Dec 052014
  December 5, 2014

Went into the SS Administration office today. It took over two months to get an appointment. I had to go in to fill out forms and to get Eugie’s $255 death benefit. I suppose that was enough for a burial in the 1930s and they’ve never changed it.  Seems like the sort of thing to do online. The woman was very nice. She did ask a lot of questions about Katie which I wasn’t prepared for. Hadn’t thought to bring in a second set of birth and death certificates. Didn’t really make any difference. They’ll send me the $255 in a week or so.

Having to do that, talking about Eugie, that wasn’t uncomfortable. But the car ride there and back were. I’ve been focusing on some work related to her writing, and that’s kept my mind occupied. With the drive, with nothing else to distract me, that’s when I fell apart. Guess I need teleporters. Now back to work. Free time is not my friend.

 

Oct 192014
 
three reels

Lou Carou (Leo Fafard) is a drunken loser deputy in a corrupt town where a “Drink & Shoot” is thought of as a good idea and Liquor Donuts is a thriving business. He is a disappointment to the sheriff (Aidan Devine) and the one good deputy (Amy Matysio), but is on excellent terms with the stunning and shifty bar tender Jessica (Sarah Lind). Lou is grabbed by some cultists who perform a ritual on him, making him a werewolf for some nefarious purpose connected to local murders. However, Lou turns out to be a far better cop as a wolf than he was as a human.

Wolfcop is gory, silly, and twisted, and it is a whole lot of fun. If you are heading out to a midnight cult movie screening (do they still do that?), this is the film you want to see. If at home, invite some friends and keep the booze flowing.

It’s surprisingly well made for its budget. Fafard is an amiable lead and looks natural enough that someone might want to check him into AA. Matysio is the anchor for the film, allowing everyone else to go wild, and Lind is the kind of attractive that only pops up in supermodel cover shoots. Sure, the feature doesn’t look expensive, but this isn’t hack work, with shots and lighting I don’t expect without five times the cash, and a bit of grain in the print isn’t a problem for a film where a drunken werewolf rips a guy’s arms off. While the film as a whole looks good, the wolf makeup looks great, and the transformation scenes are spectacular. These are up with the best that’s been done.

As an homage to ‘80s horror, ‘80s cop flicks, and ‘80s comedy, it is only slightly more clever than the films it sprung from. If you are looking for theme or wit, look elsewhere. If you are looking for a lot of gore and a monster that pauses to trick out his car, then you’ve found your film. It does have an original mythology, but it would rather focus on a hilarious werewolf-human sex scene, complete with a sappy retro-ballad, then spend time on world building details. With a runtime of 79 minutes, avoiding going too deep is a virtue. It zips in, tells its joke, rips out an eyeball, and then is gone.

Oct 182014
 
two reels

A rush of hormones turns high school golden boy Cayden Richards (Lucas Till) into a werewolf. He awakens to find he’d attacked his girlfriend and killed his parents, so goes on the run. A strange werewolf (John Pyper-Ferguson) he meets along the way puts him on the path toward the secluded town of Lupine Ridge, where town werewolves who never use their powers are terrorized by the wolf pack that lives in the mountains and is lead by Connory Slaughter (Jason Momoa). Cayden is taken in by kindly old werewolf-farmer John Tollerman (Stephen McHattie) who explains that he was adopted and his real parents were from this town. It soon becomes clear that he is the deciding factor in the local problems as he is a purebred, making him stronger than most werewolves. Slaughter, also a purebred, plans to breed with Angel Timmins (Merritt Patterson), the only young purebred left in town and the girl Cayden has fallen for. Naturally, Cayden is going to fight.

Erg
 Some films make me tired. It isn’t that Wolves is bad; in fact there is a great deal to like about it. The make-up is good, the fights are exciting in a Teen-wolf dunking a basketball kind of way, and the directors of some recent 200 million+ productions could learn from Wolves how to shoot dark scenes. Stephen McHattie is very good (as he always is) and the whole production looks like it was put together with care and thought. There’s no gaping plot holes.

But it just doesn’t matter. The beginning narration needed to be followed by a biting satire. That would have been a fine way to go. Or it could have gone for horror. But Wolves takes the young adult route in the weakest way. Themes are thrown out, as is any kind of emotion. The curse of being a werewolf and murdering your parents isn’t taken as something to get all that worked up over. Cayden isn’t a monster, he’s a superhero, a fantasy for teenagers who are feeling picked on.

Lucas Till is the lead because he’s a pretty boy. He isn’t bad, but he brings nothing else. Merritt Patterson plays the girlfriend because she’s a pretty girl. She brings her looks, and that’s about it. It seems clear by now that Jason Momoa has an impressive physical presence, and knows how to stand and smolder, but after that he’s empty.

Which leaves the plot, which is the typical boy grows into his powers and gets the girl young adult stuff, except he doesn’t even do much growing. He just is. Superhero films can’t function on plot because we know how they will end—so the good ones go for character studies, or comedies. This one just plods along. Nothing matters. There are no stakes. You’d think that threatening to rape a teen girl would drum up something, but nope; we know it isn’t going to happen and it doesn’t matter. There’s a reveal toward the end that supposedly changes everything, except it also carries no weight and is worth nothing more than a shrug.

It doesn’t help that this is one of those magic-type stories that falls apart due to the existence of guns. Werewolves die in ordinary ways in this movie, and the non-pure wolves don’t heal terribly well, so if the hero had just gone out and bought a few pistols, a shotgun, and a rifle, it all would have been over in ten minutes.

There’s fun to be hand in the pretty people and the prettier fighting, but you’ll enjoy Wolves as much with the sound turned down and fast forwarding it to whatever scene looks cool. This one was forgotten as soon as it appeared. There’s a reason for that.

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Jun 272014
 
three reels

Lucy (Scarlett Johansson) is forced to become a drug mule for a new synthetic narcotic with unknown properties. When the plastic bag inside her ruptures, the massive dose of the drug initiates changes in her, allowing her to access more and more of her brain’s capacity. As her powers grow, and her death from the overdose imminent, she chases after the remaining three packages of the drug as well as seeks out Professor Stanley Norman (Morgan Freeman), a theoretician contemplating the consequences of using higher percentages of the brain.

OK, I’ve got to start with this: The basic premise of this film is a lie. I don’t mind science fiction films messing with or ignoring real science. Sound in space? Fine. Gravity on spaceships? Fine. But Lucy propagates a fallacy that most people believe and that is a problem. The lie is that humans use only 10% of the brain. No. That’s not how brains work. We use 100%. And yeah, there was no way I could let that go while watching.

So there’s that. But let’s start again.

Lucy is a rapid fire action picture that pulls you along and doesn’t let you take a breath. That’s good because if you got a chance to think, you’d see it doesn’t make much sense. The engine of the film—her conflict with the drug-dealing Korean mob—ceases to be a conflict before the halfway mark. If she’d spend a few minutes to stop them, they’d be stopped. There is absolutely nothing they could do. But thinking is not something Lucy allows you to do. I can’t recall a faster paced film. We’re in a race car in the middle of a pack and it isn’t stopping. I give Lucy high marks for editing as we whip along so quickly yet nothing seems to be missing.

Director Luc Besson knows how to make clever, fast-paced films. He’s never been terribly original, but he can take well-worn ideas and mix them around with a pulp sensibility to produce something that seems new—for example, The Fifth Element. With Lucy he takes a bit from 2001: A Space Odyssey and so much from Altered States, that it is approaching a remake. He does a bit less with the material than either of those do, but then neither of them had a miniskirted girl blowing away armed henchmen. And that points to the rest of his dept—not counting Michelangelo’s The Creation—being to himself; the first third of Lucy owes much to Besson’s La Femme Nikita (1990) and Leon: The Professional (1994). Yes, before we get cosmic, there’s a lot of shooting.

Scarlett Johansson is an interesting actress whose performances don’t always work. She never seems quite real, which stands out even more in period pieces. But when she can mix an otherworldliness with sexuality, she is unbeatable. I can’t think of anyone else who could have pulled off becoming a goddess nearly so well.

Jun 012014
  June 1, 2014

x_men_days_of_future_pastOnce a metaphor for Blacks in America, and now often seen as a commentary of how the LGBT community is treated, the X-Men have always meant a bit more than other comic book characters.

The X-Men film franchise has, at times, been more successful with its political statements than the comics, but at other times it misses the mark entirely. It seems like it is always about to fall down, but it staggers on. Sometimes it walks proudly for a bit, but then it returns to staggering. X-Men films tend to have glaring flaws, but they avoid the depths to which other superhero franchises have plummeted. None of them are horrible, which is rare for a series, though some are certainly weaker. None of them are even bad (though they’ve pushed that since I first posted this list). At worst, they are fun, if stupid. The best, if not perfect, are some of the best fantasy action films made. So, starting at the bottom:

 

#12. X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019)

Dark Phoneix is empty. It isn’t bad; it’s just tired. It’s as if everyone trudged to work each day, moaning softly and longing for bed. There’s a lot of CGI that’s technically well done, but lacking in imagination, just as the story is lacking in heart. I can’t recall another film that screamed out so loudly that no one wanted to be there. I’m not saying that Dark Phoenix is depressing. There needs to be life for depression. Dark Phoenix doesn’t live. It exists, and there is no sign that anyone who made it cares. This is how a franchise fades away. [Full Review] (Don’t bother watching it)

 

#11. X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

It’s fun, in a cheap Saturday afternoon way. The fights are OK, the character development less so, and the plot limps, but nothing is too troublesome if your expectations are kept low. Hugh Jackman has charisma to burn and can easily front an action picture, even when he isn’t given the help should have been given from the script. It’s over-serious, an issue with many X-Men films, but it is happy to toss out the tone in order to get another big action scene in.

If you’re a comic book purist, this isn’t for you. (Catch it on TV)

 

#10. The Wolverine (2013)

Less cheese than its predecessor, but incredibly forgettable, The Wolverine is an odd combination of two movies that don’t belong together. One is the story of a power struggle in a tradition-bound and crime-connected Japanese family (this could have made a good film sans Western influences), and the other is the tale of an immortal being given the opportunity to die. The second is underdeveloped, but the combat’s pretty good. Again, Jackman is a plus, but it is hard for even him to hold things together in the sections of the film where it clearly should have been a Japanese gangster character and not Wolverine running around. (Catch it on TV)

 

#9. Deadpool 2 (2018)

They killed Vanessa, which rips the heart out of the franchise. Without her, and the romance structure she allowed, the story becomes a typical X-Men film, dwelling on moving on from tragedy and creating a surrogate family, except X-Men films try to say something, and this says nothing. Which leaves the jokes, and there are a lot of great ones, mostly connected to X-Force and Domino. Many of the rest of the gags we’ve seen and heard before and they are less funny the second time around, while T.J. Miller has worn out his welcome entirely. And we spend a lot of time with child abuse and grieving and that leaves less time for humor.

Deadpool 2 isn’t a bad film, but it’s a disappointing one. [Full Review] (Rent it, with a coupon)

 

#8. X-Men: The Last Stand (2006)

It should have been better. The focus on Wolverine is out of place with the two main plots (Jean as the Phoenix and a “cure” for mutations), but then neither plot gets the attention needed. The lack of imagination of the X-Men/Brotherhood stands out. I shouldn’t be able to come up with 6 or 7 better ways to use their powers than they can. It makes for a pretty stupid group of protagonists. Last Stand isn’t a bad movie as much as it is a frustrating one. Important characters get killed for no reason, and sometimes off screen. Other characters make choices that no one would ever make.

And for a series where the fundamental metaphor is the difficulties faced by marginalized groups, it is hard to handle Storm’s speech on being proud of who you are. She’s a privileged goddess. It’s easy to be different when you are more powerful than everyone. Much harder when you can’t have physical contact. Don’t look for insight here. (Rent it)

 

#7. X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

Again, it should have been better. Enjoyable, but really, really dim. With such a stellar cast, this was about as weak a movie as they could have made. The general story is good, if old hat (even the comic book was when I read it 20+ years ago), but the actions of the characters are so mindbogglingly stupid it is hard not to be ripped out of the movie. Hmmm. So, there was no other way that a psychic, a genius with super strength and agility, and an immortal could disrupt a press conference or cancel the sentinel program… Really?

With both the young and old gang all here, it is hard not to have fun if you have any affection for the previous films. The Rogue Cut, available for home viewing though never in the theaters, adds back the cut scene of the mutant Rogue, and is a slightly better film. (Matinee)

 

#6. X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

This is the split between the good films and the ones that scrape by. Apocalypse has far fewer of the flaws of its predecessor, that is, the characters here generally behave in ways that don’t stand out as stupid. Generally. And it does a good job with emotional depth and big action moments.

What’s not so good is its clip-show feeling. Over and over we are shown things we’ve seen before. “Hey, people liked Quicksilver running in slow motion while listening to a tune. Let’s do that again exactly like last time.” We get taken to places solely so we can dwell on how we’ve been there before. We see people we’ve seen before doing things we’ve seen them do before merely so we can remember what we’ve already seen. The worst offense is a trip back to the Weapon X facility to visit Wolverine and Striker. It has no reason to be in the film and stops the story dead.

With all the reminiscing, the main story gets short shrift. We barely learn about Apocalypse, and his “Four Horseman” mainly just hang around.

And if you liked the first movies, too bad. Not only has X-Men 3 been retconned out of existence, but so have all of the Stewart/McKellen films. (Matinee)

 

#5. Logan (2017)

It’s strange to watch a superhero film that isn’t adventure, but instead is a combination of indie drama and ‘50s western. We get themes of aging, parental responsibility, and the pain of everyday life along with the vanishing of the old “gunslinger.” The parts fit a bit uncomfortably together (real life trials of taking care of an elderly parent with dementia don’t go with fantastical views of evil super scientists).

On the plus side, the combat is savage, as it should be, and always has an emotional center. Every slash, gunshot, scream, and death means something. Logan digs into despair, but it earns it. Paradoxically, it is also hopeful.

Logan has something to say, but it isn’t edgy philosophy and the cost to deliver its bleak message is that it isn’t much fun to watch. It is well made, with excellent acting from Jackman, Stewart, and particularly Dafne Keen as the daughter, and it is a good send off for a couple of characters, but I doubt I’ll be watching it again soon. [Full Review] (Matinee)

 

#4. X-Men (2000)

Brian Singer breathed life into the superhero genre with this generally well-rounded flick. Personality is more important than powers (as it should be), with Hugh Jackman and Ian McKellen at the heart of things. The metaphor is strong, the characters matter, and the film never takes itself too seriously while also avoiding the campiness of the later Superman and Batman films. (See it)

 

#3. X2: X-Men United (2003)

It’s 2000’s X-Men, but better.  Everybody is comfortable in their roles, good and evil are properly mixed up, and the FX set pieces are all you could ask for. Everything is a notch up. The Nightcrawler attack is one of the best action moments ever filmed.

What really elevates the film is Magneto. X-Men films work best when he isn’t cast as a pure villain. His views are as valid as Charles’s—just crueler and less naive. I was cheering him on as much as Wolverine or Storm. It’s hard to argue against Mystique’s reason for not hiding how she is different when she so easily could: “Because we shouldn’t have to.” That ambiguity makes X2 much more than a summer action flick. (See it; Own it)

 

#2. Deadpool (2016)

It broke every rule of superhero filmmaking, shredded the genre, and it all works. With a fraction of the budget of other action films, Deadpool delivers laughs and violence. Sure, the snark is fun, but what makes it all work is heart. Deadpool is by far the most romantic X-Men film, and probably the most romantic superhero film. He’s not trying to save the world (we’ve seen that enough); he just wants to get back to his girl. Everything matters because that matters.

The lesson to be learned is that superhero films don’t have to be whiny. They can be fun, and still matter. Unfortunately, the lesson Hollywood seems to have taken is that people like gore so we’ll be getting an R-rated Batman v Superman on video. Oh well. (See it; Own it)

 

#1. X-Men: First Class (2011)

The franchise looked dead after Last Stand, but First Class got it back on its feet. This prequel did the unthinkable: found a superior Professor X and Magneto than Stewart and McKellen. James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender are superb and their characters are compelling. Plus, Keven Bacon is a surprisingly good villain.

The metaphor has never been presented better, but where First Class really sings is in its tone, which perfectly balances action, tragedy, and humor.  (See it; Own it)

May 132014
  May 13, 2014

To distract Eugie from pain, etc., we decided to watch some movies, some mediocre to poor movies.  Why didn’t we choose good movies when we knew beforehand these were not cream?  I ask myself that now.  The films:

I, Frankenstein
Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit
Pompeii
Vampire Academy

So, time to rank films.

1st: Pampeii.
It was silly and cliched, but still fun as only a disaster movie merged with a sword and sandal epic can be. As long as I never tried to think about it, it was a good time. Things blew up, a lot. People got stabbed, a lot. Men flexed, also a lot (oh, so much male flexing). Women stood around and looked pretty.  If a fireball falling on a guy with a raised fist and a sword in his gut sounds like entertainment, you’ve found your film.

2nd: Vampire Academy
OK, if that’s second, things are looking pretty dim for 3rd and 4th. Comparing it to the other magic stories based on young adult books that have been streaming out of late, it is near the top of the heap. Faint praise indeed, but praise.  I wasn’t groaning as I was during the Twilight saga, so…there’s that.

3rd: I, Frankenstein
This is the movie to see if you want to watch Underworld, but think that film is too intellectual and emotional for you. It’s Underworld, but dumber. It does have 90% more CGI. Luckily, I liked Underworld, so I didn’t mind a return to the universe of blue tinting.

4th: Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit
The other three succeeded in reaching their low bar, but Jack Ryan failed to even figure out its bar. Was it an action film or a political thriller? It didn’t know, so it was neither. The 9/11 stuff was out of place. His recruitment was simplistic and empty. And every scene with him and his fiancee fell flat. Which left us with a really laughable evil Soviet plot — that could have worked if the filmmakers had gone arch and put the Russian mastermind in a volcano headquarters and given him a cat to stroke. “No Mr Ryan, I expect you to die.  Throw him in the laser shark tank!” Don’t bother with this one when it comes to free cable. Watch Hunt for Red October or almost any James Bond film instead.

 

 

 

Apr 102014
 
three reels

In a Middle Eastern town, perhaps named Bad City or perhaps not, Arash (Arash Marandi) lives with his junkie father (Marshall Manesh) and works as a handyman, and perhaps middleman drug dealer. The main dealer and pimp (Dominic Rains) is coming down hard on him for his father’s debts, and takes the one thing that he owns, his car. To get it back, Arash steals jewelry from the daughter (Rome Shadanloo) of the rich people he works for. But his plans, as well as those of the pimp, go out the window when he crosses paths with a vampire (Sheila Vand) who prowls the streets at night.

Filmed in California with the characters speaking Farsi, A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night has been called a Noir, feminist, romantic, western, vampire flick, influenced by ‘50s youth cinema and the Iranian New Wave and taking on the systematic inequality of Iranian society, which I find odd as it is not most of those things. Sure, Arash has a James Dean feel about him and the picture does look like the Iranian short films that have been submitted to me over the last decade, but there’s nothing Noir here, and it’s about as unromantic a film as you can get. Also, having oil wells does not make something a western.

While it can stake a claim toward being feminist, I wouldn’t point toward this as an examination of women’s power in Iran. There are essentially 7 characters. Of the 3 women, one is a prostitute (at the bottom rung of society), one is a rich socialite (the most free and happy character in the film), and one is a vampire. Of the males, one is a street urchin (bottom rung), one a junkie (bottom rung), one a poor day laborer (bottom rung) and one a pimp (slightly higher). And that’s pretty much everyone. As that’s all there is to go by, it seems the real power is in the women’s hands. The vampire does have a habit of punishing men who misbehave toward women, but she also murders the homeless, so not even a power-fantasy.

It is accurate to say it’s a vampire movie. Beyond that, it’s really about personal longing and despair. It’s a Bruce Springsteen song brought to life, minus the song. Our main characters are young, with no future. They live in a nowhere town, with nowhere jobs. It’s empty and hopeless. Arash doesn’t know what he wants; he just wants something. The Girl, as that’s the only name the vampire is given, seems to be as lost, although there’s no way to tell if she’s a youth who can’t see any possibilities, or a thousand-year-old who has long since given up. The focus is on their despondency, and on the dreary world they inhabit. And it is empty in multiple ways as the city is nearly devoid of humans. No one walks or drives the streets by day, and by night they belong to The Girl. One could claim that the movie takes place in a post-apocalyptic world, where all but a few have died from an unspecified plague and nothing would contradict that.

All that sounds depressing, and it’s true the film isn’t uplifting or a laugh-fest, but it isn’t a gloomy watching experience either. Partly that’s due to the dream-like feeling of it, but mostly it’s The Girl. A beautiful, never-smiling young woman, in a hip striped shirt and covered with a Chador, stalking the few people that exist or skateboarding down the middle of the road, makes for wonderful images. She’s one of the great vampires, at least in design, and I can see her as the daughter or granddaughter of Lugosi’s Dracula.

It’s good that The Girl is such a powerful sight, and the atmosphere is so strong, as those have to do all the heavy lifting; there is barely a plot and the characters are thinly drawn. Little happens and nothing is settled. A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night doesn’t exist to tell a story, but just to let you feel a nihilistic dream for a while. I’d have liked it to do more, but it’s enough.

Apr 092014
 
one reel

In 1999, a Japanese nuclear reaction accident, tied to the discovery of giant monster fossils in The Philippines, killed nuclear engineer Joe Brody’s (Bryan Cranston) wife. Now, Brody is obsessed with discovering the secret of what really happened, a secret that involves a giant monster known as a MUTO. Brody’s son, Ford (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) gets dragged into his father’s hunt, which puts him in contact with Dr. Serizawa (Ken Watanabe), who has a zealot’s faith that the answer to their giant monster problem is another giant monster, the mysterious Godzilla.

With the many complaints from fans that the 1998 American Godzilla film was not enough like Godzilla, director Gareth Edwards and company wanted to make a movie that was heavily influenced by the Japanese productions. That’s a good thing
 Right?

It is, isn’t it?

Original Godzilla flavor? Isn’t that good?

Sigh.

No, it’s not good.

There’s so much that is fantastic in the old Godzilla tales. The majesty. The fear. The deep themes. The exploration of what it is like to live in the aftermath of nuclear destruction from the only people who know. The complex characters of the 1954 film. The fun adventure of Godzilla verses Mothra. There’s a lot to grab on to. But none of that got pulled into Godzilla 2014. Edwards even made a point of ignoring the first masterpiece. His movie was going to be like the later Godzilla verses X movies.

So, what did influence them? Well, we get monsters that look like they are men in suits. We get superfluous humans characters who have no effect on anything. We spend a lot of time watching them watch screens. The military runs around a lot and shoots at the monsters but it never matters and we know it isn’t going to matter. We get characters making religious speeches or vague statements about Godzilla. We even get a Kenny (a Japanese trope of a small child that we are supposed to think is cute who ends up in the middle of the action).

The older Japanese movies spent a huge amount of time with unimportant human side plots because it was cheap. I have no idea what Edwards’s excuse is. Taylor-Johnson’s Ford Brody is as bland as bland can be. He follows along, always near the action and it is pointless. He doesn’t matter. He’s a void of personality, sucking emotion out of every scene. And there’s a lot of scenes with him. But I was more annoyed at the waste of Ken Watanabe. Maybe he was drunk. He looked it. He stands around and mutters that Godzilla will save us all. No one would listen to someone like that, and while in the film, they do listen, they then ignore him. So why is he in the movie?

“Yes,” You say, “But what about Godzilla? That’s what we are here for.” Well, I’m not. I’m here for a good plot, meaningful themes, and interesting characters. But OK, I’m not getting those, so, what about the monster? Look elsewhere. Godzilla doesn’t get a lot of screen time in this Godzilla movie. You get his back plates. And you get his foot. You get a few rear shots. But full on clear frames of Godzilla? Maybe thirty seconds worth. The rest of the time you get fog and darkness. San Francisco is really foggy. Yes, yes, it is supposed to be dust from the destruction. It doesn’t matter what it is. What it does is hide the fighting monsters. As for the MUTOs, who are also often hidden in fog and darkness, they get a bit more screen time, but then they aren’t worth more time. For the 1970s, they look pretty good, but I can’t think of a modern film that doesn’t have better looking critters.

Godzilla is a case of Hollywood learning the wrong lessons from the past.

It is connected to Kong: Skull Island as well as the still-in-production Godzilla King of the Monsters and King Kong Verses Godzilla.

For my reviews of the Japanese films, go to my Godzilla page.

Feb 272014
 
five reels

Captain America 2

Captain America teams up with Black Widow to uncover a conspiracy at the highest levels of government while also meeting an old friend who’s become a killing machine.

Where Captain America: The First Avenger felt like a 1950s war movie, The Winter Solder feels like a 1970s spy thriller, just with a lot more exploding flying ships. While some MCU films have aimed low and avoided heavier thematic elements, the second solo outing for Captain America goes for broke, and wins. The story is complex, but makes sense and is easy to follow. Steve Rogers goes through substantial changes, and lets us examine the meanings of freedom, safety, and tyranny, though him, and how these three things overlap in uncomfortable ways. The movie does all that while delivering an almost excessive amount of action and slipping into buddy movie mode from time to time. It also introduces a new hero in Falcon, as well as two of the better villains.

I didn’t think Marvel could pull off one good Captain America movie. Two was a shock. It seems, with good writing, clear directing, and the right star, an old fashioned hero can work in his own time, and in our times, commenting on both.

Jan 102014
 
two reels

Hey, remember the unfinished spy stuff from The Amazing Spider-Man? It’s back. And it’s still unfinished as we start off with Ma and Pa Parker trying to make their getaway and failing. Then it’s back to Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) saving New York and whining about relationships and his parents. This time he has two super-villains to fight, Electro (Jamie Foxx) and the Green Goblin (Dane DeHaan), because that hasn’t been done enough times. He’s still seeing Gwen Stacy (Emma Stone), which means he’s seeing her father’s ghost because this film likes being overly literal. And because Raimi’s version had Peter constantly doubting his relationship and breaking up, that’s what he does.

This drab sequel to 2012’s The Amazing Spider-Man gets big points from me because its commercial and critical failure killed the franchise and forced Sony to make a deal with Marvel. But before enjoying the MCU’s version, there’s still this movie to get out of the way.

It seems 30 was the age when Andrew Garfield lost his baby face. Good thing he’s supposed to be playing a high school graduate instead of a high school student, though high school teacher would be more fitting. But that’s just a small problem in a film of problems. It’s an unnecessary sequel to an unnecessary reboot that has the problems of the first, compounded by the Spider-man 3/Batman Returns mistake of shoving in too many villains. At least we don’t get an origin, though the Green Goblin returning is almost as bad.

As bad as whatever the hell Dane DeHaan was doing as undead Harry/Goblin, it is still better than Electro. He is generic, and yet he gets substantial screen time, or maybe it just feels that way. He’s a stereotypical bullied nerd who has an electrical accident and gets electrical powers. That’s it. His lightning blasts look cool, so if we stick to that lowest common denominator, then I suppose the movie isn’t bad. But as he is undeveloped and Green Goblin doesn’t get the time he needs, if you want something more than colored lights, you are out of luck. Peter and Gwen’s story is worse. It’s a romance; they could have followed a template and made it passable. Instead their entire time-consuming relationship is made up of them breaking up and getting back together multiple times. We get nothing else besides a whimpering Peter who can’t deal with seeing ghosts.

Is it worse than its prequel? Perhaps, but that’s a distinction of no importance. Neither is worth seeking out nor worth the bother to avoid should it pop up on TV.

Spider-Man first appeared in the MCU in Captain America: Civil War (2016) and then Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017).

 

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  November 29, 2013
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  November 28, 2013

I don’t think there is a holiday with less to represent it film-wise than Thanksgiving. Arbor Day does better.  It’s not shocking.  It is a holiday with not much of a theme. Sure you can go for the thankful bit, but that can be done better with a Christmas film.  And pilgrims and a  precursor to genocide limits the field. Assuming (as you should) that Miracle on 34th Street be classified as an Xmas flick, you are left with a few very unfunny comedies, and a few far worse dramas. So, I leave you with the only real option: Addams Family Values.  It isn’t a perfect film, and not as good as its predecessor, but it is fun, and witty, and will do the trick.

So Sing along:

Eat us! Hey, its Thanksgiving Day! Eat us, we make a nice buffet! We lost the race with Farmer Ed, eat us ’cause we’re good and dead. White man or red man from east, north or south, chop off our legs, and put ’em in your mouth!