2020, Danis Tanovic (No Man's Land) -- download
Flick flick flick. I am regularly in the mood for Generic Crime Fiction, like a long-running TV police procedural, or a low-key British crime drama, or a movie about investigating a strange serial killer. Of late, the lighter fare has been supplanted by dark, moodier pieces such as David Tennant's Broadchurch (and its American counterpart Gracepoint which also starred Tennant and was released around the same time) but I find the unrelenting darkness to those, to be too much when flick flick flicking. Luckily, we have the endless re-runs on ION TV (do cable people get these ION channels? We have OTA so we have a couple of them) but sometimes I find myself trolling the Trailer sections of a couple of sites, to see if anything new-ish movie-ish has come out. Thus this flick (different context) starring fav Jeffrey Dean Morgan based on a novel by James Patterson and Swedish crime writer Liza Marklund.
Have you ever read my posts (i already know the answer) and wondered, "What's with the personal anecdotes, just get to the movie review; this ain't a fricking online recipe!"
Morgan plays Kanon, an American detective who comes to the UK to deal with the unusual murder of his daughter and her husband. The bodies were artfully posed, and a postcard sent to a local journalist, poetic notes implying... something. This is pre-Brexit UK, so it lends itself to quickly crossing borders as the serial murders escalate in other countries. Kanon doesn't care that he doesn't have jurisdiction, he's a NYC cop by God, so he insinuates himself into the investigation, because, of course he does.
Despite the charm of Morgan (yes, I am a fan), the movie never rises from C-grade entertainment. The killers are only mildly interesting and the plotting never really rises above that of the worst episodes of Criminal Minds. His European co-stars, including the reporter who tags along once the Chase the Killers starts, are barely more than sounding boards for Kanon, and fluctuate between interfering with his American bull in china shop approach to policing, and sympathizing with the grieving father. I sensed this was a longshot attempt at creating another The Girl with... franchise, but the lazy production of this movie killed that idea.
Friday, July 31, 2020
Sunday, July 26, 2020
3 & 3ish Short Paragraphs: It(s)
It, 2017, Andy Muschietti (Mama) -- download
It Chapter Two, 2019, Andy Muschietti (Mamá) -- download
The more I write this blog, the more I wonder why I keep on writing this blog, and yet conversely, I also wonder why I didn't write about this, that, or the other thing. I get that I didn't write about It the year it came out, as it would have been past October when it was available for piracy (it was a September theatre release) and I would have been drained of all horror. So, that means I saw it in 2018, during That Dark Period. But again, I may know why I didn't write about it, but it doesn't stop me from lamenting that I did not capture my experience. After all, I did write about Mama. And in the end, is the writing of this blog going to end up a nostalgic endeavour where I look back on some sort of futuristic archive and wonder what I was up to in the second era of blogging? So much meta, mama.
I loved Stephen King when I was a kid and quickly absorbed everything he wrote. That was when I could actually read at a decent pace as he was the man of Big Fat Books. But he was such a situational writer, so steeped in the era the book was written, I wonder whether I could successfully finish one of his old books now. Add to that the current emergence of awareness of exactly what is going on in the world and where King fits into all of that (i.e. you said what about an adolescent girl?!?!?) I am not sure if I can be as much a King fan as I was. But, I still love the concept of It. And I will always be quoting, "We all float down here...", and getting chills.
Pennywise the Clown, a thing of nightmares even before you add the rows of shark teeth. Really, these movies are about him. If you don't get him right, you don't get the tone. I never really liked Tim Curry's version in the 90s TV mini-series. I found it too hammy, too over the top, with very little otherworldly horror. But here, Bill Skarsgård plays the creature as both monster and child predator, for that is what it ultimately is, hints of seduction mixed into the sly deceptions. Does that make you uncomfortable? It's supposed to. Given that the first movie, the one that really worked well for me, was about the misfit kids stepping up to deal with a monster, was all about their loss of innocence we are supposed to feel icky in how Pennywise reaches out to them.
We rewatched It in order to follow-up with the sequel, as part of the failed attempt to do a mini-binge of horror movies, in reflection to the pandemic. That now, only a month or so later, they do not stick with me says much about both of the movies. They are capable enough, but the scares are primarily jump scares with a bit of body-horror CGI tossed in for good measure. Once these transported out of time kids (does it ever feel like the 80s in the movie?) age into more familiar faces (Jessica Chastain, James McAvoy, Bill Hader) even more memorable story telling is drained out. Much of the horror is lifted from the movie, supplanted like foggy memories of childhood, with monster hunting & weak-willed adultisms. The movie just seemed like an exercise in Just Getting It Done (much like many of my posts *cough*) instead of a work of passion. If anything sticks, it was Hader as the comedian tainted with great sadness and regret, so much that I am not sure I will be able to see Hader play anything without thinking he is Richie Tozier behind it all.
It Chapter Two, 2019, Andy Muschietti (Mamá) -- download
The more I write this blog, the more I wonder why I keep on writing this blog, and yet conversely, I also wonder why I didn't write about this, that, or the other thing. I get that I didn't write about It the year it came out, as it would have been past October when it was available for piracy (it was a September theatre release) and I would have been drained of all horror. So, that means I saw it in 2018, during That Dark Period. But again, I may know why I didn't write about it, but it doesn't stop me from lamenting that I did not capture my experience. After all, I did write about Mama. And in the end, is the writing of this blog going to end up a nostalgic endeavour where I look back on some sort of futuristic archive and wonder what I was up to in the second era of blogging? So much meta, mama.
I loved Stephen King when I was a kid and quickly absorbed everything he wrote. That was when I could actually read at a decent pace as he was the man of Big Fat Books. But he was such a situational writer, so steeped in the era the book was written, I wonder whether I could successfully finish one of his old books now. Add to that the current emergence of awareness of exactly what is going on in the world and where King fits into all of that (i.e. you said what about an adolescent girl?!?!?) I am not sure if I can be as much a King fan as I was. But, I still love the concept of It. And I will always be quoting, "We all float down here...", and getting chills.
Pennywise the Clown, a thing of nightmares even before you add the rows of shark teeth. Really, these movies are about him. If you don't get him right, you don't get the tone. I never really liked Tim Curry's version in the 90s TV mini-series. I found it too hammy, too over the top, with very little otherworldly horror. But here, Bill Skarsgård plays the creature as both monster and child predator, for that is what it ultimately is, hints of seduction mixed into the sly deceptions. Does that make you uncomfortable? It's supposed to. Given that the first movie, the one that really worked well for me, was about the misfit kids stepping up to deal with a monster, was all about their loss of innocence we are supposed to feel icky in how Pennywise reaches out to them.
We rewatched It in order to follow-up with the sequel, as part of the failed attempt to do a mini-binge of horror movies, in reflection to the pandemic. That now, only a month or so later, they do not stick with me says much about both of the movies. They are capable enough, but the scares are primarily jump scares with a bit of body-horror CGI tossed in for good measure. Once these transported out of time kids (does it ever feel like the 80s in the movie?) age into more familiar faces (Jessica Chastain, James McAvoy, Bill Hader) even more memorable story telling is drained out. Much of the horror is lifted from the movie, supplanted like foggy memories of childhood, with monster hunting & weak-willed adultisms. The movie just seemed like an exercise in Just Getting It Done (much like many of my posts *cough*) instead of a work of passion. If anything sticks, it was Hader as the comedian tainted with great sadness and regret, so much that I am not sure I will be able to see Hader play anything without thinking he is Richie Tozier behind it all.
3 Short Paragraphs: The Old Guard
2020, Gina Prince-Bythewood (The Secret Life of Bees) -- Netflix
That Prince-Bythewood didn't get her chance to make Silver & Black, her Spider-Man spin-off movie with Black Cat and Silver Sable, is disappointing but I am glad it gave her the chance to redirect her energies into this other comic book concept. Based on a graphic novel from, and adapted by Greg Rucka, she basically shoots the comic shot for shot, with enough expansion to fit the cinematic world.
Andy (Charlize Theron) and her team of gun & blade toting mercenaries have been around for a long long LONG time. They are immortals who have been fighting to make the world a better place, the very youngest of them for only a few hundred years, but for Andromache more than 5000. But is the world getting better? Look outside right now, watch the American news. What do you think? Andy is just as disappointed and disillusioned. She is thinking of hanging up her battle axe, but one more job beckons and why not? Well, because it was a ruse to capture their miraculous resurrections on film, that's why. Andy and her crew are being stalked by Big Pharma, run by a Lex Luthor level CEO who has hopes to exploit whatever keeps these warriors alive. Add to the intrigue, the rising of another immortal (they have dreams about her emergence) and Andy's plan to retire has just become clusterfucked.
There are hints of the world-weariness of being around for hundreds and thousands of years at the heart of this movie, but for the most part it is a bullet heavy actioner. Obviously the setup to a franchise, there is much more to be explored, amusingly enough, by Rucka as well, who worked on the second graphic novel only after signing over the film rights to the first. This is not a Highlander level of mythology to setup, much more down to earth, but with so much potential. It is also well worth noting that this is an action movie centred around women, with Andy and Nile (KiKi Layne, Captive State) playing centre place, and there is not even a hint of them relying upon the benefit of a man to make their places.
That Prince-Bythewood didn't get her chance to make Silver & Black, her Spider-Man spin-off movie with Black Cat and Silver Sable, is disappointing but I am glad it gave her the chance to redirect her energies into this other comic book concept. Based on a graphic novel from, and adapted by Greg Rucka, she basically shoots the comic shot for shot, with enough expansion to fit the cinematic world.
Andy (Charlize Theron) and her team of gun & blade toting mercenaries have been around for a long long LONG time. They are immortals who have been fighting to make the world a better place, the very youngest of them for only a few hundred years, but for Andromache more than 5000. But is the world getting better? Look outside right now, watch the American news. What do you think? Andy is just as disappointed and disillusioned. She is thinking of hanging up her battle axe, but one more job beckons and why not? Well, because it was a ruse to capture their miraculous resurrections on film, that's why. Andy and her crew are being stalked by Big Pharma, run by a Lex Luthor level CEO who has hopes to exploit whatever keeps these warriors alive. Add to the intrigue, the rising of another immortal (they have dreams about her emergence) and Andy's plan to retire has just become clusterfucked.
There are hints of the world-weariness of being around for hundreds and thousands of years at the heart of this movie, but for the most part it is a bullet heavy actioner. Obviously the setup to a franchise, there is much more to be explored, amusingly enough, by Rucka as well, who worked on the second graphic novel only after signing over the film rights to the first. This is not a Highlander level of mythology to setup, much more down to earth, but with so much potential. It is also well worth noting that this is an action movie centred around women, with Andy and Nile (KiKi Layne, Captive State) playing centre place, and there is not even a hint of them relying upon the benefit of a man to make their places.
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
3 Short Paragraphs: Fantasy Island
2020, Jeff Wadlow (Kick-Ass 2) -- download
Just like we have not seen a reboot of Love Boat, I am sure nobody wanted a reboot of the classic 70s/80s starring Ricardo Montalbán. And not just reboot / re-imagining, but a dark & gritty re-imagining. Marmy had the short lived idea to do a mini-binge of horror movies, sort of a Summer October During a Real Horror, but, have I mentioned a lack of attention span during this event? This was one of the few we did watch. P.S. Does anyone remember the even shorter lived previous reboot starring Malcom McDowell? P.S.S. Squirrel !!
As expected, Mr. Roarke (Michael Peña) runs the resort that claims to fulfill the fantasies of its guests, but under the direction that once they start it, they have to finish it. Arriving are Gwen (Maggie Q) seeking to revisit an old love affair, Melanie (Lucy Hale) who wants revenge on a childhood bully, JD and Brax Weaver (Ryan Hansen & Jimmy O Wang), brothers who want an unrepentant debaucherous weekend and finally, Patrick (Austin Stowell) who needs some reconnection with his dead dad. Initially things start off as expected, with the guests marveling at how detailed and real feeling these fantasies are, especially Melanie who gets to literally torture the girl from her past. But that doesn't stop her from pressing a few pain buttons or pulling a few levers, until she begins to realize that the girl strapped the chair is actually her nemesis, and breaks her out. Melanie senses something is very very wrong on Fantasy Island. Yeah, so do we. Cliche horror movie tropes attached to what was mostly a benign series.
Mostly. The original series, when hitting flagging ratings, did try all sorts of supernatural and horror-adjacent plot lines, even hinting loudly that Roarke was not your average human being. This movie sets up a dark centre to the island, one that generates the places & people needed for someone to go through with their fantasy, and seeking to take something in return. But that wasn't enough, for as our characters discover they are being manipulated, they decided another twist was required and derailed all the continuity of the movie. I won't spoil it for you, because you should be as disappointed as I was. Not even Peña, whose acting I always enjoy, could save this movie which was lackluster in so many ways.
Just like we have not seen a reboot of Love Boat, I am sure nobody wanted a reboot of the classic 70s/80s starring Ricardo Montalbán. And not just reboot / re-imagining, but a dark & gritty re-imagining. Marmy had the short lived idea to do a mini-binge of horror movies, sort of a Summer October During a Real Horror, but, have I mentioned a lack of attention span during this event? This was one of the few we did watch. P.S. Does anyone remember the even shorter lived previous reboot starring Malcom McDowell? P.S.S. Squirrel !!
As expected, Mr. Roarke (Michael Peña) runs the resort that claims to fulfill the fantasies of its guests, but under the direction that once they start it, they have to finish it. Arriving are Gwen (Maggie Q) seeking to revisit an old love affair, Melanie (Lucy Hale) who wants revenge on a childhood bully, JD and Brax Weaver (Ryan Hansen & Jimmy O Wang), brothers who want an unrepentant debaucherous weekend and finally, Patrick (Austin Stowell) who needs some reconnection with his dead dad. Initially things start off as expected, with the guests marveling at how detailed and real feeling these fantasies are, especially Melanie who gets to literally torture the girl from her past. But that doesn't stop her from pressing a few pain buttons or pulling a few levers, until she begins to realize that the girl strapped the chair is actually her nemesis, and breaks her out. Melanie senses something is very very wrong on Fantasy Island. Yeah, so do we. Cliche horror movie tropes attached to what was mostly a benign series.
Mostly. The original series, when hitting flagging ratings, did try all sorts of supernatural and horror-adjacent plot lines, even hinting loudly that Roarke was not your average human being. This movie sets up a dark centre to the island, one that generates the places & people needed for someone to go through with their fantasy, and seeking to take something in return. But that wasn't enough, for as our characters discover they are being manipulated, they decided another twist was required and derailed all the continuity of the movie. I won't spoil it for you, because you should be as disappointed as I was. Not even Peña, whose acting I always enjoy, could save this movie which was lackluster in so many ways.
Saturday, July 18, 2020
3 Short Paragraphs: Artemis Fowl
2020, Kenneth Branagh (Mary Shelley's Frankenstein) -- Disney+
Another casualty of The Pause (which has morphed into more of an Alternate Universe Play) was this movie based on a popular series of YA books, which I have not read, but Marmy has advised me was about a super-genius rich kid who plays super-spy cum master-thief who runs afoul (*cough*) of Faerie. It was supposed to have been released (last summer) in the theatres but was halted during the Fox-Disney merger, and then further delayed by all the fun we are currently having. In fact, it has been in one form or another of Production Hell for almost 20 years. But what we ended up getting cannot really be blamed on any of this. What we got was muddled and confused at its best.
Artemis Fowl is the son of Artemis Fowl Sr., a rich philanthropist with a vast fortune. Jr has been raised to believe in Faerie, but doesn't really, and while Sr is on a business trip (that Jr is never allowed to come with) he disappears. Soon after he is accused of being the mastermind behind some the greatest thefts the world has known. They never really say where this evidence comes from, but it leaves Arty Jr disillusioned and angry. He's a snotty angry kid to begin with and is definitely not at all the sympathetic main character. Jr receives a call from a Mysterious Figure who tells Jr he has his father, and wants a particular artifact returned, or else. MacGuffin!!
Then we are introduced to Faerie.
This was hinted at in Thor when Branagh's vast and glorious Asgard was too big a bit to swallow in one movie, but he continues by giving us the vast and intricate culture of Faerie with its multiple races, complicated relationship with the surface (Faerie has been driven underground, literally) and a rather odd militaristic society. The Aculos (the MacGuffin) is something that was stolen by Sr and everybody wants, but of course we don't know why. But Faerie and the Mysterious Figure want it so much so they all come to the surface to take it back from Jr. Spaceships and Faerie Wings and Laser Guns and Time Stops and Marauding Trolls and Not Short Dwarves that Shart dirt and and and.... there is so much in this movie which runs along at a break-neck pace while accomplishing very very little. If I was 14 I would have loved it, filling in all the blanks where I needed to, but 50ish Pause-tainted moi was just ... made tired.
Another casualty of The Pause (which has morphed into more of an Alternate Universe Play) was this movie based on a popular series of YA books, which I have not read, but Marmy has advised me was about a super-genius rich kid who plays super-spy cum master-thief who runs afoul (*cough*) of Faerie. It was supposed to have been released (last summer) in the theatres but was halted during the Fox-Disney merger, and then further delayed by all the fun we are currently having. In fact, it has been in one form or another of Production Hell for almost 20 years. But what we ended up getting cannot really be blamed on any of this. What we got was muddled and confused at its best.
Artemis Fowl is the son of Artemis Fowl Sr., a rich philanthropist with a vast fortune. Jr has been raised to believe in Faerie, but doesn't really, and while Sr is on a business trip (that Jr is never allowed to come with) he disappears. Soon after he is accused of being the mastermind behind some the greatest thefts the world has known. They never really say where this evidence comes from, but it leaves Arty Jr disillusioned and angry. He's a snotty angry kid to begin with and is definitely not at all the sympathetic main character. Jr receives a call from a Mysterious Figure who tells Jr he has his father, and wants a particular artifact returned, or else. MacGuffin!!
Then we are introduced to Faerie.
This was hinted at in Thor when Branagh's vast and glorious Asgard was too big a bit to swallow in one movie, but he continues by giving us the vast and intricate culture of Faerie with its multiple races, complicated relationship with the surface (Faerie has been driven underground, literally) and a rather odd militaristic society. The Aculos (the MacGuffin) is something that was stolen by Sr and everybody wants, but of course we don't know why. But Faerie and the Mysterious Figure want it so much so they all come to the surface to take it back from Jr. Spaceships and Faerie Wings and Laser Guns and Time Stops and Marauding Trolls and Not Short Dwarves that Shart dirt and and and.... there is so much in this movie which runs along at a break-neck pace while accomplishing very very little. If I was 14 I would have loved it, filling in all the blanks where I needed to, but 50ish Pause-tainted moi was just ... made tired.
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Thursday, July 16, 2020
Horror, Not Horror (again) pt. 3: the Benson and Moorhead trifecta
"Horror, Not Horror" are movies that toe the line of being horror
movies but don't quite comfortably fit the mold. I'm not a big horror
fan, but I do quite like these line-skirting type movies, as we'll see.
Resolution - 2012, d. Justin Benson - amazonprime
The Endless - 2017, d. Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead - netflix
Spring - 2014, d. Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead - amazonprime
These films have been in the back of my mind since Toasty wrote about Resolution and The Endless years ago. The problem is their utterly generic titles are so forgettable that I could never remember what they were called. Like Coherence I would see The Endless (and, by proxy, Resolution) crop up on lists of "the best sci-fi films you've never seen" (having usually seen most of them). These became "must watch" features for me, and yet, I think every time I came across The Endless on Netflix or Resolution on Amazon Prime the descriptions sounded so bog standard for a crappy low-budg horror film that they certainly couldn't be those great sci-fi horror movies I had hear about, right?
Armed with some free time, I finally double checked those names and discovered that both films were available on streaming services I had access to (it's pretty much a must watching them together to get the full breadth of the world, though each does stand alone as its own story). Every article I read about these, again like Coherence, refused to give specific details on what made these films so great as horrorish-scifi, admitting that the discovery is worth it.
The set-up of Resolution has Chris, a crack smoking junkie, squatting at an unfinished cabin in a mountainous desert area about 50 miles from the Mexican border (it's never very specific where this is). Along with a map to his coordinates, a video of Chris' crack-addled rambling and gun-shooting makes its way to Michael, his best friend since childhood. Mike's wife is a few months pregnant so he's going to make one last effort to help Chris get clean before he lets him go. Mike shows up, chains Chris to a pipe in the wall and sets into helping Chris through the detox process.
Mike starts exploring the cabin, and then the area, only to find a lot of wierd shit, film reels, cassette tapes, records, photographs, slides, journals written in French, and all sorts of A/V equipment. Weird encounters with people from different areas nearby, and even closer encounters with people at the cabin all threaten to unsettle Mike's mission to help his friend, but he has focus and resolve, these other things are all just a curious distraction. But what's on those tapes, and records, and videos would make anyone's blood turn cold. Not that those are the only unsettling things, these strangers that keep turning up are their own level of creep factor. Everything about this place is unsettling. Chris is too burdened with the DTs to care, and Mike is juggling so much that it's hard for him to directly focus on any one thing other Chris.
It's a wonderfully constructed film, with a very natural rhythm to it. It's score is gentle and doesn't overburden the picture or try to inform how to feel about what the viewer is seeing, it sits back and lets the performances dictate whether the audience is with them or not. The pacing, the unraveling of information, is very well timed, negotiating many different threats helps make the more paranormal aspect of the story less intense, but it is more creepy because we're not focusing on it all the time.
The film does take a sudden turn in the last ten minutes, taking a few leaps in the explanation factor that it doesn't quite earn (we're basically with the characters in the revealing of information all the way through, but suddenly Mike seems a few steps ahead of us), but the film then manages to slow things down during this big intense resolution for perhaps the most affecting conversation between Mike and Christ to this point, and then just as rapidly ratchets things up in a bolt towards the finish. It's really immensely fun, even if it leaves the audience hanging without a real understanding of what happened...but that very same feeling of confusion only invites and entices rewatching.
Or, just jump to The Endless. While not a direct sequel, The Endless shares space with Resolution and, for lack of a better term, crosses-over with it. It's a shared world but in a way that both films miraculously can stand on their own. They're very well thought out this way.
Justin and his younger brother Aaron were found as orphans by Hal and raised amidst a "UFO death cult" as he described it when they escaped 10 years ago. They've been having a difficult time adjusting to the world outside the group, but Justin is just happy to be free of the cult, while Aaron only has positive memories of the compound and loathes the life he feels Justin is forcing him to lead outside of it. A videotape from the group shows up in the mail and Aaron asks if they can go back for a night. Justin reluctantly agrees (against the better judgement of their deprogramming counsellor)
At the compound they are welcomed back in, though Justin keeps his distance from everyone a bit. With a fresh adult perspective, it's not like he remembered, and Aaron seems happy for the first time in years. But he's skeptical of everything, and then he starts seeing and experiencing things he just can't believe. Things he remembered from childhood but passed off as products of the fantastical imagination of youth.
A lot of great dialogue exchanges are made from the dynamics of returning to these people who ostensibly raised Justin and Aaron, and the emotional benefit or toll of being with them again. They feel like family, but as Justin says at one point, "on tombstones it says, like 'beloved brother', or 'beloved mother' and not 'beloved camp member'." At the same time, Justin is looking for answers to what he's feeling and experiencing and these cagey motherfuckers are giving him nothing. So he goes out in search of another familiar face he saw running along the road on their way in, and is horrified by both what he sees and is told.
Just like Resolution which found its main character focused on the betterment of his drug addled best friend (thinking it couldn't get too much worse than that), so too is Justin distracted by his brother's infatuation with the camp, knowing that it's an unhealthy place for him to be, but unable to deny him his happiness.
The journey this film takes is incredible, the giant strides it manages to adeptly take in covering a lot of ground efficiently is utterly impressive. How it continually dovetails back into things hinted at in Resolution do not necessitate watching the earlier film, and vice versa, but certainly improves the experience of both.
I just utterly love these movies. Are they horror? A little bit, yeah. A little bit. It comes in from the edges because it's always there looming. But they're brilliant little puzzles that form their own smaller segments of a larger picture. There's so many threads left for Moorhead and Benson to pull that the next feature in this world (which is in the works) could be almost anything. That old prospector guy in the tent. The French students. The wellness center mentioned in both films but yet to be seen (that's my guess for the next one actually...). Whatever it is, I'm eagerly waiting for it, and I'll be definitely revisiting these. This duo is now on my watchlist for everything they do (a movie called Synchronic starring Anthony Mackie and Jamie Dornan was shown at TIFF in 2019 but has yet to receive larger or digital distribution).
But, there's still a third Moorehead and Benson film out there, also on Amazon Prime (thanks to Toast's Resolution review for the tip), called Spring, a very different film from these other two, but just as creative, and much more visually stunning.
The bulk of the film takes place in a coastal tourist town (in the late winter off-season) in Italy and the directing duo seem to just love the place... it's captured gloriously, almost like actually taking a vacation. The water is a gorgeous blue, everything looks bright and fresh... there's a definite tranquility to it, a pace acknowledged as something much different than California where our lead, Evan, is originally from.
But before we get these gorgeous vistas we spend time with Evan back home, immediaetly following the death of his mom, running into trouble with a potential gang member, and getting fired from his crappy cooking job at a bar. His dad died a few years earlier and they had planned to go to Italy, so it seems apt that that's where Evan winds up. But the film still puts us through a few more paces as he connects with a couple of loud Brits who serve zero purpose to the film or character, or his journey really. Honestly this whole opening 25 minutes could probably have been cut and just stripped down to exposition.
Winding up in this small, scenic, coastal town, Evan immediately takes notice of Louise, a beautiful young woman with an indeterminate accent. They flirt but their connection doesn't take immediately. A chance run-in the next day fares better, and Evan finds work at a farm under the tutelage of an older Italian man (not just tutelage in farming mind you, but life and love as well). The romance between Evan and Louise is immediate (as Toasty noted, there's a real Before Sunrise vibe to how they connect). And that's basically the movie. Beautiful Italian scenery and a legitimately charming and romantic tale. Oh, and she's some kind of monster who can't keep herself fully in check.
Right.
The monster thing. Oh, man, Benson and Moorhead make it work, and make it work so well. The monster thing is so baked into the DNA of the film, it's not really a twist, just more of the discovery these two have in the "getting to know you" process, and perhaps the big hurdle they will need to overcome.
This "creature" that Louise actually is is something wonderfully new, a brand new mythos for the screen that doesn't have nearly enough variety. She's not a zombie, vampire, nor warewolf, not even close. And the exploration of who she is, who she was, and who she becomes is really just more of a continuation of that wonderful romantic "getting-to-know-you" dialogue. That may be a spoiler, but I want you to know what you're in for... an absolutely darling little film that wears its heart on its sleeve. Is it horror? Only in the slightest... there is a threat from Louise, but that's not what this film is about, and it's not what its interested in. Just marvelous, and a great double feature to go with The Shape of Water (also check out the graphic novel Dear Creature).
[Oh, and just to note, this film may actually be in the same universe as Resolution and The Endless as the character of "Shitty Carl", who is mentioned in the former and appears in the latter is referenced here as well in the opening sequence.]
Horror, Not Horror (again), pt. 2: Let's do the time warp again
"Horror, Not Horror" are movies that toe the line of being horror
movies but don't quite comfortably fit the mold. I'm not a big horror
fan, but I do quite like these line-skirting type movies, as we'll see.
Coherence - 2013, d. James Ward Byrkit - amazonprime
Time Trap - 2018, d. Mark Dennis, Ben Foster - netflix
In The Shadow of the Moon - 2020, d. Jim Mickle - netflix
Coherence is one of those whispered-about movies that gets brought up any time there's a conversation about little heard-of, indie sci-fi. I've been hearing the name mentioned for years but people are always hesitant to really tell you what it's about, just to say that the less you know the more you get to experience the way the film unfolds. And this film truly unfolds, unfolds like a map. I mean I thought I caught on to what was happening early on, but even then the film still had a few wrinkles I needed it to iron out for me.
It's a low budget mostly closed-room picture, starring a few sort-of recognizable faces (Nicholas Brandon from Buffy The Vampire Slayer probably the most immediately recognizable). A dinner party is taking place the night a comet is passing by Earth, but passing the closest a comet has ever passed on record. The guest slowly arrive, giving us time to establish some of the dynamics of the group, though a little more focus is put on Em (Emily Badaloni) as kind of our central figure of observance in all of this. Her boyfriend has been given an opportunity to work in Thailand for a few months and he wants her to go with him, but she's uncertain. To double down, his ex-girlfriend is now dating another guy in their friend circle and they're both attending the party.
Once everyone arrives and the awkward tension is addressed, awkwardly, dinner is started, but then the power goes out, and strange things start to happen. Again, could say more, but I won't.
I often got this film confused for It's A Disaster, another dinner-party-set sci-fi movie from around the same time, but that one was dealing with the end of the world, and starring a few more familiar faces and working largely as a comedy (while still taking its premise seriously). Here, things are a lot more intense, at times terrifying. This actually skirts the line of horror, as there seems to be someone/something outside, or some force that they cannot see influencing what's happening. It's wildly engaging though, even though I don't think I really liked or cared for any of the characters, the plot and its execution are immensely well done up to the final minutes of the film. It then makes a play that seems out of step with the film we've seen until now, and it keeps fumbling forward as if it can't help itself. It's kind of brilliant, then gets a little too clever for it's own good, but don't let a slightly sour ending spoil everything that's good before it.
Is it horror? Not really no, but it has a couple good startles in it.
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Time Trap came recommended from Toasty (directly, but also from his review) because, as he mentioned there, we both love time travel movies, and he thought this was a good one. Let me start by saying this is a really fun movie, the way the discovery of information unfolds, the little quirks it introduces, and then some really crazy go-for-broke ideas slapped hard on top of it all, but it's not a "good" movie. The acting is, at its best, descent and the dialogue is (maybe intentionally) super clunky. Were it not for the really quite good special effects, and some semblance of a logic map to the proceedings, this would be Mystery Science Theatre 3000-grade fodder.
But the story, and the storytelling are well enough done to avoid that fate. I puzzle at some of the editing decisions made, especially in the first 20 minutes, but once everyone reaches their destination (the cave) it starts moving at a pretty insane clip of revelations and weirdness. There is definitely a 50's/60's sci-fi adventure throwback vibe, as a trio of college-age kids and a pair of tweens go exploring a cave where people keep disappearing into, doing a lot of expositing along the way.
If anything I think what would have made this film much better had it been more Goonies like (a film referenced within the film) and had been about a late-teen taking a bunch of younger kids into the cave. I was really just a couple notches away from being a family friendly adventure...as it already kind of is, but just not quite.
Is it horror? Well, there's a situation there, involving Furby early on that's skirts the boundary of horror, but otherwise, not at all.
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I'm going to start off talking about In The Shadow Of The Moon asking whether it's horror before talking about anything else, because, yes, it is, marginally, and certainly right in the beginning. It's also a detective thriller, a science fiction drama, and another half dozen stories rolled together.
The central conceit is in 1988, someone has killed three different people by injecting them with an isotope that melts their brain. Patrol cop Locke has dreams of being a detective and starts inserting himself on the case (his brother in law is the lead detective so grants him some leeway). In the process of the manhunt, Locke comes across the perpetrator and accidentally knocks her in front of a train (in the Toronto subway system attempting to pass for Philly). Case closed right, except that she said things to him that make no sense, some very personal things. And then his wife dies in labor.
The case picks up 9 years later, more victims appear with the same distinct (and unreplicateable) modus operandi. Another fracas with the perpetrator leaves his partner dead, and him even more confused... the perp is still alive.
Another 9 years and Locke is pretty much a bum, distant from his daughter who is living with his brother in law, but starting to put some of the pieces together, still he doesn't believe it.
Another 9 years and he's ready to close the loop he's figured out about the time traveling perp, but things are much more complicated than they seem.
It's a lot of time to span with one actor in the same role and Boyd Holbrooke does of good job of showing Locke's descent over these time frames, even if the makeup and hair get a little sketchy. The film with a modern awareness of the Black Lives Matter movement tries to make it a thread in the 1997 sequence but it comes off as a little tone deaf (especially in the face of the more recent defund the police phase of the movement). It's also using white supremacy terrorism but not really addressing it in anything but a pie-in-the-sky, oversimplified manner on how to solve it. The film has lofty aspirations but way overreaches, breaking a wrist in the process.
The more the film gets away from its thriller/murder mystery and into the science fiction, the more it starts to come apart. It never fully falls apart, but by the end it's tattered and barely holding together. It's certainly not unwatchable but it's a rare case where I think it would have been preferable had the film been a bit more conventional.
Someone on letterboxed said it's like if Looper and Se7en had a baby with a learning disorder. That pretty much covers it.
Horror, Not Horror (again), pt. 1 - Ketchup-as-blood
"Horror, Not Horror" are movies that toe the line of being horror movies but don't quite comfortably fit the mold. I'm not a big horror fan, but I do quite like these line-skirting type movies, as we'll see.
The Vast of Night - 2019, d. Andrew Patterson -amazonprime
Vivarium - 2019, d. Lorcan Finnegan - crave
Ready or Not - 2019, d - crave
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Modern filmmaking tends to be about quick edits, so when a film consists primarily of tracking shots, it stands out if for no other reason than how it begs the viewer to follow along with it. The Vast of Night opens with a long tracking shot through small town New Mexico in the 1950s, following along with Everett the local radio DJ who seems like the town's key problem solver as he walks through the high school gymnasium being readied for the big basketball game. He runs into Fay who works as a telephone switch operator, and they have a walk and talk. They have a playful dynamic but it's clear Fay is sweet on Everett but he only has eyes for getting out of town and implores Fay to do the same.
He goes to his radio job (even though the whole town is at the basketball game and nobody is probably listening) while Fay goes to her operator job (even though the whole town is at the basketball game and nobody is probably calling). There, she listens to Everett on the radio, but starts experiencing some weird noise, not exactly static. Likewise, a phone call comes in about strange lights and gets cut off by a similar noise. Fay calls Everett and asks about the interference, which he then reaches out to the listening audience and receives a call from a retired military man who explains about some very strange things, lights, sounds, materials, things he's seen. The camera work throughout this lingers, rarely cutting, occasionally fading out as people talk as if to say "just listen". It's strange, but effective, lulling you into this almost meditative experience of a possible UFO sighting in progress.
It's an atmospheric movie, with space to breathe, and it tells its story through telling stories. It's such a unique experience maintaining its own sense of tranquility while simultaneously ratcheting up the tension as Everett and Kay explore these sights and sounds and calls on their own while the town is otherwise largely oblivious to what goes on.
Patterson's direction is confident and masterful, the editing equally purposeful and meaningful. The attention to detail here, not just the era-specific sets and clothing, but the dialogue, the language of 50's radio, the little details like statements Everett employs in talking with others before putting them on air or how he feeds a reel-to-reel tape extremely quickly, adds a tangible and engrossing believability to procedure. The stars, Sierra McCormick as Fay and Jake Horowitz as Everett, both unknown commodities to me, nail their roles perfectly, each conveying more in what they're not saying, even though they have so much dialogue. Just a wonderfully realized movie, astonishingly so for a 700K budget. Nothing terribly horrifying about it, though it employs "Raimi-cam" at least once during the picture which seemed an obvious homage to me.
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Vivarium has been on my radar for a while, despite my general aversion to Jesse Eisenberg (see my Art of Self Defense review), but the concept of a couple being trapped in isolation in an endless suburbia seemed too intriguing to me to care about who was starring in it.
Paired with Imogen Poots, he's playing an ex-pat groundskeeper in the UK, while Poots is a grade school teacher. We don't get much of a glimpse of their life but the film gives subtle displays of their playful chemistry and even hints as their rougher nature underneath. Jesse, your American is showing.
They decide to have a look at the suburb development of Yonder, an ugly, ugly community of nothing but the same stock green house and same size fenced back yard. Their guide, Martin, is a disturbingly false-looking person, his mannerisms odd and his smile disingenuous, and he has a nervous habit of mimicking the pair. He indicates that this is the perfect place for them, the perfect place for their family. They look around the bland, stale home and when they return from the back yard, Martin is gone...but in leaving the house they find they're unable to leave the community. There's no way out, they just keep passing house number 9 with the door left open. After hours of driving, they wind up inside, opening the gift basket in the fridge, eating the tasteless strawberries and drinking champagne.
A box arrives containing all the essentials, but in Yonder labeled packaging. Getting up on the roof, the skyline is nothing but Yonder as far as the eye can see and the same cloud repeating over and over again, as if they're in an unimaginative simulation. Days later another package arrives (no one is seen dropping it off) and it's a baby, and the box label notes "raise the child and you may leave".
We step through this couple's life as they raise this child, who seems to grow an a much more rapid clip than they age, but there's definitely something wrong with that boy. In fact, he looks (and acts) a little like Martin, but also mimicing the words and traits of each of them. As a couple they start to get more and more distanced, the more she spends time with the child, and he digs a hole in the disturbing soil out front. Their sanity is in question, but that isn't the test.
The film is absolutely a metaphor for expectations, expectations in getting married, settling down, raising a family, and it has the bleakest of outlooks on this experience...and yet it does intrinsically understand it. It understands how horrifying it is to see yourself reflected in your child but in a way that feels alien. It understands how domesticity can come between a couple even though they're in it together. It understands the desire that men have to escape their situation and understands that while women may have the same desire, they tend to have stronger nurturing instincts prevent them from outright abandoning a child. There's a commentary on nature versus nurture, and in this reality, nature wins out.
Vivarium's opening credits is basically a montage of the progression of the Cuckoo bird that lays its egg in another birds nest, hatches with its false siblings, and then forces them out of the nest before taking all it can get from the mother. The child, despite any nurturing, has its nature, and it follows it. It's a grimy, ugly, film, that serves up a horrifying allegory. It's not exactly a horror movie, but it's definitely disturbing and weird... which I like more than straight up horror.
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When I think of "Horror, Not Horror" films, Ready or Not is exactly the kind of film I'm thinking of. It's a film that takes the tropes of horror but says "not today" and doesn't take said tropes very seriously. Instead its gruesome gags are more for humour than frights.
In Ready or Not a new bride Grace (Samara Weaving) is compelled by her new family to play a game at midnight on their wedding night, as is tradition, something this family is very big on. They had made their money on the back of a successful board game empire so there's a sense of logic Grace can't object to. She's also an orphan and so delighted to have a real family that she's working hard to be accepted. Her husband, meanwhile, had tried to leave the family behind him, but returned at Grace's request.
The selection of the game first comes with a strange story, a family legend, and a mysterious box. You place a blank playing card in the box, and it spits out the game to play. Grace, unfortunately, selects hide and seek, and tensions raise in the room. Grace laughs and heads out in her wedding dress to find a hiding location while the family debate whether to proceed with their ritualistic hunting game. But of course they have to, for they believe their family to be cursed if they don't follow tradition, and the game is part of tradition. Sacrifice the bride, or they will all die.
And so the hunt begins, and it's a bit like Clue with the help all getting murdered first in shockingly absurd situations. And not everyone is as into the game as the others, but most are willing to play along.
Ready or Not could have very easily fallen into tedium but it's darkly comedic sensibility, and its faith in the intelligence of its characters provides for more than a few surprises, and definitely some exciting and even tense moments. But more than anything this is a playful movie, which is perfect for its backdrop.
The cast is surprisingly stacked for what I first thought was just a small little horror movie. Andie MacDowell is great as the family patriarch, while "that guy" Henry Czerny plays incompetent zealot very, very well. Adam Brody and Mark O'Brien are believable as brothers, with an affectionate in-it-together attitude, while Melanie Scrofano (the lead of Wynonna Earp, but also Letterkenny's Mrs. McMurry) and Kristian Bruun (Orphan Black) provide the outright comic relief as the sister and her husband (respectively). Not very horrifying, rather just kind of fun (and a little gross).
[Toast's spoiler-y Ready or Not review: we agree]
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Disneat: The "Witch Mountain" Cycle
"Disneat" is a new subcolumn wherein we tackle weird stuff of Disney+
Escape To Witch Mountain (1975, d. John Hough)
Return From Witch Mountain (1978, d. John Hough)
Race To Witch Mountain (2009, d. Andy Fickman)
We have been SO inundated with superheroes and science fiction and fantasy and surreal action movies that it's hard to remember that there was a time where television and cinema did not cater to comic book geeks, and so those of us that took that stuff seriously had to glom onto some real mediocre pieces of entertainment. Production companies would throw us nerds a bone from time to time, but they didn't make their pictures with the fanatical fanboys in mind (and fangirls weren't even a concept yet), they tried to make them as mass-market friendly, and usually very cheaply because, until the wild success of Star Wars and Superman in the late 70's, there was believed to be no broad appeal to these kinds of films.
The initial Witch Mountain movies were a bit before my time, and somehow never came across my radar until the 2009 soft reboot was launching. Had I known these existed I'm certain I would have glommed onto them...maybe not hard like I did with Star Wars or Planet of the Apes but, maybe somewhere in the range of disappointed-but-will-take-what-I-can-get also-rans like Condorman or My Secret Identity (in other words, productions that put the least amount of effort into appealing to genre fans, knowing that they would still appeal to genre fans desperate for content).
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| Poster, better than the movie |
The first film is about two children, Tia (future Real Housewives of Beverly Hills star Kim Richards) and Tony, who are living in an orphanage after the death of their foster parent. They have no memory of their real family, but they do have superpowers, like telepathy and telekinesis. Of course the stock bully in any pre-Millennium kids movie is there to pick on our protagonists, but the kids flashing displays of their powers out in the open (even though they promised each other not to) help take the bully down. One day Tia has a premonition and saves a guy about to get in a limo (that guy, none other than Donald Pleasence, desperate for work it seems), which a short while later gets rammed right in the passenger door by a truck.
Pleasence works for a very rich man who has been searching for signs of the paranormal for years, and in quick order has Pleasence pose as their Uncle and adopt the kids. He brings the kids to the rich guy's mansion where he promises them the moon and gives them a massive bedroom with its own ice cream bar. But the kids quickly figure out the man has nefarious intentions (but not before an insufferably long sequence where Tony makes all the toys in their new room dance and Tia dances along). They run away, finding refuge in the camper van of a grumpy old loner who you can bet will take a shining to these kids. Along the way Tia has visions about her past and the old loner, in mere hours talking like these kids are his very own, helps them get away from the bad men in pursuit and figure out their past. They're aliens! But also orphans. And their Grandpa comes and picks them up in the jankiest looking ufo special effect this side of "Itchy and Scratchy and Poochie" (dig my savvy 1990's Simpsons reference kids).
It's not an unwatchable movie, and thankfully it's not your bog standard Disney live action kiddie fare... there's a bit more adventure to it than that, and it has that same strange undercurrent of loss and darkness that most Disney animated movies have but live action tends to forego. The effects are stupid, but I could see the nerdy kids of the time being totally into it. But man the whole "Witch" thing is a real bait-and-switch, when it's all about superpowered aliens and not one iota about witches. "Witch Mountain" is just a place (and in the mid-1970's people were still ready to take up arms against witches? Oy vey America, oy vey). Also it should be noted that Kim Richards' Tia is the co-lead of the film, even perhaps with a bigger spotlight than Tony, and she receives FOURTH billing in the "FEATURING" section of the credits. That's some sexist 70's hollywood bullshit there.
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| Again, poster better than movie |
Three years later, Tia and Tony return to Earth, this time heading to Los Angeles, to take what seems to be a vacation. Within moments Tony has exposed his power to... what the fuck...? Christopher Lee and Bette Davis? Oh man, hard times for those two. They play the bad guys in this. Lee has developed a mind control technology, with Davis' gambling addict patron footing the bill. Sensing astonishing potential by mind controlling a kid with telekinetic powers, Lee expects that people will look past the kidnapping and hail him as one of the greatest minds of the modern age. Davis meanwhile just wants to take the kid to Vegas.
I should mention here, before I keep going, "Witch Mountain" never even enters into play at all in this entry.
Tia, on the search for her missing brother, hooks up with a gang of kids, probably in the 10-12 age range. When not getting the tar beat out of them by rival kid gangs, these kids are on the run from "Yo-yo", Mr. Yakamoto, the school's truancy officer. The way these obviously not down-and-out kids so daydream about the gang lifestyle troublesome, especially 15 years before gangsta rap is even a thing for white middle class kids everywhere to fetishize. Should a kids movie really be promoting this? Anyway, a "girl" (one at least 2 years older than any of them) becomes their chief ass kicker and they opt to help her find her brother, because even though they're a tough-as-nails street gang, they're just nice kids at heart.
A few misadventures later and Tia and Tony are reunited, the gang kids now promise Mr. Yakamoto they'll stay in school and the alien kids return to their spaceship and grandpa, having accomplished literally nothing in L.A. It's honestly a bit of an improvement over the previous film, and yet utterly perplexing as to the point. I can kind of understand why this stopped the franchise dead in its tracks. Tia and Tony have no motivation... and there's certainly no larger arc about the government tracking aliens, or wanting kids with superpowers to experiment on. That would take about 30 years for that kind of "mature" storytelling to take hold.
Disney, ever ready to tread on nostalgia, and sensing the superhero craze was just lifting off, decided for an expensive soft reboot of the "Witch Mountain" property. It would star Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson who was almost a decade past his big screen debut in the Mummy Returns but still hadn't quite made his leading man mark yet (The Rundown in hindsight is easily the start of Johnson's superstardom, but it wasn't a big hit at the time). This tepid action vehicle, trying to be both for kids and for adults but really feeling like neither, wasn't going to do much to further that status.
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| Dull poster conveys just how dull film is |
The opening credits to Race To Witch Mountain convey its confusion about what audience its for. Over an intense score, there is a rapid montage of "real" UFO footage, intermixed with news headlines about UFOs, videos of political figures talking about searching for extraterrestrial life, and even a couple quick hits of alien autopsies and funky skulls. It's kind of terrifying and I'm sure something that would send younger viewers screaming out of the theatre.
After a "meteorite" crashes in the Nevada desert, a military agent leading a secret project played by Ciaran Hinds tracks down its location and then learns there were bipedal beings on whatever crashed. Their search, surprisingly takes less than a minute thanks to technology and the nanny state, and they see the aliens in the form of two very norse looking teenagers (are they Asgardians? Thor's hammer crashed in the Nevada desert too). They were last seen getting into the cab Johnson drives. Johnson's character, the cinematically named "Jack Bruno", is an ex-con who is dodging the advances of his former mob boss' goons trying to get him to return to the fold as their wheelman, but he's gone straight. He's a nice guy and though resistant initially, he sees these kids in need and decides to help them. It should be noted that Johnson looks more like maybe his own brother or cousin here, as he still has hair and he's about half the size he is now.
The kids are not only trying to escape the US government, but also an alien headhunter, who is trying to prevent them from collecting evidence that their own homeworld can be saved, its employers much preferring to just invade and take over the Earth. A bunch of action set pieces, all with decent visual effects but bland choreography and cinematography, ensue. They invariably involve Carla Gugino's "legit" alien researcher (who is presenting to the crackpots at a Vegas convention), who is supposed to help them somehow, but I don't ever really understand why she's involved at all except that the film needed an attractive, adult, female lead. Then Garry Marshall is involved for some reason, more action set pieces, and yay, day saved.
It's only 98 minutes long but feels like it goes on forever, and yet the film moves too fast to establish any meaningful connection between the characters, and the stakes don't feel organic at all. The film is dripping with cliches throughout and it never conveys any real sense of danger. I think Disney was expecting a franchise out of this...but for all the flash and bang, it's just pretty dull.
Tuesday, July 14, 2020
3+1 Short Paragraphs: Palm Springs
2020, Max Barbakow (a buncha shorts) -- download
Time loops. Love em. I do hate the automatic comparison to Groundhog Day, like I said in writing about Arq, but you cannot get away from it. This movie doesn't even try, embracing the ideal for some of the plot points, if not directly referencing it. Definitely Barbakow and writer Andy Siara are fond of the genre, and they do both an original take on the storyline as well as the appropriate amount of nods. So, thumbs up, guys!
Nyles (Andy Samberg, Brooklyn 99) is the guy in the loop, stuck forever attending a wedding in the desert outside Palm Springs. Its obvious he's been there a while, and he uses his awareness to hit on Sarah (Cristin Milioti, How I Met Your Mother), sister of the bride and loathing every minute she is attending this wedding. Nyles does the artful dance around the reception, knowing everyone's moves before they do, knowing exactly what to say and when. And it catches Sarah's attention, ending up with them in the desert making out. Then Roy (JK Simmons, Law & Order) shows up and shoots Nyles with an arrow. Nyles flees into a cave, Sarah chasing after to assist. Bad move.
The cave is the science-magic catalyst and anyone who goes in stays in This Day, well actually not the day, but for the waking day --- as long as they stay awake they stay in this time. Nod off, and *poof* they wake up back on the morning of Nov 9. Nyles has been doing this for a VERY VERY long time, long enough that he has given up trying to understand or change it, and has become one with the loop. Sarah's not having that shit. She goes through the Stages of Timeloops with Nyles (anger, suicide, resignation, fun) until she ends up at the Fix It stage. But... but... but... Nyles wants to stay!
As much as this movie is about the timeloop, its still a romantic comedy and focuses rather heavily on the metaphor timeloops present for people who don't truly live their lives (*cough*). Nyles and Sarah are stuck together and the loop allows them to really, truly get to know each other. Do they get better as people, do they learn from the endless time they have been given, do they learn to treat time passing as a precious commodity. I really liked the way this movie balanced the concept of the timeloop with what the story wanted to say about the characters. And a dialed-back Samberg is rather charming. If you didn't guess, a definitive enjoyment, this movie was.
Time loops. Love em. I do hate the automatic comparison to Groundhog Day, like I said in writing about Arq, but you cannot get away from it. This movie doesn't even try, embracing the ideal for some of the plot points, if not directly referencing it. Definitely Barbakow and writer Andy Siara are fond of the genre, and they do both an original take on the storyline as well as the appropriate amount of nods. So, thumbs up, guys!
Nyles (Andy Samberg, Brooklyn 99) is the guy in the loop, stuck forever attending a wedding in the desert outside Palm Springs. Its obvious he's been there a while, and he uses his awareness to hit on Sarah (Cristin Milioti, How I Met Your Mother), sister of the bride and loathing every minute she is attending this wedding. Nyles does the artful dance around the reception, knowing everyone's moves before they do, knowing exactly what to say and when. And it catches Sarah's attention, ending up with them in the desert making out. Then Roy (JK Simmons, Law & Order) shows up and shoots Nyles with an arrow. Nyles flees into a cave, Sarah chasing after to assist. Bad move.
The cave is the science-magic catalyst and anyone who goes in stays in This Day, well actually not the day, but for the waking day --- as long as they stay awake they stay in this time. Nod off, and *poof* they wake up back on the morning of Nov 9. Nyles has been doing this for a VERY VERY long time, long enough that he has given up trying to understand or change it, and has become one with the loop. Sarah's not having that shit. She goes through the Stages of Timeloops with Nyles (anger, suicide, resignation, fun) until she ends up at the Fix It stage. But... but... but... Nyles wants to stay!
As much as this movie is about the timeloop, its still a romantic comedy and focuses rather heavily on the metaphor timeloops present for people who don't truly live their lives (*cough*). Nyles and Sarah are stuck together and the loop allows them to really, truly get to know each other. Do they get better as people, do they learn from the endless time they have been given, do they learn to treat time passing as a precious commodity. I really liked the way this movie balanced the concept of the timeloop with what the story wanted to say about the characters. And a dialed-back Samberg is rather charming. If you didn't guess, a definitive enjoyment, this movie was.
Monday, July 13, 2020
3 Short Paragraphs: Black and Blue
2019, Deon Taylor (The Intruder) -- Amazon
I am hesitant to talk about the Black Lives Matter movement. I consider myself a visible ally, but also I am very very aware of my privilege as a Straight White Male. This summer has challenged all of us of privilege, reminding us that we cannot just sit back and hope it gets better. And yet... I still do. I just find it hard to be the person who Acts. But I am not afraid to be confronted by it and acknowledging, especially in the fictional platform. The trailer of Black and Blue came out some time ago, long before the latest atrocities happened, and I liked the Gauntlet aspect it put the main character in, a young black, female cop in New Orleans who witnesses other cops killing someone, and ends up on the run herself.
New Orleans already has a rather checkered past when it comes to police corruption and visible racism. Alicia (Naomie Harris; Skyfall) escaped her past when she was young, but returns to her home town a recently graduated police officer. We're introduced to her being profiled while jogging. "She's blue..." says one of the white officers, by way of apology, as if she is supposed to understand. She doesn't. She shouldn't. But the prejudice of her job also carries over to her old neighbourhood, showing us that the bitterness held against the police is colour-blind. If you are blue, you are blue, and you are tainted. Sounds very very relevant right now. But she wants the faces from her past to see she is different.
Alicia blunders into a killing by some cliche corrupt narcotics cops, and is suddenly on the run. She is trapped behind enemy lines, ratted out to more corrupt cops and also to the gang leader, manipulated into believing his nephew was murdered by her, not the thugs with badges. So many layers of anger and bitterness and prejudice play out in this movie. It was not as much a gauntlet play through as I hoped, but the pit-of-your-stomach stress is there all the way through, as she has so very few people she can believe in, not her fellow officers or familiar faces from her past. But that body cam on her chest holds all the cards, tells all the truth, if only she can get it into the station and into the hands of the right people.
I am hesitant to talk about the Black Lives Matter movement. I consider myself a visible ally, but also I am very very aware of my privilege as a Straight White Male. This summer has challenged all of us of privilege, reminding us that we cannot just sit back and hope it gets better. And yet... I still do. I just find it hard to be the person who Acts. But I am not afraid to be confronted by it and acknowledging, especially in the fictional platform. The trailer of Black and Blue came out some time ago, long before the latest atrocities happened, and I liked the Gauntlet aspect it put the main character in, a young black, female cop in New Orleans who witnesses other cops killing someone, and ends up on the run herself.
New Orleans already has a rather checkered past when it comes to police corruption and visible racism. Alicia (Naomie Harris; Skyfall) escaped her past when she was young, but returns to her home town a recently graduated police officer. We're introduced to her being profiled while jogging. "She's blue..." says one of the white officers, by way of apology, as if she is supposed to understand. She doesn't. She shouldn't. But the prejudice of her job also carries over to her old neighbourhood, showing us that the bitterness held against the police is colour-blind. If you are blue, you are blue, and you are tainted. Sounds very very relevant right now. But she wants the faces from her past to see she is different.
Alicia blunders into a killing by some cliche corrupt narcotics cops, and is suddenly on the run. She is trapped behind enemy lines, ratted out to more corrupt cops and also to the gang leader, manipulated into believing his nephew was murdered by her, not the thugs with badges. So many layers of anger and bitterness and prejudice play out in this movie. It was not as much a gauntlet play through as I hoped, but the pit-of-your-stomach stress is there all the way through, as she has so very few people she can believe in, not her fellow officers or familiar faces from her past. But that body cam on her chest holds all the cards, tells all the truth, if only she can get it into the station and into the hands of the right people.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
We (Sort of) Agree: Eurovision ...
2020, d. David Dobkin - netflix
A relatively harmless, but also toothless comedy centered around the Eurovision song competition. Will Ferrell and Rachel McAdams play an Icelandic musical duo with a modicum of talent who, thanks to dumb luck and sinister intervention become the de facto entrants for Iceland in the competition. Having never left their small Icelandic town before, they go to Edinburgh where they meet other competitors and have their minds blown at the larger world around them (and yell at some dumb American tourists who they hate).
There's room for some big comedy in all this but the film nobly takes great pains to not punch down at anyone (Americans excepted) and in trying not to offend it never goes very big. There's a slight absurdist fantasy streak that runs through the film (involving ghosts and elves) that may be the more bizarrely entertaining part of the film or may take you out of it altogether. Your mileage may vary.
There's a lot of accents on display. Ferrell's Icelandic is barely there and comes and goes, McAdams is pretty good most of the time, Pierce Brosnan (playing Ferrell's dad) is awful. There are a lot of Icelandic performers for comparison (a lot of familiar Game of Thrones faces), with the very shouty Johannes Haukur Johannesburg being the highlight. Dan Stevens plays the Russian superstar performer with utter delight, although (as my wife pointed out) with all the dance coordination he had to do on Legion it's a shame he didn't really dance at all here.
The film seems quite overlong at 123 minutes, and you really feel it by the halfway point. The second half clocks along at a brisk pace as the music starts talking hold. A lot of credit to the production for making a lot of genuinely plausible pop songs and really bringing down the house with the closing number. The only true voice to the main actors is Ferrell's (everyone else had amazing ringers) which provides a viable reason why Fire Song wouldn't be a favourite (Ferrell can sing, but, like, karaoke good, not pop star good).
I can't help but think had they not opted for the "Eurovision" branding how utterly silly this film could have gotten with all the international acts. I mean they could have hired regional comedic performers and musicians to create absurd pop music for a fake Eurovision effectively doubling the laughs (which, frankly, it could really use), but as it is it's a fairly earnest and kind of sweet movie. The film actually seems to earnestly enjoy Eurovision and all its ridiculous pageantry and doesn't throw it under the bus. It incorporates past winners in a ripoff of the sing-off we've seen in the Pitch Perfect films, so there's something both charming and tedious about it. Kind of like the entire picture.
Hamilton
2020, d. Thomas Kail - disney+
I am not a frequent theatre goer, but when I have gone it's largely been for either a musical or Shakespeare. Though I prefer cinema to the stage, I don't dislike the experience of live performance (I've seen enough standup and concerts to affirm that certainly). There is a power that it has that makes it such a different experience than the movies, and it's such an experiential mode of storytelling that it should resonate so much more strongly than its celluloid counterparts. But my theatre going experiences, have been a mixed bag, some incredible, most forgettable.
The musicals stand out more. It's obvious why. They're bigger, more lavish, attention-getting productions, plus a catchy tune can go a long way to connecting with the audience, and musicals allow for a little more give performance-wise... a lesser actor can make up for it with stronger singing, and vice versa. But going to theatre - musicals particularly - comes with a greater expense, and effort, and build-up, so the experience needs to live up to that investment. The bigger shows produced obviously need to play to the broadest crowd possible to recoup their own expense, which typically makes for toothless storytelling. Plus musicals are a music genre on their own, and there are trappings to it that engenders a sameness (like so many genres of music can), and if you're not a lover of those trappings, it can be off putting.
Hamilton both embraces those trappings and explodes them. It's a hip-hop musical, a rare feat on its own. Likewise being a musical with a predominantly Black and POC cast seems to be a rarity, certainly one in achieving the heights it has. It's become a touchstone for this generation of musical theatre and a certifiable pop culture phenomenon, certainly in America but well beyond.
Yet, like all theatre, it's heights can only reach so far. Even running to sold out shows on Broadway, in Chicago and London and a few American tours it's still only reaching a fraction of the audience that are interested, curious, or intrigued by it due to proximity, availability or expense. A cast recording has been available for years (I bought a digital copy back in 2017 and didn't really get too far into it, mainly because I couldn't find time to just sit down, listen and focus). A cover album from rap and R&B stars also exists which I have given a whirl or two on Spotify, but these recordings don't quite have the same potency as seeing a live performance.
Which leads us to July 3, and the release of Hamilton on Disney+. Disney paid $75million to acquire the international distribution rights to a 2016 recording featuring it's original Broadway cast (there were some roles played by others when it was working off Broadway as "The Hamilton Mixtape"). Originally slated to debut in cinemas in 2021, Disney convinced creator Lin Manuel Miranda to allow them to release it on Disney Plus during these pandemic times. There are many reasons Disney wanted to do so (foremost being placing high profile content while their new theatrical features are being delayed, thus delayed from releasing on the platform), and likely many reasons why Miranda would agree (as it would likely pull an even wider audience than its theatrical release due to more butts being stuck at home). But there's no way, after the monumental praise (and a few criticisms around historical accuracy) that this "movie", played at home, of a live performance can live up to the hype...can it?
Yeah, it goddamn well can. Hamilton is incredible. It's beyond incredible, it's a masterpiece. It's not flawless, but it's flaws don't influence the overall impact of this incredibly told, amazingly performed story.
First, let's just say that this isn't a stodgy effortless, from-a-distance filming of the musical, it's a very much shot for cinema, with close ups, zooms, pans all very smartly and artfully done to draw the viewer in even more to the performance rather than keeping them at arms length. It wisely offers an experience the theatre cannot, like seeing Jonathan Groff's spitting as he belts out King George III's spiteful tune "You'll Be Back" (the whitest number in the book, borrowing a little from 60's American sugar pop like the Turtles, accurately annoyingly catchy).
The performances are amazing. Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr. and Renée Elise Goldsberry are a powerhouse trifecta with superstar charisma. We've already been seeing these faces in prominent TV and movies but it's a matter of time before they are massive. Perhaps this D+ showcase will be enough to break them even wider. The rest of the cast is great as well, even the ensemble players who are mostly background dancing (one performer plays "the bullet" for each duel in the show). If there's a weak spot, it's actually Miranda. There's no doubt why he's playing the lead role...the passion he had to write this carries in his performance, but next to every other performer he falls just a little short in the power. He has charisma, but at times his voice just doesn't push it over the edge the way Odom or Goldsberry's performances do. But that would be part of his brilliance, in casting the strongest performers around him, to uplift the overall production, even if it outshines him.
The thing is, the material is so strong, even a weaker, but passionate performance still soars. There are layers, here, starting from the top with casting a historical epic with a POC cast, touching on but also kind of skirting around slavery. There's potency in seeing a Black man portray George Washington, knowing that the first President had slaves. There's a potency in Hamilton's story as an immigrant (albeit a white immigrant) being portrayed and told by the child of immigrants from Puerto Rico.
Despite being a story about the "Founding Fathers" of America, Miranda also doesn't skirt the role women play in the story of these characters. This isn't necessarily a direct or focussed translation of the birth of a nation, instead it's a character study of Alexander Hamilton and his friend/nemesis Aaron Burr during this time. One lyric in "the Schuyler Sisters" (working both mid-80's hip-hop and early 90's R&B together), the first female-led segment of the story, finds them rhyming "I've been reading 'Common Sense' by Thomas Payne/Some men say that I'm intense or I'm insane/You want a revolution, I want a revelation/So listen to my declaration/'We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal"/And when I meet Thomas Jefferson/I'ma compel him to include women in the sequel". It's a very brief but pointed commentary that women got shafted. That much of Angelica and Eliza's role is talking about how their place was to find security and comfort in supporting a man, but the play gives them strength in how they parlay, showing that women carried some weight amidst their mistreatment.
It's an absolutely fantastic character study, certainly showing how times changed, where men were uniquely concerned about their legacy and their impact on the world. Of the 85 essays in the Confederalist Papers defending the new US Constitution, Hamilton wrote 51 of them (when there were originally supposed to be 25 total). That's the fervor of a man trying to leave his mark. "I'm not throwing away my shot", "He will never be satisfied" and "History has its eyes on me" are three of the main refrains of the story which tell the story of both the man, the men and their times.
The music is the part I was most worried about when I heard about a hip-hop musical, a label which is a bit of a misnomer, since it incorporates more than just hip-hop, but that is indeed its foundation. Miranda obviously loves the genre of music, and from a particular period of time as it largely bathes in the early-mid 90's sound of rap and R&B, but it sways back to 80's foundational with allusions to the sounds of Grandmaster Flash, the Sugarhill Gang, Run-DMC, and The Beastie Boys, and stretches forward up to the mid 00's just prior to when the vocorder took dominance for a very painful stretch of time. There's even a couple of simulated rap battles for the debate floor complete with the choir of "oohs" and "ohs". There's nothing about it that's "hard", this isn't gangsta and isn't pretending to be, it very much leans in on the soulful, consciousness hip-hop tip, and if you listened to rap in the 90's you can hear multiple inspirations coming out of each song. On top of that there's the language of Broadway still embedded in it, with tips of the hat to Gershwin and others throughout... Miranda's not forgetting to check where either of his inspirations come from. This may be too much of a bastardization for hip-hop purists, but hey, Busta Rhymes and The Roots (among many others) deeply adore this show.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
3 Short Paragraphs: Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga
2020, David Dobkin (Wedding Crashers) -- Netflix
When I am having difficulty finishing another post, I find one at random and just say whatever. I should be able to say whatever about the original, but for some reason, my brain won't let me. So, the whatever about this movie is, "Why did I watch this?" Well, I like Iceland, I like Rachel McAdams, I cringe at Eurovision and for the most part, I don't like Will Ferrell. But I really like Dan Stevens, so watching him as an over-the-top Russian pop singer with big hair was probably the main attract-or. Alas, my original thought proved true -- meh.
Lars Ericksson (Ferrell) and Sigrit Erricksdottir (McAdams) were friends since childhood; they may or may not be brother & sister. Erick Ericksdottir (Pierce Brosnan) is a widower who is quite friendly with the local ladies and has been for quiiiiiite some time. That is the first joke I found kind of amusing yet also off-putting. When you do an entire movie that is based on both being fond of a place & culture, yet depending on making fun of it, there are bound to be some off-colour jokes. Lars and Sigrit have one dream -- to win the Eurovision Song Contest, despite being rather terrible. Given that the contest itself confounds North Americans, by being grandiose and over-the-top but also EXTREMELY popular, its not surprising the main characters have to be the same. Due to some rather unfortunate circumstances, Fire Saga (their band) ends up being Iceland's entry in the contest.
So, yeah they go to the contest and everyone assumes they are terrible (as Lars is) and are going to bomb. And they do, but they also capture the hearts of not only the audience but also many of the other contestants. But not mine. Sure, there are some good jokes, and as expected, Dan Steven's Russian singer who is Not Gay ("there are no gay people in Russia") but so very very Definitely Gay is incredible. But the movie was so by the numbers a Will Ferrell movie, I just could not do much more than chuckle. There was literally only one scene I truly found funny, and Marmy had to point to me the faerie door slamming. So, other than being somewhat chuckle worthy and full of lovely Icelandic scenery, I wish I had given this one a pass.
When I am having difficulty finishing another post, I find one at random and just say whatever. I should be able to say whatever about the original, but for some reason, my brain won't let me. So, the whatever about this movie is, "Why did I watch this?" Well, I like Iceland, I like Rachel McAdams, I cringe at Eurovision and for the most part, I don't like Will Ferrell. But I really like Dan Stevens, so watching him as an over-the-top Russian pop singer with big hair was probably the main attract-or. Alas, my original thought proved true -- meh.
Lars Ericksson (Ferrell) and Sigrit Erricksdottir (McAdams) were friends since childhood; they may or may not be brother & sister. Erick Ericksdottir (Pierce Brosnan) is a widower who is quite friendly with the local ladies and has been for quiiiiiite some time. That is the first joke I found kind of amusing yet also off-putting. When you do an entire movie that is based on both being fond of a place & culture, yet depending on making fun of it, there are bound to be some off-colour jokes. Lars and Sigrit have one dream -- to win the Eurovision Song Contest, despite being rather terrible. Given that the contest itself confounds North Americans, by being grandiose and over-the-top but also EXTREMELY popular, its not surprising the main characters have to be the same. Due to some rather unfortunate circumstances, Fire Saga (their band) ends up being Iceland's entry in the contest.
So, yeah they go to the contest and everyone assumes they are terrible (as Lars is) and are going to bomb. And they do, but they also capture the hearts of not only the audience but also many of the other contestants. But not mine. Sure, there are some good jokes, and as expected, Dan Steven's Russian singer who is Not Gay ("there are no gay people in Russia") but so very very Definitely Gay is incredible. But the movie was so by the numbers a Will Ferrell movie, I just could not do much more than chuckle. There was literally only one scene I truly found funny, and Marmy had to point to me the faerie door slamming. So, other than being somewhat chuckle worthy and full of lovely Icelandic scenery, I wish I had given this one a pass.
Thursday, July 2, 2020
3 Short Paragraphs: Robin Hood
2018, Otto Bathurst (a buncha TV episodes) -- Amazon
My two buddies, the imaginary movie execs in their bad (but very expensive) suits and definitive hair cuts, show up a lot these days. Their elevator pitches are both hilarious yet likely. For example, this particular Robin Hood started with a "like we are doing a Robin Hood movie set in the same world as Guy Ritchie's King Arthur." (1) Anywayz, Bad Suit Guys, one old enough to remember A Knight's Tale, conceive of a Robin Hood movie that draws upon many tropes from modern day movies, and convince each other it will be a masterpiece. Also, the only other Robin Hood movie they know is Costner's. And, it was so much a masterpiece, it actually took me three separate sittings to finish.
Robin of Locksley, is a crusader much like the Costner version, in fact I don't think the Bad Suit Guys realized they were not doing a reboot of that movie, in an opening scene that needed a marker saying "Falujah, late 1100s" as they are recreating an Iraq War movie with crusaders armed with bows, instead of M16s. (2) Modern war footage style battle against Saracens with Robin showing his uncanny skill with a bow. He runs afoul of some fellow crusaders when he doesn't stand for the summary executions of prisoners, but not before he gains the admiration of Yahya (Jamie Fox), who actually follows Robin (Taron Egerton) back to England. Of course, back in England, Loxley's estates have been taken from him, and he ends up going against the Sheriff of Nottingham to defend the people against the corrupt ruler. Enter a need to take from the rich (Ben Mendelsohn) and give to the poor.
In bits and pieces it is not all that bad of a movie, more a collection of creative set pieces and costume choices. But as a whole, it is entirely boring and retread. I never really liked Robin, as he was more just a polished, out-of-time Eggsy. Sheriff O'K has a plan, which is convoluted and dastardly but the end game is only hinted at. And I am realizing that I don't really like the chase-the-wagon trope that need to be in these movies. Also, his Merry Men were severely lacking in screen time, making me feel they were trying for the first in a franchise. If I liked anything, it was his quilted hoodie with a Green Arrow-styled peak hood.
(1) That movie deserves a re-watch and a post, as I both rather dislike yet rather enjoy it.
(2) Yes, I know the M16 is no longer a primary weapon in the US Army. Perhaps I should say a SCAR ? I dunno, not a gun guy despite shooting a lot of them in FPS games.
My two buddies, the imaginary movie execs in their bad (but very expensive) suits and definitive hair cuts, show up a lot these days. Their elevator pitches are both hilarious yet likely. For example, this particular Robin Hood started with a "like we are doing a Robin Hood movie set in the same world as Guy Ritchie's King Arthur." (1) Anywayz, Bad Suit Guys, one old enough to remember A Knight's Tale, conceive of a Robin Hood movie that draws upon many tropes from modern day movies, and convince each other it will be a masterpiece. Also, the only other Robin Hood movie they know is Costner's. And, it was so much a masterpiece, it actually took me three separate sittings to finish.
Robin of Locksley, is a crusader much like the Costner version, in fact I don't think the Bad Suit Guys realized they were not doing a reboot of that movie, in an opening scene that needed a marker saying "Falujah, late 1100s" as they are recreating an Iraq War movie with crusaders armed with bows, instead of M16s. (2) Modern war footage style battle against Saracens with Robin showing his uncanny skill with a bow. He runs afoul of some fellow crusaders when he doesn't stand for the summary executions of prisoners, but not before he gains the admiration of Yahya (Jamie Fox), who actually follows Robin (Taron Egerton) back to England. Of course, back in England, Loxley's estates have been taken from him, and he ends up going against the Sheriff of Nottingham to defend the people against the corrupt ruler. Enter a need to take from the rich (Ben Mendelsohn) and give to the poor.
In bits and pieces it is not all that bad of a movie, more a collection of creative set pieces and costume choices. But as a whole, it is entirely boring and retread. I never really liked Robin, as he was more just a polished, out-of-time Eggsy. Sheriff O'K has a plan, which is convoluted and dastardly but the end game is only hinted at. And I am realizing that I don't really like the chase-the-wagon trope that need to be in these movies. Also, his Merry Men were severely lacking in screen time, making me feel they were trying for the first in a franchise. If I liked anything, it was his quilted hoodie with a Green Arrow-styled peak hood.
(1) That movie deserves a re-watch and a post, as I both rather dislike yet rather enjoy it.
(2) Yes, I know the M16 is no longer a primary weapon in the US Army. Perhaps I should say a SCAR ? I dunno, not a gun guy despite shooting a lot of them in FPS games.
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Thursday, June 25, 2020
10 for 10: TV Ketchup
[10 for 10, that's 10 tv shows which we give ourselves 10 minutes
apiece to write about. Part of our problem is we don't often have the
spare hour or two to give to writing a big long review for every movie
or TV show we watch. How about a 10-minute non-review full of
half-remembered scattershot thoughts? Surely that's doable? ]
In this edition:
1. Supergirl Season 4
2. His Dark Materials Season 1 (HBO)
3. Locke & Key Season 1 (Netflix)
4. Titans Season 2 (Netflix)
5. Avenue 5 Season 1 (HBO)
6. Queen Sono Season 1 (Netflix)
5. Avenue 5 Season 1 (HBO)
6. Queen Sono Season 1 (Netflix)
7. The Last Dance (Netflix)
8. SNL at Home (NBC)
9.Star Wars: Clone Wars Season 7 (Disney+)
10. Shrill S2 (Crave)
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The DC-CW shows (colloquially referred to as "The Arrowverse" because Arrow was the launching point for all of it) have become... how best to say... cumbersome I think. There's a lot of them with more on the way, each with differing season lengths, but most of them running longer than necessary. With the end of Arrow, I've felt exhausted with the majority of them. Short dips back into the Flash continue to be more aggravating than enjoyable; Legends of Tomorrow has gone on a non-superhero path I don't really love (though it does have a great tone and fun stuff); Batwoman I fell off of early and haven't been able to get back on; and Black Lightning I tend to leave for summer binging on Netflix. Which leaves Supergirl.Supergirl is the show I watch with my daughter but she's become a binge watcher and doesn't like to wait, so I had to find time to set aside so we could catch up. As I write this, Season 5 is just shy of its finale, withheld because of COVID-19, but we only just caught up on Season 4. We got a few episodes in when they originally aired and then were sidetracked for, like, a year. It wasn't anything to do with quality or content, as I think Season 4 may be the best yet for the show.
The season features a very heady anti-immigration storyline, where an angry and xenophobic professor starts up both a street gang under the guise of Agent Liberty, and later becomes a right-wing mouthpiece talk show host, followed by a political opportunity under Bruce Boxleitner's equally xenophobic presidency (ripped from the headlines!). The show handles this subject matter tremendously well. It's upsetting the level of manipulation and lies that anti-immigration mouthpieces perpetrate, but the show makes it clear that the root their hatred is actually better recognized as fear.
Meanwhile at the DEO, Alex and Kara have to deal with their new boss, a woman who is so buttoned down as to be impossible to read or guess her motivations or actions. She's very much a duty-over-dignity, follow-chain-of-command type, even when it disagrees with her. She expects the same of her subordinates. It creates a lot of meaty conflict for the team to work through. Especially when your commander-in-chief is obviously in the wrong, do you follow your conscience or your sworn duty.
The season careens into left field in the final third as they deal with the Russian copy of Supergirl created during the "Elseworlds" crossover, and Lex Luthor enters the fray. I don't think anyone thought Jon Cryer would make for a good Luthor, turns out we were all wrong. He, dare I say it, may be the best live action Lex of all time. He's absolutely phenomenal, and even showing he's been pulling the strings of almost everything all season still doesn't satisfy the fact that there are so many xenophobes still calling for aliens to go home and ready for violence against them, but it just shuts down their most prominent propagators. It's definitely a subject Supergirl can't just muscle her way through.
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I initially gave up on His Dark Materials after two episodes. It was plodding and kind of boring. I didn't understand the rules of the world or the intent of what I was being shown. The book series by Philip Pullman has a very good reputation but the Daniel Craig/Nicole Kidman film was panned both by critics and fans of the series, and this HBO series was supposed to get it right. If this dull intro was getting it right, I wasn't sure I could stay in. I thought better to wait for the series to complete, so I could binge it, rather than try to follow week to week.
It took its time, but I suppose it did do justice to the source. I've never read the books, but just past the halfway point, the series took on incredible weight, and what seemed like misguided kiddie fare turned into a deeply disturbing, dark roam through alternate realities. I'm not sure how to get to where they did by the end, showing all the crushing disappointments and disasters in Lyra's life, without first taking her through the early journey, as tedious as it was.
I still don't fully understand some of the fantastical structures of the world (namely the sort of spirit animals everyone has, things the book likely clarifies outright), but the religious authoritarianism, and the callous disregard for life and well-being in their pursuit of suppressing thought and exploration of heretical ideas is literally bone-chilling. This isn't Harry Potter-style high-adventure magic, it's a deeply tragic world that's devoid of really any humour and it's only Lyra's perseverance through the darkness that sheds any light. The young cast is really great, and of course Ruth Wilson is always compelling to watch.
What I find most curious is, in the midst of world building this entire other reality, the story also introduces a character in "our" reality, an Earth more familiar to us, and another character who has found the soft spots that bridge the two. The title sequence, hoping for - but not quite reaching- Game of Thrones highs, folds over with the idea of layers of realities, which seems to indicate that there's a multiverse happening, and that as much as anything leaves me intrigued.
It's definitely a slow, slow start, but the latter half makes for an enthralling journey overall. It feels like there's a snowball effect at play and it's just going to get bigger and bigger from here.
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The complete 6 volumes of Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez Locke & Key had been sitting on my bookshelf for years, left unread by me, for no other reason than I have too many things sitting on the shelf to read with more usually coming every week. There was a false start to adapting the series to network television a few years ago but thanks to Netflix it found a new life. In anticipation of its release I binged, and binged hard the six volumes, finding a bit of a messy narrative but otherwise engrossing story full of weirdness and cleverness.
It's the story of the Locke family who, after the tragic murder of the family patriarch, move back to the familial home in Massachusettes (?). The matriarch and three kids are each in their own way experiencing PTSD fallout from the murder, and the weirdness of the family home (and some of the people in the town) are potentially just distorted images as a result. But the youngest, Bode, his imagination the most liberated, finds the strange keys around the house and their really absurd uses. One unlocks a door that, when stepped through, turns that person into a spirit. Another unlocks the mind, presenting a doorway that others can step into to look around. Another still opens a cabinet that can repair anything to its original state. And one even will open a doorway to anywhere. The keys have powers, large and small, and there is a malevolent force in the wellhouse that wants them all.
The graphic novel series paints a history for the keys that leads into the reveal of their true origin and purpose. The TV show does also, but has a much more difficult time negotiating the past and present, really not developing the history well at all.
As well, the show seems to have difficulty with tone. Where the comic book flirted with elements of adventure and horror, name checking both Lovecraft and Richard Matheson, the TV show doesn't really angle for any specific pastiche. It just kind of happens. It seems to lack guidance and concrete direction. It progresses through the story but without any style or enthusiasm. Its versions of the characters, like Tyler, Kinsey and Nina are all stripped down from the complexity of their comic book counterparts. The graphic novel makes an attempt at exploring race issues (to muddled, potentially wrong-headed results), looks at depression, and alcoholism, where as the show pretty much avoids any difficult subjects.
It's not a very complex or challenging show, and actually not anywhere near as fun as it should be. It wasn't uninteresting but I think reading the comics first made it harder to accept the choices the show made, even if they did make some improvements here and there.
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Titans airs in the US on a streaming service called DC Universe, which gives its audience access to thousands of digital comics, and much of its back catalog of movies, cartoons and TV shows. The big draw, however is its original programming - Titans, Doom Patrol, Harley Quinn, Young Justice and Swamp Thing all debuting on the service. The rest of the world does not have DC Universe available to them so we have to hunt out our own sources for these shows, with Titans being the most accessible via Netflix. However, Netflix only airs Titans after its seasons are complete on DC Universe, which means there is plenty of reviews and reactions to try and skip past online while we wait.
One of the things I noticed, though, was that week-to-week there seemed to be a lot of frustration with season 2 of show, and it's understandable. It builds an over-arching narrative but it jumps and diverts to different characters and puts focus on side stories while leaving cliffhangers unresolved for an episode or two at a time. On a week to week basis I can totally see this being aggravating, but in a binge situation, it's not even a thing. In fact one of the biggest side diversions, a whole episode introducing Superboy to the program 9while we wait to see the resolution of Jason Todd's fall off a skyscraper rooftop from the end of the previous episode), is easily the series' best.
The show starts off Season 2 needing to resolve the Trigon/Rachel's Dad situation from season 1. What seemed to perhaps be building to a new story arc is instead kind of haphazardly disposed of making for an inauspicious start to the new season. But from there it just kind of crackles with energy and then keeps going, as it introduces new players (like Superboy, Deathstroke, and Rose Wilson), advances the storylines of older players and, more than anything, feels kind of like classic Wolfman-Perez soap-opera Titans of the 80's, but with a bit of (some might say unfortunate) Zack Snyder edge to it. But the "fuck Batman" grit that misguided its first season is basically gone, and instead it really goes into its teen sidekick trauma, and the family that forms out of it.
We get so much, it's a loaded season, mostly centered around being unable to let go of the past, or forgive one's self for past sins, or escaping one's history. This includes Bruce Wayne (played by Game of Thrones Iain Glen) helping Dick Grayson to resolve the issues that caused him to quit being Robin, steeling him to lead a new team; Starfire facing ghosts from her home; Hawk and Dove unable to escape from "the life"; and Jason Todd unable to escape the shadow of his own reputation. The show gets so much right, that what it actually gets wrong makes it all the more glaring. It's still trying too hard to be edgy with its swearing, and there's a bit too much moping about by superheroes (mopey superheroes are the worst *cough*The Flash*cough*) but it seems to slowly be crawling out of the darkness it started out in. Despite a tragedy the conclusion leaves the promise that maybe bigger, brighter adventures are ahead next season.
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Avenue 5 was a straight-up recommendation from Toast, and one I was grateful for. I hadn't bothered to watch Veep but I did see Armando Iannucci's Death of Stalin (review sadly lost to the dark year), which was hilarious and right in my humour wheelhouse, full of clever wordplay, the sly back-biting between horrible but not unlikeable people, and grounded absurdism. Taking place on a galactic cruise ship, Avenue 5 has all those Iannucci trademarks that made Veep so popular (I'm guessing), but placed in a satirical future setting. The problems on Earth are only hinted at and get shut out as the troubles on board the starcruiser become myopic.
It's been a long time since I've seen a good comedy of errors, one that manages to build in surprising and unexpected ways. As one disaster after another occurs, the crew and guests aboard become embroiled in personality politics. The disasters themselves range from massive to minor but it's the fallout from those that generates the intrigue and comedy. Some disasters have silver linings, but sometimes silver linings can reflect deadly rays. I love the character building here, and how all the characters slowly lose any pretense or artificial edifice they may have had.
Everyone is good in this, yes, even Josh Gad. Hugh Laurie manages to escape the grizzled doctor drama and worm his way back into his comedy origins with the role as "Captain" of the ship, a role that allows him to mock his own fake American accent and grizzled persona.
Underneath the absurdity is a show that is examining class structures and how they affect modern politics. As well it looks at the mindset of people that distrust the people in power, that perhaps is justified but which also mistakenly leads them to distrust experts in science and technology to their own detriment. But it never hits you on the head with its commentary, it's just ugly and representational of modern times...and also funny. The show is also not above a galactic-class poop joke.
It's certainly got its own unique tone and rhythm so I get why it hasn't caught on bigger, but it's pretty great, ridiculous fun. Oh, and the soundtrack by Adem Ilhem is astounding, intoning horror at some of its biggest points of comedy. It's very deftly handled.
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You had me at South African spy. Queen Sono follows the titular character, the daughter of a legendary revolutionary murdered when she was a child, who has since become a top operative for the country's Special Operations Group. She's super competent but also a little overconfident which makes her a little sloppy, and perhaps she's even a little suicidal. Her best friend from childhood is a psychologist so she gets him to sign off on her psych evals even though something is clearly wrong.
The show works through Queen's history, her family, her trauma, but she tries to avoid working through any of it, and avoiding it seems to be causing her some serious harm. As she starts to look deeper into her past while working on a case investigating a militant liberation group that uses her mother's name and visage as its rallying point, she starts to see inconsistencies in the story she's been told about her mother's death, lies that lead back to her own employers.
There's a tremendous character story with Queen Sono, but also its central adversarial story leads to a lot of intrigue that affects Queen and her supporting cast in different ways. As well the story leads to some insight with South African politics and sub-saharan relations, as well as continental relations with particularly European interests. It's not something I've been exposed much to, and with Netflix's backing it's a story told with quality production values. Beyond that, the characters and situations have complexity, shades of grey that cause some debate as to what's really bad, and what other alternatives are there.
There are a couple drawbacks, mainly when the show tries to get invested in side stories of certain secondary characters, it's not handled very cleanly, often feeling forced and unnatural (Frederique's search for his missing sister always feels jammed in). The other is it's very brief six-episode run leaves the viewer wholly unfulfilled as most of the balls juggled remain in the air.
The biggest revelation is Pearl Thusi who plays Queen. She's damn charismatic, utterly captivating, fierce, intimidating and gorgeous. Not that playing a super-spy is small potatoes, but she needs to be in a big profile superhero film, like, now.
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I flirted with watching basketball in high school. I don't know if it was to fit in, or if it was out of genuine curiosity. Lord knows I had no interest in playing it, and generally I avoided televised sports because of its lack of special effects. But I was into hip hop, and hip hop was so integrated with basketball you couldn't see a music video without an NBA jersey, and then in '93 Shaquille O'Neal started rapping with the Fu-Shnickens (a group I really liked at the time). Michael Jordan was everywhere, and the 92 dream team was just the most high-wattage sports star power of all time, it was hard not to be caught up in it all.
So yeah, I watched and even lived a little basketball throughout the 90's. Not deep, deep into it, but I watched some regular season games, some playoff games, and most of the finals throughout the decade...I was still an outsider though, not fully invested. I believed the hype, the unstoppable Bulls, the unconquerable Jordan, and I so desperately wanted the underdogs, pretty much any other team, to beat them.
The Last Dance follows Jordan and the Bulls through their 97-98 season in which they would go on to win their sixth championship in 8 years, and their second three-peat, an unheard of achievement in the history of the sport. But in telling that story, mired with intrigue and furor internally and externally, the docu-series intercuts telling the history of its key players - Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Steve Kerr, Phil Jackson, Denis Rodman - and taking a hard profile look at each of the championship years (as well as the tumultuous two years between while Jordan was "retired".
It's a fascinating documentary, well told, despite the confusing leaping back-and-forth between 97-98 and all other periods. In its efforts to concentrate narratives on specific players and time periods it has to tell the overall story out of sequence which leads to more than a bit of fuzziness in how it's all connected and how it all played out. But I was rapt the whole time watching it. We binged the first 6 rapidly then had to wait a week for two more and another week for the final two parts. It's not like there was any question that the Bulls would win their 6th's championship, but it's the unparalleled insight into the team and its players, both from outside perspectives and from their own recollections.
Produced by Jordan, he had a hand in dispelling his own myth with this series. He's a man of preternatural talent in the game, with unparalleled ambition and drive and that led him to be a very dominant and domineering force on the court and behind the scenes. The astounding rise of his celebrity impacted everything around him and he had to accommodate for that. As such he seemed distant from his teammates instead preferring the company of his security team. He never talks about his family and we only meet his kids briefly in the final episodes as young adults. A much as the series reveals about him, there's still a lot of mystery there. But despite popping the bubble of his smiling, Looney Tunes-playing, Coke-shilling facade, he's still an endlessly captivating person.
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Saturday Night Live operates in waves, talent comes in, talent blows up, talent gets lazy, talent leaves. It's rare for the show to go from megawatt talent to megawatt talent without some waning in-between. At this stage in its run, the current cast is largely long-in-the-tooth, most having been on board for more than 5 years, and the new talent, while good, are certainly not blowing up the spotlight. The biggest buzz the show has these days is the Alec Baldwin impersonation of Trump (and the many many guest stars who come on as Trump cronies or adversaries like Robert DeNiro, Ben Stiller, or John Goodman), which unfortunately casts too much of a shadow over the main cast. I struggle remembering faces and names at times, while of course Kate McKinnon has broken out as its current cast superstar, she's failed to transition that into successful other media as of yet.
What's kind of critical to Saturday Night Live is both it airing on Saturday night, and it being live from New York, in front of a studio audience. Following the dire spread of COVID-19 in NYC and shutting the city down, SNL couldn't verily proceed as scheduled, could it? I think we were all expecting SNL to just call it a season. But they did perhaps the most daring thing they could do, which was let their talent be as creative as possible given the restrictions, and put together a show that was not broadcast live, nor recorded on a Saturday Night.
Veterans McKinnon, Aidy Bryant, Cecily Strong and new recruit Chloe Fineman easily shined, and seemed to garner more individual time than any of their co-stars, producing skits that seemed deeply personal (or in Fineman's case, as impressive show reel for the breadth of her talent).
Tom Hanks, Brad Pitt, and Kristen Wiig were "hosts" of the three SNL at home episodes, but beyond introducing the show with a monologue and closing out the show Hanks (still recovering from his coronavirus infection) didn't do much. Pitt portrayed Anthony Fauchi in an opening sketch, and Wiig managed to participate in a sketch or two, delivering perhaps my favourite sketch of all - Beauty Waves (in which she plays a beauty youtuber facing downward into a phone camera, flopping her hair about to increasingly absurd effect). Oh, we also got a "What's Up With That" which is my all-time favourite recurring sketch, maybe even just for Jason Sudekis' dancing
Weekend update was the best its first week, with both Colin Jost and Michael Che seeming very loose and a little goofy. Che piped in a small group into the feed as an "audience" to hilarious results. Subsequent weeks got more produced and polished which takes away from the charm. Che works best rolling with punches, not buttoned down (and losing his grandmother permitted him a great dunk on Jost). Jost is never better than when things aren't going as planned.
It's not sustainable, SNL at Home, because it takes them away from their core conceit but it's a definite shot in the arm creatively and feels so much fresher than much of what they've been doing in recent years. If SNL has been playing too into youtube-friendly sketches (ever since Andy Samberg and the Lonely Island crew jumped aboard), this may actually be the unexpected evolution, where SNL is pretty much all youtube sketches. Perhaps the show will branch out into both maintaining its live Saturday night show, and it's "At Home" self-recorded skits from its very talented crew.
It puts talent in the spotlight, gives them some much needed freedom to go a bit wilder, weirder and more personal. Plus I loved gawking around their various houses/apartments.
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Welcome back, Clone Wars, you'll be missed, again.
You know I love Star Wars. I also like Star Wars. And at times I'm not too happy with Star Wars. When The Clone Wars first came out, I was in the "not too happy" camp. So it took me a long, long time to get into. About a decade or so. Once I got into it, I had to get past the animation, which I only recently learned was designed to resemble Greek relief carvings. That makes sense, but still, it's really wonky to look at. By the end of Season 5 and the subsequent "lost Season" I was more or less back in "happy mode" with the franchise.
But if there's one thing I love about Clone Wars, it's Ahsoka Tano. If it's another it's clone Captain Rex. And this final season gives us plenty of both. It kicks off with a 4-part arc, "The Bad Batch", which is a completed and updated version of the arc that ran in animatic form on starwars.com for a number of years. I can see why they went with this, first given that it was almost complete already it's probably cost-efficient, plus it throws the viewer right back into the reality of the clones, and their complicated existence.
The second arc finds Ahsoka having a hard time, befriending a mechanic in the lower decks of Coruscant, only to become between sisters and get embroiled in a spice run gone wrong, and face down a nasty criminal empire. To be honest, the arc is a little corny, and heavy handed at times, but in between its action and intrigue, it provides exposition as to Ahsoka's position in life, how she got there, and why she chooses to stay. Together the two arcs successfully lead into the final arc of the series.
The denouement, however, is possibly the best in the entirety of this 7-season series. Ahsoka has to face the Jedi council as Mandalor pleads for help in the wake of Maul's rule. The council, already aware that the Sith are in their end game in the Clone War, cannot spare much but give Ahsoka Rex's battalion. They take to Mandalor where civil war erupts, and Ahsoka faces down Maul 1-on-1. It's epic, but that's just the beginning. This arc dovetails with the events of Revenge of the Sith and the moments where both Maul and Ahsoka become aware of a deep disturbance in the Force are absolutely spine tingling. It's not long before Ahsoka has to deal with a ship full of clones responding to Order 66, eliminate all Jedi.
The fight coordination is next level, one particular fight actually animated with motion capture with Ray Park reprising his physical position as Maul. It's astounding. As well, the score from Kevin Kiner is easily the highest watermark in the series. Opting for something more "Tangerine Dream"rather than "John Williams" it's a wonderful deviation into synths instead of orchestral, and it works so damn well. Where usually the music in Clone Wars is forgettable, here it adds to the weight of everything going on, it pushes everything making it feel even weightier than Revenge of the Sith itself.
These two characters from outside the film series are given the full spotlight here, knowing that they'll reemerge in Star Wars Rebels (and beyond?) but providing one hell of a story showing how they got there. It closes out the Clone Wars admirably and gives us more of the two greatest characters in the whole pantheon.
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The first season of Shrill gave SNL star Aidy Bryant a vehicle and a voice that seemed to be right where she felt at home. It explored being a fat woman in modern America through the eyes of a journalist attempting to find some peace with herself as well as her place in the world. There are a lot of systemic structures that oppress people, based on skin color, or name, gender or physical size or physical capabilities. We're in a time where we're confronting those structures, more aggressively than ever, but also experiencing almost sinister resistance to it. The first season felt the weight of that offensive - but not immovable - wall.
The second season picks up immediately after Annie has confronted her cyberbully and put a rock through his car window. She's emboldened and empowered, but the reality is she tore her life up. She chewed out her mom, quit her job, and settled down with Ryan, who treated her like absolute garbage when they were first just hooking up. A month later, she's struggling with the fallout of her actions. Her mom took off to Vancouver and isn't talking to anyone, she's cozying up in a love nest with Ryan to the exclusion of her friends, and she's more broke than ever with no one willing to give her a paying gig (offers of interships though) despite acknowledging her talent.
Season 2 of Shrill doesn't lighten up on the subject matter, but the show's tone has noticeably shifted. I think the first season had some reliance up the source novel by Lindy West, but season two feels more like Bryant's comedic sensibilities coming through. What could be awkward or tense situations are disarmed by their absurdity, and the performances are slightly broader comedically. The addition of Jo Firestone (Joe Pera Talks To You) and some other spotlighted minor side characters who fill out the crazy world of the Register (with David Cameron Mitchell's egocentric Gabe being even more overshadowed by Patti Harrison's eccentric Ruthie) makes the world of Shrill feel well rounded, while Annie passes all focus to Fran (Lolly Adefope) for an amazing episode where they attend Fran's cousin's wedding and we get a peek into Nigerian-immigrant culture and Fran has to face down her judgemental family.
Maybe not Shrill's best moment, but certainly my favourite, finds Annie facing down her cyberbully again, trying to interview him for a story, and the dynamic between Beck Bennett and Bryant is probably as broadly comic as the series gets, almost too silly for an otherwise grounded show, but it's for a very pointed purpose, and also results in huge laughs.
I was a little intimidated to venture into Season 2 to start, hoping Annie's train-wreck life wouldn't continue down that path, but the tonal shift, the ability to put focus on other characters, and to truly show Annie's growth (as well as some very pointed commentaries, like the Natasha Lyonne-directed episode dedicated to the commercialization of feminism) made for truly remarkable programming that make me eager for season 3 (confirmed).
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