Maybe the word “void” is a fitting way to refer to a creepypasta subreddit. Evidently,
that is how the community sees itself, since all the stories adapted for this
anthology series came from r/NoSleep short fiction horror community. Some
contributors parlayed their stories into book deals and a handful have even
been optioned. Of course, many have been largely ignored. Perhaps fittingly,
and certainly not unexpectedly, the quality varies greatly throughout the
6-episode first season of creator Francesco Loschiavo’s Tales from the Void, based on r.NoSleep stories, which releases tomorrow on BluRay.
Shrewdly,
the opening episode, “Into the Unknown” is the best of the six (and the only
one provided for review when the series debuted on Screambox). The darned thing
just shows up one day in the parking lot of a large, somewhat isolated
apartment building. It is like a giant square, non-reflective black flat-screen
TV that hovers in the air. It also appears invisible to cameras and film, as
Harris discovers. He is the only one exhibiting intellectual curiosity about
it, but plenty of his neighbors are obsessed.
Harris’s
friend Anton has the night-watch, while Bill (who seems to hold some kind of
building captain position) and his hired goons guard it by day. Increasingly
paranoid, Bill fears the Square must be some kind of government experiment
and/or a threat of unknown origin. He is determined to protect the building,
especially Harris, from the Square, no matters how much it hurts.
Throughout
it all, director Joe Lynch maintains a moody atmosphere and skillfully builds
the mounting paranoia. The adaptation of
Matthew Dymerski’s tale lacks the black humor and snappy attitude of many of
Lynch’s film, particularly Mayhem and Everly, but it creates a
sense of a self-contained community, under extreme stress.
Conveniently,
the second episode, also happens to be second best in quality too. “Fixed
Frequency” harkens back to 1980s teen horror, following three punky kids who
prank their neighbors, by hacking their baby-monitors. Juan does not think it
is very funny to terrify young mothers, but he plays along with Kurt and
Cedric, because of peer pressure. Then, at their last house of the night, they
hear an ominous bogeyman voice talking back to them through their walkie. It
seems like he is exactly what they pretended to be—and he is coming for them
next.
Helmed
by Loschiavo, “Fixed Frequency” perfectly hits the right nostalgic notes. If
anything, it feels a little truncated, but that suggests how effective the set-up
is. Of all the first season episodes, this one could most easily be fixed-up
into a feature length treatment.
Unfortunately,
“Starlight,” also helmed by Loschiavo, is by far the most predictable. It
follows Whit Barnett, a would-be influencer, who is as abrasive as he is
pathetic. Yet, he has been selected for a mysterious new game show, which, of
course, is exactly what we think it is. Oh, that crazy dark web.
This
1971 TV movie feels more realistic today than it did the year it released. When
it was produced, Mainland China was still not a UN member, but by the time it
aired, the Communist regime had taken Taiwan’s place. In retrospect, that was a
huge mistake. In the film (conceived as a TV pilot), the CCP engages in nuclear
blackmail, in defiance of the UN. Today, they would do so with UN support. However,
the titular international space station is at the greatest risk in Tom Gries’s Earth
II, which releases today on BluRay.
Most UN
member nations, including the United States, agreed to help finance Earth II
and recognize it as a sovereign nation, in the Roddenberry-esque hope that it
will develop scientific innovations to solve all our terrestrial problems. The
one-world idealists insist Earth II must remain neutral, but hawks like Frank Karger
are skeptical. However, the former NASA launch director has the kind of skills
Earth II needs, so he immigrates with his family, intending to shape more
realistic military and defense policies for the space station.
In
contrast, his friend and colleague David Seville strictly advocates for Earth
II’s utopian ideals. Unfortunately, reality intrudes when China launches a satellite
armed with nuclear warheads, ironically pointed at Moscow (even though the USSR
originally supplied the nukes to their socialist brothers). Clearly, screenwriters
Allan Balter and William Read Woodfield subscribed to the Sino-Soviet split
scenario that was then in vogue.
Rather
awkwardly, every rotation Earth II makes round Earth I, they come perilously close
to colliding with the CCP satellite. They issue strongly worded diplomatic
protests, but the “Red Chinese” (as the film refers to the regime) tells Earth
II to go pound sand. Seville is inclined to live with Damocles Sword, but
Karger convinces the station through their town meeting-style direct democracy
to take active measures to remove the nukes.
Obviously,
Gries, Balter, and Woodfield have a greater affinity for Team Seville. Yet,
some of the rash, ill-thought-out actions of his fellow peaceniks risk ultimate
Armageddon for Earth I. Indeed, the writing is sufficiently smart, to the
extent that it greatly muddles the intended message, which actually makes the
TV film quite interesting. Earth II also has the distinction of advisory
help from both NASA and, believe it or not, Buckminster Fuller, who created the
geometric maps displayed in the control room.
Tony
Franciosa is surprisingly good as Karger (even though his presence screams “TV
movie,” especially since Mariette Hartley portrays his wife, Lisa). However,
Gary Lockwood is disappointingly dour and rather unengaged as Seville (especially
considering his classic appearance in 2001 and his great guest-shot on Star
Trek). On the other hand, Gary Merrill is reliably craggy as veteran operations
director Walter Dietrich. It is also worth noting the great James Hong and
Soon-tek Oh appear uncredited as the Red Chinese “diplomats.”
Fela Kuti might have said “music is the weapon…of the future,” but for the
mercenaries known as “the Hyenas of Bangui,” guns and “voodoo”-like magic are
better weapons. Their bwiti practitioner, Papa Minuit, covers their magical six.
However, they will be severely out magically-gunned when they take refuge in
the notoriously haunted Sine-Saloum delta region in director-screenwriter Jean
Luc Herbulot’s Saloum, which releases today on BluRay,
Chaka
leads the Hyenas from their base in the Central African Republic, but he originally
hails from Senegal’s Sine-Saloum. For their latest gig, the Hyenas must safely escort
a Mexican drug-lord out of the chaos of Guinea-Bissau’s 2003 coup.
Unfortunately, a bullet nicks the fuel line of their getaway plane, forcing an
emergency landing in Sine-Saloum, where Cheika happens to know a “nearby”
(eight hour’s walk) artist’s retreat.
Except,
their detour was no accident. Cheika engineered it, because he seems to have
unfinished business with Omar, the proprietor, who can’t quite remember where or
when they met. The family-style meals will be especially awkward, since they
must share them with Souley Fale, a cop supposedly on vacation and Awa, a
deaf-mute who makes it known to Cheika (through sign language) she knows who
they are and she will expose them, unless he agrees to take her with them.
Initially,
the Hyenas want nothing to do with the demanding Awa. However, when the local
demonic monsters start attacking the guests through their ears, her deafness
becomes an unlikely asset. For years, Omar kept them in check through a Faustian
bargain, but Cheika’s plans upset the balance.
The
swarming entities looking surprisingly cool on-camera, especially considering
the film’s extreme budget constraints. They are also quite distinctively
different from just about every other supernatural bogeyman horror fans might
have seen before.
Yet,
Herbulot does not merely overachieve with the special effects. Saloum is
uncannily atmospheric and increasingly unnerving. Arguably, this is the most
satisfying, relentlessly super-charged African film since Viva Riva! (exclamation
point in title).
Technically, there was a superhero movie this year, but it takes a while to get to
it. As it happens, Clint Eastwood, whose most likely final film was just unceremoniously
dumped into theaters, had two films release this year. Genre fans were truly spoiled
this year, but we didn’t know how good we had it growing up in the 1980s. Looking
back, most viewers will agree with the general enthusiasm of the commentators
in Roger Lay Jr.’s 1982: The Greatest Geek Year Ever, which releases Tuesday
on DVD in a feature-documentary cut.
It
will not take long to convince readers of 1982’s cinematic merits. Just look at
the highlights: E.T., Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, Rocky III, Creepshow,
Poltergeist, and Conan the Barbarian. Amongst the “flops” were
universally beloved classics like John Carpenter’s The Thing and Ridley
Scott’s Blade Runner. Plus, there were “minor” hits like The Swamp
Thing (the lone “superhero” movie) and Tron, which scratched
out its profitability for Disney through video game tie-ins.
There
were several historic firsts, like Friday the 13th, Part III,
which was the first film in which Jason wore the iconic hockey mask. Sadly, Halloween
III: The Season of the Witch became the first and last installment of the Halloween
franchise not featuring Michael Myers, but in retrospect, it was one of the
best. Filmmakers took risks, which sometimes paid off, as with Jim Henson’s
brilliant The Dark Crystal.
All
of the above films are covered in considerable detail during Greatest Geek
Year Ever—and rightfully so. However, some of the omissions will leave you
scratching your head, like Jean-Jacques Annaud’s Quest for Fire and Alan
Parker’s Pink Floyd: The Wall, which were shoot-for-the-moon movies if
ever there was one. Weirdly, nobody mentions this was the first year Disney
faced serious competition for theatrical animation, from Don Bluth’s The Secret
of NIMH, and Rankin-Bass’s The Last Unicorn.
They
cover some of the “prestige” films as well, while lamenting the Best Picture Oscar
for Ghandi over so many other films that have become a part of our lives
(yet, it is not as egregious as Kramer vs. Kramer winning in 1979, which
stands as another incredibly deep year for movies). Appropriately, Lay and
company spend a good deal of time on Eastwood’s Firefox, which arguably
represents the very first “techno-thriller,” whereas Eastwood’s much more
personal Honkytonk Man is ignored. Perhaps one of the most glaring
oversights is An Officer and a Gentleman, which is only mentioned it
passing, but still holds up and its military cred ought to buy it more screen
discussion.
Frankly,
some of the most entertaining segments focus on more idiosyncratic selections,
like The Beastmaster, which became a hit on video, and the Roger Corman-produced
Forbidden World, mostly because it is always fun to hear the low-budget
mogul reminisce. Yet, nobody is more tongue-in-cheek than Barry Bostwick
looking back on the goofiness of Hal Needham’s Megaforce.
It is scandalous it took us so long to dedicate a proper memorial to the American
servicemen who served in WWI, but at least when we finally did, we did it right.
Arguably, WWI perhaps looms larger in the Australian public consciousness,
thanks to Gallipoli (the battle and the film). They were in France too.
Farm-raised Jim Collins is one of the Australians fighting a war of inches
behind French lines in Jordan Prince-Wright’s Before Dawn, which
releases tomorrow on DVD/BluRay.
Collins
and his mates want to enlist, because they believe it will be an adventure that
will lead to later dividends. He assumes his father opposes because he wants to
keep him on the farm. However, when he reaches France, Collins realizes this
war is nothing like he imagined—and it will not end anytime soon.
In
a baptism of fire, their corporal takes Collins and three mates on a mission
into no man’s land on their first night in the trenches. Only Collins returns.
He blames himself for at least one of their deaths, because he could not kill a
German soldier who looked even younger than himself. Consequently, he takes
greater risks to save other Allied soldiers, as the weeks drag into months and
even years.
There
is a lot that works in Before Dawn, but just as the generals were
fighting prior wars with new technology, Prince-Wright is largely hemmed in by
the cinematic vocabulary of the various film versions of All Quiet on the Western Front. Few films have successfully broken out of the trench
straight-jacket, but it has been done by the likes of 1917, The Blue
Max, and, ironically, the animated Sgt. Stubby (which is probably
the best of the lot).
Nevertheless,
the gritty realism of Before Dawn packs a punch and the warfighting
special effects are impressive, in an immersive kind of way. Prince-Wright
conveys a visceral sense of how the mud and muck were a constant, demoralizing presence,
as well as the sudden randomness of death.
Levi
Miller credibly portrays Collins’ harsh maturation, but never in a way that
truly surprises the audience. Instead, Myles Pollard somewhat overshadows him
as the battle-hardened and also secretly battle-scarred Sgt. Beaufort, who
maybe should have been the focal character, as perceived by Collins.
Among anime fans, Mobile Suit Gundam is considered the granddaddy of the mecha
genre. Yet, during its initial series run, budget shortfalls constantly forced
producers to cut corners. Series director Yoshiyuki Tomino believed the
economizing was particularly conspicuous throughout the fifteenth episode, so
he withheld it from most subsequent distribution packages. However, he still
believed the story had potential. Years later, this interlude from the Earth
Federation’s battle against Zeon separatists gets a feature-length remake in Yoshikazu
Yasuhiko’s Mobile Suit Gundam: Cucuruz Doan’s Island, which releases
Tuesday on BluRay.
All
you really need to know about the Battle of Jaburo is recent momentum has
favored the Federation, but Zeon has a major game-changing counter-offensive
planned. According to his orders, Captain Bright Noa dispatched Amuro Ray and
his comrades Kai Shiden and Hayato Kobayashi on a “mopping up” operation,
targeted suspected sleeper operatives on Alegranza, perilously near their
Canary Islands base.
Unfortunately,
after the disoriented Ray separates from his unit, he is ambushed by a vintage
Zaku, a Zeon mecha suit. Per protocol, Shiden and Kobayashi must leave him
behind. However, he will not face the sort of peril they fear. Instead, Cucuruz
Doan, the pilot of the Zaku, helps nurse Ray back to help and offers him hospitality
in his farm, a refuge for two dozen or so war orphans.
While
Ray is eager to rejoin the war, Doan has declared his own separate peace. He
bears Ray no ill-will, but he will not do anything that could bring warfighting
back to his island. Consequently, Ray wastes days searching for the Gundam Doan
hid alongside his Zaku. Yet, as Ray comes to know the orphans, he better
appreciates Doan’s desire to protect them and his aversion to the ongoing war.
Of
course, war inevitably returns to Alegranza, whether Doan likes it or not. Having
lost contact with their sleeper operative, Doan, the sinister Zeon commander M’quve
deploys a unit of Zakus to take charge of the doomsday weapon buried in the
island’s subterranean caverns. Ray’s friends are also on their way, since
Captain Noa conveniently feigned engine trouble, to facilitate the unsanctioned
rescue operation he knew they would launch.
The
contrasting ways Ray and Doan relate to war gives this film some intriguing
philosophical heft. It is easy to see why Tomino considered the original
episode lost a lost opportunity. The storyline is also easy to carve out of the
overall series narrative. However, much of the business involving the orphans
is a way too precious.
The Hawkins are no Ewings. Their ranching and cowboying way of life was
under stress, even before they had to face childhood cancer. Having their son
Peter behind bars is not much help either. At least his mother Monica stays
plenty busy as the sheriff, but the pay cannot cover new uninsured treatments. Of
course, Peter knows all about the outlaw way to raise money in Jake Allyn’s Ride,
which releases this Tuesday on DVD and BluRay.
Peter
Hawkins was originally sentenced to less than two years in prison, but somehow
it was extended to a full four. His father John instructed the family to sever
all contact, which they mostly did, because they were so preoccupied with his younger
preteen sister Virginia’s cancer diagnosis. Just when they thought she was
coming home, new cancer cells emerge.
Grandpa
is still there for him, ready to coach Peter when he returns to competitive
bull-riding. His old cell-mate is also ready and willing, whenever he needs to buy
self-medication. However, Hawkins also happens to notice where his dealer stashes
all his illicit cash, which could be handy information to know.
Allyn,
who directs himself, really understands the small-town western setting and he depicts
their family and cowboy values in a respectful manner. Unfortunately, some
viewers will be frustrated Allyn refuses to choose either hardscrabble family
drama or gritty crime lane, basically straddling the center line instead.
However, that makes Ride quite a distinctive film. Indeed, the former
creates such high stakes in the latter.
C.
Thomas Howell might just deliver the screen performance of his career as vinegary
John Hawkins (or it is a close second to his work in The Outsiders). It
is an incredibly complex and intense performance. Frankly, he looks even
craggier than Forrie J. Smith portraying his father Al, but that just adds
further poignancy to his performance.
Although
Annabeth Gish has less screentime, she serves up some powerful moments in the
third act. Again, Ride deserves some consideration if anyone programs a
Gish retrospective. Allyn also does right by himself playing Peter Hawkins. He
brings out the full tragedy of his circumstances, without wallowing in fake
pity. In fact, in some ways the film is very much about his character learning
to take responsibility.
Recently, nuns have been like the red-shirted disposable crew-members of horror
movies, especially in Immaculate, which wasn’t otherwise special in any
way. A new novitiate is duly in for very similar treatment in this film. In
fact, it could almost be considered a remake, even though it only opened in
theaters a few weeks later, but [badly] retconned into the Omen franchise.
One thing is for certain, someone must be getting pregnant eventually in
Arkasha Stevenson’s prequel, The First Omen, which releases today on DVD and
BluRay.
Ironically,
the prologue serves up the film’s scariest scene, featuring a slightly younger
Father Brennan (played by Patrick Troughton, the second Doctor [Who] in the
original film). Alas, it is mostly downhill from there. Eerily like Sydney
Sweeney in Immaculate, naïve prospective “Sister” Margaret has been
lured to an ominous Italian convent-orphanage by Cardinal Lawrence, her old
trusted priest, who now is part of a shadowy cabal within the Church.
Again,
she befriends a comparatively free-spirited fellow novitiate, Luz, in whom Margaret
confides her concerns, including the apparent abuse of Carlita, an orphan who
suffers from disturbing visions. Sound familiar yet? However, First Omen has
Father Brennan to warn Margaret there are sinister things afoot at the convent,
if she hadn’t noticed yet.
By
far, the best thing going for First Omen is the perfectly cast Ralph
Ineson as Father Brennan. He definitely has the right sort of grizzled Peter
Cushing-esque intensity for Antichrist-busting priest.
However,
the film waters down Fr. Brennan’s backstory, ditching his past sexual transgressions,
which allowed the Satanic faction temporarily corrupt him. Stevenson and
co-screenwriters Tim Smith and Keith Thomas go further, somewhat de-Satanizing
the secret Devil-worshiping cabal, turning them into bizarre uber-Catholic
fanatics seeking to hasten the Antichrist’s arrival to “scare” people back to
the Church. Right, what could go wrong with that plan?
There was a time when G.I.’s expected war correspondents to be on their side.
That was during WWII and maybe sometimes the Korean War. Nobody had more
sympathy for the grunts in harm’s way than Pulitzer Prize winner Ernie Pyle.
Sadly, Pyle was killed-in-action during the Battle of Okinawa, two months before
the film based on his newspaper stories was released. We missed the humanity of
his journalism in future wars, while Pyle missed out seeing his words done
justice in William Wellman’s The Story of G.I. Joe, which has been
freshly restored and released on DVD and BluRay, by Ignite Films.
When
Pyle first embeds with Company C (18th Infantry) in Tunisia, the GIs
see an undersized middle-aged pencil-pusher, but they respect him when he
proves he is tough enough to keep up with them. Subsequently, they immediately accept
as a foxhole-mate when he rejoins them in Italy. Pyle remembers them all well,
especially battle-hardened Lt. Bill Walker, who is now Capt. Walker, because he
“outlived” the other Lieutenants.
Mired
underneath an ancient monastery serving as a German observation post, Pyle serves
as a sounding board, counselor, and too often a eulogist for Walker’s men. Sgt.
Steve Warnicki constantly fiddles with a victrola, hoping to hear the special
pressing his wife sent of his newborn son’s voice. Pvt. Dondaro is a Jersey
ladies man, who conveniently speaks Italian. In contrast, Pvt. Robert “Wingless”
Murphy will marry his sweetheart, “Red,” a Red Cross nurse (played by Wellman’s
uncredited wife, Dorothy Coonan Wellman. However, this is war, so not everyone
will live to see the end of the film, just like the real-life Pyle did not
survive to cover the end of the war.
The
Story of G.I. Joe was
added to the National Film Registry and it earned Robert Mitchum’s only Oscar
nomination for his portrayal of Capt. Walker, so it is hardly an unheralded
film. Nevertheless, if you discover it by watching Ignite’s stunning
restoration, you might rightfully wonder why rarely appears on all-time best
lists.
Seriously,
this is a masterwork. Although Wellman largely maintains an intimate squad-level
focus, there are realistic battle scenes that still hold up post-Saving
Private Ryan. It presents war with brutal honesty, making it clear every starring
or supporting character could very easily fall in battle. The writing is consistently
sharp and sometimes even hilarious, as when Pyle humors the men with ribald Hollywood
gossip, which the sound of artillery “censors” for viewers.
Burgess
Meredith is famous for classic The Twilight Zone episodes, the
Rocky franchise, and dozens of other films, but Pyle might be the greatest
screen performance of his entire career. He has the perfect look for the
43-year-old journalist, even though he was specially discharged from the Army
expressly for this film. When he talks in-character about war, viewers believe
he speaks from experience, which indeed was true for Burgess on a personal
level.
If you grew up in the 1970s, you might remember a time when gas stations
ran out of gas. With all the talk about reviving various price controls, we
might just bring those bad old days back. For one “last chance” gas station,
that reality is already here. Their re-supply track is running late, unnerving
several dodgy characters who need to get out of town fast in Francis Galluppi’s
The Last Stop in Yuma County, which releases today on BluRay.
This
is a thriller in the tradition of The Petrified Forest, but the
characters probably feel like they are stuck in Sartre play. Vernon’s filling
station is out of gas, so his potential customers must wait for the truck to
arrive in Charlotte’s diner, where the air-conditioning is on the fritz. The
nebbish traveling salesman hawking knock-off Ginsu knives recognizes Travis and
Beau match the description of wanted bank-robbers, which is no coincidence.
Essentially,
the two fugitives hold them hostage, but they all try to act normal for all the
other customers coming into the diner, including Deputy Gavin. Charlotte tries
to send a warning through him to the Sheriff, her husband Charlie, but poor
Gavin is an exceedingly dim bulb.
Yuma
County is
a reasonably successful desert noir, mainly due to its colorful characters and the
experienced ensemble of genre-friendly thesps portraying them. On the other
hand, the execution and pacing are somewhat uneven. After fifty-some-minutes of
ever-so deliberately slow-building, Galluppi seems to say the heck with it and
unleashes total bedlam.
Regardless,
Richard Brake is appropriately sinister as Beau, the brains of the two-armed
robber-operation. Sometimes, Jim Cummings takes over-the-top a bit too far, but
he finds the right level of twitchiness for the knife salesman. The great
Barbara Crampton also gets a lot of laughs in her slightly larger-than-cameo
appearances as the Sheriff’s receptionist, Virginia.
Do not call Toshiro Takuma “Jackie,” like some of these Yakuza do. He
prefers ‘Bruce,” in honor of the Master (who stayed true to Hong Kong). Realism
is important to Takuma. That is why he is only now working on his second film. Due
to twist of fate, Takuma happens to be scouting a remote location where two
rivals Yakuza clans happen to be fighting over a hidden cache of cocaine. Of
course, Takuma is way too much for either of them to handle in Yudai Yamaguchi’s
One Percent Warrior, which releases tomorrow on BluRay.
Takuma’s
skills are so legit, real-life martial arts schools would gladly hire him. (Only one percent of martial artists truly master their discipline, he sneers.) However, his commitment to authenticity is largely lost on the film industry.
His first film has become a cult hit, but producers prefer flash and sizzle
over his guts and grit. When a possible funding opportunity arises, Takuma heads
out on a scouting mission with Akira, his last remaining apprentice.
Instead,
the ruthless Takenouchi dragged Maria, the daughter of a recently deceased
Yakuza chairman, to the deserted zinc factory, in search of his cocaine stash.
Of course, Takuma quickly rescues Maria, leaving her in Akira’s care, as he
picks off Takenouchi’s henchmen one by one. Soon, a rival faction led by
Shishidou also barges in. They share Takenouchi’s determination to recover the
old man’s drugs, but Shishidou’s daughter Ami also seems to have an unhealthy
interest in Maria as well.
There are two reasons we have so many Christmas horror movies, one good and
one bad. Some filmmakers probably enjoy defiling a Christian holiday, but for
others, it is a convenient way to assemble a group of characters and keep them confined
inside, sheltering from the cold. Weirdly, nobody seems to have plans for the
holiday in this film, not even a pair of sibling Christian missionaries. Of
course, they want in from the cold, but what they find is even worse in Damien
LeVeck’s A Creature was Stirring, which releases Tuesday on DVD and BluRay.
It
is immediate clear to viewers Faith Larsen has a very difficult relationship
with her daughter Charm, over and beyond having named her “Charm.” Initially,
we assume she has a particularly nasty case of Munchausen-by-proxy, but there
soon seems to be good reason to worry if Charm’s temperature falls outside a
102-104-ish range.
Considering
Creature has been promoted as a monster movie (see title) and there is a
spiky thing on the DVD cover, it should not be too spoilery to mention a
monster might come out. That makes it rather awkward when Liz and Kory invite
themselves in, mistakenly believing the house is empty. They quickly learn how wrong
they were when Larsen whacks Kory’s knee with a bat tricked out like the one
Jeffrey Dean Morgan wields on The Walking Dead.
It
seems strange two missionaries would not be attending services on Christmas
night and yet here they are, apologizing profusely and pleading relief from the
cold, as well as medical treatment for Kory. Being a nurse, it is hard for
Larsen to refuse. Her medical training also helped her analyze Charm’s weird
condition. Unfortunately, Liz will misdiagnosis the situation, suspecting a
sinister case of abuse, whereas Kory starts to get the monstrous nature of the
danger they face.
This
could very well be the least Christmasy Christmas horror movie ever. Maybe the
Larsens would not have plans to observe, but surely the missionaries would.
Frankly, the title feels more like a marketing gimmick that borders on a
bait-and-switch.
LeVeck
creates a tensely claustrophobic vibe, but Shannon Wells’ screenplay is too
obviously trying to fool the audience. The final twist is more likely to
generate groans than gasps—and will definitely leave you questioning the
investment of your time in this movie.
It was the multiverse story to end all multiverse stories, but it was
written before the multiverse was the thing to obsess over. For comic readers in
the 1980s, it looked like DC’s attempt to copy the success of Marvel’s Secret
Wars, but it promised to simplify their numerous universes. Since then, it
has become a significant part of the DC universe lore. It was even adapted in
multiple Arrowverse episodes. It now joins the DC Animated Tomorrowverse, when
Jeff Wamester’s Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part One [out
of three] releases today on BluRay.
The
Barry Allen edition of The Flash has become unstuck in time, super-charged on cosmic
speed force. As he shifts between the various Earths, The Flash notices an
ominous looking wave of anti-matter bearing down on each alternate planet. The
ancient Monitor notices it too. Although he has vowed to never interfere in the
human matters he scrupulously observes (sort of like Marvel What If’s
The Watcher), the Monitor has made an exception, gathering the greatest heroes
and scientists from multiple Earths to hatch a plan to stop the anti-matter
wave.
Although
The Question is skeptical, The Flash can confirm the Monitor’s story, because
he has seen it for himself. He has also had to navigate multiple realities,
including his wedding on one Earth and the belated formation of the Justice League
on another. However, he is not prepared for the shock of the dystopian Earth-3,
ruled by a gang of supervillains headed by the evil Superman analog Ultraman
(not the Japanese Kyodai hero). It is quite telling how much this Ultraman
looks, acts, and sounds like The Boys’ Homelander, but the DC character
predates the caped psycho played by Anthony Starr, by about forty years.
DC
Animated has regularly been producing better superhero movies than anything
Marvel or DC has done recently in live-action. Crisis Part One is not as
inventive as Superman: Red Sun or Batman Ninja, but it is still
smartly executed film. In fact, the multiverse story is probably particularly
suited to animation, because it can more easily depict The Flash careening between
worlds.
One
of the charms of the original comic was the assembly of so many heroes, both
the iconic and the somewhat obscure. James Krieg’s adaptation of the Marv
Wolfman/George Perez limited series still does that too, but it is definitely
Flash-forward, so to speak. Matt Bomer’s voice-over performance as the Flash is
far superior to Ezra Miller’s disastrous film turn. Likewise, Darren Criss and
Jensen Ackles nicely differentiate the personalities of the various Supermen
and Batmen (but they only voice the “good ones”).
So-called "Kopinos" are embarrassing phenomenon for South Korea, because the
half-Korean half-Filipino orphans are mostly the products of sex tourism to the
Philippines, who receive no financial support from their deadbeat dads. Marco
Han’s mother might be something of an exception (the nature of his conception
is left diplomatically vague), but they lived in similar poverty. When his
mother falls sick, Han starts looking for his father, whose employees happen to
be looking for him too in director-screenwriter Park Hoon-jung’s The Childe (with
its Olde English “e”), which releases Tuesday on BluRay.
As
a boxer, Han is used to hard knocks, but his mother’s decline is a bitter pill to
swallow. It seems too good to be true when his birth-father’s sleazy lawyer suddenly
turns up, offering to take him to Korea—because, of course, it is. Weirdly, a
mystery man with a sickly cough seems to be shadowing them, which, indeed, he
is.
Things
get a bit hectic once he arrives in Korea. For reasons he does not understand.
Coughing Man (who refers to himself as “the Expert” or “Gwigongja,” the literal
translation being “Nobleman”) is out to get Han, just like his entitled half-brother
Han Yi, as well as Yoon-ju, a femme fatale assassin working for a rival family
faction. In fact, the first half of the film does not make much sense, because
the three villains seem to be squabbling over who gets to kill poor, clueless
Marco.
However,
Park really flips the switch in the second half. Everyone’s cynical motivation
suddenly becomes crystal clear and it all culminates in a massively violent,
but extremely crowd-pleasing action showdown.
It is sort of like an animated Short Cuts, but weirder. By mixing
and matching half a dozen stories (from various collections), American-born,
European-based filmmaker Pierre Foldes may have cracked the code when it comes
to adapting Haruki Murakami. The world is strange and sad, but also a little
magical in Foldes’s Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, which is now available
on DVD (a perfect gift for Murakami fans) from Kino Lorber.
It
is a few days after the 2011 earthquake and tsunami. Most of Tokyo has gone
back to business as usual, but not Komura-san’s wife Kyoko, who obsessively
watches the grim news footage in a near-catatonic state—until she suddenly up and
leaves him. Komura works with poor beleaguered salaryman Katagiri-san, whose
boss is clearly setting him up to be fired. The bank wants Komura out too, but
at least they are offering him a package.
While
he thinks it over, Komura agrees to deliver a mystery box to a co-worker’s
sister up in Hokkaido. Meeanwhile, Katagiri-san gets a strange proposal of his
own, from a seven-foot frog. “Frog” as he likes to be called will collect on
the bad debt plaguing Katagiri at the bank, if he will help the self-assured amphibian
battle the giant subterranean worm that threatens to destroy Tokyo.
Yes,
that is right. Makoto Shinkai’s Suzume shares some plot points with a
Murakami story. It is also the best of the intertwined narrative strands,
because everybody loves giant frogs, right? You would have to be a Communist
not to. Regardless, the unlikely relationship that develops between Katagiri
and Frog wonderfully surreal and compelling.
He
and Frog might be the best things going in Blind Willow, but the rest of
the film still works. The way Foldes combined different Murakami stories is quite
savvy. As a result, the payoffs for each story amplify each other. They all
seam to fit together seamlessly, like Robert Altman’s aforementioned treatment
of Raymond Carver’s short stories.
Even if it were easy, a lot of people still wouldn’t care enough to serve
their country. These three veterans did—and they still carry the experience
(and in many cases, the physical and emotional scars) with them. All three
former soldiers tell their stories of valor under fire and difficulties
re-acclimating to civilian life in the Borrego Brothers’ documentary Tribal,
which releases today on DVD and VOD.
The
title comes from Sebastian Jungr, referring to unity of perspective, values,
and way of life shared by soldiers serving together. It will confuse many
viewers with little connection to the military, possibly even offending a
substantial subset, but it is in fact an apt title. The Borregos and producer
Mark Kershaw focus on three War on Terror veterans, Army vets SPC John “Michael”
Gomez and SFC Omar Hernandez, as well as former Marine CPL Wade Spann. Plus, Kershaw
(also formerly Army) appears after about an hour, to directly address his
recovery process and his hopes to facilitate more veterans getting the help
they need.
In
large part, Tribal simply consists of interview segments, relying on the
power of its subjects’ own words. In some cases, the Borregos illustrate their
harrowing survivor stories with evocatively stylized re-enactments that are not
intended to be realistic. In some ways, these sequences are somewhat akin to
some scenes in Beyond Glory, the film adaptation of Stephen Lang’s
one-man show portraying multiple Medal of Honor recipients.
The
primary message that comes through loud and clear throughout Tribal is
that society must do a better job easing veterans back into civilian life.
Although PTSD once carried a stigma, all three interviewees agree there is a
much greater acceptance within military circles today for those who need and
seek mental health assistance—but it is still an issue.
A
secondary point that emerges is the frustration of military decisions getting
made to satisfy political calculations rather than on the basis of sound
strategic and tactical grounds. A case in point would be Spann’s ferocious account
of his unit’s advance through Fallujah and how they were suddenly ordered to
withdraw, for purely political reasons. Unfortunately, the job was left to
other units, who suffered needlessly high casualties, since the insurgent
forces were allowed to regroup and reinforce. At least that is how he sees it
and he certainly had an informed perspective to make a judgment.
It is hard to say which is more corrupt, the press or the government. A
tabloid reporter will learn both institutions covered up some really horrific
crimes to build Korea’s most notorious subway stop. Since then, people have
quietly died at Oksu Station at a steady rate, but nobody talks about it,
because the construction lined the pockets of the usual suspects: politicians, unions,
and contractors. However, there is some kind of presence in the station and the
more it is ignored, the more widely it lashes out in Jeong Yong-ki’s The
Ghost Station, which releases tomorrow on DVD and BluRay.
Kim
Na-young is having a hard time generating the clicks demanding by her
newspaper, a disreputable, bottom-feeding, sleaze-mongering tabloid, most
likely modeled on The New York Times. They are even threatening to throw
her to the wolves, when the subject of her “Miss Summer” feature turns out to
be transexual and sues for the supposedly unwanted “outing.” Needing a scoop,
her friend in the transit authority, Choi Woo-won, alerts her to an unusual
accident, in which a speeding service train decapitated a victim along the old tracks
no longer in public service, beneath the proper station.
It
turns out the conductor of the service train and a witness from maintenance reported
seeing a young child on the platform at the time of the accident. It is a
pretty good story, but Kim is pressured to retract it when it is reported the
conductor had already committed suicide by the time she took his statement.
There is definitely something super-angry down there. In fact, the favorite
J-horror term “grudge” is used in the English subtitles. Whatever it is, it
marks its next victims with scratches on their wrists, like the ones that turn
up on Choi.
It
is true Ghost Station is a lot like many Korean and Japanese horror
films, but that only stands to reason, since it was co-adapted from a Korean
webcomic by Japanese screenwriters, Hiroshi Takashi (Ringu 1 & 2)
and Koji Shiraishi (Noroi). All the elements are familiar, but Jeong
understands how to marshal them to their fullest effect. Indeed, the film
borrows considerably from The Ring/u, but since Takashi wrote the
original, he is stealing from himself, so who are we to object?
Mel Hunter might be tiny, but his ears are still big. In fact, the
miniaturized secret agent’s ability to identify musicians by ear will help him
foil another plot in “Off Beat,” the 13th and final episode of World
of Giants. Little seen since it originally aired in 1959, the restored
series releases Tuesday on DVD.
The
femme fatale wife of a museum curator has smuggled a shipment of contraband
antiquities out of Egypt, most likely stashing them in the jazz club Hunter and
his full-sized partner, Bill Winters, tracked her to. Naturally, Winters and
their Della Street-like assistant, Miss Brown, take Hunter to the club in his
special carrying-kennel valise, so he can check out the scene.
While
listening to Chick Crescent, Hunter cannot help noticing the jazz pianist just
does not sound like himself. He does not swing like he always has and he thinks
he recognizes solos and licks from his old records. Hunter cannot say for sure,
but he knows someone who can. That would be Crescent’s former mentor from New
Orleans, Daddy Dean, whom Hunter used to jam with, before shrinking down to
action figure size.
The
series might have crashed and burned, but it is cool to see this episode,
written by (then) married TV scribes Kay Lenard and Jess Carneol, treating jazz
with respect. It is sort of like a fusion of spy-sci-fi (in the tradition of The
Invisible Man) with the Downbeat blindfold test. It would be
interesting to know who was the uncredited musician dubbing the piano.
Presumably, it was someone like Steve Allen, who could imitate various styles,
but never really played with much passion.
She is like Wonder Woman, except she has a red scarf instead of a golden
lasso—and her latest film doesn’t stink. Tired of the MCU and DCU movies? Who
isn’t? The CGI is terrible, the writing is too woke, and everybody who isn’t a
super-fan has to google all the meaningless character cameos. Indonesia is
doing a much better job of superhero movies—and they too have two shared
universes going. The Legend of Gatotkaca launched the Satria Dewa.
Now we get the second film of the Bumilangit universe. However, you do
not need to know anything about the first film to enjoy UPI (Avianto)’s Sri
Asih: The Warrior, which releases tomorrow on DVD and VOD.
Alana
always had a lot of fight in her, even in the orphanage, following her parents
rather spectacular volcano-related deaths. Fortuitously, her mother happens to
be the wealthy proprietor of an MMA gym. That was a convenient happenstance, but
obviously, not really.
As
a young woman, Alana is a contender. Unfortunately, that means she attracts the
attention of crimelord Prayogo Adinegara’s wastrel son Mateo, who fancies
himself a cage-fighter. He pressures Alana to take a dive, to stroke his ego.
Reluctantly, she agrees for the sake of the gym, but his jerky behavior ignites
her anger.
It
turns out Alana has anger issues, straight from the goddess of anger, herself. That
is because the sinister deity knows the goddess Asih has invested Alana with
her own powers of righteousness. There are people who can help her master her
powers, so she can defeat the rival goddess’s earthly host and foil a gruesome sacrifice.
There
is a lot going on in Sri Asih, but it all boils down to G vs. E, good
versus evil. That is why it works better than any recent American superhero
movie. If you were cool with Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman, you will be just as
happy with Pevita Pearce as Alana/Sri Asih, if not slightly more so.
They were the original party boats—and they also flew. Back in the day, if
you were “flying down to Rio,” or Havana, you were flying on some kind of sea
plane. Perhaps no aircraft better symbolized freedom and escape, which is why a
small handful of aviation enthusiasts still love and restore them. Viewers can
escape the anti-Semitic hatred we are seeing on TV, including on the streets of
New York, for at least 77-minutes, through the welcome respite of Dirk Braun’s
documentary Flying Boat, which releases today on DVD and VOD.
Flying
boats used to be the way to fly, because there were more harbors than runways.
Then WWII happened. Their ability to land in remote bodies of water or desert
dunes continued to appeal to the adventurous, but commercial air-travel became
anchored on dry, solid land. For a while, the Navy and Air Force maintained a
few Grumman Albatrosses, because of their flexible landing capabilities. They
also enjoyed a brief vogue among drug smugglers, for obvious reasons. In fact,
one of the owners Braun interviews nearly unknowingly sold her Albatross to El
Chapo. True story.
Today,
it is mostly romantic collectors who own and fly the Albatross, like commercial
pilot-turned author Tom Casey. He is trying to restore an Albatross that is
literally in pieces, with bird nests knotted in its engines. It will be a
lucrative gig for his mechanics, but also a labor of love.
Throughout
Flying Boat, Braun incorporates some gorgeous aerial cinematography that
dramatically captures the Albatross’s grace in the air and its ability to reach
stunningly beautiful locations, where no other signs of human life are visible.
Without question, this is the best-looking documentary of the year.