Showing posts with label legasequel. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 26, 2026

3 Short Paragraphs (Or Not): Anaconda

2025, Tom Gormican (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent) -- download

I love the premise of this movie. Adult fans of the original 1997 Anaconda movie (starring J Lo, Eric Stoltz, Ice Cube and Jon Voight) are living unfulfilled lives leeching off the fond memories of the home movies they made in their adolescent years. Failing actor Griff decides they need to all get back together and shoot their own spiritual successor to the '97 movie, telling his friends he has attained the rights. They go to the Amazon to make their low low low low budget movie only to encounter a real anaconda snake, thus giving us a meta reboot/sequel.

I recall loving the first movie, a cheesy self-aware monster movie. I don't recall seeing the three proper sequels, nor the crossover with Lake Placid. I definitely did not see the Chinese remake. This one interested me peripherally because I love meta stuff and the cast was solid. 

Alas...

Wasted talent. So much wasted talent. 

Yeah, so Griff (Paul Rudd, Antman) just got fired from the TV show he was guest starring in, having put waaay too much of himself into the role -- essentially the opening scenes of Wonder Man (stillll not writing about TV but that show was fucking great) -- and ends up back home in Small Town Somewhere, where everyone has shitty normal lives. Doug McAllister (Jack Black, King Kong) makes "wedding videos" while constantly trying to insert his filmatic flair into people's personal memories. His friend Kenny (Steve Zahn, Sahara) is a loser. Their friend Claire (Thandiwe Newton, Westworld) is a lawyer who just got divorced. And then Griff shows back up, desperate to reignite.... something, gathering them all together to look at the cheesey, ham-fisted home-movie action flicks they shot when they were kids.

The whole problem with this opening act is that only Zahn pulls off being small town -- everyone else are just too larger than life actors to be believable as the small-town schmoes. I mean, they are all more than capable actors able to play those roles, but this movie doesn't allow them. I mean, c'mon, who is going to believe Thandiwe Newton as a sadsack with a sad life, even if you ignore her entirely flat American accent. And Jack Black as the (mostly) Straight Guy?

So, Griff convinces them that he has the rights to Anaconda the original movie and convinces them to put together whatever money they all have and go to the Amazon to film a re-make, re-boot, sequel... something. They even arrange a proper "snake wrangler"... well, proper is a strong word but he has a snake. That is, until a startled Griff kills it. And it should be said that there a B-plot about Ana (Daniela Melchior, Road House), a local Brazilian woman on the run from some tough guys with guns who has convinced them she is their riverboat captain, AND an actual anaconda of monstrous proportions is eating said tough guys.

And, there is not much else worth recounting. The rest is a cheesey, ham-fisted attempt at comedy mixed up with fish-out-of-water mixed up with actual horror. There are some moments where the selling points of the script are there, for example, when this crew runs across an actual crew filming an actual reboot to Anaconda but they, in turn, are eaten by Big Snake. And Ice Cube shows up to mirror his original role while playing himself. All fine & dandy ideas, as if the original script of the movie was full of serviceable ideas which were just ... wasted. Not enough precision to make it funny, not enough skill to juxtapose actual horror with insightful silliness. And only one, truly, absolutely ludicrous scene involving Jack Black with a "dead" pig strapped to his head, which had me giggling uncontrollably and then... sigh, back to bored. It was the sheer stupidity of that scene that had me laughing. And not much else.

Saturday, January 3, 2026

I Saw This (!!): Hallmarkies Interruptitis

I Saw This (double exclamation point) is our [semi-retired] feature wherein Kent(!) or Toasty attempt to write about a bunch of stuff they watched some time ago and meant to write about but just never got around to doing so. But we can't not write cuz that would be bad, very bad.

As mentioned in the "2000th Post (Spectacular)" my "3 Short Paragraphs" (never short) have overtaken the "projects" but primarily because I get a stub-post in such format placed, and eventually fill in the rest of the details. But in this instance, while I have had all the stubs in place (here, look behind the curtain) I doubt I am going to remember enough (because I saturated my brain with Xmas Movies and Hallmarkies) to write... all... three... oh wow, that sounds lame saying it out loud. Anywayz, excuses aside, I am going to resurrect the format for at least this post. And steal whatever I had in the stubs.

Kind of weird to say you are stealing from your own writing.... or is it that you are stealing from me, your other voice?

Amusingly, to me only of course, I believe this was the last time I used the format, which includes a film that is the first in a pair I write up in THIS post.

Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery, 2025, Rian Johnson (Looper) -- Netflix

It irritates me to no end that I thoroughly, almost painfully, enjoyed every moment of this movie, but so little stayed with me. But for key scenes.

Knives Out introduced Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig, Logan Lucky), a flamboyant celebrity detective. I wasn't overly impressed by the movie at the time, but in times since, it has both grown in admiration in my mind's eye and in rewatches. Sometimes solid, very solid, production & performances is all you need to be impressed. And again, Johnson delivers.

Set in a small town in upstate NY, Blanc is brought in unravel a locked room murder mystery (literally, by the book) of an infamous local priest, one Monsignor Jefferson Wicks (Josh Brolin, The Goonies). His deacon, Father Jud Duplenticy (Josh O'Connor, The Crown), has been accused of murdering him but not even the local police believe he did it, enough so that they allow Jud to follow around Blanc, gathering clues & information from Wicks core group of "followers".

Wicks was a horrible HORRIBLE man, but a man reflecting what we see now, every day, down south. Johnson ignores what is going on around him in America (not really, more he ignores the danger of speaking plainly and with conviction) and it is obvious what he thinks of the current political rabble. This is a movie which speaks openly and loudly about faith and decency, Good and Evil. Blanc is more vocally an atheist, but also very respectful of the people he is working with. Jud is a Man of God, a proper good man who believes in what he is doing and WHY he is doing it.

The movie had some chef's-kiss moments of film making, things like light & colour playing out in a cathedral more appropriate to Europe than NY state, where dialogue and sunshine reflect each other. Like a shifting of tone and mood, mid spoken sentence, when a priest shoves aside the murder mystery he is wrapped up in to tend to one of his flock, a woman in pain, who needs his shoulder, his voice. This is the kind of movie watching I want to do more of, which is made easier by a genre I am attracted to and performances I just chew on.

Kent's.

Tron: Ares, 2025,  Joachim Rønning (Maleficent: Mistress of Evil) -- download

People dislike Jared Leto as much as Jared Leto loves his (currently) luscious long hair, and probably himself. It only takes a little bit of research to find numerous examples of him as a sex pervert / douche or him as a toxic method actor who annoys everyone he works with. But he does decently with the roles given him even if many of them just add to Dislike Bucket (i.e. Morbius and his Joker).

After the mediocre draw of the last legasequel (which was 15 years ago!!) I was surprised this was being made, but not all that surprised that it distanced itself from the previous, and I was mildly disappointed they dumped the whole Sam Flynn and Quorra storyline.

Ares is a program made by Dillinger Systems, an ENCOM competitor company. He is a security program (i.e. soldier) and is part of an experiment to bring programs from "the grid" to the Real World. The movie uses the lovely visuals of a 3D printer on a massive scale, and envisions programs being used to create soldiers, support vehicles and weapons for the military industrial complex. Problem is, no one has been able to recreate the indefinite "solid state" of Quorra -- all "printed" programs fall apart after 29 minutes. That is, until Eve Kim, current CEO of ENCOM discovers that "permenance code" on her dead sister's computer in Alaska, which turns out to actually be Kevin Flynn's computer.  The movie is a race for Dillinger to get that code, with the added hiccup that his primary security program Ares has gone rogue, because after countless failed iterations, he has become not only sentient, but bearing morals.

Its a visually stunning movie and along with the soaring soundtrack by NIN, its quite thrilling but probably meant to be seen on a  very very big screen. I was only mildly enthralled despite being objectively thrilled by what I was seeing -- probably because of the lackluster story. 

Another thing caught my attention, in that much of the cast were the odd-ducks from other movies/series. Of course, we have Ares (Jared Leto, Blade Runner 2049), and then there's ENCOM CEO Eve Kim (Greta Lee, Russian Doll), Dillinger's CEO Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters, Monster), and Kim's assistant Seth Flores (Arturo Castro, Road House). I am not entirely sure where my brain was going, considering other casting choices (e.g. Jodie Turner-Smith, Gillian Anderson) but the others seemed... interesting cast choices.

Kent's. And yes, I should have posted something during my recent-ish rewatch of the second.

Troll 2, 2025, Raur Uthaug (The Wave) -- Netflix

In hindsight, I was not convinced I really enjoyed the first one, Troll. Sure, I remember enjoying the over-the-top American action click approach (I called it "Michael Bay Norway Method" totally missing calling it  the "Michael Fjord Method") but I seem to feel I should have been more... annoyed with it? Maybe its just my perpetually cranky state of late, but this one... well, the sequel annoyed me in the way the most recent Godzilla vs Kong movie did -- of note, I recently rewatched that and yes, I softened on my dislike for it.

Anywayz, I think I literally nodded off three times during this one, so write-up may be spotty.

Good thing we lifted & dropped it into this collection, where all is forgiven.

So, in the first one, they killed the troll they woke up by using giant ultraviolet lights despite the ecologist main character Nora Tideman's (Ine Marie Wilmann, Furia) cries of, "Its not evil, its just following its nature!!" This movie follows up with her being introduced to a SECOND troll, one the government did not tell her about. They accidentally wake it up so it can, insert comedic element, walk through the newly re-built house of a random rural farmer on its way to purposely stomp on Oslo. Meanwhile Nora had her own secret, in that hidden in a deep abandoned mine shaft, she had discovered a "child" troll which she has made some sort of connection with. She tries to get Baby Troll, who is also kaiju sized, to convince Angry Troll to not stomp Oslo but all that does is get Baby Troll murdered. All that is left is the military intervention, once again in grand Michael Fjord style.

In said style, the American style of overbearing military types, bleeding heart liberals and stupid people making stupid choices, they end up choosing the most ludicrous, annoying, but dramatic (!!!) way to end the Angry Troll -- by sacrificing a lovable supporting character, even when there were so many other ways they could have handled it, such as, "You know you can try original plan again; there is nothing stopping you from TRYING AGAIN LATER !" Anyhoo, was... fun?

Deathstalker, 2025, Steven Kostanski (Psycho Goreman) -- download

Oh my. They did it, they actually re-made a terrrrrrible fantasy action movie from the 80s, one of those Conan rip-off's about a bare chested barbarian warrior doing fetch-quests for a witch, and starred the most ludicrous sword in all the terrible sword & sorcery movies made at the time. But, of course as a child of the D&D playing metal-music listening era, I saw this movie and probably... liked it at the time? Maybe not so much, as I have never felt the urge to rewatch. But other such now grown children must have had fonder memories as it was remade. And no, its not a requel, its pretty much the a full remake, but with ... 21st century sensibilities?

Deathstalker (Daniel Bernhardt, John Wick) is an ex-knight from a country losing a war against an evil sorceror named Necronemnon and his magical red armoured soldiers called Dreadites. We find him picking the carcasss of his own ex-army when he is attacked by Dreadites, but he makes quick work of them. The fallen prince is amazed at his survival and expects Deathstalker to help him; instead the man just picks him of valuables including a strange disk/medallion.

The rest of the movie has Deathstalker, who does have a real name but few call him by it, mainly people from his old life, trying to get rid of the magic medallion which, when the plot remembers, will return to him automatically if tossed away. He consults a witch, ends up in a cave where bandits have died but left behind a tiny imp-like minor wizard, with a complicated name but who Deathstalker calls "Doodad". Doodad (voiced by Patton Oswalt, The Sandman) knows that the medallion is coveted by Necro-dude, but thinks Deathstalker should try and return it to the remaining member of the royal family. Meh whatever, is DS's point of view.

Its a silly, over the top, badly acted, badly scripted movie with badly done (OK, decently done) practical effects but amusing because its very very self aware. It knows what nostalgia its drawing upon and the tone & style is akin to the source, which is not neccessarily a good thing but... appropriate? It was very popular with the D&D playing celebrity crew, so I guess it knows its primary audience.

13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi, 2016, Michael Bay (Transformers) -- Netflix

Was in the mood for a soldiers movie; didn't recall it was a bay-splosion movie until the credits rolled. But should have guessed, while watching, due a good amount of a) American flags and b) bay-splosions. The funny thing is that its not much of an American rah-rah, given that the government did not provide any support to this compound, and its staff, when shit hit the fan in Libya.

So, "true story" movie. In 2012, an American CIA compound in Benghazi, something not publicly disclosed, was attacked by Libyan forces, just after they destroyed another American compound where an Ambassador was staying. This was all part of the chaos going on in the region after the 2011 Libyan civil war and interventions by NATO forces. The US did not officially have any CIA presence there, but a handful of contracted soldiers were assigned to the compound as protection. After the walled home where Ambassador Christopher Stevens was staying, with minimal protection as he was generally seen as a "friend of Libya", was burned out, the attacking forces moved onto the supposedly secret CIA compound - they lost the ambassador. The American soldiers defended the place until Libyan government forces showed at dawn and escorted the survivors to the airport.

This is rough & tough men being all tough and rough. Given that each is working a job, not fighting a war, there is lots of regret and emotional turmoil bandied about. Still, as in all Bay films, the actioned is well done and the characters are admirable.

Neighborhood Watch, 2025, Duncan Skiles (The Clovehitch Killer) -- download

Small movie with a deceptive title and accompanying trailer -- it is not about a neighbourhood watch at all, just a small movie about Simon, a young man recently released from a hospital, but still suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, and Ed, his asshole neighbor, a retired campus security superintendent. Simon sees a girl get slapped around and then abducted by a man in a white van. But does he? The police don't believe him, or if they do, they don't care. So, Simon goes to Ed.

Ed decides to help Simon, but more because it plays on his ego to do some real detecting. He may be retired but he cannot help but hang around the college he once worked at, looking for criminals, and the security staff left behind hate him. Like, loathe him. He's alone, lonely, refusing to acknowledge he has any number of over-50 health issues and is losing money to online poker sites. So, Simon and his assumed-hallucination is at the very least, a distraction. Meanwhile, Simon is taking this very very VERY seriously needing to prove the voice in his head (his dead father) wrong. They begin asking around about the girl, the van, the guy.

Things don't go well, eventually leading to violence and deaths, with the cops chasing them as much as seeking out any bad guys. Since the police didn't believe him, Simon is the only one seen as a Bad Guy. But despite these odds, he pursues what he thinks he has to do. And Ed finally sees something admirable in the fucked up kid. As you know, I like small performances, focused and narrow on what is happening as much as the characters themselves.

That is a great poster.

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Series Minded: Trons

[Series Minded is an irregular feature here at T&KSD, wherein we tackle the entire run of a film, TV, or videogame series in one fell swoop]

Tron (1982, d. Steven Lisberger - Disney+)
Tron: Legacy (2010, d. Josef Kosinski - Disney+/Blu-ray [my internet crapped out about halfway through so I had to switch formats, and let me say physical was so much better])
Tron: Ares (2025, d. Joachim Rønning - in theatre, IMAX 3-D)

Tron debuted in 1982, 43 years ago, as an extremely modest success, at least financially, making its budget back and a little extra for the Disney coffers. But it was not the nu-Star Wars smash that its corporate overlords had hoped. Toys went on discount, and the merchandising blitz and tie ins came and went. It’s only resounding wins were the piles of quarters dumped into its fairly radical (and still alluring) arcade cabinets.


Steven Lisberger’s idea for Tron would basically become the template of so many Pixar and Pixar-esque films: a what if x-inanimate objects or concepts had feelings and lives and culture and civilization. In Tron’s case, it’s a “what if programs were real?” The reality they exist in is called The Grid, and it was all conceived in a nascent computer age where 64 kilobytes (practically the size of this text document) was considered a lot of processing power. The general populace didn’t really understand computers on a technical level and were barely familiar with them on an operational level. It’s also like the screenwriters of Tron weren’t all that knowledgeable themselves. Either that or they liberated themselves from the restraints of that knowledge in order to make their techno-fantasy world, and frankly it’s a better film for it.

Tron, at its core, is about world building, with a story about a user getting trapped in the digital world as he seeks evidence of a corporate executive having stole his ideas for himself. The bad guy is Encom VP Ed Dillinger (David Warner, The Omen) whose master control program (MCP) started life as a chess game and evolved into a bloatware tyrant absorbing all useful programs and trashing the rest as it rampages its way through corporate and governmental systems. Kevin Flynn (Jeff Bridges, Starman) created a half dozen very lucrative video games that Dillinger stole, passed off as his own, made the company some serious cash and got promoted and while Flynn fired. But Flynn has friends on the inside of Encom who help him get access to find the evidence he needs, only the MCP uses an experimental digitizing laser to zap Flynn into the digital world.

The titular Tron is, effectively, a security watchdog program, and Flynn needs Tron’s help if he’s going to both escape and bring down Dillinger as well as his tyrannical MCP.

Tron opens on the Grid with Flynn’s Clu avatar (also Jeff Bridges) driving a tank through the vector-graphics inspired world, communicating back and forth with Flynn as it seeks the evidence Flynn’s looking for but is overpowered by the MCP’s response team. Clu’s failure immediately takes us to the real world, where we see Dillinger interact with the MCP, concerned over yet another incursion, as well as introduce us to Flynn’s friends Alan Bradley (Bruce Boxleitner, Scarecrow and Mrs. King) and Dr. Lora Baines (Cindy Morgan, Caddyshack). Alan is the creator of Tron, while Lori is the designer of the digitizing laser. There is a half-hearted love triangle (Lora is Flynn’s ex, and is currently dating Alan) that extends to the Grid when Flynn meets their avatars Tron and Yori.

The in-Grid world had three primary designers. Legendary French comics illustrator Jean “Moebius” Giraud worked sets and costumes, primarily, with neo-futurist designer Syd Mead creating the film’s vehicles, and digital commercial artist Peter Lloyd creating the landscapes. As much as the film is known for its extensive use of then cutting edge computer effects, much of it is trick-of-the-eye as painted backdrops and clever use of light and shadow as well as rotoscoping and a lot of manual processing was necessary to build the world. It was a strenuous and laborious process to create the look and feel of the Grid, shot in black and white, with up to ten layers of processing as well as merging with digital effects… it’s the only film of its kind like this and it never fails to impress. It’s so damn unique.

The film’s other trick-of-the-eye is in its use of sound to flesh out its world. There’s nothing else that sounds like Tron, effects wise. As the Skywalker Sound library has gotten pillaged over the years and the sound effects of Star Wars have bled into other films and television, the sounds of Tron remain uniquely its own. Rather than using the primitive 8-bit audio sounds from video games of the era, sound designer Frank Serafine built everything specifically for the film. 

Wendy Carlos, composer known for her pioneering digital compositions, most notably for her scores to A Clockwork Orange and The Shining, creates her own digital audio soundscape here. Like those Toto or Tangerine Dream scores of the fantasy and sci-fi films of the early 80’s, Carlos’s score feels so very coded to its time. Electronic music was still exceptionally primitive at this time, but even at this era, it was being blended into rock and pop to greater effect than as its own enjoyable compositions. But the mix of score with visuals as well as technical adventurousness now cements the film to its time and it feels so pointedly a snapshot of an era, a piece of history [something not lost on the makers of the new Tron: Ares, but also sadly not replicated].

Tron is simultaneously not a great movie and also a mindblowing one. It’s so awkward in its conception of programs as living beings, and the society of The Grid makes no sense, and their worship of users as deities seems especially cruel, but at the end of the day, when Jeff Bridges is your guide into an adventurous world of kick ass games like disc wars and lightcycles, it’s too enjoyable to really care that deeply about where it goes wrong.

The first resurrection of the Tron property came with "Tron 2.0" in 2003, a first-person-shooter videogame that was a sort of testbed for the appetite for new Tron content. It was modestly well received and modestly successful. Modesty would be an enduring theme for Tron.

2010, though, had designs on blowing the modesty right off of the perception of Tron. Josef Kosinski’s directorial debut would cost at least 170 million dollars to produce, and every damn penny of it is up on the screen. Kosinski, an architect by training, really wanted to reintroduce The Grid for a modern era. To do so he would design the living hell out of it. Though indebted to the first film, and holding true to the light-piping effect, and the bold colours, Kosinski and his team really leaned into the shadows and contrasts with this film, to make the colours pop even more, and boy do they pop.

The light cycles, the Recognizers and the tanks, the buildings, the costumes, the landscapes, they’re all taking those original designs and reimagining them with absolute love and care. The vision of Tron: Legacy is an utterly stunning one, and just may be the most eye-popping movie ever made. Not even joking.

The story of Legacy is a sweeping one, following Kevin Flynn’s kid, Sam (Garrett Hedlund, Pan) as he gets sucked into the grid on what he thinks is an accident, but turns out to be the work of a new Clu, designed by Flynn years earlier to create the perfect system. Unfortunately Clu became a tyrant, chasing the impossibility of perfection, with nothing to guide him. Kevin Flynn has been trapped in the grid for about 20 years, he missed Sam grow up, and he watched his other baby, the Grid, fall victim to authoritarian rule. The world inside the Grid is just as bad as the outside.

On top of the drama of Sam reuniting with his father, and Clu’s own “father issues” , the film seeds the story of the ISOs, a unique breed of program that sprang up organically, not programmed. New life. Flynn was on the cusp of introducing them to the world when Clu’s regime took over, and his jealousy and distrust of ISOs led to mass extermination. The only survivor is Quorra (Olivia Wide, House M.D.).

Flynn and Quorra must get Sam out of the Grid and into the real world before Clu does, as he’s breeding an army to head in to the real world  and make it the “perfect system” too.


Tron: Legacy,
while certainly not the first of the “legasequels” definitely was at the forefront of the trend that ran wild in the 2010s and still has not abated. It’s also one of the best, if only because it’s “franchise restarting” designs didn’t yield a film that feels unresolved by the end of it. Sure, there were seeds for where a follow-up might go, and yes Cilian Murphy was cast in a small role as Ed Dillnger’s kid as foundation for a larger role later on, but the story of Tron: Legacy is self-contained much in the same way Tron was. It builds the world, tells its specific story and it ends with a basically happy ending.

Rewatching Tron: Legacy [which I seem to do often] is always transportive. It is a world I get sucked into and a world I am absolutely transfixed by. It’s not just visually attractive, it’s sexy, without ever intoning sex. It’s just pure dopamine fuel, eye candy so sweet you’ll have ocular diabetes afterwards. The sound design, once again, is on point, but unlike the first movie where even the footfalls announce themselves, here the sound design is so clearly second in line to the Daft Punk soundtrack.  The soundtrack is part of the otherworldliness of the Grid, it’s so well integrated into the film that it feels like it’s impossible to separate the sounds from the visuals… and yet, the soundtrack is such incredible listening on its own. But the reverse likely isn’t true…as pretty as the film is, it loses much without the score.

Bridges hit his academy award-winning elder statesman phase at this exact time, with his Crazy Heart Oscar win the year before and True Grit reteaming him with the Coen Brothers the same year, it’s a reminder of just how much he brings to any film he’s in. Nearly every line delivery (only exception: “Nice!”) is pure gold, carrying either the full weight of Bridges seniority, or his post Lebowski Dude-ness, sometimes both at once. The first Tron movie would be primarily a curious relic without his affable persona as its demi-heroic lead.  Garrett Hedlund got a bad rap at the time of being another of the “bland” young leads that Hollywood was trying to force out into the theatre. I don’t think Hedlund particularly pops, but he’s definitely got character, and his performance is full of subtlety.  He’s not the brash, big-talking, jokey hero… he plays a thrill-seeking rich kid with daddy issues as a very down-to-earth, likeable, believable guy..with daddy issues.  Olivia Wilde’s Quorra is maybe the only “born sexy yesterday” character that should be given a pass. The camera is definitely in love with her, but it’s never objectifying her. The camera looks at her like the way she looks at Sam, intrigued, captivated, curious and admiring. She is a skilled fighter, and she’s full of curiosity. She’s not dumb, but she’s only experienced life inside the Grid, and so her wanting to know more of the outside world where her mentor comes from is naturally her focal point with Sam. It’s too bad the character doesn’t have more of the weight of being the last of the ISO’s, the trauma of having watched her entire race get eradicated, sitting on her shoulders, but, to paraphrase a Bridges line, that would be, like, a total bummer man.

There are few movies I love watching more than Tron:Legacy, and there are few theatrical experiences that legitimately blew my mind like Tron:Legacy. For a long time I held out hope that Kosinski would return to Tron and deliver another all out audio-visual assault, but I knew once Top Gun: Maverick became the biggest movie of 2022 [not a legasequel, btw, as often erroneously ascribed] that we would not be getting Kosinski back on Tron unless he had an absolute passion to do so. He does not.

So Tron:Ares being announced not long after Top Gun: Maverick was a definite surprise, and one that I welcomed… with trepidation.

The first trailer whetted the appetite, as it presented light cycles and Recognizers moving through the real world (Vancouver) and seemed to maintain the same bold contrasts of Tron: Legacy. Those jet black blacks and those vibrant popping trails (mostly red in Ares’ case). The soundtrack, at first, was the tag on the end of the trailer. Nine Inch Nails. Yes, it’s Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, the duo responsible for many of the best soundtracks of the past dozen years, but they’re doing it as fucking Nine Inch Nails! Getting the band back together! It would go on to be the major point of the film’s marketing, boldly proclaiming the NIN soundtrack early and often in commercials. So we know the producers at least did  one thing right.

But the flipside was the film stars Jared Leto.

Leto (House of Gucci) is a frustrating performer and as a human being, real suspect. Reports of his “method” antics on set, and reports of his real-world activities leaves nothing but a bad taste in one’s mouth. On screen, he can deliver performances that range from incredible to damn annoying. It’s a backhanded compliment from Fight Club – “I felt like destroying something beautiful” (referring to the scene where Ed Norton bashes Leto’s face in during a fight) – that’s hard to erase from one’s memory every time you see him.

So this film had a lot of goodwill thanks to Tron: Legacy and NIN, but also had an uphill battle.

The end result is kind of a draw.

Directed by Joachim Rønning, the less-than visionary director of the last of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies (for now) and the Maleficent sequel from a script from David DiGilio (The Terminal List), the creative impetus is not anything other than “make content to see if the property is still viable”.

With Tron: Legacy, the film was accompanied by a blitz of toys, comics, video games, an animated prequel series, merchandizing tie-ins. It didn’t gross the near-billions that I think Disney was hoping for, but it was a modest success at 400 million globally, and it’s had staying power, in no small part thanks to the Light Cycle rides at Disney parks.  Tron is never going to be the cash cow that Disney wants all its properties to be, but if the property is treated with reverence and care, then the fanbase will keep coming along.

There’s no multimedia merchandizing blitz for Tron:Ares, and even less love and care shown for the property in the movie itself. The film plays out nothing like the adventurous world building of the prior two films, and instead opts for a 2000s-era action film centered around the good guys and bad guys chasing a maguffin. It’s not exactly paint-by-numbers, because the Tron elements force at least a few intriguing deviations, but where those deviations SHOULD have been the story of the film, it can’t seem to get back to its nonsense plot fast enough.

Tron: Ares opens much like Tron:Legacy does, with a voiceover from Bridges explaining the Grid, and then news highlights filling the audience in on what’s happened in the world of Encom in the years since. The point here being to close the door on any further adventures of Sam Flynn and Quorra while tepidly introducing both our human protagonist, Eve Kim (Greta Lee, Past Lives) co-CEO of Encom, and Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters, X-Men: Apocalypse), the newest head of Dillinger Corp.  Both companies are in a race to bring the digital world to reality, and they’ve developed the 3-D printing technology to do it, to create living things and functional products, except the technology only lasts for 29 minutes before cohesiveness fatally breaks down. Eve wants to use the technology for the benefit of society and Dillinger wants to use it to make weapons.

Eve has discovered “the permanence code” from Flynn’s records and Dillinger wants it and will do anything to get it, including sending his Master Control Program, Ares (Leto), off Grid and into the real world to find Eve and take the code from her by force. The mission is successful, except Ares is discovering emotions and humanity in himself, and wants the permanence code for himself. The result is against programming, protecting Eve at all costs. So Dillinger sends the ruthless Athena (Jodi Turner-Smith, Bad Monkey) after them and she takes control of Dillinger Corp, prints out her own army, and is willing to decimate The City (Vancouver) to do so.

The plot seems like your standard direct-to-streaming sci-fi action movie premise, and lacks most of the Tron flavour. Our main “Grid” protagonist, Ares, is a nothingburger of a character, much like many a lead from said 2000’s-style action spectacles. Ares is just a curious program who has such a strong desire not to be a program anymore that he defies orders. He’s a weapon with a heart. He’s the Terminator in Terminator 2, with Athena being the T-1000. It’s largely been done before, and mostly better.

Leto is fine in the role, inoffensive, but there’s no real charm either. The character should be discovering himself, but there’s nothing behind the performance that says that’s what he’s doing, he just seems like a wide-eyed know-it-all who knows he doesn’t know it all (it’s really hard to power wash the smarm off of him). We’ve seen the little digital boy wants to be a real boy story so many times by now, it’s beyond cliche and nothing new is added to that cliche here. There is a scene where Ares encounters a legacy program of Flynn and we get even older than The Old Man Bridges, still full of more charm and life and unique energy than Leto 30 years his junior. 

Greta Lee does so much of the heavy lifting in this film. She has an innate sense of self-awareness that at once displays strength, smarts, confidence and vulnerability. She’s so alive, blood-pumping, playing against a character with barely a spark of life in him, whose veins bleed cold code. Jodi Turner-Smith needs to remain cold-cold-cold to the point of evil, which is always a flaw in these stories. They even state in the endgame that she was just fulfilling her programming, but at times it comes off as vengeful, emotional, and it’s too much for the character. I’m sure it’s what Turner was asked to do, and she does it well, I think it deserved more restraint. Peters as Dillnger is, again, an underbaked character. He’s so singularly focused on his objective that there’s no sense of calculation, just an idiot with a one-track mind. Gillian Anderson (American Gods) plays his mother, his advisor, the CEO he succeeded, and she’s trying to be the voice of reason and conscience and he ignores her. The conflicts between mother and son should be fascinating, but they’re like bargain basement Succession riffs and Peters falls short of being anything but a comic book villain.

The best moments in the film are two “Grid” sequences: the first in which Ares and Eve must escape Dillinger’s grid, and the second is Ares’ journey into the 1980’s Grid.  Both should have been full-act adventures on their own, instead they are mere sequences within the film that don’t amount to a whole hell of a lot. The ‘80’s Grid is largely a nostalgia tug that, sadly, has no reason to execute an action sequence (wouldn’t it have been more fun if Athena had infected the Grid and resurrected legacy protective programs and Ares had to find Tron to help him escape.... Or something?).  The journey into Dillinger’s Grid comes at the right time, right at the time where I was about to check out of the film for not really having the same vibe as the other films in the series. It just doesn’t last long enough and doesn’t explore what life in DIllinger’s militaristic Grid is really like.

The climax of the film, with Athena bringing a Recognizer into the real world (I don’t think that hangar bay was big enough to print that out completely…some assembly required?) is really the only “Tron-in-the-real-world” aspect that fully delivers on awe. The light cycles riding around Vancouver never quite feel tangibly part of their environment, and people in Tron costumes walking around real-world sets, well, often feel like people in Tron costumes walking around real-world sets. The Recognizer sequence seems to get, late in the film, how Tron-stuff works in the real world, but it’s still a sequence that feels like an action sequence and lacks real narrative thrust.

I watched the film in IMAX 3-D, and I have to say that 3-D technology, in IMAX at the very least, has advanced leaps and bounds since the last time I watched a 3-D movie. The depth of field seemed well orchestrated (especially where the light trails were involved) and the 3-D-ness of it all rarely called attention to itself. At the same time, I did have to wonder if some of the difficulty I was having with appreciating the action sequences was because of the 3-Dness, or if it was how Rønning shot the film. I didn’t have full clarity on the action sequences at all times. The fight choreography was also seriously underwhelming.

The Nine Inch Nails soundtrack is huge. It delivers, mostly. Because it’s playing with aspect from Legacy and the original, there are obvious nods to the Carlos and Daft Punk scores (and Carolos and Daft Punk sounds outside of their Tron work) as well NIN seem to crib notable sounds from Radiohead, Bjork and Massive Attack which left me puzzled as to the intent of the nod (I wonder how many would actually notice). It’s a kick ass soundtrack that, unfortunately, isn’t in complete lock-step with the film, and at times overpowers the imagery on screen.

Tron: Ares is satisfactory (but not satisfying). Like the prior two films it has an ending, but offers a braindead post-script (two actually) that tease where it could go in the future, and we're never going to get there.  Outside of it’s soundtrack, is not daring in any way. It does not live up to the legacy its predecessors established, and never fully feels connected to its past despite all the references and desperate efforts to tangentially connect it (really, the “permanence code” should have been related to the ISOs, to Quorra, but I suspect Disney was hoping to cater to a new new audience more than servicing an existing fanbase…and fair enough). It’s true crime is just being generic in its storytelling and action sensibilities in having the real world and the digital one collide. There should be more meat on those bones.

Tron:Ares will, unfortunately, put the lid back on the box for at least another 15 years before Disney decides to dust it off again. We'll see then what kind of effort they're willing to put into this modest property.

[Poster talk... quickly, as I've been at this for long enough. The main Tron poster, of Tron and Yuri and the ascending data disc in the (original) laser-in-the-sky is one of the series' most iconic images, so it was obviously replicated for both Legacy and Ares. Legacy tries to sexify it up a bit with Quorra's hand on Sam Flynn (which doesn't happen in the film), while Ares spoils the whole meeting of Ares with Flynn in the 80's Grid. Not sure how I feel about that. I really don't like the Ares' poster representing this, though).

Other posters for OG Tron are pretty clunky.  For Legacy, there's a plethora of posters highlighting all the gorgeous visual elements of the film, the costuming and vehicles with a big focus on the light cycles. Ares likewise focuses on the light cycles heavily in its posters.  I like the poster that highlights that Legacy introduces a new vehicle (though Legacy did not have a plane or glider poster which is too bad). Ares only introduced one new vehicle, a sort of monster truck/snowplow hybrid, and it didn't make the posters.

I didn't talk about Legacy's "digital de-aging" here, but it's curious that there are many posters spotlighting Clu and his weird cgi-reconstruction of Bridges young face.

Ares' poster series delivers the usual spate of character posters...so boring. It also leans heavily into the red accent of the film, but ignores the Triangle motif that the film tries to establish early on, only to abandon by the end of the first act. There are some Leto posters and just as many Turner-Smith posters, so, to quote Flynn... Nice. There's also a heavy focus for Ares on Tron-in-the-real-world including a series of posters with a light cycle driving through or past famous international landmarks. Meh.]


 

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

31 Days of Halloween: Alien: Romulus

2024, Fede Alvarez (Don't Breathe) -- download

OK, that was a weird experience. We started this movie on Tuesday night, a proper 4K copy, and I was entranced from the moment it opened: the colours, the contrasts, the dystopia and the machinery. It looked like my scifi vignettes jumped off the paper. We are quickly introduced to the characters, indentured slaves to Weyland-Yutani on a mining colony with 0 hours of sunlight and lots of non-xenomorph deaths. The company is the monster. But then we noticed the time and that the movie was 2 hours and had to pause.

The next night, started it earlier and... the glow was dimmed. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed the movie, but only for the briefest moment in time, I had recaptured my cinematic aura, the guy (no, not That Guy) who just is enraptured by the movie watching experience (ok, maybe a little That Guy) and was settling in for 2 hours of just smiling enjoyment. I mean, I knew what I was about to watch -- a teen slasher take on the Alien franchise but occasionally my brain just lets me go along entirely for the ride.

Just sliding right past the fact this post is/will-be dated as Tuesday? Letting someone see behind the curtain that you/we write these and back-date them?

I mostly got that this time? Mostly.

OK, our main character is Rain (Cailee Spaeny, Civil War), with her "brother" Andy (David Jonsson, Industry). Andy is a "synthetic person", aka a person shaped robot filled with milk. He's not a fully functioning synth, and has to be "reset" by Rain often; he presents as an intellectually underdeveloped adult. Rain and her family were "farmers" on a colony that is all about mining, and where the population is dying from numerous causes, including her parents. You get the feel Rain was born here, and as a young adult (teen? early twenties?) she has finally "worked off her hours/years" but the company needs bodies in the mines, and instantly re-ups her, adding five or six years to her contract.

She finds her friends have a plan. A couple of them run a cargo tug that carries containers of ore up to a ship in orbit, a ship probably much like the Nostromo from the original movie. In fact, the movie starts with a preamble act showing an automated small ship coming across the wreck of the Nostromo and extracting a chunk of ... something that has a xenomorph contained within. Anywayz, this tug crew picked up a signal in their last run, a signal for an abandoned Weyland-Yutani ship that will definitely have cryopods, which will definitely get them to an independent colony away from Wey-Yu, away from a life of slavery, and onto a planet with days & nights and warm sunlight on their faces. But first they have to get into it, and they know Andy will have that ability. But its dangerous, as if they are caught they will relinquish any chance they have of working off their contracts. You can tell Rain is not actually doing a good job of convincing herself to not do it, so she eventually agrees.

This opening preamble is just beautiful. From the initial scene of a black shape against the stars to the fly thru the window where we see a MU/TH/UR turn on with all its lights and clicking and whirring sounds, the retro future tech that the original movie presented so lovingly, to the anonymous scientists extracting the xeno with us knowing full well, "they're all gonna die."

Once onboard the not-a-ship-but-a-station the wash of immersion kind of reduced. I get it, the movie has to shift from world building to setting building, setting the scene for what this station was doing, and that it was all xeno all the time, and it, of course, all went wrong. There is supposed to be a lot of tension, as Alvarez was tasked with doing his Don't Breathe thing but with Alien and return us back to the original movie horror feel, but... I guess he was really tasked with a mishmash of all the movies, including the new ones around the Prometheus franchise? Requels these days are supposed to mush all the nostalgic bits into a new movie, but honestly, what I wanted was not the rest of the Alien franchise, what I wanted was the slow methodical pace of the first movie mashed with a teen slasher movie.

Minor note: Romulus refers to one half of the station itself. The kids arrive at the Remus side, and are presented with decorative motifs all over the place. Given the station has been ruined by xeno's running amuck we don't get to see how much the decorative nature of the ship was present. 

Still, I guess I enjoyed myself. It is all done rather well (that's been your go-to of late; vague and not clear; C-) and I definitely liked it better than I did the last two movies. 

Kent's view -- we agree.

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

KWIF: Wolfs (+ a double dose of Flanney)

KWIF = Kent's Week in Film. TV has exploded with great new and returning shows, so filmic viewing has dwindled in its wake. These are what I managed to squeak in within the past two weeks.

This Week:
Wolfs (2024, d. Jon Watts, AppleTV+)
Doctor Sleep - Director's Cut (2019, d. Mike Flanagan, Blu-Ray)
Oculus (2013, d. Mike Flanagan, Netflix)

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What a terrible poster
Marvel has been picking out directorial talent from the most random of places for over 15 years now. I don't know if Swingers or Elf were really telltale benchmarks foretelling a successful Iron Man movie. Kenneth Brannagh on Thor was a surprising choice. Joe Johnson on Captain America: First Avenger was pretty logical. The Avengers seemed to be the thing Joss Whedon was born to make (besides inappropriate passes at women). But then the Marvel machine took over, Alan Taylor, James Gunn, the Russo Brothers, Peyton Reed, Scott Derrickson, Ryan Coogler, Anna Boden and Ryan Fleck, and on and on. None of these directors really had "tent pole action/sci-fi spectacular" notable in their background. Certain directors figured out how to work within the machine and thrive, others were swallowed by it. With few exceptions (Gunn, Taika Waititi and Sam Raimi primarily, and maybe ChloĂ© Zhao) the voice of the director gets buried under the spectacle.

Jon Watts did three (dare I say it?) amazing Spider-Man movies. But what stands out to me about those Spider-Man films is not the action or special effect, but the characters, the performances, the pathos and the comedy.  Sequences don't stand out to me because of super-powered action, but instead because of character engagement, how people are relating to each other in a scene. Watts' gifts as a director aren't necessarily striking visuals, but drawing out fantastic performances from his actors, having young talent hold their own in the same scene as heavyweight veterans.

So Wolfs, being sold as a George Clooney/Brad Pitt reunion, has two such heavyweights, but it's the tertiary lead, Austin Abrams (from the spectacular Xmas teen romance Dash & Lily), is the absolute scene stealer of this film. This kid (playing "Kid"...he's actually 28) dominates every scene he's in, which is kind of hard when you're dealing with such sexagenarian handsomeness on screen.

The premise is the Kid is dead, and the politician who was with him when he overdosed (the everywhere-these-days Amy Ryan, Sugar) calls for help in cleaning it up. Enter the Wolf, Jack (Clooney). He's seen everything, and knows how to handle it. Nothing to worry about. Until there's another knock at the door. Enter the Wolf, Nick (Pitt), called in by the hotel. Two cleaners? Complicated things get even more complicated as a stash of heroin is found, and the Wolfs are charged with working together to find the owners and return it, lest the heat catch up to them. Doubly complicated things get even more complicated when, it turns out, the Kid isn't dead after all, leading to an incredible and hilarious foot chase that had me giggling nonstop (Abrams' verbal noises and the sound design of his sock feet slapping the pavement are just incredible).

It's all framed in a "one crazy night" cinematic fashion, going from location to location, one strange or tense encounter after another, as the odd couple start to find kinship with one another, and even start taking a very unprofessional shining to the Kid.  It's a tried-and-true formulae, and it works really well here. Clooney and Pitt have a very easy chemistry with one another, and even when they're not supposed to like one another there's a playfulness to their rivalry. 

Written into the script is the fact that both these men are aging. They have wounds and aches and problematic parts which plague them, and as fit as they are, they're still hovering around six decades on this earth. They aren't ready to leave it just yet, but there is a weariness about the life they're leading. It's used for humour, sure, but it's also used (mostly silently) to provide context. Jack specifically looks at the Kid and every time you can read into Clooney's eyes that he will probably have to kill this kid, and he really doesn't want to.

It's a fairly lightweight, breezy watch. There are no Spider-Man vibes to it at all, but Watts draws out a surprising amount of depth from what could have been two very cookie-cutter lead characters.

[I'm choosing to sidestep any particular discussion about Brad Pitt, as it didn't really impact my reaction to the film. There's a recent hit piece on him in Slate poking at the cracks in his well curated image if you want to explore it.]

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Toasty is a big Mike Flanagan fan, and has said so on multiple occasions, and more than once has inquired with me if I have been exploring the Flanagan fundamentals. But, not being the horror guy Toasty is, I haven't had the impulse to dive into his various Netflix shows of the past half-decade. His films work all came out pre-2020 and haven't had the same groundswell of cult support that the works of, say, Ari Aster or Ti West has. 

Independent of Toasty's provocations, the Blank Check podcast crew have very much championed Flanagan's adaptation of Steven King's Doctor Sleep. I wrote off King years ago (quickly: full of ideas, consistently terrible endings that frequently ruin the whole story), and I thought a faithful adaptation of King's sequel to The Shining would be full of King's sour grapes stemming from the Kubrick film.  But these Blankies, these titans of film nerddom, kept bringing it up...for years now. There must be something to it... specifically denoting the Director's Cut being the superior rendition.

So I wound up with a Director's Cut of the blu-ray of Doctor Sleep earlier this year and stashed it for a rainy day. I didn't realize that I needed to set aside over 3 hours to watch it, but was pretty happy I did, almost immediately.

Flanagan's TV storytelling sensibilities from The Haunting of Hill House very much infected this film it seems. While it isn't episodic, per se, it is told in "chapters", and the juggling of a cast set in three different locations from each other (as well as flashbacks) until basically the final hour of the film feels more television than movie. 

The story starts in 1980, first with Rebecca Ferguson, who looks flat-out gorgeous in a sort of bohemian aesthetic but is also scary as shit as her character Rose the Hat sacrifices children so her and her coven (including prominently Zahn McClarnan, a Kent favourite) of nomadic, ageless, psychic vampires suck their "steam" and get high. Theirs is a tale of addiction, and the desperation they have in acquiring their hits.  At the same time, Danny Torrence and his mom (Alex Essoe, doing a very uncanny valley impersonation of Shelly Duvall) are attempting to recover from the fallout of their time at the Overlook Hotel. It's not going great, but Danny's still learning things from his Shining pal, Dick Hallorann (Carl Lumbly, taking over from Scatman Crothers), despite Dick being dead.  It's sort of a force ghost thing.

30 years later Danny's living the life of a junkie (not unfamiliar ground for Ewan McGregor), barely scraping by, when he finally abandons his hedonistic, addictive ways for a small town life, where he settles in comfortably. A few hundred miles away, a young girl named Abra has been exploring her powers, and she may just have the most powerful Shine of anyone. Unlike Danny, she's not afraid of it.  She connects with Danny remotely and they become pen pals, of a sort.

8 years later, Danny is clean and sober and stable, and though the "weird girl" at school, Abra is generally comfortable and confident in life. But when she sees Rose and the crew sacrificing a young boy to steal his Shine, she can't let it stand and gets Dan involved.  From there it's a cat and mouse game between all the players, the advantages ever shifting.

For the film, Flanagan takes King's sequel novel in earnest and also makes it a sequel to the Kubrick film via visual reference: Danny's parents are visual cues (Henry Thomas is made up to look like a haggard Jack Nicholson and the sort of confusing uncanny valley of it all is deftly used), and Flanagan reshoots some of the Overlook Hotel sequences as they suit certain narrative purposes in the story but serve to only remind that this lives in the shadow of greatness. In some respects, I felt the film at times leaned a little too heavily on the references, repeating things where there could have been more invention, and Essoe's impersonation of Duvall I found highly distracting.

But Doctor Sleep could live outside of the Shining, outside of needing it as a reference, at least in the Director's Cut.  You'll have a head start if you're familiar, but it does fill in the gaps if you're not. 

It's remarkable to me how sinister Ferguson's Rose is, how credible a threat she and her coven feel, and yet the peril that young Abra could face never actually materializes. Where Danny has cut himself off from his powers for decades, Abra has been exploring, and she is powerful. She is so powerful that Rose, as dangerous as she seems, is barely a credible threat to her. So it falls upon McGregor to be both the protector and the prone, he's the one most susceptible to the villainous troupe, but as the adult in the situation he's also responsible for protecting Abra from these vampires.

I really dug this world of "shine" and "steam" as fleshed out by King and Flanagan. I understand why some may see any form of sequel to Kubrick's masterpiece as blasphemous, but it's a pulpy story with a lot of world building around these superpowered individuals so it makes sense why I keyed into it so readily.  It feels like a space that has rules and boundaries, and different levels of access. If the logic isn't overtly presentd on screen, then it seems for damn sure Flanagan has it all figured out in his head. 

But it's not just about the flights of fancy. At the core of Danny's story is the cycle of abuse, trauma and addiction. The supernatural elements do undercut the potency a bit, but it is a key element to the story and generally it cohabitates well.

Doctor Sleep isn't a horror movie. At best it's a supernatural suspense film in the guise of a legasequel (it fits all the earmarks of one), but has a quite satisfying ending (is it King's ending or did Flanagan refine it).  I don't doubt that King has an Abra novel in him that will go bonkers-wild in exploring the world of Shine in the modern day (whether it gets made into a halfway decent film or not).

[Toastypost - we agree]

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do all of Flanney's posters have a 
"hands over the eyes" thing?
With my first venture into Flanagan territory exceeding my expectations, I immediately wanted to dive into another. Ouija: Origin of Evil was not available on any of my streaming services but Oculus was... and, what? Karen Gillan? Katee Sackhoff? Yes please!

If I'm being perfectly honest, I do remember when this was coming out. My crush on Gillan was already on firm foundation, but my disdain for stupid-sounding horror movies was stronger than whatever libidinous impulses might draw me to watch a particular performer in a film. An evil mirror? Come on....

What I *just* realized whilst watching Oculus is that most, if not all horror movies sound stupid if you distill them down to their most basic premise. It's all in the execution.

Oculus takes place over two time periods following siblings Kaylie and Tim. The younger versions, around 12 and 10 respectively, have just moved with their parents into a new home. Their prosperous father, Alan (Rory Cochrane) has deferred to his wife Marie's (Sackhoff) decorating tastes, which is largely antiques. A gorgeous, massive wood-framed mirror is the centerpiece of Alan's home office. 

In the modern day, Tim (Brenton Thwaites, Titans) is just being released from an institution where he's been in its care since childhood, having shot his father and experience severe trauma. Kaylee (Gillan) is there to pick him up, and immediately throws him back into the fire. They had made a promise as children and now she intends they keep it.

In their old vacant family home she has set up an elaborate, controlled scenario, with once again the mirror as centrepiece to the experiment. Cameras positioned everywhere, with timers set to go off reminding them to eat, drink, change out data storage, etc, and should all else fail a massive homemade swinging anchor set to a timer that will bash the mirror to bits should they be unable to.  

This tantilizing scenario, elaborately, painstakingly detailed by Kaylie, poses the question for the audience: what is this all about? Certainly it's personal for the two of them, but Tim's time in the facility has reshaped his understanding of their shared history. The memories of that horrible time just a manufactured trauma response to the ugliness of an abusive father who killed their mother.

But the film jumps back and forth in time, revealing the "truth", or as much of it as the mirror's distortions will allow. And therein lies the problem for our protagonists, just as it was a problem for them and their family as children... the mirror's evil deceives, spreads lies into the mind, makes one think they're seeing what's not really there.  

Flanagan's deft use of his two time periods comes to a head in the third act when the lines between them literally blur. Adult Kaylie might cross her 10 year old brother, or Tim might be running down a hallway just as 12-year-old Kaylie slams a door he's running past. At certain times it's unclear which time, which reality we're in or whether the time periods have merged. Flanagan's use of deceit is pretty masterful here, even if the conclusion is all but inevitable. 

As far as horror goes, it's not far afield from the James Wan camp, dark, but playful, in structure here rather than tone. The finale feels like a bloody homage to Rod Serling, a real downbeat ending that also seems like the only place it could go. 

I'm definitely in for more Flanney! 

[ToastyPost - we agree]

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

3 Short Paragraphs (Yeah, Not Likely): Deadpool & Wolverine

2024, Shawn Levy (Free Guy) -- Cinema

Why didn't David Leitch do this movie? Just because of The Fall Guy ? 

Also, I know why I only liked this one, and not loved it like the other two -- it was Shawn Levy. This movie is more a vehicle for Ryan Reynolds indulgences than either of the two before. Look at his two previous Ryan Reynolds movies, Free Guy and The Adam Project; one was a lot of fun but I have never felt the need to rewatch, and the other was ... ______ (????)

Sorry, I just don't remember what snarky, quippy or actually plot-based reason I chose to put that underscore into the latter write-up.

Also, speaking of indulgences, Levy also did the inestimable Real Steel.

Also, I should begin with Kent's exhaustian.

So, when we last left our "hero" he was using his time watch to wander around the timelines/multiverse to set some things right, basically make his own life better. That was the last movie.  But when we pick up in this movie we are not in the exact same universe. This one is kind of sucky. Deadpool (Ryan Reynolds, IF) has lost his way, broken up with Vanessa (Morena Baccarin, Gotham; like really, WTF dudes) and has saved Shatterstar (Lewis Tan, Mortal Combat; like REALLY, WTF !?!). They are now besties. Suckier Deadpool has a pity dick in his mouth after having tried to do as Vanessa asked, and Do More, and... failed? He even auditioned to be in The Avengers, which didn't go well. But I am still not sure why he didn't keep on trying.

But diiiiiid he really try out for the Avengers? I mean they even label that scene as Earth 616 which is the MCUniverse. Deadpool has never had his universe labelled, but when he is rejected by Happy, he returns to a universe with a different label. So, I consider that scene a toss away for fun scene, representing another Deadpool being rejected, not our one. But then again, as I said above, this is probably not even our Deadpool but a suckier one. That's the multiverse for ya.

And that's when the TVA shows up, like literally during his birthday party, to tell him he sucks that his universe is fading away because it lost its Anchor Being. And that Anchor Being was Logan, the Wolverine who died in the movie called Logan. So, Deadpool steals one of those cool TVA (remember, pronounced Teh-Veh-Ahh) mobile phones and hops through a glowy door to dig up said mentioned Wolverine. He doesn't believe he could be dead as they both have unlimited regeneration, right?

Also, another confirmation This Is Not Our Deadpool -- the movie "Logan" takes place In The Future (2029) after all the X-Men when kaflooey and Wolverine has discovered the adamantium is poisoning his blood letting him finally age. We will also ignore that our Deadpool has a musical box piece of merchandise from "Logan" implying it is a movie in his universe. 

Yeah, Wolvie is definitely dead. But the TVA still shows to take out Deadpool, and we get our "classic" Deadpool movie combat scene, and opening credits, to the sounds of a boy band. And apparently the antics of Dancepool, some pseudo-celebrity-influencer who dresses like Deadpool and .... dances. I am not sure I am on board with a dozen or more TVA agents being murdered so horrifically, as we have not yet determined they are Bad Guys yet, just playing a part in alignment on how the universe works. Also, Deadpool doesn't care if they are Bad Guys so I should remember he is a sociopath.

Anywayz, he survives and decides to again travel the multiverse in search of a Wolverine he can steal as a replacement Anchor Being for his universe. Insert Montage Scene of alternate Wolverines from around pop culture. My favourite is Patch. He ends up finding Sad Wolverine (Hugh Jackman, Chappie), one from a world not unlike the original scene from the X-Men movie (surly Wolverine just wanting to drink) but probably more emotionally connected to the cameo scene in X-Men: First Class. Anywayz, this is the one he goes with.

Exceeeept Bad Guy Mr. Paradox (Matthew Macfadyen, Pride & Prejudice) explains you can't just replace an Anchor Being with another person from another timeline. That's not how things work. No matter, they get zapped by the not-disintegrating TVA wands and sent to The Void. Cue a bunch of scenes of Wolverine and Deadpool fighting each other because .... well, just because. 

The Void is that extra-dimensional space outside the timelines and multiverse where "pruned" timelines are sent. That timelines are still being pruned by someone makes me wonder if there are alternates TVAs for alternate universes because multiverse continuity is meant to give you headaches. I mean, if the blobs of paint universe as shown in Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness makes use of the TVA from the TV show Loki, wouldn't they all be confused? I mean, when you are talking about infinity, infinite versions of infinite things means the potential for LOTS of cross-overs that just never happen. Anywayz, lets assume this is The Void for this Deadpool's infinity of pruned timelines, which includes the Fox Universe laid waste. 

In a way, this movie is meant as the death knell for the Fox Universe? Was there ever any official tie-in between the "Fantastic Four" movies and the "X-Men" movies?

So, yeah The Void, ruled over by Cassandra Nova (Emma Corrin,  Murder at the End of the World) from her Thunderdome-ish base inside the dead corpse of Giant Man. In The Void there are two types of people: those that work for her, and those she feeds to The Purple Smoke Monster (which in my head canon is related to cloud monster Galactus, cloud monster Parallax, and possibly the smaller cloud monster from Lost). There are not many "rebels" left to fight against Cassandra.

After the fight, after the confrontation with Cassandra, after the escape from Cassandra, the pair meets NicePool, the most annoying of the Deadpools and his disgusting dog DogPool (sorry, just not into the 'ugly is cute' thing). They are directed where to find the rebels, but instead fight again, inside a compact car. Again, just because (cue Kent's exhaustion). But at least we get to meet Blade (Wesley Snipes, Blade), Electra (Jennifer Garner, Elektra), X-23 (Dafne Keen, The Acolyte) and Gambit (Channing Tatum, GI Joe: Retaliation). Apparently one of the Punishers was also there. I really hope it was the Dolph Lundgren one.

You are being a bit facetious -- they always do provide the minimum plot required in order for Wolvy and Deadie to jab each other's naughty bits with weaponry.

So, yeah after a bit of soul searching, they all agree to attack Cassandra's lair. Her army is made up of a small handful of B and C grade villains but mostly just Mad Max castoffs with guns. You would think that many guns fired into a barrel would take out all but X-23 rather quickly, but its a superhero movie. Meanwhile, Wolvy and Deadie are attacking Cassandra so they can place Fox Juggernaut's helmet on her head, which will turn her to the OFF position. It works but they retract that statement so she can send them back to the TVA, to undo everything that Mr. Paradox has been trying to accomplish, leaving her to her Void playground.

The movie ends with Deadpool and Wolverine sacrificing themselves to destroy Mr. Paradox's ultimate nullifier type machine. There is a another "let's fucking go" battle scene, but this time against a bunch of other variant Deadpools, buuut .... well, I am tired already now. Sure, its fun, sure its hilarious seeing all those variant mercs doing Cassandra's dirty Deadpool work for her, but I guess I am also exhausted by now. 

Peter's balls !! Peter's balls !!

So, its a romp. Its a hoot. Maybe I need another viewing to determine if I will add this to The Shelf? I do think once I have divested myself of my nitpicking over continuity, something I should even be considering during this franchise, I will be .... more entertained?

In the end, I still prefer Ryan Reynolds being LESS indulged, and less pandered to, as much as I don't think The Fans should be pandered to. As a concept, this one was almost in the works as long as Ryan Reynolds original desire to be The Merc with the Mouth. And as a nod to the X-Men movies that spawned the idea of Hugh Jackman as the on-screen icon, it was brilliant. But do we really need #snyderverse versions of these characters?

Friday, August 30, 2024

3 Short Paragraphs (Or Not): Twisters

2024, Lee Isaac Chung (Minari) -- download

I like disaster movies. The original movie of which this is only kinda sorta not really a sequel to was before the words Climate Change were shouted in derision by midwesterners, when tornado ratings were only one letter and the emergence of F5 tornados (at that time) were rare and almost fictional. It wasn't even really a disaster movie, as those usually are on greater scales, but more a tense thriller in the face of real human tragedy. 

This movie does pretty much the exact same thing but with YouTube stars, the Internet and the idea that bigger, nastier tornadoes are a thing, and it will only get worse.

Maybe you should give a spoiler warning?

The movie opens with a group of friends chasing a tornado: Kate, Javi, Kate's boyfriend Jeb, Addy and really nervous Praveen. They want to deliver a compound into a tornado, something Kate came up with, that is supposed to dissipate it. They also have a load of the little Xmas bulbs from the original movie. Wink wink, nod nod. Now, if you are like me, you are now thinking, "I don't remember seeing recognizable face Kiernan Shipka in any of the trailers." 

<cue your favourite Impending Doom musical piece>

Kate's tornado whispering lets her down, her magical compound doesn't work and everyone but her, and Javi from the safety of his monitoring station (the Xmas bulbs give his a great view of how terrible the tornado is), is sucked up by the tornado.

Five Years Later. Kate (Daisy Edgar-Jones, Where the Crawdads Sing) is now a boring weather person... weather scientist? She lives in NYC far away from any seasonal tornado activity. She has lost contact with Javi (Anthony Ramos, Transformers: Rise of the Beast) and even sends her mom to voicemail. But then he comes asking for help. He has a new science plan, one based around placing a triad of sensors which will allow him to 3D map a tornado in action. He still just wants to save lives, or so he claims. In these movies when people have flashy investors you are meant not to trust them. He needs Kate and her ability to sniff out tornados. Despite her PTSD, she agrees.

The first disaster she encounters is not a tornado but a YouTube-r. Following the beat of the other movie, but kind of flipping the table, Kate is with the maligned corporate storm chasers, but there is a new version of the home-sy group --- the Tornado Wrangler (Glen Powell, Hit Man) and his fully equipped team of Good Ol Boys & Girls. Pumping out yee-haws and non-stop country music, they chase down twisters for the Likes.

Of course, they end up at odds with Kate and her new team, but Kate has her magical ability, a gut feeling, an innate understanding of tornadoes, her.... tornado whispering.

The beat of a movie like this has to be Tornado > Character Development > Tornado > Character Development, as the tornadoes cannot just keep happening randomly or there would be no chasing. So, as things develop we get to learn a few things about Javi's company (they are bad guys) and a few things about the Tornado Wranglers -- they are not such bad guys, and Tyler, the oh so pretty face of the Wranglers, is smarter and more empathetic than expected. Both of them take a side quest together which pisses of everyone but does allow Kate to make things better with her mom. Also, figures out why the magic tornado wrangling pixie dust never worked.

With a guy like Glen Powell playing the ultra-macho, tornado wrangler you expect romance to be the main thing on the table. But no, apparently they chose a fan-frustrating no-kiss aspect for the movie, but at least they get to play all flirty-dismissive throughout the movie. His cowboy hat big teeth country music charm does not work on her. Well, it kind of does, but only once he skips past the YouTube camera and works to save people.

Its a fine movie, not great, but for its genre it does a decent job. Powell is the stand-out here, and since the movie doubled its budget in returns, another successfully stepping stone on him becoming the new Leading Man of the Hour?

Friday, August 16, 2024

KWIF: Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (+2)

KWIF is Kent's Week in Film, in other words (or the same words, just more of them) these are the films Kent watched this week. 

This Week:
Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (2024, d. Gil Kenan - Crave)
The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (2024, d. Guy Ritchie - AmazonPrime)
Electric Boogaloo: The Wild, Untold Story of Cannon Films (2014,d. Mark Hartley - Tubi)

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I *really* wasn't expecting much out of Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire following its nostalgia-soaked-to-a-fault (let's call it "nostalgia-slimed") predecessor Afterlife. That film was cringe-inducing and I did not like it, and I vehemently did not want a repeat experience.

Frozen Empire did modestly well at the box office, repeating a pattern for all Ghostbusters films since the original. There is a brand name there, but it doesn't have the same cache as a Spider-man or James Bond. There's a loyal, devoted, multicultural, omnisex fans out there who are just eager to have more Ghostbusters in their lives, but they're a niche group (who aren't the same group as the toxic manbabies who shouted down everything 2016 Ghostbusters (aka Answer the Call) and threatened to kill the property in the process). Bigger than, say, the Avatar fanbase, but smaller than the Stars Trek or Wars die-hards, they're not enough of an entity to keep the Ghostbusters brand alive and active in the public consciousness between films, even when we've had the shortest gap between Afterlife and Frozen Empire in 30 years of ghost busting.

Something like Star Trek and Star Wars has a strong enough fanbase and large enough franchise universe to build entire major streaming services around. Ghostbusters isn't that. It needs to entice the public in, seemingly each and every time. As much of a nerd for nerdy things as I can be, I'm one of those people who needs to be enticed. With a promising teaser trailer, Frozen Empire piqued my interest, but then the subsequent trailer had me wary of it just being more nostalgia-slime, and the middling reviews at time of release seem conflicted on whether the film was or wasn't caked in it.

Having waited for it to go streaming on a service I already pay for, I was quite happy to find this second entry in this new Ghostbusters era had moved past non-stop, nonsensical nods to it's 1984 originating film, and instead embraced and incorporated the characters into its narrative in a much more organic way. Mostly.

The Spengler family, consisting of mom Callie (Carrie Coon) and siblings Phoebe (McKenna Grace) and Trevor (Finn Wolfhard) have moved from buttfuck nowhere to New York City as practicing Ghostbusters, living and operating out of the classic firehouse and taking charge of the classic Hearse, Ecto-1. Their ranks now include Callie's boyfriend Gary Grooberson (Paul Rudd) who's still sussing out his place as part of the family. The firehouse is owned by rich industrialist and former 'buster Winston Zeddmore (Ernie Hudson) who also is the bankroll behind the Ghostbusters, now a bigger organization with more scientists and researchers.

The mayor of New York City is former EPA agent Walter Peck (William Atherton), who still has a bee in his bonnet about the 'busters. The thing is, here, as in 1984, he's not entirely wrong to be concerned, but his resistance to understanding the greater threat is what makes him such a dick(less). But after a particularly problematic ghost trapping, Pheobe is sidelined because she is a minor. As she's left to her own devices, she encounters a cool, fiery phantasm and the two become friends...and potentially more than.

The second problem hits when the containment unit at the firehouse starts, seemingly, bursting at its seams. Winston has a solution, but the introduction of a mysterious artifact, and ancient lore about a powerful force via the curio shoppe owned by Ray Stanz (Dan Akroyd) winds up setting off a chain of events that could spell utter doom for NYC (and the world).

What works so incredibly well during the first two acts of Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire is the sense of lived-in reality. Where each prior Ghostbusters film felt like it had to reset or start from scratch (by the time Ghostbusters II came out 5 years later, the team were already written off as relics and cooks and has-beens) this one comes out the gates with the Ghostbusters being a routine presence on the streets of New York. Maybe not the most welcome presence, but the calls were coming in pretty steadily from people who just didn't know what to do with strange things in their neighbourhood.

The film feels quite comfortable with its newer cast, as well as its older cast. Akroyd, Hudson and Atherton all feel organically placed in the narrative. Even when Annie Potts' Janine Melnitz seems to keep popping up out of nowhere, she still feels like she belongs. Bill Murray's appearances as Peter Venkman, though, feel like contractual obligation. There's no sense of purpose to Venkman in this story, and the quips are...kinda lazy this time around.

The cast is rounded out with three great comedic presences in Kumail Nanjiani, James Acaster and Patton Oswalt --all having their own essential role to play in the story of the film-- but two returning characters from Afterlife -- Podcast (Logan Kim) and Lucky (Celeste O'Connor) -- are unnecessarily shoehorned in, but GilKenan and Jason Reitman's script does find clever ways to make their move to New York make sense (as long as you don't think too hard about it).

For all the easy-going nature of the first two acts, and reintroducing the New York City of the original Ghostbusters in such a seemingly effortless and welcoming fashion, and even building a pretty compelling mystery leading to the big bad of the third act and the titular "frozen empire", once the third act launches, it all starts coming unglued. The film starts rushing through all the different character arcs it had set up, tieing them together often in forced ways and resolving many of them with a tossed off line of dialogue. The action of the piece results in a nonsense flash freezing of New York that should have killed tens of thousands but seemingly has had no lasting effect beyond some ashphalt damage and iced coffees.  

The problem with the final act is it goes too big. Every Ghostbusters goes big with a threat that only the power of proton packs can resolve, but this seems a little insurmountable beyond deus ex machina. This film even has the dreaded laserblast into the sky that was all the rage in the 2010s.  It needn't have been this visually catastrophic. It doesn't take much to fuck up a New Yorker's day. Even a summer hailstorm, as opposed to ice spikes violently shooting up from the ground (yet somehow impaling no one), would be as effective a device (just look at what happened in Calgary on August 5).

It also does that thing where a character who is otherwise inept at everything levels up so monumentally in literal minutes that it snaps the long thread of disbelief we give these productions.

With many reservations, though, the film is generally a winner. It's charming, and comfortable, and entertaining. It embraces its past in a participatory way rather than winks at the audience. Still doesn't know what to do with Slimer though. And it's still trying to make those Stay Puft minions a thing.

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A few weeks back some right wing nutjob (doesn't even matter who), an actual elected official in America (because some people just want to watch the world burn) was delivering a speech on how America entered the second world war to fight communists.

I shouldn't have to explain this, but the threat in World War II was Nazis, not communists. The communists, in fact, were allies. This shouldn't have to be explained, but in the "right wing" (so poorly named, given how they're almost always wrong) they taken to embracing Nazis (particularly the "nationalist" part, not so much the "socialist" part) as part of their voter base and ideology, and are trying to rewrite history to edit out Nazis being the worst-of-the-worst bad guys of the past 100 years (out of a whole pile of contenders).

So in times like these, with people being so unclear about who exactly we were fighting in a major war of not so distant past, it's good to have a film like this that reminds us, in no uncertain terms, that the only good Nazi is a dead one.

The plot of The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, loosely based on real people and events (at least the end credits have pictures of some of the real people whose names are the same as those of characters in this film) find Britain in dire straits as the Nazi uboats in the Atlantic have been throttling their supplies from western shores (they only mention those American dilly-dallyers, as if Canada were a non-entity, and not already across the pond and in the fight... but I digress).  With the threat increasing and the military might growing, the only hope is to target the uboat manufacturing and supply depot of a Spanish controlled island in West Africa. Unable to mount any sort of direct campaign, they instead rely upon a small crew of ...ungentlemen... devoted soldiers whose "by any means necessary" tactics make them too much for regular service, but necessary for this off-the-books job.

It's a handsome people parade as Henry Cavill, Henry Golding, Alan Ritchson, Alex Pettyfer, Babs Olusanmoku and Eiza Gonzalez strategize and mount their assault against an unsuspecting enemy.

These are ruthless men who seem to relish in their task of killing and destruction, and are both efficient and effective. It almost makes them hard to root for...except for the fact that they're killing Nazis, so we root like each kill is a point-winning spike of the volleyball at the Olympics.

The film barely puts our protagonists in any peril. At any point, when it seems perilous, every person seems to have an out already at hand. It flies in the face of conventional action movie narrative, but it's oh-so-essential when the point is to remind us that the Nazis are the bad guys and we just want to see them dead.  The bloodlust is downright vampiric. 

It is undramatic, but cathartic. And so handsome.  

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In the past decade or so it seems like the reputation of Cannon Group's films has become rather...elevated, certainly far beyond their rep at the time they were releasing films throughout the 1980s.

I think this 2014 documentary, Electric Boogaloo: The Wild, Untold Story of Cannon Films was the inflection point, the catalyst reminding a middle-aged audience of a whole pantheon of weird, wild, raunchy, violent, and largely substandard film that, as teenagers (mainly teenage boys) were giving them everything they could want.

The documentary is the story of Israeli producers and brotherly cousins Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus. It paints them as lovably difficult scamps who forcefully injected themselves into cinema, first in Israel and then in America, through sheer determination, salemanship, and an ethos of fast-and-cheap but giving people what they want. Oh, and promises unkept and lies told along the way.

The doc is reverential towards Golan and Globus and their films...or at least the content of their films that made them a success story to start with. The documentary for the first hour is 1/2 talking heads and 1/2 clips of the nudity and sex scenes from the various Golan-Globus films. That extensive stretch of boobs, boobs, boobs is just as gratuitous (probably moreso) than any of the actual films. And to cut to the actresses in some of these films, some who are proud, but many who felt exploited or even abused, and then to intercut their description of their abuses with the scenes that resulted from said abuse seems utterly distasteful and disrespectul on the part of the director and producers (that Brett Ratner is a producer on this is not surprising).

The second hour shows the shift that Golan and Globus made when they came to America. Sex sold, but violence sold even better. So the clips in the second half are much more surrounding the violent side of Cannon's productions. Then many many explosions and bloody body parts being severed.

When I think of 1980s hyperviolent cinema, I'm mainly thinking of Cannon productions. Films like Missing in Action, American Ninja, the Death Wish sequels, Cobra... they were all escalating factors in America's appetite for, and consumption of violence.  And so much of it was... unsavory. Very racist and classist and downright ugly. 

That the film basks in the glory of nudity and violence is pretty much its only point being made. It does sort of highlight the rise and fall of the ambitions of Golan-Globus, and that their success came from sex and violence, only hinting that the marriage of the two would become repugnantly disturbing (and has no restraint in showing you what it's talking about).  Golan-Globus' downfall was in sacrificing their fast, cheap, and give-them-what-they-want attitude in favour of seeking prestige by giving notable directors free reign resulting in duds like Godard's King Lear, Mailer's Tough Guys Don't Dance, or Zeffirelli's Otello, or their attempting big-budget blockbusters on a constricted budget ending up with Superman 4: The Quest for Peace, Masters of the Universe, or the Indiana Jones riff Alan Quartermain. But if the doc winds up painting a portrait of Golan-Globus (which it barely, barely does) it's not as flattering as it thinks it is.

At one point a talking head makes a comparison between Golan-Globus and the Weinstein brothers. They basically state that Golan-Globus were trying to do what Miramax ultimately did. Unfortunately this was meant as a compliment. But the comparison is apt, and the sort of boy's club revelry tone that it sets leaves very little in the way of constructive criticism, and any constructive criticism that is laid down is completely undermined by tits and guns.

Is it watchable? Of course it is. But that doesn't mean it's any good. And that's the Cannon way.