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Movie Night [00-Heaven]: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

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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: 19 December 1969
Director: Peter R. Hunt
Distributor: United Artists
Budget: $7 million
Stars: George Lazenby, Diana Rigg, Telly Savalas, Gabriele Ferzetti/David de Keyser, and Ilse Steppat

The Plot:
While posing as a genealogist to uncover terrorist mastermind Ernst Stavro Blofeld’s (Savalas) mad plot to cause bacteriological warfare through brainwashed agents, British secret agent James Bond/007 (Lazenby) reluctantly romances and falls for the reckless Contessa Teresa “Tracy” di Vicenzo (Rigg).

The Background:
Created by former Navy intelligence officer Ian Fleming. MI6 super spy James Bond was famously brought to life by Sean Connery, beginning a long-running cinematic franchise. However, Connery’s decision to retire from the role sent producers Albert R. Broccoli and Harry Saltzman’s plans for the sixth 007 film out of whack as much as the ongoing rights issues regarding Blofeld and the Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion (SPECTRE). When their top choice to replace Connery, Roger Moore, became unavailable, the producers cast Australian model George Lazenby, who had little acting experience. Director Peter R. Hunt also chose to recast Blofeld with Telly Savalas, seeking a more physical presence for the villain, while Diana Rigg became the latest “Bond Girl” after producers were impressed with her work on The Avengers (1961 to 1969). Although the tabloids claimed Rigg despised Lazenby, the actor later quashed these rumours, though he did refuse to return as 007 out of fears of being typecast. Largely filmed in Switzerland, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service became as famous for its ski sequences as its tragic ending, which saw Hunt purposely wear Lazenby down to force the required emotion from him. Despite its $82 million box office being one of the highest of 1969, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service made considerably less than the previous Bond movies and critics loathed Lazenby’s portrayal and unfairly compared him to Connery. While this led to the producers desperately offering Connery an unprecedented deal to return in the following movie, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is now generally seen as an under-rated entry in the franchise, one praised for its visual beauty and stirring performances.

The Review:
On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (OHMSS) features the one and only appearance of George Lazenby as the world-famous super spy. Amusingly, the film sets a tone for subsequent newcomers to the role by largely obscuring Lazenby’s features in the traditional pre-title sequence and slowly introducing his new interpretation of Bond. This is all done with a mixture of brutal action, intrigue, and tongue-in-cheek humour as Bond comments on his inability to get the girl. Once the titles are done, OHMSS apes Bond’s first appearance in these films by sitting him at a poker table and piling up the winnings with casual confidence. Once again, Bond runs into the alluring woman from the opening, whom he saved from an apparent suicide attempt, only to get the cold shoulder even after he bails her out from her poor card playing. Though she agrees to meet him in her hotel room, Bond is once again jumped from behind and gets into another fist fight. When Bond returns to his room and finds the woman, the stubborn Tracy, she denies any knowledge of his attackers and spends the night with him, only to disappear in the morning and for Bond to be coerced into a car. Thus, our introduction to this new Bond is somewhat inconsistent. On the one hand, he has the same look, penchant for cigarettes and fine dining, and card skills as his predecessor and is pretty good in a fight. On the other hand, he’s constantly being jumped at random, keeps getting the brush off from Tracy (who seems to resent his interference), and has no choice but to go along when he’s kidnapped as he’s powerless to do much else. Sure, Sean Connery was in similar positions, but I think it might’ve helped if the opening established Bond was following Tracy as part of his investigation into SPECTRE.

Newcomer Lazenby is as ill-suited to the role as Bond is at impersonating Sir Hillary.

Bond is taken to meet Tracy’s father, Marc-Ange Draco (Ferzetti/de Keyser), a charismatic mob boss who despairs of his wayward daughter and wishes Bond to “dominate her” to set her straight, even offering him £1 million if he woos and marries her. Though he’s attracted to Tracy, Bond rejects the offer, aghast at being tied down or compromising himself, but changes his mind when Draco agrees to offer information on the whereabouts of Blofeld, SPECTRE’s elusive mastermind. Thus, Bond sets to work cooling Tracy’s cold heart but is angered when he returns to London and his cantankerous superior, “M” (Bernard Lee), relieves him of the Blofeld mission. Although ready to quit in protest, Bond’s granted two weeks leave thanks to the intervention of Miss Moneypenny (Lois Maxwell) and heads to Portugal for Draco’s birthday. There, Tracy is incensed to learn that her father is using her as a bartering tool and angrily forces Draco to give Bond the information so he won’t be obligated to waste time with her. However, this is merely a front for the feelings Tracy has developed for the suave secret agent and, having grown fond of her as well, Bond smooths things over and the two properly fall for one another. However, this romance takes a noticeable backseat when Draco points Bond to a law firm, which he swiftly breaks into to discover that Blofeld is posing as Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp and has established a restricted clinical allergy research institute in the Swiss Alps. Bringing his evidence to M, Bond is swiftly allowed to meet with and assume the identity of Sir Hilary Bray (George Baker), a genealogist who’s been asked to verify Blofeld’s ancestry. Adopting an exaggerated accent, ill-fitting clothes, and glasses, Bond is taken to Piz Gloria by Blofeld’s number two, the grim-faced but accommodating Irma Bunt (Ilse Steppat), and a curious game of cat-and-mouse begins.

Womanising Bond falls for headstrong Tracy, who loses her edge after having her heart melted by 007.

Unfortunately, this is where OHMSS really falls apart for me. It’s ludicrous to think that Blofeld wouldn’t immediately recognise Bond, whose disguise is somehow worse than the Japanese cosplay he adopted in the previous film, especially after they’ve already met. It’s pretty obvious that Blofeld is aware of the deception from the start and simply plays along to prove his superiority over Bond, or perhaps because he finds it amusing, genuinely believing he has a legitimate claim to being Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp since he has (presumably forged) documentation and has cut off his ear lobes to match the Bleuchamp bloodline. While Bond is as well versed in many subjects as ever, he spends some time with Sir Hillary to learn about genealogy and mimic his mannerisms, appearing to be a meek intellectual who, while exceedingly polite, has little interest in the beautiful women being treated for allergies at Piz Gloria. However, since his disguise is little more than a pipe and a kilt, Bond naturally catches the eye of the patients, who are incredibly horny. Thus, while Bunt enforces strict rules within the clinic, both Bond and the girls sneak out for a few bunk ups, though this seems to merely be a passing distraction for Bond. It also proves to be his undoing, as Bunt surprises him and Blofeld chastises his lustful ways since it was just one of many signs that “Sir Hillary” wasn’t who he claimed to be. Bond’s far more capable when it comes to escaping Blofeld’s compound, skiing to safety only to be relentlessly hounded in Lauterbrunnen. This is when Tracy finally returns, rescuing Bond, and he spontaneously decides he’s so in love with her that he wants to marry her and give up his violent lifestyle and womanising ways.

Blofeld and his operation have undergone a significant facelift but are still bent on chaos.

After finally being revealed as a scheming, disfigured criminal mastermind in the previous film, Blofeld has spent the last two years transforming into the fetching, silver-tongued director of a special clinic for those suffering from crippling allergies. Charismatic and sophisticated, Blofeld charms his patients and commends their progress and is so confident in his allure that he even tries to seduce Tracy after kidnapping her from an avalanche. To the outside world, Blofeld is a reclusive and private individual whose clinic is so restricted that unauthorised visitors are shot at and turned away on sight. Oddly, it seems Blofeld has the perfect setup at Piz Gloria but he draws undue attention to himself by claiming to be Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp, something which has little relevance to his true, mad plot. While Blofeld has successfully cured or aided his patients’ allergies using hypnosis, he’s also been brainwashing them into being his unsuspecting “Angels of Death”, charging them with unleashing a biological agent that will render all plant and animal life impotent. Blofeld’s endgame is to hold the world to ransom, threatening famine and extinction unless he’s given amnesty for his crimes and the title of Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp. While we don’t get to see this chemical agent in action, Blofeld provides a small sample to the United Nations and keeps Bond prisoner to verify his threat, confident that his demands will be met before a cure is inevitably found. So horrifying is Blofeld’s threat that the world’s governments agree to roll over, pointedly refusing Bond’s demands to launch a strike on Piz Gloria and cut Blofeld off from commanding his Angels of Death. Thus, Bond turns to his future father-in-law, Draco, who happily agrees to lead an assault on Piz Gloria to both rescue Tracy (though their haphazard gunfire says otherwise) and stop Blofeld’s mad scheme.

The Nitty-Gritty:
I’ve always found OHMSS to be a particularly dull Bond movie, and Lazenby’s mediocre turn as the character is only part of it. The film lacks a punchy title song, preferring excerpts of Louis Armstrong’s “We Have All the Time in the World”, a fittingly smoochy and emotional tune that hits doubly hard during the tragic finale.  Additionally, Bond noticeably lacks any fun gadgets; “Q” (Desmond Llewelyn) is merely a cameo and the best we get is a massive safe picking machine, a deconstructed sniper rifle, and a bog-standard printer/copier. I am a fan of the romance angle, though, of Bond learning there’s more to life than random hook ups and his staunch commitment to Queen and Country. However, the execution is lacking. I liked that Tracy initially appeared forthright and almost dismissive of Bond, barely caring that he was getting roughed up or giving him the time of day. However, Draco is right when he notices that Tracy “likes [him]” but is hiding behind a stubborn façade as Tracy falls for Bond like any other woman. She even acknowledges that Bond is unlikely to return those feelings, and yet helps him Lauterbrunnen and is so delighted by his proposal that she cries tears of happiness every time he’s around. The shadow of Tracy’s former, headstrong self resurfaces when she’s held captive by Blofeld as she attempts to disarm him with her beauty and even puts up a decent fight against his men, but she loses so much of her edge so quickly that it’s hard to see why Bond falls for her as she simply becomes another pretty girl who’s besotted by him. I also rate OHMSS poorly because it’s such a slog, churning along at a snail’s pace and placing so much focus on Bond’s ridiculous infiltration of Piz Gloria that wouldn’t have fooled a blind man!

A beautiful, but largely dull movie best known for its snowy locations and ski-chase sequences.

Still, there are some positives to OHMSS. The film is very beautiful, with the snowy Swiss Alps providing a gorgeous backdrop for Blofeld’s compound. While his facility isn’t as memorable as a hollowed-out volcano launch base, it is very slick and futuristic, forcing Bond to find ways to escape his confinement and brainwashing the girls to follow Blofeld’s commands. Bond gets into a lot of scuffles in OHMSS, generally emerging unscathed after summarily drowning his foes, flinging them off the Swiss Alps or tumbling into a wood chipper, and constantly lashing out to catch his capturers off-guard. Naturally, most chases occur either in the snow or down the dangerous Swiss Alps, with the finest rear projection money selling the illusion that the actors are in the thick of it. All joking aside, the skiing sequences are really fun. It is bizarre that Blofeld’s henchman can’t hit their target when there’s no cover around, but then they are rocketing down a mountain at high speed so I’ll forgive it. Seeing them careen off the side is quite harrowing, and watching Blofeld set off an avalanche to bury his hated foe made for an exciting sequence (though it’s a little unbelievable that Bond survived). There are also a couple of car chases here, but the big action set piece comes when Bond and Draco assault Blofeld’s lair. Strangely, considering how fortified the compound appears, Blofeld has no anti-aircraft guns and is initially easily deceived by Draco’s claims to be on a mercy mission. His men are thus ill-equipped against a full-scale assault, easily being gunned down and blown over balconies when Bond attacks. OHMSS utilises some impressive miniatures to showcase Piz Gloria’s destruction, though there’s a painfully noticeable delay (even by Bond movie standards) between Draco’s wristwatch, the bomb timer, and Bond and Blofeld escaping the compound before it blows.

Blofeld spitefully returns to deliver a tragic blow to Bond in the shocking finale.

Having narrowly escaped, Blofeld stumbles down the mountainside with Bond in hot pursuit. Any sense of poise, composure, and authority is evaporated once Blofeld speeds off in a bobsleigh, desperately taking pot shots at Bond and comically fumbling with a grenade! Desperate to get his man, Bond doesn’t let a little thing like being blown from his bobsleigh slow him down and gets into a clumsy fist fight with the SPECTRE head that ends with Blofeld seemingly killed by a branch. Seemingly victorious, Bond makes good on his promise and marries Tracy before friends and family. Though obviously heartbroken, even Miss Moneypenny is pleased for Bond and the ceremony allows former enemies M and Draco to reminisce on previous encounters between their organisations. Elated to have found a woman worth settling down for, Bond and Tracy drive towards a seemingly happy future, already planning to build a family together. However, their overly decorated wedding car draws much attention and Bond realises that he never bought his wife a gift, or flowers, so he pulls over to strip the vehicle and share a sweet moment with Tracy. Unfortunately for him, Blofeld not only survived their anti-climatic battle but returns with a vengeance, barrelling towards them at high speed (comically sporting a neck brace) alongside Bunt. Bond barely has time to flinch before Bunt unloads with a machine gun but is determined to chase after the villain. However, Bond’s horrified to see that Tracy has been killed by a bullet to the forehead. As a passing motorist stops by, Bond cradles his dead wife, barely holding back tears, and briefly taking solace in denial before succumbing to a grief that would come to define much of his later characterisation.

The Summary:
I’ve never been a fan of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and have long held the belief that the film would’ve struggled to impress me even if Sean Connery or Roger Moore had been in the role. Connery being Bond would’ve made things simpler, for sure, but I doubt even his magnetic presence would help with the uneven tone, slow pacing, and more ridiculous elements. As I understand it, many consider George Lazenby to be an under-rated Bond actor, though I disagree. He barely has the look, certainly doesn’t have the acting chops or screen presence, and is as thoroughly unconvincing as Bond as Bond is at impersonating Sir Hillary. Lazenby’s flaws are only exacerbated whenever he shares the screen with the charismatic Draco, the stunning Tracy, or the captivating Blofeld. While it annoys me that Blofeld is no longer scarred or a devious psychopath, Telly Savalas oozes charm and commands the screen, easily overshadowing Bond and yet portraying Blofeld so differently that he may as well have been a different villain. I did like the concept behind Tracy and her romance with Bond, but it was a mistake to make this a glorified side-plot and for her to disappear for the middle portion of the film. It might’ve been better to have her infiltrate Blofeld’s compound under the guise of needing treatment, or for her to have attended Blofeld’s facility and need to be freed from his control…anything to get her involved in the second act and avoid the nonsense Sir Hillary aspect. Admittedly, it was amusing seeing Bond work his way through the Angels of Death, but also a shitty move considering he was supposed to be in love with Tracy. The skiing sequences and explosive finale were decent, but the bobsleigh chase was laughable and OHMSS greatly suffers from a lack of memorable gadgets. The only reason anyone remembers it is the tragic and dramatic ending, which shows Bond at his most vulnerable and hits like a blow to the gut. However, this isn’t enough to elevate OHMSS, which remains one of my least favourite Bond movies and a mere footnote in the character’s history, which is a shame considering how relevant its finale was to future interpretations of the character.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Could Be Better

Do you think I’m being too harsh on On Her Majesty’s Secret Service or do you agree that it’s one of the weaker Bond movies? Are you a fan of George Lazenby or do you agree that he was miscast? What did you think to Telly Savalas’s less monstrous version of Blofeld? Were you left devastated by the ending? Which Bond actor, film, story, villain, or moment is your favourite? How are you celebrating James Bond this month? Whatever you think about On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, or James Bond in general, feel free to leave a comment below, check out my other James Bond reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi to suggest more 007 content for the site.

Movie Night: Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

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Released: 4 November 1994
Director: Kenneth Branagh
Distributor: TriStar Pictures / Sony Pictures Releasing
Budget: $45 million
Stars: Kenneth Branagh, Robert De Niro, Helena Bonham Carter, Aidan Quinn, and Ian Holm

The Plot:
Obsessed with preventing death, eccentric scientist Victor Frankenstein (Branagh) patches together a monstrous being (De Niro), who embarks on malicious crusade when its creator rejects it.

The Background:
In a bid to tell a story that spoke to “the mysterious fears of our nature” while snowed in in Geneva, eighteen year old Mary Shelley dreamed up Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus in 1818, attracting much controversy for its blasphemous content and producing a celebrated piece of literary fiction. Following a short silent film in 1910, Frankenstein saw considerable success on the stage and silver screen thanks to James Whales’ 1931 horror classic and Boris Karloff’s iconic performance. Following numerous additional reinterpretations, and the incredible critical and commercial success of Bram Stoker’s Dracula (Coppola, 1992), director Francis Ford Coppola wanted to helm a more faithful adaptation of the book before moving into a producer role. Coppola’s first mandate was that Robert De Niro be cast as the tragic creature and that Kenneth Branagh should direct. Next, Frank Darabont was drafted to rewrite Steph Lady’s initial script, though he later lamented that Branagh had heavily altered his vision for the film. Alongside a far more fantastical depiction of the Monster’s reanimation, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein presented a dramatically different version of the creature, one far closer to Shelley’s text than other adaptations. With a box office of $112 million, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was a modest financial success met with mostly mixed reviews that criticised the manic pace and surprisingly bland execution, while praising De Niro’s heart wrenching performance and the intriguing exploration of Victor’s haunting obsessions.

The Review:
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein immediately gets off on the right food by establishing a framing narrative the echoes the original text, beginning by following Captain Robert Walton as he leads his crew in a desperate bid to find a path through the ice to the North Pole. Unfortunately, the journey is so perilous and difficult that his crew are close to breaking point. Even when the ship gets trapped in ice, Captain Walton refuses to turn back, having spent his entire fortune funding the trip and being driven by an obsession with etching his name in history, no matter the cost. As the crew frantically try to free the ship and entertain thoughts of mutiny, they’re startled by an inhuman howl and amazed when a dishevelled cloaked figure appears from the storm, babbling about some “thing” out on the ice. Captain Walton takes the exhausted stranger in and cares for him, curious about what’s waiting in the frigid wasteland, only to be introduced to the manic, wild-eyed rantings of Victor Frankenstein, who begs Captain Walton to give up his crusade due to the danger of the mysterious thing pursuing him. When Captain Walton refuses, scoffing and enraged at the idea of being denied his destiny, Frankenstein is distraught to see the stubborn captain shares his madness and, in a bid to convince him to turn back before he destroys himself and his crew, tells Captain Walton his life story. This is related through the remainder of the film, with some correspondence between Frankenstein and his adopted sister, Elizabeth (Carter), and excerpts from Frankenstein’s journal mirroring the epistolary nature of the novel, and being bookended by Captain Walton’s reaction to Frankenstein’s crazed story of scientific obsession turned to destruction.

Obsessed with defeating death, Frankenstein employs immoral and outlawed sciences to create life.

Frankenstein met Elizabeth when they were children (Rory Jennings and Hannah Taylor-Gordon) and spent his whole life caring for her as though she were his own, as instructed by his beloved mother, Caroline (Cherie Lunghi), and expert surgeon father, Baron Alphonse Frankenstein (Holm). Even from an early age, Frankenstein hungered for knowledge and conducted many eccentric experiments using ancient tomes, mostly concerning the transfer and nature of energy, to the amazement of his family. Unfortunately, Frankenstein’s youth was marred by tragedy as his mother died giving birth to his younger brother, William/Willie (Charles Wyn-Davies/Ryan Smith), an event that traumatised Frankenstein and began his obsession with defeating death. Upon arriving at the University of Ingolstadt to follow in his father’s footsteps, Frankenstein immediately gains notoriety for studying and championing unconventional texts and authors long considered heretics or sorcerers, angering his more rational and scientifically minded tutors, who believe their focus should be on saving lives using the scientific method. Obstinate and arrogant, Frankenstein secretly continues his experiments alongside his enthusiastic (if medically conventional) friend Henry Clerval (Tom Hulce), but his outbursts attract the curiosity of Professor Waldman (John Cleese), who touted similar beliefs in the past and was tarnished because of it. Frequent discussions and experiments with Professor Waldman further Frankenstein’s obsession with preventing or reversing death, discovering that the applying electricity to key areas of the body can reanimate corpses, though even Professor Walden refuses to share his notes and divulge how close he came before giving up his crusade. Frankenstein, however, is undeterred and only redoubles his efforts after his mentor is senselessly murdered trying to prevent an outbreak of cholera. Despite Clerval’s objections, Frankenstein studies Professor Walden’s notes and arrogantly believes he can succeed where his mentor failed by acquiring the right “raw materials” for his “reanimate”, locking himself in his attic laboratory and ignoring his friends and loved ones as he works himself to exhaustion stitching together a monstrosity that he believes will be both smarter, stronger, and superior to man.

Frankenstein’s work sees him shun those closest to him, including his devoted adopted sister and lover.

Frankenstein’s fixation on overcoming death sees him become a recluse; he locks Clerval out and stops writing letters to his family and Elizabeth, who’s particularly distraught as the two became so close over the years that they couldn’t deny their feelings and vowed to be married once Frankenstein finished his studies. While it is admittedly quite disturbing to see these “siblings” suddenly lustful for each other, no one bats an eyelid at their romance because it’s been obvious to everyone, especially nursemaid Justine Moritz (Trevyn McDowell), who’s been in love when Frankenstein since they were children, that that two have always cared deeply for one another, Elizabeth is besotted by Frankenstein, eagerly anticipating consummating their relationship on their wedding night and desiring to bring new life to their family home through their children. Encouraged by Justine, Elizabeth travels to Ingolstadt to be with her lover, concerned for his welfare, only to find him a physical and emotional wreck living in squalor. Erratic and fixated on his work, Frankenstein shuns Elizabeth and sends her away, breaking her heart. However, when he’s discovered in a feverish stupor by Clerval, Frankenstein is nursed back to health by his friend and his love, reconciling with Elizabeth and suddenly vowing to give up his bizarre and secretive experiments. Frankenstein returns to his family home in Geneva, ready to commit himself to medical science alongside Clerval, and joyously announcing his engagement to his father, who celebrates the union as a blessed event. However, Frankenstein remains tight-lipped about his dark days isolated in his lab and refuses to speak of what transpired there, taking solace in his newfound happiness. Elizabeth and Alphonse are left devastated when Frankenstein’s past comes back to haunt him, however, as poor little Willie is brutally murdered on the family grounds and poor Justine is unfairly and unlawful lynched as the primary suspect, thrown off the prison roof and hanged by the bloodthirsty local despite the true culprit being a hideous creature of Frankenstein’s own making.

Robert De Niro disappears behind the creature’s monstrous make-up.

Following Professor Walden’s notes, Frankenstein cobbles together a brutish patchwork creature from bits and pieces of others, including the man who killed his mentor and Professor Walden’s brain. Using a bizarre contraption filled with amniotic fluid and powered by electric eels, Frankenstein maniacally sees his experiment through and is initially overjoyed when his creature comes to life. However, he immediately regrets his actions, echoing Professor Walden’s own conclusions, when the Monster appears ungainly, deformed, and brain damaged. Believing the creature to be dead, a remorseful Frankenstein forgets the entire thing, unaware that his creature stumbled through Ingolstadt in a daze before being driven to the countryside by paranoid locals who, upon seeing the monstrous visage, assumed it was the cause of the cholera outbreak. While in the woods, the Monster shelters in the barn of a kindly family of farmers, who are struggling to survive due to the bitter winter cold. Touched by their kindness towards each other and their plight, the creature secretly helps harvest their crops and learns (or, as it later says, remembers) how to read and write by observing them. When the creature defends the family’s blind grandfather (Richard Briers), it’s welcomed by the grateful old man, who shows compassion, only for the rest of the family to misread the situation and drive the Monster away before fleeing. Learning of its origins from Frankenstein’s journal, the enraged creature hunts down its creator and confronts him on “the sea of ice”, desperate to learn the purpose of its existence. Though a deeply sympathetic and pitiable creature, it’s hard to feel too bad for Frankenstein’s being when it delights in detailing how it crushed the life from Willie and set Justine up for her execution. It vows to indulge its insatiable rage if Frankenstein refuses to build it a mate, promising to disappear from the world if it has a companion to ease its suffering, and is presented as the personification of Frankenstein’s folly.

The Nitty-Gritty:
It’s been a while since I read the book, but Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is certainly the most accurate adaptation of the text I’ve ever seen. It has the framing narrative, showcases his family life, details his studies, and presents the Monster as being intelligent and articulate, all things largely ignored in the 1931 version. Frankenstein has always been a favourite of mine, largely because of this movie, which I believe was my first exposure to the story. It’s amusing to watch in some ways, however, since Frankenstein’s rantings about hair and fingernails regrowing after death have long been proven to have nothing to do with the body still being alive. Similarly, his experiments with electricity are shown to literally reanimate a frog when we know that any convulsions and movements are due to the electrical current. Frankenstein does touch upon some valid aspects of medicine in his rantings, however, like organ transfers, very much making him ahead of his time (and thus a heretic to the God-fearing scientific community). I’ve always found it odd, though, that Frankenstein stitches together his creation. Professor Walden’s notes state that the right “raw materials” may result in success, though it’s not clear what makes any of the body parts Frankenstein gets more “right” than others except when he harvests “the very finest brain” from his mentor. It seems like it’d be much easier to simply zap Professor Walden’s body to bring him back but, instead, Frankenstein cobbles together a creature he feels will be the perfect lifeform, only to be disgusted and ashamed of his feeble creation once he realises he’s made a massive mistake. I really enjoyed that we got to see the Monster learning from the family and the exploration of how its mind works. Many of its memories and abilities are presented as “trace memories”, as though each body part remembers something different from its previous life and the creature can use that knowledge to learnt to speak and play the flute while also being a completely unique personality, one driven by incredible love and equally powerful rage.

A visually memorable, gory, and faithful adaptation of the thought-provoking text.

It’s astounding to me that Robert De Niro, of all people, was cast as the creature but he does an excellent job depicting the Monster’s confusion, anguish, and hatred. Initially a mindless, wailing creature acting on instinct, the Monster comes to realise it is a living thing (in a sense) and has been abandoned by its creator. Its conversation with Frankenstein echoes the bitter resentment a man may have towards God and Frankenstein’s blunt, clinical answers about the creature’s purpose and origin speak to the disappointment one might feel upon asking God, “Why am I here?” Rather than being a bulky, block-headed giant lumbering about with bolts through it sneck, the Monster is a patchwork of skin and body parts, with De Niro’s eyes conveying the bulk of the emotion as the impressive make-up distorts his features. Instead of channelling a lightning bolt into his creation, Frankenstein constructs an elaborate and frankly ridiculous contraption that uses special chemicals, electrodes, and electric eels in an unsettlingly sexualised sack to birth his creature, somewhat overcomplicating the process but providing some unique visuals, if nothing else. The creature is depicted as being incredibly unstable, boasting superhuman strength and agility and seemingly impervious to the cold, and flip-flopping between loving and gentle and abhorrently brutal as it relishes killing Willie and tormenting Frankenstein. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein gets very gory, with death, especially, depicted as a messy and traumatising affair. Caroline and Professor Walden’s deaths are particularly gruesome, leaving the Frankenstein’s covered in blood, and Justine’s is notably harrowing given the senselessness of it all. Things come to a head when the Monster, enraged when Frankenstein breaks his vow, makes good on its promise and brutally murders Elizabeth on their wedding night, ripping out her heart and mangling her corpse with glass and fire. It’s no wonder that Frankenstein is so obsessed with defeating death considering these experiences, but his obsession is tainted by arrogance and a God complex that makes him foolhardy and stubborn, refusing to entertain any notions contrary to his or apply his admittedly keen mind towards perfecting surgeries and medicines to achieve his goal.

Frankenstein’s obsession ends in heartbreak and death when his creation demands recompense.

Although Frankenstein reluctantly agrees to create a mate for the Monster, desperate to atone for his mistakes and to give his creation some peace, he backs out on the deal when the experiment again alienates him from Elizabeth. Marshalling his family guards, Frankenstein abandons his work to marry Elizabeth, only to be devastated and horrified when the Monster tears out her heart in recompense. With his lover dead and his father dying of a broken heart following Willie’s murder, a grieving Frankenstein shuns Clerval’s objections and frantically stitches Elizabeth’s disfigured head to Justine’s corpse and recreates his experiment, desperate to be reunited with his love and lost to his insane obsession once more. Even when the confused, clearly disfigured and inept Elizabeth returns to life, Frankenstein refuses to realise what he’s done, begging her to say his name, slipping on her wedding gown and ring, and dancing with her with manic joy even as she flops around like a lifeless puppet. Frankenstein’s bliss is shattered when the Monster appears and claims Elizabeth for itself, her being drawn to the monstrous being on some primal instinct. While Frankenstein is elated when she finally chokes out his name, Elizabeth is horrified when she catches sight of her mangled reflection and incensed when the two fight over her, eventually choosing to immolate herself, taking Frankenstein’s home with her. Returning to Captain Walden, we learn that Frankenstein pursued his creature for months, always being drawn north, intent on killing the beast. However, Frankenstein succumbs to pneumonia and dies, much to the despair of his creation, who weeps for its “father”. Taking pity on the Monster, Captain Walden organises a funeral, only for the ice to crack and the Monster to choose to die alongside his father rather than return to the world of man. Finally, after seeing how destructive obsession can be and touched by Frankenstein’s story, Captain Walden agrees to abandon his crusade before he’s destroyed in the same way.

The Summary:
I’ve always had a soft spot for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein as it was my introduction to the story and sparked a lifelong fondness for the text, its stirring themes, and its complex, monstrous creature. However, it’s not a film I watch all that often as it is quite long and it does have some flaws. While Kenneth Branagh did an excellent job conveying Frankenstein’s obsession and mania, I think it was quite self-indulgent to cast himself in the movie. I’m not always convinced by Helena Bonham Carter or her relationship with Frankenstein, which is a bit questionable in this day and age, and the film overly complicates iconic moments like the construction and birth of the Monster, seemingly to be more grounded and realistic despite how fantastical the story is. Robert De Niro did a surprisingly great job as the Monster, however. I never would’ve pegged him for a role like this, but he showcases an unexpected emotional depth that perfectly captures the creature’s intense love and blinding fury, presenting a very different and much more accurate portrayal of the creature that challenges the popular depiction of it as a mindless, lumbering giant. This is a very beautiful film, with some fantastic sets and costumes, that really captures the period setting. It’ll always be weird to seeing the bizarre equipment used to bring the creature to life but it’s certainly memorable, and doubly unsettling when viewed as an allegory for birth. Frankenstein’s obsessions are very relatable, as is the Monster’s rage, and both are flawed, justified characters in different ways that really make you think about the nature of “good” and “evil”. The creature is like the personification of karma, relentlessly causing death and torment for its creator, literally destroying Frankenstein’s entire family for revenge. Had Frankenstein embraced and nurtured his creation, or simply destroyed it, much of the anguish he suffers could’ve been avoided but Frankenstein’s arrogance and superiority complex constantly prove his undoing. Ultimately, I can understand why many dislike Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein as it’s not the easiest film to watch, but it’s always been a not-so-guilty pleasure of mine and it remains as evocative today as it did when I was a teenager, so I have a lot of fondness for this flawed creation.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

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Movie Night: Frankenstein (1931)

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Released: 21 November 1931
Director: James Whale
Distributor: Universal Pictures
Budget: $262,007
Stars: Colin Clive, Boris Karloff/?, Mae Clarke, Dwight Frye, and Edward Van Sloan

The Plot:
Obsessed with playing God, eccentric scientist Henry Frankenstein (Clive) cobbles together a monstrous being (Karloff/?) whose child-like nature sees it embark on a rampage.

The Background:
“I busied myself to think of a story […] One which would speak to the mysterious fears of our nature, and awaken thrilling horror…” And so it was that Mary Shelley, while effectively snowed in in Geneva, thought up the concept for Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus at just eighteen years old. First published anonymously in 1818, what began as a ghost story that attracted much controversy due to Shelley’s gender and its blasphemous content, evolved into a celebrated piece of literary fiction whose scientific, gothic, and religious themes have been discussed endlessly for over two hundred years. Frankenstein was first adapted into a short silent film in 1910 but saw considerable success on the British stage, courtesy of Peggy Webling, despite numerous changes to the source material. Following their surprising success with Dracula (Browning, 1931), Universal Studios gave producer Carl Laemmle Jr. the go-ahead to produce more horror movies, with them acquiring the rights to the Frankenstein stage play. Though Laemmle Jr. initially planned to play the Monster, Dracula star Bela Lugosi was approached for the role but (in)famously turned it down as the initial script had stripped the creature of all nuance and humanity. Instead, the Monster was famously embodied by Boris Karloff, who endured long, painful hours in make-up to bring the creature to (un)life with a look that was noticeably removed from the book. Though subjected to rigorous censorship demands, Frankenstein was a remarkable box office hit at the time thanks, in part, to clever marketing. Despite its many differences from the book, Frankenstein was widely praised for Karloff’s captivating performance and as one of the best films of its year. The film stood the test of time as a horror classic, popularising this interpretation of the Monster for generations and leading to numerous sequels and reinterpretations of the text.

The Review:
Surprisingly, I do have some experience with Shelley’s Frankenstein, having studied it at secondary school and during my undergraduate years, if only briefly. Although I’ve read and written about the text before, it has been a while since I revisited the book and most of my experiences come from the movies, as with all the Universal Monsters characters. Still, I remember enough to know that Frankenstein is a very loose adaptation, missing many details and supplanting them with others, though some of the missing material was utilised in the sequel, Bride of Frankenstein (Whale, 1935), so literary purists may have a better time watching both back-to-back. The first and most obvious change is that Frankenstein is named “Henry” here, with his title given to his cantankerous father, Baron Frankenstein (Frederick Kerr) and his original first name given to his friend, Victor Moritz (John Boles), who’s essentially an adaptation of the book’s Henry Clerval. Frankenstein also has a simple-minded, hunchbacked assistant in the movie (named Fritz (Frye) rather than the more mainstream “Igor”) rather than working alone, the Monster is deathly afraid of fire and never speaks, and many events are shuffled around. This is largely because, like Dracula, Frankenstein is based more on the stage play than the text, but it does mean the movie hits differently and explores alternate, if tangentially similar, themes regarding science, playing God, and the nature of man. The very fact that Frankenstein deals with such issues, no doubt shocking to a God-fearing world, potentially explains why the film opens with star Edward Van Sloan warning audiences to turn away if they’re shocked by such content. Indeed, the horror of Frankenstein, at the time, was just as much about a man playing God as it was the titular (or not so titular) Monster, since the idea that anyone but God can create life would’ve been deeply blasphemous and the fear of the unknown (in this case, science) would’ve made the subject matter particularly upsetting, I’m sure.

Despite warnings from his friends and loves ones, Frankenstein creates monstrous life with science.

Anyway, in Frankenstein, Henry comes from a wealthy family with a great deal of influence on a small village in the Bavarian Alps. While the curmudgeonly Baron Frankenstein despairs of his son’s bizarre experiments and decision to isolate himself in an ominous stone tower laboratory with Fritz, Henry’s correspondence to his fiancée, Elizabeth Lavenza (Clarke), tells of his need for privacy and solitude. This is primarily because he and Fritz are sneaking out at night and digging up bodies, selecting organs and body parts for a patchwork man Henry aims to bring to life through the awesome power of electricity. While they scavenge everything they need for the body, Henry’s frustrated that the recently deceased can’t provide a viable brain, so he has Fritz steal a preserved brain from his old mentor, Doctor Waldman (Van Sloan), not realising that it’s a “criminal brain” seemingly hardwired for evil (that’s also further damaged by the clumsy Fritz). Concerned for her love’s welfare, Elizabeth politely shrugs off Victor’s advances and convinces him to ask Dr. Waldman for advice, with the three braving a horrific thunderstorm to visit Henry. Though frustrated by their interference, Henry invites them to witness his crowning achievement when Victor (fully aware of his intentions) accuses him of being mad. While Henry denies this claim, it’s obvious that he is a little bonkers, as seen in his exuberant and iconic cry of “It’s alive!!”, his claims to “be God”, and his initial denial regarding his creation once it comes to life. Ecstatic to have brought the creature to life, Henry insists that the childlike being needs time to adjust rather than rejecting it on first sight as in the novel. This is despite the protests of Dr. Waldman, who correctly warns that the “Monster” is an abomination to God and a threat to all due to its capacity for evil and its unpredictable nature.

Thanks to its unnatural origin, Frankenstein’s Monster is confused and quick to wild emotions.

Despite his efforts to teach the Monster, Frankenstein is forced to agree when the creature flies into a rage at the sight of fire and acts like a wild animal while chained in the basement, murdering Fritz, attacking Dr. Waldman, and almost throttling Henry before Dr. Waldman subdues it with what’s supposed to be a lethal injection. During Henry’s recuperation, his madness lifts and he returns to a normal life, finally marrying Elizabeth (to the joy of his father and the village). Ever the curious scientist, Dr. Waldman leads the vivisection on the Monster, becoming its second victim when it reanimates and strangles him to death. Though initially oblivious to the threat, Henry (and the entire village) are alerted of a wicked murderer after learning that local girl Maria (Marilyn Harris) has been drowned, Dr. Waldman killed, and after Elizabeth is attacked. Much of this is similar to the book, such as the Monster stumbling across a little girl, murdering a child, and going on a bit of a killing spree, but it’s framed as the actions of a confused and misunderstood creature rather than acts of wickedness. While the film goes to great lengths to assert that Frankenstein’s experiments are immoral and inhuman, the tone is awkwardly balanced between Henry’s madness, the darker sequences, and some strange comedic moments. These largely involve the blustering Baron Frankenstein, who’s convinced his son’s having an affair, demands that he forget his experiments, and constantly rambles about his grandmother’s wine. The Baron has no patience for Burgomaster Herr Vogel (Lionel Belmore) or the expectant masses…until Henry snaps out of his obsession and returns to the real world, and then the Baron’s all smiles and jokes. Elizabeth is the quintessential supporting fiancée, deeply devoted to Henry despite him isolating himself and Victor being right there, and far more suitable. Victor is basically a blank slate, shouting accusations at Frankenstein and offering little else, and honestly his role could’ve easily been merged into Dr. Waldman’s to speed things up.

Madness and science birth a confused and potentially dangerous abomination.

As ever, “Frankenstein” is both the Monster and the creator as Henry brings the wretch to life and is the subject of the film but does so through abhorrent acts like grave robbing and stealing. The Monster is seemingly a mishmash of different parts and pieces, with no true personality of its own, but it does retain rudimentary memories. These initially encourage Frankenstein as the Monster’s capable of stumbling about and obeying basic instructions, but his enthusiasm quickly dies when he sees how savage the Monster becomes when confronted by fire. The Monster’s rage is only fuelled when Fritz beats it and Henry gives up on it, reluctantly agreeing to kill the creature only to find Fritz strung up. Depicted as simple-minded but incredibly strong, the Monster easily overpowers two or three men at once and gleefully throttles Dr. Waldman, perhaps out of sheer muscle memory from its “criminal brain” or perhaps because it recognises the threat those around him pose to its existence. Indeed, when the Monster stumbles upon Maria, it sits and plays, laughing and seemingly content. However, it misunderstands the girl’s game of tossing flowers into the river and chucks her in for a laugh, drowning her despite her landing in the shallow end and unintentionally whipping the villagers into a lynch mob. It’s not clear why the Monster pays a visit to Elizabeth, especially as it seemed to be wandering at random, but she’s horrified by its grotesque appearance, and it attacks her when she tries to flee. Luckily for her, it leaves her alive, which only motivates Frankenstein to join the mob. Although the Monster looks nothing like Shelley’s descriptions, its design is certainly iconic and striking. A tall, lurching, shambling wretch with its eyes largely rolled back, two bolts in its neck, and misshapen skin, the Monster is an unnatural man-thing that mocks the beauty of natural life. Yet, interestingly, Henry isn’t immediately disgusted by it and the Monster is shown only to be confused and scared, lashing out accordingly and in need of guidance rather than persecution.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Frankenstein was certainly ambitious for the time. Boris Karloff’s make-up looks both impressive and extremely uncomfortable, with the actor perfectly stomping about and making stiff, jerky movements to show the creature is unnatural and undead. Although the film lacks a score to emphasis dramatic moments, there’s some great use of sound during the thunderstorm, which delivers the film’s most impressive moment. Sure, it’s weird that Henry’s visitors aren’t drenched when they enter the laboratory and his whole setup takes a lot of liberties with the source material, but Frankenstein’s laboratory is the quintessential “mad scientist” setup and a wonderful way to show the awesome and seemingly unknowable power of nature (in this case, lightning). Baron Frankenstein’s residence also impressed in its opulence, and I liked that Frankenstein incorporated many different locations, though some sets were a bit too obvious (which is to be expected). The film utilised a decent miniature to depict the windmill and its destruction and I was impressed by how often flaming torches appeared onscreen, and how fast and loose everyone played with getting up close to them! While the Monster’s jerky movements made his “fight scenes” a joke, I did like seeing these normal guys and scientists struggling to subdue the savage Monster, who easily overpowered them and left a decent body count in its wake. It’s a shame that we don’t get to see the Monster learning to speak or being more than a near-mindless creature, but the intention seems to be to emphasise that Henry came so close to playing God but screwed it up because man isn’t meant to meddle in such things. It’s always amused me as it surely would’ve been easier for Frankenstein to reanimate a fresh body than to stitch together a grotesque behemoth, and he arguably pays the price for that approach since the Monster is as much a victim of its disparate pieces as it is the situation it finds itself in.

A dramatic showdown between man and creation ends this startling loose adaptation.

Upon discovering Maria’s dirty, drowned body, her shellshocked father (Michael Mark) carries her through the village and to the Burgomaster to warn of a murderer and immediately incites a lynch mob. The seething masses are only further incited when Dr. Waldman is found dead and Elizabeth is attacked, for the village holds the Frankensteins in high regard and is outraged at such an act. Frankenstein joins the search, which is split between different areas of the village and the surrounding grounds, with Henry venturing into the jagged mountains alongside rabid dogs and villagers wielding flaming torches. Unaware that his Monster is to blame for the deaths (since Henry believes the creature perished from Dr. Waldman’s serum), Henry is stunned when the Monster attacks him in the wastelands. The scuffle is brief and one-sided, with Frankenstein easily bested and hauled to a nearby dilapidated windmill with the mob in hot pursuit. Desperate to escape to the high ground, the Monster tangles with Frankenstein when he wakes, with Henry proving no match for his creation and being tossed from top floor. Luckily for him, the slow-moving windmill blades break his fall, leaving Frankenstein a gravely injured (but inconceivably alive) wreck on the ground. While some villagers carry Henry home, the others set the windmill on fire, sending the trapped Monster into a frenzy and seemingly causing its destruction when it’s consumed by the fire. In the aftermath, Frankenstein recovers at home alongside Elizabeth and his father celebrates with another shot of the family wine, toasting his family house and blissfully unaware that the rampage was caused by another “son of the house of Frankenstein”. It’s obviously a very different ending from the book, with the entire sub-plot and bookend of Captain Robert Walton dropped, Elizabeth and Henry surviving the events, and the omission of the Monster’s bride and vengeance upon Frankenstein’s family. Still, the Monster does seemingly perish in a fire like in the book and I don’t expect filmmakers from 1931 to try and bring the Arctic to life.

The Summary:
Since the stage play that Frankenstein is more directly adapted from has essentially been lost to the mists of time, it can be difficult to reconcile how loose an adaptation the film is from the source material. The film omits and changes many elements from the book, distilling the key events and themes to a feature-film length and losing much of the complex charm and horror of Shelley’s book. Yet, these elements are still present and, even in this modern day, there’s still a chilling message about man’s arrogance in using science to play God. While Henry Frankenstein insists that he’s the model of sanity, he is out in the dead of night digging up corpses, isolating himself from friends and family, and practically frothing at the mouth when his Monster comes to life. Though he lacks much of the nuance of the source material, Frankenstein is depicted as an egotistical and obsessed scientist who claws back some sympathy after initially appearing somewhat unlikeable, ultimately paying for his arrogance not with his life, but with a traumatic experience. Frankenstein’s lasting legacy is, without a doubt, the design and portrayal of the Monster. Boris Karloff gives a remarkable physical performance, lumbering about, throwing clubbing blows, and growling at his prey as the Monster struggles to adapt to its newfound unlife. The visual of the Monster, with its cuboid head, large suit, and metal bolts, is enduring and iconic and is so burned into the cultural consciousness that I’d wager most people don’t realise that the Monster looks nothing like that in the book. Frankenstein also impresses in its ambition, featuring many different locations and sets, some superb set design, and a surprisingly high body count (including a child, no less!) The film distils the book’s warnings about meddling in the unknown into a far more simplistic message about reaping what you sow, but it’s still a decent watch, despite some unavoidable flaws, that no doubt galvanised this version of Frankenstein’s Monster into the cultural zeitgeist.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Could Be Better

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Movie Night: Terrifier

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Released: 15 May 2018
Director: Damien Leone
Distributor: Epic Pictures Releasing
Budget: $35 to 55 million
Stars: David Howard Thornton, Samantha Scaffidi, Jenna Kanell, Catherine Corcoran, and Matt McAllister

The Plot:
After being creeped out by a lewd, mute clown named Art (Thornton) on Halloween night, Tara Heyes (Kanell) and her best friend, Dawn Emerso (Corcoran), are hounded and brutalised by the sadistic killer.

The Background:
Coulrophobia (or the fear of clowns) is a common trope not just in horror, but in everyday life. Personally, I’ve never found clowns to be scary but the media is full of examples of “Evil Clowns”, with two of the most notable being the Joker and Stephen King’s It. It’s this fear that writer director Damien Leone tapped into when he made his directorial debut with The 9th Circle (2008), a short film that introduced the first prototype of Art the Clown (Mike Giannelli). Though only a supporting character, Art proved popular with audiences and Leone revisited the character in his next short film, Terrifier (2011), and the feature-length anthology All Hallows’ Eve (2013). Afterwards, Leone decided to make an entire film focusing on the character, one that would pay homage not just to slasher film icons and franchises, but to Giallo and splatterpunk cinema. Primarily geared towards showcasing gory, practical effects at the expense of characterisation, Leone put a lot of care into his kill scenes, ensuring Catherine Corcoran’s safety in what became one of the film’s most notorious moments. Seeking to create a truly iconic slasher villain for a new millennium, Leone recast Mike Giannelli as Art the Clown after being impressed by David Howard Thornton’s physical awareness and penchant for improvisation. After premiering at the 2016 Telluride Horror Show, Terrifier released in a handful of cinemas and made a modest profit considering its low budget. Reviews were largely positive, praising the performances and the jaw-dropping gore, However, while Thornton’s portrayal of Art was lauded, some felt the film didn’t quite live up to its potential, a sentiment Leone agreed with and aimed to address in the sequel. Indeed, Terrifier impressed enough not just to earn a critically and commercially successful sequel in 2022, but to kick-off a whole new slasher franchise (for better or worse).

The Review:
Terrifier establishes a few things right from the opening sequence, in which shots of Art applying his makeup and getting dressed for a jaunt on the streets are interspersed with talk show host Monica Brown (Katie Maguire) interviewing a severely disfigured woman. This sets the stage for how creepy and off-kilter Art is; he seemingly purposely adopts a clown-like guise to unsettle his victims and disguise his cruel intentions. These shots of Art getting ready and hauling his bin bag full of tricks echo the opening of A Nightmare on Elm Street (Craven, 1984), a clear influence given the reference to “Craven’s” Halloween supplies and Art’s depiction as a silent version of Freddy Kruger (Robert Englund). Next, this opening establishes that the film isn’t going to be pulling any punches as Monica’s guest is horrendously disfigured after surviving an attack from Art a year previously, to the point where she chooses to isolate since her appearance is so horrifying. Finally, this opening shows that there’s a mean streak in Terrifier that extends beyond its mysterious and silent killer. While Monica appears sympathetic and attentive on-air, she ridicules her guest to her boyfriend after the cameras stop rolling. The embodiment of beauty and drive, Monica arrogantly dismisses her guest’s suffering and expresses disgust and even fear at even being sat with her. Luckily, it turns out Monica was right to be afraid as her guest pounces on her, brutally maiming Monica’s face and cackling like a witch as she lays a bloody, equally disfigured mess on the floor. Therefore, within around ten minutes, we learn everything we need to know about Terrifier: it’s going to be an unsettling spectacle of gore and depravity featuring somewhat unlikeable characters being torn apart in ways that may shock and disgust.

Fun loving Dawn and sensible Tara run afoul of a cruel-hearted and vicious killer clown.

As a long-time horror fan, I’m here for it. I’ve become largely desensitised to a lot of horror and much prefer it when movies don’t hold back. And Terrifier certainly isn’t holding back at times. Unfortunately, it does suffer from an uneven pace and comes across more like an extended proof of concept for what Damien Leone and his instantly iconic killer are capable of. Although the film’s set on Halloween night, the spooky season is primarily used to semi-explain Art’s clown-like appearance. It is the perfect excuse for Tara and Dawn to hit the town and get wasted, however. Clearly long-time friends, these two are an incorrigible duo, teasing each other and having a fun rapport. Dawn is the more promiscuous and reckless of the two, joking about her sexual lusts, drunkenly accosting Mike the Exterminator (McAllister) to let Tara pee, and insisting on a selfie with Art when they spot him leering at them in a pizzeria. While Tara is instantly creeped out by Art, Dawn brushes off her worries and chastises her for being a buzzkill, lamenting that Tara always has to be the “good girl” and overthink things. Rattled by the encounter in the pizzeria, Tara’s anxiety only increases when they find Dawn’s tyres slashed. Luckily, Tara calls her sister, college student Victoria (Scaffidi), who heads out to pick them up, and Tara convinces Mike to let her pee inside the house he’s spraying for rats. Unfortunately, Tara’s concerns about Art catch up to them when he attacks and subdues them both. Strapped and bound to a chair, Tara can only watch helplessly as Dawn is strung upside down and sawed in two from her crotch to her head with a rusty hacksaw! Though Tara shows some fighting spirit and manages to escape and even attack Art, she’s slowed by a severe injury to her ankle and unceremoniously executed by multiple gunshots when Art surprises her with a pistol.

In a film full of underdeveloped characters, Victoria might be the least fleshed out of them all.

Thus, Leone pays homage to Psycho (Hitchcock, 1960) by spending a good half-hour or so building up Tara as the film’s plucky, underdog “Final Girl” only to abruptly kill her off and switch the focus to her sister, Victoria. It takes Victoria some time to reach Tara’s destination and, when she does, she’s too late to help and is distraught to see Dawn’s remains and her sister’s mutilated corpse set up to taunt her. A college student studying for her midterms, Victoria drops everything to help her sister but is extremely out of her depth when confronted by Art, who delights in mocking and tormenting her. When Victoria stumbles upon what she believes is her sister’s injured body, her first thought is to call for help, but she’s horrified when it turns out to be Art in disguise, having ripped the scalp and much of the torso off a deluded resident (Pooya Mohseni). This disturbed but ultimately harmless lady shared a moment with Tara and tried to offer Art a mother’s comfort to spare her baby, a simple child’s doll, only to be left a gory mess. After Art relentlessly shreds her body with a cat-o’nine-tails, Victoria is saved by Mike, who survived a mallet to the face and gets her to safety, finally calling the cops. However, Mike gets his head literally caved in when Art renews his attack, leaving Victoria to desperately try and escape the building and the crazed maniac pursuing her. Although Tara’s characterisation is pretty paper-thin (she’s a fun loving but ultimately sensible young girl), I think it’s a lot better than Victoria’s. We don’t learn much about Victoria except that she’s studying for her midterms (we don’t even know what her major is) and that she’s loyal to her sister. Beyond that, she’s just a vessel to follow and witness and react to Art’s brutality and honestly has less appeal than Tara because at least she was dressed in the Halloween spirit. Horror films, especially slashers, aren’t generally known for their compelling victims but the “Final Girl” is usually more well-rounded and memorable. Sadly, Victoria and her fellow victims are simply window dressing in Art’s first outing, failing to really make much impact until the film’s twist is revealed.

Art’s cruelty and unpredictability make him an especially dangerous and bloodthirsty killer.

Therefore, Terrifier lives and dies through the depiction of its mean-spirited killer. Art barely tries to mask his creepiness, sporting a leering grin, crooked nose, and mangled teeth and setting people on edge simply by walking into a room. To make matters worse, he follows this with some truly disturbing physicality, beaming at Tara with an upsetting sneer and creeping her out by presenting her with a ring. While Steve (Gino Cafarelli) from the pizzeria is aggravated by Art’s nonchalant stare and refusal to speak, he’s incensed to find the clown defecated all over the toilets and throws him out, much to Art’s feigned chagrin. Of course, the slighted Art has the last laugh, hacking Steve’s head off with a hatchet and leaving it burning on the counter like a jack-o-lantern for Steve’s fellow employee (or possible his brother?) Ramone (Erick Zamora) to find. Lugging a bin bag full of hacksaws, knives, ammo, and other implements, Art’s unpredictability is as shocking as his brutality. You never know what weapon he’s going to whip out next or what he’ll do with it, leading to him hacking Ramone’s hand in two with a clever, sawing through and then ripping off another exterminator’s (Michael Leavy) head, and drawing a pistol to repeatedly blast Tara in the face. We learn nothing about Art except that he’s on a killing spree and that he relishes in torturing and maiming his victims. He never utters a single word, not even a cry or breath, though his visible frustration at being out of bullets and his agony when stabbed or beaten is clear thanks to Thornton’s masterful physical performance. What really seals it, however, is that Art will silent cackle when assaulting his victims, toying with them and mocking their suffering while delighting in the arterial spray and steaming organs spilling to the floor. At one point, it seems Art is subdued by a mother’s touch, however this proves only a temporary reprieve and Art is truly depicted as a chaotic force without mercy who tortures and kills for the sheer fun of it.

The Nitty-Gritty:
I can respect this approach. Although horror is full of iconic killers, many lose much of their mystique when too much of their backstory is revealed, humanising them and making them sympathetic. There is absolutely nothing sympathetic about Art, who gleefully mocks his prey, smears his faeces over walls, and chortles manically (but silently) when sawing Dawn in half. Still, there’s something to be said about giving some hint about who Art is and what drives him. He’s clearly mortal, since he bleeds and reacts to pain, and clearly a nomad, holing up in whatever filthy squalor he finds and seemingly targeting people at random. He’s capable of anger, since he flips Victoria off when she stabs him and spitefully maims anyone who dares to fight back. He also appears inhumanly strong, taking a beating from Tara and manhandling his victims at times. Despite appearing a very childish and immature figure, Art is cold, calculating, and vindictive, slashing Dawn’s tyres and drugging Tara and even texting Victoria to lure her into the building. Consequently, Terrifier presents what little narrative it has as a series of random and shocking events that could’ve happened to anyone. This is where the film’s true horror lies as while Art’s murderous acts are enough to traumatised unsuspecting audiences, they’re so over the top that they’re less scary and more disgusting. While none of the actors give particularly stirring or award-winning performances, they’re depicted as normal, everyday folk who unwittingly attract a depraved serial killer and I think the random nature of this is far more (dare I say it…) terrifying than all the hacksaws and knives. The idea that you, or anyone, could just be walking the streets and be set upon by such a crazed maniac is unsettling, to say the least, and Art only serves to heighten this fear by brutalising his victims in ways that would make Ed Gein blush.

Terrifier supplants characterisation with shocking splattergore and unapologetic brutality.

Yes, you shouldn’t really go into Terrifier expecting some game-changing plot or emotionally charged characters. I like the three female leads but there isn’t much to them and, let’s not mince words, it’s clear that Terrifier is simply an excuse to show off incredible and revolting gore and unsettling practical effects. Things start strong with Monica’s host appearing more like a mincemeat skeleton than a person, sporting an emaciated grin and one barely functional eye. She leaves Monica in an even worse state, clawing at her face and leaving her a gibbering mess of bloody, meaty chunks, and Tara is repeatedly stabbed in the ankle, hobbling her to keep her from running at full speed. While we only see Steve’s burning head, we get to watch Art hack up Ramone on the pizzeria floor and see in gory detail when he crushes Mike’s had under his heel. Tara’s death is easily the film’s weakest and least creative kill, but there’s something shocking about the cold-hearted nature of her being mercilessly shot to death. The other exterminator, Will, gets a more spectacular end as he’s stabbed in the skull before he can even react and then has his head partially sawn off before Art nonchalantly kicks it away. The doll-pampering resident pays for her kindness by getting scalped and having most of her skin torn off; Art then parades around in her flesh, clearly enjoying his new look. However, it’s Dawn’s death that’s the showstopper. Strung upside down by chains and hanging completely nude, she’s sawn in half and we (like Tara) are forced to watch as her guts spill to the floor and Art silently cackles maniacally. It’s a truly sadistic and brutal moment made more uncomfortable by where he starts sawing, and the sheer shock of the sequence is enough to keep you from questioning how a simple hacksaw easily cuts through flesh, bone, and muscle.

Art somehow reanimates after blowing his brains out and Victoria’s left a mangled mess.

Although Tara fights back, she lets rage cloud her judgement and is caught off-guard when Art pulls out a pistol, leaving her writhing helplessly on the floor as he blasts her face full of bullets. When Victoria arrives, she discovers a full-blown massacre, with bodies strewn everywhere and Art relentlessly pursuing her. Unprepared and overwhelmed, the grief-stricken Victoria can only run, scream, and cower as Art targets her next. Though she exhibits some of the same fighting spirit as her sister, Victoria’s ultimately more reliant on Mike to help fend off the psychotic clown. Unfortunately, Art quickly recovers from Mike’s attack, kicking and finally crushing Mike’s skull with his oversized clown shoes. Victoria manages to squeeze through a locked door to safety, only to be mercilessly taunted by Art as he swipes at her and blows a clown horn in her face. Although she appears to have escaped him, Victoria is blindsided when Art suddenly drives Mike’s van through the doors and into her, knocking her unconscious. Luckily, Mike got through to the cops and a couple of officers (Jason Leavy and Steven Della Salla) show up to apprehend Art. Clearly frustrated at being interrupted, Art toys with the cops and then whips out his gun. However, rather than fire at the cops, he instead shoots himself in the head rather than be arrested. Art’s mangled body and those of his victims are then bagged and taken to the county coroner, Seth Bolton (Cory Duval), who begrudgingly agrees to process the corpses in return for a bacon sandwich. However, after unzipping Art’s body bag, Seth’s perplexed by a sudden and mysterious power outage. Though he shrugs it off, he’s horrified when Art suddenly springs to life, a disgusting grin on his face, and starts choking him. This cliff-hanger ending then cuts to a hospital, where Victoria was taken after surviving Art’s assault. Unfortunately, Art decided to eat her face, leaving her with a mangled and hideously disfigured visage and revealing that she was the mutilated guest who attacked Monica at the start of the film…!

The Summary:
Terrifier is, perhaps, the most notable independent horror of the last ten years. Shot and styled very much like a “Grindhouse” picture, the film wears its influences on its sleave and is very much a celebration of the splatterpunk and slasher genres. While this is a positive, it also works against it, particularly in the characterisation of its leads. Damien Leone has since stated dissatisfaction with these elements and I’m forced to agree. While I didn’t mind Tara, Victoria was essentially a blank slate and many performances were questionable, at best. It’s irrelevant, in many ways, however, since Terrifier is just an excuse to show off some depraved gore and showcase its sadistic serial killer. Accordingly, it’s no surprise that David Howard Thornton steals the show as he throws his all into Art, embodying the character with manic glee and showcasing a range of emotions simply through body language and facial expression. Art’s unlike many horror icons as he’s silent but entirely expressive, cruel and vicious and yet wholly unpredictable and spontaneous. His entire visage is his gimmick rather than any one weapon and he kills simply for the thrill, and the mindlessness of his character and actions add not only to Terrifier’s allure and mystery, but its horror. It’s increasingly all-too-easy to imagine some sick fuck stalking the streets, accosting young women and engaging in deplorable acts and the random nature of Art’s killing spree is just as unsettling as his gore-drenched kills. And damn, does Terrifier deliver on the gore! Leone’s twisted imagination is a joy to see; even if the effects stretch the limits of physics and logic at times, it all comes together as a celebration of the genre. However, I do feel Terrifier was lacking in some regards that keep it from being a true classic. It certainly gave the genre a kick up the ass and it’s worth a watch, but Terrifier views more as an extended pitch for a bigger, more refined movie, especially in retrospect having seen the sequels. I’m therefore not as impressed or awed by the film as I would like as it’s lacking in some basic filmmaking areas, resulting in a special effects and physical acting showcase whose soul appeal are the disturbing gore and instantly iconic serial killer.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Did you get a kick out of Terrifier? What did you think to Art and David Howard Thornton’s performance? Were you also disappointed that his victims were largely forgettable? Did the gore make up for these moments or did you find it a bit too depraved and over the top? If not, which of Art’s sickening acts was your favourite and what did you think to these effects? Would you have liked to learn more about Art or do you think it’s better he stayed mysterious? Which of the Terrifier films is your favourite and how are you celebrating horror this month? Share your thoughts about Terrifier down in the comments, support me on Ko-Fi, and go check out my other horror content!

Movie Night [00-Heaven]: Dr. No

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To celebrate the release of this movie, the first of many filmic outings for James Bond, October 5th is officially recognised as “Global James Bond Day”. Today, 007 is one of the most recognised and popular movie icons of all time so I’m dedicating some time to revisiting some firsts in the long-running franchise.

Released: 5 October 1962
Director: Terence Young
Distributor: United Artists
Budget: $1.1 million
Stars: Sean Connery, Joseph Wiseman, Jack Lord, John Kitzmiller, and Ursula Andress

The Plot:
After an MI6 liaison is murdered in Jamaica, suave spy James Bond/007 (Connery) discovers a plot by malformed mad scientist Doctor Julius No (Wiseman) to disrupt an American rocket on behalf of the Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion (SPECTRE).

The Background:
Super spy James Bond was the brainchild of writer Ian Fleming in 1953, heavily inspired by Fleming’s years as a Navy intelligence officer. 007 first came to life not through Sean Connery’s immortal and iconic performance or even the bizarre comedy loosely based on Fleming’s first Bond book, but a one-hour CBS television adaptation of that same book that was heavily altered for American audiences. Bond was next adapted into a South African radio drama in 1958 and Fleming’s books became a long-running series of comic strips starting in 1957, before Casino Royale (1953) finally came to the big screen in 1967 after years of Development Hell and rights disputes. Though initially reluctant, Fleming eventually sold the rights to all his Bond novels (except Casino Royale and, most infamously, 1961’s Thunderball) to producer Harry Saltzman. Saltzman partnered with Albert R. “Cubby” Broccoli to spearhead an adaptation of the 1958 novel of the same name, bringing in director Terence Young to define the onscreen portrayal of the super spy for decades to come. Though hampered by a paltry budget, Young chose to innovate and spend what little money had had wisely, while the script included many alterations from the source material, including painting Dr. No as an agent of SPECTRE. While the producers initially envisioned Cary Grant as Bond, Richard Johnson claimed to have been tapped for the role, and Rod Taylor rejected the pitch, former bodybuilder Sean Connery impressed with his devil-may-care attitude and cemented his career (for better or worse) with his now-iconic performance. Although Dr. No received a mixed reaction at the time, it proved a box office success that kick-started a cinematic franchise, with each subsequent film out-performing the last at the box office. In the years since its release, Dr. No has been critically re-evaluated in a more positive light, with the film named as one of the top 100 British films of all time and praised for delivering some of the most memorable moments in the series.

The Review:
I think it’s only fair to start off by admitting that I’ve never been a fan of Dr. No. While it’s easy to explain away a lot of its flaws by pointing to the era it was made and it being the first of a series, so many of the recognisable Bond elements hadn’t been refined yet (even if they make their debut here), I’ve just never been a fan of the pacing and plot. Indeed, one thing I often joke about is that, even now, I don’t really know what Dr. No is about or what the titular mad scientist is  after. Therefore, I went into this viewing really trying to pay attention and grasp what the plot was and what was happening. Surprisingly, Dr. No’s stakes are surprisingly low; the world isn’t at stake here. In fact, no nations, cities, or lives seem to be at risk at all, save those who venture to Dr. No’s private island, Crab Key, uninvited or those who stand in his way. The film’s events kick off when John Strangways (Timothy Moxon/Robert Rietti), a keen fisherman, poker player, and head of MI6’s Kingston station, and his secretary, Mary Trueblood (Dolores Keator), are murdered by, of all things, three assassins posing as blind beggars. After a few hours trying to re-establish contact with Strangways, the cantankerous and officious head of MI6, “M” (Bernard Lee), pulls Bond from a game of Baccarat and orders him to find out what happened, advising him to liaise with his Central Intelligence Agency (C.I.A.) counterpart, Felix Leiter (Lord), and to not waste any time. Though Bond happily takes the assignment, he drags his feet a little by flirting with M’s secretary, Miss Moneypenny (Lois Maxwell), and hooking up with the alluring Sylvia Trench (Eunice Gayson), firmly establishing that, while Bond is loyal to King and Country, he’s got a soft (well, more accurately a hard) spot for the ladies and the finer things in life, such as a good smoke and a stiff drink.

While Connery mesmerises as Bond, 007’s painfully mundane in his first outing.

Sean Connery immediately embodies the now-world famous super spy with a relaxed, confident poise and charm. He greets every situation, even admonishments from M, with a wry smile and a biting wit, seemingly fearless and maintaining his composure even when he’s being followed or clearly duped by enemy agents. While this is Bond’s first screen outing, it’s clearly not his first assignment as he’s been licensed to kill for some time (though M’s dialogue suggests Bond may only be a year or so into this career as a 00 agent) and is generally hyper aware of his surroundings. Even when he’s welcomed by Chief Secretary Pleydell-Smith (Louis Blaazer) and given lodgings at Government House, Bond checks for bugs and preps his room to alert him to intruders. Unlike later Bond movies, 007 is rather ill-equipped; Major Boothroyd (Peter Burton) simply furnishes him with the standard issue Walther PPK in place of his unreliable Beretta M1934 and that’s it. Not that Bond really needs any gadgets here, just a rental car and a working telephone suffice for most of the film. Bond’s first official big screen adventure is much more of an investigative thriller than anything else. Bond wanders about Kingston meeting with those who knew or saw Strangways last, piecing together what happened, knocking back vodka martinis (“Shaken, not stirred”) and other vices as he goes. After a brief misunderstanding, Bond meets with Leiter, visits a few more locations, and eventually suspects Professor R. J. Dent (Anthony Dawson), a geologist and one of the last people to see Strangways alive. Bond’s investigation alerts him to Crab Key, a forbidden island owned by the mysterious Dr. No, which Strangways regularly visited. It’s all very mundane and dull, sadly, with only Connery’s magnetic screen presence holding my interest as Bond simply stumbles upon breadcrumbs to discover that Dr. No obviously had something to do with Strangways disappearing.

Sadly, scene-staler Quarrel meets a toasty end when he insists on aiding Bond.

Bond’s eventually aided by Leiter, though Felix at first suspects 007 of being corrupt since Bond willingly allows obvious enemy plants to drive him around and lure him into bed. Bond does this in hopes of questioning and/or boning said agents, though his investigation is often frustrated since many of his would-be assassins choose death by cyanide over talking. Leiter reveals that he worked closely with Strangways to discover the source of a radio jamming signal that has been disrupting America’s space exploration rockets. Leiter’s also instrumental in cooling tensions between Bond and Quarrel (Kitzmiller), a Cayman Islander whose boat Strangways took to Crab Key and collect samples. Initially giving Bond the brushoff, Quarrel confronts him and knifepoint and the two scuffle until Leiter intervenes and they all get on the same page. While Leiter isn’t that interesting, simply being a friendly face to give Bond some intel and call out his womanising ways, Quarrel is quite an enjoyable addition, being an upbeat and friendly seaman who affectionately calls Bond “Cap’n”. Rather than rely on sea chats or coordinates, Quarrel follows his instincts but is extremely hesitant to go to Crab Key due to rumours of a fire-breathing “dragon” dwelling there. While Bond initially gives Quarrel the option of staying behind, his patience with these stories grows thin, especially when they bump into the beautiful Honey Ryder (Andress) and she echoes Quarrel’s fears. Still, Quarrel proves useful to Bond’s investigation and subdues Annabel Chung (Marguerite LeWars) when she spies on the trio. Bond seems genuinely distraught when Quarrel meets his horrifying (and ridiculously abrupt) end at the hands of Dr. No’s “dragon” (an armoured tank with a flamethrower) and adds the seaman’s name to the list of people he wishes to avenge.

Dr. No is sadly absent for most of the film and his scheme is very vaguely defined.

As if Dr. No wasn’t disappointing enough, the titular scientist is quite a letdown as well. Like Honey, Dr. No doesn’t fully appear until the final act, which is pretty incredible considering his unique affliction and his admittedly captivating screen presence. While I appreciate the fear and awe given to Dr. No throughout the film, with the locals scared of Crab Key and Dent terrified of his master’s reprisals, I think the film suffers from not including him at least once before Bond reaches Crab Key. A mysterious and isolated figure, Dr. No initially appears as a disembodied voice reprimanding Dent and ordering him to kill Bond using a tarantula (an effective means, to be sure!) Dr. No has agents all over Kingston, it seems, with him sending a driver (Reginald Carter) to try and kill Bond soon after he lands, placing Miss Taro (Zena Marshall) as a double agent, and employing some goons to try and run Bond off the road. Despite Dr. No voicing an explicit desire to have Bond killed, he does a complete 180 once Bond arrives on Crab Key. His loyal soldiers give Bond, Quarrel, and Honey multiple chances to surrender peaceful and end up roasting Quarrel alive when they disobey, but Dr. No treats Bond and Honey as distinguished guests and has them decontaminated and confined to a room that’s more deluxe suite than a dungeon. Dr. No is impressed by Bond’s repeated interference (even though I’m not sure what Bond did to cost him time and money…) and believes him an intellectual equal, only to be angered by Bond’s dismissive and condescending attitude. Although Dr. No claims his genius is as formidable as his physical strength thanks to his painfully limited artificial hands, he’s clearly a madman. So much so that neither the East or the West wished to employ his services and even SPECTRE seems somewhat embarrassed by him. This could be because Dr. No uses his vast and overly complicated nuclear-powered facility to disrupt Cape Canaveral simply for his own self-gratification as he issues no threats and demands no ransom, seemingly embodying only the “Revenge” aspect of SPECTRE as he wishes to prove himself superior to those who mocked and dismissed him.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Dr. No is obviously the blueprint which all future Bond movies were based, establishing many of the tropes, elements, and recurring themes for the series. Accordingly, we get out first gun barrel sequence (with stuntman Bob Simmons as Bond), first utterance of “Bond… James Bond”, and our first title sequence (though there’s no cold open here). Unfortunately, Dr. No fails to impress with its opening titles, which are simply a mess of colours, dancing girls, and “007” plastered over the screen while Monty Norman’s “James Bond Theme” blares. Bond’s iconic overture oddly crops up when he’s doing such exciting tasks as… walking, searching his room, or using the telephone. Rather than have an artist or group write a unique song for the film as would later become a key component of the franchise, Dr. No repeatedly falls back on renditions of “Under the Mango Tree”, a tune I’d happily never have to listen to again after sitting through this snore fest. The basic frameworks of future Bond films are established here, however, meaning it’s perfectly natural for M to simply show up to give Bond his mission and Miss Moneypenny to give Bond someone to flirt with in MI6 headquarters. Long-time Bond fans may be surprised that Desmond Llewelyn isn’t playing “Q” here (though Major Boothroyd is the same character). Consequently, there’s no visit to Q-Branch, no Aston Martin, and Bond’s even light on the quips, only dropping a couple of deadpan comments after outwitting his would-be assassins. Bond is a largely apathetic character, seemingly bored with the routine aspects of his job and preferring to be in the field, where he does his own thing regardless of his orders. This sees him getting a dressing down for carrying a Berretta and taking many detours in his investigation to get his end away or have a drink or smoke. Indeed, both M and Leiter comment on Bond’s lackadaisical attitude, though his methods always return to his primary mission one way or another.

While Bond’s women are attractive, it would’ve been nice to expand Honey’s role.

Despite getting second billing alongside Sean Connery, Ursula Andress only appears in the third act and has such a small role that it’s barely worth discussing. Of course, she makes a lasting impression on both audiences and Bond with her dramatic emergence from the sea, clad in a sultry bikini and inspecting her coveted seashells, but it might’ve been nice to include her a bit sooner to break up the monotony of watching Bond mingle around rooms. Though initially appearing naïve and almost childlike in her demeanour, Honey’s actually a well-travelled young lady, an accomplished diver, and has experienced by heartache (she believes Dr. No murdered her father) and strife. As a child, she was sexually assaulted (or possibly raped) and took her revenge by killing her attacker with a black widow spider (though oddly reacts in horror when Bond offs one of Dr. No’s henchmen). Still, she plays basically no role in the finale, with Bond successfully convincing Dr. No to send her away for their parlay and is simply there to have a pretty face onscreen at the tail end of the film. She’s nice on the eyes, for sure, and somewhat aids Bond with her familiarity with Crab Key, but her demeanour is a bit odd and it’s difficult to really care that much about her since she appears so late in the film. Similarly, while Sylvia gets a lot of play at the start of the film, she’s simply an attractive Baccarat player Bond seduces with his card game rather than an undercover SPECTRE agent like Miss Taro, Pleydell-Smith’s secretary. Indeed, it’s possible Sylvia and Taro would’ve been combined into one character in a later Bond film (and, truthfully, that would’ve made more sense here) to give Bond a tertiary threat while playing detective. Though she acts coy about listening into Bond’s meeting and the conveniently missing files on Dr. No, Miss Taro tries to lure Bond into a trap and then uses her body to distract him, only for him to effortlessly see through her ruse and simply use her for his own gratification (and to lure Dent into outing himself as another of Dr. No’s agents).

While I’m still not sure what Dr. No’s endgame was, he’s ultimately foiled by Bond.

After knobbing around Kingston for a few days, dodging death every other night and following leads on Strangways, Bond becomes very suspicious of Crab Key and its mysterious Dr. No. After using Miss Taro and easily fooling Dent, Bond decides he has enough evidence to visit Crab Key, convincing Quarrel to give him a lift and having Leiter on standby with the Marines. After Quarrel’s killed, Bond and Honey are welcomed as Dr. No’s distinguished guests, furnished with a luxurious room, drugged coffee, and a fine dinner. Dr. No’s patience and reverence for Bond quickly grows thin when 007 insults him and refuses to join SPECTRE, however, leading to Bond being beaten and tossed into a cell. Despite the electrified grate, and his injuries, Bond easily escapes through the facility’s massive ventilation shafts, kills one of Dr. No’s technicians (Anthony Chinn), and assumes his role in the control room. There, himself and his underlings protected from the radiation that cost him his hands, Dr. No directs a test on his nuclear reactor, apparently to disrupt America’s latest rocket launch. Despite his genius, Dr. No’s so distracted by his monitors that he fails to notice Bond overloading the reactor until its too late. With the facility in meltdown and his minions fleeing for their lives, Dr. No awkwardly confronts Bond on the gantry. Rather than treating us to a slugfest where the underdog 007 must use his wit and wiles to compensate for the crushing power of Dr. No’s prosthetic hands as the environment goes up in flames around them, this final battle is merely a clumsy scuffle on a small platform descending into a cool pool and Dr. No’s superior strength fails him as his crappy plastic hands can’t grip for shit. With everyone more concerned with escaping, Bond easily convinces Dr. No’s panicked employees to point him in Honey’s direction, and he rescues her from…being slowly drowned, I guess? The two then commandeer a convenient boat and drift away from Crab Key just as Dr. No’s facility explodes, ending whatever vague threat he posed. Though Leiter comes by to tug the two to safety, Bond opts to release his line so he and Honey can canoodle in their boat during the credits.

The Summary:
I was honestly dreading watching Dr. No again as, like I say, I’ve never been a fan of it. I want to respect it for laying the foundation for one of my favourite cinematic franchises, and that (alongside Sean Connery’s magnetic performance) is what gives it its second star, but this is always a tough watch for me. There’s so much working against it, from the dull opening titles, the Bond theme blaring in the most mundane scenes, and the dull focus on Bond’s investigation rather than action, women, or suspense. I understand that this was a different time and there was only so much the filmmakers could do (painfully obvious during Bond’s big car chase…), and that Dr. No is more of an investigative thriller than a bombastic action movie, but my lord is this painfully slow to watch. Bond meanders from scene to scene, easily piecing together clues when you’d think Dr. No would want to cover his tracks, and happy to waste his time bedding and toying with Dr. No’s obvious agents rather than getting to business. Dr. No is painfully absent throughout, meaning his motivations and character are poorly developed, to say the least. SPECTRE is little more than a name drop, Dr. No is simply a maniacal cripple childishly lashing out at a world that rejected him, and his plan is painfully ill defined. I still have no idea what the stakes are or why I should care about Dr. No’s plot when he makes no demands and seems to just be messing with America for shits and giggles, and we’re even robbed of him matching wits (and brawn) with Bond since Dr. No prefers to let his underlings or spiders do the work rather than just bloody shoot him! Ursula Andress may be gorgeous and have captivated a generation, but Honey Ryder shows up far too late to be that interesting. Had she been featured throughout, or perhaps been Dr. No’s unwilling concubine, then maybe I would care but, as is, she’s just kind of there. Sean Connery, Joseph Wiseman, and John Kitzmiller are the stars of this show but even they can’t keep me from tuning out every time I watch Dr. No and I’m honestly surprised we got a Bond franchise after this tedious slog of a movie.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Could Be Better

Am I being too harsh on Dr. No? Where would you rank it against the other James Bond films? Were you impressed by Sean Connery’s first outing as 007? What did you think to the focus on his investigation and the film’s slower pace? Do you agree that Dr. No and Honey Ryder should’ve shown up sooner? Were you disappointed when Quarrel got roasted? Can you tell me what Dr. No’s plan was, because I still don’t know… Which Bond actor, film, story, villain, or moment is your favourite? How are you celebrating Global James Bond Day today? Whatever your thoughts on Dr. No, or James Bond in general, leave a comment below, check out my other James Bond reviews, and suggest some 007 content you’d like me to cover by donating to my Ko-Fi.

Movie Night: Bram Stoker’s Dracula

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Released: 13 December 1992
Director: Francis Ford Coppola
Distributor: Columbia Pictures
Budget: $40 million
Stars: Gary Oldman, Winona Ryder, Keanu Reeves, Richard E. Grant, Billy Campbell, and Anthony Hopkins

The Plot:
Having renounced God after the suicide of his love, ruthless vampire Count Vlad Dracula (Oldman) travels to London to seduce her lookalike, Mina Harker (Ryder), indulging his bloodlust and inspiring a rag-tag band of would-be vampire killers to stand against him.

The Background:
Inspired by Irish folklore and age-old vampire myths, Bram Stoker’s Lord of Vampires undeniably popularised the vampire as we know it today and inspired many critical and academic discussions. About thirty years after the book was published, World War I infantryman Bela Lugosi first embodied the role of Dracula for a stage production, eventually transitioning to the silver screen for Tod Browning’s horror classic before the legendary Christopher Lee made the role his own in 1958. After decades of reinterpretations and filmic appearances, Dracula lived again in 1992 thanks to the efforts of star Winona Ryder, who brought James V. Hart’s screenplay to director Francis Ford Coppola as a project for them both. Attracted to the haunting, disturbing sensual nature of the material, Coppola agreed and Gary Oldman jumped at the chance to work with the prolific director, who spared no expensive crafting the film’s ornate costumes. Veteran production artist Mentor Huebner and even comic book writer and artist Mike Mignola worked on the film’s extensive storyboards while hair and makeup designer Michèle Burke crafted Oldman’s signature look. After Christian Slater turned down the Jonathan Harker role, Keanu Reeves stepped in, though his hard work to convey a British accent drew much criticism. Oldman apparently lost himself in the sexuality and intensity of the role so completely that fell out with Ryder for a while and Coppola’s eccentric demands drew some criticism at the time. Finally, Coppola also insisted on utilising practical, in-camera, and old-school special effects technique utilising forced perspectives, miniature effects, and matte paintings. Opening at number one at the US box office and with a final gross of over $215 million, the award winning Bram Stoker’s Dracula was largely praised as a visual masterpiece. While many criticised some of the performances and its overly dramatic elements, just as many praised it as a tragic, alluring mixture of romance and horror, lauding Oldman’s performance and the tangible nature of its presentation.

The Review:
Bram Stoker’s Dracula mixes folklore, fiction, and history to present the titular Lord of Vampires as having started life as a Vlad III Drăculea, a warrior for the Romanian Orthodox Church, a commander and soldier so ruthless and bloodthirsty that he single-handedly slaughtered many in the Ottoman Empire and impaled their bodies and heads on pikes as a way to destroy their moral. Back in 1492, Dracula’s campaign against the Turks was seen as a righteous one, fought to defend his church in the name of almighty God, who Dracula praised and devoted himself to above all else save his beloved wife, Elisabeta (Ryder). However, while Dracula was successful in slaughtering his enemies, Elisabeta took her life after receiving false reports of his death, unable to face living life without her husband. Upon discovering this, and learning that Elisabeta’s suicide had damned her soul, Dracula cursed and renounced God, desecrating the chapel and drinking a strange blood spewing from its altar. In the process, Dracula became the first vampire, an undead thing with powers over the elements (he conjures great storms and winds), dominion over the “children of the night” (wolves, rats, and such), and the ability to transform into a monstrous bat-like form, mist, and rats. Contrary to most popular depictions, Dracula is merely weakened by sunlight, though he does draw strength from the cursed soil of his homeland, Transylvania, and renew himself by drinking the blood of his victims. Yet, Dracula spends four centuries isolated in his decrepit, ominous castle on the outskirts of a nearby village with only his lustful, ravenous concubines (Florina Kendrick, Michaela Bercu, and Monica Bellucci) for company, presumably terrorising and feeding upon the locals whenever the thirst or fancy takes over. When the film jumps ahead to 1897, however, visits to Transylvanian to liaise with the mysterious Count have driven solicitor R. M. Renfield (Tom Waits) insane, leaving him in the care of Doctor Jack Seward (Grant), who’s both disgusted and amazed by Renfield’s hunger for flies and mad rantings about his “master”.

When Dracula pays a visit to London, he terrorises the aristocracy with his perverse lusts.

Since Dracula wishes to purchase properties around London and represents a substantial investment, Renfield’s duties are passed to fresh-faced, well-spoken, and somewhat frigid solicitor Jonathan Harker (Reeves). Though his fiancée, Wilhelmina “Mina” Murray, is saddened to hear he will be gone for some time, eager to consummate their marriage, she recognises that this is a big opportunity for Harker and takes solace in his frequent correspondence. Though well-mannered and good-natured, Harker is unnerved by Transylvania, where wolves freely wander, darkness looms ominously, and his client is prone to bizarre outbursts. Dracula treats Harker as a guest, welcoming and feeding him and expressing his desire to be amongst civilisation once more, but is erratic and eccentric, lamenting his cursed family bloodline, driven to a frenzy by the sight and smell of blood, and generally testing Harker’s civil nature. While I love Keanu Reeves, he is dreadful in this role, delivering perhaps the worst British accent I’ve ever heard and appearing lost and confused. This is a case where it might’ve been better to let him use his natural accent, if only to make his line readings less awkward, but that wouldn’t have helped with his awful haircut/wig and robotic tone. Harker’s effectively held prisoner in Dracula’s castle, feasted upon by his brides for at least a month before he finds the willpower and courage to escape and being left severely traumatised. While pining for her love, Mina takes solace in the courtship of her dear friend, the promiscuous Lucy Westenra (Sadie Frost), giggling over sex acts while Lucy flits between her suitors, Dr. Seward, wealthy Lord Arthur Holmwood (Cary Elwes), and gunslinger Quincey P. Morris (Campbell). Though she settles on Holmwood (presumably for the financial security, accustomed as she is to such a lifestyle), the other two continue to hang around and curry her favour, forming first a dysfunctional friendship and then a rag-tag group of vampire hunters when the peculiar Professor Abraham Van Helsing (Hopkins) alerts them to the vampire’s threat.

While Mina succumbs to Dracula’s charm and Harker’s tortured, Van Helsing offers his expertise.

Betrayed by his faith, Dracula is presented as a far more tragic and sympathetic figure. Upon seeing Mina’s photograph, Dracula alters his plans for London to include seeing his reincarnated love, mercilessly slaughtering the crew of the Demeter to restore his youth. Unlike other adaptations of Dracula, where he integrates into London society and socialises with Dr. Seward and the others, Dracula is a largely enigmatic figure once he reaches Ol’ Blighty. Appearing as a peculiar foreign prince, Dracula stalks Mina through the streets, using his hypnotic and persuasive powers to entrance her and slowly unearth her forgotten memories of their past life and love. Though initially rude towards him, Mina comes to be captivated by Dracula and begins a love affair in Jonathan’s absence, naturally unaware that her handsome prince has been feeding upon Lucy in the night as a wolf-beast. However, when she receives word of Jonathan’s condition, Mina goes to him, encouraged by her sick friend, to rekindle their love and get married, though it’s obvious that her feelings have changed and that her thoughts constantly drift to her passionate and mysterious prince. When Lucy’s condition worsens and defies Dr. Seward’s expertise, he calls Van Helsing for aid, only for the outlandishly blunt priest to conclude that she’s been targeted by Nosferatu, a subject he’s well versed on. Although Van Helsing tries to stave off the infection with a questionable blood transfusion, Mina’s beset by a fever, constantly wandering off in a daze, and undergoes radical personality changes, resembling Dracula’s ever-horny, ever-hungry brides and quickly making believers out of Lucy’s bemused suitors.

Dracula is depicted as a demonic, yet ferociously tragic and aggressively sexual romantic figure.

Jonathan’s return to London confirms Van Helsing’s worst fears, that Dracula himself is amongst them, and he leads the fledgling vampire to hunters to “where the basturd sleeps” so they can destroy Dracula’s cursed soil. However, Dracula is agonised when Mina breaks off their tryst, conjuring violent winds and fully transforming Mina into a vampire out of spite. This process sees her rise as an undead seductress with the same unnerving taste for children as Dracula’s concubines. While Dr. Seward, Quincey, and Holmwood falter against Lucy’s monstrously sexual transformation, Van Helsing leads the charge, wielding a holy cross and easily placing Lucy into a vulnerable slumber so she can be staked and decapitated. While Jonathan is startled about how blasé Van Helsing is about this, he eagerly joins their cause to deal a measure of revenge against Dracula, who murders Renfield for running his mouth to Mina before appearing before her, all pretence dropped. Although Mina is horrified and angered to learn that her lover murdered her best friend, she cannot deny her feelings for him or the strength of her vague memories and begs to be with him, forever. While elated to hear this and desperate to inflict his curse upon her to be reunited with his lost love, Dracula hesitates at the last second, unable to bring himself to watch her suffer from eternal torment as he has. However, horny little minx that she is, Mina refuses to listen and gladly, hungrily drinks his blood in an explicitly sexual act that sees her undergo a similar transformation to Mina. This means that she constantly interferes with the hunters’ attempts to intercept and destroy Dracula when he flees to Transylvania, attempting to seduce Van Helsing and even holding her husband at bay with a rifle to defend her dying love, having willingly sacrificed her humanity for some real passion in her life.

The Nitty-Gritty:
Since I haven’t read the original book, I’m not really qualified to comment on how accurate an adaptation Bram Stoker’s Dracula is. However, from what I’ve heard, it’s one of the most faithful retellings and I did like that the film incorporated voice overs and diary entries to mimic the book’s epistolary nature. Dracula is undeniably a vastly different character to other, more popular depictions, appearing as a once proud and seemingly noble (if ruthless) soldier who slaughtered armies in the name of his God. He cherished Elisabeta more than anything in the world and felt betrayed when the church turned on him after his many years of faithful service, renouncing God since he’d forever be denied his love even in death due to her damning her soul through suicide. His quest to London thus becomes a desperate desire to reunite with Elisabeta, who’s seemingly been reincarnated in Mina, and he wastes no time in captivating and wooing her. Whereas Jonathan is reluctant to give in to carnal desires, Dracula is an extremely passionate man whose romantic way with words entrance Mina as much as his hypnotic gaze and the shadows of her former life. While he’s overjoyed to reunite with his love, Dracula hesitates to subject her to his curse, knowing it cannot be undone and will lead to eternal earthly damnation for them both. Interestingly, he doesn’t spare this same concern for his other concubines or show mercy to the children he regularly feasts on, but these are apparently secondary concerns for the lovelorn Mina, who’s so desperate to get laid that she gleefully renounces her humanity. And make no mistake about it, Bram Stoker’s Dracula is the horniest, sexiest adaptation of the text you’ll ever see! Lucy is super horny for all her suitors, Dracula’s many attacks are framed as blatantly sexual acts, the vampire brides all exude succubus energy, and then there’s the scene where Mina drinks Dracula’s blood and he reacts with orgasmic pleasure!

Despite some impressive visuals, the monster designs are questionable, at best.

Bram Stoker’s Dracula may also be the most visually impressive version of the book. It’s clear that the filmmakers spared no expensive on the elaborate costumes and sets, with the woman, especially, being strapped into extravagant gowns and the men all dressed in their finest regalia. While I dig Dracula’s beehive hairdo and opulent robes, I do question the design of his blood red armour, which seems awfully devilish for a man of God and also looks far too much like heavy leather for my tastes. The film uses practical effects and traditional optical trickery to fantastic effect to overlay miniatures with backgrounds and diary entries and project Dracula’s gaze into the storm clouds. The film is surprisingly sparing with the gore, but it makes quite an impression when it does appear, with arterial spray drenching drapes, Lucy spewing up blood when Van Helsing shoves a cross in her face, and heads flying after being severed by the vampire hunters. Dracula has quite a few forms here, though some are better than others. His aged, withered appearance is one of my favourites, though his youthful guise makes the girls wet and his unnerving mist proves suitably deadly to the rabid Renfield. Sadly, Dracula’s monstrous forms leave a lot to be desired, his man-bat form is the superior of the two, but even this looks awkward and uncomfortable, especially as his arms are literally bent-back wings. His wolf-man form is even worse, however, appearing very fake and shaggy looking, with only the facial prosthetics and his unsettling sexual attack saving it from being ludicrous. Dracula’s decaying appearing in the finale is far more striking, as is his mysterious horseman and the techniques used to show him and his concubines moving with unnatural grace. Unfortunately, little of this keeps the film from being an absolute slog to sit through. At just over two hours long, Bram Stoker’s Dracula sure does drag things out, inflating its runtime with bizarre editing choices and unnecessary cutaways and perhaps sticking a little too close to the text for its own good.

Thankfully, the entranced Mina ends Dracula’s torment, and mine, by ending this dull movie.

Thanks to Jonathan, Van Helsing and the others destroy all but one of Dracula’s boxes of earth. When his seduction of Mina is interrupted, Dracula’s forced to flee to Transylvania in his last box, his powers fading and his appearance quickly degenerating, to regain his strength. Van Helsing leads his group in intercepting Dracula, bizarrely taking Mina with them despite her being less of a liability in London. While Harker and the others try to cut off the gypsy slaves transporting Dracula’s carriage, Van Helsing and Mina head directly for his castle, with the eccentric vampire expert desperately fending off the brides with his flaming torch and subduing Mina with a communion wafer when they try to seduce and bite him. When the brides kill their horses, Van Helsing takes a swift revenge and claims their heads before joining up with the others at Dracula’s castle. Although Quincey is fatally stabbed in the hectic fracas, he does stab the decaying Dracula through the heart and Harker gets a measure of revenge by slitting the Count’s throat. However, Mina stops them from finishing off the monstrous abomination and Harker and Van Helsing reluctantly allow her to get Dracula into the chapel where he once turned his back on God. There, the demonic Dracula shares a kiss with his beloved and is amazed when the chapel undergoes a supernatural restoration; the candles ignite and the cross he disgraced repairs itself, restoring Dracula to his youth. However, he’s still mortally wounded and, with his dying breath, Dracula begs Mina to bring him peace. Although she’s heartbroken, Mina agrees to end his suffering and stake shim through the heart before decapitating him, undoing the curse inflicted upon her and seemingly allowing Dracula to reunite with Elisabeta in the afterlife.

The Summary:
I’m going to be honest and say I’ve never liked Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I never watch it because I remember it being a long, boring, overly stylised affair with some atrocious performances. And that isn’t just a knock against Keanu Reeves, either, as Winona Ryder and Sadie Frost are just as bad with their accents and delivery. Hell, even Gary Oldman and Anthony Hopkins are hamming it up, though I at least give them credit for bringing a Shakespearean gravitas to this tediously dull movie. While I’m sure Bram Stoker’s Dracula is exceedingly faithful to the book, there’s something to be said for condensing the text when making an adaptation. For example, did we really need Dr. Seward, Holmwood, and Quincey all in the film? I feel it would’ve been far simpler to combine them into Dr. Seward for the sake of brevity. Additionally, we spend way too long in Dracula’s castle with him, Harker, and the brides. Like, I get it; Dracula’s manipulated Harker and imprisoned him there, but this sequence goes on for what feels like an age and yet the Demeter scenes are a glorified montage? I did like how tragic and human Dracula is, with him depicted as a disgraced former believer who’s spent centuries yearning for his lost love and yet hesitates to afflict her with his curse as it’s been such a tortured unlife for him. Paradoxically, Dracula is still a monstrous fiend who feasts upon innocent souls (and children) to prolong his life and make others suffer for his own amusement. While the film is undeniably beautiful and the old-school filmmaking techniques are appreciated, giving the film a tangible quality that makes it seem like a big-budget stage play, Dracula’s monstrous forms leave a lot to be desired. His man-bat form is a major disappointment and the man-wolf effects are laughable, though it is intriguing how sexually aggressive the film is, explicitly depicted Dracula’s attacks as sexual misdeeds. It may be the most faithful adaptation of Stoker’s text, but Bram Stoker’s Dracula is just too tedious for me to rate much higher. I dreaded revisiting it for this review and hoped my opinion would’ve changed, but it’s just as dull and painful to sit through as ever, despite its strong visuals and atmosphere.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Could Be Better

Are you a fan of Bram Stoker’s Dracula? If you’ve read the book, how faithful is this adaptation and would you say it stuck too close to the text in some areas? Do you agree that the film is too long or were you captivated by the gothic atmosphere? What did you think to Gary Oldman’s performance and Keanu Reeves’s atrocious accent? Which adaptation of Dracula is your favourite and how are you celebrating Halloween this year? Tell me I’m wrong about Bram Stoker’s Dracula in the comments, read my other horror reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi if you want to see more Dracula content.

Movie Night: Dracula (1931)

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Released: 14 February 1931
Director: Tod Browning
Distributor: Universal Pictures
Budget: $341,191
Stars: Bela Lugosi, Helen Chandler, David Manners, Dwight Frye, and Edward Van Sloan

The Plot:
When R.M. Renfield (Frye) travels to Transylvania to oversee the purchase of a London abbey to the enigmatic Count Dracula (Lugosi), he unwittingly facilitates the malicious vampire lord’s trip to London, where he terrorises beautiful maiden Mina Harker (Chandler).

The Background:
In 1897, the literary world was introduced to Count Dracula, Lord of Vampires, courtesy of Irish author Bram Stoker. Inspired by Irish folklore and long-standing vampire myths, Dracula undeniably popularised many characteristics of vampires that are still used to this day. Dracula also inspired many critical and academic discussions regarding its narrative and subtext, becoming a literary classic, and was said to be a big hit at the time, despite its controversial content. About thirty years later, Dracula was adapted for the stage, with former World War I infantryman Bela Lugosi first assuming the role that would make (and haunt) his career. Though the production was a hit, Lugosi wasn’t the first choice for the role when Universal Pictures began producing a feature film adaptation and only got the part after accepting a significantly lower salary. Although Browning’s film was the first official film adaptation of Stoker’s novel, Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (Murnau, 1922) owed its existence to Dracula, to the point that Stoker’s widow sued the filmmakers and ordered all copies to be destroyed. After acquiring the rights to the property, Universal Pictures funded what was said to be a disorganised shoot, with Lugosi alienating some cast members and Dracula stage veteran Edward Van Sloan expressing displeasure with the film. Despite some apprehension surrounding the film, Dracula was bolstered by reports of audience members fainting and it was well received by critics. Of course, nowadays, Dracula is regarded as a classic of the silver screen, with Lugosi’s portrayal being the quintessential standard of all subsequent screen Draculas. Its success not only led to additional big-screen outings for the count and a slew of horror releases from Universal Pictures, but also defined the titular character for generations.

The Review:
I think it’s important to preface this review by saying that I’ve never gotten around to reading Stoker’s Dracula. My experience with the Lord of Vampires is all based on movies and other media rather than books, so I can’t speak to Dracula’s status as an adaptation. If I had to guess, it seems it’s more an adaptation of the original stage production than the epistolary text, but I’m sure a lot of the most prominent elements of the book are represented here. Dracula is initially the story of Renfield, a painfully polite and well-to-do Englishman who travels to a morbidly superstitious town in Transylvania to oversee the sale of Carfax Abbey. Respectful and courteous to the locals, Renfield insists on meeting a midnight carriage, as arranged by his client, Count Dracula, only to be warned off by villagers. In a lengthy, awkward opening scene with many obvious insert shots, the locals react with horror at Renfield’s plan to meet Count Dracula and insist he carry a crucifix to ward off the vampires they believe live in the ominous, gothic castle. Undeterred by superstition and enthusiastic about closing the deal, Renfield maintains his composure even when Dracula’s carriage driver vanishes, his luggage is left behind, and the enigmatic count appears to pass through an enormous spider’s web. Renfield enjoys Dracula’s hospitality, complimenting his home despite it being quite dilapidated and eagerly partaking of his food and wine, only to be duped by the charismatic vampire, who easily hypnotises him with his alluring glare and then samples his blood to turn Renfield from a chirpy and pleasant solicitor into a grinning, cackling nutjob with a taste for insects and an unwavering devotion to his “master”. With Renfield’s help, Dracula not only legally secures Carfax Abbey, but also loads crates of his home soil onto the Vesta, ensuring he can maintain his full strength on the journey to London and while hobnobbing about the city as an eccentric aristocrat.

Vampire lord Dracula corrupts Renfield and heads to London to target an innocent young lady.

Once Dracula enslaves Renfield, the film juggles between the alluring count and Doctor John Seward (Herbert Bunston) and his inner circle. A renowned physician, Dr. Seward operates the sanatorium that sits alongside Carfax Abbey and where Renfield is committed after being discovered as the crazed sole survivor of the Vesta. Dr. Seward lives with his beautiful daughter, Mina, who’s engaged to his protégé, Jonathan Harker (Manners) and best friends with Lucy Weston (Frances Dade). The four are rarely seen apart, enjoying the opera together when they’re first introduced to Count Dracula, who shuns Harker and takes a shine to Lucy. Captivated by the count’s charisma, Lucy jokes to Mina of her attraction to him but quickly becomes his next victim when he enters her room and feast on her blood. Despite Dr. Seward’s best efforts, Lucy dies and Mina is left devastated, haunted by terrifying nightmares of wolves and bats. As Renfield keeps mysteriously leaving his cell, perplexing bumbling attendant Martin (Charles K. Gerrard), and ranting about all kinds of nonsense, Dr. Seward has his colleague, polymath Professor Abraham Van Helsing (Van Sloan), analyse the madman’s blood. Van Helsing concludes that Renfield has been bitten by a vampire and constantly exposits folklore about Nosferatu, who assume various animal forms, drink blood, and cast no reflection. While Harker is sceptical, Mina takes them to heart and they’re seemingly proven true when Renfield reacts violently to wolfsbane, a vampire repellent. During a tense meeting with Dracula, Van Helsing reveals that the count has no reflection and deduces that he’s their vampire, though Dr. Seward and the others are only convinced to do something other than just stand around discussing the threat after Dracula easily coaxes Mina into the garden for another suck session, eventually leading Van Helsing to give her wolfsbane for her protection.

Despite his allure and incredible powers, Dracula is surprisingly vulnerable if you know his weaknesses.

Of course, the main draw of Dracula is the titular count, played masterfully by the magnetic Bela Lugosi. A charming, gracious man with a silver tongue, Dracula oozes charisma but is as unnerving as he is appealing thanks to his raspy accent and peculiar behaviour. Dracula relishes the sound of wolves, the sight and taste of blood, and particularly enjoys getting close to his quarry, captivating with his steely gaze and wooing with his words. Van Helsing instantly distrusts Dracula and they have some tense face-offs, with the professor’s willpower resisting the count’s hypnotism and his knowledge of vampires giving the protagonists the edge. Since Dracula is vulnerable to sunlight and needs Transylvanian soil to maintain his strength, he rests in a coffin of dirt during the day but easily enters Dr. Seward’s residence by becoming the fakest bat you’ve ever seen. Dracula showcases superhuman strength but his greatest assets are his charming personality and alluring gaze, though his brides (Cornelia Thaw, Dorothy Tree, and Geraldine Dvorak) flinch at his command and he clearly instils fear in the locals. This fear isn’t felt by Dr. Seward and the others since they see him as a polite, if eccentric, foreign count, and isn’t felt by Van Helsing, who’s clearly wise to the vampire’s tricks. Unfortunately, many of these are kept offscreen, merely told by Harker and Renfield, because of the limitations of the time. I was also a bit unclear about what Dracula’s endgame was. He buys Carfax Abbey and targets Dr. Seward and his wards, but I’m not sure why? I guess to spread his wings beyond his stuffy old castle but it’s not clear why he targets Mina beyond enjoying torturing Harker and turning something innocent into an abomination, as he did Renfield, who spends the film conflicted and wrestling with his loyalties and his wish to die without blood on his hands. Lugosi plays the role so well that it’s easy to forget these criticisms, but it was frustrating seeing everyone just standing around or him just glaring at people or randomly being inserted into shots to show him lurking on the grounds.

The Nitty-Gritty:
I usually cut black and white films a lot of slack. It was a different time with many limitations compared to today, where almost anything is possible in cinema. Therefore, I can forgive the obvious sets and painted backgrounds, and the slight imperfections in the camera movements and film quality. This extends to the few special effects, such as cutting to Renfield’s reaction rather than showing Dracula pass through the web, having Harker describe the wolf running across their grounds, and Renfield’s mad rant about the “thousands … millions!” of rats promised to him by his master. Dracula’s bat form is silly, for sure, but the effort put into Lugosi’s costume and lighting his eyes is impressive, even if his close-ups often feel awkward and out of place. Dracula gets ambitious by using a passable model ship for the Vesta’s trip (though some water effects over Lugosi would’ve helped sell the sequence) but strangely relies on voice overs to describe the massacre Dracula leaves on the ship. I did like how theatrical the whole production was, which isn’t surprising considering the time period and Lugosi’s experience portraying the role on stage, with the actors (especially Dwight Frye) largely overacting and chewing the scenery. I do feel Dracula suffers from a lack of music, though, as the film basically has no soundtrack and some scenes would’ve greatly benefitted from some ominous tunes. Dracula, especially, needed a haunting theme accompanying him and some ambient music would’ve really helped to liven up the film’s many dull exposition scenes.

Dracula’s brief and confusing rampage is easily ended when Van Helsing stakes him in his sleep…

Despite Van Helsing’s best efforts, Mina falls under Dracula’s spell, confessing to Harker that she’s becoming a creature of the night and breaking off their engagement. While Van Helsing is unflinching against Dracula’s threats, Mina’s maid (Joan Standing) is easily coerced into removing the wolfsbane from the entranced girl and spiriting her away. Luckily for her, Harker and Van Helsing spot Renfield fleeing to Carfax Abbey (although, honestly, where else would Dracula be?) and they pursue the crazed lunatic. This leads to a tragic end for Renfield as Dracula is incensed that his witless minion has betrayed his location (though…again…that should be the first place anyone would look!) and, despite Renfield begging to be tortured or punished, the sad fool is nonchalantly tossed down a flight of stairs to his death. While you might expect a tense showdown between Dracula and Harker, or perhaps a battle of wits between the count and Van Helsing, with the two perhaps buying time to expose Dracula to the rising sun and turn him to ash, the finale is far more disappointing. Dracula flees into Carfax Abbey with Mina in his arms and Harker and Van Helsing muddle about in search of him, knowing full well that he must rest in his coffin to avoid the rising sun. Van Helsing also knows that the only way to kill a vampire is with a wooden stake through the heart, so he improvises such an implement from the dilapidated abbey and the two stumble upon a coffin. While Mina isn’t inside, Dracula is, already fast sleep despite mere minutes passing, allowing Van Helsing to easily stake him to death with no resistance or the count’s death even being shown onscreen. Harker then finds Mina, who conveniently returns to normal, and the film abruptly and anticlimactically ends with the firm belief that Count Dracula has been destroyed forever.

The Summary:
Dracula’s never really been a favourite of mine. Out of all the classic gothic horror novels and all the Universal Monsters films, I can think of at least three others I’d rather watch or read than this one. Dracula lives and dies by the allure of its main star, the enigmatic Bela Lugosi, who brings an unmistakable gravitas to the role (and the screen) every time he appears. The man embodied the role so perfectly that it set the standard not just for future portrayals of Dracula, but most vampire characters (especially their leaders). Charming, sophisticated, and with a glare that can chill to the bone, Lugosi’s Dracula commands the screen and effortlessly woos all around him. Except, of course, for Van Helsing, played with stoic confidence by Edward Van Sloan as the natural foil to the malicious count. Honestly, I wish we’d gotten more interactions between these two in a battle of wits and wills as Van Helsing employed his vast knowledge to reveal Dracula’s true nature. Instead, we get a lot of sitting and standing around as characters describe stuff I would’ve loved to see, reiterate the plot or discuss vampire lore, or wonder what’s to do in their quirky, oh-so-British way. Dracula is visually impressive at times, especially the Castle Dracula set, though obviously its effects and techniques are painfully dated these days. The film touches upon the fear of the unknown, of being preyed upon by a conniving and manipulative, lustful predator, and Dracula’s tortured immortality but never fully commits. Similarly, the film’s ending seems to be very different and far less grandiose than the book’s, which definitely hurts it as it just…ends, leaving you unfulfilled. Ultimately, no one (least of all me) is denying the cultural significance of Dracula, but I absolutely feel it’s lacking in ways other Universal Monsters movies aren’t. Watch it to witness history but don’t expect much to hold your attention, especially if Lugosi isn’t on the screen.

My Rating:

Rating: 2 out of 5.

Could Be Better

Are you a fan of the 1931 big-screen adaptation of Dracula? If you’ve read the book, what did you think to the changes it made and the elements it brought to life? Do you agree that the film drags in the middle or were you as captivated by the narrative as Mina was by Dracula? What did you think to Bela Lugosi’s performance and would you agree that he’s the standard all Draculas should be compared to? Which adaptation of Dracula, or Universal Monsters movie, is your favourite? How are you celebrating Halloween this year? Let me know your thoughts on Dracula down in the comments, go read my other horror reviews, and donate to my Ko-Fi if you want to see more Dracula content.

Movie Night [Bat-Month]: The Dark Knight Rises

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Following his first dramatic appearance in the pages of Detective Comics, Bruce Wayne/Batman became a mainstream pop culture icon. The brainchild of writer Bob Kane, Batman was brought to life by artist Bill Finger and has been a popular staple of DC Comics and countless movies, videogames, and cartoons over the years. “Batman Day” fell on 20 September this year so I spent every Saturday celebrating comic’s grim and broody vigilante.

Released: 20 July 2012
Director: Christopher Nolan
Distributor: Warner Bros. Pictures
Budget: $230 to 300 million
Stars: Christian Bale, Tom Hardy, Anne Hathaway, Marion Cotillard, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Gary Oldman

The Plot:
After taking the fall for Harvey Dent’s (Aaron Eckhart) killing spree, billionaire Bruce Wayne (Bale) has retired from vigilantism and the public spotlight. However, when nigh-superhuman mercenary Bane (Hardy) terrorises Gotham City, Bruce is forced to suit up as the Batman once more.

The Background:
Once Joel Schumacher was done killing the live-action Batman franchise with his poorly received camp throwbacks, Warner Bros.’ desperate attempts to restart the series paid off thanks to visionary writer/director Christopher Nolan, writer David S. Goyer, and star Christian Bale and their well regarded reboot Batman Begins (Nolan, 2005). The three reunited soon after to produce a follow-up, The Dark Knight (ibid, 2008), a blockbuster success that is widely regarded as the best Batman movie. The film set a new standard for the genre, though at a cost as star Heath Ledger died from an accidental overdose following his surprisingly impressive turn as the Joker. Goyer’s original pitch for The Dark Knight called for the Joker’s return, but Nolan opted not to recast the role out of respect for Ledger. Initially reluctant to return due to this, and the poor track record of third movies, Nolan soon insisted on using Bane as the main villain to present both a physical and mental challenge to Batman in a story inspired by classic Batman events like The Dark Knight Returns (Miller, et al, 1986), Knightfall (Various, 1993 to 1994), and No Man’s Land (ibid, 1999). Tom Hardy was cast, gaining 30lbs of muscle and crafting a voice that drew much scrutiny. Bale returned as the title character and felt bittersweet and calling time on his Bat-career, while Hathaway trained rigorously for the role of Selina Kyle/Catwoman. Believing IMAX to be the future of filmmaking, Nolan avoided filming in 3D in favour of IMAX and once again insisted on doing as many effects practically and in-camera, including the dramatic opening sequence and Batman’s latest vehicle. Following another viral marketing campaign, The Dark Knight Rises also cleared $1 billion at the box office and was received very positively, with critics praising Hardy’s performance, its complex narrative structure, and Nolan’s direction. Many reviews criticised the bloated plot, however, and its bizarre characterisations and saw it as a disappointing conclusion.

The Review:
Honestly, it was going to be hard for Christopher Nolan to top or even match The Dark Knight. The movie earned its flowers as one of the most engaging and gritty superhero thrillers even if you discount Heath Ledger’s tragic death, and part of me thinks it might’ve been better to wait a little longer to follow it up, especially considering how lacklustre this third entry is. Granted, things start off positively as Nolan opens with a thrilling, IMAX-enhanced mid-air plane hijack as the masked brute Bane and his suicidally loyal followers infiltrate a Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) plane to kidnap renowned nuclear scientist Doctor Leonid Pavel (Alon Aboutboul). This breath-taking, fully practical, death-defying sequence introduces Bane, an intimidating and calculating villain. Rather than simply being a mindless brute, Bane is as articulate and loquacious as he is jacked, but you’d be forgiven if you had trouble understanding his obtuse soliloquys. Yes, I’m going to address the elephant in the room right away: Bane speaks with a very strange and at times indecipherable accent that often sounds pre-recorded, kind of taking me out of any scenes he’s in. Tom Hardy is a fantastic physical performer and Nolan did a wonderful job masking the height discrepancy between him and Bale, but his accent and line delivery is so strange and distracting that it can detract from Bane’s menace. I just wish we could’ve heard him speak in a less janky mishmash of accents, or perhaps if we could more clearly see his lips moving through the mask’s mesh, because Bane frequently seems ridiculous due to this decision (though, to be fair, memes and parodies haven’t helped his portrayal).

Broken and grieving, Bruce ignores his ailments and all advice to suit up as Batman once more,

In the eight years since the last film, Harvey Dent has been honoured as a hero, Batman branded a murderer, and the “Dent Act” has largely kept Gotham’s streets free from organised crime. Despite finishing the last movie fully prepared to be hounded and vilified, it seems Batman retired pretty soon after The Dark Knight. The rebuilt Batcave suggests he kept it up for a bit, but dialogue also suggests he disappeared the same night Dent died, which is confusing. Bruce has also shut himself away in Wayne Manor for many years. Still grieving the loss of his childhood friend and love interest, Rachel Dawes (Maggie Gyllenhaal), Bruce retreated after overseeing the development of a clean fusion reactor and mothballing it to keep it from being converted into a weapon. A reclusive shut-in, Bruce is riddled with physical ailments from his crimefighting antics, having lost all cartilage in his knees, and has become so morose that he’s let Wayne Enterprises fall into financial ruin. When he’s robbed by brazen cat-burglar Selina Kyle (Hathaway), Bruce uses his detective skills and resources to track her down and seems reinvigorated at the chance to don the Batsuit once more. Quickly (and magically) compensating for his injuries with a single leg brace, he eagerly returns to the streets despite the protests of his loyal butler and father figure, Alfred Pennyworth (Michael Caine), who believes (and rightfully so) that Bruce is no longer physically capable of contributing as Batman and that renewing his vigilante ways will simply lead to his senseless death. Instead, Alfred (and Lucius Fox (Morgan Freeman), executive vice president of Wayne Enterprises and Bruce’s quartermaster) encourage him to pursue more meaningful endeavours, such as sharing his clean energy reactor, funding orphanages, and pursuing “lovely” philanthropist Miranda Tate (Cotillard), who longs to collaborate with Bruce and bring glory back to his family name.

Lies have created a period of peace for Gotham, but its foundations are incredibly fragile.

As beaten down as Bruce has become, police commissioner James “Jim” Gordon (Oldman) is equally burdened by guilt. In the years since The Dark Knight, Gordon has been celebrated as a hero but at the cost of his family and is currently at risk of losing his position since he’s become superfluous. Clearly still guilt-ridden for failing to save Dent and lying about his death for eight years, Gordon’s plans to come clean are scuppered when he’s captured by Bane’s henchmen and brought to the main man himself. Though he manages to escape, Gordon’s wounded and bedridden and pleads with a concerned, partially masked Bruce to bring the Batman back to face this new threat. Later, he’s instrumental in galvanising the city police and civilians against Bane’s forces, and in tracking down Bane’s bomb. Although Gordon’s still in charge of the police department, much of the day-to-day operations are now run by Peter Foley (Matthew Modine), an uptight and annoyingly antagonistic individual who’s determined to oust Gordon by apprehending the Batman and continually ignores evidence of the greater threat, no matter how often rookie cop John Blake (Gordon-Levitt) tries to warn him. Seen as a “hothead” (despite literally being as cool as a cucumber), orphan Blake is quickly promoted to detective when his keen insight rescues Gordon, and works diligently to uncover Bane’s true plan. Blake gains additional support when, after Gordon’s kidnapping, he goes to Bruce for help, revealing that, as a fellow orphan, he recognises both Bruce’s pain and his attempts to mask it with his playboy persona, thus revealing his knowledge of Bruce’s dual identity. Blake therefore becomes something of an apprentice to both Bruce and Gordon, learning of Bruce’s motivations to wear a mask and fight crime and putting his natural deductive reasoning to good use, all to serve true justice and make life better for his fellow orphans. Naturally, Bruce is also aided by Fox, who gives him a tour of an off-the-books armoury where all his new Bat-toys are stored, including a fearsome jet-plane concept imaginatively called “The Bat”. Fox is begrudgingly forced to agree with the Board that Bruce needs to step down, advocates for Miranda to continue their work, and is forced to aid Bane when he holds the city hostage so Pavil can weaponise the fusion reactor.

Bruce’s relationship with Alfred crumbles as his intrigue in Selina is piqued.

Of all Bruce’s supporting cast, it’s Alfred who has changed the most, however. Just as Bruce and Gordon struggle with their guilt and decisions, Alfred is agonised at having lied about Rachel choosing Bruce over Dent. When Bruce insists on reviving the Batman, Alfred pleads with him to explore other solutions to Gotham’s troubles but, when his protestations fall on deaf ears, he’s forced to come clean in a last-ditch attempt to keep Bruce from throwing his life away. Instead, Bruce reacts with anger and orders Alfred to leave, leaving his father-figure heartbroken and leading to some bittersweet amusing scenes where Bruce realises how much he relies on his faithful manservant. Much of Bruce’s investigation into the so-called “Catwoman” revolves around retrieving his mother’s pearls, but he soon realises she’s a devious, highly capable, sultry thief who’s desperate to acquire the fabled “clean slate”, a piece of technology that will erase all records of her and presumably allow her to give up her life of crime. Manipulative and a master of deception, Catwoman allies with anyone, no matter how morally skewed they are, to achieve her goal, but is captivated when she fights alongside the Batman. Her distrustful, selfish nature sees her sell Batman out to Bane, but she’s stricken with a conscience when she learns of Batman’s true identity. She thus helps him in the finale, despite having achieved her goal, though she has little interest in following Batman’s “no-kill” rule. Hathaway definitely embodies the role and makes an impression in her skin-tight catsuit. Selina sports some gadgets and martial arts skills of her own, but her greatest ally is her ability to assume different roles (on the fly or with a simply costume and demeanour change) to deceive her marks, with only Bane proving immune to her deceptions and flirtations.

Calculating powerhouse Bane has an intimidating presence…until he’s revealed to merely be a pawn.

All throughout the film, we’re drip-fed information about Bane. Alfred (…somehow…) tells Bruce how Bane was the prodigy of his old mentor and enemy, Rā’s al Ghūl (Liam Neeson), and a man so ferocious and feared that he was excommunicated by the League of Shadows. When held captive in a prison in the Middle East – a desolate pit where inmates risk life and limb trying to climb to freedom using a precarious rope – the critically injured Bruce learns of a child who made the climb, forsaking all fear and the safety of the rope, and claw his way to freedom. Bruce assumes the child is Rā’s’ son, out for revenge, and Bane himself boasts of his goal to “fulfil Rā’s al Ghūl’s” destiny. A large, muscular man, Bane intimidates through sheer size and presence but swiftly and deftly proves his threat by snapping necks, crushing windpipes, and punching through solid concrete with his bare hands. Unlike in the comics and most iterations, this isn’t due to the superhuman drug Venom but actually thanks to his mask, which constantly feeds him aesthetic to numb the pain of the wounds he received in the Pit. Calculating and vindictive, Bane immediately targets Bruce, pulling off a very public robbery of the stock exchange that somehow leaves Bruce bankrupt and colluding with greedy businessman John Daggett (Ben Mendelsohn) to seize Wayne Enterprises. Once he’s achieved the funding and influence he needs, Bane captures Bruce’s armoury and brutalises Batman in a completely one-sided fist fight that leaves Bruce broken and humbled. Bane then outs Dent’s secret, destroys all bridges leading in and out of Gotham, traps the cops in the sewers when Foley stupidly sends their entire force to flush the mercenary out, and turns Gotham into a veritable no man’s land for five months as he threatens to detonate his nuclear bomb if anyone tries to escape. Bane’s plot is therefore essentially a combination of Rā’s’ and the Joker’s, exposing Gotham’s corruption and encouraging civilians to turn to anarchy, all with the threat of total destruction overhead. This is honestly a far cry from releasing Batman’s rogues from Arkham Asylum and watching as they mentally and physically wear him down. To be fair, it’s not like there were any recognisable inmates for Batman to fight here. Sure, Doctor Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Cillian Murphy) gets a quick, fun cameo but Batman is mostly fighting Bane’s goons, Foley’s cops (but not all cops since many are strangely still on his side), or Bane himself.

The Nitty-Gritty:
There’s a theme in The Dark Knight Rises and you’ll never guess what it is: it’s rising. Rising from adversity, from pain, from obscurity; rising against corruption, deceit, or malicious forces. And, naturally, one can’t rise without a fall, but my issue with this film is that Bruce falls so many times. Bruce rises from the stagnant quagmire of his reclusive life to return as the Batman, only to immediately fall at Bane’s hands due to his hubris and be forced to rise again (literally and figuratively) when imprisoned in the Pit. It’s not clear how bad Bruce’s injuries are here as he shrugs off that cartilage issue, seems just as capable as ever as Batman when not facing Bane, and easily recovers from what is potentially a broken back with a well-placed punch and some basic exercises. Personally, I was hoping for an adaptation of Knightfall first and foremost: start with Bruce being physically and mentally worn down by grief and fighting both the cops and criminals so he’s completely exhausted but too stubborn not to confront Bane. Then he can rise from his hubris and his injuries all at once and we’d get not only more Batman action in the early going, but a better payoff for The Dark Knight’s ending. Also, the film jumps all over the place, to the point where it seems the injured and bankrupt Bruce escaped the Pit and returned to the inaccessible Gotham through magic. It might’ve been better to skip the Pit altogether and have Bane imprison Bruce deep in the sewers, perhaps with Godon and the cops, who learn his true identity and the truth about Dent, and are therefore inspired to join him against Bane.

Nolan finally delivers an intense fight scene alongside his jaw-dropping practical set pieces.

Indeed, a lot of The Dark Knight Rises just feels like padding and it lacks much of the gravitas of its predecessors since it repeats many of their story beats. Nolan continues to struggle with fight scenes, though the team-up between Batman and Catwoman in the sewers is a lot of fun, the grand destruction of Gotham’s football field is suitably impressive, and the intense brawl between Batman and Bane is a memorable sequence. Devoid of music so all we hear are the combatant’s blows, Bane’s taunting, and Batman’s stubborn growling, the fight shows just how ill-prepared and overconfident Bruce is. Just as Alfred feared, Bruce underestimated Bane and “[fought] like a younger man” rather than preparing for the fight. It’s interesting that Batman, a character typically depicted as very smart, didn’t think to target Bane’s mask in this fight. He learns of this vulnerability and uses that tactic in their rematch, though Bane reacts furiously by this and is still positioned as Batman’s physical superior. Even Batman’s gadgets are useless against Bane, though Batman’s new EMP gun helps stop Bane’s goon after their heist. Batman also pilots the Bat, a jet-like vehicle that allows him to quickly and easily fly around Gotham’s skyscrapers. It’s not used much (there’s only really a need for it in the finale), so Batman continues to ride the Batpod, though prototype Tumblers are commandeered by Bane. Nolan definitely ups the scope for The Dark Knight Rises, staging an all-out war between Gotham’s police and ordinary civilians and Bane and his troops in the finale. It’s a bit of a mess with lots of smoke, bullets, and bodies crashing into each other. Background characters simply collapse and die, Foley is killed offscreen, and the entire scuffle is literally framed as a distraction so Batman can fight Bane once more, in broad daylight, to find the trigger to his bomb.

A cringey death here, a disappointing finale there, and Bruce gets to retire once again.

Bane claims to have hidden the trigger somewhere in Gotham and that anyone could accidentally set it off at any time. In the five months Gotham is on lockdown, Blake and Gordon try to rally the civilians with the hope of Batman’s return as Crane and Bane execute the city’s government in a kangaroo court. Although he takes a beating, Batman overpowers Bane by targeting his mask but is absolutely dumbfounded when Miranda literally stabs him in the back and reveals her true identity as Talia al Ghūl and that it was she who made the climb thanks to Bane’s protection. Talia’s gloating is quickly rendered moot thanks to Gordon blocking the trigger, so she races to activate the bomb herself after Bane is unceremoniously killed by Catwoman and a blast from the Batpod’s cannons. Catwoman helps Batman and Gordon to catch Talia, who ultimately crashes and gives one of the worst onscreen deaths in cinema history, followed by a strangely uncomfortable kiss between Batman and Catwoman, and Gordon looking like a complete fool as he was truly clueless about the Batman’s true identity until Bruce made it explicitly clear. With no way of stopping the bomb, Batman does the only thing he can and carries it out to sea using the Bat, seemingly perishing in the blast. In the aftermath, Dent’s legacy is tarnished, freeing all those convicted in his name, and the Batman is memorialised by the fickle Gothamites. Fox, Gordon, and especially Alfred are left heartbroken by Bruce’s death but soon realise that he survived. The Batsignal is found repaired, Fox discovers the Bat’s ejector seat malfunction was repaired, and Alfred literally sees Bruce, now retired and seemingly happy with Selina. Finally, Blake resigns and finds Bruce left him a special package under his legal name, “Robin”, that leads him to the Batcave, where he literally rises into the darkness to an unknown destiny.

The Summary:
Despite the tragedy of Heath Ledger’s passing, I was excited for The Dark Knight Rises when it came out because I’m a big fan of the Knightfall story but, honestly, this film struggled from the start. The lame and uncreative title, Hardy’s weird-ass voice, Bale’s odd demeanour as Batman, and the confusing editing, strange dialogue, and inconsistent performances really hold this one back. Honestly, it feels as though everyone was contractually obligated to do a third movie but no one really wanted to. There’s effort here, for sure, and Nolan is still putting his all into the practical effects, but the execution is lacking and there’s so many odd flaws and plot holes that I wouldn’t expect from Nolan and his team. Bale continues to be the quintessential Batman, adding new nuance through his stubborn refusal to see that he’s past his prime, his hubris, and his deteriorating relationship with Alfred, but his Batman seems strangely tired and ineffectual here and I really didn’t like that he just gave up and then magically recovered from all those injuries. Anne Hathaway, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Tom Hardy inject some much-needed life into the film, though. Anne was easily the best Catwoman at that point, Nolan surprised me with the Robin reveal, and Hardy made for a fantastic Bane…except for that weird accent. I just feel like there’s too much happening here, with Batman’s return, the clean slate stuff, Bane’s convoluted plan, the Pit, the no man’s land stuff…it’s a lot and it’s very messy, which is also unlike Nolan. In the end, it feels like an extended, lacklustre epilogue to a great duology. It delivers an unexpected and somewhat unfulfilling end to Bale’s Bat-career, with this Bruce being one of the few to survive long enough to retire, but ultimately fails to deliver a satisfying follow-up to perhaps the greatest Batman movie ever made. Catwoman’s sex appeal, the fight between Bane and Batman, and all the stunning IMAX-enhanced action sequences aren’t enough to make up for an otherwise dull, plodding affair that ends the trilogy on a disappointingly sour note.

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Do you think I was too harsh on The Dark Knight Rises? What did you think to Tom Hardy’s portrayal of Bane, especially his accent? Is Anne Hathaway the best live-action Catwoman we’ve ever seen? Were you also annoyed that Bruce quit after The Dark Knight and by how easily he recovered from his injuries? What did you think to this version of Robin? Were you as disappointed with the film as I was or is it a favourite of yours? How are you celebrating Batman Day this year? Whatever your thoughts The Dark Knight Rises, or Batman in general, share them below.

Movie Night [Star Trek Day]: Star Trek V: The Final Frontier

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On 8th September 1966, the first episode of Star Trek (1966 to 1969), “The Man Trap” (Daniels, 1966), first aired. Since then, Star Trek has become a massive cultural phenomenon, spawning numerous continuations and spin-offs to become, perhaps, the most influential science-fiction franchise of all time. Accordingly, the 8th of September has been deemed “Star Trek Day”, the perfect excuse to celebrate this massive sci-fi franchise.

Released: 9 June 1989
Director: William Shatner
Distributor: Paramount Pictures
Budget: $26 million
Stars: William Shatner, Laurence Luckinbill, Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelley, George Takei, and James Doohan

The Plot:
When Mister Spock’s (Nimoy) hitherto-unknown half-brother Sybok (Luckinbill) takes the USS Enterprise hostage with his empathic powers, Captain James T. Kirk (Shatner) must prevent him from a seemingly suicidal mission to find God at the centre of the universe.

The Background:
Despite a worldwide gross of almost $140 million, Star Trek: The Motion Picture (Wise, 1979) was a critical disappointment that Paramount blamed on Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry. Thankfully, the franchise recovered with Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (Meyer, 1982), commonly considered one of the best Star Trek movies, and Paramount eagerly capitalised with what became the then-lowest-grossing third entry, Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (Nimoy, 1984). Still, positive reviews justified a fourth film, which saw star and director Leonard craft a light-hearted time travel romp, Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (ibid, 1986), which proved a critical and commercial success. Thanks to his contract, star William Shatner was promised the chance to direct the next Star Trek film and took inspiration from charismatic, but misguided, televangelists for the story. In his initial drafts, Sybok was known as Zar and the biblical elements were further emphasised in the conclusion when “God” transformed into a more Satanic form. Producer Harve Bennett insisted on changing the script, which Roddenberry also had issues with, and subsequent redrafts and budgetary concerns excised the rock monsters planned for the finale. Shatner allegedly favoured a grittier and more realistic aesthetic and the production team apparently redesigned many sets, including the Enterprise bridge. The film’s effects were handled by Associates and Ferren, with the budget increasing due to Shatner’s insistence on viewing much of the test footage. Sean Connery turned down an offer to star as Sybok so the role went to Laurence Luckinbill when Shatner was impressed by his portrayal of President Lyndon B. Johnson. Star Trek V: The Final Frontier’s $63 million box office fell way short of Star Trek IV’s and made it the lowest-grossing of all the feature films! This was reflected in the overwhelmingly negative reviews that criticised Shatner’s direction, the inconsistent tone, and the poor special effects. Luckinbill’s performance was praised, however, but even Shatner expressed dissatisfaction with the finished product, which is often considered one of the worst in the franchise. That didn’t stop Paramount greenlighting a sixth film the following year, though it did lead to a brief scramble to recover from The Final Frontier’s poor reception.

The Review:
The Enterprise-A crew starts The Final Frontier in the midst of a well-deserved shore leave. Well, except for poor Commander Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (Doohan), who misses out on a vacation with blossoming love interest Commander Nyota Uhura (Nichelle Nichols) to help get the comically malfunctioning Enterprise-A up to scratch. The state of the Enterprise-A is a recurring issue throughout the film and primarily serves as both a comical situation (Kirk struggles with the turbolift doors), an obstacle to be overcome (Scotty works tirelessly to fix the inoperable transporters), and as a convenient way to handicap the crew for dramatic impact. Kirk and his away team cannot be beamed out, for example, and rely on shuttlecraft to journey to and from the Enterprise-A and the questionable nature of the ship’s weapons and shields means even Klingon Captain Klaa’s (Todd Bryant) outclassed Bird of Prey is a potential threat. Unfortunately, this threat remains a secondary concern; we never see the Enterprise-A battle Klaa so it’s a moot point. The ship’s also more than capable of travelling at warp speed and all its sensor systems are operational, so it’s only systems that would limit the film’s action that erupt in a shower of sparks. The film also, surprisingly, hand waves the recurring trope of the Enterprise constantly being called to dangerous situations, no matter their condition. When Kirk mentions the “mess” that the Enterprise-A is in, Fleet Admiral Bob (Harve Bennett) states he has “no experienced Captains” in close proximity to Nimbus III and “needs Jim Kirk”.

The morbid Kirk vehemently rejects Sybok’s powers and even questions “God”.

Though in a far better place, mentally, than in previous films, age is still taking its toll on Captain Kirk. Whereas “other men” have families to spend shore leave with, he spends his camping in Yosemite National Park with Spock and the miserly Doctor Leonard “Bones” McCoy (Kelley) since they don’t have anyone else. While Kirk fills his time with unnecessary risk-taking and Bones chastises Kirk’s foolhardy disrespect for life, Spock prefers to test his hoverboots and contemplate the lyrics of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”. It’s while subtly mocking Spock’s misunderstanding of Earth customs that Kirk reveals a morbid belief that he’s destined to die alone, something which has left him somewhat emotionally empty and fearless. Despite his protestations about taking the malfunctioning Enterprise-A to address the hostage situation on Nimbus III, Kirk follows orders and finds new ways to get around the limitations of the script ship. He leads the away team in infiltrating the capital, only to find the hostages – the bitter St. John Talbot (David Warner), the disgraced General Korrd (Charles Cooper), and the alluring Caithlin Dar (Cynthia Gouw)) – have fallen under Sybok’s sway. Outmanned and outgunned, Kirk has no choice but to allow Sybok and the entranced diplomats safe passage to the Enterprise-A, where Sybok demonstrates his unique empathetic abilities. Even when faced with Sybok’s power, which causes visions of a person’s “hidden pain” to manifest visually, Kirk remains defiant. In one of the film’s best scenes (and of Shatner’s Star Trek career), Kirk launches into an impassioned tirade and vehemently rejects Sybok’s offer: “I don’t want my pain taken away! I need my pain!” Convinced that Sybok is a “con man”, at best, and “mad” at worst, Kirk both refuses to join him or co-operate and adamantly tries to talk him out of breaching the “Great Barrier” since Sybok claims to be on a mission from “God”. Kirk’s scepticism is briefly rocked when the Enterprise-A breaches the Great Barrier, but only for a moment. Just as he shrugged off Sybok’s allure, Kirk questions the authority and legitimacy of the “God” (George Murdock) they find on Sha Ka Ree. Again, Kirk feels untouchable, even when faced with a supposed deity, simply because he has not only seen more than enough to make him fearless and also because he’s “not alone” and therefore cannot die.

Sadly, Sybok’s relationship with Spock and the extent of his abilities isn’t explored as much as I’d like.

The Final Frontier is pretty significant for Spock since it not only explores aspects of his childhood he actively chooses not to discuss but also revolves around the complex relationship between him and his hitherto-unknown brother. Unfortunately, these elements aren’t as developed as I’d like and it’s telling that Sybok has never been mentioned again in Star Trek lore (as far as I know). What little we learn of their past is told through vague exposition and a surprisingly emotional confrontation when, after being forced to relive the pain of his father’s (Jonathan Simpson) disapproval of his half-human nature, Spock also rejects Sybok’s repeated offers to join him. Though he condemns Sybok for betraying the logical principals of Vulcan culture and violating Federation law, Spock still hesitates when ordered to kill his half-brother, showing he’s not at completely above emotion, and clearly grieves for Sybok in the finale. Bones is mostly played as the comic relief and peacekeeper of the three, scolding Kirk for reprimanding Spock’s hesitation and offering bitter commentary on their poor social lives. However, Sybok reveals that Bones’ cantankerous personality stems from a tragic and horrific event in his past where his sick father (Bill Quinn) begged to be spared of his slow, painful death. Though conflicted, Bones ultimately disregarded his Hippocratic Oath, only for a cure to be found shortly after. It’s a harrowing scene that explains a lot about McCoy’s curmudgeonly disposition, and is effectively related, especially when Sybok criticises Kirk for not realising the dark pain residing in his friends. We also get a recurring sub-plot where Scotty avoids Sybok’s influence and helps Kirk and the others escape from the brig, and a fun moment where Commander Pavel Chekov (Walter Koenig) commands the Enterprise-A. Otherwise, beyond Uhura showing her naked allure and suddenly being hot for Scotty and Lieutenant Commander Hikaru Sulu (George Takei) acting as Sybok’s right-hand once the charismatic Vulcan gets his claws into him, the rest of the crew assume their usual roles and get slightly less to do as the film’s geared more towards philosophical and moral debates rather than space battles.

While the charismatic Sybok steals the show, it wouldn’t be classic Star Trek without a Klingon threat.

Sybok has an alluring charisma, for sure. Even without his empathic abilities, the Vulcan has a silver tongue and easily talks down armed foes with his captivating words. Influencing individuals on an emotional level, Sybok encourages them to “share their pain” in what’s essentially an extension of the traditional Vulcan mind meld. Using his empathic abilities, Sybok brings out a person’s deepest pain and encourages them to face it, share it, and be free of it, leaving them so grateful to be free of their burden that they pledge themselves to his mad cause, abandoning loved ones and principals in the process (but, crucially, retaining their core personalities). Seen as a renegade, Sybok was cast out from Vulcan for embracing emotion and has embarked on a lifelong quest for Sha Ka Ree (what we would call “Eden”). Having been sent visions and instructions from “God”, Sybok recruits followers to breach the Great Barrier and commune with the All-Mighty to understand the meaning of life, and then spread that wisdom to others. Thus, Sybok is not a traditional villain or a violent man; he chastises Chekov for inciting violence in Nimbus III, practically begs Kirk and the others to follow him, and uses reason and words rather than weapons. Sybok is no less dangerous in Kirk’s eyes, however, since the sceptical Captain believes they’re heading for disaster following Sybok’s mad ambition. Because Sybok represents a more philosophical and moral villain, The Final Frontier once again relies on the Klingons as a more traditional threat. Unfortunately, the upstart Klass is a far cry from the cold menace of Captain Kruge (Christopher Lloyd). Bored of destroying space debris, Klaa intercepts the Enterprise-A to test his mettle against a real opponent. Klaa’s threat adds a time limit to most scenes, forcing Sulu to manually dock the shuttlecraft so the Enterprise-A can escape to warp, but the two ships don’t engage in a space battle and Klaa’s threat is easily neutralised once Spock demands Koord reprimand his arrogant subordinate.

The Nitty-Gritty:
It’s tiresome to mention it, but there’s a popular notion that odd-numbered Star Trek movies are worse than the even-numbered one. While I mostly agree, I disagree in this case. It’s definitely not as good as the last three movies, but I’d much rather watch it than the next two and I’ve always had a soft spot for it. Part of this is Laurence Luckinbill magnetic performance (he makes for a charming and loquacious antagonist), part of it is the melancholy, haunting score courtesy of Jerry Goldsmith, and part of it is the relationship between Kirk, Spock, and Bones. The Final Frontier offers some of their best filmic moments, from Bones worrying over Kirk’s safety to Spock being weighed down because of the “marshmelons” they ate, to the anger Kirk throws towards Sybok when Bones is tempted by the Vulcan’s power. I’m glad they spend most of the film as a bickering threesome as it really emphasises how they’re like family.Kirk even refers to Spock as his “brother” by the end and acknowledges that they’ve become a substitute family. I love how they’re so familiar with each other that they disregard rank (though Spock does this reluctantly) and that Bones uncharacteristically defends Spock when he refuses to kill Sybok. The scenes of the three locked in the brig and escaping up the turbolift shaft are both light-hearted fun and an engaging glimpse at their relationship since Kirk is personally upset that Spock never told him about his half-brother. While we get some insight into Spock and Sybok’s past, with the implication that Sybok had always been a manipulative influence who bullied Spock, we don’t get as much detail as I’d like. A flashback or two over Nimoy’s narration would’ve been nice, but much of this relationship is tainted by the fact that it’s never brought up again, as though Star Trek would rather we forget about Sybok and this film. The best evidence of this is that the Enterprise-A travels to the centre of the universe in just under eight hours, something we know is impossible based on the perilous and lengthy journey of the USS Voyager, lending credibility that much of The Final Frontier are open to interpretation.

Some questionable effects aside, I really dig the philosophical debate.

The Final Frontier’s reputation probably isn’t helped by some questionable effects. While the models all look great, they are recycled from the previous movies and it’s tiresome seeing the Enterprise-A threatened by another Klingon Bird of Prey (and that the well-seasoned crew are continually stumped when the ship cloaks). The composition effects are woefully subpar so it’s probably a good thing we don’t really get a space battle. Even Spock’s hoverboots are a laughable effect, used alongside an obviously slanted camera angle or a suspicious turbolift shaft that’s clearly hiding cables to move the actors. There is a big action set piece on Nimbus II, however, where Kirk and the away team storm the city and get into a firefight with Sybok’s acolytes (on horseback, no less). Kirk even tangles with a bizarre cat woman (Linda Howard) to give Shatner a fight scene, though is just kinda ends when he tosses her into a water tank. Sybok captures Kirk and the others with ridiculous ease since he has more men and weapons, encounters no resistance on the Enterprise-A (as it conveniently has a skeleton crew), and isn’t involved in any physical altercations with the crew due to his pacifist nature. Instead, he and Kirk (and Spock, to a degree) debate their beliefs, with Kirk disputing the fantasy of Sha Ka Ree and Sybok talking to Kirk as though he were a confused and naïve child. Though incensed at having his ship taken from him, Kirk is powerless to intervene beyond defiantly escaping the brig and trying to alert Starfleet Command. However, his undeniable curiosity and desire to “boldly go where no man has gone before” sees him willingly return to the bridge once the Enterprise-A reaches the Great Barrier where, ironically, Sybok gratefully returns command of the ship to him, if only so Kirk can see that the unreasonable Vulcan was right all along.

Kirk defies “God”, is saved from death once more, and recognises his friends as his true family.

To the amazement of the crew, the raging cosmic storm at the Great Barrier proves to be an illusion and, upon breaching it, the Enterprise-A reaches Sha Ka Ree, a fabled holy land where creation is said to have originated. Curious, Kirk has Spock, Bones, and Sybok travel with him to the surface, discovering a barren wasteland. Just as even Sybok begins to doubt his journey, the earth quakes and a gigantic, semi-holographic visage appears bathed in an ethereal light. “God” assumes the guise of kindly old manto to “meet their expectations”. While Bones is stunned by the All-Mighty and Spock is quietly fascinated, Sybok is overjoyed to see that God is not only real, but everything he expected Him to be. As “God” compliments Sybok, it asks how the group penetrated the Great Barrier and becomes intrigued by their starship. Blinded by his faith, Sybok promises that the Enterprise-A will serve as the deity’s “chariot”, so that “God” spread wisdom to the galaxy, however their jubilation is interrupted by Kirk’s simple question: “What does God need with a starship?” When “God” questions Kirk’s identity, Kirk’s cynicism increases and, angered by the mortal’s disbelief, the deity blasts Kirk with its eyebeams. Shocked at this cruelty, both Bones and Spock repeat Kirk’s question, earning similar reprisals and leaving Sybok horrified that his God would act so callously. The being reveals that it’s some unknowable, eldritch creature that’s been trapped on Sha Ka Ree for an eternity and yearns to be free. Assuming Sybok’s form, mirroring the Vulcan’s arrogance and blind ambition, the creature threatens to kill them all unless the Enterprise-A is brought closer. Dejected by his mistakes and desperate to make amends, Sybok begs his brother for forgiveness and embraces the creature, sacrificing himself to overwhelm it with his pain. This is only a temporary reprieve for the shellshocked crew, however, as is the barrage of phaser fire from the Enterprise-A, as the creature returns and turns its wrath on Kirk after he has Bones and Spock beamed out. Luckily, General Koord orders Klaa to stand down, saving Kirk’s life when he was sure he would die, and leaving the three to ruminate on the true nature of God and return to their shore leave.

The Summary:
I’m fully aware that I’m in the minority of people who like Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, and I’m okay with that. It’s definitely better than the first and sixth movies, for me, and probably about on par with the third, honestly. Like The Voyage Home, it’s a bit more of a light-hearted adventure for the most part, with an emphasis on the banter and bickering between Kirk, Bones, and Spock to emphasise that the Enterprise-A crew (especially these three) are a tight-knit surrogate family. Yet, for all the pratfalls with Spock’s hoverboots and Scotty bashing his head, there are some deep ruminations on mortality and what it means to be human. Kirk’s dour outlook on his inevitable, lonesome end really speaks to the life he’s chosen for himself. I personally find it very inspiring that he chooses to live with his pain rather than take an easy fix since all his experiences, good and bad, have shaped his personality. Sadly, this theme is somewhat underbaked, as are many aspects of The Final Frontier, specifically Spock’s relationship with his random half-brother. I’d love to see this explored further somewhere so if there’s a book or something that delves into their past a bit more, please let me know, as Sybok was a fantastic character. I loved his enthusiastic and exuberant presence, his boastful confidence and pacifist nature, and the idea that he’s riding a fine line between confidence and madness. I do think the Klingon threat could’ve been removed, perhaps in favour of the Romulans or additional screen time showing Kirk and the others trying to overthrow Sybok’s control of the Enterprise-A. It’s a bit suspicious how easily they reach and breach the Great Barrier but I’ve always enjoyed the showdown with “God”, Kirk’s fearless defiance of the creature, and the endlessly quotable script in this horribly under-rated Star Trek movie. It could’ve been better, for sure, but it’s a personal favourite of mine and I do think it needs a bit more love for the positives and that the negatives need to be better explained to me as I just don’t think it’s as bad as people say!

My Rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Pretty Good

Are you also a fan of Star Trek V: The Final Frontier? What did you think to Kirk’s bleak outlook on his inevitable death? Did you enjoy the additional focus on the Kirk/Spock/Bones dynamic? What did you think to Sybok and the snippets of exposition we get into his past with Spock? Were you also frustrated to see another Klingon threat? What does God need with a starship? Which Star Trek captain, crew, show, or movie is your favourite and why? How are you celebrating Star Trek Day today? No matter what you think, leave your thoughts down below, support me on Ko-Fi, and go check out my other Star Trek content.

Movie Night: John Wick

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Released: 24 October 2014
Director: Chad Stahelski
Distributor: Summit Entertainment
Budget: $20 to 30 million
Stars: Keanu Reeves, Michael Nyqvist, Alfie Allen, Willem Dafoe, Adrianne Palicki, and Ian McShane

The Plot:
Former hitman John Wick (Reeves) returns to his violent life when a dog gifted to him by his beloved wife, Helen (Bridget Moynahan), is killed by a mobster’s reckless son, unleashing the feared “Baba Yaga” upon the terrified underworld once more.

The Background:
After Taken (Morel, 2008) became a surprise critical and financial success, it not only reinvigorated Liam Neeson’s career but also inspired a slew of similarly-themed movies. All of a sudden, aging action stars were in vogue, which meant writer Derek Kolstad’s dream to sell a spec script of an aging hitman being called back into service saw a new lease of life. The script caught the eye of producer Basil Iwanyk, who was looking for the freedom offered by smaller budget films and attracted to the core concept, and Kolstad accepted his lower bid so the movie could start production. The role was initially envisioned for an older star like Clint Eastwood and Bruce Willis was first attached to star before Keanu Reeves joined the project, eager for a new action role, and he recommending the script to veteran stuntmen Chad Stahelski and David Leitch. The duo suggested they direct they film (though Leitch was denied a co-director credit) and worked with Reeves to retool the script, de-aging the title character and making him a more stoic and mysterious character. Reeves’s personal experience with bereavement and previous experience with action roles served him well during his rigorous training, though the film was beset by budgeting woes. Inspired by crime thrillers and spaghetti westerns, Stahelski and Leitch sought to craft a unique world and avoid rapid editing for fight scenes, and the film’s $86 million box office made it a sleeper hit. Widely praised for Reeves’s enigmatic performance, impressive choreography, and exhilarating action sequences, John Wick was followed by equally praised sequels and spin-offs, re-established Reeves as an action star, and is the perfect film to revisit for the actor’s birthday.

The Review:
John Wick begins with intrigue, as it starts in medias res to find a battered and wounded John collapsing from his wounds, passing out while watching a video on his phone of his beloved wife. We then walk back a few days (maybe a week? Time’s a bit fast and loose here) to find John alone in his sparse, but spacious, home, still reeling from Helen’s unexpected death from an undisclosed illness (presumably cancer). Though surrounded by friends and well-wishers and finding some solace in his daily routine, John is like a zombie in these early scenes, sleepwalking through the burial and wake and greeting old friend Marcus (Dafoe) with a stoicism that borders on suspicion. It’s clear just from these quiet, sombre scenes that John’s a very private and reserved man who’s internalising his grief, that he faces an uphill battle of solitude and sorrow where his life has little meaning, the colour as drained from his world as it is from his abode. Then, an unexpected package arrives on his doorstep and John’s mask cracks as he reads Helen’s last message to him. Openly weeping, descending into heartbreaking floods of tears, John barely manages to read Helen’s note, which bequeaths him a cute little beagle, Daisy (Andy). Although John is initially ill-equipped for a puppy companion, forcing Daisy to sleep on the floor and feeding her cereal instead of kibble, the two quickly bond and John integrates her into his daily routine. This mostly consists of keeping a tidy and ordered house and taking his prized 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1, a vehicle that was his second love after Helen and which he regularly takes for a spin to keep his obvious skills up to par and to vent his grief and anger. Daisy joins him for these jaunts, enjoying the thrill and giving him something to care for rather than losing himself to anguish. John’s car is so impressive that it catches the eye of loudmouthed Russian lout Iosef Tarasov (Allen), who arrogantly tries to buy the car and is stunned and angered when John not only refuses but insults him in perfect Russian.

Feared former hitman John Wick is drawn back into his violent lifestyle after his dog is murdered.

Unfortunately, John’s cool demeanour and stoic confidence during this confrontation come back to haunt him when Isoef and his shit-kicking cohorts follow John home and jump him at night. After beating John down and leaving him a bloody mess, they steal his car and maliciously murder Daisy with a lead pipe, returning John’s numb devastation and marrying it with a rage the likes of which the hoodlums could never expect. Excited by his latest acquisition, Iosef delivers the Mustang to Aurelio’s (John Leguizamo) chop shop, only for the mechanic to react in horror, punching the mobster’s son and incurring the wrath of his father, whose anger is immediately quenched when he learns that Iosef stole the legendary John Wick’s car. Rattled, Viggo Tarasov (Nyqvist) admonishes his son, clearly torn between fear, love, and desperation, and reveals that the “fucking nobody” was a hitman so feared within the criminal underworld that he was the man many hired to “kill the bogeyman”. Described as a man of focus and pure will, John left behind his violent ways after falling for Helen and successfully escaped that life by performing an impossible task: namely, murdering Viggo’s competition and making him New York City’s top mob boss. Having employed John in the past, Viggo is very familiar with his methods and reputation, having seen him kill three men with a pencil, and knows his son is doomed, for John’s wrath is mythical. Still, Viggo tries to reason with John, only to be met with blunt silence. He even tries to proactively stop John before he can get rolling, leaving his squad murdered and John calling in favours from the past to help clean up the mess. His life shattered, fuelled by grief, anger, and a lust for revenge, John digs up his long-buried weaponry, washes himself off, and suits up to take action, insisting that he’s paying a quick visit to his old life to get to Iosef. Though he’s been out of the game for five years, John is a slick, ruthless, and efficient killer, often ending most foes with a quick one-two to the chest and head and easily overwhelming groups of armed men with his superior gunplay and uncanny ability to adapt to his environment. His reputation proceeds him, with many (even his enemies) respecting him or knowing to stay out of his way, though John’s not some mindless killer and spares those who are simply doing their job.

John is surreptitiously aided by some old allies, even if they pay the price for their deeds.

Despite insisting that he’s not returning to his old ways, John’s drawn back into his previous life by the need for information and resources. This leads him to the Continental, an opulent hotel and bar run by the enigmatic Winston Scott (McShane) and managed by Charon (Lance Reddick), a polite concierge who accommodates John’s wishes with a silver-tongue grace. Though pleased to see John, Winston warns him about dipping even briefly into his old ways and adds some additional lore to this fascinating world by stating that no “business” can be conducted on the Continental’s grounds, effectively making it a safe haven for all as long as they have enough of the strange gold coins the hitmen use for currency. Not everyone within the Continental is as mindful of these rules, however, as Miss Perkins (Palicki) eagerly ignores them to take a shot at John, relishing both the $2 million bounty and the chance to knock off the legendary John Wick. Though subdued by John, thanks to a warning shot from Marcus, Ms. Perkins seals her fate when she kills Harry (Clarke Peters), a former colleague of John’s who he paid to watch her and essentially becomes Viggo’s right-hand when he goes on a crazed revenge spree in the finale. This costs her dearly as Winston has her executed, not just for breaking his rules but also out of loyalty to John, whom he surreptitiously aids throughout the film. John’s also secretly aided by Marcus, a crack sniper and old friend who agrees to the $2 million contract only to help John by either warning him of imminent dangers or rescuing him, such as when he snipes the goons suffocating John during his passionate outburst to Viggo. This also ends badly for Marcus when Viggo takes a hands-on approach to making Marcus pay, though the feisty sniper doesn’t go down without a fight.

Despite knowing full well what John’s capable of, Viggo desperately tries to protect his son.

Despite having amassed a vast and profitable underworld empire thanks to John, Viggo is immediately rendered powerless upon learning that the “Baba Yaga” is coming for his son. He tries to barter with John and desperately tries to keep his son hidden and safe, but Wick is relentless, easily tracking Iosef down and extracting his revenge. Though he usually favours slick gunplay, John’s happy to get down and dirty with his foes, such as Iosef’s buddy, Gregori (Omer Barnea), whose neck he snaps with relish after he killed Daisy. Though far from invulnerable, and ending up pretty banged up from his escapades, John gloriously bests even swarms of armed opponents. However, he runs into a metaphorical wall when confronted by Kirill (Daniel Bernhardt), a towering opponent who briefly manhandles John and forces him to fight from beneath. Yet, John is implacable and is completely unfazed when he’s captured or held at gunpoint, sure that he’ll either find some innovative way to fight out of the situation or he’ll die trying, bringing as many with him as he can. Although Viggo could easily stop John’s rampage by giving up his son, he refuses to do this since, though Iosef is a fuck up and an asshole, Viggo has the same sense of loyalty and love as John feels for Helen and Daisy. Viggo’s reasonable at first but is enraged when John raids one of his hidden vaults and destroys not just a sizable stash of cash, but a bunch of documents and evidence he used to stay in power. However, when push coms to shove, Viggo is an opportunistic and self-serving mobster and eventually sells Iosef out to save his own hide. Interestingly, while John massacres Iosef’s bodyguards, there’s little to his final confrontation with the arrogant wannabe mobster, whom John simply executes via headshot. Although Viggo knew this was inevitable, having witnessed John at his peak and being terrified of him returning to the fold, Iosef’s death pushes Viggo over the edge. He transforms from a powerful but disconnected gangster into a spiteful, bloodthirsty savage as he takes his anger and grief out on Marcus and even taunts John, seemingly descending into near madness as he sees his end rushing towards him while John remains unnervingly cold and calm while on the job.

The Nitty-Gritty:
John Wick is a fascinating exploration of grief and how it affects different people. Even now, with all its sequels and spin-offs, we know surprisingly little about John’s life as the feared “Baba Yaga”. We get snippets of it here, but only as legends and in the way characters react to him (a mixture of fear and respect), but he is noted more than once to have been changed by Helen. It’s not clear how the two met, but her influence was clearly enough to have him questioning his ways and deciding to give up his guns for a simple life of peace and happiness. By all accounts, he stuck to this vow for “five years and change”, disappearing into myth to live an unglamorous but content existence, and characters react with both excitement and surprise when he appears to be “working again”. Interestingly, though John claims to have gotten “rusty”, his skills don’t appear diminished (but, then again, for all we know, the old “Baba Yaga” emerged unscathed from every fight) and he immediately snaps back into that mindset to get his revenge. John’s clearly struggling with his emotions and the weight of grief, which Helen knew would cause him only pain and loneliness, hence why she sent him Daisy. Although John and Daisy don’t spend much time together, she seems to at least partially fill the hole in his heart, and he was just getting used to her being around when she was ripped away from him. Plunged into the depths of his anguish and anger, John snaps back into his old ways and begins a quest for simple revenge, wishing only to make Iosef and his cohorts pay, but ends up tearing down Viggo’s empire as easily (if not more so) than he helped build it. It’s genuinely heartbreaking seeing John read Helen’s note, and hearing Daisy’s final yelp and seeing that she apparently crawled over to be near him as she died (or was dragged there to mock him). In this regard, John’s anger is fully justifiable as who hasn’t been enraged and spiralled into a fit of anguish at the unfair death of a loved one or the loss of a beloved pet?

John Wick is depicted as a fast, efficient, and ruthlessly relentless killer.

Being that it was spearheaded by career stuntmen, John Wick naturally impresses with its brutal and scene stealing fight scenes. John is a focused and intelligent former assassin, laying explosive traps and using the environment to his advantage wherever possible. He tosses goons through windows, drowns them, and takes any chance to snap their necks or stab them when they’re injured or prone. Most of the goons he fights are simple, out of shape mobsters with itchy trigger fingers who easily go down with the old one-two to the chest and head, splattering blood on the walls and easily being manhandled by John’s equally skilled close quarters combat skills. Kirill represents a far greater challenge due to his height, imposing physique, and impressive fighting skills, easily hefting John over a balcony and choking him with a plastic bag. John, however, is not only constantly moving and fighting back, but also not afraid to fight dirty, targeting limbs and even the balls to wound his foes and give him time to skillfully reload and execute a headshot. This sees him biting Kirill to escape being throttled, attacking his eyes, and finally choking the life out of him with a headscissor hold. The sadistic Ms. Perkins also offers John a physical challenge, surprising him in the Continental and striking while he’s nursing a serious wound. Unlike the tight-lipped Kirill, Ms. Perkins delights in taunting John, using her speed and sleight stature to target his arm and wound; anything to give her the edge over the feared “Baba Yaga”. In the end, as with every fight, John’s sheer tenacity wins out, but this is a great fight to showcase his adaptability, as John fights unarmed (save for a pillowcase). Later, John lugs around an impressive heavy shotgun, blasting at Viggo to learn Iosef’s location, and takes a page out of Marcus’s book to snipe Iosef’s bodyguards. The fights would steadily get more complex and intricate as the series went on, but there’s a raw grit to John Wick’s action sequences, which eschew quick cuts and frantic editing to showcase violent, ferocious, and largely grounded fight scenes that leave John battered and bloody and a pile of bodies in his wake.

John callously takes his revenge and is then motivated to keep going with a new canine friend.

In an attempt to buy himself time or eliminate John through sheer numbers, Viggo puts out a $2 million contract (upped to $4 million for those who break the Continental’s rules) for the legendary assassin, only for his men and those that take up the challenge to by brutalised and dead at John’s skilled hands. In desperation, Viggo has Iosef taken to a safe house, only for Winston and then Viggo himself to give up the boy, leading to John shooting up a club and then getting his revenge by executing Isoef via headshot. This would’ve likely been the end of it but, when news of his son’s death reaches Viggo, he visibly and disturbingly transforms into a near-psychotic agent of revenge, grief overtaking him and driving him to violent acts, just as it did John. This sees him callously torture Marcus for betraying him and even challenge John to a final showdown to settle the score, planning to flee via helicopter and sacrifice his remaining men by proxy. John takes up the challenge, incensed by Marcus’s death and uncompromising in his quest to make everyone pay for taking away the last ray of hope in his life. What follows is an intense car chase through the city, where Viggo succumbs to drug-fuelled madness and simply laughs as John offs his men one by one, even passing his exasperated assistant, Avi (Dean Winters), a gun and wishing him luck before delighting as John crushes the man with his car. Though far from a physical match for John, Viggo engages him in a hand-to-hand bout in the rain. Naturally, John mortally wounds the mobster with a knife to the neck and, in his own way, pays morbid respect to Viggo as he dies. Though seemingly happy to face his own end while watching a video of Helen, his late wife’s words are enough to encourage John to treat his wounds at a nearby veterinary clinic, where he also finds and adopts a dog scheduled to be euthanised. Having thus found a reason to live, John limps off through the rainswept night to return home, unaware (or unfazed) that his actions will have dire consequences…

The Summary:
I’ve always been a fan of Keanu Reeves’ more action-oriented roles. The guy has done enough movies by this point to be considered a star of the genre and he impresses once again here, bringing John Wick to life with a brutal efficiency that defined not only this franchise, but this sub-genre of action/thriller cinema. While the movie’s premise may be ridiculously basic and even a little laughable, the execution is anything but and I appreciated the raw simplicity of a man seeking revenge for his dog’s death, as who can’t relate to that? Of course, it’s not just about that as John is as much motivated by his unresolved grief about Helen’s untimely death as Daisy’s and what we’re left with is the story of a man who desperately sought to leave behind his violent past who’s now forced to reignite that fire to avenge his losses. Of course, John Wick is also a spotlight for the underappreciated and extremely talented stuntmen who work in the movie industry, showcasing startling and engaging fight scenes in full detail, even when under cover of darkness or in a packed nightclub. There are no frantic editing or quick cuts here: just fast, efficient, physical action that paint John as an effective, ruthless, but also vulnerable assassin. While the sequels would continuously up the ante, the simplistic, gritty nature of the fight scenes has always been very appealing in this first entry. This extends to the world-building, too, as we’re given just enough breadcrumbs and insight into this strange world to be intrigued without completely lifting the lid. While I would’ve loved to see more detail about John’s former life, I loved how his legend spoke for itself and the mystery surrounding him, and Keanu Reeves excelled in showcasing a range of emotions (from utter grief, to boiling rage, to a focused stoicism) in this enduring platform for both the actor and this genre.

My Rating:

Rating: 5 out of 5.

Fantastic

Are you a fan of John Wick? What did you think of Keanu’s performance and which of the fight scenes was your favourite? Were you fully behind John once his dog died or did you find the plot a bit too ridiculous? What did you think of the bits and pieces of lore we got here and the presentation of this underworld of assassins? Which film in the franchise is your favourite, and what’s your favourite Keanu Reeves movie? Whatever your thoughts, leave a comment below and become a member on my Ko-Fi to suggest other Keanu Reeves movies for future reviews.