THE POOP SCOOP: Monsters, Monkeys & A Massive Box

🧛SINNERS on Digital June 3 and 4K, Blu-ray and DVD July 8 from Warner Bros. “You keep dancing with the devil, one day he’s gonna follow you home.” Academy Award-nominated filmmaker Ryan Coogler’s new vision of fear, “Sinners,” debuts Digitally at home on June 3, followed by a 4K, Blu-ray and DVD release July 8. From Warner Bros. Pictures and Ryan Coogler, director of “Black Panther” and “Creed” and starring Michael B. Jordan, the critically acclaimed film has a “certified fresh” 97% Rotten Tomatoes score and is among the highest grossing horror movies of all time with a global box office of more than $316 million. “Sinners” posted the largest opening for an original film since “Us” was released in 2019 and is the only horror film in over 35 years to receive an “A” CinemaScore. “Sinners” will be presented with expanded aspect ratio sequences, allowing consumers to see both 1.78:1 and 2.76:1 aspect ratios, as intended by the filmmaker for home viewing.

😺THE WES ANDERSON ARCHIVE: 10 FILMS, 25 YEARS Coming to 4K & Blu-ray September 30 from Criterion Collection. Wes Anderson’s first ten features represent twenty-five years of irrepressible creativity, an ongoing ode to outsiders and quixotic dreamers, and a world unto themselves, graced with a mischievous wit and a current of existential melancholy that flows through every captivating frame. This momentous twenty-disc collector’s set includes new 4K masters of the films, over twenty-five hours of special features, and ten illustrated books, presented in a deluxe clothbound edition. FILMS: Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, The Darjeeling Limited, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Moonrise Kingdom, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Isle of Dogs, The French Dispatch of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun.

🐵THE MONKEY on 4K, Blu-ray and DVD June 24 from NEON/Decal Releasing. Based on the Stephen King short story, and produced by James Wan (The Conjuring, Saw), The Monkey is a new trip from Longlegs writer/director, Osgood Perkins. When twin brothers find a mysterious wind-up monkey, a series of outrageous deaths tear their family apart. Twenty-five years later, the monkey begins a new killing spree forcing the estranged brothers to confront the cursed toy.

 

😺The Original LETHAL WEAPON on 4K and Digital June 24 from Warner Bros. The Digital and 4K UHD disc release includes both the 1987 theatrical version of the film and the 2000 Director’s Cut which features an additional 7 minutes of footage not seen in theaters.

🎮A MINECRAFT MOVIE on Digital May 13 and 4K, Blu-ray & DVD June 24 from Warner Bros. This is the first-ever big screen, live-action adaptation of Minecraft, the best-selling video game of all time. This release also features an hour of bonus behind the scenes content.

 

😺JAMES BOND: SEAN CONNERY 6-FILM COLLECTION on 4K June 10 from Warner Bros/MGM. The collection will be available in collectible steelbook packaging and as a standard 4K collection. These six films will also be available on Digital from MGM.

 

🦈JAWS 50TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION Coming To Disc and Digital June 17 from Universal. This Combo Pack features the never-before-seen documentary, JAWS @ 50: THE DEFINITIVE INSIDE STORY, a brand-new look at the making and legacy of the film. The disc and digital include over five hours of additional bonus features! JAWS will also be available in an all-new limited edition SteelBook..

😺Jason Statham’s A WORKING MAN on 4K, Blu-ray & DVD June 10 from Warner Bros Discovery/Amazon MGM Studios. Directed by David Ayer from a screenplay by Ayer and Sylvester Stallone. Starring Jason Statham, Jason Flemyng, Merab Ninidze, Maximillian Osinski, Cokey Falkow, with Michael Peña and David Harbour.

😺NOVOCAINE on Digital April 8 and 4K/Blu-ray June 24 from Paramount. Fans who purchase NOVOCAINE on Digital or 4K Ultra HD will have access to over 35 minutes of action-packed bonus content.

Take A Drive Down MYSTERY STREET

MYSTERY STREET (Blu-ray)

1950 / 93 min

From Warner Archive

Available at www.MovieZyng.com

Review by Mr. Paws😺

During my formative years, Ricardo Montalban was Mr. Roarke from Fantasy Island and Star Trek’s greatest bad guy, Khan. Those two roles alone showcased his range, but it wasn’t until much later that I was aware of his previous film & TV career. Quite a long one, actually, in both Mexico and the U.S.

1950’s Mystery Street gave Montalban an early lead role in an American film, playing Boston detective Peter Moralas, investigating the death of B-girl Vivian (Jan Sterling). Before that, however, we see Vivian coerce a drunk young stranger to take her to Cape Cod, where she plans to confront a man who got her "in trouble" (knocked up). But when they meet, the man shoots and kills her.

Vivian’s body is discovered three months later, but Moralas only has her skeletal remains to go on, and this is where the story gets really interesting. Through thorough investigative work and the aid of a Harvard forensic specialist, Dr. McAdoo (Bruce Bennet), not only is Moralas eventually able to identify her, he nabs who he believes to be the killer…Henry Shanway (Marshall Thompson), the poor drunk rube who met Vivian that night.

"Guys...could you stop playing with that?"

Of course, the only thing Henry is guilty of is bad judgment, drowning his sorrows in the bar after his wife, Grace (Sally Forrest), miscarried. The real killer is among the names in Vivian’s book of clients, which her conniving landlord, Mrs. Smerrling (Elsa Lanchester), learns the hard way when she tries to blackmail him. Meanwhile, Grace still insists Henry is innocent, and eventually, Moralas himself begins to have doubts about his own case.

Though initially a mystery with a film noir aesthetic, it’s the police procedural aspects that make the movie crackle. I don’t recall another film of this era where science plays such a major role in the investigation. How they identify the victim and piece together what happened to her is fascinating. Moralas isn’t a particularly dynamic character, but his detail-driven dedication is engaging, which Montalban conveys with authority. However, the film is briefly stolen a few times by Lanchester, who’s a real hoot.

As an admirer of John Sturges, I always enjoy discovering the films of his I haven’t seen yet. Mystery Street is an early one and he’s obviously more of a director-for-hire here, but he keeps things fast-paced and fun, aided by a smart screenplay, moody John Alton cinematography, and of course, an early turn by the guy I once knew simply as Khan. 

EXTRA KIBBLES

FEATURETTE - Murder at Harvard is a short retrospective appreciation of the film.

2 TOM & JERRY CARTOONS - Little Quacker and Tom & Jerry in the Hollywood Bowl.

AUDIO COMMENTARY - By Alain Silver and Elizabeth Ward.

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A Bizarre BODY ODYSSEY

BODY ODYSSEY (DVD)

2023 / 103 min

From IndiePix Films

Review by Stinky the Destroyer🙀

In the real world, Jacqueline Fuchs is a world famous bodybuilder, so for the most part, playing one in a movie isn’t too much of a stretch. Like most athletes-turned-actors, she’s decent in scenes conducive to her profession, sometimes a bit wooden in those requiring anything more.

Still, her performance in Body Odyssey is nothing short of brave. Not because her chosen profession and appearance could be considered freakish to a lot of viewers. And it isn't because she frequently appears nude and engages in graphic sex scenes that are not only intentionally unerotic, they’re contextually disturbing. Fuchs seems perfectly comfortable being presented as an object of morbid fascination.

What’s brave about her performance is that it serves a bizarre, twisted film that at-no-point depicts the sport in a positive light, especially the alarmingly dangerous steps its participants take to achieve what they view as perfection (including steroid use). In fact, one competitor drops dead right in the middle of a competition. In a way, Fuch’s participation almost seems akin to a confessional.

On the surface, Body Odyssey is about Mona (a fictionalized version of Fuchs?) as she prepares for a world championship under the relentless supervision of her trainer, Kurt (Julian Sands, in one of his last performances). The defacto antagonist, Kurt appears even more obsessed with body perfection than Mona, controlling every aspect of her life and goading her into using illegally imported steroids (even though her own doctor insists she’s causing irreparable harm to herself).

Mona shows Kurt where she last saw her watch.

However, this is more of a surreal psychological/body horror film with an aesthetic similar to David Cronenberg's work. Mona’s internal conflict between her desire for perfection and needs as a woman (exacerbated by frequent trysts with a fetishistic young man) is often depicted through dreamlike sequences and imagery. Her own body develops a “voice” of its own, ominously spouting a lot of ambiguous gobbledegook whenever Mona attempts to assert own will.

For awhile, all this is kind of interesting. Mona’s sympathetic vulnerability nicely counters Kurt’s objectification of her (though we do get the impression he ultimately does care about her). Director Grazia Tricarico also keeps things aesthetically engaging (sometimes voyeuristically so), aided by moody cinematography and ethereal visual effects. But the film’s deliberate pace and increasing pretentiousness eventually grow a little tiresome (as does the camera’s unceasing exploration of Fuch’s body).

By the third act, the narrative dives headlong into bleak, baffling artiness and doesn’t resurface. That would be fine if the climax appeared to have anything resembling a resolution to Mona’s conflict (or maybe it does and I was just too dumb to catch it). Either way, Body Odyssey is one of those what-the-hell-did-I-just-watch movies that might be worth checking out for adventurous viewers (and perhaps late-career Cronenberg fans), but once is probably enough.

DOMINO: The Same Old Sound And Fury

DOMINO (Blu-ray)

2005 / 128 min

From Warner Bros.

Available at www.MovieZyng.com

Review by Mr. Bonnie, the Bounty Hunter😼

Back in the 1980s, I was briefly into hair metal like WASP, thinking they were the coolest band on the planet. As I grew older, my love of heavy metal never really changed, but I eventually concluded that WASP’s dangerous appearance, over-the-top performances and shock-rock lyrics was all surface gloss that made them seem like a better band than they ever really were.

Similarly, I first watched 2005’s Domino in a theater, where I was bombarded by relentless sound & fury, style-to-burn, an all-star cast, supercool characters and (of course) enough hyperkinetic kaboom for three movies. It certainly wasn’t the only one to emphasize style over story, nor was it director Tony Scott’s lone foray into chest-pounding excess (he was Michael Bay before anyone had ever even heard of Michael Bay). Since I thought this kind of stuff was great, Domino earned my enthusiastic stamp of approval.

But times change and so do most people. I’m older & wiser now (though I wouldn’t put that last one to a vote), so while I still love a great action thriller - even dumb ones - I’ve grown less enamored with those that play like two-hour music videos. Domino’s dizzying camerawork, caffeine-jitters editing and sinus-clearing score mask its overall emptiness. Even periodic attempts at symbolism are mostly superfluous and shallow, not unlike the “serious” phase of WASP’s career, though the songs were basically the same.

"That wasn't me."

Kiera Knightly plays the title character, a real life model-turned-bounty hunter and the daughter of actor Laurence Harvey. She hooks up with mentor Ed Moseby (Mickey Rourke) and his team to track down lowlifes on the instructions of bondsman Claremont Williams (Delroy Lindo). That’s about the extent that the film is “based on a true story.” The rest is a convoluted plot created to bridge various action sequences, all of which are loud, violent exercises in visual bombast. The protagonists, including Domino herself, are all amalgams of antiheroes we’ve seen in plenty of other action flicks, meaning they look cool, dress cool and keep cool under barrages of gunfire.

I’m making it sound like the movie hasn’t aged well, when in fact it’s me who has done all the aging. Domino is the same brash, fast-paced, intellectually-undemanding batch of action eye candy it’s always been and certainly indicative of Tony Scott in his prime. I guess two hours of visual & sonic fireworks with no substance behind it just doesn’t rock me like it used to. Kind of like WASP.

This is a re-issue of a Blu-ray originally released in 2009.

EXTRA KIBBLES

FEATURETTES - I Am a Bounty Hunter: Domino Harvey’s Life is a decent 20 minute documentary, featuring interviews with the real thing; Bounty Hunting on Acid: Tony Scott’s Visual Style is accurately named.

AUDIO COMMENTARY - By director Tony Scott and screenwriter Richard Kelly.

ALTERNATE AUDIO TRACK - Sort of like a commentary track, this features director Tony Scott, screenwriter Richard Kelly, exec producer Zach Schiff-Abrams and actor/musician Tom Waits (not sure why he’s included…he’s only in the damn thing for a couple of minutes).

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THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP: A Welcome Throwback

THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP: A LOONEY TUNES MOVIE (Blu-ray)

2024 / 91 min

From Ketchup Entertainment

Review by Princess Pepper😺

It did my heart good to see The Day the Earth Blew Up. Finally…a movie that remembers Looney Tunes are supposed to be…well, loony.

I’ve loved the classic old cartoons ever since I was a wee one, when catching them on TV was the best part of waking up on Saturday morning. Sure, a majority of those cartoons were made before I was ever born, but the characters and humor were timeless (and better than anything Hanna-Barbera was shoving down kids’ throats).

Of course, times change and nothing lasts forever, but at the risk of sounding like another crusty old boomer, subsequent attempts to keep Looney Tunes culturally relevant felt more like cynical marketing decisions than creative ones. Its classic characters were mere shadows of their former selves, reduced to being a brand name…

…which makes The Day the Earth Blew Up a wonderful throwback, of sorts. It’s not a live-action/animation hybrid. There are no Looney Tunes babies. Nobody’s solving mysteries, teaching college or ringing in the holidays. No celebrity cameos, rap battles or gratuitous product placement. No 3-D or computer animation. Sure, Porky Pig and Daffy Duck are tasked with saving the world, but at least it isn’t by shooting hoops with Michael Jordan.

Speaking of which, the plot is sort of perfunctory, but still reflects some creative effort and provides a great canvas on which to showcase a lot of clever humor. Trying to make enough money to repair the roof of their house, Porky and Daffy are forced to get jobs (which they’ve never had). This leads to an amusing montage where they’re repeatedly hired and fired, at least until, at Petunia Pig’s behest, they find work at a local bubble gum factory. That’s when Daffy stumbles upon an alien’s plot to put mind-controlling green goo into the mix, turning people into obedient zombies.

Daffy re-enacts his favorite scene from Pulp Fiction.

The story actually has a few neat twists, but what’s ultimately most important - to this old man, anyway - is Porky and Daffy actually being old school Porky and Daffy. In the latter’s case, really old school. His personality and appearance reflects the Bob Clampett-era Daffy, when he was still a mischievous prankster (though I think angry & selfish Daffy would’ve been funnier). Both characters are voiced by Eric Bauza, who’s arguably better suited for the job than anyone since Mel Blanc.

In addition to the good ol’ slapstick violence that endeared me to Looney Tunes in the first place, director Peter Browngardt and his (huge) team of writers throw in plenty of satiric elements and funny throwaway gags. This includes a hilariously suggestive scene involving Daffy, Porky and Petunia at a coffee shop that'll probably fly right over the heads of younger viewers. 

Not everything works. The strange, surreal scenes involving Farmer Jim (who raised Porky & Daffy) seem to belong to another movie. Not only that, there are layers of sentimentality that I doubt Clampett, Freleng or Jones would have ever bothered with (nor does the story need). Still, that’s a minor quip compared to what we get in return…Looney Tunes being truly loony, and the entire thing presented through colorful, old fashioned hand-drawn animation.

THE ALTO KNIGHTS: Mob Movie Comfort Food

THE ALTO KNIGHTS (Blu-ray)

2025 / 123 min

From Warner Bros

#InPartnershipwithWB

Review Mr. Bonnie, the Boss😺

The inherent problem with any gangster movie starring Robert De Niro is that - fairly or not - it is inevitably gonna be compared to Goodfellas…and never measure up, even when he re-teams with Martin Scorsese. That’s not to say Casino and The Irishman aren’t great films, but come on…Goodfellas is freaking iconic.

The Alto Knights is certainly no Goodfellas. It ain’t Casino, either, though this one does boast a similarly constructed narrative by the same screenwriter (Nicholas Pileggi). And while Barry Levinson is no Scorsese, he did direct Bugsy, so he’s not a stranger to the genre. So let’s cut Bobby, Nicky and Barry a bit of slack and try to assess this one on its own terms.

First off, The Alto Knights indulges in a little stunt casting of sorts, with De Niro playing both lead roles. Frank Costello and Vito Genovese have been friends since childhood, both becoming high ranking mob bosses. As the movie begins, Frank is shot the head but survives. Also serving as the story’s narrator, Frank reveals it was Vito who ordered the failed hit. 

This sets up the remainder of the story, which details how and why the two became enemies: Before going into hiding for 15 years, Vito left Frank in charge of everything. After returning, Vito wants it all back, but as Frank tries to explain, a lot has changed since the old days. Frank is generally soft-spoken, reserved and a meticulous planner, while Vito is brash, hot-headed and more than a little paranoid, which makes him dangerous. Even after Frank decides he’s had enough of mafia life and wants out, Vito now sees him as the enemy.

Robert sticks himself with the bill.

Like Goodfellas and Casino, The Alto Knights is based on real people and events. Its historical accuracy is a debate I’ll save for someone else because I don’t really care. What does matter is I enjoyed the story and characters. I’m not sure what purpose De Niro playing both roles ultimately serves, but he manages to convey their individual personalities quite well. And since he’s previously demonstrated a penchant for scenery chewing should a movie call for it, I’m assuming he had a lot more fun playing Vito.

Either way, De Niro is the best part of the film. He's supported by a decent cast, but other than Debra Messing as Frank’s concerned wife, most have comparatively little actual screen time. Elsewhere, the narrative structure - and Pileggi’s screenplay - definitely evokes a strong sense of deja vu, but in a way, that’s part of its overall appeal…a slice of mafia movie comfort food, if you will. As a director, Levinson can’t match the energy and exuberance of Scorsese, but if nothing else, this is his best movie in years.

The Alto Knights is no classic and ain’t destined to be mentioned among Hollywood’s greatest mob movies. In fact, it’ll probably be largely forgotten in a year or two. But keeping that in-mind, the movie still works as an engaging (if familiar) way to kill a few hours.

KITTEN COLLECTIBLES #12: Re-Entering THE BLACK HOLE

A Treasure Hunt by D.M. ANDERSON💀

In addition to watching and writing about films, I’m something of a memorabilia collector. Cursed with a teacher’s salary, I ain’t out there bidding on Dorothy’s ruby slippers or anything, but certainly enjoy haunting local shops for a variety of movie-related stuff. Or when feeling particularly bold, I’ll occasionally overpay for some retro relic on eBay. More often than not, I leave stores empty-handed. But every now and then, I’ll find a small treasure that doesn’t completely empty my wallet and give it a new home in the Dave Cave.

In Kitten Collectibles #3, I wrote of my antique finds related to Walt Disney’s space opera suppository, The Black Hole. Released in 1979 and touted as the studio’s first PG-rated movie, this was Disney’s attempt to capitalize on the success of Star Wars. They failed, of course, but not for a lack of trying, which included pumping out gobs of tie-in merchandise…including books, lunchboxes, school supplies, records, games and action figures, the last of which is ironic since the movie hardly has any real action. Unless he had faulty wiring upstairs, I doubt there was a single kid who ever put an Earnest Borgnine figure on their Christmas list. Most of this stuff ended up on clearance shelves faster than the E.T. Atari game.

The Black Hole is not, nor has ever been, a good movie (you can read my personal assessment HERE), though it’s since earned something of a cult following among middle-age sci-fi fans whose judgment might be clouded by nostalgia. That’s not to say I don’t like the movie. There have been numerous occasions when I’ve revisited The Black Hole and enjoyed its kitschiness. 

And as a collector who regularly haunts local Portland antique stores, I have found myself grabbing anything related to The Black Hole over the years, not because I’m some sort of superfan, but because this shit doesn’t show up that often. Most shops are glutted with Star Wars toys unloaded by guys who probably held onto them since childhood thinking it was a path to early retirement. But The Black Hole? That’s fucking rare, and I still keep a vigilant eye out for that elusive Ernest Borgnine action figure. 

In the interim, I recently added to my unintentional Black Hole shrine with a few more treasures…

The wife and I visited Portland’s Memory Den for the first time. Located in an old warehouse, it’s a two-story antique mall loaded with interesting booths, though some of them are the obvious result of someone cleaning out their garage, or trying to push old clothes as “vintage” before giving up and unloading them at Goodwill. There was also a section with old arcade games, which the proprietors encourage patrons to try out. Hence, there were two middle aged guys so intensely engaged in a tabletop hockey game that you’d think they were competing for the Stanley Cup.

When I wasn’t startled like being tased by these two fuckers every time one scored a goal, I managed to find some cool stuff, the real treasure being The Black Hole Space Alert Game. Being 46 years old, the box wasn’t in great shape, but all the pieces were intact! I’d never seen it before, but after reading the instructions, it’s basically a variation of Candyland, where players have to escape the Cygnus by making their way to the probe ship. As movie tie-in games go, this one is kinda lame (like the movie), but the board, which unfolds like a Twister mat, is pretty cool. 

I briefly considered asking my oldest daughter, Natalie, if she’d be interested in playing a round. She’s 30 now, but the original Candyland was one of her favorites when she was little. However, I also remember it was her first hard lesson that life isn’t always fair, and she'd often rage-quit by throwing the pieces and flipping the board when things didn’t go her way. While I’m sure she’s gotten over that by now, I decided not to risk the same thing happening to my latest treasure. 

So I’ve added to game to other recent finds related to The Black Hole, such as the novelization by Alan Dean Foster (which is actually pretty good). More amusingly, I found the children’s book, a family-friendly version of the original story. Part of Disney’s Wonderful World of Reading series, the story is told from the POV of V.I.N.C.E.N.T., the movie’s obligatory “cute” robot. To avoid traumatizing the kiddos, it mercifully leaves out the parts where every character dies and main antagonist Hans Reinhardt ends up in hell with evil robot Maximillian. 

Without really trying, I’ve acquired nearly as much Black Hole memorabilia as I have for genuinely great sci-fi films like Alien. And I'll keep doing so until I snag that Harry Booth action figure. What the hell is wrong with me?