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  • Fine Lookin' Bava

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    Black Sunday  (1961)

    I'll admit I have a lot of catching up to do when it comes to Italian horror.  The genre is largely unappreciated and it definitely has a lot to offer.  BLACK SUNDAY (1960, a.k.a. The Mask of Satan) was one of Mario Bava's earliest films.  The mix feels like... one part horrific elegy and one part escapist fantasy. There are archetypal moments that give one a sense of cinematic deja vu.  Maybe it's because Bava has influenced filmmakers such as Tim Burton and Martin Scorcese.  I'm sure we have felt his style through the influence he has had on other contemporary directors.  Bava was very high on mood and creating a sense of atmosphere.  From the standpoint of pure style this film is outstanding.  The thing that keeps me from giving it a better rating is a sluggish story and two dimensional acting.  Barbara Steele is the exception.  She is magnetic in her dual role as Katia and Princess Asa (the witch).

    The photography is beautiful and the shot composition absolutely blows the doors off most directors.  There were moments in this film that reminded me of Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast.  The camera movement is elegant and active without being showy.  The black and white feels timeless.  The shot of the horse drawn carriage moving in slow motion is one of those archetypal images that makes you feel as though you are seeing a true original, and an innovator, at work.

    If you are interested in pure craft and the texture a gifted director can bring to mediocre material, this is definitely one to check out.

  • Acting Between the Lines

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    Breach  (2007)

    Robert Hanssen will go down in history as one of the biggest traitors the U.S. has ever known.  This betrayal can be measured in both lives and dollars (billions to be exact).  His breach of U.S. security by selling secrets to the Soviet Union leaves behind a legacy of damage to the U.S. intelligence community which will take years to mend. 

    BREACH (the story of Hanssen's tracking and arrest) is told from a more personal point of view.  Chris Cooper plays F.B.I. agent Hanssen as a wounded lion.  He brings a sympathetic, yet sickly quality to the part.  Hanssen is a man whose appetite for sexual deviancy and machiavellianism has been well documented but here he is also portrayed as devout and idealistic.  Ryan Phillippe plays Eric O'Neill, the young F.B.I. operative whose ambition to become an agent unwittingly leads him into a cat and mouse game with this notorious figure.  The assignment causes problems in O'Neill's marriage and makes him second guess the wisdom of having a career with the F.B.I.  Whether we choose to sympathize with Hanssen or not, the idea that we could see him as a wounded idealist gives the movie a sympathetic flavor.  O'Neill, who is forced to lie to his wife and to Hanssen (who trusts him) suffers a similar loss of idealism.  He is a mirror for the damaged soul we see trapped behind Cooper's huge, tortured eyes. 

    It is a fascinating premise, that Hanssen had reasons to do what he did.  We get hints that he is driven by a need to please a cold and impersonal father long since dead.  We are also shown that Hanssen felt contempt for bureaucracy and wished he had been better recognized by the Bureau over the years.  Another idea, barely given screen time, is that people with twisted, intricate minds simply cannot refuse to play the game, to have a chance outwit others.  The drive would then be to commit the perfect crime.

    The problem I have with BREACH is precisely that we see Hanssen as such a sympathetic human being.  Because we sympathize with Hanssen it becomes difficult to fear him, thus there is a squandered sense of jeopardy.  Despite O'Neill's assertion that perhaps he is not smart enough to outwit Hanssen, he does so at every turn.  Though we all know that Hanssen will be caught, a greater cat and mouse game would have been nice.  At the risk of tampering with history, one wonders if a bit more action could have been brought to the page.  It would have been nice to see why Hanssen was supposedly so formidable.
     
    The film is still engaging and it is nearly impossible to take your eyes off Cooper.  Phillippe holds his own and Laura Linney does an admirable job as O'Neill's supervisor during the operation.  Caroline Dhavernas plays O'Neill's wife and though she is rarely on screen, her character comes rather vividly to life during whenever she and Phillippe have a scene.  The music by Mychael Danna is also quite good.

    Why did Hanssen do it?  The point of this film seems to be that while people have reasons for doing the things they do, in the end reasons don't matter in this world.  We are the sum total of our actions and nothing can change that.  But what kind of movie would we have if we didn't illuminate some of the creepy and fun details along the way?

  • mmmmmm...Violence Bad

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    Munich  (2005)

    I don't want to get too deeply into the politics behind this movie's subject matter.  Here are a few quick thoughts on MUNICH...

    1.) I like the cast (Daniel Craig, Eric Bana, Geoffrey Rush and others).  The acting is quite good.
    2.) I like the idea of this film and there are a few insights here and there about the pointlessness of violence and our inability to overcome the endless cycle it creates.
    3.) I liked Janusz Kaminski's cinematography.  It is polished without feeling overly glossy.  It feels graphic and simple without being over-stylized.
    4.) Spielberg's filmmaking is becoming rather workmanlike and somewhat lifeless.  Both his big budget effects movies and his adult fare (we'll call them "big boy" dramas since he merely plays at having an adult perspective) have become rather a boring affair.  He's far from the "event" filmmaker he used to be.  The one exception is Schindler's List which was excellent.  Saving Private Ryan is somewhat over rated save for a few brilliant sequences.
    5.) The film is too long and it sort of lays there in front of us like an injured whale washed up on the shore.  It's not a bad film (it has its moments) but it doesn't really do much except give us a window into the world of political assassination.  After a while I didn't find it particularly compelling to watch, at least not enough to justify its length. 

    That's my two cents!


  • Field's Eye View

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    Little Children  (2006)

    Director Todd Field certainly knows how to get good performances out of actors but the thing that stands out about LITTLE CHILDREN is that it feels as though the director is watching all the action from the crow's nest far above.  Watching the film I was reminded of domestic dramas such as American Beauty and even a bit of Donnie Darko.  There is a dispassionate, objective cast over the material which is primarily an exploration of the loneliness and frustration of middle class suburban life.  

    LITTLE CHILDREN shows us bahavior (much of it narcissistic and immature) and lets the exposure of such behavior speak for itsself.  The movie (rarely) stoops so low as to telegraph the emotional intent of a given scene.  The experience is one of watching something and wondering when things will explode.  Of course, when things finally do go bad it's in a way that you don't exactly expect, which is a tribuite to the material.  The movie, though a bit conventional at times, is more artfully balanced and less heavy handed than the blend used in American Beauty and to some extent it defies labels.   

    The story is set against the internal (and external) struggles of a domestic suburban house wife (Kate Winslet), an emotionally inert stay at home dad (Patrick Wilson, whom local women call the prom king), and a convicted sex offender (Jackie Earle Haley) who has returned to live in the town.  One of the stark and fascinating results of Field's casting is that in the case of Winslet and Wilson (who are stunning to look at) we see them initially as the ones to relate to.  How could they not want to break out of their own constrictive and hypocritical suburban existences?  Could these be counter cultural heroes in the making (like Spacey's character in American Beauty)?  Contrast that against  Haley who is shrunken and pallid, expressionless as he stares at the children he menaces from afar.  You can see where a viewer might think this is all going.

    However, in the dispassionate non-judgemental way that Field shows us the actions of his main characters he also lets the casting work for him in unexpected ways.  As we become invested in the secret affair of Winslet and Wilson , we simultaneously wait to see if Haley's story will reveal either that he is monster or a mis-understood victim.  In the end the film never stoops to judge Haley in either of those ways.  Field hoodwinks us (and we hoodwink ourselves) into becoming invested in the pretty couple while Haley is really the one to watch.  Only in retrospect however, after the movie is over, do we relate to him on a greater level than we do Winslet and Wilson.  

    We never do know quite what to think of the whole thing though.  What conclusions can we draw?  The lives of these people still feel tragic.  I think what the film finally does say is that we can be the victims of our own narcissism, our own ill-advised self-important actions.  In some cases, we can reverse our courses or perhaps redeem ourselves by apologizing or trying to make up for what we have done.  Even if the only option for those in this suburban sideways hell is to go back to status quo, it's still perhaps the best choice.  Such communities peacefully quiet down to go to sleep at night and no one ever really knows what is going on down the block, inside all those houses.  One is never really sure if it's possible to change things anyway, or to make them better.  Often in trying to improve our own existences we only serve to make things worse.   

  • Evil Deeds, Evil Times

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    Hostel Part II  (2007)

    Pardon the pun but HOSTEL: PART II feels a bit choppy.   Director Eli Roth (media darling and splat pack wunderkind) has succeeded in giving us more imaginative gore but the story behind the blood isn't as satisfying.  There are moments in which we are titillated by the questions the movie raises (concerning the torture for pay circuit - what does such a thing say about us as a species, as individuals) but none of that promise is realized.  Instead, we get teased by the possibilities.  HOSTEL: PART II is a glib exercise in one upsmanship.  It tries to outgore itself instead of giving us a well told story. 

    What we get is a montage of wealthy businessmen (and women) bidding on prospective victims and then we settle in to focus on two budding torturers who have won the bidding while the story parallels the three young girls travelling in Europe who have been selected as victims.  The budding torturers seem interesting at first but Roth doesn't really know what to do with them.  He ends up making rather perfunctory dramatic choices with their character arcs.  To some extent you can see it all coming.  The idea of going behind the scenes with the torturers is a good one but Roth cheaps out on us and tries to be clever with gore instead.  One wonders if Roth is the victim of his own media hype.

    There is something to be said for the HOSTEL series.  It speaks to a primal instinct in all of us to dominate others and show no mercy.   It speaks to the evil men do when no one is watching.  It speaks to the corrupting influence of extreme wealth.  But like most great concepts, the fun is really in the anticipation and discovery.  Once the horror is revealed and a light shined on it, the truth is less interesting than the baddies we imagine in our own hearts.

    The first HOSTEL was much more effective.  We discovered the truth slowly, lulled into a complacency bordering on coma in the movie's first hour and then we were shocked by everything we saw in the third act.  it was very conventional in its setup, but flowed into something unique and different conceptually (the idea of institutionalized torture).  And it's a great subject for the times we live in.  What exactly are we capable of and where does our desensitization to violence really end?  Ah well...perhaps we'll leave these things to a more mature filmmaker.

    HOSTEL: PART II jumps around a lot and most scenes are actually quite dull.  Nothing feels new.  Most of it feels contrived and targeted to get a reaction.  The gore payoff scenes actually feel cheap rather than shocking (poor Heather Matarazzo, will she ever play a love interest instead of a victim/nerd?).  The movie has a glib professionalism to it but little joy.  How are we supposed to experience being truly bad if there is no actual horror?

    (Big time spoilers follow...)

    There are other things that bother me which speak to the conventionalism of Roth's choices.  The rich girl (Loren German) buying her way out of the torture chamber (saw it coming, wasn't sure how she'd do it but saw it coming a half hour into the film).  The reluctant torturer turning into limp dicked badass who takes out his mysoginist frustrations on our heroine (saw it coming a mile away, was appalled at how obvious the choice was).   And let's discuss one more thing.  The gorgeous girl who gets whacked at the end of the movie (what did she do that everybody else in town wasn't already in on?  Didn't they all deserve to get whacked?).  I found the scene in the first movie where Jay Hernandez runs down the townies in his car much more satisfying.  And let's not even talk about the dumb contrived way that Jay Hernandez loses his head in the movie's first ten minutes.

    (End spoiler...)

    All this amounts to a requiem for a movie that could have been.  Rest in peace HOSTEL: PART II.  Long live your predecessor.  Let's hope Eli Roth redeems himself if there's a #3.     


  • Old School Horror

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    Black Christmas  (1975)

    It may not be the scariest horror movie ever made but BLACK CHRISTMAS (1974) is pretty damned chilling in its own way and watching it makes you yearn for simpler times. A feeling of nostalgia informs this film which helped give birth to the modern day slasher movie. In fact, watching it is like seeing a baby take it's very first steps.

    The baby is actually us, circa 1974. BLACK CHRISTMAS functions as a window into the 70's - when sexual liberation was becoming more commonplace. The daughters of the 70's and their jackass boyfriends were about to get what society felt was coming to them. They were venturing out into a world of greater sexual freedom. They experimented with drugs. They fought to maintain freedom of speech as well as freedom over their own bodies and minds. They entered this very adult world only to find psycho killers waiting for them in their bedrooms and basements. If only we could call out to them and warn them to go back, tell them not to go in that room or go back to check on their roommates or that damned cat they hear off-screen. But we can't do that can we? Kids have to learn for themselves.

    Watching Margo Kidder (sorority girl "Barbie") read porno mags and talk alcoholic potty mouth smack while the father of her missing roommate stands nearby is a thing of beauty. The father represents society and Margo represents our baser, more honest and somewhat rough impulses. Dad can rather stiffly chide the sorority's den mother (a terrifically funny Marian Waldman) but his griping doesn't amount to much. His daughter is already dead and covered in a plastic bag in the attic. Dad's ability to control his surroundings is nil. Not much could be done to restrict the behavior of his daughter's generation. They were bound to go out and experience all the freedom the world had to offer. The grotesqueries that would follow in coming decades (AIDS, bigger and more powerful STD's and super viruses, and most importantly the realization that the establishment would ultimately win) make the naivete of BLACK CHRISTMAS so charming to experience, and scary to watch. This movie didn't even know what it was really about. It was the genesis, the birth of what was to come. It was so pure and that is why it is such a kick to watch today.

    The cast includes a reliable and very "human" John Saxon as the police chief, Olivia Hussey as the heroine, Keir Dullea as her "did he do it or didn't he" boyfriend and its also nice to see a pre-SCTV Andrea Martin playing Hussey's nerdy sorority gal pal. Bob Clark directed (what an interesting and varied career he had, R.I.P.).

    BLACK CHRISTMAS inspired and informed When A Stranger Calls and John Carpenter's Halloween in ways that will become obvious when you see it. The film takes a while to get going and it ends rather quickly once things do gel but it's very clever and very tightly constructed.

    Oh, and let's not forget the early use of creepy-killer p.o.v. cam. or that terrifying shot of the killer's eye seen through the door frame of Margo Kidder's bedroom door.

    Don't forget to lock up the house. You might also want to tear down that trellis leading to your bedroom window. And by all means, keep it in your pants will you...if you don't want a killer to come calling.
      

 


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