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Movie Night: The Crow: Wicked Prayer

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Released: 19 July 2005
Director: Lance Mungia
Distributor: Dimension Films
Budget: Unknown
Stars: Edward Furlong, David Boreanaz, Tara Reid, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Danny Trejo, and Dennis Hopper

The Plot:
When Jimmy Cuervo (Furlong) and his girlfriend, Lily (Chriqui), are ritualistic murdered by a Satanic biker gang led by Luc Crash/Death (Boreanaz), Jimmy is resurrected by a supernatural crow to take his revenge.

The Background:
Created by James O’Barr as a way to process losing his fiancée, The Crow began life as a 1989 comic book published by Caliber Comics and soon became an underground success. When dark comic book narratives became popular in Hollywood, the concept was a perfect fit and resulted in a critical and commercially successful adaptation sadly tainted by the accidental death of star Brandon Lee. Though an enduring cult favourite, The Crow (Proyas, 1994) was followed by a slew of awful sequels: The Crow: City of Angels (Pope, 1996) was rushed out to capitalise on the original’s success. Resulting in a dismal box office and even worse reviews and The Crow: Salvation (Nalluri, 2000) didn’t fare much better with its lukewarm reviews. Despite this, the studio was determined to milk the franchise for all it was worth, initially collaborating with rapper DMX to work on a script revolving around a rapper being resurrected from a drive-by shooting. When this fell apart, the project was re-tooled into Wicked Prayer (with little resemblance to the comic of the same name),which was hoped to revitalise Edward Furlong’s fortunes after years of substance abuse. Director Lance Mungia, a fan of the franchise, eagerly signed on, hoping to tap into real-life tragedies like the Columbine Shootings and 9/11 with a stirring story of revenge. What we got was a film so reviled that the franchise lay dormant for nearly twenty years, a film almost universally lambasted for its laughable presentation, ridiculous effects and make-up, and intolerable performances from its lead actors.

The Review:
We’re out of the big city and stuck in the Mexican wilderness for The Crow: Wicked Prayer, where a racial and class divide exists between Native Americans and then-modern-day settlers. While this bigotry isn’t dwelled upon much, provides a springboard for a few half-hearted characterisations. As the ridiculous onscreen tags inform us, Death’s misfits (styled after the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse) specifically seek revenge against the Native Americans after their local mine poisoned many of its workers, or robbed them of financial compensation, or some other excuse to attack minorities. When the tribe closes the mine, sparking outrage amongst its workers, for an extravagant casino, Death has his cohorts spread mayhem and death as part of a bizarre ritual to imbue Death with the powers of Satan! The racism goes both ways as Lily “Ignites the Dawn” and Jimmy are urged to stay on the “right side” of the road. Indeed, Jimmy is branded a racist and a killer by the entire town, particularly Lily’s brother, Sheriff Tanner (Dave L. Ortiz), after he killed a Native in his youth. This sees Jimmy ostracised, forced to eke out a living in a squalid trailer park with only Lily standing by him since he saved her from a rapist. However, neither her brother or her preacher father, Padre Harold (Danny Trejo), approve of Jimmy. Thus, when Tanner learns that Jimmy plans to elope with Lily, he’s less than impressed and encourages Jimmy to move on. Despite being an outcast, Jimmy’s devoted to Lily, yet he’s aware of his reputation and encourages her to keep their relationship a low profile. However, she’s far too peppy and trustworthy for that and gladly shouts her love for him, and it’s implied she probably would’ve absconded with Jimmy had Death and his cronies not spoilt their plans.

Troubled Jimmy’s life takes a turn for the worst when he returns from the grave as a lame cosplayer.

Having ridden with Death in his youth, Jimmy doesn’st have a squeaky-clean past but he’s just trying to get on. While I’m sympathetic towards Edward Furlong and everything he’s been through, I’m not sure he’s the best choice for this role as he lacks the charisma and screen presence much like his two predecessors. Jimmy’s certainly a more emotional and aggressive avatar, however, lashing out at his killers with a rage born not just from their atrocious actions, but for turning him into a “monster”. Jimmy’s caught completely off-guard when Death has his minions hang him and Lily and then slice out Lily’s eyes and cut out Jimmy’s heart, leaving Lily’s soul to wander the afterlife directionless. Jimmy returns from the nether near-instantaneously, the confusion, pain, and anger of Lily’s murder still raw, and immediately intuits from the crow that he must take revenge. Unlike his predecessors, who took to this mission with a resigned sense of duty, Jimmy’s reluctant and almost disgusted by killing, even for revenge, and constantly declares his desire to die (he even discovers his powers by trying to kill himself) but soon learns to embrace his rage with a hostility that’s noticeably different from his predecessors. However, being a shorter and far less physically capable individual, Jimmy doesn’t convey the same sense of quiet menace I associate with the character, even when draped in a cool duster jacket or inexplicably teleporting to toy with his victims. Like previous avatars, Jimmy instantly heals from all wounds and exhibits some superhuman strength and agility but, unlike them, his crow is wounded quite early on, leaving Jimmy’s powers in a state of flux. This doesn’t have much of an impact, though, as Jimmy still seemingly heals from his wounds and still performs superhuman (if poorly choreographed) feats, so I’m not sure why they bothered to have this happen when there’s no payoff since Jimmy can’t die until he’s avenged himself and Lily.

Death’s crew of forgettable try-hards are some of the most one-dimensional baddies you’ll ever meet.

Jimmy’s up against a colourful but very confused and one-dimensional bunch. The son of a preacher killed by an “Injun”, Death has a personal vendetta against God and the church, rejecting Christianity and seeking to be the vessel for Lucifer through ritualistic sacrifice. His followers – “Famine” (Tito Ortiz), “Pestilence” (Yuji Okumoto), and “War” (Marcus Chong) – all feel wronged by the mine and the town, taking their perceived hardships and using them as an excuse to be openly racist and cause havoc. Death’s constantly accompanied by Lola Byrne (Reid), a sadistic succubus who longs for the power and infamy offered by the Devil. Having stolen a book of black magic from the head of their order, the strangely theatrical El Niño (Hopper), Lola conjures spells and incantations after gaining a vaguely defined second sight from Lily’s eyes. After tracking down and shooting Moses, the man who killed his father (Richard Cumba), Death encourages his troop to engage in wanton murder, with War gunning down eyewitnesses, all to prepare for an unholy marriage and his own physical sacrifice to be possessed by the Devil. However, as one-dimensional as these “Horsemen” are, they’re all strangely conflicted at times. Death is constantly reminding them of their motivations, calling them out when they hesitate, and even Lola appears visibly uncomfortable at Death’s wholesale slaughter of innocents. Yet, they never once defy Death’s plan, with Lola only descending into penance after her lofty ambitious are ended by the Crow. While Tara Reid continues to be far better on the eyes than the ears, being the weakest link in a chain full of rusted connections, Boreanaz has a great time hamming it up as Death and even more when possessed by Lucifer. He’s a constantly enjoyable presence here, to the point where I wish he’d been cast in the lead role and the producers had piled some more money into Dennis Hopper’s pay cheque to cast him as Death instead.

The Nitty-Gritty:
While the legend of the crow was something of a fairytale in the previous films, a rare mystical occurrence that few understood or knew of, it’s presented as Native American folklore here. Lily speaks openly of the crow, a righteous figure of redemption powered by love, and those returned by the crow’s power are treated with reverence. Indeed, many refer to Jimmy or at least believe him to be an angel, and Lucifer openly makes the Crow as an extension of God’s will, repurposing the concept into a purely religious connotation. Thus, the fight between the Crow and Satan is framed as a battle of wills between Heaven and Hell rather than an emissary from the afterlife being unable to rest due to a devastating loss. It’s an interesting wrinkle in the Crow lore, one that might’ve had more legs if the film had fully committed to it, placing greater emphasis on Padre Harold’s belief in the figure beyond him simply performing a witch doctor dance to revive the bird. Tanner’s vendetta against Jimmy only ends when he realises Jimmy has become the Crow, but the fact Death and his cronies all dabble in black magic takes the spotlight away from Jimmy’s resurrection. While I appreciate the attempt to try something different, The Crow: Wicked Prayer is saddled by some truly awful performances, forgettable moments, and cheap presentation. Shots of the crow flying or glaring into the camera are recycled from previous films, as are some lines, and the special and practical effects are effectively non-existent, with the camera cutting away from any gruesome acts and then showing characters with bloody hands and holding organs or whatever.

Even the interesting changes to the lore are as half-baked as the pathetic fight scenes.

Flashbacks to Jimmy and Lily’s past are similarly limited and presented seemingly at random as a shorthand to make us care about Jimmy’s vengeance, but instead appear as subpar editing. While Emmanuelle Chriqui is certainly cute and it’s nice to spend some time with the Crow’s lover before she’s killed, she has little chemistry with Furlong, who fares far better once he’s painted up. Unfortunately, Jimmy’s Crow looks like bad cosplay, with him moping about rather than exuding the crippling anguish I’d expect from the character. He’s far better when channelling his rage, but even then he’s hampered by some poor fight scenes, with his fist fight with War being a blurry, indistinct mess made more confusing by Padre Harold, Tanner, and a bunch of armed men firing at both men. The film tries to say there are some stakes involved since Jimmy’s powers are weakened for most of its runtime, but it’s hard to believe as he shrugs off bullets and even being physically overpowered by Death, who gradually gains superhuman powers through killing and other strange rituals. Still, none of his minions present a physical challenge to Jimmy, with the terminally ill Pestilence being easily offed via electrocution and the imposing Famine simply being beaten to death with a baseball bat. Jimmy tries to channel Eric Draven’s (Brandon Lee) sombre, caring side when he heals Moses to try and atone for killing his son, but it’s a poor effort. I would’ve liked to see more time spent with Jimmy winning over Padre Harold and Tanner, especially after they save him from his crucifixion, to either better delve into the subtle themes of penance or give him some backup in storming El Niño’s brothel…church…thing. Instead, Jimmy just tells them to get out of his way and heads off alone, with Padre Harold only being convinced to believe in the Crow when Tanner vouches for him.

Even Lucifer’s infernal powers are useless against what this film laughingly sells as “true love”.

All throughout the movie, Death plots to prepare his body and soul to be possessed by the Devil. As ridiculous as that sounds, black magic is not only real in The Crow: Wicked Prayer but ridiculously easy to perform, with even a bimbo like Lola granting herself a degree of clairvoyance and understanding of El Niño’s ancient texts. Murdering Lily and Jimmy was the first step in Death’s plan; he gets his revenge against the man who killed his father, murders some innocent people, and then has a virgin (Daymond John) killed during his marriage to Lola. Surprisingly, Lola stabs Death and kills him to consummate the marriage, a betrayal Death didn’t seem to expect (it’s honestly hard to tell) but which allows Lucifer to posses his body. Now exhibiting incredible superhuman and telekinetic powers, Lucifer easily overpowers the Crow and leaves him for dead and is only stopped from finishing the job (and Padre Harold’s gun-toting mob) by a pressing need to have sex with Lola and thus make his transition official. Unfortunately for Old Scratch, Jimmy pursues them to a dilapidated graveyard and tries to stop him, though he’s no match for the Devil’s superior power and smart mouth. Thanks to Padre Harold leading the mob in a laughable dance, the crow is fully healed and restores Jimmy’s invulnerability and powers, and reminds him why returned to a vengeful unlife. Thus, the two unstoppable powers fight to a standstill until Jimmy sends Lucifer flying, impaling him on a tree branch right as the sun rises. Lola’s incensed at being denied her reward and, in desperation, prays to the Virgin Mary for forgiveness, but is left powerless to resist arrest after Tanner spares her from his father’s wrath. As for Lucifer, he makes sure his final words are suitably self-referential and mocking, leading a spiteful Jimmy to quote some Stephen Crane while slitting his throat. Despite Jimmy not retrieving Lily’s eyes during the fracas, her sight is restored when they reunite in the afterlife (though I guess defeating Lucifer before he could shag Lola undid the black magic she cast over Lily’s eyes? Who knows or even cares?)

The Summary:
And here we are, the lowest point and death knell of the Crow franchise (at least until the remake). This was my first time watching The Crow: Wicked Prayer and I have to say that it wasn’t as bad as I’d been led to believe. Sure, it’s not good and is definitely deserving of a one-star review, but at least I could see what was happening, unlike in the second film, and there was an attempt to do something a little different, veering into more supernatural territory. Unfortunately, The Crow: Wicked Prayer doesn’t commit to this, paying lip service to the Native American slant on the concept (possibly because it has no basis in reality) and skirting around the religious connotations it tries to shoe-horn into the lore. It’s always a tough sell having Satan worshipers as your bad guys and Death’s troop certainly don’t help make that concept any less ridiculous, being cookie-cutter bad guys who I instantly forgot. While David Boreanaz and a surprisingly enthusiastic performance by Dennis Hopper attempt to elevate the material and make things interesting, it’s not enough to carry the film and Edward Furlong just doesn’t have it in him to be a leading man. His involvement reeks of direct-to-video casting and, while he did a decent job with Jimmy’s more aggressive or desperate moments, he just comes across as a weak and watered down version of even his last two predecessors. There’s a good idea or two somewhere in here, but the execution was flawed from the start and The Crow: Wicked Prayer can’t even be said to entertain with some fun fights or bombastic stunts. The budget and the talent just aren’t here and it’s genuinely upsetting seeing the original comic book be diluted and warped into such a shameless cash grab as the concept is so evocative and deserves the same time, energy, and care as in the original film. I avoided The Crow: Wicked Prayer for a reason and you should, too. Just watch the original film four, even five times, and skip everything that came after it, including this debacle.

My Rating:

Rating: 1 out of 5.

Terrible

You didn’t enjoy The Crow: Wicked Prayer but by all means try to tell me you did in the comments. Try to tell me you enjoyed Edward Furlong’ performance, that you believed the chemistry between Jimmy and Lily, and that this is an under-rated gem. Tell me you thought David Boreanaz made for a solid and well-rounded villain, that the changes made to the Crow lore were justified and meaningful, and that the film successfully put a new spin on the franchise. While you’re there, tell me which of The Crow’s sequels was your favourite and how you’re celebrating Devil’s Night this year. Tell me all this, and more, in the comments and then go donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest other Crow content for me to review.

Movie Night: In a Violent Nature

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Released: 31 May 2024
Director: Chris Nash
Distributor: IFC Films
Budget: $3 million
Stars: Ry Barrett, Andrea Pavlovic, Cameron Love, Liam Leone, Charlotte Creaghan, and Reece Presley

The Plot:
When some friends nonchalantly take a locket from the remains of a fire tower, the ranged Johnny (Barrett) resurrects and begins a slow and violent search for it.

The Background:
John Carpenter’s Halloween (Carpenter, 1978) wasn’t the first “slasher” but it absolutely popularised this horror sub-genre and laid the foundation for a slew of copycats, with perhaps none more influential than the Friday the 13th franchise (Various, 1980 to present). These films cemented many horror tropes, such as the hulking, masked, mute killer and the events taking place in dense woodland, and proved incredibly popular arguably because they repeatedly returned to these clichés. After decades of these movies, and others, even the most ardent fans would agree that the formula became stale. Writer/director Chris Nash sought to address this with a low-budget throwback that sought to return to the slower, more methodical roots of the slasher genre and simultaneously subvert it by framing the events from the killer’s perspective and as though the film were a nature documentary. Premiering at the 2024 Sundance Film Festival, In a Violent Nature received a limited cinema release and eventually made $4.5 million at the box office. The film was received very positively, with reviews praising the imaginative spin on the slasher genre and arthouse approach, while also criticising its more predictable elements. Still, many ranked it as the best horror film of 2024 and a sequel was announced at the 2024 San Diego Comic-Con.

The Review:
Unlike any horror movie or slasher film I’ve ever seen, In a Violent Nature follows the killer for most of its runtime or framing shots from his perspective. This unique approach is immediately evident as the camera starts focused on the locket and the scorched fire tower where Johnny’s body is buried rather than on the kids who take his property, and the film rarely deviates from this perspective. Fundamentally, In a Violent Nature like a Friday the 13th slasher, specifically Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (McLoughlin, 1986) and Friday the 13th (Nispel, 2009), primarily by depicting Johnny as a slow, lumbering, dishevelled, reanimated corpse who trudges through the woods and brutalises his victims. Like Crystal Lake, the Ontario wilderness is effectively haunted by Johnny’s legend, which is told to his unsuspecting victims and the audience (over a campfire, no less) by Ehren (Sam Roulston). “Slow” Johnny was the son of a shopkeeper in a nearby logging community who was regularly targeted by the loggers, who felt slighted by his father’s extortionate prices. One day, they lured him up a fire tower and accidentally caused him to fall to his death. His father then died in a barroom brawl after seeking revenge and Johnny’s restless spirit has been blamed for subsequent murders ever since, with the only things keeping him at bay being his mother’s locket and the grounds of the old fire tower. Of course, Kris (Pavlovic), Colt (Love), and the others laugh this off as a simple ghost story but, for the locals, it’s all-too- true and they’re very guarded about keeping Johnny subdued and hidden away.

Follow Johnny as he rises from the grave to hack and slash his way to his missing locket.

Once he awakens, Johnny begins his search and wanders seemingly aimlessly through the thick, oppressive woods and wilderness. Mute and acting purely on instinct and rage, he plods incessantly through brambles and thickets, shrugging past all obstacles and rarely being distracted. However, it seems he has no true idea of where the culprits are and is acting purely on instinct. He’s driven to head towards the nearest sounds, slaughtering a local and clutching desperately at anything that remotely resembles his lost locket, experiencing memories of his father and his past in the process. Although we follow close behind him, the other characters are not so attentive and Johnny easily slips past them, stalks them, and enters their property, largely because no one expects an undead killer to be wandering the woods and they’re usually distracted by petty disagreements or dope. Vague memories seemingly drive Johnny to seek out the local ranger station, where he acquires an old firefighter mask to hide his gruesome visage, an axe, and a particularly ghastly set of dragging hooks to skewer and mangle his victims. Unlike Jason Voorhees (Various), who exhibited various supernatural abilities thanks to sloppy editing, we always see exactly where Johnny’s going, how he gets there, and what he does with his victims. He tends to drag their bodies away or casually dispose of them and is as captivated by various woodcutting implements as he is by key chains, showcasing a child’s mindset alongside his seething bloodlust. Never moving faster than a brisk stride, Johnny nevertheless exhibits superhuman strength and endurance, easily shrugging off gun shots, breaking bones, and nailing his victims with pinpoint accuracy. Johnny searches each victim for the locket and moves on to the next when he comes up short, though we’re later told by a local ranger (Presley) that simply returning the locket isn’t enough to stop Johnny’s rampage and he instead needs to be subdued and buried under the fire tower, a seemingly impossible feat.

The victims get even less characterisation than normal since the film isn’t about them.

Although we end up with a “Final Girl” in Kris, we don’t learn too much about her or her friends except that they’re comfortable enough to banter about their dicks, tease each other about their lusts, and that there’s some sexual tension here and there. Ehren is the first to die when he goes for a smoke (or a shit, or to go try his luck with some gas station girls) but, beyond his foreknowledge of Johnny’s legend, we mainly learn that he’s potentially horny. Similarly, Aurora (Creaghan) initially stands out since she’s desperate to get a signal and enjoys a good selfie, but she gains a touch more characterisation when she flirts with Brodie (Lea Rose Sebastianis) and practises yoga. Brodie’s “thing” is swimming in the nearby lake (which is naturally a fatal pastime) and flirting with Aurora, while Colt and Troy (Leone) spend most of their time bickering. It’s a little hard to tell and the characters are difficult to distinguish since we mainly hear their conversations offscreen and only get a glimpse of their lives through Johnny’s peripheral senses. By the time the survivors realise their friends are dead, there’s little to no emotional connection to their plight. Colt and Kris plan to lure Johnny into an ambush, one assumed to involve setting him ablaze, but there’s little reason to be invested since we barely know them and Johnny offs them so brutally. In a Violent Nature thus takes the notion of cheering the killer over the hapless victims to the nth level, devoting basically it’s entire runtime to this enraged zombie’s pursuit and making us invest our time and energy into him and his quest rather than his victims. Thus, his victims are depicted similar to how slasher killers are seen in classic horror: on the periphery, with little insight into the character or motivations. It’s an interesting contrast and one that lands fairly well until the finale, where we’re robbed of a climactic showdown and the film is left to fizzle out as we suddenly shift to following the traumatised and wounded Kris as she’s rescued by a passing motorist (Lauren-Marie Taylor).

The Nitty-Gritty:
In a Violent Nature is a very methodical film. Since we’re following Johnny most of the time, the film has a very slow and deliberate pace. Normally, slasher killers stride through the environment to build dramatic tension or magically appear for a jump scare. It’s rare that these films show us what the killer is up to between these moments, but In a Violent Nature depicts it in painstaking detail. Johnny walks. A lot. From the moment he digs himself from his grave, he walks and barely stops except to watch his victims, choose a weapon, or distract himself with a toy. He walks, and walks, and walks some more, covering vast distances with a determined stride, all to ambient noise. There is no soundtrack, no sudden strings or memorable score. There’s a touch of digetic music but otherwise we’re left with the sounds of crickets, Johnny’s heavy footsteps, and general woodland noises. It’s creepy and gritty and grounded in a way most horror audiences probably aren’t used to provides a stark, naked isolation to the events. However, it does get somewhat tedious after a while. Occasionally, jump cuts advance Johnny’s progress across or change day to night, a technique I feel could’ve been employed more to cut down the repetition. After a while of following Johnny, I think we get the point and the over-the-shoulder perspective wears out its welcome, especially as I feel the filmmakers missed the opportunity to do more with Johnny in these moments. Like, maybe he grows dormant and shuts down at times, or maybe he has more memories unlocked during his jaunt, or we could see him stalking his victims more elaborately. Just…something to break things up a bit.

While some kills are brutally memorable, the film doesn’t have enough to balance the slower moments.

Like any decent slasher, In a Violent Nature features a fair few kills ranging from brutally creative to sadly disappointing. Johnny’s first kill is offscreen; all we’re shown is his hand slowly reaching for his victim’s face before it cuts to that same hand dripping in blood, the local’s cap drenched in blood splatter. I didn’t mind this as it’s very creepy to imagine what Johnny did to the guy’s face, but I also think the film would’ve been better served by showing us the true, gory end this guy met if only to counterbalance the slower, more methodical moments. Similarly, Brodie is simply offed by Johnny grabbing her when she’s swimming. We see this entirely from an outsider’s perspective, meaning she disappears into the lake with a yelp, surfaces once, and then floats to the surface, dead. It’s a stark and sudden affair somewhat at odds with the film’s main hook, which is following Johnny’s every action. Compare it to Ehren’s death, where we follow Johnny as he arms himself with a drawknife, stalks him in the dark, and comes up behind him when he’s smoking by a tree. The resultant face-splitting death is made more gruesome by Ehren’s struggles and the sickening depiction of his severed head, and by Johnny dragging his body around and using it to smash his way to his mask and hooks. Johnny uses his hooks for a shocking and delightful kill when he surprises Aurora, shoves his fist through her stomach, and yanks her head through the hole! When he attacks Troy and Trevor, he makes a mockery of their attempt to limp to safety with his precision axe throwing and then delivers a spectacular head smash with a rock. Although the ranger seemingly offers Kris and Colt hope, his past experiences with Johnny mean nothing when he’s easily disarmed and paralysed. Johnny then systematically drags the ranger into a nearby cabin, demonstrates the cutting power of a log splitter, and then severs his would-be-nemesis’s arm (a disappointingly weak effect since it’s obviously a fake limb). He then hauls the ranger’s body into the log splitter’s path to cut his head off, which was a bit disappointing as I was hoping the guy would be split crotch to head and the ranger was paralysed so he’s not even screaming, making for a surprisingly weak kills despite its elaborate nature.

Rather than a climactic showdown, the film ends with a limp allegory on the nature of survival.

Johnny’s search for his stolen locket takes him all over the wilderness. He kills anyone in his way and searches for it each time, only to come up short and move on to the next victim, with the locket eventually making its way around Kris’s neck. We never see this, but the ranger reacts with anger when he spots it when she and Colt go for help upon discovering their friends’ dead bodies and narrowly escaping Johnny’s wrath. The ranger offers a bit more exposition about Johnny and his previous encounter with him but, thanks to Colt being so useless he can’t even chain the temporarily subdued killer’s limbs, the ranger’s left at Johnny’s mercy. After dispatching his foe, Johnny pursues the last two survivors into the dark woods where we hear Kris and Colt whimpering and whispering, desperately trying to come up with a plan. Colt’s plan to distract Johnny so Kris can set up a trap ends horrifically badly when the lad gets his head caved in with an axe. Witnessing Johnny repeatedly bludgeon her lover’s head leaves Kris in a traumatised stupor and she abandons the plan, leaving the locket behind and slipping away. She’s then picked up by a passing motorist and left little more than a vegetable as her saviour bizarrely details her brother’s encounter with a bear in an attempt to calm Kris’s nerves. Injured from her experience, Kris flies into a panic when the driver stops to tend to her wound, anxiously expecting Johnny to burst from the woods. However, in a subversion of the usual jump scare that punctuates such slasher films, this doesn’t happen. Instead, we get one last slow camera shot showing that the locket is gone, presumably retrieved by Johnny, though his fate is left ambiguous. This was such a surreal deconstruction of the slasher’s usual climactic and bloody ending. Instead of a dramatic showdown with the killer, we get a prolonged anecdote about a bear that I guess is supposed to be an allegory for trauma but instead grinds the film to a halt and ends In a Violent Nature on a perplexingly limp note.

The Summary:
I’d seen a lot of hype surrounding In a Violent Nature. Trailers, reviews, and social media posts lauded the film as a brilliant deconstruction of the slasher genre, a unique twist on a tried-and-tested formula that changed how these films are presented. For the most part, that is certainly true. The decision to follow the mute, hulking, zombie-like killer is an inspired one and definitely helps it to stand out against other films of its genre. The nature documentary slant is an intriguing decision and it’s interesting following Johnny as he wanders about, easily slipping past unsuspecting victims and brutalising them with little effort. Unfortunately, the film can be a bit of a slog. Not only is the setting uninspired (the masked killer in the woods has been done to death) but the lack of visual variety may put some horror fans and casual audiences off. It’s fine to show the ludicrousness of these killers just walking everywhere but I would’ve liked to see more insight into Johnny, maybe show him setting traps or doing something more interesting with his victims’ bodies than hauling them around. Similarly, while no one watches these films for the protagonists, In a Violent Nature definitely suffers from not allowing us to emotionally connect with Johnny’s victims. It’s hard to care when he kills them and, indeed, the film seems to suggest that we shouldn’t since it’s turning the tables and painting the victims as unknowable, even evil forces (they did steal from Johnny, after all). If these slower moments had been bolstered by some truly memorable, outrageous, and gruesome kills then I think the pacing would’ve benefitted. Instead, we get a couple of decent kills but that’s all. Johnny has an instantly iconic look, a suitably tragic and relatable backstory, and suitable motivation for his kills but any goodwill is swept away for an overly subversive ending that causes the film to fall flat on its face. I get what In a Violent Nature was going for in subverting expectations and putting a new spin on a clichéd genre and, for the most part, it works but I can see the movie being a hard sell for more casual horror viewers. Hell, even long-time horror fans like myself may find it a bittersweet pill to swallow since it denies a lot of the tried-and true elements of the genre in favour of trying to be cute and artsy with it, resulting in an entertaining but polarising final product.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Have you ever seen In a Violent Nature? Did you enjoy the unique perspective on the genre or did all the walking and slow pacing put you off? What did you think to Johnny, his look and backstory? Were you disappoint by the lack of characterisation given to his victims? Which kill was your favourite and would you like to see more from this world? Which slasher film is your favourite? Whatever you think about In a Violent Nature, leave your thoughts below and go check out my other horror content across the site!

Movie Night [00-Heaven]: Casino Royale (2006)

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October 5th is officially recognised as “Global James Bond Day” so I’m dedicating some time to revisiting some firsts in the long-running franchise.

Released: 16 November 2006
Director: Martin Campbell
Distributor: Sony Pictures Releasing
Budget: $102 to 150 million
Stars: Daniel Craig, Eva Green, Mads Mikkelsen, Jeffrey Wright, Giancarlo Giannini, and Judi Dench

The Plot:
Newly promoted 00 agent James Bond/007 (Craig) must set his ego aside to play poker against Le Chiffre (Mikkelsen), a terrorist banker desperate to recoup his losses, only to find his loyalties strained when he falls for no-nonsense British Treasury agent Vesper Lynd (Green).

The Background:
Although Sean Connery’s immortal and iconic performance brought the super spy franchise to life, James Bond was the brainchild of writer Ian Fleming and heavily inspired by his years as a Navy intelligence officer. Bond first appeared in the 1953 novel Casino Royale, which was initially adapted into a one-hour CBS television adaptation, a 1958 South African radio drama, a 1957 comic strip, and finally a bizarre 1967 comedy. Fleming selling the rights to all his Bond novels except Casino Royale (and, most infamously, 1961’s Thunderball) led to years of rights disputes, which wouldn’t be resolved until 1999. Writers Neal Purvis and Robert Wade initially hoped to return Bond to his roots through popular Bond actor Pierce Brosnan, feeling the franchise had gotten too fantastical. However, when negotiations broke down, director Martin Campbell returned to helm a reboot, bringing writer Paul Haggis to retool the script accordingly. Clearly inspired by The Bourne Identity (Liman, 2002), the filmmakers sought to make a grounded, gritty spy thriller and considered numerous actors to take over the role before settling on Daniel Craig, which caused some ridiculous controversy at the time and Craig later came to despise the role. Despite being a reboot, Judi Dench returned as “M” to help with the transition and the film purposely subverted many expectations of the franchise. Although some criticised the poker scenes, the opening parkour sequence was widely praised and Casino Royale’s spectacular car crash stunt broke records at the time. Grossing nearly $620 million, Casino Royale was both a massive hit and the highest-grossing Bond film for a time. Critics lauded Bond’s reinvention, Craig’s rugged performance, and the new insights into Bond’s character and background. Widely regarded as one of the best Bond movies, Casino Royale successfully reinvented the character and reinvigorated the franchise, and led to four more, largely praised outings for Craig’s Bond.

The Review:
For the first time in Bond’s mainstream film career, Casino Royale starts the character from the beginning, presenting a black and white pre-title sequence where Bond earns his promotion to 00 status by claiming his necessary first two kills. While the first is an ugly affair that leaves Bond shaken, his execution of corrupt MI6 Section Chief Dryden (Malcolm Sinclair) is a far more dispassionate act, though both set the tone for Craig’s gritty, far less refined version of the character. Bond is noticeably rougher around the edge compared to his veteran predecessors, with even M lamenting his reckless ways and outrageous ego. Bond has little regard for protocol, breaking into M’s private home and even logging into MI6 systems using her credentials, dumbfounding and frustrating M. Seen as a “blunt instrument” who needs to consider the “big picture” rather than executing small-time bombers like nimble Mollaka (Sébastien Foucan), Bond immediately risks punishment for his insolence and struggles to reconcile with M’s orders that he set aside his ego and act for the greater good. Having been raised as an orphan at the grace of someone else’s charity, Bond carries a large chip on his shoulder, giving him an air of conceited arrogance that quickly turns to blind rage when he doesn’t get his way or is outdone at poker or in a fight. Yet, paradoxically, Bond has a rugged charm; he always says, “thank you”, rises when greeting or saying farewell to people, and easily appeals to women with his piercing blue eyes, self-confidence, chiselled physique, and wry smile. Naturally, Bond’s pursuit of women is purely for a sexual thrill or to get intel on his targets, but he also only pursues married women to “keep things simple”, though he also adopts a stoic demeanour concerning their fates.

Young, gritty Bond must set aside his ego to safeguard the greater good through a poker game.

There’s certainly no questioning Bond’s commitment. He leaps into action, literally charging through walls and chasing his targets by any means necessary, though his methods are often questionable. After recovering Mollaka’s cell phone and tracing a mysterious text (“ELLIPSIS”), Bond discovers another would-be terrorist (Claudio Santamaria) targeting a prototype aircraft, working on hunches and intuition to prevent catastrophe and consequently driving Le Chiffre to desperation. Though annoyed when M fits him with a tracking implant, Bond’s sure of his chances at besting the banker at the titular casino. We get a taste of Bond’s card skills early on when he humiliates Alex Dimitrios (Simon Abkarian), winning his Aston Martin and seducing his wife (Caterina Murino), and giving an overview of the game to a sceptical Vesper while travelling to Montenegro. While poker has always been in Bond movies, it’s at the forefront here and shot like a tense game of cat and mouse as Bond tosses his chips, reveals his hand, and glares at Le Chiffre, daring him to test his luck. Admittedly, I have very little understanding of the game, but these scenes have always been a highlight for me. Bond focuses on Le Chiffre, sacrificing his winnings to learn the banker’s “tell” and frustrating Vesper with his arrogance. Bond clearly knows what he’s doing, but he lets his ego to get the better of him and ends up wiped out. When Vesper angrily refuses to stake his buy-in, Bond prepares to go against M’s strict orders to bring Le Chiffre in alive, but is stopped by Felix Leiter (Wright) of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). Leiter agrees to fund him in return for Le Chiffre since Felix is struggled to hold his own in the game.

Though sceptical of the plan and clearly hiding something, Vesper soon succumbs to Bond’s allure.

M’s exasperation and scepticism of Bond are echoed by Vesper, a stunning and forthright Treasury Agent who’s unconvinced by the plan to bankrupt Le Chiffre. Bond shares with her some of the analytics and mathematics involved in the game, but primarily emphasises that it’s about reading people, quickly surmising that Vesper’s an orphan with a prickly demeanour who’s struggling to get over a lost love. Unimpressed, Vesper showcases her own insight into Bond’s character, proving herself his intellectual equal and further one-upping him by providing a tailored dinner jacket so he can look like the man he’s only pretending to be. Though Vesper sees Bond’s ego as a liability, she’s instrumental in saving his life after Le Chiffre poisons him and Bond, who enjoys their rapport as much as Vesper is irritated by his arrogance, comforts her after she witnesses him brutally throttle Steven Obanno (Isaach de Bankolé). After Vesper is captured following Le Chiffre’s loss and Bond endures unimaginable torture to protect her, Vesper’s opinion of Bond cools as much as his stoic armour is stripped, leading Bond to resign and pursue a passionate romance with Vesper to save himself from a violent and cruel lifestyle. Despite the horrendous damage to his nether regions, Bond miraculously recovers and whisks Vesper to Venice after being won over by her fortitude and beauty. Unfortunately for Bond, his uncanny ability to read people is blinded by Vesper and he’s caught completely off-guard when she betrays him and takes the money, handing it to one-eyed Adolph Gettler (Richard Sammel) of the mysterious “Organisation” behind Le Chiffre. Indeed, while Bond quickly accuses René Mathis (Giannini), his otherwise indispensable Montenegro contact, of betraying him to Le Chiffre, Bond misinterprets Vesper’s cagey nature as grief or heartbreak and doesn’t realise she’s been compromised until it’s too late.

Cruel banker Le Chiffre desperately puts his poker skills to the test to recoup his losses.

A cold, calculating mathematician, Le Chiffre is a highly skilled poker player who takes funds entrusted to him by unscrupulous individuals like Obanno and “invests” it to fund wars, rebellions, and terrorism for the Organisation. Le Chiffre bets against the stock market and plans to double-down by destroying a prototype aircraft, only to lose everything thanks to Bond’s interference and, in desperation, use the high stakes poker game to recoup his losses. A grim individual who cares little for his lover (Ivana Miličević), uses an inhaler, and occasionally weeps blood from his messed-up eye, Le Chiffre is anxious to play and delights in taunting Bond with bluffs and fake tells and information from Mathis. Despite Le Chiffre’s best efforts, Bond keeps coming back and even Bond killing Obanno only increases Le Chiffre’s desperation, forcing him to kidnap Vesper and lure Bond into a trap. Le Chiffre threatens to kill Vesper and rob Bond of his manhood unless he gets the winnings, fully aware that MI6 will offer him sanctuary since they want what he knows, only to be summarily executed for his failures by the mysterious Mister White (Jesper Christensen). Mr. White’s shady Organisation is merely hinted at in Casino Royale but cast a shadow over the film as Le Chiffre is such an enigmatic and cruel-hearted character that I really feel his loss after he’s killed. From there, though, the film discusses the nature of trust as Bond order Mathis to be interrogated and then reels when Vesper betrays him. However, I think it might’ve been better to keep Le Chiffre alive for the finale and have Bond shoot him through the eye with a nail gun rather than Gettler as it would’ve been equally fitting considering the banker’s dodgy eye.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Casino Royale presents a very different Bond, one far younger and less refined than we’re used to. Said to be ex-Special Air Service (SAS) and orphan, Bond is a somewhat reckless and disobedient recruit for MI6, who barges in with a distinct lack of finesse and delights in rubbing people the wrong way. His charm is based on his rugged good looks and arrogant swagger, which have little affect on M and are largely deflected by Vesper, who both push for him to be more professional and emotionally detached regarding his work. Ironically, Bond is very emotionally detached in his relationships, preferring to use and dispose of people on a whim and even turning on his close allies when he senses they’re not to be trusted. Reboots were seeing a resurgence at this time and I remember people stupidly thinking Casino Royale was a prequel to Dr. No (Young, 1962) despite it clearly being set in the modern day and featuring a very different Bond. Judi Dench’s presence doesn’t help, to be fair, though M is quite different to before, taking a firmer and more demanding approach with Bond, whom she disciplines like an unruly child. Casino Royale also subverts many of the Bond tropes, incorporating the opening gun barrel sequence into the narrative, having him not “give a damn” about his Martini, recontextualising how he acquired his Aston Martin, and saving the “Bond… James Bond” for the final shot. Most crucially, for me, is the inclusion of easily the best Bond theme ever, “You Know My Name”, a rocking earworm from the late, great Chris Cornell that’s sampled throughout the film alongside more traditional Bond motifs as he slowly develops into something more recognisably Bond.

A gritty, realistic makeover results in some of the most brutal and thrilling action sequences of the series.

Considering how over the top Bond’s adventures had become at the time, it was both startling and refreshing to see Casino Royale ape The Bourne Identity and present a grounded, far grittier Bond and his action sequences. Craig’s Bond is a messy brawler who roughly tussles with his foes, landing hard, crippling blows and absorbing more damage than any of his predecessors. Bond is generally battered and bloody after every scrap and both traumatised by the violence and relishes it, assuming a stoic demeanour whenever he kills. As if the opening bathroom brawl wasn’t enough, Casino Royale delivers one of the most memorable sequences of the franchise a Bond relentlessly chases Mollaka through a Madagascan construction site. While Mollaka deftly parkours about, Bond barges through walls, steals vehicles, and takes any shortcuts he can to nail his man, earning M’s ire for his short-sighted, brutish approach. Vesper is left traumatised after witnessing Bond fright machete-wielding Obanno, which sees Bond tumble down stairs and choke the life about of his foe. Of course, we get some high-octane chase sequences too, like Bond’s mad dash through a Miami airport to intercept Le Chiffre’s bomber, which sees cars being blasted away by a passing aircraft, and his desperate pursuit of Vesper, which ends with his car careening over. The finale sees Bond fighting through a sinking building in Venice, gunning down Gettler’s goons and worsening the situation to throw his enemies off-balance. Indeed, while he’s not as suave as his predecessors, Bond is still impressively adaptable and uses his environment wherever possible since his ego won’t allow him to lose. Since “Q” (Ben Whishaw) wouldn’t be introduced for some time and Casino Royale takes a very realistic and back-to-basics approach, Bond doesn’t have many fancy gadgets beyond simple stuff like a defibrillator and earpieces, though he is still packing his signature Walther PPK.

Devastated by Vesper’s betrayal and death, Bond takes solace in his grim-faced demeanour,

Despite almost dying, Bond outplays Le Chiffre and wins the poker game, forcing Le Chiffre to kidnap Vesper and brutally torture Bond, only for Mr. White to execute him for the Organisation. After recovering, Bond tries for a normal life with Vesper and takes a passionate getaway to Venice. However, Bond is disturbed when M asks about the winnings and he finds the funds are being withdrawn from a nearby bank. Realising he’s been duped, Bond tails Vesper to a secret meeting where she hands the cash to Gettler. Blinded by betrayal, Bond is easily spotted and a spectacular firefight ensues that sees an abandoned Venetian building crumble and sink into the Grand Canal during the chaos. Naturally, Bond triumphs in his fight to Vesper, offing Gettler with a nail gun, only to find she’s locked herself in an elevator cage and refuses to be rescued. When she plummets into the water, a desperate Bond follows, hammering and clawing at the door to reach her, only for Vesper to drown before his eyes. Though Bond tries to resuscitate her, it’s a futile effort and he’s left visible distraught by her seemingly senseless death. In the aftermath, Bond rescinds his resignation and dispassionately dismisses Vesper’s death and importance to him, only to learn from M that Vesper was being blackmailed by the Organisation to keep her lover safe and that she made a deal to spare Bond despite knowing it would probably lead to her death. Although his heart is already hardening and his stoic demeanour is already rebuilding, Bond finds Vesper left details of Mr. White’s location and promptly visits to his opulent estate, wounding him with an unnecessarily large rifle and apprehending him…

The Summary:
While I was a huge fan of Pierce Brosnan’s Bond and disappointed to see him replaced at the time, I was beyond excited for Casino Royale and loved it back in the day. The film was a superb shot in the arm for the franchise and finally did away with the cartoonish outlandishness that had dogged much of the series, presenting a gritty, rugged Bond set very much in the present day and a realistic world. Craig’s Bond is also one of the more accurate to the source material, being somewhat cruel and cold-hearted at times and a stone-cold killer when he needs to be while still being polite and enjoying the finer things in life. I loved that Bond was so vulnerable here, emotionally and physically. His reaction to killing, the bloody aftermath of his fights, and the sheer look of confusion, anger, and despair on his face when he loses are all very raw and palpable and go a long way to show why Bond is the way he is in future movies. Casino Royale’s action sequences remain some of the best in the franchise and I really enjoyed seeing Bond barge his way through situations with little to no finesse, saving his more subtle actions for the surprisingly engaging poker sequences. I also liked Le Chiffre, who was motivated by fear and desperation and stole every scene so effectively that I was dismayed when he was killed. The romance between Bond and Vesper is also very engaging as she’s very much his equal and not someone who suffers fools gladly, yet she can’t deny her attraction and admiration for Bond, despite how pig-headed he can be. I do wish the film had committed to the do-over and replaced Judi Dench as this still seems like a strange choice for a reboot, but I did like how this M had no time for Bond’s recklessness and constantly disciplined him. Nostalgia is a beautiful thing but Casino Royale is still one of my favourite Bond movies, and my favourite of Craig’s tenure, for its messy fight sequences, thrilling action set pieces, intense cat-and-mouse poker scenes, and the engaging exploration of how Bond was moulded into MI6’s top field agent through his trauma and experiences.

My Rating:

Rating: 5 out of 5.

Fantastic

Are you a fan of Casino Royale? Were you disappointed to see Pierce Brosnan replaced at the time or were you excited for a back-to-basics approach? Did you enjoy Daniel Craig’s more brutish, rugged portrayal of the character? Were you able to follow the poker scenes and, if so, did you enjoy them? Is Le Chiffre one of your favourite Bond villains and do you agree his death should’ve been moved to the finale? What did you think to the romance and rapport between Bond and Vesper? Which of Ian Fleming’s books would you like to see adapted into a Bond movie? How are you celebrating 007 this month? Share your thoughts on Casino Royale in the comments, check out my other Bond reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi to help support more 007 content.

Movie Night: Hollow Man: Director’s Cut

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Released: 25 December 2009
Originally Released: 4 August 2000
Director: Paul Verhoeven
Distributor: Sony Pictures Releasing
Budget: $95 million
Stars: Kevin Bacon, Elisabeth Shue, Josh Brolin, Kim Dickens, and William Devane

The Plot:
When ambitious scientist Doctor Sebastian Caine (Bacon) arrogantly subjects himself to his invisibility serum, his team is horrified when he descends into madness after going drunk with power.

The Background:
By 1897, British author Herbert George Wells had established himself as a prolific author in the science-fiction genre. Possibly inspired by W. S. Gilbert, Wells’ 1897 literary classic The Invisible Man captivated readers with its cautionary tale and then impressed audiences when adapted into James Whale’s ambitious and celebrated 1933 classic. Followed by a bunch of pseudo-sequels and spin-offs, The Invisible Man developed an enduring legacy in sci-fi and horror and eventually lived again, in spirit at least, when acclaimed auteur Paul Verhoeven sought to make a more “conventionally commercial” blockbuster. Writer William Goldman disliked the script but attempted to salvage it with rewrites, only for Verhoeven to ignore his input and double-down on the special effects work. Sony Pictures Imageworks and Tippett Studio developed the intricate invisibility effects, which involved compositing scenes with and without star Kevin Bacon and dressing him in a latex body suit to create a digital double. Initially absent once his character became invisible, Bacon was brought back for reshoots to give the characters someone to interact with and the actor detailed a troublesome pre-production period. With a box office gross of $190.2 million, Hollow Man was Verhoeven’s biggest hit since 1992 but was met with largely negative reviews that criticised its formulaic characters and misogynistic undertones, though the visual effects were widely praised. Accompanied by this Director’s Cut, which added about ten minutes of slightly extended scenes, and followed by a critically panned direct-to-DVD standalone sequel in 2006, Hollow Man saw the remorseful Paul Verhoeven retreat from Hollywood, though it’s often regarded as an under-rated gem.

The Review:
Hollow Man follows a team of scientists, technicians, and other assorted specialists developing an invisibility serum. Genius narcissist Sebastian Caine is at the forefront of the project, which was entrusted to him by his old mentor, Doctor Howard Kramer (Devane), and his team includes his ex-girlfriend, Linda McKay (Shue), and his frenemy Doctor Matthew “Matt” Kensington (Brolin). The team has already cracked invisibility, producing a startling neon blue serum that undergoes some vague irradiation process and is injected directly into the blood stream. The team have tested the serum on multiple test animals, cared for by feisty veterinarian Doctor Sarah Kennedy (Dickens), though they cannot reverse the process. While Linda and Matt embark on a love affair, Sebastian works tirelessly on the problem until he suddenly intuits the solution. Giddy with excitement, eager to claim a Noble Prize and etch his name in history, Sebastian insists on testing the formula on Isabelle (Tom Woodruff Jr.). Although the gorilla’s heart rate and blood pressure spikes wildly, the team stabilises her and she becomes visible. Emboldened by their success, Sebastian attempts to rekindle his romance with Linda, only for her to coldly shut him down due to his narcissism (though it’s clear she admires him, as do the rest of the team).

Narcissistic scientist Sebastian loses what little sanity he had to invisibility madness.

However, Linda and Matt are infuriated when Sebastian lies to the Pentagon, arrogantly wishing to be the first person to turn invisible and back. Despite their protests, Linda and Matt agree to Sebastian’s proposal and lie to the others to get them onboard, each eager to be at the forefront of the experiment. Though tense and demanding, Sebastian insists on injecting himself to protect Linda from legal repercussions and endures agonising convulsions as he slowly and painfully dissolves. Though he’s extremely sensitive to lights, Sebastian and the others are elated by the successful trial, and they endure his playful invisible antics. The first red flags occur when Sarah is unnerved by his presence, believing he sexually assaulted her, and technician Janice Walton (Mary Randle) refuses to go anywhere without her infrared goggles. Thus, they’re horrified when he reacts violently to the reversion serum before fading away again (potentially because they didn’t use the defibrillator). Sebastian’s initial excitement about being invisible quickly turns to anger and resentment as he endures days of testing, with no solution in sight, angrily lashing out at Linda and Matt when they try to help him and struggling with cabin fever. On the plus side, the team forge a latex mask to give him a physical presence, but Sebastian still storms out, much to the alarm of friendly but naïve medic Carter Abbey (Greg Grunberg).

Sebastian’s warped mind is further twisted, driving him to paranoia, anger, and murder.

Returning to his apartment, Sebastian tries to talk himself out of messing with his alluring neighbour (Rhona Mitra) before stripping down and raping her. Obviously, he keeps this to himself (though he makes allusions to Carter, who obliviously encourages him), but the team is pissed at him breaking protocol and essentially place him under house lab arrest. However, while Sebastian feigns compliance, he surreptitiously fiddles with the video camera to fool technician Frank Chase (Joey Slotnick) and sneaks out again, discovering Matt and Linda’s romance and finally snapping. His ego wounded and angrily resentful at the team, Sebastian brutally murders one of Sarah’s dogs and talks down to the others, raising their suspicions further. Linda’s sympathy evaporates when Sebastian showcases the extent of his mania, considering his condition as a “gift” that they’re jealous and fearful of. When they discover that Sebastian’s messed with the cameras, Linda and Matt come clean, enraging Sarah and driving them to ask Dr. Kramer for help, even if it means the end of their careers. Unimpressed and incensed, Dr. Kramer dismisses them and prepares to report Sebastian, only for the manic scientist to drown him in his pool. Thus, like basically every invisible man, Sebastian descends into full-blown madness. Sebastian was already an arrogant, self-absorbed asshole before he turned invisible, believing himself “God” but cabin fever and unforeseen side effects of the serum escalated his violent tendencies. Sebastian relishes the power and freedom of invisibility (“It’s amazing what you can do when you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror”) and is willing to kill anyone who tries to stop him.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Technically speaking, Hollow Man isn’t a remake of The Invisible Man and barely resembles H.G. Well’s classic text beyond surface level similarities. However, a scientist going mad partially from an invisibility serum and going on a killing spree are all reminiscent of The Invisible Man. Like Griffin, Sebastian is wholly unlikeable from the start. Sure, there are moments of humility and humanity, mainly in his interactions with Linda, but it’s clear he only wants her because he can’t have her and wants to be seen as superior to her lover. Sebastian openly mocks Sarah and her love for animals, gets very handsy with his colleagues when invisible, and routinely berates Matt simply to prove his intellectual superiority, completely missing the irony and hypocrisy of him being as unable to crack reversion. Hollow Man is a very different film for director Paul Verhoeven. It has none of his usual satirical or visual signatures, no commentary on the media or government, and everything is presented in such a clinical and by-the-number way that it could’ve been directed by anyone. It doesn’t help that most of the film takes place in a visually boring laboratory or that it feels like Verhoeven was making a cookie-cutter sci-fi/horror simply for a pay cheque, compromising his usual signature style simply to appease studio executives and producers.

The impressive special effects largely carry this otherwise tedious horror/thriller.

Hollow Man makes up for this with its impressive visual effects. The CGI when Isabelle and Sebastian turn invisible or return (briefly, in Sebastian’s case) to visibility is extremely detailed. Sure, it makes no sense how any of the test subjects can see but that’s largely inconsequential when skeletal structures, arteries, muscle, and flesh appear or disappear before your eyes. Sebastian’s experience is noticeably more traumatic since he can articulate the pain of the process but also because it’s like his flesh is dissolving. With Isabelle, it’s the reverse and the filmmakers painstakingly show her organs and body structure reforming. While they’re occasionally cartoony, the CGI still holds up and I also enjoyed the simpler techniques used when Sebastian is invisible, like moving chairs and the others reacting to his unseen presence. Sebastian cuts an unsettling figure in his latex mask, with empty voids for his eyes and mouth, making him a true “Hollow Man” devoid of a body, soul, and eventually conscience. The invisibility effects can be somewhat inconsistent, however. When Sebastian attacks Dr. Kramer, you can clearly see Sebastian’s hair, eyes, and mouth but, other times, he appears to be bald or to have no eyes or mouth depending on what suit Kevin Bacon is wearing. While this can be distracting, the sight of Sebastian cutting through water, covered in blood, or strangling Carter from an overhead pipe is as unnerving as his incredible physical strength, which is apparently augmented by his insanity. Verhoeven’s signature gory style finally appears in the finale, where blood spurts from Carter’s neck wound, Frank takes a pole through the abdomen, and Matt suffers a sickening blow to the gut.

Linda preys upon Sebastian’s ego and lusts to get the better of him and finally end his rampage.

After killing Dr. Kramer, Sebastian prepares to erase all traces of the team and the experiment. Thus, he traps the team in the lab and picks them off one by one. Though armed with their infrared goggles and tranquilizer darts, and utilising a tracking system, the team are essentially powerless against Sebastian, who easily subdues and kills them before grievously wounding Matt and spitefully locking him and Linda in a freezer. Confident of his victory, Sebastian casually applies a semi-convincing false face and rigs a makeshift bomb with some chemicals and a centrifuge. He underestimates Matt’s tenacity (some duct tape takes care of his internal bleeding) and Linda’s adaptability as she cobbles together an electromagnetic to escape the freezer. Moments away from freedom, Sebastian is surprised by Linda, who attacks with a flamethrower, melting his disguise and making him temporarily visible from the burns. Matt makes a miraculous recovery to help in the scuffle, which sees Sebastian being electrocuted and partially restores him. Desperately clambering up the elevator shaft as Sebastian’s bomb explodes, Matt and Linda barely avoid being smushed by the elevator and are attacked by the relentless Sebastian, now reduced to a skinless, raging maniac obsessed with taking them with him. However, Sebastian’s obsession with Linda gets the better of him and he pulls her in for one last kiss, “for old time’s sake”, giving her the perfect opportunity to brace herself and release the elevator’s emergency brake, sending the egomaniacal murderer plummeting to his fiery end. The film then ends rather abruptly with Linda and the injured Matt being met by emergency services, robbing us of any kind of stinger relating to Linda’s trauma following the events.

The Summary:
I’ve always been a fan of Hollow Man, though sometimes I wonder why. The film is quite long, which doesn’t help, and the visually repetitive setting only exacerbates this issue. Perhaps if the lab had been a bit more futuristic, or if different areas had different colour schemes or themes, that might’ve helped but, as is, it gets very tedious looking at the same clinical, drab locations the entire time. The characters aren’t all that great, either. Sebastian’s a narcissistic prick with a superiority complex who elicits little sympathy and who’s already unbearable before he loses himself to invisibility madness. Elizabeth Shue seems to be trying her best but also seems bored, only coming to life when Linda has to be horny, while Josh Brolin seems somewhat miscast, despite my gravitating to his more “Everyman” persona. I liked Sarah’s feistiness and how depraved Carter was, but the team were largely forgettable and boring, meaning I don’t care much when they die. Thankfully, their deaths are quite gory and/or harrowing, but Paul Verhoeven’s signature visual and thematic style is entirely absent here, making for a confusing film that was wasted on his unique talents. The special effects are what carries Hollow Man but, while they do a bulk of the heavy lifting and are impressive, they don’t really make up for the other tiresome aspects. Yet, I find myself drawn to Hollow Man and the impressive visuals of skeletons and circulatory systems fading in and out before our eyes in painstaking detail. The invisibility effects may well be the best I’ve ever seen and they do give Sebastian a horrific aura, especially as he’s so unpredictable and aggressive. Still, I can see why people dislike this film and struggle to recommend it, but Hollow Man remains a somewhat guilty pleasure for me.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Are you also a fan of Hollow Man? Did you enjoy its twist on the Invisible Man formula? How impressed were you by the digital effects and the depiction of invisibility? Did you find it hard to sympathise with Sebastian and the other characters? Were you disappointed that Paul Verhoeven’s signature style was entirely absent? Which incarnation of the Invisible Man is your favourite? How are you celebrating Halloween this year? Share your thoughts on Hollow Man in the comments, go read my other horror reviews, and support me on Ko-Fi to suggest other translucent horror content.

Movie Night: The Invisible Man (1933)

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Released: 13 November 1933
Director: James Whale
Distributor: Universal Pictures
Budget: $328,033
Stars: Claude Rains, Gloria Stuart, William Harrigan, Henry Travers, and Una O’Connor

The Plot:
After turning invisible with a special formula, Doctor Jack Griffin (Rains) first obsesses over a cure and then goes on a crazed rampage through a Sussex village.

The Background:
By 1897, prolific British author Herbert George Wells had quickly made a name for himself as a creative visionary and futurist, with The Time Machine (1895) laying the foundation for the science-fiction genre and The Island of Doctor Moreau (1896) inviting discourse regarding morals and ethics. Potentially inspired by W. S. Gilbert’s “The Perils of Invisibility” and allegedly starting as a short story Wells later expanded, The Invisible Man became a literary classic as a startling cautionary tale regarding the dangers of science. Development of a silver screen adaptation can be traced back to 1931 where, after their unexpected success with Dracula (Browning, 1931), Universal Studios suggested The Invisible Man as a follow-up. While producer Carl Laemmle and his son opted to prioritise Frankenstein (Whale, 1931) instead, they purchased the rights during filming (though Wells demanded script approval). Though James Whales was reluctant to direct out of fear of being typecast as a horror director, he eventually signed on and the script underwent many rewrites before shooting started. While Boris Karloff was initially set to star in the title role, stage actor Claude Rains took over for his feature film debut, where he shared the screen with some simple and innovative visual effects. Everything from simple wire tricks to layering negatives over each other sold the illusion of invisibility so well that they stood as a blueprint for modern-day green screen effects. Highly praised upon release and regarded as one of the best films of its era, The Invisible Man has stood the test of time for its ambitious visuals, stirring performances, and masterful exploration of the corruption of power. Followed by a handful of quasi-sequels and spin-offs, The Invisible Man has had an enduring legacy in sci-fi and horror, resulting in everything from under-rated sci-fi dramas, to big-budget remakes and reimaginings that were both underappreciated and evocative, to infamous comic book adaptations of his classic literary icon.

The Review:
I’m somewhat familiar with H. G. Wells’ classic sci-fi story of an invisible man terrorising a small English village, and have long been a fan of the concept and its adaptations and how they often depict an ambitious scientist meddling in things beyond him and turning to madness. The original invisible man (here given the first name “Jack”) is already a rude and demanding character when he first stumbles through the snow and into Iping looking for a room. His appearance startles the locals at the Lion’s Head since he’s covered in bandages. Despite his odd appearance and gruff nature, doting and bothersome landlady Jenny Hall (O’Connor) caters to his every whim. However, the nosey old shrew can’t help but bother Griffin, fussing over his room and catching a glimpse under his bandages, and spreading gossip to her husband, Herbert (Forrester Harvey), and the snooping locals, who believe he’s an escaped criminal. In reality, Griffin is an understudy of Doctor Cranley (Travers), who was allowed to conduct experiments in his spare time. To the suspicion of his colleague, Doctor Arthur Kemp (Harrigan), Griffin worked in secret against the open and honest code of most scientists. Indeed, Griffin’s beautiful fiancée and Dr. Cranley’s daughter, Flora (Stuart), notes that Griffin had become more withdrawn before his sudden disappearance and openly laments his departure, worrying herself sick about his health. Though Dr. Kemp uses Griffin’s actions to proposition her, he’s hilariously unsuccessful and his dislike of Griffin counters Flora’s romanticised opinion of him, strongly indicating that Griffin was previously an eccentric but nonetheless caring and compassionate man.

A mysterious and rude stranger upsets the locals of a small village with his gruesome visage.

Eager for fame and glory, Griffin experimented with the obscure drug “monocaine”, which drains colour from its surroundings. By distilling the substance and regularly injecting it under his skin, Griffin successfully turned himself invisible but fled from his laboratory and home to discover the way back to visibility in seclusion. When he reaches Iping, Griffin is irritable and quick to anger, eventually launching into a tirade after Jenny reprimands him for messing up her sitting room with his bizarre equipment. Insulted and enraged, Jenny orders Herbert to evict their guest, who desperately pleads with the landlord before angrily tossing Herbert down the stairs. The barflies fetch pompous and ludicrous Constable Jaffers (E. E. Clive), only to be amazed when Griffin dramatically reveals he’s completely invisible! While they’re shocked and powerless to catch Griffin, who half-throttles Jaffers and causes havoc in town, the unmasking and the frustration at his condition briefly unhinges Griffin’s usually ordered (if unstable) mind. Griffin delights in chaos before fleeing to Dr. Kemp, who’s stunned when Griffin calmly explains his maniacal plot for a mutually beneficial partnership so that Griffin can terrorise the world with his powers. Though hesitant, Dr. Kemp’s too terrified to resist Griffin’s demands and gives him shelter, helping him retrieve his notebooks, all while Griffin giggles about the mayhem and murder he plans to indulge to showcase his intellectual superiority. While Griffin claims to be “strong” and easily outwits the police as they mobilise to flush out the invisible man causing so much death and panic, he’s still very vulnerable as he must stay naked and out of rain, soot, and snow to remain undetected.

Despite attempts to humanise him, Griffin is largely depicted as an unhinged psychopath.

Griffin’s madness comes in waves, with him switching between reasonable (if callous) and enraged. When docile, he sees Dr. Kemp as his valued and trusted partner but, when angered, Griffin gleefully murders even his reluctant ally when Dr. Kemp calls in first Dr. Cranley and Flora and then the police. Griffin’s demeanour noticeably softens around Flora, but his madness returns when he realises Dr. Kemp has betrayed him. Griffin renews his killing spree, all thoughts of returning to visibility forgotten as he tosses men over ravines, shoves over baby carriages, and casually derails a train, killing over a hundred passengers! Regardless, Flora remains devoted to her man and near sick with worry, though Dr. Cranley’s powerless to do much but promise to help try Griffin once he’s apprehended. When the sceptical Police Chief (Holmes Herbert) is strangled to death for his ignorance, the Chief Detective (Dudley Digges) takes the threat very seriously. Unfortunately for him, his office is swamped with calls from “helpful” civilians offering outlandish solutions and all plans must be spoken privately, necessitating his men walk a giant net across his office! When Griffin vows to murder Dr. Kemp in retaliation, the Chief Detective uses the terrified doctor as bait to lure Griffin into an elaborate trap. However, despite his crazed state, Griffin easily evades the traps and follows Dr. Kemp, casually explaining how he’s going to kill him and then executing the plan, sending Dr. Kemp to a spectacularly fiery death! The invisible man’s rampage continues over several montages, with many policemen and volunteers joining the search and just as many terrified civilians barricading their doors, though Griffin constantly makes fools of them.

The Nitty-Gritty:
The Invisible Man has an edge over many classic Universal Monsters movies with its orchestral score. It also impresses with its surprising and startling body count, especially as the titular antagonist is simply one man running around in the nude. Griffin’s mood swings seemingly grant him augmented strength and he thinks nothing of murdering for his own amusement. As explicitly stated by Dr. Kemp and then reiterated in the finale, The Invisible Man is another cautionary tale of the dangers of dabbling in science. Griffin meddled in things he didn’t understand and, in his arrogance, blundered into his experiment without conducting proper research, essentially dooming himself to madness, debauchery, and ultimately death. The Invisible Man is reasonably close to the source material, recreating many aspects while bolstering Dr. Kemp’s role and altering both the title character and making his unfortunate more dramatic. The book spends more time in Iping, as I recall, while these scenes merely introduce the mystery of the bandaged stranger. Naturally, the concept of a person turning invisible and consequently losing their mind to the freedom and power originates here, with Griffin first toiling for cure and then revelling in his abilities. The process makes him unhinged and gives him an inflated sense of superiority, eventually bringing him ruin. However, Griffin seems perfectly happy to be the all-powerful, untouchable invisible man…except for having to always be naked.

Simple and pioneering filmmaking techniques alike are used to bring Griffin’s rampage to life.

Of course, the most startling way The Invisible Man stands out from its peers is its groundbreaking visual effects. Obviously, everything seen here was achieved practically using unique and clever solutions and they hold up ridiculously well. While it’s clear when a dummy has been used, you can sometimes spot wires, and there’s an odd translucent effect at times, I remain impressed and amazed by the innovation on show. There are scenes where Griffin is simply a talking shirt or has half his jaw missing that blend better than some modern-day CGI and I especially when he took and lit one of Dr. Kmep’s cigarettes with a match. Of course, many of the effects are incredibly simple, being basically actors talking to thin air or pretending to be throttled, but many sequences showcasing the invisible man’s actions were setup to avoid making things too easy. Like, when he escapes through the window, it would’ve been simpler to just show the window opening but, instead, we see the net curtain opening, an ornament set aside, and then the window opens. Other effects are simply achieved through wires, which works incredibly well and the black and white, grainy filter helps hide many of the tricks used. A fun model train and car also go down in flames during Griffin’s rampage to add a sense of danger and scale things. While later iterations relied more and more on CGI, I appreciated the simplicity and hard work that went into rendering Rains invisible. His reveal is an incredibly powerful scene where he angrily tosses his fake nose, glasses, and bandages at the gawping locals and flails like a madman, a far cry from his composed and demanding demeanour and the first true indication that Griffin is gone completely off his nut.

Griffin’s reign of terror is ultimately undone, returning his senses and flesh in time for his death.

While the Chief Detective works to apprehend the invisible man, apparently employing over 100,000 men in a widespread manhunt, he’s eluded at every turn. This is largely because Griffin easily slips past traps or patiently waits to act. While Flora renders him docile, Griffin embraces mayhem and death once the cops mobilise, never once trying to contact Flora. Initially, Griffin wants Dr. Kemp help him spread true chaos. Then, he plots to master the serum so he and Dr. Kemp can take turns indulging their destructive whims (though Dr. Kemp is aghast at this). Upon being discovered, however, Griffin simply runs amok until he burns himself out. Throughout the film, however, Griffin is seen to be exhausted and famished, constantly demanding food, rest, and a fire to warm his frozen, exposed flesh. Though he delights in killing Dr. Kemp, Griffin collapses, exhausted, in a farmer’s (Robert Brower) barn. Upon discovering the sleeping invisible man, the farmer raises the alarm, prompting the Chief Detective to capitalise on the latest snowstorm and flush Griffin out with fire. In desperation, Griffin flees into the snow, where his footprints clearly show, allowing the police to gun him down. Griffin finally reunites with Flora in the hospital where, despite the best efforts of those involved, he faces a quick and probably painful death from the bullets in his lungs. Despite this, there’s no blood and Griffin is coherent enough to make amends with Flora and realise the folly of his experiments. Griffin’s sanity is restored moments before he passes and he dramatically and ambitiously becomes visible, his wounds and death apparently flushing the serum and the madness from his system and leaving Flora distraught by his bedside.

The Summary:
Even now, The Invisible Man is my favourite of all the classic Universal Monsters movies. I think that’s because, from my perspective, the concept hasn’t been as worn out as other classic horror concepts, like Count Dracula or Frankenstein, and also because I find the film more visually impressive than many of its peers. Of course, it’s not perfect: Una O’Connor’s grating, shrieking, over-the-top performance is very obnoxious at the start and many of the later, one-note constables and supporting characters are strangely comical. There’s a fanciful nature to Griffin’s rampage, with many of his actions framed as pranks, but things nicely escalate as he first causes mischief and then amasses one of the greatest body counts of his era! While the film attempts to humanise Griffin through Flora and the descriptions of monocaine, he’s still a despicable and unstable character, being rude and demanding and then giving in to enraged outbursts when his experiments are constantly interrupted. We see little of Griffin’s more logical, compassionate side, instead seeing him flip-flop between being coldly ruthless and utterly off his rocker as he plots to cause chaos alongside Dr. Kemp. It’s a stirring, magnetic performance from Claude Rains, especially as he’s barely in the film and yet his presence is constantly felt. Of course, The Invisible Man really impresses with its ambitious and ground-breaking visual effects, pioneering practical filmic techniques that were further refined over time. I personally believe these sequences hold up extremely well, especially because of the black and white film stock, and have aged the most gracefully of all the Universal Monsters films of this era. The Invisible man also set the standard for the concept many would follow but few would as masterfully execute, and told a stirring cautionary tale about the dangers of science in a way that was at least somewhat scientifically plausible. Ultimately, while The Invisible Man is more shocking and at times amusing than scary like its peers, it’s an admirable product of its time that still makes an impression today and you’re truly missing out if you’ve slept on this classic piece of cinema.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Were you as impressed by The Invisible Man as I was? If you read the book, what did you think to the film’s execution of the concept? Did you like the attempts to humanise Griffin or do you prefer him as an unhinged maniac? What did you think to the visual effects used to render Claude Rains invisible and do you agree that they hold up today? Were you surprised by the large death toll? Which version of The Invisible Man, or Universal Monsters movie, is your favourite? How are you celebrating Halloween this year? Make your thoughts on The Invisible Man visible in the comments, go read my other horror reviews, and support me on Ko-Fi for more translucent horror content.

Movie Night: Blade: Trinity

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Released: 8 December 2004
Director: David S. Goyer
Distributor: New Line Cinema
Budget: $65 million
Stars: Wesley Snipes, Dominic Purcell, Jessica Biel, Ryan Reynolds, Parker Posey, and Triple H

The Plot:
After being exposed and vilified by a vampire ruse, half-human, half-vampire vampire hunter Blade (Snipes) reluctantly teams with the upstart “Nightstalkers” against the resurrected Count Dracula/Drake (Purcell).

The Background:
The brainchild of Marv Wolfman and Gene Colan, Eric Brooks/Blade (an obscure and culturally problematic vampire hunter) first appeared in The Tomb of Dracula decades before a radically different version essentially birthed the modern superhero genre. Following years of development and rewrites, Blade (Norrington, 1998) was a critical and commercial hit that was followed by a divisive (if profitable) sequel about three years later. Plans for a third film were made before Blade II (Del Toro, 2002) was released, with writer David S. Goyer tapped to pen the film and Oliver Hirschbiegel initially in talks to direct. When those plans fell apart, Goyer took the big job after receiving advice from previous Blade directors Stephen Norrington and Guillermo Del Toro. Ryan Reynolds signed on, with Goyer tentatively hoping for a spin-off for his wise-cracking character, though the shoot was reportedly tense when star Wesley Snipes fell out with Goyer, refusing to talk to him or even follow basic directions. Though co-star Patton Oswalt spoke negatively of the experience, Snipes later claimed these reports were over dramatised and an elaborate ruse. Although it grossed slightly more than the first film, Blade: Trinity was widely panned for being a nonsensical mess lacking the style and substance of its predecessors and for having one of the worst onscreen renditions of Dracula. Though plans for a crossover with the Underworld franchise (Various, 2003 to 2016), the character lived on in a short-lived TV show and Snipes even reprised the role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe ahead of a complete reboot.

The Review:
Things start out normal for everyone’s favourite dhampir as he knocks off vampires and operates out of a repurposed garage/warehouse much like in the first movie. Blade is oddly baffled when a victim shrugs off silver, despite claiming to have killed 1182 Familiars, and being easily fooled by fake fangs despite his heightened senses. This costs him when bystanders witness him killing a man in cold blood and Danica Talos (Parker Posey) releases the footage, painting Blade as a psychopathic murderer and exposing him to the Federal Bureau of Investigation (F.B.I.), specifically Agent Ray Cumberland (James Remar). While Blade’s mentor and father figure, Abraham Whistler (Kris Kristofferson) returns, he’s little more than a cameo who encourages Blade to rely on others and dramatically sacrifices himself holding off Cumberland’s strike team. The normally stoic dhampir is once again anguished by the loss, which further undermines his unnecessary return in Blade II. Much of Blade’s exchanges with Whistler set up his central character arc, namely his reluctance to rely on others or accept help (which is also a bit odd considering he worked with others, and even a vampire crack squad, before and Blade II painted him as a natural leader). Though Blade openly scoffs at the idea of having friends or relying on others, Drake’s threat forces him to fall in with the Nightstalkers, who Whistler secretly organised to aid him (despite them not appearing the last time Whistler died).

Devastated by Whistler’s loss, Blade reluctantly teams with a group of upstart vampire hunters.

The Nightstalkers are an eclectic bunch of young upstarts who immediately rub Blade the wrong way, with wise-cracking Hannibal King (Reynolds) particularly grating on Blade’s nerves due to his motor mouth. Despite Blade’s very aggressive and unapologetic scepticism, though, the Nightstalkers sport state of the art tech and weapons, such as Abigail “Abby” Whistler’s (Biel) ultraviolet bow and Sommerfield’s (Natasha Lyonne) “Daystar” pathogen to wipe out the vampire species (which is doubly impressive considering she’s blind). Abby and Hannibal join Blade as the titular “trinity”, leaving Blade stunned to learn that Whistler had a secret daughter. While we never learn how close she and her father were, it’s clear she’s as haunted by her past and driven by revenge like Whistler, who wanted to destroy all vampires for torturing and killing his family. While Blade reluctantly becomes a key figure in the Nightstalkers, he also becomes a mentor for Abby, teaching her to “use” her pain and anger at the death of her friends to better aid her in battle, though she impresses with her speed and deftness and her ability to fight while listening to music. Hannibal’s fast talking, smarmy attitude clashes with Blade’s reserved personality, leading to the dhampir all-but dismissing King despite him formally being Danica’s plaything. This gives him all the motivation for hating vampires and wanting to wipe them out, something Blade can definitely relate to, though he remains adamant that the Nightstalkers need an attitude adjustment and some proper, experienced leadership. Hannibal may be a shit-talker, but he’s both extremely cut and loyal, insulting sadistic brute Jarko Grimwood’s (Triple H) manhood and bravely defying Danica, but he’s terrified of being turned back into a vampire and forced to feed his loved ones.

Parker Posey drags every scene down with her atrocious line delivery and ham acting.

Blade: Trinity shows a new side to vampire society as Familiars wage a public relations war against Blade and control the local police, placing Blade in an unwinnable and desperate situation. Danica leads her brother, Asher (Callum Keith Rennie), and Jarko, in reviving Dracula in hopes of cementing their race’s dominance. In a film full of missteps and poor ideas, Parker Posey has to be one of the worst. While she seems to be having fun and is certainly chewing the scenery with her over the top performance, she’s literally painful to watch and drags the already questionable script further down with her atrocious delivery and childish tantrums. While Triple H doesn’t fare much better, he at least has an imposing presence and some funny character quirks, such as his love for a Reaper-like Pomeranian and his heated rivalry with Blade and Hannibal, matching his brawn and smart mouth against both. While the vampires are clearly well funded and have many resources, even setting up literal blood banks to sustain them when they take over, they seem far less organised and capable, with Danica so desperately unearthing Dracula to blood can transform her race into dhampirs. Danica and Jarko hate Blade and Hannibal with a passion, the former because he’s systematically wiping out their race and the latter because he’s a smart ass who routinely insults them even when suffering brutal torture. Having previously turned and tortured Hannibal and presumably had numerous run-ins with him, Danica delights in seeing him suffer but seems to have some respect for Blade and is especially envious of his ability to walk in daylight. While Drake quickly acts in his own interests, exploring the city and toying with Blade on his own terms, Danica seems okay with this (not that she can stand against Dracula’s power) since she’s convinced Drake will turn the tide for her entire race.

Despite his impressive demonic form, Drake may be one of the worst filmic Dracula’s ever seen.

Echoing the same sense of superiority as the Pure Bloods of the previous films, Drake is said to be the first vampire, a demonic entity who’s never had to evolve who was a feared Sumerian warrior before entering a long period of hibernation after becoming disgusted by the world. However, as much as I enjoy Dominic Purcell’s work, he’s a poor fit for the role. With his stocky physique and robotic delivery, he’s very much the opposite of the Dracula legend as told by Hannibal, to say nothing of the classically trained actors who usual embody the part. While Blade: Trinity repeatedly downplays the movies and popular depictions of Dracula, Drake is fast enough to avoid bullets, exhibits superhuman strength, and is an accomplished shapeshifter. Drake strangely mimics Whistler to attack the Nightstalkers and is initially depicted as a monstrous, armoured demon overcome by “The Thirst”, a look that’s honestly more menacing and unique than his bog standard “Everyman” guise. Before he takes the lame-ass name “Drake”, Dracula is disgusted by Danica and modern-day vampires, rightly seeing them as “shadows” of their former glory. However, Drake’s convinced to begrudgingly aid them to test himself against Blade, whom he sees as the future of the vampire race and a formidable opponent. Drake is mesmerised by the modern world, it’s glorification of vampires, and how decadent and soft humanity and vampires have become. Unlike Blade, who resists the bloodlust of the Thirst, Drake gives into it at every opportunity, using it to further augment his abilities and freely feeding upon his victims to fuel his strength. Said to have the purest blood of all vampires, Sommerfield theorises that Drake holds the key to eliminating all vampires with Daystar just as Danica hopes Blade’s blood will ensure vampire survival. Thus, Blade and Drake are positioned as opposites and equals, though Dracula only ever appears as such when in his impressive, sadly little seen demonic form (which, interestingly, also sports Reaper-like fangs).

The Nitty-Gritty:
Knowing how chaotic and troubled Blade: Trinity’s production was, it’s hard not to read more into Blade’s disgust at the Nightstalkers, whom he sees as “amateurs”. Indeed, he shows more animosity towards them than he does the Blood Pack, though this may be because Whistler never told him of the “sleeper cells” he prepared to aid Blade. While the Nightstalkers are more capable than Blade gives them credit, they lack his years of experience and unique insight into fighting vampires, though they recognise this and see him as essential to the cause. It’s equally true that they’re slightly less impressive than their comic book counterparts, with Hannibal King, especially, being quite different as it was originally him, not Blade, who was a dhampir. I don’t mind this change much, mainly because I barely know Hannibal and the changes made to Blade only benefitted the character, but I can’t help but be unimpressed by Dracula, who lacks gravitas and finesse and comes across as just another formidable vampire threat for Blade. Blade: Trinity leans more into humour than its predecessors, particular through Ryan Reynolds’ obvious riffing. While I enjoy his humour and delivery, it’s constantly framed as inappropriate and awkward as no one, not even Abby, acknowledges his quips regarding Danica’s vagina fangs, pop-culture references, or Blade’s grim façade. While it’s clear Hannibal is using humour as a coping mechanism, he’s portrayed as a hyperactive little kid whom Abby keeps in check like a big-sister. Abby’s thus devastated when Drake slaughters her friends and kidnaps Somerfield’s young daughter, Zoe (Ginger “Haili” Page), channelling her grief and rage to emulate Blade’s stoic demeanour despite Zoe showing no fear even when Drake tries to intimidate her with blasphemy.

Fights are still very impressive, with Abby especially taking the spotlight with her archery skills.

Blade has some new toys here, including a fun silver-lined roped dagger and a new delivery system for his serum, alongside his usual muscle car, trademark sword, and gun. However, it’s the Nightstalkers who get all the cool gear, such as Abby sporting a silver danger in her boot, lugging around a high-tech bow that sports an ultraviolet laser and lets her shoot around corners, and a wrist-mounted dagger. While Hannibal largely relies on pistols and his smart mouth, he also busts out ultraviolent grenades and Hedges (Patton Oswalt), the Nightstalkers’ resident armourer, develops an “electronic pistol” that fires explosive silver rounds and a high-impact shotgun (similar to those used by the Blood Pack) that fires anything from stakes to heat-seeking mini rockets. While these are rarely used, and Wesley Snipes may appear more lethargic and stoic than usual, Blade continues to ooze charisma and shine in fight scenes, executing kicks and throws with a slick precision to showcase Blade’s raw power whenever the Thirst takes hold. Overall, fights are easy to follow and vampires still explode into cinders and ashes when killed. There are some fun montages of Blade, Hannibal, and Abby knocking around Familiars to get a lead on Drake and Blade frantically chases Drake through the city, leading to a tense rooftop showdown where Drake endangers a baby simply to parlay with the feared Daywalker. When Sommerfield’s research leads Blade and Abby to a vampire “blood bank”, revealing they keep braindead vagrants as a food source, they return to find Zoe and the injured Hannibal kidnapped and the other Nightstalkers dead, with Drake using the two as bait. This leads not just to the now traditional montage of Blade suiting up and preparing for battle and Abby compiling a suitable playlist, but also to Abby working through her grief by preparing her bow and practising her impressive archery skills.

Though victorious after an intense sword fight, Blade’s war is apparently far from over…

Sommerfield leaves a message asking Abby to take care of Zoe and discussing the Daystar prototype, though warns that it must be injected into Drake to work and could potentially kill Blade alongside the other vampires. Regardless, Blade and Abby take the virus (helpfully forged to be fired as an arrow) and follow Hannibal’s tracker, spreading silver dust through the facility’s air conditioning to weaken the vampires ahead of a full-frontal assault. While Blade and Abby fend off Danica’s disposable goons with their karate and toys to rescue Zoe, Hannibal struggles against the hulking Jarko while Blade gets into a swordfight with Drake, now garbed in ceremonial armour. For all the shit I’ve talked about this Dracula, this sword fight is actually really cool (despite some dodgy CGI sequences where Drake defies gravity) and nicely spliced alongside Hannibal and Jarko’s more brutal smackdown, which ends with an exhausted and overwhelmed Hannibal stuffing an explosive ultraviolet round into Jarko’s mouth and blowing him inside out. Although relishing matching swords with Blade, Drake assumes his demonic form to overpower Blade, leaving him prone for a bloody end. While Drake has the wherewithal to catch Abby’s arrow, a second shot stuns him long enough for Blade to inject the Daystar virus, which immediately reacts with Dracula’s blood to reduce all remaining vampires in the building (including Danica) to choking, rotting corpses. In his final moments, Drake commends Blade and praises him as the future of his species, using the last of his power to mimic Blade’s form to spare him future persecution. Though the wounded dhampir’s recovered by his allies, Hannibal’s final narration delivers an anticlimactic and open-ended coda that sees Blade continuing his war, suggesting that Daystar will take some time to eradicate the vampire threat.

The Summary:
While Blade: Trinity is nowhere near as bad as many would have to believe and is still a sleek, sexy, kick-ass vampire action movie, there’s no denying the drop in quality from the previous two films. While the action is as hard hitting and bloody as ever, there are some unmistakable flaws, like Blade’s stupidity regarding Familiars, the glossed over explanation of Abby’s birth, and the overreliance of Ryan Reynolds’ smart mouth humour. While I do enjoy him here, your enjoyment of Blade: Trinity may depend on if you can stomach his wise-ass jokes, which are oddly framed as awkward and childish. Personally, I much preferred Hannibal King to Abby, who showed little personality until Sommerfield’s brutal death, with the film bizarrely avoiding emphasing her heritage, how that affects Blade, and his role as a mentor to her. While the film is as stylish as its predecessors and competently presented in the same visual style, with fun, well-choreographed, and well edited fight scenes, I do question the casting of Parker Posey. She’s just awful here, hamming up every line and looking spaced out in every scene. Triple H’s physical performance was impressive, leading to a decent David vs. Goliath fight between him and Hannibal and I did like his animosity towards Hannibal, which was in stark contrast to Blade’s stoic dismissal. For me, Blade: Trinity drops the ball with its depiction of Dracula. Robbed of his aristocracy and screen presence, Drake appears as just another vampire thug unless he’s in his impressive demon form. Dominic Purcell just doesn’t have the gravitas for the role, and I would’ve much preferred he took Danica’s place, and a classically trained actor was cast as Dracula to give him a better aura of menace and refinement. Additionally, Blade: Trinity does do a disservice to the title character by having Abby, Hannibal, and the Nightstalkers eat into his screen time to set up a spinoff we never got. In the end, I think Blade: Trinity is a decent film to throw on in the background and is unfairly saddled with a negative reputation. It’s not as good as the last two and has far more flaws, but it’s decent enough, though I appreciate how many see it as disappointing end for the character.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Are you a fan of Blade: Trinity? How do you think it compares to the previous Blade movies? What did you think to the Nightstalkers? Did you enjoy Hannibal’s lewd sense of humour and do you agree that the film dropped the ball with Abby’s potential? Were you disappointed by Dracula’s lukewarm portrayal and did you also find Parker Posey a grating inclusion? What would you like to see from Blade in future movies? Whatever your thoughts on Blade: Trinity, share them below, check out my other Blade reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest more Blade content.

Movie Night: Hatchet

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Released: 7 September 2007
Director: Adam Green
Distributor: Anchor Bay Entertainment / Echo Bridge Entertainment
Budget: $1.5 million
Stars: Joel David Moore, Tamara Feldman, Kane Hodder, Deon Richmond, Mercedes McNab, and Parry Shen

The Plot:
During Mardi Gras in New Orleans, tourists find themselves stranded on a haunted swamp tour and discover that disfigured local bogeyman Victor Crowley (Hodder) is butchering his way through the wilderness.

The Background:
Although John Carpenter’s Halloween (Carpenter, 1978) wasn’t the first “slasher” film, it unquestionably popularised the horror sub-genre and inspired a bunch of copycats back in the day, directly birthing the equally iconic Friday the 13th franchise (Various, 1980 to present). These slashers established such famous horror tropes as hulking, silent, masked killers stalking dense woodlands, and proved incredibly popular in part because they consistently returned to these clichés. However, after decades of slashers, the genre became somewhat stale and horror explored other avenues. For first-time director Adam Green, Hatchet was an attempt to pay homage to the spirit of the genre and create a new horror icon in the malformed Victor Crowley. Inspired by ghost stories told while he was at camp as a boy, Crowley was brought to life by certified horror legend Kane Hodder, who welcomed the chance not just to portray another monstrous killer but also flex his more dramatic acting muscles in a dual role. Despite struggling to fund the film, Green secured cameos by horror royalty Robert Englund and Tony Todd and produced one of the most celebrated gorefests in all of modern horror. Initially airing at the 2006 London FrightFest Film Festival, Hatchet underperformed at the box office and received mixed reviews, but recouped its losses and found an audience on home media. While some criticised it for digging up well-worn tropes and odd comedic elements, others lauded the unapologetically brutal throwback and Hatchet inspired three more equally gory, cult favourite entries alongside a bunch of comic books, and toys.

The Review:
Hatchet immediately loses points in my estimation simply for taking place in a dark, murky, often rainswept swamp in the backwaters of New Orleans. I never find these settings all that enjoyable as they’re gloomy and off-putting. Luckily, Hatchet plays into the disgusting and confusing setting, with sceptical, unimpressed Marcus Harrison (Richmond) constantly complaining to Ben Schaefer (Moore) about being stuck in the dank swamp. Marcus feels obligated to accompany his friend on a “haunted swamp tour” since Been is struggling after recently being dumped by his girlfriend, who amusingly took off with an amateur wrestler. Marcus and their other friends bring him to Mardi Gras for a bout of booze and boobs, only for Ben to be far from in the partying mood. After learning that the enigmatic Reverend Zombie (Tony Todd) had to shut down his tours after being sued by a disgruntled tourist, the two follow his directions to Shawn Young’s (Shen) business, where he enthusiastically and theatrically takes anyone on a night-time tour through the local, forbidden swamp (though he naturally charges the pretty girls less). While Ben’s excited to experience some local flavour and something to better take his mind off his heartbreak, Marcus is very disgruntled, refusing to pay his way and barely being excited at joining aspiring porn stars Jenna (Joleigh Fioreavanti) and Misty (McNab) on the tour (even with them constantly whipping their boobs out).

Ben and Marcus are horrified when the swamp tour becomes a fight for survival against a savage killer.

I really enjoyed the banter and friendship between Ben and Marcus, with Ben even encouraging his friend to return to the party with no guilt but being genuinely happy to have him along. Ben constantly tries to see the positive in what quickly becomes a disappointing tour and a horrific situation, but makes a fool of himself with stoic local Marybeth Dunston (Feldman). Already annoyed at being stuck on the tour, Marcus is incensed when Shawn’s local knowledge, accent, and capabilities slowly deteriorate, with the inexperienced guide getting lost, messing up local legends and landmarks, and finally scuttling the boat and revealing that he has no idea of where he is or what he’s doing. This deception extends to pornographic film producer Doug Shapiro (Joel Murray), who dupes airheads Jenna and Misty into flashing their goods for his private porn collection. Luckily, friendly and enthusiastic couple Jim (Richard Riehle) and Shannon Permatteo (Patrika Darbo) help balance out the group’s duplicitous nature, happily greeting each of their fellow tourists (with Jim being especially friendly to the girls) but causing Shawn grief when they join Marcus and Marybeth in correcting his many mistakes. While Jenna and Misty are constantly bickering, Ben fails to get close to Marybeth, randomly pouring out his recent troubles while she gives him the cold shoulder. After they’re left stranded in the swamp, Jim injured from an alligator attack, the group’s panic turns to horror when Marybeath reveals the truth about local legend Victor Crowley and her true reasons for joining the tour. Namely, it was the cheapest and easiest way to investigate the disappearance of her father (Robert Englund) and brother (Joshua Leonard). Although she comes armed with a gun and knowledge about Crowley, the group is nevertheless largely helpless against the vengeful spirit, especially as they’re constantly turned around and failing to heed Marybeth’s warnings.

Though a tragic figure, Victor is a wild, brutal spirit who tears his victims apart.

As a local, Marybeth knows all about Victor Crowley, a disfigured and simple-minded boy raised in isolation by his devoted father (Hodder). Regularly bullied for his horrific appearance, Victor was kept hidden in the Crowley shack deep in the woods and cared for by his father, until some kids came to bully the boy. Their firecrackers accidentally set the shack ablaze, trapping the panicked Victor inside and, when his father tried to break down the door, Victor took a hatchet to the face and died, with his father following some ten years later. Since then, the locals shun the swamp for fear of disturbing Victor’s unquiet spirit, which roams the swamps crying for his father and savagely tearing trespassers apart. Naturally, the tourists fall back on denial even after Victor brutalises the Permatteos. Though he can be wounded and slowly and is clearly a physical being, Victor’s essentially a wraith or spirit of some kind that cannot be permanently stopped and who exhibits incredible physical strength. Victor appears out of nowhere, rips off arms and torsos, tears open heads, and is adept with various tools. Obviously, his primary weapon is a rusty, dull, bloodstained hatchet but Victor also utilises a belt sander to brutalise his victims. A hideous backwoods monster, Victor stalks his prey relentlessly, easily shrugging off Marybeth’s bullets and even being set ablaze. Victor’s wild, unpredictable nature sees him easily get the drop on each of his victims, ripping out their insides, turning their heads around, and comically splattering gore all over. While it’s easy to dismiss Victor as a knock-off Jason Voorhees, he’s an erratic and animalistic brute who showcases a caveman-like violence. Hodder pulls double duty as Victor’s father, giving him a small chance to showcase emotions beyond just rage, but throws himself into the role of the disfigured brute, who seemingly relishing getting his grubby hands on his perplexed and terrified victims.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Like Wishmaster (Kurtzman, 1997), Hatchet is a homage to the horror genre and features cameos by some bona fide horror legends. Tony Todd delivers a scenery chewing cameo as the bizarre Reverend Zombie and Robert Englund appears in the opening as Marybeth’s ‘gater huntin’ father who gets his guts ripped out by Crowley offscreen. Kane Hodder, arguably the most recognisable incarnation of Jason Voorhees, brings a crazed mania to Crowley alongside his undeniable screen presence. There’s an air of camp surrounding much of the film, with characters constantly spouting amusing lines, bickering, or turning out to not be what they presented. Shapiro, for example, duped the girls into thinking he was a porn producer but was simply a regular dude with a camera who just wanted to film titties. Jenna and Misty are constantly arguing over what one of them is the stupidest and the sexiest. Though the voice of reason, Marcus is forced to endure the dingy swamp but is the first to tap out with Victor attacks, preferring to hide up a tree and wait for help and only coerced into venturing on because he doesn’t want to be left alone. Hatchet firmly has its tongue in its cheek at times, portraying even the kills as ludicrously over the top, meaning much of its horror comes from Victor’s gruesome appearance, jump scares, and how well you can stomach gore splattering everywhere.

The gore and brutal kills are hilariously over the top and the best part of the film.

Every kill is deliciously over the top, with blood and viscera and entrails splattering across trees, Victor, and other characters. Every time Victor gets his hands on someone, I cringed as he’s so immensely powerful that he can twist Shapiro’s head completely around (and off!). Victor tends to rip the arms off his victims and throw their screaming, bleeding bodies all about, which is sadly the fate that befalls Marcus. Despite constantly urging the others to get the hell out of there, Marcus gets both arms ripped off and is smashed against a tombstone, leaving Ben so distraught that he all-but gives up running. Shawn’s attempts to fight Victor end very badly as the beast hacks off his foot and head with a shovel, Jenna gets a face full of a belt sander, wearing her jaw down to mush before being impaled on said shovel, and Misty also ends up with her head cut off. Poor Jim suffers a particularly ghastly end thanks to being slowed by his leg wound. Victor easily catches him and repeatedly hacks at his shoulder with his hatchet, finally cutting the friendly bloke diagonally in two across the torso. Shannon gets barely a minute to grieve before Victor pounces on her for the film’s most brutal kill, which sees Victor grab Shannon’s jaw and tear her head in two! Hatchet certainly impresses with how savage and unsettling its kills are, utilising practical effects in every instance and pumping its often-obvious fake bodies full of blood to spray out. It’s incredibly unrealistic and clearly an excuse to show off some gory special effects, but I welcome it as the dark lighting and frantic nature of the kills adds to their horror, and it’s refreshing to see a slasher be so uncompromisingly explicit with its kills after years of Friday the 13th movies being butchered by censorship.

Despite appearing to escape, Ben and Marybeth are attacked by the unstoppable Victor in the finale…

After her father and brother go missing in the swamp, Marybeth arms herself and joins Shawn’s tour to search for them, regardless of the danger posed by Victor, only to be distraught to find their remains. Though she shuns Ben’s awkward flirting, she’s forced to reveal the truth about Victor to the terrified survivors and try to lead them to safety, fully aware that they’re essentially doomed since Victor owns the swamps. Indeed, her knowledge proves largely useless as Victor tears them apart one by one, easily returning no matter how many times Marybeth shoots him. Theorising that the monster can conceivably be stopped, the survivors attempt to burn him alive at his old shack, only for rain to mess up their plan, resulting in Jenna, Misty, and (most sadly of all, for Ben at least) Marcus being brutalised by Crowley. Encouraged by Marybeth, Ben struggles on and gets impaled through the foot by a pole. While this roots Ben to the spot, it provides the perfect means to impale Victor when he comes charging in to finish the job, seemingly ending his threat with one final and amusing regurgitation of gore from the monster’s mutilated lips. Marybeth helps Bent to a nearby boat and the two hope to drift to safety, only for Marybeth to tumble into the dangerous, alligator-infested swamp water. Tangled in seaweed, Marybeth gratefully reaches for Ben’s hand when he tries to save her, only to be horrified by Victor’s roaring visage! Having survived their attack due to being cursed to relive the night of his death over and over, Victor clambered into the boat, tore off Ben’s arm, and used it to lure Marybeth into his clutches, ending the film on a shocking cliffhanger that’s another homage to some of the slasher greats of old.

The Summary:
Despite not being a fan of swamp settings, I do have a soft spot for Hatchet. It’s not a horror film I watch often as it can be very dark and the environment isn’t that appealing to me, meaning I often forget how fun it can be. The writing is just the right level of ridiculous and realistic, with Ben coming across as an incredibly awkward guy just trying to find his feet after a breakup and desperately hoping for the best even in a horrific situation. Marcus stole the show most of the time, bringing the right level of cynical energy and yet being unable to escape his fate, while Shawn provided many amusing moments and the Permatteos offered friendly faces amidst such disreputable people. It was a shame to see the two go, but they sure went out in spectacular fashion, beautifully emphasising Hatchet’s main selling point: the over-the-top gore! Victor Crowley makes for a decent slasher villain, being a sympathetic mongoloid unfairly bullied by the locals but driven to a murderous, unquenchable rage following his death. While his design isn’t much different from the hundreds of backwater freaks in horror films, Kane Hodder brings a manic, savage energy and Victor stands out by massacring anyone he gets his hands on! Sadly, Tamara Feldman was a bit of a weak link (it’s no surprise she was replaced by the far better Danielle Harris in the sequels) and the film’s humour may miss with some audiences. I enjoyed it but even I was a bit surprised with how oddball some of the lines and performances were. Hatchet aimed to craft a brand-new horror icon and legend and, while I wouldn’t say Victor Crowley will be topping any best-of lists any time soon, he certainly makes an impression and there was some decent world-building here, which was bolstered by some fun cameos. I’d say Hatchet is well worth your time if you’re a fan of slashers and over the top gore, or just want a fun, mindless horror film to put on in the background, though it’s true there are better alternatives out there.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Are you a fan of Hatchet? What did you think to Victor Crowley, his tragic backstory and his violent nature? Did you enjoy the film’s quirky sense of humour and over the top gore? Which kill was your favourite? Are you a fan of swamp settings? Which of Hatchet’s sequels is your favourite, if any? Whatever your thoughts on Hatchet, leave them below, check out my other horror content, and donate to my Ko-Fi if you’d like to see me review the other Hatchet movies.

Movie Night [00-Heaven]: Live and Let Die

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October 5th is officially recognised as “Global James Bond Day” so I’m dedicating some time to revisiting some firsts in the long-running franchise.

Released: 12 July 1973
Director: Guy Hamilton
Distributor: United Artists
Budget: $7 million
Stars: Roger Moore, Yaphet Kotto, Jane Seymour, Julius W. Harris, and David Hedison

The Plot:
Renowned super spy James Bond/007 (Moore) travels to New Orleans to investigate mob boss Mister Big/Doctor Kananga (Kotto), a drug baron planning to mass distribute his particularly addictive strain of the heroin.

The Background:
MI6 agent James Bond is the creation of writer Ian Fleming and was heavily inspired by his time and experiences as a Navy intelligence officer. The unparalleled James Bond cinematic franchise famously got started with Sean Connery in the lead role before he tired of the part. Although Connery was lured back by a whopping $1.25 million deal, this was a temporary reprieve and suave Roger Moore finally took the role after finishing up with The Saint (1962 to 1969). Loosely based on the 1954 novel of the same name, screenwriter Tom Mankiewicz purposely emphasised the racial undertones of the story, inspired by the Black Panther movement and “Blaxploitation” movies of the era and to include a crocodile farm after spotting one during location scouting. Mankiewicz also worked with Moore to tweak Bond’s characterisation, making him a more light-hearted character, though it took some time for this to solidify. While Mankiewicz wanted signer Diana Ross for Solitaire, the producers cast up-and-comer Jane Seymour, while the late Yaphet Kotto reportedly had issues with the racial clichés of the script and his villain. The production was littered with issues, from Moore’s kidney stones, stuntmen being injured, and many struggling with the live snakes. Live and Let Die’s $161.8 million box office got the franchise back on track after the previous films underperformed, though some criticised Moore’s performance and the more over-the-top elements. Others praised the film’s more innovative moments and its fun chase sequences, though Dr. Kananga has been cited as one of the worst Bond villains and the comedic moments divided some. Still, Moore returned as Bond the following year and finished up with an unprecedented seven-film run as the character, and is often regarded as the best actor to ever portray the legendary super spy.

The Review:
Live and Let Die uses its opening moments to establish that something fishy is going on with Dr. Kananga, the proud and outspoken dictator of the small Caribbean nation of San Monique. Those monitoring him are killed in subtle, yet amusingly theatrical ways, prompting MI6 director “M” (Bernard Lee) to visit Bond at home and send him to New York City to investigate. Our new Bond is introduced in bed with an Italian special agent (Madeline Smith) and, most crucially, in his home, which I don’t believe we’d seen before. Moore’s Bond is a charmer and a little more comedic than his predecessors, dancing around distracting the exasperated M to keep him from spotting the girl. While M had little time for Connery’s antics, he seems visibly aggravated by Bond’s cavalier attitude. This is possibly because “Q” (Desmond Llewelyn) is uncharacteristically absent and elements of his irritated opinion of Bond have been splicing into M, especially apparent by their discussion of Bond’s fancy new magnetic watch. Thanks to a quick intervention from Miss Moneypenny (Lois Maxwell), Bond avoids any repressions and heads to New York to liaise with his Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) counterpart, Felix Leiter (Hedison), who’s been monitoring Dr. Kananga. Despite his cheerful and confident disposition, Bond is caught somewhat unawares when his driver (Joie Chitwood) is murdered at the wheel, but quickly gains control with minimal damage and even providing the registration number of a suspicious pimpmobile. So, right away we can see that Moore is capable and charismatic, greeting every situation with a wry grin and a disarming pun, but also observant and adaptable, using any means necessary to overcome danger.

Moore’s portrayal of James Bond would rather use his charm and wit than resort to violence.

While investigating the pimpmobile, Bond tails Dr. Kananga and his colourful entourage to a “Fillet of Soul” restaurant in downtown Harlem, receiving a suspicious welcome from the predominantly Black clientele and meeting the aggressive and demanding Mr. Big, a strangely deformed mobster who orders his execution. Luckily for Bond, Mr. Big’s henchmen take their sweet time marching him to his death and Bond turns the tables before pondering the situation with Felix and fellow CIA agent Harry Strutter (Lon Satton). Since Dr. Kananga has flown back to San Monique, Bond follows and is again threatened in his bugged bungalow suite, first by a snake and then by a gun-toting assassin who turns out to be fledgling CIA operative Rosie Carver (Gloria Hendry). Though she’s unsure of herself and terrified by local voodoo superstitions popularised by the mysterious, seemingly immortal Baron Samedi (Geoffrey Holder), Bond sweet talks Rosie into bed and onto his side as she’s his only link to investigating one of the MI6 murders. Thanks to a chance encounter with Mr. Big’s medium, the beautiful Solitaire (Seymour), and quickly brushing up on tarot cards, Bond is tipped off about Rosie’s duplicitous nature and his kindly (if somewhat condescending) demeanour turns sour as he threatens her for information. However, when Rosie’s killed to keep her silent, Bond’s forced to use even less gentlemanly means to seduce the naïve Solitaire, easily tricking her by stacking her beloved cards in his favour, only to be frustrated to learn that she knows nothing of Dr. Kananga’s operation and simply gives him readings to help guide his actions. Despite this, Bond clearly sees that Solitaire’s life is in danger now that she’s lost her virginity and her uncanny abilities and promises to protect her. She’s thus with him when he discovers Dr. Kananga’s priceless poppy plantation, one protected by voodoo superstitions and ritualistic killings.

While Bond’s surrounded by some kooky allies, Solitaire impresses with her naïve allure.

Although almost every Black person in the movie secretly works for Dr. Kananga/Mr. Big as an undercover operative, Bond has a fair bit of backup. Felix freely shares his findings into Dr. Kananga, and conducts damage control when Bond commandeers an aeroplane and traumatises trainee pilot Mrs. Bell (Ruth Kempf). Oddly, Felix doesn’t accompany Bond for his late-night raid of the poppy plantation, instead handing over the weapons and explosives to 007 and stoic sailor Quarrel Jr. (Roy Stewart). Quarrel Jr. provides some backstory to the island but is basically just there to drive the boat so it’s a little odd seeing him sulking around with explosives instead of Felix. Initially, Rosie seems like she’ll be a comedic foil for Bond, a clumsy, untested field agent who succumbs to his charms and grows into her own by the film’s end. However, Rosie’s soon revealed to be working for Dr. Kananga and is quickly offed (which is odd as the bullet could’ve just as easily hit Bond). After escaping from Dr. Kananga’s crocodile farm, Bond annoys Sheriff J.W. Pepper (Clifton James) and the Louisiana State Police, who scramble to chase him and his pursuers as they race around in speedboats, only to be comedically foiled time. Finally, there’s Solitaire, whom Bond is immediately entranced by and wastes no time turning her cards against her by uncovering the “Lovers” card. While Bond seems disturbed by Solitaire’s ramblings regarding the “Gods” and her “powers”, he resolves to protect her, and she willingly goes along with him since she knows Dr. Kananga will kill her once he discovers her gift is gone.

Dr. Kananga’s largely overshadowed by his more visually interesting and colourful henchmen.

Dr. Kananga is actually two villains in one, since the bombastic president doubles as a mob boss thanks to peculiar disguise, quickly revealing his dual identity to Bond. While Mr. Big is a gruff, severe mob boss, Dr. Kananga is a loquacious and mostly charming psychopath who delights in his plot to distribute his heroin free of charge to ensure his dominance over the drug trade. Dr. Kananga’s actions are guided by Solitaire’s insight, though he’s angered when Bond defies her predictions and laments having to punish her, clearly harbouring an affection for her that leans towards something more sinister as he is both enraged and betrayed to learn she gave herself to Bond and not him. Surrounded by his colourful entourage, Dr. Kananga fosters local superstition to protect his operation and spread fear, relying on the voodoo legend of Samedi to bolster his reputation and the unnerving muscle of the sadistic Tee-Hee Johnson (Harris), a brutish man with an infectious smile and a particularly nasty prosthetic arm. Tee-Hee relishes taunting Bond, bringing him to the crocodile farm to be eaten alive and gladly returning for one last shot at killing 007 in the finale. The soft-spoken Whisper (Earl Jolly Brown) crops up to lure Bond into traps and Dr. Kananga delights in executing his foes in the most theatrical way possible, even leaving Bond’s fate to a shiver of sharks rather than simply shooting him dead.

The Nitty-Gritty:
It’s undeniable that Live and Let Die is “Bond Meets Blaxploitation”. I’m no expert and probably not the best person to comment on how “appropriate” any of this is these days, but it was certainly a style at the time, and it does bring a certain uniqueness to the film. Many characters criticise Bond for wandering around Harlem and into exclusively Black territory, though the only Black characters to give him grief are those working for Mr. Big. Even then, Dr. Kananga’s henchman all have a jive and swagger to them that’s far more visually interesting than most disposable minions, spitting racially charged insults at Bond, sassing the locals, and have an air of confident cool about them that nicely contrasts with Sheriff Pepper’s bluster. I think it’s also important to note that neither Bond or Dr. Kananga exhibits a discriminatory attitude: Bond never comments on anyone’s race, seducing Rosie as eagerly as Solitaire, and Dr. Kananga gleefully makes his product available to everyone. Ironically, he also delivers a stirring tirade calling for his people to rise up and happily encourages superstition if it means deterring outsiders. These voodoo rituals probably veer on the offensive as people writhe about in loincloths carrying snakes and chanting like stereotypical depictions of island “savages”. The supernatural is treated very ambiguously, with Bond believing it a smokescreen but Dr. Kananga trusting Solitaire’s predictions, which are all seen to be true. I’m also at a loss to explain the cackling Baron Samedi, who turns to porcelain when shot and returns from death time and again, with little logical explanation beyond the presence of lifts beneath his gravesites.

Bond’s stunts and action sequences are noticeably more cartoonish in Moore’s debut.

Despite Q’s absence, Bond gets a few memorable and bizarre gadgets. His new wristwatch emits a powerful magnetic force said to be capable of stopping a bullet, but which is simply used to attract a compressed gas pellet (though Bond also uses its buzzsaw function to escape his vines). When scoping out his bungalow, Bond whips out a gadget to detect surveillance bugs then taps at another gadget at the window (though I’ve no idea why) and even uses a hang glider to reach Solitaire’s abode. While he loses his signature Walther PPK thanks to Tee-Hee’s bionic claw, Bond later blasts Dr. Kananga’s henchman with a miniaturised shotgun and proves adept with a speedboat. Sadly, this chase becomes a slapstick farce as the cartoonish Sherriff Pepper repeatedly fails to apprehend his man. This sequence quickly outlives its welcome, depicting Bond and Dr. Kananga’s henchmen blasting across grass, through a wedding, and crashing into a local’s swimming pool. Bond’s escape through Mister Bleeker’s (Stephen Hendrickson) flying school is equally outrageous, with Bond somehow outpacing his pursuers and causing them to crash just by casually driving around a Cessna 140, which the henchmen run despite having a clear shot. On the plus side, there’s very little of that awful rear projection early Bond films were so notorious for and the car chase and crashes are pretty good. I liked how subtly the pimpmobile rolled up and executed Bond’s driver, Bond’s use of an abandoned double decker bus, and the jive cab driver (Arnold Williams) who constantly obstructs Bond’s investigation. Moore’s Bond isn’t much of a fighter, however, and is more apt to walk into elaborate traps and be clobbered from behind Instead, his Bond tries to talk his way out of every situation, or at least distract his captors with dry wit, mocking Tee-Hee’s disability even as he’s at risk of having his finger…and more…severed. Moore’s Bond is extremely adaptable, however, seen to be quick thinking and using his surroundings to his advantage, including an overhead ladder, a makeshift blow torch, and hopping across crocodiles!

While Dr. Kananga’s death is ludicrous, Bond’s final fight with Tee-Hee is quite enjoyable.

After giving Bond the chance to escape, Solitaire returns to Dr. Kananga but endures his wrath for her betrayal, ending up tied to an altar to be executed in a voodoo ritual. Luckily, Bond and Quarrel Jr. show up to blow up the poppy plantation and Bond rescues Solitaire, seemingly killing Baron Samedi and descending into Dr. Kananga’s surprisingly high-tech underground hideout, which where he monitors his operation and plans to move heroin from the island. Naturally, Dr. Kananga greets Bond and Solitaire as guests and treats them to a drink before disarming them and strapping them to a winch, amused by Bond’s gadgets but even more excited to slice his arms and get his sharks in a frenzy for a fittingly theatrical and bloody execution. Cool as a cucumber, Bond surreptitiously uses his watch to snag one of his compressed gas cannisters and cut his binds, subduing the oafish Whisper and facing Dr. Kananga, who’s practically giddy at the prospect, baiting him and waving a hunting knife in 007’s face. There isn’t much to this fight, however, as Bond easily sidesteps Dr. Kananga and they tumble into the water, where the drug baron panics at the sight of his sharks, allowing Bond to stuff the cannister into his mouth and inflate him like a balloon for perhaps the most comical and ludicrous death of the entire franchise. Bond and Solitaire’s hopes for a long, relaxing train ride back to New York are dashed when Tee-Hee attacks. Despite the brute’s augmented strength, Bond’s wiles again prove the difference maker as he cuts some wires in Tee-Hee’s arm, locking him in place to be easily tossed out the window to his death. Having been bested at cards by Solitaire, Bond prepares to “test an old adage” about being luckier at love, unaware that Baron Samedi inexplicably survived and is laughing like a maniac on the front of the train…

The Summary:
Fun fact: Live and Let Die was the first of what I call the “Classic Bond” movies I watched all the way through and is the reason Roger Moore is my favourite Bond of this era. While Sean Connery was charismatic but cold-blooded and George Lazenby was just a guy pretending to be Bond, Roger Moore is a suave, charming, jovial character who’s all business when he needs to be but would rather disarm his enemies with his quick wit and make up his escape plans on the fly than shoot or fight his way out of situations. Generally, this works pretty well for him and Bond utilises some absolutely comical methods to elude and dispatch Dr. Kananga’s henchmen, but he’s just as apt to be knocked out and placed in an elaborate death trap that requires an equally over the top method to escape. Still, Moore oozes charm and fits nicely into the role, and I liked that he still had a bit of an edge to him but seemingly disliked resorting to violence. Bond’s nicely out of his depth in Harlem and San Monique, seen as a “honky”, sticking out like a sore thumb, and refusing to entertain the local superstitions. While the “Blaxploitation” aspects are probably problematic, I really liked the swagger and theatricality given to Dr. Kananga and his underlings as it made them more lively and enjoyable to watch than the usual stone-faced Russians. Jane Seymour is easily one of the most gorgeous of the Bond Girls and delivers a suitably alluring, almost childlike performance and I really enjoyed Julius W. Harris as Tee-Hee, how he relished each encounter with Bond, and continue to be fascinated by the theatrical Baron Samedi. As much as I love Yaphet Kotto, however, Dr. Kananga is a strange villain who constantly flip-flops between being sinister, aggrieved, and insane, being just as likely to delight in conversing with Bond as he is to lash out in anger. His death was ludicrous even for this film, which largely ruins every action sequence with slapstick buffoonery and cartoonish supporting characters. While I think Moore acquitted himself well in Live or Let Die, the overall plot and most of the execution is somewhat questionable, despite the jive cool that permeates the film, making this one of his more forgettable outings as the suave super spy.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Did you enjoy Roger Moore’s debut as 007 in Live and Let Die? How do you think he compared to his predecessors? Do you find the “Blaxploitation” angle problematic? Would you agree that Dr. Kananga has one of the worst deaths in the franchise? Do you think there is a supernatural element present in this film? Which Bond actor, film, story, villain, or moment is your favourite? How are you celebrating James Bond this October? Whatever you think about Live and Let Die, leave a comment below, check out my other 007 content, and donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest other Bond movies for me to review.

Movie Night: Candyman (1992)

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Released: 16 October 1992
Director: Bernard Rose
Distributor: TriStar Pictures
Budget: $8 to 9 million
Stars: Virginia Madsen, Tony Todd, Xander Berkeley, Kasi Lemmons, and Vanessa Estelle Williams

The Plot:
While researching urban legends for her university thesis, student Helen Lyle (Madsen) learns of Daniel Robitaille (Todd), the hook-handed “Candyman”, and is tormented by his restless spirit after trying to disprove his legend.

The Background:
Volume five of visionary British horror writer Clive Barker’s Books of Blood (1984 to 1985) featured the short story “The Forbidden”. Set in Barker’s native Liverpool, the story offered a horror take on segregation and the culture of poor urban areas. After Barker caught Hollywood’s attention with The Hellbound Heart in 1987 was heralded as “the future of horror” by iconic horror author Stephen King, more of his works made the jump to the silver screen. When director Bernard Rose signed on to bring “The Forbidden” to life, he opted to radically change both the setting and Candyman’s race to comment upon inner city violence, racial issues, and the tumultuous history of the Cabrini-Green housing estate. Eddie Murphy was the original choice for the title role but, when he proved too expensive, the late, great Tony Todd fought for the opportunity, negotiating a sweet $1000 bonus for every bee sting he suffering during filming. Virginia Madsen, a friend of Rose’s then-wife, joined the project and was placed into a hypnotic trance to add to Candyman’s otherworldly allure. Todd worked closely with make-up artist Bob Keen to refine Candyman’s appearance, while bee wrangler Norman Gary supervised the nearly 200,000 real honeybees, many being stingerless new-borns. Though its $25.8 million worldwide box office made Candyman a minor hit, the film attracted controversy for its depiction of race, though reviews were largely positive. Now regarded a horror classic, Candyman was praised for its terrifying atmosphere, social commentary, and haunting score courtesy of Philip Glass. While Candyman was followed by two sequels of varying quality and a lauded 2021 half-sequel, half-remake, Candyman cemented its place in horror history and turned star Tony Todd into an enduring icon for his captivating performance.

The Review:
Set in downtown Chicago, Candyman follows semiotics graduate student Helen Lyle and her mischievous best friend, Bernadette Walsh (Lemmons), as they research urban legends. Helen and Bernadette interview undergraduate students at the University of Illinois Chicago, with most repeating versions of the same modern-day campfire story of mysterious “Candyman”. While Helen and Bernadette are as sceptical (and even mocking) as Helen’s husband, Trevor (Berkeley), who teaches a course debunking such urban legends, their interviewees firmly believe the tall tales. Many of these accounts are from second- or even third-hand information, news reports, or rumours passed between friends and the generations and growing more elaborate over time. Helen and Bernadette are fascinated that so many are convinced that the hook-handed Candyman is real, that if you say his name five times in a mirror he’ll appear to split you from groin the gullet, and have aspirations of changing the understanding of such myths. While typing her notes, Helen learns of a very real and very feared Candyman holed up in Cabrini-Green Homes, a destitute tower block run by violent gangs. While researching Cabrini-Green, Helen learns her building was also built as a cheap housing project before being turned into luxury condos, but on the cheap, so residents could easily pass between apartments using a poorly covered up hole in the bathroom. Helen theorises that Cabrini-Green is very much the same and that a local thug uses this method to sneak into people’s homes and butcher them, building a reputation for himself as a nigh-supernatural killer.

Helen’s determined to prove that “Candyman” is nothing but a campfire tale used to scare people.

Against Bernadette’s protests, Helen insists on checking out Cabrini-Green and, fooling the catcalling residents that they’re cops, they investigate the squalid tower block. Inside, Helen not only proves her theory but finds graffiti of the mythical Candyman and the ominous warning “Sweets to the Sweet”. Wary local Anne-Marie McCoy (Williams) and streetwise kid Jake (DeJuan Guy) provide eyewitness statements and further hearsay regarding the Cabrini-Green bogeyman. Anne-Marie knew Candyman’s latest victim but was powerless to help since her first priority is keeping her baby, Anthony (Lanesha Martin), safe, while Jake tells how Candyman once castrated a local “retarded” kid. While their stories are incredibly gruesome and Bernadette’s unnerved by Cabrini-Green’s hostile residents and reputation, Helen excitedly documents this evidence as it proves her theory that Candyman is a ghost story. She correctly assumes that a local gang leader (Terrence Riggins) uses a hook and exploits this myth to spread terror throughout the area, which Helen believes will change the perception of urban legends. Ironically, despite her arrogance and gusto, Helen’s surprisingly ill-informed about the real Candyman, Daniel Robitaille, and must learn his true origins from pompous scholar Professor Philip Purcell (Michael Culkin). Though captivated by Robitaille’s tragic story, Helen continues on and runs afoul of the local gangster, being brutally assaulted but fingering her assailant to Detective Frank Valento (Gilbert Lewis), effectively ending “Candyman’s” reign of terror by exposing him as a normal (if violent) man. Despite concerns about her husband’s fidelity and support, Helen heals and is excited to debunk the Candyman myth, only to find Robitaille’s unquiet spirit insulted at having his legend tarnished and herself haunted by him after she speaks his name five times into a mirror.

Candyman’s influence sees Helen pegged as violent and unstable.

Candyman skews into a supernatural thriller once Helen first encounters Robitaille’s besmirched spirit and wakes up in Anna-Marie’s apartment covered in blood, baby Anthony missing, Anna-Marie’s rottweiler decapitated, and the mother in a distraught state. The cops find Helen defending herself with a meat cleaver and naturally arrest her and Detective Valento’s formally friendly demeanour is replaced with a disgusted, demanding tone as Helen is pegged for violent assault and abduction. After enduring a humiliating strip search, Helen’s finally bailed out by Trevor, who promises to stick by her despite being strangely absent when she called for help. Unfortunately, Helen’s haunted by Candyman, who mesmerises her and promises to make them immortal by establishing a new urban legend with her as his “victim”. This is bad news for Bernadette as she’s disembowelled by the resentful spirit and Helen’s once again pegged as the prime suspect. Due to her erratic behaviour and seemingly being murderously violent, Helen is committed, tormented by Candyman’s silver-tongued visage and forced to evoke Robitaille’s name when cross examined by sceptical Doctor Burke (Stanley DeSantis). Helen desperately flees the sanitorium by posing as a nurse and returns to Trevor, only to find he’s moved in his young lover, Stacey (Carolyn Lowery), and now deathly afraid of Helen. With her life in ruins, Helen pivots towards trying to at least save baby Anthony and decides to trade her life for the baby’s to satisfy Robitaille’s desire to be re-empowered as a terrifying ghost story.

The enigmatic Candyman wishes to renew his legacy as an urban legend through mayhem and murder.

Candyman shows that young, horny, and stupid kids test the urban legend on a dare, never quite believing it was true, and pay the price. Helen’s efforts to debunk Candyman’s legend see Robitaille’s spirit manifest to correct this affront, with him haunting and partially hypnotising her to “be [his] victim” and kick-start a new urban legend. Robitaille was born wealthy and was well-educated, with a talent for art back in the late-1800s. After falling for and impregnating a young white woman, Robitaille was set upon be a lynch mob, had his right hand severed, and was stung to death by bees. Thus, the “Candyman” became a ghost story told in hushed tones and allowed Robitaille to live on in a form of immortality. Robitaille seems satisfied by this, only spilling innocent blood to further his legend, but is forced to step in when Helen causes his “congregation” doubt. Candyman appears only to those who summon him but personally haunts Helen, tormenting her and painting her as a mad woman who kills her best friend and abducts babies. Candyman brutally butchers anyone to further this assumption, turning everyone against Helen and driving her to perish along with him to spare Anthony. Graffiti of Candyman’s past shows that Helen resembles his lost love, partially explaining his obsession with her and, while the gangster who steals his name and gimmick is very human, Candyman is clearly a wraith of some kind. Appearing out of thin air, floating, mesmerising with a look and his gravelly voice, Candyman easily manhandles and slaughters his victims with his bloody hook hand, summoning bees and shrugging off Helen’s desperate attempts to fight back, even if he still bleeds and requires rest.

The Nitty-Gritty:
You can’t talk about Candyman without mentioning Philip Glass’s haunting overture. This almost religious and whimsical tune bolsters the foreboding atmosphere and adds as much gravitas to Candyman’s presence as his long, thick coat, bloody hook, and the immortal Tony Todd’s raspy, mesmerising voice. Equally, race is obviously front and centre in the titular wraith and Cabrini-Green. Obviously, I’m no expert on gentrification or segregation, but both Helen and Bernadette are aghast to learn that their fancy building was also once a glorified ghetto. Residents live in fear of Cabrini-Green, with the cops having little presence and the inhabitants are either violent gang members or terrified locals. There’s a sense that places like Cabrini-Green are both cursed (Candyman was tortured and killed there generations ago) and separated from “normal”, “polite”, white society as people actively avoid the violent area. Anna-Marie dislikes being painted as a “gangbanger” or lowlife just for living in a bad area, but the gangs certainly don’t help Cabrini-Green’s reputation as they accost any outsiders and go around killing and maiming people without punishment. Even Bernadette, an African American woman, feels uncomfortable there, more than Helen, who fearlessly and confidently (and naively) braves the danger for her thesis. Unlike the locals, who fear the gangster Candyman, Helen’s not afraid to go to the cops and finger her attacker, but even she’s disgusted by how quickly the cops (even African American detective Valento) react when a white woman is attacked there, especially as they turned a blind eye when a black woman was killed there. Obviously, Robitaille’s murder was also due to prejudice, though he doesn’t seek revenge for this or even seem that bothered by it, indiscriminately killing only to keep his legend alive.

Blood and gore are used sparingly but are brutal when they appear thanks to Candyman’s savagery.

Although Candyman opts more for an ominous tone, things do get disturbingly bloody. At first, Candyman’s appearance and his victims are largely obscured, tying into his status as an ever-shifting ghost story. As Helen learns more, the brutality and clarity of the gore become more apparent, with Jake’s story of how “Candyman” castrated a young boy being particularly unnerving due to how malicious and random the attack is. Typically, we’re treated to the aftermath of Candyman’s attacks, with Helen waking up covered in blood, Anna-Maria’s apartment and Anthony’s crib being similarly bloodstained, and even Bernadette’s gruesome death depicted offscreen and through her butchered corpse. The only death we see clearly is Dr. Burke’s, whose back is split open when Helen calls Candyman. It’s a disturbing and savage end to a character who really didn’t deserve such horrifying treatment, just like Bernadette’s death, which has a distressing sexual undertone as all we hear are her screams of agony and Robitaille’s grunting. Dr. Burke’s death is similarly sexualised, almost an act of unwanted sexual aggression, and this ties into Robitaille’s designs for Helen. He mesmerises her and effectively date rapes her before rendering her docile for a kiss. Given that Helen resembles his lost love, this sexual subtext makes perfect sense and also goes hand in hand with his desire for them to burn alive like tragic lovers. Therefore, while Candyman uses gore sparingly, the blood is thick, viscous, and unnerving whenever it appears. Much of the movie is about building a tense atmosphere and Candyman’s magnetic presence, then suddenly the score drops or Robitaille appears for a jump scare that often leads to a savage murder. It’s extremely effective, largely because of Todd’s allure and Candyman’s horrifying hook hand, and more than makes up for some dodgy moments like when he’s floating above Helen or comically flies out of a window.

After submitting to Candyman, Helen becomes an urban legend through her sacrifice.

While Helen starts with good intentions, she quickly discovers that Daniel Robitaille is very real when he confronts her. Thanks to his influence, Helen is pegged as an abductor, murderer, and crazy woman, losing her husband to a younger, perkier student and being committed for her crimes. Eventually, realising she cannot escape him, Helen resolves to at least try and save baby Anthony from a squalid apartment in Cabrini-Green. When Helen confronts Candyman, he offers to spare the boy if she submits to him, which she willingly does. However, he immediately welches on the agreement by placing Anthony beneath a pile of debris the locals were assembling for a bonfire party, forcing Helen to scramble into the wooden construct to rescue him. Unfortunately, Jake spots the hook and assumes that “Candyman” has returned. Thus, he leads a mob of Cabrini-Green’s residents in burning the pyre to finally rid themselves of their tormentor. Though Candyman restrains her in the flames, relishing the legend their deaths will birth, Helen stabs him through his bee-encrusted ribs with a flaming piece of wood and causing Candyman to combust. While thrashing in agony and heartbreak, Candyman causes the structure to partially collapse, briefly pinning Helen under a beam and setting her back and hair on fire. Despite the pain, Helen safely returns Anthony to Anna-Marie, then succumbs to her horrific burns and dies. Surprisingly, Jake, Anna-Marie, and the other residents of Cabrini-Green join Trevor at Helen’s grave to both pay their respects and put Candyman to rest. Guilt-ridden, tormented by memories of a marriage he took for granted, the distraught Trevor locks himself in the bathroom, dismisses Stacey’s concerns, and mutters Helen’s name five times in anguish. She then appears before him, now also a wraith, and orgasmically dismembers him, leaving another brutalised corpse to further the legend of the hook-handed killer.

The Summary:
While I didn’t grow up with Candyman like I did other horror franchises, it remains one of the most haunting and striking of its genre even to this day. The score and atmosphere work in tandem with Tony Todd’s eye-catching look and voice to essentially create a modern-day gothic icon not unlike Count Dracula. These comparisons are especially apt when you consider Candyman as a tragic, romantic figure and that Helen even attempts to “stake” him with a hook while he’s slumbering. Candyman tackles relatable themes like segregation and racial prejudice and uses them as a backdrop for its supernatural elements, presenting a world where there’s a clear class and race divide that breeds resentment and violence. This is the perfect kindling for Candyman’s legend, which is so prevalent that street thugs are copying his look and gimmick to spread fear. Virginia Madsen delivers a nuanced performance as Helen, going from a fearless investigator to being captivated by Candyman’s allure and descending into near madness due to his actions. Tony Todd cemented his status as a screen and horror icon with this role, presenting Candyman as a loquacious, irresistible, and horrifying figure who, unlike his killers, doesn’t discriminate when choosing victims. Candyman wishes only to live as a feared memory, only taking lives when called forth and to bolster his legend, but actively torments Helen to start a new story and help him live on. While gore is used sparingly, it makes a hell of an impact when it appears and Candyman’s kills are disturbingly psycho-sexual in their brutality. It’s a very beautiful and atmospheric film, sneaking some chilling and startling moments amidst its painfully relevant story, and remains perhaps the greatest urban gothic horror of its time.

My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

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Movie Night: The Mummy (1999)

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Released: 7 May 1999
Director: Stephen Sommers
Distributor: Universal Pictures
Budget: $80 million
Stars: Brendan Fraser, Rachel Weisz, Arnold Vosloo, John Hannah, Kevin J. O’Connor, and Oded Fehr

The Plot:
Coerced into leading a team to the fabled “City of the Dead”, Hamunaptra, roguish former Legionnaire Rick O’Connell (Fraser) faces the wrath of cursed, undead priest Imhotep (Vosloo) after they unknowingly disturb his ancient tomb.

The Background:
When British archaeologist Howard Carter and his benefactor, Lord Carnarvon, discovered Tutankhamun’s tomb in 1922, they unearthed an elaborate sarcophagus. This inspired producer Carl Laemmle Jr. to task Richard Schayer to produce a Mummy-centric horror movie to go alongside Universal Studios’ previous success with Dracula (Browning, 1931) and Frankenstein (Whale, 1831). The result was The Mummy (Freund, 1932). a modest box office success heralded as a classic of it era. After decades of reinterpretations of this original concept, producers James Jacks and Sean Daniel pitched an updated version in the late-1980s, though Universal only agreed if they kept the budget small. Zombie godfather George Romero and horror maestro Clive Barker were initially attached to the project, which spent some time in Development Hell before the studio agreed to finance a bigger budget period piece and lifelong fan Stephen Sommers came onboard. Reimagining the concept as a romantic-adventure-horror piece inspired by the Indiana Jones trilogy (Spielberg, 1981 to 1989), Sommers cast rising star Brendan Fraser for his swashbuckling allure, while Arnold Vosloo both lost weight and put his theatre background to good use as the tortured Imhotep. While prosthetics were implemented wherever possible, $15 million of the budget was spent on cutting-edge CGI effects, such as painstakingly creating the desiccated Imhotep and an ambitious CGI sandstorm. Though criticised for its historical accuracy, The Mummy’s $818.1 million box office made it an unexpected blockbuster success praised for its action-packed narrative, adventurous spirit, and impressive special effects. Fraser was especially praised and the film was followed by two sequels, an animated spin-off, kickstarted the Rock’s acting career, and is widely regarded as one of the best adventure movies of its era.

The Review:
As this is the story of disgraced High Priest Imhotep, The Mummy opens with a flashback to ages past, narrated by the Medjai warrior later known as Ardeth Bay (Fehr), to show how Imhotep came to be cursed. It seems the horny priest couldn’t keep his hands off Pharaoh Seti I’s (Aharon Ipalé) alluring young bride, Princess Anck-su-namun (Patricia Velásquez), and the two were so besotted that they conspired to murder the pharaoh. The ever-watchful Medjai instantly acted, leading Anck-su-namun to commit suicide, believing her lover would resurrect her with the fabled Book of the Dead (not that one). Unfortunately for Imhotep and his loyal followers, the ceremony was interrupted by the Medjai, who subjected the priest to the worst fate imaginable. He was mummified alive, buried with flesh-eating scarabs, and cursed to exist in a state of limbo, not quite dead or alive. However, this punishment carried a hefty and ridiculous upside, namely that Imhotep would gain incredible supernatural powers if disturbed. He would be a living cataclysm, bringing about the fabled “Ten Plagues of Egypt” (a locust swarm, rivers turning to blood, all that jazz) and herald the end of the world. In hindsight, it seems it would’ve been far easier and less trouble to simply execute Imhotep as the Medjai then spent lifetimes guarding his tomb in Hamunaptra. Hundreds of years later, soldier Rick O’Connell stumbles upon the accursed sight while fighting a losing battle against the Tuareg. This sees Rick’s entire garrison but himself and cowardly opportunist Beni Gabor (Kevin J. O’Connor) wiped out in search of the ancient treasure buried in the long-forgotten “City of the Dead”.

Roguish Rick leads Evy and her brother on an expedition to a forgotten, cursed city.

Three years later, Rick (now a dishevelled mercenary) is imprisoned in Cairo and sentenced to be hanged by lecherous warden Gad Hassan (Omid Djalili). Luckily for Rick, he was recently pick-pocketed by unscrupulous Jonathan Carnahan (Hannah) who brings his prize to his bookish, scholarly sister, Evelyn “Evy” Carnahan (Weisz). Though intrigued and baffled by the artefact, Evy immediately recognises that it contains a map to Hamunaptra and eagerly requests to get some much-needed field experience searching for the fabled city, only for her superior, Doctor Terence Bey (Erick Avari), burns a vital part of the map, ostensibly to protect them from running off on a fool’s errand. Undeterred, Evy has Jonathan take her to the man he stole it from and, though aghast by Rick’s boorish nature, successfully barters for his freedom in return for leading an expedition to Hamunaptra. Although Rick has no love for Hamunaptra, he feels he owes Evy a debt and is obviously captivated by her beauty, innocence, and drive to prove that she’s more than a simple clumsy librarian. Evy finds herself constantly daydreaming of the spontaneous kiss she shared with Rick and excited by the adventure, seemingly naïve to any danger, excitedly explaining local legends and superstitions and identifying the best places to dig. While unimpressed by Rick’s impudence, Evy’s nevertheless besotted by him and, honestly who could blame her? Brendan Fraser excels as a gunslinging rogue and is a constant highlight, bringing a wit and determination that makes Rick an easy character to root for. Rick has fantastic chemistry with Evy, who’s essentially the exact opposite of him, and admires her determination, though he’s reluctant to face the danger after Imhotep is unleashed and only does so to keep Evy safe.

Evy’s scholarly knowledge and Ardeth’s experience help combat the malicious mummy.

While travelling to Hamunaptra, Rick finds Beni leading some well-funded and well-equipped Americans to the same location. Thanks to Beni being a snivelly little weasel and a constant screw up, Rick successfully leads Evy to Hamunaptra first and the two groups continue to try and one-up each other as they search the site. Thanks to Evy, Rick and the others uncover Imhotep’s long-forgotten tomb, though Egyptologist Doctor Allen Chamberlain (Jonathan Hyde) discovers the Book of the Dead but cannot open it without Evy’s artifact. Knowing this, Evy “borrows” the hefty tomb and reads from it, despite Rick’s objections, unwittingly reawakening an ancient evil. Imhotep’s powers immediately manifest, causing a swarm of locusts to drive both groups into the underground chambers, where Imhotep ruthlessly robs short-sighted Bernard Burns (Tuc Watkins) of his eyes and tongue before being stunned by Evy’s likeness to Anck-su-namun and procuring Benji’s services since he speaks the “language of the slaves”. Both groups are then hounded by the Mummy, who finishes off Burns and similarly absorbs the flesh from Isaac Henderson (Stephen Dunham) and David Daniels (Corey Johnson), quickly regaining confidence and power, much to the horror of the Medjai. Despite attacks by the Medjai and Ardeth’s warnings, the groups persist and struggle to comprehend what they’ve unleashed, though Ardeth eventually joins them in combatting the Mummy despite mortal weapons having little effect on the creature. Even Jonathan, largely lethargic and cowardly, steps up, gunning down Medjai and hiding amongst the brainwashed civilians once Imhotep’s powers increase and proving himself useful in the finale, despite his distinct disadvantages compared to his sister when it comes to reaching ancient hieroglyphics.

Though driven by love, Imhotep’s Biblical powers are a threat to the world.

Although Imhotep is motivated by a burning desire to reunite with his beloved, the Mummy is a fearsome and formidable adversary. He seemed to have no interest in world destruction in ancient times but happily calls forth Biblical plagues once resurrected, smiting foes with falling meteorites, siccing his undead loyalists upon those who defy him, and even manifesting a sandstorm to knock Rick from the sky after he drafts drunken, suicidal World War I pilot Captain Winston Havelock (Bernard Fox) to help rescue Evy. Despite initially awakening as a decrepit, desiccated skeleton and fearing cats (the “guardians of the underworld”), Imhotep wields awesome power, easily shrugging off bullets, ripping out organs, and sucking the flesh from his victims with a supernatural scream. Each victim restores more of him, eventually returning the glorious Arnold Vosloo to the screen, where he exudes a quiet, confident menace with a simple glance. Though Beni acts as his translator, Imhotep’s intentions are always clear through his smirk, glare, and body language, to the point where he and Rick understand each other during their tense showdown in Cairo. While it’s not emphasised much as we only see the effects of Imhotep’s actions in the nearby area, it’s stated that Imhotep will destroy the entire world once reunited with Anck-su-namun. However, the primary concern is rescuing Evy before she’s sacrificed to complete Anck-su-namun’s resurrection. Anck-su-namun is Imhotep’s greatest weakness (aside from cats…) as he constantly stops to gaze upon Evy. Evy even uses this to her advantage, kissing Imhotep to dispel his sandstorm, though he has no hesitation in ordering his undead followers to pin her down to be killed so her true love can return.

The Nitty-Gritty:
The Mummy is a great example of a remake done right as it reinterprets the 1932 original as a period-piece adventure film. The basic plot of the original film is here but mainly condensed to the opening sequence and the general threat of an undead mummy trying to resurrect his former love. Comparisons to the Indiana Jones movies are suitable, but not entirely apt. Rick is nothing like Doctor Henry Jones Junior/Indiana Jones except that they’re both rugged, capable heroes. Indeed, Indy’s academic traits are ascribed to Evy (and, to a lesser extent, Jonathan) as Rick’s knowledge comes from experience and hearsay. While the film veers towards horror, it’s noticeable light on gore. When Burns gets his eyes and tongue removed, for example, they’re merely gaping voids in his pained face and it’s always obscured when characters get their flesh melted or devoured. Still, The Mummy doesn’t need to be a gore-fest and is much more enjoyable as a more accessible horror adventure film, and it still has some unsettling visuals. Imhotep’s rotting form is quite disturbing and the flesh-eating scarabs are probably very disturbing for entomophobes. The Mummy also has a great sense of humour, especially in the banter between Rick, Evy, and Jonathan and the depiction of many action scenes. There’s a goofy quality to the mummy fights as their limbs and heads are hacked off and it’s fun seeing Rick’s completely understandable reactions, like screaming in Imhotep’s face, fleeing when his mummified hoards advance, and openly criticising poor decisions like returning to Hamunaptra, reading from the Book of the Dead, and fighting the functionally invincible Imhotep.

While some effects are better than others, there’s still a lot of fun action in this adventure.

While I have a lot of nostalgia for The Mummy, I’d be lying if the CGI has stood the test of time. At times, it works really well, generally in low lighting or alongside practical effects, and it’s clear that a lot of effort went into rendering Imhotep’s “juicy”, skeletal corpse. However, it can look quite cartoonish, especially when the lighting’s off or he appears in broad daylight, scarabs scuttling under his flesh and his jaw hanging crooked. It was pretty ground-breaking at the time, though, and they’re still impressive shots, they’ve just not aged well. Paradoxically, it’s somewhat disappointing when the alluring Arnold Vosloo returns as a CGI mummy, a big selling point, but he still showcases some supernatural abilities, such as reattaching his severed limb and turning into sand. Surprisingly, these sentient sand effects have held up really well and I love the added detail of Imhotep’s screaming, smirking face in the effect. The plagues also look great, especially the meteor shower and the disgusting boils that appear on Imhotep’s brainwashed slaves, though his mummified cronies are hit or miss. I think the budget was stretched thin by the finale and the filmmakers were a tad ambitious in bringing a dozen or so mummies to the screen. This is best evidenced when you compare Imhotep’s followers to Anck-su-namun, who looks much better (and creepier) for being a practical effect. There are some fun gunfights though, with Rick impressing with his dual pistols, constant supply of firearms, and adaptability as he wards off the Medjai and waves Evy’s cat at Imhotep. The sets are also impressive, ominous recreations of Egyptian tombs and catacombs to really give a sense of foreboding when the characters are stumbling around in the dark.

Imhotep’s plot to be reunited with his lover are undone, with Rick and Evy finding love instead.

Having hunted down the Americans, Imhotep reaches full power, recovering the Book of the Dead and kidnapping Evy so she can be sacrificed at Hamunaptra. Determined to rescue her and stop the Mummy using the fabled Book of Amum-ra, Rick drafts Jonathan, Winston, and Ardeth into helping him and successfully braves Imhotep’s storm (with some quick thinking from Evy), though Winston is lost in the crash. Since Imhotep needs time to read the incantations and return Anck-su-namun from the underworld, he conjures his mummified acolytes for a fun action sequence where Rick hacks at some mummies and Ardeth blasts them with a machine gun. After retrieved the Book of Amum-ra, Jonathan uses it to distract Imhotep, allowing Rick to free Evy, though she’s attacked by the wretched, undead corpse of Anck-su-namun as Imhotep’s soldiers prepare to finish Rick. Thanks to Evy, Jonathan gains control of Imhotep’s minions, ordering them to hack Anck-su-namun to pieces, much to Imhotep’s rage. He takes his anger out on Rick, manhandling him and preparing to throttle him, only for Evy and Jonathan to read a second incantation that sees Anubis strip Imhotep’s powers. Undeterred, Imhotep prepares to finish his foes off, only to stupidly walk right into Rick’s sword. Startled, Imhotep stumbles into a pool of tar-like liquid, where wailing spirits rapidly decompose him (though he does manage ominously state, “Death… is only the beginning.”) Though victorious, Rick and the others are forced to flee when Beni, who decided to ransack the temple, accidentally triggers a boobytrap. Despite all his flaws and misdeeds, Rick makes a valiant effort to save Beni, but he gets distracted by his haul and left behind with the scarabs. Still, our heroes escape, earning Ardeth’s gratitude, and they ride off with a haul of riches and Rick and Evy finally sharing a passionate and consensual kiss.

The Summary:
While I generally prefer the sequel, The Mummy still holds up really well. Considering how much I disliked the original film and how awful the later reboot was, this is a fun action/adventure with a lot of heart and humour mixed with some light horror elements and thrilling action. Brendan Fraser excels as roguish gunslinger Rick O’Connell, who is immediately likeable and extremely capable while still flawed and vulnerable. I loved how he was so smitten by Evy that it occasionally rattled his confidence, and how he threw himself into every situation regardless of how sceptical he was. His banter with Evy and Jonathan was a constant highlight and he’s honestly a joy to watch, as is the disgustingly beautiful Rachel Weisz, who perfectly embodies this meek but feisty academic who eventually finds the courage to speak her mind. Jonathan was a great counterbalance to them both and I was always intrigued by the mystery surrounding Ardeth Bay, who really should’ve gotten a spin-off. Arnold Vosloo makes for a deliciously menacing villain, yet one who’s still quite tragic and sympathetic since he’s motivated by love and cursed to be a horrific creature. Although I stand by my criticism of the CGI, The Mummy still boasts some impressive special effects that largely hold up and the desiccated mummy design is very well done. I liked how the film expertly balanced its accessible horror with more action-orientated elements and kept the stakes grounded, but with the suggestion that the world was also at stake. In the end, The Mummy is still a fantastic film that far surpasses the original and has stood the test of time as a hugely enjoyable romp with some memorable characters, fun action, and impressive (if, let’s be honest, dated) special effects.

My Rating:

Rating: 4 out of 5.

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