Reviews

  • The Funhouse (1981)

    The Funhouse (1981)

    (In French, On Cable TV, March 2021) At long last, it finally comes together. Twenty years ago, I read a Dean Koontz book called The Funhouse, and now that I’ve seen the film, I can track how Koontz’s novelization, published before the film came out, remains almost more famous as a Koontz novel than a movie tie-in. While the film is helmed by horror legend Tobe Hooper in a style somewhat reminiscent to his earlier Texas Chainsaw Massacre (most notably the reuse of deformity in deep-America horror context, or am I jumbling the Chainsaw Massacre sequels together?) that makes the result a cut above the usual slasher films of the era, by modern standard it’s a humdrum horror film that sticks close to the codes of the genre. The monster-in-a-fair motif is familiar, and not even a better-than-average execution can quite make it shine. What I remember of the novel is substantially more detailed than the film — a surprisingly common occurrence once real genre writers get to work on a novelization (Also see: Asimov’s Fantastic Voyage and Card’s The Abyss). As for The Funhouse itself, it’s just interesting enough to be worth a watch today if you’re a horror fan (something that’s not necessarily true of the glut of horror films in the early 1980s), and a slightly better-than-median entry in the Hooper filmography. Otherwise, though, there isn’t anything spectacular to see here.

  • A Bullet for Joey (1955)

    A Bullet for Joey (1955)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) You would think that the single biggest reaction to a film titled A Bullet for Joey would be “Who is Joey and why does he deserve a bullet?”, but after watching the film, the first thing that comes to mind is “Wow… Edward G. Robinson as a French-Canadian policeman?”  A cold war thriller chiefly concerned with communists kidnapping a nuclear physicist, it brings Robinson as “RCMP Inspector Raoul Leduc” (A French-Canadian name is there’s one, despite Robinson making no effort at playing French Canadian) tracking down the miscreants and saving the west from a crucial brain drain. As a Canadian, the film is probably far more interesting than to American viewers, especially as it’s largely set in Montréal without actually showing anything distinct about Montréal — it might as well be any other Midwestern American city so little does it take advantage of what makes Montréal such a unique place. But if you keep to the script’s guns-and-girls portion, the film becomes an average genre entry, a bit dull on the sides and not really worth any sustained attention. Robinson plays opposite George Raft as a criminal manipulated into helping the communists, and the much more interesting Audrey Totter as a better-written love interest. There are a few shocks along the way (the best, or worst, being what happens to a shy sweet secretary who becomes a pawn in the larger game), but otherwise A Bullet for Joey is a routine film with noirish overtones and some occasionally decent dialogue. Canadian fans will get more out of pointing and chuckling at the film’s “Hollywood, Canada” setting.

  • The Iron Petticoat (1956)

    The Iron Petticoat (1956)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) As far as unusual screen couplings go, Katharine Hepburn and Bob Hope is about as interesting as it comes. Stuck in a film where she plays a cold-hearted Soviet defector and he plays an American officer tasked with keeping tabs on her (and letting her discover the hedonistic joys of the west), their clashing style makes about half of the result’s entertainment factor. The inspiration from Ninotchka is obvious (both the equally similar Jet Pilot and Silk Stockings would be released the next year), especially in the way she is portrayed as a humourless automaton-like product of a caricatural Soviet regime. The production history of the film was… tumultuous, with the original script being a Hepburn vehicle pairing her with someone like Cary Grant. When Hope came onboard, the script was rewritten to suit his broad comic style (incidentally making him the lead, at her expense), and the finished film feels as if Hepburn is a stranger in her own film, trying to keep up with Hope’s constant mugging and wisecracking. To be fair, a lot of it is actually funny — the quips work and seeing Hepburn stuck in a straighter-than-straight role is amusing in itself. (As a romance, though? Eh.)  The Cold War comedy atmosphere is almost charming at this point and the film would make a splendid double-bill with Silk Stockings, even if it pales in comparison. In narrative terms, The Iron Petticoat does the strict minimum to get the characters to a happy ending — the film’s strongest point comes in the earlier dialogue rather than the wrapping-up of the tale. A must-see for fans of Hepburn, the result is fascinatingly uneven and almost a case study of what happens when two mismatched leads are stuck in the same project.

  • Run Silent Run Deep (1958)

    Run Silent Run Deep (1958)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) There were a lot of submarine movies made during the 1940s and 1950s, and it’s perfectly understandable if they tend to blur together. But that’s not the case with Run Silent Run Deep, a superior example of the form that never forgets that the point of submarine movies is people under pressure. The casting already makes the film distinctive: With none other than Clark Gable and Burt Lancaster in the lead roles, the film already feels more substantial. It gets better as both men play to their strengths, Gable as the revenge-obsessed commander fending off Lancaster as the ambitious second-in-command. Infighting is good for drama until everyone turns their guns (or rather torpedoes) to the true enemy in time for a thrilling third act. Rather good special effects help sell the illusion: the explosions are particularly satisfying. Thanks to director Robert Wise, the immersion of WW2 submarine life is convincing, and the film eventually has a tragic heft that helps further separate it from other similar WW2 dramas. There’s a straight line from Run Silent Run Deep to later examples like Crimson Tide, but the point is that it’s a film that just works — it’s engrossing and it doesn’t let up until the end.

  • The Killing Room (2009)

    The Killing Room (2009)

    (In French, On Cable TV, March 2021) It’s amazing how much a little perspective can put things in their place. Twelve years later, we’re barely starting to process the awfulness of the Bush administration and how America had to overcome the post-traumatic stress disorder of 9/11 (and then Afghanistan, and then Irak). Looking back at the socially conscious entertainment from this period at a slight distance can be revelatory — the paranoia against the government at the time was at an all-time high, and since then, the latest Republican president has done much to destroy any notion of an all-powerful, all-capable administration capable of doing anything more complex than not tripping over itself. This brings us to The Killing Room insofar as this is a psychological thriller that could only have been born in the post-Bush era. It starts with mystery, as strangers are assembled in a room and then quickly faced with a life-and-death situation as a doctor explains to them the parameters of the test they’re about to undergo… and then shoots one of them in the head. The rest is the kind of locked-room paranoid thriller that we’ve seen everywhere from Cube, Exam, The Belko Experiment and other examples of killer-psychological test horror movies. It’s mildly intriguing up until the time when it becomes ludicrous — specifically, by the time the film builds a preposterous narrative saying that these tests are being conducted en masse to find dedicated killers for the government. There are so many wrong things in that statement that it’s hard to know where to begin (and the film does itself no favours by referencing the MK-ULTRA program) — this is a clear case where the film should have avoided clearing up the mystery justifying what it really wanted to do: crank up a low-budget thriller exorcising that era’s paranoia. Narrative nonsense aside, the film is not badly executed: thanks to director Jonathan Liebesman (who did far higher-budget films afterwards) and a cast that somehow brings together players as familiar as Chloé Sevigny, Timothy Hutton, Clea DuVall and Peter Stormare, the film assumes its clinical griminess and delivers what it intends. A shame about the escalating stupidity of the justification, but so it goes. Nowadays, of course, the film is more interesting as a reflection of where America was at psychologically at the end of Bush’s second mandate — not in great shape, and terrified of what an ultra-competent government could do to them.

  • The Night Holds Terror (1955)

    The Night Holds Terror (1955)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) To find interesting movies in Hollywood history, it pays off to get away from the classics and take a look at the B-grade material that was also produced at the time. Forced to work without the lavish budget of bigger productions, those second-rate filmmakers had to be inventive and stick closer to reality than the lavish spectacles that headlined theatres. So it is that The Night Holds Terror does a few really interesting things. For one, it tackled a home-invasion premise that seems to belong to later decades rather than the image we hold of the mid-1950s. For another, writer-director-producer Andrew L. Stone uses a lot of practical location shooting as a substitute for studio sets, managing along the way to portray a sense of realism that also feels ahead of its time. Thirdly, it goes into its story with a procedural mindset, using narration and plenty of exposition footage to show us policemen using then-high technology to close the net around the criminals. Speaking of which — the most likable of those hoodlums is played by John Cassavetes, years before striking out on his own as a director. Adapted from a real story to such a degree that the criminals sued the production company (which led to a courtroom hearing where the victim punched one of criminals in the face), The Night Holds Terror does feel a bit more immediate and more contemporary than similar films of the era.

  • Romper Stomper (1992)

    Romper Stomper (1992)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) Much of Russell Crowe’s rise to fame was fuelled by his performance in Romper Stomper, and it’s easy to see what impressed critics and the industry at the time. The story of a criminal skinhead gang in Melbourne, it features an already-magnetic Crowe as an ill-fated gang leader. The brutality of the film starts early with vicious violence against immigrants, and the film is hardest to take in its first act, as it delights in presenting an alarmist portrait of urban violence that seems content to shock the suburban viewers without necessarily digging into its characters. But that does come later, as a young woman (a rich man’s daughter, controlled and abused by him) meets the gang and precipitates their downfall. By the end of the film, we’re in merciless character drama, as the flaws of the characters inevitably destroy them. It’s certainly not a cheery film, and writer-director Geoffrey Wright is not interested in glorifying the skinhead lifestyle: they’re shown as dumb brutes incapable of living in society without ultimately doing harm to themselves. Still, Crowe is fascinating here—finding whatever he can work with in his character to make him accessible to viewers. The result can be hard to watch, but it does have some merit, especially for those interested in pre-fame Crowe.

  • Viena and the Fantomes (2020)

    Viena and the Fantomes (2020)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) What a terrible movie. I’m not kidding. Viena and the Fantomes is just an unpleasant, useless and ugly movie throughout. I wasn’t expecting much, but I was definitely expecting something better from a 1980s drama featuring a roadie travelling cross-country with a punk band. I would have liked a period atmosphere, some good music, likable characters, some kind of compelling narrative and elements of a touring drama… you know: the basics. Instead, what we have here is a film shot in grainy monotones featuring lifeless (or unlikable) characters engaged in meaningless melodrama. There’s barely any music nor plot nor atmosphere. It may be realistic in that I imagine tour life being as grimy and dirty and dispiriting as this, but that’s not why I watch movies. The cast features known names (in-between Caleb Landry Jones, Evan Rachel Wood and Dakota Fanning), but they’re not used very well: I was watching largely for Zoë Kravitz, but she barely shows up. The only way this film is impressive is in seeing how it wastes nearly everything it has at its disposal. You would think that a love triangle set against a 1980s touring punk band would be far more interesting, but instead you get interminable shots of a moody young woman being depressed in a trailer in the desert. (I’m not exaggerating by much.)  Writer-director Gerardo Naranjo can’t be bothered to demonstrate even basic storytelling or directing competency, leaving the entire result floating without anchors or hooks to draw viewers in. The film’s production history reportedly stretched over six years, but from what’s on-screen I’m dubious that anything could have been salvaged at any point: there’s such a lack of content throughout the entire running time. In most rock band dramas, there’s usually a thirty-second moment where the band wakes up from the previous night’s party with a hangover, everything is awful and they all realize how they have to mend their ways in time for a happy ending. In many ways, Viena and the Fantomes is that thirty seconds stretched over 96 minutes, but without the fun partying or the happy ending.

  • Marie Curie (2016)

    Marie Curie (2016)

    (On TV, March 2021) This is my fourth movie about Marie Curie in barely more than a year and a half, and I’m kind of astonished to see that they don’t really repeat each other. The 1940s American one is a straightforward heroic biography that delivers the essentials without fuss; the 1990s French one is a whimsical take that focuses on the romantic comedy of the Curies’ courtship and their acceptance by the academic community; the 2020 American film irritates by its progressive overreach, jumbled structure and factual inaccuracies (yes, worse than the 1940s version); while this Polish 2016 take on Marie Curie focuses on the unpleasant aftermath of Curie’s discoveries: the discrimination, the whispers when Pierre dies and she finds a new companion. It’s the hangover after the wild party and its tepid approach to the material means that it will test the patience of several viewers. It’s visually polished, although not necessarily in any flashy way. I did have a bit of trouble believing in the period detail, something that’s not necessarily helped by the late film’s blurring on past and present. Writer-producer-director Marie Noëlle clearly goes for a feminist interpretation of Curies’ story, but that’s in no way any different from any other interpretation of Curie’s life and work — she has been held up as a feminist icon for generations, and none of the movies about her (not even the 1940s one!) fail to underscore her struggles for acceptance. So, what’s left? Not a lot worth praising over other takes: This Marie Curie is more informed about Curie’s later life, sometimes more adventurous in its cinematography, and a good showcase for star Karolina Gruszka. Otherwise, I simply may be burning out on Curie as a topic — I couldn’t not watch the film given my high esteem of the historical figure, but at the same time I’m probably getting over-familiar with the material and going through a mildly allergic phase.

  • The Broken Hearts Gallery (2020)

    The Broken Hearts Gallery (2020)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) Dear Internet: Please tell no one, but I love myself a good romantic comedy. Predictability is not a problem if the lead actors, comedic set-pieces and sense of fun are all compelling, and the latest illustration of my avowed liking for the genre is to be found in Canadian low-budget production The Broken Hearts Gallery. Taking as a starting point a romantic hoarder’s issues in getting rid of mementoes of failed relationships, this is a film that comfortably sets itself in the Manhattan world of concept art galleries, quirky social media phenomenon, and musings on the nature of twentysomething romance. Executed in lively style by writer/director Natalie Krinsky, it’s a breezy, fun, highly likable romantic comedy that leans more heavily on the romance than the comedy, but does get its share of chuckles. The key to The Broken Hearts Gallery’s success is Geraldine Viswanathan, whose perfect take on an imperfect character is crucial at earning the attention, and then the affection of its audience. Shot in Toronto but credibly set in Manhattan, it’s a compelling watch from beginning to end. Of course, nothing is really surprising here, and some idiot plotting gets in the way — but there’s plenty of merit in delivering a comfortable experience for fans of the form.

  • The Night Flier (1997)

    The Night Flier (1997)

    (In French, On Cable TV, March 2021) I recall just enough of the original Stephen King short story to report that adaptation The Night Flier feels reasonably faithful. The plot is expanded slightly, but the concept remains the same: A tabloid journalist investigating a series of gruesome murders realizes that the common link is a mysterious personal aircraft going from one small airport to another. His believe-nothing credo is sorely tested when he discovers a plane filled with dirt and blood, revealing the murderer to be a vampire. It all builds up to a nice confrontation in a tiny rural airport, and there’s a strong atmosphere at play, as the film plays with the notion of a free-flying vampire and deserted spots to gather victims. The other half of the film has to do with a cynical journalist (the always-interesting Miguel Ferrer) getting far more than what he bargained for in tracking down a lead to a bizarre story. The third act is on predictable rails, but The Night Flier itself represents a modest surprise. It’s more watchable than you’d expect (especially given the glut of mediocre King adaptations in the 1990s), and even its grand-guignol conclusion has its charm.

  • The Delirium Brief [The Laundry Files 8], Charles Stross

    Tor, 2018, 384 pages, C$35.00 hc, ISBN 978-1250196095

    Over a sufficiently long period of time, every spy series has an episode in which the agent goes rogue. (Well, except for the Mission: Impossible series, where it happens in nearly every film.)  With The Delirium Brief, Charles Stross takes The Laundry Files series one step further, by having the British government shut down the occult intelligence agency its protagonists are working for. Without warning, without delay — removing the sole agency responsible for keeping trans-dimensional horrors at bay. Mayhem ensues.

    Of course, there’s a reason for all this, and those play outside the narrative as well. After a trilogy of sometimes-disconnected entries in the series expanding its scope and cast of characters, The Laundry Files was in sore need of a disciplined escalation. As significant as the destruction of Leeds in the previous episode was instrumental in the series’ progression toward a Lovecraftian singularity, there was a feeling that previous episodes introduced various new characters and advanced the plot, but left plenty of material on the floor, just ready to be used more significantly.

    The Delirium Brief is the payoff. Not the entire payoff, but an opportunity for Stross to riffle through the mantelpieces of the seven previous volumes of the series and grab any artillery left around in order to push the series to the next level. With the notable exception of the second book’s Hades Blue (which was always been an odd fit in the rest of the series), nearly the entire surviving gang is back in action this time around, and that goes from the heroes to the villains.

    The barely-resolved climax of the previous book takes a much better place as this newest entry begins, with initial series protagonist “Bob Howard” (not his real name, not even a real human at this point in the series) being thrust in front of cameras to explain The Laundry’s lacklustre response to a trans-dimensional invasion with a five-figure body count. Bob is not a PR person. Bob would rather fiddle around with computers. But Bob is what the Laundry has left — as the government turns its unsympathetic attention toward the Laundry, two things soon become clear: It wants some heads to roll, and there’s a vastly eviler force behind it whispering that The Laundry should be eliminated. After an opening that squarely renews with the series’ roots in espionage thrillers, the action gets crackling as The Laundry is shut down. This isn’t your average fire-everyone pique: this means that essential services keeping horrors away from the Kingdom are suddenly interrupted, that most of the senior management of the organization is targeted for arrest and the various spells binding its employees are no longer effective.

    As someone with quite a bit of experience in Canada’s surprisingly benevolent public service, I had a bit of a problem with that section of the book on purely practical grounds — While the series’ depiction of the British civil service is often very similar to the Canadian experience, this specific bit rang incredibly false. But as Stross has explained at length, much of the novel was rewritten in the heat of the Brexit shock, perhaps as exemplary a breakdown of public stewardship as has been witnessed in the Westminster system. There are also the demands of fiction to consider: I can argue until tomorrow that this kind of wholesale firing would never pass muster with Canadian public service unions, the point here is to get all Laundry characters on the run, and actively plotting against their own government in order to save the realm.

    In that respect — whew, does The Delirium Brief work as intended. Even after a curiously dispassionate previous book in which a major British city is destroyed, this entry feels as if all the stops have been removed. The trans-dimensional horrors are taking over the British government, and our heroes are (as usual) fighting a desperate rear-guard action to save at least something of normalcy. The price to pay is considerable — not necessarily in terms of a body count, considering that even I was surprised at the number of main characters surviving to the end, but in terms of the compromises made to even eke out a smaller defeat. The situation is so desperate that the protagonists have to make terrifying compromises and league with a lesser evil… that’s still remarkably evil.

    As I’ve mentioned, for long-time series readers, this is the payoff. As Stross has often promised, this is the mid-point of the Lovecraftian singularity designated by CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN. Some retrofitting is necessary to make all of the narrative pieces fit together (notably in bringing back cultists and avatars of the Black Pharaoh), but it works well. The antagonist, represented by preacher Raymond Schiller (back from being left for dead in anther dimension at the end of the fourth book), is a repellent piece of work, with methods that bring moments of stomach-churning erotic horror. By this point of the series, as with other Stross series, The Laundry Files is getting grimmer by the volume, with the breezy narration barely offsetting a universe of chill-inducing horrors. Even having smart-aleck Bob back as the main narrator isn’t enough to make us forget that Bob is no longer Bob, that the series has moved far past paperclip jokes and that the narrative is describing the mid-phase of a Lovecraftian singularity putting everyone in existential danger.

    Even then, the book is a breeze to read — I managed it in less than a day, so invested was I in finding out what was going on. From the point when Bob survives an attempt to abduct and eliminate him on the streets of London, it’s a wild ride to the end. The characters that are assembled have already been developed to the point where the fun is in having them all interact. (Compared to the book that introduced her, I was surprisingly fond of bubbly elven sorceress Cassie this time around, for instance — it does help that we don’t spend too much time in her head. There’s a paradoxical effect here in that, by showing mid-to-high-level Laundry employees leaguing together, the agency does lose quite a bit of its mystique: there’s a feeling that there’s not a lot left to discover about the organization or its universe at this point, which makes sense considering that the action is moving at a faster pace that takes advantage of everything we know about The Laundry Files at this point.

    The effectiveness of the results is undeniable: The Delirium Brief is the best book of the series in a long while, because it gets back to the roots of the series and goes forward with the entire cast of characters. Compulsively readable, cleverly imagined and largely true to the series’ evolution (at the expense of the humour, alas), it’s a big irrevocable step forward and a reward for faithful series readers so far.

  • Evelyn Prentice (1934)

    Evelyn Prentice (1934)

    (On Cable TV, March 2021) The pairing of William Powell and Myrna Loy would be glorious in The Thin Man, but you get another glimpse at their chemistry in Evelyn Prentice, a substantially darker melodrama dealing with contemplated affairs, attempted blackmail and definite murder. Powell is impeccable as a high-powered lawyer who neglects his wife by working too much. Loy’s character, exasperated by loneliness and motivated by an overly affectionate client of her husband, starts looking around for company and ends up manipulated by a seductive poet. When he is found murdered shortly after visiting him for a final time, it’s her husband who ends up involved in a middle act filled with dramatic ironies. By the time he realizes that she may be involved, the film ends on high-powered courtroom drama as he manages to forgive his wife, find the truth and resolve the situation to everyone’s benefit. Evelyn Prentice is short and punchy, not quite going for comedy but not without its share of amusingly ironic moments. Powell and Loy are great even at lower intensity, and the film has the well-polished rhythm of mid-1930s studio pictures, with scarcely an element out of place. Modern audiences will notice that there’s definitely a double standard at play in how adultery affects wife and husband differently, but that’s almost a given for movies of that time. Still, it doesn’t affect the film’s impact as much as you’d think: Powell and Loy are good enough as to make even humdrum material feel much better, and indeed the film is seldom any more enjoyable than when Powell goes on a legalistic rampage, or when Loy wrestles with conflicting emotions. Evelyn Prentice isn’t a great film and it definitely pales in comparison to the duo’s work in the contemporary Thin Man series, but it’s an entertaining time nonetheless.

  • Flora & Ulysses (2021)

    Flora & Ulysses (2021)

    (Disney Streaming, March 2021) I’m old enough to be still amazed by how modern special effects technology has become so sophisticated and so cheap that even lower-budgeted direct-to-streaming movies can feature an entirely digital main character without too much fuss. So it is that Flora & Ulysses is a blend of superhero fantasy, family film with animals, reconciliation romantic fantasy and slapstick comedy. Matilda Lawler stars as Flora, a ten-year-old dreamer who wishes her parents were back together and finds a hyper-smart squirrel (Ulysses) to help her out. That’s right: superhero squirrel, human sidekick. Most of the plot developments and the conclusion are right out of the subgenres being mixed, but so it goes for family movies. There are a few other things worth mentioning—for one, the explicit number of Marvel superheroes mentioned and illustrated in the film’s opening sequence—that’s when you remember that Disney owns much of western culture at the moment. Now, I’m favourably predisposed toward this film because it features a squirrel protagonist, but the film is pleasant enough to be enjoyed — the lead character is likable, and even the film’s descent into familiar plot devices can’t quite wipe away its quirkiness. Flora & Ulysses may be the best (or maybe the only) squirrel-centric film since The Great Rupert.

  • Dead & Buried (1981)

    Dead & Buried (1981)

    (In French, On Cable TV, March 2021) Lulled into a false sense of familiarity by Dead & Buried’s first third, I almost missed the film’s swerve into far weirder territory — I’ve seldom seen a horror film improve so definitely in its last act. At first, it feels like the type of folk horror movie we’ve seen countless times — the creepy isolated village that murders tourists in some sort of pagan ritual nonsense. But as our sheriff-hero starts investigating the murders, the film becomes something a bit more interesting — the atmosphere becomes more sharply defined, and there’s clearly another plot at work. I was reminded of the much-later Silent Hill films by the time the entire plot was uncovered, the special effects (thanks to Stan Winston) became more gruesome and the film’s horror graduated from dull slasher to body horror undead reanimation with a side of reality-warping. Director Gary Sherman doesn’t do much, but all is explained when you find out that the screenwriter is Ronald Shusett of Alien fame — the script isn’t up to that level, but it’s better than usual. That doesn’t mean that Dead & Buried is a good movie — it’s too slow to rev up into something interesting, and by the time it does, it’s almost too late anyway. But the final ten minutes are not the ten minutes you may have imagined from the first ten minutes, and that’s almost too rare a compliment in early 1980s horror. Anyone willing to give it a try should be wary of the first hour — Dead & Buried gets better after that.