July 9, 2018
July 7, 2018
THE JURASSIC DEAD is a Thing
Starring
Cooper Elliot, Andy Haman, Mia Klosterman, Ben Johnson, Adam Singer,
Ruselis Aumeen Perry, Raquel Pennington, Shale Le Page, Nicole Goeke.
Directed by Milko Davis & Thomas Martwick. (2017/82 min).
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Review
by Josey, the Sudden Cat😸
From
the director of Tsunambee and the studio that brought you
Shark Exorcist comes the epic mash-up you've been waiting for.
So why are you still reading this? If the title doesn't tell you all
you need to know, perhaps you're already familiar with some of Wild
Eye Releasing's crazy catalog.
That
being said, The Jurassic Dead more-or-less delivers on the
promise of its title, with a plot so absolutely bonkers it makes your
typical mockbuster from The Asylum look like a Merchant Ivory film.
For example, In the first ten minutes alone:
- A scientist is forced at-gunpoint to inject a re-animating serum into a dead T-Rex, which springs to life and kills everyone but the scientist. No, it is never explained where an extinct dinosaur came from.
- In the very next scene, that same scientist, Dr. Wojick Borge, is fired from his teaching position for re-animating a dead cat during class. Afterwards, Borge gets pancaked by a car.
- Borge turns out to be a special kind of crazy, making Herbert West look like Marcus Welby.
- We meet a batch of mercenaries hired to take-out Borge, who is somewhere in the desert. We also meet four young morons heading down the same highway, one of whom is sporting the worst wig in movie history.
- A meteor hits Earth, creating an EMP that shuts everything down...except for a CGI helicopter, which safely lands before inexplicably exploding.
But
don't worry kids...it'll all make sense in the end...sort-of. The
mercenaries and kids end up trapped in a fortified facility run by
the demented Dr. Borge, who now resembles a wheelchair-bound cross
between Immortan Joe and Darth Sidious. Borge plans to nuke major
cities before unleashing his herd on undead dinosaurs on the world.
Before that, however, he turns a zombie T-Rex loose on his
trespassers. In my favorite scene, a mercenary meathead
drops his weapons and knocks-out the beast with a few punches (as though scrapping with dinosaurs comes with the job). But they soon
discover you can't a good - or dead - T-Rex down. It continues to
mosey throughout the facility, chomping down the cast, who then
become zombies themselves.
An tender moment in The Jurassic Dead. |
As
to be expected, the special effects are suitably terrible, with
nearly every scene looking like it was performed in front of a green
screen (even when it doesn't appear to be necessary). In fact, you'll
often notice the background can't hold completely still. T-Rex
himself (the only dinosaur in the film) is an amusing creation,
mostly the work of puppeteers. Characters behave stupidly, scenes
change with almost no transition and everything comes to a ridiculous
climax.
But
you probably already know this, which ultimately makes The
Jurassic Dead a hard movie not to enjoy (even the opening &
closing credits are funny...both intentionally and unintentionally).
Say what you will about its bargain-basement production values, shake
your head in disbelief at the laugh-inducing dialogue &
cringe-worthy performances, but one accusation you can't level at the
film is that it's boring.
You
gotta appreciate the sheer exuberance on display here. While not
entirely serious in tone, it's mostly free of the cynicism that tends
to suck the joy out of similar movies. We're almost certain this is
the best they could do on both sides of the camera. Only a goofy
post-credits scene suggests anything resembling self-awareness. So, hey...why not?
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KIBBLES:
LOADS
OF WILD EYE TRAILERS - You don't wanna miss these.
KITTY CONSENSUS:
A GOOFY GOOD TIME
July 6, 2018
A QUIET PLACE in Horror History
Starring
Emily Blunt, John Krasinski, Millicent Simmonds, Noah Jupe. Directed
by John Krasinski. (2018/90 min).
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Review
by Josey, the Sudden Cat🙀
Fortunately,
A Quiet Place is just warming up.
In
the not-to-distant future, the world has been subjected to a global
cataclysm in which vicious, horrific creatures - mostly unseen until
the final act - have decimated most of the population. Completely
blind, they are drawn by sound, attracted to even the most minuscule
noise. Worse yet, they're strong, agile and lightning fast; victims
are usually dead before they even knew what hit them.
The
story focuses on the Abbott family, who've adapted to survive in
silence at a remote farmhouse, though not without tragedy. Their
youngest son, Beau, was killed by the creatures, which deaf older
sister Regan (Millicent Simmons)
still blames herself for. The father, Lee (John Krasinski), spends
most of his days trying to contact others through computers and
a radio, while also teaching his son, Marcus (Noah Jupe), survival
tips and constructing an effective hearing aid for Regan. His wife,
Evelyn (Emily Blunt), has-since become pregnant. As the due date
nears, the family prepares by trying to sound-proof the basement.
When more trick-or-treaters show up, and you're all out of candy. |
The
Abbotts' daily routine makes up the bulk of the first half. Life is a
challenge, of course, and the film does a tremendous job reminding
the viewer what a typically noisy species people are. To go through
life making no sound at all - or face dire consequences - makes the
entire story fraught with tension, even during the supposedly routine
moments.
Not
everything is hunky-dory with the Abbotts, either. Regan harbors
resentment towards her dad, feeling like he also holds her
responsible for Beau's death. Indeed, it does often seem as though
Lee doesn't completely trust her, leaving her behind while he takes
Marcus on food gathering expeditions (even though the prospect
terrifies the boy). Their relative estrangement sets-up the film's
most poignant moment later on.
I
remember seeing A Quiet Place in theaters and marveling at how
the overwhelming silence in the film encouraged the same from
the audience. Hardly anyone dared even crunch their popcorn for fear
of breaking the tension, which wouldn't have happened if the film
weren't so consistently engaging. Not only is the premise completely
unique (how often can you say that about a horror film these
days?), it's smart, suspenseful and thoroughly exploits the
oppressive silence to great effect, intensifying the dread and
obligatory jump-scares. And the monsters, of course, are terrifically nasty creations.
Unlike
many recent horror films which generate brief amounts of hype and
praise before the next one comes along, I suspect we'll still be talking about
A Quiet Place a decade from now. It has the hallmarks of other stand-alone
classics of the genre: scary, totally original, lots of fun and
definitely worth repeated viewings. On a related note, I sincerely
hope they change their minds about doing a sequel (which has already
been announced). A premise like this is truly effective only once.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
FEATUETTES:
"Creating the Quiet" (behind-the-scenes documentary); "The
Sound of Darkness"; "A Reason for Silence" (visual
effects, mostly related to the creature).
DVD
& DIGITAL COPIES
KITTY CONSENSUS:
MEE-OW! LIKE TAUNTING A MOUSE TO DEATH
July 5, 2018
A CIAMBRA: Life on the Fringes
Starring
Pio Amato, Koudous Seihon, Damiano Amato, Francesco Pio Amato,
Iolanda Amato, Patrizia Amato, Rocco Amato, Susanna Amato. Directed
by Jonas Carpignano. (2017/119 min).
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Review
by Fluffy the Fearless😺
The
Amatos are a large, multi-generational family of gypsies living in
Romani. Pio, a street-smart 14-year-old, idolizes his older brother,
Cosimo, who helps support the family by stealing anything he can get
his hands on, then selling it to Italian mobsters or local African
refugees. When Cosimo gets caught and arrested - along with his
father - Pio takes tries to become the man of the family, boosting
cars, stealing luggage and fencing whatever he finds.
Though
he talks & acts tough - smoking, drinking and hanging out at the
same bars Cosimo did - Pio is still just an impressionable boy and,
despite some car-boosting tips from his brother, quite naive and
inexperienced. He comes to rely on help from Cosimo's African friend,
Ayiva (Koudous Seihun), to fence whatever he manages to steal.
Guess who took the last roll. |
Eventually,
circumstances force Pio to make some extraordinarily difficult
choices between friendship and family, and clinging to what's left of
his childhood versus a life like his brother's, which he'll likely never be
able to leave. These quandaries are the crux of A Ciambra,
though the story takes a considerable amount of time getting there. A
great deal of the film focuses of Pio - who's in nearly every scene -
and the world he's been raised in. He's not a particularly nice kid,
or even outwardly likable. However, Pio's obviously a product of his
environment, and though he seldom shows it outwardly, his love for
his family is repeatedly demonstrated through his actions,
questionable as they are.
The
most interesting aspect of A Ciabra is that the Amatos are a
real family playing fictionalized versions of themselves. They
actually live in that ramshackle house in the very village most of
the film takes place. That writer/director Jonas Carpignano manages
to get authentic, convincing performances out of all of them is quite
remarkable (a stunt Clint Eastwood failed to do with The 15:17 to
Paris). Pio himself is particularly impressive, able to carry
most of the movie's emotional weight on his inexperienced shoulders.
Reservoir Pups. |
The
episodic narrative does meander quite a bit. Just because what we're
seeing looks, sounds and feels authentic - augmented by intimate
hand-held camera work - doesn't mean it's always interesting. Pio's
relationship with Ayiva is engaging, but hanging out with the
Amatos - especially his siblings - is sometimes an endurance test.
However, the third act, particularly the very last shot, packs a
hefty emotional punch.
Well-intentioned
and occasionally revealing, A Ciambra is certainly worth
checking out, as it takes a unique approach in showing us a culture
that exists on the fringes of society. Considering his age and
experience, Pio Amato is also quite a revelation. But its
inconsistent pacing, not-to-mention an overall air of hopelessness
that hangs over the proceedings, probably discourages repeated
viewings.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
"A
CIAMBRA: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY" - Revealing
behind-the-scenes documentary.
FEATURETTE
- "From A Ciambra to Cannes"
DELETED
SCENES
SHORT:
"YOUNG LIONS FOR GYPSY" - This was the basis for the
feature film.
TRAILER
KITTY CONSENSUS:
NOT BAD. LIKE CAT CHOW.
July 2, 2018
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY (1945) Will Never Hang in My House
Starring
George Sanders, Hurd Hatfield, Lowell Gilmore, Donna Reed, Angela
Lansbury, Peter Lawford, Richard Fraser, Douglas Walton. Directed by
Albert Lewin. (1945/110 min).
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Essay
by D.M. ANDERSON🙀
It
takes a hell of a lot to truly scare me anymore.
It
ain't like when I was a kid and damn near everything terrified me. A few grotesqueries on my long list of
nightmare fuel were spiders, lava, quicksand, the dark,
large bugs, my neighbor's dog, slugs, monsters, holiday nutcrackers,
the high-dive, Grandma's basement, bees, Mom's tomato aspic and entering
a dark room without first reaching in to flip-on the light switch.
Some
of those fears were groundless, while others grew and festered
from personal experience...or movies I watched, such as The
Picture of Dorian Gray.
Every
summer, my parents used to ship my sister and I to Grandma's for
a week or two. She had a old house in Prosser, Washington, a town just big enough to require a traffic light at its lone
intersection. While I loved my grandma, she was only able
keep us entertained for so long before leaving us to amuse ourselves.
My sister and I often played in the basement, where Grandma and Grandpa
used to entertain guests before he passed away. There was a full bar,
piano, card table, dartboard, television, bookshelves and an ancient
console stereo with a massive collection of 78 RPM records. We spent
many summer afternoons pretending we were bar owners.
The
basement was also where Grandma kept old treasures she couldn't bring
herself to get rid of. Rummaging through the numerous storage closets
was like going on an archaeological expedition and discovering relics
from ancient civilizations. I once stumbled upon Grandpa's collection
of Playboy magazines, with issues dating back to the 1950s. At that
age, I was less interested in what those old issues were actually
worth than gazing in dumbstruck awe at the timeless glory of the
female anatomy.
Unless
we wanted to share Grandma's love for Days of Our Lives and
The Mike Douglas Show, we watched TV down there, too. One time, my sister happened to be engrossed in The
Picture of Dorian Gray. I didn't really share her love of old
movies at the time - especially black & white ones - so I wasn't
paying much attention...at least until the titular painting
appeared onscreen for the first time.
Portrait of a Young Douchebag. |
In
the movie, Dorian Gray (Hurd Hatfield) is a meek, impossibly handsome
young aristocrat who poses for a painting by Basil Hallward (Lowell
Gilmore). Having captured Gray perfectly, Basil considers it his
masterpiece. Also present at the unveiling is Lord Henry Wotton
(George Sanders), a cynical cad whose hedonism is renowned around town. Wotton
flippantly informs Gray that he'll someday succumb to the
ravages of age, but this portrait will retain his youth & beauty
forever. Gray openly wishes the opposite were true, which is somehow
granted by a mysterious Egyptian statue that happens to be within
earshot.
Unfortunately,
Gray is gullible and easily influenced by Wotton, becoming a
narcissistic douche in the process. His first act of cruelty is
viciously dumping the girl he loves (a very young Angela
Lansbury), who kills herself the next day. Over the years, Gray remains
as youthful as ever, which everyone in the community finds unnerving.
The painting, however, depicts him as the monster he's turned into,
his once-beautiful image growing increasingly grotesque with every
sin he commits, which eventually includes murder. To keep his secret,
Gray hides the horrific portrait in a locked room.
Something for the baby's room. |
Looking
like something from a Cannibal Corpse album cover, the painting is
presented in full color at key moments, heightening its shock value and scaring the shit out of me. Hell, Dorian's face was kind-of unnerving before his image began morphing into a monster.
I
found The Picture of Dorian Gray truly terrifying, the first
movie I remember giving me nightmares. Furthermore, Grandma's
basement was suddenly a scary place, especially since many of the
walls were adorned with replicas of similar old paintings, the
creepiest one being a couple of cherub-faced children staring
back at me. With only one ground-level window, the basement was
already dimly-lit, even with lights on. But with my new-found fear of
ancient portraits, I refused to ever go down there again once the sun
went down.
So
old paintings joined my long list of childhood fears. Not that I
crapped myself whenever I saw one, but I found them intimidating,
particularly when used as horror fodder. An especially terrifying
Night Gallery episode featured Roddy McDowell as a spoiled
punk who inherits the family estate after killing his ailing uncle.
Then he notices that an old painting of the family graveyard starts
changing. First, there's a freshly-dug grave, then an open casket
containing his dead uncle, followed by a corpse shambling toward the
the mansion. The last shot of the painting shows the
corpse at the door. By then, McDowell's character has gone completely
mad and yours truly was covering his eyes in horror.
As
a heavy metal fan, some of the artists I listen to write horror-based
songs to go with their image. Much of the time, it's either
tongue-in-cheek or supremely goofy, especially the stuff from the 80s.
But the one song that I found truly scary was the title track from King
Diamond's album, Fatal Portrait. The song tells the story of a
fanatical, abusive mother who's obsessed with painting a portrait of
her young daughter, Molly. She keeps the child locked in the attic,
and with every stroke she paints, Molly grows weaker until she
finally dies. But her spirit re-awakens in the painting, seeking
revenge on her terrified mother. The lyrics, coupled with the album's
cover art, were really creepy.
Dorian Gray's little sister, Doris. |
With
age comes wisdom, of course, and most of my old childhood fears seem
silly and quaint now (except spiders, because fuck spiders).
Today, I'm more preoccupied by decidedly "adult" terrors: tax season,
climate change, the thought of my in-laws moving in, my daughter's
first date, unexplained lumps, scary engine noises, identity theft,
and the big one, an increasing awareness of my own mortality.
Still,
it's no small coincidence that absolutely none of the decor in my
house has ever consisted of paintings featuring human subjects. In fact,
when Grandma passed away years later and the family was dividing what
she left behind, I vehemently refused to take home anything from that
basement, especially the scary-ass shit on the walls. Mom kept the
painting of those cherub children, though, which apparently evoked much
fonder memories in her than it did in me.
I'd
mostly forgotten how Dorian Gray's painting once traumatized me until recently revisiting the film. Seeing it again,
this time with adult eyes, I was able to appreciate the stunning
deep-focus cinematography and wonderful performances, especially
Sanders as Wotton, who I now realize is the film's true villain. I'm
not easily scared by horror movies, anymore, mainly because I've seen
so many that I've become somewhat jaded. But even 45 years later,
when that hideous painting flashed across the screen in all of its
hellish color, it still made me jump.
For
over 100 years, Oscar Wilde's original novel has been adapted
countless times, but this version remains in a class by itself. It may not be considered a true horror
film by some, perhaps because the look and tone more closely resemble a lush period drama. But by being selective with its
shocks, we're caught off-guard, rendering its moments of terror
all-the-more potent. All these years later, The Picture of Dorian Gray still has the power to inspire dread.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
AUDIO
COMMENTARY - By Angela Lansbury and Film historian Steve Haberman
"STAIRWAY
TO LIGHT" - Live-action dramatization of French physician
Phillippe Pinel. Won an Oscar for Best Short Subject.
"QUIET,
PLEASE!" - Oscar-winning Tom & Jerry cartoon.
TRAILER
KITTY CONSENSUS:
MEE-OW! LIKE BEING TURNED LOOSE IN A BIRD SANCTUARY
June 29, 2018
SUPER FLY (1972): A Lesson in Genre History
Starring
Ron O'Neal, Carl Lee, Julius W. Harris, Sheila Frazier, Charles
McGregor, Curtis Mayfield. Directed by Gordon Parks Jr. (1972/93
min).
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Review
by Mr. Paws😸
When
reviewing discs, I generally watch the film first, then go through
whatever supplementary material is included. For some reason, I did
the opposite with 1972's Super Fly, which turned out to be a good idea.
Along
with Shaft, this film defined
70's "blaxploitation" in the eyes of many, including myself.
It's also not a genre I'm particularly familiar with. And because Super Fly is so emblematic of its time, watching the retrospective
documentary in advance provides some valuable context that might help
the uninitiated appreciate its influence and cultural
impact.
Ron
O'Neal is Youngblood Priest, a high-rolling cocaine dealer who plans
one more big score before getting out of the business for good, which
turns out to be easier said than done. The story itself is
actually pretty slight, nearly everything related to his line of work
regulated to a photo montage and a few corrupt cops on his tail.
Super Fly is more about Priest himself. Cool, tough & stylish,
he's pretty-much the whole show, whether romping in a bubble bath
with his lady, Georgia (Sheila Frazier), turning the tables on his enemies or cruising around New York
in his customized Eldorado (which has since-become as iconic as the film itself).
Obviously
assembled on a very low budget, Super Fly's writing,
direction and cinematography is merely perfunctory. But
compensating for its lack of panache are earnest, lively performances
and an absolutely killer soundtrack. O'Neal exudes loads of charisma
as Priest, and what more can be said about Curtis Mayfield's music
score? Not only do they perfectly enhance every scene, the songs have
aged a lot better than the film.
"I think the bullets go in right here, guys." |
Super
Fly was somewhat controversial when first released, supposedly
for glamorizing drug-dealers and exacerbating a negative image of
African-Americans. However, the film does not present the drug
business as an appealing career choice. Despite his ride &
wardrobe, Priest ain't exactly living like Tony Montana, and none of
these characters appear to reap the rewards of their lifestyle. In
fact, they've more-or-less been denied opportunities to do anything
else. There are numerous moments in the film where Priest is told his
dream of finally getting out is hopelessly optimistic.
While
Shaft is arguably the most entertaining blaxploitation film of
the 70s, Super Fly is just as historically important. Four
decades on, it may be a bit too grassroots and - amusingly? -
outdated for newcomers. That's why Warner Archive was wise to include
a generous amount of bonus material for this release (carried over
from the original DVD). Knowing its backstory beforehand makes Super
Fly a more rewarding experience for anyone curious about the
genre.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
FEATURETTES
- "One Last Deal: A Retrospective" (a terrific
documentary that effectively explains Super Fly's historical
importance); "Behind the Hog" (Les Dunham discusses the
design of Priest's classic car); "Behind the Threads" (Nate
Adams still has his plaid suit!)
VINTAGE
INTERVIEW - With Ron O'Neal
AUDIO
COMMENTARY
TRAILER
KITTY CONSENSUS:
NOT BAD. LIKE CAT CHOW.
June 28, 2018
Did You Hear the One About the Traveling CHINA SALESMAN?
Starring
Dong-Xue Li, Mike Tyson, Steven Seagal, Janicke Askevold, Li Ai, Eriq
Ebouaney. Directed by Tan Bing. (2017/110 min).
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by Tiger the Terrible😼
Tyson vs. Seagal? Not quite.
In
one of China Salesman's very first scenes, Steven Seagal and
Mike Tyson throw-down in a bar. During this lengthy and destructive
brawl, Seagal lands a precision strike to the tip of Tyson's ear,
which briefly disorients the ex-heavyweight with incessant ringing. Was
this a cheeky allusion to Tyson's infamous ear-biting incident? If
so, it's as self-aware as this dumpster fire gets. The rest is unintentional comedy gold.
This
initial clash of former titans has zero to do with the actual plot,
and it's unclear what triggered the fight to begin with. This scene
is also the only time they share the screen. Tyson pops up now and
then to glare, blow stuff up and deliver every line like he's
severely constipated (and it's obvious he looped much of his dialogue during
post-production). But give the man some credit...at least he looks
like he's trying. Seagal shows-up even less, nearly always seated
behind a desk or bar, slurping wine and mumbling so unintelligibly that one wishes his
lines came with subtitles.
"If it's Ladies Night, then where the hell are they?" |
Speaking
of which, the actual star is Dong-Xue Li as Yan Jian, computer whiz and man-of-action (though he spends most of the film getting his ass handed to him). He represents a Chinese company engaged
in a bidding war for a contract to run all telecommunications in an
unnamed African country. When Yan and his colleagues are speaking
their own language, the subtitles flash across the screen so fast
that we can't entirely process what they're saying (and this is where most of the exposition is offered). Li also give the film's worst performance, which is really saying
something when we remember who else is in the cast.
The
plot is so convoluted that we're only vaguely aware of what's going on at any given time. It basically involves a French spy, Michael, who attempts
to win the communications contract by triggering a civil war
(!). The narrative often jumps from point A to B with
little or no transition, and some scenes have no context whatsoever
(out-of-the-blue shower scene, anyone?). There's plenty o' gunplay,
chases, explosions and mayhem, but it's not always clear who's
fighting who or why. Not only that, several characters change sides without warning or logical explanation.
Certainly expensive looking, China
Salesman is the obvious result of many investors with deep
pockets (check out the sheer number of company logos preceding the
opening titles), but I'm not sure where all that money went
(explosives, maybe...there's a lot of 'em). The film is so
haphazardly assembled, badly acted, poorly executed and atrociously
written that its deadly seriousness renders
the whole thing hilarious, culminating in an priceless
final scene where Tyson is required to emote way, WAY beyond his
abilities. If you ain't rolling on the floor by then, check your pulse.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
PROMO
REEL
PHOTO
GALLERY
KITTY CONSENSUS:
A REAL HOOT!
ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD First Photo From Set
August 9, 2019
Quentin Tarantino's ninth feature film is a story that takes
place in Los Angeles in 1969, at the height of hippy Hollywood. The two
lead characters are Rick Dalton (Leonardo DiCaprio), former star of a
western TV series, and his longtime stunt double Cliff Booth (Brad
Pitt). Both are struggling to make it in a Hollywood they don't
recognize anymore. But Rick has a very famous next-door
neighbor...Sharon Tate.
June 27, 2018
BLOCKERS: Redefining Overprotective
Starring
Leslie Mann, Ike Barinholtz, John Cena, Kathryn Newton, Geraldine
Viswanathan, Gideon Adlon, Graham Phillips, Miles Robbins, Jimmy
Bellinger, Sarayu Blue, Gary Cole, Gina Gershon, Hannibal Buress,
June Diane Raphael. Directed by Kay Cannon. (2018/102 min).
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Review
by Stinky the Destroyer😽
While
Blockers is sure to amuse its intended audience, the film
doesn't make the most of its premise. The idea of three fiercely
overprotective parents going to extremes to stop their daughters
from losing their virginity is filled with comedic
possibilities. But this is one of those movies where, almost
immediately, we can think of how we would have done it differently.
What
would have been really funny
is if the parents simply mistook their kids' text
messages for a sex pact. The extreme measures they take to prevent it could have been a clever and congenial comedy-of-errors just about any parent might relate to. But Julie,
Kayla and Sam do indeed plan to lose their virginity on prom night; half of the film consists of the girls partying and puking with their
dates. With the exception of Sam, the most insecure member of the
gang (and questioning her own sexual identity), none of the teenage
characters are particularly interesting. Blockers briefly
addresses societal double-standards when it comes to attitudes related to girls' budding sexuality versus boys', but it's late in the film and more of
an afterthought.
"From now on, I wrestle in these." |
The
parents' adventures range from humorously observational to
ridiculously over-the-top, with much greater emphasis on the latter.
As Mitchell, Kayla's sports-minded father who refuses to acknowledge
she's becoming a woman, John Cena is sometimes quite amusing.
Considering Cena's physique and WWE history, it's ironic that he's
found his niche in comedy. Ike Barinholtz also has
some nice moments as Sam's estranged, no-account father, evolving
from a supremely obnoxious loser to the most empathetic character in the
entire film. However, Julie's mom, Lisa (Leslie Mann), is the polar
opposite. A single parent who fears her daughter will make some of
the same mistakes she once did, we initially feel for her. But Lisa grows
increasingly shrill and unlikable with every scene.
Despite
a few fleeting attempts at poignancy, much of the humor in Blockers
aims for the crotch, both literally and figuratively. The story is mostly a clothesline on which to hang a series of episodic, raunchy gags that could have been inserted into countless other explicit sex comedies. Some of this is very
funny - Gary Cole and Gina Gershon are a riot as a pair of
sexually-adventurous parents - some of it isn't.
I sometimes laughed out-loud, as I imagine a lot of people
will. Fans of films such as Neighbors, Girls Trip and Mike and Dave
Need Wedding Dates won't have any complaints. As these things go,
Blockers isn't bad, but considering the cast and inherent
potential of the premise, it could have been so much more.
EXTRA
KIBBLES
FEATURETTES -
"Prom Night"; "Rescue Mission"; "Chug! Chug!
Chug!" & "Puke-a-Palozza" (behind-the-scenes of
the film's two biggest gross-out gags)
"THE
HISTORY OF SEX WITH IKE BARINHOLTZ" and "JOHN CENA'S PROM
SURVIVAL KIT FOR PARENTS" - Promotional sketches (Cena appears
to be reading cue cards)
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REEL
LINE-O-RAMA
AUDIO
COMMENTARY - By Director Kay Cannon
DVD
& DIGITAL COPIES
KITTY CONSENSUS:
NOT BAD. LIKE CAT CHOW.
June 25, 2018
SOYLENT GREEN and the Starbucks Solution
Starring
Charlton Heston, Edward G. Robinson, Leigh Taylor-Young, Brock
Peters, Chuck Connors, Joseph Cotten, Paula Kelly, Stephen Young,
Mike Henry, Whit Bissell, Dick Van Patten. Directed by Richard
Fleischer. (1973/97 min).
Essay
by D.M. ANDERSON
"Soylent
Green is peeeople!"
Everybody
knows that, just like everybody knows Darth Vader is Luke's old man,
Dorothy was only dreaming and Taylor has been on Earth the entire
time. So quoting the final line in Soylent Green - memorably
moaned by that master of subtlety, Charlton Heston - probably isn't
spoiling the party. It isn't like the time I was watching Planet
of the Apes on TV when I was 9-years-old and Mom came waltzing
into the living room to smugly announce, "You know it's really Earth,
right?"
What
the fuck, Mom?
I
didn't actually say that, of course, because I preferred my ass to be
welt-free. The funny thing is, she knew Planet of the
Apes' big twist without ever actually seeing the movie herself. That final image of the Statue of Liberty buried in sand became almost instantly iconic (without help from the
internet). From that point on, the only people shocked by the film's climax were those fortunate
enough to have seen it in 1968...and clueless nine-year-olds catching it for
the first time on CBS...hopefully without their spoiler-happy mothers lurking about.
Soylent
Green is not as culturally revered as Planet of the Apes,
though Charlton Heston was becoming cinema's apocalypse poster boy at
the time. The film isn't nearly as much fun, either. In 2022, the
world is severely polluted and overpopulated. While the wealthy
live in relative comfort in luxurious high-rise apartments
(complete with young concubines), most poor bastards dwell in crowded
squalor. Suicide, however, is an option. Anyone sick of life can simply show up
unannounced at their friendly neighborhood euthanasia clinic and peacefully end
it all.
Livestock
and crops are nearly non-existent and reserved for those who can
afford 150 bucks for a jar of strawberries. Everyone else lives off
of government issued crackers, Soylent Red, Soylent Yellow and
everyone's new favorite, Soylent Green. In fact, Soylent Green proves
to be so popular that people riot when food centers run out.
"Forget it, kid. I'm starting at QB today." |
Frank
Thorn (Heston) is a cop investigating the murder of a Soylent
Corporation bigwig, who was bludgeoned to death in his swanky
apartment. With the help of his researcher & roommate, Sol
(Edward G. Robinson, in his final film), the investigation leads him
to discover the Soylent Corporation's dark secret: the main
ingredient of those delectable crackers isn't soy at all, but people who've been processed through the euthanasia clinics.
Soylent
Green ain't exactly a feelgood film. In fact, it's downright
depressing at times, such as when Sol finally decides to cash-in at one of those clinics. That scene is even more poignant when
you realize Robinson was dying of cancer at the time. He and
Heston were friends, so their emotions during his deathbed sequence were genuine. Elsewhere, the film is aesthetically drab & grimy, the tone relentlessly downbeat and pessimistic, its environmental
message sobering. We're subjected to so much self-perpetuated human
misery that when the big twist is finally revealed, perhaps we really
aren't all that shocked.
Still,
"Soylent Green is people!" more-or-less immortalized
the movie, which has left its indelible mark on popular culture. For
over four decades now, it has been referenced, name-dropped and
parodied in countless films, TV shows and various other media.
There's a metal band that took its name from the title. There are numerous Soylent Green food & cocktail recipes. Yours truly even
owns a novelty t-shirt advertising Soylent Green cereal
("Now with more REAL PEOPLE in every bite!"). Neither my
wife or daughters have ever sat and watched the movie, but even they
know what Soylent Green is made of.
Extreme Hopscotch. |
But
getting back to the film itself...my pessimistic view of
human nature has me wondering if Thorn's discovery would
realistically make a difference. The film ends with Heston screeching
that immortal, meme-worthy line to the masses, the camera freezing on
his bloody, outstretched hand. This raises some troubling questions:
What next? Is the Soylent Corporation held accountable for their
awful secret? Does a shocked and outraged society rise-up against
them? And if all plant and animal life are already on the verge of
extinction, what are 40 million people in New York City alone
going to eat instead? And if Soylent Green itself is so deliciously addicting, would anyone really care what it's made of?
It's
possible people would be initially horrified, but I suspect
most would soon bury that knowledge, just like we currently do while
enjoying a hot dog. We've all heard horror stories and urban legends about McDonald's
ingredients...worm meat, animal brains, etc. But even after Morgan
Spurlock exposed the horrors of Value Meals in Super
Size Me, McDonald's remained the biggest restaurant chain in the
world because Quarter Pounders are still fucking awesome. Since
Soylent Green itself looks more like Sun Chips than it does our loved
ones, wouldn't most of us do the same, especially if the only other
option is starvation?
Thorn spots a relative. |
On
a related personal note, yours truly is a coffee junkie. Ever since becoming
addicted to it in college, I'm unable to constructively interact with
others without starting my day with a cup or six. As an educator in
the real world - of middle-schoolers, no less - I'm fairly confident
this magic elixir is the only thing that prevents me from becoming a
child murderer.
Starbucks, of course, is the evil Galactic Empire of the java-verse. For
the longest time, I managed to avoid its insidious allure, dashing
clear of the Starbucks in our Safeway parking lot, then juking like
Walter Payton to avoid the second
Starbucks inside the store. I thumbed my nose at franchise's hipster-baiting
trendiness and the idea of shelling-out five bucks for what's
essentially a glorified milkshake. I was also convinced most people
patronized Starbucks so others could see they patronized Starbucks.
After all, coffee is coffee. Anyone who needed whipped cream,
sprinkles, syrup and cookie straws weren't hardcore coffee achievers...just candy addicts. To my utter disgust, Starbucks' grande-sized
White Chocolate Mocha became my own wife's personal heroin. Worse
yet, like the drug-addicted parents we educators are required to
report to Child Services, she got our kids hooked on this shit, too.
Between
my family, co-workers, acquaintances and friends, I felt like a
single ship atop a sea of conformity, feeling superior the mindless
sheep willing to wait in a twenty-minute line for something you could get at 7-Eleven for half the price. Whenever I was
forced to feed my family's addiction by being the twelfth fucking car at
the drive-thru - nearly every weekend - a
small part of me wished the neighborhood euthanasia clinics in
Soylent Green were real.
Then
I received a Starbucks Christmas gift card from one of my students, who apparently assumed teachers must love Starbucks nearly as much as driving Toyota Priuses (you'd be surprised how many of my colleagues own one). I feigned gratitude with a polite smile while making a
mental note to drop her grade to a C-. My family was happy, of
course. For them, the only thing better than getting Starbucks while holiday
shopping was free Starbucks while holiday shopping. So one
weekend, card in-hand, we found ourselves in the nearest
twenty-minute line at one of our local mall's 17 Starbucks stores.
Being that I was exhausted from lugging around Old Navy bags and
it didn't cost anything, I caved-in and ordered myself a grande cup of their
strongest, darkest roast. "Would you like room for cream?"
the bubbly barista asked. Fuck, no.
Sometimes it's a texture thing. |
I
took my first sip, and despite scorching my tongue, the heavens
suddenly parted and the angels sang. This wasn't just coffee...this was nerve-jolting, eyeball-bursting COFFEE! Sweet ambrosia, where have you been my whole life? Even though I felt like I just joined the world's
largest cult, I became an instant Starbucks convert. Sure, I had always managed to brew a
decent cup o' joe at home, but it was mere Soylent Yellow compared to
this. Today, whenever my wife and I go anywhere, be-it the grocery
store or a trip to her mother's, our first stop is always the nearest
Starbucks. Someday, I hope to stop at the Starbucks in our Safeway
parking lot and pound-back a grande Dark Roast in time to order
another one when we get inside the store.
If
some nosey cop were to suddenly burst into the store with the ominous announcement that Starbucks' soaked its
coffee beans in the blood of children to achieve their delectable distinctiveness, I'm not sure how much I'd really care.
Sure, I'd be initially horrified because...you know, the blood of
children. But what am I supposed to do...revert back to
Folger's? The prospect of shitting a coconut has more appeal. Besides, it's not like I'd be drinking the blood my children.
Starbucks: Brewed with the blood of children. |
Additionally, if I were waiting in one of those
twenty-minute lines and the manager came out from behind the counter with a
bullhorn to announce, "The supply of Dark Roast has been
exhausted," I'd probably incite a riot that would make
the one in Soylent Green look like toddlers protesting naptime at a daycare facility.
Am
I alone? From my own personal experience, I doubt it. Maybe Soylent
Green's concept is actually more timely than we'd like to think. Sure,
as 2022 rapidly approaches, it doesn't look like we'll be ready
to make Grandpa part of our nutritious breakfast. But we might want to ask ourselves what horrors we'd be currently willing to accept in order to keep consuming the things we love.
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