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Monday, November 25, 2013

The Invention of Caller ID


When a Stranger Calls is one of those mild genre classics that has somehow eluded my 31 years on this planet. Despite my mother's constant quoting of "The call is coming from INSIDE THE HOUSE!" at several opportune moments in my life, I just never got around to Fred Walton’s 1979‘s's thriller.

Quick Plot: Everybody's favorite sugar-voiced dame Carol Kane plays Jill, a young babysitter whose charges are fast asleep when she reports for duty and supposed to stay that way all night. Before you can say Jamie Lee, Jill is stuck fielding creepy phone calls asking, very simply, "Have you checked the children?"


Now most responsible babysitters would take the deep breather's words to heart, but since Jill was told that the kids should not be disturbed, we'll give her the benefit of the doubt, especially after a police officer on the line assures her that since the door is locked, everything will be fine.


Ahhhh, the 70s.

When a Stranger Calls is probably most well-known for its opening, and it's easy to see why. Director Fred Walton sets a simple, incredibly tense tone as Jill sits in dim lighting, a villainous telephone never too far from her shaky reach. From those first twenty minutes, When a Stranger Calls earns its place as one of the decade’s most memorable thrillers.

It’s a shame that the rest of the film can’t sustain that energy. Charles Durning (not to be confused with Charles S. Dutton, unless you’re me and can’t EVER remember which is which) takes over as John Clifford, the policeman who collared the phone killer, an insane Brit named Curt Duncan. Seven years later, Duncan has escaped and John is on the case as a private detective to track him down. The film rotates between John’s investigation and Duncan’s hobo-like existence as the latter spends his days hitting on Colleen Dewhurst and getting into bar fights.


This isn’t uninteresting. Played by then-ailing actor Tony Beckley, Duncan is not your typical horror slasher. He’s scrawny and weak-looking, the kind of character you might smell from two cars down on the subway and walk a little closer to the street to avoid on the sidewalk. On one hand, he’s far less intimidating in nature than the kind of mad man we usually meet in these kinds of films. Made just one year after Halloween changed the film industry, When a Stranger Calls isn’t yet a slave to the formula that would come to define the genre. While Duncan is somewhat easily knockdownable, he’s also unsettlingly real.

The downside of not working with an established formula is that sometimes, you just don’t know where to go. The film starts out as a taut thriller, transitions into grizzled detective yarn, flirts with psychological drama, and finally ends on a note akin to Lifetime horror. 


High Points
Enough can’t be said about this film’s opening, which was incredibly tense even if I knew what the final punchline was going to be. I could only imagine how effective the reveal would have been for fresh eyes in 1979

Low Points
Focusing on three different characters--Durning’s detective, Duncan the killer, and Kane’s Jill--could certainly work, but the film spreads out the coverage so oddly that it’s hard to ever latch onto whose story this is


Lessons Learned
It's nice to offer your babysitter free reign of the fridge, but emphasizing that it includes low-FAT yogurt might be taken the wrong way

The best thing about having Charles Durning pursue you on foot is that even if you haven’t eaten in a few days, you’ll probably be able to outrun him pretty easily


When someone keeps asking you if you’ve checked the children, maybe it’s time to, oh I don’t know, CHECK the children

Rent/Bury/Buy
When a Stranger Calls isn’t necessarily a genre classic, but it’s well worth a visit if you’ve never seen it. Though the opening sets a tone that the rest can’t come close to living up to, the film features strong, interesting performances from the type of cast you just won’t normally find in this type of story. Director Fred Walton (who went on to work primarily in television movies with the affectionate exception of April Fool’s Day) knows how to build suspense, and while it’s not maintained in a typical way, When a Stranger Calls still manages to make for some tense and worthwhile viewing.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Hey, Have You Heard About This New Internet Thing? The Makers of this movie kind of have...



Actors appearing in this movie have also starred in such films as:

...and a whole lot of daytime television
Surely this will be a watchable 90 minutes of my life, you say.
Oh dear readers. See what happens when you call me Shirley? 

Quick Plot: We start with an affair gone mysteriously wrong when a man’s lovemaking to a faceless blond is interrupted by his wife and, off camera, a gunshot. Cut to 10 months later when now faced blond Sandra (Terri Colombino, a sort of first draft version of Kristen Bell) is moving into a new apartment headed by a cheerfully nosy landlady named Christine.

Cheerfully nosy landladies are great for exposition, see, because they allow our protagonist to explain all the makings of the Internet or, as Sandra and several other characters like to say, their very own Cyber World*. Through Sandra’s own FaceSpace page (yes...FaceSpace), we meet an online chat room community who gather weekly to play some never quite laid out trivia game in order to win movie memorabilia. Among the members are:
  • Sandra, who goes by the oh-so-annoying moniker SassyPlanner 

  • William Forsythe as an inexplicable chick magnet literary professor


Sexxxxxxxy
  • Body Snatchers (and ice skating girlfriend of Brandon Walsh in Season 1 of 90210) as a scarred ex-model (I think) with lawyer troubles (primarily because her lawyer is played by a possibly sedated Billy Dee Williams)

  • a bitter young lesbian mourning the death of her lover by spilling her guts out to a very weary Charles Durning as a tea-drinking therapist
  •  Mark (played by the original Angel in Broadway’s Rent) a flamboyant special effects artist with a cat that bares a chilling resemblance to my own
  • and a single mom sex phone operator
Also, a pair of mismatched FBI agents (including a barely audible Tony Todd) are investigating something or other which eventually leads them to suspect perky Sandra of masterminding a complex murder ring of sorts. This gets extra complicated (wait...the entire movie is already harder to understand than calculus) when Sandra falls for her generally rude neighbor Joe, whose sister conveniently enough is the busty agent heading the investigation. 

Perhaps the not-quite-explained connecting threads of all the characters is some sort of statement on the 6 Degrees of Separation quality that pervades cyberspace. Or perhaps the writers simply decided plotting would be easier if everybody had something in common, whether such a choice made any sense or not. Either way, iMurders contains far too many characters, far too many storylines, and far too few moments of any tension. A twist ending is mildly amusing enough (even if I did call it), but that doesn’t really add much merit when the film had taken us out of the main mystery with an extended subplot regarding Forsythe’s infidelity and career woes.


Oh! And did I mention the 3 minute scene wherein a janitor kind of hits on a young blond, who kind of rebukes him to discuss knowledge, which he kind of seems into? 
Trust me, I just made more sense than the entire film itself.
High Points
The ambitions of the mystery, which include about three major red herrings, are admirable enough...
Low Points
...though it’s a shame that a) they don’t all add up and b) none are actually interesting
Lessons Learned
The FBI has a very loose dress code that encourages cleavage display. This is especially convenient when you’re about 2 feet taller than your well-endowed partner

It’s hard to put the milk back in the carton when you’ve already had the cereal. And that makes some sort of statement on having an affair, I think

When attending an esteemed dinner of academics, the best possible accessory you can carry with your tux is a manilla envelope that contains blackmailing material

One should avoid smiling so cheerfully when giving a news report about a single mother found brutally murdered
The Winning Line
Cinemax Lesbian #1: “I love you.” 
Cinemax Lesbian #2: “I know”
Does quoting The Empire Strikes Back make iMurders awful, amazing, or smart enough to round up a second form of linkage on imdb?



Rent/Bury/Buy
Thankfully, iMurders is on Netflix’s Instant Watch which allows for a guilt-free viewing by only the truly self-hating film fans out there. This is not a good movie. To some extent, it has a so-weirdly-awful-that-you-might-be-tempted-to-try-it kind of vibe, but I discourage most of you out there to waste too much time attempting to untie the knots of logic put forth by the writing in this movie. In the end, you’ll probably have more fun logging onto your own FaceSpace page to play Boggle or snarkily enjoy the fact that your old enemy from high school is now fat. Weigh your priorities with care.
*As you might guess, I spend a fair amount of time online and am happily engaged in supportive and rewarding Internet communities. Of the many other users I know, I’ve never heard a single one refer to such a place as Cyber World. Am I missing out on hip new lingo, or is this one more example of how writers Robbie Bryan and Ken Del Vecchio have never actually logged on?