KWIF: The Furious (+4)

 KWIF=Kent's Week in Film. Not as much watching happening this past week as I'd have liked, but there was turkey and pumpkin pie and time with friends...so... hard to really complain.

This Week:
The Furious (2025, d. Kenji Tanigaki - Crave)
Blue Heron (2025, d. Sophy Romvari - Crave)
The Girl Who Cried Pearls (2025, d.  Chris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski - Crave)
Mad God (2021, Phil Tippett - Tubi)
The Devil At Your Heels (1982, Robert Fortier - CFB/youtube)

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I still have a strong recollection of going to see The Raid with Toasty back in 2012, and being thrilled by the visceral hand-to-hand combat that was its raison d'etre, as well as the video-gamey tower crawl aspect to it. I also recall Toasty was kind of bored by it, numb from the repetitive violence and lack of real plot.  The Raid 2 was an even more visceral and gruelling affair, one that Lady Kent compared to pornography.  It's been a minute since we've had a big crossover hit like those Raid films, but The Furious is most definitely the latest and possibly greatest.

The Furious is a pan-Asian action film that tries to build a bridge between the bone-crunching ultra-violence of The Raid and the playfulness of classic Jackie Chan action movies, and it both succeeds and fails in making that connection.

The plot finds Wei (Xie Miao), a mute Chinese tradesman with a mysterious past working in an unnamed Southeast Asian city (we could never be certain if we were talking Hong Kong or somewhere in the Philippians or elsewhere). His daughter Rainy (Yan Enyou) has been visiting him from her grandmother's in China, but they're soon to be separated again. There have been a spate of child kindappings in the city, and a reporter, Matia Pham (Jeeja Yanin), investigating the disappearances has gone missing herself.  

When Rainy is abducted, Wei, with a particular set of skills, goes in pursuit. Along the way he meets Matia's husband, Navin (Joe Taslim) who is following his wife's research in search of her.  Together, with a tremendous amount of physical exertion, they start pulling apart the criminal empire that keeps getting higher up the social food chain in the city.

The draw of the picture is, without a doubt, the fight choreography.  Within the visceral and sometimes bloody brawls of the film, there's also a classic sort of balletic nature to the rhythm and flow of the movements. Point-counterpoint-counter-counterpoint. The performers, all tremendously gifted, and the stunt team have doubtlessly taken inspiration from the way Jackie Chan uses his environments (or, rather, sets up his environments to be used) and so there's frequently a clever playfulness to how the fighting progresses.  

While our protagonists Wei and Navin are obviously going to the be the special characters of this film who take an absolute drubbing but keep on moving, Miao and Taslim still perform the injuries they receive and we do see the fallout of some of the attacks on them.  Likewise the bad guys and especially the mobs of bad guys don't go down with one punch or hit, they keep on getting up and making a nuisance of themselves.

The two best fights in the film feature Brian Le (Everything Everywhere All At Once) as Ho, the idiot son of the human trafficker, Mr. Song (Sahajak Boonthanakit).  Le is a bull of a man, and is shockingly agile, which is usually counter-intuitive for larger men. The first fight is in a two-tier loading bay, and finds Wei and Navin taking on Ho together while Song is firing a shotgun at them.  The next time they meet, Wei and Navin are already taking on the big bad of the film and his bow-and-arrow-and-knife-wielding henchmen in a multi-level police station when Ho inserts himself into the fight and it becomes two-on-two-on-one-on-four. It's a dizzyingly delightful display of fight choreography as the men all switch between fighting partners and at any given time are fending off more than one attacker while also meting out their own choice strikes.

The only thing that holds The Furious back is its plot. Our central protagonists are great, the bad guys are sufficiently nasty, and almost every performer, whether in English, Cantonese or another language all are pretty solid to exceptional (even the child actors are quite good). There's the appropriate investment in the characters to show who they are and why they care about what they're doing, why they're willing to go to such lengths, that the plot is decently involving. And yet, the action is often so playful that it's hard to fully have fun with it all when child trafficking is the main thrust of the story. 

The team behind this delightfully spans the continent, with Chinese, Indonesian and Thai performers, a Japanese director and stunt team, shot in Thailand with Hong Kong funding. I would really love to see this whole cast reunited for an adventure lighter in tone, something I couldn't imagine with The Raid crew.

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I have been trying to make a point of partaking in more Canadian content this year. Part of it is souring on America as a result of its current state, from its global influences, the wars its started, and tariffs its levied, to the continued promotion of capitalism above all and the many, many, many civil right abuses.  There's something wrong with America, and it's not new.  Whenever I watch a film or television show, old or new, that flirts with "Americana", I flinch.   Part of that is the familiarity. A steady diet for nearly half a century on American media, I have seen all this before, but now I'm all too keenly aware of the darker underbelly of Americana and where it leads. 

What I haven't had as much media exposure to is Canadian content, and in my concerted effort to ingest more CanCon, I've been finding it very rewarding to see how Canadian filmmaking is so often so different from the Hollywood system, especially if the filmmakers are letting go of any pretension of trying to present as American.

Blue Heron was being lauded by critics earlier this year, and, in the choices I made in the time of its theatrical release locally, I didn't manage to see it because I watching other stuff. But it remained on my watchlist, despite it being ...well... not my usual type of escapist fare.

The story of Blue Heron is segmented into two halves of a connected whole. The first half is set in the mid 1990's on Vancouver Island, while the second half is set modern day across the water in Vancouver. 

In the first half we open with a family of four moving into their new home on the island.  The mother and father (Iringó Réti and Ádám Tompa) are Hungarian immigrants, but their children - teen Jeremy (Edik Beddoes), non-identical twins Henry and Felix, and youngest Sasha (Eylul Guven) - are all very English-speaking first generation Canadians. 

Much of the film delivered from Sasha's perspective, though scenes extend out to her parents and the conversations they have in private. Jeremy has a personality disorder, categorized by an otherwise unhelpful psychiatrists as oppositional defiance disorder (it is as it sounds, he's defiant of authority figures and seems to take at least a modicum of pleasure or amusement in challenging the norms set out for him).

Americanized films live in the heightened drama of such stories, but here writer-director Sophy Romvari, working from her own personal experiences, lives in the memories and the moments of life with a family member having a mental health crisis. Sasha, being around 9 or 10, doesn't seem to have full awareness of what is happening around the house. To her, there's a sense of normalcy to it all. Jeremy has always been like this so she doesn't know his behavior is abnormal. Romvari sits with the conversations of the parents, the anxiety and exhaustion, the hurt and despair, the fear and tension that Jeremy's behaviour impacts upon them and their efforts to find help. But Romvari is also clear to highlight that there are good times as well with Jeremy, that he is, after all, family, even if he seems distanced from it.

Through one of the most effective, efficient, and elegant of time-jumping transitions committed to film, we find ourselves with Sasha in her 30s (Amy Zimmer), now making movies and trying to reckon with her memories of her brother. She arranges a case study of her brother, and has a team of psychotherapists approach the subject from a modern standpoint. Sasha engages with her brother's therapist from that era, and talks with her mother for her point of view. You could almost believe you stepped out of a drama and into a documentary.

But then Sasha goes back to her childhood home, and the eras merge as Sasha's memories are reawakened of that time, of the time the social worker came to visit and take Jeremy away.  This blending of time, of having Sasha visit her family in the past is a sort of spiritual, metaphorical journey, not a literal one, but cinematically it's so exciting. The hairs on my arms stood up on end.

Romvari's short film work, apparently, has delved extensively into crossing the streams of documentary and fiction. Blue Heron is a logical feature length extension of that idea. This film is so pointedly specific and contains such emotional truth, that it's evident the director has deep familiarity with the familial struggles, the subject matter, and the feelings on display. And yet there's a veil in front of the lens that adds a layer of distance, allows for some beautiful filmmaking, some subtly pretty cinematography, clever editing, and powerfully understated storytelling.

What makes this so Canadian is its reservedness, it's lack of desire to go big or go broad in its drama (that, and it's inclusion of the House Hippos ad as well as a choice bit or two of 90's Canadiana in its soundtrack). There are no immediate stakes, no big performances, no massive outbursts, no over-statements at all. It's a story about a time, a place and the people who inhabit it, the emotions of the time and the lingering effect it can all have.  Yet, it still makes some daring storytelling swings which pay off so wonderfully that this may be my favourite film of the year.

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The Girl Who Cried Pearls is a Canadian animated short film clocking in around 25 minutes in length that went on to win its directors their second Academy Award this year (in the animated short film category, naturally... their first was in 2008 for Madame Tutli-Puttli).

Their medium of choice is stop-motion animation and the first thing that I notice whenever watching a stop-motion animation is the fine details, and here we enter the film into a large, elegant chamber...an office or personal library of someone quite wealthy (a clear view of the Eiffel Tower out the window). A little girl is exploring the space, a particular jewellery box catching her eye, when the creak of the floorboard and a shadow in the doorway send her hiding under the desk.  

The room is beautifully decorated and immaculately curated, all of it had to be produced in miniature and an active environment for hands to get in and manipulate the figures and space as need be.  It's beautiful craftsmanship to be admired.

The shadow turns out to be the girl's grandfather, who proceeds to tell her the story of what's in the jewellery box. He tells of his poor, orphan life, scraping to get by on the rough streets, hiding out in a half-condemned house right next to a poor family. He falls in love with the young daughter who cries herself to sleep every night, witnessing her increasingly tragic conditions through a crack in the wall. At night, her tears turn to pearls, and in the morning she sweeps them into the cracks of the walls before anyone can notice.

The boy then takes the pearls to a pawnbroker, a nasty, greedy man who short changes the kid and validates the pearls with a local jeweller, and is then pressured to bring more. But the boy just wants the girl to be happy, and uses his gains to buy her a present... with no more pearls to come.

There's a twist to all this, but suffice to say there's a real beauty to the stop motion, even when we are in the poor, desperate lives of these children, the settings still feel so alive with character. The characters on the other hand are relatively expressionless, their mouths and eyes not even moving, like puppets.  The colour and texture, though, of the characters, their skin, aping the overall colour palette of the movie, is a melange of earth tones, like stepping out of an Edvard Munch painting.

It's a very unique, visually captivating production, so it's all the more a shame that it has one of my greatest storytelling pet peeves (which I share with Lady Kent) which is when a character is telling a first-person story but then relaying details of scenes where they were not present. It happens twice in the film, including it's big climactic reveal and it's just like needles in the back of my brain.

Not not recommended, but also not fully endorsed either.

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Animation is an arduous process regardless of the format but stop motion seems to be the most painstaking because of the tangibility of it all, that all the characters and environments and props and details must exist in real space, in reality, and that, most of the time, they have to be hand crafted for the project.

Phil Tippett is a master and innovator of stop motion and digital special effects, having worked on Star Wars, Robocop, Starship Troopers and many more. Mad God was a project he started in 1990 and wouldn't wind up finishing for over 30 years (when he returned to it, he Kickstarted the project for funding and completed it with the aid of band of volunteers).

The result of all that effort is a dialogue-free surreal exploratory adventure into a playfully nightmarish reality that may be a post-apocalyptic world or some kind of underworld (or more than likely a collision of the two).  There's not so much a plot to the story as there are connected events that give you a sense of this reality and the tumultuous cycles of violence and madness that it is stuck in.

As nasty and sometimes gross as the world of Mad God is, it doesn't seem to be striving to be offensive. It's playful in how it tortures and mutilates and squishes its denizens, like in a demented vaudevillian manner.  The soundtrack is mostly tranquil and atmospheric from Dan Wool, accompanying the ample sound effects and grunts and groans.

There appears to be a clear dividing line in the film though from Tippett's earliest efforts to his return to the project after learning digital effects and the result, for me, is that the second and third acts are that much less appealing than the first. Once Tippet starts incorporating live action performers into his sets and scenarios and using digital effects more extensively in the sequences, it kind of loses some of it magic.  Still, so much of it remains marvellous to behold, a rare example of pure creativity on screen.

I have to wonder about the title. Is the god angry, or crazy? Is Tippett, the creator and torturer of all these creatures within in actuality the titular character?

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Last week I wrote about The Stunt Driver, in which Jay Baruchel plays Canadian stunt driver Ken Carter as he attempts to bring to life his dream of jumping a rocket car over the Saint Lawrence River. It may sound like an absurd comedy, but Ken Carter was a very real person, and the stunt was a very real one.  That film, directed by Michael Dowse, was directly inspired by The Devil At Your Heels, a documentary film from Robert Fortier, produced by the National Film Board of Canada.

I only just learned that the NFB has made their library of films available on-line, both via their website and on youtube (and perhaps other portals as well), which meant I had no reason not to follow up my viewing of The Stunt Driver with The Devil At Your Heels.

While I really liked The Stunt Driver it's hard to escape the fact that it's not quite reality. What Dowse's narrative film does is expand some of the peripheral people in Carter's life (like his wife, Gloria, or Dick Keller, the engineer of the rocket car) as well as contract and consolidate people and events of the story to simplify the narrative.

What The Devil At Your Heels reveals is that truth is indeed stranger than fiction, and the roller coaster ride Carter went on to try and stage his big stunt is much wilder in reality than what's actually in The Stunt Driver.

As much as Dowse and Baruchel try and give you a sense of who Ken Carter/Kenneth Gordon Poleschuck actually was (with Baruchel in his first really transformative role), they capture the broad strokes (and elaborate on those strokes) while this documentary really lets you wriggle around inside the man's brain.

Director Fortier (also a major supporting character in The Stunt Driver) really got in deep with Carter, it seemed the man had few walls up when it came to talking about how he felt in any given situation. Carter was a resilient man, physically, and a daring man, one who was very conscientious about the risks he was taking, and was more than willing and ready to take them.

The drama of The Devil At Your Heels is in the timing. Taking place in five sections (years one to five), and it is very much a procedural on how to actually get a stunt of this magnitude made. It takes a lot of money and a lot of people, it takes investors and inventors, it becomes for a day or two or three, an industry all its own.

The culmination of the stunt, which is told from a more fictionalized perspective in The Stunt Driver, is shocking here, the players involved are quite different.  It's exciting and sad and terrifying all at once. Where often a documentary makes a nice companion piece to the narrative film, I think it's quite the opposite here. The Stunt Driver makes for a fun companion to The Devil At Your Heels.

The Devil At Your Heels is an utterly captivating, incredibly structured, very well shot film with Fortier perfectly embedded with his subject to create a tremendously Canadian profile of a tremendous Canadian.

31 Days of Halloween: Heart Eyes

2025, Josh Ruben (Werewolves Within) -- download

We saw his werewolf movie back in 2021 but not part of any Halloween fest. 

It's not a proper seasonal event without a slasher flick. But how about a romcom slasher flick, with all the tropes, like enough to make a Hallmarkie post from it, as long as you skip past the "returns to their PST" bit? Essentially, an infamous serial killer only slays couples, and always on Valentine's Day, and all over the country. And then our "really don't like each other" pair get mistaken for a couple and ... slashing time!

Ally (Olivia Holt, Jingle Bell Heist) is an ad exec who came up with a rather bleak, but incredibly stylish ad campaign for a ( ... a ... ?) jewelry company (essentially run by Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine) which not only fails but also draws the ire of the country due to the toneless similarities to the serial murders going on. So, Valentina brings in hotshot freelance ad man, Jay (Mason Gooding, Scream) to work with Ally, or else she is fired.

I should mention the meet-cute preamble where Ally whines to her bestie (Gigi Zumbado, DMV; a true joy in this role) about how she's about to be fired, orders a complicated coffee drink which just happens to be the same complicated coffee drink that a guy orders, and as they banter, they bop heads -- a number of times, drawing blood. And yes, the guy is Jay.

Ally also has an ex she is unhealthily obsessing over, who she happens to bump (no head bops though) into outside the resto where her and Jay are supposed to be meeting to strategize on a new campaign, but turns into a flirting, get-to-know-you meet cute, but which Ally savagely guts with her opinions of Jay. But outside, when she sees said ex, she grabs Jay and kisses him; you know, the classic "make the ex jealous" thing. Except, Heart Eyes or HEK (heart eyes killer) sees them and .... begin the real movie!

This movie is totally ridiculous, almost farcical in nature, except when its dealing with Jay and Ally. They are played as the straight romcom potential couple. Everything around them is unhinged. The cops who investigate the preamble / intro murder at a vineyard (loathsome influencer couple get squished in grape squisher) are named Hobbs and Shaw ("like, in the movie?" what movie?) and don't seem to mind getting covered in the blood & gore of the victims. When Ally and Jay are initially attacked and chased, Jay gets knocked unconscious, and Ally ends up briefly defeating HEK. The police appear and Jay is arrested as the HEK based solely on his initials on a ring found at the last crime scene. And the two just end incredulous while also focusing solely on their ... romantic entanglement. 

I am once again challenged by my first reaction being that this movie is a "lot of fun." But it knows that the idea of a serial killer slaying a bunch of couples, and any random passerby who gets in his way, is not fun. When Jay and Ally escape the HEK the second time they end up at a midway / drive-in populated by tons of couples. They are just trying to get lost in the crowd, but eventually realized they are the ones getting a ton of people killed, and decide its time to fight back. They know its not fun for anyone, despite them getting all schmoopy over each other. An immense amount of the fun is that this is a ridiculous situation, and they begin to get it. 

In the end, the mash-up of the genres played complete straight is what made the movie enjoyabled. 

31 Days of Halloween: I Married a Witch

1942,  René Clair (And Then There Were None) -- download

Of note, as we watch one or more episodes of "Below" or "Carrie" every night, until they are gone, I notice I am sacrificing movies. I don't want to write about each episode, as the whole (conclusion?) will be the proper writeup, but... I will probably plug in some fillers later on the month, but admittedly I don't have as many choices The Peanut Gallery is not interested in this year.

Cute. Made by a French film director during his American exile during WWII, this movie is a comic fantasy about two burned-at-the-stake witches from Salem who come back to "life" when the tree that has entombed them is struck by lighting. The witches have laid a curse upon the family who condemned them, causing all the men in the family line to marry/love "the wrong woman". They, Jennifer (Veronica Lake, This Gun for Hire; interesting, though her name is common place in "classic black & white movies" I could look at her list and identify a single one that stood out) and her father Daniel (Cecil Kellaway, Harvey), come out of the tree as Wallace Wooley (Frederic March, Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde), a man set upon becoming Governor, is about to marry Estelle (Susan Hayward, The Fighting Seabees), though its very apparent that she is only doing this because her father, backing Wooley's campaign, demands it of her. Jennifer immediately sets about ruining his life, that is, until her love potion backfires.

Screwball comedy. Kent's been wading through the tag, much to my surprise, so he has a better handle on what makes one screwball, but in this one, its because Jennifer is constantly wandering around making Wally's life worse, even when she shifts gears for him instead of against him. Apparently Lake and March did not get along on set, her going so far to fiddle with his faddle under the table when the cameras were waist up. He was 25 years her senior then but didn't appreciate this new upstart actor playing games with him. But to be honest, she was absolutely stunning, and really into this oddball, and more than a little naughty, role.

So, yeah Jennifer and her father emerge from the tree as wisps of smoke. While Daddy sets about causing chaos at the "Pilgrim Hotel", Jennifer uses it as an opportunity to become a once again fully formed female, who Wally rushes into the burning hotel to save. She's naked, but they find a decent fur coat and leather boots, and escape out a door just before the place collapses. She's not exactly skilled in what it means to be human, but Wally isn't noticing.

The fire actually propels campaign hopefuls forward, but kind of ruins his chances of getting married, as Jennifer ends up in his bed over night. She wants him to fall for her, he still loves his fiancé, I guess, sort of? She's a bit of a shrew. But Daniel reminds Jennifer of love potions, exceeeept, she gets bonked on the head by a painting and accidentally quaffs down the cold refreshing ... love potion. So, now Jennifer may still be an Evil Witch set upon destroying humanity, except she really loves Wally. Well, Magically Really. 

Once she has successfully ruined any chances of Wally marrying Estelle, which also ruins any chance of him becoming Governor, she admits she's a witch and proves it by magic-ing up a complete landslide win -- the opposition doesn't even vote for themself. Except Daddy isn't happy with that and takes away her powers; she should not be telling the Mortals what she really is. 

The couple tries to escape but their cab driver has been replaced by Daddy, who flies the cab, and then slams it into the tree, killing the two of them (dark!). A grieving Wally returns Jennifer's body to the country inn where the two witches first spied Wallace and Jennifer revives her body, which is returned to full witchy power, and traps Daddy in a bottle of whiskey.

Some time later we see the happy family, three kids, one of whom is starting to show her own witchy powers.  And Daddy is still in the whiskey bottle, which is corked under a heavy duty weight and behind a pad-locked door over the mantle. The End.

I wonder what the state of Witches of Halloween was during the making of this movie. I mean, The Wizard of Oz was only a few years ago, and the classic image of the green faced hag in a pointy hat must have made many a costume party in years following, but there is nary a trope in this movie, but for spells and riding a broom. Part of me also wonders whether this movie, and the novel from which it was based, was inspiration for the later TV series Bewitched.

31 Days of Halloween: Lee Cronin's The Mummy

2026, Lee Cronin (The Hole in the Ground) -- download

Not The Mummy, not The Mummy, and not even the reboot of Brendan Fraser Mummy franchise, but a mummy movie by Irish director Lee Cronin.

The preamble begins in Egypt, the countryside, where a lovely family sings songs in the car on the drive back from buying groceries. Unfortunately the family pet has died bloodily and the parents descend into the basement to check on the sarcophagus hidden there. "Is he awake?" mom hisses. They crack the seal, get a few jump scares and then dad is impaled by one of the winch hooks, and mom lets him die. We can assume that whatever is mummified in there, wrapped in loose leathery bands, has been satiated.

Years later, an American family, dad (Jack Reynor, The Peripheral) is a reporter seeking out a new job back in the US. Mom (Laia Costa, Devils) is a nurse, and expecting a new child soon, and they have two young kids, Katie and Seb. Unfortunately, and yes, that is a thing in horror movies (every reveal is followed by an unfortunately) Katie has made "friends" with a creepy lady who offers her candy and magic tricks, and unfortunately an evil spell. As a sandstorm engulfs the city, Katie is stolen away. The dedicated but beleaguered police don't give them much hope in finding her alive.

We then switch gears to a plane crash, where the aforementioned sarcophagus is discovered in the wreckage. Its eight years later. The family has relocated to Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is distractingly shot in ... Spain. They live with their abuela (Veronica Falcón, Jungle Cruise), in her old house full of character. And they get the call; Katie has been found. Yes, a teenage girl was found mummified in leathery wrappings inside the sarcophagus from the plane crash. And she's fucking alive, but "locked in", severely abused and deformed. In probably not the most advisable decision, they immediately transfer her back to the US and into the family home.

Yeah, with the abuse and trauma she must have experienced, especially considering the horror show appearance of her body, she would be institutionalised. But, and it is implied, maybe the family doesn't have the money for that, as it is the US.

They have Katie (Natalie Grace, The Drone That Saved Christmas) back, but they also have the new daughter Maudie. They have guilt and horror and resentment that has just built up over the eight years. And they have this creepy looking, grey skinned, creaking, cracking, clacking ... child... in a bed, covered in scars, with nasty toenails that likely would have been cleaned up in the hospital, but ....

Meanwhile back in Egypt, the young police officer (May Calamawy, The Actor) who was originally on the Katie Case, is obsessed with figuring out what happened with her when she was taken, the sarcophagus, the state of her, etc. and starts learning of the woman who did this to Katie.

The final act slips from Katie just being a traumatized young woman returned to her grieving family into ... well, full blown The Exorcist meets The Evil Dead and considering Cronin's last movie, I would completely believe he was directed to go in this ... direction. I am not saying its bad, as it is properly creepy and weird and gorey, but it escalated away from eerie to full-blown monstrous, giving up any attempt to temper the "action". 

To be honest, the scene that horrified me the most was when mom tries to clip one of those big nasty toe nails and accidentally pulls a strip of flesh from her shin, in one of those scenes that harkens to what people think might happen when they pull at a persistent hang nail... riiiiiip. Except, there is meaning in that strip of "flesh".

I did not dislike the movie, but I did feel there was some meddling go on. For example, the whole "set in New Mexico" aspect of it was ... entirely misplaced. They are supposed to be returning to where the mother was raised, but her accent is so very very Spain Spanish, not Mexican or Mexican-American. I almost felt as if Cronin was wanting to give the movie a very del Toro vibe, but was edged out of that idea at the last moment.

KWIF: stunts meet concrete

We interrupt the 31 days of halloween for a temporary respite into non-spooky, non-scary territory. 
KWIF=Kent's Week(ish) in Film. I tend to write these things on weekends, but I also watch most films on weekends and sometimes time doesn't allow for both. There was appointment viewings in theatres this past week, movies that I suspect would come and go rather briskly that I really wanted to see, so I made a point of getting to them before some of the bigger films of the fall (eg. Primetime, Digger), and also getting Lady Kent out to them as well (a rare but enjoyable treat). And then I did a bit of companion watching.

This Week:
The History of Concrete (2026, d. John Wilson - in theatres)
The Stunt Driver (2026, d. Michael Dowse - in theatres)
The Stunt Man (1980, d. Richard Rush - tubi)
Stunt Rock (1978, d. Brian Trenchard-Smith - tubi)

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I really, really enjoyed the HBO series How To With John Wilson (Season 1 | 2 | 3) and it's still so sad to me that we've been without more John Wilson for three years now.

If you didn't watch the show, well... how to describe? Wilson is an avid videographer, travelling with his camera running capturing unique details and keeping meticulous notes on what he's captured. In How To... Wilson would explore (sort of) a "how to" topic (kind of) through an array of edited-together images from his vast library of footage, to punctuate (or counter-punch) a point, while pontificating on the topic at hand in voice-over in his uniquely dry, humorous, stammering fashion (his episode on scaffolding has resulted in Mayor Mamdani taking action). He would also have interviews set-up to discuss the subject matter at hand, but would also talk to strangers he encountered on the streets and wind up deviating from the topic at hand into these curious and unique tangents, which he would then attempt to bring back around to the topic at hand. How To... was a wholly unique and neurodivergent lens (I'm not even certain Wilson is neurodivergent, but his storytelling style very much is) with which to view our world.

With only a few Wealthsimple ads to tide us over in the years since, Wilson finally returns with a full length feature (101 minutes) that isn't a How To... movie but, you know, basically is.  

The History of Concrete, technically, is a documentary, but what it's documenting isn't really what it says on the label, and how it's documenting it is pretty singular (unless taken in the context of Wilson's prior work, at which point, it's more of the same...and that's not a negative, far from it).

Every episode of How To... would open with Wilson's voice over welcoming us by way of images of the city he loves: "Hey New York" is bascially Wilson's catch phrase at this point. This film opens with Wilson delightfully playing with such. For the familiar and the fans, it's like a door being opened and welcomed into a friend's house. They may have redecorated and moved things around, added an extension on back and slapped on a coat of paint, but it's still familiar, and inviting.

Wilson's entry point into thinking about and exploring concrete comes from his pitiful attempt to self-patch some concrete outside his house in hopes of preventing so much basement flooding during heavy rains. His poor patch job, critiqued harshly by a neighbour, sparks the idea for a film project...and then he has to pitch to get funding. There's no tension here...it's clear that we're watching a film that's been made, but it does start the narrative that even Wilson's ambling camera is still answerable to someone.

Exploring the cement thread, both its strength and frailty, takes Wilson to Rome to look at ancient concrete structures and ask strangers who don't speak English as to the secret of how the structures have lasted so long to futile effect. Returning home, he encounters in Queens a "spiritual" 52-day, 3100 mile marathon run on the cement sidewalk around a high school and returns throughout the film to check in on its progress. He visits a concrete convention in Vegas, and ponders New York concrete structures that are coming apart. 

Wilson's approach to the topic is both humorous and informative, but also hardly being hard-hitting investigative journalism. His interest takes him deep into industry as well as onto the surface, including the only sidewalk-gum-removal business in the city, and then tangentially, like into tattoo preservation (unless you're already familiar with this practice, you're not ready for it when you see it).

The History of Concrete returns Wilson to the more personal nature of How To...'s first season. Wilson's gateway into the world of concrete, but he's also documenting his career successes and failures, like being at a celebrity dinner hosted by GQ as one of their "Men of the year" and also losing a Depends advertisement gig. The decision to make a documentary feature, in the current environment, finds purse strings clutched tight unless it's about murder or a musician... and so Wilson goes out in search of a musician to document, a tangent that gets simultaneously dark and hopeful, presented with both humour and empathy.

It doesn't matter if you've seen How To... to enjoy The History of Concrete. Sure there are a few nods in the early minutes to, well, Wilson's life as presented previously in How To... that will get knowing "ahhhhs" out of fans but really, just like any episode of How To... it stands as a singular document that works just fine on its own, but also better as part of the whole.

Does The History of Concrete truly elevate itself to "cinematic" status, does it truly differentiate itself from from what we've seen on HBO or Vimeo? No, not in any major way, but that's the sign of Wilson making his art authentically. While some AI may have stolen his voice, I don't think there's any way to truly emulate Wilson's collages, or his ability to connect (or disconnect) with people, and to go where the vibes take him and his camera. There will no doubt be emulators, weirdo kids who grew up on Wilson's style and try to replicate that, but I don't know if Wilson's work will ever not feel unique.

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The trailer for The Stunt Driver plays like it's a "Heritage Minute", which, if you're not Canadian you're probably not familiar with. "Heritage Minutes" are 60-second full-cast productions that present snapshots of Canadian history, like Jacques Cartier misunderstanding what the natives were saying and thinking the land was called Canada, or Joe Shuster handing off a drawing of a man in tights to his friend Lois as he boards a train.  

"Heritage Minutes" have never really gone away, but they hit sporadically, and they've been cropping up in theatres lately, both classics and newer ones. There were little tip-offs in The Stunt Driver trailer that this wasn't legit...mainly because there was so many scenes edited together. 

I thought The Stunt Driver, based on the trailer, would be a retro-styled mockumentary, following a very hoser-accented Canadian in the late-1970s as he dares to be daring, and aspires for a big jump over the St. Lawrence River. It seemed so heightened and silly and embracing the era with all the hair and polyester and wood panelling and stubby beer bottles... and, Jay Baruchel in the lead... like, this had to be a comedy right?

But it turns out The Stunt Driver is based on a very real person, stunt driver Ken Carter (Kenneth Gordon Poleschuk), and his big idea to jump the St. Lawrence was very, very real.

It also turns out I had some memory of Ken Carter sitting deep in the recesses of my brain. I don't remember much, but little pieces of trivia were sitting there that kept smacking me upside the head as I watched this dramatic-but-with-a-light-touch film about this specific period of time in his life.

Carter (Jay Baruchel), "The Mad Canadian", performed his stunts around the world, and like pro-wrestlers and football players, put his body and his life on the line for entertainment. In his late 30's, hobbled by injuries but undeterred, he scoffed at cross-border rival Evel Knievel's attempt to "jump" the Snake River Canyon in a rocket, and was determined to have his own, more inspirational (and successful) jump.

He gets rocket car designer Dick Keller (Ed Helms) to help him on his crazy quest, and enlists sports agent Bill Wilkins (Dan Bakkedahl) to sell the TV rights to ABC's Wide World of Sports. Carter's wife, Gloria, is fully supportive, though they both dream that the success of such a stunt will be enough for a comfortable retirement.

What follows is a string of setbacks that start to sink Carter into a hole, both financially and emotionally.  Time twists on and Carter can't seem to quite get off the ground. Literal years pass, but the dream never dies... that is until his first successful test of the rocket car shakes him to his core and he never quite recovers.

Presented in a 4:3 aspect ratio with, most likely digital cameras with a digital grain process added to make the film look like TV of the era (with actual footage of Carter's jumps, and crashes, judiciously cut in), the film feels incredibly Canadian, as it should. It's not a film that's mythmaking or putting an idol on a pedestal, it's a film about a very human man, and I found Carter's motivations and fears very touching.  

It's also a film about failure, and about having to live with the spectre of failure, something that Carter really couldn't shake. A couple of points in the movie, Carter states that he does what he does to be remembered... but he was forgotten anyway. Director Dowse and Baruchel -in his first really transformative role- do a really great job at resurrecting his memory, but, unfortunately, there were only 7 people at my screening. Hopefully its jump to streaming gets more eyes on it.

While Evel Knievel has cemented his place in American pop-culture history, Ken Carter didn't ever reach the same place of notoriety in Canada. In some respects films like The Stunt Driver, just pure Canadiana, are essential to our entertainment ecosystem. I have yet to watch the NFB documentary The Devil At Your Heels from which much of this film was derived, but I imagine that there were more than a few elements added or excised for dramatic and comedic effect.  This is a truly solid, stoic, entertaining piece of Canadian cinema that respects its subject when it could have pushed the comedy to real extremes, perhaps to bigger success, but less authenticity.

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The Stunt Man was given three Oscar nods at the 1981 Academy Awards. Richard Rush was tipped for best director, Peter O'Toole as best actor, and best writing (adapted) for Rush and Lawrence B. Marcus. I wasn't aware of this film until six or seven years ago. I had added it to my watchlist in letterboxd very early on in using that app, though I don't remember exactly when I did so or what triggered it.

Based on the novel of the same name by Paul Brodeur, it finds Cameron (Steve Railsback), a Vietnam veteran, on the run from the law. We don't really learn why until deep into the third act. He narrowly escapes arrest and, while running, finds himself on a bridge facing a car that's seemingly trying to run him down. He lobs a piece of scrap at the windshield and dives out of the way. The car disappears into the river below... but it's not long before people and vehicles and helicopters start appearing...Cameron's on a film set and he sort of just killed the stunt driver.

But not to worry, for auteur director Eli Cross (O'Toole), the show must go on. It cannot afford the shut-down time of a police investigation nor any other delay.  The only reasonable answer is for Cameron to pose as the now deceased stunt man, with promises of excellent pay and a ticket out of country when the shoot is all said and done.

But it's hard to hide something like a car going off a bridge, and the local police are already agitated about the film shoot's disruptions to the community. For Cameron, it feels like the walls are closing in. And Cross, well, his intentions start to seem more and more suspect. He seems to be intentionally torturing Cameron, dangling hope and security in front of him. It's been so long since Cameron has had good things in his life, he doesn't know how to relax.

And then there's Nina (Barbara Hershey), the starlet of the film, who for some reason takes a liking to Cameron, despite his outbursts and wild eyes. He's a bit of a wounded puppy, and a bit of a rabid dog. He's out of his depth with her, but she doesn't mind, at least for now.

The Stunt Man is a satire about filmmaking while also offering a commentary on the mistreatment of America's soldiers during and after the war, as well as examining the effects of PTSD (though, somewhat naively). It flirts with being a drama and a comedy, and the film-within-a-film is a war film and so there are elaborate WWII sequences requiring extensive stunts that are shot both from the view of the camera within the film and our external POV. There's a bit of a mystery to Cameron's backstory, and intrigue and suspense around Cross' true intentions (is he really intent on making snuff fillms?).

The Stunt Man tries to do it all and only succeeds at some. It seems to know intimately how films are made (as an experience filmmaker like Rush should) but also shorthands some things (like shooting full action sequences in one take), deceives the audience in many ways, and sometimes portrays a reality that is so obviously false that it's hard sometimes to buy into the reality of the film.

Railsback as Cameron is an uncomfortable fit. As the film shifts -- sometimes frantically -- through its genres, Cameron is meant to as well, and I'm just not sure if it's Railsback who isn't up to the task of navigating them, or if anyone really could. Hershey, likewise, has a hard time finding consistency in this picture. She doesn't have as much heavy lifting to do as Railsback, nor does Nina face as much whiplash, but for a 1980's woman, she seems decades behind.

It's O'Toole who steals the show (but definitely not the lead). As Cross he gets to be shifty and playful and confounding and melodramatic and mysterious and dangerous, and does so with easy consistency. It's a terrific performance, in an ambitious, but messy film.

It feels like The Stunt Man could not be remade today, not without being a period piece. It seems so impossible for someone to disappear if they wanted to. But also if The Stunt Man were to be remade, it would be the rare instance where it would be better suited as a TV show than a movie. The depths of the characters could be better explored, the themes of reality versus fiction could be given greater weight, as could the exploration of trauma and even a proper reckoning with post-Vietnam America. There's also an extensive cast on the periphery here that is given so little screentime, there's room for an ensemble to develop out of this.  But would I actually watch it...?

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As we conclude this impromptu "stunt week" (I had plans on rewatching The Fall Guy and Hot Rod but didn't get to them) the "Ozploitation" mock-doc Stunt Rock no doubt got added to my watchlist during a lazy Sunday afternoon scrolling through Tubi and watching its preview clips.  

Stunt Rock is not a documentary, nor is it a mockumentary, but somewhere in between. It's honestly not too dissimilar in tone to the prior year's Australia-set ABBA: The Movie, where it was sort of a concert film that was totally disinterested in being a concert film.  Stunt Rock is disinterested in really being a stunt film, and instead wants to be a concert film, but all these stunts just keep getting in the way.

It's a truly bizarre hybrid, where Australian stunt performer Grant Page makes his way to America to perform on a totally made up TV show starring Dutch actress Monique van de Ven. When he gets Stateside, he meets up with his cousin, Curtis Hyde who performs with the band Sorcery. Sorcery's schtick is mediocre hard rock whose stage show includes Hyde and Paul Haynes performing as duelling sides of darkness and light in a display of pyrotechnics and stage magic.  Honestly, it's not a bad sight, but is stage magic stunts?

The moments where we see Page stunt performing, there's some pretty big set-ups, but almost all the stunts he's performing are done so simply for the sake of being stunts. There's no narrative here, there's no plot objective, just a "can we do it?" attitude. And so, with stunts being performed with no direct intention, it's not that they're not impressive, but they're also kind of boring, and lacking theatricality. Perhaps that's why Page felt the need to cede half the movie to a rock band and a magic show... the devil-vs-wizard magic show is somehow far more enticing and entertaining.

There's no story to Stunt Rock. There's little threads about a reporter following Page and they hook up, or van de Ven nagging Page to let her do stunts, or Page trying to contribute to the Sorcery stage show... but that's not a plot, those are just events.

Stunt Rock is not unentertaining but it also feels somewhat quaint, which I hate typing because it really undermines the talent and professionalism of everyone involved. But it's not even close to the thrill of watching, say Jackie Chan outtakes, or parkour videos.

31 Days of Halloween: Moar TV

Below, 2026, Netflix
Carrie, 2026, Amazon

This was the show I was anticipating for this season. 

A few months ago, I remember there being trailers for two media releases regarding the mythological Kraken. One, the Norwegian movie I watched and was disappointed with, but I couldn't find any evidence there was another movie released, ignoring any mockbusters that showed up. But it turns out, it was this TV series.

Its not like they are hiding anything -- 1986, fishing village in Newfoundland (actually set in NF) is being relocated, complete with the (floating) family home being towed by a small fishing boat. This  is something they actually did during the resettlements of the 50s to 70s, to bring families from isolated fishing communities closer to services. Their house gets snagged and when dad goes to inspect the cause, the house, and dad, are sucked down below. His son gets a brief look at a gargantuan eye before they cut the rope and the house is gone.

Fourty years later. The new community is suffering what the old one did and is in danger of resettlement once again. Most money is made from the distillery, made from ice burg water, and tourism. Calvin Penney (Josh Hartenett, Trap), the now grown kid from the opening, makes a meagre living pulling ice from the water and selling to the distillery, but the latest chunk turns out to be more stinky mucus than water. He brings it to scientist Dr Fonda Howander (Mackenzie Davis, Halt and Catch Fire) to find out exactly what it might be. Meanwhile he deals with his kids, including Wade (Charlie Heaton, Stranger Things), the son who has stayed with him, and Mary (Ruby Stokes, Lockwood & Co) who lives in Montreal, but has come home for a visit, BF in tow. 

Not as much goes on in this first episode, as did with Carrie. Its more about exposing the viewing audience to the setting, which is faithful in geography, not so much in the casting and accents. Newf will always be a challenge, especially the remote community accent which can be unintelligible to the average ear, but the success of these actors ranges from barely passable (I wasn't sure Mackenzie Davis was even trying) to mostly authentic. They do a cute scene where Wade talks to his AirBnB tourists while setting them up with a fried baloney breakfast, and it took me a moment to realize they were challenged in understanding what he was saying. But they toss in a "Screech-in" ceremony, for the tourists, to ask forgiveness, or invite mockery, depending on your viewpoint. This show will not be treated gently by actual Newfoundlanders.

But the monster. What will it be? Probably the same as the movie, in that the climate affecting changes by stupid humans are waking up things that should have been left asleep, or in deep oceans. There's no hint of Lovecraftian background, so it was just end up being a big squid. Still, I am onboard.

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Carrie episode two spent its time dealing with the fallout of the tampon-shower-first-period-bullying incident, and introducing the remaining supporting cast, including teachers Miss Desjardins (Amber Midthunder, Prey) and Mr. Peist (Rahul Kohli, iZombie), as well as principal Grayle (Matthew Lillard, Scream), and guidance counsellor Mr Morton (Tim Bagley, Grace and Frankie). We also get to know more about the Queen Bitch Chris Hargensen (Alison Thornton, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency), who quite frankly, is not having a good family life either, and setting us up to be conflicted by "nice girl" Sue Snell (Siena Agudong, Resident Evil) who spends equal time going along with the terrorizing led by Chris, as she does in questioning her own actions. Despite her "niceness", I suspect she will play a larger part in the final events than the interviews are leading on.

Also, Carrie's mom is being setup as quite the villain. She was not a prepper's "kept woman". She was her own religious fanatic, building her own xenophobic viewpoint of the world outside their house, and her simultaneously protecting Carrie from it, as she is poisoning the girl to any honest understandings. Luckily, Carrie is more than up for the task, both thoughtful and a quick learner. Problem is that with puberty's awakening, her powers are becoming.... more prevalent, and she's realizing she has some control.

Still not sure how I feel about the Xavier School for the Other Psychic Girls side plot -- wonder if they will attempt to connect it with Firestarter and its franchise.

31 Days of Halloween: Carrie

2026 - Amazon

How do I write about TV again?

Every year, at least one TV show appears near-to or during the season. This year, we get at least three, which are automatically on the slate: Yaga which starts at the end of the month, the Newfoundland shot and based monster-in-the-water series Below that starts tomorrow on Netflix, and this one, the latest from favourite Mike Flanagan.

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There have been a lot of Carrie adaptations, the debut novel from Stephen King, going all the way back to the 1976 De Palma / Sissy Spacek movie. Then there is its "sequel", the terrible The Rage: Carrie 2 in the 90s, and the 2013 version with Chloë Grace Moretz, and there was also a 2002 made-for-TV movie written by Bryan Fuller; it was meant to be a backdoor pilot, but that never happened. I will also mention there were two stage productions, but I refuse to even dig into them.

This is Flanagan, whom we love love love, but I have to admit... I had no great anticipation for this one. I might have to admit no great fondness for the King story, despite it being his first. It was likely my fifth or six of his books. I might have soured on it due my own high school drama; nothing involving buckets of pig blood, but I do not look fondly back on those years. But I will watch it, and I will enjoy it despite getting in my own way.

It begins with the death of Carrie's father (Tahmoh Penikett, Dollhouse), a construction worker, but more importantly, a prep'er and anti-government whacko who kept to himself. Nobody at work knew him at all. It continues with the authorities finding Carrie(ta) and her mother (Samantha Sloyan, Midnight Mass) in the closet. Nobody knew they existed. But, I should say it begins with the simul-cast preamble, interviews with people regarding the incident that started in the high school gymnasium during prom, and ended with the entire school burned down, and most of the town. The same interviews explain that, pending funds being setup for the now widow and her daughter, Carrie (Summer H Howell, Night of the Reaper) has to go to school and mom has to work.

Smart move from Flanagan, as most people watching already know the story behind Carrie in that a young girl with powers gets a bucket of pigs blood poured over her and she ... explodes, taking everyone with her. Not literally, but powerful telepathic response. So, we know the ending, but do we know the story.

The setup is familiar enough. Carrie is new to this world, pretty much all of it. She's weird but resilient, open to every new experience. High school girls are demons, cliques within cliques. New people are fodder, new & weird even more juicy. Her first few days of homemade clothing, sexual awakening, popularity machinations and her first school shooting drill do not go well. We also see that there is an emerging conflict between Carrie and her mother, as Carrie begins to understand how much she has been kept from.

The episode ends as the torture begins. Carrie gets her first period, something her mother neglected to prepare her for ("my daughter is a child...") and the other gym class girls go wild on her, throwing feminine protection at her, while filming her confusion and panic. The episode truly ends with the introduction of something new, an Xavier style school of other girls with psychic powers, one who is sensitive to Carrie's awakenings.

Like all Flanagan, we begin with characters, good and bad, slow burning our way into a story. He's brought only a few of the usual suspects along so far, but I suspect more will come along.  Its a sold opener.

31 Days of Halloween: It Ends

2025, Alexander Ullom (feature premiere) -- download

Sorry about the last post. Google has decided I said something "adult" and has hidden it behind a "you have to sign in" link. They won't tell me what I said -- after 15 years of writing here, its not like I am saying something suddenly disruptive, but I have an idea. But anywayz, the movie was about gangs of LA, bad cops and vampires.

The first challenge with this movie was getting over the Gen Z protagonists, all of an age where they have been going to college and are about to, or have just entered "real life". They are obviously all life-long friends, but... wow, are they insufferable with each other, almost intolerable. Maybe being horrible to each other was their schtick? In most movies this would end up leading to reveals of deep seated historical resentments and betrayal, but no, this is just who they are. 

So, unlike most "road horror movies", we don't start with the overhead shot of nothing but trees and a car's headlights breaking the gloom. We get a brief glimpse from the forest floor, looking upwards, but then we are just in the car, the kids (and to me, at my age, they are kids) heading out to... we don't know; all we know is that its the first right and just up the road. But as soon as they make the right, dusk becoming night, they notice there hasn't been a turn off for a while, and the GPS on their phone just says "go straight." Eventually they, but mainly the aggressive driver Tyler, agree to do a U-turn and head back. Except, it ends. They way they came in has become the impassable forest.

And that's the premise of the movie. The road has mysteriously become all that there is. Tossing traditional horror movie structure to the wind, it becomes more scifi, more existential dread, more psychological terror, than anything else.

So, Tyler (Mitchell Cole, Against the Spread), Fish(er) (Noah Toth, Unfix), James (Phinehas Yoon, Smoking Tigers) and Day (Akira Jackson, Against the Spread) are the kids. Two of them are in / just finishing college. James has entered the ratrace, and Tyler joined the military but has never deployed. They are together for the first time in a while, to ... help one move? The ambiguity of their gathering is a very intentional technique, which becomes highlighted as the movie goes on, as time passes, as they begin to forget life before the road. 

So yeah, there is the road, and its structure, and its elements. At the beginning of the trip, after noticing there are no turn offs, and turning back to The End / The Beginning, they discover the woods are full of people - screaming, yelling, grabbing, clawing people who are desperate to get into the car. "Help me!!!" they cry out. The friends never ask what is going on, of the strangers, just panic and drive away, Fish has been clawed-at and injured, the rest just freaked out. They drive. Eventually night becomes dawn becomes day. They stop. After about 1 minute 30, the people come screaming from the woods again.

Each of them reacts differently to the situation. James is calm, unemotional and trying to put together reasons from what's going on. Fish is having panic attacks. Tyler is aggressive and angry. Day just tries to be diplomatic. They eventually notice that the gas isn't going below a quarter tank, and they don't have any need for bodily functions, and they don't get tired or need to / can sleep. A few things change, or new things happen, the longer they drive: fewer people, and then, abandoned cars, and finally other people who abandoned those cars, and just ... gave up, lying on the side of the road, alive but unresponsive. But mostly it is the same, for a very very long time.

And that's it. That's the movie. The driving, the friends, the conflict, the ideas, the time, the talking and the talking and the talking, the talking to survive madness, the talking to distract, the talking because what else is there to do. There are no explanations, and that becomes apparent, despite James believing he can figure it out given enough road. The metaphors for what is going on are numerous, and despite being the filmmakers intent, as someone much older than him, I don't suffer from not knowing what is coming next. I know what is next -- more of the same. And, well that's pretty heavily an element of the movie too. 

Movies without resolutions can be maddening. The "ending explained" posts are probably having a field day with this movie, and I suspect they will all get it wrong. I rather liked the movie, but maybe because I am rather intimate with existential dread these days, it just felt comfortable. And once they were settled into what they were suffering, I had more sympathy for the kids.

31 Days of Halloween: Night Patrol

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31 Days of Halloween: Hokum

2026, Damian McCarthy (Oddity) -- Amazon

Yes, a proper horror movie including creepy Irish mythos, ghosts and a haunted top floor to an quaint, old hotel. Oh, and a Dick American, but these days they are a horror unto themselves. We rather enjoyed McCarthy's last one, Oddity, creeped out by the actual oddity thing that played the titular role, and followed it not a few days later with his Caveat. He is keen on the creepy and if I can say one thing about this movie, it's that it elicited the first "AHHH!" jump scare in years -- I actually yelled out loud. 

The preamble gives us Ohm Bauman (quite the name; Adam Scott, Little Evil) sitting in his expensive concrete house, late at night, writing on his laptop. The book is about a conquistador seeking a lost treasure in the desert, which comes down to the treasure map stuck inside a bottle, and the only way (questionable) for him to smash the bottle, is on the back of a kid's head. But beyond the shitty whiskey fueled conundrum of his writing, he is also haunted by a ghostly figure he sees in shadows.

Later we find Ohm in Ireland, bringing the ashes of his mother & father to be scattered near the quaint inn where they had their honeymoon. Quaint means odd characters, like the one who killed a goat with a hand-crossbow and a creepy old man in a wheelchair who likes to scare children with tales of Irish witches dragging children through Hell at the end of chains. Ohm is not a shy man, letting everyone know his opinion on killing goats and scaring kids with stories. Oh, and the guy in woods drinking milk laced with magic mushrooms, who shares his uisce beatha ("ishka baha", or "water of life"; moonshine) with Ohm. Rural regions of any country are always colourful.

Ohm doesn't exactly endear himself with the staff of the hotel, quite literally burning the hand of the bellhop (Will O'Connell, Top Boy), who wants to share his manuscript with the famed writer, with a spoon heated from the candle inside a hollowed rutabaga jack-o-lantern (it's Halloween season), but the bartender Fiona (Florence Odesh, Foundation) doesn't draw his ire, nor he hers. Not long after being asked to drink his last at the hotel bar, she and the bellhop find Ohm having hanged himself. I guess the catharsis that brought him to Ireland did not go well.

He awakens in the hospital, weeks later. There is no awkward checking out or police, but its sure awkward when he goes to the hotel to collect his belongings. Now weeks after the Halloween party, and he learns Fiona disappeared that night, not long after finding Ohm. He learns that Jerry (David Wilmot, Bodkin), the mushroom milk guy, is their prime suspect, him being a vagrant with a shady past, and Ohm is compelled to track Jerry down, as her feels somewhat beholden to Fiona. 

Instead of a suspect, he gets a story of Fiona being murdered, Jerry having seen a ghostly visage of her, leading him to believe she is in the hotel's Honeymoon Suite, which has been cut-off since some sort of witch situation years ago -- the suite being accessible only via a chained & locked elevator, so the police (garda) never even bothered looking at the rooms. Jerry has already stolen the key and knows the hotel will be empty after that night, it being the end of the season.

Buuuut Jerry gets caught by the Fergal (Michael Patric, Frontier), the goat hand-crossbow guy, and is carted off, leaving Ohm to inspect the more-than-properly eerie Honeymoon Suite. He is helped by Mal (Peter Coonan, The Alienist), the concierge of the hotel, who finds Ohm after Fergal drives off with Jerry. And sure enough, he finds Fiona's body! She's in a dumb waiter that leads to a basement that has also been sealed off for years. Mal had led Ohm upstairs, hoping to put the whole thing to bed, not expecting Ohm to trigger the dumbwaiter's hatch and discover her body. He's the murderer, and rushes off, locking Ohm inside the room, chaining & locking the elevator behind him. 

This is when things get properly fucking scary. Interestingly enough, McCarthy does not present the movie with Ohm losing his shit. Sure, things have gone from weird to murder-y, and Ohm does start seeing ghostly visions, but he keeps his head, trying to figure a way out, while being haunted by memories and ghosts. You see, Ohm has had ghosts his entire life because, as a child, he acidentally killed his own mother with his father's gun, and his father drank himself to death afterwards. Mom is the effective jumpscare that got me, an apparition following around behind Ohm in her bloodied yellow dress. 

But that's nothing compared to the Barbarian style tunnel in the basement, that ends in a pair of "don't open me" doors. But no way out; just cinderblock walled up stairs. Oh, and the witch ghost that follows him up and OUT of the dumbwaiter. That's alright, Ohm remembers the chalk circle of protection and spends the rest of the night in honeymoon bed and she's gone by morning. Then a bloodied but determined Jerry shows up, having escaped Fergal and come back to find Mal, who already has a story cooked up about dropping the drunken Ohm at the airport. But Ohm has remembered what Jerry told him about Fiona's ghost pulling the long mechanical bell ringer, and alerts Jerry who goes upstairs to free Ohm. Alas, he is killed by Mal but not before Ohm can steal the keys to the still locked elevator (dude, you should have just left it opened until everyone was dead dead) and goes down into the witchy hallway to hide, hoping to fend her off with his chalk. It kind of works? He is captured in chains as well, but more importantly, Mal is carted off into the room at the end of the hall ... that is the doorway to Hell? Ohm, with the insistence of his mother's ghost, cuts himself free of the chains, escapes upstairs, and then back downstairs again via elevator and is rescued from the burning building by Fergal.

Again the hospital, the tale of woe is shared with the bellhop. Bodies were found, including Fiona's, but not Mal's. Mal had gotten Fiona pregnant and was worried by both what his boss and his wife would say. Fucking, men. Ohm has been saved, and relieved of his life long guilt and decides to finish off his conquistador story with a happier ending, as Fiona had asked.

Wow, I won't be doing recaps like that very often. It makes me tired before I can even mention how well-crafted the atmosphere of the movie was, being both eerie and ... capable? We even get some traditional questioning of our ghostly experiences, by the bellhop admitting he spiked Ohm's whiskey with Jerry's magic mushrooms, which probably explains utterly terrifying visions Ohm had (like the bunny costumed kids show host that blames Ohm for his mother's death) but not how Mal is carried off into Hell. Did he see ghosts? Was it all guilt and magic mushrooms? Hell of a lot to go through for family therapy. Yep, lots to chew on in this movie.

31 Days of Halloween: Ready or Not 2: Here I Come

2026,  Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett (Abigail) -- Disney+

We were rather charmed by the first movie; Kent liked it as well and he also enjoyed this one. 

So, to roughly recap the first one, which I should have mentally done before clicking Start on this one, but waitress Grace MacCaullay (Samara Weaving, Azrael) married into the old money Le Domas family. On their wedding day the whole family gathers at the gothic mansion to observe an old family ritual -- pull a card from a puzzle box, which denotes a traditional game. Unfortunately Grace pulls "Hide & Seek" which says the rest of the family has to hunt her down; hide until dawn, or die. Grace gets quickly fed up and dispatches everyone who comes up against her, and survives until dawn, only to witness the remaining family explode to gorey goo, subjected to failing to abide by the curse. 

This movie picks up on the doorstep of the mansion, the morning after, Grace covered in blood, her wedding dress and yellow hightops soaked with blood and gore. She passes out and wakes up in a hospital; handcuffed to the bed. Its not like murdering a bunch of people (in defense, of course) and burning down their house would go unnoticed. She is to be questioned by the cops, but is interrupted by the arrival of her "emergency contact", her estranged sister Faith (Kathryn Newton, Freaky). The sisters do not like each other, Grace having walked out on her younger sister when she was 18, seeking to create a better life, before inviting Faith back into it.

Interesting. It was hard not to compare the similarities between "Ready Or Not" and the Zazie Beetz flick "They Will Kill You" but this sequel sets it up to even more similarities. 

Meanwhile a bunch of other Old Money Families are receiving phone calls from a lawyer mentioning that the Le Domases have died and a new seat has opened up at the table. Its like the John Wick world but with devil worship instead of assassination. While Grace and Faith argue it out over their family drama, one of the potentials, Bill Wilkinson (Kevin Durand, The Strain), shows up at the hospital with all his best knives, seeking to take out Grace before she can take the seat. But that's against the rules; just as he's about to kill Grace, he explodes into gooey bloody bits -- the Devil, or Mr. Le Bail (Belial? get it?) as the movies call him, has a standard gimmick. Immediately after, the Lawyer (Elijah Wood, The Monkey) appears wearing a gas mask, immobilizes Grace and Faith and takes them away.

Faith has been mixed up in Grace's (new) family drama even before she can get a read on what the fuck is going on. They awaken to Exposition Time, where the Lawyer explains that any of the families' chosen hunters who kills Grace, gets the ring, which provides ultimate power. The two girls run out into the golf course and the Game is Afoot. 

Each of the hunters has their own gimmick: the twins have a flintlock pistol and a weird fisted warhammer. Viraj Rajan (Nadeem Umar-Khitab, Brilliant Minds) wears a mask and swings an east Indian sword. El Caido (Nestor Carbonell, Bates Motel) uses a sniper rifle, badly. Wan Cheng Xing (Olivia Cheng, Warrior) has her own sword. And each of their attending family members hang out in the green room watching the show unfold. If there family member dies, they can either forfeit the chance, or sign up (in blood) to take the hunter's place. If any of them kill each other then they explode in gore, along with any surviving family members. 

Creative fights, violent deaths, betrayals and subterfuge, and quips galore, eventually leads to Grace making a bargain with Titus Danforth (Shawn Hatosy, Fear the Walking Dead), to marry him -- he gets the ring, no death required. Except Grace turns the table on that, essentially dooming every single fucking one of the cult, family members and supporting staff all, much to the amusement of The Lawyer. Grace and Faith get to walk out into the sunrise with the cult gone and ... well, the cops are still probably gonna hunt her down.

I still find it weird that we can consider Satanic Activity, murder, mayhem and exploding people as "fun" but there we are -- Horror Adjacent. There's not a lot deep going on here, but some light commentary on Good vs Evil being useless constructs when it comes to running the world. We also get some fun cameos (David Cronenburg as the Danforth patriarch, and that short gooey scene with Durand) and all the Canadian supporting actors you can shove into a movie; and Michelle Gellar as Ursula Danforth.

I think we need a proper horror movie up next.

31 Days of Halloween: Handsome Guys

2024, Nam Dong-hyup (feature premiere) -- download

Or Haenseomgaijeu.

This Korean movie is billed as a remake of Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, which we are huge fans of -- my post does not give it justice, and I think its time for a rewatch and a new post. In the original movie, the "evil" turns out not to be some supernatural entity in the "cabin in the woods" but more along the psycho lines that the college kids assume should be attributed to Tucker and Dale, but ends up being One of Their Own. This remake decided to embrace the classic cabin aspect of the movie and ... well, I will get to that.

Kang Jae-pil (Lee Sung-min, The Moon) and Park Sang-goo (Lee Hee-joon, Badland Hunters; weird; I wouldn't paste "full names" if they were English names, but I somehow seem compelled to do it here) are not hillbillies, in the traditional sense... is there even an equivalent to Alabama or Tennessee in South Korea? Would I even recognize the cultural tropes, if there were? Either way, the guys are definitely weirdoes -- odd haircuts, weird style and socially awkward to the extreme, without even noticing it. Especially to the group of influencer kids they meet at the rest stop / convenience store -- wow, South Korean rural roadside convenience stories are pretty much small department stores. The influencers are on their way to a majestic lakeside "cabin", a trope influencers have spread world wide, while the two friends, carpenters by trade, are on their way to a weird house, entirely not traditional Korean-style, that Jae-pil sunk their savings into. The kids are there to pickup snacks and booze, while the boys are picking up reno gear, all sharp objects that could be used to kill people. When one of the girls is startled by Sang-goo, and she is further frightened when he tries to help her up, the tone of conflict is set between the two groups.

It should be noted that the movie has a Satanic exorcism preamble where an American priest fails to exorcise Baphomet from a young woman, and we see a pentagram carved into a stone in the basement of an old .... cabin in the woods. Not like I need to fill in blanks for you, but it does show a distinct departure from the original movie, in that their will be real supernatural Evil here.

I commented that should "Tucker & Dale" ever be remade, the kids would definitely be "influencers" and we would take even greater glee in watching them jump into a woodchipper. Why is it we so dislike influencer kids? Its almost like they have influenced us into thinking that.

So, the boys get to their house, and begin cleaning it up, while the influencer kids do what they do best, snipe at each other and pick favourites. Oh, I forgot to mention, on the drive up earlier, the kids hit a goat in the middle of the road, and just leave it there. When the boys come by soon after, they are found by a pair of buffoonish cops, carrying the tarped dead creature out of the road. The lead buffoon assumes they are doing some illegal, in fact, he needs them to be doing something illegal, as two so completely ugly, clownish dudes cannot not be doing something illegal. But they aren't so they have to be let go. Goats, Satan worship, you get it.

Now where was I ? Oh yes, both groups at their houses doing what they do, which ends up with Mi-na (Gong Seung-yeon, Aloners), the girl who got frightened by Sang-goo, the "nice girl" who is ostracized by the rest, down by the lake while the boys are fishing and, again, they startled her and she falls in. Let's just say the lake has a drop and she sinks like a stone, requiring Jae-pil to dive in to save her. She also requires some resuscitation, and the next morning she awakens in their somewhat-cleaned-up house, initially scared at what these weirdos are doing with her in their house, but quickly charmed by Sang-goo's harmless friendly behaviour and the massive breakfast spread laid out. The two end up getting along swimmingly while Jae-pil goes out to do yard cleaning (wood chipper, chain saw, etc.). The kids have noticed she is missing and wander around looking for her, coming across the boys cabin. They are immediately convinced the boys have kidnapped her, but one of the kids, the Mean One, really only cares that Mi-na has his phone. And he's an influencer that cannot be without his phone.

What follows is a tragic black-comedy of errors. Its not presented as well as the original movie, but basically each of the kids are compelled to attack the Jae-pil, starting with just after he (chain)saws into a log full of wasps, those big nasty Asian wasps. The kids run screaming as he runs screaming from  the wasps, waving his chainsaw around like the mad man they all assume he is. One of the girls is impaled. The horrified boys attack, but a mislaid power cord electrocutes one, and trips the other, who falls into the planter box, which looks like a coffin Sang-goo "made" Min-na build (for herself) -- said planter box has lots of exposed nails. Ouch. And then the final kid jumps at Jae-pil, who has made it back to his wood pile, chipper munching on the rotting wood he has cleaned up, and the kid misses Jae-pil and .... grrrinnnnnnnd .... tomato paste.

All of the kids have very quickly died due to their own ineptitude and misunderstandings. And, well that pentagram in the basement under the boys cabin is suddenly lighting up with fiery symbols  -- one symbol for each dead kid. Except, the count is off and ... ohhh, electrocuted kid is not dead. And his awakening, as well as the return of the kid I forgot to mention has an unfortunate run in with the not-dead goat (I admit, I nodded off during that brief sequence) leads to the final act that is ... well, if this movie is a remake of "Tucker & Dale", then the final act is a very blatant nod to the original orginal Evil Dead complete with cackling possessed people in basements. And drawing on some pretty common tropes from Asian horror that I have commented on before (religion, destiny, legacy, family), the just-woke-up-from-a-coma younger brother of the original possessed women from the preamble has to fight off the proper now-raised Baphomet devil kid. Oh, and the buffoonish cops get mixed up in it as well.

It was actually a pretty decent remake of the original, capturing enough to make us smile, and being new and culturally appropriate to probably appeal to an entirely different audience. It doesn't have the bite of the original, and that is mainly because it does draw upon horror tropes as being actual horror, instead of all just a "ooops, we misunderstood" comedy of errors.