May 231973
 
toxic

The follow up, Godzilla vs. Megalon vies with Godzilla ‘s Revenge for the title of worst Godzilla film. The aliens aren’t from outer space, but from under the ground. Upset with nuclear testing, they do a little dance, and send their giant bug, Megalon to destroy Japan (those Japanese and their nuclear bombs; when will they learn?). His teammate is Gigon, the turkey buzzsaw. Seems the subterranean dwellers keep the space cockroaches on speed dial in case they ever need to borrow a cup of monster. Godzilla pairs up with a TV show rip-off robot that can communicate with the big lizard using flamboyant sign language (must be a class on that at Monster U). The robot can grow to giant size due to his survival programming (a fact unknown to its creator). Handy.

Cheap even by the standards of 70s Godzilla films, Godzilla vs. Megalon has few sets and fewer people; two adults and one “Kenny” (annoying young boy in oddly tight pants). The project comes across as a pilot for a horrendous kids robot series.

Feb 281973
 
two reels
Yarasa adam - Bedmen (1973)

There’s an evil, cat-petting villain in town. His plan: to insure the fashion icons around the city, and then kill them. Turkish Commissioner Gordon contacts playboy, crime-fighter, and mercenary, Turkish Batman (Levent Cakir) to save the day. The costumed superhero, along with his ward, Robin (Huseyin Sayar) set out to track down the evil-doers, and also pick up some hot women.

That music seems to work to start things off. It sounds a little like
 Ummm. That’s the theme from On Her Majesty’s Secret Service
 Hey. Wait a minute. I am beginning to doubt the legitimacy of this film.

So, a slight diversion. Mainstream Hollywood films have regularly been plundered by low budget foreign filmmakers who were less likely to get sued thea locals. In the ‘60s, ‘70s, and ‘80s, Turkey was at the forefront of science fiction and superhero “unofficial” flicks. They had Captain America, Spiderman, Batgirl, and several Superman films, and they had this one. Since they already were ignoring trademarks and copyrights, there was no reason not to go whole hog. Turkish Batman isn’t just swiping from DC comics and Warner Brothers. When Turkish Batman gets his mission, it is via a taped message and 8x10s, straight out of Mission Impossible. The villain of the piece is a Blofeld copy. And the music will all sound familiar. Multiple themes from James Bond, The Saint, and I Spy show up and many others I couldn’t immediately place. Swing, jazz, and rock hits also make the soundtrack, and I can promise you, no one paid licensing fees, though in those cases, they didn’t always take the best known version. That sent me looking for a really nice flute-fronted version of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love that backed one of the best fight scenes. (It’s by CCS; thank you YouTube)

OK, so Turkish Batman steals a lot and has some good music, but how is it? Well, surprisingly entertaining, but probably not for everyone. While its existence is owed to the ’66 TV show, it doesn’t follow its quirky lead, but instead gets its marching orders from the old ‘40s serials. Yes, it’s silly, but it doesn’t admit it. And it is a lot darker than any Dark Knight has ever been on US screens.

bedmen-yarasa-adamSo, if you watch a Batman movie and say, “That’s all well and good, but where are the strippers and why doesn’t Batman shoot anyone in the face?” then you’ve found your film. All the Turkish rip-off films focus on old-school, manly-men and hot women and this film leans into that strongly. Hitting women? Sure. Killing villains? Absolutely. I know very little of Turkish culture, so I can only speculate on if they thought of superheros as adult entertainment, or if they are more laid back about breasts and blood for kids.

Our mercenary heroes (hey, it takes money to keep up that playboy lifestyle) are a fliptastic duo. They fight better after doing a cartwheel and at least Huseyin Sayar (that’s Robin) is a skilled gymnast. They first put on their costumes for a bit of sparring and flip training. And what goes best after a good workout? Strippers of course. Batman takes “young” Robin to a jazz club where we spend several minutes watching a very talented young lady, and no matter how much I liked that, Robin liked it more. That was one appreciative sidekick. By the way, where are these strip clubs with full jazz bands on stage next to the strippers? In Turkey I suppose, but we need to get some of those.

But naked babes aren’t just for the stage as Batman picks up girl after girl for a quick tryst. Hey, you’ve got to play both costumed crime-fighter and wild, rich guy, and this Batman is happy to intertwine the two. He takes off his mask as quickly as the girls he saves take off their tops. Most of them end up dead, so maybe Batman needed to focus more.

Both he and Robin also take off their capes before each fight; they were way ahead of The Incredible.

Of course the main course here is beating up criminals and there’s a lot of it. You are never more than a few minutes away from a fight. With so much punching, I noticed quickly that all the punches sound exactly the same, but that happened on a lot of the old serials.

This is a hard film to rate. There are a lot of issues with acting, editing, shooting, and plot. But it is also a must see. Turkish Batman must be experienced by every superhero fan at least once.

Feb 181973
 
one reel
boywhocried

Divorced and exceptionally drab Robert Bridgestone (Kirwin Mathews) gets a weekend with his thirteen-going-on-six-year-old son, Richie (Scott Sealey) in a forest cabin. Their timing is bad when a passing werewolf starts shaking Richie; why is he shaking Richie? Dad intervenes which results in a dead werewolf and a bitten father. Dad never noticed that it was a werewolf but Richie insists on telling everyone, and jumping up and down and acting out the killing, because he’s a rotten kid, so a psychologist recommends taking the kid back to the woods because
  Plot? And wouldn’t you know they wait just long enough for another full moon. Oh, and there’s hippies because it is 1973.

While the title suggests a horror comedy, the only comedy is unintentional, but there is unfortunately a lot of it. This movie is in deadly earnest in the worst way.

It is hard to imagine that The Boy Who Cried Werewolf got a theatrical release. It has the look of a made-for-TV cheepie. There are few characters and fewer sets and it is clear reshoots were not in the budget. Nor were acting lessons for the kid. Although he’s not much worse than Mathews or Elaine Devry as the underwritten ex-wife or Robert J. Wilke as the sheriff whose personality changes with each scene.

No money was available for the script either. Things just happen. The divorced wife who shows no sign of interest in her ex just suddenly says, “Hey, let’s get back together.” Dad only plans weekends at the cabin during full moons. Night and day shift randomly, or dad loves taking his kid out for midnight fishing trips. The psychologist believes in werewolves enough to pressure dad, but not enough to avoid hanging with him during a full moon. Two vehicles crash when our werewolf steps onto a mountain road, even though the drivers have plenty of time to slow down or swerve out of the way. And being physically incapable of breaching a drawn prentagram is not the sort of thing anyone discusses after the fact.

The make-up is also cheap, resembling a Halloween mask, but most werewolf movies that don’t include Lon Chaney Jr. have sad makeup, so I don’t hold that against the film. I am not that generous with Richie, who is more or less the lead. There needs to be someone likable in order to care about what is happening. For the most past I didn’t care about these folks, but in the case of Richie, I really wanted the werewolf to eat him. Then this might have been passable entertainment. Though I must say, the ending is pretty funny. It isn’t supposed to be, but it is.

Kirwin Mathews is best known as the really white guy pretending to be an Arab in The 7th Voyage of Sinbad.

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Oct 061972
 

Emma (1967) two reels
Emma (BBC – 1972) two reels
Emma (1996) three reels
Emma (A&E – 1996) 3,5 reels
Emma (2020) five reels
Clueless (1995) five reels

Emma Woodhouse, a child of privilege, is so proud of her successful matchmaking of her ex-nanny to respectable Mr. Weston, and lonely without her company, that she sets out to find a new friend, and seek a match for her. She adopts Harriet Smith, a girl of lesser birth, as her next project, and chooses for her the parson, Mr. Elton, ignoring the girl’s interest in a simple farmer. This infuriates Mr. Knightley, an old and close friend of the family and the lord of the manor. In tutoring Harriet on the fine arts of high society, Emma and Harriet frequently go on visits to the poor and infirm, often encountering Miss Bates, a nearly senile old maid whose beautiful and accomplished, but overly secretive niece, Jane Fairfax, comes to stay with her. With her plans going less than smoothly, Emma is distracted by the arrival of Frank Churchill, a charming man who immediately shows an interest in her. It is just a matter of time before relationships are formed, secrets are revealed, and even Emma’s hypochondriac father is as contented as he can be.

There is a similarity between all the stories of Jane Austen. Narrowing our focus, both Emma and Pride and Prejudice follow a strong-willed, witty, single, young woman dealing with questions of marriage and social position Her world is that of the lesser rich, wealthy, and obscenely opulent; even those who are greeted with sympathy for their humble state have servants. The most powerful man in the area is romantically interested in her, but prejudices, pride, and misunderstandings stand in the way of a happy resolution. She must also deal with an absurd parent and the advances of an inappropriate suitor. Then a tall, dark, and handsome stranger comes to town, a man that is not what he appears to be and has a number of secrets. He befriends our heroine, much to the distress of the lord of the manor. The details of who will marry whom are worked out at a series of dinner parties, dances, carriage rides, and daytime visits, with very little passion and absolutely no eroticism. Certainly the two works have major differences, but they have more in common than not.

The largest difference is in tone. Pride and Prejudice is a cross between a romantic drama and a satiric comedy (as is Sense and Sensibility though perhaps “dramady” is a better word in that case). Emma is satire first, comedy second, with romance being a very distant third. It reveals an idle and self-absorbed upper class where the greatest tragedy is not being asked to dance, and society is structured to give women no choices and men few, and almost no one can see that the world needs to change. The workers go completely unnoticed and must slavishly answer to the whim of people who are incapable of taking care of themselves. While Pride and Prejudice has a few farcical characters for comic relief, everyone in Emma is ludicrous to some degree. For some it is shown in everything they say or do; Emma’s father bemoans the poor state of anyone getting married or having a baby as it is bound to give them a severe chill. For others, like Emma herself, it is most evident in an over inflated manor of speaking. It is hard to find a line that isn’t ironic. This makes Emma a much lighter viewing experience.

The trick with any adaptation is to make the humor shine, and to make Emma likable. The first can be difficult because there is plenty of droll dialog, but little that’s laugh-out-loud funny. The second is even harder due to Emma’s numerous flaws. Austen thought that no one would like Emma except Austen herself. After all, the character is vain, prejudiced, simplistic, domineering, shortsighted, and a busybody on a massive scale. But then everyone in the story shares at least one of those traits, and often to a much greater degree. Do you have to like Emma to like the story? Yes, but that doesn’t mean she as to become a good person. You can like her because she would never purposely harm anyone, or you can just find her so compelling that you’d happily bring the shovel to bury the bodies.

There is also the issue that most of the adaptations want Emma to be more of a romance than it is. This requires a bit of work. New scenes and lines could be added, but thankfully it’s generally realized that you shouldn’t mess with Jane Austen that much. So it is a matter of how lines are delivered, how scenes are shot, how the actors gaze at each other, how the lighting strikes them, and often, how they dance.


Emma (1967) – Lola Cardona/Arturo LĂłpez

As Jane Austen’s works are so very English, it is odd to start with a Spanish take on the material. But, while there were multiple earlier TV adaptations of Emma, both British and American, none are available or even still exist, making this Spanish-language miniseries the earliest version that exists.

This one gains little from the format as each of the five episodes is only 27 minutes long, so the whole is less than an half an hour longer than the theatrical versions. That means a good deal of cutting was necessary. The Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax subplot is sliced to the bone, but then everything is simplified. There are a lot of “As you know Bob” sentences, both in who everyone is, and what they want done. “Mr. Knghtley is like family so comes over often as his brother is married to your elder daughter.” Emma’s friendship with Harriet has nothing to do with her own loneliness, but is solely about getting her married to Mr. Elton, and all of their early conversations are related to that. Nor is anything implied—it’s stated. Everything happens quickly, clearly (too clearly), and on top of each other.

They also happen in only a few locations. Money is limited, so Hartfield has one room. Randalls similarly contains only one room, and it looks like the same room, redressed. There are no carriages, so the famous Elton and Emma carriage scene takes place at Randalls. The streets are very simple sets that have little resemblance to anything outdoors. It looks very much like a stage performance.

The title character is beautiful and in many ways softened, while simultaneously being the most imperial of any adaptation; I wonder if Gwyneth Paltrow studied her. Her first sighting of Harriet is particularly noteworthy as it would not need to be altered for a vampire film, with her predatory smile and absolute command. More often I think of Emma as pleasantly manipulating; Here she is more forceful.

The rest of the cast is passable if little more. This is, perhaps, the prettiest Mrs. Elton, more so than Jane Fairfax, which I don’t think is fitting. Harriet is perpetually moping, which is an odd choice.

For the romance of Emma and Mr. Knightley, they have de-aged him 4 years, and while not aging-up Emma in the script, the actress is a full decade older than the character. Mr. Knightley is also very mellow in his objections to Emma’s behavior, and while everyone talks about how they argue, we see less of it, mostly with Emma being the more forceful one. This is the most amiable Mr. Knightley of any version. While he doesn’t strike me as a romantic figure, he is kind and gentle, with little of the righteousness that so often makes him hard to handle.

But any pluses are countered by the cheapness of the production, some bland or out of place acting, and the edits. With so many better options, I can recommend this one only as a curiosity.


Emma (BBC – 1972) – Doran Godwin/John Carson

The earliest English-language version you are likely to find, the 1972 BBC Emma is a 6-part miniseries running 240 minutes. It was for many years the choice of your average Janeite (devoted fans of Jane Austen’s writings who tend to have little patience with changes to their beloved author’s works) since it sticks closely to the book, cutting little. With so much time to work with, character relationships are clearer than in the later versions and plot points that can be foggy in shorter adaptations are explained, sometimes repeatedly. For anyone studying the story, this is a huge advantage, but for simple entertaining viewing, it can be tedious. Multiple times, I found that the scene I’d just watched could have been removed with no loss of information or emotion. Some of the jokes are run into the ground. Mr. Woodhouse’s incessant harping on drafts and disease was amusing for a time, but long before the end I was praying for one of the often mentioned viruses to finish him off. Likewise, Miss Bates’ prattle crosses the line between fun and annoying. The filmmakers showed more concern with matching the book than for what works best on the screen.

Emma ’72 is more successful as satire. It is clear from the first moment that there is something odd about these people. Everyone speaks their lines in a staccato fashion, making it all feel unreal. These aren’t actual people, but the representations of the silly qualities of people. That makes it almost drama-free, but also the least charming of the available Emmas.

Class distinctions are highly visible, with great deference given to those of higher station. The common rich folk display bizarre levels of joy whenever Emma deems to grace them with a word. Mrs. Elton’s greatest sin (and she has many) is here seen to be not keeping to her place in society.

Is Emma likable? More or less, particularly in the beginning, although my affection for her wavered as I got deeper into the series. Her questionable behavior is explained by her place in society. Since the rich and mighty are always silly, and no one but Mr. Knightly has ever been in a position to correct her, it is no surprise that she would have some faulty views on how to carry out her good deeds. Plus, since it is all artificial, it is hard to feel that she is ever hurting anyone, or that she herself has any human feelings of any kind.

Doran Godwin is an amicable Emma, though some of her facial movements, particularly with her eyebrows, are difficult to interpret. It is almost as if the director told her to change her expression, but didn’t say to what, so she chose randomly. While Godwin is nearly the proper age, she looks somewhat older.  Similarly, John Carson appears to be ten years too old to be Mr. Knghtley. He brings dignity to the part, but not warmth.

As for the rest of the cast, Robert East fits the role of the roguish Frank Churchill, although he doesn’t overwhelm. Timothy Peters is too handsome for Mr. Elton, and fails to take advantage of the comical opportunities. Debbie Bowen’s Harriet Smith is more child-like than I’ve seen elsewhere, making it easy to accept that this flibbertigibbet would hang on Emma’s every word and do whatever she said. The others do acceptable jobs, but no one is memorable.

Since it was shot for British television (and in the ’70s), don’t look for exciting camera work, diverse music, or extravagant sets. It resembles an old episode of Masterpiece Theater. If that doesn’t ring a bell, think of the production as somewhere between a big screen release and a live play.

I was quite sympathetic toward this version for years, when there were fewer options. But now, with superior alternatives, there’s less reason to put up with the languid pace and somewhat unpleasant character interactions.


Emma (1996) – Gwyneth Paltrow/Jeremy Northam

This 1996 theatrical version enhances the romance, flattens the comedy, and eliminates the satire. And with the last of those, it takes the interesting view that Jane Austen was incorrect to satirize romance novels of the time, as this Emma is not only good-natured but the finest being in existence. Yes, she makes a few mistakes and causes harm, but that only somehow makes her more exquisite. As an angel, she should not be judged as mere mortals. This is a fairy-tale, where Emma is a princess and Regency England is a fairyland that would be wonderful to live in. Ah, the lives of women and the poor were so much better then. Yes, this is the adaptation least like the book.

A pastoral, almost fluffy picture, the eccentricities of all the characters have been dialed down, as if they are meant to approach normalcy, though never reach it as this is fantasy. Mr. Woodhouse’s hypochondria falls within believable limits for bizarre older relatives. Harriet Smith (Toni Collette) is an average, weak-willed girl placed among her betters, and Mrs. Bates is an annoying, lonely, elderly woman not unlike many you will meet in your life. Only Frank Churchill and Mr. Elton (Alan Cumming, who captures perfectly his humorous pomposity and oozing sycophantic nature) tend toward the ridiculous.

So much of Emma’s crueler dialog is softened and Mr. Elton and Frank Churchill become the instigators of follies normally belonging to Emma. Yet, with most of the characters less comedic and more dramatic, Emma feels even more like a haughty brat than usual. However, the lighting that is always perfectly set to show off Paltrow to best effect, announces at all times that Emma is without flaw.

Two hours shorter than the miniseries, some trimming had to be made to fit it into the running time. It is the Frank Churchill/Jane Fairfax plot that loses out in favor of the Harriet Smith one. If this is your introduction to the story, you are likely to need a second viewing to determine who Jane is related to, why she is there, and what Frank is up to. Jane has almost no personality and few lines. She does hold yourself not as if she is hiding a secret that is destroying her nerves, but as a queen visiting her lessers. Frank makes much more of an impression due to Ewan McGregor’s grandiose performance. McGregor has said since that he is not be happy with his work here, but I am. He brings life and humor that is much needed. Clearly writer/director Douglas McGrath watched Clueless, where the Frank character is flamboyantly gay, and decided to one-up that. It works for the reduced screen time.

Unfortunately, the Harriet subplot faulters in the casting of Toni Collette, who was too old for the part, and looks it. Instead of a naive teenager, this Harriet is a mentally compromised adult. Collette has been a fine actress in many parts, but she doesn’t seem to grasp the role, and is fighting it out with the Spanish-language Harriet for worst portrayal.

The romantic story-line is aided by a congenial Mr. Knightley. Still a judge of Emma, his criticisms (and the tones he uses to deliver them) are reasonable if not enticing. Jeremy Northam is doing his best fairy-tale prince, at least as much as the text will allow. I wouldn’t have chosen the “Brother & sister” line to repeat more than in the novel, but apparently they decided to hang a lampshade on the family closeness, and brother and sister is better than father and daughter I suppose. We’re also given new scenes of Emma dwelling on Mr. Knightley and an extension of the proposal scene, all of which do their job of making Emma seem more like a romance.

Multiple scenes are moved about and lines are switched from scene to scene. It does little harm, but I find it it does even less good. Compressing the story no doubt was at least partially the reason, but it sometimes felt they were doing it just to make it different.

As a reasonably budgeted theatrical release, it isn’t surprising that Emma ‘96 looks and sounds better than the TV versions. The cinematography is pleasant (though nothing more), and the costumes are attractive and effective (though not period accurate). It’s a large production with elaborate sets, lush colors, and music that fits every moment. As a date movie, it has my recommendation. For lovers of the novel, I would point to any of the other English adaptations.


Emma (A&E – 1996) – Kate Beckinsale/Mark Strong

Released a few months after the Paltrow/Northam Emma, it is hard to imagine that the makers of this TV movie weren’t intimidated by their much bigger sister. However, it acquits itself well.

Kate Beckinsale is a warm and caring Emma with a child-like glee. Her mistakes are those of a kid who is still learning how the world works. While not as graceful as Paltrow’s, she is also not as distant. This is an imaginative and clever Emma, whose failing come from a lack of the experience she needs to overcome the worst that society has pressed upon her. She just needs to grow up. No other version presents such a youthful Emma. Beckinsale is so appealing that I find it impossible not to love her. When her Emma is happy, she shines.

While a satire first, and a comedy second, A&E’s Emma is calmer in its presentation than the previous BBC version, and lacks the fairy-tale feel of the same year’s theatrical version. It is closer to reality than previous adaptations. People’s behaviors need to make some kind of sense (not a requirement of Paltrow’s or the more comical ones). I can almost imagine people acting this way. Almost. And this is a grittier world, with dust in character’s hair, and mud on the hem’s of gowns. The poor are visible (totally lacking in most versions), and it is dark and a bit grim at night. Servants are more visible as they must constantly wait or struggle while the upper class do nothing. This is not a world you want to live in, and much like Jane Austen, you are likely to want the rules to change for women; I did anyway.

Once again, cutting was necessary (this is a TV movie, not a miniseries), though less than I would have thought. Instead of cutting any of the storylines, they simply rattle it all off at high speed, with no pause to rest. But it’s done with a great deal more skill than in the Spanish version. Luckily everything is quite clear, as there is no time to consider on what you are watching. This has the most complete take on the Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax subplot of any of the movie versions, and I’d call it the equal of the mini-series. It helps that Olivia Williams is a better than average Jane, and more, that Raymond Coulthard makes a perfect Frank, charismatic enough that his actions, and the acceptance of those actions, are easy to believe.

It does not shortchange the Harriot Smith story, who is appropriately youthful and sweet, and reminds me of the 1972’s take on the character. She is not a clever girl, yet I can see why people find her charming.

If it had a bit more humor, I’d give my nod to this rendition having the finest mix, but it stumbles where the same year’s theatrical Emma was steady, and a later one will excel, with Mr. Knightley. He steps out of the absurdity, and is played as a straight, dramatic character, and an unpleasant one at that. He scolds and lectures without any sign of affection, and often in a manor which is not only unseemly, but no fun to watch. The idea of this winsome, innocent Emma getting together with this tyrannical Knightley is tragic. As nothing is added to fill out their “courtship,” Romance fans will have little to cheer about. Happily, the focus of Emma is not on that relationship.


Emma (2020) – Anya Taylor-Joy/Johnny Flynn

I didn’t know we needed another film version of Emma, but we clearly did as this is a wonderful adaptation. It is the most beautiful version, lush and colorful with expressive shots. And it carries off the amazing feat of keeping all the satire, while giving us romance, and humor. This is the funniest version. I tend not to laugh loudly while watching an adaptation of Emma. This time I did.

As all features must cut, this one chooses to reduce the Frank Churchill/Jane Fairfax story such that it is hardly part of the plot, but a mere side quest. But that doesn’t mean the focus is then on Harriet and Elton. Rather, it’s about Emma, and to a lesser degree, Mr. Knightley. This is the only version where the Emma and Mr. Knightley romance works issues. Partly this is due to making Knightley clearly an object of sexual desire. Focusing on that from the beginning counters all the father/daughter and brother/sister baggage that a romantic take on Emma has to deal with.  Seeing him stumble a bit helps as well. Knightley is so often portrayed as an instructor in moral behavior, which might make him a good person, but not a desirable one. Humorously, I’ve often heard people saying that Johnny Flynn is too young for the role, but he’s actually exactly the age he should be. People have just gotten used to Mr. Knightley looking old.

The cast as a whole is the strongest of any Emma. Josh O’Connor brings out the humor of Elton, ranking over even Alan Cumming. He’s slimy and weird, which is consistently funny. Mia Goth gives us a different Harriet. In ’72, ‘A&E 96, and ’09, we were given, to different degrees, a kindly but simple Harriet, one who was beautiful and a little lost. Here we have a full on comic portrayal that I’d almost call wacky. It works. Callum Turner is a congenial Frank Churchill, though makes less of an impression than others have in the part, and I admit a prejudice against his hair style; while I’ve heard it is appropriate, it strikes me as too modern. Amber Anderson is one of my favorite Jane Fairfaxes, and she gets an extra point for playing her piano parts live (Taylor-Joy did as well). Bill Nighy is far and away my favorite Mr. Woodhouse, as neurotic as any, but more energetic and sharp, which makes him more likeable.

But it is Anya Taylor-Joy who makes all the difference. Her Emma is simultaneously the most biting and most desirable. Taylor-Joy can tell the entire story with her eyes. There is something otherly about her, a creature that stands apart from humanity, and that fits Emma perfectly. This version doesn’t try to make Emma a better person, but rather one where you’d happily bring the shovel to bury the bodies for her.

This film is a delight. Yes, the cuts are a bit harsh, and I wish we had an extra ten minutes of Frank & Jane, but if you are going to do it all in 2 hours, I can’t imagine it being done better.


Clueless (1995) – Alicia Silverstone/Paul Rudd/Brittany Murphy

Emma goes modern and teen and it’s never been treated better. Clueless is smart, witty, engaging, and more fun than a barrel of Beverly Hills teens. Austen’s dialog may be hard to find, but her characters, plot, and spirit are easy to spot.

Emma has become Cher Horowitz (Alicia Silverstone, delightful in every way), the queen of her high school’s in-crowd, whose successful matchmaking of her teachers is incentive for her to try again. Harriet is now Tai (Brittany Murphy), a lower class girl from the East who doesn’t know that “It is one thing to spark up a doobie and get laced at parties, but it is quite another to be fried all day.” Cher tries to set Tai up with Elton (Jeremy Sisto), who is pretty much Elton. Some things never change. Of course, Tai would fit better with skateboarder Travis (Breckin Meyer), but Cher doesn’t see him as a member of fit society. Naturally a good looking stranger comes to town, although his name is Christian instead of Churchill, and while he looks to be a good match for Cher, it is clearer than in other Emmas that they will never be a couple. As for Knightly, he is Josh (Paul Rudd), whose brotherly connection to Cher is every bit as confusing as Knightly’s has always been to Emma.

Many of the scenes play out as Jane Austen fans would expect. Elton asks for Cher’s picture of Tai, and later tries to pick up Cher on the ride home from a party. Josh asks Tai to dance to save her from embarrassment. Christian rescues Tai from attack. Tai sits with Cher to burn her treasures from her “relationship” to Elton, etc. If you know the story, you can guess how things will play out.

But it is also fresh. The dialog, an invention based on high school slang that then became actual teen slang, is hysterical and quotable:

“As if!”

“That’s Ren and Stimpy. They’re way existential.”

“Christian said he’d call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.”

“Unfortunately, There was a major babe drought at my school.”

“That was way harsh”

“I felt impotent and out of control. Which I really, really hate.”

“Wasn’t my mom a total Betty?”

Clueless is the all out satire that Emma is meant to be, but it also works as a romantic comedy. The key, besides the sharp screenplay, is Alicia Silverstone’s Cher. I don’t usually use the word “adorable,” but I couldn’t help thinking it during much of my latest screening. My wife, who has no hesitation with the word and sat with me during all of my many viewings since I first saw it on the big screen, must have said “Isn’t she adorable” ten times. And so she is. Her less than lofty deeds do not damn her as she has several motivations running simultaneously, and somewhere in the mix is the real desire to do good. For a story about shallow people, Cher is anything but two dimensional.

Few comedies are as repeatable as Clueless. It has the right actors, a stylish director (Amy Heckerling, who is also responsible for Fast Times at Ridgemont High), a tight, funny script (also by Heckerling), bouncy, integrated, music, characters you care about, and Austen’s novel as a base.

There’s been a lot of Jane Austen on film recently. I have reviewed the versions of Pride and Prejudice.

Oct 061972
 
one reel

A young woman is found murdered in Louisiana, with bite wounds. The Sheriff (David Janssen) searches for the killer from his short list of suspects: the woman’s brother, a strange rustic, the doctor who made her pregnant, the rich land owner (Bradford Dillman), and his sister (Barbara Rush).

Made originally for broadcast TV, I had low expectations for the cinematography and the washed out picture and blasĂ© framing did not disappoint. Don’t look for quality sound, or music either. You should expect lots of talking and not much in the way of a monster.

It’s not really a horror film by structure, but a mystery.  We’re presented with a number of suspects and one of them has to be the killer. The fact that one is a werewolf doesn’t affect much. The horror aspect changes nothing; there’s no twist to the story’s very linier nature. The only surprise you’ll find is how obvious it all is.  I knew that the werewolf couldn’t be one person because it was telegraphed from early on that the character was the monster. I figured it had to be someone else as no one makes the killer so blatant. Silly me.

In addition to the mystery, Moon of the Wolf weaves in, with mismatched, frayed threads, a romance between the Sheriff and the rich woman. There’s no chemistry, but then Janssen barely displays life in the film. He just looks unhappy with where his career has fallen.

The social setup is dated and left me feeling far away from the situation. Not only the “shocking” pregnancy, but the rich plantation owner’s haughty behavior, don’t translate well to modern times. I suppose that this could be a realistic account of life in 1972 Louisiana, but it feels more like 1930. The werewolf makeup is poor, being little more than a funny nose, some fangs, and a bit of fur. I’ve seen worse, but generally in films smart enough to keep the monster in the dark.

Moon of the Wolf isn’t a terrible film, but I can’t come up with a single reason to watch it.

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Oct 041972
 
2.5 reels

Five strangers, lost in a tomb, sit before The Crypt Keeper (Ralph Richardson) as their stories are told.  The stories:

  • All Through The House — A woman (Joan Collins) murders her husband on Christmas Eve, with a Santa killer outside the house.

  • Reflection of Death — A man (Ian Hendry), runs off with his mistress without a word to his wife and kids, and then gets into a horrible crash, which may be a dream.

  • Poetic Justice — The cruel neighbor of a kindly, poor, old man (Peter Cushing) attempts to drive him out.

  • Wish You Were Here — A retelling of The Monkey’s Paw, with Ralph Jason (Richard Greene) dying, and then being brought back to life by ill-conceived wishes.

  •  Blind Alleys — The uncaring director of a home for the blind (Nigel Patrick) ignores the suffering of his charges.

Who doesn’t remember fondly the days of E.C. Comics and their horror lines: Tales from the Crypt and The Vault of Horror?  OK, I don’t, as I wasn’t alive at the time, but I hear people who were around in 1951—and weren’t busy keeping women and blacks in subordinate positions—were very fond of them.  By 1955, the magazines were gone, as the government decided that horror comics turn children into psychopaths.  God I love the ’50s.

Fast forward twenty years, when the good folks at Amicus Productions (the other British horror film studio) decide to resurrect the feel of those comics with an anthology movie—several anthology movies by the time they were done.   Like the stories in the comics, the episodes are short, to the point, and very moralistic.  These are retribution tales where bad guys do bad things, and then are punished, and that’s always fun.

The first segment is generally taken to be one of the weakest, but I’m a sucker for blood and cruelty backed by Christmas carols.  The dichotomy amuses me.  So does the ambiguously cruel Joan Collins, who reminds us what a hottie show was.  There’s no supernatural element, but a murderous Santa fulfills any horror requirements.

The second and third add zombies to the mix, but only very briefly at the end of each.  Unfortunately, Reflection of Death offers nothing beyond a walking corpse and is overlong even with its short running time.  Poetic Justice, on the other hand, is an emotional tale, with Peter Cushing creating a kindly but so sad character.  Rumor has it that Cushing wasn’t so much acting as channeling his own grief from the recent death of his wife.  Without the well-deserved zombie-justice, this one would have many crying in the aisles.

Wish You Were Here is the strongest section.  It is a variant of The Monkey’s Paw, changing the details to make it even grizzlier.  This should make you uneasy for a year or two.  While my favorite part of the film, I always found it unfair.  All of the others involve someone doing something horribly wrong, and then justice takes over.  But Ralph Jason doesn’t do anything all that bad.  He is a businessman who made some a bad decision and isn’t happy about it, but his end is a bit harsh for the sin of poor financial planning.

The final story is one of straightforward revenge.  Again, there is no supernatural element, just really angry blind men with a knack for carpentry, but it is a solid entry.

Strangely, the film is devoid of intentional humor.  When Tales from the Crypt popped up years later as a TV series and in spin off films, humor would be its calling card.

Amicus Productions’ other horror anthologies are Dr Terror’s House of Horrors, Torture Garden, The House That Dripped Blood, Asylum, From Beyond the Grave, and The Vault of Horror.

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Aug 181972
 
one reel

In the non-groovy past, a de-Jewified Larry Van Helsing (really? Larry? Not Abraham) and Count Dracula (Christopher Lee) both die—a scene that breaks with past films, but Hammer was never consistent. An unknown person wandering by grabs a vial of the Count’s blood, which pops up again in 1972. In that swinging time, some hippies, one being a descendent of Van Helsing (Stephanie Beacham) end up raising Dracula from the dead. Luckily the young Van Helsing’s grandfather is crusty old Peter Cushing who has kept up on his vampire lore.

Gosh those swinging ‘60s were groovy. Dig it. There’s hip cat music, hot dancing babes, and free sex. It’s youth culture, at least as seen by condescending white men from an earlier generation. Like most films and TV shows that tried to do the “Cool man, daddy-o” thing, it comes off as embarrassing. And since it is supposed to be 1972, not 1965, even this unintentional parody is out of date.

This seventh Hammer Dracula film reunites Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing and you’d think they’d have found something better to do with them. Instead they are tossed into an awkward semi-remake of Taste the Blood of Dracula, reset in a non-existent cool now. Instead of three Victorian gentlemen trying to get their freak on, we get a bunch of hippy kids trying to do the same. And again, we’ve got one guy who has a bit of occult knowledge and some blood from Dracula. And again, they decide to cast dark magic in a damaged church, and again, it works a bit slowly, bringing back Dracula. But at least the earlier film was shot well. This looks like a TV episode and I swear the music was used in The Mod Squad.

Since Lee had been poorly used so often, and Cushing tended to get bland roles, I can accept them being left out in the cold, but doing nothing with Caroline Munro is a sin. They only had her for a two picture deal, the other being the far superior Captain Kronos, Vampire Hunter (1972) where she got to do a lot more than dance around and then die.

The entire film is a misfire. It is trying so desperately to be hip, to appeal to the new youth market, but it is stogy. An aging Cushing represents proper, old-school morality and waggles his finger at all this permissiveness. Sex and drugs and rock-n-roll leads to death and destruction, and our lead hippy girl is a virgin who doesn’t do drugs (because drugs are bad!). And in the twentieth century, a vampire in a cape looks pretty silly. Time had passed Hammer by and the studio didn’t know how to catch up. And they never would catch up. It also fails with the basic Hammer tools of sex and blood. There’s very little death, and most of that is off screen. There are two cute Hammer babes, but no heaving bodices. This is horror that’s safe to watch with grandma. That leaves us with the plot, which in this case is not a good idea. Dracula hangs out in the church the entire picture. Van Helsing talks a lot about evil and then runs around the city. Very little happens till the end, which would be disappointing except I had already lowered my expectations to the floor.

This isn’t the worst Hammer film, but it does put in a serious bid for being the dumbest.

The other Hammer Dracula films are: The Horror of Dracula (1958), The Brides of Dracula (1960)—which lacked Dracula, Dracula, Prince of Darkness (1966), Dracula Has Risen from the Grave (1968), Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970), Scars of Dracula (1971), The Satanic Rites of Dracula (1973), and The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires (1974).

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Aug 011972
 
two reels

Something has gone wrong at the Soviet space station around the planet Solaris. The planet has a sentient ocean that may be creating hallucinations and that idea frighten those in charge. Kris Kelvin (Donatas Banionis), an unpleasant and simple man who is supposedly a psychologist, but never displays that in any way, has been chosen to travel to the station, check on the three scientists there, and maybe decide if it needs to be shut down (his mission is extremely vague, but then so is the location of the station, Solaris, and the world.) After discussing Solaris—between really long pauses—with his mildly unpleasant father and an unpleasant and off-putting pilot, Kelvin sets off, and is immediately there, or maybe it takes time (it’s extremely vague). He finds the station disheveled, one scientist dead from suicide, and the other two unpleasant and weird. It seems they are seeing people from their lives and this always ends up poorly. Soon Kelvin is visited by his long dead wife Khari or Hari depending on the translation (Natalya Bondarchuk). This makes Kelvin even more unpleasant and as weird as the others.

Well, this review isn’t going to make me popular. Solaris is often considered a companion piece or response to 2001: A Space Odyssey. I suppose that’s true in the simplest of ways as they came out around the same time, they both have an unhurried pace, and both have large sections taking place on a space station. Beyond that, no. 2001 is an intellectual movie that uses that pace as part of its metaphor. Solaris is an emotional film that has many pauses so you, the audience, can ponder. Yes, this is a movie that stops so you have can dwell on events in your own life. I can’t imagine ever needing such self-evaluation moments in the middle of a film, but if so, I’ll leave and go walk in a garden. Director Andrei Tarkovsky hated the comparison partly because he hated 2001. But then Stanislaw Lem hated this adaptation of his novel, so there’s plenty of hate to go around.

Solaris is the sort of film thought of as philosophical by people who’ve never studied philosophy and labeled as “smart science fiction” by those desperate for genre films they can be proud of when talking to non-SF fans, that is, films that don’t contain ray guns and space battles. It has the velocity of a sloth, as well as the IQ, but it isn’t nearly as cute. While Solaris brings up what it means to be human and how we should feel about that, it has no answers, nor insights, and does nothing more than bring up the questions the same way that drugged-out guy did at that freshman college party you attended: “Hey, hey, like hey, are we like, just what other people imagine us to be or are we more. man?” But then Tarksovsky isn’t interested in answers or even those questions. He’s interested in a connection to God. The Soviet censors left most of Solaris alone, only requiring a few cuts dealing with religion. Considering how heavy-handed it is now, I think we’ve got to thank the censors as this thing would have just ended up as a sermon.

So what we have is a very long opening segment with tons of exposition in which Kelvin reveals himself to be a jerk. All of it could have been done in five minutes if everyone didn’t wander off and stare every few minutes. And wondering takes time; how can we know he’s walked across the yard if we don’t see his every step? Then we get over two hours of three unpleasant people, plus one fantasy wife, gazing off and speaking slowly, and then only to argue. I suppose there are people who speak this slowly and pointlessly when they are thinking or upset, but what’s the chances of getting three of those in the same place at the same time? That’s not fair; they also wander around. How can we know he’s traveled down a corridor if we don’t see every step? I hope you like slow sweeps up sleeping bodies, because wow, those sweeps are slow.

Neither the story nor the characters—particularly the characters—make sense unless, as is vaguely suggested, the entire films is a false memory and everyone was a constructed “guest.” (Ooooh, wouldn’t that be deep? No, it would not. That’s one step from “it was all a dream.)

It isn’t all a disaster. There’s no fix for the characters, but otherwise there’s a good movie here waiting to be whittled out of this tedious block. The final shot is nice, as is some of the bits with Khari. But in this form it is a slog with little reward at the end. Steven Soderbergh remade it in 2002 with George Clooney, and did some whittling making it half as long, but it still is unrewarding and as that version doesn’t “feel important,” few people like it.

May 221972
 
one reel

In Godzilla vs. Gigan, the aliens are intelligent space cockroaches (disguised as humans of course) and the evil monsters double team is a plastic model of Ghidorah and a turkey with a dull spinning blade in its tummy. If you are a fan of Ghidorah, don’t fret over how horrible he looks when he first stiffly floats in, since his appearance changes wildly, depending on which previous movie the footage comes from. Godzilla’s ally is the spiky and generally unseen Anguirus, who unfortunately is a quadruped, as the guy in the suit obviously is not. The humans are a comic book artist, his black-belt girl friend, a hippy… Oh who cares. This movie has the distinction of giving us audible monsters chatting. They sound like a DJ scratching a record. Yup, it is as silly as it sounds.

Feb 171972
 
two reels

Ben, the lead rat from Willard, picked up tens of thousands of followers in the 10 seconds between it and its prequel. Now he has an army of rats to feed, which is hard work, and involves breaking into grocery stores and trucks. It’s made harder by the police who are dealing with the dead bodies left from the previous film. Ben runs into Danny (Lee Montgomery), a kid with a heart condition, who lives with his nondescript mother (Rosemary Murphy) and kind sister (Meredith Baxter before Family Ties). They become fast friends, with Danny diverting the police.

Ben is mainly remembered for the top 10 Michael Jackson theme song. You don’t hear many ballads to rats. In movie, Danny supposedly comes up with it while sitting at a piano early in the film, dwelling on how swell it is to have a rat friend.

It’s an odd movie. It dives into the killer rat concept, with lots of bodies and screaming people, but the rats are still where my sympathy lay. The humans are generic, only a few getting names. They aren’t evil like in Willard, so I didn’t want them to die, at least at first. The horror element doesn’t work with friendly rats and unknown victims. By the end I wasn’t against the humans simply on the basis that they were against the rats.

And I’ve no explanation for the odd crowds. Outside of Willard’s house, and by the supermarket, and by the truck crash, there’s large silent crowds. They come from nowhere and just stand there, watching. If this was an Italian film I’d assume they were meant to be ghosts or otherwise unreal. No one interacts with them. This would be a better film if they were surrealistic.

So it’s lacking the personal drama of Willard, as well as the frights of a flick with sympathetic victims and vicious monsters. But it is still entertaining. The child is far less annoying than is the norm in horror films, and I actually cared about the sister (she’s never a potential victim). And the rats are fantastic, particularly Ben. Once again, all the best shots and emotional moments belong to the big black rat.

I wish they’d have been willing to go the pure cult route, and make this a film where we could happily cheer as rats massacred people. But as it, there’s a bit of ratty fun, and Michael Jackson singing lovingly:

Ben, you’re always running here and there
You feel you’re not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind and don’t like what you find
There’s something you should know, you’ve got a place to go

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Jan 221972
 

Godzilla vs. Gigan (1972) one reel
Godzilla vs. Megalon (1973) toxic
Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1974)
one reel
Terror of Mechagodzilla (1975)
two reels

Four films, one synopsis: Aliens–wacky inept aliens–plan to take over the world in the most logical fashion: using giant monsters. Why use advanced weaponry when you can use over-sized bipedal critters? Godzilla, the atomic destroyer and all around swell lizard, is ready to fight off the threat and save Japan, but as he is being double-teamed, he needs the help of the most unlikely ally imaginable. Meanwhile, humans, some of them government agents, run around, get shot, get taken prisoner, and escape, all of which amounts to nothing but takes up a great deal of time.

By 1970, Godzilla had shifted from a metaphor for the horror of the atom bomb, through towering adventure film villain, to cheesy savior of Japan. The franchise had dipped to a spectacular low with Godzilla’s Revenge, a juvenile clip film, and the ’70s would offer only more of the same. No longer aimed anywhere near adults, the ’70s movies were children’s films that assumed kids were mentally deficient chimps. Well, four of them were. 1971s Godzilla vs. The Smog Monster is a psychedelic trip best considered on its own.

This is also the era of Jun Fukuda, who came on as director with 1966’s Ebirah, Horror of the Deep, and continued with Son of Godzilla and the first three of the films on this page. While he can’t be held responsible for the many flaws of the era (he didn’t have enough power), he didn’t help. Ishirƍ Honda had enough style to bring something of interest to even the worst project. Fukuda did not.

Godzilla, to match his kid-friendly hero persona, had been given a pudgy body and a non-frightening, flat, Muppet face. It is a design made by an eight-year-old instead of for one. It isn’t seen too often (monsters cost more to film then people), but when it is, it is generally in some nondescript field (miniature buildings cost more than dirt). Yen-pinching is the order of the decade. The pinnacle of that obsession is the re-use of footage from earlier films. An entire battle is taken from Destroy All Monsters. A new monster shoots beams that match those of Ghidorah so the effects of those beams can be taken from Ghidorah films. There’s even a past monster montage.

In the first, Godzilla vs. Gigan, the aliens are intelligent space cockroaches (disguised as humans of course) and the evil monsters double team is a plastic model of Ghidorah and a turkey with a dull spinning blade in its tummy. If you are a fan of Ghidorah, don’t fret over how horrible he looks when he first stiffly floats in, since his appearance changes wildly, depending on which previous movie the footage comes from. Godzilla’s ally is the spiky and generally unseen Anguirus, who unfortunately is a quadruped, as the guy in the suit obviously is not. The humans are a comic book artist, his black-belt girl friend, a hippy… Oh who cares. This movie has the distinction of giving us audible monsters chatting. They sound like a DJ scratching a record. Yup, it is as silly as it sounds.

The follow up, Godzilla vs. Megalon, vies with Godzilla ‘s Revenge for the title of worst Godzilla film. The aliens aren’t from outer space, but from under the ground. Upset with nuclear testing, they do a little dance, and send their giant bug, Megalon to destroy Japan (those Japanese and their nuclear bombs; when will they learn?). His teammate is Gigan, the turkey buzzsaw. Seems the subterranean dwellers keep the space cockroaches on speed dial in case they ever need to borrow a cup of monster. Godzilla pairs up with a TV show rip-off robot that can communicate with the big lizard using flamboyant sign language (must be a class on that at Monster U). The robot can grow to giant size due to his survival programming (a fact unknown to its creator). Handy.

Cheap even by the standards of 70s Godzilla films, Godzilla vs. Megalon has few sets and fewer people; two adults and one “Kenny” (annoying young boy in oddly tight pants). The project comes across as a pilot for a horrendous kids robot series.

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla isn’t much, but that still puts it miles above its predecessors. The aliens are now space apes, in human form, naturally. The big news is that Godzilla has just one opponent. That’s shaking things up. It is a laser-shooting mechanical Godzilla, so fearsome that the real lizard only stands a chance with the help of a man in a dog outfit. King Seesar, that’s the dog man, is an ancient god–except they still call him a monster–that a prophecy declares will rise up when the world is in greatest peril and fight along side another monster (guess who). Apparently that peril only comes after the humans do a lot of wandering about, but they are less annoying humans than in the last five films, so their wandering isn’t a strain to watch. Mechagodzilla is a non-embarrassing foe, though we are served up some silly combat moves. The big band music that pops up from time to time is interesting; I can’t say it’s good, but it’s amusing. I give this the mildest of recommendations to anyone who can get past the ridiculous pooch. I can’t.

Terror of Mechagodzilla is a direct sequel to Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla, with the exo-chimps back to conquer Earth (though now their real form looks like a human with severe burns; so much for continuity) with a repaired robot, though things must be less perilous as King Seesar sits this one out. The second member of the evil tag team is Titanosaurus, which is best described as a man in a stretched-out chicken costume with a broken neck (the man’s or the chicken’s, it is hard to tell) and a piece of wood nailed where its beak should be. The new monster is controlled by a bitter scientist and his android daughter.

There is an attempt to add in romance with a nondescript guy and the android which fails in every way. The movie does break new ground as the only Godzilla picture with bare breasts–faux–belonging to the android while she’s on the operating table, but clearly feminine. This is cut from the USA dubbed version.

While the basics are as weak as in the other films, it works better this time, due to the return of Ishirƍ Honda. Honda was a great director, but also a company man, who would do what he was told. So Honda does nothing to fix the the root problems, but he does make it all less silly.

If you are a huge Godzilla fan, then the two Mechagodzilla films are worth seeing on free TV, particularly the second, provided they don’t have your complete attention. For anyone else, 1970s Godzilla films have nothing to offer.

It would be nearly a decade before Godzilla would appear again. A reboot would abandon these films, and the 60s ones as well, to bring back the terrifying creature brought to life in Gojira (1954).

Dec 171971
 
three reels

Neurotic weakling Willard (Bruce Davison) lives with his overbearing mother (Elsa Lanchester) and her equally overbearing friends, and works for sleazy Mr. Martin (Ernest Borgnine) who stole his father’s business. While failing to do his chores, he meets, and slowly bonds with some rats in his backyard. The bond becomes closer and closer, particularly with two unusually intelligent rats, the friendly and submissive Socrates and the more independent Ben. Willard begins to use the rats, first for pranks, then for a robbery, and finally for revenge. But the important word is “use” as Willard is selfish and petty and Ben in smarter than he realizes.

The Birds started the “animal horror” movement, but Willard set it blazing. However, Willard isn’t like The Birds or the films that came after. It isn’t really horror. In other films, the animals are either evil, or represent nature repaying man for his foolishness. The animals rarely have personalities. But here, the rats are the heroes. With the exception of the office temp (Sondra Locke), every human is scum. They are universally cruel and self-serving and most are cowardly. You want them punished. But no matter how horrible they all are, Willard is the worst. After all, Martin only hurts people in his way. Willard turns on his friends.

The rats are loyal and good. They elicit sympathy, and Ben is the best of them (it doesn’t hurt that he’s the one rat that is photographed well—I have to give credit to the animal handler and cameraman, though in most films I’d be lauding the great acting for the performance that ends up on screen). Ben is the one I cared about.

The development of the rats as characters, as well as the relationships between rats and Willard, play out better in the book, “Ratman’s Notebooks.” Such things need time and that isn’t available on screen, whereas the book could dig deep into Socrates, Ben, and Willard. But Bruce Davison is excellent as the sniveling man-child and the scenes with Ben work well enough to sell the idea.

The rest of the cast is good, and while the picture drags a bit, the big moments really work.

It was followed by Ben.

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