Posts Tagged ‘Horror’

MOVIE: World War Z (2013)

July 30, 2013

wwzWell, you know.  It’s a zombie movie.  And the more zombie movies I see, the more I’m beginning to realize there’s really only so much you can do with a zombie movie.  This one is no exception (which is a pity, because I will say the novel was absolutely an exception).

The one thing sort of unique about World War Z, a film about one man’s quest to save the world by flying all over the place looking for clues and getting other people killed a bunch, was the sheer number of zombies involved.  The scenes in which we see them piling up on each other — hundreds, thousands swarming like bees on a hive.  That wasn’t something I’d seen before and I found it pretty effectively horrifying.

The rest of this movie?  Even that one scene with the Israeli girl on the airplane?  Meh, seen it.  (Though apparently the guy behind me in the theater hadn’t — his reaction was a guffaw of shocked, inappropriate laughter, which is always an interesting reaction to such things.  Poor gent.)

By the end of the movie, I was really rooting hard for Brad Pitt’s character to make it, not because I felt anything for him at all — merely in the hopes the last man alive on the planet Earth besides him might end up being a barber, and then we could have this awesome final scene in which someone (anyone!) cut Pitt’s completely ridiculous looking hair, as the swarms of zombies began to heap their way into the salon.  Final moment:  the sound of clippers.  AND SCREAMS.

Mua ha ha ha ha!

Recommended to zombie movie fans, because zombie fans have to watch this movie whether they want to or not (sorry, fellas).  But for others merely looking for compelling walking dead drama, you’ll find better fare elsewhere.  28 Days Later is a good place to start.

[Prequeue at Netflix | Watch trailer]

Genre:  Zombie, Horror
Cast: Brad Pitt, Mireille Enos, Matthew Fox, Eric Weston, David Morse, James Badge Dale, Elyes Gabel

2012 Mini-Review Wrap Up: The Twelve Best Exotic Marigold War Horse Chimpanzees!

February 12, 2013

I was all set to write my last catch-up review for 2012 (finally!) when I realized I actually had FOUR still pending.  Dude!  I want to tell you about The Hobbit and this great book I just read instead!  So, here’s a quick end to 2012 for you!

BOOK:  The Twelve by Justin Cronin.

This book is the sequel to Cronin’s vamp apocalypse novel The Passage, and it’s part two of a planned trilogy.  That I think I’ve officially given up on.  I enjoyed The Passage, but for a few minor complaints, and I reread it right before I read this one last December and enjoyed it the second time too.  But The Twelve is, put simply, a bloated disaster of epic proportions.  Not only does it flip around in time way too much (pick a timeline, already!), but it has waaaay too many wholly unnecessary subplots and characters.  It’s easily 200 pages too long — something a good editor should’ve done something about — and while I liked certain elements of it (like the whole Red Eye population of semi-civilized half-vamps), and I read the whole damn thing, I spent most of it frustrated and and increasingly short on patience.  When I was done, despite the exciting ramp-up there at the end, I felt pretty done.  No interest in part three whatsoever, unless Cronin hires a new editor and the reviews are spectacular.  I’m still glad I read it — there were things I wanted to know and now I know them.  But another gazillion messy pages just won’t be worth the time for the resolution.  I feel resolved enough as it is.  Genre: Horror.  [Buy it]

The Best Exotic Marigold HotelMOVIE: The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2012)

I watched this movie with my mother, who had never seen Dev Patel in anything and is now a believer!  That boy is so damn adorable!  (I made her watch Slumdog Millionaire as soon as we were done, naturally.)  The cast of this film is astounding — not just good ol’ Dev, but also Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy, and Tom Wilkinson, and though it’s weighted down in parts with a touch too much cheese, the joy of getting to see all these people in the same movie more than makes up for the tummy ache.  Each character has a unique, authentic personality (with the exception, possibly, of Maggie Smith, who is always the same character in everything these days and who goes from astounding racist to lover of all things Indian awfully abruptly), and each takes a journey into their “outsourced retirement” that comes to a satisfying conclusion.  Wilkinson’s subplot was particularly touching, and I really, really want to be Judi Dench’s character when I grow up.  This is a delightful film, and a great one to watch with your Mom! Cast:  Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton, Tom Wilkinson, Celia Imrie, Dev Patel. [Netflix it | Buy it]

MOVIE: War Horse (2012)

I haven’t seen the play this film was based on, so it’s possible it wasn’t really Spielberg’s fault, but dudes, horses, as wonderful and intelligent as they are, are not, in fact, people in animal suits.  The anthropomorphizing in this movie really got in the way of my ability to enjoy it, and Spielberg’s penchant for overwhelmingly artificial sweetness just left both me and my Mom feeling kind of beyuck in general when we were done.  Gorgeous visuals, and both Mom and I are suckers for movies about horses — one of the passions we both shared as little girls.  But this one’s a dud, start to finish.  Cast: Emily Watson, David Thewlis, Peter Mullan, Tom Hiddleston, Jeremy Irvine, Benedict Cumberbatch.  [Netflix it | Buy it]

MOVIE: Chimpanzee (2012)

This Disney documentary follows the life of an adorable li’l baby chimp named Oscar.  As most animal documentaries do, it begins with the death of the protagonist’s mother, and has kind of a predictable arc that follows.  But the way in which Oscar overcomes his challenge — is truly fascinating and unexpected (in short, he’s taken in not by the other female chimps, who universally reject him despite his near-unbearable cuteness, but instead by the male leader of the group — an incredibly rare thing in the world of chimps and a totally unplanable stroke of luck for the filmmakers).  The scenery can’t be beat, and though I suppose you can accuse this movie of anthropomorphization as well, it feels different when its our closest animal relations, you know what I mean?  Go ahead and call that cute baby boy Oscar.  I’m game.  This would be a great film for kids — though since it involves the death of a mom, you might not want to go too young on this one.  Chimpanzees are so damn cool.  For reals.  Recommended!  [Netflix it | Buy it]

Up next, we enter the present at long last, and there is a return of the Boyfriends!  BELIEVE IT!


[Netflix it | Buy it]

Genre:  Comedy
Cast:  Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton, Tom Wilkinson, Celia Imrie, Dev Patel

MOVIE: The Possession (2012)

January 24, 2013

possessThis movie, about a little girl who buys an ornate wooden box at a garage sale only to find it, and then herself, possessed by a Jewish demon called a Dybbuk, is really, really silly.  Though I will say this is the first Jewish exorcist movie I’ve ever seen, after a long, long list of Catholic ones, so props for originality for that, I suppose.  (Also, I like how Jewish demons turn little girls into cute little emo goths instead of making them look all gross with vomit all over them and stringy hair and stuff.  That makes Jewish demons seem way classier than Catholic ones somehow.)

This movie is based on a true story, by the way — at least, inasmuch as some Jewish people believe Dybbuk boxes (boxes that contain demons and are sold at garage sales) truly exist.  Oh, you really, really silly people.  (Though, I suppose if I wake up tomorrow speaking in tongues after having insulted a Dybbuk, we’ll know who the REAL really, really silly person was. . . Ha ha, sorry, Dybbuk demon dude!  I’m totes just joshin’ witcha!)

I love Jeffrey Dean Morgan (obviously), but not even his cute little dimpled smile could save this movie from drowning in a self-made vat of dreck (instant dreck: just add dreck!).  Though, for the record, I wasn’t really expecting it to be any good.  I just really, really like that cute little dimpled smile.  Ah, me.  Talk about really, really silly. . .

[Netflix it | Buy it (no, don’t)]

Genre: Horror, Crap
Cast:  Natasha Calis, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Kyra Sedgwick, Grant Show, Madison Davenport

MOVIE: Grave Encounters (2011)

June 5, 2012

While continuing to procrastinate on finishing up the first Boyfriend of the Week write-up for 2012 (I know, I know — I’m getting lamer by the year!), I happened upon this film on Netflix’s Watch Instantly service, loaded it up with my Roku, and spent an additional 90 minutes NOT working on the Boyfriend.  You know, the thing you ACTUALLY want to read about.  Ha ha ha, ha. Ha.  Sorry.

The good news, though, is that despite the fact this low-budget flick had all the earmarks of unwatchable dreck (check out that cheesy cover, for example!), I ended up really enjoying it.  I’ve always had a thing for ghost movies, first of all, and though it’s a shameless rip-off of The Blair Witch Project set in a shamelessly cliche location for a ghost movie (old abandoned psychiatric hospital, yawn), the filmmakers somehow managed to make Grave Encounters both entertaining and (occasionally, anyway) authentically unnerving.  There’s a reason old abandoned psychiatric hospitals are a frequent setting for creepy ghost movies, after all, and that reason is that they are FOR SERIOUS CREEPY.

The movie is about a group of reality TV peeps who recently began a Ghost Hunters-style cable TV show.  The story opens with the producer informing us that after filming their 6th episode, the group disappeared, leaving behind only their raw footage, which has now been spliced together for us so we will never forget the brave ghost hunters who came before.  Or something like that.

Then begins the footage.  The group has arrived at ye olde abandoned psychiatric hospital, and they quickly decide to begin the episode with an interview of the building’s caretaker (condemned buildings have caretakers?), who tells them there’s been a long history of ghost sightings in the building ever since the hospital closed down decades ago when a group of the patients, many of whom were psychotic criminals, broke free and killed the hospital’s director.

After some additional introduction, including a scene in which they offer to pay a Hispanic groundskeeper (condemned buildings have groundskeepers?) money if he’ll say on camera he’s seen a ghost there himself, the group heads inside and has the caretaker lock them in.  The plan?  To spend the entire night trapped in the haunted hospital, filming whatever spooky things they can find. (The question?  What kind of crazy hospital has a front door that gets locked from the outside?)  (No, no, don’t ask questions.  Questions only get in the way.  Sorry.  Just ignore me.)

Our intrepid ghost hunters, as it turns out, don’t actually believe in ghosts.  They spend most of the early hours joking around and wishing they could at least get something WEIRD on camera, and, failing that, if they might be able to manufacture something weird instead.  (This is the moment when I muttered under my breath something along the lines of “Be careful what you wish for, dopes.”)  Sure enough, not long after that discussion, strange things begin to befall the crowd.  Followed shortly by things not so much “strange” as, like, “downright terrifying, WHERE IS MY MOMMY?”  Doors slam shut.  One of their crew disappears and reappears later completely crazed out of his mind.  An invisible hand tousles one of the women’s hair.

And then, you know, people start to die.  (Spoiler?  Shut up — they tell us nobody survived in the first five minutes, you guys!)

The group immediately tries to make its way back to the front door, in the hopes they’ll be able to unlock it and get out.  But the hospital is enormous and they keep getting turned around.  Or so they think!  As the night progresses, it becomes clear that something in the hospital is altering their perceptions so that the building continues to change with every turn they take.  By the end of the film, there’s only one dude left.  One dude with one flashlight.  One dude with one flashlight whose batteries just died.  Oops.

There are, of course, pa-LENTY of hokey moments in this movie, including a scene in which a bunch of huge black ghostly hands shoot out of the walls, something that looked so ridiculously fake, I wished they’d saved the dough on the CGI and put it to use somewhere else (craft services, perhaps).  That said, though, overall, this was a pretty entertaining little flick.  The acting was passable and there were, believe it or not, a few scenes that were truly spooksville.  I did spend a LOT of time yelling at the characters (Really?  Ghosts of dead patients are showing up and killing your friends, so you think a great place to hide is right next to the bath tub where you’ve already been told a woman committed suicide?  NICE WORK, MORON!), but I also felt kind of sorry when they all died horrible deaths.  So, you know, that tells you something.

All in all, well worth a gander if you have access to Netflix’s streaming movies.  You could do a lot worse, that’s for sure.  And hey, filmmakers?  I think we’re all pretty much done with the whole “found footage” gimmick.  It was done fairly well here, surprise, surprise, but the chances of YOU (yeah — you over there) doing it fairly well yourself are really, really low.  Let’s retire that one.  Move on to something else.  What?  I don’t know.  (He’s on third, and I don’t give a damn.)

Recommended!  Sort of!

[Netflix it (streaming or DVD)]

Genre:  Horror, Ghost
Cast: Sean Rogerson, Juan Riedinger, Ashleigh Gryzko, Mackenzie Gray, Arthur Corber

MOVIE: Girly (1970)

March 29, 2012

For many years, our friends have invited a gang of us over to their house for St. Patrick’s Day to eat corned beef, drink lots of beer, and watch one of the god-awful installments of the god-awful horror movie series, Leprechaun.

We ran out of those a couple of years back, and another awesome set of friends have since stepped in to assist by bringing equally hilariously crappy films to any gathering they’re able to attend themselves.  This year’s St. Patty’s day flick?  This 1970 British satire/horrorfest, titled, Mumsy, Nanny, Sonny & Girly in the UK and renamed to simply Girly when it crossed the pond (because, of course, here in the sex-obsessed US, what’s going to sell this picture is a shot of Vanessa Howard in a Lolita-style outfit on the DVD cover — Mumsy and Nanny, nuthin’).

The movie is about what, at first glance, looks like a posh British family, living in an enormous estate surrounded by tons of beautiful land.  As the full title suggests, the family consists of the mom, a nanny, and a son and daughter.  Based on how the two kids are dressed, in school uniforms you typically see on young’uns, you’d think they were in their early teens.  But as the film progresses, it becomes clear they’re actually much older, maybe even in their 20s, wearing kid-like uniforms for far more nefarious (not to mention freaky) purposes than boarding school.

The family’s favorite past-time is sending Girly and Sonny out to local parks to look for “Friends.”  As the movie opens, for example, the “kids” have just met a drunk passed out on a park bench and invited him home for tea.  Once in the house, however, Friend learns quickly the invitation was not as gracious as he imagined.  He’s instructed he must follow “the rules,” and when he fails, he’s promptly taken out back and killed.  Golly!  That’ll teach you to take a second crumpet, you uncouth heathen!

Frustrated that Friend didn’t last too long, Girly and Sonny next go after a couple they encounter leaving a shindig late one evening.  They flirt and giggle and somehow manage to talk the couple into joining them at the park.  Using peer pressure to get the woman up on the slide, Sonny pulls her leg, making her fall to her death (apparently, falling six feet is all it takes to kill you in England, where they have more gravity) (um, or something).  The man, though, is so wasted he is easily convinced by Girly that it was his fault she died.  The three pick up the woman’s body and take it back to the estate house, ostensibly to hide it.

“New Friend,” as the man is soon dubbed, finds himself trapped in the house by threats of turning him into the authorities for murder.  When he’s told about the “rules,” he does his best to conform to them, getting sucked into bizarre play dates with Sonny and Girly (Cowboys and Indians, playing store, etc.) and he soon realizes his role is as the patriarch of the family in what he’s discovered is essentially an elaborate and creepy game of “house.”

New Friend, though, isn’t as dumb as the Friends that preceded him, and he soon discovers all the women in the family are jealous of each other.  He decides to turn the game on them, sleeping with each one in turn in an attempt to drive one or all of them into a murderous rage.  And, of course, it works — brilliantly.  Women.  Sheesh.

Though we were laughing a lot at this film, not just because it’s awfully silly at times, but also because it’s so damn weird, thinking back on it the next day, I realized it was actually sort of brilliant too.  Though it fizzles out toward the end, the bulk of it is a pretty sharp satire of British royal life and the crumbling fantasy of the British “Empire.”  It’s also shot beautifully and cleverly and I wasn’t at all surprised to discover the director was Freddie Francis, who has won two Academy Awards for cinematography in his time.

The other thing I really liked about it is that all the gore and most of the sex takes place off-screen and in innuendo.  If someone is killed on-screen, the shot focuses in on the killer, not the victim, and there’s even a masterfully shot scene featuring what we’re left to assume is a head boiling in a pot — Francis pulls the camera in closer and closer slowly, only to not QUITE reach the angle we’d need to see inside.  Pretty clever, as is a lot of the dialogue, peppered with twisted nursery rhymes and lots of wildly inappropriate pseudo-baby-talk.

All in all, this is an entertaining rental that will definitely make you think. (Though what you end up thinking is likely to be something along the lines of, “Man, those Brits sure are whack.”)  Recommended!

[Netflix it | View trailer | Buy it]

Genre:  Horror
Cast: Vanessa Howard, Michael Bryant, Ursula Howells, Pat Heywood, Howard Trevor

MOVIE: Killer Party (1986)

March 23, 2012

Phoebe, Vivia, and Jennifer are best friends who have just started college together.  When the other two decide to pledge a sorority, Jennifer reluctantly agrees to go along with them, despite the fact she’s A) not into it; and B) seriously spooked by the abandoned frat house next door to the sorority’s digs.

Jennifer’s willies about the house only increase when it turns out their Hell Night, the night of their initiation into the Greek system, is going to take place in said abandoned spookhouse, a house they’ve recently learned was condemned years ago after a fraternity pledge named Allen was killed by a hazing ritual accident involving a guillotine (note to pledges:  just say no to drugs and operational French execution devices).

Jennifer gets a little dose of satisfaction when, right in the middle of their own hazing (which involves things like having egg yolks dropped into their mouths to see who can catch the most — sorry, fellas, no naked boobs or spankings), the girls begin to hear scary noises and the door locks and spooky smoke starts to pour into the room and PANIC PANIC PANIC!  Though they’d been ribbing her for weeks about her paranoia, it turns out Jen was right!  And now they’re all gonna die!  Darn it, we should’ve listened to you, Jen!  Especially when you started twitching and talking smack in that super weird demon voice of yours!  Och, will we never learn?!

Luckily, PSYCH!, it’s just a prank — put together by Vivia, no less.  She would’ve been booted from the sorority right then and there, too, if it weren’t for the fact the house is planning an April Fool’s party this year and they want Viv to repeat the prank for the frat boys they invite (payback for a prank the boys had committed against them earlier that involved unleashing a bunch of bees on them while they were hanging out naked in a hot tub together — there’s your boob scene, lads).

Naturally, the April Fool’s party is also being held at the abandoned house.  And also naturally, people have started disappearing — they go into the house and they never come back out.  That has a few unnerved, but when the gang gets through all the party prep alive, the plan continues forward.  The night of the bash, though, Vivia’s prank goes all wrong when the guys beat her to the punch line, and meanwhile, more and more bodies start to pile up, this time not disappearing, but confronting the young’uns right before they themselves get sliced and diced.

After a handful of kids get killed off, suddenly, what started out as a standard 80s slasher film does a 90 degree turn in the whacko direction, morphing from slasher flick into a bizarre Evil Dead meets The Exorcist thingamagger that made me laugh out loud.

Not, I’m sorry to report, on purpose.  (Oh, that’s a lie — I’m not a bit sorry to report that.)

Thing is, despite the movie’s ridiculous ending — not to mention its ridiculous beginning and middle — I was actually kind of impressed by this film.  For one thing, there’s a surprising amount of character development; the filmmakers really took the time to establish unique personalities for each of the three main characters, and even though those personalities weren’t terribly original (the nerd, the princess, the (relatively speaking) sage), that’s definitely a lost art in horror movies these days.

The murders don’t even start up right away; instead, the first-third of the flick focuses on the girls getting settled into college life, making friends, getting boyfriends and losing them, etc.  By the end, then, we have a real sense of who everyone is and who we’re rooting for (note: anyone but Jennifer).  This is an important step that a lot of horror movies just skip nowadays, making it all but impossible for the audience to give a rip about who lives and who dies.

Likewise, the ending, which at first made me groan (what the WHAT?!) had a nice little secondary twist I thought was pretty sharp.  I mean, sure, it’s nothing you won’t see coming, and it’s kind of a rip-off of Halloween Whatever Number That Was.  But for 1986, it’s not too shabby.  The murder scenes are almost completely blood-free too, which is unusual and sort of refreshing for a film of that era (80s gore scenes invariably look pretty lame anyway), though, of course they do still feature the trademark heavy breathing whenever shot from the perspective of the killer.  I mean, as you know, all slashers are gaspy mouth-breathers, mask or no mask.  And, as you also know, some traditions gotta be respected.

The film’s opening scene, a clear homage to Michael Jackson’s Thriller video, complete with a movie within a music video (within a movie), was also pretty clever, and did a good job introducing the movie’s initial “college comedy” feel.

Overall, though Killer Party is VERY 80s (oy, the cheese!  oy, the hair!), it’s also a surprisingly entertaining little flick.  Nothing brilliant, and certainly it doesn’t come anywhere close to the classics of the genre, but for a sorority slasher, it’s a pretty rewarding rental.  Recommended!

[View trailer | Rent from Scarecrow Video (Seattle peeps)]

Genre:  Horror
Cast:  Martin Hewitt, Elaine Wilkes, Sherry Willis-Burch, Joanna Johnson, Paul Bartel

MOVIE: The Innkeepers (2011)

February 17, 2012

I rented this movie from Amazon Instant Video a month ago, made it about 30 minutes in, and then gave up.  It completely failed to engage me at all, due largely to lame writing and even lamer acting (especially on the part of Sara Paxton, who annoyed me from frame 1).

In the weeks since, though, I’ve come across several fairly positive reviews of it.  Despite the fact I wasn’t terribly impressed with director Ti West’s last movie, 2009’s The House of the Devil, the thumbs-mostly-up reviews got me to give it a second chance (I am fool, hear me rawr.)

This time I made it through the whole thing, but my overall take on it remained pretty much the same.  That overall take?  Is yawn.

The story is about two early 20-somethings, Claire (Paxton) and Luke, working boring, dead-end jobs as front desk clerks at the run-down Yankee Pedlar Inn.  As the film opens, the inn is about to close, and Claire and Luke are the only employees left, scheduled to stay on duty for its last 48 hours straight, trading off shifts at the front desk with shifts snoozing in a second-floor room.

They only have three guests — a mother and her little boy (who play almost no role here at all, except for a scene in which the little boy is used as a conceit to get the story of the inn’s ghost told to the audience), and a former actress, Leanne, played limply by the only recognizable actor in the picture, Kelly McGillis.

Claire is a huge fan of Leanne’s and becomes even more so when Leann tells her she’s now a psychic.  Why is that a good thing?  Because Claire and Luke like to ghost hunt, and since they’ll be working through two nights at the inn, they’ve decided this is the perfect time to try to find and communicate with the inn’s infamous ghost — a woman who died there decades ago and whose corpse was stashed in the basement for a time. Leanne can surely help them make contact, and, of course, as we all know, talking to ghosts always works out SO WELL, so it should be a great weekend, right?


The first night, while on duty as Luke watches porn upstairs on his laptop, Claire uses an EVP monitor to try to pick up on some ghostly vibes and is startled when the piano begins to play by itself.  She reports this to both Luke and Leanne, the latter doing a little psychic energy reading before warning Claire sternly not to go into the basement.

So, naturally, Claire goes straight to the basement.  The ghost is there.  Etc. etc. And the rest, as they say . . . is absolute balderdash.

Though there are some well-written banter-y scenes between Claire and Luke at times, overall, this is a pretty lamely written film.  The plot is beyond stale, and the ending takes us out with a fizzle rather than a bang.  Making matters worse, the inn itself is a dull setting — not spooky so much as just in dire need of a paint job.  The late addition of an elderly male guest who requests a specific room even though it has no furniture — “I won’t be sleeping, mua ha ha ha!” (I paraphrase) — goes so predictably I was surprised the characters themselves didn’t call it the moment he walked in the front door and hit the bell.

The one thing I did like about The Innkeepers, though, was the way both Luke and Claire continue to pursue the ghost even after several spooky incidents — and I liked this because it rang so true to me.  In most films of this type, the ghost hunters really believe in ghosts, right?  But here, it’s almost like Claire in particular — right up to the denouement — can’t believe her own eyes.  She persistently seems to think what’s happening can’t possibly really be happening.  This is why she goes to the basement — not stupidity so much as a fairly relatable sense of rational denial.

It’s not enough to save this movie from its deep pit of banality though.  West seems to like making scary movies with unusually slow pacing (for scary movies, anyway).  But in both this case and The House of the Devil, the pacing ends up being more insufferably slow than suspensefully so.  Claire and Luke have really, really boring jobs, and watching them work at their boring jobs is — guess what! — really, really boring!

Possibly worth a rental if you can find it for a few bucks after it’s left theaters.  But certainly not worth TWO rentals, like I did.  I’m THAT DUMB.  Yes, yes, I am.  Will I never learn?  Answer:  no, I apparently will persistently remain in a fairly relatable (to some of you, anyway) sense of irrational denial.  Such is life when you are dum.

[Prequeue at Netflix | Stream from Amazon]

Genre: Horror
Cast: Sara Paxton, Pat Healy, Kelly McGillis, George Riddle

MOVIE: Donner Pass (2012)

January 20, 2012

This little horror flick, which was recently recommended to me by a woman who worked with the script editor, doesn’t offer up much in the way of logic when it comes to its interpretation of what really happened to the Donner Party, but still ended up being surprisingly entertaining.

Essentially, the premise is that, way back in 1846, George Donner led his party of pioneers west into Sierra Nevada on purpose — to eat them.  He’d somehow already tasted human flesh (no explanation of where or when, but whatever), and, as we all know, once you get the taste for humans, no mere cow will do.  So, in other words, the Donner party didn’t get lost and trapped and die off slowly and then eat each other to survive — instead, Donner lured them up there, killed them one by one, and ate them to feed his “hunger.”  Think Ravenous, only with teenagers instead of Guy Pearce and the principal from Ferris Bueller.

Teenagers?  I’m getting ahead of myself.  Flash forward to modern times, and now the area around the infamous Donner Pass is a popular ski town,  full of locals who believe in this legend — and claim Donner still haunts the woods, looking for victims.

A gaggle of teenagers are heading into the area to spend the weekend at one of their party’s parents’ cabin when a big storm hits.  Just as they arrive, they’re told by one local that there’s a manhunt going on — a woman was found murdered, her body viciously torn apart, and the police have a suspect they believe he’s still in the area.

Well, you can predict, I’m sure, where this is headed.  And it goes there, and it’s no big surprise (first to die: the boozer; second: the fornicator; and so on — we’re not in for anything terribly original here).  Nevertheless, I was impressed by the quality of the filmmaking — it’s shot well for a low-budget movie and acted reasonably well too (with one unfortunate exception — SPOILER FOR FOOLS:  the person who ends up being responsible for what’s going on is so badly overacting from the opening scene on through that only a fool (see?) wouldn’t be able to figure out he was somehow involved in the first five minutes).  Plus, the story, while totally ridiculous at times, still managed to be energetic and fun.

All in all, not a bad flick to rent on a snow day.  The ambience sure was right for it.  I’m stuck at home for the second day in a row because of a huge snow and ice storm here in Seattle, and I tell you, if I run out of groceries any time soon, the husband will be the first to go.  Well, okay, maybe the cat first, the husband second.  And then I’ll have the HUNGER, so look out!

Definitely worth the three bucks  it costs to rent it from Amazon (it’s also available at Red Box, the movie’s website says) — check it out if you dig these kinds of things.  I had a surprisingly good time.

[Prequeue at Netflix | Buy/Rent at Amazon]

Genre: Horror
Cast:  Desiree Hall, Erik Stocklin, Colley Bailey, Adelaide Kane, John Kassir, Eric Pierpoint

MOVIE: Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark (2011)

January 19, 2012

I have one question for Guillermo del Toro (who co-wrote and produced this stinker) and that question is:  WTBF?  (What the bloody frak?)

This completely awful movie is about a family renovating a big old house that turns out to have, like, a portal to fairyland in the basement.  The fairies eat children’s teeth.  And sometimes whole people.

Yes, it’s a scary movie about . . . the tooth fairy.  Which is to say, it’s a NOT scary movie about . . . the tooth fairy.

WTBF, I ask again.  Considering the fact del Toro clearly had no qualms about ripping off his own film Pan’s Labyrinth for a good portion of this movie’s first half, I would’ve expected it to at least LOOK good.  But though the creatures were kind of cute — you know, for evil teeth fairies — the rest of the film’s look was boring and stale.  Spooky old house, yawn.  Spooky old garden (complete with labyrinth), yawn.  Creepy dark basement, snooze.   There’s absolutely nothing original here whatsoever, the dialogue is pure crappola, and my god, I think Katie Holmes is actually getting worse with practice instead of better.

The one saving grace, for me anyway, was that I really liked the kid.  The kid is the best actor in the entire film.  Go, kid!  Here’s hoping your next movie does not waste your time the way this one did.  Life is short — trust me.  You’ll know what I mean when you hit your 30s.  Try not to piffle it away on piffle.  LIKE I JUST DID.


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Genre:  Horror, Crap
Cast: Katie Holmes, Guy Pearce, Bailee Madison, Alan Dale, Jack Thompson, Guillermo del Toro

MOVIE: Paranormal Activity 3 (2011)

November 15, 2011

I was really surprised by how much I enjoyed the original  Paranormal Activity, and surprised even MORE when I also enjoyed Paranormal Activity 2.  But though I knew I’d have to see PA3 (compulsive completer, just ask ER), I’ve been putting it off for so long because I knew there was just nooooo way it could possibly not suck.

And, of course, I was right.  Well, I was wrong and I was right.  Lemmie ‘splain.  (“No, there is no time.  Lemmie sum up.”)

This installment focuses on Katie and Kristi when they were little girls and first encountered the entity that haunted them in PA and PA2.  While not being nearly as clever as the first two films, there are still some fairly successful “BOO!” moments in this one, and I confess when it was over I was a little sorry I’d chosen to see it on a dark and stormy night all by myself.   That little frisson of “eep!” is something I’m always seeking from horror movies and rarely finding, so this outcome is not worth nothing.  Then again, I’m kind of a sucker for ghost stories, and they’re generally a good choice when I’m feeling the urge for a spookin’ out.  Your mileage on the eep-factor, therefore, may vary.

Paranormal Activity 3 is set in 1988, when Katie and Kristi are about 8 and 6 years old, respectively, and have just moved into a new house with their mom, Julie, and their mom’s boyfriend, Dennis.  Dennis is a videographer, mostly making things like wedding videos.  He works with his buddy out of the garage, and though Julie’s mom doesn’t like him much, he clearly adores both Julie and her two girls, making it hard for us, the audience, not to take a shine to him pretty quickly (even though we know not to get too attached because he’ll surely be dead soon).

A few weeks after getting settled into their new house, Dennis and Julie begin hearing strange noises at night they can’t explain.  The house seems too new to be so creaky, and so, more for kicks than because he truly believes they’re haunted, Dennis decides to set some video cameras up around the house and see what he can capture on tape (including a camera he rigs up on an old fan so that it will oscillate from the living room to the kitchen — plus ten points for the MacGyver reference, by the way).

Meanwhile, Kristi has started talking to and about an imaginary friend she calls Toby.  At first, this seems completely harmless.  But when Dennis asks her a few questions about Toby, he’s surprised and somewhat unsettled when Kristi informs him that she’s not supposed to talk about him and that if she does, she’ll get in big, BIG trouble.

From there, things go from mere threats to actual harm, escalating more and more with each passing night.  All of this is just fine and dandy and handled satisfyingly enough, but there were a few major problems I just can’t let go of.

First is that there’s a scene that features Kristi standing in her parents’ doorway for hours in the middle of the night, which is a spooky gimmick stolen right out of the original film.  Hey, you’re only at 4 hours and 30 minutes total for the entire series, and you’re already having to recycle?  Not a good sign, kids.  (Also, if you find yourself needing to resort to a “Bloody Mary” scene in order to conjure up some shivers, you ought to throw in the towel instead.  I mean honestly.)

The second problem, and the one that really ruined this film for me, is the ending. This installment was the logical finale to the series (we had Katie as an adult, Kristi as an adult, and now we have the origin story, so we’re done, right?  RIGHT?!), yet we don’t really end up with any new information on who or what is behind the entire haunting (which, incidentally, was a demon thing in PA2, not a ghost thing as it seems to be here).  There’s some kind of rigmarole about a witches’ coven that used to brainwash girls of child-bearing age into having children and then wipe their memories, and so, the suggestion, backed up by the final few minutes of the film, is that these witches are responsible for all the nefarious goings-on.  But then, why is the spirit interacting with Kristi an older man (she says) named Toby?  And why would these women be haunting this family?  The events don’t even all take place in the same house, so it’s not that someone just moved the headstones and not the bodies (so to speak).  And there’s no suggestion that any of the witches were related to the family either.

I think the filmmakers either wanted to leave it mysterious, thinking that was a clever way to end things (The Sopranos), OR they wanted to leave room for yet another sequel.  But this movie is markedly lower in quality than the previous two and a fourth is likely to be virtually unwatchable, judging from the way these things usually go.  So, ugh.  If that’s really the plan, then the plan is just plain stupid.

I was surprised to find out today that PA3 was directed by Ariel Schulman and Henry Joost, who made the documentary (or mockumentory, depending on who you ask) Catfish last year, a fascinating story about a guy who befriends and falls for a woman online who turns out to have totally duped him.  Catfish is a heartbreaking, fascinating film, and if it’s fiction, then it’s all the more amazing for having been so realistic and relatable.  This movie?  About as far from all those adjectives you could get.

Worth a rental if you’ve seen the other two, but I’m pretty sure that, despite the fact I did enjoy portions of this flick, this is where I get out.  Maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t make a fourth?  Thus sparing me the temptation to go see it too just because I have such an impossible time letting loose ends lie?  Oh please, please help me, filmmakers.  Save me!  Stop now!  While you’re still (mostly) ahead!

Oh, who are we kidding.  Watch this space for the inevitable review of Paranormal Activity 4 some time next year.

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Genre:  Horror
Cast:   Katie Featherston, Christopher Nicholas Smith, Sprague Grayden, Lauren Bittner, Mark Fredrichs, Brian Boland