Riots do not just damage cities physically. They leave emotional trauma that
never fully heals. The riots the burned Los Angeles’s Koreatown neighborhood
were a case in point. Unfortunately, Dr. Ben Song must re-learn that lesson
through the eyes of an 18-year-old Korean American teen in “One Night in
Koreatown,” this week’s episode of Quantum Leap, which premieres
tomorrow on NBC.
As
soon as he realizes what day it is, Song understands the catastrophe heading
towards Jin Park’s shoe store. At least his Korean fluency will come in handy. He
wants to close early and get out while the getting is good, but the old man is
too stubborn. Consequently, they will have to dig-in and barricade the store as
best they can. This will be a real baptism of fire for Magic Williams, who
takes over from Addison Augustine as Song’s holographic guide, because it
brings back painful memories. In fact, it might just re-awaken some of Williams’
old demons.
This
will be a tough leap for everyone, including the writers who labor like pack-mules
to put the “right” spin on the looting of Koreatown. The episode mentions
Reginald Denny in passing, but, not surprisingly, the police are portraying as
more villainous than his attackers or other rioters.
Yet,
perhaps in spite of intentions, we feel acutely Park’s fear of losing
everything he had worked so hard to build for his family. C.S. Lee is terrific
as the Park family patriarch, even when his character is poorly served by some
stilted writing.
Considering how hard it is for SEAL Team Bravo to smuggle a defector out of North
Korea, just imagine how difficult it must be for Pastor Kim Seungeun, the real-life
protagonist of Beyond Utopia. Granted, the SEALs stand out more in the DPRK.
They are also trying to rescue a scientist who is integral to the regime’s
advanced weapons research. Initially, only the first four episodes of SEAL
Team’ s fifth season were supposed to air on CBS (including this
two-part season premiere), before the franchise transferred to Paramount+, but
then the strikes happened. Now, the entire fifth season is part of their new
Fall schedule. It is refreshing to see actual bad guys cast as TV bad guys,
including the North Koreans in “Trust, but Verify,” which returns to free TV
this Thursday.
The
team has their own stuff to deal with at the start of the season. Chief Warrant
Officer Ray Perry has been away, getting treatment for his PTSD, which only
Master Chief Jason Hayes knows, at least so far. Hayes is still trying to shrug
off the lingering effects of a serious head injury that might be more severe
than he wants to admit. Special Operator Clay Spenser is finally planning his
long-deferred honeymoon, while Special Operator Sonny Quinn is spending time
with his newborn. Unfortunately, they must put everything on hold for a “training
mission” with the South Koreans.
Of
course, it turns out the “training” is just a cover. Instead, they will
infiltrate North Korea and exfiltrate Dr. Jin, a high-ranking scientist, whiose
wife already defected. Their contact is Kwan Jon-wi, a rescuer, who is much
closer to Pastor Kim than the dodgy broker-traffickers he is forced to work with.
Although
the two-parter does not reflect the full extent of the DPRK’s extreme dystopian
oppression, it still acknowledges the prison-like conditions and constant
paranoia of life in the North. Most of the action comes in part 2, which is nicely
executed, especially by network TV standards. Keong Sim also has a memorable
guest-appearance as the somewhat traumatized Jin.
Different house, same hell. All the scary stuff happening at the Abaddon Hotel was
apparently related to the tragedy that occurred in this Rockland County
mansion. Of course, a true crime podcaster decides it would be fun to stay
there during her investigation. We can guess the results in screenwriter-director
Stephen Cognetti’s not-exactly-a-prequel Hell House LLC, Origins: The
Carmichael Manor, which premieres today on Shudder.
Margot
Bentley is psyched to be staying in the Carmichael Manor, the scene of a notorious
family killing in the late 1980s. Rebecca Vickers, her more responsible partner
in life and true-crime, is less excited. Vickers also has her trepidations
regarding Bentley’s fresh-out-of-rehab brother Chase, who will be her cameraman,
but she will find him to be much reasonably cautious than his gung-ho sister,
especially when things get weird, which they will.
Of
course, Bentley immediately opens the storeroom the management agent told them
should always remained locked, where they find two spectacularly creepy
life-size clown mannequins—or were there three of them? Then they visit the
local antique shop, where they discover some sinister memorabilia and documents
that on closer inspection link the Carmichael Manor to the Abaddon Hotel, the
site of the infamous mass murder and subsequent mysterious deaths, before it
finally burned to the ground in the previous Hell House LLC.
The
connection between the Carmichaels and Abaddon is new to this film. However,
what really freaks out some of the talking heads offering commentary in the “documentary”
framing the “found footage” is the previously unknown connection between
objects at the Carmichael Manor and the late Margot Bentley.
Typically, proprietors of wax museums are a murderous lot in horror movies, but not
Anthony Draco and Harold Blount. They happen to be amateur criminologists, who
immortalize in wax all the sinister psychopaths they help capture. Jason
Cravette was supposed to be their first case. Conceived as the pilot for a
television series, but deemed too “intense” for network TV, their pursuit of
Cravette (who would have been TV’s first “one-armed” killer) morphed into a
reasonably success theatrical feature. Fans of William Castle-ish gimmicks will
appreciate the “Fear Flasher” and the “Horror Horn” the proceed the genre bits
in Hy Averback’s Chamber of Horrors, which airs tomorrow on TCM, as part
of their Terror-Thon.
William
Conrad’s opening narration warns the faint of heart to look away when the Fear
Flasher and Horror Horn kick in, but the most macabre part of the film is the
prologue, when Cravette forces a priest at gun-point to marry him to the corpse
of his dead lover. After the ceremony, Cravette becomes a fugitive from justice,
whom the Baltimore police apprehend with the help of Draco and Blount. Like
Jesse L. Martin in Irrational, they have a knack for predicting
debauched, anti-social behavior.
Of
course, it does not end there. Although presumed dead, Cravette successfully
escapes police custody, after chopping off his manacled hand. It is just as
well, because he replaces it with an array of custom-designed hooks and
slicing-and-dicing implements. Like any good super-villain, he goes on a
killing spree targeting those who did him wrong, starting with the judge who passed
sentence.
Obviously,
the Fear Flasher and Horror Horn are corny distractions from what should be the
film’s real business, but they are still kind of amusing, in a campy way.
However, the sets and art design are remarkably lush and detailed, especially
given the genre standards of the time. It would be incredibly cool to walk
through a recreation of Draco and Blount’s House of Wax (an intentional echo of
the Vincent Price classic).
It is getting harder to make old fashioned voodoo-themed horror movies, but
on paper, this one would sound like it found the key to unlock that subgenre
for hyper-sensitive viewers. For Donovan Jones’s Uncle Rufus, voodoo was a
means to protect himself from mid-Twentieth Century racism in Blue Ridge,
Georgia. Unfortunately, his uncanny powers claim several innocent victims in Jared
Safier’s Stay Out, which is now streaming on BET Plus.
Much
to his surprise, Jones is informed he is the sole heir of his long-deceased
uncle and aunt’s estate, primarily consisting of the family home that has
languished for decades (hence the tape across the door, cautioning: “stay out”).
Apparently, the incompetence of the firm handling the probate reached levels requiring
state bar intervention. Be that as it may, Jones reluctantly agrees to travel
to Blue Ridge, which apparently still has quite a backwards reputation. In
fact, the only other black family living in town are William and Lauren, with
their rebellious, Blue Ridge-hating teen daughter Raveen. However, for most of
the film, they really will not have anything to do with Donovan Jones.
Instead,
Uncle Rufus periodically possesses his nephew’s body, using it to murder the
descendants of the men who murdered him. It is always deeply traumatizing for
Jones, who tries to fight it, but without success. Of course, he usually gets
stuck with the clean-up. He probably should have listened to the spooky
homeless man who warned him to leave while he still could.
Stay
Out is
presumably intended as horror, but it is hard to tell from the poky execution.
Safier has a momentum-killing habit of repeating expositional dialogue in
multiple scenes. The first act is so slow and flabby, most streamers will probably
bail before the first murder.
The "restricted wing" of the Vanderhouven family mansion is sort of like the
antique vault in Friday the 13th: The Series (unrelated to
the movies) or the sinister collection of demonic objects (like Annabelle)
assembled by the Warrens in the Conjuring films. The difference is the
Vanderhouvens want to deaccession their collection, returning the objects to
where they came from. They have their reasons in creators Jim Cooper & Jeff
Dixon’s ten-part animated series Curses!, which premieres today on Apple
TV+.
Twelve-year-old
Pandora spends most of her time skateboarding through the halls of their stately,
but eccentric mansion and devising new ways to act irresponsibly, while her
older brother Russ concentrates on being a whiny introvert. Unbeknownst to them
and their poor mother Sky, their father Alex is desperately researching occult
means to reverse the curse afflicting the Vanderhouven family. Unfortunately, his
time is up, which means he has been turned to stone.
When
searching for their petrified father, the family discovers the restricted wing
and meets his enchanted helpers: Larry, an eye-patch-sporting pirate skull and
the more fastidious Stanley, a wooden totem or fetish. As they blunder around,
the Vanderhouvens reawaken the powers of the collection amassed by Great-Grandfather
Cornelius Vanderhouven, who was not unlike Uncle Louis Vendredi in Friday
the 13th. After corralling a wild baboon mask, the family deduces
they might be able to reverse the curse, if they return all the antiquities Cornelius
plundered to where they belong.
Curses
has
been billed as gateway horror for kids, but maybe fifty percent of the time,
the series is more like tomb-raiding (or rather restoring) adventure. They even
jet-set around in a Grumman Albatross piloted by their tough-talking
no-questions-asked family pal, Margie. Probably the coolest and most truly
horror-like episode takes the family into a rare Japanese painting inhabited by
demons, but there is also an excursion to the Himalayas that adds clever mind-
and time-bending dimensions.
Regardless,
there is a good deal of intriguing magic and cosmic mayhem. Fittingly, the
legendary Robert Englund supplies the voice of nasty old Cornelius, who will
have a role to play in this nefarious business. The kids need to be grounded,
but Larry and Stanley are guaranteed to charm eight- to twelve-year-olds. They
also look very cool.
Ironically, DI Annika Strandhed has an easier time talking to viewers than her teen
daughter Morgan or her DS, Michael McAndrews, with whom she shares some awkward
personal history. Breaking the fourth wall is her thing. She often dishes to
viewers regarding each episode’s case and her own personal issues. Strandhed (you
can see why they simply called the series “Annika”) also has healthy interest
in literature, which she demonstrates with her musings on Robert Louis
Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It is not exactly a
Halloween episode, but it is the closest PBS has to offer when the latest
episode (S2E3) of Annika premieres Sunday.
Fabian
Hyde, a green-sustainable energy tycoon has been murdered and it is clear the
locals did not agree with his environmental do-gooder PR image. That starts Annika’s
reflections on Stevenson and his fascination with duality—the idea that someone
can be two very distinct personas simultaneously. She fears McAndrews might
also see her as a Jekyll and Hyde, after revealing a very personal secret
during the previous episode.
To
really drive the point home, Strandhed gets deep-faked by a Scottish
defund-the-police-style activist, making her sound like a crass opportunist. It
is certainly a topical subplot and Strandhed’s Stevenson monologues add some welcomed
color (he was Scottish after all). However, the mystery itself is overly
simplistic and obvious even by 1970s Quinn Martin standards (which has been a
longstanding critical knock on the series).
Gen X fondly remembers video arcade pizzerias like Chuck E. Cheese (still in
business) and Showbix Pizza (sadly not), so of course we now enjoy packaging
our nostalgia in horror movies. Logically, it is not the pizza or the video
games that will kill you. It is the animatronic rock & roll stage show
animals. Based on Scott Cawthon’s popular horror survival video game (that
predates the similarly themed Nic Cage movie), Emma Tammi’s Blumhouse-produced Five
Nights at Freddy’s opens this Friday in theaters.
Poor
Mike has trouble holding a job, because he has emotional and sleep-related
issues. Currently, he is the sole support of his kid sister Abby, but their
nasty Aunt Jane is filing motions to assume custody (presumably for the welfare
support checks that would follow her). He needs a job, but unfortunately the
only one his employment counselor, the very odd Steve Raglan, can hook him up
with is the night watchman gig at the long-shuttered Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
family arcade. The position has high turnover, as viewers can tell from the
prologue.
Rather
negligently, Mike does not bother to google the property’s notorious history.
It was popular in the 1980s, but a rash of child disappearances led to its
closure. This information would have meant something to Mike, because he
remains traumatized by the childhood kidnapping of their middle brother,
Garrett, who was never recovered.
For
years, Mike has revisited his abduction through directed-dreaming, hoping to
finally notice a clue identifying the kidnapper. Weirdly, those dreams have
become much more vivid when he sleeps in front of the monitors at Freddy
Fazbear’s. There are also new children in the dream, who seem to know
something. He has yet to notice the animatronic animals moving around on their
own, but it is only a matter of time.
In
case you were worried, the story of Five Nights is considerably
different from Willy’s Wonderland. Mike’s tragic backstory and obsession
with Garrett’s abductor add very different and compelling dimensions. Cawthon
(who was canceled and doxxed on Twitter for having the “wrong” politics) and
co-screenwriters Tammi and Seth Cuddeback marry that underlying storyline with
the animatronic madness surprisingly well.
John
Hutcherson carries the directed-dreaming scenes quite well. In fact, the
exhausted grief and everyman decency he brings as Mike gives the film a solid
anchor. However, there is no doubt the real stars are the four life-sized lethal
animatronics, designed by the Henson Shop: Freddie Fazbear; Bonnie, a deranged
rabbit; Chica, a frighteningly gluttonous chicken; and Foxy, an
eye-patch-sporting pirate fox. They are often accompanied by Mr. Cupcake, a
killer birthday-special pastry, who shares a kinship with the sentinel-orb from
Phantasm.
In the early 1930s, Shanghai was a swinging city, but it was also wild and
woolly, often to a dangerous extent. Apparently, the same was true for the bug
world. Inspector Sun was supposed to battle the crime and corruption, but he is
a bit of an idiot—maybe more than a bit. However, he is lucky, which often
compensated for his lack of intelligence. His luck might hold when he stumbles
across a case that could restore his career while vacationing in Julio Soto
Gurpide’s animated feature Inspector Sun (a.k.a. Inspector Sun and
the Curse of the Black Widow), which opens tomorrow in theaters.
Sun
is a “nepo baby,” but even his police chief uncle has had enough of the chaos
he stirs up. At least he still collars his nemesis, the Red Locust (even though
it would have been easier if he had just left it to his more professional colleagues).
Sent packing, Sun leaves on vacation, but he misses his flight thanks to Janey,
a hero-worshipping jumping spider, who wants to be Sun’s protégé. Instead, his old
friend Scarab, a rhinoceros beetle working as the director of security on a
flight to San Francisco, ushers him aboard his luxurious flying boat.
That
night, in the tradition of Agatha Christie, Dr. Bugsy Spindlethorp is murdered.
Suspicion immediately falls on his new wife, the black widow Arabella Killtop,
who also happens to be a real black widow. However, Sun is too attracted to her
to believe she could be the murderer. Naturally, he tries to solve the case and
clear her name, reluctantly accepting Janey’s help, since she stowed-away,
risking mid-air ejection.
Obviously,
Inspector Sun (a product of Spain) was not produced in China, because
this 1930s tale features no exploitative capitalists, crooked government
officials protecting them, or Communist revolutionaries fighting to bring them
their just deserts. There are no politics and no woke ideology in Inspector
Sun. It is just an appealingly old-fashioned murder mystery with bugs that
gets slightly too fantastical in the third act.
What
works best in Inspector Sun is the attention to vintage 1930s details,
evoking the glamor of the mid-Chinese Republican era. The music definitely emulates
the style of big band jazz, especially the swinging closing credits. The clothes,
the Art Deco décor, and even the flying boat itself summon all kinds of elegant
nostalgia.
If you have tapes of anything sinister sitting around in storage, hold onto
them, because they could be documentary gold. Audio recordings of Ed Gein’s
original police interviews became the basis for the four-part Psycho: The Lost Tapes of Ed Gein, capitalizing on his notoriety as the inspiration for
Norman Bates. Rather fortuitously, Maurice Grosse, a keen new member of the
Society for Psychical Research, recorded hours of audio tape while
investigating England’s most widely reported haunting of the 1970s. Those tapes
provide the audio track of the four-part The Enfield Haunting, directed
by Jerry Rothwell, which premieres this Friday on Apple TV+.
In
a way, Enfield Poltergeist is bit like what an episode of In Search of…
might look like, if it were directed by Clio Barnard, employing the techniques
she used for The Arbor. Every spoken word, frightened shriek, and bump
in the night was recorded by Grosse or Guy Lyon Playfair, a spiritualist who
soon teamed up with him. Cast-members lip-synch along with the tapes within a soundstage
that faithfully recreates the fateful working-class row house. Yet,
periodically, Rothwell pulls back, to expose the studio backdrops, for a postmodern
effect.
Grosse
is definitely the hero of this story, which the surviving Hodgson sisters
confirm in their traditional talking head style interviews. He clearly wanted to
help to help the struggling family, devoting years to their case.
The
tapes he recorded are indeed creepy. Enfield Poltergeist might not
necessarily convince skeptical viewers of the supernatural, but it is clearly
the family was stuck in a terrible situation outside their own control.
The
haunting itself will already be familiar to horror fans, since it was the
subject of The Conjuring 2. The real-life Ed and Lorainne Warren only
make a relatively brief appearance in Enfield Poltergeist, but from the
narrative Rothwell and company shape from the tapes, fans can see how well the
film expanded the Warrens’ role into the story, so far as Grosse and the
Hodgsons knew it.
Ironically,
the imperfect 1970s audio fidelity of the tapes makes the recreated hauntings
sound even eerier. The lighting is appropriately spooky, even though it
sometimes gives the series a paranormal “reality tv” look. The fourth episode
is a bit padded and somewhat loses the momentum, but for the most part, it
highly atmospheric and surprisingly intense.
Boudica was the Druidic Joan of Arc, except she wasn’t done in by her own people.
The Romans wanted to do that themselves, but it was much harder than they
expected. The Britons rise up behind their war-goddess in director-screenwriter
Jesse V. Johnson’s Boudica: Queen of War, which opens this Friday in
theaters.
Initially,
Boudica was content as a mother and the wife of Prasutagus, the king of the
Celtic Iceni and a loyal, but unenthusiastic vassal of Rome. Unfortunately, the
king will be fatally betrayed and his kingdom divided up by the Roman governor.
He assumes flogging Boudica and executing her daughters will leave her broken.
Instead, her native druid people adopt her as the mythical liberator foretold
by legend.
Thanks
to her semi-enchanted enchanted bronze sword and some personal tutoring from the
true-believing Cartimanda, Boudica quickly develops into a fierce warrior. She
even convinces the cynical mercenary Wolfgar to put his troops under his
command. Frankly, Boudica is not a great strategist or tactician, but she maximizes
the element of surprise. Building on their momentum, they start razing Roman
strongholds throughout Celtic Briton.
Queen
of War starts
out slow as molasses, which is odd, considering Johnson is such a pro when it
comes to directing action. It is pretty clear he loved the Boudica legend so
much, he gets bogged down with sentimentality, instead of cutting to the
hacking and slashing.
Neither Dr. Ben Song or Sam Beckett before him really got to take advantage of
time travel. For instance, they never get a chance to hear John Coltrane or Lee
Morgan in a jazz club. Finally, Song gets a cool leap, when he finds himself in
the body of his favorite actor’s new assistant. It turns out Neal Russell is even
more fun than he hoped. Unfortunately, he is about to become the late Neal
Russell in “Lonely Hearts Club,” this week’s episode of Quantum Leap,
which premieres tomorrow on NBC.
As
Song tells his holographic guide (and his ex, rather suddenly so, from his
perspective), Addison Augustine, Russell’s stories are hilarious. He should
tell them to the Chin on The Tonight Show that evening, but for some
reason, Russell bails, perishing in a freak sailing accident. Augustine keeps
telling Song to get Russell to the studio on time, but instead, he agrees to help
the actor win back his ex-wife.
No,
Song and Augustine are not communicating well in this episode, but of course,
the super-cool Magic Williams always is. He has the team “reading between the
lines” of Russell’s memoir to glean insights into its author, which is a cool bit
of business. Also, Ian Wright might have really messed up again, but as usual, Jenn
Chou lets him off easy.
When this production aired late last year on British television, anti-Semitic
hate crimes were on the rise in Western nations. This week, they have been
exploding. It was timely then and it is urgently needed now. David Baddiel adapted
his own book and serves as the presenter/host, exposing hypocrisy and prejudice
in David Baddiel: Jews Don’t Count (directed by James Routh), which
screens tomorrow at the Paley Center, as part of presentation on combating
anti-Semitism [UPDATE: this event has just been postponed].
As
British comedy writer David Baddiel increasingly embraced his Jewish heritage
in his work, his Twitter/X feed steadily turned ugly. Obviously, white
supremacists were not helping anything, but much of the subtler forms of hate and
discrimination were coming from the progressive left. Weirdly, Baddiel lets
Jeremy Corbyn off the hook, but he uses Labour MP Dawn Butler as text book
example of progressives marginalizing Jewish citizens, by excluding them (accidentally
or intentionally) from an long, drawn-out laundry list of social and
demographic identity groups she vowed to represent.
However,
Whoopi Goldberg’s ignorant comments on the Holocaust get the withering critique
they deserve. Baddiel and his biracial niece directly challenge the notion Jewish
Americans or Europeans can just “pass for white,” likening it to gays and
lesbians told to stay in the closet.
In
many ways, Jews Don’t Count is even more relevant now than when it was
originally produced. However, viewers might wonder if Baddiel’s segment on
Israel might look considerably different if he could revise it today. At the
time, Baddiel professed to have little affinity for Israel, as a secular Jewish
citizen of the UK. In comparison, he asks if it would be fair to demand Muslims
citizens to take personal responsibility for the policies of Saudi Arabia.
Judge not, lest you be judged—unless you’re judging Evangelicals, in which
case, go ahead and judge away. That could be the unofficial motto of the CW’s
latest British sitcom import. The Lewis family belongs to a very strict church,
so boy, do they ever get mocked for it in creators Dillon Mapletoft &
Oliver Taylor’s Everyone Else Burns, which premieres Thursday on the CW.
David
Lewis belongs to the Order of the Holy Rod, so his family does too, whether
they like it or not. The strict church expels members for drinking coffee, but even
they think he is a total pill. Their teen daughter Rachel is a brilliant
student, but her parents are dead-set against her attending university, because
they believe it will be a cesspool of evil, an opinion that probably sounded
ludicrously deranged to the writers two weeks ago, before campus started
protesting in solidarity with terrorism. Now, maybe somewhat less so.
Regardless,
his wife Fiona yearns for some kind of life outside the house and more to the
point, away from him. She is not close to the neighbor Melissa, but the recent
divorcee is still willing to help her, out of disdain for her David. Their
young son Joshua is a true believer, to a psychotic degree, who gleefully
envisions his father suffering the torments of Hell. Like everyone else in the
congregation, the young brat prefers the company of Lewis’s rival in the
upcoming Elder selection, Andrew, who is the likable, caring exception to the
generally venomous portrayal of Evangelicals throughout the first two episodes.
Appropriately, this Lovecraft film starts in a padded cell. It then flashes back a few
weeks to Miskatonic University, which is ominous but also quite fitting. Originally
written with the late, great Lovecraftian filmmaker Stuart Gordon in mind, Dennis
Paoli’s screenplay is the perfect vehicle to get the old gang back together, including
executive producer Brian Yuzna and producer Barbara Crampton, who also
co-stars in Joe Lynch’s Suitable Flesh, releasing this Friday in
theaters and wherever you rent movies.
Dr.
Elizabeth Derby is in an agitated state. She insists her friend and colleague,
Dr. Danielle Upton must destroy “the brain” before it is too late. That
definitely sounds crazy, but Dr. Upton will be seeing some crazy stuff during
the course of this film. So will Dr. Derby when Asa Waite walks into her
office, very much like Lester Billings in The Boogeyman, but worse. Waite
clearly needs help for his schizophrenic behavior and what Derby assumes is an
acute multiple personality disorder. She also feels a reckless sexual attraction
to him, which makes her even more vulnerable to what will happen.
Soon,
Derby discovers Waite was plagued by a body-swapping entity that becomes a
full-blown body-snatcher after the third transference. She will need the help
of her friend, Dr. Derby, to avoid such a fate, but convincing her without
sounding crazy will be tricky. She also worries what the elder god-worshipping
body-hijacker might do to her husband, Edward.
Paoli,
who previously wrote Re-Animator, From Beyond, Dagon, and “Dreams in the Witch House,” certainly knows his way around a Lovecraft adaptation. Despite
some Cthulhu imagery, Suitable Flesh does not feel as Lovecraftian as
other Lovecraft films, but it very identifiably (and somewhat kind of faithfully)
based on his story, “The Thing on the Door Step.” Regardless, it is a charmingly
unhinged movie, featuring spectacular freakouts from its stars, Heather Graham
and Crampton, who are absolutely amazing as Dr. Derby and Dr. Upton,
respectively.
Judah
Lewis and the great character actor Bruce Davison (who is also becoming a
horror star in his own right, thanks to work in Creepshow, The Manor, From the Shadows, and the like) are similarly freaky and sinister as Waite and
his father, Ephraim. You can also look for Graham Skipper playing a horrible
morgue attendant.
The attrition rate at H.P. Lovecraft’s Miskatonic University must be staggeringly
high. However, a diligent student like Walter Gilman is sure to make it through
to graduation, right? Good luck kid. He just rented a cheap, decrepit boarding
house to stretch his budget, but he will not find it to be a restful living
environment in director Stuart Gordon’s adaptation of Lovecraft’s short story, “Dreams
in the Witch House,” a particularly Lovecraftian episode of Masters of
Horror, which screens during the Lovecraftian horror series at Anthology Film Archives.
The
late great Gordon was the definitive interpreter of Lovecraft, having helmed Re-Animator,
From Beyond, Dagon, and “Dreams in the Witch House.” Originally, his frequent
star and collaborator Jeffrey Combs was supposed to have a role, but it was not
to be. His fans will still recognize Ezra Godden from Dagon (especially
since he wears Miskatonic sweatshirts in both).
Godden
plays Gilman, whose new digs are so cheap, there must be something wrong with
them. Unfortunately, he cannot afford anything better. The same is true for
Frances Elwood, a young single mother living across the hall with her infant
son. On his first night in the building, he helps her with a rat problem. Then
he starts having nightmares of rats. Rather disconcertingly, Masurewicz, the
weird man on the ground floor, asks if he has seen the one with the human face
yet.
The
physics student has noticed how the corner of his studio resembles a theoretical
portal between dimensions. He later finds similar geometrical figures in the Necronomicon,
which mysteriously finds its way to Gilman in the Miskatonic library, even
though it is supposed to be under lock and key. The increasingly agitated grad
student deduces his room is the gateway for the shadowy figures that terrorize
him at night.
Once
again, Gordon shows a keen affinity for Lovecraft’s work. It would be hard to
get more Lovecraftian than “Dreams in the Witch House,” which combines science
and the supernatural. It is indeed a cosmic encounter that culminates in
madness.
Yet,
Gordon keeps it all relatively grounded. He had a keen eye for teasing fears
out of a creepily lit corner. Again, Godden made a solid Lovecraftian everyman/fall-guy,
while Campbell Lane is terrific as the tormented Masurewicz.
Supposedly, watching this film drives its
audience into fits of insanity and death, so, of course, collectors want it.
The fictional film La Fin Absolue du Monde predates mockumentaries like Fury of the Demon and Antrum that supposedly documented similarly deadly
movies. Yet, what will really interest horror fans is the chance to see John Carpenter
direct Udo Kier. “John Carpenter’s Cigarette Burns,” an episode of the Mick
Garris-created anthology series Masters of Horror, is not hugely
Lovecraftian, but it is probably his best work of the 21st Century
thus far, so nobody will object to it screening during the Lovecraftian horror
series at Anthology Film Archives.
Kirby
Sweetman would prefer to concentrate on programming his struggling repertory
cinema, but to pay the bills, he often works as a cinema sleuth, tracking down
rare prints for clients. Hans Backovic’s “La Fin Absolue de Monde (The Absolute
End of the World)” is the rarest of the rare. Honestly, Sweetman did not
believe it still existed, but Bellinger, his mysterious new client, assures him
it does. Supposedly, it only screened once at Sitges, resulting in bloody, stomach-churning
riots. Bellinger went to see Vincent Price introduce Dr. Phibes instead,
which sounds like a great choice, but he has regretted it ever since.
To
pay off his debts, Sweetman starts following the film’s trail, starting with
the only critic who filed a review. Since then, he has obsessively re-written
his review, filling thousands and thousands of pages. Ominously, Sweetman also
starts showing symptoms of the madness associated with the film, after listening
to tapes of the critic’s interview with Backovic.
Much to his alarm, the circular Ringu-like flashes of light he sees,
referred to as “cigarette burns” by
those in-the-know, usually herald a descent into madness.
Even
though “Cigarette Burns” was produced for television, it has a dark elegance
that feels very much like classic Carpenter. It was also scored by his son,
Cody Carpenter, who collaborated on the Firestarter and David Gordon
Greene Halloween trilogy soundtracks, so “Cigarette Burns” also sounds
very Carpenter-esque.
There were absolutely no dramatic recreations in BEYOND UTOPIA, but it is still the tensest thriller of the year, thanks to its real-life footage of an escape from North Korea. Even if you think you already know a lot about DPKR human rights abuses, this documentary will blow your mind. EPOCH TIMES exclusive review up here.
Even before Putin’s unprovoked invasion of Ukraine, Russia was a metaphorical
nation of blood-suckers. It has no manufacturing base and an anemic service
economy. All the money comes from natural resources and goes straight to the
oligarchs and the corrupt politicians and gangsters, who serve their interests.
Those elites turn out to be very real vampires in Victor Ginzburg’s Empire V,
which had its American premiere at this year’s Screamfest.
Just
so viewers feel safe watching Empire V without implying support the Putin
regime, keep in mind the film has been banned in Russia and co-star rapper Miron
Fedorov (a.k.a. Oxxxymiron) has been branded a “foreign agent” for his
opposition to Putin’s war against Ukraine. Maybe it’s highly class-conscious
analogies could apply elsewhere too, but Putin (or his flunkies) clearly
thought it reflected the reality in Russia, only too faithfully.
Technically,
the vamps are not really vamps. They are the (mostly) willing hosts of a parasite
known as “The Tongue.” A tiny drop of blood (the vampires insist on calling it “red
liquid”) is enough to sustain the Tongue, but a Theranos-sized drop can give
the vampires the memories and knowledge of the blood-donors.
It
is a lot for the new Rama to take in. He succeeded the old Rama, whose Tongue
chose him, after his predecessor lost a duel to the sleazy Mithra, who is perversely
supposed to be Rama II’s mentor, in accordance with the traditions of Empire V
(so named to distinguish it from the Third Reich and the Fourth Roman Empire).
Mithra is much more interested in his other mentee, the waifish Hera—and so is
Rama. Their rivalry for Hera (you wouldn’t really call it “romantic” for these
vampires) reignites Mithra’s rivalry with the Rama line.
Like
his last film, Generation P, Ginzburg adapted Empire V from a
novel written by Victor Pelevin. This time around, he focuses far more on the
sociological world-building than on the undead sucking and swooning. It is
fascinating, but after about seventy minutes, you start to realize how little has
actually happened.
Nothing scares a new home-owner like mold. Fungi is also becoming a growing preoccupation
of world health authorities. With that in mind, since we have already had the Blob,
so why not a killer fungus? However, screenwriter-director-cinematographer Park
Sye-young takes a more experimental approach in The Fifth Thoracic Vertebra,
which premieres today on IndiePix Unlimited.
It
first formed in the ratty mattress of an unhappy couple. He was rather
irresponsible and lazy, so maybe it is fitting he becomes the first victim of
the fungus. Despite the conspicuous black rot-like fungus, their former
mattress gets passed around. At one point, it even ends up at a love hotel,
where it attacks another unhappy couple. Ironically, it forms an affectionate bond
with one of his victims, who remains bed-ridden on the offending mattress,
presumably to prevent further contamination.
Since
the film unfolds from the POV of the fungus, it is necessarily fragmented. As a
result, it very definitely has an avant-garde vibe, but there are still vividly
disgusting elements of body horror. Perhaps this is more interesting as a
concept than an executed film. Even at an economical 65 minutes, it is a bit of
a challenge to sit through a film dedicated to a toxic fungus.
Park
deliberately frames the film from off-kilter and oblique perspectives, in a
hazy, gauzy style. Yet, somehow, the performances of Park Ji-hyeon and Moon
Hye-in are strangely, perhaps shockingly, emotionally resonant as two of the
women most directly affected by the noxious, semi-sentient fungus.
It is not so hard to figure out where David Cornwell, the spy novelist known
as “John le Carre,” got his ideas. British intelligence posted him to West
Berlin during the time the Berlin Wall was built and Kim Philby fled to the
Soviet Union. He was also the son of a conman. Before his death in 2020, le
Carre sat down for several long, relentlessly candid interviews that Errol
Morris shaped into The Pigeon Tunnel, which premieres Friday on Apple
TV+.
Many
times, le Carre used “The Pigeon Tunnel” as a working title for his novels, but
it finally stuck for his memoirs (which Morris sort of adapted). It refers to the
pigeons used as live skeet targets at a Monte Carlo casino the young Cornwell
visited with his degenerate father. Morris is just as obsessed with the pigeon
imagery as le Carre was, if not more so judging from how often it appears in
the doc.
Pigeon
Tunnel is
definitely a very Morris-ish doc, but it stylistically and thematically suits
his subject, who wrote about deceit after experiencing it first-hand. Le
Carre/Cornwell clearly expresses his expectation that the film would serve as a
final testament or summation, so his answers are always brutally honest, even
when things are still a bit ambiguous in his own mind.
For
le Carre fans and critics, Pigeon Tunnel will be a terrific resource. He
confirms Bill Haydon in Tinker Tailor is largely inspired by Philby,
which everybody always largely assumed. However, it deepens our understanding
of the morality of his novels and worldview. Terms like le Carre-esque have
been used to suggest a moral equivalence between the NATO-West and the Soviets,
but that now seems like an inaccurate, or at least incomplete assessment of his
ideology.
He
remains blisteringly critical of his former employers at MI5 and MI6, but that
is understandable, considering he lived through the Anthony Blunt, Kim Philby,
and Guy Burgess debacles. However, he openly expresses anger and contempt for
Philby, for his betrayal, even at his advanced age. It is complicated for le
Carre, who acknowledges he would have been a prime candidate for Soviet
recruitment. Yet, the atrocities of Stalin, whom the Cambridge spies initially
served, represents a point of moral clarity for the writer, or so we can interpret
from his sit-downs with Morris. He was similarly appalled by the Berlin Wall.
In slasher movies, camping trips and bachelorette parties have very high
mortality rates. Eddie will combine them both her friend Mattie. That works out
about as well as you would expect in Robyn August’s Killher, which
releases tomorrow on VOD and in theaters.
Eddie
is a lot, but she is determined to throw a wild party for Mattie, filled with
many surprises. The first surprise is that they will meet up with her fiancé Jagger,
once they reach the campsite. Yet, it strangely turns out they did not pitch
their tent next his. Instead, it is the grumpy “Mr. Rogers,” who seems almost
too conveniently misanthropic.
He
definitely gives bad vibes to Mattie’s other friends, Jess and Rae, who were
not so crazy about this plan to begin with. They do not exactly adore Eddie
either, especially since she constantly pulls girl-who-cried-wolf-style horror
movie practical jokes. Regardless, someone will start stalking the women later
that night.
Killher
is
a pretty simple, straightforward slasher comedy, but it works surprisingly
well, thanks to the energy and attitude of M.C. Huff, as the trying-too-hard
Eddie, and Tom Kiesche (who also wrote the screenplay), as the anti-social Mr.
Rogers. They get most of the funny lines and they have the timing to land them.
For the American Buffalo, Miller was a one-man extinction event. Somehow,
the species survived him, but it was not for a lack of bloodlust. Not surprisingly,
he finds the Great Western Plains increasingly sparse of prey, so he sets off
on an ambitious hunting expedition. His party encounters some serious karma in
Gabe Polsky’s Butcher’s Crossing, which opens this Friday in theaters.
Will
Andrews is taking a break from his Harvard studies to find adventure on the
Frontier. He has a particular bee in his bonnet spurring him to find a genuine
buffalo hunt. This is a really bad idea, as J.D. McDonald, a crusty pelt dealer
who once knew Andrews’ preacher father, emphasizes in no uncertain terms.
Nevertheless, he has his heart set on it, so he unwisely funds the mysterious Miller’s
proposed expedition to a hidden Colorado valley, where the you-know-what
supposedly roam.
Miller
is visibly erratic and he becomes borderline psychotic when discussing buffalo.
Yet, Andrews is perversely drawn to him, partly because the dynamics of their party
are so dysfunctional. Charley Hodge, Miller’s cook and wagon master is devout
in a way that emphasizes divine retribution, which puts him at odds with the
crude pelt-skinner, Fred Schneider, who goes out of his way to push and prod
Andrews and Hodge. When the weather turns bitter, the tensions within the
expedition steadily rise.
Polsky
and Liam Satre-Meloy’s adaptation of the novel written by the late John Edward
Williams (a longtime professor at the University of Denver, go Pioneers!), lacks
the kind of incisive bite viewers will hope for. As a director, Polsky is not
fully capable of corralling all the tension Nic Cage’s crazy behavior
generates. However, if you have always wondered what it would be like to see
Cage portray Col. Kurtz or Captain Ahab, this film will give viewers a pretty
good idea.
If
you do not enjoy Halloween, you’re a square. That is literally true in
this very young-skewing Apple TV+ series. In a Three Bears-like distribution,
Square is miserable during Halloween, Triangle loves the holiday, especially
the tricks, while Circle enjoys celebrating in responsible moderation. Circle
will most likely have the right approach in Shape Island’s holiday
special, “Creepy Cave Crawl,” which premieres this Friday on Apple TV+.
Basically,
this is a late bonus episode for season one of Shape Island, but it is
still nice to see Apple semi-revive the tradition of the animated holiday special
(remember the B.C. Easter special?). The scares are all very gentle, but
Triangle is still cruising for a Halloween bruising. Circle is usually more
indulgent of his monster-themed pranks, but he is really pushing it this year.
In fact, when he repurposes all the holiday jam she and Square just finished
making for his haunted cave tour, they both storm out in a huff. That leaves
Triangle alone with all the cave’s spooky inhabitants, who had been quietly
watching them.
Of
course, there is no gore or serious peril in “Creepy Cave Crawl.” At least this
special is also refreshingly free of woke messaging and virtue signaling (I can’t
vouch for the rest of the series). There is also enough pumpkin spice and innocent
Halloween cos play to satisfy young viewers’ seasonal expectations.
The character designs
(adapted from Jon Klassen’s illustrations for Barnett’s books) are obviously
very simple, but they have distinct personalities. For older viewers, just
seeing a Halloween special is sort of nostalgic. It makes you hungry for Dolly
Madison Zingers. Nice and age-appropriate, “Creepy Cave Crawl” is recommended
for kids when it starts streaming Friday (10/20) on Apple TV+.
Not all ghosts are scary. Some are rather sad, because they mark the passage
of time. Sir Simon de Canterville is definitely like that, but he also shares a
kinship with Captain Gregg, Mrs. Muir’s ghost. He was once a holy terror, but
he meets his match in a thoroughly modern American family in Kim Burdon’s animated
adaptation of The Canterville Ghost, co-directed by Robert Chandler,
which opens Friday in theaters.
For
three hundred years, Sir Simon scared the willies out of everyone who tried to
inhabit Canterville Chase. Unfortunately, Yanks like the Otis family are far
too materialistic for ghosts. Virginia’s father Hiram considers himself a man
of science, whose electric lights frazzle the ghost’s nerves. Her bratty twin
brother torment poor Sir Simon with practical jokes. Of course, she is not
scared of him either, but as the late 19th Century equivalent of a
moody goth teen, she is drawn to Sir Simon’s tragic romanticism.
Alas,
the ghost would much prefer to be dead, so he can finally be reunited with his
beloved wife. Death played a mean trick on him, which made him onery. Otis
would like to break his curse, but that will be a complicated and dangerous
proposition.
Screenwriters
Cory Edwards, Giles New, and Keiron Self collectively did a nice job adapting
Oscar Wilde’s novella, retaining his major themes, while punching up some of
the dark and stormy bits, for Halloween. Wilde scholars might take issue with Hugh
Laurie’s Angel of Death character, but he helps stir the pot and raise the
stakes. There is plenty of animated mayhem, but deep down, this film is sadder
and wiser than Casper or Topper.
Canterville
is indeed a tragic figure, given Shakespearean dimensions (and references) by
Stephen Fry’s hammy voice. Emily Carey makes Virginia Otis appealingly smart
and sensitive, despite her teen angst. Freddie Highmore sounds appropriately
young and befuddled as the Duke of Cheshire, but his voice works surprisingly
well in conversation with Carey’s.
Don't pay attention to people who dis on the Eighties. The truth is, the Satanic
should always make you panic. Marcus J. Trillbury will have to learn that the
hard way, because he is a moron. He wants to escape his dead-end life through the
occult. Unfortunately, that just might happen in Andrew Bowser’s Onyx the
Fortuitous and the Talisman of Souls, which screens nationwide this
Thursday, via Fathom Events.
Trillbury
wants everyone to call him Onyx the Fortuitous, but that is obviously
ridiculous. It also is not very accurate, since he lives in his mother Nancy’s
basement, constantly bickers with her second husband, and works at a cut-rate fast-food
joint. He has applied to participate in a mysterious ritual hosted by his heavy
metal icon, Bartok the Great, believing it will change his life. However, Bartok
has a much different role in mind for the five lucky “sacrifices” he selects,
including Trillbury.
The
five are a strange group, including an academic (Mr. Duke), a grieving
housewife (Shelley), a tattoo-artist-groupie (Jesminder), and a non-binary witchcraft
experimenter (Mack). With the help of the resentful Farrah, a minor demon in
human form, Bartok intends to raise the grand demon Abaddon and assume his
powers on Earth. To do so, he must consign his sacrifices’ souls to eternity in
the Talisman of Souls. However, Duke and Mack are smart enough to recognize
Bartok and Farrah are not being straight with them.
Apparently,
Bowser’s Trillbury character is the star of a popular series of viral videos.
That kind of makes sense, because after three minutes, he becomes
excruciatingly annoying. Onyx the Fortuitous happens to be over one hour
and forty-five minutes. If Bowser had turned his persona down three or four clicks,
it would have been much easier to spend all that time with him.
It
is a shame, because Onyx the Fortuitous reunites Reanimator co-stars
Barbara Crampton and Jeffrey Combs as Nancy and Bartok. In many ways, this is
an appealing satanic panic horror yarn, somewhat in the tradition of Chemical Wedding, featuring a number of colorful characters. Unfortunately, the
Trillbury shtick simply does not wear well over time.
When you are a time-traveler, it is a little harder to automatically dismiss
UFO reports. Suddenly, Dr. Ben Song finds himself investigating those claims, as
a Special Agent attached to Project Blue Book’s predecessor program. Frankly,
Dr. Song would rather chase flying saucers than deal with his ex-fiancée and designated
holographic guide Addison Augustine in “Closure Encounters,” this week’s
episode of Quantum Leap, which premieres tomorrow night on NBC.
For
Song, no time passed since his season one finale jump. For Augustine and the
rest of the team, it has been three years. During that elapsed time, Augustine
grieved, had a funeral for Song, and started seeing Tom Westfall, from DOD, who
is now jointly overseeing the Quantum Leap project with “Magic” Williams (who
is still totally cool). Song has not met Westfall yet, but he quickly deduced Augustine
had moved on.
Normally,
he would be more Scully than Mulder, but Song rather recklessly charges into
this leap. He sympathizes with Carrie Baker, who claims her car was driven off
the road by a UFO. Unfortunately, she will be railroaded for the mysterious
injuries that rendered her friend and passenger, Melanie Hunt, comatose. He
also likes her grandfather, Sheriff Woodrow Morgan, whose hands are largely
tied by Hunt’s wealthy land-owning father.
Raymond
Lee and Caitlin Bassett always had solid chemistry throughout the first season,
so it is sad to see Song and Augustine on the outs, but their drama is very believable,
given the extraordinary circumstances. Frankly, it is nice to see the goody-two-shoes
Song start to develop a few cowboy tendencies. Louis Hertham is also a terrific
guest-star, appealingly balancing sensitivity and manliness as Sheriff Morgan.
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.
Remember kids, kaiju eggs are not keepsakes. When a village girl steals on of its
eggs, of course the alpha kaiju will come looking for it. Ditto for when the
big city cops capture a junior kaiju. The resulting carnage might even satisfy
the bloodlust of Ivy League student “activists.” Death comes wet and muddy in
Lee Thongkham’s The Lake, which screens at the Spectacle in Brooklyn.
When
torrential rains wash a batch of kaiju eggs to the shore, you better expect one
of the beasts will come to retrieve them. The next morning little May luckily
stumbles across the last one left and she refuses to give it up when her family
asks: “what the heck.” Arguably, this will all be her fault.
When
the first kaiju attacks the village, Keng and Lin barely escape, but his wound
gives him brief, disorienting moments of kaiju vision. Unfortunately, the creature
follows them to the bigger city, where he is receiving treatment. Soon, Suwat,
the police chief, summons all officers to handle the attacking kaiju. That
would include James, an inspector, who leaves his truant teen daughter Pam in
the backseat of his cruiser, because what is the worst that could happen under
the circumstances? Remember, they haven’t even seen the big one yet.
The
kaiju effects are cool, which is, by far, the most important thing about The
Lake. The junior kaiju sort of looks like a cross between the Creature from
the Black Lagoon and the Xenomorph from Alien. For some shots, there is
still a dude in the suit—and he acts incredibly pissed off. It was augmented
with CGI, but the mix looks terrific on-screen. The senior kaiju clearly owes a
debt of gratitude to the king himself, Godzilla. It has a big set-piece scene
that clearly rips off Jurassic Park, but they do it well.
There
is no question the biggest stars of the film are the kaiju, designed by Jordu
Schell, whose sculptural effects have been seen in films like Starship
Troopers, Cloverfield, and Hellboy. The people, on the other hand,
are somewhat hit-or-miss. However, the great Vithaya Pansringarm brings a lot
grounded maturity to the film as Chief Suwat (who also must worry about his own
daughter Fon, a junior officer on the force).
Theerapat
Sajakul is also impressively hard-boiled as Inspector James, but his character
is not a good decision-maker or strategic thinker. Frustratingly, the younger
the character, the less patience viewers will have for them.