Kyle Rusk is a stone-cold outlaw. Marshal Butch Hayden and his men also have
serious outlaw tendencies. Getting caught between them is a lonely place for an
honest cop like Sheriff John Dorsey to find himself, but he always does his
duty. The ensuing standoff might just kill him, but Dorsey is running out of
things to lose in Shaun Silva’s Day of Reckoning, which premieres this
Friday on Tubi.
Rusk
just knocked over another bank, but Hayden is waiting for him at his budget motel,
for yet another reckless shootout. Somehow, the bank-robber escapes, but the
Marshal figures he must be headed to his girlfriend Emily’s farm. That would be
smack in the middle of Dorsey’s jurisdiction—at least for the next few weeks.
His deputy, Danny Raise, looks poised to unseat him. To compound the insult, Dorsey
also suspects Raise is sleeping with his wife.
Dorsey
felt under-equipped for a Rio Bravo-style standoff at Rusk’s farmhouse. Much
to the Sheriff’s disgust, he walks into a veritable hostage situation, in which
Hayden’s deputy marshals, who are more like mercenary bounty hunters, are
holding Emily Rusk as bait. They are all mean and untrustworthy, but Dorsey still
must most likely fight alongside them when Rusk arrives with his biker-gang
reinforcements.
Reckoning, (technically, Scott Adkins’
second such reckoning day, following Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning)
is a gritty, low-frills B-movie, but Silva has full command of its neo-Western aesthetics.
Although Adkins has much less screentime than the antagonistic marshal and
sheriff, he has ample opportunity to show off his villainous chops. Indeed, he
is entertainingly ferocious as Rusk. (He has moved away from bad guys, into
leading action figure roles, but he still has the skill set.)
It is Halloween night. If horror fans think they know what that means, they
are probably right. A masked serial killer will murder Moira Cole’s husband
Dillon and leave her grown sons scarred for life (in one case, literally). Perhaps
the worst part is the axe-killing comes from inside the family in Ante Novakovic’s
Bloodline Killer (a.k.a. The Skulleton), which starts streaming today
on Tubi.
Frankly,
it would have been worse if Cole had not come out of the house with her firearm
loaded and ready. She put several shots in the so-called “Skulleton” killer. It
was enough to blast him off her son Conor, but he still manages to get away. Yet,
it is not exactly a clean getaway. It turns out the nurse attending the Coles
recognizes their description of the masked killer as her brother. Instinctively
knowing where he might flee, she finds him, drugs him, and securely chains him
up in her basement. He would probably be happier in that mental hospital
Michael Meyers kept escaping from.
Years
later, the lack of closure torments the Coles. They are also disgusted by the
exploitative Skulleton movie franchise, much like the Stab movies
in Scream. The Cole Brothers barely contain their mutual hostility,
which is awkward, since they both still live with mom. Understandably, she remains
reluctant to confess she probably knows the Skulleton and might have witnessed
his first murder at an early age. She has suppressed the details, but
eventually her ancient-hippy-looking shrink, played by Bruce Dern (a two-time
Oscar nominee), will drag it out of her—probably around the time Skulleton
escapes for another Halloween killing spree.
Clearly,
Novakovic and screenwriters Anthony & James Gaudioso, who play Det. Trusten
James and Conor Cole, were inspired by the old school Halloween franchise,
including the maligned sequels that made Michael Meyers and Laurie Stode long lost
siblings. The early Haddon-esque vibe is quite nice, but the contrivances are
annoying and the entire mid-section moves slower than molasses.
A little professional ambition would be good for these Gen-Z’ers. It would
help break their repeating cycles of self-defeating hedonistic indulgence and angsty
regret. Their lifestyle is clearly unhealthy, even before a mysterious party
starts trying to Elliot Byrd and his boyfriends in creator Charlotte Coben’s
six-episode Dead Hot, which premieres tomorrow on Tubi.
A
year ago, Byrd’s boyfriend, Peter Ono, disappeared, leaving behind a severed finger
and a pool of blood. It took a long time, but Byrd finally found a potential
replacement in Will, who mysteriously suffers the same fate. Once was bad luck,
but twice is a real problem. Together with his bestie, Ono’s sister Jess, Byrd
investigates Will’s disappearance, only to discover his name really isn’t Will
and he might not even be dead. In fact, it seems the mysterious Will was
deliberately stalking him.
Meanwhile,
Ono finally gets a hit from her DNA database service, alerting her to the
existence of a close biological relative. Since her brother’s body was never
recovered, she still holds hope that he might be out there somewhere. As her
DNA match toys with her, Ono and Byrd start to suspect their respective dramas
are somehow linked.
Coben
(daughter of Harlan) develops some pleasantly nasty twists and turns for
hapless Byrd, but her characters and their over-sexed slacker milieu quickly
become abrasively annoying. Nobody has a serious job and they all act like they
are in a state of perpetual adolescence. As early as the second episode, most
viewers will start rooting for the murderous villains.
Julie Rivers is supposed to stay in bed and avoid stress, but she has a cat.
Have you ever lived with one of those? They’re always stepping on you, in
uncomfortable places. She also lives with some kind of angry ghost, but nobody
believes her, because of her mental history. As a result, she must face it
without the help of her condescending husband in director-screenwriter Lori
Evans Taylor’s Bed Rest, which premieres tomorrow on Tubi.
Julie
and Daniel Rivers lost their first baby a few years ago. Since then, he has
been compulsively moving on, whereas she still feels the loss keenly. Since she
is mega-preggers, they logically just moved into huge fixer-upper in the middle
of nowhere. One fateful night, they get a scare on the staircase, but her doctor
assures them all will be fine if Rivers confines herself to bed for the
duration of her pregnancy.
If
only it were that easy. First, she hears intruders in the lower floors. Before
long, she is visited by a very strange little boy, whom she takes to be the
spirit of her late, stillborn son. Of course, her husband and their visiting
nurse Delmy (who is prone to oversharing) just assume she is having manic
episodes, like before. However, we can tell there must be something to it, or
the film would really be wasting our time (it happens, but mercifully not in this
case).
Nonetheless,
Bed Rest feels very familiar. A lot of the film is devoted to Rivers’
husband and Delmy basically trying to gaslight her back to normal. Obviously,
it doesn’t work, but the film spends a heck of a lot of time spinning its wheels
with these scenes.
On
the plus side, Taylor creates some nicely moody atmosphere. The shadowy figures
are skillfully framed, to build tension without revealing too much.
Technically, it is well executed, but Taylor’s narrative will totally
unremarkable to any horror fan.
More people were killed in Roger Spottiswoode’s 1980 train-bound slasher
movie than during Runaway Train, Silver Streak, or Murder on the
Orient Express (but probably not Train to Busan). It was supposed to
be a party train, but a mystery man in a Halloween mask crashed it hard. There
will be another killer party in Philippe Gagnon’s remake of Terror Train,
which premieres tomorrow on Tubi (following its screening at this year’s
Brooklyn Horror Film Festival).
Alana
reluctantly agreed to participate in a really mean hazing prank, but she had no
idea “Doc,” the fraternity president, would use a real cadaver. The shock sent
the poor-pledge victim to the mental ward. She was appalled, but he blackmailed
her to keep silent. Awkwardly, her boyfriend Mo remained in the frat, so there she
is, rubbing shoulders with Doc at the first party hosted by more sensitive successor.
You
can kind of understand why she accepted the invitation, since it will be a
costume party, with a hip, “edgy” magician performing. Unfortunately, there
will be an uninvited guest, wielding a sharp knife. This time, our killer
passes unnoticed wearing an evil clown disguise, instead of the original’s
Groucho Marx mask (which a lot of Millennials presumably wouldn’t recognize).
Soon, the psychopath is carving up partiers, but everyone is too busy drinking
or watching the entertainment to notice.
Screenwriters
Ian Carpenter and Aaron Martin ditched the original’s shocking twist, which
comes as no surprise, if you remember what happened. Arguably, the remake might
also be somewhat gorier. However, in many other respects, it remains
surprisingly faithful to the 1980 film. Most importantly, the enigmatic
magician still plays an important role keeping viewers off balance. To this day,
it remains David Copperfield’s only true dramatic role, but he was amazingly
weird and he had real deal magic chops.
Tim
Rozon is shockingly great assuming his role and his cape. Once again, his
unnamed magician character really elevates the remake above standard slasher
fare. Of course, he is flamboyantly over-the-top when chewing the scenery and
performing his illusions. That is the whole point.
In comic books, when super-villains break out of prison, superheroes just
catch them and stick them back in again. They finally built a better mousetrap,
San Tiburon, a facility in an undisclosed location, fully loaded with super-power
nullifiers. However, the big dangerous supervillains still have their natural strength
and in the case of “The Lobe,” his advanced intelligence. A new inmate finds
himself caught in the crossfire of an ongoing power-struggle in Sean Patrick O’Reilly’s
Corrective Measures, based on Grant Chastain’s graphic novel, which starts
streaming this Friday on Tubi.
According
to the derivative backstory, San Tiburon is operated by a company very much
like Vogt in The Boys. They may or may not have been responsible for the
string of natural disasters that also somehow caused the development of diverse
superpowers in select individuals. By law, anyone convicted of a crime who is
known to have powers must be incarcerated in San Tiburon. Unfortunately, that
includes Diego Diaz, a mere empath. Basically, he is a super-Bill Clinton, who feels
your pain, acutely.
San
Tiburon should be a potentially fatal experience for him, but he catches a
break when he stops the super-vigilante Payback from murdering the Lobe in the
infirmary. Basically, the Lobe is a Professor X-like supervillain, who amassed a
fortune through telepathic mind-control. The inmates revere him, so they cut Diaz
some slack. However, Warden Devlin, make that Overseer Devlin, intends to
extort the Lobe’s fortune from him, before his impending retirement, using
threats of lobotomies and the like. Somehow, Diaz might figure in the Lobe’s
counter-plans.
It
is kind of awkward to review Bruce Willis film after the recent announcement of
his diagnosis. Although many of his VOD films have been tarred with a broad
brush, Willis has actually been pretty good in some of them, like American Siege and Acts of Violence. In this case, let’s just say he is
miscast as the Lobe, a role that really requires the sort of sneering scenery-chewing
John Malkovich could have brought to the table.
If a cruise line built a perfect facsimile Titanic, it would have to be a
Chinese company. Replicas are a big thing there and the necessary hubris
requires a company like Evergrande. Regardless of ownership, a brand-new Titanic
sets sail for a special maiden voyage to the waters where its namesake sunk. If
that sounds like bad karma to you, the angry spirits that are raised from the
dead totally agree in Nick Lyon’s Titanic 666, which premieres this
Friday on Tubi.
Titanic
666 was
produced by the Asylum, so you should know the sort of exploitative cashing-in
to expect. Still, just seeing them completely trash the ending of the 1997
Oscar winner in its nutty prologue is worth something. The action then flashes forward
to modern times, as the Titanic III is about to set sail. The layout and décor completely
match its historical namesake, but the structure and engineering are all
completely modern. Supposedly, this one won’t sink, but haven’t we heard that
before?
To
be fair, the engineers never anticipated a nameless stowaway sneaking on-board,
to invoke the ghost of her great-grandfather, Captain Edward Smith, through a
satanic ritual (honestly, nobody would blame the Smith family if they were to
file suit against the film). Suddenly, he and other ghosts of the original
Titanic’s victims are wreaking havoc on the ship’s systems and preying on its
most obnoxious passengers. Married social media influencers Mia and Jackson
Stone easily take that cake, but Prof. Hal Cochran, a purveyor of dodgy Titanic
artifacts is not far behind them.
The
only reason to see Titanic 666 is to verify whether it really is what it
purports to be. It is indeed, so there you go. Frankly, it is a relief when the
Titanic ghosts kill the Stones. Cochran’s involvement with the company’s hotshot
security specialist doesn’t really make any sense (why does he need cover from
him, when he already has permission to hawk his wares), but whatever.
You can't keep a good cop down, not even in death. Ray Lazarus is about to
find out how aptly he was named when he is brought back for a little
life-after-death law enforcement. He is sort of like Treat Williams in Dead
Heat, but less zombie-ish and more super-heroic (and with less humor and no
support from the legendary Vincent Price). The tone is distinctly dark and post-industrial
urban throughout R.L. Scott’s Lazarus, which premieres tomorrow on Tubi.
Lazarus
was an honest cop, who was just crazy enough to think he could clean up crime-ravaged
“Paradise City” (there, Guns N’ Roses should now be stuck in your head). He got
killed for his efforts, but fortunately that wasn’t the end of the world. Much
to Lazarus’s surprise, he is brought back to life and granted Wolverine-like
healing powers by an untrustworthy demigod. He says he resurrected Lazarus to
restore “balance,” but he clearly has a secret nefarious scheme in the works.
Regardless,
Lazarus is perfectly willing to take advantage of his second chance to take
down Paradise City’s evil drug cartel. He is also determined to protect Nina
Jacobs, a former low-level gun dealer on the outs with the syndicate. Lazarus
might be dead, but he is still attracted to her.
The
film’s supernatural element is sort of like that seen in Timothy Woodward Jr’s
schlocky Checkmate, but the execution is vastly more competent (admittedly,
that is a super-low bar to clear). It is still the weakest part of Lazarus.
However, there are a number of impressively tough and gritty fight scenes,
which is really what you want from a film like this.