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SITTING TARGET (1972)—Directed by Douglas
Hickox. Stars Oliver Reed, Ian McShane, Jill St. John. The late Oliver Reed stars as Harry, a physically imposing
hood serving time in prison for a robbery after which he managed to stash away $200,000 in loot before he and his confederates
were caught. Five months into his sentence, his wife Pat (Jill St. John, who I believe is dubbed by another actress) visits
to tell him that she wants a divorce and is pregnant by her new lover. Enraged, Harry attempts to strangle her, and is tossed
into solitary. There, he has plenty of time to grow more jealous and angry, and by the time he returns to his regular cell,
he has decided to break out of prison and kill Pat.
Director Douglas Hickox (THEATER OF BLOOD) deftly handles
the imaginative breakout scene, and receives plenty of aid from the wonderfully picturesque old prison where the first third
of the film was shot, which comes complete with a large clock hanging on the wall, where a massive dangling pendulum reminds
the defeated prisoners that they have nothing to look forward to but time itself. Busting out with his friend and robbery
partner Birdy (Ian McShane), Harry begins plotting his wife's murder. Actually, there isn't much of a plan. Reed plays Harry
like a bull in a china shop, his one-track mind focused on murder without giving much of a damn if he even gets caught or
not. He tries to protect Birdy by sending his friend on his way, but the loyal buddy sticks with Harry to the bloody end.
Shot on some wonderfully evocative and stark London locations,
SITTING TARGET is a grabber all the way through with taut performing across the board. THE EQUALIZER's Edward Woodward pops
up as a cop on Harry and Birdy's trail, Frank Finlay is a pigeon named Marty (giving more credence to my Loser Marty Rule,
which states that every character named Marty in a film will turn out to be a pimp, sleazebag, hoodlum, junkie or wimp), and
lovely Jill Townsend (CIMARRON STRIP) has a nice part as a young woman who brings out a momentary softness in Harry.
Music by Stanley Myers.
SIX DAYS IN ROSWELL (1998)--Directed by Timothy
B. Johnson. Stars Richard Kronfeld. From the makers of TREKKIES, a surprisingly affectionate documentary about rabid STAR
TREK fans, comes SIX DAYS IN ROSWELL, which was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico in 1997 during a week-long fiftieth anniversary
celebration of an alleged flying saucer crash. Host Rich Kronfeld, who appeared in TREKKIES in his homemade Captain Pike wheelchair,
plays Rich Kronfeld, a Minnesota native who makes the trek to Roswell in hopes of being abducted by aliens. Whom he meets
instead are the best parts of this pseudo-documentary, from the crusty geezer who rents Rich his trailer for $200 a night
to teenage girls portraying scientists in a space-age passion play to real-life UFO experts like Whitley Strieber (COMMUNION).
Best of all is the WAITING FOR GUFFMAN-style community theater's musical rendition of the notorious Roswell crash. The big
drawback for me was the insertion of staged events and character backstory into the documentary approach, which left me wondering
whether I was part of the joke. Still, Kronfeld is a cheeky presence--he really does collect old filmstrips and outdated audio
equipment--and reminded me of Michael Moore in his method of interacting with his sometimes befuddled subjects. The DVD contains
eight deleted scenes, a 19-minute making-of featurette, three trailers, a photo gallery and filmmaker bios. The most interesting
section contains several early short films and public access television works by Johnson, Kronfeld and producer Roger Nygard.
SIX DAYS SEVEN NIGHTS (1998)--Directed by Ivan Reitman. Stars Harrison Ford, Anne Heche, David Schwimmer,
Jacqueline Obradors. Lightweight entertainment casting Ford as Quinn, a burned-out alcoholic charter pilot hired to fly vacationing
couple Robin (Heche) and Frank (Schwimmer) to the island paradise of Macatea in the South Pacific. Their trip is interrupted
by a call from Robin's boss in New York, asking her to take an overnight sidetrip to Tahiti. For $700, Quinn is convinced
to leave his voluptuous ladyfriend Angelica (Obradors) behind and make the trip, but a thunderstorm forces him to crashland
on a deserted isle. Since he's a hard-drinking rough-and-tumble type, and she's a sophisticated magazine editor, Quinn and
Robin obviously have to argue with each other before that ol' Opposites Attract thing kicks into high gear, and the two fall
in love. In between the bickering and the kissing, a band of pirates ("Pirates? As in 'Arrgh'?") pops up long enough for Ford
to demonstrate why he's still one of America's great action heroes.
Although she's obviously a couple decades shy
of her costar, Heche appears radiant onscreen, and, while they aren't going to make anyone forget THE AFRICAN QUEEN, has good
chemistry with Ford, who's a lot looser than usual and is not afraid to act silly, even engaging in a pratfall or two. The
subplot involving Schwimmer and Obradors's search for their missing lovers while falling into bed themselves isn't all that
interesting, although it gives us plenty of chances to check out the stunning California-born actress in very little clothing.
Reitman keeps the pace from flagging over its 101 minutes, and, although you probably won't remember a damn thing
about SIX DAYS SEVEN NIGHTS a day after you see it, it's okay fun while it lasts. Cinematographer Michael Chapman expertly
captures the natural beauty of the Kauai locations, while Randy Edelman's proficient score hits the right tropical notes.
Also with Temuera Morrison (FROM DUSK TILL DAWN 3), Allison Janney (AMERICAN BEAUTY), Douglas Weston, Cliff Curtis and Danny
Trejo (CON AIR). From the director of MEATBALLS and GHOSTBUSTERS.
SIX PACK (1982)--Directed by Daniel
Petrie. Stars Kenny Rogers, Erin Gray, Diane Lane, Anthony Michael Hall, Barry Corbin, Terry Kiser. The kind of movie Elvis
Presley would have made, if he were still alive and singing country music. Kenny is a racecar driver who adopts six wild orphans.
Gray (BUCK ROGERS IN THE 25TH CENTURY) has the Shelley Fabares/Diane McBain role as Kenny's girl. Rogers is amiable enough,
but not possessed with a lot of big-screen charisma. Theme song, "Love Will Turn You Around", was a country hit for Kenny.
SIX-PACK ANNIE--See SIXPACK ANNIE.
SIX-STRING
SAMURAI (1998)--Directed by Lance Mungia. Stars Jeffrey Falcon, Justin McGuire, Stephane Gauger. I've never before
seen an action movie with a body count as high as this one that was so damn boring. Technically superb but ultimately uninteresting
hybrid of THE ROAD WARRIOR, Clint Eastwood's "The Man With No Name" trilogy and Akira Kurosawa epics. Its 1957, and the U.S.
is an apocalyptic wasteland after the Soviet Union dropped the bomb on us. The American capital is Lost Vegas, and The King
(Elvis Presley!) has just died. Every aspiring rock-and-roller with a guitar is on his way to Lost Vegas to audition to become
the new King, and one of them is Buddy (Falcon), a tight-lipped, tux-wearing loner with thick Buddy Holly glasses (taped in
the middle) and a samurai sword taped to the back of his Fender Stratocaster. He's traveling (reluctantly) with a young orphan
boy (McGuire) whose life he saved from mutants, and is pursued by a black-hooded warrior (think Darth Vader) named Death (Gauger),
who's trying to kill off all the competition for the King's throne.
Filmed in Death Valley on a reported budget of
$50,000, SIX-STRING SAMURAI boasts some of the most striking desert cinematography (by Kristian Bernier) you've ever seen
outside of a John Ford epic, and the rat-a-tat-tat editing helps the (many) action scenes. Unfortunately, the story (by Falcon
and Mungia) is very slow going, the characters are under-developed, Falcon (a known action star in Hong Kong) is a blank on-screen,
and Mungia's overindulgent direction (involving tons of slow-motion) irritates more than enlivens. To stay awake, count the
many homages (ripoffs?) of other (better) movies, including THE WIZARD OF OZ and INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM. Outstanding
Tex-Mex score by Brian Tyler and The Red Elvises may be the film's best feature. Also with Kim DeAngelo, Clifford Hugo and
Gabrille Pimenter.
SIXPACK ANNIE (1975)--Directed by John C.
Broderick. Stars Lindsay Bloom, Louisa Moritz, Jana Bellan. What's a beer-guzzling', wild-drivin' tease like hillbilly
Annie (Bloom) to do when the bank threatens to foreclose on her aunt's smalltown diner? She heads to the big city of
Miami to meet up with her hooker sister (Moritz) and hopefully find herself a sugar daddy to finance her family's future.
Filled with cornpone humor, mildly risqué sex gags and barely enough skin to garner an R rating, SIXPACK is too amiable to
hate, but too silly and tame to get excited about either. Also with Joe Higgins, Richard Kennedy, Larry Mahan, Pedro
Gonzales-Gonzales, Stubby Kaye, Doodles Weaver, Sid Melton, Ray Danton and a young Bruce Boxleitner. AIP released this
redneck classic. Bloom went on to embody Mickey Spillane's voluptuous Velda in the MIKE HAMMER TV show with Stacy Keach.
16 BLOCKS (2006)--Directed by Richard Donner.
Stars Bruce Willis, Mos Def, David Morse. 16 BLOCKS is a blatant (and uncredited) ripoff of THE GAUNTLET, a 1977 Clint
Eastwood picture that is ten times better, even if it does co-star Sondra Locke. 16 BLOCKS' "Locke" is Mos Def, who
may actually be a more obnoxious performer. Bruce Willis, who is very good, plays Burned-Out Alcoholic Big-City Cop
#729 (I wonder if BOABCC has ever appeared in a film with SEEV. What am I saying? Of course, he has!). Willis is assigned
the shit detail of transporting a petty thief (Mos Def) from jail to the courthouse so he can testify before the grand jury
in two hours. The courthouse is only 16 blocks away, but gunmen attack Willis' sedan on the street in broad daylight.
A drunken Bruce somehow kills one attacker and wounds another before grabbing Mos and splitting. From there, it's a
chase (but not much of one) to the grand jury chambers with the two heroes being pursued by murderous corrupt cops (seemingly
the whole damn precinct) led by David Morse. Morse is one of those guys who has been an amazing actor for a very long
time, but who knows who he is? He spent two seasons on CBS headlining a good crime drama called HACK in which he played--hey,
how about that--a corrupt cop. He has the presence and the physical size to dramatically battle Willis on-screen, and
their scenes together cook. The rest of the film is not much. Director Richard Donner doesn't seem interested
in the action, and gives us a lot of Mos Def chattering about nonsense. The gimmick of getting a witness to the courthouse
by a certain time limit is tried and true, but I've never seen a film where the courthouse was just down the street.
There could have been a suspenseful thriller made from this premise, but 16 BLOCKS ain't it. Also with Casey Sander,
Jenna Stern, Robert Clohessy and David Zayas. Decent score by Klaus Badelt.
SIXTEEN CANDLES (1984)--Directed by John
Hughes. Stars Molly Ringwald, Anthony Michael Hall, Michael Schoeffling, Gedde Watanabe, Paul Dooley. Typical Hughes teen
comedy about a sixteen-year-old girl (Ringwald) who is disappointed when her family forgets her birthday. She also faces the
usual adolescent problems of unrequited crushes and sibling jealousy. As in other Hughes films, the adults are frustratingly
stupid. Ringwald is pouty as usual. John Cusack has a small role.
THE 6TH DAY (2000)—Directed by Roger
Spottiswoode. Stars Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tony Goldwyn, Robert Duvall, Michael Rooker, Wendy Crewson, Michael Rapaport.
Why do clones have to wear glasses? That’s one of many questions you’ll be asking yourself during this dumb,
lethargic sci-fi actioner that dates itself in its first minute by introducing an XFL quarterback with a $300 million contract
(in reality, Vince McMahon’s lunkheaded football league folded after one laughable season). Regular guy Schwarzenegger
returns home from work on his birthday to discover a clone enjoying his party. Armed assassins, led by Rooker, attempt
to kill him to prevent him from spilling the beans—human clones are illegal, but pet cloning is cool in the near future—but
Arnold gets away and hides out at his best buddy Rapaport’s house to figure out what’s going on. Spottiswoode
is going for a Hitchcockian innocent-on-the-run thing, I think, but big Arnold, who becomes a quipping stunt driver and fighter
more than capable of defending himself against Rooker’s army of baddies, is clearly no Everyman. The plot is silly,
and some of the visual effects are quite disappointing. Arnold is Arnold, though a bit goofier than usual in trying
to play a regular Joe with a suburban family. Also with Sarah Wynter (trying too hard to be edgy), Terry Crews and Rodney
Rowland. Music by Trevor Rabin, who hopefully isn’t responsible for the hilariously inappropriate pop song that
inexplicably plays over one scene.
THE SIXTH SENSE (1999)--Directed by M. Night
Shyamalan. Stars Bruce Willis, Haley Joel Osment, Olivia Williams, Toni Collette. Excellent lead performances and some creepy
atmosphere propel this supernatural ghost story. Willis plays a child psychologist named Malcolm Crowe, who, as the movie
opens, is home with his wife Anna (Williams) celebrating an award from the mayor in appreciation of his shrink skills. The
revelry comes to an abrupt halt however, when a former patient of Malcolm's named Vincent breaks into their home, shoots Malcolm
in the stomach and kills himself. Months later, after what we assume is a period of convalescence, Malcolm has become very
insecure in his ability to heal, blaming himself for Vincent's suicide. His road to salvation is a young boy whom he begins
treating named Cole Sear (Osment), a paranoid loner whose mother becomes worried by the emotional and physical scars Cole
carries. Malcolm begins to realize that Cole has the ability to see dead spirits walking the streets all around us. More than
that, he can actually communicate with them, and they aren't always friendly.
To say more would ruin the scenario
concocted by writer/director Shyamalan, whose characters, mood and often alarming scenes culminate in a shocking twist ending
I didn't see coming at all, but in retrospect is really the only climax this story could possess. Willis, one of Hollywood's
most interesting actors when he puts his mind to it (which isn't often enough for my tastes) and one of the few willing to
take chances with an unconventional storyline, delivers one of his finest performances, frequently touching as he comes to
terms with his own perceived inability as a healer and a foundering marriage. The standout performance, however, is Osment's;
best known as the young Tom Hanks in FORREST GUMP, Osment goes toe to toe with Willis every step of the way. He definitely
isn't a typical child actor who mainly looks and acts cute while reacting to the more experienced adults around him. This
is a genuine full-fledged acting job, and there are two scenes in particular--one with Willis in a hospital and another with
his mother (Collette) in a car--that are astonishing in the way Osment is able to express frustration and fear. Williams and
Collette are solid, James Newton Howard's score is overly mawkish but serviceable, and frequent Jonathan Demme cinematographer
Tak Fujimoto adds immeasurably to the scare factor with his odd camera angles and striking use of color (that red balloon...).
Also with Donnie Wahlberg, Glenn Fitzgerald, Mischa Barton, Bruce Norris and director Shyamalan as a doctor.
SKATEBOARD (1978)—Directed by George Gage.
Stars Allen Garfield, Kathleen Lloyd, Richard Van der Wyk, Anthony Carbone. Basically the BAD NEWS BEARS of skateboarding,
this late’-70s PG relic is an affable little movie. Without a name cast or any exploitable elements, it helps
if you’re into skateboarding. Down-and-out agent Manny Blum (Garfield) figures to pick up a few bucks by leaping
on the then-hot skateboarding trend and putting together a professional skateboard team, the Los Angeles Wheels, to tour and
put on skateboarding exhibitions. His team of youths range in age from 8 to 18. His shady financier Sol (Carbone)
demands an instant return on his investment, however, and if the Wheels don’t win the big climactic $20,000 freestyle
contest, Manny may be walking around on broken legs. Not really a whole lot happens, but this little picture is likable
and energetic and worth a spin. Many of the actors are real skateboarding experts. Also with Leif Garrett, Gordon
Jump and Orson Bean as himself. Chad McQueen is reportedly one of the skateboarders. LAW & ORDER guru Dick
Wolf was a producer, and Mark Snow composed the score.
SKELETON COAST (1987)—Directed by John “Bud”
Cardos. Stars Ernest Borgnine, Daniel Greene, Robert Vaughn. An all-star cast of Hollywood has-beens went all
the way to South Africa to headline this action-filled ripoff of UNCOMMON VALOR. When his CIA agent son is kidnapped
in Angola by a sadistic German major (Vaughn, who barely bothers to use an accent), retired colonel Borgnine recruits an army
of mercenaries to cross the desert and rescue him from an old fortress. Oily Vaughn, who played a similar character
in another South African-lensed potboiler, Cannon’s RIVER OF DEATH, probably only worked a few days, as did name stars
Herbert Lom (as Borgnine’s contact) and Oliver Reed (in a puzzling part that feels tacked on just to add some marquee
value). Borgnine spares no cliché in assembling a squad, picking a hunk, a sexy blonde, a South African knife expert,
a tanned old British dude, a large black guy and a Japanese ninja. Lots of stuff blows up, and this Harry Alan Towers
production is pretty painless all around. Borgnine appears in almost every scene, and he wasn’t getting many lead
roles at this point in his career. Also with Daniel Greene, Peter Kwong, Arnold Vosloo, Nancy Mulford and Leon Isaac
Kennedy. The screenplay is credited to Nadia Calliou, whose husband Alan wrote Cardos’ KINGDOM OF THE SPIDERS.
SKI LIFT TO DEATH (1978)—Directed by William
Wiard. Stars Charles Frank, Deborah Raffin, Clu Gulager, Don Johnson. SKI LIFT TO DEATH is not just a silly title.
It also makes a promise that the damn movie ultimately doesn't keep. For one thing, it takes almost an hour for this 1978
made-for-TV movie to show us a ski lift. And when our cast of hazily sketched characters finally climbs into it, it doesn't
take us to Death or even anywhere near it. It takes us to a crummy blue screen and a suspenseless climax, but, nope, no Death.
In fact, the movie's entire body count is a whopping zero.
Available on DVD as SNOWBLIND on a rotten print that's taken from
a grimy VHS tape and missing the original opening titles, SKI LIFT TO DEATH is one of a zillion TV-movies that capitalized
on the disaster-movie fad of the mid-1970s. It follows the same basic format: spend the first half or so introducing us to
several disparate characters, plop them into soap-opera machinations, then bring them together in a potentially disastrous
scenario where they'll have to work together to survive. It worked in THE TOWERING INFERNO and THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE. It
doesn't work here.
Deborah Raffin (DEATH WISH 3) leads the way as a world-champion
skier who returns to her hometown lodge for a competition. She reunites with her old boyfriend, Charles Frank (YOUNG MAVERICK),
a former champion skier who retired young to work the ski patrol back home. Others in the cast include Don Johnson (!) as
a cowboy who shacks up with a 17-year-old hottie who wins the local "T-shirt dance" contest (network TV's tame version of
a wet T-shirt contest); IRONSIDE's Don Galloway as a network sportscaster with the hots for local reporter Veronica Hamel
(later on HILL STREET BLUES); the great character actor Clu Gulager (THE LAST PICTURE SHOW) as Raffin's new manager; Howard
Duff as a swindler deciding whether or not to testify against the mob and Gail Strickland as his wife, who secretly works
for the mob and arranges a hit against him; Pierre Jalbert (COMBAT) as the French hitman; and real-life gold medalist Suzy
"Chapstick" Chaffee as a, er, champion skier.
After tons of subplotting, most of the cast finally gets on the
titular ski lift, which gets blown about and stranded high above the mountain. It happens so late in the film that the denouement
flies right by with barely anyone receiving so much as a scratch. It's comforting knowing that surviving a ski lift headed
to Death is easier than you might expect, but it's not very good entertainment. Frankly, I expected much more from writer
Laurence Heath, who served as MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE's story editor and producer for several seasons and was responsible for
penning many of that series' best episodes. Director William Wiard directed tons of TV episodes, particularly for THE ROCKFORD
FILES, and brings little to this table, though it undoubtedly would have helped if a better star than Charles Frank had headed
the cast.
SKIDOO (1968)--Directed by Otto Preminger.
Stars Jackie Gleason, Carol Channing, Groucho Marx, John Philip Law, Frankie Avalon, Cesar Romero, Alexandra Hay, Mickey Rooney,
Austin Pendleton. Holy crap. Everything you've heard about this notoriously awful big-budget all-star Paramount
counterculture comedy is true. Long reviled as one of the worst and most wrongheaded movies ever made, SKIDOO remains
somewhat watchable in a train-wreck sort of way--but only once. I don't think my retinas could take a return trip.
52-year-old Gleason stars in his allegedly hip youth comedy as Tony
Banks, a former Mob assassin who retired from the organization seventeen years earlier when his daughter Darlene (Hay) was
born to his wife Flo (the forever unappealing, unattractive and untalented Channing). The same evening the conservative
Tony meets his daughter's new boyfriend, hippie Stash (Law), his old business acquaintance Hechy (Romero) drops by with his
son Angie (Avalon) with a proposition. Gangster "Blue Chips" Packard (Rooney) plans to testify against the head of the
Syndicate, the mysterious germ-hating God (Marx), who orders Tony to infiltrate the prison where Packard is incarcerated and
"kiss" him.
Writer Doran William Cannon cares so little about the plot, however,
that he fails to really wrap it up at the end. Instead of a linear story, SKIDOO consists of a series of increasingly
absurd comic scenes that are unlike any other you've ever seen. Not that this makes them funny or entertaining, mind
you, just jawdroppingly wild. For instance, Gleason's LSD trip, in which he lies on his prison bunk hallucinating Groucho's
head rotating on a flying screw (!) and his cellmates shrunken to the size of a mouse and surrounded by a glowing pink pyramid.
Or Groucho himself puffing on a joint. Or Channing's excruciatingly tasteless striptease (she was 47 at the time).
Or Preminger's wildly inaccurate view of the hippie lifestyle. Handed an M rating by the MPAA, probably for its drug
use and mild swearing, SKIDOO, like MYRA BRECKINRIDGE and HEAVEN'S GATE, lives up--or is that down--to its reputation by throwing
so many sight gags and over-the-hill guest stars at the screen that, mathematically, some have to work. None do.
Two things I did like were Pendleton in his film debut as a draft-dodging electronics whiz and the clever closing credits,
which are sung by composer Harry Nilsson. If you're still jonesing for cameos, keep an eye out for the obviously British
Peter Lawford as an American senator, Burgess Meredith, George Raft, Frank Gorshin, Fred Clark, Richard Kiel, Slim Pickens,
Robert Donner, Michael Constantine, Arnold Stang, Roman Gabriel and model Luna.
SKIN GAME (1971)--Directed by Paul Bogart.
Stars James Garner, Lou Gossett, Susan Clark, Brenda Sykes, Andrew Duggan. I'll say one thing about the makers of SKIN GAME,
especially director Bogart, writers Richard Alan Simmons (COLUMBO) and Peter Stone (CHARADE) and star James Garner (whose
Cherokee Productions made it)--they, to quote Dabney Coleman in DRAGNET, "got balls the size of church bells". It's a sure
bet this movie would never get financed by a Hollywood studio today. That's right--it's a lighthearted comedy about slavery!
Despite the PG rating it earned from the MPAA in 1971, Turner Classic Movies aired it with a TV-14 for "racially sensitive
material". That seems a bit harsh to me, for, despite its surprisingly candid look at slavery, it seems such an adult rating
might cause viewers to shy away from a film that makes genuine points between the laughs.
In the pre-Civil War West,
white Quincy (Garner) and black Jason (Gossett) are fast-talking conmen and friends who travel from small town to small town,
working their perennial scam. Pretending to be a slave owner hard up for cash and his "yassuh, nossuh" property, Quincy pops
into the local saloon or slave auction to sell Jason for a few hundred bucks, later to rescue him and split the dough. The
two have quite a bankroll squirreled away in a Chicago bank, and Jason, whose role in the play is obviously more dangerous,
is ready to retire. Quincy convinces his pal to do one last touch, an auction which could fetch up to $2000. Complications
arise in the form of two women: Ginger (Clark), another con artist wise to Quincy and Jasons masquerade, and Naomi (Sykes),
a beautiful slave girl who Jason wants Quincy to buy for him. The plot's more serious undertones kick in when Jason, who was
born in New Jersey and has always been free, is actually forced into slavery on the plantation of the cruel Calloway (Duggan),
leading to Quincy's months-long search for his friend.
I thought SKIN GAME was marvelous, featuring fun performances
by Garner and Gossett, who share a genuine warmth and chemistry on screen (Gossett later guested on Garner's ROCKFORD FILES
series a couple of times), which makes the potentially incendiary plot easier to take. Both actors are given chances to shine
on their own, and Gossett especially makes the most of them, able to use his natural charisma and intelligence to put his
character on the same level as Garner's. Not to say that SKIN GAME is watered down; there's a real edge to the racial humor.
The N-word pops up almost as often as a Quentin Tarantino script, and, while I found it a bit unnerving, I have the feeling
it was Bogart's intention. This is not HOGAN'S HEROES (a show I personally have no problem with) with bumbling slave owners--these
are cruel, callous, arrogant men--but SKIN GAME finds just the right balance between social commentary and MAVERICK-style
humor. It's no less thought-provoking than a Spike Lee film, but slicker and more entertaining than most.
Also with
Ed Asner, Henry Jones, Neva Patterson, Parley Baer, Royal Dano, Juanita Moore, Dort Clark, George Wallace and Burt Mustin.
Music by David Shire. Longtime Garner associate Meta Rosenberg served as executive producer, while Bogart had previously worked
with the star in MARLOWE. Gossett returned as Jason three years later in the made-for-TV remake SIDEKICKS, with Larry Hagman
replacing Garner.
THE SKULL (1965)--Directed by Freddie Francis. Stars Peter Cushing, Christopher
Lee, Patrick Wymark, Jill Bennett. This Amicus production based on Robert Bloch's 1946 short story "The Skull of Marquis de
Sade" features a typically classy Cushing performance and excellent Francis direction. Cushing plays a collector of black
magic artifacts who is offered a chance to buy the cranium of the notorious mad Frenchman from fellow collector Wymark. Cushing
does so, despite advice to the contrary by friend Lee, who also owned the skull at one time, but was glad when it was stolen
because of its evil powers of possession. Milton Subotsky's script is short on dialogue, but Francis has filled in the holes
with plenty of moody photography, camera tricks (including POV shots through the skull's eyes) and special effects. Scenes
of Cushing being menaced by a floating skull are pretty creepy. Excellent cast includes Michael Gough, George Coulouris, Patrick
Magee and Nigel Green.
SKY CAPTAIN AND THE WORLD OF TOMORROW (2004)--Directed
by Kerry Conran. Stars Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, Angelina Jolie, Giovanni Ribisi. More remarkable for how it
came to be than for what it actually is, SKY CAPTAIN is a $70 million movie made almost exclusively on a Mac computer.
Nearly all of the sets, visuals and special effects were manufactured digitally, while the performers did all of their acting
in front of green screens, allowing first-time writer/director Conran to add their surroundings later. An homage to
'40s pulps and comic books, SKY CAPTAIN suffers from thin writing and lifeless stars unable to take advantage of Conran's
technical advantages. Worst of all, the ugly cinematography is gauzy and forever brown in its attempt to smooth over
the difference between the live action and the computer effects. Sky Captain (Law, an associate producer who was instrumental
in getting Paramount to bankroll the production) is called in when giant flying robots attack a major American city.
Simultaneously, hotshot reporter Polly Perkins (Paltrow) is investigating the disappearance of several prominent scientists.
When Sky's sidekick Dex (Ribisi) is the next to vanish, the former lovers team up to banter their way to Nepal, where a long-lost
scientist named Totenkopf is planning a destructive new future for planet Earth. Paltrow looks the part, but has no
romantic chemistry with Law or a sense of humor. Of the main cast members, only Ribisi and Jolie, as an eye-patched
ally of Sky Captain's, appear comfortable in period costuming and in this type of retro adventure. Edward Shearmur attempts
to capture the excitement of RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK in his Williams-esque score, but Conran's screenplay is just too full
of homages and too empty of excitement and original ideas. Bai Ling is wasted as a lethal Asian assassin, and Sir Laurence
Olivier, of all people, is dragged from the grave to appear via computer technology as Totenkopf.
SKY HIGH (2005)--Directed by Mike Mitchell.
Stars Kurt Russell, Kelly Preston, Michael Angarano, Danielle Panabaker, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Bruce Campbell. Who
would have expected this charming, relatively low-budget ($35 million, according to the Internet Movie Database) Disney movie
to be one of the best superhero adventures ever made? Considering it was directed by Mike Mitchell, whose work includes
the stinkeroos DEUCE BIGALOW: MALE GIGOLO and SURVIVING CHRISTMAS, I doubt anybody did. Partnered with screenwriters
with extensive Disney credentials, including the animated KIM POSSIBLE superhero series on the Disney Channel, Mitchell has
crafted an amusing and exciting family movie that effectively mixes its heroics with more down-to-earth subjects befitting
its teen characters.
14-year-old Will Stronghold (Angarano) is attending his first day
at Sky High, the same high school his parents attended. It’s a lot to live up to, considering A) it’s a
special high school for kids with superpowers, B) Will’s parents are The Commander (Russell) and Jetstream (Preston),
the world’s greatest superheroes, and C) Will, unlike his peers and unbeknownst to his folks, has no inherited powers
of his own. Even his best pal Layla (Panabaker) has the ability to control plant life. At school, Will’s
lack of superpowers relegates him to “sidekick” status, along with the girl who can transform herself into a guinea
pig and the boy who can glow in the dark.
But what’s this? Turns out that Will is just a late bloomer,
his latent super-strength bursting to the surface during a cafeteria brawl with a bully. Suddenly, Gwen (Winstead),
the beautiful student body president, becomes interested in him, inviting Will to join the rest of the “heroes”
and leave his sidekick friends in the dust. Meanwhile, one of his parents’ archenemies is surreptitiously spying
on Will’s family in their “secret sanctum”, which doesn’t bode well for the Strongholds’ appearance
at the upcoming Homecoming dance.
I loved everything about this movie, starting with the casting and
including its judicious use of visual effects that serve the story and its characters, rather than the other way around.
Even though the adult performers play second fiddle to the kids, all are a joy to watch. Few actors would be able to
make the vainglorious Commander a likable character, but Russell, the most self-effacing of Hollywood movie stars, is wonderfully
straight and confident, meshing well with the ageless Preston as his wife and crime-fighting partner. Campbell gets
big laughs as the arrogant gym teacher (“Is that your power? Buttkissery?”); Hollywood’s failure to
find a use for his comic talent borders on criminal.
SKY HIGH is one of Disney’s most accomplished live-action features
in some time, a fantasy that both kids and their parents can enjoy together. Mitchell and his writers have a firm grasp
on the way superhero comic books used to be--fast, colorful fun--rather than the dark, violent dirges that have inspired downbeat
pictures like DAREDEVIL and the X-MEN franchise. The director also gets the utmost from his special effects budget,
staging cute scenes of a flying school bus and major superhero battles with equal panache. Nobody is seriously injured,
the bad guys get their just desserts, and everyone lives happily ever after. Who says comic book movies have to be all
doom and gloom? Former Wonder Woman Lynda Carter, Dave Foley, Kevin McDonald, Cloris Leachman and Broken Lizard’s
Kevin Heffernan prop up the adult cast, while the winning juvenile co-stars include Kelly Vitz, Dee Jay Daniels and Stephen
Strait. Michael Giacchino (THE INCREDIBLES) provides the score.
SKY MURDER (1940)--Directed by George B.
Seitz. Stars Walter Pidgeon, Donald Meek, Joyce Compton, Edward Ashley. 43-year-old Pidgeon is handsome and debonair
in his third go-round as ace detective Nick Carter, who's invited to Washington, D.C. by his wealthy friend Courtland Grand
(Ashley) at the behest of a senator, who wants Carter to ferret out a ring of Fifth Columnists. At first, Carter refuses,
being more interested in the beautiful models staying at Grand's mansion, but when a murder is committed aboard Carter's flight
home aboard his pal's private plane, it looks as though he may be getting more closely involved than he had anticipated.
Meek provides distracting, though obligatory-for-the-era, comic relief as Carter's sidekick Beeswax. Also with Tom Conway,
Chill Wills, Tom Neal and Milton Parsons. Follows NICK CARTER, MASTER DETECTIVE and PHANTOM RAIDERS. Pidgeon played
Bulldog Drummond in a film a decade later.
SKYJACKED (1972)--Directed by John Guillermin.
Stars Charlton Heston, Walter Pidgeon, James Brolin, Rosey Grier. Heston (who would later appear in AIRPORT 1975) is the square-jawed
pilot of a passenger plane menaced by a psycho Nam vet bomber (TV nice guy Brolin!) in this MGM disaster flick. The usual
soap opera antics, action clichés and glimpses of familiar supporting actors ensue. Cast includes Mariette Hartley, Claude
Akins, Mike Henry, Yvette Mimieux, Jeanne Crain, John Hillerman, Leslie Uggams, Ken Swofford, Nicholas Hammond and Susan Dey.
Also known as SKY TERROR.
SKYSCRAPER (1995)--Directed by Raymond Martino.
Stars Anna Nicole Smith, Charles Huber, Richard Steinmetz. Former Playmate of the Year and future laughing stock Smith is
perhaps the worst actress ever to topline a Hollywood production. I'm not sure what words to use in describing her turn as
helicopter pilot Carrie Wisk in this PM action movie. "Wretched", "amateurish", "appalling" and "wooden" all are technically
accurate, but still aren't strong enough to describe just how bad she is. It's impossible to work up any sympathy for the
character she plays, because there is no character, either in John Larrabee and William Applegate Jr.'s formulaic screenplay
or in what Anna brings to the screen. She brings nothing besides a set of gigantic breasts, which are frequently freed on
camera, motivation be damned. She might be reading cue cards--her stilted delivery certainly indicates that she is...and she's
not a very good reader either. I swear I even caught her looking at the camera one time.
The story is DIE HARD in a Los Angeles office building. As opposed
to a Century City office building, you see. Terrorists led by South African maniac Huber (receiving both an "Introducing"
and an associate producer credit, as does Smith) invade the titular structure in search of...something or other. It might
as well be a MacGuffin, for all the use it plays in the plot. Anyway, Huber's goons take the building hostage, Smith finds
herself in possession of what they're looking for, and everybody chases everybody else around, stopping momentarily to shoot
a lot of bullets or kick somebody off a roof or through a windowpane. Cole McKay (THE UNDERGROUND) coordinates some mighty
impressive stunts--typical for a PM picture of this vintage--but casting Anna Nicole was a gigantic mistake that director
Martino can't shake. As Martino also directed her in just about every movie she ever did (thankfully few), I imagine he can
accept most of the blame (his direction is very sloppy too--check out all the squibs that explode, even though no bullets
are being fired). She performs quite nicely in the surprisingly graphic sex scenes (including one hilariously out-of-place
flashback), but as soon as she opens her mouth, her lack of any discernible talent outside of her 39D's tumbles SKYSCRAPER
to the ground. And don't even get me started on her fighting technique, which rivals Rudy Ray Moore's for sheer lunacy. Jonathan
Fuller delivers another wretched performance (and French accent), with Lee de Broux, Calvin Levels, Deirdre Imershein, Eugene
Robert Glazer, Floyd Levin and Gary Imhoff as a comic-relief security guard. Music by Jim Halfpenny.
SLACKER (1991)--Directed by Richard Linklater.
Completely unstructured and sometimes tedious debut feature by Austin filmmaker Linklater follows various people around during
a 24-hour period--killers, students, drunks, conspiracy theorists, weirdos, cab drivers. When one stops talking, Linklater's
camera finds someone else and follows them around for awhile. Some of it is interesting, but some of it goes on way too long.
My favorite guy was the one following people around on the street talking in a friendly, matter-of-fact way about the alien
invasions underway. Reportedly made for $23,000, and shot in 16mm. Linklater followed this with the excellent DAZED AND CONFUSED.
THE SLAMS (1973)—Directed by Jonathan
Kaplan. Stars Jim Brown, Judy Pace, Frank de Kova, Ted Cassidy. NFL Hall of Famer Brown starred in two consecutive prison
pictures for producer Gene Corman in 1973: I ESCAPED FROM DEVIL’S ISLAND with Christopher George and this crisp actioner
directed by 25-year-old Kaplan, who was coming off two money-making sexploitation movies for Gene’s brother Roger at
New World Pictures. Curtis Hook (Brown) rips off $1.5 million in drug money from the Mafia and stashes the loot on an abandoned
boardwalk. He’s arrested and sent to “The Slams,” but engineers a frantic escape plan when he learns the
boardwalk is due for demolition. Violent, lean B-picture doesn’t waste time with subplots or backstories and concentrates
on delivering tough goods for action fans. With Roland “Bob” Harris, Robert Phillips, Quinn Redeker, John Lupton,
Herbert Jefferson Jr., Charles Cyphers, Carmen Argenziano, Jan Merlin, and Dick Miller.
SLAP SHOT (1977)--Directed by George Roy Hill.
Stars Paul Newman, Michael Ontkean, Strother Martin, Lindsay Crouse. Rowdy, foul-mouthed comedy about a rotten minor-league
hockey team that becomes a winner when it adopts a dirty style of play is one of the best sports-oriented movies ever made.
The Charlestown (NY) Chiefs, led by burned-out player/coach Newman, are on the verge of being folded. Attendance is low, morale
even lower, and even penny-pinching general manager Martin is shopping around for a new job. Newman concocts a scheme to save
the team by convincing his players to abandon its old-time style ("Like Eddie Shore!") in favor of a show-bizzy swatfest approach
(eerily prescient of today's pro wrestling).
Was controversial at the time of its initial release because of the vulgar
locker-room language; ironically, the film was scripted by a woman, Nancy Dowd, whose brother was a professional hockey player.
Bawdy humor isn't for all tastes, but it is very funny and violent. The Hanson brothers, three near-sighted goons hired for
their ability to wreak physical havoc upon opposing players (and officials...and fans), practically steal the show. Ontkean
(TWIN PEAKS) has a nice role as a sensitive player who eschews Newman's raucous approach, while Crouse is fine as his lonely
wife. Also with Jennifer Warren, Jerry Houser, M. Emmet Walsh, Brad Sullivan, Yvon Barrette, Stephen Mendillo, Brad Sullivan,
Melinda Dillon, Kathryn Walker, Swoozie Kurtz, Paul Dooley, Andrew Duncan and Jeff Carlson, Steve Carlson and David Hanson
as the Hanson brothers. From the director of THE STING.
SLASHER (2004)—Directed by John Landis.
Landis is no longer on Hollywood’s A list, but there’s no denying he’s transformed himself into an interesting
director of documentaries. His MR. WARMTH: THE DON RICKLES STORY is a delightful profile of the veteran funnyman, and SLASHER
is his humorous expose of used car dealers. Michael Bennett is something of a hired gun—like a mercenary among car salesmen.
Dealers who need to get rid of a lot of inventory very quickly call Bennett and his associates to swoop in for a weekend and
use their fast talking and dubious integrity to bamboozle suckers looking for a great deal. Bennett is like Michael Keaton
with Nick Nolte’s voice, leaping and jumping around like a madman, selling not very luxurious autos to people who can’t
afford them. He’s self-loathing, very obnoxious, he drinks too much, and it’s not terribly surprising when he
ultimately sells fewer cars than he boasts he’s going to. SLASHER surprisingly doesn’t shy away from the shadier
side of selling cars, admitting that the dealership jacks up the prices before lowering them on sale day. For that matter,
the potential customers, many of whom aren’t terribly educated (SLASHER is set in Memphis), don’t appear fooled
at all. They expect to get ripped off, and the salesmen (all of them are men) act exactly as expected, like Kurt Russell in
USED CARS. SLASHER isn’t a deep movie, but it sure is an entertaining one.
SLAUGHTER (1972)--Directed by Jack Starrett.
Stars Jim Brown, Stella Stevens, Rip Torn, Don Gordon, Cameron Mitchell. Hard-hitting blaxploitation from American-International
Pictures stars former Cleveland Brown running back Brown as former Green Beret Slaughter. He tracks down his parents' killers,
then heads to Mexico to dispatch bigoted mobster Torn. Lots of shootouts, chases, explosions and flying fists, and an excellent
nude scene by Stevens. Brown made his film debut in 1964's RIO CONCHOS, but this was his first solo starring assignment. Filmed
in Mexico City. Mitchell has only two scenes. Also with Marlene Clark and Robert Phillips. From the director of RACE WITH
THE DEVIL. Theme written and performed by Billy Preston. SLAUGHTER'S BIG RIP-OFF was the sequel.
SLAUGHTER
HIGH (1987)--Directed by George Dugdale, Mark Ezra & Peter Litten. Stars Caroline Munro, Simon Scuddamore, Sally
Cross, Kelly Baker. Wimpy high-school student Scuddamore is accidentally scarred in a prank pulled by cruel classmates. When
his class reunites at their old, now abandoned, school ten years later, Scuddamore kills them off one by one. One woman takes
a bath and is burnt to a crisp when Scuddamore substitutes acid for water! Typically dumb slasher film starring British cult
actress Munro. Music by Harry Manfredini. Claimed to be "From the Makers of FRIDAY THE 13TH", but that was bogus (although
Manfredini did score both).
SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS (1993)--Directed by James Glickenhaus. Stars
Scott Glenn, Jesse Cameron-Glickenhaus, Darlanne Fluegel. Pretty good police procedural that bypassed theaters and went straight
to HBO. Glenn is an FBI agent with a highly intelligent young son (played by the director's son) who investigates a psychotic
religious freak who is kidnapping and molesting little kids. He stores their remains in his Utah cave hideout, which contains
an ark! Pretty grim stuff, with a good performance by Glenn. Cameron-Glickenhaus is not obnoxious the way many kid actors
are, which is good since he gets a lot of screen time. Also with Zake Moakes, Zitto Kazann and Sheila Tousey. Filmed in Cleveland
and Utah.
SLAUGHTER'S BIG RIP-OFF (1973)--Directed by
Gordon Douglas. Stars Jim Brown, Ed McMahon, Don Stroud, Brock Peters. Big Jim returns to AIP as ex-Green Beret
and fulltime badass Slaughter, the target of revenge by the mobsters he wiped out in the original film. This time, Slaughter
is just as pissed as they are after they interrupt a sedate picnic with a machine gun-firing biplane. Local cop Reynolds
(Peters) warns Slaughter to get out of town, but this would be a helluva short movie if he did, so he packs plenty of ammo
in his customized automatic weapons case and hunts the bad guys one by one. On the side--and to stay out of the slammer--Slaughter
agrees to steal a list of policemen on the take from the safe of the Mob's Number One Dude, Duncan, played by none other than
TONIGHT SHOW sidekick Ed McMahon! Even creepier than the sight of McMahon in Elton John sunglasses, polyester shirts
adorned with Mickey Mouse and long hair are scenes of Ed making out with much younger women (and one in which we listen to
him having sex...Ewwwwww!). Opposing Slaughter is Duncan's cocky assassin Kirk (Stroud), who, just like in SPECTRE,
attained his top position by strangling his predecessor with an inner tube.
It's a Jim Brown movie, so you know what you're in for--Jim acting
all cool, mouthing tons of macho dialogue ("Stay cool, baby. You'll get yours," to one of the many chicks begging to
be sexed up by Slaughter) and beating the crap out of just about everyone. Under the fast-paced direction of old-timer
Douglas (who was almost 70 at the time), SLAUGHTER'S BIG RIP-OFF is everything but for anyone looking for two-fisted blaxploitation
thrills. It isn't quite as good as the original SLAUGHTER, which had a grittier director, Jack Starrett, and an even
better supporting cast (Stella Stevens, Rip Torn, Don Gordon, Bruce Glover), but I doubt you'll complain. Also with
Gloria Hendry (just about every woman in the cast does a nude scene), Judy Brown, Dick Anthony Williams, Art Metrano, Hoke
Howell, George Gaynes, Valda Hansen, Scatman Crothers and an unbilled Adam Roarke. James Brown provided the music, which
was missing from the videocassette release, but has been restored for MGM Home Video's DVD. Writer Charles Johnson also
penned several Fred Williamson movies. From the director of ROBIN AND THE SEVEN HOODS.
SLAVE GIRLS FROM BEYOND INFINITY (1987)--Directed
by Ken Dixon. Stars Elizabeth Kaitan, Cindy Beal, Don Scribner, Brinke Stevens. How any filmmaker could make a
dull film from this concept is beyond me: three hot and frequently naked women are the targets in a low-budget ripoff
of THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME. You would think all you would have to do to make this movie entertaining is to peel off
the girls' clothes and set them loose in the jungle. But, noooooo. Dixon manages to bore the pants off his audience
(if they weren't off already at the thought of a nude Elizabeth Kaitan, but that might be too much information...).
A pair of space sluts with big '80s hairdos, played by scream queen
Kaitan and Beal, escape from a prison ship in a stolen spaceship and crash it on a nearby planet where macho Zed (Scribner)
appears to be the only inhabitant. Along with sexy Shela (Stevens), the girls are set free amid Zed's private jungle,
where he stalks them with a laser-firing crossbow. Unfortunately, writer/producer/director Dixon has saddled his performers
with tons and tons of very awkward dialogue, made worse by the fact that none of them can act. This cast isn't even
at the same level as an Empire or New World film from the same era. While all three female leads pop their tops at least
once (and Brinke especially has a very fine body), Dixon seems more interested in their monologues than their mammaries, which
makes for a very boring film. Believe me, not even these women, dressed as they are in bikinis for the whole 80-minute
running time, are worth the effort it'll take to stay awake.
SLAVE OF THE CANNIBAL GOD (1977)--Directed
by Sergio Martino. Stars Stacy Keach, Ursula Andress, Helmut Berger. Awful Italian jungle adventure set in New Guinea. Adventurer
Keach and sexy Andress go off into the jungle to find her missing husband. They find him dead and serving as the cannibal
natives' god. Two scenes to look for: the most unconvincing decapitation scene of all-time, and Ursula naked and painted white
by the natives.
SLEDGE HAMMER!: SEASON ONE (1986-1987). Stars
David Rasche, Anne-Marie Martin, Harrison Page. Television comedy was looking pretty grim during the mid-1980s.
Sure, there were CHEERS and THE COSBY SHOW, but for every gold nugget in the sitcom pan, there were four or five rotten chunks
of pyrite--tripe like WHO'S THE BOSS?, MR. BELVEDERE, WEBSTER and LIFE WITH LUCY. Not surprisingly, those shows were
all on ABC, which was the last-place network during the 1986-87 season. Perhaps desperation is what led the network
to try something unusual and against the grain as far as situation comedies are concerned, which are usually shot using three
cameras in a living room and feature loving family members hurling banal sex jokes at one another. To say SLEDGE HAMMER!
was a step apart from typical network fare is to understate enormously its place in TV history.
SLEDGE HAMMER! was created by a young comedy writer named Alan Spencer,
who had bounced around the entertainment industry since his teens, befriending legends like Marty Feldman (YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN)
and Andy Kaufman (TAXI) and writing gags for game shows and sitcoms. It was a spoof of TV cop shows and Clint Eastwood
movies that was reminiscent of Mel Brooks movies and the acclaimed Leslie Nielsen series POLICE SQUAD! (note the use of the
exclamation point in both titles), a six-episodes-and-outta-there ABC show that eventually spun off three profitable big-screen
sequels. The show SLEDGE HAMMER! was most frequently compared to, however, was GET SMART! (there's that punctuation
again...), which starred Don Adams as a bumbling secret agent who was partnered with a smart and sexy female partner (Agent
99, portrayed by the sleek Barbara Feldon). The major difference between the two shows was SLEDGE's title character,
who may have been a menace who exasperated his partner and his boss, but he was not incompetent. Just a tad, um, unorthodox
in his approach to law enforcement.
Sledge Hammer (Rasche) is an insolent, misogynist, impatient and
violent big-city police detective who believes the only method of fighting crime is with as much firepower as possible.
There's no problem that can't be solved with his trusty .44 Magnum, the only object Sledge feels comfortable with. Heck,
he even talks to it and sleeps with it, right next to him on a shiny satin pillow. The ying to Hammer's yang is the
delectable Dori Doreau (Martin), his sweet crime-solving partner who prefers to talk her way out of a tense situation, but
can still provide a mean karate kick if forced to. Their boss is the apoplectic Captain Trunk (Page), who spends most
of his time devising plans to remove Hammer from his precinct--imprisonment or death being reasonable methods!
Part of SLEDGE HAMMER!'s brilliance was Spencer's insistence upon
keeping some semblance of verisimilitude in each episode, providing Hammer and Doreau with plots that could have been taken
straight out of HUNTER, complete with gun battles and dead bodies that gave advertisers and network executives who weren't
used to seeing exploding buildings on THE FACTS OF LIFE something of a start. Having a structured storyline allowed
the writers and performers more freedom to think outside the box during the production process, giving the viewers something
familiar they could hold onto while laughing at the puns, slapstick, inside jokes and takeoffs of popular films like WITNESS
and DOG DAY AFTERNOON. Led by Mike Reiss and Al Jean, who later wrote for THE SIMPSONS, SLEDGE HAMMER! offered scripts
that remain to this day ahead of their time, presenting a blockheaded fascist as the hero and steering him through a series
of catchphrase parodies ("Trust me, I know what I'm doing."), sight gags and topical references that forced the audience to
pay attention to what they were watching. SLEDGE HAMMER! is not to be watched while folding laundry or balancing the
checkbook.
The responsibility for keeping Sledge likable fell upon David Rasche,
a Second City graduate and soap opera veteran who latched onto the role like Hammer grasping his gun. Handsome in a
cartoony way and adept at the physical aspects of the role, whether performing incognito as an Elvis impersonator, wrestling
with a bowling ball or engaging in macho stunts like brawls and chases, Rasche, who was Spencer's first and only choice, plays
Sledge with daring confidence, oozing lunkheaded bravado. Martin, who was billed as Eddie Benton earlier in her career
in films like THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME, is a perfect foil for Rasche's mock intensity, playing Doreau as softly or as forcefully
as the teleplays dictated and, like Barbara Feldon on GET SMART!, reassuring the audience that, despite his obvious problems,
Sledge must be an okay guy if Dori likes him. Page was in many ways the show's secret weapon, brandishing his voice
like a hot iron, garnering many laughs with a tongue-lashing of Sledge or just a slow burn.
SLEDGE HAMMER! was directed by a combination of young filmmakers
getting their start, like the Emmy-winning Thomas Schlamme (THE WEST WING), and veterans like Martha Coolidge (VALLEY GIRL),
who directed the pilot episode that convinced ABC to buy the series, Bruce Bilson, who worked on GET SMART!, and Jackie Cooper,
a Spencer favorite who helmed many of the first season's best shows, including the anything-goes season finale, which provided
television history with one of its all-time most audacious cliffhangers (Spencer was convinced the low-rated series would
never be picked up for a second season, and was forced to scramble for a conclusion to kick off Season Two). Guest stars
during the first year include Tige Andrews (THE MOD SQUAD), Mary Woronov (EATING RAOUL), Ronnie Schell (GOMER PYLE, USMC),
Don Stark (THAT '70s SHOW), Mark Blankfield (FRIDAYS), Martine Beswick (FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE), Peter Marshall (HOLLYWOOD
SQUARES), Anthony James (IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT), Brenda Strong (SEINFELD) and Brion James (TANGO & CASH).
Anchor Bay Entertainment has done a marvelous job presenting all
22 first-season episodes on DVD in a four-disc set, accompanied by a bevy of explosive extras. Chief among them are
audio commentaries by Spencer on four shows, on which the gabber relates interesting tales of casting, locations, script notes,
battles with network censors and anything else he can fit in during the 24-minute running time. The only thing that
can shut Spencer up is an earthquake, which actually occurred while Spencer was recording the commentary for the Season One
finale and is very audible on the soundtrack. Hearing the quake is especially eerie, considering what's playing in the
episode at the same time. It's certainly one of the most unusual yak tracks I've ever heard!
Other extras include SLEDGE HAMMER: GO AHEAD, MAKE ME LAUGH!, a
half-hour featurette on the series that offers new on-camera interviews with Spencer, Rasche, Martin (who looks lovely) and
Page. Much of the information is repeated on Spencer's commentaries, but it's still worth a look. Disc 4 also
features the unaired pilot, which had to be shorn of a few minutes to fit into a half-hour timeslot and guest-stars cop-show
favorite John Vernon (DIRTY HARRY), several on-air promos, the electronic press kit that offers interview clips of Rasche
and Spencer, a still gallery, a bumper that lasts about eight seconds and is fun for completist's sake and even more.
Kudos to the packaging, which is shaped like a small book with each disc firmly contained on individual plastic "pages" and
accompanied by cute liner notes in the form of a manila folder and policeman's notebook. ABE has also kindly removed
the obtrusive laugh track from the episodes, which were added to the original network run by ABC against Spencer's wishes.
If you're like me and you're bored with the coffeehouse shenanigans
that pass for TV situation comedy today, I recommend that you give SLEDGE HAMMER! a spin. Trust me. I know what
I'm doing.
SLEEPAWAY CAMP (1983)--Directed by Robert
Hiltzig. Stars Mike Kellin, Felissa Rose, Jonathan Tiersten, Christopher Collet, Karen Fields, Katherine Kamhi.
Although not overly explicit in the gore and nudity departments, this slasher flick with a cast of unknowns is one of the
kinkiest and most disturbing of the genre and contains by far the most memorable and shocking ending.
Eight years after her father and brother were killed in a boating
accident, 13-year-old Angela (Rose), now living with her aunt Martha, is sent with her older cousin Ricky (Tiersten) to Camp
Arawak, a summer camp run by the fashion-challenged Mel (Kellin, the only familiar face in the cast). "She's just shy"
is the excuse given by Ricky when the counselors and other campers start wondering why Angela just sits around all the time,
staring into thin air and refusing to speak a word to anyone. She has good reason not to, since Arawak is stocked with
some of the creepiest counselors and bitchiest campers on the East Coast, including budding sexpot Judy (Fields), who, when
she isn't putting Angela down, is putting the make on every boy in camp, and Angela's counselor Meg (Kamhi), who's basically
Judy at age 18. Virtually the only person besides Ricky who's nice to Angela is Ricky's pal Paul (Collet), who quickly
develops a crush on her and helps bring her out of her shell...but not too far. Meanwhile, several horrific deaths begin
to plague the camp. At first, they appear to be accidents, but by the time one camper is locked inside a toilet stall
with a nestful of buzzing bees, the word is out that there's a killer on the loose.
To say much more about SLEEPAWAY CAMP's story would be to give everything
away. Shooting at the actual camp where he spent many a summer himself, writer/executive producer/director Hiltzig manages
to create one of the slasher genre's strangest entries and a movie that certainly could not be attempted in today's "safe"
atmosphere. Most of the feeling of unease the film inflicts upon its audience is due to its very young cast. We're
used to seeing cheap horror movies where the kids curse, act like jerks, get naked and have sex, and are brutalized in a myriad
of creative ways, but they're usually 18-year-olds played by 24-year-old actors. Here, the victims are 14 and they look
14. Kids are punched, battered and murdered in some pretty crude ways (the "curling iron" scene may be the most infamous).
Not only is there a shockingly high quotient of violence inflicted upon children, but also they're highly sexualized.
Judy, for instance, is definitely the camp "hottie", always slutted up in a variety of tight shirts and bikinis, but in a
character (and actress) so young, her sexuality is more discomforting than titillating. Adding to the squirmy atmosphere
is a rampant homosexual context, ranging from dressing most of the actors in tight shorts and half-shirts to the kinky backgrounds
of some of the characters. While many slasher films use sex only to tease the audience with a flash of breast to signal
an impending murder, SLEEPAWAY CAMP is unusual in that sex is a motivator for everything that happens, right down to the disturbing
final image, which is probably the impetus for whatever cult this movie has (and it does have one, as www.sleepawaycampmovies.com will plainly show).
Do not infer that I'm making SLEEPAWAY CAMP out to be better than
it is. As far as contemporary horror films are concerned, it stands back a bit from such trendsetters as HALLOWEEN and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. However, it is both more ambitious and more disquieting in tone than most of its brethren, and
that, coupled with a climax you'll never forget (which is a cliché, but completely true in this case), makes SLEEPAWAY CAMP
one to seek out. None of the performances are anything great, although Tiersten is properly feisty, Rose manages to
score points with her big brown eyes, and Kellin uses his marvelously rubber features to good advantage. Ed French (BREEDERS)
provided the damp makeup effects, which included several gruesome prosthetics. Also with Paul DeAngelo, John Dunn, Robert
Earl Jones, Owen Hughes as a pedophile chef and Desiree Gould as Aunt Martha. Edward Bilous composed the effective score.
Two sequels were made without the participation of Hiltzik, who sold his rights to the series to producer Jerry Silva.
Both starred Pamela Springsteen (Bruce's sister), but Hiltzik and Rose have discussed a proposed RETURN TO SLEEPAWAY CAMP,
which would bring back Angela as an adult. SLEEPAWAY CAMP was released by United Film Distribution, which had a bit
of success with DAWN OF THE DEAD and KENTUCKY FRIED MOVIE. Kellin developed cancer shortly after completing shooting
and died before SLEEPAWAY CAMP, his final film, was released in the fall of 1983.
SLEEPAWAY CAMP 2: UNHAPPY CAMPERS (1988)—Directed
by Michael A. Simpson. Stars Pamela Springsteen, Renee Estevez, Brian Patrick Clarke, Walter Gotell. Played more
for laughs than the original SLEEPAWAY CAMP, this made-for-video sequel has little to do with it, outside of bringing back
its central character of Angela, played by a different actress (Bruce Springsteen’s sister). After the traumatic
events in the first movie, Angela returns to camp as a counselor to punish campers who misbehave and prevent others from having
a good time. Hefty helpings of humor and gore provide some entertainment value, though fans of the first film may be
disappointed. SLEEPAWAY CAMP is so memorable that repeating its excesses is a difficult task that Simpson can’t
perform. Another sequel was made back-to-back with this one.
SLEEPAWAY CAMP 3: TEENAGE WASTELAND (1989)—Directed
by Michael A. Simpson. Stars Pamela Springsteen, Michael J. Pollard, Tracy Griffith. One trip to the well too
many, as Simpson and writer Fritz Gordon used up all their best gags in the first sequel, which was shot back-to-back with
this one. Once again, disturbed Angela (Springsteen) knocks off campers and counselors in variously campy ways.
The real continuation of the SLEEPAWAY CAMP story occurred in 2008—25 years after the original film—when director
Robert Hiltzig and some cast members made RETURN TO SLEEPAWAY CAMP, which is sillier, more gruesome, and not any better than
Simpson’s “non-canon” sequels. Filmed in Georgia.
SLEEPERS WEST (1941)—Directed by Eugene Forde.
Stars Lloyd Nolan, Lynn Bari, Mary Beth Hughes. Nolan’s second turn as Brett Halliday’s literary detective
Michael Shayne is a remake of 1931’s SLEEPERS EAST and bears a strong resemblance to the later THE NARROW MARGIN.
Shayne boards a Denver-to-San-Francisco train with an incognito Helen Carlson (Hughes), who’s scheduled to testify in
the trial of a hood named Carruthers. The irony is that Carruthers is innocent and Carlson can prove it. However,
her testimony will also taint the reputation of a powerful man running for governor, who slips men onto the train to stop
her. Nolan and Bari as his old flame throw some sparks, but otherwise SLEEPERS WEST does a lot of running in place.
Forde’s pacing slacks and there’s nary a sense of danger, as Shayne appears to have everything under control at
all times, even when he’s staring down a gun barrel. Nolan is good in the role, though, and later Fox entries
would improve. Also with Mantan Moreland, Louis Jean Heydt, Ben Carter, James Flavin and Edward Brophy.
SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY (1991)--Directed by Joseph
Ruben. Stars Julia Roberts, Patrick Bergin, Kevin Anderson. This made money thanks to the presence of PRETTY WOMAN Julia Roberts,
but it's really just another psycho stalker story with drippy leads. Roberts, tired of being terrorized by violent hubby Bergin,
fakes her own death and moves to suburban Iowa, where she falls for her sensitive neighbor (Anderson). Unfortunately, Roberts
did such a poor job of changing her identity that Bergin tracks her down in no time, and starts knocking off everyone close
to her. Probably the only horror movie containing a completely irrelevant romantic musical montage sequence (Van Morrison's
"Brown Eyed Girl" is used). Music by Jerry Goldsmith. From the director of THE GOOD SON.
SLEEPY HOLLOW
(1999)--Directed by Tim Burton. Stars Johnny Depp, Christina Ricci, Miranda Richardson, Michael Gambon, Richard Griffiths,
Casper Van Dien, Christopher Lee, Ian McDiarmid, Jeffrey Jones, Michael Gough. Set at the dawn of a new millennium (sic) in
1799, Tim Burtons' sumptuous retelling of Washington Irving's classic short story is at heart an old-fashioned murder mystery
with a ghoulish twist. Obviously inspired by the Euro-shocker works of Mario Bava, Dario Argento and--especially--England's
Hammer Films, Burton's film differs from those pictures in one regard--his own cheeky sense of humor, which often threatens
to dilute the bone-chilling horror inherent to a well-told tale of a headless horseman who rides through the night adding
a few more craniums to his collection with a strong "whoosh" of his sword.
Depp delivers an amusing performance as
Ichabod Crane, who is no longer the scarecrow-thin schoolteacher of Irving's story, but rather a scientifically-minded New
York City police detective who is assigned by the stern burgomaster (Hammer legend Lee in a disappointingly brief cameo) to
investigate the recent decapitation murders in the quiet upstate village of Sleepy Hollow. There he meets his cast of suspects/victims:
richest man in town Baltus Van Tassel (Gambon); his second wife, the Lady Van Tassel (Richardson); his round-faced daughter
Katrina (Ricci); the local magistrate (Griffiths); the doctor (McDiarmid); the reverend (Jones); the blind old notary (Gough);
and young Brom Van Brunt (Van Dien), who fears Crane may be a rival for Katrina's hand.
SLEEPY HOLLOW boasts one of
the year's sharpest casts. Depp, reunited with his EDWARD SCISSORHANDS and ED WOOD director, is enormously likable and vulnerable
as Crane (he has said that he modeled his performance after Basil Rathbone and Roddy McDowall); his fop cop (who frequently
faints at the sight of blood) faces pressure in attempting to bring scientific methods of investigation--forensics, fingerprinting,
etc.--into the 19th century, but manages to come through in the clutch. Gambon, Richardson, Griffiths, McDiarmid and Jones
all bring much dignity to their roles, and it's a real joy to see Lee and Gough (who played Alfred in Burton's BATMAN) on
the big screen; both are icons of the British horror movement that played such an integral part of Burton's (and our) childhood,
and bring a certain weight and credibility to SLEEPY HOLLOW, almost as if it is a carryover from that period. The exceptions
are Ricci, who delivers her lines in a torpid manner and never shows much chemistry with Depp, and Van Dien, who has never
been more than a mannequin in his previous movies either.
This is probably the best-looking movie of the year. Burton,
production designer Rick Heinrichs and cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki have drenched the screen with Gothic flair, often
shooting outdoor scenes on interior sets to give them a fairy-tale look. Sleepy Hollow is a community of doom and despair,
a place where the sun never shines and where the leaves fall from the trees, and an appropriate setting for the brutal horror
that resides there. Burton has never been a master of directing action scenes, but teamed with Chris Lebenzon's editing skills
and Danny Elfman's lush score (reminiscent of James Bernard's classic Hammer music), the Horseman scenes have a driving intensity
that his BATMAN movies, for example, did not.
Also with Lisa Marie, Marc Pickering, Christopher Walken and a silent
cameo by Martin Landau. Kevin Yagher, who handled the special makeup effects, penned the story with Andrew Kevin Walker (SEVEN),
and was set as the original helmer, but was forced to bow out of the director's chair when Burton became interested in the
project. Tom Stoppard did an uncredited rewrite of Walker's screenplay. Francis Ford Coppola is credited as an executive producer,
although Burton has reportedly proclaimed that he had nothing to do with the picture.
SLIDERS (1995)--Directed
by Andy Tennant. Stars Jerry O'Connell, Sabrina Lloyd, Cleavant Derricks, John Rhys-Davies. Pretty fun feature-length pilot
for a Fox series that almost immediately slid downhill. O'Connell (looking pretty buff compared to his role as Vern in STAND
BY ME) is a high-school genius who invents a gadget that will allow him to travel to an infinite number of alternate Earths
in other dimensions. He becomes trapped with cute girlfriend Lloyd, pompous science professor Rhys-Davies and former soul
singer Derricks on another world in which the Russians have conquered the United States and Elvis Presley is still alive.
Despite its television trappings and obvious Vancouver locations (the show was set in San Francisco), this is a pretty
fun adventure with a likable cast. Unfortunately Fox ruined the show by insisting on insipid high-concept scripts (that were
more often than not ripoffs of recent hit movies), more action and more sex, which prompted an unhappy Rhys-Davis to quit
in the third season (he was replaced by the cleavage-baring Kari Wuhrer). Teleplay by series executive producer Tracy Torme.
John Landis and Robert K. Weiss served as producers.
A SLIGHT CASE OF MURDER (1999)--Directed by
Steven Schachter. Stars William H. Macy, Adam Arkin, Felicity Huffman, James Cromwell, Julia Campbell. Actor Macy and director
Schachter collaborated on the amusing teleplay, which is based upon Donald E. Westlake's novel A TRAVESTY. Macy plays Terry
Thorpe, a well-known Manhattan film critic who has accidentally killed his mistress during an argument in her apartment. Fearing
scandal, he removes all vestiges of his presence and splits, not knowing he's being spied upon by an unprincipled private
eye (Cromwell), who blackmails Macy. Macy robs a bank to get the $35,000 needed for Cromwell, but eventually gets it back
when he realizes he threatens to frame Cromwell for the crime. Macy ingratiates himself with the lead detective (Arkin) investigating
the case--and with Arkin's nympho wife (Campbell)--but finds himself way over his head when the bodies and suspicions begin
piling up. About on the same level as a typical COLUMBO episode, A SLIGHT CASE OF MURDER is a trifle, but an entertaining
one, thanks to a fun performance by Macy (who often narrates directly to the camera) and a script that doesn't take itself
too seriously. Huffman (Macy's real-life wife) has basically a cameo as Macy's girlfriend. Also with James Pickens Jr. and
Paul Mazursky, who has fun in a bit as a hack director.
SLING BLADE (1996)--Directed by Billy Bob Thornton.
Stars Billy Bob Thornton, Dwight Yoakum, John Ritter. Thornton won an Academy Award for his screenplay in this astonishing
tale of a Southern retarded man released from an institution after serving 20 years for killing his mother and her lover as
a youth (the title refers to the weapon used). With nowhere to go, Karl (Thornton) befriends a young boy, and moves into the
garage behind the house the boy shares with his kindly mother and her abusive boyfriend (a strong performance by country singer
Yoakum). This character study is rather long and grim with a number of protracted scenes--many filmed as one take--but it
never gets boring. Terrific acting all around (you may be surprised at Ritter's work as a gay convenience store owner) made
this a Best Picture Oscar nominee. Also with J.T. Walsh and James Hampton.
SLITHER (2006)—Directed by James Gunn.
Stars Nathan Fillion, Gregg Henry, Elizabeth Banks, Michael Rooker. Who woulda thought the writer of SCOOBY-DOO and
Troma’s TROMEO & JULIET had this fun (and funny) monster movie stuck inside of him. Directing for the first
time, Gunn creates an amiable mishmash of elements from favorite horror films like THE BLOB, FROM DUSK TILL DAWN and FROM
BEYOND, resulting in a comic monster mash frequently compared to TREMORS (which is directly referenced in this movie).
A meteorite crashes in the woods near a small American town and infects one of the leading citizens, Grant Grant (Rooker),
with a parasite that transforms him into a hideous meat-craving squid monster. The squishy new Grant spawns thousands
of slugs that invade the town and transform the citizens into cannibalistic zombies that all share Grant’s memories.
Virtually the only ones left to fight the invasion are laconic police chief Fillion (the starship captain on FIREFLY), Grant’s
wife Banks and profane mayor Henry. Lots of glob and goo are tossed about in this R-rated flick in which the scary stuff
is tempered with laughs. Fillion is fun as the ostensible straight man among the eccentric townsfolk, but Henry steals
the film with his wild profanity-fueled bits, particularly a bit about not having any Mr. Pibb to drink. THE OFFICE’s
Jenna Fischer, the wife of writer/director Gunn, also appears, as does Tania Saulnier, Brenda James and Don Thompson.
Troma president Lloyd Kaufman’s bit as “Sad Drunk” was left on the cutting room floor. Appealing score
by Tyler Bates.
SLITHIS (1978)—Directed by Stephen Traxler.
Stars Alan Blanchard, Mello Alexandria, Hy Pyke. This independent monster movie has such good intentions and occasional
spurts of conviction that I tried very hard to like it. Unfortunately, its turgid pace dooms it. The creature
attacks are kinda cool, but they don’t happen often enough, as Traxler instead provides us with too much exposition
and too much of amateur monster-hunter Blanchard tracking after clues. The story is simple enough—a two-legged
sea monster is wandering around Venice, California slaughtering people. The monster suit is decent, and the boat-set
climax isn’t bad. Some of SLITHIS is just downright weird though, including Trexler’s inexplicable decision
to open the movie with a fat kid playing Frisbee in slow motion. Pyke as the disbelieving police chief performs what
may be the worst acting performance I’ve ever seen in a horror movie, ranting, rolling his eyes, and playing all his
scenes like he’s in an off-Broadway farce. Once seen, you’ll never forget him, which may have been Pyke’s
aim. Onscreen title: SPAWN OF THE SLITHIS.
SLIVER (1993)--Directed by Philip Noyce. Stars
Sharon Stone, Tom Berenger, William Baldwin. This alleged erotic thriller was Stone's follow-up to BASIC INSTINCT and casts
her again as an icy blond sex object. She lives in an expensive Manhattan high-rise, and becomes involved with the rugged
nice-guy writer next door (Berenger) and the creepy, voyeuristic landlord (Baldwin). Murders ensue. This movie was plagued
by rewrites and reshoots; some crew members were killed shooting a second-unit sequence in Hawaii that was never used in the
final cut, and the killer's identity was changed in post-production so that many of the clues and red herrings don't make
much sense. It's the product of another bad Joe Eszterhas script, this one based upon an Ira Levin novel. Cast includes Martin
Landau, Colleen Camp, Keene Curtis, Nina Foch, CCH Pounder, Nicholas Pryor and Shannon Whirry. Produced by Robert Evans. Cinematography
by Vilmos Zsigmond. Music by Howard Shore.
THE SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE (1982)—Directed
by Amy Jones. Stars Robin Stille, Michele Michaels, Debra Deliso, Andree Honore, Gina Mari, Jennifer Meyers, Michael
Villella. Roger Corman’s biggest attempt to break into the lucrative slasher genre was this tame entry, which
is most notable for having a female director (Jones went on to make LOVE LETTERS with Jamie Lee Curtis) and a female screenwriter
(noted feminist novelist Rita Mae Brown). I suspect Brown’s script was greatly rewritten and she had little to
do with the final release, which is not very distinguishable from slashers made by male filmmakers except that it’s
not very bloody or exciting. A bunch of high school girls and some guys who want to lay them are stalked one evening
by a madman (Villella) who just escaped from a mental institution. Jones works a bit of suspense at the end, but, even
by New World standards, this is not very good, even if it did spawn a few sequels, spinoffs and loose remakes. What
captured my thought, however, was that this movie and its sequels (which came after the genre had waned) are the only slasher
flicks Roger Corman ever made. It seems odd that Corman, who definitely had his finger on the pulse of what was popular
and what he could sell, never jumped on the post-FRIDAY THE 13TH slasher-movie bandwagon. It's possible that he found
the concept tasteless, I suppose, but it doesn't seem like a dozen dead teenagers would stop him from making big bucks (and
the fact that few slasher movies present material as tasteless as HUMANOIDS FROM THE DEEP).
SMALL KILL (1992)—Directed by Rob Fresco
& Gary Burghoff. Stars Gary Burghoff, Fred Carpenter, Jason Miller. Former M*A*S*H co-star Burghoff demanded that he direct
his own scenes for this career-decimating cop flick shot on Long Island. As serial killer Fleck, Radar smokes, sweats, swears,
leers, wears drag, deals dope, sports an (intentionally) hilarious toupee, listens to opera, sleeps with a boy prostitute
and a large-breasted stripper, and kidnaps kids for ransom. I guess he didn’t trust another director to film his scenes
so, uh, tastefully. Bizarrely, Burghoff does double duty as an old female fortune teller named Esmerelda—part of Fleck’s
“disguise.” Fresco, who went on to a successful career producing prime-time TV dramas (HEROES), and co-writer
Carpenter are responsible for the blood squibs, Carpenter’s ridiculous Serpico-wannabe perf as a cop chasing a drug
ring, and the rote police procedural plot. Burghoff doesn’t appear with any actors from the “main” story,
as though he and Fresco were making their own separate films from the same screenplay. Scenes are edited to make it look as
though Burghoff interacts with Carpenter and Donnie Kehr as Carpenter’s cop partner, but he’s never in the same
shot with them. Second-billed Miller (THE EXORCIST) hams it up in a small, superfluous role as an alcoholic informant. Also
with Rebecca Ferratti, Chris Cooke, and Mark McKelvey.
SMALL SOLDIERS (1998)--Directed by Joe Dante.
Stars Kirsten Dunst, Phil Hartman, Denis Leary, Jay Mohr. This GREMLINS retread is too violent for young children and too
tame for adults, so I don't know exactly who the audience for this toys-run-amuck flick is supposed to be. Greedy toymaker
Leary orders his staff (which seems to consist of only three people) to create action figures that actually do the things
they're depicted as doing on the hyperbolic packaging, so one (Mohr) steals some government microchips to use in the toys'
programming. A nice suburban kid whose dad owns a toy store gets an advance order, and finds his neighborhood torn apart as
the bad-guy commando dolls (led by Major Chip Hazard, voiced by Tommy Lee Jones) come alive to complete their mission to destroy
the good-guy mostly-comic-relief alien figures (led by purple gargoyle Archer, voiced by Frank Langella).
The visual effects and animation (led by Stan Winston) is outstanding,
but Dante, whose GREMLINS did a perfect job walking that thin line between black comedy and horror, sells out to the real-life
toy companies and fast-food chains in creating a too-cartoony atmosphere for adults (although parents of small children may
gasp when the toys start firing high-pressure nail guns at the kids in the movie). Dick Miller (who I think has been in every
Dante project) is great as a wisecracking truck driver, and Kevin Dunn, Ann Magnuson, Wendy Schaal and David Cross also appear.
There's great fun in identifying the actors providing the dolls voices; DIRTY DOZEN stars Jim Brown, Ernest Borgnine, George
Kennedy and Clint Walker team up with Bruce Dern to voice Major Hazard's squad, while THIS IS SPINAL TAPs Christopher Guest,
Michael McKean and Harry Shearer voice the aliens, and Christian Ricci and Sarah Michelle Gellar do some creepy girl dolls.
Hartman has little screen time in his last film appearance. Music by Jerry Goldsmith.
A SMALL TOWN IN TEXAS
(1976)--Directed by Jack Starrett. Stars Timothy Bottoms, Susan George, Bo Hopkins. Just three years after his starring role
in James Bridges's THE PAPER CHASE, Bottoms ended up toplining this draggy revenge picture by American-International. Just
released from prison after serving five years on a marijuana beef, Poke Jackson (Bottoms) returns to his sleepy Texas hometown
to collect his girl Mary Lee (George) and his son he's never seen and take them away to California for a new start. He's startled
to learn that Mary Lee's new beau is crooked sheriff Duke Calley (Hopkins), the cop who busted him. Mary Lee isn't attracted
to the cruel Duke, so she doesn't argue much when Poke invites her to California; the problem is that Duke doesn't seem inclined
to let her go. More complications ensue when Poke witnesses Duke's participation in a political assassination.
While
similar to other AIP films of the period (THUNDER & LIGHTNING, SPECIAL DELIVERY), TEXAS has a slower pace and, thus, doesn't
work as well. Its also hampered by a colorless Bottoms--miscast as an action lead--and the wide-eyed George, who never convinces.
As always, Hopkins is fun to watch; his particular brand of good ol' boy insouciance comes in handy here, making his second-half
rage seem all the more frightening. The film's biggest flaw is its lack of action in the first half. Although Starrett (RACE
WITH THE DEVIL) crashes cars as well as any '70s director, the impressive chases and stunts come too late in the picture (my
favorite involves a police car sliding sideways off a cliff, spinning, and smashing into the creek below). A nice cast, including
an underused Morgan Woodward (MOONSHINE COUNTY EXPRESS), John Karlen (CAGNEY & LACEY), Art Hindle (THE BROOD), Buck Flower
and Starrett as a rowdy truck-shooting drunk. Charles Bernstein's score is good. The TEXAS script was by BIG BAD MAMA scribe
William W. Norton, whose son Bill was writing exploitation movies like GARGOYLES during the same period.
SMASHING THE MONEY RING (1939)--Directed by Terry
Morse. Stars Ronald Reagan, Eddie Foy Jr., Joe Downing. In Reagan's third turn as Secret Service operative Brass
Bancroft, he burrows undercover in the state pen to trace a counterfeiting ring being fronted by ex-con Dice Matthews (Downing).
Matthews is using an offshore casino to launder his queer money, but he is arrested for attempted murder and sent to the Big
House, where the counterfeit bills are manufactured. Posing as an inmate, Brass ingratiates himself with the Dice in
an attempt to learn where the printing plates are being held and who is in charge of the operation. Too much clowning
around by Eddie Foy as Reagan's partner and too little action mar this decent programmer, which admittedly is too short (under
an hour) to wear thin. Solid Warner Brothers production values and steady pacing make it worth a watch. Also with
Margot Stevenson, Charles D. Brown, Joe King and Dick Rich. John Hamilton, Perry White from THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN,
plays a prison guard, and George Reeves was reportedly an extra. MURDER IN THE AIR was the next and last Bancroft picture
for Reagan.
SMASH-UP ON INTERSTATE 5 (1976)--Directed
by John Llewellyn Moxey. Stars Robert Conrad and an all-star cast of TV regulars. What better way to commemorate
the Bicentennial than with this made-for-television disaster movie of carnage and depression? After opening with a spectacular
slow-motion interstate smash-up involving several dozen cars and bleeding bodies, Moxey (CITY OF THE DEAD) and telewriters
Robert Presnell Jr. (SCREAMING EAGLES) and Eugene Price (CONCRETE COWBOYS) flashback to two days earlier, so we can discover
what led all these strangers to be out pounding the pavement on a sunny July 4 morning. Among the injured are California
Highway Patrolman Robert Conrad, suicidal Harriet Nelson and hubby Buddy Ebsen, divorcee Vera Miles and her truck-driving
one-night-stand David Groh, teenage car thief Scott Jacoby and more. It's pretty silly stuff, but you might find the
cast interesting, including Donna Mills, Terry Moore, Herb Edelman, George O'Hanlon Jr., Sue Lyon, David Nelson, Sian Barbara
Allen and a young Tommy Lee Jones. Bill Conti scored this the same year as ROCKY.
SMILE (1975)--Directed by Michael Ritchie.
Stars Bruce Dern, Barbara Feldon, Nicholas Pryor. TV veteran Jerry Belson (THE ODD COUPLE) penned this blistering satire
of small-town beauty pageants, which was filmed semi-documentary style by Ritchie (THE CANDIDATE), who specialized in films
about competition of some sort. Santa Rosa, California is all abuzz about this year’s Junior American Miss pageant,
which represents the seventh consecutive gig for head judge Big Bob Freelander (Dern), an RV salesman who takes the pageant
much too seriously, as does den mother Barbara (Feldon) and many of the high-school-aged contestants. Dern’s broad
portrayal is dead on and probably surprised a lot of audiences who knew him only as a screen psychopath. Feldon, a few
years after GET SMART, plays her Stepford wife to perfection, and seeing future stars like Colleen Camp (THE SWINGING CHEERLEADERS),
Melanie Griffith (SOMETHING WILD), Joan Prather (EIGHT IS ENOUGH) and Annette O’Toole (48 HRS.) is fun. Also with
Geoffrey Lewis, Maria O’Brien, Dick McGarvin, Dennis Dugan, Eric Shea, Paul Benedict and Michael Kidd. The title
theme is by Charles Chaplin.
SMILE, JENNY, YOU’RE DEAD (1974)—Directed
by Jerry Thorpe. Stars David Janssen, Andrea Marcovicci, Zalman King. Janssen’s first go-round as San Diego
private eye Harry Orwell, HARRY O: SUCH DUST AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON, was a slight success, but enough of one to persuade ABC
to fund a second pilot movie. Once again, the FUGITIVE star teamed with director Thorpe (KUNG FU) and writer Howard
Rodman to make an effective mystery propelled by Janssen’s compelling presence. An old cop buddy asks Orwell to
look into the murder of his daughter’s abusive husband. The killer (King) is a psychotic photographer who is stalking
the daughter, model Jenny English (Marcovicci), and will kill anyone else who stands between them, including Harry O.
Clu Gulager, John Anderson, Howard DaSilva, Tim McIntire, Jodie Foster, Barbara Leigh and Vic Argo complete the fine supporting
cast. With Billy Goldenberg scoring, SMILE was a rating success, though HARRY O was just a middling one during its tumultuous
two-season run.
SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT (1977)--Directed by
Hal Needham. Stars Burt Reynolds, Jackie Gleason, Jerry Reed, Sally Field. Enormously popular action/comedy was almost universally
scorned by "serious" critics. Cowboy Reynolds (driving a black Trans-Am) and trucker Reed attempt to transport a load of illegal
beer from Texarkana to Atlanta in less than 28 hours. Burt picks up cute hitchhiker Field along the way, while being chased
by redneck sheriff Gleason. Although they practically walk through their roles, Reynolds, Field and Reed show enormous chemistry
together, Gleason is a hoot, and former stuntman-turned-director Needham stages some exciting chase scenes and crashes. Also
with Pat McCormick, Paul Williams and Mike Henry. Reed had a country hit with "East Bound and Down". One of Burt's biggest
smashes.
SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT II (1980)--Directed by Hal Needham. Stars Burt Reynolds, Jackie Gleason,
Sally Field, Jerry Reed, Dom DeLuise. Inferior yet fun sequel finds Burt and Sally back in that black Trans-Am and Reed still
piloting that eighteen-wheeler. Their cargo this time around is a pregnant elephant and gynecologist DeLuise. Gleason returns
as redneck Sheriff Buford T. Justice; he also plays his own brothers--a dignified patrolman and a gay Canadian Mountie. More
chases and crashes than before, but not necessarily more fun. Feels like one of Burt's home movies. Paul Williams and Mike
Henry also reprise their roles here.
SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT, PART 3 (1983)--Directed by Dick Lowry.
Stars Jackie Gleason, Jerry Reed, Paul Williams, Pat McCormick, Mike Henry, Colleen Camp. Justly criticized as one of Universal’s
biggest bombs, this terrible sequel was allegedly even worse at one time. The story goes that SMOKEY 3 was originally shot
as SMOKEY IS THE BANDIT with Gleason playing both title roles. The result was unreleaseable, so the studio made a quick deal
with Reed, who played Snowman in the first two SMOKEYs, to pop in and play the new Bandit in reshoots. It’s unclear
whether or not this story is just an urban legend, but the bad-film enthusiast within me is surely curiously to find out how
much worse this movie could have been. It’s one thing to say that SMOKEY 3 desperately needs Burt Reynolds, but it also
sorely misses director Hal Needham.
After 35 years of loyal service, Sheriff Buford T. Justice
(Gleason) retires to Florida with his blockhead son Junior (Henry), but a new life of fishing and shuffleboard isn’t
for him. So he accepts a juvenile bet from Big Enis (McCormick) and Little Enis (Williams) to transport a plastic shark (!)
from Florida to Texas—his badge against $250,000. The twist is that the Enises don’t want the sign delivered,
so they hire the Snowman (Reed) to hop into a Trans Am and prevent Justice from winning the bet.
There's no telling what The Great One was thinking when he
agreed to appear in this terrible sequel. Filming in his home state of Florida was probably the big lure, as well as quite
likely an enormous paycheck. The crass sexual and scatological humor is unpleasant, but not as much as the many xenophobic
and homophobic gags. To be fair, the many car and boat stunts are very good, and it’s no surprise 2nd unit director
David Cass went on to make his own films, while director Lowry went back to making Kenny Rogers movies for television.
I tend to believe the SMOKEY IS THE BANDIT legend after giving
SMOKEY 3 a fresh look. Reed and Gleason never share a scene together, and Reed is even uncomfortably edited into scenes where
you can see Gleason-as-Bandit would have fit (such as the bit where Reed steals the shark from the police car parked on the
highway, where it’s obvious Lowry didn’t even have access to Gleason, Henry, or even the car). Three editors are
credited. Much dialogue has been awkwardly looped by actors who don’t sound much like the principal actors. The capper
is the ridiculous Burt Reynolds cameo in the final scene, which could only have been a desperate Hail Mary to make the story
(somewhat) piece together. I wonder if the production was too rushed even to run Reed into the recording studio to cut a theme.
Ed Bruce performs the good title song.
SNAKE EATER (1989)—Directed by George Erschbamer.
Stars Lorenzo Lamas, Josie Bell, Larry Csonka, Robert Scott, Ronnie Hawkins. FALCON CREST co-star Lamas launched his career
as a direct-to-video action star in this Canadian cop flick that spawned two sequels. Thank goodness he isn’t wearing
his trademark ‘90s ponytail as Kelly, an ex-Marine and undercover cop who doesn’t play by the rules (“You
gotta be one tough sonuvabitch to be a Snake Eater.”). What a novel concept. I admit that I find Lamas to be repulsive
and unlikable in everything he does, so SNAKE EATER rubs me the wrong way as soon as the characters begin yammering about
how awesome he is. In fact, his supposed badassness is what helps sink the picture, because the bad guys are a family of inbred
rednecks that shouldn’t be any challenge at all for a guy as tough as the Snake Eater. I can’t imagine Chuck Norris
spending more than four minutes on these guys. The hillbillies are played by some of Canada’s worst performers, and
Erschbamer directs without art or style. A superfluous tag finds Snake Eater back in the city screwing with an arsonist played
by Horshak. Miserable stuff.
SNAKE EYES (1998)--Directed by Brian DePalma.
Stars Nicolas Cage, Gary Sinise, Carla Gugino. Cage plays a corrupt Atlantic City detective in a lounge-lizard suit at a heavyweight
boxing match who heads up the investigation when a Very Important Government Official sitting behind him is assassinated.
Cage's best friend--a Naval commander played in steely-eyed fashion by Sinise--was supposed to be guarding the victim, but
was away from his post chasing a suspicious-looking redhead when the shots were fired. After years of collecting payoffs from
bookies and drug dealers, Cage is an expert at covering his rear end, so he and Sinise settle on a story that will gloss over
the bad stuff. Cage is also curious about a mysterious woman in a blonde wig who snatched an envelope from the victim as he
was killed and the boxing champ who, seconds after seemingly being knocked out in the ring, appeared to be quite lucid.
Following
a virtuoso opening shot (which lasts for about twelve minutes) which tracks with Cage up and down and all around the hyped-up
boxing arena, DePalma's (and cinematographer Stephen H. Burum's) camera is always on the move--probing, exploring, even peering
over the tops of walls to check out whats on the other side. The negatives lie in Cage's performance, which is overly cartoony
and over-the-top (so much so that his motivations for following through on the investigation are implausible), and in David
Koepp's screenplay, which relies on coincidence and scant character development and contains too many plotholes. Some of the
script's sketchiness may be blamed on frenetic post-production cutting, which resulted in the movie's climatic set piece--a
tidal wave--being completely removed from the release print, even though direct references to it remain (adding to the audience's
confusion). Also with John Heard, Kevin Dunn, Stan Shaw, Mike Starr, Luis Guzman, Joel Fabiani, Michael Rispoli and David
Anthony Higgins. Music by Ryuichi Sakamoto.
SNAKES ON A PLANE (2006)—Directed by
David R. Ellis. Stars Samuel L. Jackson, Julianna Margulies, Nathan Phillips. You’ve heard so much about
this silly horror movie that you probably feel as though you’ve seen it, even if you haven’t. Do I really
need to explain the plot? There are muthafuckin’ snakes on the muthafuckin’ plane, man! Originally
shot as a PG-13 (by intended director Ronny Yu), SNAKES ON A PLANE earned a groundswell of Internet publicity based solely
on its wonderful title. So much buzz that New Line scheduled reshoots to film more gore, more snake attacks, some bare
breasts, and an insert of star Jackson bellowing some crowdpleasing thirteen-letter profanities.
While the theatrical box office didn’t live up to the
hype, Ellis’ film actually does. SNAKES ON A PLANE is a very well made B-picture with decent supporting actors,
good pacing and plenty of exciting action. What really impressed me is the succinct storytelling in the first half-hour or
so as they're setting up the plot. Expository dialogue is dished out in quick, easy-to-follow bites, and we're told everything
we need to know in short bursts--not just the plot, but also the (many) characters. Of course, the characters are clichés,
but the movie is called SNAKES ON A PLANE. I was surprised I was unable to predict many story points, and the audience chuckled
appreciatively at all the right moments.
I don't know how well this movie would have worked without Jackson.
He sells it. There are a couple of scenes where he calms down a mob of freaked-out passengers smoothly but firmly that few
other actors would be able to pull off. There is a lot of dialogue that would absolutely sound silly coming from the mouths
of most actors, but it sounds real when he delivers it. Give Sam a lot of credit for making this film as good as it is.
My only major bone of contention is, if you make a big deal about introducing a character as a kickboxer in a movie called
SNAKES ON A PLANE, you had better have a scene where said character kickboxes some muthascratchin' snakes!
Plot finds FBI agent Jackson returning a government witness
(Phillips) from Hawaii to Los Angeles to testify in a murder case. The mobster, having expended all other methods of
killing, has crates of deadly serpents imported to Hawaii and stashed in the cargo bay of the 747 carrying Jackson and Phillips.
The crates are rigged with a timing device that, when the plane is squarely situated over the Pacific Ocean, sets the snakes
loose on a frenzied killing spree. Margulies (ER) is stalwart as the stewardess making her last flight, and supporting
actors David Koechner (ANCHORMAN), Lin Shaye, Bobby Cannavale, Sunny Mabrey, Todd Louiso, Flex Alexander, Kenan Thompson,
Elsa Pataky and Rachel Blanchard wisely play straight. Intended to be released as the generic-sounding PACIFIC AIR 121,
but Jackson bore down on New Line and made them accept the original title.
SNAKES ON A TRAIN (2006)—Directed by The Mallachi
Brothers. Stars Julia Ruiz, Alby Castro, Shannon Gayle, Amelia Jackson-Gray. The Asylum, an independent production
company specializing in direct-to-video ripoffs of popular Hollywood fare, beat New Line’s highly touted SNAKES ON A
PLANE to release by four weeks. Can you imagine seeing these DVDs next to each other on the New Release wall?
PLANE is a genuinely good B-pic—witty, fun and fast-paced. TRAIN is none of those things. The goofy plot
has two illegal aliens crossing the U.S. border to stow away on a passenger train to Los Angeles. Alma (Ruiz) is afflicted
with a curse that causes her to vomit up dozens of snakes, which grow larger and more deadly the closer they get to California.
The cheap sets and small cast budget allow for just a handful of dull characters, including the conductor, a family with a
little girl, some gun-waving drug dealers, and a couple of bimbos. Unlike PLANE, the snakes don’t really start
slithering until the final third, by which time you’ll have nodded off to sleep. The pseudonymous directors must
be big HAPPY DAYS fans.
SNAPDRAGON (1993)--Directed by Worth Keeter.
Stars Steven Bauer, Chelsea Field, Pamela Anderson. Dull erotic thriller noteworthy only because of Pams frequent nude scenes
(which actually aren't frequent enough). She's a buxom blonde amnesiac who may or may not be slitting the throats of men she
has sex with. As a police shrink treating Pam, Bauer dreams about having sex with her, and then does have sex with her, which
doesn't make his policewoman girlfriend (Field) too happy. It turns out Pam was kidnapped by Chinese gangsters as a little
girl, and forced into sex slavery...and has an evil twin! Whatever. Also with Larry Manetti of MAGNUM, P.I.
SNEAKERS
(1993)--Directed by Phil Alden Robinson. Stars Robert Redford, Sidney Poitier, Dan Aykroyd, River Phoenix, David Strathairn,
Ben Kingsley. The makers of the '96 MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE remake should have watched this first to pick up some pointers. Redford
stars as the leader of a misfit band of "sneakers": computer experts and thieves who are hired to break into banks and other
high-security installations to test their security systems. When two men representing the federal government blackmail Redford
into stealing a top-secret decoder device, the sneakers come to his aid in a number of imaginative setpieces. The twists and
turns are almost impossible to predict, the script by Walter Parkes and Lawrence Lasker contains plenty of humor, and the
cast (especially Redford and Poitier) seem to be having a great time. Also with Mary McDonnell, Stephen Tobolowsky, Timothy
Busfield, Eddie Jones and an amusing cameo by James Earl Jones. From the director of FIELD OF DREAMS.
THE SNIPER
(1952)--Directed by Edward Dmytryk. Stars Arthur Franz, Adolphe Menjou, Gerald
Mohr, Richard Kiley. Stanley Kramer produced this interesting crime drama the
same year as HIGH NOON. Franz gives one of his best performances as Eddie Miller,
who quite clearly has problems relating to women and takes out his frustrations by shooting them from the rooftops with a
high-powered rifle. Former silent film actor Menjou and Mohr are the detectives
leading the investigation, and Kiley, who handles the preachy soliloquies often associated with Kramer, does well in one of
his first features.
Although much of Franz'
performance looks campy by today's standards, he really does a nice job expressing Miller's inner torment, needing to kill
but knowing that it's wrong. Menjou may seem like an odd choice to play a cop,
but he lends the right paternal weight to the role, although Mohr, a better heavy, seems greasy even when he's a good guy. Shooting on noirish San Francisco locations was a nice touch, and I really liked how
Dmytryk handled the finale, as Miller faces off against a smokestack worker dangling nearly a half-mile away. Also with Marie Windsor, Frank Faylen, Jay Novello and Cliff Clark.
Edna and Edward Anhalt's screenplay was nominated for an Oscar.
SNIPER (1993)--Directed by Luis Llosa.
Stars Tom Berenger, Billy Zane, J.T. Walsh. Kind of a gritty buddy movie with Berenger as a veteran Marine assassin sent to
Panama on a mission partnered with a young educated sniper (Zane). Not bad, with well-staged action sequences. Filmed in Australia
by the director of THE SPECIALIST.
SNIPER 2 (2003)--Directed by Craig R. Baxley.
Stars Tom Berenger, Bokeem Woodbine. Berenger returns as Marine assassin Thomas Beckett in this solid direct-to-video
thriller filmed in Hungary. The U.S. Government recruits Beckett, unhappy in his retirement (fading vision resulted
in a medical discharge), to sneak into a certain Eastern European country and terminate a general accused of performing ethnic
cleansing upon the populace. Teaming against his will with Death Row inmate Cole (Woodbine), Beckett performs his mission,
only to discover a doublecross or two before he can make his escape. Baxley, who used to handle action pictures that
were more outrageous and fun than this one (ACTION JACKSON, for instance), plays this one very low-key, as the mostly European
cast engage in cat-and-mouse tactics with Berenger and the bullets fly in a straightforward manner. While competent
and better-looking than its $8 million budget would suggest, SNIPER 2 is nothing special either. Also with Dan Butler
(FRASIER), Linden Ashby (WILD THINGS 2) and Erika Marozsan. Good score by Gary Chang.
SNIPER
3 (2004)--Directed by P.J. Pesce. Stars Tom Berenger, Byron Mann, John Doman. An improvement upon SNIPER
2, this sequel sends vet Beckett (Berenger) back to Vietnam, where he teams up with a Ho Chih Minh City cop (Mann) to assassinate
a terrorist and drug runner. The twist is that the target is Finnegan (Doman), Beckett's old war buddy who was believed
dead and whose wife and son have since become the closest that Beckett has to a family of his own. Berenger is looking
a little puffy in middle age, but he manages to imbue the screenplay's more dramatic scenes with a great deal of conviction,
while Pesce pops together plenty of tight action, including an early shootout and chase influenced by Hong Kong action movies.
Thailand makes for an appropriate substitute for the 'Nam. Also with Denis Arndt, Zakareth Ruben and William Duffy.
Music by Tim Jones.
SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS (1999)--Directed by
Scott Hicks. Stars Ethan Hawke, Max von Sydow, James Rebhorn, James Cromwell, Rick Yune, Youki Kudoh, Sam Shepard, Eric Thal.
SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS concerns a period of American history that isn't often taught in our schools: when the United States
government imprisoned thousands of Japanese-Americans in relocation centers during World War II. At the same time that Hitler's
regime was committing unspeakable atrocities upon Jews at concentration camps like Auschwitz, the U.S. was incarcerating many
of its own citizens only because of the color of their skin. Director Scott Hicks's (SHINE) adaptation of David Guterson's
best-selling novel is also a courtroom drama in which a Japanese-American man stands accused of murdering a white fisherman,
and a love story about two people who--for racial reasons (he's white, she's Japanese)--cannot be together, just like WEST
SIDE STORY. The movie's basic flaw is that it never decides which of these it would most like to be, and ends up being a flat
mishmash of them all.
The setting is 1950 Puget Sound, and the young ex-lovers are Ishmael (Ethan Hawke), the editor
and reporter of a small hometown newspaper, and Hatsue (Youki Kudoh), whose husband Kazuo (Rick Yune) is the man on trial.
Kazuo held a grudge against the dead man, the owner of land that was taken away from Kazuo's family during their internment.
While investigating the case on his own, Ishmael discovers some information that could prove Kazuo's innocence, but he begins
thinking that if Kazuo goes to prison, theres a chance his childhood relationship with Hatsue could rekindle. His internal
battle is between the old-fashioned liberal ethics taught him by his late newspaperman father (Sam Shepard) and his obsession
with the forbidden relationship that was broken off by Hatsue years earlier while Ishmael was fighting overseas.
Hicks
tells his plodding story non-linearly--including overlapping dialogue, flashbacks and even flashbacks-inside-of-flashbacks--as
if he knew it had to be punched up somehow. Hawke has never been a very charismatic onscreen presence, and he plays Ishmael
so blandly that it's hard to tell what he's thinking most of the time. Yune's defendant is developed so little that I couldn't
really care about the murder mystery element of the plot, except for the juicy supporting performances by Max von Sydow, James
Rebhorn and James Cromwell as the defense attorney, prosecutor and judge, respectively. It's certainly a good-looking film
in that Robert Richardson's (Oliver Stone's regular cinematographer) camera paints a steady stream of wintry landscapes and
foreboding backdrops; every frame looks as though it could be framed and hung in a museum. The score by James Newton Howard
is frequently over-the-top and saccharine enough to give one a toothache.
Although I'm a sucker for a good courtroom
mystery, and I don't even mind an occasional love story if it's done well, I was most interested in the scenes involving the
anti-Japanese sentiments of the time, and the manner in which entire taxpaying families were rounded up, stripped of all their
worldly possessions, and herded like cattle into lockups by their own government. This could be the subject of a powerful
film, but unfortunately SNOW FALLING ON CEDARS is not it. Also with Jan Rubes, Celia Weston, Max Wright, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa,
Daniel Von Bargen, Arija Bareikis, Caroline Kava and Zeljko Ivanek.
SO CLOSE (2002)--Directed by Corey Yuen.
Stars Shu Qi, Karen Mok, Vicki Zhao. The director of THE TRANSPORTER worked again with the stunning Shu Qi in this stylish
Hong Kong spin on CHARLIE'S ANGELS. Lyn (Qi) and Sue (Zhao) are sisters and professional assassins who use advanced
technology and lavish martial-arts skills to carry out their missions. Hot on their heels is Kong (Mok), a police detective
with weapons and fighting skills of her own. Eventually all three become both rivals and allies-and in the case of Kong
and Sue, romantic interests-after the sisters' employer, an evil businessman, turns against them and frames Kong for murder.
Although SO CLOSE is mostly brainless in its depiction of wire-heavy fight scenes and CGI smashed glass, it also flashes signs
of wit; for instance, the bloodbath that opens the film is scored with The Carpenters' "(Long to Be) Close to You".
The three leads are as effective dramatically as they are sexy, and one plot turn left me breathless in both its suddenness
and its emotional weight. And, hey, the fight scenes are pretty cool too; after all, you're probably watching this movie
in order to see hot chicks beating each other up, right? Original title: CHIK YEUN TIN SAI.
SO
I MARRIED AN AXE MURDERER (1993)--Directed by Thomas Schlamme. Stars Mike Myers, Nancy Travis, Anthony LaPaglia.
Funny comedy with a cute script by Myers and a game cast of supporting actors. Myers is a nice guy in San Francisco who gets
involved with a cute butcher (Travis) and becomes afraid that she's...er, well...you saw the title. LaPaglia registers strongly
as a cop thirsting for action, and Alan Arkin scores as LaPaglia's sensitive police captain. Also with Amanda Plummer, Michael
Richards, Phil Hartman (as an Alcatraz tour guide), Charles Grodin, Debi Mazar, Steven Wright, Brenda Fricker (as Myers's
mother) and Myers pulling double duty playing his own father (in Scottish garb). Schlamme mostly worked in TV on such shows
as MAD ABOUT YOU and SPORTS NIGHT.
SOFT TARGET--See CROOKED.
SOL MADRID (1968)--Directed by Brian G. Hutton.
Stars David McCallum, Telly Savalas, Stella Stevens. THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.'s Illya Kuryakin tried to capitalize on his TV
stardom with this diverting international thriller from the director of WHERE EAGLES DARE. McCallum is a government agent
chasing a Mexican drug ring run by Telly. Great cast, good locations and a few interesting action sequences enliven Hutton's
sometimes static direction. Also with Ricardo Montalban, Pat Hingle, Rip Torn, Michael Conrad, Perry Lopez and Michael Ansara.
Music by Lalo Schifrin. Filmed in Mexico.
SOLAR FORCE (1994)--Directed by Boaz Davidson.
Stars Michael Pare, Billy Drago. And you thought low-budget filmmakers stopped ripping off MAD MAX in the '80s!
The director of THE LAST AMERICAN VIRGIN also throws elements of SHANE and THE TERMINATOR into the mix, which was originally
penned by the star's brother, but reportedly rewritten heavily by Nu Image producers. Lunar cop Joe Brody (Pare) is
assigned by his superiors on the moon to retrieve the Amaranth, a powerful weapon that was hijacked from the moonbase by savages
from the Earth's surface. The aristocracy on the moon has always described the Earth's inhabitants as ignorant, violent
brutes who would use the Amaranth for destructive purposes. So it comes as a surprise to Brody when he lands in the
desert and befriends a peaceful village that grows its own food and wants no trouble from anyone. Unfortunately, not
everyone on Earth feels the same way, as he tangles with a murderous motorcycle gang led by the psychopathic Kay (Drago).
Originally filmed as LUNARCOP, SOLAR FORCE is a steady but ultimately unsatisfying mixture of action and science fiction,
although a twist near the end manages to pack a slight emotional punch. The Namibian landscape provides a bit of eye
candy, as does Walker Brandt as Pare's love interest. Also with Robin Smith, Greg Latter, Gavin Van Der Berg and Wilson
Dunster. Music by the prolific Don Peake, who worked on the KNIGHT RIDER TV series.
THE SOLDIER (1982)—Directed by James Glickenhaus.
Stars Ken Wahl, Alberta Watson. Stunts and squibs take precedence over characterization and story in this fast-moving,
preposterous action movie. Renegade KGB agents steal some plutonium in the United States, build a nuclear bomb, and
hide it in the Saudi Arabian desert. They threaten to detonate it, which would destroy half of the world’s oil
supply for the next 300 years, unless Israel agrees to pull its men off the West Bank. Israel refuses to do so, so the
head of the CIA assigns a special agent (Wahl), known only as “The Soldier,” and his four commandos to team up
with a beautiful Mossad agent (Canadian actress Watson, later on 24) to prevent the bomb from exploding. Playing like
a MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE episode with Green Berets, THE SOLDIER leaps from location to location, setting off explosions, shooting
skiers, and jumping Porsches over the Berlin Wall with wild abandon. For some reason, Wahl was an in-demand actor during
the ‘80s, even though his acting style is basically Tony Danza on ‘ludes, but Glickenhaus (who also wrote and
produced) doesn’t leave much time for acting between chase scenes. THE SOLDIER is silly, slick entertainment.
Also with William Prince, Steve James, Peter Hooten, Ron Harper, Joaquim de Almeida, Zeljko Ivanek, Ned Eisenberg, Jeffrey
Jones and Klaus Kinski (for two minutes). Music by Tangerine Dream.
SOLDIER (1998)--Directed by Paul Anderson.
Stars Kurt Russell, Connie Nielsen. Why anyone would pay the charismatic Kurt Russell $7 million to play an emotionless
automaton with maybe 100 words of dialogue is just one of many questionable decisions made by Warner Brothers and director
Anderson (not to be confused with BOOGIE NIGHTS filmmaker Paul Thomas Anderson). Based on one of cinema's thinnest storylines,
courtesy of UNFORGIVEN Oscar-winner David Webb Peoples, SOLDIER is about a futuristic fighting machine, Sgt. Todd (Russell),
who was reared from birth to be the ultimate unquestioning military weapon, a near-indestructible super-soldier. When
he's deemed obsolete by the new guard of soldiers, Todd is destroyed and dumped on a garbage planet. Only he isn't dead,
just nearly so, and nursed back to health by a group of shipwreck survivors, in particular Sandra (Nielsen), wife of the colony's
crippled leader. What SOLDIER really is about is a series of not-very-exciting shootouts and set-bound action scenes
as Todd, who was established at the beginning as being inferior to the new models, wipes out a couple dozen of them pretty
easily. Russell does his best, but his character doesn't allow him to be "Kurt Russell"; this is a role tailor-made
for Arnold Schwarzenegger or Olivier Gruner, for that matter. Also with Jason Scott Lee, Gary Busey, Jason Isaacs and
Michael Chiklis. Music by Joel McNeely. SOLDIER was a major box-office flop.
A SOLDIER’S STORY (1984)—Directed by
Norman Jewison. Stars Howard E. Rollins Jr., Adolph Caesar, Denzel Washington, Dennis Lipscomb. Charles Fuller
based this engrossing murder mystery on his Pulitzer Prize-winning play. It surrounds Captain Davenport (Rollins), a
black Army investigator who is sent by Washington brass to a mostly black camp in Louisiana to look into the murder of unpopular
drill sergeant Waters (Caesar, who was nominated for an Oscar). Between the white officers who don’t want to stir
up any trouble between the camp and the bigoted rednecks of the nearby town and the black soldiers who are hesitant to speak
out against Sgt. Waters, Davenport has a tough row to hoe in solving the sergeant’s murder. A phenomenal cast
and Jewison’s assured direction combine to make Fuller’s mystery an absorbing one that was nominated for three
Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Also with Art Evans, David Alan Grier, Robert Townsend, Larry Riley, Wings Hauser,
Trey Wilson, Scott Paulin, John Hancock and Patti LaBelle, some of whom also appeared in Fuller’s play.
SOLE SURVIVOR (1983)—Directed by Thom Eberhardt.
Stars Anita Skinner, Kurt Johnson, Caren Larkey, Robin Davidson. Unusually subtle horror film for its period, which
was plagued by lookalike slasher flicks. Almost everyone involved was making his or her first movie, which shows in
its performances. Though writer/director Eberhardt’s pacing and plot inconsistencies are occasionally annoying,
SOLE SURVIVOR is something of a sleeper that anticipates the later FINAL DESTINATION films. Denise Watson (Skinner)
is the lone survivor of a plane crash who begins seeing strange zombie-like figures coming after her and murdering her friends.
Yep, you’ll soon guess that the Grim Reaper hates to make mistakes and sends an army of corpses to rectify his error.
No gore and a tame (but welcome) Brinke Stevens topless scene appear in this very soft R film released by Grand National Pictures
originally. Skinner, who received a Golden Globe nomination for her film debut in GIRLFRIENDS, retired from the film
industry shortly after SOLE SURVIVOR, and few of her co-stars were heard from again, particularly co-producer Larkey, whose
six months experience as a fledgling theater actress are quite evident. Eberhardt went on to the acclaimed NIGHT OF
THE COMET and the less-so CAPTAIN RON.
SOLO (1996)--Directed by Norberto Barba. Stars
Mario Van Peebles, William Sadler, Barry Corbin. This low-budget actioner filmed in Mexico is better than you might think.
This TERMINATOR/SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN hybrid casts a shaven-headed Van Peebles as Solo, a cyborg warrior created by the U.S.
government as the ultimate soldier. Invulnerable, fast, and expert in an array of weapons and fighting techniques, an army
of Solos might be able to rule the world. On a mission in Central America, Solo pulls the plug when he realizes innocent civilians
will be hurt in the commandos' attack. Tough soldier Sadler is upset with Solo's cancellation of the attack, and when General
Corbin gives the order to deactivate Solo, the cyborg escapes into the jungle. The rest of the film details Sadler's attempt
to destroy the robot. Van Peebles does a good job getting you to root for a hero that isn't human, and Sadler, as he showed
in DIE HARD 2, is a properly evil villain.
SOME GIRLS DO (1969)--Directed by Ralph Thomas. Stars
Richard Johnson, Daliah Lavi, James Villiers. Sequel to DEADLIER THAN THE MALE stars Johnson as British spy Bulldog Drummond
battling a megalomaniac out to conquer the world with his army of sexy female robots. Not really enough action here to recommend
it strongly, and the budget isn't exactly of Bondian proportions, but it's colorful, zippy and filled with beautiful women
in various stages of undress. Johnson does look a helluva lot like Sean Connery, but without the charisma. Also with Sydne
Rome, Vanessa Howard and Robert Morley as Miss Mary.
SOME KIND OF HERO (1982)--Directed by Michael
Pressman. Stars Richard Pryor, Margot Kidder, Ronny Cox, Ray Sharkey. Pryor returns to America a hero after spending six years
in a Vietnamese prisoner-of-war camp. However, his wife has left him, and his small business is bankrupt. He meets hooker
Kidder, who leads him into a life of crime. This is supposed to be a comedy, but it really doesn't work as one. Pryor is pretty
good, but Pressman (THE BAD NEWS BEARS) probably isn't cut out for this kind of material.
SOME NUDITY REQUIRED (1998)--Directed by
Odette Springer & Johanna Demetrakas. Springer was working in the music department at Roger Corman's Concorde/New
Horizons studios, composing scores for low-budget schlock like BLOODFIST IV, when she made this documentary focusing on how
such films treat women. Horrified and confused to find herself becoming aroused while watching scenes from NAKED OBSESSION
that combine kinky sex and brutal violence, Springer, who despised the kind of work she was doing in film, decided to interview
the men and women involved in making "B-movies". The result is an often engrossing but ultimately self-aggrandizing
and unbalanced portrait of the unglamorous side of Hollywood.
The most revealing scenes are those spotlighting Maria Ford, a cute
blonde actress who, after nearly forty films, is still chugging away in "erotic thrillers", awaiting that big break.
Almost always cast as strippers, bimbos or dominatrixes, Ford's candor in recounting tales of producers who urge her to have
breast implants or convince her that the casting couch is the best way to get to the top is heartwrenching--perhaps more so
if you've seen enough of Ford to know she isn't much of an actress. She seems like a sweet, likable young woman, and
what's really sad is that she's one of the "lucky" ones. Thousands of women just like her are in Hollywood right now,
tending bar, waiting tables, exotic dancing or even turning tricks, waiting to be discovered by a big-shot producer.
Here's one who wants so badly to be an actress--a "real" actress--that she's willing to take verbal and emotional abuse and
do scenes on film that physically nauseate her, hoping that today's sacrifice will pay off with tomorrow's success.
Considered by many in the industry to be just like the "whores" she often portrays, Ford "likes kinky sex" and "loves God"
and doesn't understand why she has to be pigeonholed into just one category. If SOME NUDITY REQUIRED does nothing else
for you, it'll want you to reach into your television and give Maria a hug.
In contrast, Julie Strain, the 6'1" PENTHOUSE Pet who has made a
name for herself as an aggressive, usually naked protagonist in films like SORCERESS and RETURN TO SAVAGE BEACH, claims that
she's the one doing the "exploiting" in her so-called exploitation movies, using PENTHOUSE and her movies to take her career
the direction she wants it to go. Comfortable doing whatever the scene requires and obedient on the set, there's no
question that Strain seems very happy doing what's she's doing, unlike the tortured soul of Maria Ford.
Where SOME NUDITY REQUIRED goes very wrong is when it breaks away
from the backstage world of B-movies to delve into Springer's personal life. Learning about her abusive aunt and uncle
or that she was 28 before experiencing her first orgasm is information I could have done without and that does little to enhance
the film. Springer's attempts to make the film more about her than about the subject of female objectification make
little sense from a storytelling standpoint, not to mention that she's much less interesting than the filmmakers being interviewed.
Two that come across as insensitive jerks are NAKED OBSESSION director Dan Golden and veteran Corman disciple Jim Wynorski,
whose many low-budget credits include DINOSAUR ISLAND, SORORITY HOUSE MASSACRE II and BIG BAD MAMA II. Wynorski in particular
is a prickly interview subject, snapping comments at Springer like, "Are you trying to trap me into saying something?" and
"This interview is boring. I don't want to answer that." Behind-the-scenes footage of Wynorski directing SORCERESS
reveal him to be a screaming boor, although to be fair, it's quite possible Springer had an ax to grind with him.
Other talking heads include writer/director Catherine Cyran (who's
still embarrassed over writing and producing SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE III), Corman, actors Edward Albert and Larry Poindexter,
scream queens Brinke Stevens and Lisa Boyle (who prefers not to think of how her saline breast implants might screw her up
in 20 years), filmmakers Andy and Arlene Sidaris (whose innocuous T&A films don't really belong mixed together with Corman's
trashier output), former AIP head Samuel Z. Arkoff and director Fred Olen Ray. A lot of clips from Concorde/New Horizons
movies are used, including Ford's topless fight scene from ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION.
SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME (1987)--Directed
by Ridley Scott. Stars Tom Berenger, Mimi Rogers, Lorraine Bracco, Jerry Orbach, Andreas Katsulas. An underrated thriller
featuring an excellent supporting turn by Bracco. Berenger is a blue-collar cop assigned to bodyguard beautiful heiress/murder
witness Rogers. They fall in love, much to the dismay of Berenger's ordinary wife (Bracco). Meanwhile, a hitman hired to kill
Rogers kidnaps Bracco instead. One of director Scott's best movies, although not many people seem to have heard of it.
SOMEONE'S WATCHING ME! (1978)-Directed by
John Carpenter. Stars Lauren Hutton, David Birney, Adrienne Barbeau. Right after HALLOWEEN, Carpenter moved into
television to direct two acclaimed made-for-TV movies. One was the Emmy-nominated ELVIS! The other was this suspense
cat-and-mouse thriller, which Carpenter also wrote. Hutton (GATOR) plays the director of an L.A. cooking show who moves
into a fancy new computer-controlled apartment building. Almost immediately, she begins receiving strange gifts and
phone calls from an admirer. What she doesn't know-but we do-is that the stranger has also planted listening devices
in her apartment and telephone and that he lives in the building across from hers...and peers at her at night through a telescope.
Wimp boyfriend Birney and lesbian co-worker Barbeau (who fell in love with her director on this shoot and later married him)
offer limp support, as Hutton's fears begin taking control of her, leaving her unable to sleep or work. Carpenter shoots
almost entirely on one Burbank Studios set, lending a claustrophobic feel to the production. Hutton is miscast, but
her failings don't prevent SOMEONE'S WATCHING ME! from standing as one of the decade's top TV thrillers. Harry Sukman
provides the roaring good score. Also with Carpenter mainstay Charles Cyphers, James Murtaugh and Len Lesser.
Aired by NBC less than a month after HALLOWEEN opened in theaters.
SOMETHING EVIL (1972)—Directed by Steven
Spielberg. Stars Darren McGavin, Sandy Dennis, Jeff Corey. 25-year-old Spielberg’s second full-length made-for-TV
movie (after DUEL and one segment of the NIGHT GALLERY pilot) is rarely seen today for no reason I can ascertain. Even
the version I saw was a butchered TV-syndication print that had been mercilessly cut from 73 to 62 minutes. I’m
sure some important scenes were cut, because the climax didn’t make much sense to me, and it certainly wasn’t
scary. Advertising exec McGavin and his artist wife Dennis decide to chuck the rat race and move with their young son
and baby daughter into a country house. He doesn’t notice, but strange things start happening to Dennis, such
as the baby that cries out from the barn in the middle of the night (though, when she investigates, nothing is there).
Caretaker Corey warns about the devilish influence the house has, while McGavin fires him for sprinkling chicken blood on
the back lawn. Spielberg’s visual style is obvious, but it’s difficult in the truncated cut to know whether
Robert Clouse’s script is just so much hooey. Of course, any Spielberg movie is worth watching if one gets the
chance. Ralph Bellamy, Johnny Whitaker, John Rubinstein and Norman Bartold appear. Margaret Avery, Bruno VeSota
and Spielberg also receive mention in the cast crawl, but I didn’t see them. SAVAGE, with Martin Landau as a TV
reporter, was Spielberg’s next and last TV-movie.
SOMETHING IS OUT THERE (1988)--Directed by
Richard A. Colla. Stars Joseph Cortese, Maryam D'Abo. Pretty good four-hour made-for-TV movie from Stephen J. Cannell was
turned into a disappointing (and short-lived) NBC-TV series. The routine plot concerns a maverick Los Angeles detective (Cortese)
teamed with a naive but beautiful alien (D'Abo) with superpowers who chase a shapeshifting alien killer. Makeup and special
effects by Rick Baker and John Dykstra are well done, and Cortese and D'Abo have pretty good chemistry together. D'Abo had
just starred with Timothy Dalton in THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS; her sister is Olivia D'Abo of THE WONDER YEARS, and her father was
the lead singer of Manfred Mann! Also with George Dzundza, Robert Webber, Gregory Sierra and Kim Delaney (NYPD BLUE), who
was married to Cortese at the time. Teleplay by producer Frank Lupo. Former actor John Ashley (THE MAD DOCTOR OF BLOOD ISLAND)
was executive producer.
SOMETHING WILD (1986)--Directed by Jonathan Demme. Stars Melanie Griffith,
Jeff Daniels, Ray Liotta, Margaret Colin. This well-directed oddity starts off as a wacky comedy, and at about the halfway
point, turns into a violent thriller. The real oddity is that both halves work. Daniels is a meek accountant, who shows his
true colors as a closet rebel by running out on his lunch check at a diner. He is caught by kooky Griffith, who somehow talks
Daniels into escorting her to her high-school reunion that night. They later meet Griffith's violent ex-husband (Liotta),
who makes them accomplices to an armed robbery. Liotta is outstanding in his first big break in films, and, despite the fluctuating
tone, Demme holds the film together. Great soundtrack too. Also with Charles Napier (a Demme staple) and Tracey Walter. Directors
John Waters and John Sayles have cameos. Cinematography by Tak Fukimoto.
SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE (2003)—Directed
by Nancy Meyers. Stars Jack Nicholson, Diane Keaton, Keanu Reeves, Amanda Peet. Fluffy romcom casts Jack as a
womanizer who has a heart attack while romancing his much-younger girlfriend Peet. While convalescing at the home of
Peet’s mother (Keaton), he begins falling in love with her. Routine story given something of a boost by its more-than-capable
cast and Keaton’s surprising nude scene. Also with Frances McDormand, Paul Michael Glaser, Rachel Ticotin, and
Jon Favreau. From the director of WHAT WOMEN WANT, which includes this Columbia movie that grossed $124 million at the
box office.
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