Like many people today, Abby and Liam Walker have left the corruption of
Massachusetts in search of opportunity in Texas. Unfortunately, the corruption
has followed them. Liam was supposed to be the town’s new sheriff, but he was
murdered on the trail. She was also left for dead, but leaving-for-dead works
just about as well in westerns as it does in horror. Naturally, she wants
revenge and the suspicious new replacement sheriff goes to the top of her list
in the pilot episode of Anna Fricke’s Walker: Independence, which
premieres tomorrow on the CW.
After
she and her husband were gunned down in the dead of night, Walker wakes up in
an Apache camp. For understandable reasons, the noble (and rugged jawed) Calian
is reluctant to walk her all the way into town, but he will be her first ally.
Shortly thereafter, she will have an awkward first meeting with irresponsible
outlaw Hoyt Rawlins, but they will also forge a weird alliance of convenience.
According
to Calian, the town’s deputy is a decent fellow, but newly installed Sheriff
Davidson gives off seriously villainous vibes. It turns out he is also from
Boston, but he was part of the corrupt machine there. Cautious about announcing
herself, Walker finds temporary employment with Kate Carver, a showgirl of some
repute and Kai, an immigrant Chinese laborer. At the end of the episode, we
also learn one of them has a secret sideline that should wear well throughout
the first season.
Independence
is
a Yellowstone-like prequel spinoff to the CW’s rebooted Walker.
None of the characters from the contemporary series could credibly guest-star,
since there is roughly one hundred and forty years separating their timelines,
so fans of the original Chuck Norris series could pretend it is a prequel to it
instead.
Indeed,
they might want to, because Independence shows all kinds of potential.
Comparing pilot to pilot, Independence might represent the rare spinoff
that far surpasses the quality its parent series. Whereas Walker presented
itself as the corporate diversity seminar version of the Texas Rangers, Independence
is nicely setting itself up as an old school western. It is very clear Abby
Walker intends to get justice or revenge, which ever comes first.
Nobody ever had fun on a ship in the movies and they probably never will,
unless the Love Boat eventually gets adapted to the big screen. There
will certainly be no love, fun, or safe spaces on this cruise. The Korean
Justice Department procured a cargo ship to secretly ferry ten highly dangerous
extradited criminals from the Philippines. The bad news is the bad guys have a
plan to hijack the ship. The worse news is there just so happens to be someone
more dangerous than them on board. Things will get spectacularly messy in Kim
Hong-sun’s Project Wolf Hunting, which opens Friday in theaters.
There
was an “incident” at the airport the last time the cops brought back a group of
extraditees, so they want to keep this one on the down-low. Unfortunately, the
sinister, serpent-like Park Jong-doo managed to replace several crew-members
with his thugs, who will easily take control of the ship. The surviving cops
think they are merely facing a Die Hard-type situation, but it gets
worse.
Unbeknownst
to the cops and criminals alike, a strange and savage humanoid is also somewhere
on the ship. The shadowy cabal pulling all the strings brought a replacement
doctor on-board to keep it safely sedated, but in all the confusion, it
inevitably rouses, proceeding on an awesomely gory rampage.
It
bears repeating there are absolutely no safe spaces in this movie. Wolf
Hunting is the kind of film in which people are bludgeoned to death with
their own limbs. It is all about action, energy, and adrenaline. Yet, there are
a few characters that are sufficiently vivid, most viewers will feel bad when
they meet an unfortunate end. Seriously, don’t get too emotionally involved.
Sadly, too many Vietnam veterans could relate to the indifferent and sometimes
hostile homecomings these Austrian POWs experienced after WWI. In retrospect,
this turned out to be a terrible long-term social policy. Fully cognizant of
the scars he carries, former Lt. Peter Perg is skeptical he can transition back
to civilian life, but the ex-cop agrees to help his former colleagues hunt for
a serial killer preying on his fellow army veterans in Stefan Ruzowitzky’s Hinterland,
which releases Friday on VOD.
This
is 1920 Vienna, but it looks a lot like Tim Burton’s Gotham. Using digital technology,
Ruzowitzky immerses his cast in a highly expressionistic urban jungle, inspired
by Dr. Caligari and other silent films of the era. It looks amazing,
like film noir from Hell, in a good way.
However,
Hinterland also has a narrative of some substance to go with its stunning
visuals, unlike many would-be dazzlers that forget the other elements that
produce a worthy film. Perg has a real case to investigate and macabre clues to
uncover, as further horrific murders are discovered.
Initially,
the only one who really wants him involved in the case is Dr. Theresa Korner, a
woman as you might have guessed, whom the police commissar reluctantly promoted
to her current medical examiner position during the War, simply because there
were no qualified men at the time. Yet, she also remembers first-hand Perg’s
brilliance during previous cases.
Ruzowitzky
does not ring this bell obsessively, but it is pretty easy to see from their
treatment from interwar society why many of Perg’s fellow veterans would be
radicalized by the National Socialists. Ruzowitzky also nicely shows the not-so
cold war being waged between the Communists and various nationalists in the
city’s streets and back alleys. Ironically, even though a great deal of the
picture was digitally generated, Hinterland has a keen sense of time and
place.
If you seek attention in a horror movie, you will get attention, but not
the kind you want. Shawn Ruddy, a live-streaming un-fluencer agrees to spend
the night in a haunted house for followers and sponsors, but the nasty spirits
he riles up are far more dangerous than he anticipated in Joseph & Vanessa
Winter’s Deadstream, which premieres Thursday on Shudder.
The
disgraced Ruddy really screwed-up with some kind of ill-conceived bum-fighting
video. Freshly re-platformed and re-monetized, he is hoping his haunted
escapade will launch his comeback. Knowing what a scaredy-cat he is, Ruddy
chucks his car’s spark plugs into the woods and drops the key to the front door
through a grate in the floor. Obviously, he will soon regret doing this.
Evidently,
Mildred, a frustrated Mormon Emily Dickinson hanged herself in the house. Subsequently,
several kids also met untimely ends in the spooky manor, all of whom start scaring
the heck out of Ruddy, which he duly live-streams. That is why he is so surprised
when Chrissy, one of his “followers,” crashes the party, even though the evil
house is completely locked and boarded up.
Deadstream
shares
a similar premise with several previous movies, such as The Deep House
(and the graphic novel Creeping), but the execution is so energetic, it
often reaches heights of true mania. Granted, Ruddy is a total jerkweed, but co-director-lead
thesp Joseph Winter defiantly leans into his cowardly, self-absorbed
shortcomings. He also plays off the weirdness Melanie Stone brings as Chrissy
quite effectively.
Bugs and worms tend to grow large out in the desert, like in It Came from the Desert or the Tremors series. At least that franchise had some
humor to help the wacky premise go down easy and some survivalists, who were
properly supplied for a siege. Unfortunately, the Barstow cop at the center of
this film gets caught flat-footed in Dale Fabrigar’s They Crawl Beneath,
which releases today on VOD and DVD.
Danny
Moritz has been crashing with his slacker Uncle Bill, while he and his
girlfriend Gwen Bishop have been fighting about everything and nothing.
Inconveniently, old Bill did not have a proper jack, so when the mutant worms
attack while they are working under a vintage muscle car, Bill gets crushed to
death, leaving Moritz alone, precariously pinned underneath, and potentially at
the mercy of the toxic worm-things.
Frustratingly,
the film is stuck right there with Moritz, trapped under a car, in Uncle Bill’s
garage, which is sealed up like a prison, for unlikely reasons. Of course, Moritz
passes in and out of consciousness right when his colleagues from the force
come to check on him. Indeed, nearly everything about Tricia Aurand’s screenplay
will have viewers slapping their foreheads, especially when Moritz starts
arguing with his mental projection of Uncle Bill. It might be time to temporarily
retire this device, considering how effectively Panhandle and The Flight Attendant recently employed it.
It
is too bad the narrative is manipulative to the point of annoying, because the
practical creature effects are really cool. It shows a low budget
creepy-crawler film get look professional. Sadly, the quality of writing is not
much better than drive-in staples like Kingdom of Spiders.
Apparently, vampires aren’t so woke after all, since they happen to be such nasty
fat-shamers. If you don’t have six-pack abs, you’re not getting turned.
Reginald Andres is the exception. His sire did not plan on turning him, but it
was the only way to save the nebbish Andres in executive producer-showrunner
Harley Peyton’s Reginald the Vampire, which premieres Wednesday on Syfy.
Andres
is a nice guy, but he never had a chance to fulfill his potential. Stuck
working at the Slushy Shack, he carries a torch for his co-worker Sarah Kinney,
but he lacks the confidence to recognize she kind of likes him too. However, Maurice
Miller can see it.
Having
just arrived in Akron, the vampire has already become a regular at the Slushy
Shack (these vamps can still consume regular human food). Since he is a cool
vampire, Miller “glamours” Andres to ask out Kinney. When she says yes, he
agrees to tutor the now fully cognizant and somewhat panicked Andres for his
big date. Unfortunately, that is why Andres happened to be with Miller when
vampire enforcers from Angela Hibbert (the local vampire queen bee) came to
deliver a violent message. They couldn’t resist feasting on Andres, so Miller offers
him a choice (after the resulting carnage). Die and stay dead or die a few seconds
earlier and come back reborn.
Of
course, it is not quite that simple. The vampire Reggie is locked into his old
schlubby human body, which definitely makes him an outlier among vampires. In
fact, they consider him a freak that should be eliminated, especially Hibbert,
who was originally Miller’s sire, but is now his deadly rival.
There
is a lot of vampire intrigue in Reginald, but it is the characters that
really wear so well over the course of the first five episodes. Arguably, Peyton’s
adaptation of Johnny B. Truant’s novels perfects the balance between fannish
humor and vampire peril better than just about any film or series since Buffy
and Angel.
Jacob
Batalan (Ned Leeds in the Spider-Man movies) portrays Andres as a
genuinely likeable loser, while Mandela Van Peebles is super-cool and smooth as
Miller. Frankly, the latter looks so much like his father in his younger days,
the show almost makes us wonder if Mario Van Peebles might be a vampire
masquerading as his own son. Em Haine is sweet and quirkily off-center enough
to be a good match for Andres, but never to an annoying extent.
Even if it is not wildly popular when it airs on Syfy, it would be great
if this sequel inspired more mature straight-to-DVD franchises to reinvent themselves
in the horror genre. The Sniper and The Marine could fight
zombies, The Cutting Edge could feature stalkers on ice, and the steamy Wild
Things thrillers could easily accommodate a Carmilla-like vampire. However,
the long-running Bring It On did it first, when a mysterious slasher starts
killing the Diablos cheer squad in Karen Lam’s Bring It On: Cheer or Die,
which premieres this Saturday on Syfy.
Twenty
years ago, one of the Diablos cheerleaders died during an aerial stunt,
partially due to jealous sabotage from within the squad. Abby Synger’s estranged
mother was one of the guilty cheerleaders. Now, she is on the Diablos cheer
squad, but strict Principal Simmons has flatly banned any aerial moves. That
means they always finish dead last (so to speak) in competitions. However, this
year Synger wants to be different. She and her co-captain convince the squad to
give up their Halloweens, so they can secretly train their prohibited routines,
to surprise everyone at the state meet.
Conveniently, the newest team member can get the key to the old shuttered
high school, because she is Simmons’ adopted daughter, but she assures everyone
she is no snitch, including her sister, who is also on the team. Inevitably, once
they are in the spooky old building, someone dressed as the Diablos mascot
starts knocking them off, one by one.
There
is no doubt Cheer or Die will be too restrained for most slasher fans. This
film is not so scary, but neither is A24’s critically anointed Bodies Bodies Bodies either. Halina Reijn’s screenplay got more laughs out of its chaotic
premise, but screenwriters Rebekah McKendry and Dana Schwartz scribbled out
some reasonably clever, appropriately attitude-heavy dialogue. Alten Wilmot
gets most of the laughs as vain Mateo Adamos, one of the guys who throws the
girls into the air and catches them, at least if he were allowed to.
In the previous series, Dr. Sam Beckett often jumped into a body just about
as it was about to be clobbered by a haymaker. Sooner or later, the new leaper,
Dr. Ben Song was bound to get similar treatment. He is somewhat fortunate his chin
music comes from a mere sparring partner at the start of tonight’s Quantum
Leap episode, “Somebody Up There Likes Ben.”
Obviously,
the writers of the current continuation series are somewhat familiar with the classic
Paul Newman boxing film, so give them points for cinematic literacy. The 1970s
vibe is also pretty cool, but unexpected. The big non-spoilery development of
this episode is the fact Song somehow managed to leap beyond his own lifetime.
There will be other technical difficulties for the team that might have a
bearing on the ongoing mystery as to why Song was compelling to leap without
warning.
Obviously,
winning Danny Hill’s title fight will most likely factor into Song’s efforts to
set things right. However, he also must help the fighter’s manager-brother start
dealing with his PTSD. To its credit, this episode demonstrates great empathy
for Vietnam vets like Daryl Hill, who is indeed callously called a “baby-killer”
during the hour-long drama.
Normally, Tales from the Crypt’s Crypt Keeper is our host for horror stories. This
time he is the guest star, when Terry and Jesse, the two younger pro-Halloween
aliens from Planet Shlorp, mad scientist him out of a purloined corpse as a way
to celebrate the scary season. Chaos and foul language ensue in A Sinister
Halloween Scary Opposite Solar Special (a.k.a. Solar Opposites S3
E12), which premieres tomorrow on Hulu.
As
fans of the series know, Korvo dislikes Earth, but he really, really hates
Halloween. Yumyulack isn’t too crazy about either, but he is less emotional and
more contemptuous expressing his distaste. However, Terry and Jesse, who act
like the kids of the space-expedition-turned-family are totally down for it.
Frankly, they show us why Halloween, which very much is a nostalgic throwback
to small town Americana, can never be canceled (outside of pandemics or inclement
weather)—because an army of kids would rise up in arms.
Excited
to participate in the neighborhood house decorating campaign, Terry and Jesse plunder
a grave, reviving and mutating the body into an EC Comics like horror host, who
constantly spouts off little macabre anecdotes—in the voice of John Kassir,
from the long-running Tales from the Crypt franchise. Naturally, the
Crypt Keeper drives Korvo to distraction, but Yumyulack is not around to be
annoyed, due to a rather unfortunate misadventure.
If
you have not seen Solar Opposites before, it is easy to pick up the gist
of it from the Halloween special. Think of it as My Favorite Martian with
cussing and oral sex jokes. It is raunchier than The Simpsons but it
also has a sharper edge, while being far less didactic. Just about anyone
across the political and cultural spectrums can laugh at the Solar Special without
ever feeling attacked.
In the future, the Blumhouse production company might have their own
episode in talking head horror documentaries like this. They do not toot their
horn so much in their own survey, but a lot of their comentators’
talking-points sound very much like the same old stuff we’ve heard before.
However, Robert Englund’s narration definitely gets you in the mood to rewatch a
lot of the films discussed in showrunner James Buddy Day’s five-part Blumhouse’s
Compendium of Horror, which premieres tomorrow on Epix.
Blumhouse
and Day break down horror by general chronological periods, starting in the
1930s, with the classic Universal monsters. This is generally the best episode,
as long as you won’t wonder where the silent German expressionists are. Next, “Atomic
Nightmares” episode does a pretty good job chronicling the rise of Japanese kaijus
and their low-budget American mutant cousins. However, the pejorative use of
the term “red scare” to describe the themes of films like Invasion of the
Body Snatchers is not entirely appropriate, given what we now know about
Soviet covert activity at the time. At this point, nobody seriously denies the
US Communist Party was wholly controlled by Moscow and actively abetted Soviet
agents engaged in espionage.
Bizarrely,
Hammer, Universal’s British successor, is almost completely ignored in “Unholy
Dreams,” which largely focuses on 1960s and 1970s horror as an expression of
the counter-culture’s interest in exoticism and the occult. Even more troubling,
it completely misrepresents Friedkin’s classic The Exorcist as a
subversive attack on conventional Christian values. The truth is William Peter
Blatty, who adapted the screenplay from his own novel, was a devout Roman
Catholic, who believed the Church was our last, best, and possible only defense
against evil. If you were to compile a list of the great Catholic films of the
20th Century, The Exorcist would rank towards the top—very possibly
#1. To so badly misunderstand and distort its significance reveals the
problematic biases of the critics who appear in Compendium.
The
next episode is somewhat better, discussing 1980s slasher films in the context
of the sensationalistic media coverage of real-life serial killers. The final
fifth episode was not yet provided for review, but there is a good chance it misses
an important point. As a genre, horror is at a turning point. It has never had
greater prestige. Yet, as Compendium often points out, in the past,
horror has often reflected society’s anxieties, sometimes without consciously intending
to do so. Recently, many horror films have stopped reflecting widely held fears,
opting to tell viewers exactly what they should fear instead. There have been
dozens of climate change horror movies, but really none of them amounted to
much.
Yat Boon jai (a.k.a. “The Man with No Name”) is right about one thing when
he accepts this dodgy courier gig. It would indeed be a last chance to see the
real Hong Kong as it truly was before the 1997 handover, which turned out to be
a national tragedy for Hongkongers. Unfortunately, the naĂŻve Asian American with
a taste for flashy cowboy apparel will be in over his head navigating the HK underworld
in Wayne Wang’s Life is Cheap … But Toilet Paper is Expensive, which also
had a rocky reception when it was originally released in 1989. Ripe for reappraisal,
a new, slightly revised and freshly restored print of Wang’s film is now screening
at the BAM cinema.
The
unnamed courier, who actually seems to have a name on imdb and other online
sources, has no idea what is in the briefcase he carries for his boss’s
colleague. He doesn’t want to know, as long as it is not drugs. He is supposed
to give it only to “Big Boss,” but apparently it is not important enough for
the senior Triad to make time to see the Courier. As a result, he is left with
too much time on his hands. His boredom leads to danger when the Courier starts
hanging with Big Boss’s femme fatale mistress, Money.
Life
is Cheap generated
controversy when it was originally refused an “X” rating, eventually becoming
one of the first films to carry an NC-17. It is hard to fathom why. Admittedly,
there is a hand-chopping motifs that often recurs, but it looks cheesy compared
to modern gore. Wang also captures some duck butchery that might disturb some
viewers, plus it all builds towards a truly scatological punch line, but it
still seems tamed compared to its reputation.
Frankly,
Wang’s pseudo-documentary style, often incorporating long monologues resembling
interview segments, might have been ahead of its time in 1989. Fifteen years
ago, Life is Cheap might have suffered in comparison to other Jia
Zhangke docu-hybrids and the like. However, in post HK “National Security” Law
2022, it feels like a sad elegy to a ruckus Hong Kong and a vibrant local
culture that no longer exists. Gone are the days when the son of American
immigrants from Hong Kong can return to their homeland, to film a gritty,
experimental gangster movie, guerrilla-style on the city’s streets.
In
fact, the film reaches true heights of elegiac lyricism when martial arts legend
Lo Lieh appears in one of the docu-interludes, portraying a former pianist, who
cut off his own arm rather than compromise his integrity during the Cultural
Revolution. Life is Cheap might be getting a new lease on life here in
America, but there is no way you could screen it in Hong Kong today.
Maybe a lawyer who represents himself has a fool for a client, but what is he,
if he hires his toxic, alcoholic daughter? Abigail Bianchi is actually the
third of Harry Svensson’s three grown children (all from different mothers)
that he hired at his family law firm. She is not happy to be there, but it is
her only option after a drunken vomiting courtroom incident. Even in Canada,
the courts frown on such behavior, but each case offers more dramedy-redemption
in writer-creator Susin Nielsen’s Family Law, which premieres Sunday on
the CW.
In
the pilot episode, “Sins of the Father,” Bianchi does not know her entitled
half-siblings very well and neither of them is happy to have her join the firm.
Before the regurgitation incident, Bianchi was a hot shot litigator, so she
feels like family law is beneath her. Only the transgender receptionist is
happy to see her.
Currently,
Bianchi is separated from her unfaithful husband, who still has custody of the
kids, because she is such a dumpster fire. Their little boy always looks
forward to her visits, but their teen daughter is openly siding with dad and
against her. At least she has the boozy support of her Ab-Fab mother Joanne
Kowalski, Svensson’s first wife. Perhaps understandably, some of Bianchi’s
baggage comes out during her first case for the firm, involving years of unpaid
child support from a father, who answered an online ad for a no-strings-attached
sperm donor.
Honestly,
most of the legal plotlines of the pilot episode feel like they could have been
brainstorming notes discarded from the writers’ room when L.A. Law was
cancelled in the mid-1990s. It is basically the same formula. The pilot gives
us one primary case, addressing a mildly controversial issue, while also following
a slightly comical secondary case (this time around it is a doggie custody
battle).
Family
Law might
not be stylistically innovative, but that is no great sin. The problem is the
complete and utter lack of characters any sane viewer would want to spend time
with. Bianchi is abrasively annoying, Svensson is insufferably arrogant, and
the step-siblings combine the worst of both. Even Lauren Holly generates more
eye-rolls than laughs as the diva-ish Kowalski.
Well into the 1950s, the northern Manhattan neighborhood of Inwood was
considered the most rural area in the borough. Technically, it could still be.
Traditionally, it was also predominantly Irish Catholic. Not surprisingly, the
locals took exception to antiwar protesters who casually smeared the troops as “baby
killers.” Out of that shared frustration, Chickie Donohue, a peace-time veteran
and Merchant Marine, hatched a scheme to deliver beer to his neighborhood
friends serving in-country. Much to everyone’s surprise, especially the
soldiers in combat, Donohue followed-through. His real-life adventure is now
the subject of Peter Farrelly’s The Greatest Beer Run Ever, which
premieres today on Apple TV+.
Donohue
still lives at home, because he and his mother think it would be a waste to pay
rent while he is gone for months at a time with the Merchant Marine (who also
have a crucial role to play during times of war). However, that means there are
plenty of opportunities for arguments with his anti-war activist sister. During
a gripe-session with the “Colonel,” the bartender at their local watering hole,
Donohue latches on to a crazy idea to deliver beers to the troops in Vietnam,
as a way to express their appreciation. However, it was not a totally
unrealistic idea for Donohue, because there happened to be a supply ship
leaving for Saigon that still had a vacancy.
With
a duffle bag full of Pabst and a list of names and general locations, Donohue
sets off, naively heedless of the chaos and danger he would be stepping into.
For the sake of dramatic cohesion, Farrelly and co-screenwriters Brian Hayes
Currie and Pete Jones compressed Donohue’s months-long mission into a 72-hour
pass—over the final days of January, 1968, thereby raising the dramatic stakes,
as those who know their history will immediately understand.
Clearly,
Farrelly is going for a Good Morning Vietnam vibe, but Greatest Beer
Run proves that is easier said than done. It so obvious Farrelly and his
co-writers feel duty-bound to criticize the war, without attacking the troops in
the way so many New Left protesters did. As a result, the film twists itself
into pretzels, not infrequently questioning the motives and integrity of the
government and top military brass, while attempting to sympathize with the
enlisted men. It almost reaches Jekyll-and-Hyde extremes.
Indeed,
Coates, the war correspondent played by Russell Crowe is supposed to be one of
the good guys, but his smug moral superiority is absolutely nauseating.
Regardless, he cannot help comparing unfavorably with Donohue, whom Zac Efron portrays
winning earnestness—and nebbishness, very much contrary to his image. This is
definitely some of his best work.
New Orleans really is the perfect place for vampires. It is a city built
around nightlife, where they bury their dead above ground. The new series
reboot definitely capitalizes on the New Orleans vibe, but it also embraces the
homoeroticism of the original novel. This definitely is not Tom Cruise’s Lestat.
What was once implied is now explicit in creator Rolin Jones’ Interview with
the Vampire, which premieres Sunday on AMC.
Years
ago, vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac sat for an ill-fated interview session with
rookie reporter Daniel Molloy. Years have passed. Molloy is now an aging
journalist, facing his mortality. With the CCP pandemic raging, Molloy agrees
to a do-over with Pointe du Lac, meeting him in his luxury Dubai penthouse.
This
time around, Pointe du Lac is a Creole vampire, who saved his family fortune
through his administration of several Storyville sporting houses. How he met
Lestat de Lioncourt hardly requires much explanation. Although de Lioncourt first
humiliates Pointe du Lac with his favorite high-class prostitute, they are soon
sharing her services. Pretty soon they do not even need her at all. By this
time, de Lioncourt has turned his vampire apprentice-lover. However, Pointe du
Lac still attempts to maintain ties with his family, despite the increasingly
awkward complications of his sexuality and vampirism.
In the film, Pointe du Lac was played by Brad Pitt, which made sense, whereas Cruise
portrayed Lestat. Honestly, it was a miracle the director Neil Jordan was able
to make that work to the extent that he did. Louis’s new Creole-ness is certainly
woke-compatible, but it fits relatively easily with the novel’s themes, further
emphasizing Pointe du Lac’s outsider status.
However,
the best part about the new series is the older, dramatically more cynical
Molloy, now portrayed by Eric Bogosian, who is a major trade-up from Christian
Slater. Time after time, Molloy undercuts the eroticism and moral relativism Louis
tries to cloak his story in. Repeatedly, he asks tough questions about the
vampires’ victims and their bereaved families. Honestly, it is a shame so few
real-life journalists demonstrate this kind of integrity and tenacity.
This five-part series is based on a real-life Swedish true crime book, but it
could be any number of cases, since family members are always the first
suspects when someone is murdered. It sure looks like Sanna Ljungqvist killed
her strict father, Bengt, with her boyfriend Marcus Tingstrom, the thuggish poppa
of her child, but volunteer missing persons-searcher Tanja Thorell is the only
one investigating the case in director-co-creator Gustav Moller’s The Dark
Heart, which premieres today on Topic.
Ljungqvist
is fresh out of school with a forest-management degree, but Bengt
condescendingly dismisses all her new ideas for their forestry business.
Ironically, that pushes her into the arms of brooding Tingstrom, whose father
has long-feuded with Bengt, as their fathers did before them.
It
sure seems like something bad happened to old Bengt, because he has been
missing for over a year in the later time-line. Ljungqvist’s older sister
Emelie, who hasn’t lived on the family tree farm in years, contacted Thorell’s
missing persons group. Basically, she administers a Facebook page and a list of
a few dozen volunteers, but she mobilizes them all to search the woods around
the Ljungqvist farm. However, Ljungqvist and Thorell will not grant them
permission to search their property, thereby raising Thorell’s suspicions—quite
rightly so.
Dark
Heart was
probably conceived as a thriller that explored the troubling emotional terrain of
family dysfunction, like Blood and Broadchurch, but it leans much
more towards angst than suspense. Although the initial split narrative is a
little confusing, viewers will pretty much know what happened and are where it
is headed, right from the start.
The Hostage Crisis was an international crime and a national tragedy for the Iranian people. HBO's HOSTAGES eventually makes that point, exposing the way the Ayatollah manipulated the incident to consolidate his hold on power. Fittingly, it premieres during the Masha Amini protests. EPOCH TIMES exclusive review up here.
The lost verses of Charlie Chaplin’s classic tune probably go something like
“smile, even though you're being tormented by a supernatural entity,” right?
Weirdly, the song is not heard during this film, unless it is buried deep in
the closing credits. There is no cheap irony, but there are jump scares.
However, those jump scares are unusually effective in director-screenwriter
Parker Finn’s Smile, which open Friday nationwide.
Dr.
Rose Cotter is an incredibly diligent emergency room psychiatrist, but even she
is shocked when her new patient, Laura Weaver, brutally kills herself during
their first session. The experience understandably disturbs her, but she feels
an additional sense of unease. Her eyes must be playing tricks on her, because
she keeps seeing her late patient’s maniacal smile on other people.
Slowly,
she starts to suspect a mysterious something is stalking her. Her wealthy fiancé
is not much help, but her torch-carrying ex-boyfriend, who conveniently happens
to be the cop who responded to Weaver’s suicide case, helps her research the
victim’s past. It turns out, Weaver also witnessed a grisly suicide a week
earlier. That man also watched a shocking self-annihilation a week before, and
so on and so forth.
Smile
might
be a studio horror film, but you can see the influence of the “elevated horror”
trend. Finn seriously addresses issues mental health and family dysfunction in
ways that never feel exploitative. The film could even be therapeutic, were it
not for the very standard horror movie ending.
There
are still a lot of jump scares, but they really make you jump like a nervous
jackrabbit. At nearly two full hours, Smile is a bit too long
(ironically Finn adapted it from his short film), but there are a number of
super-sharply executed, highly memorable scenes, such as Cotter’s prison
meeting with an accused murderer, who might have escaped the Smiley curse.
“Visit our stores and maybe you’ll be possessed by an angry ghost” is an
unusual commercial message for a company to put out, but Spirit Halloween is
not your typical retail chain. They only open brick-and-mortar stores for 60 to
90 days out of the year, usually taking short-term remnant leases. It is easy
to see why middle school monster fans like Jake and his friends would be
fascinated by their inventory. However, sneaking into the big-box pop-up on
Halloween night is obviously just asking for trouble in David Poag’s Spirit
Halloween: The Movie, which opens this Friday in theaters.
Jake
loves Halloween, because it brings back fond memories of his late father.
Unfortunately, his obnoxious friend Carson believes he is already too old to
trick or trick. Instead, he wants to go to a teen party or pull stupid teen
pranks. Somehow, he and Jake come to a compromise, agreeing to secretly spend
the night in their local Spirit Halloween. Their third friend Bo knows it is a
bad idea, but he is even more passive than Jake.
Unbeknownst
to them, the store leased an empty old Kmart or whatever, built near the site
of the orphanage legendary real estate developer Alex Windsor tried to evict,
before his untimely death from witchcraft. Windsor has become a local legend,
but his ghost is very real. He still hates kids, but he would be happy to take
possession of one of the boys’ bodies. They could use some adult supervision,
but they will have to settle for Carson’s teen sister, Kate (which will be just
fine with the smitten Jake). She figures out what they are up to, but she does
not expect to also find Windsor’s ghost controlling Spirit Halloween’s ghoulish
animatronics and standees.
This
film could also be called “Product Placement: The Movie,” but it is easy to see
geeky pre-teens loving it (we probably would have). It is not The Monster
Squad, but it has Christopher Lloyd channeling his Who Framed Roger
Rabbit persona as the sinister Windsor. The various possessed Halloween
decorations are amusing and most likely will inspire increased sales from
indulgent parents.
This beloved TV family was more apple pie-American than the Waltons, the
Cleavers, or the Simpsons, but they originally hailed from Transylvania. Sure,
some most fans might be somewhat fonder of the Adamses or the Collinses of Collinsport,
but we all have a soft spot for Herman Munster and family. That’s why everyone
had the same thought when Rob Zombie’s remake was announced: “he better not
screw it up.” At least he gets the tone right in The Munsters, which
releases today on DVD and Netflix.
Lily
is a ghoul (with the moistest) living with her father the Count, who wants her
to settle down with a wealthy Nosferatu. Instead, she falls for Herman Munster,
the days-old creation of Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang. He was stitched together
soon after the death of two brothers. One was a brilliant quantum physicist.
The other was a moronic nightclub comic. Guess which one’s brain Wolfgang’s
assistant Floop was supposed to steal and which he plundered instead.
The
Count thinks Herman is an idiot, but it is love at first sight for Lily. Unfortunately,
the Count is not wrong about Munster, which makes him easy prey for Lily’s
scammer brother Lester, a compulsive gambling werewolf deeply indebted to
fortune-teller-real estate developer Zoya Krupp (yes, we still love Maria
Ouspenskaya as Maleva in The Wolf Man, but the Roma stereotypes are
getting a bit outdated).
Unlike
every other film Rob Zombie ever made, The Munsters is sweet and gentle.
You won’t hear anyone leveling charges of toxic fandom to defend the film,
because it respects what made the original so enduring—a loving nuclear family,
who just happen to look like vintage Universal monsters. To that end, there are
a number of warmly pleasing sequences, like Herman and Lily’s duet on “I’ve Got
You Babe” and Herman’s introduction to Lily’s uncle, the Creature from the
Black Lagoon.
The
problem with Zombie’s script is that it is a totally unnecessary origin story.
We completely get who the Munsters are. There is no need wasting time
explaining. Just cut to the riffing on classic monster tropes. Frankly, there
is not a lot of genuine conflict to drive the narrative, such as it is. We do
not even get to meet Eddie or Marilyn Munster yet, but the original cast-members
Butch Patrick and Pat Priest who portrayed them have voice-over cameos (as Tin
Can Man and an airline announcer) that viewers should be forewarned of, because
otherwise they aren’t likely to register.
Premen are not exactly triads, because they pretend to be guardians of their neighborhoods.
Consider them Indonesian “community organizers.” Of course, when crooked
politicians want a block cleared of residents, they are the ones to call. Naturally,
they turn on one of their own when his son witnesses one of their murders in Randolph
Zaini’s Preman: Silent Fury, which releases today on DVD and BluRay.
For
various reasons, some related to his deafness, Sandi has profound self-esteem
issues. He really believes he is only fit to be enforcer for Guru’s Preman
gang. When he first joined the Preman, they were more like what they present
themselves to be, because they were led by the respected Haji. Now, Haji is on
the other side, refusing to vacate the neighborhood a mobbed-up politician
wants to re-develop.
Unfortunately,
Sandi’s son Pandu sees Guru murdering Haji. Sandi hopes to stash Pandu with his
estranged mother, but Guru’s assassin is hot on their heels. The flamboyant Ramon
is a notoriously messy killer, who enjoys snipping up his targets with his hairdresser’s
scissors. Right, you won’t see a villain like Ramon in a Hollywood movie
anytime soon.
Preman
definitely
isn’t Hollywood, but it and other Indonesian martial arts releases make a good
substitute for the action films we used to enjoy from Hong Kong. Tragically, the
HK film industry has been profoundly compromised by the CCP, to the point where
the propaganda outweighs everything else. Preman has plenty of the old
school, bone-crunching action we’re missing and it is also weirdly eccentric, which
also follows in HK traditions. At one point, Sandi cuts through a small army of
Preman thugs, who appear in his mind’s eye as fuzzy cartoon animals.
Zaini
plumbs his antihero’s subconscious deeper and further than most martial arts
films ever attempt. At times, it is downright neurotically existential. However,
Zaini always takes care of the action business. Preman’s fight
scenes are particularly distinctive, because of Sandi’s preferred weapon of
choice: the monkey’s fist, a rope on a string that takes on lethal power
through centrifugal force.