Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Dream Warriors In Combat

The older I get, the clearer it becomes that I am a proud member of numerous minorities, mainly, those that defend movies generally panned by the evil majorities. But believe it or not, I’m not here today to talk about the Saw franchise. Instead, I fight the good battle with a man I respect intensely, yet differ with on a little remake known as A Nightmare On Elm Street.
Many of you know Cortez the Killer (of what is still unclear) from his spectacular blog, Planet of Terror. It gets a recommend of the highest Doll’s House caliber, Barbie pricing with Cabbage Patch Kid lovability. And yet, he despised Platinum Dune‘s April release with the kind of venom I reserve for something so offensive as the It’s Alive remake. 
Like the overly wordy writers we are, Cortez and I decided to engage in bloggal warfare, which consists of some classy and respectful dueling that brings up such biting issues as Samuel Bayer’s visual style, Rooney Mara’s art skills, the scare-ability of the vertically challenged, and Major League Baseball. Spoilers abound, as was necessary for the integrity of film criticism. I give you in full our debate. 


Cortez: OK....Round 1: FIGHT!

I'm pretty open to remakes. At first I'd grown tired but then realized that it’s going to happen regardless of how I feel. There is a natural fan base there and people are suckers for familiarity. So now that every time one comes along, I don't immediately spring to my soapbox. I try to take the film for what it is, see what it does to expound upon the original while at the same time, being its own beast. I've been surprised over the last couple of years with remakes like Last House on The Left and The Crazies. Films that are just as good if not far more superior to the original.

From the onset, the new A Nightmare on Elm St. lacks any sort of heart or genuine building of tension. Whereas the original paid mind to this all important element in horror, the new ANOES eschews all of that in favor of one too many repetitive jump scares. After about the second one, everything became utterly predictable all the way up until the completely boring and lackluster finale between Freddy, Nancy, and Joy Division emo boy.
Anyway...
Ka-Pow!

Emily the Emily:
Are there too many jump scares? Sure, but in fairness, there are less ‘gotcha!’ moments than scenes that ended with a random character firing a gun with perfect aim at a bad guy just in time to save a hero in The Crazies!

Perhaps that was a low blow, but maybe it’s also my intro of saying the Nightmare remake is not a great film. And you know what? Neither was its source material.

Johnny Depp has since gone on to easily be one of the most interesting actors of his generation, but as Glenn, he’s just sort of...there. We remember him for an awesome death and dreadful sense of fashion. Kyle Gallner’s Quentin feels, plain and simple, like a nice guy in high school, a boy with a crush on the weird quiet girl with really poor art skills. I wasn’t sold on Rooney Mara--she was just a tad too whiny for my taste--but overall, I'd say she's equal in sympathy to Heather Lagenkamp, with bad hair that's flat as opposed to frizzy.

In regards to your comment that this film has no scare-base, I disagree. Yes, the original worked by drilling into our fear of vulnerable dreams, but this one did something different: it gave Freddy a sadistic master plan. They mystery of how he fit into these kids lives--and if he actually fit in (ew, molesting pun!) the way their parents thought--is what drives this version. As a pedophile, Freddy Krueger is a genuine monster, a wormy criminal with both a grudge and horrifying sexual appetite. The thought that Nancy will spend an extended time in his nightmare playground-via-coma is a terrifying possibility that feels genuinely wrong and scary.


Cortez:
Keeeeeeeeawwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!

The overabundance of jump scares lead me to believe that a) the director had no faith in his ability to create genuine tension and atmosphere and that b) the studio perpetuated the constant lack of faith in keeping the attention of the modern day movie goer, AKA  the ADD, need action all the time, movie going masses. I thought it was both insulting and presumptuous. Doesn't anyone know how to make an atmospherically driven film anymore? Furthermore, the dream sequences were completely bland. Say what you want about the craptastic sequels, the ANOES franchise had some of the most fun and imaginative. Bayer was a music video director before and it clearly shows. I thought I was watching a Nine Inch Nails video half the time.

I agree with you to some extent regarding the thin characterizations of the original. But you could tell from the interactions that they were all friends. The opening scene where Glen pranks his mom using the tape recorder seemed like a natural thing to do. How many times growing up did you have sleep overs and do silly things as a kid? NONE of the kids in the remake felt like they were friends despite the fact that they all grew up together. Kyle's character was even more paper thin, incapable of expressing even the most basic human of emotions. Did you at any time feel like ANY of those kids were genuinely scared or terrified? I felt like they just walked around in a haze, a brooding, self-loathing haze. And I joked about this earlier but its true. A sensitive and nice guy does not a Joy Division t-shirt make. I felt like the director walked into a Hot Topic or listened to a Fall Out Boy record and said, 'I know what I'll do. I'll make the kid put on a Joy Division t-shirt and that will make him the quiet, awkward type. Nancy will listen to her iPod in her room, make the most retarded paintings ever, and that will signal that she's an outcast and social misfit.' Completely insulting.  And how do these kids NOT remember what happened to them when they were younger? I could accept the idea of repressed memories but not at one point during the film is it even mentioned.

In concept, the idea of Freddy having a sick sadistic plan and being outed as a child molester was supposed to have this shocking effect. But for me, the original's straddling of this concept (it never came out and said flat out that he was one) left a whole lot to the imagination. You could accept it at face value as him being a killer or to those that would want to sickly imagine something more, the child molester aspect was certainly not a stretch. I felt like this film pounded and drove the idea home, constantly. Again, insulting and completely assuming that as a movie goer you won't 'get it' so let's really drive the idea home with a prolonged flashback sequence and a prolonged dialogue on the subject. OK, GET ON WITH IT. I get it. This trend of humanizing the monster in recent remakes only serves to dumb down the character, detracting from the genuine fear created by the simple fact that 'it' exists.

And good god the makeup was terrible. Freddy looked like a fried hamster.



Emily:
Overabundance of jump scares? Eh, a few at the start to put a teenage ticketbuyers on edge. As a hardened horror fanatic, I’m rather immune to that particular gimmick, but I can appreciate that there is indeed an audience for it. 

In regards to the dream sequences, you’re right: the sequels were imaginative. The original? Not so much. Boiler room. School. Boiler room. Backyard. House. Freddy didn’t really get creative until Part 3, after his flirtation with Part 2’s gym teacher and dunk in the pool party. Wes Craven, though a director of great ideas, is hardly a visual master, and there’s not much in Part 1 to argue otherwise.

The relationships in the remake weren’t defined the same as the original, and hey...it’s not the original. I liked that Not Glen had a clear crush on the quiet weird girl, although I would’ve liked Nancy to have a stronger friendship with Not Tina. On one hand, the plot kind of demanded that these kids NOT be too close, as otherwise, they may have already discovered their prior relationship. Forced characterization, yes, and these are also the most forgetful 5-year olds ever, but it didn’t bother me quite as much. I cared about the Not Glen/Nancy relationship and was genuinely charmed by their flirting while trying to simply stay awake and alive. 

People give Kyle Gallner a hard time, probably in part due to his puffed out resemblance to Robert Pattinson. Is he Captain Sparrow in the making? Most likely not, but I cared about his character and felt that he was simply a nice kid. I don’t think the Joy Division t-shirt was forced to establish character--as a modern music special needs student, I actually don’t know who they are, but I assume they’re delightful and full of cheer--but more just a simple touch to make him look modern. What did Depp’s Glen have going on? He listened to his walkman and got eaten by a bed. Most importantly, he never seemed frightened in the least (strange, since at times, he’s only wearing a half a shirt and should thusly be more vulnerable). While I did have problems with Rooney Mara’s Nancy, I definitely bought Gallner’s fear.

The back story, to me, was what made this film work. I understand that a lot of filmgoers hate the fleshed-out villain trend of recent years, but to me, it’s one more way of expanding the series canon. Also, it’s nothing new! (See Parts 3-5 on the “Son of a 100 maniacs” thread or the flashback daddy angle in Part 6.) I consider it something akin to fan fiction, where viewers aren’t required to accept a new story as fact that defines the rest of the films. It’s simply an alternate look at an enigmatic character.

And fried hamster-face, eh? I saw more of what happens to pizza if it’s accidentally been nuked for over two minutes.

Cortez: Don't get me wrong, a well timed and executed jump scare still has a tendency to soil my knickers. I just felt like this film relied TOO heavily on the carnival haunted house schtick.

I'll give you the relative uninventiveness in the set pieces in the original. And I actually did like the alternating dream/real-world scene in the pharmacy with the new one.  But overall, the scenes felt way too polished and extremely well lit, like everything was happening out in the open. Nothing felt like it lead up to anything, no driving atmosphere. The pacing in the series, or any good horror film for that matter, is methodical and deliberate. It’s like the filmmakers had no idea how to make a suspenseful film. And as you say, there were times that they never seemed frightened in the least and that’s ultimately what really killed it for me, slim characterizations notwithstanding.

I'm going to have to agree to disagree with you on the characters. I simply don't think there was enough there to make anyone care about any of these brooding, supposedly social outsider kids. They were monotonally challenged and so one dimensional.

I understand the backstory thing. Some people love it I just don't particularly care for it. As stated, the more you humanize the monster (and the film practically beats the child rapist angle over your head like we can't figure it out for ourselves), the more you detract from the mystique and genuine fear that it invokes. And it didn't help that Jackie Earle is incredibly short and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gallner. For chrissakes, couldn't someone have sprung from some stripper heels or something to make him taller?


Emily: I'll concede that Nancy doesn't necessarily seem frightened, and I think that was misdirection in trying to just make her seem really tired. It doesn't work. I stand behind Gallner, however; his sad puppy eyes do register fear and distrust far more than half-shirt Johnny Depp's did.

Onto more pressing and controversial matters...

As a woman who stretches on her toes every day to be 5'2, I take offense at the suggestion that short people can't be scary. Quite frankly, all the times I've ever met someone that made me uncomfortable (whether at work, school, or on the subway) he has usually stood under 5'7. You, good sir, have revealed your true nature as a smug heightist. Robert Carlyle will kick you in the groin and bite your ankles with ferocity you can't imagine. Be afraid. The man has Scottish leprechaun rabies. 


Cortez: I myself am vertically challenged and about 4 inches away from being considered midget material. But when's the last time a pint sized terror ruled the screen? The Leprechaun? The siamese twin claymation creation from Basket Case? The mutant spawn in the It's Alive series?

The problem is that the NOES series set a precedent. Before it devolved into camp, Freddy was menacing and yes, his stature had a lot to do with it. Not saying that he was as ominous as Shaq or Tyler Mane, but he did have a presence. Every time I saw Jackie Earle I just felt like he needed a good shove to topple over or kick to the shin to seriously incapacitate him. Any film remake has big shoes to fill, why handicap it from the get-go? Give him some goddamn platform shoes or something for christ's sake.

Overall, this film was uninspired, listless and devoid of any true tension or drama. If this little slice of 'fun' helps you get you through another terrible Mets season, then by all means, knock yourself out. Oh snap! ;)

Any closing arguments?

Emily: "But when's the last time a pint sized terror ruled the screen?"
Apparently someone isn't familiar with a little greatest horror franchise of all time known as Child's Play. Moving on:

My only closing argument is to note that you know you've lost a debate when you have to resort to punching an already short woman below the belt (stretch before bending dear) with an insult about the modern tragedy that is the New York Mets. Look, I'm sorry if my major league baseball team happens to have once hit a foul ball into the stained glass window of a very vengeful gypsy that has since been placing a mischievous curse over their professional output. We deal with it with the same strength little whiny Nancy summons in order to get over being sexually abused and hunted by a ghostly short man.

Bam. Case closed.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Film Club Monday: Onibaba

As many of you know, I do love a good clubbing.

Oh wait. No I don't.

But a Final Girl Film Clubbing, that's one act of unitarity I'll sign up for!

This month's pick was a film I watched about a year and a half ago, Kaneto Shindo's Onibaba. Sadly I once again slacked off and didn't get a chance to revisit it, but here's my ancient review, born in the early days of this here Doll's House (the one month anniversary, to be exact). Enjoy if you can, but be sure to head over to Stacie Ponder's Final Girl blog spectacular for her, plus many more deliciously millet filled reviews.


One of the things I love about post-apocalyptic fiction is how human beings are so quickly turned into ravenous scavengers. Without the comfort of modern society, the consensus seems to be that our daily lives will consist of finding what’s edible and tearing it apart with our bare hands. Sleep. Hunt. Repeat. Not nearly as much fun as it sounds.

Set in feudal Japan during a chaotic (offscreen) civil war, Onibaba tells the hellish story of two desperate women with fierce survival instincts and incredibly primal appetites. Left alone in the grassy countryside, the only way to eat is to slaughter renegade samurai and trade their military garb for meager rations from the general store (or hut). Life is bare existence, as the pair--an old woman and her dutiful daughter-in-law--toil through the days, shoveling rice into their mouths, sleeping nude amongst the sweltering heat and aggressive drum beats, and filling deep Freudian holes with warrior corpses. The closest they come to joy is the rabid and successful hunt of a meaty puppy.


Enter Hachi, a surviving veteran of sorts (he went AWOL in a war no one seems to be keeping track of by dressing like a priest) who promptly (well, after a free meal) informs his hostesses that the man they share is dead. There’s little time for mourning as Hachi lusts after the widow, the widow coordinates nighttime trysts with Hachi, and the mother plots to keep her only companion. The highlight for most viewers comes in the third act, when a wandering samurai meets the increasingly embittered mother-in-law. Their odd little walkabout is intriguing in itself, but what follows is a wonderfully wicked ending ripped out of a Buddhist morality tale.

Like The Virgin Spring, Onibaba features a medieval setting, internal religious conflict, and a female deeply enslaved to her animal nature. Where Bergman's film explored the weakness of Christianity in the face of primal rage, Shindo Kaneto's story seems less concerned with religious karma and more intent on bringing our basic human needs and desires onto the screen. Our nameless (anti)heroines are the creatures of myth, but one of the brilliant aspects of Onibaba is just how believable their hunger is. With their lives boiled down to survival, what more can they want but a full meal and a gratifying roll in the tall grass?

High Points
A soundtrack filled with frantic drums and the occasional scream is extraordinary in establishing a world without order

Despite the dark nature of Onibaba,  the film also contains some genuinely great humor, particularly from the magnetic Kei Sato as Hachi

Low Points
I won’t go into spoilers, but one of our characters has a more definite conclusion than the others, and it’s so sudden that its significance feels lost

Lessons Learned
Just in case you had any doubts, living with your mother-in-law is not a good idea

Never put something on your face when you don’t know where it’s been




Sex in a bad economy is worth one bag of millet

Rent/Bury/Buy
Any DVD issued by the Criterion Collection is automatically worth the splurge (based both on quality of film and loaded features), and Onibaba is no different. The visual design is both horrifying and haunting, the score is uniquely violent, and the performances create memorable--if not overly likable-- characters that fill their archetypal roles while maintaining genuine charisma. This is a classic that earns its ranking.

Friday, October 1, 2010

31 Reasons to Love October

As some of you know and others don't care about, I spent the last year or so contributing to Pop Syndicate, a recently renovated website that lost all its past content (and writers). The following article appeared in 2009 and since you can't find it anywhere else in InterWorld, I'm rerunning it here. Apologies for the deja vu.
31. Columbus Day:  Because we (well, not me) sometimes get a much needed Monday off while occasionally pausing to remember the start of Native American genocide


30. Seasonal vegetables: Squash and zucchini at their best
29. Halloween marathons:   Certainly this should have a better ranking but in recent years, “marathon” implied a constant rotation of Parts IV & V on AMC. Not the high points of the series, but notable for a) featuring current Scream Queen Danielle Harris and b) interestingly enough, following Friday the 13th‘s formula of introducing a promising twist at the end of the fourth installment only to completely rewrite it in the sub par fifth.
28. A new Saw:  Quit your groaning, especially if you’re about to huff and puff with some totally unwarranted praise upon some other franchise. Part VI  came as a pleasantly smart/gross/satirical surprise, and with director Kevin Greutert returning (after his talented fingers were pried off the Paranormal Activity sequel by a wary Lions Gate), I continue to smile at the prospect of seeing increasingly ridiculous murders, convoluted morality, and new depths of gravel by the scratch-tastic voice of Tobin Bell.

27. Pumpkin lattes:  Proving again that anything can be improved with a little bit o’ October 
26. Apple cider:  Cold or hot, it smells like autumn and tastes like heaven
25. Horror Conventions:  Sure, they’re held year round, but hit one up on October’s last weekend and use it as an excuse to chat up Kane Hodder while dressed like Freddy Krueger. October 8-10th brings some mainstream geek excitement to NYC with ComicCon and the next weekend, magic will be born in Worcester with the annual Rock ‘n Shock.

24. Fun-size candy:  Sure, it's more fun to chomp down a whole Snickers, but bite-sized Mars Dark give you that needed sweet kick in a serving that won't make you feel quite so pimple prone
23. The smell of masks:  They’ll never make a scented candle out of cheap plastic or badly made rubber, but damnit if that aroma doesn’t send you back down memory lane 
22. Candy apples:  The way Christianity’s most despised fruit was meant to be served

21. Crispy weather:  Break out that light jacket and enjoy the breeze
20. Popcorn Balls:  1.5 grams of fat, unmeasurable levels of enjoyment
19. Animals in costume:  I know, what kind of monster could possibly stuff their poodle inside cheerleader outfit? An evil one not meant for this earth. But a pug dressed like Yoda? Maybe there is a place for doggy style after all


18. Pumpkin ice cream:  Don’t knock it ‘til you try it (preferably with caramel on the side and toasted coconut on top)
17. Lawn decorations:  Not counting those all-too-easy (and ugly) inflatable things, suburban home owners sometimes go through great and creative lengths to make their front yards look like Stephen Kingish cemeteries, Dr. Frankensteinian laboratories, or even kid-friendly ghost hangouts with loitering paper and cardboard cutouts
 16. Octoberfest:  Whether you host your own or get the filtered experience through a seasonal bottled beer, you have to appreciate a holiday designed for good taste


15. Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas Its opening musical number introduced us to a world we could only dream of visiting. Thankfully, it’s appropriate to do so (on DVD and in the occasional theatrical re-release) not once but twice a year
14. Crunchy leaves:  Bad when being stalked by a slasher, great for everyone else’s ambience
13. Roseanne reruns:  One of, if not the best live action sitcom of the 90s earns a special place in my heart by always bringing out the big guns for the big 3-1. From Darlene’s Tippi Hedren costume to Roseanne learning lessons as a cross dresser in a bar, Ms. Barr/Arnold/_____ always found a way to make Halloween thirty minutes of truly special television

12. The Monster Mash:  There. I said it. Now I dare you to get that tune out of your candy corn-filled head
11. Playoffs & World Series:  Once again, my poor miserable Mets will be sitting out this October, but I, like many an MLB fan, will fill these fall nights with baseball at its best (and most likely, a few servings of #7)
10. Corn mazes: Generally reserved for rural locations, these harvesty labyrinths offer you the perfect chance to freak people out/seriously annoy others by shouting "Outlander!" in your best Nebraska accent


 9.   Bravo’s 100 Scariest Movie Moments:  Most genre fans have by now seen this 8 hour collection of minor-->major celebrities discussing the classics, plus its 30 film addendum. While the rankings are questionable (Child’s Play at 94, 50 places below The Game?) it’s hard to not enjoy the surprisingly intelligent and witty discussions from the likes of Clive Barker, Eli Roth, Jennifer Tilly, Felissa Rose, and many more. 
8. It’s the Great Pumpkin King, Charlie Brown!:  This 1966 animated special features the scariest Halloween villain of all time. Seriously. What kind of satanic neighbor drops an actual rock in a socially awkward balding little boy’s trick-or-treat sack?

7. Pumpkin beer:  Its growing popularity and year-long availability has lessened this brew’s novelty a sip or two, but there's still nothing quite like that perfect cinnamon-rimmed glass filled with an ambery concoction of spicy bitter sweetness
6. Trick-or-treating: I’m now officially too young to solicit strangers for candy, but the very fact that in this day and age, one actually CAN solicit strangers for candy is still one of the most incredible cultural realities of this world
 5. Candy corn:  What is it about these tri-colored bites of sugary goodness that makes health-conscious adults develop a mouthful of cavities? And why oh why have their makers not found a way to incorporate such a recipe into Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter, Mother's Day, Bastille Day...

4. Jack-O-Lanterns:  Everything from the pumpkin picking process (do I choose a Burt or Ernie?) to that cold sloshing sensation as you stick your wrists inside and the always warped smile you’ll inevitably carve
3. The Simpsons’ Treehouse of Horror:  From the weeklong buildup generally run on syndication to the premiere of what often ranks as the best episode of the year,  these annual Halloween/supernatural/Twilight Zone reinterpretations never fail to make us happy. Kang & Kodos, you can invade our planet any time

2. DVD sales:  Read those circulars. This is the one time of the year to make weekly stops at major retail chains to take advantage of every discount carelessly dropped on the kind of films many of us would go broke were they priced low year round
1. Duh, Halloween:  Yes, it’s a cheat but you know what: some people dress up and march in town parades. Others stay home with a hefty serving of #5, 7, 18, 20, 22, 24, 26, and when you need a pick-up to start the cycle again, 27. But whether you celebrate by passing peeled grapes off as eyeballs to an unsuspecting neighborhood child or bobbing for apples in a bucket of booze, this truly is the greatest holiday of the year.


Now if only I knew what to do for my costume. So much pressure from past hits...



Mrs. Peacock...


Mister Met (on a vengeance spree following the '08 collapse)


and bless her never-clean heart, Mommie Dearest