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Title: Mindhunters
Year: 2005
Director: Renny Harlin
Plot: Finnish-born Hollywood filmmaker Renny Harlin directs the suspense thriller Mindhunters with a screenplay by writer/director Wayne Kramer. Val Kilmer stars as Harris, an FBI official teaching a group of trainees the art of profiling serial killers. He takes them on a weekend retreat to a deserted island for some supplemental simulation exercises in which they catch a fake killer. When some FBI trainees get killed for real, the rest figure the murderer must be one of them. Class leader Sara (Kathryn Morris) must try to stay alive long enough to figure out if one of her colleagues is the murderer. Is it Gabe (LL Cool J), J.D. Reston (Christian Slater), Bobby (Eion Bailey), Rafe (Will Kemp), Lucas (Jonny Lee Miller), Vince (Clifton Collins Jr.), or Nicole (Patricia Velazquez)? ~ Andrea LeVasseur, All Movie Guide
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]]>Thu, 08 May 2008 01:36:00 GMTMindhunters2005Renny HarlinFinnish-born Hollywood filmmaker <a href="/players/P____93452/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Renny Harlin</a> directs the suspense thriller Mindhunters with a screenplay by writer/director Wayne Kramer. <a href="/players/P____38142/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Val Kilmer</a> stars as Harris, an FBI official teaching a group of trainees the art of profiling serial killers. He takes them on a weekend retreat to a deserted island for some supplemental simulation exercises in which they catch a fake killer. When some FBI trainees get killed for real, the rest figure the murderer must be one of them. Class leader Sara (<a href="/players/P____50782/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Kathryn Morris</a>) must try to stay alive long enough to figure out if one of her colleagues is the murderer. Is it Gabe (<a href="/players/P____14755/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>LL Cool J</a>), J.D. Reston (<a href="/players/P____66187/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Christian Slater</a>), Bobby (<a href="/players/P___237229/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Eion Bailey</a>), Rafe (Will Kemp), Lucas (<a href="/players/P___200487/default.aspx" style='text-decoration:underline'>Jonny Lee Miller</a>), Vince (Clifton Collins Jr.), or Nicole (Patricia Velazquez)? ~ Andrea LeVasseur, All Movie Guide3Slightly Tagged (1-5)223http://www.spout.com/ProductImages/t62920gaau9.jpghttp://www.spout.com/films/Mindhunters/226315/default.aspxFilm Spout Post: Renny Harlin's Crimes Against Humanity, Casefile #1: Mindhunters http://www.spout.com/blogs/theworkingdead/archive/2007/8/7/17500.aspx

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Body: [Spoiler warning! I normally try to avoid giving away too much information about a movie, but this weeks "film", Mindhunters, requires I spend a bit of time going into detail about the ending. If your at all interested in this movie, and want to be surprised by the climax, I advise you to skip this entire post. Actually, I'd advise you to skip this movie altogether.] Those of you who are regular readers of this blog(I'm sure those people exist) may remember during my post on Nightmare on Elm Street that I expressed distaste for Finnish filmmaker Renny Harlin. His films usually start out promisingly enough, but devolve continuously until they resemble made-for-basic-cable cheapies and sub-Bruckheimer action drivel. I'm maybe being too harsh on the man, and somewhere in his oeuvre he may have a few good films, but everything I've seen leads me to believe that isn't the case. The one film of his I do actively enjoy, Nightmare 4, is still only the 4th or 5th best in the series. All of his films have a generally sound idea. Not genius or inspired, but certainly the groundwork for a fun, pulpy good time. Long Kiss Goodnight? Perfect opportunity for some hard-boiled nasty fun, is instead a fairly by-the-book action movie with most, if not all, entertainment coming from Samuel L. Jackson. It's pretty much the same story for Mindhunters, but minus the Samuel Jackson. So logically, minus the entertainment. Like The Matrix without the special effects, or a root canal without the Novocaine. Mindhunters is one of the most offensively brainless movies I've seen in the past few years. To be fair, though, my movie watching has decreased markedly since having a child 3 years ago, so there are probably a few more brainless movies out there. Case in point; I haven't seen a single Uwe Boll movement. I mean movie. Mindhunters started out promisingly, with another great, pulpy concept involving a group of FBI profilers on an island for a training mission running into a serial killer who is profiling them. And, for the first part of the film I let my inhibitions go and just went with the film, even once the incredibly ludicrous killings started. There was some poor, post-silence of the lambs back story for the heroine, and a bit of angsty character development for everyone, but I ignored it for the most part. The thing is, the film didn't really capitalize on any of it's potential, and never improved after the opening, rather it coasted slowly down to earth, sinking a little lower with each minute. Realism isn't necessarily something you expect from a movie of this nature, but in the age of crime procedurals and CSI franchises, audiences are a little more sophisticated and require some more convincing explanation when it comes to the science of murder. This may not technically be the fault of the filmmakers, since this one was filmed back in 2002, back in the days of only one CSI, and they maybe thought they could get away with flubbing some of it. One thing that isn't forgivable, however, is the twist ending to the film, which soured my entire tolerance of the preceding hour and a half. It's actually something that bothers me a lot these days; the twist ending. Why does every film feel it needs a dramatic reversal of expectations in the last 5 minutes to leave an impact? I blame the 90s boom of Seven, Fight Club and the 6th Sense. It's not enough to tell a good story, now the filmmaker has to try and fool the audience. When this works, it's usually because the clues are laid out through the film, so that once you've seen the ending, it seems obvious in retrospect. When it fails, it's because the ending comes out of nowhere and feels like the filmmakers have been basically playing an extended practical joke on you. Can you guess which one Mindhunters falls into? I expected a surprise reveal of the villain, and I'm happy to say that it originally wasn't who I thought it would be. I say originally, because 5 minutes after revealing the villain, and having him kill a character and speechify about how and why he did it, they pull a switcheroo and reveal that he WASN'T the killer, and the guy you kinda expected all along was actually the one who did it. Now, this man may not have actually killed anyone(turns out it was all a big switcheroo by the real killer), but he still stalks and brutally beats our heroine before the reveal that he wasn't the serial killer. And then he saves her from the real killer, and all is forgiven. In fact, it isn't mentioned again as they ride off into the sunrise together in that vaguely romantic way that all male/female action movies end. BUT HE ACTUALLY ADMITS TO THE CRIMES!!! He has a big speech giving away his entire motive and everything!The only thing I can think of is that Renny Harlin directed several different endings to try and keep the real identity of the killer a secret, and forgot to take one of them out.
]]>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 13:13:00 GMTTheWorkingDeadTheWorkingDead Blog8/7/2007 9:13:00 AM[Spoiler warning! I normally try to avoid giving away too much information about a movie, but this weeks "film", Mindhunters, requires I spend a bit of time going into detail about the ending. If your at all interested in this movie, and want to be surprised by the climax, I advise you to skip this entire post. Actually, I'd advise you to skip this movie altogether.] Those of you who are regular readers of this blog(I'm sure those people exist) may remember during my post on Nightmare on Elm Street that I expressed distaste for Finnish filmmaker Renny Harlin. His films usually start out promisingly enough, but devolve continuously until they resemble made-for-basic-cable cheapies and sub-Bruckheimer action drivel. I'm maybe being too harsh on the man, and somewhere in his oeuvre he may have a few good films, but everything I've seen leads me to believe that isn't the case. The one film of his I do actively enjoy, Nightmare 4, is still only the 4th or 5th best in the series. All of his films have a generally sound idea. Not genius or inspired, but certainly the groundwork for a fun, pulpy good time. Long Kiss Goodnight? Perfect opportunity for some hard-boiled nasty fun, is instead a fairly by-the-book action movie with most, if not all, entertainment coming from Samuel L. Jackson. It's pretty much the same story for Mindhunters, but minus the Samuel Jackson. So logically, minus the entertainment. Like The Matrix without the special effects, or a root canal without the Novocaine. Mindhunters is one of the most offensively brainless movies I've seen in the past few years. To be fair, though, my movie watching has decreased markedly since having a child 3 years ago, so there are probably a few more brainless movies out there. Case in point; I haven't seen a single Uwe Boll movement. I mean movie. Mindhunters started out promisingly, with another great, pulpy concept involving a group of FBI profilers on an island for a training mission running into a serial killer who is profiling them. And, for the first part of the film I let my inhibitions go and just went with the film, even once the incredibly ludicrous killings started. There was some poor, post-silence of the lambs back story for the heroine, and a bit of angsty character development for everyone, but I ignored it for the most part. The thing is, the film didn't really capitalize on any of it's potential, and never improved after the opening, rather it coasted slowly down to earth, sinking a little lower with each minute. Realism isn't necessarily something you expect from a movie of this nature, but in the age of crime procedurals and CSI franchises, audiences are a little more sophisticated and require some more convincing explanation when it comes to the science of murder. This may not technically be the fault of the filmmakers, since this one was filmed back in 2002, back in the days of only one CSI, and they maybe thought they could get away with flubbing some of it. One thing that isn't forgivable, however, is the twist ending to the film, which soured my entire tolerance of the preceding hour and a half. It's actually something that bothers me a lot these days; the twist ending. Why does every film feel it needs a dramatic reversal of expectations in the last 5 minutes to leave an impact? I blame the 90s boom of Seven, Fight Club and the 6th Sense. It's not enough to tell a good story, now the filmmaker has to try and fool the audience. When this works, it's usually because the clues are laid out through the film, so that once you've seen the ending, it seems obvious in retrospect. When it fails, it's because the ending comes out of nowhere and feels like the filmmakers have been basically playing an extended practical joke on you. Can you guess which one Mindhunters falls into? I expected a surprise reveal of the villain, and I'm happy to say that it originally wasn't who I thought it would be. I say originally, because 5 minutes after revealing the villain, and having him kill a character and speechify about how and why he did it, they pull a switcheroo and reveal that he WASN'T the killer, and the guy you kinda expected all along was actually the one who did it. Now, this man may not have actually killed anyone(turns out it was all a big switcheroo by the real killer), but he still stalks and brutally beats our heroine before the reveal that he wasn't the serial killer. And then he saves her from the real killer, and all is forgiven. In fact, it isn't mentioned again as they ride off into the sunrise together in that vaguely romantic way that all male/female action movies end. BUT HE ACTUALLY ADMITS TO THE CRIMES!!! He has a big speech giving away his entire motive and everything!The only thing I can think of is that Renny Harlin directed several different endings to try and keep the real identity of the killer a secret, and forgot to take one of them out. Spout Post: Kontroll - Mindhunters http://www.spout.com/blogs/moviebabe/archive/2007/7/13/13984.aspx

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Body: By Tricia Olszewski There’s a gripping story about the dark side coming to a theater near you, but it’s not the one that takes place in a galaxy far, far away. Though, at times, it may certainly seem to: Kontroll, the debut of Hungarian-American writer-director Nimród Antal, is set entirely underground, in the Budapest subway system. If spending 106 minutes on a foreign Red Line doesn’t sound all that entertaining to you, rest assured that Antal makes his vision of the public transit everyone loves to hate a universe that’s compellingly odd, aggressive, and lonely—and often even fun. A clipboard-mounted disclaimer read by a metro agent at the beginning of Kontroll emphasizes that Antal’s story is in no way reflective of the actual Budapest Transport Limited and that the fictional events about to take place are products of the director’s imagination, created as he indulged his interest in “the struggle between good and evil.” The subject matter sounds weighty, but Kontroll’s opening scene neatly establishes the kinda playful, kinda eerie tone that the movie will actually take: As a barely dressed and very drunk party girl tries to keep her balance on the escalator down to a station, she talks to herself and struggles to open a big bottle of champagne. She finally gets it open—yelling “Ahhh!” as it sprays in her face—then stumbles to the platform, precariously leaning forward on her high heels to see if a train’s coming. Seconds later, one whooshes by without stopping, and the only thing left on the platform is one of the reveler’s shoes. On the surface, Kontroll, which was Hungary’s biggest film of 2003, is about a series of such incidents, which transit management assumes are suicides but are really the work of a serial killer. But the film is less murder mystery than peek into a swaggering boys’ club—of subway-ticket inspectors. The team we’re introduced to is a charmingly motley one, including the sarcastic, cynical Professor (Zoltán Mucsi), who tells his crew, “It’s not our fault if people want to jump under the trains and not ride them”; Muki (Csaba Pindroch), a tightly wound narcoleptic who passes out in the middle of his rants; and Tibi (Zsolt Nagy), the puppyish but clueless new guy, who in the American version of the movie would be played by Seann William Scott. The real focus, however, is Bulcsú (Sándor Csányi), a good-looking hangdog who, for reasons never explained, has taken to sleeping where he works and refuses to go aboveground. Antal loads Kontroll with lots of grime, fluorescent-tinged darkness, and too-cool atmosphere. The inspectors, dressed in street clothes and equipped with armbands they whip out when performing their duties, become increasingly disheveled and even bloodied as they go about each day as the apparent bane of Budapest. Though Antal occasionally frames the guys as tough and hip—they walk the tunnels with the attitudes of Mafiosi as techno music plays—the passengers obviously don’t hold them in such high regard, regularly ridiculing, pushing around, or simply ignoring the enforcers who repeatedly mutter, “Ticket or pass, please.” Some of the movie’s best action scenes, in fact, come courtesy not of the hooded (and never identified) killer lurking the system but of an antagonistic free-rider named Bootsie (Bence Mátyássy), who luges down escalator rails and slides under gates as the inspectors run after him—again to thumping tracks provided by a now-defunct Hungarian duo called Neo. Humor of several varieties permeates Kontroll, from a train overshooting the platform after the inspectors have smoothly lined up to board it to the Professor’s reactions to Tibi’s ill-aimed vomiting when the newbie sees his first victim: “Never mind, you can even piss on me if you like.” And, yes, there’s also that good-vs.-evil thing Antal initially set out to parse. This is most evident in Bulcsú, who witnesses both nightmarish desolation (and the alleged killer), when the tunnels are quiet, and hope of redemption, in the person of the lovely female passenger (Eszter Balla) who carefully tries to convince him to leave his underground purgatory. Bulcsú’s conflict may not have intergalactic ramifications, but it shows that what goes on under our feet is often more interesting than what happens up in space. A killer likewise lurks in Mindhunters, a long-shelved Renny Harlin film that’s laughable as the psychological thriller it initially seems to be. As a low-aiming horror movie, though? Well, maybe it’s as worthy as the Paris Hilton–spearing House of Wax. But one thing’s for certain: To borrow a line from its curiously British-accented FBI agent, the grisly, dumb, and just plain nasty Mindhunters is, in contrast to the slyly spooky Kontroll, “as American as the death penalty.” The movie takes seven wannabe FBI profilers and strands them on a desolate island for the last phase of their training. Their shelter is dark and dingy, and the area is populated only by dummy targets and, for some reason, cats. When self-doubting agent Sara (Kathryn Morris, just before Cold Case made her, uh, less obscure) discovers a bloody kitty hanging in one of the island’s spooky bathrooms with a watch stuck in its neck, the gang’s search for a fictional—or is it?—murderer begins. When the agents themselves actually start to die, Mindhunters turns into a less subtle version of Ten Little Indians. Or, as visiting investigator Gabe (LL Cool J) so eloquently puts it, “Eeny, meeny, miney, mo—who’s the next motherfucker to go?” The dialogue, courtesy of Wayne Kramer and Kevin Brodbin (scripters of The Cooler and Constantine, respectively), may actually be the classiest part of this dismal addition to Harlin’s oeuvre. And even filled with platitudes such as “Now is not the time for fear, people!” it’s definitely the most colorful. Mindhunters serves up one interchangeable character after another, with the exception of two who simply have weird chips on their shoulders: department head Jake Harris (Val Kilmer), a greasy, rumpled freak who seems too crazy to be in the FBI, and wheelchair-bound agent Vince (Clifton Collins Jr.), whose hair-trigger willingness to kill also makes him an unlikely officer. The cast also includes Christian Slater, Eion Bailey, and the affectless Jonny Lee Miller, and such meager star power as they offer doesn’t prevent their characters from getting it good. Well, maybe not “good.” Even Mindhunters’ deaths are ridiculous, from one agent’s body shattering (bloodily, of course) from a blast of nitrogen to another’s head falling clean off, cause unseen. The rapid narrowing of suspects and their weak alleged motives (sample: “The FBI didn’t save your sister!”) don’t add up to a resolution that makes much sense. But for certain bloodthirsty audience members, logic will be beside the point. And what could be more American than that?
]]>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 22:32:00 GMTMovieBabeMovieBabe Blog7/13/2007 6:32:00 PM By Tricia Olszewski There’s a gripping story about the dark side coming to a theater near you, but it’s not the one that takes place in a galaxy far, far away. Though, at times, it may certainly seem to: Kontroll, the debut of Hungarian-American writer-director Nimród Antal, is set entirely underground, in the Budapest subway system. If spending 106 minutes on a foreign Red Line doesn’t sound all that entertaining to you, rest assured that Antal makes his vision of the public transit everyone loves to hate a universe that’s compellingly odd, aggressive, and lonely—and often even fun. A clipboard-mounted disclaimer read by a metro agent at the beginning of Kontroll emphasizes that Antal’s story is in no way reflective of the actual Budapest Transport Limited and that the fictional events about to take place are products of the director’s imagination, created as he indulged his interest in “the struggle between good and evil.” The subject matter sounds weighty, but Kontroll’s opening scene neatly establishes the kinda playful, kinda eerie tone that the movie will actually take: As a barely dressed and very drunk party girl tries to keep her balance on the escalator down to a station, she talks to herself and struggles to open a big bottle of champagne. She finally gets it open—yelling “Ahhh!” as it sprays in her face—then stumbles to the platform, precariously leaning forward on her high heels to see if a train’s coming. Seconds later, one whooshes by without stopping, and the only thing left on the platform is one of the reveler’s shoes. On the surface, Kontroll, which was Hungary’s biggest film of 2003, is about a series of such incidents, which transit management assumes are suicides but are really the work of a serial killer. But the film is less murder mystery than peek into a swaggering boys’ club—of subway-ticket inspectors. The team we’re introduced to is a charmingly motley one, including the sarcastic, cynical Professor (Zoltán Mucsi), who tells his crew, “It’s not our fault if people want to jump under the trains and not ride them”; Muki (Csaba Pindroch), a tightly wound narcoleptic who passes out in the middle of his rants; and Tibi (Zsolt Nagy), the puppyish but clueless new guy, who in the American version of the movie would be played by Seann William Scott. The real focus, however, is Bulcsú (Sándor Csányi), a good-looking hangdog who, for reasons never explained, has taken to sleeping where he works and refuses to go aboveground. Antal loads Kontroll with lots of grime, fluorescent-tinged darkness, and too-cool atmosphere. The inspectors, dressed in street clothes and equipped with armbands they whip out when performing their duties, become increasingly disheveled and even bloodied as they go about each day as the apparent bane of Budapest. Though Antal occasionally frames the guys as tough and hip—they walk the tunnels with the attitudes of Mafiosi as techno music plays—the passengers obviously don’t hold them in such high regard, regularly ridiculing, pushing around, or simply ignoring the enforcers who repeatedly mutter, “Ticket or pass, please.” Some of the movie’s best action scenes, in fact, come courtesy not of the hooded (and never identified) killer lurking the system but of an antagonistic free-rider named Bootsie (Bence Mátyássy), who luges down escalator rails and slides under gates as the inspectors run after him—again to thumping tracks provided by a now-defunct Hungarian duo called Neo. Humor of several varieties permeates Kontroll, from a train overshooting the platform after the inspectors have smoothly lined up to board it to the Professor’s reactions to Tibi’s ill-aimed vomiting when the newbie sees his first victim: “Never mind, you can even piss on me if you like.” And, yes, there’s also that good-vs.-evil thing Antal initially set out to parse. This is most evident in Bulcsú, who witnesses both nightmarish desolation (and the alleged killer), when the tunnels are quiet, and hope of redemption, in the person of the lovely female passenger (Eszter Balla) who carefully tries to convince him to leave his underground purgatory. Bulcsú’s conflict may not have intergalactic ramifications, but it shows that what goes on under our feet is often more interesting than what happens up in space. A killer likewise lurks in Mindhunters, a long-shelved Renny Harlin film that’s laughable as the psychological thriller it initially seems to be. As a low-aiming horror movie, though? Well, maybe it’s as worthy as the Paris Hilton–spearing House of Wax. But one thing’s for certain: To borrow a line from its curiously British-accented FBI agent, the grisly, dumb, and just plain nasty Mindhunters is, in contrast to the slyly spooky Kontroll, “as American as the death penalty.” The movie takes seven wannabe FBI profilers and strands them on a desolate island for the last phase of their training. Their shelter is dark and dingy, and the area is populated only by dummy targets and, for some reason, cats. When self-doubting agent Sara (Kathryn Morris, just before Cold Case made her, uh, less obscure) discovers a bloody kitty hanging in one of the island’s spooky bathrooms with a watch stuck in its neck, the gang’s search for a fictional—or is it?—murderer begins. When the agents themselves actually start to die, Mindhunters turns into a less subtle version of Ten Little Indians. Or, as visiting investigator Gabe (LL Cool J) so eloquently puts it, “Eeny, meeny, miney, mo—who’s the next motherfucker to go?” The dialogue, courtesy of Wayne Kramer and Kevin Brodbin (scripters of The Cooler and Constantine, respectively), may actually be the classiest part of this dismal addition to Harlin’s oeuvre. And even filled with platitudes such as “Now is not the time for fear, people!” it’s definitely the most colorful. Mindhunters serves up one interchangeable character after another, with the exception of two who simply have weird chips on their shoulders: department head Jake Harris (Val Kilmer), a greasy, rumpled freak who seems too crazy to be in the FBI, and wheelchair-bound agent Vince (Clifton Collins Jr.), whose hair-trigger willingness to kill also makes him an unlikely officer. The cast also includes Christian Slater, Eion Bailey, and the affectless Jonny Lee Miller, and such meager star power as they offer doesn’t prevent their characters from getting it good. Well, maybe not “good.” Even Mindhunters’ deaths are ridiculous, from one agent’s body shattering (bloodily, of course) from a blast of nitrogen to another’s head falling clean off, cause unseen. The rapid narrowing of suspects and their weak alleged motives (sample: “The FBI didn’t save your sister!”) don’t add up to a resolution that makes much sense. But for certain bloodthirsty audience members, logic will be beside the point. And what could be more American than that? Spout Tag:murder http://www.spout.com/members/0/tags/murder/MemberTagFilms.aspxmurder
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