John Maclean directs Kōki, Jack Lowden and Tim Roth in this period thriller where samurai’s daughter finds herself being pursued across the Scottish Highlands by a gang of murderous thieves.
Very Alex Cox. A few neat moments but often interminable. The kinda movie you want to love for what it is but feels like a lifeless exercise for swathes. Even Tim Roth is subdued. Lush sparse production design and Robbie Ryan lensing.
Stuart Gordon directs Jeffrey Combs, Barbara Crampton and Jessica Dollarhide in this gothic horror where a man travels to Italy with his family to live in the castle they have recently inherited yet soon begins to suspect that they are not the only occupants.
Re-Animator reunion. Awkward Jeffrey Combs explicit sex scene. Plot is a little too dripfed but when the horror does show up eventually it is bloody and disturbing. Scary creature, cute final blind girl. Why is this her only movie?
James Mangold directs Timothée Chalamet, Edward Norton and Scoot McNairy in this musical biopic of Bob Dylan where he arrives in Manhattan, leapfrogs over various musical icons, humps and dumps a few undeserving ladies then ‘goes electric’.
What a self-centred bastard man genius! Did Chalamet hold this back for me? Of course, he fucking did. If you are going to cast someone as an annoying enigma who disappears into his own hype…. I guess, it actually is on-the-nose casting. Inspired me to revisit some Bob Dylan albums after, so there’s that. Mangold is a more than capable pair of hands for this. It ain’t Walk The Line, the times do change at a fair clip without feeling like a carousel slideshow. The supporting cast is superb (Norton, Elle Fanning, Boyd Holbrook as Johnny Cash). There is a five star sequence where everyone is watching Dylan onstage and you can emphasise with the personal schism his music and genius is causing in each and every individual. That’s the masterpiece. The rest is just fine.
Wes Anderson directs Benicio Del Toro, Mia Threapleton and Michael Cera in this whimsical drama where a global wheeler dealer tries to pull off his biggest project yet.
Whimsy, THAT look, magnificent ensemble, pretensions. But it does feel like Anderson is running on empty with this overly familiar, often impenetrable rehash of his hits.
Stanley Donen directs Deborah Kerr, Cary Grant and Robert Mitchum in this romantic farce where an impoverished lord of a stately home knows his wife is starting a love affair with an American tycoon.
Silly but witty bed hopping farce with a memorable sozzled and catty support turn from Jean Simmons. Spits right into the face of the Hays Code without breaking any rules… seemingly.
Tibor Takács directs Stephen Dorff, Christa Denton and Louis Tripp in this horror where three young teens unlock a portal to hell in their back garden.
Your parents faces rip off to reveal goo. A lumbering zombie falls and turns into multiple sluggy mini minions. Your sister is dragged into hell through a closet wall. This was a formative horror watch for me, probably the first VHS horror I watched in its entirety. So the unsettling moments have stayed with me. I wasn’t massively into horror back then but now it probably is my favourite of the genres. The practical FX work here is a real magic show. Stop motion, forced perspective. The in-camera tricks when they come really dazzle. Shame that the pace is so deathly slow and the kids’ lives are more depressing than aspirational. A bit of a downer on a long time coming rewatch.
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Perfect Double Bill: The Gate II: The Trespassers (1990)
David Zucker directs Trey Parker, Matt Stone and Yasmine Bleeth in this sports comedy where two losers invent a dumb sport that takes the world (America) by storm.
Being nasty is the goal. Seemingly advertised on the back of every comic book I bought in the late Nineties. Idiotic and charmless. South Park creators Parker and Stone were right to stick to animating, they ain’t got much onscreen like-ability. The movie bats about 1 actual laugh per a hundred jokes. I’m not sure if this is intentionally spoofing the SNL movie vehicle formula? Cleaves pretty close, but to pastiche an already self aware comedy model… pointless.
Hugh Johnson directs Skeet Ulrich, Cuba Gooding Jr. and Peter Firth in this action buddy movie where two regular guys must keep an ice cream truck full of deadly chemical weapons under 50 degrees and out of the clutches of some nasty mercenaries.
Chill Factor is exactly the type of movie this blog was created for almost 10 years ago. A blockbuster that never was. Made with a team that would never have been assembled any other year. With a high concept that actually is quite intriguing. And should be a cult item but has passed on into obscurity. The only time Chill Factor is ever mentioned is on listicles about studio projects that lost a ton of money. Skeet Ulrich was hot for about two weeks after Scream, Cuba was already pissing away his Academy success after Jerry Maguire. They don’t have much chemistry in this contrived Speed / Broken Arrow rip-off. But the script has the right buddy bickering and reluctant heroics dynamic. Who turned this down first? Denzel and Tom? Arnie and Eddie? Woody and Wesley? It would have made a fine third Woody and Wesley two hander… if the action got going a tad quicker. The first act takes up more than half the movie. The narrative really labours getting all its pieces in play before there are any big moves. So the meat (ice cream truck hurtling through highways and ravines on a sunny day, trying not explode) only lasts about twenty minutes. And with a C-list cast, the daft concept is the only reason you’d buy a ticket. So give us more of that for Skeet’s sake! Chill Factor does scratch a Wednesday night itch. It mildly entertains about as much a 99p 3-day VHS rental should. There is nothing within though that begs a belated rediscovery. Yet far worse flicks made their stupid over inflated budgets back. The flop status is a jot undeserved.
The gold standard Shyamalan. Very slow burn but the character study is richer than the twisty reveal at the end. The family in crisis scenes feel pitch perfect rather than an emotionally exploitative ruse. Surely you know by now it is about superheroes, right? What makes this interrogation of the comic book trope all the more fascinating was it came out just as the Marvel / DC blockbuster was in its infancy. In 2000, Hollywood hadn’t figured the formula out for the adaptations. Yet. This feels like The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance of the now prominent genre. Only it arrived at the premature end of the cycle. Willis is excellent, using the same tricks Gilliam forced upon him for 12 Monkeys. Dampen down the charm, ban the smirk, you aren’t the coolest guy in the room. He is pretty spellbinding as the humbled, shambling hulk. But it is Jackson’s film all the way. His Mr Glass is driven, measured and hypnotic. You care about him so much from start to end. The set piece where he seeks the truth by recklessly following a dangerous man down some steep stairs is small but has my heart in my throat every viewing. A movie that rewards patience.
Dan Trachtenberg and Joshua Wassung direct Doug Cockle, Rick Gonzalez and Michael Biehn in this animated sci-fi action anthology where warriors from three different eras face down a Predator.
Just very cool. A violence extravaganza that bolsters the lore we love. The samurai segment, The Sword, is probably the strongest. The action flows with a balletic smoothness. The Predtor IP feels in very safe hands with Trachtenberg.