Wednesday 21 August 2013

Goodbye Ted Post.

Ted Post is not a name you see often in the index of film books. He’s not a director people know or one that critics talk about. He doesn’t have a cult following or devoted fan base. His passing yesterday will be acknowledged and then forgotten. He did however make not one, but four of my all-time favourite films from the seventies. His moment in the sun may have been brief and the rest of his career may have been unremarkable but I thank him and raise a toast to this weird and wonderful quartet.

Beneath The Planet Of The Apes (1970)

A sequel as good as the original film. Some would say better.

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The Baby (1973)

Bizarre, camp and shocking. One of the strangest exploitation films ever made.

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The Harrad Experiment  (1973)

"Exploring ourselves through others" or,  sex on campus. Controversial at the time. A time capsule hoot now.

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Magnum Force (1973)

A sequel that turns up the heat on Dirty Harry. Iconic.

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Wednesday 14 August 2013

Q: When is a tree not a tree? A: When it's 'The House At The End Of TheStreet'.

It sounds like a horror movie and it looks like a horror movie, but It plays out like an episode of ‘Dawson’s Creek’ or ‘The O.C.’ and ends as a fumbled Psycho variant with a dubious message. It wastes the talents of Jennifer Lawrence and Elisabeth Shue and annoyed the hell out of me with it’s morality: basically, you should listen to your mum, even if she is drunk, because she’s right - the boy next door is no good for you and all those prejudices of the ‘normal’ townsfolk are well founded. There’s a point where mother and daughter look at a tree and Jennifer asks - “What do you see?” Mother says “A tree.” And that in a nutshell is what this movie is saying. Your viewpoint should be shallow and you will be safe. Don’t go looking for beauty, depth or a human face in the tree as Jennifer does. Don’t try to understand other people. Call a tree a tree, call a weirdo a weirdo, an outsider an outsider and join in with the mob of would-be rapists, bullys and selfish parents because the mob was right all along. It’s okay to ostracise people because they’re from troubled backgrounds, don’t fit in and lower the house prices in your area. You should follow the house rules and you should not transgress.

Jennifer scrambles around like a slasher-movie final girl at the end (actually she looks like Bruce Willis in her bloodied white vest) but it’s mum and mum’s point of view that dispatches the threat. The actual mechanics of how this all happens is clumsy to say the least. I’m still not sure how mom survived a stabbing at the end. Presumably her alcohol levels and bigotry provided her with plenty of padding.

Monday 12 August 2013

The Conjuring Trick

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The Conjuring is getting some great word of mouth and the cinema was packed when i went to see it but I thought it was a disappointing, tepid affair. It’s ‘based on a true story’ and set in the early seventies and so immediately puts you in mind of The Exorcist and The Amityville Horror. It’s a trick that seems to have fooled lots of people into thinking this is a modern classic with some authenticity and class. I was hoping the settings and fashions would invoke the feel of something like ‘The Stone Tape’ or The Legend of Hell House but actually everything just looks muddy and beige and dull. It’s more in tune with made-for-tv horrors and rolls through a repetitive set of cliches: there’s the creepy doll that turns it’s head towards us, the creepy music box, the creepy face in the mirror etc, etc etc. It’s fine if you like mild jolts but not unnerving at all. In fact, that’s the problem,  it’s a very conservative horror in every sense - comforting in it’s tired set of thrills and then just a soapbox for Christian right propaganda.  Once we get into the final act we discover that demonic possession means you become a bad mother for a while and therefore basically a conduit for evil. Only the church, the law and family love can restore order. Oh, and the persecuted women of Salem really were satanists, so there. Maybe it’s just me, but I just don’t find the possession/exorcism type of film to be all that scary and if anything they’re a little bit funny. Nothing more than hide and clap parlour games.

Hi Ho Silver Lining



There’s a point halfway through The Lone Ranger where Johnny Depp kicks a dead horse; that’s pretty much what I thought this film was going to be like. The trailers looked terrible and critics were lining up to savage it before it was even released. The truth is that this is actually this year’s John Carter, i.e.. a film that has been killed by word of mouth, bad reviews and bad marketing but is actually one of the most entertaining films of the year.  It somehow manages to be a revisionist western, a Disney film that has the balls to remind you of the genocide of the native American Indian and a family film that unashamedly entertains. It tips its hat to every decent western you can think of without ever getting buried under the weight of knowing homage. It’s as playful as Sergio Leone and has two train sequences as inventive as Buster Keaton. It delivers the spectacular scenery of John Ford and is as attempts the same pathos as Dances with Wolves and Little Big Man. It plays with the notion of heroes and myth but still has you rooting for the good guys. The villain is believably psycho and you feel the impact of bullets as much as you would in Peckinpah or Walter Hill feature. It even references El Topo. Really, what more do you want? Cowboys vs Aliens, Maverick, The Wild Wild West? Get out of here. It’s not perfect by any means; it is blighted by the same things as most modern blockbusters - too long, dodgy politics, clunky framing narrative and Helena Bonham Carter but it delivers more thrills than any amount of big robots/zombies/superheroes hitting each other.

Friday 9 August 2013

Goodbye Karen Black

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In the eighties TV only seemed to show films from the decade before and they nearly always starred Karen Black. She was just one of those faces you knew growing up, so it was sad to wake up today to the news of her death. She worked with some great people - Hitchcock, Coppola, Altman and starred opposite Dennis Hopper, Jack Nicholson, Kris Kristofferson and the like. She was in some American classics - “Easy Rider’, ‘Five Easy Pieces’, ‘Nashville’ and some straight to video crap but never stopped working. To most she will be remembered as the brave stewardess who flies the jumbo jet to safety in ‘Airport ‘75’. To me she will be best remembered for ‘Burnt Offerings’ a haunted house horror that scared the life out of me at an impressionable age.



Tuesday 6 August 2013

The Heat Is On ( A Low Thermostat Setting)

This action comedy lady-cop-buddy movie plays out exactly like you think it’s going to. It’s above average, but only just. The surprise is that it is Sandra Bullock who is the weak link here. She basically just takes her stock Miss Congeniality character out of the wardrobe and gives it another airing. It doesn’t quite work in the context of this film which requires her to be a lot tougher and less klutzy than she plays it. Melissa McCarthy’s insane detective needs a stronger foil who won’t stand for her shit. It would have given the relationship a definite edge and genuine tension but Bullock’s FBI agent seems to acquiesce too easily even though there are script reasons for her doing so.

Take a second here to consider the career of Sandra Bullock. She first came to attention with ‘Speed’ which was some twenty years ago. An A-list female star who has had a consistent run of hits and is still a bankable draw after all those years is something very rare in Hollywood. I like her but she gives a lukewarm performance for this one. It’s also disconcerting that she is becoming a doppleganger for Andrew Eldritch from The Sisters of Mercy.

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Saturday 3 August 2013

God Forgives. I Don't.

I’ve been to see “Only God Forgives’ so you don’t have to.

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Can someone please tell Ryan Gosling that acting is re-acting? Can someone please tell Ryan Gosling that staring into the middle distance is not the same thing at all.

Can someone please tell director Nicolas Winding Refn that style over substance is fine, but you do have to have some style. Bathing the sets in red light is not the same as having an aesthetic. Using one point perspective does not make you Kubrick. Being deliberately provocative is not the same as being uncompromising. Baiting your audience is not the same as being thought provoking.

As you can probably tell I hated this film, but then I hated Drive too by the same team - so your mileage may vary.

*spoilers*

In this one we are in Bangkok, but really we are in hell. We know this because everything is in red. Ryan Gosling’s brother decides he wants to rape a 14 year old girl but there are none available so he kills a prostitute instead. He sits around leering, waiting for the police to show, because really he’s the devil (we know this because he’s bathed in red, oh, and is framed beneath a big devil’s face). The chief of police (called ‘The Angel of Vengeance’) allows the dead girl’s father to exact revenge, which is nice of him, but then chops off the father’s hand so that he will think about what a bad father he’s been and think about his other daughters and think about how he could have stopped all this violence earlier. That’s the kind of thing the ‘Angel of Vengeance’ does. It’s important; the film will come back to this.

Ryan Gosling likes to watch Thai girls masturbate in front of him. It shows discipline and restraint you see. But then all this violence wells up inside of him so when he finds out his brother has been killed you expect him to ‘get medieval’ on someone’s ass, but no, he lets the prostitute’s father go instead of shooting him because I guess he already knows his brother was a total arse-hole who deserved what he got. You could say he….forgives…geddit?

Which would be the end except that Ryan Gosling’s mother is Kristin Scott Thomas and she’s one pissed off lady. She’s like an Essex version of Lady Macbeth. She’s straight out of a Martina Cole novel. She’s a hardcore gangster. We know this because she shouts at receptionists and says ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’ a lot. She really loves her boys. Really, really loves them in an Oedipus complex kind of way. So, she flies into town and will have her bloody revenge even if it means sidelining sappy Ryan out of her drug smuggling business in the process.

Ryan wishes he could just bring a nice girl home to meet mother and be normal so he plays out that exact situation but hires a classy prostitute to be the ‘nice girl’. Mother’s having none of it and after a meal out together it all ends badly. Ryan suddenly realizes he paid for the girls dress though and demands it back off her in the street even though she’s still wearing it. That’s the kind of guy he is. He shouts during this bit which somewhat shocks the audience because we just assume ‘staring into the middle distance’ is Ryan’s default setting.

So anyway, as you can probably imagine, this soon spirals into a bloody cycle of tit for tat retribution…blah,  blah, blah…during which Ryan’s stare has become so irksome that you badly want someone to slap him. When it actually happens and he gets his ass kicked by the ‘Angel of Retribution’ you’ll be cheering.

Towards the end of the film Ryan symbolically penetrates his mother by fingering her fatal wounds (I swear this is all true) and then faces an interesting dilemma. Should he kill The Angel of Vengeance’s wife and daughter like his mother has demanded or let them go like his conscience dictates? In the end he compromises and let’s a henchman kill the wife but shoots the same henchman before he can start on the kid. So, I guess he has learned something along the way but not enough. There’s still one final lesson. In the end he has to face the ‘Angel of Vengeance’ himself in a field.  The lesson he learns is that he could have stopped this violence at any point. He learns this lesson by getting his hands chopped off. Bet he won’t be forgetting what a dumbkopf he’s been now.

And then the ‘Angel of Vengeance’ sings some karaoke in a bar as the end credits roll.

I shit you not.

So I guess it’s intended as a meditation on the nature of cyclic violence or something but to be honest it just makes me want to take the director outside and smash his face in.

Friday 2 August 2013

I Dreamed A Dream. And It Was Horrible.

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Do you hear the people sing? Yes, they all sound like artful dodger cock-er-neys. They’re awful.

As a film it’s fine - it’s one of the best designed, best photographed, best directed costume dramas you’re ever likely to see and the performances are all round impressive. As a musical though it’s really poor. Painfully poor.

Now, I don’t have a problem with musicals, it’s not my favourite genre but I don’t mind a good tune and a good sing-a-long. This isn’t a sing- song musical though. This is a speak-song musical where every line is just stretched out exposition. It’s exactly like watching laymen spoof the operatic style, all - “Loookk, loook at meeee! For here I goooo To speeeaakk to a mannn who runnnsss the townnn!” for two and a half hours.  Now I could cope with that if it had say maybe four really standout songs but for me it didn’t have any. In a two and a half hour musical that’s a bit of a letdown to say the least. It’s repetitive, it’s monotone and it’s leaden.  Go watch The Umbrellas of Cherbourg to see how this style should be done.

The other stumbling block, and this is a problem I have with most literary 19th century ‘classics’ is that the story is all contrivances, coincidence and people falling in love at first glance. In short, nobody behaves like a sane adult and it just gets ridiculous.

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Overall it’s a draining experience. Not without merit, but not one I’d want to repeat either.