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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

It Ain't King Kong, Except It Absolutely Is




“Okay actors...now ACT!”
This is a line spoken by Dino, the director of the film-within-a-film (and the rapiest film-within-a-film that I can remember) nestled inside 1976's A*P*E (as in Attacking Primate monstEr, or just "M*A*S*H was really successful so let's go with that"), or Hideous Mutant, or Attack of the Giant Horny Gorilla, or The Great Counterattack of King Kong, or Not King Kong Because If We Mention King Kong We’ll Be Sued And We Already Used the Budget to Cast Maggie Seaver And Fly the American Cast Overseas On Korean Airlines (they get a special mention in the opening credits, along with the U.S. Army). 
This my friends, is Ape, a 1976 Korean/American co-production that does everything but kidnap Jessica Lange and hold a gun to her pretty blond head as she acts beside a rubber costume, much like how South Korea's northern neighbor's Dear Leader had done with his own favorite filmmaking husband and wife team.

Had it actually done that, this movie may have been awesome.
Quick Plot: Two dubbed and dull Americans hang out on the deck of a large ship, casually discussing the 36’ tall ape being transported below. Their conversation gets mildly interesting--though you would never know it based on the dubbers’ (lack of) inflections--when the titular primate escapes his lazily constructed prison to swim to safety, stopping for about 10 minutes to wrestle a rubber shark. 

A shark you say? Not King Kong fights a SHARK in the opening? THIS MUST BE THE GREATEST FILM OF ALL TIME, you shout with all the excitement of cat let loose in a box factory.
But what if those boxes weren’t REALLY boxes, but just plain pieces of cardboard? What if they didn’t have any structure or form, what if they were the base of a box before it was assembled or worse, just one-dimensional remnants of what USED to be a box, much like Mookie's current but wilting obsession:


Is it still a box? With no structure, no interior volume, no life pulse, no actual reason for existing...what would you have?
The answer, of course, is Ape, an 85 minute or so adventure that mostly involves stretches of screentime devoted to a terribly costumed stunt man swinging back and forth. Occasionally he changes things up to dance to the incredibly aggressive musical score, perhaps because it was performed by the Seoul Philharmonic and therefore was the most expensive part of the movie (other than Maggie Seaver's scarves and plane ticket). Why not at least show off what you've got?


Not King Kong roams Seoul, generally acting like a jerk. He sees a snake and decides to throw it, just cause. He stomps on cities where unruly children have invaded abandoned amusement parks, thereby killing their fun. He interrupts a john just as he's about to make love to his aggressively apathetic hooker. He makes extras run at full speed, never giving the director any time to remind the Korean cast that they're not actually supposed to be smiling when fleeing for their lives. 

So unlike most versions of (Not) King Kong, the ape in this film is hardly likable. On the other hand, there's not a single human character to care about either. Sure, the Korean army general seems like a nice family man, but the fact that his children are the only ones in the city that speak broken English to one another raises more than a few suspicions. The American commander smokes a cigarette in a way that probably already gave him instant lung cancer, so why bother investing anything in that guy when he's so clearly died after his first take? Perhaps the most telling sign of Ape's inabilities lies in one of its many mob scenes:

Picture, if you will, a truck speeding through a village, pausing so that all the townspeople can hop on the back. They do this while screaming (and some, while grinning). The camera cuts to a child of about two sitting alone on the road, crying. Cut back to smiling/screaming hop-ons. Cut back to child. An elderly woman jumps off the truck--which is clearly in park and not going anywhere--as other extras furiously (and smilingly) shake their heads. Cut to child. Cut to elderly woman picking up the child. Cut back to hop-ons looking confused. Zoom out as elderly woman and child board the truck. Truck moves. End scene.

I need a drink, and I don't even smoke.
High Points
Goodness, there's nothing ACTUALLY good about this movie save for the story around it, which is almost as laughable as the thing itself. Some skimming of Wikipedia tells me Ape was immediately sued by the makers of Dino De Laurentiis' King Kong, which, you know, also featured a giant ape, big city, blond heroine, and director (offscreen) named Dino. The lawsuit went so far that Ape actually had to include the tagline "Not to be confused with King Kong" on its poster art. Now De Laurentiis' King Kong is its own kind of weird bad, but in the pantheon of bad ape movies, I'd be hard-pressed to call that the winner over this one. I mean, sure, Jessica Lange gets pawed by King Kong, but isn't that preferable to this?



Low Points
I'm not a fan of the 90 minute-too-long 2006 version by Peter Jackson, mostly because it's 90 minutes too long (hey, I'm a gigantic figure skating fan, but even I'm aware that the last thing King Kong needed was...you know...A FIVE MINUTE FIGURE SKATING SCENE). Still, that draggy, drawn-out dull club sandwich of a film made with extra thick white bread feels somehow shorter than Ape.


Lessons Learned
Apes dig blonds


The press really hates it when you smoke goddamned cigarettes, so to HELL with them!

In the 1970s, Korea was home to many statues of tiny cows


It Makes You Wonder...
Hey Joanna Kerns, this was probably not the funnest shoot you've ever been on, what with the atrocious dialogue, deadfish love interest, constant fake rape scenes, and rubber scene partner (nope, no connection to the fake rape...unfortunately), but I really need to know: which was worse, filming Ape or constantly trying to escape being baptized by the growing pain that is Kirk Cameron?

Rent/Bury/Buy
If you’ve ever wanted to see King Kong give you the finger, then Ape is probably the only film for you. 


Yes, it's beyond bad and makes a worthy contender for worst 50 films of all time, but it's also the longest feeling short film I've seen. Netflix's sleeve claimed it was 72 minutes, but the running time is at least 80 and when a good 50% of that is spent watching Kong bang his chest, children play with dolls, adults eyeball each other nervously, Kong bang his chest, children play with dolls some more, adults eyeball each other even more nervously, Kong bang chest, children play, and adults eyeball nervously because by now, they're scared of the ape, bored by the scene, and really have to pee, I just lose it.This is a BAD movie, an incompetent and cheaply made monster tale that didn't know where to begin, started anyway, got lost throughout filming, and ended when someone thought of a dramatic final line (SPOILER ALERT: "I guess he was just too big for a small world like ours"). Connoisseurs of trash will obviously eat it up like tasty dukboki with a shot of soju. 


And now I'm hungry. Thanks a lot A*P*E*. Thanks.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Horrible Non-Horror! Left Behind: The Movie



There are some types of people I find endlessly frustrating and equally amusing. We’ll call them psycho doomsday religious folk.
Sometimes they stand next to me on the subway, ranting and raving about how children are turning to iPods and homosexuality because they’ve forgotten the word of Jesus. Shame on all of us for not remembering how that nice young crucified man so detested iPods and homosexuals.
I have no problem with faith. We’re all entitled to believe or not believe whatever we wish, however silly it may seem to others (like me). But there are some aspects of religious zealots (namely the mass unwarranted judgment imposed on others) that truly irks me, including the concept of today’s gloriously awful feature, Left Behind: The Movie.
To begin, you have to adore any film that adds “The Movie” after its title. Because it’s already assuming a certain level of stupidity from its audience. Honestly, I find it adorable.
Quick Plot: Our story opens at 6PM in Jersalame. Then the credits roll and the new time card reads ‘6:03PM.’ 
Am I crazy, or is that hilarious?
Anyway, Kirk Cameron plays Buck Williams, a reporter, despite all associations with his name reminding us of cowboys or porn stars. On his returning flight, something wacky--or Langolier-ish--occurs when a bunch of passengers simply vanish, leaving their clothing and relatives behind. This appears to be a global phenomenon, one so dramatic that martial law is immediately declared.
So who disappeared, and who...dramatic piano tones...was LEFT BEHIND (the movie)? Hint hint: all empty clothing may have included a crucifix.

See, the Christians were rescued before the upcoming (7 years, according to some characters) rapture, leaving their loved ones alone and doomed. Unless they start reading the Bible, like goofily named pilot Rayford Steele. Meanwhile, a slick Russian politician slithers his way into world power minutes after Kirk Cameron has a religious epiphany in the UN bathrooms. 

Oh, and a bunch of stuff explodes along the way.
Here’s the thing about Left Behind: The Movie: the extras are way more entertaining than the film itself. Take, for example, a featurette wherein actress Janaya Stephens enthusiastically  announces how this is “the biggest and most ambitious Christian movie ever made.” Then just imagine her sadness at the $200 million plus gross of The Passion of the Christ (a real horror movie if there ever was one).
We also get to hear red carpet interviews with a few Hollywood stars (including the guy from The Michael Landon Story!) which is mostly useful for learning what actors are also scary and religious (Lacey Chabert, Hunter Tylo, Demonic Toys’ Tracy Scoggins). By far my favorite part though is Stephens' stiff reading of “The producers knew they would have to go big.”
Cut to a bunch of things blowing up.
Yes, dear Hollywood, that is how you reel in the rowdy teens and convert them via Kirk Cameron. Poor Kirk. I’ve never seen an actor in more pain than watching the former Mike Seaver pretend (I won’t call it acting) to be a non-believer. It's a relief when his character (Buck Williams, say it without laughing please) finds God because finally, Kirk can at least play his type and draw out some form of believability.
Lessons Learned
The UN’s no picnic
When you meet Kirk Cameron, the best thing to always say is ‘Nice hair!’

Beta fish will be left behind
One sign of showing your Christian solidarity is to remove your scandalous nose ring. Jesus hates those
The best place to have a religious conversation is a very clean public restroom
Rent/Bury/Buy
My biggest beef with Left Behind (it’s a movie) is its painstaking dullness (despite “big” explosions). The antichrist gets nothing special other than awkward slo-motion (but not really slo-motion, it’s fast slo-motion which somehow seems sacriligious). The rapture is saved, presumably for parts 2 and 3. The fact that they’re streaming on Instant Watch is even more frustrating. Now I HAVE to watch them, and not in order to save my soul.

So do I, from a bad film perspective, recommend Left Behind: The Movie? If you’re the type of person who finds yourself chuckling at Sunday mass, then perhaps. More importantly, I can’t urge you enough to watch the featurettes on the “Special Edition” DVD. Hey, they even toss in a scene from a Gary Busey Christploitation! That alone might make you a believer.