Tuesday, January 18, 2011

"Diary of the Dead" Movie Review

Pittsburgh filmmaker George Romero's living dead films were some of the few horror movies to transcend their genre trappings and become a staple of America's pop culture. Based in a world where the dead have risen to devour the living, each film supplied the Grand Guignol fix that horror fans craved while examining prominent sociopolitical themes of the decade in which they were made.

1968's Night of the Living Dead reflected the anti-establishment disillusionment with Vietnam, race relations, and slain political leaders. A film where things start out bad and grow terrifyingly worse, Night’s bleak nihilism was a stark contrast to the 1950’s genre pics where the noble scientist inevitably saved the day in the end.

A decade later, Dawn of the Dead saw Romero skewering the consumer culture while expanding the sequel into a true horror epic. 1985 brought us, Day of the Dead, Romero's bleak criticism of Reaganomics, the renewed threat of nuclear winter, and the country's military industrial complex. 2005 saw the post-9/11 Land of the Dead  tackling the issues of class division, terrorism, the Iraq war's "shock and awe" campaign and immigration head-on, with Romero's largest budget yet.

Now we have Diary of the Dead, Romero's self-professed return to his roots of independent, low budget film-making. The premise is simple but intriguing: what if the beginning of the zombie outbreak was documented on tape by film students as it happened? When Romero announced his idea behind Diary, many fans balked, fearing it would simply be The Blair Witch Project with zombies. To call it such would be a disservice to both. However, the film's concept is not as unique as Romero might have hoped. Diary's release comes in a year that has brought us several "narrative posing as documentary" films such as Brain De Palma's Redacted, J.J. Abrams Cloverfield, and Adam Rifkin's Look, a film shot completely with surveillance cameras.

Diary opens with a voice-over by Debra (Michelle Morgan) telling us that what we're about to see is a documentary (called The Death of Death) of recent events shot by her boyfriend, Jason Creed (Joshua Close). Debra has uploaded it onto the Internet because "the public needs to know the truth about what's really going on." We're then shown uncensored footage of a news team covering the aftermath of a family murder-suicide. (Once again, Romero has his finger on the pulse of society. The story could have been ripped from any number of recent headlines.) As a reporter covers the paramedics loading the corpses into the wagon, they revive and chomp down on the rescuers and said reporter - live on camera. Police open fire but by the time they get the situation under control, the carnage is heavy.

The scene shifts to a forest at night where a University of Pittsburgh film student named Jason and his crew are shooting a short film about, what else, the undead. (a poorly costumed Egyptian mummy in this case) As isolated reports of the dead returning to life start to trickle in, the students (and one instructor) decide to pile into their Winnebago and hightail it back to campus and then their families.

The remainder of Diary tells the story of how the students cope with the collapse of society, flesh eating zombies, and their attempts to get home, all chronicled through Jason's ubiquitous video camera, under the guise of him wanting to document the truth.

For me, Diary of the Dead is an uneven film at best. On one hand, nobody does horror as social commentary like George Romero. This time the big target is You Tube/Face Book and media perception in the age of the Internet.

And there are times in this film where he hits the bulls-eye. For example, throughout the film Jason seems more concerned with getting footage than survival. When he brags about how many hits his Facebook page with uploaded footage is getting, it's hard to believe he's doing it to help others as much as his own ego. "If it didn't happen on camera, it never really happened, right, Jason?" Debra admonishes him.

Another highlight is when the students stumble upon a large stronghold occupied by heavily armed African-Americans. When Debra asks them how they managed to acquire so many weapons and supplies, the leader tells them that everybody with a suntan has fled. He then cradles his gun and grimly states, "All I know is that, after all this time we finally have the power." This continues Romero’s oft used theme of minorities being more in control and better equipped in times of crisis. In that moment, the old Romero is back.

Unfortunately, moments like that are few and far between, and therein lies the first problem with the film: Diary often sacrifices story logic for heavy-handed social commentary. Jason is so enamored with his project that he even keeps filming even when his colleagues' lives are in danger. The first time is understandable and drives home the film's theme. But when it keeps happening to the point of absurdity, you wonder why his friends don't just feed him to the zombies. One of the brilliant things about Romero's previous Dead films was the way he surreptitiously slipped in political/social observations that often weren't apparent until subsequent viewings. They never seemed obvious because they flowed naturally from the narrative or characters. In Diary Romero's so intent on telling us what he feels, that he often has his characters spout dialogue that's so over-the-top and on the nose, that it pulls you out of the picture. "I wonder if we're worth saving?" one character opines. "It used to be us against us; now it's us against them," says another. "They are us," is the reply.

Diary also suffers from a lack of scares. Part of this is because you never really feel the zombies are that much of a threat. The reason they were so terrifying in his other films was that while they were individually slow and weak, in numbers they were unstoppable. Here, with the exception of one scene in a barn, we never see that happen, so you never feel the characters are ever in any danger. There is an intriguing scene where a main character discovers the gruesome fate of her family. But by then it's too little, too late. And it's something we've seen before.

Which brings me to my second major problem with Diary: this has all been done before and much better -- by none other than Romero himself. While it's not uncommon for him to repeat or recycle themes and plot points throughout his films, here I felt that Romero was just going through the motions. Even the 2004 remake of Dawn, which can never hope to hold a candle to Romero’s original, showed us a horrific scenario of media incompetence coupled with society’s breakdown better in its first fifteen minutes than Romero does here in his ninety-five.

Although it claims to document the breakdown of society/rise of the undead, we see/hear very little to let us know exactly how that's occurring. For a film with media perception as a major theme, this is a disappointment; especially after the brilliant uses of the media in both Night and Dawn. Who can forget the terrifying radio broadcasts in Night where the flustered commentators reported sudden outbreaks of hysteria and mass murder covering the entire Eastern seaboard and urged everyone to stay in their homes and bolt the doors? Then there was the chilling opening of Dawn in the TV station where a ranting government official tries to convince a reporter of the reality of the situation (“These are not ghosts, these are not your friends and loved ones. These are reanimated corpses! What will it take for you people to listen?”)

There's nothing even remotely that intense in Diary. All we get are a few radio sound bites (voiced by no less than Wes Craven, Quentin Tarantino, and Guillermo Del Toro) but they're so quick and insubstantial that they have no real impact. At one point Romero even throws in an old audio clip from Night when the panicked reporter reads what's causing the crisis and can hardly believe the words he's saying. But all that did was make the other sound bites more meaningless. Romero gives us stock footage from Katrina and other disasters, but like the sound bites, the narrative is so disjointed they're impact is nil. I realize that Romero was working with a very limited budget ($4 million as opposed to Land's 17), but his past films have proven that's no obstacle to his creativity. With 2008 being the age of the camera phone, you'd think that Romero would at least show us other survivors' horrifying home movies or more news clips on the Internet. But other than a brief report from Japan and the opening newscast, we get nothing. The result is a wasted opportunity to scare us and exploit the film's main theme.

Whereas well-drawn characters have always been a staple of Romero's movies, here he drops the ball. The characters in Diary are your generic twenty-something stereotypes who could have been plucked from a myriad of other horror flicks This in itself isn't necessarily a bad thing; the same claim could be made for Cloverfield. The difference being that Cloverfield forced you to care for its characters by maintaining a constant level of jeopardy. Diary doesn’t. That’s unfortunate, because the plot of undead loved ones coming back to devour you has the potential to be much more terrifying on so many levels. There were many times during the film that I felt that the characters failed to realize the gravity of their situation. The one student who does stand out from the others due to their reaction to the crisis is dispatched early on.

Where Diary does exceed expectations is in its makeup effects.

After forty years of dispatching the undead, you'd think that Romero would have run out of techniques. But Diary contains some of the most innovative zombie "kills" ever captured on celluloid. KNB maestro Greg Nicotero returns to provide prosthetics that are seamlessly integrated with digital sleight of hand. Diary's gore is moderately restrained in comparison with Romero's previous zombie films. This lends it a much needed air of realism.

Reading this review you might surmise that I didn't like Diary of the Dead. On the contrary, I did. But for me, its flawed execution of a brilliant concept prevented me from seeing it as anything more of a disjointed failed experiment. The bland characters, lack of terror, and recycling of dialogue and scenes from the other movies, all made me feel like I was watching one of the many cheaply made zombie knock-offs you see on the Internet, not a film by one of the greatest horror directors of all time. How much you enjoy Diary will depend on your familiarity with the previous films. While I'd definitely recommend Diary to others, I'd do so with the caution of lowered expectations.

Diary of the Dead
directed by George Romero

Starring
Michelle Morgan ............... Debra
Joshua Close ................... Jason
Shawn Roberts ................ Tony
Amy Ciupak Lalonde ....... Tracy
Joe Dinicol ........................ Eliot
Scott Wentworth ............... Maxwell
Philip Riccio ...................... Ridley
Chris Violette .................... Gordo
Tatiana Maslany ............... Mary

Rated R for strong horror violence and gore, and pervasive language.

"Spider-Man 3" Movie Review

Spider-Man 3 the movie, and Spider-Man the character at the center of Sam Raimi's blockbuster film, have a few things in common: they're both really good in spite of occasionally being really bad, and they redeem themselves at the end in a way that inspires forgiveness.

For the movie's part, there's a lot of forgiveness to be earned for several painfully slow, woodenly acted and flatly written opening scenes. It's all set-up for the conflicts and confrontations to come, of which there are many.

When the stars and the special-effects finally begin to captivate (as they should, in a film that cost over 200 million dollars) it's another fun-filled, comic-book adventure that ends with satisfying doses of excitement, humor and sadness.

The film really begins to hit its stride and fulfill expectations with the arrival of Spidey's new nemesis, Sandman, and with the introduction of Gwen Stacy, a potential rival for Peter Parker's longtime girlfriend, Mary Jane.

Sandman is a beautifully rendered CG creation, and a unique being, contrasting nicely with Doc Ock from Spider-Man 2. Sandman is a coarse and fluid force of nature as opposed to the polished, self-made mechanism of Ock. He also has the appeal of being a victim of circumstance rather than being an intrinsically evil character.

Spider-Man's other new enemy is a fearsome variation on the spider theme, appropriately called Venom, since his power and motivation spring from his venomous jealousy. He wants what Peter Parker as Spider-Man has: a job as a photo-journalist and the affection of Gwen Stacy, the daughter of the Chief of Police.

Gwen's innocent affection becomes another sticky strand in Spider-Man 3's busy web of plotlines. When Mary Jane discovers that the beautiful Gwen Stacy has a special fondness for her boyfriend and his heroic alter-ego, misunderstandings develop that lead to emotional conflicts that balance the films many special effect filled physical conflicts.

The emotions in Spider-Man 3 are surprisingly real and well acted by a great cast. The many humorous scenes are deftly handled too, with Tobey McGuire as the nerdy/cool Spidey and J. K. Simmons and Elizabeth Banks as Peter Parker's boss and his secretary providing most of the laughs.

Bryce Dallas Howard has never looked more beautiful and glamorous, and will be almost unrecognizable for those who know her from her two starring roles in the M. Night Shyamalan's films Lady in the Water and The Village.

Kirsten Dunst does fine acting in her role as the long-suffering and devoted Mary Jane, enduring the travails of life with a superhero and making it seem real.

Thomas Haden Church, in perhaps the most surprising casting choice since Kelsey Grammer played Beast in X-Men 3, is excellent and fills his character with a grimness and melancholy that evokes real sympathy.

James Franco returns as Harry Osborn to bring closure to the story of Green Goblin, also playing his part with sensitivity and evoking sympathy in a twist of fate that changes his relationship with Peter Parker for better and worse.

Lastly, there is one final character in the film, the one that received all of the pre-release attention: the black-suited Spider-Man who lets loose with the dark emotions and basically manifests Peter Parker's inner asshole. Though the transformations of Sandman, Venom, New Goblin and Evil Spidey are all explained in the most comic-book ways, once the enormous leap of faith is made across the chasms of impossible coincidence and weird science, the fun on the other side is worth the effort.

Spider-Man 3

Directed by Sam Raimi
Screenplay Sam Raimi, Ivan Raimi and Alvin Sargent

Stars:
Tobey Maguire ................... Peter Parker / Spider-Man
Kirsten Dunst ..................... Mary Jane Watson
Thomas Haden Church ....... Flint Marko / Sandman
Topher Grace .................... Eddie Brock / Venom
James Franco .................... Harry Osborn / New Goblin
Willem Dafoe .................... Norman Osborn / Green Goblin
Bryce Dallas Howard ...........Gwen Stacy

James Cromwell ................ Captain Stacy
J. K. Simmons ................... J Jonah Jameson
Elizabeth Banks ................. Secretary Betty Brant
Theresa Russell ................. Emma Marko
Rosemary Harris ................ May Parker
Cliff Robertson ................... Ben Parker
Mageina Tovah .................. Ursula
Elya Baskin ....................... Mr. Ditkovitch

Stan Lee .......................... Man in Times Square
Ted Raimi ....................... Hoffman

Rated PG-13 for sequences of intense action violence.

"The Orphanage" Movie Review

The first decade of the 21st century saw a revival of the ghost story in cinema, and The Orphanage is perhaps the finest of many.

For decades, the classic ghost movies were from the era of black and white: The Uninvited, made in 1944, and The Haunting, from 1963.

In 1974, Nicholas Roeg directed the brilliant film Don't Look Now, based on a novella by Daphne Du Maurier, but its tone of grief and dread was overshadowed by the shock and horror of The Exorcist, in an era in which demons, zombies and slashers dominated the big screen.

The final year of the 70's brought some gems with The Changeling  and The Shining, with the Stephen King film remembered for Jack Nicholson's axe wielding psychotic, more than for the restless spirits of The Overlook.

For a good twenty years, ghosts became the stuff of big budget comedies, with Ghostbusters, The Frighteners and a movie version of Casper holding sway.
During that time, the best ghost stories were relegated to cable TV or straight-to-video release: Tommy Lee Jones and Virgina Madsen in Gotham; Aidan Quinn and Kate Beckinsale in Haunted.

Then, in 1999, M. Night Shyamalan revived the ghost story genre with The Sixth Sense, and in the years since have come What Lies Beneath, The Others, The Devil's Backbone, 1408, and then, The Orphanage.

What makes The Orphanage so great is the way in which it weaves the most traditional of ghost story conventions with modern elements of horror, always deepening the emotional core of its story by revealing tragedy after tragedy but never sinking into overwrought melodrama.

The story begins as we are introduced to Laura, her husband Carlos, and their young son Simón. Laura was an adopted orphan, and she and Carlos have adopted the orphan Simón, keeping his past and his uncertain future due to an incurable illness as secrets to him.

When the family moves into the orphanage that was Laura's childhood home where she plans on becoming a caretaker to special needs children, Simón begins to find imaginary friends to play with. What begins as a harmless game played by a lonely child, soon becomes the source of unimagined grief and horror, as the hidden history of the orphanage begins to be revealed.

The Orphanage offers a taste of everything one hopes for in a ghostly tale of the supernatural; creepiness, suspense, shock, revulsion, empathy, and many of the "oh, no," moments that come when our worst fears come true in a sudden reveal. The edifice that was found to embody the orphanage itself is perfect, both coldly austere and yet comfortingly fortress-like, and the shadowy rooms within are captured on film as the perfect places for ghosts to gather.

This is a movie to chill the blood and yet warm the heart, with a conclusion that few will see coming and none will ever forget.

The Orphanage (El Orfanato)

Director, Juan Antonio Bayona
Executive Producer, Guillermo del Toro

Starring
Belen Rueda .......................Laura
Fernando Cayo ...................Carlos
Roger Princep ....................Simon
Geraldine Chaplin ..............Aurora
Montserrat Carulla (II) ........Benigna
Mabel Rivera ......................Pilar
Andres Gertrudix ................Andres
Edgar Vivar ........................Balaban
Alejandro Camps ................Víctor
Carmen Lopez ....................Alicia
Jordi Cardus ......................Blind kid

Rated R for some disturbing content.

"The Invisible" Movie Review

The Invisible features an earnest cast of young actors, some beautiful locations in and around Seattle, a fascinating premise and a strong beginning.

Unfortunately, it badly strains believability not in the concept of its metaphysical premise but in the way in which it molds, twists and recreates the relationship of its two main characters, an over-achieving student named Nick and his equally under-achieving, criminal counterpart named Annie.

The film also bears the weight of false expectations as the result a scene which appeared in its promotional trailer but that appears nowhere in the version of the movie that's been released. That scene suggested that the movie was based on an entirely different and potentially more appealing plot-line, one involving a mystery to be solved rather than a personality to be transformed.

As the story begins, Nick is in the throes of a parental conflict with a repressed, domineering mother over his desire to travel abroad and pursue a career as a writer. Annie is a rebellious wild child whose unhappy home life turns her into a cruel, thieving, drug dealer with an explosive, vengeful, violent streak. Her one inspiration for love and protectiveness is her little brother with whom she shares the mutual bond of enduring their apathetic and ineffectual parents.

Eventually, a tragic mistake and a vicious attack entangle the lives of Nick and Annie to a point where each needs the other, one for survival and the other for salvation.

Some teenagers, for whom the characters might resonate, will find an emotionally affecting story within The Invisible's increasingly unbelievable situations and contrived melodrama, but for most viewers, it's likely to seem like a movie with a great beginning, a decent middle and a painful end.

The Invisible

Directed by David S. Goyer
Screenplay by Mick Davis and Christine Roum

Stars:
Justin Chatwin .................. Nick Powell
Margarita Levieva .............. Annie Newton
Marcia Gay Harden ............. Diane Powell
Chris Marquette ................. Pete
Alex O'Loughlin ................. Marcus Bohem
Callum Keith Rennie ........... Detective Brian Larson
Michelle Harrison ............... Detective Kate Tunney
Ryan Kennedy ................... Matty

Rated PG-13 for violence, criminality, sensuality and language involving teens.

"Vacancy" Movie Review

There have been many cinematic tales of horror set in creepy flop-houses since Hitchcock immortalized the Bates Motel in his high-concept slasher flick Psycho. None have had higher expectations and lower payoffs than Vacancy, the first Hollywood-backed film by Nimród Antal.

The film brashly makes its influences and intentions clear in the retro-styled credits sequence that opens the film, featuring edgy theme music reminiscent of Bernard Herrman. Unfortunately, few of the Hitchcock inspired sequences that follow are as effective or well presented.

Presenting a story in the Stephen King vein (people dealing with banal, everyday misery are suddenly immersed in unimaginable, extraordinary misery), Vacancy follows a soon-to-be-divorced couple in the wake of a family tragedy on an ill-fated nighttime drive detour away from a traffic jammed interstate highway to a grungy, desperation-time motel.

The Pinewood Motel is almost surreal in its distastefulness, but the series of events that place the couple in its questionable shelter are believable enough, even though the "car breaks down in the middle of nowhere" device has been spoofed since The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The couple, appropriately named Fox, are soon set up as prey for a pack of tormentors who are as devoid of human character or individuality as a pack of hunting dogs. The only antagonist who is given a human face or personality is the motel's desk clerk, a nerdy nut-case played ineffectually by Frank Whaley.

The first hints that there's something far worse than bedbugs lurking in the Pinewood are revealed in an unnerving and portentous way. Sadly, the chain of events that follow are so illogical, so unimaginative and so clumsily resolved at film's end that the strongest emotion evoked by Vacancy is shocked disbelief.

There are so many questions left unanswered by the numerous plot-holes and leaps of faith in Vacancy that an entire prequel -- Vacancy: The Beginning? -- would be required to explain them. Better yet, how about bulldozing the set and next time, instead of taking this detour to nowhere, stay on the interstate. An hour and a half spent in traffic is ultimately more enjoyable.

VACANCY

Directed by Nimród Antal
Screenplay by Mark L. Smith

Stars:
Kate Beckinsale .......... Amy Fox
Luke Wilson ............... David Fox
Frank Whaley ............. Mason
Ethan Embry .............. Mechanic
Scott G. Anderson....... Killer
Mark Casella .............. Truck Driver
David Doty ................ Highway Patrol

Rated R for brutal violence and terror, brief nudity and language.

"Next" Movie Review

Next is a teasing, time warping, and ultimately satisfying thriller about a man who is born with a rare form of clairvoyance that allows him to see the possibilities that exist for him in his immediate future, no more than two minutes beyond the present, except in one unique circumstance.

In order to live as normal a life as possible, Cris Johnson hides in plain sight as a third-rate Las Vegas magician who creates the illusion of mind reading in his act. He also pads his modest income by using his psychic abilities to beat the odds at slot machines and card tables.

The appearance of two women in his life changes his solitary, secret existence. One is an FBI agent who desperately needs Cris' assistance to solve a case, and the other is a beautiful stranger whose presence allows the clairvoyant's future vision to see for days into the future instead of mere minutes.

The way in which each new relationship affects the other is the basis for a series of interrelated plot twists that keep the action moving while setting up an ending that's meant to be the final, jolting stop on a roller coaster ride.

Taken for what it is, supernatural pulp fiction, no more and no less, Next is and an entertaining and often exciting diversion. It properly belongs in the category reserved for movies that mimic graphic novels, with the expected manner of loosely drawn caricatures of heroes and villains.

An effective score by Mark Isham adds a moody atmosphere to the story.

The script for Next was adapted from a short story by Philip K. Dick titled The Golden Man, to which it bears scant resemblance. Transformed as it is into an extended, big budget Twilight Zone episode, it's well worth a look. Perhaps not two minutes from now, but in the foreseeable future


NEXT
directed by Lee Tamahori

Stars:
Nicolas Cage .............................. Cris Johnson
Julianne Moore ........................... Callie Ferris
Jessica Biel ................................. Liz
Thomas Kretschmann .............. Mr. Smith
Tory Kittles ................................... Cavanaugh
José Zúñiga ................................ Security Chief Roybal
Peter Falk ..................................... Irv

Rated PG-13 for intense sequences of violent action and some language

"Disturbia" Movie Review

The premise itself is brilliant in its simplicity: a victim of circumstance is confined to his home, where in his boredom, he begins spying on a neighbor.

The neighbor becomes an object of suspicion and dread when evidence mounts that he is a killer with gruesome remains hidden on his property.

The original model for this scenario was Hitchcock's Rear Window, an elegant thriller starring James Stewart and Grace Kelly, two of the classiest actors in the history of movies.

Rear Window was a movie about adults for adults, and in this regard Disturbia suffers by the comparison.

Disturbia is to Rear Window what Cruel Intentions is to Dangerous Liaisons -- a lightweight teen flick patterned after an adult story.

Shia LaBeouf plays the voyeur, a troubled teenager under house arrest. LaBeouf is adequate to the task, though his performance displays the qualities of a thinking rather than a feeling actor. There are scenes in Disturbia that would have been far more effective if Kale's actions and emotions felt like they came from his gut, rather than being the surface affect of an actor going through the motions.

For better or worse, Disturbia uses much of its time establishing relationships with Kale's friends and neighbors and introducing a romantic interest in the person of Ashley, the new girl next door.

The flirtatious chemistry between the smitten but inexperienced Kale and the much more confident Ashley is one of the best things about the film. Indeed, it's the quiet, intimate moments between characters -- the warmth between father and son and the face-to-face confrontations with the calmly threatening killer that are the most emotionally effecting.

Unfortunately, the thrills and shocks that one would expect as the payoff for a film called Disturbia come as a series of very familiar, even hackneyed scenes the likes of which have been fodder for parody for at least ten years.

The truly unforgettable scenes in film are when our expectations are surpassed, when a moment we expect will be scary is suddenly even more shocking than we could have imagined, when an image of horror or suspense is so unique that it becomes unforgettable.

The film Taking Lives by Disturbia's director D.J. Caruso did have an unforgettable scene in its satisfying climax. There are no such moments in Disturbia, and as a result the overall effect of the film is tepid, with a sense of opportunities missed for the sake of appealing to a young audience.

The disappointment of Disturbia is that it's not very disturbing at all.


DISTURBIA
directed by D.J. Caruso

Starring
Shia LaBeouf ..................Kale
Carrie-Anne Moss ...........Julie
David Morse ...................Mr. Turner
Sarah Roemer ................Ashley
Aaron Yoo .....................Ronnie
Jose Pablo Cantillo .........Officer Gutierrez

"Grindhouse" Movie Review

The grindhouse films of the 70's are most notable for what they would dare to do - daring to go beyond the bounds of good taste, daring to lure audiences into theatres with shameless promises of sex and violence, and usually, daring to be really bad movies. While the best of mainstream films are based on suspension of disbelief, grindhouse films are nothing but disbelief.

If an audience doesn't find themselves thinking "I can't believe what I'm seeing" in a grindhouse movie, it's probably not a grindhouse movie.

A great, classic, grindhouse film is extremely rare, and is entertaining from start to finish. Most are memorable only for their few great moments of shock or sex, improved when experienced under the influence of teenage hormones. The unfortunate effect that time has had on most of these guilty pleasures is that much of what was seen as shocking in the 70's, rated "X" and luring our inner pervs into run-down theatres, is now barely titillating enough to warrant a pause of the remote on cable TV.

Yet the adolescent delight in movies that are "so bad they're good" lives on, and the compulsion to endure scenes of bad dialogue, terrible acting and clumsy film technique to find a juicy morsel of voyeuristic sex, lurid violence or even a glimpse of unexpected genius can be irresistible.

In Grindhouse, Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino deliver the best of the worst and the most sublime of gratuitous thrills to be found in classic B-movies, as they pay homage to the genres of zombie films (Planet Terror) and car crash movies (Death Proof).

A hilariously fake movie trailer about a vengeful Mexican hit man known as "Machete" sets the tone for the 3 hour immersion into the experience of a grindhouse double-feature, complete with choppy editing and scratchy film, including a between-movie pause for more "coming attractions," provided by Rob Zombie, Eli Roth (Hostel) and Edgar Wright (Shawn of the Dead)..

Planet Terror comes first, and it's a loopy, laugh-out-loud, zombie gore fest with squibs the size of water balloons exploding with the blood of the undead at every gunshot. The comic dialogue is probably the best since Night of the Living Dead, and the personal relationships of all the characters are playfully, perversely twisted.

Robert Rodriguez deserves special credit for creating a group of characters that we can care about: Cherry Darling, the melancholy go-go dancer with a secret ambition; Wray, the tow-truck driver with a secret past; J.T., the BBQ restaurant owner with the recipe to die for, and many more. Planet Terror is filled with fun cameo appearances too, including Bruce Willis and Black Eyed Pea Fergie.

Tarantino's Death Proof approaches grindhouse from a completely different way. While the gore in Planet Terror is effectively played for laughs, Tarantino uses it for shock value in a way he's never done before. For half of its running time, Death Proof is closer to Hitchcock than to Hershel Gordon Lewis (Blood Feast ). The pace is slow, like a patient fighter waiting his moment to land a haymaker for a devastating knock-out punch.

In the second half, the entire movie shifts gears, shifts tone, and shifts direction, until in the end, Tarantino's homage to grindhouse is even more tongue-in-cheek than Rodriguez.' In fact, despite Tarantino's well-known appreciation for grindhouse films, including the occasional championing of his favorites through DVDs and film festivals, his Death Proof ultimately feels less like a grindhouse film than Planet Terror, coming off more like a made for TV movie from the 70's.

There are too many great casting choices in Grindhouse to mention them all, but it's great to see Rose McGowan back from TV land in a part that would usually go to Milla Jovovich, great to see Freddy Rodriguez transformed into an action star, great to see Kurt Russell as a bad-ass again, and awesome to see stunt-woman Zoë Bell playing herself in one of the most exciting car chase sequences ever.

Grindhouse is Rated R for strong graphic bloody violence and gore, pervasive language, some sexuality, nudity and drug use.
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PLANET TERROR
directed by Robert Rodriguez

Starring
Rose McGowan .........Cherry Darling
Freddy Rodriguez ......Wray
Josh Brolin ...............Dr. Block
Marley Shelton ..........Dr. Dakota Block
Jeff Fahey ................J.T.
Michael Biehn ...........Sheriff Hague
Naveen Andrews .......Abby
Stacy 'Ferguson ....... .Tammy
Tom Savini ............. .Deputy Tolo
Bruce Willis ........... ...Muldoon
Elise Avellan ......... ...Babysitter Twin 1
Electra Avellan ....... ..Babysitter Twin 2
Quentin Tarantino ... .Rapist Guard
         
DEATH PROOF
directed by Quentin Tarantino

Starring
Rose McGowan ...........Pam
Kurt Russell ................Stunt Man Mike
Sydney Poitier .............Jungle Julia
Vanessa Ferlito ...........Arlene
Jordan Ladd ................Shanna
Marta Mendoza ............Sonia
Rosario Dawson ..........Abernathy
Zoë Bell ......................Zoe
Tracie Thoms ..............Kim
Marley Shelton ............Dr. Dakota Block
Eli Roth ......................Dov
Quentin Tarantino .......Warren
Mary Elizabeth Winstead ........Lee

"300" Review

Frank Miller's 300 is a beautifully rendered picture book come to life about one of the most celebrated battles in history, wherein a small band of Greeks defended a narrow passage against the onslaught of a Persian army in the Battle of Thermopylae.

Weaving ancient and legendary history into its own modern myth, 300 is an exciting heroic fantasy filled with unforgettable characters and indelible images.

The creators of 300 have produced a film whose look owes more to the sensual impressionism of Frank Frazetta than the stark, comic-book style of Frank Miller, but Miller's grim storytelling and his celebration of sacrifice in a cruel world make 300 uniquely his own.

By giving free rein to creative art direction and character development over historical accuracy, the film is more akin to The Lord of the Rings than to Ridley Scott's Gladiator or the 1962 film The 300 Spartans which greatly influenced Frank Miller as a boy. The appearance of David Wenham, who played Faramir in The Lord of the Rings movies, adds to the visual reminders.

The battle scenes are choreographed and presented in real-time and slow motion like a deadly ballet, and blood spatters freely throughout like crimson in a Jackson Pollack.

Zack Snyder, the director and co-writer of 300, is best known for his 2004 remake of Dawn of the Dead. Not surprisingly perhaps, 300 contains a number of grotesqueries that also could have been at home in a horror film, including the leprous Ephors, keepers of a beautiful young oracle, and the historical character of Ephialtes (whose name in Greek means 'nightmare') who appears here as a horribly deformed outcast with dreams of fighting for Sparta.

Gerard Butler is perfectly cast as King Leonidas, the embodiment of the warlike ideals practiced by the Greek city-state of Sparta. Lena Headey (The Brothers Grimm, The Cave) is finally given a role in a movie worthy of her, and she is outstanding as Leonidas' proud and devoted queen.

300 was created in the manner of Frank Miller's Sin City with the majority of scenes filmed with live actors in computer generated environments. It's another brilliant success in a revolutionary style of film-making.

300 (2007)

Directed by Zack Snyder
Screenplay by Zack Snyder & Kurt Johnstad

Stars:
Gerard Butler ................ King Leonidas
Lena Headey ................ Queen Gorgo
Dominic West ............... Theron
David Wenham ............. Dilios
Vincent Regan .............. Captain
Michael Fassbender ....... Stelios
Tom Wisdom ............... Astinos
Andrew Pleavin ............. Daxos
Andrew Tiernan ............ Ephialtes
Rodrigo Santoro ............ Xerxes

Rated R for graphic battle sequences throughout, some sexuality and nudity.

"The Number 23" Review

Jim Carrey's psychological thriller The Number 23 is a strangely mixed bag: startlingly dark at times, yet unavoidably laced with occasional Carreyisms that hint at a dark comedy that never materializes.

The film's involving though implausible storyline is based on the interweaving of several fascinating phenomena: the occurrence of strange coincidence, or synchronicity; the morbid obsession with numbers, called arithromania; and the so called "23 Enigma' which states that the number 23 has an intrinsic importance to all things.

The Number 23 begins by introducing Walter Sparrow, a happily married and moderately eccentric Animal Control Officer. When a series of work-related events causes Sparrow to be late for a meeting with his wife, her time spent in waiting is occupied with the discovery of a strange book that she is attracted to in a used book store. The book is called The Number 23, and it tells the first-hand story of a private detective who is infected by the number obsession of a suicidal woman.

When Walter reluctantly agrees to accept the book as a gift, he soon begins to see disturbing parallels between the story and his real-life past. The fictional detective's obsession with the number 23 works its way into the life of Walter Sparrow, while Sparrow is further convinced that he was the specific inspiration for the book.

Director Joel Schumacher seizes the opportunity to use beautiful photographic techniques for the many film noir styled flashbacks that fill the movie. In many ways the flashbacks, which feature dark alter egos of the main characters, are the most successful parts of the film. Their dreamlike quality negates the need for logic that fetters the real-life parts of the story, and their "art for art's sake" beauty give them a reason for being that transcends mere plot exposition.

Virgina Madsen has always had a talent for playing man-eating femmes fatale, and in her turn here as a perverse, dark-haired seductress, she's outstanding.

The Number 23 deserves credit for giving a very unique spin to the psychological thriller genre, and for those who are willing to suspend disbelief 100%, it's a moderately entertaining diversion. For those who want a mystery's puzzle pieces to fit without a hammer, 23 doesn't add up.

The Number 23 (2007)

Directed by Joel Schumacher
Screenplay by Fernley Phillips.

Stars:
Jim Carrey ............... Walter Sparrow / Detective Fingerling
Virginia Madsen ..... Agatha Sparrow / Fabrizia
Danny Huston ........ Isaac French / Dr Miles Phoenix
Rhona Mitra ............ Laura Tollins
Lynn Collins ........... Suicide Blonde / Mrs. Dobkins

Rated R for violence, disturbing images, sexuality and language.

"Ghost Rider" Review

Ghost Rider is one of the best comic-book-to-film adaptations ever, simply for its sheer fun and watchability. Writer/director Mark Stephen Johnson, who also directed and wrote the screenplay for the less successful Daredevil, was clearly inspired by his source material and brings a giddy excitement to the many scenes of motorcycle madness and mayhem.

After The Crow, Ghost Rider is the most gothic of the comic book adaptations to date, leaping back and forth between contemporary and wild west aesthetics. Even the costumes by the Academy Award winning designer Lizzy Gardiner display an exceptionally tasteful Gothic sense.

After an adrenaline charged title sequence, Ghost Rider begins laying the groundwork for the story to come in a pair of flashbacks, the first of which introduces the legend of the Ghost Rider and his relationship to the Lord of Hell, named in Faustian fashion as Mephistopheles and played with perfect malevolence by Peter Fonda. The Ghost Rider is described in voice-over as the Devil's bounty hunter, bound to serve as the result of selling his soul.

In a second flashback, this time to the era of motorcycle stuntmen like Evel Knievel, a father and son team of cyclists called Barton and Johnny Blaze are performing similar stunts in a small-town carnival. When circumstances arise that make Johnny a willing mark for the treacherous Mephistopheles, a devil's bargain forces the younger Blaze to leave his life and loves behind.

As the story catches up to the present day, Johnny Blaze (now played by Nicolas Cage) has become a pop culture icon, renowned for cheating death in spectacular jump crashes. When a supernatural rival of Mephistopheles gathers a posse of elemental demons to usurp power and claim dominion over the Earth, Johnny is called upon to become the Ghost Rider to prevent a demonic coup.

Part of the darkness of Ghost Rider lies in its refusal to inject the power of God or angels into the struggle between mankind and the machinations of the infernal powers. The story's acknowledgments of bits and pieces of demonic lore in lines of dialogue and visual symbolism also adds to the fun while grounding the comic book fantasy in familiar legend.

One of the often voiced critiques of films of this type is that they resemble large scale video games. Mark Stephen Johnson seems to have fun taking a who-gives-a-damn poke at such critics in an obvious nod to gaming fanaticism and by several times offering a first-person point of view from the HellCycle that adds to the immersive effect of the visuals.

Criticisms of Ghost Rider are easy to come by, like Nicolas Cage's loopy eccentricities, the deviations that the movie takes from the original story, and the changed appearance of certain characters... but why bother?

It's easy to enjoy the comic book fun that Ghost Rider brings to the screen, to the point that all else is forgiven, if not forgotten.
Ghost Rider (2007)

Directed by Mark Steven Johnson
Screenplay by Mark Steven Johnson, based on the Marvel Comic.

Stars:
Nicolas Cage........... Johnny Blaze/Ghost Rider
Wes Bentley.............. Blackheart
Eva Mendes.............. Roxanne Simpson
Peter Fonda.............. Mephistopheles
Donal Logue............. Mack
Sam Elliott..................Caretaker
Matthew Long........... Young Johnny Blaze
Raquel Alessi (II) .....Young Roxanne Simpson
Jessica Napier......... Broken Spoke Waitress
Rebel Wilson............ Girl in Alley
Rated PG-13 for horror violence and disturbing images.