainly gives the impression of being vampire food, but is instead recruited by vampire Brama (Vladimir Epifantsev), the current avatar of Rama to receive his "tongue" and take his position. He naturally catches the eye of another recent convert, Hera (Taya Radchenko), especially as they are trained in their new abilities and positions by instructor Loki (Bronislav Vinogrodkiy). Rama has a rival for Hera in her master Mithra (Miron Federov), and he's a formidable one, likely behind the deteriorating condition that led Brama to pass his tongue on.

The aim is apparently to take aim at the oligarchs who have outsized power in society, especially in the film's home territory of Russia, portraying them as vampires draining society. Writer/director Victor Ginzburg (working from a novel by Viktor Pelevin) carefully emphasizes that these creatures don't subsist entirely on blood, but actually prefer a "milk" that is distilled from money. It's here that one can feel Ginzburg getting particularly caught in the weeds, especially as the wise old vampires start musing that money is just an idea that people made up and yet it is so powerful that… Well, they go on, and the strangeness of how this is actually implemented does not make it resonate more. Perhaps what it does of that is full of references that Russian audiences will understand immediately, but it can be opaque to other audiences.

Instead, it becomes a sort of romance between two characters that don't have much to them. Rama and Hera are given very little specific background and for most of the movie, Pavel Tabakov and Taya Radchenko are kind of capably bland - never so completely unreactive as to feel wooden but also never finding a hook that suggests there's more going on than them being reasonably good-looking people of a similar age. There's maybe an angle about addiction, but aside from Roman's mother calling him one, there's not much indication; he feels aimless more as opposed to being someone searching for the next high, at least until the movie introduces the milk and makes it sound so impossibly addictive that no human could resist it (and, credit where it's due, Tabakov and Radchenko sell the idea that introducing people who had been addicts as humans to this stuff is probably a Bad Idea). As a result, this story winds up being more about dynasties collapsing through decadence than oligarchs being entrenched. That it's not what the movie was sold as is no big deal, but the way it comes about is not worth the amount of detailed set-up.

It's very fun to look at, though, with imaginative production design, effects shots where I immediately knew what the credits for "fractal art" meant, and the sort of willingness to go big that can paper over some less than photo-real visual effects. Empire V is, at its best moments, deeply weird, offering up more convolutions and creature effects than it comes close to needing and making it all work because Ginzburg puts it all up on screen or has characters drop long tracts of exposition with utter confidence. That's not always enough - he'll keep explaining even when the audience has absorbed what they need to know and enough ancillary details to give it flavor, or he'll serve up a poetry slam when a viewer might be expecting a fight (though maybe it's a great poetry slam for those who speak Russian; the subtitles are just okay).

That is how you make an epic fantasy into a slog: Ginzburg introduces a grand, swooping setting filled with eccentric style and boils it to as bland and small a story as possible.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Somerville Theatre Horror Marathon 2015: West of Zanzibar, Dracula (1931), The Monster That Challenged the World, Seconds, Aliens, and The Lost Boys

Since I had done the Freaks of Nature/Scouts Guide double feature the night before and then spent the wee hours getting a review of the first up, I was kind of fuzzy on the morning of Halloween, the sort of "I'm going to have to drag myself through the day" sensation that really does not bode well for a day of sitting in the dark watching movies. Our at least, it seems like it shouldn't, but it doesn't always work that way for me. Instead, if I can get through that initial lethargy, there's a chance I'll be good for the day, while days where I feel ready to go drop me hard.

Fortunately, I was in good shape for the first movie, West of Zanzibar, which was the one I really wanted to see. "Silent" is a bigger draw than "horror" for me, especially when it means fine lurid pulp that can serve as a legitimate guilty pleasure. After that, I could treat up satisfied that I had seen the thing I would have paid $15 for as part of the Sunday silents series, so another $15 for five more movies on 35mm was a pretty good deal.

Very nice prints, too. Had protectionist David Kornfeld gives a print report before events like this, and is seldom less than candid about anything, which meant that a couple of times during this introduction, theater manager Ian Judge was probably willing him not to tell the audience that one or two of the movies they had paid money for was crap, even if the print was nice.

Of course, Ian also mentioned wishing a few hundred more people had come - who knows if the theater would have done better screening Crimson Peak all day? - but I suspect this year was a tougher draw than usual. Even though you probably could do both this and the Coolidge Corner Theatre's twelve-hour marathon without missing much of each, that would be a stretch (I believe they were on separate weekends the last few years), the lineup was heavy on things that might be considered more sci-fi than horror by many, and noon to midnight on the 31st blocks out a lot of other activities.

I mean, heck, I was kind of surprised to see people running around Davis Square in costume when we took a longer between-films break to get some dinner at around 7pm, and Halloween was the excuse to do this thing, right? It's a weird disconnection. I didn't even bother to buy way more peanut butter cups than I could possibly give out because I knew I wouldn't be around during trick-our-trading hours.

Although, now that I think about it, the peanut butter pumpkins should be dirt-cheap while stores try to clear shelf space for peanut butter trees, so maybe I should hit the supermarket...

West of Zanzibar

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

I would normally start a review of a movie like this with "I don't believe in guilty pleasures, this is just entertaining", but this one lends itself more to "pulp fiction can sometimes reflect the less pleasant values of its time." The dirty little secret of movies like that, though, is that they can be nasty, melodramatic, and entertaining with an efficient ruthlessness that modern films would have to really work for.

Still, the owning act doesn't require any political incorrectness to blitz through a lot of setup. In almost no time, stage magician Phroso (Lon Chaney) has not only seen an adventurer by the name of Crane (Lionel Barrymore) steal his wife Anna (Jacqueline Gadsden) away and push Phroso himself off a ledge while crowing about how he's taking Anna to Africa, but he's been present, paralyzed from the waist down and reduced to begging in the streets, a year later when Asma returns with an infant daughter, expiring just in time for the former magician to see the leading evidence of Anna's adultery and vow revenge. It probably takes up a greater percentage of the film than it might in a contemporary thriller - about fifteen of the movie's sixty-five minutes - but it's admirably relentless in how it starts in a nice place but soon literally brings Phroso's life crashing down before giving it a good, hard twist.

Both as soon as that's done and eighteen years later, it's time for the really nasty stuff to start as a sleeker, meaner Phroso - now called "Dead-Legs" - tricks a primitive tribe of cannibals in the Congo into doing his bidding while blackmailing an alcoholic doctor (Warner Baxter) into looking after his health. While the Africans are stealing ivory from Crane's parties, Dead-Legs sends for Maizie (Mary Nolan), sweet and pure despite being raised in a hotel that is half brothel, so that the final stage of his revenge on them can be put into action.

Full review on EFC.

Dracula (1931)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

The classic, most-recognized film version of Dracula - and I think that, despite Hammer fans' enthusiasm, the 1931 version with Bela Lugosi as the Count is that - is one of a number of films (including several in this marathon) that I have no trouble watching, enjoying, and appreciating but fall short of genuinely loving. It's part and parcel of being first - Tod Browning's version has the right idea in so many places but still has room for refinement, and every fault is something that most viewers have seen refined.

The filmmakers get a heck of a lot right in their 75 minutes, though. The story is told with precision and clarity, from the economical script to the sets that exemplify what each location is for and what sort of atmosphere it's supposed to have. There are goofy bits like a bat that is obviously on strings and some very broadly-accented working-class characters, and some of the performances can get lumped in there unfairly. For all Lugosi's grand dramatics, they eventually work as sheer confidence, and Dwight Frye's unblinking, utterly insane Renfield is a scenery-chewing treasure.

As much as I don't love this the way I feel like I should, the only better version I've seen is the original Nosferatu, intentionally different enough to get a pass.

The Monster That Challenged the World

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

There's a tendency in 1950s monster movies toward trust in military and police authority, and while The Monster That Challenged the World is not exactly the most extreme case, it's one of the more anonymous. It's capable in most areas where these movies need to be, and the places where it stumbles are the ones where its best characters' charm can make up some ground. It's no classic, but deserves lighter mockery than many of ours genre and era.

In this film, the monster comes not from outer space but from under the water after an earthquake unseals a cave beneath California's Salton Sea. There's a Navy bar researching new parachute designs (among other things) nearby, and when both a paratrooper and the two-man retrieval team fail to check in, the base's chief investigator, John Twillinger (Tim Holt) goes looking. Finding bodies and a strange goop on the boat, he visits the lab, and the evidence suggests some sort of giant, semi-amphibious mollusk. Bad news, especially with it laying eggs and an underground river offering it a path to the canal system.

Fortunately, they are on a Navy research base, and between the sailors, scientists, and local constabulary, there are plenty of clean-shaven white men to get to the bottom of this. Okay, maybe broader representation would have made this movie about a prehistoric monster feel a bit less authentic in 1957, but it illustrates what kind of a bland cast of characters the film features. "Twill" is initially characterized as kind of impatient and implied to be more of a stickler than the previous officer to hold his position, but that doesn't really sick beyond Tim Holt giving him a crisp efficiency as the film goes on (not a complaint; even if this movie were inclined to have an official bottleneck character, Holt does a good guy who knows what he's doing). It's a film where the supporting cast is not actually interchangeable but can feel that way, with the exception of comic relief characters and people who just don't listen to the people in charge and this potentially screw things up.

Full review on EFC.

Seconds

* * * (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

I've seen Seconds once before, under similar circumstances - the sci-fi marathon, maybe even in the same theater - and had about the same reaction: It's a well-made film that must have seemed exceptionally strange when it first came out, but which seems a little less so after a few decades of science fiction where malleable identities are a big thing. It's very much a first go, where the basic idea the filmmakers want to get across is new enough is so relatively new that there's not a lot of time to flesh it out.

It's still a good movie, though. Screenwriter Lewis John Carlino and director John Frankenheimer work hard to build their shadow world in a way that makes it seem like it could plausibly exist alongside the actual 1966, but which also gives Frankenheimer the chance to spotlight angles that highlight the strangeness of the situation, albeit in a very clinical manner. They also come up with a few nifty images beyond the obvious, especially as Arthur Hamilton (John Randolph) walks through a butcherie well before the procedures which make him into "Antiochus Wilson" (Rock Hudson), surrounded by animal corpses to be processed.

Rock Hudson is also pretty darn great in this. I may, sometimes, doubt the machinations that get Wilson to wherever he is at a given point, but Hudson's being invested in this role despite movie stars just not doing this sort of weird fantasy in 1966 is obvious. He gives the film a soul even if, by doing so, he's exposing how rickety its bones are, and that's impressive.

Aliens

* * * (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

What do Aliens and Terminator 2 have in common? Well, besides great female leads and writer/director James Cameron, they're both clear examples of sequels going bigger than their predecessors, and doing well in the execution, but also losing track of crucial elements that made the movies which originated their series so great.

For T2, it's the tight plotting and story that balances destiny and self-determination better than almost any other time-travel movie; for Aliens, it's a monster that not only had a genuinely alien biology and reproductive cycle, but was so dangerous that just one seemed unstoppable. Cameron reduces them to hive insects and gives humans the firepower to wipe them out with efficiency given a clear line of sight, at least until the boss-villain-sized Queen is brought in.

It's still a fair amount of fun, of course; Cameron knows how to grab an audience and hold it, and whatever we may decide we think later is not important at all while we're actually watching the movie. And while this is the movie that one might most easily say doesn't fit into a horror movie marathon, seeing it in this context makes the terraforming station feel like an enormous haunted house, even if filling it with Marines and a corporate weasel in addition to Ellen Ripley (still easy for the audience to connect to despite surviving the first encounter) and Newt does push that back a little.

The less charitable parts of this assessment didn't necessarily go through my head the first time I saw Aliens, although here at #5 or so, they're tough for me to miss. It's still never a bad watch.

The Lost Boys

* * * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 31 October 2015 in Somerville Theatre #1 (horror marathon, 35mm)

Here's one I've somehow missed seeing until now, which is both kind of a bummer - I've probably specifically passed on what turns out to be a fun movie - but also cool, because the trail end of a six-movie marathon seems to be the ideal conditions for it. At that moment, I was in just about the perfect state of mind for something just precisely this straight-facedly goofy, especially since I didn't know that was what was coming.

After all, I don't think that's ever what had been played up about this movie; it was always advertised and given home video packaging featuring red-tinted photos of Jason patric, Kiefer Sutherland and other Brat Pack types in sunglasses as the vampires, and given that this is a Joel Schumacher film, that isn't far off the slick, glossy style to be found in the movie. And the "Lost Boys" parts of the movie deliver that, with a trashy-bit-cool vibe to the vampires' hideout in particular and the town of Santa Carla as a whole, a permanent seaside carnival that shows root and violence as soon as you look closely.

The thing that makes it genuinely entertaining, though, is that right next to that, it also plays like a romantic comedy with Dianne Wiest and Edward Herrmann, with her newly moved to the area, him her boss, and her weird son throwing up a bunch of obstacles, and then when you rotate it a little more, it's a weird story of misfit kids at the comic shop discovering that, in fact, their neighbors are the monsters they seem to be. Heck, the obvious vampire stuff is actually the messiest, least well-define bit of the movie even if it drives the rest. If it were just any one of those things, it's not that memorable, but by managing to pivot between them without really winking at the audience that much, it actually becomes something surprisingly entertaining. Today, it seems, a ton of horror-comedies try to hit this target and it seldom works, probably because the filmmakers are too much with the Sam and the Frog Brothers and too ready to mock David's gang. This movie lets hip be hip and geeks be geeks, and in doing so doesn't pander the way today's self-aware movies that are totally with the nerds do.

Sunday, November 01, 2015

Halloween Eve with monster-fighting teens: Freaks of Nature (aka The Kitchen Sink) & Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse

I wasn't actually planning to do a double feature Friday night, although it was sort of in the back of my mind as neither of the two movies had reviews on eFilmCritic. I knew I was going to see Freaks of Nature, but figured it might be a quick turnaround, especially since not many sites were listing the actual length of Freaks. There was, though, just enough time to get back downstairs, buy a second ticket (which is one of the first times I've seen a 2D movie there not using MoviePass in some time), and get back up for a second 90-minute movie. Probably should have quit when I was ahead, especially since I wanted to write and also was planning to go to the Somerville Theatre's 12-hour marathon the next day.

Don't warm up for marathons; rest up instead.

I actually wound up composing the last bits of the Scouts Guide on my phone during the between-film breaks at the, which is not ideal. Nice to know how to do it, but I really hope I can get my tablet back soon because that is kind of uncomfortable.

The Kitchen Sink (retitled Freaks of Nature)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 30 October 2015 in AMC Boston Common #15 (first-run, DCP)

Freaks of Nature was originally called The Kitchen Sink - some websites are listing its showtimes under that title - and neither name is great. "Freaks" is generic and not really what the movie is about; "Sink" puts the emphasis on the filmmakers' intentions to make a bizarre movie even though they're also trying to make something good. It does, in fact, go a little nuts in pursuit of its high concept, but it's also fairly funny and even fitfully clever.

It takes place in the town of Dillford, Ohio, in a world were human beings, zombies, and vampires live together in relative harmony, though there is still a fair amount of tension. Plus, regular high school stuff: Lanky Dag Parker (Nicholas Braun) has a crush on his sexy neighbor Lorelei (Vanessa Hudgens), although she mostly sees his bedroom as a convenient place to hide her weed from her parents. Petra Lane (Mackenzie Davis) is excited to go to her first vampire party with sexy bloodsucker Milan Pinache (Ed Westwick), although they may have different ideas of what "going all the way" means. Ned Mosely (Josh Fadem) is brilliant, but the only girl who pays him any attention is a zombie (Mae Whitman), and his father (Ian Roberts) is much more invested in his athletic older brother (Chris Zylka). That's a lot of teen angst, and that's before the arrival of an alien spaceship has every group thinking that the other is plotting against them.

Oren Uziel's script was apparently on the Black List of great unproduced screenplays a few years back, and what people would see in it isn't hard to discern: In the same way that a lot of high school movies are proxies for how adult social groups don't necessarily get along, Uziel amplifies that with the various types of monsters, although he never makes it so much a movie about movies that the original satirical intent is lost - heck, he's able to bring it closer to the surface this way. And while the comedy is often broad, there is occasionally something barbed underneath - the characters may be in absurd, exaggerated situations, but the teenage emotional overdrive that motivates them is recognizable and easy to empathize with.

Full review on EFC.

Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse

* * (out of four)
Seen 30 October 2015 in AMC Boston Common #19 (first-run, DCP)

At a festival earlier this year, a director actually mentioned that his producer prevented him from putting proper punctuation in his film's title, saying it looks bad on a marquee and that you don't want a pause in there. I don't see anyone fighting for the apostrophe that should be in this movie's title, though - the guys making this not-particularly-clever teens-versus-zombies picture don't seem like the type to sweat details like proper grammar.

After a sort-of-funny opener where a janitor (Blake Anderson) in a secret facility ignores an edict not to touch anything, the movie introduces the last three guys in Deer Field, CA still scouting as sophomores in high school: Augie (Joey Morgan) is the die-hard, although friends Ben (Tye Sheridan) and Carter (Logan Miller) have mostly stuck around the past couple of years because they felt Augie needed it after the death of his father. In fact, after Augie gets his "Condor" badge on tonight's camping trip, they intend to sneak away to a party being thrown by the seniors - including Carter's sister Kendall (Halston Sage), on whom Ben has a most understandable crush. But Scout Leader Rogers (David Koechner) never shows up, and when they get back to town, only Denise (Sarah Dumont), a waitress at the local strip club, seems to be around. Luckily, she's pretty good with a shotgun.

This film was originally titled "Scouts vs Zombies", and there's little denying that it's a fun idea for a movie, although it might have been a better one if the emphasis on scouting were more than having the characters in uniform occasionally mentioning that they'd tied a specific knot. It's a dead-simple idea, after all, but director Christopher Landon and his co-writers only rarely seem to come up with scenarios where tracking, knowing about wildlife, surviving in the wilderness, or the whole gamut of skills modern scouts might get merit badges for are put to the test. There's a very funny thriller to be found in overlooked kids coming to the rescue, especially if they're kind of unassuming and have the broad range and mastery of skills those about to become the film's equivalent of an Eagle Scout display, especially if the entire troop were more than just three sixteen-year-olds.

Full review at HBS.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

This That Week In Tickets: 19 May 2014 - 25 May 2014

Only three nights of movies, but all double features, and kind of nuts beyond that.

This Week in Tickets

Once again, I had a movie I wanted to see before it left town - Only Lovers Left Alive - and it was down to alternating shows in the 14-seat room at the Coolidge. So, to kill time, I saw Belle, which wound up being the better movie of the night.

With plans to head north to see my folks over the Memorial Day weekend, there was a lot of stuff I wanted to catch before that, starting with Sansho the Bailiff from the HFA's Mizoguchi series. I figured I would have just enough time to get to the Kendall for Cold in July, but it was pretty close - there was something going on between the Carpenter Center and Kendall Square that closed a bunch of streets with police directing traffic away. No idea what it was, but I managed to get into the theater just at the end of the trailers, so it was all good. All great, actually, as Sansho is a classic and Cold in July is genuinely terrific.

Saturday... Well, that didn't go so well. I slept late, my brother found he couldn't rent a car with a debit card, I saw I wasn't going to get to the train station in time, detoured to South Station for the bus, and then managed to be the last person in a line that was two people more than there were seats on the vehicle (to be fair, I brought this on myself, stopping to buy a phone charger when I realized I had left mine at home). I could have waited another hour for the next bus, but that would have meant someone waiting around the station after Matt & Morgan got there or making a second trip, so I decided to do it the next day. With my afternoon and evening suddenly free, I headed for Fenway to see the motion-captured Indian musical swords & sorcery picture Kochadaiiyaan with Superstar Rajnikanth (it's a whole thing), and then went for X-Men: Days of Future Past after that.

The next morning I got up early, caught the bus, and then spent the entire day helping my brother, his wife, and their adorable daughters move into their new house. On the one hand, it certainly had me determined to have the yard sale before I move the next time; on the other, I got to spend time with all three of my brothers and all four of my nieces , who now live just a couple miles from each other. I'm pretty jealous, actually, as living in the same neighborhood as my cousins would have been pretty cool when I was growing up.

Only Lovers Left Alive

* * ¼ (out of four)
Seen 19 May 2014 in the Coolidge Corner Theatre GoldScreen (first-run, digital)

While there are some movies that are seemingly designed just for me, this one was pretty much in the other direction: I'm not fond of vampires at all, especially when they're supposed to be cool and sexy rather than walking death, and music fetishists are just the worst. I love fans, people who are genuinely enthused about things that bring them joy, no matter what they love, right up until the point where they try to convince you that their hobby is important, and music-lovers do that more than anybody else. So you can see why I was predisposed to find this insufferable.

Well, it's not that; it's at least down to Earth and maybe a little aware that its characters are sort of ridiculous. It's dull for long stretches, with writer/director Jim Jarmusch so hung up on his and the film's own eccentricity that it blots out any hope for a story, and there are times when the movie really needs it. Mia Wasikowska especially seems terribly under-used as the sister of Tilda Swinton's character, like the cast was supposed to improvise this relationship into being interesting. It's also another example of how boring we've made vampires, who are now just people with a restrictive diet and a bad skin condition that keeps them out of the sun, a fair tradeoff for immortality that doesn't seem to cost them anything otherwise.

And yet, there's enough talent in the right places that there's frequently something sublime about it: Tom Hiddleston and Swinton capture a most unusual version of true love, one that has lasted for centuries and is strong enough that it can survive years or decades apart, and doesn't need constant reaffirmation for validation. Their grand perspective lets Jarmusch train his camera on Detroit, capture it as a city nearing the end of an almost inevitable decline, and portray it as having a sort of peace and beauty that those of us who can only see it on a human scale cannot truly accept. I don't think that there's any doubt that by the end, even those of us who were frequently frustrated by the movie will feel something because of it, and that's probably all Jarmusch is looking for.

X-Men: Days of Future Past

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 24 May 2014 in AMC Boston Common #8 (first-run, RealD)

When X-Men: First Class came out a couple years ago, I made a comment to the effect that seeing the version of Mystique introduced in that movie actually kill and set herself irrevocably on the path to being the villain played by Rebecca Romijn (and generally seen in Marvel's X-Men comics) would probably be the hardest thing that the prequel movies could do. It's kind of gratifying to see that the folks at Fox and the Donner Company seemed to be thinking the same way, because they went and made that the fulcrum that the next movie pivots upon. It's a smart decision on a number of levels, from it always being smart to give Jennifer Lawrence a big role in your movie when you can to putting the shape-shifter at the center of a story that is, after all, about the potential for change.

That's the sort of clever use of science fiction and superhero elements that makes Days of Future Past as strong an entry in cinema's most tonally ambitious series of comic book movies as you can hope for (give Bryan Singer and company credit, they want these stories to be about something). The surprise, then, is just how much sheer fun the movie winds up being as well. Singer and company seem to be having a great time grounding their story in a real, specific past era - the opposite of how generic comics' traveling timeline seems to make them ever more generic - and they do something similarly cool with the action, building the most memorable scenes around mutants with cool powers, especially speedster Quicksilver (Evan Peters) and portal-opener Blink (Fan Bingbing). The grand, over-the-top way that Magneto makes his presence known for the finale is just wonderful for how big and ridiculous it is.

It's got some flaws, in particular the way that it sometimes replicates the experience of reading X-Men comics too closely, with pages upon pages of mutants with code-names that don't necessarily connect to their powers to keep straight, alternate timelines, and story bits that sometimes drag on and sometimes become something unrecognizable while you look away for a couple months. That's what makes it even more impressive that the filmmakers harvest this unwieldy thing, wrestle a story out of it, and do so in a way that both makes a certain amount of sense and leaves the audience caring what happened. That's not always the case (for instance, I honestly can't remember what X-Men 2 was about), but they've done it with style here.

SPOILERS!

And I like the way things seem to be headed with the new status quo - anything that gets Famke Janssen back into these movies is fine with me, and even if I'm the only one who mostly liked X3, it's not really erased; it's a necessary part of continuity in order to get this movie where it does. I'm kind of hoping that things are somewhat more peaceful in the new timeline because Mystique was never the close partner to Magneto that she was before, making his plans less effective. She's not necessarily with the X-Men, but I could easily see Fox spinning her off to a series somewhat akin to the comics written by Brian K. Vaughan and Sean McKeever a while back.

As to the post-credit tease - I know squat about Apocalypse, and get the idea that there's kind of squat to know, with him being a very vaguely defined concept. Hopefully the filmmakers will get something interesting out of him.

!SRELIOPS


Belle
Only Lovers Left Alive
Sansho the Bailiff
Kochadaiiyaan
X-Men: Days of Future Past
Cold in July

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Fantasia Daily, 2011.06 (19 July): Bleak Night, 100 Years of Evil, Midnight Son, and Birthright

Huh, Photobucket isn't letting me upload right now, and I'm sure as heck not going to get hit with international roaming to upload the pictures directly from my phone. Maybe I'll update that tomorrow.

In the meantime, It's worth mentioning that Naoki Hashimoto had one of the more interesting introductions and Q&As so far this festival. Like a lot of the Q&As where nobody involved seemed to be speaking English as a native language, the questions and answers sometimes only seemed related in a general sense, but Hashimoto's repeated declaration that he was trying to make a film and not a television drama was intriguingly telling. His film, Birthright, is very much the sort that many people might think of as not losing anything if seen on DVD in the living room - no vistas, minimal action, no loud, pumping soundtrack - but it's undeniably made for the theater. Things happen in the middle distance, almost like the audience has to look through the screen to see what's going on. The fast-forward button could prove to be a terrible temptation at home, but the movie must be allowed to play out at its own pace. Similarly, the sound is calibrated very carefully; at points it must seem to come from far away, quiet enough that it may not be clear what the subtitles are translating at first.

Indeed, Hashimoto mentioned that during the testing, he got frustrated by the sound of the theater's air conditioning, feeling it interfered with the movie. I don't know whether they turned it down for the screening (I didn't notice it being any stuffier in the auditorium, and I was in de Seve all day), but I loved that he was passionate and devoted enough to his film to make sure it showed right. It was one of the decreasingly few that showed on 35mm, and I almost see him delivering the cans of film from Japan himself, because it's just this important to him that it be shown right.

(As an aside, Birthright strikes me as a non-intuitive choice for a movie that might have been unusually effective in 3D; so much attention is paid to distance and space in this movie that I suspect Hashimoto and his cinematographers might be able to use those tools unusually well.)

Pasuggun (Bleak Night)

* * * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2011 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2011 - Cine-Asie presents Korean Film Spotlight)

Hee-june (Park Jung-min) is a bookish kid, regularly picked on and even bullied by more popular "friend" Ki-tae (Lee Je-hoon), a situation that Ki-tae's friend Dong-yoon (Seo Jun-young) does little to stop. A familiar story - so why is it Ki-tae's father (Jo Sung-ha) who is visiting the other boys after his son's suicide, looking for answers?

That's the central mystery lurking at the heart of Bleak Night, although those searching for either a simple answer or even a conventional detective story may be disappointed. Writer/director Yoon Sung-hyun steps through a series of flashbacks and offers up plenty of clues, but the eureka moment seems determined to prove elusive. Not only is this not an investigation that can head to a definitive solution, but the best source of information is unavailable. For all that Yoon frequently plays switches perspectives and even investigators, we never see anything that is solely from Ki-tae's perspective. If we are to know his mind, it's going to be from what the other boys tell us.

Not that this seems particularly like a Rashomon situation with unreliable narrators; every perspective seems to add up consistently. Still, it's instructive to see what Yoon puts in and what he leaves out, as well as how he cuts between them. There's a huge jump in Dong-yoon's account, for instance, that may be him trying to downplay his guilt about another awful event, and the flashbacks to before Ki-tae's death can frequently be confusing, as the characters' behavior, especially Ki-tae's, can seem to change drastically between them. But that can be the high school experience, with people presenting different faces to different circles of friends and attempting to appear a bigger bully just to survive. Yoon gets that and presents it in all its confusing reality, not offering clear signals with cinematography or design but letting the audience recall these facts of life and sort things out themselves.

Full review at EFC.

100 Years of Evil

* * * (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2011 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2011 - Playback in Black: The Next Wave)

In some ways, 100 Years of Evil works more as a deconstruction of the continuing use of Nazis as lurking supervillains in pop-culture than as an example of it. After all, with World War II sixty-five years in the past, even if Hitler had somehow secretly survived, not only would he be in his dotage, his history since then would have him looking sadly ineffective. This film posits that he invented the soap opera and fast food - nefarious, to be sure, but something of a step down.

As much as directors Erik Eger and Magnus Oliv have fun taking the idea apart and working it for laughs, they do so in large part by playing it straight. As weird as some of the characters in the film are, especially obsessed scientist Skule (Jon Rekdal), there are only occasional moments when things get overtly goofy. Rekdal actually gives Skule a strange sort of pathos as a man controlled by his obsession, helplessly driven to uncover lies.

Midnight Son

* * ½ (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2011 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2011 - Visions of Vampirism)

This one was going so well before it went full-vampire by the end. Director Scott Leberecht spends the first chunk of the movie creating an interpretation of the vampire myth that seems thoroughly believable, even playing with the audience by suggesting that the presence of vampires in pop culture may be influencing pasty, anemic Jacob (Zak Kilberg) in his descent into blood-sucking. It's sad, reasonably well-acted, has a sweet little love story at the center and manages to turn the whole idea of vampires and their sex appeal on its head in amusing fashion.

And then, it's like Leberecht either forgot what he was doing with the first act or didn't realize as he was creating his set-up that it was actually a lot better than the rote story he was building. All the things that were clever and made sense get thrown out the window, the grounded bits become fantastical, and the last scenes just seem like a lazy surrender to convention.

Saitai (Birthright)

* * * * (out of four)
Seen 19 July 2011 in Salle de Seve (Fantasia 2011 - Cinema Lucida)

On the surface, Naoki Hashimoto's Birthright is the opposite of what a thriller should be: It is long, static scenes of people doing nothing and even saying nothing, with no frantic activity to be found. It's the sort of film that seems calculated to drive me up the wall. And yet, it is riveting, serving up a story that wrests incredible suspense from its very simplicity and starkness.

A young woman (Sayako Oho) comes to a seaside town and starts observing the Takeda family that lives there. Daughter Ayano (Miyu Yagyu) and father Minotu (Hiroshi Sakuma) don't notice her, and while mother Naoko (Ryoko Takizawa) occasionally seems to, she doesn't acknowledge the silent watcher. After a few days, she makes her move, donning a school uniform and meeting Ayano on the road, saying a boy at a different school wants to meet her. This gets Ayano into her car, where she is handcuffed, blindfolded, and brought to a large, empty building. The girl locks the doors and unshackles Ayano. And then they wait.

From the very start, Birthright is designed to be unnerving, with shots that place everything in the middle distance and sound that is mixed the same way, voices overheard from a distance away. The bulk of the movie has no music, and the girl (given a name on the film's website but not, IIRC, within the film itself) is far from forthcoming. It is an atmosphere set up to prime the audience for the next thing to happen, but not necessarily to deliver it. Indeed, it soon becomes clear that there really is not "next thing", and that what the audience is seeing now is in fact the point of the exercise - and if that's the case, anything can happen.

Full review at EFC.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

IFFBoston 2011 Day #4: Shorts, We Still Live Here, Windfall, The Future, Bellflower, and Stake Land

It makes sense that the long day is going to take a long time to write up, doesn't it? It's mildly amusing that the delay in getting this post done because there were things I saw in theaters and wanted to recommend before they left means that I may very well wind up scrambling and reviewing films/days out of order because the release of one of the movies I saw on Monday (day #6) that seemed comfortably far away is now coming right up.

Anyway, this was a long day that started late; the walk home from The Catechism Cataclysm the night before wasn't as bad as I remembered it from a couple years ago (and, wonder of wonders, there was actually a pizza place open when I went through Harvard Square! That serves really good pizza, even when closing at 2am!), but it did get me home at around half-past two, so after reading comics because the walking had my blood flowing too much for immediate sleep, it was something like 3:30am before I finally dropped. Apparently I got 15 minutes too much sleep, because I arrived at the Somerville Theatre too late for Convento at noon. The narrative shorts were scheduled to start at 12:15, and were a pretty good group, so I didn't feel too shortchanged.

(Especially after I read the program and read that it wasn't actually about monks installing robotics in dead animals to make them move again, but just a group of artists living in an abandoned monastery doing such things. A minor distinction, it may seem, but the monks would have made it much cooler, though Ned told me that it was, in fact, excellent anyway.)

I spent a bit of time talking with Ned between shows at the Brattle, where I spent much of the afternoon and evening watching a couple of interesting documentaries and one rather dire feature that we'll get to later. The docs were the science-for-the-socially-conscious ones that attract me and the folks with a vested interest, but are well worth the time for the curious. Both were full of good information. Both were short, which made time for long Q&As with filmmakers and experts.

(Aside: The other day, I saw a preview for a documentary on local people fighting coal mining which prominently featured images of windmills during the "there are alternatives! segment. Yeah, that's not a perfect solution.)

That left me there for The Future, a decision I regretted almost immediately. It was one of the two Chlotrudis presentations that day, and I skipped out on Trigger because, no matter how nice the recently-passed co-star had been to the group in the past, there was no way I was seeing a movie about "two grunge queens reuniting for one last show" if she wasn't my personal friend. Maybe it is as great as people have been saying, but... no. I should have said the same to The Future, which actually is more than a bunch of forced quirk trying to convince the audience of its significance, but that element is so far toward the forefront as to be suffocating.

I didn't realize it until after writing the reviews, but it's actually got a lot in common with Bellflower; both are movies that use fantastical tropes to dramatize the end-of-the-world feeling of a break-up. The thing is, Bellflower actually has characters with actual human emotions and reactions. I hated the people in The Future even when they were doing good things, but hoped for the best for the characters in Bellflower even when they were spiralling out of control. That one offered up cars shooting flames forty feet in the other air and the other offered up deliberately ridiculous dance was just the icing on the cake.

Sadly, I didn't get to see the car that shot the flames - though director Evan Glodell had "Mother Medusa" with him, it was going to take a while for it to warm up enough to shoot fire, and sticking around for the Bellflower Q&A meant getting into Stake Land was actually kind of a close thing - I honestly didn't even go out to the lobby; I just went straight from Theater #3 to #5 and found myself a seat pretty close to the extreme front.

As you can see, being up close didn't help with the photography when Jim Mickle came out to do a Q&A for Stake Land. Unless you've got a real camera with an eye-searing flash, you're just not going to get good pictures in those rooms. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Cast & Crew of "We Still Live Here"
Filmmakers and subjects of We Still Live Here: Âs Nutayuneân. The little girl is Jesse Littledoe Baird's daughter, being raised bilingual as the first native speaker of Wampanoag in over a century.

"Windfall" Q&A
Filmmakers and experts for Windfall. An interesting movie and a spirited Q&A. I always find it amusing that activists in the audience always ask the filmmakers if they plan to make a sequel about this thing that got shorts shrift in the documentary; I strongly suspect that most documentarians would rather focus on anything else next after spending 5+ years immersed in one subject.

"Stake Land"'s Jim Mickle
Mickle's a nice guy, staying to answer questions until around 2am and talking about making the movie (it's good to find a guy with a train!). Stake Land opens at the Brattle on June 17th and hits video about a month later.

Shorts 3: Narratives

Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #2 (IFFBoston 2011)

This is a pretty solid selection of short films, with no particular theme to them beyond maybe something about victimization. And improper urination, although that only lasted through the first three or so. Still, once you get to that third, you do start to wonder if the festival programmers are having a bit of a laugh at this. Anyway, I thought the group peaked with the first movie, although it was other things that won the awards.

"Deeper Than Yesterday" - This one was my favorite, putting us inside a Russian submarine that has clearly been out to sea longer than is particularly healthy for its crew's sanity. Director NAME gives us a strong feeling of walls closing in, with even the main character who tends to break fights up starting to lose it, before something strange happens. At that point, we're in the characters' heads enough that it's not hard to start thinking that there wouldn't be much actual harm in exploiting the situation. It's a nifty, well-polished story that avoids melodrama despite its somewhat bizarre plot device.

"Boy" - A fairly simple rite-of-passage story, as a young boy spending the day with his farmer dad spends a lot of time practicing shooting but finds the real thing to be a bit different. Nice-looking and straightforward.

"Baby" - A woman intervenes in a mugging, only to have the perpetrator start following her onto the bus. It's not a bad little story about intimidation, shifts in the balance of power, and how the application of the ability to do harm to others must be managed extremely carefully. My biggest complaint here is less about the film than the "short package" format; the last twist in this one deserves a little bit of time to sink in, which a quick jump to the next short doesn't get you.

"The Strange Ones" - That next one is a prize-winner, and another one that trades on an ambiguous ending that merits some mulling time. In it, a young man and a boy run out of gas and start walking, stopping at an isolated motel. The young woman watching the place tries to help, but something the angry kid says makes her very unsure what to do next. It's pretty good for a movie that builds not to a climax but a question mark.

"Fracture" - Believe it or not, this French short was close to the only thing at the festival that I saw on film. In it, a man on vacation with his wife and daughter starts to feel his irritation at the life he finds himself in grow. It's a slow build, believably portrayed, which does a surprisingly good job at keeping the ending from feeling like it comes out of nowhere.

We Still Live Here: Âs Nutayuneân

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

A few years ago, one of the documentaries that played IFFBoston (on, I believe, the same screen at roughly the same time) was a film by the name of The Linguists, about linguists seeking out dying languages before they disappeared forever. This time around, we look at whether these languages must necessarily remain dead, or whether they can be revived.

The language in question is Wampanoag (wom-pah-nog), spoken by the peoples of the same name in what is now Massachusetts. The last native speaker died over a hundred years ago, but one night Jesse Littledoe Baird, a Mashpee Wampanoag, has a dream about her people returning, and she is later inspired to study and learn more about the language. She is soon studying linguistics at MIT, alongside Ken Hale, a much-respected linguist whom she had previously snapped at when he came to the island to offer his assistance. They wind up developing mutual respect and friendship, though, and find that Jesse's quest is far from a lost cause, as there are written records and similar languages to draw from.

Comparative linguistics is probably not the sexiest of the soft sciences; it relies on minutia and specialized notation, and unlike the subjects of The Linguists, Baird isn't goiing to far-flung locations. Filmmaker Anne Makepeace assists Baird and linguist Norrin Richards in explaining the theory and the practice of reconstructing a language (Hale, sadly, passed away before filming), and they prove to be fine teachers. We see some of the more academic, theoretical work, but also get clear explanations of how Biard would use what data is available to piece together what the Wampanoag word for something would be.

Full review at EFC.

Windfall

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

Windfall was not quite the movie I expected to see. The usual narrative about wind power here in Eastern Massachusetts involves liberals who support green energy until it threatens to become a part of their expensive sea views, and though the movie seems to start from this perspective, it soon shows that wind turbines are becoming big business, with all the unsavoriness that can entail.

The film focuses on the town of Meredith, New York. It's a scenic place, although like many farming communities, it has seen more prosperous days. It does, however, feature strong and regular wind. An Irish power company, Airtricity, expresses interest in building some turbines there. One of the first people they make an offer to is Frank Bachler, a beef farmer who also serves as town supervisor, and who at least initially doesn't think it's a big deal until he mentions it to neighbor Ken Jaffee over coffee. Jaffe, a retired physician, isn't nearly so sanguine about this, and soon there are meetings being held, and an angry debate pitting neighbors against each other.

Certainly, a lot of what we see initially comes down to "Not In My Back Yard", but it soon becomes clear that NIMBYism isn't all that's at work. As townspeople and director Laura Israel dig deeper, they discover a number of concerns, both about the effect having these turbines in a community may have on the residents' quality of life and the entangled politics and business of building them. It turns out that there are many reasons to be skeptical about whether the benefits of wind farms outweigh their negative impact in many situations, and that's before getting to what appears to be an inherently corrupt system of private companies making generous offers to town leadership so that they will hopefully grease the way through the system.

Full review at EFC.

The Future

* ½ (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 at the Brattle Theatre (IFFBoston 2011)

The Future is kind of amazing, in its annoying little way. It finds the shortest possible path from its characters doing something nice to them being ridiculous and insufferable, and then spends the next hour or so finding ways to make them more aggravating. What's worse, filmmaker Miranda July can't just make a movie about unpleasant people; she has to try and be clever.

Sophie (July) and Jason (Hamish Linklater) have just rescued a stray cat, whom they name "Paw-Paw" and who serves as our narrator. One of the cat's legs is broken, so it will have to stay at the animal shelter for a month. Upon getting home, they realize that this means they're settling down, which scares them, so they decide to quit their jobs (which they don't much like anyway) and spend the next thirty days doing something fulfilling. For Jason, this means going door to door selling trees for an environmental initiative; for Sophie, posting a new dance clip on YouTube every day. They get distracted, though - Jason by a nice but lonely old man who sells him a hairdryer on craigslist (Joe Putterlik) and Sophie by Marshall (David Warshofsky), who is on the other end of a phone number she stumbles upon.

I'm sure many couples have the idiotic conversation that sets this movie into action at some point or another, but even the ones without the self-awareness to realize how spoiled they sound will recognize that their grand plan doesn't actually make any sense. Not Sophie and Jason, though - they go an do things like canceling their internet access for no reason other than forcing an issue in their movie's contrived plot (Sophie needs to feel properly isolated and lonely as she does her ridiculous dance thing). Even if you grade on a curve for the movie being full of off-beat, exaggerated characters, nothing that these people do has a good reason behind it.

Full review at EFC.

Bellflower

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #3 (IFFBoston 2011)

The end of a relationship can certainly seem like the end of the world, and while Bellflower is not explicitly post-apocalyptic, it takes a number of its cues from that direction. It's not the first love story to do so, but it does an impressive job of hammering its particular point home: It may be easier to deal with the whole world falling apart than the end of things with that one other person.

Woodrow (Evan Glodell) and Milly (Jessie Wiseman) don't really meet cute, unless you count competing against each other in an insect-eating contest at the Mad Dog bar cute. They hit it off, though, and after a first date that involves driving from California to Texas for the worst diner food Woodrow has ever seen - which best friends Aiden (Tyler Dawson) and Courtney (Rebekah Brandes) don't find hugely out of character, although it seems to annoy Milly's roommate Mike (Vincent Grashaw) - things seem to be going pretty well. The thing is, when the people in a relationship either build flamethrowers in their copious spare time or have a long history of self-destructive behavior, two thing can happen: Either they'll be a perfect match, or the end and fallout will be ugly. Maybe too ugly to make things right.

Bellflower makes a series of big-time right turns in the middle, and while they don't completely come out of nowhere, their suddenness is as much a punch in the gut as it is fitting. The first half of the movie is a wild love story, full of impulses and grand gestures, but genuine enough to get the audience genuinely invested in Woodrow and Milly. Glodell and Wiseman have quick and excellent chemistry, and the characters complement each other well; even the audience that isn't big on matching tattoos, modifying a car to dispense whiskey from its dashboard, or looking for trouble can appreciate the happy effect these two have on each other.

Full review at EFC.

Stake Land

* * * (out of four)
Seen 30 April 2011 in Somerville Theatre #5 (IFFBoston 2011)

Jim Mickle's first feature (also with co-writer/star Nick Damici), Mulberry Street, was as low-budget and do-it-yourself as you're going to see, and pretty impressive even when not grading on that sort of curve. Stake Land doesn't quite represent a move up to the big leagues for Mickle, but offers a pretty strong case that he deserves to be there sooner rather than later.

There's a zombie/vampire virus going around, spreading fast and far enough that American society has more or less collapsed. On a micro level, that means Martin (Connor Paolo) watching his family get wiped out, surviving mainly because of the timely appearance of "Mister" (Nick Damici), who is just a vampire-slaying machine. He takes Martin along with him, training him to fight the infected. They're on the road to New Eden, up in Canada, but vampires aren't the only monsters they'll have to face along the way: Jebedia Loven (Michael Cerveris) is a doomsday preacher reveling in doomsday actually coming. Mister's and Martin's path will take them through Loven's territory, picking up new companions along the way - a pregnant girl (Danielle Harris), a good-hearted nun (Kelly McGillis), and a disgruntled veteran (Sean Nelson).

Just as Mulberry Street was basically a zombie siege movie with some interesting details, Stake Land is a post-apocalyptic road movie that's a little bit more clever than the vast majority with the same template. At some points, a lot more clever - like an actual virus, the vampire plague mutates and has different symptoms, and rest assured, when the narration mentions people loading vampires onto helicopters and then dropping them on enemies like bombs, you will get to see it and it is pretty darn cool. Mickle and Damici have a nice handle on using the structure of the road and horror movies to switch between focusing on Martin and Mister alone as well as add other perspectives on the world they now live in; they also do an unusually good job of working characters back in when they might usually be left behind.

Full review at EFC.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up 02: Mutant Girls Squad, A Frozen Flower, I Spit on Your Grave, At World's End, The Revenant

Fantasia 2010 Catch-up 02: Mutant Girls Squad, A Frozen Flower, I Spit on Your Grave (2010), At World's End, The Revenant

A month after Fantasia ends, and I'm still trying to catch up writing the reviews of films I saw there. Makes you jealous, doesn't it? If so, you can at least have a mini-Fantasia experience this weekend with three films from this year's festival opening at least semi-wide: Centurion, Mesrine: Killer Instinct, and The Last Exorcism. The last is the only truly wide release, but the first two are likely showing up if you're in a fair-sized city.

Here are some exciting "filmmakers waiting to take questions pictures:

From the I Spit on Your Grave '10 screening, left to right: Programmer Mitch Davis, director Steven R. Monroe, Star Sarah Butler, original version writer/director Meir Zarachi, producer Lisa Hansen
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From the At World's End screening, a couple with Mitch Davis and director Tomas Villum Jensen (very funny guy):
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From the screening of The Revenant, writer/director Kerry Prior:
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Anyway, here are the reviews of Fantasia films that I've posted to eFilmCritic in the past week or so; you can see them as they go up by either following their RSS feed, their Twitter feed, or my own tweets.

Sentô shôjo: Chi no tekkamen densetsu (Mutant Girls Squad)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 10 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

Even more than most over-the-top Japanese movies of its ilk, Mutant Girls Squad exists in large part due to alcohol and the west: While of the time, one just suspects that the filmmakers had to be plastered to come up with this stuff and that the end result actually sells more to Americans looking crazy Asian imports than in its native land, that's pretty much the actual genesis for this project: The directors and producer went out drinking when they visited the New York Asian Film Festival as guests, and decided that they should do a movie together for the next festival. The funny thing is, it's allowed them to play to their strengths and make what is in fact a pretty good movie, as gory action-comedies go.

We start with Rin (Yumi Sugimoto), a pretty schoolgirl who, as her 16th birthday is approaching, starts to feel a pain in her arm. What she doesn't realize is that she, like her father (Kanji Tsuda), is a mutant, with her particular power a hand that becomes a razor-sharp claw. She has trouble controlling it at first, which leads to an incident or two and the government's anti-mutant squad hunting her down. But, there's an underground society of mutants, led by Kisaragi (Tak Sakaguchi). They take her in, have Rei (Yuko Takayama) teach her to control her power, and have "cosplay nurse" Yoshie (Suzuka Morita) look after her until she's ready to take part in the glorious war against the human race. The thing is, Rin kind of likes humans.

Directors Tak Sakaguchi, Noboru Iguchi, and Yoshihiro Nishimura each tackle a third of the movie, in that order, but each has his fingerprints on his colleagues' segments: Sakaguchi handles the action choroegraphy for the whole film, Nishimura covers all of the prosthetics and gore effects, while Iguchi is the credited writer. If you want to make the observation Iguchi seem to get off rather lightly, I won't necessarily disagree. I will say that he and co-writer Jun Tsugita turn in a screenplay that is surprisingly coherent and makes the three main mutant girls sympathetic and motivated without it feeling too ham-fisted. It's not something that transcends its genre and the section that Iguchi directs is, like a lot of his work, unusually obsessed with pretty young girls with mechanical parts, but it gets the job done.

That job is primarily to give the directors insane things to shoot, and, wow, is the film chock-full of them. Nishimura concocts strange and impractal but also pretty cool armor for the government, absolutely bizarre mutations for the (mostly) girls, and when it comes time for the characters to throw down, does a good job of making sure that there are plenty of severed limbs, fake blood, and other mayhem to gross us out. Sakaguchi makes the fights fun to watch, fast paced and not overwhelmed with CGI. He's pretty good at handling the strangeness that his compatriots throw at him, figuring out how to make the mutations work as opposed to finding them something to just shove aside. That's good, because with this trio in charge, the movie is inevitably going to have action scenes where schoolgirls sprout tentacles for arms, swords out of their breasts, and chainsaw blades from their butts.

It's where these guys' movies intersect, and as a result, the movie doesn't actually feel disjointed or gimmicky. The directors have worked together before, and it's clear that they all love this sort of material; though the movie is funny and over the top, it's honest camp, filmmakers making the best splatstick movie they can without mocking the genre. The cast buys into it, for the most part, playing big but mostly stopping short of mugging for the camera. Yumi Sugimoto is a likable lead and a capable enough performer in the action sequences. Suzuka Morita and Yuko Takayama do well enough as her good and bad angels, and Sakaguchi is amusingly nuts as the transvestite mutant villain.

Mutant Girls Squad is exactly the movie you'd expect three "extreme cinema" guys from Japan to make after seeing Americans eat the likes of Tokyo Gore Police, Be a Man! Samurai School, and Vampire Girl Versus Frankenstein Girl up. The good news is, it comes together much better than patchwork movies usually do, with all three filmmakers able to do do what they do best.

Full review at EFC.

Ssang-hwa-jeom (A Frozen Flower)

* * * ½ (out of four)
Seen 11 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

How things change; before The King and the Clown, which was very careful about what it showed of its title characters' relationship, I don't think you ever saw gay characters in Korean cinema, and Park Chan-wook's Thirst wound up with relative unknown Kim Ok-bin landing the female lead because more established actresses wouldn't get near the nudity and sex the part demanded. Just a couple years later, both of those seem to be relative non-issues for A Frozen Flower, which puts a Goryeo king and one of his guards in the same bed with no doubt what's going on, and has a few eyebrow-raising scenes involving the queen, as well.

Toward the end of the Goryeo era, the King (Ju Jin-mo) creates the Kunryongwe, a group who enter the palace's service as children, with the palace as their home and family, and one boy, Hong-lim, catches the King's attention with his dedication and skill. Ten or fifteen years later, the adult Hong-lim (Jo In-seong) is now the captain of the guards as well as the King's lover. This presents a problem, politically; though the King is Korean, he must defer to the Yuan emperor, and has married a Yuan princess as part of that alliance. But since women do nothing for the King, not even his beautiful and loyal Queen (Song Ji-hyo), he has no heir, and is thus vulnerable. So, the Queen must conceive, and Hong-rim is the only man the King will trust with the job. But once you put two people in the same bed, things are bound to get complicated.

A Frozen Flower does a remarkably good job of balancing its erotic thriller and palace intrigue sides; even though those have always been two sides of the same coin. Writer/director Yu Ha does a good job of showing us the situation in the kingdom so that we may admire the King's strength as a leader even as we mayt start to harbor doubts about how he handles his personal life. At the same time, he makes sure that the King, Queen, and Hong-lim are interesting individuals so that the needs of the kingdom don't overwhelm what affection we develop for the characters. The triangle he sets up is interesting, not just for the homosexual nature of one of its legs, but for how we perhaps don't initially realize quite how unevenly the power is distributed in practice as well as in theory, so that by the end we have to wonder whether it was that way from the start - although Yu manages to make it much more ambiguous than he otherwise might have. He's also good at cranking up the heat in both senses of the term - the tension is thick as relationships disintegrate into mistrust and plotters tighten their nooses, and the sex scenes are equally exciting, not just for being titillating (if a studio released it in the U.S., it would be a very hard R), but for being in turns blissful, awkward, and passionate enough to leave an impression for when we see the characters later.

The cast is top-notch. Jo In-seong starts Hong-lim off as charming but a little insubstantial, gradually building him until his passion is what drives the movie. He is able to work well with both his other leading man and his leading lady, enough that the audience can not reduce the film's conflicts to just his sexual orientation. Ju Jin-mo is charismatic as the King, a strong and forceful personality able to make the audience keenly aware of his position without coming off as pompous or likely to be underestimated. And Song Ji-hyo is quite good as the Queen, both regal and able to convince the audience of her loneliness and humanity.

It's a pretty good movie, sexy and suspenseful, beautifully realized. My only real issue with it was that it may have been a little too funny at times: The scenes where Hong-lim is trying to impregnate the Queen while the King is in the next room, with literally paper-thin walls between them, got a lot of laughs, and I'm not quite sure how appropriate a response that was. It could have been played as uncomfortable-tense, as opposed to uncomfortable-funny. Similarly, the last scene is broadly sentimental in a way that the rest of the film pointedly is not, and although it's grown on me a bit, it's a bit much in the moment.

One thing that I would like to praise that may get overlooked amidst the sex and the intrigue is how great the action in this movie is. There are only two or three big action moments, but they are explosive - the first from how unexpected it is, and the one at the end for the sheer fury demonstrated, and how each swing of the sword and bit of destruction seems to have meaning. This is not just a person angry and looking for revenge, but an attempt to tear down everything that had once meant something, as much a bitter recrimination as a rousing finale.

It's an exclamation point on the story, and a fitting one. A Frozen Flower could have been just a costume drama where the costumes frequently come off, but instead plays as both an intriguing thriller and a surprisingly strong romance.

Full review at EFC.

I Spit on Your Grave

* * * (out of four)
Seen 11 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

I can't comment on the original version of this movie (which was properly titled Day of the Woman), as I haven't seen it; if this new version is toned down, as many horror remakes tend to be, I think I would rather not. This one is rough and brutal, to the point where Anchor Bay feels that it can't be cut down to an R rating for its planned October theatrical release, and they're probably right about that. The filmmakers are right not to pull their punches, although this version may not be quite so bitter a pill as they'd hoped and planned.

Jennifer (Sarah Butler), a young writer, has rented a small cabin on a lake in Louisiana, where she hopes to work on a novel in peace. Anything resembling that peace will be shattered after a few nights, when some of the local boys - Johnny (Jeff Branson) from the gas station, his buddy Andy (Rodney Eastman), camcorder-toting Stanley (Daniel Franzese), and slow handyman Matthew (Chad Lindberg) - fueled by liquor and perceived slights, knock down her door and attack her. She runs, finding the Sheriff (Andrew Howard) hunting in the woods, only to have him join in. They chase her into the woods; cornered, she drops from a bridge into a river. The rapists figure their tracks should now be easy to cover, especially once they find the body. But...

About half of the movie is quite excellenly made, if unpleasant. It takes some time to set the stage; director Steven R. Monroe at times risks boring the audience with details of ordinary life whose secondary purposes are a little too clear (Jennifer's workout clothes which shouldn't be seen as a provocation; the abandoned shed, etc.). It's supposed to numb the audience, though, so that when Johnny and company arrive at Jennifer's cabin, the audience is that much more ready to be jolted. And the rape scene is absolutely horrific; even though most of the audience is probably well aware of what they bought a ticket for, they're really not. It's violent and frightening and just will not cut away until the audience really understands that the oft-repeated axiom that rape is not about sex but power is dead on.

The cast acts the hell out of it, although the most impressive scene here may not be the crime itself, but the one leading up to it. Jeff Branson in particular does a great job of moving his character from kind of unpleasant to monstrous without a seam; even though there is a clear inciting point, it's a smooth transition. The same goes for the rest of the group; they make the attack feel like a feeding frenzy, their characters unable to resist the smell of blood in the water, but not because a switch has been flipped or a veil cast aside; these men have pushed each other past the level of what society allows as we watched. It contrasts very well with what Sarah Butler does, going from certain and falsely confident to helpless.

And then we come to the movie's second half, where it sometimes feels like Monroe and screenwriter Stuart Morse are trying to play both sides of the street. It's structured in a way that feels familiar, with gory and fitting punishments being doled out, but with the rush of satisfaction we usually get from a revenge thriller drained out of them. Which, I believe, is part of the point - Monroe and writer Stuart Morse are looking to deconstruct and deglamorize both rape and revenge fantasies. It's a fine line to walk, and I don't know if they always manage it - some bits are so elaborate and cartoonishly suited to their targets as to run counter to the brutal realism, and we don't quite get into Jennifer's head enough to see why she would take this route. And that's really too bad, because the best moments in this section - the ones where there is not just real suspense but where Butler potentially has a chance to do something special - are the ones where we're directly confronting the question of just how far gone and messed up she is. Those moments should be what everything else is leading to, but instead, the film cuts to another gruesome horror set-up.

And those set-ups often work; many will watch them and feel that Monroe has taken scenes that might play for cheers and even laughs in other movies and made them uncomfortable again. It won't work that way for everybody; some will find no difference between this I Spit on Your Grave and the exploitation films it means to invert. A little more emphasis on what's going through the character's head as opposed to just what she's doing could have made a world of difference.

Full review at EFC.

Ved Verdens Ende (At World's End)

* * * (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

It's a little bit amazing, when you come to think of it, how quirky action/adventure films made outside the Hollywood system can be. Maybe it's just because I am used to the conservative thinking that is typical here in America, but I tend to think these unusually expensive pictures with many different groups involved in financing and production would play it safe. And maybe that's usually the case, and those films just don't get exported. Still, I have a bit of trouble imagining At World's End coming from a Hollywood studio; as much as it's a big, exciting adventure with the expected dash of romance, it's also more than a little eccentric.

For instance, Adrian Gabrielsen (Nikolaj Lie Kaas) isn't the typical action hero; he's a psychologist working for the Danish government. He lives in the shadow of his well-respected father (Ulf Pilgaard) and cancer-stricken mother (Birthe Neumann), and has just been given a truly bizarre assignment: Fly to Jakarta and evaluate Severin Geertsen (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) to determine if he is competent to stand trial for killing the crew of a British nature program in the movie's opening. At first glance, there seems to be no doubt that Geertsen is a loon; he claims to be 129 years old, well-preserved by eating the petals of an unusual plant he calls "Hedwig". The thing is, someone seems to believe him, which leads to Adrian being arrested for murder himself, escaping from jail with Geertsen, and the pair fleeing across the island with Adrian's secretary Beate (Brigitte Hjort Sørensen), trying to get to where Geertsen has hidden Hedwig and escape to Sri Lanka.

Even if At World's End had a more conventional action-comedy story, it would still have an unusual cast. Aside form Adrian's less-than-glamorous job, he's fussy and rather lacking in conventional charm. He's more than just a bit of a nerd or a nebbish; the thoroughly unconvincing way that he claims to have quit smoking goes beyond embarrassing to downright pathetic. It's impressive how likable Kaas makes this wimpy character, in large part by making him hilarious as a victim of circumstance who captures just how most of us would probably react in these sorts of unlikely situations. Meanwhile, even if Geertsen turns out not to be delusional, he's still kind of nuts. Coster-Waldau plays him as brave, charismatic, and assured, but also kind of psychotic from being out of touch with human society for a while. There's a hilarious bit at the end of an action scene where Adrian asks Severin why he did something terribly violent; Geertsen pauses, says he doesn't know, and then enthusiastically claps his new friend on the back like everything's okay. The pair make for a very amusing role-reversal, with the handsome Coster-Waldau in the supporting role and Kaas's sidekick-looking guy the star.

The real standout, though, may just be Brigitte Hjort Sørensen as Beate, the secretary who comes across as an unusually capable and charming ditz. She tromps through the jungle in a ridiculous dress, says overly-truthful and shallow things, but is also pointedly not stupid; she not only supplies Adrian with common sense, but often takes the initiative in getting them out of a sticky situation. Sørensen gives an immensely winning performance, letting us see that Beate has a bit of a crush on Adrian without having her make eyes or get flustered or give any of the other standard, obvious signals. She's gifted with great comic timing, and does is just generally fun to watch.

Anders Thomas Jensen's script is as funny as the cast. The movie opens with a sharp bit of black comedy, skewering nature shows by showing us both how we suspect they are behind the scenes and how we'd like some to end, and continues to up jokes both light and dark even as the adventure story picks up speed. He does a good job of supplying director Tomas Villum Jensen with enough comedy and action beats that those coming for either will feel satisfied. He also does well in not allowing the fantastical elements to take complete control of the movie without making them seem commonplace.

Director Tomas Villum Jensen (no relation to the writer, although they and Nikolaj Lie Kaas have frequently worked together in various capacities) takes all that and makes a handsome, exciting movie. Though not often afforded the chance to shoot big adventure movies in Denmark as either and actor or director, Jensen is up to the challenge of shooting an action-comedy on three continents (Australia frequently doubles for the Indonesian jungle), doing action well but keeping the movie a satiric comedy first and foremost, while also taking time to occasionally stop and just let the audience (and characters) enjoy the view. The only place where the Jensens ever really stumble is in the end, when they try to add a certain amount of pathos to the mix; it's a bit of a drag on a movie that had been pretty bouncy, even if occasionally dark.

Lots of adventures try to get serious in the end, though, and few of them can boast that they've done as well as a comedy, romance, and thrill ride beforehand. At World's End is decidedly offbeat, but also successfully so, a fun adventure all the better for its frequent odd choices.

Full review at EFC.

The Revenant)

* * ¾ (out of four)
Seen 12 July 2010 in Theatre Hall (Fantasia 2010)

The Revenant is nearly two hours, long for a splatter-comedy, and if I could come up with a good suggestion for trimming it, I would probably offer it. The trouble is, the scenes which could probably survive a little tightening-up - the ones that are mostly David Anders and Chris Wylde talking - actually have a really nice rhythm to them. If the movie was mostly that, it would be a real low-budget delight.

Good news: Bart (David Anders) is finally home from Iraq. Bad news: He returned to Los Angeles in a pine box. Good news: He's able to climb out of his coffin and meet up with his best buddy Joey (Chris Wylde). Bad news: He's got no appetite for anything but human blood. Good news: There are a bunch of creeps in the bad parts of town that are probably most useful as revenant food. Bad news: The LAPD doesn't take kindly to vigilantes. And Bart hasn't told his girlfriend Janet (Louise Griffiths) that he's sort of alive, even though her friend Mathilda (Jacy King) is noticing something is amiss. That's small stuff, though; other than that, it's all upside.

When the movie focuses on Bart and Joey just hanging out, trying to make sense of Bart's undead state, it's a lot of fun. Anders and Wylde have great chemistry together, and they make Bart and Joey the sort of slackers that we can absolutely buy as being surprised by what's going on but also just sort of rolling with it. They play off of each other very well, working their banter around physical and gross-out comedy without skipping a beat. And as much as we meet them as goofy comedic types, the actors make their characters real and three-dimensional enough that we buy into what's going on as the situation becomes more serious in the second half of the movie.

Despite the good work by the cast, The Revenant does at times seem to lose its way as it goes on. Writer/director Kerry Prior seems to have had a bunch of ideas for what he could do with a sort-of-vampire popping up in modern-day L.A., and was determined to use them all, whether or not they drew the film out too long, gave it an uneven tone, or ultimately just didn't make sense. It doesn't quite feel like flailing around, but the movie does become something of an aggregation of little bits that worked individually, and fit together from piece to piece, eventually wandering far from its main strengths. It also loses something as the number of characters contracts, and the violence becomes out-of-character slapstick even while the characters' issues become more serious.

For a horror comedy with a minuscule budget, it is put together very well. Prior sets himself a bit of a challenge in that the vast majority of the film has to take place at night - revenants aren't quite vampires who burst into flames when the sun comes up, but they do lose their animating spark, whether they're in a building or outside - and while the footage is somewhat grainy, the audience always has a good idea of what's going on, and when the action goes from small but gory effects to a larger chase and standoff, Prior handles the change in scale well.

While the movie has been playing festivals for the better part of the year and seemed pretty locked, Prior made the occasional comment in his Q&A about how certain cut scenes may wind up back in at some point. Certain bits could be elaborated on, but I'm not sure making this movie longer would do the pacing and occasional disjointed feeling any favors, even though most of the movie is pretty good.

Full review at EFC.