Oct 082000
 
two reels

The anti-Godzilla force, G-Command, has developed a black hole weapon to defeat Godzilla.  However, their first test lets an oversized,  prehistoric dragonfly into our dimension.  Soon, there are thousands of giant insects that want Godzilla’s radioactive blood to feed to their ever growing king.  As the giants fight, Kiriko Tsujimori (Misato Tanaka) and her “G-Grasper” troops try to buy some time for Hajime Kudo (Shosuke Tanihara) to get the black hole weapon working.

There’s Godzilla looking cooler than ever, nice shiny breath-weapon attacks, a giant sinister bug, a military hover plane with plasma cannons, and an ultimate weapon.  That’s what giant monsters flicks are all about.  Godzilla vs. Megaguirus is mild fun for everyone that can suspend disbelief in 50 meter tall creatures, and it doesn’t hurt that it manages to avoid a majority of the problems that plagued the series over the years (though a few are still hanging around).  Still, it never jells, and feels much longer than it’s 100 minutes.

Godzilla vs. Megaguirus eliminates the past, giving a clean start for the big lizard.  Even the original film is ignored.  Yes, Godzilla did attack Tokyo in 1954, as is explained in a series of news clips, but he survived and departed for the deep ocean, where he was not seen again until Japan put a nuclear reactor online in 1966.  It seems he’s drawn to nuclear power, so Japan switched to wind and solar, and moved the capital to Osaka.  In 1996, they tried out “clean” plasma energy, but apparently the gray-green giant likes that too, and cut a swath of destruction on his way to the reactor, countered only by foot soldiers with rocket launchers (gone are the days of laser weapons on trucks).  All of this is great stuff (the recreations of scenes from the 1954 movie with modern effects should leave long-time fans drooling), and sets up Kiriko’s behavior for the rest of the film.  She was a young ranger in ’96, running through the streets with useless weapons, when her commander (and father figure?  Love interest?  It’s vague) was crushed.  Now she’ll do anything to kill the beast.

Unlike the Heisei era films (’84-’95), the characters are well differentiated, and there aren’t too many of them.  And unlike the early Godzilla films, there are no irrelevant subplots dealing with thieves or greedy executives.  This is a movie about a monster and that’s where the focus stays.  This leaves the humans with little to do (there’s got to be a middle ground).  They spend most of their time watching and describing what they see.  I could have a friend sit next to me and do the same thing.

Unfortunately there is a Kenny: a precocious child in inappropriately short shorts that has unbelievable access to government and military leaders and has a connection to the monster(s).  But this Kenny gets less screen time than most, and except for sneaking into a weapons test (Japanese security sucks) and transporting a monster egg to Tokyo, he doesn’t do much.  I’ll have to learn a lot more about Japanese culture to figure out why any Kenny is necessary.

It would be easier to ignore the humans and their mainly exposition-filled conversations if the monster action was first rate.  But all the effort went into our favorite lizard.  The mini-bugs (well, mini from a giant monster perspective) aren’t too bad, but the huge Megaguirus looks exactly like what he is, a puppet on a string.  Except for  a couple of CGI wing-flaps (and those are rare—most of the time the wings are practical, stiff, and hardly moving), Megaguirus could be on stage at a marionette show.  This is one lifeless gnat, which takes the bite, and most of the fun, out of the climactic battle.  If all a film is going to offer is imaginative and exciting monster warfare, than the monsters have to be better than bargain basement.  Godzilla, and the viewers, deserve a better opponent.

Oct 082000
 
two reels

Arrogant scientist Sebastian Caine (Kevin Bacon) injects himself with an invisibility drug.  When he can’t reverse the process, his sanity crumbles while his team, which includes his ex (Elisabeth Shue), search for answers

An updating of the 1931 classic, The Invisible Man, the new version is as predictable as the first.  That’s not a huge problem (as it wasn’t in the original) since the fun is in the invisible action scenes and in the growing madness of the protagonist.  Also like the first, Hollow Man has some humor and a little tragedy as the invisible scientist moves about, but it is in the FX of invisibility that the film excels.  The two transformation scenes, one of a test gorilla regaining visibility and the other of Caine losing it, are spectacular.  We watch as the serum enters the gorilla’s vein and the heart fades in.  Then more blood vessels appear, then bone and muscle.  The film is filled with great FX beyond those two.  As for the characters and story, those work for most of the film.  Bacon has two successful film personas: the pleasant dimwit and the creepy guy.  Here he’s full out “creepy guy.”  There’s something wrong with him at the beginning; by the end, he’s the psycho I always knew Bacon could be.  Shue is miscast as the too nice, too forgiving scientist who goes medieval, but she is a pleasant enough presence.  With all that’s right, its hard to say what blind monkey suggested to director Paul Verhoeven (or perhaps it was to writer Andrew W. Marlowe) that the end should be a series of implausible and clichéd Slasher battles carried out by stupid people.  Let us assume that you know an invisible man whose sanity was questionable when he was visible; what’s more, you have goggles that let you see him.  Would you A. wear the goggles every waking second or B. ignore them and wander about aimlessly?  Guess which one the scientific team chose.  As soon as he disappeared, I would have sent in a rush order for an extra hundred goggles, kept three on me and placed others everywhere I might be in the next week.  The stupidity of the characters does cause a lot of amusing scenes of cobbled-together detection devices (a fire extinguisher, tossed blood), but I can’t watch any of the mayhem without thinking that none of it should be happening.  Add to that the tendency for our heroes to whap inviso-man, assume he’s dead, and then turn their back on him, and we have a dumb group of scientists who have never watched a horror film.  And they needed those horror films because the villain has picked up the Slasher-monster ability to survive anything.  Hit him with a pole, he’s fine.  Set him on fire, no problem.  Blow up the entire floor he’s on, not a scratch.

Even with that ending, I’m forced to defend Hollow Man.  Critics have savaged it because the invisible man likes naked females.  Either these critics are alien eunuchs or just don’t think the desire for nude girls should be in a serious movie.  Well, if the second, they are wrong.  If the first, before I take them to our leader, let me explain: every heterosexual male (not almost every, but every single one of us) has dreamed of being invisible for the sole purpose of standing in the girls’ locker-room.  Before stopping terrorists, getting insider trading info, or sabotaging a football team, we would use this new power to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Ignoring that is much like putting twin beds in 60s sitcom bedrooms—it’s creating a false world.  If it wasn’t on screen, I’d be shaking my head at what was and saying “why’s he doing that when he would be off sneaking in on naked woman?”  You see, there are some powers that everyone would abuse and no one should have.  And that is the heart of the Mad Scientist sub-genre.

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Oct 062000
 
two reels

Danyael (Dave Buzzotta), the half angel child of Valerie from The Prophecy II, is shot and then rises from the dead, stronger, but driven to an unknown goal. The angel Zophael (Vincent Spano) intends to stop him while Gabriel (Christopher Walken), now human, plans to protect him.

Well, I guess that epic, chill-inducing second war in heaven from The Prophecy didn’t really matter.  Instead, we’ve got a new angel, not part of Gabriel’s war, who is going to rise up and become a god (or God) unless Danyael stops him. What happened to the war in heaven? It was still going on in The Prophecy II? Did all those angel just get tired and good home? And if Pyriel is going to be the new god, shouldn’t he be a bit tougher than a half breed?

For most of The Prophecy 3 there is one angel. Not exactly epic. This Zophael has the power of jumping over fencing and confusing people about money. Not exactly the villain that Gabriel was.  But then, this isn’t exactly a good film.

Spano comes off as a cross between a street tough TV cop and a low budget serial killer, but not an other-worldly being. Buzzotta is a rabid Scott Baio (is there anyone, anywhere, to whom that sounds intriguing?) and Kayren Butler plays Maggie as generic girlfriend number seven. Make that stupid generic girlfriend number seven as she drives Zophael to stop her boyfriend after he gives her his persuasive speech that the attendees of an insane fanatics convention would find over the top. I suppose she could be said to be under angelic influence (though it doesn’t play that way), but when she decides not to help, why doesn’t she just slow down the truck instead of speeding along after poor old Danyael?

Unlike the previous films, there’s no humor. There is a minimal attempt, by repeating gags from the other films (such as the angel not knowing how to drive), but they aren’t funny anymore. Jokes don’t work well the second time around, and Spano doesn’t have Walken’s delivery.

As for Walken, who was the saving grace of the previous film, he’s barely in this one. I’m guessing they had him on set for two or three days, tops. No longer the powerful adversary, he’s now a poorly-dressed man with bad hair extensions.

When it isn’t one long chase, The Prophecy 3 is a tiring explanation of the previous films. There’s multiple, long, unnecessary (as who is watching this who skipped the first two?), and awkward exposition scenes, with Zophael chatting to Gabriel, and the coroner chatting to the girlfriend.

If I pretend that this has nothing to do with The Prophecy, then it is just barely watchable. The perching is still a sight and the androgynous Pyriel (Scott Cleverdon) cuts quite a figure. He oozes evil. It’s not much, but it’s enough to stop me from switching channels, provided nothing interesting is on.

Oct 052000
 
toxic

Corrupt cop Joseph Thorne (Craig Sheffer) investigates a series of murders that seem to be connected to him.  Soon, he is seeing monsters and it is no longer clear what is real.

Quick Review: Hellraiser V? Pin Head has less then five minutes of screen time and could easily have been pulled from this film that has none of the mythology, none of the themes, and none of the virtues of the first two films. The main character is a thoroughly unlikable man who takes drugs, cheats on his wife, and beats suspects. Now a film doesn’t have to have a likable protagonist, but if it doesn’t, it needs to give me some reason to follow the character. Hellraiser: Inferno gives me nothing. Not that there is anything to follow as the events in this film are random. Joseph goes here, sees some demonic images, and then goes somewhere else. It plays out like a bad mystery, but there is no mystery (and I’m not saying it’s easy to figure out; there literally is no mystery as nothing actually happens). Yes, we’ve got a cheap plot cheat here. It’s not quite as bad as it all being a dream, but it’s close. It is a low-rent version of Jacobs Ladder, not exactly a stellar film either, but if you need to see a version of this story, see Jacobs Ladder. Clive Barker has labeled this movie “an abomination” and I have no reason to disagree.

The other films in the series are: Hellraiser, Hellbound: Hellraiser II, Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth, Hellraiser: Bloodline, Hellraiser: Hellseeker, Hellraiser: Deader, Hellraiser: Hellworld.

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Oct 052000
 
two reels

Two escaped convicts and a group of yakuza with a female prisoner meet in the woods.  Bickering results in the death of the leader of the yakuza, but unknown to them, this is the Forest of Resurrection, and the dead man rises as a zombie.  Soon, zombies are everywhere and everyone is fighting to survive as the yakuza wait for their mysterious boss, who set up the meeting and has plans for one of the prisoners.

So, what do you get if a seriously drunken John Woo takes on the job of remaking Night of the Living Dead, with a cast that includes The Three Stooges, but halfway through, the studio tells him to change it to a remake of Highlander?  You get Versus, a frenetic, campy, gore fest of gangsters, samurais, zombies, magicians, and government agents.  Sounds complicated?  Well, it’s not.  Here’s the plot: guys try to kill others guys and zombies while girl complains about killings.  That’s it.  There are a few moments given over to exposition, stating that in the woods there’s a gate to some other world and one of the guys wants someone else’s blood to open the gate, but the gate and its destination aren’t defined.

So, we start off with an hour of Hong Kong style gun play, where people jump and shoot, shoot two handed, shoot in slow motion, and have Mexican standoffs before shooting.  It’s pretty cool for ten minutes.  It’s not bad for twenty.  But eventually, I was looking at the clock wondering if anything besides shooting was going to happen.  It’s a good thing I wasn’t waiting for character development.  There are three personality traits in the movie: serious while killing, silly while killing, object to killing—and only the girl has the third.  I’ve been calling them “guys” and “the girl” because they aren’t even given names.

At the halfway mark, the killing slows since all the regular zombies are gone.  Now it’s the “cool” guy with a coat who’s traveling with the girl, versus the boss yakuza and his undead aids who don’t move like zombies.  Of course, they still shoot at each other, but they also use swords.  Since there are fewer bodies to be blown away, there’s more time for slow motion attacks and posing (though there was plenty of posing in the first half).  Plus, now we get to sit and watch the two opponents stare as the camera travels around and around and around them.

Humor is a problem all the way through.  There are many attempts, most of which are nothing more than extreme overacting (a guy screaming as he throws his arms around over his head).  It never reaches the sophistication of The Three Stooges, nor is it as funny (so if you dislike The Stooges, this is going to be unpleasant).

While none of the characters manage “cool,” they try for it constantly, flipping long leather coats, putting on sunglasses dramatically, and otherwise looking like they’ve studied male modeling at an incompetent mail order school.  But even if they could pull off the look, it wouldn’t have worked.  To paraphrase a short evil dude, “when everyone is cool, no one is.”

Versus isn’t a bad time, but it isn’t really a movie either.  It’s more like the dailies from the violent shooting days for a movie.  Now they have to shoot the rest of the film and edit it together.

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Oct 052000
 
two reels

A small town in Japan is thrown into chaos by spirals.  Some people become obsessed with them, watching them until they find a suitable, spiral-related way to commit suicide.  Others seek to destroy anything connected to spirals, while still others begin to physically change into spiral shapes.  Kirie Goshima (Eriko Hatsune), a girl at the local high school, is frightened, but doesn’t know what to do.  Her boyfriend, Shuichi Saito (Fhi Fan), whose father was one of the first to be affected, says the town is cursed and they must leave to survive.

I often complain that a majority of films are doing nothing new, that they lack originality.  Well, here’s a movie that is like no other.  It is completely original.  However, discarding plot, theme, and sense wasn’t what I had in mind.  Uzumaki is a drug trip without the need for drugs.  To say that it is weird is an understatement.

You may note that my synopses above doesn’t say what the characters do, only what is done to them.  That’s because they don’t do anything.  There are no protagonists.  Kirie and Shuichi exist in the story; they do not move it along.  Kirie, a weak and completely useless girl, does occasionally faint, but I hesitate to call that an action.  Shuichi seems on the verge of doing something for much of the picture, but then he doesn’t.

So, what does happen?  People watch spirals.  People make spirals.  People turn into giant snails.  Why?  Who knows.  A reporter, who almost does things, starts to dig into the past, but it doesn’t lead to anything.  No answers are given.  The story is being told by Kirie, but there’s no way to even guess where she is, or who she’s with.

However, for being incoherent, it isn’t bad.  It has a tone (also inconsistent), that is somewhere between camp and creepy.  The manga (Japanese graphic novel) that the film is based on goes for frights, but the film is more interested in mild tension.  For the first half, with the wild expressions and general overacting of the actors, and the deep evil just being spirals, I felt I was watching a horror film made for young children.  I changed my mind once someone cut off the skin on their fingers (fingerprints have spirals in them).  The gore is brief, as are most of the unsettling, but enjoyable deaths.  Many of the transformation are amusing.  Who doesn’t want to see a giant snail-man?

It isn’t uncommon in Japanese horror, particularly since the success of Ringu, to leave the viewer without an explanation.  Why does the evil exist?  How did it come into being?  What are the rules?  These questions are often brushed aside in favor of atmosphere.  And that works in films like Ju-on, but here, with less to shock, it doesn’t.  Perhaps if the characters had been more engaging I could have been pulled into the story to feel the uncertainty that they did.  Instead, I wanted some kind of answer and some kind of conclusion, and got neither.

Oct 052000
 
two reels

An ex-mental patient (Jeffrey Donovan) takes a writer (Stephen Barker Turner), his pregnant co-writer (Tristine Skyler), a Wiccain (Erica Leerhsen), and a goth chick (Kim Director) on a tour of Blair Witch sites.  After a drunken night camping in the woods, they awaken to find their cameras and notes destroyed, and the pregnant woman has had a miscarriage.  They hope that the videotapes of the night’s events will show them what happened, but instead, the images only confuse matters.

Ripped apart by almost every critic and a majority of fans, Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2 was mainly attacked for not being The Blair Witch Project.  People flocked to this film, expecting to see another group of under-trained actors wander through the woods making a mock-documentary, and when that didn’t pop up on screen, screamed bloody murder, and then no one else went.  Why people so wanted a repeat of the first film is one of those mysteries I’ll never understand.  Hey, if you liked the first one, go watch it.

This sequel tries to be something else, and while it isn’t successful, I’ll give it points for the attempt.  The world of Book of Shadows is our world, where the first film was a huge hit, the naive were fooled into thinking that something scary actually happened, and lowlifes make substantial bucks from selling Blair Witch memorabilia.  The film starts as  a documentary on how the hype affected a small town that needs some chlorine in its gene pool.  That’s good stuff, but thankfully short as five minutes covers anything interesting.

Things then switch to 35mm film.  Yes, this is a professional movie, with a paid crew and SAG actors.  If you wanted shaky DV shots, get over it.  Forget the first film and take this for what it is.

The setup is slow, but the characters are engaging enough to keep me with them.  They appear at first to be stereotypes, but end up as complicated personalities.  Erica Leerhsen and Kim Director standout, but all the lead actors excel.  The same cannot be said for the supporting players.  The worst is Lanny Flaherty, but it is hard to blame him when he was given the poorly written, one-dimensional Sheriff role.

The basic concept of Book of Shadows is an excellent one.  It’s a mystery, where something horrible happened in the night, and the answer is somewhere on a group of tapes.  But each time something is found, things become more confused.  That’s the stuff of great thrillers and horror films.  Plus, it is an amusing comment on the first film as it becomes clear that you can’t trust what you see on video.

But, all is not well.  There are way too many dreams and visions, with several repeating over and over.  Yes, someone was knifed in the stomach and someone else was tied up; I got it the first ten times.  Most of these shouldn’t have been shown at all as they give away the ending.  Ten minutes of hallucinations should have been cut.  There’s also needless flashbacks.  Multiple times, we’re shown one character in an asylum, but it leads to nothing.

And I think an investigation is needed to look at not only this small town’s police work, but also its medical care.  After a miscarriage that involved massive blood loss, the hospital releases the patient.  I don’t think so.

Much of the dialog feels like it was written for a previous incarnation of the script, where the main characters were old friends.  They are often too familiar with each other, at least when they aren’t having unnecessary dreams of having sex or slashing open each other’s abdomens.

The real failing comes from following the first film’s lead.  Once again, there is no resolution.  People come.  Bad things happen.  The end.  A lot of whys and wherefores would have been out of place, but some explanations, some closure, some meaning, would have been nice.  Nothing the heroes did in the film made any difference, so what was the point of watching them do things?

Director Joe Berlinger is primarily known for his documentary films Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills and Revelations: Paradise Lost 2.  These films explored the conviction of two goth teens for murder in a small town in Arkansas, where fear of strange kids and Satanists had more to do with them being put away than any evidence.  Book of Shadows, with its pleasant, thoughtful goth, good natured Wiccan, mindless and violent small town population, and simpleminded sheriff, touches on the same themes as the documentaries.  That makes it even more disappointing that the film falls short of what it could have been.

Oh, and there is no Book of Shadows in the picture.

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Oct 032000
 
three reels

Goth teens Brigitte (Emily Perkins) and Ginger (Katherine Isabelle) have sworn an oath to always be together.  They also will do anything to be different.  On the night that Ginger begins to menstruate, she is bitten by an oversized wolf.  As Ginger becomes sexual, violent, and irrational, Bridget works with the local drug dealer (Kris Lemche) to find a cure, and their mother (Mimi Rogers) gives them advice about becoming a woman.

Part of the new, post-modern horror movement where everyone knows the old films, Ginger Snaps, is a clever werewolf picture that never works out what it wants to be.  At its best, it is a dark, twisted comedic take on female adolescence.  At times, it’s an emotional drama on the pain of dealing with an abusive loved one, and it ends as a standard run-from-the-monster horror flick.

The werewolf-puberty metaphors are frequent and obvious.  There’s blood flow, hair growth, irritability, new desires, new acquaintances, changed appearance, sexually transmitted diseases, and social pressures, although they skip moon cycles being relevant.  These would be annoying if conveyed with great importance, but Ginger Snaps plays them out with a glee that made me think of Heathers.  Sure, this sounds like a female movie, and it is, but males shouldn’t avoid it just because it mentions menstruation (hey, it does it with a monster ripping out people’s throats, so relax).

For a low budget film, the production values are high and the direction is good.  Isabelle  and Perkins are flawless, both with the dry humor and in the deeper, emotional moments.  It’s surprising that Isabelle is so accomplished at her young age, and even more astounding that the older Perkins is believable as a character close to eight years her junior.  Mimi Rogers gives a nicely quirky performance, and Kris Lemche is sympathetic as a good-natured and intelligent drug dealer.

One of the best modern werewolf films (not that the competition is all that fierce), Ginger Snaps’s main flaw is failing to merge its divergent parts.  Plot problems, like everyone knowing about a killer beast, but no one actually doing anything about it, the absence of police, the disappearance of the parents, and the blatant and unlocked drug greenhouse, are not problems for a black comedy, but damaging for heartfelt drama or horror.  The film can’t hold any kind of tone.  You get very serious emotions from Bridget, and then the mom is talking about burning down the house and how it will be fun to be “just girls.”  The horror segment, which is the last twenty minutes, has the biggest problems, as not only has it been done many times before (hero, caught in a house, chased by a monster), but up till then, there’s been nothing even attempting to be scary.  There’s been no buildup for a fright fest.

Enough good parts, and witty dialog make Ginger Snaps enjoyable.  It could easily have been better, but they fell into the trap of making their innovative film take the customary path.

It is followed by Ginger Snaps: Unleashed and Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning.

Oct 022000
 
two reels

Adam Gibson (Arnold Schwarzenegger), a helicopter charter pilot, skips out of work on the day he was supposed to fly powerful businessman Michael Drucker (Tony Goldwyn) to the mountains, letting his partner take his place. Later, his partner doesn’t show up at a bar and when Adam arrives home, he finds a clone of himself already there and a group of assassins trying to kill him, led by Robert Marshall (Michael Rooker). While cloning pets is common, cloning humans is illegal, so Adam knows he’s in the middle of a conspiracy to cover up a mistake in the labs of geneticist Dr. Griffin Weir (Robert Duvall).

A retread of the superior Total Recall, Arnold is once again an average family man (with huge biceps and a thick accent—you know, the guy next door) who ends up in the middle of a secret plot that causes identify confusion. But this time, the question is, which Adam is the real Adam and which is the clone?  Since it turns out not to matter, it’s annoying that the film spends so much time worrying about it.

Arnold can do the guns and fists action in his sleep, and even with the pedestrian directing of Roger Spottiswoode, who thinks random slow motion and warped screen flashbacks are the height of excitement (they’re not), Arnold delivers. He’s not so capable in the happy family scenes which are painful to watch.

Thematically, The 6th Day is a mess. Sounding more like a traveling preacher, it states, over and over, that cloning is bad. Why is cloning bad? Because it is. Bad people do cloning, and it’s bad. Are you getting the idea that cloning is bad yet? Problematically, the film shows the opposite. Apparently the future world is being fed due to cloning (I have doubts on how that worked). Their cloning technique is perfect (as long as Arnold doesn’t blow up the lab while a clone is being grown), so no problems there.  And souls aren’t an issue either as the film makes it clear that cloned Arnold is every bit as human as original Arnold. So, why is cloning bad? I haven’t a clue, but like that threadbare evangelist, it keeps saying the same thing.

The film runs too long, adding in an unnecessary and uninteresting side story about Dr. Griffin’s motivation for cloning and his sick wife. I suppose they paid for Duvall and then figured they should do something with him. A bit of judicious editing would do wonders.

The villains are all acceptable, but look pale next to past foes Arnold has defeated. There’s enough mild humor for the genre and plenty of gadgets for the background (although many, like the doll with real hair, feel like they were taken from an early draft of Total Recall).

Don’t expect more than a mediocre Arnold shoot-’em-up and you’ll be satisfied with The 6th Day.

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Nov 231999
 
two reels

Here is the beginning of a backstory we never asked for and never should have been given. Even good movies detailing Darth Vader’s history would have damaged the character and the original films, and these were not good movies. What is good about this entry? It is a very pretty film with great art design and costume design. And Ewan McGregor does the best job of acting of anyone in the first six films. The score is excellent and there’s one good lightsaber fight.

The bad? Everything else. The Jedi are idiots for no reason, with Qui-Gon Jinn being the icon for stupidity. He’s never right. No one besides McGregor can act, with Natalie Portman particularly bad. Then there’s Antisemitism, racist Asian characters, young Anakin, Shmi, immaculate conception, and the never-ending pod race. Even things that at first seem like they will be good are a mess. Darth Maul seemed “cool,” at least in the advertising, but in the actual movie, he is a void. He is given no personality at all. He is just some guy with a different kind of lightsaber. That’s his character. And of course, there’s Jar-Jar, who is not funny nor dramatic nor interesting. The general defense is that he’s “For the children,” but that’s insulting to children.

 

Oct 111999
 
two reels

Blue collar everyman Tom Witzky (Kevin Bacon) is hypnotized at a party by his sister-in-law, opening up his ability to see ghosts.  One ghost in particular, that of a missing girl who has been talking to Tom’s son for some time, has something she wants him to do.  He just doesn’t know what.

Quick Review: I feel sorry for everyone connected with Stir of Echoes.  They made a little ghost story involving marital problems and a child who sees dead people and released it at the same time as The Sixth Sense; timing is everything.  While not up to the level of its competition, Stir of Echoes is an atmospheric horror story with a reasonably engaging plot.  Bacon does a nice job as a man slowly losing his mind.  But the whole thing is too predictable (we’re in standard ghost story territory here) and the only question is how will Tom’s spiritually aware son play into the plot.  Answer: he won’t.  It turns out the kid and his ghostly sight could be removed from the picture without altering a thing.  Swiping from other films doesn’t help, with a whole digging section feeling like a rewrite of the famed Close Encounters of the Third Kind scene.  The middle of the picture drags, with the characters ignoring obvious moves (why doesn’t Tom ask his kid to clarify what the ghost wants?).  But the biggest problem comes from the wife, who argues over and over with Tom after she has plenty of evidence that it’s not all in his head.  The viewer knows that there’s ghostly activity, so the wife’s diatribes get old fast.  At half the length, this might have been a first rate, if uninspired, re-telling of the standard ghost story.  As is, it’s OK to catch on the late show.

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Oct 111999
 
five reels

Emotionally broken, child psychologist, Malcolm Crow (Bruce Willis) attempts to help disturbed Cole Sear (Haley Joel Osment), who is showing symptoms much like those of his greatest failure.  Malcolm is shaken when it turns out Cole’s problem is that he sees ghosts all around him.

Quick Review: If you haven’t seen this, and avoided hearing the spoilers, then go buy it and watch it now.  I’ll wait.

This is the best ghost story since The Uninvited.  The much talked about ending is brilliant filmmaking, but what makes The Six Sense tower above director M. Night Shyamalan’s other twist-ending films is that it is a good story without the twist.  I worked out what was going to happen very early in my first viewing, but was so rapped up in the execution of the story that I forgot it, and was as surprised as everyone else.  There’s no mistakes, no down side.  Bruce Willis and Toni Collette are flawless as the depressed healer and the troubled boy’s mother.  As for Haley Joel Osment, it was obvious that this was the beginning of a career of incredible work—which shows that you should never believe the obvious.  OK, the boy actor has done little of value since, and Shyamalan has made several of the worst films of recent years, but in 1999 they were fresh and clever and made one of the great all time movies.

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