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Movie Night: Frank Miller’s Sin City: Recut & Extended

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Released: 21 April 2009
Originally Released: 1 April 2005
Directors: Robert Rodriguez and Frank Miller
Distributor: Miramax Films

Budget: $40 million
Box Office: $158.7 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 76% / 78%

Quick Facts:
After making a name for himself at DC and Marvel Comics, writer/artist Frank Miller brought his love of film noir to life with his Sin City comics, attracting genre fan Robert Rodriguez, who defied convention to give Miller a co-director credit. The entire film was shot on elaborate green screen sets to recreate Miller’s stark visuals, lifting panels and dialogue directly from the books. The results were widely praised, though it took about ten years to get a sequel and a planned television series has still yet to materialise.

The Review:
Frank Miller’s Sin City is one of the most faithful big screen adaptations of a comic book property ever made, not just because the writer and artist of the acclaimed series was directly involved in the directing and production of the film, but because the movie rips its visuals directly from Miller’s books. The stories are direct adaptations of the Sin City comics, with the shortest – “The Customer is Always Right” – serving as a bookend for the theatrical version. The first part of this segment part was produced by co-director Robert Rodriguez as a proof-of-concept to gain Miller’s blessing for the project. The short sees a mysterious and attractive hitman known only as the “Salesman” (Josh Hartnett) approach a gorgeous young woman (Marley Shelton) at a party. He’s captivated by her looks and her scent and immediately professes his love for her, giving her affection and comfort right before fulfilling his contract and murdering her. The Salesman then pops up in the theatrical film’s coda, approaching misguided prostitute Becky (Alexis Bledel), presumably to execute her after the events of “The Big Fat Kill”. This is just one instance of Sin City’s interconnectivity. All the stories overlap, with characters appearing in the background in one story before taking the lead in another. Basin City is one of the most corrupted, violent, and seediest places in all of comicdom. It seems 90% of the police force are on the take and there’s little that conniving, controlling Senator Ethan Roark (played with delicious relish by the late, great Powers Booth) doesn’t own or control. This is an overlapping theme throughout the film, with Roark directly impacting the lives of Detective John Hartigan (Bruce Willis) and Marv (Mickey Rourke), and “The Big Fat Kill” exploring how ineffectual the police are in “Old Town”, where a shaky truce with the resident prostitutes – led by Gail (Rosario Dawson) – keeps the cops out. As this is essentially an anthology film, I’ll delve into each story separately before discussing some overarching themes and such.

Veteran cop Hartigan endures years in prison to save a little girl from a pervert’s wrath.

“That Yellow Bastard” is one of two segments I find the most enjoyable in this film. The story follows Hartigan, a thirty-year veteran who’s spent his entire career doing things “by the book”. Whereas his partner, Bob (Michael Madsen), reluctantly turns a blind eye to Roark’s corruption, Hartigan refuses, especially with his retirement literally hours away when we first meet him. Hartigan’s one loose end is Roark’s son, Ethan Roark Jr. (Nick Stahl), a sick little paedophile who likes to toy with, rape, and mutilate young girls. Rather than simply walking away, Hartigan defies his partner and the Roarks by pursuing Junior to a warehouse, arriving just in time to save young Nancy Callahan (Makenzie Vega) all while battling angina. Determined to “go out with a bang”, Hartigan’s crusade sees him literally and figuratively disarm Junior. leaving him a mangled and comatose wreck. Unfortunately, that’s not how justice works in Sin City and Hartigan’s betrayed by Bob, arrested, and framed for Junior’s crimes. As Roark puts it, Hartigan learns the true meaning of power as witnesses and evidence are all bought or tampered with to paint Hartigan as a bent cop with a taste for kids. His reputation and marriage are left as tattered as his body, which Roark pays to restore so he can get off on seeing Hartigan disgraced and stuck in solitary confinement. Hartigan accepts this, unwilling to endanger young Nancy, who remains indebted and besotted with him. Due to his stubborn refusal to speak up, Hartigan spends eight years alone in prison, with only letters from Nancy (using a pseudonym) to keep him going. He comes to see Nancy as a dear friend and daughter (though it’s clear his feelings run deeper and he’s just in denial) and thus falls into despair when the letters suddenly stop, a nineteen-year-old girl’s severed finger arrives in his cell, and a strange, disgusting, yellow-colouring imp attacks him.

You know a film’s doing something right when even Nick Sthal puts in a captivating performance!

Fearing for Nancy’s life, Hartigan begrudgingly swallows his pride and confesses, which is enough to have him released due to “time served”. Rather than dwell on his losses, Hartigan returns to his mission to keep Nancy safe, only to find she’s grown into Jessica fuckin’ Alba and works at a strip bar! Blinded by his love for Nancy and his obsession with saving her, Hartigan realises all-too late that he’s been tricked and is soon struggled with his lust for Nancy and keeping her safe from the titular “Yellow Bastard”, an unnerving lunatic who really pops thanks to his yellow complexion. It turns Junior was radically altered by experimental surgery as Roark was desperate for a grandchild. While it scuppered Junior’s Presidential prospects, he continued to abuse, rape, and torture children while Hartigan rotted in his cell, and is determined to avenge himself on Hartigan and Nancy. I was surprised by how good Nick Stahl is here, especially once he’s under all the prosthetics and make-up. Junior’s a pathetic little man at the best of times, a spoiled rich boy brat who enjoys the immunity offered him by his father’s power and is so pathetic that he can’t get it up unless his victims scream. Hartigan knows this secret and tells it to Nancy, who frustrates Junior with her defiance and proves that she grew up strong after all. Similarly, Bruce Willis was the perfect choice for grizzled veteran cop Hartigan, despite Bruce obviously not matching Miller’s hulking, exaggerating artwork and the somewhat controversial nature of his relationship with the much-younger Nancy. Hartigan tries to resist her, but he can’t deny that he’s also in love with her and it’s only due to Junior’s interference that we’re spared a love scene between them. It’s a little disturbing, for sure, though it’s explicitly said and shown that Hartigan doesn’t think of Nancy in that way until she’s nineteen, at least. Plus, like…it is Jessica Alba so it’s understandable he’d have the hots for her.

Despite triumphing, Hartigan can’t fight Roark’s corruption and makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect Nancy.

Hartigan is much more durable than the average man, basically telling his heart attack to sit the fuck down, surviving multiple gun shots and beatings, and besting most foes with a single punch. Hartigan’s aware of his limitations and regularly chastises himself for being reckless, allowing him to keep his cool even during a high-speed chase with Junior firing at him. Hartigan never wastes his time or his bullets, firing accurately and blasting off limbs and sending yellow blood spraying. He also proves driven and strong enough to pound the Yellow Bastard’s head into bloody mush by the end, showing he’s not your average cynical old man. There’s a tragedy to Hartigan that I’ve always felt palpable. Of all the characters and narrators of Sin City, I gravitate to him the most as he’s cynical, self-deprecating, and honest in a way that makes him extremely relatable. He’s clearly proud of his work and sees his retirement as bittersweet. It means leaving behind the violence and corruption, but also means he can’t help people, something he feels so strongly about that he happily takes the fall to protect Nancy, enduring beatings, slander, and solitude all to keep her safe. Hartigan knows that Roark is beyond the law. Roark even demonstrates that when he visits the hospital and boasts about how he could simply shoot Hartigan without repercussion. Hartigan consoles himself with the small victory that killing Junior ends Roark’s bloodline, which he frames as an absolute win to reassure Nancy. Hartigan sends her away, promising to follow her after clearing his name and bringing down Roark. Maybe that’s something John McClane might do, but not John Hartigan. Instead, he lies to Nancy to give her hope and keep her safe, then does the only thing he can do to ensure her safety by killing himself. It’s a startling ending, especially consider Bruce’s action credentials, but really sums up Hartigan’s commitment to shouldering the burden for others.

When his hooker love is killed, simple-minded brute Marv embarks on a brutal investigation.

My second favourite segment, “The Hard Goodbye” represented Mickey Rourke’s big Hollywood comeback and casts the former heartthrob as the brutish and disfigured Marv, a well-meaning but borderline psychotic bruiser who suffers from an unspecified medical condition that often leaves him confused, paranoid, and imagining things. Since he’s so badly disfigured, Marv is overjoyed when voluptuous prostitute Goldie (Jaime King) hooks up with him, throwing herself at him and giving him the affection and tenderness he’s craved his whole miserable life. Marv’s joy is short-lived, however, as he wakes to find Goldie dead and heavily-army cops ready to pounce. Thanks to his unexplained superhuman strength and durability, Marv easily brutalises the cops and escapes, patching up his minor wounds and beginning a vendetta to figure out who killed the only woman he’s ever loved (besides his doting, blind mother (Lucina Paquet)). Determined to kill his way to the truth, but still conscious of his medical condition, Marv goes to his parole officer, Lucille (Carla Gugino), for a fresh batch of pills and some insight into Goldie. While Lucille tries to warn Marv off his killing spree, not wanting to see him locked up for the rest of his life, Marv relishes a return to the “all-or-nothin’ days” of old, employing what little intelligence he has in weeding out small time thugs and torturing them in creative ways for leads, before killing them. Marv’s methods might be brutal, but they’re incredibly efficient and lead him to a crooked priest (Frank Miller), who reveals that Roark’s brother, Cardinal Patrick Henry Roark (Rutger Hauer), was behind Goldie’s murder. This throws Marv and sees him questioning reality as even he is shocked at the idea that someone so powerful he could’ve become the Pope or the President would go to the trouble of framing a meathead like him for a hooker’s murder.

Silent cannibal sadistic Kevin forces Marv to rethink his strategy.

Still, Marv investigates the Roark family farm on the outskirts of town and finds a creepy, silent man-child living there. Silent, agile, and deadly, Kevin (Elijah Wood) easily bests the unsuspecting Marv and he wakes to find Lucille missing an arm and to learn that Kevin killed and ate Goldie’s fellow hookers. Kevin also chopped off and ate Lucille’s arm and forced her to watch, briefly shattering her hard-ass demeanour before she composes herself. Though grateful to Marv for saving her, Lucille turns him in when the cops arrive and gets gunned down for her troubles, compelling Marv to go on hatchet-wielding killing spree. Marv’s confusion only doubles when he’s attacked by what he assumes to be a hallucination of Goldie, but which turns out to be her twin sister, Wendy (Jaime King). Bewildered, overwhelmed, and exhausted, Marv is easily subdued by Wendy and taken to Gail and their fellow prostitutes in Old Town. While Wendy initially blames Marv for her sister’s death and plans to beat and kill him, they quickly realise that it’s all a setup and Wendy confirms Cardinal Roark’s involvement since Goldie “worked the clergy”. Wendy helps Marv gather supplies to return to the farm, though he only tolerates her help for so long. He refuses to let her finish Kevin off and cold clocks her to keep her from seeing what he does to Kevin since he doesn’t want to scar her for life. Thanks to his amazing durability, Marv weathers Kevin’s swift attack and talon-like nails and handcuffs him, dropping him with a single punch and using a hacksaw to saw off his arms and legs. Still, while Marv delights in watching Kevin’s dog feed upon him and hacking off the psycho’s head, he’s left unfulfilled since Kevin refuses to scream, or make any sound at all, through the whole ordeal.

After avenging Goldie for himself and Wendy, Marv willingly meets his end.

Luckily for Marv, Cardinal Roark is a much more willing participant. Cardinal Roark is horrified when Marv brings him Kevin’s severed head and reveals that he not only encouraged Kevin’s cannibalism, but joined in, targeting “whores” since no one would miss them and feeling the touch of God almighty upon consuming human meat. Unimpressed and disgusted, Marv brutalises Cardinal Roark with his bare hands, giving him the “hard goodbye” he promised Goldie on her death bed. Unfortunately, Marv is subdued by the cops shortly after and spends months in hospital recovering from his wounds, initially convinced Roark’s men will come to finish the job before realising they plan to besmirch him, too. Though he refuses to co-operate, he’s coerced into taking the fall for Kevin and Cardinal Roark’s crimes and is branded a “psycho killer”. Regardless, Marv is largely nonplussed at his impending execution, believing the world would be a better place without him in it, and is eager to get it all over with. Out of gratitude for his actions and sacrifice, Wendy visits him one last time and allows Marv to have her, thinking of her as Goldie. Ever the stubborn meathead, Marv forgoes the obligatory Bible verses and hastens his execution, amusingly shrugging off the first round of electricity before finally breathing his last, consoling himself with memories of Goldie. Rourke shines as Marv, a simple-minded brute with a clear-cut code of honour who feels no remorse at roughing up or killing anyone who’s wronged him or his friends, especially dames. Marv is a very tragic figure, one constantly on the brink of a psychotic breakdown, who’s determined to bring down “gods” like Cardinal Roark even if it means his death. I loved the running gag of him acquiring new coats and offing his victims in increasingly bonkers ways, and how vicious his mean streak was.

When unstable cop Jackie runs afoul of Old Town, self-righteous Dwight desperately tries to protect his friends.

Finally, there’s “The Big Fat Kill”, which is enjoyable but probably the weakest segment for me, mainly because it has far more “Millerisms” than the other stories (that is, repetitive, childish, and stupid dialogue). This story explores Old Town in more detail, depicting it as Sin City’s seedy red-light district where the ladies are the law. The cops don’t patrol there and, in return, they get sent home alive if they accidentally cross the border and get to unwind with the girls when off duty. The women are therefore free to police themselves, dishing out brutal and efficient vigilante justice whenever their clients get too full of themselves, with Gail leading the charge and silent, deadly little Miho (Devon Aoki) slicing guys up with her katana. The story follows Dwight McCarthy (Clive Owen), a mysterious and grizzled man with a “new face” who’s back in town and hooking up with Shellie (Brittany Murphy), a rambunctious waitress. When Shellie’s accosted by her drunken, obsessively aggressive ex, Jack Rafferty (Benicio del Toro), Dwight stands up for her without hesitation, shrugging off her protests and determined to teach “Jackie Boy” a lesson about respecting women. Concerned for the ladies of Old Town, Dwight pursues Jack and his drunken friends to the red-light district, where they attract Gail’s wrath after accosting Becky. Gail, angry at Dwight for ditching her in the past, immediately takes charge and orders Jack’s death, refusing to listen to Dwight’s sudden feeling that something’s off. Sure enough, Dwight discovers a bombshell on Jackie Boy’s corpse: he was Lieutenant “Iron Jack” Rafferty, a “goddamn hero cop”, and his death would mean an end to the shaky truce and a return to all-out war in Old Town. Thanks to her ill-will towards Dwight, Gail’s reluctant to go along with his plan to ditch Jackie Boy’s corpse in the tar pit across town but he convinces her with his conviction, passion, and quick hands, determined to safeguard the women and avoid any bloodshed.

Dwight and his sultry allies must set aside their grievances to avoid bloodshed in Old Town.

Still, the experience rattles Dwight and sees him hallucinating conversations with Jackie Boy’s mangled corpse. Dwight’s right to be on edge as some previous actions mean he’s one fingerprint away from execution and he’s risking a lot to protect his friends, but he follows through since he can’t help but protect those he cares about. Unfortunately, Dwight’s plan hits a snag when the car the ladies give him conks out and he’s attacked by Irish mercenaries led by Brian (Tommy Flanagan). Despite Brian’s penchant for grenades being largely ineffective (it’s seriously laughable how characters shrug off explosions even when they’re right at their feet!), Dwight ends up in the tar and Brian escapes with Jack’s severed head. Luckily, Miho rescues Dwight and they retrieve the head, then concoct a desperate plan to trade it for Gail, who’s held hostage by eloquent and imposing man-mountain Manute (Michael Clarke Duncan). Sporting a golden eye and holding a grudge against prostitutes, Manute certainly cuts an intimidating figure, with his slightest touch causing Gail agony. He works for unseen mob boss Wallenquist, who’s keen to expedite the war between Old Town and the cops so he can regain control of the red-light district. Manute, much like Junior, is joined by an eclectic bunch of underlings, from loquacious minions to Neo-Nazis, who add a splash of (metaphorical) colour to Sin City’s underworld. Manute also seems to have a grudge against Dwight, though it’s not expanded upon in this story. In fact, pretty much nothing is known of Dwight’s past life; you’d have to read A Dame to Kill For (Miller, 1993 to 1994) or watch the sequel to find out more about that.

Though visually striking, Miller’s quirky dialogue makes “The Big Fat Kill” the least enjoyable segment.

Anyway, Dwight’s plan echoes a famous strategy employed by the Spartans and depicted (in Miller’s typical exaggerated fashion) in 300 (ibid, 1998). He forces Manute and his goons into a dark, narrow alleyway where their numbers are less effective and demands a simple trade: Jack’s severed head for Gail. Despite Becky questioning why Jackie Boy’s head has tape around its mouth, Manute agrees and Gail initially despairs of Dwight, before he reveals he stuffed one of Brian’s grenades into Jackie Boy’s head. The explosion scars Manute and takes out some of his minions before Miho and the other ladies emerge from the rooftops and join Dwight and Gail in slaughtering “every last rat-bastard one of them” to send a message to Wallenquist. The act sees Dwight and Gail rediscover their passion for each other, though they each lament that they’re seemingly doomed to never truly be together. It’s not that I don’t like “The Big fat Kill”, but I do find it the weakest segment in Sin City. Clive Owen is great as the gritty, gruff Dwight, a man trying to keep his head down and move on from his mysterious past and yet caught up in a potential war because he can’t help but defend women. He’s depicted as being a bit unpredictable and unstable, talking to himself (while hallucinating talking to Jackie Boy’s corpse) and happily ready to engage with multiple foes at once. He has a bloodlust and a sexual passion he’s quick to indulge, despite trying to deny both, and a deep-rooted respect for the ladies of Old Town. He knows how dangerous Miho is, for example, and doesn’t want to step on their toes, but he’ll slap Gail and make demands if it means avoiding a war. Dwight’s comically as invulnerable as Hartigan and Marv, despite being much smaller, and equally determined to achieve his goals. I really liked Benicio del Toro’s slurring, madcap performance as the erratic Jackie Boy, a guy so obviously off his rocker that it’s laughable that he’s what Sin City designates a “hero cop”.

A masterful use of green screens, gritty noir atmos, and sporadic colour make this a faithful adaptation.

I actually studied Sin City years ago at university as an example of fidelity in film adaptations. The film remains one of the best examples of a one-to-one adaptation of a text largely because the production literally used Frank Miller’s comic books as the storyboards. However, this is a bit of a double-edged sword for me as I’m not a huge fan of Frank Miller’s writing or his art. There are obvious exceptions. I enjoyed his work on Daredevil, for example; Batman: Year One (Miller, et al, 1987) is still the definitive Bruce Wayne/Batman origin story for me; and I do like the Sin City comics I’ve read. However, his art is often quite ungainly and ugly and his writing, and especially his dialogue, can be atrocious. I often cite his work on a Batman/Spawn crossover, where his “Millerisms” depicted Batman as a mardy youth and completely ruined Todd McFarlane’s gorgeous art. However, Sin City is an exception. This is Miller’s world, his toy box, and this is really where he shines, with his own original characters and narratives, all rendered in a startling noir colour palette that heavily emphasises shadows and silhouettes. The movie captures that aesthetic perfectly, using colour (mainly blue, red, and yellow) sparingly as a contrast to the noir presentation. I really like the stylistic way the film is shot, the use of black-and-white and shadows, and the way the few examples of colour pop, and how gritty and dirty and moody everything is. There are times when it’s obvious the film is being shot on a green screen set, but it perfectly fits Miller’s hyper-stylised world. Sin City is a drab, depressing, and dangerous town where it’s almost constantly raining, gangs and perverts roam, and the corrupt control everything. This is a world where we’re forced to rely on anti-heroes or where straight arrows like Hartigan are disgraced for daring to oppose Senator Roark’s rule, and where surviving the day is seen as a happy ending.  

A few extra scenes bring this film even closer to the source material and emphasise its anthology roots.

This Recut & Extended version of the film is technically the best way to watch it as it adds in a few extra scenes, primarily to “That Yellow Bastard”, but oddly presents each segment like a mini movie, with its own opening titles and closing credits, which is a bit annoying when trying to watch it as one movie. Similarly, while the additions to “That Yellow Bastard” are scenes from the comics, I can understand why they were cut as they’re pretty redundant. For example, Roark comes into the hospital to gloat over Hartigan’s bed-ridden form and tells us everything we need to know without Eileen Hartigan (Babs George) and other visitors repeating the same information. These visitors also come to Hartigan before Roark in the film, rather than after Roark as in the comics, which doesn’t make much sense narratively. I did like the inclusion of Lucille to further tie the segment into “The Hard Goodbye”. Her scenes also add a bit of extra context as to why Hartigan is released after he confesses. Without them, it views like this perverted old man finally confessed to being a child rapist and murderer and was let out because of “time served”. “The Hard Goodbye” adds a scene where Marv sneaks into his mother’s home to retrieve his beloved pistol, Gladys, restoring a heartwarming interaction between the two that shows that Marv actively hides his violent nature from his mother. Otherwise, there’s not much else added to the film as Rodriguez and Miller were extremely faithful to the source material the first go around. I prefer the extended version of “That Yellow bastard”, though, as it means more Bruce Willis, but it does annoy me that there’s no option to watch it as a continuous film without skipping past the end credits each time.

Final Thoughts:
I’ve always enjoyed Frank Miller’s Sin City. I’d never read the comics when I first saw the trailers or when I went to see it upon release, but I was captivated by the black-and-white visuals and stylistic presentation. I really enjoy how the film brings Miller’s neo-noir world to life using green screens and sparse sets. It all feels very gritty and almost like a stage play at times and makes me nostalgic for the noir thrillers of old. Despite the actors having to growl out Miller’s often painful dialogue and often acting against stand-ins or thin air, the performances were captivating throughout. Bruce Willis and Mickey Rourke especially shined in their roles, with Willis perfectly capturing Hartigan’s grizzled nature and Rourke channelling a great deal of emotion into the brutish Marv. Clive Owen was equally impressive as Dwight, though I still find “The Big Fat Kill” the weakest segment because of Miller’s writing and some of the deliveries. Still, the visual appeal of Sin City cannot be denied, the stark use of shadows, blacks and whites, the sparing use of colour, and the exaggerated violence all pop off the screen. It really is like the comic book panels have come to life and it amazes me that more movies didn’t opt for this aesthetic for other pulp characters (or even Batman and the Crow). I enjoyed the film so much that I sought out The Hard Goodbye and That Yellow Bastard to read and I eagerly anticipated the follow-up, and I would’ve loved to see an ongoing television series adapting more of Miller’s Sin City stories as it’s such a vivid and intriguing cesspool of corruption and violence.

My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

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Movie Night [National Anime Day]: Casshan: Robot Hunter

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15 April has been designated National Anime Day to celebrate the stylistic genre, which achieved mainstream success thanks to animators like Osamu Tezuka.

Released: 1995
Directors: Carl Macek
Distributor: Manga Entertainment / Discotek Media

Budget: Unknown
Box Office: Unknown
Rotten Tomatoes Score: 73%

Quick Facts:
Beginning life as a thirty-five episode anime spearheaded by Hiroshi Sasagawa in the early-1970s, Neo-Human Casshern proved an action-packed, emotional, and influential series that was reimagined into a four-part original video animation (OVA) between 1993 and 1994. Praised for its polished animation and explosive action, Casshan: Robot Hunter is generally seen as an enjoyable (if cheesy) hidden anime gem.

The Review:
Set in dystopian future where machines have all-but driven humanity to extinction, Casshan: Robot Hunter is essentially a more serious and far darker version of Capcom’s cutesy Mega Man franchise (1987 to present). Like Rock, Tetsuya Azuma (Steve Bulen) was a human boy transformed into an artificial human by the technology of his genius father, Doctor Kotaro Azuma (Kirk Thornton). He’s accompanied by a robotic canine, Friender, and reluctantly receives assistance from a female, in this case his former lover, Luna Kozuki (Edie Mirman), rather than his sister (though Luna resembles Roll). To be fair, that’s about where the comparisons end as Casshan has a completely different power set and is far more introspective than Mega Man and battles not against a mad scientist, but his father’s malevolent creation, Android BK-1 (Jeff Winkless), which surpassed it programming and wars against humankind as the Black King. Because of this, Dr. Azuma is branded a madman and the betrayer of humanity as it’s widely believed he caused the Black King’s rampage, with even Casshan wondering if the Black King is a combination of human and “neoroid” like himself and therefore responsible for untold deaths. This also means that Tetsuya wasn’t transformed into a cyborg like Mega Man and has instead forsaken his past and his humanity to gain incredible augmented powers to oppose and destroy the Black King and his neoroid army, which quickly sweeps away most of humankind and enslaves whoever’s left. Naturally, pockets of resistance exist, and efforts are made to strike back against the neoroids, but they’re largely ineffective. The resistance remains emboldened, however, by the legend of Casshan, a nomadic, masked warrior whose powers rival those of the Black King and inspire even the most hopeless people to either take up arms against their mechanic oppressors or endure their horrendous, non-stop enslavement.

Reborn as a cyborg, Casshan struggles with his purpose and his humanity.

Unaware of Tetsuya’s fate, Luna searches for him and assists the resistance however she can, presenting herself as mysterious and capable as Casshan thanks to her prototype “MK gun”, a weapon that easily dispatches neoroids. Luna inspires those enslaved by the Black King and his lieutenants – Akubon (Ardwight Chamberlain), Barashin (Michael Reynolds), and Sagria (Catherine Battistone) – to revolt, urging them to disregard myths like Casshan and instead fight for themselves, with somesuspecting her of being their legendary hero. Even the Black King dismisses reports and rumours of Casshan, believing him a phantom hero dreamed up by humans desperately clinging to hope, leading Akubon to capture Luna and plan to publicly execute “Casshan” to break the people’s spirit. Upon meeting the cloaked Casshan, Luna immediately recognises him as Tetsuya, a name he claims to have abandoned, and finds him stone walling her, urging her to flee to avoid being hurt or killed as only he has the power to stop the neoroids. Casshan certainly is powerful, able to rocket along (and through neoroids) with little hip-mounted boosters, smash through any enemy with karate chops and tornado attacks and being backed up by Friender’s flamethrower breath. However, his power comes from the sun, so he’s weakened when it gets cloudy and his body is incredible unstable, apparently not built to last as he’s constantly struggling with maintaining his power and overexerts himself by the finale, to the point where he’s facing certain death. Casshan is also wracked by doubt and grief, constantly consulting with a holographic representation of his mother, Midori Azuma (Melanie MacQueen), whose consciousness is confined to a robotic swan, and questioning his existence and his mission. Initially, Casshan is motivated only to destroy the neoroids and their leader, shunning Luna’s concerns or any notion of being a hero but warms to the idea of being humanity’s saviour after rescuing Luna from Akubon and seeing the hope he inspires.

Despite his crippling doubts, Casshan inspires the remnants of humanity to stand against the neoroids.

Casshan constantly struggles with his purpose and his humanity, to the point where it impedes his mission as much as a lack of sunlight. Casshan sees much of himself in the Black King as both were created by his father and neither are human, and Casshan even briefly considers if his father’s wish to purge humanity should be fulfilled. Luna and Midori constantly reassure Casshan that he’s there to serve a greater good and that he’s still human inside, despite his android body, due to his heart, compassion, and soul. Still, Casshan’s mission is incredibly dangerous, and people are constantly being enslaved or gunned down by neoroids, so he fights to keep Luna at arm’s length. However, she repeatedly refuses to leave him, even jumping from a helicopter to be with him and give him comfort so he doesn’t have to fight alone. Luna delivers the plans for the magnetic field (“MF”) gun to the remains of humanity’s leadership, who hide on submarines or within the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, giving the likes of Admiral Rudolph (Michael Forest) and General Montgomery (Steve Kramer) hope that they can turn the tide, though they remain sceptical of trusting any weaponry designed by the traitorous Dr. Azuma. Luna is determined to assist her former lover, wracked with guilt after being forced to leave a pilot (Kerrigan Mahan) behind to safeguard the weapon plans, but even she struggles with Casshan’s mood swings. When the resistance plots an elaborate, two-pronged scheme to destroy a bridge and a vital supply train commanded by Barashin, Casshan interferes, leading to Captain Tork’s (Michael McConnohie) death, and immediately regrets it, again vowing to serve humanity rather than defend his seemingly mad father’s ambitions. Casshan atones by derailing the train and destroying Barashin, thereby saving Captain Tork’s village, but it’s interesting that none of the others question or suspect Casshan for his recklessness afterwards.

The Black King is surprisingly complex as he’s aiming to save the world by destroying humans.

Much of Casshan’s indecisiveness comes from his worries that the Black King is actually the corrupted consciousness of his father, and his knowledge of the “Sigma Project”. It turns out that the Black King isn’t simply a one-dimensional, malevolent robotic despot and is instead programmed to safeguard and nurture the natural environment. Of course, the Black King twisted this mission and decided that the planet would be better off without humans polluting it or waging war, but he and his neoroid army actually improve environmental conditions whenever they wipe the populace from each piece of conquered land, despite constructing a massive robot and weapons factories and employing a hell of a lot of rocket fuel. Still, while the Black King has deluded himself into thinking he’s acting in the best interests of the planet, he’s still committed what appears to be genocide. He and his lieutenants regularly mock and despise humans, disgusted by their fragility, perseverance, and self-destructive ways, and delight in forcing them to repair any damage they’ve caused or leaving them dead or severely injured as an example to others. The neoroids are happy to use and endanger human lives to fit their purposes or stave off thoughts of insurrection, manipulate them into betraying their own just to show how selfish we are, and are fully committed to solving the world’s human infestation…ironically by acquiring nuclear missiles to destroy mankind. Interestingly, the Black King still shows some twisted compassion for his “parents”, considering it a mercy that Dr. Azuma and Midori live on in robotic bodies, and later uses this to try and unsettle Casshan as destroying the Black King means destroying what’s left of Tetsuya’s father. By that point, though, Casshan is on his last legs and focused on ending the neoroid threat, summoning the last of his power to defeat the Black King, which frees his and his parents’ souls and activates Dr. Azuma’s failsafe, deactivating the neoroids forever and saving the world.

A visually gorgeous effort with some fun action that’s slightly bogged down by some pacing issues.

Though clearly four episodes stitched together by a narrator (Alexandra Kenworthy), Casshan: Robot Hunter impresses with some slick and beautiful hand-drawn animation. Casshan is a striking figure in his skin-tight, all-white outfit and ostentatious helmet and I really like all his little gadgets and how unstoppable he is at full power. Since Casshan’s fighting an army of robots, there’s a lot of smashing here and the animation does a wonderful job of rendering this, with debris, sparking wires, and flailing tubes punctuating each action scene alongside a bunch of super cool and visually dramatic explosions where Casshan strikes a pose mid-fight. There’s a fair bit of blood, too, as humans are gunned down and crushed by neoroids or debris, and a good sense that this is a dire time for humanity as people are so scattershot. The neoroids have many forms, with their commanders assuming more humanoid bodies and the drones being chunky, clunky tank-like mechs with retractable claw arms and giant maces. Sagria orders jellyfish-like suicide drones to overwhelm Casshan in the finale and the neoroids are seen to be highly adaptable, sprouting tentacle-like cables to interface with other technology and continuing to fight even after being dismembered, sparks flying from their severed arms. Yet, Casshan: Robot Hunter isn’t just about exciting action; there’s a lot of heart at the core of the story. Casshan is deeply conflicted and extremely troubled by his existence, seeing himself as separate from the humans he defends and yet constantly drawn to his former people. Casshan’s very presence galvanises the resistance into a more capable and effective force, with them standing up to the neoroids even when hopelessly outnumbered, though there’s a hint that humanity’s true, selfish nature still lives on as Casshan is forgotten in the ending and Admiral Rudolph (Michael Forest) takes credit for defeating the Black King.

Final Thoughts:
I was first introduced to Casshan through the visually stunning, if narratively bloated, live-action/CGI feature film Casshern (Kiriya, 2004), which impressed me so much that I sought out this OVA to get a better sense of the character. The two are extremely different, of course, with Casshan: Robot Hunter featuring more elaborate and mechanical designs for its neoroids and presenting the Black King as a hulking, humanoid tyrant. Still, much of the appeal is still there, especially in the visuals. Casshan is a nigh-unstoppable force when properly motivated and at full power, cutting through neoroids with ease and leaving them little more than flaming debris. However, Casshan is crippled by doubts about his mission and his humanity, believing he’s traded his life to become something more, neither human or neoroid that doesn’t belong in this war-torn world. While this existential debate does hamper the OVA’s pacing, I liked seeing Casshan inspire others and Luna paying that forward by boosting his spirit. I particularly enjoyed the idea that the Black King is wiping out humanity to preserve the world’s natural order rather than wanting to cover the planet in machinery and pollution. While he’s clearly an amoral villain, this gives him some extra dimension as his argument about the dangers of mankind has some weight. Ultimately, I can’t say that I regularly return to Casshan: Robot Hunter and I definitely prefer the 2004 movie over this one, and it’s true that there are better overall anime out there. Yet, I still find the story, characters, and visuals very appealing and it was fun coming back to it and seeing how many different sci-fi influences are weaved into its narrative, such as Mega Man and the first two Terminator films (Cameron, 1984; 1991), and given that classic, timeless anime shine.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

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Movie Night [Friday the 13th]: Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday

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Long considered an unlucky day due to superstitions involving the number thirteen and religious connotations, Friday the 13th is equally well-known as a long-running series of slasher movies. As a result, this is clearly the best opportunity to take a look at the Friday the 13th (Various, 1980 to 2009) horror series and to commemorate this unlucky and dreaded date.

Released: 13 August 1993
Director: Adam Marcus
Distributor: New Line Cinema

Budget: $3 million
Box Office: $15.9 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 15% / 23%

Quick Facts:
After years of distancing himself from his slasher franchise, Sean Cunningham returned in hopes of a crossover with the Nightmare on Elm Street series (Various, 1984 to 2010). Though it would take about ten years to see this and Paramount Pictures sold New Line Cinema everything but the franchise title, Cunningham was adamant about taking the series in a new direction after a deliberately stereotypical opening. The film was also filled with references to other horror franchises and featured a startling new look for Jason Voorhees (fan favourite Kane Hodder) courtesy of Al Magliochetti.

The Review:
Things start out very familiar in this second attempt at a “final” entry in the long-running slasher franchise. Jason Goes to Hell opens some twenty years after Jason Voorhees was believed drowned as a child in Crystal Lake. After two decades of characters either warning that Jason is alive or mocking the idea that Jason is alive, Jason’s legend has become public, with scheming news reporter Robert Campbell (Steven Culp) openly discussing Jason on his show and Crystal Lake residents like rambunctious diner owner Joey B. (Rusty Schwimmer) shamelessly profiting from Jason’s myth. This predictability and familiarity are all the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) need to trap the monstrous killer, as Agent Elizabeth Marcus (Julie Michaels) wanders about an abandoned cabin at Crystal Lake to lure Jason out. Looking more hideous and ridiculous than ever, with his mask fused to his tumour-ridden head (though with no explanation of how he returned to Crystal Lake from Manhattan), Jason is lured into an ambush. A crack squad of FBI agents pump Jason full of assault rifle fire and reduce him to flaming body parts with a mortar, seemingly ending his reign of terror and causing Crystal Lake to celebrate accordingly. This makes for a very surprising opening but it also a bad omen for things to come, as Jason Goes to Hell deviates so wildly from the formula and lore of the franchise that it’s essentially unrecognisable as a Friday the 13th film. While Campbell interviews infamous bounty hunter Creighton Duke (Steven Williams), who coyly alludes to Jason being beyond death and offers to finish the job for $500,000, Jason’s remains are taken to coroner Phil Hant (Richard Gant) at the local morgue.

Enigmatic bounty hunter Duke is the best and most wasted part of this bizarre entry in the slasher franchise.

Hant is suddenly mesmerised by Jason’s black, still-beating heart, which compels him to consume it and, in doing so, the coroner is possessed by Jason’s evil spirit! Acting through Hant, Jason immediately returns to his killing spree, offing assistant coroner Eric Pope (Dean Lorey) and two FBI guards (Tony Ervolina and Kane Hodder) before returning to Crystal Lake. Since he has foreknowledge of Jason’s abilities and knows the terrifying secret behind his curse, Duke journeys to Crystal Lake and accosts waitress Diana Kimble (Erin Gray), demanding her help in defeating Jason since she’s secretly Jason’s hitherto unknown sister! Duke’s lewd ways and notoriety see him upset Diana and anger her man, Sheriff Ed Landis (Billy Green Bush), who arrests Duke for his insolence. Undeterred, Duke patiently waits for a chance to escape and is provided one when down on his luck Steven Freeman (John D. LeMay) is brought in later in the film, having been accused of killing Diana. Desperate to protect his ex and the mother of his baby, Jessica Kimble (Kari Keegan), Stephen rises to Duke’s bait and demands answers about Jason, sacrificing two of his fingers to learn that Jason has been wearing bodies this whole time, jumping to new hosts when he wears them out, and can only be killed or reborn through his bloodline. Stephen’s exploration of the newly revealed “Vorhees” mansion suggests that Jason’s mother (or father) dabbled with the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, suggesting Jason was cursed from birth to be some kind of human/Deadite hybrid. Duke also alludes to a history with Jason, though we only get scant details of this, which is a shame as Steven Williams is easily the best part of this car crash of a movie. Charismatic and eye-catching, Duke makes a hell of an impression in double denim, long black trenchcoat, and cowboy hat, to say nothing of his knowing smirk and silky-smooth voice. While it would’ve made way more sense to bring back Tommy Jarvis (Various) or rewrite the film to focus on Duke defending Jessica and her baby, Duke is one of the franchise’s more memorable characters and it’s a pity to see him wasted and offed so unceremoniously.

The film’s crippled by uninteresting leads and a complete rewrite of the series lore.

Instead of following a self-righteous Duke on a quest for revenge, we’re left with Steven, a weedy nerd who apparently skipped town or disappeared after getting Jessica pregnant and has been trying to make amends since. While Diana wants to help the kids repair their relationship and Jessica constantly asks after him, Jessica has shacked up with Campbell and joins Sheriff Landis in condemning Steven when he’s found cradling Diana’s dead body. In fact, save for a horny hitchhiker (Kathryn Atwood), Officer Randy Parker (Kipp Marcus), and Ward B. (Adam Cranner), the entire community turns on Steven and hounds, attacks, or berates him. Having witnessed Jason murder Diana while possessing Deputy Josh Burton (Andrew Bloch) and then jump from Josh into Campbell, leaving Josh to dissolve into a gloopy mess, Steven’s desperate to protect Jessica, having learned that she’s Jason’s niece, and stunned to finally meet his daughter, baby Stephanie (Brooke Scher). Though physically no match for Jason (or anyone, for that matter), Steven constantly surprises with his quick reflexes and guts, offering his fingers to Duke in return for information, brawling with Randy, and gunning down Jason’s possessed bodies to protect his estranged family. Unfortunately for him, Jessica is not interested in associating with him, despite asking after him a few times. She refuses to see him (though is happy for him to meet Stephanie) and constantly ditches and even attacks him, despite him saving her from the possessed Campbell and desperately getting her to safety. Jessica seems to be in denial, despite witnessing horrific and unexplainable events, even when confronted by Duke at the Voorhees house and told her destiny. It’s only when Jason is horrifically reborn through her mother’s corpse that Jessica finally gets a clue and takes up the Kandarian dagger to fight off the undead menace, and only after Steven has almost been dragged to Hell that she finally shows him some affection (though I don’t blame her for shunning him as he’s a complete dweeb).

Jason’s now a demonic, body hopping force hell-bent on possessing his last family members.

Everything you know about Jason is completely turned on its head or thrown out the window in this bizarre entry, which has only superficial connections to the previous films and goes out of its way to rewrite the long-standing lore. Though still a hulking, rotting, undead killer, Jason is far more vocal than ever, grunting and even moaning constantly as he stomps about. Jason’s also now inarguably a demonic figure and his superhuman durability, strength, and regenerative powers are made explicitly supernatural, potentially due to the “Book of the Dead” (though this may have been a prop planted by Campbell…) Jason also now has an extended family, with his sister, Diana, laughably working in Crystal Lake as a waitress rather than fleeing to avoid her family name. Aside from a handful of victims who get in his way or act as hosts, Diana is Jason’s primary target as he can only be reborn through his bloodline. Otherwise, Jason jumps from bodies as a squealing, demonic slug-thing that squirms from his mouth and rapidly deteriorates any non-Voorhees. This means Kane Hodder only appears very briefly as Jason, with others assuming his mannerism as Jason hunts down his family and Jason’s true self only appearing in reflections (…for some unexplained reason). Those possessed by Jason exhibit the same supernatural strength and durability, essentially becoming zombies who shrug off bullets and bash people’s teeth down their throat and easily recover from being run over. This bizarre new ability also gives Jason some anonymity as nobody suspects his presence even when Campbell is suddenly stalking around covering blood and tossing fools aside, and Jason even inexplicably talks while possessing Randy to fool Jessica into killing Sherriff Landis, potentially suggesting the possessed have some awareness of what’s going on. Still, while the idea of a body-hopping, demonic Jason is interesting, it doesn’t align with the previous films and makes this more of a generic, slightly bonkers horror film as it lacks Jason’s iconography and depicts him so differently that he’s essentially completely different character.

Despite some gruesome gore and interesting kills, this is just another generic horror offering.

Although cut to pieces by censorship like its predecessors, the unrated/director’s cut adds a bit more blood and gore to the black sheep of the franchise. Sadly, many kills lack the same visceral appeal as others in the series simply because Jason isn’t physically onscreen doing the deed. While making his way into town, Hant-Jason detours to murder three hitchhikers picked up by Steven who camp at the remains of Camp Crystal Lake. This delivers not only one of the best sex scenes in the franchise but also one of the best deaths, as Deborah Caldwell (Michelle Clunie) is skewered through the back with a tent pole and torn in half right at the point of orgasm! Diana’s simply stabbed in the back to meet her end, but this is the catalyst for all the animosity that follows Steven, and Josh’s gruesome end more than make sup for this. His body rapidly deteriorating from Jason’s presence, Josh passes Jason’s demonic slug into Campbell and then melts from the inside out, leaving his jaw on the floorboards and reducing him to a bubbling mess of melting flesh. Campbell’s body shows signs of distress much faster than Josh’s but also goes on a far more public rampage, crashing through the police station in search of Jessica and bashing two officers’ heads in before being briefly gunned down. Campbell-Jason pursues Steven and Jessica to Joey’s diner, where he snaps Wade’s arm, smashes Joey’s face, and mutilates Shelby B. (Leslie Jordan) with the deep fat fryer before tossing him into a wall. Waitress Vicky Sanders (Allison Smith) tries to fight back with a spear, only for Campbell-Jason to impale her on it before crushing her head. Despite being positioned as the one most capable of battling Jason, Duke is disappointingly ineffectual, succeeding only in distracting Jason as he lunges for Jessica. Handicapped by a leg injury, Duke can only spit his defiance in Jason’s scabby mask and get his back broken.

A simple stab with a magic dagger and Jason is dragged to Hell forever…or for almost ten years.

Now awkwardly positioned as a quasi-Deadite, Jason’s goal here is to return to his more familiar (if more ungainly and monstrous) form, taking out anyone in his way and possessing new bodies to get close to his remaining bloodline. It’s bloody convenient that he magically has other family members to hunt down as no mention was ever officially made of there being anyone other than Jason and his mother, not to mention how convenient it is that Diana and Jessica stuck around Crystal Lake. Despite his broken fingers and being battered by former friends and Jason’s avatars, and constantly being ditched by Jessica, Steven races to the Voorhees mansion to help Jessica, who’s presented with a magical dagger by Duke and torn between who to trust when Sheriff Landis and Randy both show up claiming to help her. Unfortunately, Jessica choses poorly and Randy-Jason tries to possess Stephanie, only to be beheaded by Steven. Undeterred, Jason’s demonic slug-thing crawls out and possess Diana’s dead body (which Campbell stuffed in the basement for ratings), inexplicably returning Jason to his familiar, hockey-masked self rather than being reborn in a new body. After killing Duke, Jason targets Jessica so Steven steps in again, tackling Jason through a window and somehow going toe-to-toe with him thanks to Jason choosing to simply toss him around rather than rip his heart out. This distraction leaves Jason wide open for Jessica to stab him with the dagger, triggering an unearthly storm and ethereal light and demonic hands to pop from the ground to drag Jason to Hell. Amazingly, Jessica hesitates to help Steven when the demons grab him by proxy but eventually gets her shit together, drags him to safety, and finishes the job, watching as Jason’s dragged into the ground. While Steven and Jessica walk away, shell-shocked but having rekindled their romance, Jason’s dishevelled mask is claimed by the clawed hand of Freddy Krueger (Kane Hodder), completing Jason’s descent into the netherworld.

Final Thoughts:
A common criticism about the Friday the 13th franchise is often that it’s very predictable and rarely deviates from a set formula. While there’s something to be said about taking comfort in the familiar, it’s true that the formula got stale and tiresome over time. Ever since Jason become a zombie, the franchise has tried new gimmicks to put a spin on things, but Jason Goes to Hell goes above and beyond that by largely discarding everything that’s recognisably Friday the 13th, robbing it of the visual iconography of Jason and his tropes and presenting a far less interesting, much more generic horror film. It would’ve been so much better and made way more sense to have Jason’s mask possess others, perhaps even transform them into a version of his misshapen form, rather than have him be this weird, demon slug-thing that may or may not be a Deadite. To make matters worse, Jason Goes to Hell suddenly introduces an extended family for Jason rather than finally shedding some light on his father, forces us to follow boring-ass Steven and flaky Jessica, and completely wastes the charisma and allure of Creighton Duke by merely making him a supporting character. There was so much potential in opening some years prior with a young Duke, having him survive an encounter with Jason, and then pursue Jason’s return (through his mask), tracking down Jason’s absent father to keep him from rebirthing Jason and perhaps defending Stephanie from Jason’s ire. Or, you know, bring someone back as Tommy Jarvis instead of creating Duke so you have that in-built history. While some of the kills are nice and gruesome, Jason’s descent into Hell was absurd, resulting in a lacklustre and nonsensical “end” for the iconic slasher, who barely appeared in the movie. Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday is a terrible send-off for the titular killer and seems embarrassed by the franchise, going out of its way to strip away everything that makes Friday the 13th fun and replacing it with Easter Eggs and so much nonsense that I doubt even avid fans of the franchise find much to like (and I should know!)

My Rating:

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Terrible

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Movie Night [National Pokémon Day]: Pokémon: Jirachi: Wish Maker

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Pokémon: Blue Version and Pokémon: Red Version (Game Freak, 1996) saw a new craze sweep entire generations. Accordingly, February 27th is internationally recognised as “National Pokémon Day”.

Released: 19 July 2003
Director: Kunihiko Yuyama
Distributor: Toho

Budget: Unknown
Box Office: ¥4.5 billion
Rotten Tomatoes Score: 61%

Quick Facts:
Given how popular Pokémon was at the time, it’s no surprise that the aptly-titled Pokémon: The First Movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back (Yuyama, 1998) was a box office success. Subsequent feature films soon followed, though they were released straight to video by 2003, right in the middle of “Generation III”. With the highly regarded Pokémon: Emerald Version (Game Freak, 2004) imminent, this feature spotlighted the elusive Jirachi and was somewhat divisive among audiences.

The Review:
Set during the Advanced era of the anime (2002 to 2003) and continuing the streak of feature-length films based on the third generation of Pokémon videogames, Pokémon: Jirachi: Wish Maker sees aspiring Pokémon Master Ash Ketchum (Veronica Taylor), his partner Pokémon Pikachu (Ikue Otani), and his friends, former Rock-Type Gym Leader Brock (Eric Stuart) and siblings May (Veronica Taylor) and Max (Amy Birnbaum), take a detour from their journey across the Hoenn region to witness the Millennium Comet, which appears once every thousand years. Though initially disappointed to find the location of the advertised festival to be an empty valley, the group are amazed when a troop of vehicles pull up and quickly erect an elaborate fairground, including a huge tent for the Great Butler’s (Wayne Grayson) exciting magic show. Assisted by Diane (Megan Hollingshead), Kirlia (Unknown), and Mightyena (ibid), Butler wows the crowd by conjuring Pokémon out of thin air and Brock is immediately besotted when the magician does the same with Diane, though Max is more drawn to the mystical crystalline object in Diana’s hands. Rushing to investigate, Max and Ash are quickly roped into Butler’s show but their fifteen minutes of fame are rudely interrupted by Team Rocket – Jessie (Rachael Lillis), James (Eric Stuart), and Meowth (Maddie Blaustein) – who pose as clowns to steal some Pokémon and briefly snag Pikachu before being scuppered by Butler and his Dusclops (Unknown) to the delight of the unsuspecting audience. Impressed that Max can hear the rock’s calling, Butler lets him take the crystal and reveals it contains a sleeping Mythical Pokémon, the titular Jirachi (Kerry Williams), which is said to awaken and grant wishes for seven days while the Millennium Comet is overhead.

Max takes the spotlight as he bonds with the playful Jirachi during his brief awakening.

That night, May “sings” what’s said to be a soothing lullaby (but is just her going “doo-de-doo” over and over) to help Max sleep and inadvertently awakens Jirachi, much to Max’s delight. Although the pixie-like Pokémon fails to live up to its legend by merely teleporting objects or people when granting wishes, Max forms an immediate bond with the childlike sprite and spends every waking moment playing with Jirachi, causing some mischief when Jirachi insists on playing when the gang are supposed to be helping Butler. Max is thus horrified when a local Absol (Eric Stuart), sensing a coming calamity, suddenly attacks Jirachi and equally enraged when May insists on counting down the days on her dreamcatcher-like trinket in anticipation of making her own wish. While I’ve never been Max’s biggest fan, it is sweet seeing him take the spotlight and form a genuine friendship with Jirachi like Ash and Pikachu. Indeed, when Max lashes out at May for constantly reminding him that his time with Jirachi is short, it’s Ash who consoles him by sharing his own experience with saying goodbye to close friends and remembering them. Though Max is extremely protective of Jirachi, he’s young and easily distracted and also not a Pokémon trainer, though even his more seasoned friends are unable to keep Jirachi from being Pokénapped by Butler. Although they save Jirachi, thanks to Absol and Diane, Jirachi is left injured in the fracas, turning the movie into a brief road trip to Jirachi’s home, Forina, so it can recover. Along the way, Max and Jirachi grow closer, making their inevitable separation even harder for Max as he just wants to do is play and be with his new friend.

Humiliated by Team Magma, Butler embarks on a misguided plot to abuse Jirachi’s power.

Unfortunately, this isn’t meant to be due to Jirachi’s nature as it routinely hibernates for a thousand years after only seven days. While this means Max’s time with Jirachi is limited, it also means Butler’s working to a very short timetable. Though appearing to be an amiable magician, Butler was once a scientist working for the nefarious Team Magma and attempted to impress them by reanimating the Legendary Pokémon Groudon from a small fossil. When his machine malfunctioned, Butler was ridiculed and excommunicated, so he plotted to awaken Jirachi and forcibly acquire the power he needed to resurrect Groudon. Butler does this by abducting Jirachi and using Dusclops to force open its “true eye”, which absorbs incredible power from the Millennium Comet and would grant Butler his wish to be acknowledged as a credible scientist. Butler’s misguided desires see him shun Diane, who’s as in love with him as he is with her, and happily endanger anyone in his path, even torturing Jirachi to achieve his ends. Butler’s aided by his fearsome Salamence (Unknown) and a slew of devices (presumably of his own making) that tie into his status as a magician. A master illusionist, Butler easily makes it seem like people and Pokémon are disappearing and even beats Ash and the others to Forina and sets up mechanical capture devices to ensnare Jirachi and properly focus its power. Butler’s Pokémon and tricks are even enough to keep the feared pseudo-Legendary Absol at bay and fend off a local Flygon (Shinichiro Miki) who helps the heroes. As is tradition for these films, Team Rocket are largely here for comic relief and have little relevance. When Jirachi awakens, they greedily follow Ash and the others to try and snag it only to end up absorbed by Butler’s abomination of a Groudon and once again relying on their enemies to save their asses.

Though fearsome, Meta Groudon is undone by Jirachi’s incredible pre-nap power.

Indeed, while Ash and the others save Jirachi from Butler’s machine, the damage has been done and a titanic, grotesque mockery of Groudon goes on a mindless rampage. Rather than being the fabled Ground-Type kaiju, this corrupted Groudon is said to be “pure evil” and sets about absorbing energy from the land, immediately decaying plant life and absorbing Pokémon and humans with its glob-like tentacles. Fearsome and completely invulnerable, this “Meta Groudon” shrugs off all attacks and absorbs anything in its path, including Absol, Team Rocket, and Diane. Horrified by what he’s unleashed and at his beloved’s fate, the remorseful Butler immediately works to reverse the damage. Though naturally distrustful of Butler, Ash agrees to help spirit Jirachi back to the magician’s machine to reverse the polarity and dispel the fake Groudon, only to be absorbed by the creature shortly before preparing his machine. Drawn to Jirachi’s energy, Meta Groudon begins to melt to try and drown the pixie-like Pokémon, only for Jirachi to successfully absorb natural energy and unleash Doom Desire, rocketing Meta Groudon into the night sky where it explodes like a firework, freeing its captives. Upon reuniting with his new friends, the exhausted Jirachi asks Max to sing the lullaby to send it back into hibernation and, though distraught to say goodbye, Max and the others willingly oblige. Thus, Jirachi turns back into a crystalline form, though Max consoles himself with the knowledge that his friend will always be with him. In the aftermath, a repentant Butler vows to recommit himself to more tangible matters, like his relationship with Diane, having learned to value what really matters in life. Though upset to have missed her chance at making a wish, May agrees with Ash that the best way to make dreams come true is to keep pursuing them, ending the film on a heart-warming message about never giving up on your goals and never forgetting your friends.

Final Thoughts:
I’ll admit that I’m slightly biased when it comes to Pokémon: Jirachi: Wish Maker. I much prefer it when the Pokémon movies have high stakes and big, explosive battles between fearsome Legendary Pokémon. It also really bugs me that we never got a movie pitting Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza against each other as that could’ve made for an awesome, world threatening adventure. I’m also not a big fan of Max, who’s especially bratty here, or Jirachi, a relatively weak and largely forgettable Pokémon compared to some of its peers. Still, I don’t necessarily hate this film. It lovingly explores the nature of friendship through Max’s relationship with Jirachi, which is seen as whimsical and carefree but doomed to end in heartache as Jirachi’s time awake is so limited. There’s a meaningful lesson about enjoying the time you have, being mature enough to say goodbye, and always remembering your friends even if they’re gone and this ties in nicely with Butler’s character arc. Shunned and humiliated by Team Magma, Butler becomes obsessed with proving his intellectual superiority, forsaking everything to achieve his goal, only to be horrified when his wish comes true and results in catastrophe. Meta Groudon is a frightening presence that’s sadly underutilised and easily dispatched but results in a pretty intense finale as it wrecks the natural landscape and threatens our heroes, though I still would’ve preferred to see the real Groudon or at least seen this corrupted version battle something more interesting than an Absol. Pokémon: Jirachi: Wish Maker is one of a handful of the features that’s clearly aimed at a different, younger audience than myself and I can accept that, but it doesn’t mean I have to like missing out on what could’ve been. While there’s a heart-warming message here and some fun visuals and moments, it’s not enough for me to say this is one of the better Pokémon movies and it’s ultimately forgettable when you consider some of its messages were told far better in other films and episodes.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

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Movie Night [Friday the 13th]: Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan

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Long considered an unlucky day due to superstitions involving the number thirteen and religious connotations, Friday the 13th is equally well-known as a long-running series of slasher movies. As a result, this is clearly the best opportunity to take a look at the Friday the 13th (Various, 1980 to 2009) horror series and to commemorate this unlucky and dreaded date.

Released: 28 July 1989
Director: Rob Hedden
Distributor: Paramount Pictures

Budget: $5.1 to 5.5 million
Box Office: $14.3 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 11% / 26%

Quick Facts:
The sequel to fan favourite entry Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (Buechler, 1988), Jason Takes Manhattan was originally conceived to return Lar Park Lincoln to the franchise before director Rob Hedden pushed to get series killer Jason Voorhees (Kane Hodder) out of his comfort zone. Budgetary concerns scuppered Hedden’s ambitious ideas and forced him to film mostly in Vancouver, meaning the film failed to deliver on its title and is largely seen as one of the worst in the franchise.

The Review:
After being trapped beneath Crystal Lake at the end of The New Blood, undead maniac Jason Voorhees has again passed into legend, spoken of as a bogeyman to locals like Jim Miller (Todd Shaffer) and Suzy Donaldson (Tiffany Paulsen). As the high school seniors canoodle on a small yacht on the clearly freezing cold lake, they have no idea that Jason’s rotting corpse is trapped below. After giving Suzy a scare with a heavily truncated version of Jason’s backstory and donning an incredibly faithful replica of the killer’s mask, Jim nonchalantly drops anchor, snagging an underwater power line and resurrected Jason through the power of electricity. Pissed after having his nap disturbed, Jason climbs aboard and slaughters the two, disconnecting the anchor and accidentally drifting away from Crystal Lake and to the Big Apple! Oh no, wait, that doesn’t happen as that would actually make sense and deliver on the title! Instead, Jason sneaks onto the nearby SS Lazarus, a steamship chartered to take Jim and Suzy’s fellow graduates to New York City. Unseen by all except a crazed deck hand (Alex Diakun), whose warnings naturally go unheeded, Jason picks off a new batch of unsuspecting and largely horny twenty-somethings teenagers. While the ship is populated by colourful, if painfully one-dimensional characters, our main protagonist and ultimate “Final Girl” is Rennie Wickham (Jensen Daggett), a somewhat withdrawn and quiet girl with a crippling fear of water. After losing her parents as a child, Rennie was raised by her uncle, Doctor Charles McCulloch (Peter Mark Richman), an uptight and demanding authoritarian who doubles as the school’s Biology teacher and is aghast when Rennie’s English teacher, Colleen Van Deusen (Barbara Bingham), encourages Rennie to make the trip to face her fears alongside her dog, Toby (Ace).

Haunted by a past encounter with Jason, Rennie struggles with her fears and overprotective uncle.

Charles is extremely overprotective of Rennie, aggressively dismissing Sean Robertson (Scott Reeves) from pursuing Rennie and shielding her at all times, often to Rennie’s detriment. Charles is so focused on laying down the law he completely misses that Rennie has a psychic connection to Jason, whom Chrles regards as a long dead superstition. It’s later revealed that young Rennie (Amber Pawlick) had a particularly harrowing experience when her uncle pushed her into Crystal Lake to force her to learn how to swim. Scared by her uncle’s warnings that young Jason (Tim Mirkovich) would drag her under, young Rennie encountered (or possibly imagined) the mongoloid grabbing her leg, leaving her deathly afraid of water and haunted by visions of the drowning Jason begging for help. This aspect isn’t explored much and seems to be a manifestation of Rennie’s fear of water rather than a true connection to Jason. It’s a bit of a shame as it might’ve been a nice twist for Jason to pursue Rennie either to silence the voices in his head or to finish the job he started as a boy, though this latter idea is equally perplexing as Jason was never trapped in the lake as a child so I assume the lake is haunted by his spirit? It’s quite muddy and open to interpretation, but also barely utilised, which is a shame as Rennie could’ve used the character development. Sean is similarly uncharismatic, simply being a handsome young man to protect and worry about Rennie. He gets some wrinkles thanks to the pressure put upon him by his father, Admiral John Robertson (Warren Munson), which sees Sean reject his father’s expectations and then unconvincingly try to maintain order once Jason’s rampage is discovered. I quite liked the close relationship Rennie shared with Coleen, who encourages her passion for writing and stands up to Charles, but none of these aspects are as entertaining or as interesting as they could be as they’re just window-dressing to the carnage.

In a boat load of one-dimensional victims, Julius shines as a charismatic stand out.

Unsurprisingly, the kids aboard the SS Lazarus are largely there to look good and die in creative (if severely butchered) ways. There are some clichés, of course, such as bitchy Tamara Mason (Sharlene Martin), who uses film nerd Wayne Webber (Martin Cummins) to blackmail Charles, purposely shoves Rennie overboard out of spite, and flaunts her sexuality in front of any good-looking guy she sees. Tamara is joined by Eva Watanabe (Kelly Hu), who initially tries to emulate her but cuts ties with her after the Rennie incident but doesn’t really do anything else. They perv on boxers Jason Newston (David Jacox) and standout character Julius Gaw (V.C. Dupree), whose whole thing is…well, boxing. Yet, Julius stands out as he defies Charles’s attempts to take control when the bodies pile up, grabs a shotgun to chase Jason, and is eager to confront two street punks (Sam Sarkar and Michael Benyaer) when they abduct Rennie in New York. Julius has far more charisma than bland-ass Sean, stealing every scene with his easy-going, snarky attitude and even daring to go one-on-one with Jason, despite being outmatched. Jason’s victims are rounded out by rocker J.J. Jarrett (Saffron Henderson), who could’ve been a cool, colourful addition but is instead reduced to being his incredibly underdeveloped first victim, and a bunch of forgettable, interchangeable students and ship workers who are either taken out by Jason or left to drown when he scuppers the Lazarus. It’s crazy that the film not only drops the ball on its title but also does nothing interesting with a boat full of horny, drunken, stoned students. We barely see them interacting in a social setting, there is no sex and barely any sexual activity between them beyond Tamara’s unsuccessful seduction of Charles, and all we ever see them do is wander the ship or react to whatever new problem Jason’s caused.

Sadly, Jason’s hampered by some butchered kills, an awful look, and by barely being in New York.

By this point, this is largely to be expected as Jason was the established star by this eighth movie. There’s no sense of dread or suspense to Jason as we clearly see him enter scenes or follow him as he stalks his prey with a hulking menace, sadly all while sporting an obvious visual downgrade from the last film. Depicted as strangely white and constantly wet and slimy, Jason sloshes his way though the ship seemingly at random, bashing J.J.’s head in with her guitar, thrusting a steaming hot sauna rock into Jason’s stomach, slitting Admiral Robertson’s throat (and leaving him propped up against the wheel for Sean to find), and stabbing Tamara with a mirror shard. Very few of these deaths are shown, of course, leaving us with a glimpse of the bloody aftermath. Much of Jason’s terror relies on jump scares as he now blatantly teleports from scene to scene to ambush his victims or get ahead of them, even when clearly seen to be some distance away seconds before. This ability is kind of fun and speaks to Jason’s unstoppable nature, but also inconsistent as he choses to pursue Rennie and Sean through New York rather than simply teleporting ahead. There are some interesting changes to Jason’s character, though, such as his legend evolving into a warning for inexperience swimmers and him apparently being both a physical force and a grotesque apparition that lurks under Crystal Lake and haunts Rennie. This child-like form constantly changes in every appearance, becoming more monstrous as the film goes on, and is always begging for help, tying into Jason as a tragic horror villain. However, this plot thread goes nowhere and means nothing. There’s no sense that Jason is trying to reunite with or destroy his boyish spirit, or that his child self is trying to help Rennie. Her psychic connection to Jason seems to lure him to her and even has him accidentally saving her from being raped, but that’s about it, making it a bizarre inclusion.

Jason meets a lacklustre end in the sewers courtesy of a flood of toxic waste.

Indeed, we’re almost encouraged to celebrate Jason’s actions, especially once the survivors reach Vancouver New York and it’s revealed just how much of a bastard Charles is. Sure, it’s sad to see Jason smash Julius’s head off and how casually he throttles Eva and shockingly (pun intended) seeing him toss Wayne’s body into the ship’s electricals, but he also murders the gang bangers who dose Rennie with…something (I assume it’s heroin?) and threaten to rape her. It takes a good hour or so for Jason to reach New York, and then another ten to fifteen minutes for him to escape the dingy docks and back alleys and stalk through Times Square. These were some great shots and it’s fun seeing Jason walk the streets, smash through a diner, and ride the subway all while barely attracting a glance from the disinterested New Yorkers. Sadly, as many have stated, Jason doesn’t “take” Manhattan in the slightest and is barely seen in the iconic city as the film spends more time pissing away the boat premise and having the survivors flee through alleys and sewers. Desperate to escape Jason, Rennie and Sean head into the surprisingly spacious sewer tunnels, only to learn that they flood with toxic waste every midnight (because…of course they do!) Since Jason decides not to employ his teleporting powers, this leads to a somewhat tense chase and a somewhat horrifying moment when Rennie tosses toxic waste into Jason’s face and leaves him a mewling, semi-skeletal wreck that’s somehow his worst unmasked appearance. As Sean and Rennie struggle with a sewer grate, Jason staggers after them, only to be swamped by the toxic waste, him somehow spewing up vile liquid and crying for his mother as he’s hit. The toxic waste melts Jason and washes his remains away, leaving Rennie with a vision of his unconscious child form to symbolise her overcoming her fears (I guess?) Rennie and Sean then reunite with Toby and are left wandering New York, apparently having defeated Jason in the most mediocre way possible.

Final Thoughts:
Fun fact: This was the second Friday the 13th film I ever saw, after Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (McLoughlin, 1986), so I’ve always had a touch of nostalgia for it. However, even I cannot defend this one. The franchise had well and truly run out of steam and ideas by this point and that’s reflected in the desperate decision to try something new. Ironically, placing Jason on a ship or in a big city could’ve been really good ideas if the film had committed to them and done them in interesting ways. I almost understand how restrictive it would be having Jason wander around New York without much purpose but promising that and then confining him to a boat was a ridiculous decision. The main portion of the film might’ve been fun if they boat had been livelier, full of sex and drink and over the top characters doing horny teenage things, all while Charles scowls in the background and Jason brutalises the kids one by one. Instead, the setting is as wasted as the city scenes, which are so obviously not in New York that it makes you wonder why the filmmakers bothered. It’s such a shame as there are some good ideas here, such as Jason’s legend having different layers, Rennie’s connection to him, and the suggestion that there’s some kind of bond between them. However, none of that is developed in a meaningful way so it feels like a waste of time, especially as Rennie is such a boring character despite her past trauma. While Kane Hodder physically embodies the role like no other, Jason looks awful here, especially when unmasked, and the kills are completely forgettable save for Julius having his head knocked off. I imagine even die-hard Friday the 13th fans struggle to defend this one, which is such a let-down in every sense of the word that you’re better off skipping it and watching any of the previous entries instead.

My Rating:

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Terrible

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Movie Night: Pokémon: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew

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Released: 16 July 2005
Director: Kunihiko Yuyama
Distributor: Toho

Budget: Unknown
Box Office: ¥4.3 billion
Rotten Tomatoes Score: 81%

Quick Facts:
An instant phenomenon, Pokémon (Nintendo/Creatures/Game Freak, 1995 to present) dominated playgrounds with videogames, trading cards, and an ongoing anime series (1997 to present). This led to the successful first feature film, which spawned a slew of sequels. By 2005, these were being released straight to video outside of Japan but continued to feature popular Pokémon like Mew, who famously birthed Mewtwo on this day.

The Review:
Taking place during the Advanced Battle portion of the anime series (2004 to 2005) and featuring Pokémon from the upcoming Diamond and Pearl releases (Game Freak, 2006), Lucario and the Mystery of Mew opens in the distant past of the Kanto region. At this time, the beautiful Cameron Palace was caught in the middle of a brutal war was fought between two, heavily armoured Pokémon armies. This impending danger is discovered by the titular Lucario (Sean Schemmel), a stoic and proud Fighting/Steel-Type Pokémon who wields incredible power through its “Aura” abilities. Focusing its power through a nearby crystalline formation, Lucario warns its master – “Aura Guardian” Sir Aran (Jason Griffith) – of the danger before being attacked and temporarily blinded by two Houndoom (Koichi Sakaguchi). Although Lucario fends off the Pokémon, he’s stunned when Sir Aran abandons Queen Rin (Bella Hudson) and the castle. When the aghast Lucario pursues, Sir Aran traps it within a magical staff, leaving it feeling hurt and betrayed. History, however, remembers Sir Aran very differently as it’s said he travelled to the nearby “Tree of Beginning” and ended the conflict between the Pokémon armies, restoring peace to the land. Sir Aran’s so well-renowned that Cameron Palace holds an annual festival to celebrate its hero, one that aspiring Pokémon Master Ash Ketchum (Veronica Taylor) and his friends just so happen to be present for. Ash, Brock (Eric Stuart), May (Veronica Taylor), Max (Amy Birnbaum), and (reluctantly) Pikachu (Ikue Ōtani) dress in period-appropriate outfits for the occasion and Ash (garbed in an outfit resembling Sir Aran’s) conveniently wins the annual Pokémon tournament to be crowned “Aura Champion”. Though he’s annoyed to miss out on the dancing and revelry, Ash is amazed by an ancient staff he’s gifted and the whispers he can hear emanating from it and is absolutely gob-smacked when Lucario is unexpectedly released from it.

Betrayed by its master, Lucario struggles to trust humans and their intentions.

Still partially blinded and confused from the time dilation, Lucario initially mistakes Ash for Sir Aran and flees, amazed to find that hundreds of years have passed, but is calmed by Lady Ilene (Bella Hudson), who recognises it from legend. Lucario’s awakened just in time as a mischievous Mew (Satomi Kōrogi) has been masquerading as various Pokémon (including the legendary Ho-Oh) during the festivities and playing with Pikachu and other Pokémon, unaware that world-renowned record breaker and part-time Pokémon trainer Kidd Summers (Rebecca Soler) is hoping to track it to the fabled Tree of Beginning. A miscommunication sees her Weavile (Eric Stuart) get a little rough with Mew, Pikachu, and Team Rocket’s outspoken mascot, Meowth (Maddie Blaustein), leading Mew to teleport itself, Meowth, and the injured Pikachu to the Tree of Beginning to heal. When Max informs the others, Kidd eagerly joins them in journeying to the Tree of Beginning (much to Brock’s delight) and Lucario obediently agrees to lead them, though it’s fraught with scepticism about human nature. The journey sees Lucario learn of Ash and Pikachu’s friendship and remember happier times with Sir Aran, where its master taught him to hone his Aura to attack and communicate. Somewhat uptight and reserved, Lucario struggled to let its guard down even when encouraged by its master and lashes out whenever Ash and the others invite it to bathe or share food, believing humans cannot be trusted. Local “time flowers” only further sour its mood as he’s reminded of Sir Aran’s treachery and it eventually comes to blows with Ash, believing Ash would abandon his so-called friend just as easily. Max helps make peace with some chocolate and Ash later tearfully apologises, aware that he’s on edge with worry about his lost friend.

The mischievous Mew accidentally endangers our heroes when they venture to the Tree of Beginning.

While Meowth enjoys hanging out with Mew at the Tree of Beginning, Pikachu is equally eager to reunite with Ash but compelled to stay by Mew, who wants to keep playing. When Ash and the others – included Meowth’s Team Rocket cohorts James (Eric Stuart) and Jessie (Rachael Lillis) – reach the Tree of Beginning, they’re violently attacked by its three guardians, the legendary Regice (Kunihiro Kawamoto), Recirock (Eiji Miyashita), and Registeel (Atsushi Kakehashi), mindless near-automatons who attack both groups and drive them further into the Tree of Beginning. Within, the humans are attacked by “antibodies” that resemble fossil Pokémon and swallow them as a defensive measure, shrugging off their attempts to fight back and leaving any Pokémon unharmed in favour of consuming their human companions. This leaves Pikachu so distraught when Ash seemingly dies (…again) that Mew reluctantly uses its incredible powers to converse with the Tree of Beginning and restore those it absorbed, quelling the Regis and reuniting the trainers with their Pokémon. The antibody subplot was a touch unnecessary, I feel, and distracted from the inclusion of the Regis, who were enough of a threat by themselves since even Lucario couldn’t hold them off. While the Tree of Beginning makes for an interesting natural maze and beautiful background, it gets very samey and the film even drops the ball on finally paying off the Ho-Oh tease from the anime’s first episode. I’m also not sure if this Mew is supposed to be the same one from the first movie and it’s a little lacklustre having the main plot be kicked off because the cheeky little kitty wanted to play with its new friends. This means May and Max don’t get much to do beyond berating Ash or helping to melt Lucario’s heart, though Kidd makes for a fun temporary addition to the cast as she’s a pioneer with all kinds of nifty gadgets that are sadly wasted on this adventure.

When restoring Ash imperils Mew, Lucario makes the ultimate sacrifice to reunite with Sir Aran.

There is no central antagonist in Lucario and the Mystery of Mew. The antibodies and Regis are simply defending the Tree of Beginning, which has a symbiotic relationship with Mew and threatens to degenerate after the effort of restoring everyone drains Mew’s life force. Determined to save Mew using the Tree of Beginning’s fabled regenerative powers, our heroes journey to the tree’s heart and find Sir Aran’s gloves resting on a pulsating crystalline structure containing his frozen corpse. A nearby time flower reveals that Sir Aran shunned Lucario to keep it from following him to the Tree of Beginning, where Sir Aran sacrificed his life using his Aura to stop the warring Pokémon. Galvanised and guilt-ridden by this revelation, Lucario attempts to use its own Aura to restore Mew and thus save the Tree of Beginning, only to find it lacks the strength. However, Ash conveniently has the same Aura potential as Sir Aran so he slips on the hero’s gloves and helps boost Lucario’s power, somehow just willing himself to generate Aura without any training or knowledge of how to do so. Of course, the plan works and all is restored, but the effort proves fatal to Lucario. A time flower shows Sir Aran’s last moments, where he tearfully wishes his Pokémon well and hoped to be reunited with it someday and Lucario weeps, acknowledging Sir Aran as his friend and saying its farewells before dissipating into energy sparkles and reuniting with his friend in death. Exiting into the fresh air, Ash promises to also keep them both close by and Kidd vows to never reveal the Tree of Beginning’s location to keep it safe from tourists. Lucario is also immortalised alongside Sir Aran at Cameron Palace and Mew even gains a new playmate: a Bonsly (Eric Stuart) May befriended on the journey.

Final Thoughts:
I had high hopes for Lucario and the Mystery of Mew. I liked Lucario and even used one on my Diamond team back in the day, though it ended up being far from the dark counterpart to Mewtwo I imagined it to be. It’s kind of weird seeing a Fighting/Steel-Type Pokémon have telepathic powers but the movie kinda explains it through its “Aura” gimmick, a semi-psychic power that makes this Lucario exceptional and which Ash also conveniently has. I don’t think this was necessary; I think his physical resemblance to Sir Aran would’ve been enough and he (and the others) could’ve just given Lucario emotional support in the finale rather than seeing Ash emit an Aura Sphere out of nowhere. If you’re looking for spectacular Pokémon battles, you won’t find them here as Ash has one of his weakest teams ever and this film is more focused on exploring Lucario’s lost faith in humanity and realising that its friend didn’t betray him after all. I do wonder if the film might’ve been improved by having Kidd be an antagonist looking to capture Mew or gain control of the Tree of Beginning as the film suffers somewhat without a villain. The Regis are painfully wasted, leading only to chase scenes, though the antibodies offer some of the more harrowing moments where characters, believing they’re about to die, release their Pokémon (Ash even tells Pikachu he loves it before being devoured). I was disappointed to see that Ho-Oh was simply Mew in disguise, however, and had no relevance to the plot and that Mew didn’t get more significance until its life was suddenly in danger. In the end, Lucario and the Mystery of Mew was a decent, somewhat emotional adventure with some relevant lessons to teach about human nature and such, but it’s a somewhat by-the-numbers Pokémon feature that I don’t think really lived up to its full potential.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

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Movie Night [Sci-Fanuary]: The Running Man (2025)

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January celebrates two notable dates in science-fiction history: “National Science Fiction Day” on January 2 to coincide with the birth of world renowned sci-fi writer Isaac Asimov, and 12 January being when Arthur C. Clarke’s HAL 9000 was created. Accordingly, I dedicate January to celebrating sci-fi in all its forms.

Released: 14 November 2025
Director: Edgar Wright
Distributor: Paramount Pictures

Budget: $110 million
Box Office: $68.6 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 63% / 78%

Quick Facts:
Famed as the undisputed king of the horror novel, Stephen King also adopted the pseudonym Richard Bachman to publish additional books like The Running Man (1982), which became a celebrated Arnold Schwarzenegger vehicle in 1987. Director Edgar Wright saw the chance to remake the story as a passion project and aimed to stick closer to the source material. Wright and star Glen Powell thus ensured that Ben Richards would be portrayed as an “Everyman” rather than an action hero, while Industrial Light & Magic contributed to the visual effects and Schwarzenegger gave Powell his “full blessing”.

The Review:
As a lifelong Arnold Schwarzenegger fan, I’m obviously a big fan of The Running Man (Glaser, 1987). However, that movie isn’t very faithful to the original novella, though the basics are still there. Despite how poor many remakes of classic eighties films can be, I was therefore very excited about this new adaptation, which sticks much closer to the book and thus stands apart from the previous film. As in the 1987 movie and the book, The Running Man is set in a dystopian near future where the United States has become an authoritarian police state that placates its population with non-stop, often lethal gameshows on “FreeVee”. While the top 1% live in lavish luxury in massive hi-tech skyscrapers and barely pay attention in their self-driving cars, working class Joes like Ben Richards (Glen Powell) live in squalor in the slums of Co-Op City. While FreeVee broadcasts game shows where the desperate dregs of society risk their lives for cash, civilians are constantly monitored, tracked, and abused by the corporate media networks who have usurped regular government. In this world, healthcare is all-but inaccessible to Richards, who’s forced to work menial, high-risk and low-pay jobs just to get by while his wife, Sheila Richards (Jayme Lawson), works around the clock as a waitress, forced to endure lewd remarks and patrons just to help cover their bills. For Richards, life is made doubly hard as he’s been blacklisted for his insubordinate attitude, which manifests as a sarcastic, biting wit, spontaneous anger at injustice, and him daring to care about the health and safety of his co-workers. Time and again, Richards has been punished for sticking his neck out for others, finally losing his most recent job for speaking out about the poor radiation controls that threaten to make the workers sterile.

Desperate, rage-filled Richards risks his life in a violent reality show to better provide for his family.

At his wit’s end, with his toddler daughter Cathy Richards (Alyssa and Sienna Benn) suffering from the flu, Richards is forced to try out for one of the network’s game shows, confident that he can earn enough money on one of the less dangerous shows to at least get Cathy some decent medicine. Richards excels at the physical and mental tests he’s put through, showing himself to be a physically capable, resourceful, and intelligent contestant, though his rage and misanthropy at years of being downtrodden see him forced to sign-up to the network’s most dangerous show: The Running Man. Though reluctant as no contestant has ever survived, Richards is ultimately convinced to sign on after meeting slick producer Dan Killian (Josh Brolin), who takes a shine to Richards’ blue-collar background and outspoken nature and even gives him an advance to coerce him. Naturally, Sheila is horrified to learn that Richards will be hunted across the world for the next thirty days, earning cash for each day he survives, each “Hunter” he kills, and constantly at risk of being exposed by bloodthirsty civilians looking to be rewarded for snitching. Though won over by Killian’s silver tongue, Richards is immediately screwed when Running Man host, Bobby Thompson/Bobby T (Colman Domingo), brands him a dangerous criminal and broadcasts falsified information about him and his fellow runners, Jenni Laughlin (Katy O’Brian) and Tim Jansky (Martin Herlihy). Taking advantage of the $1,000 bursary and twelve-hour head start, Richards takes Killian’s advice to “stick with his people” to heart and immediately heads to underground forger Molie Jernigan (William H. Macy) to get some fake identification and supplies. Richards hides in a seedy hotel, following the show’s rules by sending in increasingly frustrated and angered videos of his progress, which are eventually also doctored to portray him as a psychopath when really he’s trying to warn the public about various injustices perpetrated by the network.

While on the run, Richards becomes the unwitting “initiator” of a much-needed revolution.

While Richards is impressively cut here, he’s not a man-mountain like Arnold and gets beaten, bloodied, dirty, and exhausted from constantly being on the run and fighting for his life. Glen Powell makes for a fantastic “Everyman” figure and perfectly captures Ben’s manic energy and tumultuous emotions, with him openly resisting being branded as a martyr by similarly downtrodden folks like Bradley Throckmorton (Daniel Ezra) and Elton Parrakis (Michael Cera) and wishing only to ensure his family’s safety. While Jansky and Laughlin don’t last long, burning through their cash or being far too public, Richards keeps his head down and is aided by Co-Op’s underclass, who reveal the true extent of the network’s propaganda and lies as they’re actively poisoning or killing the populace and either ignoring it or making a show of it. Throckmorton, who anonymously posts videos warning of this, smuggles Richards to Derry, Maine, where he’s further aided by Parrakis, an extreme anti-network activist who believes Richards can spark a violent resistance. The public soon favour Richards, spray-painting “Richards Lives” messages and cheering him as he gets closer to victory, though Elton’s dementia-addled mother (Sandra Dickinson) scuppers the plan to shelter Ben in their fortified home and transport him to a secret underground bunker to wait out the remaining time. While reluctant to be the figurehead of a revolution and alarmed at how crazed some of his allies are, Richards is disgusted by the foul treatment they’ve suffered and enraged when they are executed by association, driving him to embrace his role as a social anarchistic and take unsuspecting citizen Amelia Williams (Emilia Jones) hostage in the finale to show the world just how corrupt the network is.

Directed by Killian, Richards is relentlessly hounded by the sadistic McCone and his Hunters.

Rather than being hunted by colourful and outlandish, muscled-up “Stalkers”, Richards is constantly hounded by the Hunters, an elite group of network assassins led by the mysterious Chief Evan McCone (Lee Pace), the masked icon of The Running Man. While Killian assures Richards that his tapes can’t be traced in the interest of fairness, Richards quickly learns this is a lie (not that the network needs the extra edge as they have eyes and ears everywhere). Despite his best efforts, Richards barely gets a moment to rest as the Hunters advance on each of his locations, haunting Ben’s dreams with paranoid nightmares of himself and his friends and family being slaughtered. Thanks to his quick thinking and wariness, Richards escapes death each time but often by sheer luck, as McCone almost ends him with an errant grenade and Throckmorton’s car is shot up as he smuggles Ben out of Boston. Often disguised as civilians, the Hunters deploy floating cameras to record their kills, waiting for Killian’s cue to make each execution public. When Richards proves as resourceful and stubborn as Killian hoped, Bobby T is forced to spin a narrative of the Hunters being patriotic family men slaughtered by a desperate criminal, which encourages the more susceptible and trigger-happy civilians to target Richards. These antagonists play a much lesser role than in the 1987 film though, as The Running Man takes a page out of King’s book by focusing more on Richards, his desperate attempts to survive, and the social injustices he uncovers. Parrakis jumps at the chance to fry the network’s goons and bludgeon them with his boobytraps, while Richards refuses to play Killian’s game and execute the helpless Frank (Karl Glusman). McCone is a relentless tool of the network, dispassionately torturing and killing his way to his target, whom he grows increasingly frustrated with as Richards refuses to die and is favoured by Killian, who actively protects Ben at times to further boost his ratings.

Outspoken Richards defies the odds and not only survives, but inspires the people to revolt.

This comes to a head when the injured and desperate Richards forces Amelia to drive him to an airfield, bluffing his way onto a jet by claiming to have a powerful explosive. Killian humours Richards, ordering McCone to unmask and stand down so Richards can board the plane before revealing that they’re aware of his bluff. Incredibly, Killian offers Richards the chance to replace McCone and become the star of an all-new show, pitching him a redemption arc so he can cash-in on his newfound superstardom. To motivate Richards to kill McCone and the flight crew, Killian shows him footage of McCone and the other Hunters murdering Ben’s family, driving Richards into an uncontrollable rage that sees him kill the crew and get into a brutal, bloody brawl with McCone, who’s revealed to be a former runner from the show’s first season who took a similar deal after surviving for twenty-nine days. Though grievously wounded, Richards is aided by Amelia after she’s horrified to learn the truth about the network. Ben allows to escape with the only parachute and, facing either being shot down or remote piloted by Killian, tries again to warn the public about the network but is replaced by another incriminating deepfake and seemingly killed. I was honestly shocked that the film retained even this much of the book’s ending, which has unnerving parallels to 9/11, but honestly somewhat disappointed that they didn’t go all-in with a bleak ending that nevertheless inspired true change for this totalitarian world. Still, encouraged by Throckmorton, the public refuse to believe their saviour has died and pro-Richards rallies increase in volume and violence, with even Bobby T walking away from Killian after witnessing the raucous crowd. Emboldened by Richards and the ever-increasing evidence of network deception, the public finally come together in a violent rebellion that sees them trash the Running Man set and Richards, alive and well, publicly execute Killian before reuniting with his family, who also survive in this version of the story.

The Summary:
I had a good feeling about The Running Man from the moment I saw the first trailer. I could tell right away that it was going to be very different to the 1987 film and closer to the source material, and it absolutely was, almost to its detriment at times. Unlike the 1987 film, this version suffers a bit with some pacing issues. Some parts are a bit rushed, then it slows down a bit, then some obvious re-recording of lines is looped in, which can be a bit distracting. However, this was still an enjoyable romp that’s very different from Edgar Wright’s usual work. Glen Powell excelled in the lead role, conveying the perfect balance of manic energy, heart, and underdog (and physical!) appeal that make Richards a fun character to root for. He’s desperate to save his family and wary of helping others but is a decent man deep down who reluctantly inspires a revolution. While the Hunters can’t hold a candle to the 1987 Stalkers, I liked that Richards was constantly looking over his shoulder and against the odds when McCone zeroed in on him. While Killian and Bobby T are somewhat underutilised, this Running Man is firmly focused on Richards and his fight for survival in a hazardous and untrustworthy authoritarian dystopia, and it’s endlessly entertaining and harrowing to watch him narrowly avoid death by the skin of his teeth. I was amazed that the ending stuck so close to the book and somewhat relieved that the film opted for a happier ending, despite how much of a gut punch a bleak ending would’ve been after some of the comical action that had preceded it. Ultimately, The Running Man is a very different beast from its predecessor with a slightly different agenda but, by sticking closer to the source material and delivering explosive action and thought-provoking satire, it more than stands on its own two feet as an entertaining film rather than being derivative or inferior.

My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Great Stuff

Did you enjoy this adaptation of The Running Man? Are you glad that it stuck closer to the book or do you prefer the colourful excess of the 1987 film? Did you enjoy Glen Powell’s portrayal of Richards as a down-trodden everyman? Were you disappointed that McCone and Killian didn’t play a larger role, or did you prefer the focus on inspiring a revolution? Does it disturb you that dystopian futures are essentially now our reality? Which Stephen King book is your favourite and how are you celebrating sci-fi this month? Let me know your thoughts in the comments and donate to my Ko-Fi to fund more reviews like this.

Movie Night [Sci-Fanuary]: War of the Worlds

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January celebrates two notable dates in science-fiction history: “National Science Fiction Day” on January 2 to coincide with the birth of world renowned sci-fi writer Isaac Asimov, and 12 January being when Arthur C. Clarke’s HAL 9000 was created. Accordingly, I dedicate January to celebrating sci-fi in all its forms.

Released: 29 June 2005
Director: Steven Spielberg
Distributor: Paramount Pictures

Budget: $132 million
Box Office: $603.9 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 76% / 42%

Quick Facts:
Byron Haskin’s award-winning 1953 adaptation of sci-fi classic The War of the Worlds (Wells, 1898) led to a television show and inspired similarly-themed alien invasion movies, knock-offs, and a widely celebrated musical adaptation from Jeff Wayne. This big-budget, modern-day reinterpretation reunited director Steven Spielberg with star Tom Cruise and drew visual and narrative inspiration from 9/11. Industrial Light & Magic designed the sleek alien walkers to be both intimidating and horrific to fulfil the filmmakers’ wish to emphasis the futility and devastation of war.

The Review:
Like the 1953 film, this big-budget adaptation of The War of the Worlds is set not in Victorian England, but in then-modern day America, beginning in Brooklyn, New York and following deadbeat dad and longshoreman Ray Ferrier (Tom Cruise) as he desperately tries to get his kids to the presumed safety of Boston, Massachusetts when aliens suddenly attack. Ray starts the film as a bit of an asshole. Though he’s said to be a hard worker as a crane operator down at the docks, Ray’s not in the business of working more hours than he has to, citing union rules about overtime (and, honestly, rightfully so), and is therefore seen to be arrogant and condescending. Ray’s a keen mechanic, filling his house with car parts and booming through the streets in his prized 1966 Shelby Mustang, and neglecting to fill his refrigerator and cupboards since he favours takeaways. Ray’s so self-absorbed that he completely forgets when he’s due to meet his kids at his house, though his pregnant ex-wife, Mary Ann (Miranda Otto), is well past arguing about his tardiness and irresponsibility. Instead, she glares at him and makes snap criticisms, all with the general idea of urging him to do better by moody teenager Robbie (Justin Chatwin) and inquisitive youngster Rachel (Dakota Fanning). Although Rachel is begrudgingly polite to her dad, Robbie has no interest, preferring to ignore him, call him “Ray”, criticise his lack of parenting skills, and generally give him a hard time. Ironically, Robbie emulates his father’s dress sense more than he realises and is just as irresponsible, stealing his car and dragging his feet on his homework and rejecting Ray’s questionable attempts to bond with a sneering angst. Rachel is surprisingly mature for her age, ordering healthy foods and giving Ray pointers, only for him to balk at both since he clearly doesn’t like deviating from his junk food or receiving criticism for his parenting.

When aliens suddenly attack, deadbeat dad Ray must rise to the occasion to protect his estranged children.

Luckily for Ray, he’s given the perfect opportunity to step up when a mysterious storm looms overhead and lightning repeatedly strikes the ground, setting off an electromagnetic pulse and fries all vehicles and electronics and terrifies Rachel. Curious, Ray wanders outside and is amazed when a gigantic alien machine bursts from the street with an ominous honk. The towering Tripod immediately sets to work vaporising the terrifying crowd, reducing them to dust and tattered clothes, and Ray races home covered in an ash-like substance that was once his neighbours, too shellshocked to properly explain what happened and desperately urging his kids to flee before the Tripod reaches their block. Despite Robbie demanding answers and Rachel suffering a panic attack, Ray loads his kids into the one working vehicle (thanks to a solenoid change) and races away as the Tripod decimates the area, barely able to describe what happened to his terrified kids. Ray’s struggling to hold together when they get to Mary Ann’s home in nearby New Jersey, desperately trying to keep his kids calm and wrap his head around the death and destruction he’s witnessed and succeeding only in scaring or alienating them further. Ray’s stress only increases when a Boeing 747 partially crashes into the house, littering the street with burning wreckage and bodies that Ray desperately shields Rachel from and angering Robbie so much that he becomes obsessed with fighting against the invaders. Ray’s very much against this not just because the Tripods are so massive, intimidating, and dangerous, but also because a newswoman (Camillia Sanes) reveals that aliens travelled through the lightning bolts to pilot the walkers, meaning humanity is facing a violent extermination from an extraterrestrial force. Refusing to risk their lives by joining the military effort, Ray frantically focuses on getting his kids to Boston, partially because he’s underequipped for the crisis but also because he knows the kids are better off with Mary Ann. Along the way, the car is literally ripped apart by an angry mob desperate to get to safety, forcing Ray to pull out his pistol to drag Robbie and Rachel out of their path as the mob fights over the vehicle.

The devastating attack inspires fear, rage, and paranoia as survivors fight or flee from the aliens.

A momentary respite at the Hudson River quickly turns into another fight for survival when the Tripods arrive, capsizing the ferry and abducting many survivors. Ray and his kids are caught up in the military’s desperate counterattack  and witness how unstoppable the Tripods really are as they shrug off damage with energy shields and vaporise tanks and troops alike. Ray sees this as a futile effort, seeing only death when the Tripods appear, and frantically argues with Robbie when he insists on witnessing and aiding the fight. In an emotionally charged moment, Ray’s resolve falters and his reluctantly lets Robbie go to forge his own path, hoping that they’ll be reunited in Boston when it’s all over. Still rattled from this, Ray gratefully accepts shelter in Harlan Ogilvy’s (Tim Robbins) basement, struggling to reassure and calm Rachel following her brother’s absence and quickly realising that Harlen is a danger to them. When the aliens carve up the grounds outside, spreading their disturbing red weed by harvesting their human captives, Harlen grows more unstable, ready to fight back when a probe and pilots investigate his house. Ultimately, Ray’s forced to have Rachel distract herself with a lullaby as he kills Harlan offscreen in a way we never see but which understandably unsettles him, both of them being severely traumatised by everything they’ve witnessed but doing whatever they can to survive. While I’m no fan of Tom Cruise, this is one of the few movies he’s in that I can tolerate and admit that he does a decent job. He makes for a great and very believable jackass father and has the stature to pull off an “Everyman” figure, one whose first instinct is to run rather than oppose such an overwhelming force. Like the book’s narrator, Ray bumps into many characters, learning more about the aliens as he goes and witnessing how devastating their attack is each time, which only compels him to keep moving. Like the book, the focus is squarely on our main characters and their attempts to survive rather than the fight the invaders, which only makes the aliens more ominous and dangerous.

As daft as the aliens look, their technology and assault of the planet are horrifying and intimidating.

Thanks to advancements in technology, H.G. Wells’ iconic Tripods were finally brought to life in all their terrifying glory, booming a trumpet call of war that echoes the long-running musical and appearing more horrifying than ever as Spielberg uses them as an allegory for the 9/11 attacks. Spielberg fully commits to the iconography of the Tripods, forgoing the other alien tech to focus on the massive, highly advanced war machines that vaporise everything in their path, crush buildings with their advance, and scoop up victims with their tentacles. Despite its different setting, War of the Worlds is far closer to the book than the previous adaptation, with the Tripods upturning a ferry and seeding the land with red weed from their victims to terraform the Earth. However, Spielberg alters the origin of the aliens, which apparently prepared for their invasion by burying their machine thousands of years ago and are never said to be from Mars. The aliens also look very different to the book and the first film, being strange, gangly creatures with three legs and little evidence of advanced intelligence beyond their unstoppable war machines. While the narrator (Morgan Freeman) repeats that the aliens were motivated to attack by envy, desiring Earth’s rich natural resources, they’re seen to be largely ignorant of our society, culture, and technology despite having observed us for generations. Their strategy is simply to overwhelm with superior numbers and force, littering cities with destruction and ash, leaving bodies floating in rivers and toppling entire cities within hours. I was impressed by the special effects used to bring the Tripods to life and they’re framed as especially intimidating against the rainy night sky, though I would’ve preferred to see the machines be simply armoured rather than having energy shields and for the aliens to look a bit more unique rather than appearing as cousins to the invaders from Independence Day (Emmerich, 1996).

Once again, Mother Nature defeats the unstoppable invading forces to ensure an emotional ending.

Having lost Robbie and living somewhere between denial and desperation, Ray wishes only to take shelter until the aliens leave but is driven to extreme measures when the paranoid Harlen endangers him and Rachel with his crazed obsessions. Despite this, the alien probe spots him and Rachel in the dilapidated house, forcing a terrifying Rachel to flee into the night and be abducted by one of the towering machines. Determined to keep Rachel safe, Ray grabs a grenade belt from a nearby military vehicle and voluntarily gets himself abducted to save her, revealing the grotesque bio-organic nature of the walkers as he’s sucked inside to make more red weed and instead feeds it the explosives. Exhausted and barely coherent, Ray and Rachel shuffle alongside a gaggle of other survivors into Boston, which has conveniently been largely spared much damage. Ushered on by the military, Ray’s amazed to find the Tripods have collapsed in the street. When another comes stumbling by, Ray and the others take shelter in an underpass but his keen eye spots that a flock of birds are nesting on the walker’s cockpit. Though struggled against the cacophony of the Tripod’s trumpet, Ray alerts the nearby soldiers, who quickly take up offensive positions and blast the Tripod with a barrage of rocket launchers. Damaged, the machine finally goes down and ejects one of its pilots, which quickly withers and chokes to death much like the decaying red weed. As ever, the narrator explains that the aliens were undone by the microbes we’ve become immune to over countless generations, Incredibly, Ray then carries Rachel to Mary Ann’s childhood home, which is unbelievably untouched by the devastation. Amazingly, not only are Mary Ann and her family alive, but Robbie’s somehow there too, allowing Ray to embrace his rebellious son and complete his character arc into a caring and determined father. While this makes for a sombre and emotional ending, I still think it would’ve been better to leave Robbie’s fate ambiguous (perhaps have Ray immediately leave to go looking for him?) if only to really sell how devastating this alien attack was for our main characters.

Final Thoughts:
While I’m a big fan of the original book, I have to say I’ve never been much of a fan of this big-budget adaptation. A lot of that is due to my personal dislike for Tom Cruise, who I just find annoying and underwhelming, and how disappointed I was that it wasn’t set in Victorian England to really hammer home how insignificant we are against the invaders. I also disliked changing their origin so they arrive on lightning bolts and pilot machines buried thousands of years ago. Simply having the Tripods and their pilots arrive on a meteor storm would’ve been far better for me, as would implying they came from Mars at least in a throwaway line. However, I must begrudgingly admit that War of the Worlds is far closer to the source material than the 1953 film, including mor side characters and events from the book since we’re following a regular guy rather than the military. I liked this aspect and how ill-equipped Ray is at dealing with this crisis since he can’t parent properly, so he’s completely out of his depth and survives only through sheer luck. I really liked Ray’s relationship with Rachel and Dakota Fanning’s work as a mature yet terrified little girl forced to rely on an unreliable father. Robbie was a pain in the ass who stupidly thought he could make a difference in an unwinnable fight. A commendable belief, for sure, but I would’ve preferred to see him die, be injured, or have his fate left ambiguous for his efforts. The Tripods are fantastically realised here, constantly lurking in the background and devastating everything in their path and depicted as a nigh-unstoppable force that only Mother Nature can topple. The snake-like probe and the weird alien designs weren’t as impressive, unfortunately, though it was chilling seeing the tattered clothes, wreckage, and bodies they leave behind, especially considering how the visuals echoed 9/11. Overall, I find this to be quite mediocre but it’s probably the best War of the Worlds adaptation I’ve ever seen…I just wish it’d starred someone else in the lead role.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Did you enjoy this big-budget version of The War of the Worlds? Do you agree that Tom Cruise drags the film down or did you enjoy his performance? Were you a fan of how the film changed the aliens’ origins and their physical depiction? What did you think to the Tripods and the film as an allegory for 9/11? Would you have wanted to fight the invaders or would you flee? Which adaptation of The War of the Worlds is your favourite and how are you celebrating sci-fi this month? Leave a comment below with your input, check out my other sci-fi reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest other War of the Worlds media for the site

Movie Night [Sci-Fanuary]: The Blob (1988)

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January celebrates two notable dates in science-fiction history: “National Science Fiction Day” on January 2 to coincide with the birth of world renowned sci-fi writer Isaac Asimov, and 12 January being when Arthur C. Clarke’s HAL 9000 was created. Accordingly, I dedicate January to celebrating sci-fi in all its forms.

Released: 5 August 1988
Director: Chuck Russell
Distributor: Tri-Star Pictures

Budget: $10 million
Box Office: $8.2 million
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 69% / 59%

Quick Facts:
This rightfully celebrated remake of the 1958 cult classic reunited screenwriter Frank Darabont with director Chuck Russell and saw Lyle Conway, Stuart Ziff, and Tony Gardner collaborate on the gruesome and inventive special effects, which utilised silk bags filled with Methyl cellulose. Though widely praised as a more cynical piece evocative of the more rebellious 1980s, attempts at another remake have constantly stalled.

The Review:
Shifting its setting to Arborville, California The Blob initially begins in a similar fashion to the 1958 original, though with some fun twists. In place of Steve McQueen we have star quarterback Paul Taylor (Donovan Leitch), a gifted youngster from a wealthy background who, despite nursing what looks like a concussion, attracts shapely cheerleader Megan “Meg” Penny (Shawnee Smith). Despite his bravado, Paul’s wingman, Scott Jeskey (Ricky Paull Goldin), gets cold feet when buying condoms ahead of his late-night tryst with Vicki DeSoto (Erika Eleniak) when football loving Reverend Meeker (Del Close) corners him in the local chemist. Wishing to appear virtuous rather than a creep who practically date rapes girls, Scott paints Paul as a wayward soul, much to the disgust of pharmacist Tom Penny (Art LaFleur). This lands Paul in hot water when he pops over (in his letterman jacket, of course) to pick up Meg and realises Tom is her father, though Meg mostly laughs it off while apologising for her bratty little brother, horror fanatic Kevin Penny (Michael Kenworthy). Unfortunately for Paul and Meg, Paul accidentally knocks down a panicked old hermit (Billy Beck). Like in the original, the vagabond investigated a flaming meteorite that crashed into the woods, poking it with a stick and ending up screaming in agony when a strange, slime-like substance latched on to his hand. Luckily for the “old dude”, ruffian Brian Flagg (Kevin Dillon) was fixing his motorcycle nearby and helped, though his presence immediately rubs Paul and Meg the wrong way as Flagg’s a known troublemaker who’s been in and out of juvenile detention centres and is very much an outsider amongst his peers and the town.

Unlikely duo Flagg and Meg must come together when a violent, voracious blob threatens their town.

Genuinely caring for the old man, who had applauded his earlier failed attempt to jump a busted bridge with his motorcycle, and to ensure Paul doesn’t pin the incident on him, Flagg accompanies them to the doctor’s office but quickly leaves after being frustrated by red tape. Paul is horrified to discover the hermit’s skin bulging alarmingly. Panicked, he pleads with the doctor (Jack Nance) for help, only to discover the old man dissolved from the torso down! Alarmed, Paul frantically calls Sheriff Herb Geller (Jeffrey DeMunn) but his chances at being a leading man like McQueen are dashed when the titular “Blob”, now vastly grown, envelops him and leaves Meg unconscious and hysterical after she walks in on him being consumed by the organism. Unfortunately, Paul had time to name-drop Flagg, so the moody outsider is apprehended and grilled by Deputy Bill Briggs (Paul McCrane), who’s convinced that Flagg was involved despite it being literally impossible for him to have melted the two to a mess of meat. Knowing this, Sheriff Geller sets Flagg free and he’s quickly sought out by a desperate Meg, who wants to verify what she saw. While at Fran Hewitt’s (Candy Clark) diner, Flagg dismisses Meg’s wild stories and gives her nothing but resentment, but his disbelief shatters when he hears a commotion and finds Fran’s cook, George Ruiz (Clayton Landey), literally being pulled down the drain by the Blob! Horrified, Brian and Meg take shelter in the freezer, discovering that the Blob is sensitive to the cold, and seek out Sheriff Geller once the coast is clear, oblivious that he, Scott, Vicki, and Fran have all been consumed by the amorphous, acidic creature.

The mutated, man-made parasite excites Dr. Meaddows but spells gory doom for a small town.

However, Flagg and Meg learn that Briggs is at the crash site. Looking for answers, they head over and find Doctor Christopher Meddows (Joe Seneca) leading a military operation of shady government types in haz-mat suits. While Dr. Meaddows is courteous, Flagg is a sceptical, wary bad boy who doesn’t trust or like authority figures so he’s unconvinced by Dr. Meaddows’ explanation that the Blob is an alien bacteria that once wiped out the dinosaurs. Of course, Flagg’s right to be suspicious. After escaping, Flagg overhears a conversation between Dr. Meaddows and Colonel Templeton Hargis (Jack Rader) that reveals the film has reimagined the Blob as a man-made parasite, an advanced form of warfare created during the Cold War that was launched into space in a satellite. Space radiation caused it to unexpectedly mutate and crash to Earth and Dr. Meddows is super excited at the prospect as it means one-upping those pesky Russkies. Accordingly, Dr. Meaddows orders Arborville be pacified with talk of a quarantine from a potential infection and then isolated to contain the Blob, even if it kills the town. Despite his better judgement, Flagg races to warn people using the town’s vast sewer pipes, reuniting with Meg after she was forced to flee down there with Kevin and his friend, Eddie Beckner (Douglas Emerson). Kevin and Eddie’s wholesome midnight screening of a slasher was interrupted by the Blob, which sent the cinema patrons fleeing or consumed them in a far more gruesome and bloody reimagining of the iconic scene from the original film. The Blob then doubles down by melting poor Eddie, leaving Flagg, Kevin, and shellshocked soldier (Bill Moseley) trapped in the sewers ahead of the explosive finale.

The Blob is bigger, meaner, and more dangerous than ever thanks to fantastic practical effects.

Although its origins are different, the Blob is still an amorphous, voracious creature driven only to consume and grow. Even when small, the Blob is tenacious, latching onto the hermit’s hand with a corrosive grip and melting him inside out. This sees it grow large enough to engulf poor Paul, who’s left a screaming, suffocating, melting mess within the creature’s jelly-like body. While the Blob was disappointingly absent for most of the 1958 film, it’s a persistent threat here, stalking through the grass to invade Vicki from the inside out, collapsing her in on herself to attack Scott with writhing tentacles. The Blob is far more versatile here thanks to improved practical and visual effects, appearing in various forms and sizes thanks to miniatures, animatronics, rear projection, and puppetry. Accordingly, it utilises tentacles to ensnare its prey, like when it entangles itself on Meg’s hair or yanks George down the drain. Other times, it simply engulfs its targets, slithering over the telephone booth to absorb Fran while still digesting lovelorn Sheriff Geller. The Blob’s increased screen presence delivers some fantastically gory kills and moments: Paul’s arm is ripped off and lies twitching and melting on the floor, a projectionist (Unknown) gets plastered to the ceiling and left gasping as he dissolves into the creature, and poor Eddie gets melted to a screaming, half-skeletal mush! The Blob grows “at a geometric rate” as a result, eventually becoming large enough to swat solders with giant tentacles, shrug off C4 and flamethrowers (leaving Reverend Meeker horribly burned), and growing thrashing appendages so strong they snap Briggs in half! Dr. Meaddows’ insane attempt to contain the creature and somehow turn it to his advantage see him disregard all civilian and military lives, leading to his deserved end when the Blob snags him through a manhole and leaves him a bloodstain within his suit.

While C4 and a snow truck reduce the Blob to frozen fragments, its threat remains lingering by the end…

Flagg’s rebellious nature and distrustful attitude see his hunch about Dr. Meaddows pay off in the worst way and, despite him planning to leave town, Flagg’s compelled to go back (he even chastises himself for having his head turned by a cheerleader!) Despite saving Meg, Kevin, and the soldier, Flagg is met with suspicion by the town thanks to Briggs’ prejudice and Dr. Meaddows insisting that Flagg is infected by some unknown pathogen and a danger to them. Flagg manages to instil some doubt into Briggs but, luckily for him, the Blob soon convinces the civilians of the true threat. After Colonel Hargis orders the Blob to eat some C4, the creature emerges bigger than ever and goes on a rampage, scooping up, swatting, and consuming everything in its path as the terrified residents flee to the town hall. Thanks to Meg, they fend off the Blob with fire extinguishers, buying Flagg time to commandeer one of Moss Woodley’s (Beau Billingslea) beloved snow making trucks and blast the Blob with freezing cold liquid nitrogen. The Blob reacts violently, overturning the snow truck and threatening to consume Flagg, so Meg completes her evolution into a forthright action heroine by distracting it with an assault rifle and priming some C4 attached to the snow truck. Though both are momentarily imperilled due to being snagged on wires or seatbelts, the two race to safety just as the explosive goes off, flash-freezing the Blob into thousands of ice crystals and bathing the town square in snow. Flagg and Meg embrace as the relieved residents come out of hiding and Moss helps transport the remains to the icehouse. However, Revered Meeker is left badly scarred and traumatised by the ordeal, which he saw as a sign of the apocalypse. Thus, some time later, he preaches of the Rapture and a coming doomsday and is seen to possess a single, writhing piece of the Blob, hinting that the creature may return for seconds…

Final Thoughts:
I was probably way too young when I first saw The Blob, but I don’t regret it one bit. This is another example of a remake done right as it takes everything that worked about the original and dials it up to eleven, with the twist that The Blob takes its premise very seriously and is much more of a monster movie/body horror than a cheap (if ambitious) B-movie. As over the top as Flagg’s roguish depiction is, I really liked his characterisation as an outsider who’s been abandoned by his family and is constantly misjudged but who has a good heart and rises to the occasion. Shawnee Smith did a decent job being more than just a pretty, screaming face but I did find her a bit weak compared to Kevin Dillon, though Flagg and Meg made for a good odd couple. I really enjoyed how closely the film sticks to the premise of the original but puts little twists on things, like having the bad boy be the lead protagonist, featuring the creature more to showcase the effects, and altering its origin to make it a man-made parasite as an example of humanity’s hubris and war-like nature. Every complaint I had about the original is addressed here as we see the Blob in full glory for each kill, which are suitably ghastly and disturbing thanks to some truly remarkable practical effects. I loved how the Blob consumed its victims, engulfing them and melting their flesh and bone and leaving them shrieking, helpless messes of meat within its churning body. The Blob was extremely aggressive, sprouting tentacles and changing form to overwhelm its prey and truly depicted as unstoppable rather than being downplayed as a prank. The Blob even has the balls to kill off a kid, something rarely seen in horror, and never fails to entertain me no matter how many times I see it.

My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

Great Stuff

Do you agree that The Blob is one of the best horror remakes out there? Were you a fan of bad-boy Flagg and his rebellious attitude? Did you like the changes made to the Blob’s origins or do you prefer it to be a purely space-bound creature? Were you impressed by the gruesome special effects and gory kills? Are you disappointed that we never got a sequel to this film? What sci-fi movies are you watching this January? Tell me what you think about The Blob in the comments, check out my other sci-fi reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest more sci-fi content for the site.

Movie Night [Sci-Fanuary]: The War of the Worlds

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January celebrates two notable dates in science-fiction history: “National Science Fiction Day” on January 2 to coincide with the birth of world renowned sci-fi writer Isaac Asimov, and 12 January being when Arthur C. Clarke’s HAL 9000 was created. Accordingly, I dedicate January to celebrating sci-fi in all its forms.

Released: 13 August 1953
Director: Byron Haskin
Distributor: Paramount Pictures

Budget: $2 million
Box Office: $2 million (allegedly)
Rotten Tomatoes Scores: 89% / 71%

Quick Facts:
As one of the forefathers of science-fiction genre, it’s perhaps no surprise that Herbert George Wells’s seminal 1898 alien invasion story The War of the Worlds is so widely lauded in mainstream and academic circles alike. After the book gained widespread notoriety from a radio adaptation, George Pal spearheaded the film version, which noticeably differed from the source material and reimagined H. G. Wells’s Tripods as flying machines courtesy of Albert Nozaki and his award-winning visual effects. Heralded as a sci-fi classic, inspired a follow-up television show, similarly-themed alien invasion movies, a slew of remakes and knock-offs, and a widely celebrated musical adaptation from Jeff Wayne.

The Review:
After humanity decimated each other in two World Wars, the Earth was on the precipice of dangerous and terrifying times. Advancements in nuclear and atomic science saw devastating weapons created and stockpiled, which threatened to destroy all life on Earth. Yet, as the omniscient narrator (Sir Cedric Hardwicke) relates, there are beings in the universe far above humanity’s petty squabbles. Far away on the long-dead red planet, unseen and malicious Martians observed our world with curious and envious eyes. Determining that the Earth was their best shot at migration considering how cold, dead, and hazardous the other planets are, the Martians begin a methodical invasion of our world with the simple crash-landing of a red-hot meteor outside Linda Rosa, California. Naturally, this draws immediate attention from the locals, film crews, and the United States military, who struggle to contain the resultant flash fires and rope in visiting scientists like atomic expert Doctor Clayton Forrester (Gene Barry) to offer their insight. Dr. Forrester quickly discovers the meteorite is radioactive and guesses that it’s hollow, explaining why the impact didn’t destroy the town (or the whole planet). He is so intrigued by the arrival – and clearly captivated by local Sylvia Van Buren (Ann Robinson) – that he decides to stick around and investigate the object further once it cools down, graciously accepting the hospitality of Sylvia’s uncle, Pastor Matthew Collins (Lewis Martin. While Dr. Forrester enjoys the square dance, part of the meteorite suddenly unscrews and a strange, mechanical, snake-like periscope emerges, flash-frying the nearby guards when they try to make contact and knocking out all the electricity and phone lines in the town with a burst of magnetic radiation (what we would now call an electro-magnetic pulse/EMP).

Dr. Forrester is at the forefront when Martian flying machines attack the world.

As more of the objects arrive, the military rolls in to secure the crash site. Major General Mann (Les Tremayne) takes charge, ordering a cordon and authorising lethal retaliation against the invader. Pastor Collins, reasoning that the Martians must be a higher lifeform and thus closer to God, attempts to make contact and is immolated by their “heat-ray”, alongside most of General Mann’s troops, when the Martians emerge from their meteorite (actually a cylindrical travel pod) in sleek, manta-ray-like craft that appear to levitate on magnetic beams. The flying machines obliterate everything in their path, easily resisting gunfire, mortars, and even aerial bombardment thanks to their impenetrable force fields. Dr. Forrester and Sylvia flee in a small plane but crash-land in a field, taking shelter in a nearby farmhouse and using the brief reprieve to bond. While Dr. Forrester has no family, Sylvia comes from a large, close-knit family unit and is thus terrified of the destruction caused by the Martians, who slowly sweep across the world as more of their cylinders crash to Earth. When one lands right by the farmhouse, partially destroying it and briefly injuring Dr. Forrester, the strange, squat aliens investigate and Dr. Forrester learns that they are as fragile as humans and, after reconvening with the remains of the military and scientific community, that they’re entirely dependant on their awesome technology. Research on the Martian’s blood also shows they’re highly anaemic while the severed electronic “eye” Dr. Forrester recovers gives some insight into how they perceive the world and humanity, but little advantage is revealed from this. As the world’s nations crumble under the Martian attack, the survivors are driven far from their homes, with the world’s military and surviving governments forced to co-ordinate from makeshift camps with the strangely untouched Washington, D.C., where efforts to mount an effective counterattack are explored.

Though the atom bomb fails and all seems lost, the Martians are undone by Mother Nature herself.

With the Earth on the brink of complete destruction, it’s decided to unleash a far deadlier and more powerful version of the atom bomb. Interestingly, no one (not even Dr. Forrester) objects despite the incredible risk and soldiers, civilians, and reporters observe the blast from dangerously close proximity, seemingly unafraid of any lethal fallout. The devastating force is barely an inconvenience to the Martians, however, thanks to their forcefields, and civilians are ordered to evacuate to the perceived safety of the mountains. Dr. Forrester and his colleagues are thus given the unenviable task of coming up a solution to the problem, an arduous request considering it’s predicted the Martians will conquer the world in just six days, and one almost immediately scuppered when those left behind descend into madness. Rioting, looting, and violence flood the streets, with Dr. Forrester forcibly removed from his car and separated from his vital equipment, seemingly dooming humanity thanks to greed and fear. Concerned only with reuniting with Sylvia, who was similarly forced from a bus heading to the Rocky Mountains, Dr. Forrester recalls a story she shared with him from her childhood where she took shelter in a church and finds her amidst a gaggle of terrified survivors praying for a miracle. Their prayers are seemingly answered when the flying machines suddenly lose control and crash midway through blasting the remains of Los Angeles. The survivors cautiously flood the streets and watch, amazed, as the Martians succumb to the bacteria and diseases humanity has long developed immunity against. Thus, at the very last second, the world is saved not by force or weapons, but by the simplest organisms of all as the planet itself repels its vicious invaders.

Despite some differences from the book and some strange choices, the film remains a sci-fi classic.

I’ve read The War of the Worlds a couple of times, but I haven’t committed it to memory. This film, while largely similar to the book, its noticeably different in that it’s set in America, follows a named (and somewhat educated) central protagonist, and depicts the Martians hovering around rather than stomping through cities in their Tripods. While the Martians utilised flying machines in the book, they were rarely seen, yet the visual of these sleek, deadly craft spewing red death has become iconic in the sci-fi genre. The film also places also more emphasis on the atomic bomb, as I recall, with the weapon depicted as humanity’s last, best hope against the invaders, and many supporting characters are omitted. Dr. Forrester and Sylvia take shelter in a farmhouse, but the curate is missing. The Martians don’t spread their red weed to terraform the planet, don’t capture or consume people, and are never seen engaging with the Navy. The Martians are also depicted very differently than in the book. Rather than being bizarre, octopus-like creatures with a mass of tentacles and bulbous main bodies (essentially being all brain and little else), the Martians are stumpy, gangly creatures with long, spindly arms and weird, biomechanic eyes. This was a strange choice that makes the creatures look more ridiculous than intimidating, though the scene where one fondles Sylvia is still somewhat striking and the cold, efficient ruthlessness of the flying machines more than makes up for how ridiculous the operators look. Indeed, the film emphasises that the Martians are biologically unremarkable, doubling down when they succumb to simple bacteria, and are only fearsome because of their machines, making for a startling allegory for the arrogance and warmongering nature of humanity.

Final Thoughts:
The War of the Worlds certainly earned its place as one of the quintessential sci-fi movies of the 1950s and beyond. It’s the classic story of aliens invading the Earth and set the blueprint for so many alien invasion movies, rip-offs, and parodies, and it all came from this loose adaptation of a centuries-old text whose message has only become more prevalent over time. The main showcase of the film might be the amazing special effects, but the character work is pretty good here, too. I liked Dr. Forrester as an unlikely hero. He knew enough to flee when faced with an overwhelming force and his first thought was also to learning more about their enemy than confronting it head-on, and to protecting others rather than giving in to fear and despair. Sylvia is largely here to look pretty, scream when the Martians attack, and lose herself to hysterics, but she gives Dr. Forrester strength and something specific to fight for and focus on. I enjoyed how stern but fair General Mann was and how utterly useless all our fancy weapons and military might were against this aggressive and advanced enemy. The visual of the Martians shrugging off an atomic bomb remains striking and seeing them slowly and methodically wipe out humanity across the world set the standard for later depictions of world-wide destruction. Sure, there are liberties taken with the text and the Martians themselves look kinda goofy, but their flying machines are now intrinsically linked with the story and have become a symbol of the genre. The War of the World’s message about the dangers of humanity taking their planet and lives for granted remains as true as ever, with us being hopelessly insignificant compared to Mother Nature, and the film remains a bleak, humbling narrative about how insignificant we are against such homegrown and outside forces.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

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