Showing posts with label edgar wright. Show all posts
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August 22, 2014

ANT-MAN Has Officially Begun Shooting And Here Are A Million Updates


Ant-Man has been an endless source of drama the last few months, with Edgar Wright being famously pushed out of the director's chair after the script by Wright and Joe Cornish was chopped to bits by the Disney machine.  But after a few weeks of chaos, Marvel enlisted the excellent Peyton Reed to step in and right the ship along with some script rewrites by Anchorman director Adam McKay.

Principal photography finally began in San Francisco this week and the image above is your first look at Paul Rudd as con-man Scott Lang.  Pretty good!  I mean he MUST be a criminal because he's wearing a hoodie.  That's how that works, right?  Now when are we gonna get a good look at that suit?

Along with this image came news of a number of new additions to the cast, including Judy Greer, Bobby Canavale, rapper TI and comedian Gregg Turkington.  Wood Harris is on board as well, which means that the MCU has now absorbed both Stringer Bell and Avon Barksdale.  It's only a matter of time before Bunk shows up, hopefully as a drunken officer of the Nova Corps.

John Slattery will also be reprising his role as Howard Stark, last seen in an old film reel during Iron Man 2.  It looks like we'll be getting some flashbacks to S.H.I.E.L.D. days gone by with Stark and Hank Pym (Michael Douglas) pitted against each other as scientific rivals.  In Iron Man 2 we got a 60's era Stark, but I suspect we might jump a little farther forward here, hopefully the 70's. Sign me the fuck up.  I'm finally catching up with Mad Men right now and Slattery is pretty much my favorite thing.  Mostly because of this, which I still can't believe they got away with airing on television.

Last but certainly not least, we've got a peek at Evangeline Lilly's very specific hair style for the film, courtesy of her own Instagram feed.


Lilly is playing Lang's love interest and Pym's daughter Hope Van Dyne, but her haircut is very reminiscent of Pym's wife Janet Van Dyne, a.k.a. The Wasp.  Janet will not be appearing in the film, although it's unclear whether she's dead or simply AWOL.  Either way, Evangeline Lilly can throw down like the best of them so it seems almost certain that we'll see her don those Wasp wings eventually, though not in this film.  That's okay, it gives me something to look forward to.

As sad as we all were to see Wright go, Reed is a very exciting choice to take over and I suspect that he's going to do great things with the most comedic Marvel movie to date.  Expect loads more tidbits and spy-shots as filming progresses.  Now what's a brother got to do to see that Comic Con footage of Douglas telling Rudd that he has tiny balls?




May 28, 2014

DAREDEVIL Loses A Showrunner But Gains A Matt Murdock


You guys, Marvel had a rough Memorial Day weekend.

It all started on Friday, right as I was walking into the theater to see Days Of Future Past, when word broke that Edgar Wright was walking away from the looooooong gestating Ant-Man feature that was scheduled to kick off Marvel's Phase Three.  After a lot of ugly rumors and speculation, it appears (according to the usually reliable folks at Latino Review) that the Powers That Be at Disney and Marvel had suddenly balked at the idea of making a movie with a criminal as the protagonist, even if that criminal is lovable goofball Paul Rudd.  So they ordered up a page one rewrite of the script courtesy of a couple of their in-house guys including Eric Pearson, the guy guy responsible for most of Marvel's increasingly fun series of One Shot shorts.  The script came back a few weeks later and apparently it was an abomination, so much so that Wright and his co-writer Joe Cornish felt they had no choice but to leave the project.  This, obviously, blows.

The very next morning came another bombshell: the Daredevil series that Marvel had been cooking up for Netflix had apparently lost Drew Goddard as its showrunner, ostensibly so that he could focus on piecing together the increasingly ill-conceived Sinister Six movie for Sony.  He's been replaced by Stephen S. DeKnight, another member of the Joss Whedon School of TV Making who oversaw the last few seasons of Starz's Spartacus series, which was extremely popular among people who accidentally subscribed to Starz.  Goddard, who will still end up receiving a vestigial credit on the finished series, actually left weeks ago, but once the Wright news broke, the floodgates of information opened up brought unto Kevin Feige a raging headache as the internet rushed to declare this double whammy of bad press as the harbinger of 40 years of Marvel darkness.

Word has it that Goddard may have been clashing with Marvel over casting the show's lead, and while we may never know who he had his sights on (I've seen some suggestions that it was Joel Edgerton, a possibility almost too awesome to have been real) we now know who Marvel has anointed as the one true Matt Murdock: Charlie Cox, he of the giant forehead pictured above.  Cox was the lead of Matthew Vaughn's Stardust, a movie that my wife is exceedingly fond of and which I only vaguely recall watching one time.  I do remember that Claire Danes played a literal falling star and Robert DeNiro was a transvestite airship pirate, yet somehow I feel like neither of those two things were nearly as awesome as they sound in print.  More recently Cox played the Irish hitman/valet who loved up Kelly MacDonald on HBO's Boardwalk Empire and I will admit both that I quite liked him in that role and that I didn't realize he was also that Stardust guy until 20 minutes ago.

Obviously it's troubling that Marvel seems to be bleeding creative talent out its ears, but it seems a tad early to be going all Chicken Little on Feige and friends just yet.  Daredevil will proceed and probably end up being somewhere this side of adequate, while really anything could still happen with Ant-Man.  I think it's just as likely that Marvel announces a new director in the next three weeks as it is that Marvel announces that they're scrapping the project all together.  Mostly I just feel bad for Wright and Goddard, two unique voices who have now both lost out on the opportunity to realize some serious personal passion projects.

Here's hoping that this time next year doesn't find Paul Rudd shrugging his way through a late-night press tour and Charlie Cox assuring us, "It'll be better than that Ben Affleck one!"



May 27, 2014

Podcast Episode 16: Bryan Singer Saves The X-MEN By Burning Down The House


(SPOILERS ensue.)

The X-Men gave birth to the modern era of comic book superhero blockbusters.  It might be easy to forget that considering the franchise immediately went on a decade long decline into not just mediocrity but outright terribleness.  The tide turned three years ago with Matthew Vaughn's excellent X-Men: First Class, which shifted the action back to 1962 in order to tell the story of how a charming young Charles Xavier (James McAvoy) first met with the angry Magneto (Michael Fassbender) and curated a team of young mutants to prevent World War III.  But that movie played fasts and loose with the established continuity of all the previous X-films set in the modern era.  Did these younger incarnations represent a cleansing of the palate, a clean slate from which to re-introduce beloved characters in a brand new universe?  Or was this a still a prequel to Bryan Singer's original films?

Days Of Future Past has an answer to that question, and the answer is both.  And neither.

Bryan Singer returns to the franchise for the first time since X2, and he's brought a handful of familiar faces with him to tell one of the all-time classic X-Men stories in which a member of the team (originally Kitty Pryde, but here it's Wolverine because Hugh Jackman) travels back in time to prevent a post-apocalyptic future from coming to pass. That means that Singer (and the audience) gets to have its cake and eat it too, using X1-3 and the two Wolverine standalones as the backstory for this distant hellscape and making the whole movie about trying to erase all of those movies from existence. That's kind of a brilliant way to course correct when you think about it, simply turning into the skid and saying, "Man, we killed and declawed (literally) everyone's favorite characters and left the franchise in a terrible place. So let's just embrace that and turn the world into a complete genocidal horrorshow so that we can undo the whole thing in a way that might make everyone happy again."

It's mostly effective because it feels like the proper sendoff that those characters never really got, both from an emotional and storytelling perspective.  With the exception of the seemingly ageless Hugh Jackman, I expect this is the last time we'll ever see any of those original X-Men cast members returning to these roles.  (Although I'd be psyched if they could ever find a reason bring in Stewart and McKellan again, especially since both Magnetos never get to share a scene together here.)  And that's the way it should be.  It's time to let a new generation of talent bring those characters to life, and I'm psyched at the prospect of seeing a young Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler, Gambit and Jean Grey join the fold.  It remains to be seen exactly how that's going to be executed, as the end of Days Of Future Past firmly establishes most of these characters as alive and well in 2023.  In a way that actually feels limiting, as it means we can't meet a teenage Cyclops in the next film (set in the 80s) because that would make James Marsden 58 years old at the end of DOFP.

That's why I say this film both is and isn't a total reboot.  Yes, we've thrown out 95% of what's come before First Class and Days Of Future Past, but by giving us even just a fleeting glimpse of what the future holds for Professor X and friends and by tying that future back to a group of actors that we're likely to never see again, we're left with a destination for these characters and stories that will likely exist only to torture continuity nerds like me. As for how Fox plans to handle the bevy of potential spin-offs, I simply have no idea. 

In Episode 16 of our podcast, Bart, Jamie and I discuss all of this as well as the moral turpitude of Bolliver Trask and how Bingbing Fan is most definitely not Saoirse Ronan, along with Gareth Edwards's entrance into the Star Wars family and Edgar Wright's departure from Marvel's upcoming Ant-Man.  Enjoy!





May 23, 2014

ANT-MAN Will Proceed sans Edgar Wright


Well this can't be good.

Marvel Studios and Edgar Wright just issued a joint statement detailing Wright's departure from the upcoming Ant-Man, citing "differences in their vision for the film."  That's fairly baffling considering that Wright has been developing the project for many years now, dating all the way back to Phase One.  You'd think that Marvel should have known the score by now, so I can't help be curious as to the nature if their apparent disagreement. Did they think Wright was gonna make the movie too awesome?  Cuz that seems like a legitimate fear. 

The silver lining is that Marvel isn't pushing the release date, meaning most of the major moving pieces will remain in place.  That includes the script by Wright and Attack The Block director Joe Cornish (although I'm sure it'll get tweaked a bit depending on who takes over) and the cast, which includes Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly, Michael Pena, Patrick Wilson and Michael Douglas. Still, this totally stings. Wright seemed totally in line with the collection of singular creative voices Marvel had heretofore assembled to bring their characters to life, guys like Joss Whedon, James Gunn, Shane Black and the Russo brothers. What's more, it would have continued the effort to make each of these heroes exist in the same universe while maintaining their own distinct tones and story types.  I was REALLY looking forward to an Edgar Wright Marvel comedy. 

So who steps in now?  Ant-Man is supposed to kick off Phase Three following Age Of Ultron, so Marvel doesn't exactly have a lot of time to fuck around here.  Matthew Vaughn looks available. How about James Bobin?  Is it too much to hope that Marvel will back up a pair of Brinks trucks in front of the respective houses of Phil Lord and Chris Miller?

January 14, 2014

Lerman's 14 For '14 Day Nine: DOWN TERRACE Is Lean, Violent, And Funny

"It's not the decisions that are tough, Bill.  It's the actions."
Ben Wheatley is a name I've heard buzzing around my head for the past few years.  He's a British director, mostly specializing in dark comedies, that has yet to experience the same kind of breakout success here in the states as the likes of fellow countrymen Edgar Wright, Matthew Vaughn or Guy Ritchie.  But he's only got a handful of films under his belt and it feels like that success is almost inevitable at this point.  I've been meaning to watch his two big successes for a while now and sadly I've yet to capitalize on plenty of opportunity; Kill List has been streaming on Netflix for months and Sightseers played at the Brattle last year, but it was a single showing on a night when I was out of town.  Hopefully I'll be able to squeeze one or both of them in before my final deadline.  Wheatley's latest film, the psychedelic period piece A Field In England, will get a VOD and limited theatrical release in early February courtesy of the fine folks over at Drafthouse Films.

Down Terrace was Wheatley's big screen debut and it's a real cracker of a story.  A sublime mixture of family drama and crime humor, the film plays almost like The Sopranos if that show were actually a comedy about a dysfunctional family of borderline inept criminals.  Much of the film is left deliberately opaque; the story opens with Bill and his grown son Karl (real life father and son Robert and Robin Hill) getting out of prison for a crime that is never specified.  Bill is the head of a small time criminal enterprise, although their precise racket is never actually specified.  But none of those details are really all that important to the plot.  It could be drugs, prostitution, dwarf-tossing...the specifics are immaterial.  All that matters is that business is bad, the family is in trouble and there is a traitor somewhere in their midst.  And what's worse, Karl's ex-girlfriend shows up pregnant!  Womp womp!   The tone is never as sitcom-y as it might sound on paper, but that doesn't change the actual events of the day.  Seriously, at one point a hitman shows up to do a job with his three year old son in tow because he couldn't get a sitter.

But don't take that as a criticism though.  The shit is hilarious.

The cast is all pretty strong, but Julia Deakin is absolutely magnetic as Maggie, the quiet and menacing Lady Macbeth of the family.  For all of Bill's posturing and Karl's complaining, it's only Maggie that seems to have a proper knack for the business and knows how to get shit done.  Deakin should be a familiar face to fans of Edgar Wright's Spaced series (she played Marsha) as well as his Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy, albeit it in smaller roles.  I'd love to see Wheatley give her some truly meaty stuff somewhere down the line.

What's The Connection?  Bloody Sunday takes place almost entirely on a Sunday (obviously) and the giant onscreen title tells us that Down Terrace starts on a Monday.  Feels like a stretch, but it's all that I've got.  (I thought that perhaps DT also had a lot of killing happen on a Sunday, but it didn't match up.)

Up Next:  Dog Pound

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Title: Down Terrace
Director: Ben Wheatley
Starring: Robert Hill, Robin Hill, Julia Deakin, David Schaal, Tony Way, Kerry Peacock, Michael Smiley
Year Of Release: 2010
Viewing Method: Netflix Instant


August 24, 2013

Cornetto Week: I'll Traverse The Golden Mile With THE WORLD'S END Any Day


"There comes a time where you have to go forward, not backwards."
Well, we've arrived at our destination.

I still remember the first time I saw Shaun Of The Dead at the Kendall Square theater in Cambridge at the beginning of my senior year of college.  Zombies had become fashionable after successes like 28 Days Later and Zack Snyder's remake of Dawn Of The Dead, so the time was perfect for someone to jump in give us a clever new riff on the genre.  I think I expected Shaun to be more of an outright parody, but what I got instead was so much better, using the familiar zombie touchstones as a backdrop to tell a smart and clever story about taking responsibility and embracing adulthood.  It helps that Shaun is also one of the funniest movies I've ever seen.  I will never forget the moment when Shaun accidentally pushes the shopgirl onto the umbrella stand and she slowly pulls herself up to reveal a hole in her stomach...and Ed slowly winds his camera.  I laughed so hard I literally fell off my chair.

I have an equally special place in my heart for Hot Fuzz.  My younger brother was visiting me in L.A. and he got really sick that day, but he stuck it out like a trooper and went to the movie with us anyway.  I grew up loving the sort of buddy cop action movies that Wright is playing on with Fuzz, so it's hard for me not to love Nick Frost's Danny Butterman and his obsession with the likes of Point Break and "firing two guns whilst jumping through the air."  Plus Danny and Nicholas Angel have some of the greatest homoerotic chemistry I've ever seen on film.  In a way, Edgar Wright's first two movies have always gone hand in hand for me; Shaun starts out as a play on zombie movies and slowly morphs into an actually great zombie movie, whereas Hot Fuzz actually plays things pretty straight for a while before its insanely great finale where Angel finally embraces all the action movie tropes he'd previously dismissed and, consequently, makes all of Danny's dreams come true.

Having now seen The World's End twice, both times as a full Cornetto Trilogy triple feature, I'm mostly struck by just how different it is from its predecessors.  The film addresses many of the same issues as Shaun and Hot Fuzz, particularly life in a small town and letting go of childhood, but World's End moves along a much darker trajectory.  Pegg's Gary King is an absolute dick, unlikable on almost every level and yet somehow still charming in a greasy sort of way.  He's a man who is totally unable to let go of the past, desperately trying to relive the best night of his life when he and his high school friends tried and failed to complete an epic, twelve stop pub crawl in their hometown of Newton Haven.  While his friends have all grown and matured, Gary is still stuck in that moment, wearing the same clothes and driving the same car with the same mix tape in the cassette player.  For him, that night was the pinnacle; he was leaving high school, he had his best mates and a load of booze and drugs and the whole rest of his life ahead of him, full of potential glory.  But that glory never materialized and Gary simply has no idea how to cope. That's a feeling with which I can keenly identify.  I think back to my high school and college days and it felt as if the world was mine to conquer, with unlimited opportunities to make my mark on humanity and achieve greatness. But as time marches on those possibilities are slowly whittled away until I'm left with only the consequences of the choices I've made, some regrettable but most having worked out for the best.  Still, as I commute back and forth each day to an uninspiring job with little potential for personal or professional growth, it's hard not to lust after the promise of youth and the strange mix of opportunity and invincibility that only comes when you're 18 years old.  In that way, I feel a sort of kinship with Gary King, even if he is a complete twat.

World's End features a very different structure from Wright's previous films, but it's sort of a requirement of the story he wants to tell.  Shaun and Fuzz both actively play with the audience's expectations, which is part of what makes them so sharply effective.  While Shaun and Ed remain in the dark about the growing zombie infestation until the last possible moment, the viewers are picking up all sorts of hints and nods in the background of the action or in the irony of the dialogue because we're aware that we're watching a zombie movie and we therefore know what's coming.  Fuzz does the same with the tenets of buddy cop movies, so that we're laughing even though the characters are being deathly serious.  That element is distinctly absent from World's End simply because the characters have to actually get to the small town of Newton Haven and then spend a bit of time there before the film can make that sharp left turn into robot/body snatcher territory.  In fact, it takes about 20 minutes before the gang makes it to The First Post and another 20 minutes before the "blanks" (their name for robots) actually assert themselves into the story.  There's nothing wrong with this structural shift and in fact I was quite enjoying just watching the five friends bickering and giving each other shit in a way that's very reminiscent of my own high school buddies.  But for the serious Shaun/Fuzz fans out there, it is a little bit jarring, as is the decreased use of one of Wright's signature visual flourishes, the quick-cutting series of closeups that Darren Aronofsky referred to as "hip-hop montages" in his own work.

Okay, now let me stop and make one thing very clear:

This movie is FUCKING HYSTERICAL.

This is by far one of the funniest releases of the year, neck and neck with, appropriately enough, Seth Rogen's This Is The End.  But The World's End is funny in a completely different sense of the word.  I saw the movie a month ago at the Brattle and I saw it again this week at the Boston Common and I laughed just as hard (if not harder) the second time as the first.  Part of that comes from the astounding number of layers and running gags present throughout the script, which are so dense and which come at you so quickly that there are many bits I didn't fully appreciate the first time through.  My favorite is probably the "selective memory" joke, although there's also a great joke about theoretical band names as well as a long running debate about what to call the robots, in which Nick Frost gets a single line that I don't even recall hearing the first time through but which absolutely DESTROYED me on the second viewing.  Not only is the dialogue clever as shit, but there's also an astounding layer of physical comedy throughout the numerous fight scenes.  It's easy to see why Simon Pegg suggested I watch Legend Of Drunken Master, since all of the combat was so masterfully choreographed by Brad Allen of the Jackie Chan stunt team.  The first fight, a five on five brawl in the men's room, as well as a later fight in which Gary is desperately trying to drink a pint while beating up a swarm of blanks both display a keen mix of both laugh out loud hilarity and bone-crunching blue carnage.  The actual design of the blanks creates some fantastic opportunities for not only amusing visuals when they get damaged, but also some great fight moments - characters are frequently beating up the blanks with a severed mechanical arm that will suddenly turn on them and start fighting back, and there's one blank who swaps some limbs around in a way that both looks silly and makes for a memorable battle.

Here's the other thing: twelve pints in the course of a few hours is a LOT of booze, especially for a group of middle age guys whose days of serious drinking are long behind them.  That means that the further into the film we go, not only does the sci-fi insanity increase, but so does our heroes' blood alcohol level, until they're not only stumbling and mumbling about the town, but they're also forced to form and execute some form of coherent plan for dealing with a terrifying menace while getting completely hammered.  The idea that the guys would continue the pub crawl after learning the truth about Newton Haven makes no sense to the sober audience, but for our blitzed heroes it seems like the only logical course of action.   There's plenty of comedy to be had along these lines and Wright smartly mines all of it, until eventually Gary finds himself trying to logic to robots to death like some kind of shitfaced Captain Kirk.  It's marvelous.

There are a few movies that I've made a point to watch more than once before writing about them, (notably Star Trek Into Darkness and Man Of Steel) but none have made me appreciate that decision so much as The World's End.  Wright and Pegg are masters of creating films that reward second and third viewings, building jokes that can only be appreciated once you know how things will play out.  In Shaun, characters are constantly saying things that describe the ultimate fate of whoever they're talking to.  ("Next time I see you, you're dead."  Or my personal favorite, "If you want to live like an animal why don't you go live in the shed?")  In The World's End, the opening flashback that depicts that fateful night 23 years prior also perfectly mirrors everything that will happen when the boys return to Newton Haven.  And the last ten minutes of the film, which are COMPLETELY bonkers, is so packed with visual gags I still feel like there's more for me to discover.

As a final note, let me just describe my full viewing experience for you.  The wonderful Brattle theater hosted the Three Flavours Cornetto Triple Feature at the end of July.  I found out about the event a few weeks in advance, so I made sure that when tickets went on sale at 3:00 PM, I had my tickets by 3:01.  Good thing too, as they apparently sold the place out in under five minutes.  It was only later, after I had returned from Mexico, that I learned that Wright, Pegg and Frost would actually be in attendance for a Q&A, so suffice it to say I was pretty giddy.  The movies themselves were great, but the Brattle really went above and beyond to make the night into something memorable.  I made sure to purchase a "Virtual Pub Crawl" ticket which entitled me to a specially selected beer for each film.

Shaun Of The Dead featured Zombie Killer Cherry Cyser, which I found to be far too sweet.



Hot Fuzz was paired with The Bollocks, mostly due to the constable on the label.



And The World's End came with a bottle of the appropriately titled La Fin Du Monde, which was my favorite of the three brews.



And while the Brattle tried in earnest to provide us all with Cornettos, it turns out that Cornetto is owned by Good Humor, who does not allow the sale and distribution of that particular brand here in the Colonies.  So instead we got the Cornetto's American cousin the King Cone, or as the Brattle called them, "Faux-Nettos."


Wright, Pegg and Frost were in terrifically good spirits, especially considering that they had just flown in that morning from Austin, Texas where the Alamo Drafthouse had thrown a similar event.  They gave us some great insights into the film, including how they chose to deal with ideas like the individual vs. the collective ("It's our basic human right to be fuck ups!") and living in perpetual adolescence ("It's actually easier to deal with aliens than the fact that you're old or the town is shit.").  They also hilariously dispelled one fan's notion that Shaun was secretly full of Deer Hunter references, an idea that seemed to stem primarily from the fact that Shaun eventually wears a red headband.  Pegg even told the story of how he and Frost first became friends: they were out to dinner with a group of people and Frost was at the opposite end of the table, playing with the salt shaker and imitating the beeping noises of the little black wheeled droid on the Death Star that Chewie sends skittering down the hallway.  Nobody else knew what he was doing except for Pegg, who described the feeling by singing, "Take My Breath Away."

So my hat is off to the Brattle for putting in the extra hard work to make it a stellar night, and thankfully The World's End is more than deserving of their efforts.  This is easily one of my favorite movies of the summer and something that I simply cannot wait to own and watch again and again and again.

Fingers crossed for a badass Cornetto Triogy box set on Blu-ray.


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Title: The World's End
Director: Edgar Wright
Starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Martin Freeman, Paddy Considine, Eddie Marsan, Rosamund Pike, Rafe Spall
Year Of Release: 2013
Viewing Method: Theatrical - Brattle Theater

Cornetto Week: INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS (1978) Headlines The "Alternate Universe Cornetto Trilogy"


"Well why not a space flower?  Why do we always expect metal ships?"
Alright, so this one is a bit of a cheat in that I watched it over a month ago, but it was part of the Brattle's Cornetto festivities so I'm counting it anyway.  You see, not only did the Brattle program the Cornetto Trilogy triple feature, but they also took it upon themselves to select an "Alternate Universe Cornetto Trilogy" on the preceding day - three films that acted as spiritual companions to Edgar Wright's three part comedic genre opus.  So yes, I spent back-to-back days at the Brattle watching a double triple feature.

Two of the films I was already very familiar with, but I'd yet to see either of them in a theater.  First up was the one I was most excited about, Peter Jackson's Dead Alive.  If you're unfamiliar with this absurdly quotable New Zealand zombie gore-fest, man are you missing out.  Dead Alive was a favorite of my high school A/V Crew, a movie that we had in our library of VHS tapes and played frequently after school or between classes.  It's the tale of Lionel, a wimpy guy whose wealthy and overbearing mother gets bitten by a Sumatran rat monkey (rendered in grotesque stop-motion animation) and quickly morphs into a sort of zombified demon corpse.  However, feeling guilty because she was attacked while he was on a date with the local shopkeeper, Lionel decides to hide her and an increasing number of victims in his basement while attempting to care for them so word doesn't get out around town.  The film is equal parts disgusting and hysterical, utilizing buckets of blood and viscera splattered every which way until every inch of the frame is dripping red.  The practical effects work is cartoonishly charming and by the time there's a demonic infant on the loose that is clearly a little person running around in baby pajamas and a rubber mask, I defy you not to have fallen in love with Dead Alive while simultaneously marveling that this is the same Oscar winning Peter Jackson who gave us the Lord Of The Rings trilogy.

In lieu of Hot Fuzz, we were treated to one of Danny Butterman's favorites, Michael Bay's Bad Boys II.  It's hardly what I would call a "good movie" and I probably would have preferred Danny's other action classic Point Break (directed by fellow Oscar winner Katherine Bigelow) but I understand the choice.  While the tale of an FBI agent undercover with a gang of surfing bank robbers in U.S. President masks is easily the better flick, it lacks that buddy cop dynamic that's such a crucial component of Hot Fuzz.  Still, if you're a fan of utterly mindless shoot outs and vehicular destruction on a massive scale, it's hard to top Bad Boys II.

Finally, our World's End surrogate was the 1978 version of Invasion Of The Body Snatchers starring Donald Sutherland and Donald Sutherland's giant hair as a health inspector who discovers that people are becoming replaced with vacant, dead-eyed alien replicas.  I remember reading Robert Heinlein's The Puppet Masters as a kid and hearing numerous comparisons between the two - there was even a film version of that book that also featured a much older Sutherland.  In Puppet Masters the aliens are actually parasitic creatures that use humans as hosts, so I was somehow under the impression that Body Snatchers was the same, but the truth is far creepier.  The film's fantastic opening depicts the alien organisms traveling through space "on solar winds," entering our atmosphere and blanketing the earth through condensation.  The world's plant life is covered in alien tendrils that soon sprout flowers capable of duplicating sleeping humans through giant pods.  The whole thing is actually played fairly subtle for a while, with omnipresent webs of wispy tendrils often visible in the background even before we start discovering the pod people.  And the actual pods themselves are really fun to watch; at one point Sutherland falls asleep in a rooftop garden and we see a Sutherland-faced flower fetus taking shape next to him.

Jeff Goldblum is there doing Jeff Goldblum things, as is familiar "that lady" Veronica Cartwright, probably best known as "Not Sigourney Weaver" from Alien.  But the one who really threw me for a loop was Leonard Fucking Nimoy as a famous psychiatrist.  I have big love for Nimoy (a fellow Boston native) due to my many years as a Trekkie, but I'll admit that I'm largely unfamiliar with his work outside the context of the U.S.S. Enterprise.  I know that after Star Trek went off the air in 1969 he had some trouble shaking off the image of Mr. Spock in the public consciousness, despite experiencing some moderate success with two seasons of Mission: Impossible.  He even wrote a book called "I Am Not Spock", a title which helped foster the misconception that he actually hated Star Trek despite the fame it gave him.  I understand that impulse as an actor, as success in Hollywood can often be a double edged sword.  Once you gain notoriety for a role as iconic as Spock it becomes hard for audiences to accept you as anything else - they're just sitting there watching you in another movie thinking, "Hey look, that's Spock!"  Within that in mind, Body Snatchers was kind of a brilliant move for Nimoy at the time.  The heavy sci-fi subject matter and the fact that he's playing a largely cerebral psychoanalyst actually makes those Spock associations work in his favor, and when his character makes a dark turn late in the film it gets even better - now he's Evil Spock!  Body Snatchers is the last film Nimoy made before returning to Starfleet in Star Trek: The Motion Picture and in a way that's kind of a shame.  I'm curious where his career might have gone and what kind of movies Nimoy would have made without Star Trek to fall back on.  He eventually got into directing (Three Men And A Baby!) but that stemmed largely from his success helming Star Trek III and IV, the latter of which was the most successful Star Trek movie of all time until J.J. Abrams showed up.

Body Snatchers obviously had a huge influence on The World's End.  The idea of aliens who show up and replace/imitate humans is hardly special to Philip Kaufman's 1978 film, which is itself a remake of a 1956 film starring the great Kevin McCarthy, who also appears in this version.  But the specific imagery of Kaufman's iteration is unmistakable in the third Cornetto film.  The last shot of Body Snatchers is probably the single most memorable image of the whole film (I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it, because it really is pretty great) and it's something that Wright utilizes throughout the film as the robots' signature attack move.

The Alternate Universe Cornetto Trilogy was a perfect warm up act to the main attraction, and part of what inspired me to ask Wright, Pegg and Frost for more viewing suggestions at their Q&A the following day.  Looking back, I'm really glad that I did, as a week of movies that so clearly helped shape the minds of those three talented Brits really gave me a whole new appreciation for The World's End on my second viewing.  None of these movies are requirements in order to enjoy the final flavor of Cornetto, but if you have the time and the opportunity to give some of them a look, I promise it will only enhance your experience.

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Title: Invasion Of The Body Snatchers
Director: Philip Kaufman
Starring: Donald Sutherland, Brooke Adams, Jeff Goldblum, Veronica Cartwright, Leonard Nimoy, Kevin McCarthy
Year Of Release: 1978
Viewing Method: Theatrical - Brattle Theater






August 23, 2013

Cornetto Week: Try To Escape THE EXTERMINATING ANGEL


"My feet have swollen."
Edgar Wright mentioned this movie during the Q&A following The World's End as a movie he'd seen years ago and had always stuck with him.  It's easy to see why.  The Exterminating Angel is a super weird Spanish language film about twenty guests at a fancy dinner party who, for reasons that are never particularly explained, find themselves unable to leave the hosts' parlor, while the local authorities are unable to enter the house to rescue them.  The room becomes a metaphysical prison of sorts - it's not as if there's some kind of force field in place, and they don't get electrocuted or something if they try to step through the doorway.  Any attempt to exit simply fills the guests with dread and discomfort, so they find some reason to stay put, even though they really want to leave.

I'll be totally honest, I was fucking exhausted when I watched this movie and I'm pretty sure I drifted off at one point, so take from that what you will, but this wasn't exactly the most engaging of films.  First of all, there are twenty goddamn dinner guests and they're all in borderline identical formalwear, so aside from a few exceptions it's extremely difficult to keep everyone straight.  The drama is also somewhat undermined by the time shifts that take place - there's no use of time lapse or montage to denote the passage of time, so a character will suddenly mention that it's 5:00 AM and you're left scratching your head saying, "Wait, weren't they just eating dinner like ten minutes ago?"  And because, for a long stretch early on, nobody seems concerned or uncomfortable with the fact that they're all still loitering around this couple's house long after they should have gone home, it takes a long time before there's real tension among the guests.  Things get more interesting once days have passed and they start running out of stuff like food and water, but the lack of any active malevolent force or puzzle for them to solve in order to regain their freedom makes for a lot of time spent watching people sit around panicking in no particular direction.  And when they do finally free themselves, their saving grace seems almost arbitrary.

I get why Wright mentioned The Exterminating Angel in connection to The World's End.  At the first sign of trouble in Newton Haven, Gary King and friends should have just called it quits and gotten the hell out of dodge.  But they stubbornly stick with it, making it a bit like the pub crawl that nobody is allowed to leave.  That being said, the connection is more than a bit tenuous.  This one will hardly enhance your viewing experience the same way that Drunken Master or Riki-Oh will.

Then again, I did fall asleep a bit in the middle.


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Title: The Exterminating Angel
Director: Luis Bunuel
Starring: Silvia Pinal, Enrique Rambal, Claudio Brook, Jose Baviera, Augusto Benedico, Antonio Bravo
Year Of Release: 1962
Viewing Method: Digital Copy (TV)




August 21, 2013

Cornetto Week: Anticipating Morbid Reunions With THE BIG CHILL


"We took a secret vote.  We're not leaving.  We're never leaving."
This might seem an odd choice for Cornetto Week, but not only was The Big Chill explicitly called out as an influence by both Wright and Pegg, it also played as the matinee feature before the Brattle's Cornetto triple feature.  The first act of World's End largely centers around Pegg's Gary King rounding up his childhood friends and convincing them all to return with him to their home town.  Most of them haven't seen each other in years and the way their relationships echo or differ from those of their younger selves is not only what drives much of the action, it's also some of the strongest stuff in the film.  It's easy to draw a parallel to the similar group dynamic in The Big Chill, however the entire time I was watching the film, my thoughts were pulled in a slightly different direction.

I have two groups of very close friends: there's the guys I went to high school with and there's Noteworthy, my college a cappella group.  Fortunately we all stay in touch pretty regularly - the high school guys usually get together around the holidays when people are home visiting family and the college folks actually stage a Noteworthy reunion in a different location every year.  Now that we're all entering our 30's, we're also finding new reasons for everyone to get together.  Two weeks ago I traveled to New York for the wedding of my high school buddy Rob, while the Noteworthy crew has now seen four members get married and one baby born, with another arriving in about two months time.  These are always joyous occasions and whenever I spend quality time with either group, I always find myself overwhelmed with a sense of comfort and bliss to have everyone in the same room once again.  But the time is approaching when that simple pleasure will no longer be possible, and we'll find ourselves gathering to bid a final goodbye to one of our own.

Lawrence Kasdan's The Big Chill depicts just such on occurrence, as a group of seven now-grown college friends attend the funeral for the eighth member of their clan after he commits suicide.  The group ends up spending the weekend in a large summer house, taking stock of their lives while falling into the old patterns and rhythms that forged their bond of friendship all those years ago.  Old wounds are reopened, unrealized affections resurface and that which had gone unspoken is finally given a voice.  It's not a film where a lot "happens" but nonetheless it's lovely just watching the chemistry between characters as disparate as Kevin Kline and Glenn Close's married couple, Tom Berenger's mustachioed TV star (likely modeled after a Magnum P.I.-era Tom Selleck), Mary Kay Place's lawyer with a ticking biological clock and William Hurt's impotent, drug-fueled misanthrope.  The weekend becomes a delicate tonal balancing act; one moment everyone's dancing around the kitchen while cooking dinner and the next they're all stoned on the couch, searching for meaning and reason in their friend's shocking suicide.  Fortunately it's a stellar cast, each of whom are able to handle these dramatic shifts and make them feel totally natural.  There are some things that don't entirely work on screen, among them Kevin Kline's southern accent, the weird resolution of Mary Kay Place's baby dilemma and Meg Tilly's entire character.  But for the most part these feel like minor speed bumps in what amounts to a strong character piece with an almost impossibly great soundtrack.

But it's hard for me to watch this movie without feeling a sense of dread, that it's only a matter of time until I'll be in an identical situation.  I recently found out that a girl who was in the class behind me in high school, a girl I was friends with but hadn't seen in years, had passed away from melanoma.  Shockingly enough, she's actually the third member of that class to die since graduating a little over 11 years ago.  That's a fact I can barely wrap my head around, but it's also something I should probably start getting used to.  Granted I'm sure there will be many more birthdays, weddings and babies than there will be funerals in the next decade or so, but slowly, imperceptibly the tide will turn.  A car accident, a cancer scare, a sudden heart attack...these are the things that come without warning and, quite frankly, scare the hell out of me.  What will it be like when these people who I've always considered to be family are suddenly no longer around?  How will that change the dynamics between those of us who remain?  As I mentioned, my two circles of friends still get together fairly often, but will that make it harder to easier to cope when one or more of us is gone?  It's hard to say, but it's also hard for me to imagine any of these people not being in my life anymore.

I've already experienced a small dose of this imminent future.  Almost four years ago, Noteworthy experienced its first loss in the form of Matt Starring, a talented young singer/songwriter who also served as the group's musical director.  Tragically, Starring died from leukemia at the age of 23.  Every November the members of Noteworthy now celebrate Mattsgiving, where we don red Chucks and gather together in Boston, Los Angeles and New York to remember our friend who we lost far, far too soon.  I couldn't be there for his funeral, something I've always felt bad about, so I've yet to live through the particular scenario that Kasdan brings to life, with the sense of fresh pain and immediate emptiness surrounded and sometimes hidden by laughter, music and a lot of drugs and alcohol.  But it's coming.  I can already start to see it taking shape over the horizon, like a foreboding harbinger of melancholy and overcompensation.

In the meantime, all I can do is look at the friends around me and savor every second of their company and camaraderie for as long as the universe will allow it.


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Title: The Big Chill
Director: Lawrence Kasdan
Starring: Kevin Kline, Glenn Close, Tom Berenger, William Hurt, Mary Kay Place, JoBeth Williams, Jeff Goldblum, Meg Tilly
Year Of Release: 1983
Viewing Method: Netflix DVD




August 20, 2013

Cornetto Week: RIKI-OH: THE STORY OF RICKY Is A Demented Miracle


"You've got a lot of guts, Oscar!"
Yes, the picture above shows a prison inmate using his own intestines to strangle the main character.  And the pull quote is what the assistant prison warden says in response to that action.

Consider that your litmus test.  If this isn't your particular brand of awesome, turn back now.

Riki-Oh: The Story Of Ricky was Edgar Wright's suggestion and I will be eternally grateful to him for making me aware of this movie's existence.  The title sounded vaguely familiar when he said called it out, but in truth I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into.  As previously mentioned, I started watching this the previous night, but once I got through the first two scenes I knew that this was a movie whose sheer and total lunacy had to be shared with at least one other person, as opposed to watching it all by my lonesome.  Fortunately Warren O'Reilly, my partner-in-crime for Lawrence Of Arabia, was on hand to witness the violent glory that is Riki-Oh.

I almost have no idea how to describe just how fucking great this movie truly is.  It's adapted from a series of manga books set in a dystopian future in which global warming has devastated much of the planet and crime is on the rise worldwide, while major corporations have taken over many public institutions like the prison system.  The movie ignores the post-apocalyptic elements in order to keep the focus on the prison, which is where we meet our hero Ricky Ho,* a young man with superhuman strength who's been put in prison for the murder of a drug dealer who both killed his girlfriend and then put five bullets in Ricky's chest, bullets which Ricky refuses to have removed because, "[they're] souvenirs."  Immediately upon arriving in prison he's faced with both ruthless gangs and the corrupt administrators who spend their time torturing and exploiting the rest of the prison's helpless inhabitants, a number of whom seem to be in jail on technicalities or non-violent offenses.  But Ricky won't stand for their bullshit and quickly becomes the people's champion, willing to use his formidable power to take on anyone who stands in his way.

Now that all sounds pretty good, but it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of the film's utter madness.  In fact, I'm hesitant to really delve into any of the events that follow because a) the film's ability to shock and surprise you really cannot be overstated and b) any possible description I might give would never be able to do justice to the film itself.  It's the kind of thing that simply MUST BE SEEN to be believed.  What I will say is that Ricky Oh is one badass motherfucker.  There is only a very slight supernatural element here, on par with a Jedi knight's manipulation of the Force but without all the telekinesis or Jedi mind tricks.  Ricky essentially has the strength to punch and kick through solid objects, and while you might think I'm talking about stuff like walls and doors, I'm also talking about stomachs and faces.

Needless to say, this is not a movie for the squeamish.  Director Ngai Choi Lam utilizes endless gallons of blood, piles of rubber and/or animal intestines and even a few well placed mannequins.  It's cheesy to be sure, but it's also incredibly charming.  Yes, the physical effects are all super cheap, but the completely ridonkulous ways in which they're being utilized are so fucking hilariously demented that it actually enhances the experience.  If this stuff were done today with lifelike CG it would be seriously disturbing.  I mention this in the tweets below, but it totally reminded me of the Black Knight scene from Monty Python And The Holy Grail.  The reason that scene is so great is because it's like a live-action Looney Tunes cartoon.  The guy loses all four limbs but his improbably free-standing torso is still trying to goad Arthur into a fight.  The same kind of things happen frequently in Riki-Oh (one character loses both arms and his jaw but is still able to use his shoulders to prop up the giant steel ceiling that's being lowered down in an effort to crush him) but the difference is that here the violence is not played for laughs.  That's not to say it isn't funny, (it's fucking HILARIOUS) but the film's tone is far from slapstick.  It's deathly serious...which only serves to make the whole thing more awesome.

I dream that someday I'll find Riki-Oh playing at the Brattle or Coolidge Corner and I'll be lucky enough to see it in a packed house, as this is a movie that cries out for a crowd of laughing, screaming film fans.  But above all else, the biggest compliment I can pay Riki-Oh is that it's not only the kind of movie I'm definitely going to revisit many, MANY times, but it's the kind of movie that I simply cannot wait to share with other people.  When someone tells me that they've never seen it, I will happily sit them down on my couch and fire up my Netflix, and I will be insanely jealous that I'll never again get the chance to experience what it's like to watch Riki-Oh for the very first time.

That's the mark of something truly special.


*He was originally named Riki-Oh in the graphic novels and while that name remains the film's title, the actual character's name was changed for reasons that will baffle me for years to come.

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Live-tweets follow below, but I'd implore you not to read them if you haven't seen the movie before.  Trust me, this is a film that's best seen with absolutely no foreknowledge of what's to come.  For the same reason, I'm not embedding a trailer at the bottom because everything I found just gave away all the best parts of the movie.




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Title: Riki-Oh: The Story Of Ricky
Director: Ngai Choi Lam
Starring: Siu-Wong Fan, Mei Sheng Fan, Ka-Kui Ho, Chi-Leung Chan, Tetsuro Tanba, Gloria Yip, Phillip Kwok
Year Of Release: 1991
Viewing Method: Netflix Instant - TV