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Sep 14

Despite the fact that it’s way too long, and way too polemical for the genre it so lovingly emulates, there is so much clever filmmaking here that it’s totally worth seeing. Rodriguez and company have poured so much work into this film that every bad line–the writing is bad in such a smart way–and every overly dramatic camera angle pulse with nostalgia. The only bad thing here is that the filmmakers are so caught up in what they’re doing they give to much of it…there’s are like 5 different shots of Lindsay Lohan in a nun outfit shooting an uzi…makes you want to shout, “get over it.” But hey, I kind of like it that way.

“Machete don’t text.” Yes!

-plf.

Aug 16

I saw Inception a few weeks ago – and loved it. Like, LOVED. IT.

Patrick, on the other hand, had this to say about it:

Around every corner there’s a Christopher Nolan fan ready to defend the director’s honour in a violent burst of glory. Why? I’m not sure. Inception is kind of like Last Year at Marienbad with guns. And without the Last Year at Marienbad. Pass.

So… what did you think? weigh in.

H.

Jul 28

I know, it’s about to leave theatres, but surely there’s something we should say about the newest foray in the Predator franchise. Something like: a group of aliens have captured the finest human predators on earth and transported them an intergalactic hunting ground where they test them one by one in a gruelling game of cat and mouse. Swish.

Or, maybe something like, having exhausted all the banal directions this series could possibly take, the makers of this gem have barely concealed their own resignation to remaking the original, covering their plot with the thin veil of a new location…well, still a jungle…and new characters…although, the girl is a relative of the girl from the first one or something? Or, how about, you remember how in the first one when Arnold and Carl Weathers meet for the first time they shake hands and the camera cuts in on their biceps and you realize that the movie is going to be little more than an excuse for Schwarzenegger to shed the seven shirts he’s apparently hiding under his combat vest…well that one shot is better than this movie, which is as pointless as trying to fight your way off a hunting range in the middle of another galaxy, whether or not you found some of that magic mud that makes your body temperature unreadable to thermal sensors (and why hasn’t the US military clued in?). Or maybe we should just say, why on earth did someone think it would be cool to have an aging Lawrence Fishburne rock up in a predator maks and whisper a nursery rhyme? Bah. (and by the way, the first Predator rocks.)

-plf.

Jul 07

Yesterday I received this from Patrick:

Unless you really like watching Tom Cruise wear sunglasses and smile, wait till they remake this with Jeff Bridges.

– plf.


So… I feel that about sums that up for ya.

H.

Apr 13

I really wanted to hate this film. The premise is simple enough, three grown men, disillusioned with their romantic and professional lives, take a vacation to the last place they felt like their lives had promise and meaning. If you haven’t clued in yet, the hot tub in their room is a time machine and, after passing out in it drunk, they wake up in 1986, and what would be the banner year in their lives. In some ways the sentiment is nice, who wouldn’t want to go back and fix things they regret. Yet, Hot Tub is more concerned with paying homage to the 80s light-sex romp, à la Ski School, than it is with any quasi-metaphysical exploration of the meaning of adulthood. But, should you see it? Well…

The downside of Hot Tub is that it upholds all the values of that which it honours, all the ugly stuff that made the cinema of the 80s the blunt force trauma in the conservative attack on social progress. Hot Tub isn’t subtle, and it beats you over the head, proposing that happiness is found in fights, homophobia, sexual conquests, and the unabashed appropriation of material wealth.

But, if you want to hate Hot Tub, the kicker is that it’s funny, sometimes laugh out loud funny. When it stops being gross and reactionary, the film forgets itself and transforms into a clever of 80s comedies, and of the 80s itself. Watch out for the patriotic ski patroller who, after watching Red Dawn too many times, is bursting at the seams to ferret out and fend off a communist invasion. He is, without a doubt, the perfect reincarnation of every 80s high school tough guy.

Yet, if there is one reason to see this film, it’s Chevy Chase. His performance is so well-delivered, and so well-written, that by the end of the film I was half-convinced of the need for an Oscar for Best Cameo. And best of all, it’s not the belligerent Chevy of Fletch, but some new weird Chevy who’s gotten old and just isn’t all there…way to go!

- plf.

Apr 07

Thank god for Patrick: here’s his review of Alice in Wonderland:

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So, I haven’t been the best at keeping up with this so far but, as my goal is to post regularly, from here on in there will be one post a week. Like the blog itself, I’ll try to deal with what’s current, but sometimes we’re going to have to dig into the past.

So, getting down to it, let’s talk about Alice in Wonderland, my first experience of the new digital 3D process. Let me put it this way, years ago I was fortunate enough to see a lovely little opus called Stewardesses in 3D. The premise is simple, stewardesses are on leave for the weekend, hijinx ensue. Probably the worst Russ Meyer rip-off ever, Stewardesses does what every other old-school 3D film does, it gives you a flat story, and keeps jabbing stuff into the foreground to remind you just how cool 3D is. Basically, it’s bad 1970s pseudo-sexual revolution film, with a few bouncing breasts and one large cocktail thrust in your face.

Alice in Wonderland is obviously more high-class than that—a girl falls down a rabbit hole, hijinx ensue. But I’ll throw it out there right now and claim that it uses the same formula. The film pales in comparison with the Disney adaptation from 1951…challenge me if you want…and may very well pale against the older live action versions, which I’ve never seen. Burton, aided by screenwriter Linda Woolverton, seem to be trying to mix Through the Looking Glass, Alice in Wonderland and creative license into some form of an ‘unparalleled experience in cinematic fantasy.’ Do we care? Well, not really. To begin, the characters, whether you remember them from earlier versions or not, do very little of interest, and can be outright boring. To compensate, Burton has added some new characters, including the White Queen, who presides over the good part of Underland (no longer Wonderland), but who really just likes like Gandalf’s niece. In fact, the whole movie kind of feels like a shoddy remake of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, meant to fit into the space of two hours. An unsuspecting outsider finds herself on a quest of great importance to bringing peace two an entire world. Guided by a knowledgeable sage, she is aided by different creatures along the way. Finally, she accepts her role as the champion of a new world order and kills the Jabberwocky, a wicked beast that wreaks evil with its fiery claws. Some characters may blur the comparison, but its pretty lord of the rings-ish…

Anyway, you get to experience the majesty of all this in 3D, and when things get flat, Alice, the playing card soldiers, the Cheshire cat, the rose bush—just like in Stewardesses, everybody starts thrusting things in your face. But, to be fair, the 3D is, on occasion, really impressive, with characters floating off the screen and right out over the audience. For moments, the film gets really cool, and is like nothing I’ve seen in the old format…not even grandpa goes through the window. Still, I’m not sure that it was cool enough to shatter the meaning of my own life, but maybe that’s too cynical, or too unfair to Avatar.

Anyway, to finish on a positive note, there are several other Alice adaptations for rent in K/W, at places like Gen X—and these include two of the sexploitation versions—so when you’re done with Burton’s, and you want to see what other people have tried, you can check them out…I’m banking on the 1966 BBC production being pretty solid.

Until next time…

- plf.