Monday, November 4, 2024

Family Ties

 


Family trees have deep roots in film. Yes, there's an element of nepotism that is incredibly frustrating when you think of how many talented, hard-working creatives you know who simply don't have the same opportunity as someone with a known last name. That being said, it's impossible not to be curious at what kind of filmmakers the children of David Cronenberg have turned out to be. 

Quick Plot: The world is not good. Nature is revolting, and the government's new priorities are to encourage voluntary (for now) conscription. Serving your country is nice in theory, but in this case, you're not signing up for combat: it's voluntary execution. 


Charles York is mildly above it all. A  retired, once celebrated newsman living in awkward comfort with his iron chef wife Dawn, Charles summons his four adult children to a formal home dinner with some news: he and Dawn are going to enlist.


The kids are not all right. Rachel (Schitt's Creek Canada-certified Emily Hampshire) is rocking her way through scandal as a disgraced pharmaceutical CEO. Jared is a government mouthpiece publicly urging "those people" to sign up. Noah is a hardworking recovering alcoholic pianist. And failed actress Ashley's current ambition is to get cast in a video game commercial. 


The servicemen arrive to take care of business right as Dawn (understandably) gets cold feet and scrambles. Supervisor Bob is displeased, and delivers some pretty rough news: backing out of an enlistment contract has consequences. Someone with the last name of York has to make good on the terms. 


The siblings are given two hours to decide. It goes about as well as many Thanksgivings or crowded Christmas dinners do, which is to say there's a lot of screaming, airing of childhood grievances, and a few beatings. 

Directed by Caitlin Cronenberg (daughter of David, sister of Brandon) from Michael Sparaga's script, Humane suffers a bit in timing in being released so closely after Mike Flanagan's Fall of the House of Usher. There are some very specific family dynamics and character beats that feel so familiar, only Usher had the luxury of spreading its twisted humor and eat the rich dinner over eight courses of episodes. 


One of Humane's major drawbacks is that it just doesn't seem to have enough time to really dive into the Yorks' relationships. Noah and Ashley have a fairly clear bond as the two youngest, and for reasons I won't spoil, that serves as a very important factor in how the second half plays out. But Jared is simply all the worst parts of humanity in the frame of Jay Baruchel (who I have to keep reminding myself is not Justin Long) and Rachel simply doesn't have enough time with us for the audience to understand her whiplash journey.


Despite how negative some of these comments might sound, I actually enjoyed Humane. It has a stark and understated approach to a version of a society crumble that we haven't quite seen before, and the sort of clumsy violence is a fresh approach that in reality, makes a lot of sense. People give victims in horror movies a hard time for not always dispatching their attackers, but you know what? Actually killing someone (and in this case, your own sibling) is probably VERY DIFFICULT for most of us, even in the most heightened of genre circumstances. 

Cronenberg is aiming more for dark comedy than spine-tingling horror, and when it works (Enrico Colantoni's Bob has a lot to do with that), it has some pointed things to say about bureaucracy, capitalism, and sibling politics. I found the ending unsatisfying thematically, but the fact that I'm still turning things over in my head is certainly a good sign. 




High Points
Peter Gallagher is, and will always be, a genuine treasure, and while his part is fairly small, it's absolutely key that we understand exactly what kind of man Charles York is (and isn't), both to his family and the public. You get that easily with Gallagher's presence, and he manages to convey both his "great man" and "vain jerk" status in equal measure



Low Points
It's genuinely weird that Baruchel's Jared is never actually confronted about his own hypocrisy in pushing enlistment but doing everything possible to save himself from it. Maybe Cronernberg thought it was simply too obvious to point out, but the idea that his siblings would never call him on it is just, well odd



Lessons Learned
It's not a booty call if you live together

Reading the fine print is never more important than when committing something to the government

One burnt kernel will ruin the whole bag of popcorn (which, sorry to say Bob, is why you should always make yours in an actual popcorn maker and avoid microwaved slime)

Marketing Bonus
Guys, the Instagram account Bob mentions is real, and it's entirely popcorn kernel-based, and it makes me very, very happy




Rent/Bury/Buy
I realize that I had more negative things to say than positive in the above paragraphs, but I still find myself thinking about Humane and wanting to discuss it more. Now streaming on Shudder, it's certainly worth your time.

Monday, October 28, 2024

Quick Change


I know I say it every time I cover a film from this time period, but my GOSH: those mid 2000s were an ugly, ugly time in horror. 

With that said, Pathology!

Quick Plot: A quick pre-credits sequence shows us a bunch of young people making corpses talk like ventriloquists. So basically, we already know we're going to be spending the next 90 minutes with some awful people. AWESOME.


They're quickly proven to be worse than you think. Dr. Ted Gray, after graduating at the top of his medical school class, is the fresh face at an incredibly prestigious, incredibly white pathology residency filled with alphas. They spend their days cutting up corpses and evenings doing what they can to add to the pile.


As Flatliners and other medical school-centered horror movies have told us, young doctors are sociopaths. In the case of Pathology, they're insufferable sociopaths who have made a game out of committing undetectable murders on the city's undesirables. 

Dr. Ted Gray (like the characters in the movie, I too will refer to everyone by their full names) quickly falls in line, stabbing and liquid nitrogen poisoning like the best of them. Despite being engaged to Alyssa Milano, Dr. Ted Gray starts sleeping with Dr. Juliette Bath, one of his classmates who's already in a relationship with Dr. Catherine Ivy and/or Dr. Jake Gallo (it's never exactly clear how this trio works).


Not shockingly, things escalate. Dr. Jake Gallo grows progressively unhinged right as Alyssa Milano (not a doctor, so I'll just use her regular name in full) comes to stay with Dr. Ted Gray, riling his nightly activities. 



Pathology is directed by Marc Schölermann from a script courtesy of Crank and Gamer's Neveldine and Taylor. Considering that duo's bonanza energy in other products, I get the feeling that the gloomy end result onscreen comes more from the final execution. On the page, I can almost see where Pathology had something going for it. The actual concept feels fresh, and the final act tosses in multiple twists that actually surprised me. 


Unfortunately, it's a slog to get there. Dr. Ted Gray makes no sense as a character. He's introduced as the kind of hopeful youth who dutifully spends three months in Africa on a volunteer mission, then falls in line with actual murder in less than one week drinking with the atrocious Dr. Jake Gallo. He has Alyssa Milano in his arms yet shows not a morsel of remorse in shagging Dr. Juliette Bath on the same sectional where the latter's abusive father has just been murdered. Had Dr. Ted Gray (sorry, but I can't not keep doing it) been given a hint of a backstory or one more scene to explain how someone could so quickly toss his morals away, maybe, just maybe we could at least understand, if not sympathize. 

That's not Pathology's only problem. On paper, this should be shocking. Made in the second act of the Saw franchise's success, there's little spared in bloody body part closeups or boobs. An early montage tries so hard to be shocking that it shoves two women doing meth in between making out over the bloodied corpse of a murder victim in slow motion. CAN YOU HANDLE THIS EDGINESS? Pathology seems to scream. 



Yes, but that doesn't mean we want to. 

High Points
This involves a spoiler and a lot of cooperation with my 25 year obsession with Olivia Benson and Law & Order: SVU



You have been warned.

There's a running rule for the show that states without exception that anytime the squad's family members are involved in an episode, I as a viewer will be miserable. Rollins' wayward sister just makes life hard, Tutuola's nightmare nephew ruins careers, Elliot's bushel of children always get in the way, and so on. I can write volumes on how just unreasonably deep my hatred for Benson's son Noah runs, but if you can possibly believe it, there's a relation that's even worse: Simon Marsden.


Simon shows up in season 8 and appears five times over the next several years. He's the long-lost half brother of Olivia Benson who, aside from having a rapist father, finds himself on the wrong side of the law in a variety of cases. 

All of these episodes are terrible and annoying, and make our stalwart heroine look like an idiot in the name of saving her terrible horrible no good very bad half-brother who can't make a single good decision to save his short life. To be clear: THIS MAN IS WORSE THAN NOAH BENSON.


I hate this character. What, you ask, does that have anything to do with 2008's Pathology? It's a dull answer: the actor. Michael Weston plays both Simon and Dr. Jake Gallo, so if nothing else, I thank Pathology for SPOILER ALERT, giving me another death scene for one of my least favorite people ever to appear on my television screen. 


Low Points
There's so much to be annoyed at with Pathology, but I really do think its major error comes in how little it thinks the audience needs to go on a journey with its lead. Milo Ventimiglia is perfectly fine as Dr. Ted Gray (NOT STOPPING), but he gets absolutely nothing to work with in terms of why an intelligent young man would suddenly throw everything away to part with Olivia Benson's kin. As a result, it is truly impossible to invest any kind of feeling in what happens to anyone in this movie. What a weird choice



Lessons Learned
Never cut into the poop pipe

Pathology season really picks up during the holidays


The feeling of guilt is actually the fear of getting caught

Rent/Bury/Buy
I sort of hated Pathology, but I can also concede that it's going for something fairly different, particularly during this rough patch of late aughts horror. I don't know anyone that I'd directly recommend it to, but hey, if you're in the market for a grisly medical school Fight Club with less nuance and more female nudity, here you go. Find it now on Max, or HBO, or whatever we're calling it by the time this post goes live. 

Monday, October 21, 2024

Growing Pains


Is Judith Light the most underrated actor of her generation? 

Monday, October 14, 2024

On the Move (Or Not)

 


It's odd that there are so few mannequin-related horror films. They're innately creepy objects that are, essentially, oversized dolls, one of the genre's favorite villains. So why aren't there more mall-set slashers that take advantage of this?


Have you seen Don't Look Away? It explains a lot.


Quick plot: Frankie, a sad student a few days away from her LSATs, is driving home to her awful older TA boyfriend Steve when she smashes her car into a hijacked truck driver. She's not really at fault: the trucker was standing in the middle of the road after watching his assailants get brutally murdered because they made eye contact with a naked mannequin.



You know how it goes form here. Frankie goes out with friends the next night only to spot the same pile of plastic at the club where very quickly, a whole bunch of partiers are slaughtered. The police still think nothing is amiss from this young woman, even though one a day later, another pal ends up dead after, you guessed it, seeing the naked mannequin. 



This all sounds so much more fun than it is. Frankie's friends take a very long time to come around, and then they do, and we're not very happy because they're, well, pretty new to this acting thing. As they play out a half-hearted It Follows, Steve gets lost in his version of The Shining, ghost bartender and gibberish writing file included. 



Don't Look Away is clearly made on a budget, though that's really not the film's problem. Cowriter/director Michael Bafaro shows some good staging instincts when it comes to a few sequences, making the most out of his Annabelle-style immobile villain showing up without notice. For a good chunk of its first half, I found myself hopeful that Don't Look Away was on the right track. 


It's not. The characters never earn enough of our interest or sympathy to carry us through a storyline that only gets explained by the director showing up in a bit part to give some last act exposition. 




Seriously. 


This movie has not one, but two Roomba jump scares. It is indeed that kind of thing. 



High Points

Considering this film is partially dedicated to John Carpenter, it's not shocking that Don't Look Away employs a synth-y score. The surprise, considering most of this movie, is that it's actually pretty good


Low Points

There's a LOT wrong with Don't Look Away, but when the ending doesn't actually tell you who's alive, you really can't cut something like this any more slack



Lessons Learned

Most people don't crave a big breakfast after watching their friend and a batch of strangers murdered the night before



A decapitated body can wander your porch for at least two full minutes


PhD students are better than the rest of us because they understand ethical principles



Rent/Bury/Buy

Mannequin completists will certainly be able to say, "Hey, this is a movie about a murderous mannequin." So for me, there was certainly merit to watching Don't Look Away. For the rest, ignore the title. Unless you crave this kind of content: 





Monday, October 7, 2024

A Very Long Weekend

 

In the year 2024, it seems pretty official that '90s horror, once despised by genre fans, has aged in a fairly charming and enjoyable way. 

Maybe we just need another decade for the grisly aughts to find the same redemption. 

Quick Plot: Rob is a successful prosecutor taking his French artist girlfriend Pia on a romantic getaway. Their destination? Fishing in a rather rudimentary rented boat through the marshes of Australia. Confident Rob wants to do some exploring, while reluctant Pia is quickly proven right in her instincts: they're lost, it's pouring, and the only shelter nearby makes Leatherface's adobe look like Graceland. 


Pia and Rob quickly end up on the bad side of weed-growing brothers Jimmy and Brett, but the worst is still to come with the return of their dad, Poppy. Egos are bruised, baby kangaroos are stewed, and some very rusty implements are put to use.


Storm Warning came out in 2007, which was four entries into the Saw series. Horror was pretty ugly at the time, and I mean that literally. It was the era of including the phrase "grisly violence" under your R-rating in your red band trailer to make sure genre fans had a reason to care. 

As you might guess, this isn't my favorite mood of film. That being said, Storm Warning, with its Aussie bonafides, feels far more justified in its visceral darkness than some of its American counterparts because at its heart, it's Ozsploitation. Screenwriter Everett De Roche penned the story sometime in the '80s following his down under classics Patrick and Long Weekend. While the actual filmmaking feels of the aughts, there is a throwback quality that works.



For director Jamie Blanks, Storm Warning feels slightly out of character. He's better known for the fun twist on late '90s slashers with Urban Legend and the campy Valentine. Storm Warning is meaner, but there are still some touches of dark humor. This is the kind of movie that you can smell, which is both a compliment and a warning.


High Points
Storm Warning has a small cast, but each member delivers incredibly well to elevate the whole film, with Nadia Fares standing out and holding it all together



Low Points
It's just...you know...this is a fairly disgusting and unpleasant film



Lessons Learned
The French are lovable for their ability to cook and be cool

Something they apparently don't teach in Australian law school: if being held captive by a violent band of outlaws, it's best practice to not tell them that you're a lawyer



Even weed-growing dirty Australian backwoods criminals are smart enough to not leave their keys in the car

Rent/Bury/Buy
Storm Warning came out in one of the least enjoyable eras of horror, but for what it is, it's quite good. That doesn't mean you'll ever be in the mood to watch it. Still, when you crave this very specific, rather unpleasant mood of horror, this will satisfy. Find it on Amazon Prime.