Friday, January 27, 2012

Just KNOWING I'm Gonna Hate TOUCH

Since 24 went off the air I must admit that I've missed my weekly dose of Kiefer Sutherland. Sure, the show got a little long-in-the-tooth as it went on and first-season shockers like "the death of Jack Bauer's wife" were quickly replaced by idiotic shockers like "the rat-faced guy is Jack's evil(er) brother". But for a serial network thriller 24 tended to deliver the goods and had great guest stars like Dennis Haybert, Peter Weller and Swarthy Fred Ward.


So when FOX announced that Sutherland was returning to the airwaves in a drama created by Tim Kring – who gets a pass from me for delivering that first and only good season of HEROES – I was sorta intrigued. But as each relentless network promo pounded away at me during the NFL playoffs, the show looked less and less appealing.


Did I really want to spend an hour each week with sad-sack Kiefer and his mute kid – with Danny Glover in tow – running around solving mysteries that emerged from the kid's spooky 'ciphering? And, was it just me or did this look a lot like a less apocalyptic, small screen version of the Nicolas Cage flick KNOWING? 

I've never seen the Cage flick – directed by Alex Proyas who did the okay adaptation of THE CROW and the absolutely awesome DARK CITY – but I went back and checked out Tom Crites' review from the ER website. Oddly enough, reading the review – reprinted below –  pretty much put me off TOUCH but makes me want to wallow in KNOWING at the next available opportunity. Read on!

Now this is a two-hour shit-stabbing if I ever sat through one: hours of an aging Nicolas Cage running around trying to save the world and managing to look more and more like a balding wrinkled nutsack as he does so. The trailers gave KNOWING a definite apocalyptic flair, and the film does have that in spades; unfortunately there are only three of these scenes in the entire movie. Are they worth it? You be the judge.

Oh yeah, by the way, I'm gonna spoil the shit out of the ending. On purpose. You'll know why. If you'd rather not be cheated, just ignore the film and this review altogether. M'kay?

It begins back in 1959, where a spooky little girl named Lucinda Embry (Lara Robinson) has come up with the winning entry for the dedication ceremony of William Dawes Elementary School. It's a time capsule, and the idea is that all of the kids in the class will each draw a picture for the children of the future to share when the capsule is opened years from now. But instead of drawing rocket ships Lucinda covers a sheet of paper, front and back, with a continuous string of apparently random numbers. Maybe it's all of that time she spends staring directly into the sun, but then again it could be that she's being guided by the whispering voices she hears. So intent upon her project is she in fact that her teacher Ms. Taylor actually has to tear the page away from her so that it can be sealed for burial. A little while later Lucinda is found in a closet, scratching numbers into the door with her fingernails...

Flash forward 50 years (Really? Are you sure you don't want to make a mini-series out of this?), and uber-drunk John Koestler (Nicolas Cage) is playing single father to bratty, precocious, half-deaf, vegetarian twerp Caleb (Chandler Canterbury). And teaching dispiriting classes on astrophysics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. When the time capsule is opened to celebrate "50 Years of Education" and the envelopes containing the mid-century students' artwork are passed out to the class of today, Caleb receives Lucinda's envelope and the accompanying character string. And it's at about this same time that whispering strangers start to show up and shadow the boy.

That night, through the brilliance of a drunken accident, John starts dicking around with the number string on Lucinda's legacy. And in no time at all he discovers that many of the figures represent dates and casualty counts related to infamous accidents and disasters: 9/11/01/2996, for a glaring example. Other numbers remain unexplained, but what troubles John the most is that some of the dates haven't yet passed. In fact, one falls on tomorrow's date, with the numbers predicting that 81 people will die.
John stays up all night channel surfing, looking for the news report of the scheduled disaster. With no results. It isn't until he's stuck in traffic, in the rain, on the way to pick up his kid that catastrophe strikes. And when it does it hits right in front of him; just as his GPS clues him in to the fact that the mystery numbers stand for latitude and longitude, a jetliner comes hurtling out of the sky, striking an electrical tower and scraping a wing across the crowded freeway before crashing and burning in a nearby field.

John goes running straight into the flaming debris to help, but he is simply overwhelmed by the sight of so many passengers burning alive. In fact, as he watches one group of survivors fleeing the wreckage of the main cabin, they are suddenly engulfed in an enormous fireball of an explosion. Emergency crews arrive and push John aside, where he can only stand in shock, staring at the flames and burning bodies all around him.

Afterwards John is a little more than a little bit shaken up. Not only because he watched multiple people burn to death, but because he's sure that it was no coincidence that he happened to be right there when the accident took place. He's convinced that the numbers are a warning meant for him - and there are still two disasters yet to take place. (Well, three if you count the widespread release of this film.)

John continues to delve into the origin of the sheet of code, more intent than ever on preventing the upcoming disasters. Although Lucinda Embry died years ago a newspaper obituary provides her married name, and John soon begins to stalk her daughter Diana (Rose Byrne) and Diana's daughter Abby (Lara Robinson). And, in the hope that Diana can shed some additional light on the situation, John takes Caleb along with him to the aquarium for a contrived meeting with Diana and Abby. But upon speaking with him Diana quickly decides that she doesn't want anything to do with some crackpot theorist who reeks of single malt digging into her family history, and the meeting ends abruptly. So, John goes home and gets his gun.

Dumping Caleb at his sister Grace's place, John plots the coordinates of the next anticipated tragedy and heads into Manhattan. Going down into a subway station he chases a suspicious-looking character onto one of the trains, but by the time he realizes that the guy is just a shoplifter the doors have shut and the train starts to move. Just as another train heading toward them at speed is shunted onto the same track due to an electrical malfunction. The oncoming train hits at force, leaping the track and literally tearing through the subway platform, grinding a host of commuters to jelly as it does so. John is unharmed, but just as predicted many others are not.

Now be forewarned; the end of the world may be nigh, but the film is only half over. You're going to have to sit through almost an hour of talky bullshit before Armageddon arrives. So you may want to get up and get a drink now.?Later that evening when John brings Caleb home he finds Diana and Abby camping out on his front porch. When the kids go inside Diana tells him that the last date on the sheet, 10/19/09, is a date her mother often spoke of: it's the day Diana's supposed to die.
John drives them all out to Lucinda's home, left largely untouched since she committed suicide by overdose when Diana was nine. Leaving the sleeping children in the car to be approached by the whispering people, John and Diana enter the house and begin to poke around. In doing so John comes across a bedframe that explains the curious backwards 'E's at the end of the number string: scratched into the underside of the wood are the words "Everyone Else," repeated over and over again. And the date for that final event is tomorrow's.

Summoned by the sound of the car horn the parents rush back outside, where John pulls his handgun and chases the whispering people off into the woods. Cornering one of them John demands to know what they want, whereupon the man turns around and opens his mouth, emitting a burst of light that leaves John stunned and helpless. Once he recovers and takes them all back home, Diana admits that the whispering fellows have been following she and Abby for some time.

In the morning John visits a colleague at the observatory and, based upon something that Abby said before, begins looking at the projected activity of solar super-flares. And it looks like one is scheduled to occur later that day; one that would completely destroy the earth's ozone layer.
Diana tells John about a little-known cave system where they might be safe, and it sounds like a good idea to him. But upon finding Caleb in a trance, desperately scrawling out his own series of numbers, John decides to make a pit stop at Dawes Elementary. Breaking into the building he miraculously manages to find the door that Lucinda was clawing at 50 years ago, and tearing it from its hinges he hauls it back home. As an increasingly frantic Diana protests John begins scraping away a recent layer of paint, explaining that Lucinda must have added another set of coordinates after she was prevented from completing her list. John is now looking for that final portion of the code, but as he works away Diana loads the kids into her car and hits the road. By the time John uncovers the numbers and plugs the coordinates into his cell phone application, he realizes that he's all alone.

On the way to the caves Diana stops at a gas station and catches an emergency broadcast on the mini-mart's television. Warning of the increasing severity of solar activity, the transmission instructs citizens to stock up on supplies and find underground shelter. While she's inside Caleb sneaks out to call Dad, and when Diana finds him she takes the phone and is told by John that the new numbers reflect the location of Lucinda's mobile home; that's where they need to go. Diana is insistent upon the caves, despite John's warning that the radiation will penetrate a mile underground, and as they argue back and forth the whispering people show up and drive away with the children.

Diana steals another car and gives chase, only to be broadsided by a lumber truck when she runs a red light. John shows up at the gas station just as widespread panic is setting in, and getting some information from the attendant he goes after Diana. He finds her in the back of an ambulance at the crash site, given up on as unresponsive by the EMTs.

Somehow following the trail of shiny black pebbles that have been popping up throughout the film, John manages to track the whispering people to an isolated woodland location. He finds them, along with the kids who tell him that everything is all right; it was the whispering people who originally sent the code to Lucinda half a century ago with the goal of saving the children. And now the children must leave the planet with them in order to start over and save the human race. All of this as a gigantic spacecraft appears and drifts down to earth and the whispering people metamorphose into angelic extraterrestrial beings and carry the children away into the heavens, followed by an array of innumerable identical ships.

Of course the adults can't go, so John is left to sizzle on the baking planet. There's the requisite bit of weepy family reunion horseshit before this happens of course, and by now the audience is truly primed for an epic disaster. And, after a lot of fancy CGI work and more scenes of civil unrest, and some unnecessary Christian nonsense about this not really being the end, the end of the world does arrive in the form of a massive firestorm that sweeps the Earth, turning people and buildings into cinders in seconds. There's some additional religious allegory about a new Eden, and thank fuck that's all over.

And are you fucking kidding me? If I would have paid to see this I think I would have shat directly in my seat. For fucksake, that's even worse than the ending in POLTERGEIST II when Grandma's angel comes out to save the family from the H.R. Giger preacherman monster. Lousy alien intervention ending, with the hokey Christian symbolism smeared all over it like shit on a wafer.

Three scenes of awesome and horrible tragedy, loaded with calamitous special effects and literally thousands of deaths, each rather horrible in its own way. But scattered throughout interminable chatty candy-ass nonsense that ends, again (can't make this point enough), with some religious CLOSE ENCOUNTERS / SPHERE Rapture garbage? What the hell kind of Disney-fried chickenshit is that?

Sure, there are some pretty strong "Disaster Sequences (and) Disturbing Images" for a PG-13 flick, but the majority of this falls under the heading of substandard storytelling. (Way to exploit 9/11 though, dicks.) Because what's more horrific than CGI victimization but needless talkiness, made ultimately more needless by the contrived special interest ending.

Plus it's one of those films structured around some fuckin' little brat you'd rather see fed to the rats in New Delhi than watch bouncing around onscreen, so you can expect some big time disappointment here. Like Eddie Furlong in TERMINATOR 2; who the fuck tells the Terminator NOT to kill people?! Shit!

It's been as long since Proyas has made a good movie as it has since Cage has starred in one; let's just say this is no winning combination of THE CROW and WILD AT HEART. And nowhere near as funny as VAMPIRE'S KISS.

Special features include an audio commentary by director Proyas, and "Knowing All: The Making of a Futuristic Thriller," which at 12 minutes long was 12 minutes longer than I had to spare. There's also "Visions of the Apocalypse" in which a number of 'experts' give their opinion on apocalyptic thought – skipped that one too.

One point for the disasters. I'd give it another for the end of the world, but that's just too much. – Tom Crites

Saturday, January 14, 2012

2011: The Year in Viewing

Here's the "complete" list. I may have missed one or two titles due to flaky record keeping in the middle of the year but this is certainly the high (and, in some cases, low) points. The total was certainly helped along by attending Actionfest, exFest, ApeFest and the Fifth Annual Exhumed Marathon.


NEW WATCHES
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13 Assassins
5 Fingers of Death
A Lonely Place to Die
The Absent
Altitude
Amy's in the Attic
Angel of Destruction
Angry Ranger
Bail Enforcers
Bangkok Knockout
Batman & Superman: Apocalypse
Batman: year One
Beast of Bray Road
The Black Cat
Black Cobra
Black Dynamite
Born to Raise Hell
Bridesmaids
Cabin Fever 2
Captain America: The First Avenger
Chromeskull: Laid to Rest 2
Contamination.7
Cutthroats Nine
The Dead
Death Hunter: Werewolves vs Vampires
Devil Story
Do You Like Hitchcock?
Dr Black, Mr Hyde
Dylan Dog: Dead of Night
The Expendables
The Face with Two Left Feet
Fast Five
Four Boxes
Frankenstein Syndrome
Frightmare
Giallo
Grotesque
The Hangover Part II
Hatchet II
Hobo with a Shotgun
Hot Tub Time Machine
I Saw the Devil
I Think We're Alone Now
The Incredible Melting Man
Intruder
Iron Man 2
Kick-Ass
Killer Elephants
Killer Movie
Killer Yacht Party
The Killing Machine
Kung Fu Panda 2
The Last Resort
Legend of the Wolfwoman
Little Big Soldier
Live Like a Cop, Die Like a Man
Machete
Machete Maidens Unleashed
Memphis Heat
Mortuary
Murder Set Pieces
Never Back Down 2: The Beat Down
Never Sleep Again
Night of the Demons
Night Warning
Nightmares
No Way Out
Piranha
Rango
Redneck Miller
The Reef
Resident Evil: Afterlife
Resonnances
Rock Prophecies
Savage!
Shark Alarm
Shredder
Skeleton Man
Sledgehammer
Source Code
Stagefright
Sticks of Death
Super
Superman/Shazam: Return of Black Adam
There's Nothing Out There
This is It
Thor
Time Walker
Tinoterra: Killer Shark
TNT Jackson
Toolbox Murders
Tourist Trap
The Town
True Grit
Tucker & Dale Vs Evil
Undisputed II: Last Man Standing
Undisputed III
Universal Soldier: Regeneration
Up from the Depths
Velvet Goldmine
The Velvet Vampire
The Vicious Kind
Who Saw Her Die?
Winnie the Pooh
X-Men: First Class

REWATCHES
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Airport 77
Asylum Erotica
Batman: Under the Red Hood
Battle for the Planet of the Apes
Beneath the Planet of the Apes
Blood Diner
Bloody Birthday
The Burning
Conquest of the Planet of the Apes
The Church
Daredevil
Demons
Escape from the Planet of the Apes
The Exterminator
Fear No Evil
Frankenhooker
Halloween III: Season of the Witch
Inferno
Jaws
Lady Frankenstein
Maximum Overdrive
New York Ripper
The Other Version of Cinderella
The Phantom
Phenomena
Pieces
Planet of the Apes
Psychomania
Race with the Devil
Rodan
Tenebrae
Time of the Apes
Trick or Treat

Better Late Than Never: Film Faves of 2011

After compiling and reviewing my 2011 viewing list I was able to whittle the list down to 10 favorites as well as a handful or two of honorable mentions that -- in any other year -- would have made the list. As in years past I don't limit my list of faves to things that were only released during the year. I don't get out to the movies much (other than to see kid flicks like WINNIE THE POOH or KUNG-FU PANDA 2) so the criteria for eligibility is strictly anything that I saw for the first time. In other words, while I may have watched DEMONS, THE EXTERMINATOR and PIECES during the year, they're not eligible due to the fact that I've seen them about 37 times each. That said, this year's list is rather heavy on releases from 2010 and 2011. 

Please note one glaring exception. RISE OF THE PLANET OF THE APES would surely be on the list... had I watched it in 2011. I didn't get a chance to see it until a week or so ago, which makes it the flick to beat for the 2012 list.

A LONELY PLACE TO DIE (2011)
Mountain climbers in Scotland discover a kidnap victim hidden in a remote hillside. A cat and mouse game ensues as they try to protect the girl. Filled with spectacular and breathtaking scenery as well as first-rate tension. Definitely the best film I saw last year and one that's meant to be seen in a theater.

CHROMESKULL: LAID TO REST 2 (2011)
The first LAID TO REST flick surprised the hell out of me with its wet and grisly effects and a grim, sadistic killer who required no backstory. The inventive sequel picks up where the first film left off and quickly twists and turns my expectations inside out. Brian Austin Green continues his trash renaissance as a conflicted middle manager/serial killer-wannabe. And yes, this one's filled with gnarly effects, too.

FAST FIVE (2011)
I can only think of one other instance where such an advanced sequel emerged as my favorite of the series (FRIDAY THE 13TH PART IV: THE FINAL CHAPTER). Ditching the CGI car porn of the fourth installment, FAST FIVE injects Dom and Co. into a South American heist flick with The Rock along for the ride. Easily my favorite popcorn franchise of the moment.

I SAW THE DEVIL (2010)
You know a flick is riveting when you're on the edge of your seat despite having spent nine hours in the car. Oh, and did I mention it's in Korean and 141 minutes long?! As good pal and Actionfest traveling companion Bruce Holcheck put it, it's the most "bludgeontastic" flick you'll ever see. A secret service agent seeks revenge -- over and over and over -- on the serial killer that murdered his wife. See it before the inevitable American remake screws it up.

MEMPHIS HEAT (2011)
The best documentaries leave you wanting more and when this look at the history of Memphis wrasslin' ended I yelled "Nooooooooooo!" at my tv. (Luckily, the DVD release is packed with about four hours of extras.) A funny and informative look at one of the last great bastions of indie wrestling from its black and white roots to its time in the national spotlight before the emergence of the WWF (now WWE) as a major, national wrestling league.

NEVER SLEEP AGAIN: THE ELM STREET LEGACY (2010)
I think my interest in the ELM STREET series peaked with Chuck Russell's inventive and fun DREAM WARRIORS (#3 for those of you scoring at home). But that didn't lessen my fascination with this riveting four hour (yes, four hour!) documentary that takes an exhaustive look at the entire – and I do mean entire – ELM STREET franchise. 

TUCKER & DALE VS EVIL (2010)
I'd been hearing about this horror comedy since it screened at a DC horror film festival back in 2010 and I anxiously waited for it to hit video. And waited. And waited. As it turns out, the last film I'd watch in 2011 would also be one of my faves (obviously, since it's on my "best" list). A series of unfortunate accidents and misunderstandings leaves a pair of lovable hillbillies fighting off a gang of college kids who have mistaken them for backwoods psychopaths. I'm usually not a big "horror comedy" fan but this take on genre tropes hits all the right notes.

NEVER BACK DOWN 2: THE BEATDOWN (2011)
While A LONELY PLACE TO DIE was the "best" movie I saw at last year's installment of Actionfest, my "favorite" movie was the directorial debut of Black Dynamite himself, Michael Jai White. It's your standard "hassled con/former ultimate fighting champ (MJW) trains a bunch of misfits to compete in an underground MMA contest" but the fight sequences -- choreographed by Larnell Stovall (UNDISPUTED III) -- rise above the standard drama and black belt Scottie Epstein excels as a comic/record nerd bullied into becoming a savage fighter.

BLACK DYNAMITE (2009)
Speaking of Black Dynamite, I finally got a chance to see this buzzed about blaxploitation spoof on the big screen (with MJW sitting a couple rows behind us). White flexes his comic chops in this almost flawless parody of the black action genre spearheaded by the likes of Jim Brown, Fred Williamson, Isaac Hayes, etc. In a league with genre parodies like YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN, OSS 117: CAIRO, A NEST OF SPIES and the first Austin Powers flick.

NIGHT WARNING (1983)
Holy crap! Every year the fine folks at Exhumed Films end up screening a film that literally blows my mind, a la WICKED WICKED, TEENAGE MOTHER, or RAW FORCE. This year it was the mind boggling NIGHT WARNING, in which Susan Tyrrell delivers one of the most fearless performances ever captured on film. As "Aunt Cheryl" she smothers her orphaned nephew Billy (Jimmy McNichol), gets him tangled up in a messy murder investigation, keeps him away from the slutty girl who played Stephanie on 'Newhart', and slowly goes insane on screen. In fact, her performance is so riveting that she may have *actually* gone crazy. 

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Grotesque (1988), Universal Soldier: Regeneration (2009), X-Men: First Class (2011), Bail Enforcers (2011), Super (2011), Undisputed II: Last Man Standing (2006), Undisputed III: Redemption (2010), Angel of Destruction (1994), No Way Out (1973), Stagefright (1987), BKO: Bangkok Knockout (2010), The Face with Two Left Feet (1979), 13 Assassins (2010), Piranha (2010), Tourist Trap (1979), Amy's in the Attic (2010).

Friday, December 23, 2011

12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: The Final Chapter

We've arrived at the end of our 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS blog series which means that it's Christmas Eve and I've officially had my fill of holiday tunes. From Italian Christmas donkeys and mice that live in Santa's house to country stars asking Mary if she knew her baby was going to grow up and heal blind folks, Christmas tunes are a pretty mixed bag. (My current favorite is the one where Mariah Carey "reminisces" about eating two gallons of ice cream. Good times, good times.) But it never fails that at least once during the Christmas season the topic of holiday ditties will come up in conversation and no matter who I'm talking to – pagan or Catholic, heathen or vegan, Jew or Muslim – everybody can agree that Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmas Time" is the most cloying, annoying, worthless dose of holiday clap-trap ever recorded. But, as reviewer Matthew Saliba will tell us below, there's a good change that the person who recorded that song isn't Paul McCartney at all, but a double who was inserted into the Beatles' lineup after the real McCartney was killed in a 1966 car crash. Or maybe not.

Ah, to be a conspiracy theorist. What a life that must be. To live in a world where 9/11 was a deliberate and malicious act perpetrated by the same U.S. Government who botched the wars in Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq but somehow pulled a "Hail Mary" and made the Twin Tower demolition look like a terrorist attack. To live in a world where Elvis, Tupac and Michael Jackson are alive and well and hibernating deep within the confines of Hollow Earth planning the unveiling of the New World Order with our reptilian shapeshifting overlords. To live in a world where in November of 1966, Paul McCartney was killed in a car crash and replaced with a double at the request of British intelligence, MI5 as a preventive measure against an epidemic of mass suicides on the part of McCartney's female fanbase should they ever discover the fate of their beloved Beatle.

What, wait?

In case you're in the dark on the whole "Paul is Dead" hoax, then you're in luck as the good folks over at Highway 61 Entertainment have released a very entertaining "documentary" by Joel Gilbert that manages to cross THE DAVINCI CODE with the Beatles entitled PAUL McCARTNEY REALLY IS DEAD: THE LAST TESTAMENT OF GEORGE HARRISON. The subtitle refers to the concept by which the piece is based upon.

According to director Gilbert, Highway 61 Entertainment received a package in the summer of 2005 from London, England. The package had no return address. Inside were a couple of mini-cassette tapes dated December 30th, 1999 and labeled, "The Last Testament of George Harrison." After being attacked in his home, Harrison began to fear for his life and decided now was as good a time as any to finally get a major load off his chest and reveal to the world the truth about Paul McCartney. Hence the tapes. Harrison regales us with the "shocking" story about McCartney's death and the massive coverup that ensued to ensure the longevity of the Beatles' success.

As previously mentioned, McCartney was killed in a car crash in November of 1966. The remaining Beatles were approached by a man known only as "Maxwell" from British intelligence, MI5 who forced the Beatles to cover up McCartney's death as a preventive measure against the mass suicides of female Beatles fans. So a Paul McCartney lookalike contest was held and won by William Campbell from Ontario. He was shipped off to London where after a series of plastic surgeries and vocal training sessions, emerged as Paul McCartney II, or as his Beatles brethren referred to him as, Faul. The emergence of Faul is used to explain why the Beatles stopped touring around the release of their 1965 album RUBBER SOUL. They didn't want to risk the possible realization on the part of fans with a keen eye that Faul was indeed a false Beatle. That said, the overwhelming guilt of this deliberate lie led the Beatles to signal their fans with clues on album covers (the infamous SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEART CLUB BAND cover, the fact that the "real Beatles" are always looking in one direction and Faul is looking in the other, etc.) and in song lyrics ("the Walrus was Paul" referring to the fact that when McCarney's mangled body was discovered at the car crash, a police officer remarked how McCarney looked like a walrus, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" referring to the violent threats made against their well-being by MI5 should they ever reveal to the public that McCartney had bit the dust, etc.). The Beatles eventually break up but the story doesn't end there. John Lennon becomes increasingly reckless with the secret to the point where in 1980 he is assassinated by a hired gunmen for MI5 sending a loud and clear message to the others that if they follow in his footsteps, they'll face a similar fate.

Now, your enjoyment of a film like this will entirely depend on your tolerance for conspiracy theories. I personally find them fascinating though ultimately based on heresy with a logic fueled by convenience. If you're determined to find something, your mind automatically filters anything else out in its effort to discover the truth that you're searching for, regardless of its validity. In other words, if you want to believe that Paul McCartney really died and that the Beatles signaled their fans to this fact through subliminal messages in their albums, you're more than likely to discover what you're looking for. However, when you take reality into consideration, the cold hard facts plainly dictate that this is a certifiable hoax and one done in poor taste, if I might add.

First and foremost, a lot of the "facts" presented in this piece just don't add up. For example, they mention how the only people present at McCartney's funeral were the remaining Beatles and McCartney's parents. However, his mother died long before this allegedly took place. They also mention how the album cover of RUBBER SOUL was designed to create the impression that the Beatles were looking down into a grave. McCartney's grave. However, the album was released in 1965, one year before the fatal accident. And for all the talk about how the Beatles were the only ones in on this, where was George Martin all the time? He was their manager. Surely he would know that "Faul" was an impostor. There's no mention made of him at all in this piece. And last and surely not least, there's the matter of "George Harrison" himself. For someone who's unburdening himself of a deep, dark, terrible secret, he sure sounds very calm and articulate. He never once stumbles or stutters; almost as if he's reading from a script.

Then there's the issue of sound quality. Now granted, I suppose there could've been some clean-up done to the audio, but if he was recording his voice onto a mini-cassette tape recorder, then surely the sound quality would be mediocre at best. I've done so many times myself and one of the reasons why I stopped was because of the poor sound quality.

At the end of the day, this is a despicable piece of work meant to play on the wishful thinking of conspiracy theorists who want to believe that the world is more complicated than it really is. I also find it to be very disrespectful to the memory of George Harrison himself as this was clearly made to cash in on the anniversary of his death. Quite frankly, I'm surprised this even got released at all. I'd be very curious to see how long it takes before the estate of George Harrison sends the offices of Highway 61 Entertainment a package of their own, only with a pair of lawsuits instead of tapes.

PAUL McCARTNEY REALLY IS DEAD: THE LAST TESTAMENT OF GEORGE HARRISON is available at Amazon. If you liked this review you can read hundreds more like it at the Exploitation Retrospect website.


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12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: It's Like a Fun Reverse FROM DUSK TILL DAWN


Welcome to Day 11 of the ER 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS blog series. Here at ER HQ we loves us some horror and some action but the two rarely come together in very satisfying fashion. Okay, so the success rate is probably better than the dread "horror comedy" but you know what I mean. So it was a rare treat when in the middle of this summer's, um, Summer of Action! series that I found myself not only watching but quite honestly digging a low-budget, silly-but-fun mess of an action-horror flick that made me wish it was a series of movies. Or books. Or comics. It was like coming down on Christmas morning and finding some cheapie Chinese knock-off toy filled with lead paint and toxic plastic that inexplicably turns out to be your favorite present of the day. You know it's not good for you but, damn it's fun till it breaks. Or you land in the emergency room with some kind of hideous flesh-eating syndrome they'll need House, MD to diagnose.

I spent a good part of this past spring and summer acquiring, reading and talking/reading/writing about men's adventure novels. Inspired by a trip to a used book sale and a jaunt to the awesome ActionFest in North Carolina, I found myself ditching my usual non-fiction books and graphic novels in favor of well-thumbed paperback installments from THEY CALL ME THE MERCENARY, THE CHAMELEON, SWAG, KILLMASTER, THE EXECUTIONER and, naturally, THE DESTROYER.

I'm sure one is lurking out there – and, if so, Action Guru John Grace will point me towards it – but I never stumbled upon any action-themed men's paperbacks that make forays into horror. (The awesome DEAD MAN series is excluded because it's of a more recent vintage – I'm talking 70s/80s action paperback heyday here.) Plenty of Soviets and cut-rate Bond villains get their comeuppance at the hands, pistols and rifles of our heroes, but no vampires or werewolves.

Luckily, a copy of MTI's junky fun DEATH HUNTER: WEREWOLVES VS. VAMPIRES landed on my "To Watch" pile and satisfied both my action jones and the trashy horror monkey on my back in one fell 90-minute swoop.

Is it wrong that I'd love to see/read a whole series of these?

After a pre-credit CGI-werewolf attack on some lovers, we meet a quibbling couple on an anniversary camping trip who decide to detour on a "shortcut" and find themselves low on gas with no help in sight. When they stumble upon an all-night bar in the middle of nowhere they think they'll find help. But, having seen roughly 334 variations on this tale, we know different.

Like a reverse FROM DUSK TILL DAWN the couple find themselves battling an attack from a bar-full of the undead with the wife eventually whisked away by the head bloodsucker while the husband - a sort of bland, blank everyman in the Greg Kinnear/David Hyde Pierce/William H Macy mold - escapes. Only to be attacked by a werewolf!

Saved by a mysterious stranger with an antidote, John Croix (pronounced "Cross", 'natch) battles the infection and eventually discovers that he possesses the powers of a werewolf and the ability to battle what we all know as the enemies of werewolves – vampires. An awesome training montage ensues before our hero sets off to reclaim his annoying wife from the clutches of the vampire cabal.

Don't get me wrong. DEATH HUNTER: WEREWOLVES VS. VAMPIRES appears to have a budget on par with a dinner theater production of HAIR, some most of the effects are ridiculous, the conclusion can kindly be described as "anti-climactic" and your mileage may will vary from mine. But I found this to be an entertaining check-your-brain-at-the-door action/horror "epic" and a flick that bucks the anti-MTI trend I see on most sites, including mine!

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: He's Not Jesus! He's Just a F#@king Gypsy!


Welcome to Day 10 of our 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS holiday blog series. I'm not sure what the other reviews – courtesy of some of our favorite contributors – had to do with the holidays, but today's entry is steeped in holiday traditions. How? Well, it's a turkey and there's a big, fat guy we're supposed to believe can do remarkable things. Sounds like Christmas to me! For me, Steven Seagal's career truly is the gift that keeps on giving. He's like the uncle who comes for the holidays and brings you a kinda crappy present, but you remember the great presents he brought you back in the 80s and 90s so you hold your breath in anticipation – only to be disappointed by the half-assed bag of junk he dumps under the tree. But you can't wait till he shows up again next year!

There's a nugget of a good action flick lurking at the core of BORN TO RAISE HELL, the latest in a seemingly never-ending line of generic Steven Seagal actioners filmed in Eastern Europe. Unfortunately, saddled with leaden, cliché-riddled plotting from the star's own screenplay we're once again left wondering what might have been were his ego not just as bloated as the rest of him.

Seagal stars as Robert "Bobby" Samuels, an American who heads up an international drug task force located in Eastern Europe. When Costel (Darren Shahlavi) and his crew pull off a home invasion - complete with rape and murder - in order to fund their gun and drug operation it draws the attention of Samuels and his crew.

Will Samuels' task force nab Costel and his cronies? Is Costel planning to double-cross Dmitiri (Dan Badarau), the local drug kingpin, loving family man and former Spetsnaz member? Will the cop who announced that he's going to be a dad in a month make it to the end of the film?

I suppose we're supposed to care about all of these questions but Seagal's muddled script, coupled with directionless, er, direction from stuntman/stunt coordinator Lauro Chartrand, results in a lazy, but never unwatchable, mess. What should be the flick's core – renegade drug agent/American soldier teams up with family man/drug czar/Spetsnaz dude to take down an even worse Gypsy necrophiliac killer – never gels until the 75 minute mark of the film and even then it's dismissed within what seems like a matter of minutes. My only guess is that Seagal knew his acting chops were no match for Badaru – who comes off like the Romanian Brando – and wanted to limit the pair's mutual screentime.

On top of a forgettable screenplay and distracting direction (complete with lots of icy blue and sepia tints, freeze frames and slow-mo), HELL has all the usual problems that sink most of Seagal's recent work: the film opens with a voiceover that's supposed to be Seagal but is clearly somebody doing a Seagal impression; Costel is shown to be a kick-ass fighter during a confrontation with Dmitri's men but resorts to playground-style bitch slapping when Seagal lumbers in for their final confrontation; Seagal's fight scenes are cut too fast and then sped up leading to inevitable Keystone Cops and Benny Hill jokes; Seagal's "love interest" appears to be young enough to be his granddaughter, making their "sex scene" both oogie and laughable as the clothed and corpulent star wheezes sex talk at the trim and topless Romanian beauty; the flick's "action" relies too heavily on boring gun play; and, so on.

If you're a Seagal completist like me you won't be able to resist checking this one out on Netflix or rescuing it from the dollar bin at your local Walgreen's. For more casual fans I'd recommend URBAN JUSTICE or DRIVEN TO KILL as better examples of his recent work or just sticking with his Golden Era (1988-1997) and pretending these flicks never happened.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: Are You Crazy? This is More than a Steak.


Believe it or not it's Day 9 of the 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS here at the ER blog. Curses! Foiled by Christmas cards, TOP CHEF and FLYERS/RANGERS 24/7! I had this review all ready to go last night and by the time I extracted my tongue from the envelopes and my eyes from the tube it was past midnight. Ah well, eight straight days is actually a pretty good run for me and it won't deter me from trying to get on another streak. Today's guest contributor – David Zuzelo of TOMB IT MAY CONCERN – is not only a good friend in the trash trenches but he's like my own personal Santa. The big guy in the red suit has nothing on David Z when it comes to boundless generosity. My bookshelves, closets and DVD tubs are swelling thanks to the frequent shipments of trashy movies, Batman comics and men's adventure novels that mysteriously turn up on my doorstep. And nobody wields a pen or pounds a keyboard with the cinematic enthusiasm of "Damn You, Davey Z"!   

Have you ever wanted to see Marisa Mell angrily bang against a pinball machine?  Have you ever wished that Marisa Mell would walk down YOUR stairs dressed in a short robe that somehow crosses sexy breasts and Hong Kong Phooey?  Then DEATH WILL HAVE YOUR EYES will keep your eyes open and your toes tappin’ to the groovy score by Stelvio Cipriani if you are a master of Eurotrash minutia.  But if you think this is a Giallo film that may feature fast paced mystery and suspenseful murders, or even suspense, you will be quite disappointed.

I’m part of the first category and found lots of interest...

Marisa Mell looks like she is in some form of trouble as the film starts, and then-using a time distorted storytelling mode that will either make you very confused or keep you watching very closely-we find out that she started small in this big city that has become her tomb.  Young Luisa shows up full of big dreams, but ends up selling her backside to make ends meet after she comes across Yvonne (Helga Line).  Sure, she is waiting for Mr. Rich Dick to show up-and when he does she is right on it. Hard.

But the man of her wallet's dreams is a real jerk off (thank you Farley Granger, you are always so good at this) and recites bad poetry.  The US title is one of his goofy lines, no eyes are harmed in the film. 

Dammit.

So, time is still jumping and something happens and someone gets found out and everyone is going to be dead or dying soon enough!  You can imagine what happens when a certain poet/doctor/dingleberry has his car off the road, but a certain down on her lucker doesn’t get away clean as ANOTHER down on HIS lucker sees a chance to hustle her out of her money. And her pants!  

Hey, it is Marisa Mell after all... and she plays along in even more narrative non-sequitor fashion.

It doesn’t end well.  But would we want it to end well?  Nah!

The cover art is way off here, but the trailer (which is in English on the disc, while the film is not) does the same thing.  This is definitely a sleazy drama that is equal parts getting the ladies undressed and some conniving behavior amongst the rich.  There is no mystery, unless confusion and taking time to follow along is what counts as one.  As a film it is a bit of a failure, but I enjoyed it by and large.  This is one of those productions that is much more a vibe than a voyage.

There are party scenes with weird music, groovy hair, bad poetry and tits.  There are a few instances of surprisingly violent turns by Marisa Mell.  Two girls argue that a big steak isn’t enough to loan out their bodies.  If I knew then that I could get a night with Marisa Mell for a steak I’d of been working harder than the dude in Bell From Hell to make steak.  Of course, I was 6 years old when this came out and I doubt I’d have had more use from a Eurostarlet than I would a Mego doll.   

If you can’t resist the obscure, love the sounds of TRASH CINEMA and the sights of NUDE SEX SIRENS in SLEAZY SITUATIONS, this may be for you.  But if you are hoping to fill that missing piece in your Giallo collection you can move along easily. Claudio Fragasso is listed on IMDB as an assistant director on this, and I can see how he would have made this material MUCH more entertaining years later!

The DVD from MYA COMMUNICATIONS is about what I expected. The print is fairly bad with tons of scratches and damage. The sound distorts at the bass level a lot (which is killer on that awesome score).  It looks like a bootleg, and not one from the modern fandub/sub era.  There is a copyright for METHEUS FILM  on the back of the packaging, so that counts for something.  I can’t imagine they are selling tons of these, but when you can count on crummy quality many times it does run off a certain percentage of your market.  I would be interested to see if Mya really has a relationship with Metheus because there are some EXCELLENT films in their catalog, including the awesome Mario Siciliano films ROLF, SKIN ‘EM ALIVE and SEVEN RED BERETS.  All of those would be fine releases...

Overall, the market for this DVD knows exactly who it is – just keep expectations in check and you won’t be let down.  It ain’t a giallo, it ain’t really good – but it is groovy and that counts for something.

Set your price tag at what you value European Trash Funk Cinema before purchasing.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: Giving Thanks I Don't Have to Watch Much Franco

At school a few weeks ago my daughter and some schoolmates were asked to name the things for which they were thankful. In true 4-year-old fashion she responded "holidays" and "kisses and hugs before bedtime". Whew. At least she knew better than to say "STAR WARS action figures" like some of the other kids in her afterschool program. Me? I'm thankful to have tireless reviewers like Crites – another longtime ER/Hungover Gourmet contributor who watches and eats things so I don't have to. And even at his crankiest (see below) the man delivers on the content. It may be late (sorry, I got distracted by Flyers/Rangers 24/7) but I bring you another piping hot installment of 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS. 

Whistling horribly, a female publishing agent, Carla, drives out to the villa of the Balasz family in an attempt to acquire the rights to a piece of their family history.

After a vision of the titular Snakewoman, seen dancing lethargically dressed in her double-headed serpentine tattoo (which, it must be said, looks more goofy than seductive), Carla lets herself into the mansion and confronts a pair of Euro-hippies. Telling them she's looking for Andros Balasz, father of Oriana Balasz, when Andros is not immediately available Carla helps herself to a bath. During which Andros magically appears, catching her in the nude, and invites her down to breakfast.

As Carla dresses, the Snakewoman jumps through her open window to pose and hiss ridiculously before vanishing. And it's here, over a quarter of an hour into the film, that you know for certain that your time is being wasted. That this 'erotic fable' is in fact a poorly conceived sex joke with no real point to it but to show off some shabby softcore lesbian love story. That, and to cash in on the name of a "cult" director whose 'genius' dried up long ago and whose status is debatable at best.

Anyway, at breakfast Carla is joined by a shady priest/doctor who tells her that Andros is the rightful heir to the estate of Oriana Balasz, who died in 1945. He also mentions that many others have tried to purchase the estate, but all have failed. What he neglects to mention is that he's keeping an hysterical woman who claims to suffer sexual visions and visitations from her 'mistress' locked up on drugs.

Returning to her room Carla finds the naked Snakewoman lying in her bed. When asked the tattooed girl says that she is the 87-year-old Oriana, and that Andros is her father-in-law. She then asks, "Do you like my ass?", the furry cleft of which Carla could not help but admire. Passing up this invitation Carla tells the Snakewoman that she would "Like to acquire all the rights to Oriana Balasz's catalog. The songs, the films, everything." Snakewoman doesn't seem interested in business however, offering instead the notion that, "The ass is the universal sex organ." There's some more back and forth, but instead of getting it on Carla goes off to get some sleep alone.

Dr. Priest and his young ward, Alpha, have another fruitless interaction in which the girl again raves about her magical lady. Drugged and confined, Alpha is visited by Snakewoman for a lengthy lesbian encounter.

Meanwhile Carla has a dream flashback to her initial assignment to secure Oriana's archives. This includes watching an old black & white Third Reich-era cabaret performance of hers, with no shortage of risqué beaver shots. As Carla dreams naked in her bed, Snakewoman again comes pouncing into her room and crawls into the sack with her where more simulated vampire lesbian action is had.

Breakfast the next morning is a queer affair, one which includes mother's milk in the coffee. Carla is informed by Andros and Oriana/Snakewoman that the Balasz legacy is not for sale at any price. However there was a final film made by Oriana, a masterpiece of perversion that has never been seen...

Carla winds up back in the city, confused and disorganized. She is told by her female psychiatrist that she has been missing for days, with the police looking for her, and has lost all of her belongings. The doctor ships Carla out to her lakeside estate for some much needed rest and relaxation, but while again dreaming naked Carla is visited once more by the Snakewoman for another bout of 'bloody' lovemaking.

Carla's writhing is interrupted the next morning by the doctor, who has Carla's publisher Tony on the phone. For some reason the Balasz estate has decided to release everything to them, including a love letter to Carla from Oriana. As the Snakewoman attacks Alpha's doctor, Carla and her doc head back to the publisher's office to watch Oriana's final film.

In the overly dark clip the starlet gets it on with another woman, then tears into a rubber phallus between a man's legs, reveling in the flow of 'blood' that her pointed teeth produce. As Carla stares at the video screen, hypnotized, she thinks she hears Oriana call her name. Suddenly the two are together again back at the villa, and the film is finally over.

Two words: utter shit. The most enormous waste of time I've been subjected to in recent memory. In every way. And my life is much the poorer for it; Franco has obviously been sucking from the same retarded turtle dick as Jean Rollin. I'd have said "Spoiler ahead" earlier, but with something this pretentious and lazy that's kind of a given.

The story is overly drawn-out and needlessly complex; the jumpy timeline that is utilized so often by directors attempting to fancify their substandard productions by making them seem deeper through timeframe manipulation is in full evidence here, and as usual it just doesn't help. Instead it just makes an interminable story seem that much longer.

Snakewoman doesn't appear to be so much an ageless sexual force as she does some stoned gypsy nympho. There are some mildly sexy scenes, true, but the softcore nature of the production makes them all look overly staged and fake. On top of that there's the poor lighting to contend with, glare alternating with shadow to provide an uneven visual experience which the jerky progression of the story does little to enhance. In Spanish with English subtitles.

SNAKEWOMAN comes with standard extras such as a stills gallery and preview trailers. But it also contains the bonus 1998 feature film DR. WONG'S VIRTUAL HELL. This flick is self-described by director Franco as "An all out farce," but as many of his films could be considered farcical this means one of two things: 1) It will be fucking hi-LAR-ious, or 2) To quote Killface, it will be "The absolute monarch of all bum-snackers." We're going to find out, but I think you can guess where I've got my money down.

A take-off on the Fu-Manchu films, VIRTUAL HELL begins on a difficult note with the narration being provided by some character with a lisp and a thick oriental accent. As there aren't any subtitles available the lead-in and much of the following plot description are literally foreign.

On top of this, portions of the film are approached in comic book style, with oddly colored still frames featuring shadowy figures and word balloons used to flesh out the story. Emphasized at times with what sound like Sesame Street voices.

You know, coming after the time-killing SNAKEWOMAN I really don't have a spare portion of my life to devote to another 97 minutes of poorly assembled experimental film, so I'm going to watch most of this rickshaw wreck on fast forward. And if I miss something at speed, well, chances are I would have missed it anyway. I'll tell you right now, clear and engaging this film is not.

So you've got some solarized scenery. More bad accents. Hey look, there's some tits. And a bunch of guys in 'Chinaman' glasses watching a burlesque act. Lesbian frottage and simulated rimming. Some spanking and whipping. Now a hefty middle-aged woman is showing her bush. There's a fake blowjob. The thought balloon for one of the stage show voyeurs says it best: "...zz zz zzz..."

Finally there's some sort of meeting or confrontation between Dr. Wong and private eye Nelly Smith, both with associates in tow. The result: the film is over. Thank fuck.

To summarize: bad coloration, bad accents, bad lighting, bad sex, bad plot, no point. Enough said.

Goddammit, I feel ten years older.

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Monday, December 19, 2011

12 REVIEWS OF XMAS: Merry Christmas, I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight

I spent most of today sitting in a computer classroom learning the ins and outs of Excel. Yes, I know, the life of a self-employed small business owner is glamorous and sexy! But at least I didn't let you down and miss the latest installment of our 12 REVIEWS OF XMAS blog series. Tonight it's new media kingpin and longtime ER/Hungover Gourmet contributor Louis Fowler to the rescue with a look at the Dee Dee Ramone documentary HEY IS DEE DEE HOME. So pause that episode of Damaged Viewing, throw on "Merry Christmas (I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight)" – UK single version, please – and read on...
At first glance, it's easy to say that the Dee Dee Ramone documentary HEY IS DEE DEE HOME is largely disappointing. It's basically Dee Dee sitting in a chair for an hour talking mainly about his relationship with Johnny Thunders. This guy has been through the ringer more than enough times, so you'd think that a doc about him would cover so much more territory. You'd think that, in light of the other recent Ramones docs like END OF THE CENTURY and RAMONES RAW, that this one would also try to go out of it's way to be on par with those.
But it really doesn't need to. Sure, it's not as churched up as those takes on the Ramones mythos, but this film does it's subject well, with an idea that's as stark and as tore down as Dee Dee himself. Cobbled from footage director Lech Kowalski was using for a Johnny Thunders documentary, Dee Dee sits on a stool and tells anecdote after anecdote, mostly all relating to heroin, Johnny Thunders, or heroin and Johnny Thunders. Johnny Thunders was widely known as the pretty boy of the late '70s New York punk scene and had his biggest "hit" with "Chinese Rock", which was written by Dee Dee about his own smack habit. He considers the song an "albatross" of sorts, but even that is laid to rest as he rattles off tales of letting people overdose in his bathtub because they pissed him off to comparing his love of tattoos to shooting dope. Yep, no horse rock is left uncooked here.
The ultimately heartbreaking thing here though is when Dee Dee looks at the camera and says "Sobriety is the best revenge!" He died of an overdose in 2002, another Ramones casualty.
Ramones fans (and Johnny Thunders completeists) will be intrigued enough to give this a look, and it's a satisfying enough fix, but, when it's over, you're still gonna want more. Isn't that how it always is with addicts?
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