Showing posts with label quarantine 2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quarantine 2. Show all posts

Monday, September 27, 2021

Plane-tergesit

 


Logistically, it must be pretty tough to set a movie entirely in an airplane. You can't just use one out of rotation as a set, and building interiors that need to feel cramped but offer enough room for a camera crew can't be cheap. So while the glorious possibilities of claustrophobic tension and fiery crashes should be a no-brainer for the horror genre, I imagine budgetary restrictions limit our output to the handful of plane-set genre flicks out there. 

It's a shame, because as the overrated Snakes On a Plane, underrated Flight of the Living Dead, and barely rated Quarantine 2 show us, trading out a summer camp or apartment complex for 45 ton capsule of metallic engineering will always make things a bit more interesting. 

Quick Plot: A credits sequence gives us glimpses of a serial killer's souvenir collecting, but put a pin in that: it's time to board the redeye from LAX to JFK.


We get sprinkles of conversations that introduce us to the passengers and crew: a newlywed couple with incoming in-law drama, a returning army veteran ready to reunite with his family, an armed air marshal, rookie co-pilot, sweet flight attendant, sassy flight attendant, and to kickstart the plot, token "there's a man on the wing of the plane!"-guy whose fears seem completely out of line.


I mean, there's no one on the wing of the plane: it's a batch of female ghosts haunting the airplane restroom, of course!


Welcome to Flight 666, the rare original non-mockbuster produced by The Asylum Studio, with a cast and crew of Asylum veterans who clearly know how to make a movie on the cheap. It will likely shock you to know that Flight 666 is, well, fine. 


There's nothing terribly scary about the CGI toilet ghosts, but when you see "The Asylum Studio" float by in the intro, savvy genre fans will inevitably lower their expectations at the same ratio that the price of a water bottle increases the minute you step foot in an airport. 



But for all of their Atlantic Rims and Titanic 2s, any Asylum film's quality is ultimately in the hands of its filmmaker, and on more than a few occasions, the people behind the camera clearly care about the final product. Flight 666 is directed by Rob Pallatina, an editor who has 71 credits to his name since 2021. Take THAT, Thelma Schoonmaker!


Yes, those credits include titles like Pool Boy Nightmare and 2, 3, & 5-Headed Shark Attack.

And yes, I instantly Googled "4-Headed Shark Attack" and thank the kind folks at Reddit for answering what must be a commonly asked question.





I can't speak to Pallatina's other 5 directing credits (which seem to involve more Nazis and killer doctors than shark heads) but as a debut, Flight 666 suggests solid workmanship. He wrangles a large cast to deliver perfectly decent performances, and makes acceptable use of B-level CGI. The screenplay (by Jacob Cooney and Brandon Stroud) is shockingly patient, taking a good hour to reveal its ghostly secrets and giving us something of a surprise with its villain reveal. 



No, Flight 666 isn't Shakespeare or, say, Hereditary, but it's an adequate time waster that makes the best of its limited resources. There aren't many other haunted-house-on-a-plane movies, so if that's an itch you've had, this might be the only viable scratch. 

High Points
It's so easy to rile up your conflict by including the token a$$hole in your ensemble, so credit to Flight 666 for managing to avoid the usual eye-rolling arguments and allow its cast to mostly function as we'd imagine human beings would in the situation of, you know, being trapped on a haunted plane



Low Points
The flip of the above statement is that none of the passengers are especially interesting



Lessons Learned
First class passengers are extremely cooperative and will have no objection to moving back to coach if the air marshal asks nicely




The word "terrorism" just gets everyone worked up

A copilot's most important job is to relay the information that's been spoken out loud on the intercom to the pilot sitting in the same small space as that intercom



Brace!

Rent/Bury/Buy
Flight 666 isn't necessarily a good movie, but it kept my attention for 90 minutes and even managed a few surprises along the way. One could do worse (especially on Amazon Prime).

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Cheese In Your Stocking: Snowglobe

A new development in my life is the weird amusement I’ve found from gooey holiday cinema. If there’s a lesson to be learned at the end, then by golly, I can’t imagine why it doesn’t fit the criteria for reviews on the Doll’s House!

Today’s sugary entry is none other than a film that popped up on the Netflix recommends for Sci-Fi & Fantasy. While I *suppose* the idea of a woman being trapped in an alternate winter wonder-universe via her decorative snowglobe is trippy, the idea that liking Blade Runner implied I’d also like an ABC Family Channel original seemed too intriguing to pass up.

Quick Plot: Meet Angela, a pretty young woman who works at her family’s successful butcher shop in Brooklyn. After each day of wrapping up sausages (no irony! this is the Family Channel!) Angela goes home to her spacious one-bedroom in the apartment building owned by her overbearing family. Mom Lorraine Bracco and obnoxiously pregnant big sister constantly break in to use her oven and holiday plates, much to the annoyance of the “I’d rather be alone!” Angela. 


When not rolling her eyes, Angela gets to spurn the advances of the single architect/bartender/goofball living down the hall, played by the teacher/biologist/villain in Quarantine 2.

Who for some reason, keeps getting cast as the attractive love interest even though I find him about as weirdly horrifying as Tommy on the last season of Hell’s Kitchen.

Anyhoo, poor privileged Angela feels like she has a really harsh life, what with having to eat--gasp--lasagna at Christmas as the price to live in a rent-stabilized home. Of course, she could just get a job that didn’t involve seeing her family every day or, you know, move out of her gigantic one-bedroom Brooklyn apartment and not make her mom a spare key, but Snowglobe has a better idea.


One day, Angela receives the titular Christmas decoration from a mysterious benefactor, only to fall asleep to its charms and awaken inside a sweet Christmas village where goose is always in the oven and fake snow never melts.


It’s there that she meets Douglas, a tall glass of brainless eggnog who makes her perfectly mascara’d eyelashes flutter. Together they ice skate, wrap presents, and do other montage-worthy TV-G rated activities until a twist of fate/commercial break brings Douglas into the real world. 

If you’ve seen Elf, then you know what happens when a tall white guy from a magical land tries to ride a New York escalator. 

Aaaand yadda yadda, Angela learns the true meaning of Christmas--in this case, eating lasagna-stuffed goose with her kooky Cuban-Italian family and falling into the arms of The Goofball Next Door. 


Everyone is happy and our heroine finally discovers her true calling in life by opening up a Christmas store called--get this--Angela’s Christmas Store. It's nice when life is easy enough to not even make you think hard about naming stuff.

High Points
Although Will Ferrell did it first and better, Matt Keeslar and Kailin See have some cutesy fun as the goody good citizens of Snowglobeland

Low Points
Christina Milian is cute as a button. Christina Milian is also a terrible actress.

Lessons Learned
It’s good to fall asleep with makeup in place and giant hoop earrings shiny. Sure, it might be bad for your skin and back of your neck, but if you wake up in a magical fantasy land filled with handsome men, you really should look your best

One of the hardest words to pronounce with a bad Brooklyn accent = drawer

There are no black people in snowglobes



Sass Factor (Vital for any holiday original)
Angela's overly Italian family practically drip garlic, while her fiesty best friend makes the typical single gal mildly tolerable

Montage Mania (how else to show plot development when commercials are imminent?)
I counted at least two, one that showed Angela's happiness in Snowglobeland, the other, Not Will Ferrell's Totally Not Elf-Like NYC tour



Poll of the Day
Green lasagna: festive or tacky?


Stocking Stuffer or Stuffed With Coal?
Eh, Snowglobe is innocent fun for those who like virgin eggnog. And heck, we even get enough mixed drink ideas to bump the rating to a solid PG (eggnog + cinnamon schnapps anyone?). So nah, I’m not recommending it on a so-bad-it’s-goofy scale but I guess those who need to distract babysitting charges could do worse. As for me, my mouth is now watering for a horror director to tackle the idea of, you know, ACTUALLY being trapped in a snowglobe. Because you know, it is kind of horrifying.




Thursday, September 29, 2011

Those Air Miles Are Running Out Faster Than a Running Not Zombie!


Before I get to Quarantine 2: Terminal, allow me to be confused. Much like REC2 (you know, the sequel to the original film that inspired Quarantine but the sequel of which is not the basis for Quarantine 2: Terminal), the DVD opens with an advertisement for the grandeur of Blu Ray, which seems a little self-defeating when you’re going to watch it, you know, on DVD. 
Moving on, we then get to watch a preview for REC2, which is a sequel to the film that inspired Quarantine but not the film of which you’re about to watch. So don’t worry: you’re NOT watching a preview for the film you’re about to watch but in Spanish. Now if it were Quarantine (1), you would be. But you’re not, so--

Sometimes I get confused by things that don’t need to be confusing. Tyra Banks would say that I overthink. But we’ll get back to Tyra Banks in the middle of Quarantine 2: Terminal, which is a sequel--I guess--to the American film Quarantine, which was a remake of REC, which had a sequel that is unrelated to Quarantine 2: Terminal.

It's really confusing. I know.
Quick Plot: A bunch of stereotyp--er, characters--board a plane leaving LA. Amongst the rather skimpy batch of passengers are
-A crass fat guy who instantly mentions beer
-A video game playing teenagers who’s all “I don’t need YOU”


-An attractive young woman with medical experience
-A crazy old cat lady
-A couple who have accents and a video camera
-A workaholic with a laptop
-A pregnant woman
-Her asshole husband
-A young man with a good enough looking face to successfully flirt with the cute stewardess
-Hamsters

After some okay-to-forced airplane banter that establishes every character’s main trait, we catch The Crass Fat Guy vomiting up a storm. Before you can say drink cart, we’ve got rabid fast running ‘let’s argue about whether they’re zombie’ zombies as our plane lands in the titular terminal. Since the other part of the title here is ‘quarantine,’ we then get some government types sealing off the passengers and plucky flight attendant Jenny (Lea Michelle lookalike Mercedes Masohn) trying to survive in a warehouse. 

What else do we get, you ask? There’s conspiracies of course. HAZMAT suit wearing shlubs wheeled onscreen to give us exposition before getting shot. Some in-fighting, some animal attacks. The plucky stewardess rising to the occasion with her hair still shining bright enough for a Pantene commercial. Thermal night vision goggles because I guess it’s some sort of nod to the found footage aspect of its predecessor. 

That kind of stuff.
Like most of the horror fans I know, I rather enjoyed REC and was pleasantly surprised by its recent sequel. Sure, I felt Quarantine was unnecessary, but it was a decent cash-in that worked well enough for Americans with reluctant reading habits. A sequel didn’t NOT make sense, but a slicker version of Flight of the Living Dead doesn’t. 

Excuse me. I have to pause for the next hour to watch the season premiere of America’s Next Top Model: All Stars.

Brittany was unfairly eliminated. Girls screamed a lot. Tyra pulled a Sybil and it was more painful than it sounds.
We’re back to not zombie zombies.

And they run. And they bite. And drool. And stare straight at the camera to make those “garrrowwwww” noises. Because that’s how these things work.
There are few surprises in Quarantine 2: Terminal, though they do eventually come (see my spoiler alerted high point). It’s certainly a competent film, one executed more than decently by John Pogue (the apparent maestro behind the Yale horror Skulls series). The acting is more than passable, the gore gooey and believable, and pacing quite strong. But you know...there are zombies and they attack a diverse assortment of movie types in the exact order you expect. Some of us like that kind of thing. Others yawn.
High Points
MINOR SPOILER
What can I say? I do love me a secret subplot involving doomsday cults
MAJOR SPOILER

Yup, the pretty girl gets it. But her hair made it to the end.
Low Points
When you put a pregnant woman in the victim pool, you’d expect something tragic or exciting or different to happen to her, no? Yeah, but I guess writer director John Pogue did not
Is it a cinematic law that any film involving an airline must use the phrase “put your trays in the upright position” when making a sexual innuendo? Also note that this line is used by female flight attendants discussing oral sex on a cute passenger, but I suppose everything is okay since they follow the comment up with “The cute guy is really smart.” And yes, this does indeed make me think back to the recent Miss Universe pageant, where the plastic correspondents were overwhelmingly impressed to learn that one of the contestants can even PICK UP a newspaper
Lessons Learned
In flight attendant speak, engaged does not equal dead. In horror movie speak, it just means not dead until 30 minutes into the film 

Hamsters don’t have tails...HAMSTERS DON’T HAVE TAILS!
It’s apparently quite simple to pack a gun and ammo inside your baggage when traveling by plane
Time is really expensive nowadays
The Winning Line
Dude 1: Shit!
Dude 2: It’s just blood.
That’s cool right?
Rent/Bury/Buy
Quarantine 2: Terminal is fine. I don’t mean fine in a ‘girrrrrrrrrrrl, you so FINE’ kind of way. I mean it as ‘yeah, ya know, it’s okay, no sweat, it’s fine.’ You know, in other words, the white person way. As zombie films goes, it’s better than your average straight-to-DVD flick, but in no way does it do anything new or special. Even the plane angle was done before--and with more fun--in 2007 with Flight of the Living Dead, and THAT film had the bad guy from Kindergarden Cop in it. The film will eventually make a decent enough Instant Watch, but it doesn’t really deserve much else. 


Unlike Kindergarten Cop, which deserves to be showered in diamonds and anointed as a saint