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CLAMBAKE (1967)--Directed by Arthur H. Nadel.
Stars Elvis Presley, Shelley Fabares, Will Hutchins, Bill Bixby, Angelique Pettyjohn. Elvis plays a wealthy oil heir who trades
identities with a poor ski instructor (Hutchins) to see if Fabares will fall in love with an Elvis with no bucks. She does,
but playboy Bixby falls for her. The two battle for Shelley's hand in a boat race. Typical Presley fare. Pettyjohn was Shahna,
the slave girl whom Captain Kirk taught how to kiss, on the STAR TREK episode "The Gamesters of Triskelion". The lessons must
have paid off, because she later made porn films.
CLASH OF THE TITANS (1981)--Directed by Desmond
Davis. Stars Harry Hamlin, Judi Bowker, Burgess Meredith, Ursula Andress, Laurence Olivier. Adventure story of mythological
hero Perseus (L.A. LAW's Hamlin) attempting to save the beautiful Andromeda (Bowker) from being sacrificed to a deadly sea
monster. Action tale is just too dull to be of much interest. This was special effects legend Ray Harryhausen's last film;
his stop-motion creations range from Medusa the snake-haired vixen to Perseus's white winged horse, and they are terrific.
Olivier plays, fittingly enough, the great god Zeus.
CLASS (1983)--Directed by Lewis John Carlino.
Stars Andrew McCarthy, Jacqueline Bisset, Rob Lowe, Cliff Robertson. Despite the high-profile cast and a director known for
more sensitive fare, this is just another dumb teen sex comedy. College student McCarthy has a fling with a sexy older woman
(Bisset); he then finds out she is his roommate's mother. Lowe is the roommate; Robertson Bisset's husband. Also with Stuart
Margolin, Virginia Madsen (her first film) and John Cusack. Written by Jim Kouf (STAKEOUT) and David Greenwalt (THE X-FILES).
Director Carlino wrote RESURRECTION.
CLASS ACTION (1991)—Directed by Michael
Apted. Stars Gene Hackman, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio. Strong performances by Hackman and Mastrantonio as father
and daughter attorneys on opposite sides of the courtroom propel this topical drama. Civil rights attorney Jed Ward
(Hackman), who made his name during the 1960s taking on big corporations, files a class action suit against Argo Motors, claiming
the company was negligent in the production of a model of station wagon that has a history of exploding when hit from behind.
Defending Argo is Maggie (Mastrantonio), Jed’s materialistic estranged daughter, who’s hoping to make partner
at her prestigious law firm. Working on two levels—as a family drama and as a mystery of sorts (how will Jed discover
Argo’s coverup?)—CLASS ACTION rises above made-for-TV status due to Conrad Hall’s lush cinematography (shooting
in San Francisco) and the wonderful Hackman/Mastrantonio sparks. The two sparkle as equally headstrong adults who want
to love one another, but find it difficult, considering their disparate politics. The screenplay wisely avoids making
either of them wrong or right, but, more realistically, human. Colin Friels, Larry Fishburne, Jonathan Silverman, Fred
Thompson, Donald Moffat, Jan Rubes and Matt Clark provide able support. Music by James Horner.
CLASS OF 1984 (1982)--Directed by Mark L. Lester.
Stars Perry King, Timothy Van Patten, Roddy McDowall. Brutal exploitation film about a gang of young punks terrorizing an
inner-city high school. When gang leader Van Patten rapes the wife of peaceful music teacher King, King decides to fight fire
with fire and wreaks revenge on the gang members one by one. McDowall is memorable as the nervous biology teacher who brings
a gun to class. Look for a pudgy Michael J. Fox in an early role as a nerdy student. King commits some pretty creative killings.
From the director of SHOWDOWN IN LITTLE TOKYO. Score by Lalo Schifrin; songs by Alice Cooper.
CLEAN AND SOBER
(1988)--Directed by Glenn Gordon Caron. Stars Michael Keaton, Kathy Baker, Morgan Freeman, M. Emmet Walsh. Keaton turned a
lot of moviegoers' and reviewers' heads in his first dramatic movie role. Keaton plays a yuppie cocaine addict who finally,
after embezzling thousands of dollars from his employers and accidentally contributing to the overdose death of a woman, commits
himself to a rehabilitation center. He clashes with counselor Freeman and patients Baker and Walsh. Despite his TV background,
director Caron raises the level of this drama above that of a television movie, thanks to an Oscar-worthy performance by Keaton
in the lead role. Also with Brian Benben, Claudia Christian and Harley Jane Kozak. Ron Howard executive-produced.
CLEAR
AND PRESENT DANGER (1994)--Directed by Philip Noyce. Stars Harrison Ford, Willem Dafoe, Anne Archer. Ford returns
as his Jack Ryan character from PATRIOT GAMES, and attempts to capture a South American druglord played by Miguel Sandoval.
One exciting action sequence showed up a year later virtually intact as stock footage in an episode of the CBS-TV series JAG.
Script by Steven Zaillian, Donald Stewart and John Milius. Also with Harris Yulin, Donald Moffat, Henry Czerny, Hope Lange,
Dean Jones and James Earl Jones.
CLEOPATRA JONES (1973)--Directed by Jack Starrett. Stars Tamara
Dobson, Shelley Winters, Antonio Fargas, Bernie Casey. Dobson plays the title character, a black, six-foot, karate-chopping
beauty out to stop the evil plans of drug-dealing Winters. With Brenda Sykes, Esther Rolle, Albert Popwell and Paul Koslo.
Music by J.J. Johnson. Thanks to her exotic good looks and her tall stature, Dobson was a leading queen of 1970s black exploitation
films, although not on the level of the great Pam Grier. Dobson returned two years later in CLEOPATRA JONES AND THE CASINO
OF GOLD. Director Starrett was a character actor who appeared in a lot of exploitation films and TV. Co-writer Max Julien
played the title role in THE MACK. Look for the great Cleopatra Schwartz parody in John Landis's KENTUCKY FRIED MOVIE.
CLEOPATRA
JONES AND THE CASINO OF GOLD (1975)--Directed by Chuck Bail. Stars Tamara Dobson, Tanny, Stella Stevens, Norman Fell,
Albert Popwell. Sequel finds Dobson's kung-fu fighting CIA agent in Hong Kong, where her mission is to stop the drug smuggling
activities of the Dragon Queen (Stevens), a master sword-fighter who runs a gaudy casino in Macao. Newcomer Tanny is a sexy
Chinese agent who helps Cleo. Exciting combination of the blaxploitation, kung fu and James Bond genres contains plenty of
swift action sequences. Plus future "Mr. Roper" Fell plays a CIA authority named Stanley! The 6'2" Dobson wears lots of silver
eye shadow and some truly huge hats. Music by Dominic Frontiere.
CLERKS (1994)--Directed by Kevin
Smith. Stars Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Marilyn Ghigliotti, Lisa Spoonhauer, Jason Mewes, Kevin Smith. Smith's first
film was financed mainly through credit cards, an insurance settlement for his car that was ruined in a flood, and the sale
of his comic book collection. It was made for $22,000, and filmed at night in the same convenience store in Leonardo, New
Jersey where Smith worked during the day. CLERKS is a day in the life of Dante Hicks (O'Halloran), a college-aged slacker
who works in a Quik Stop, plays hockey and video games, and trades philosophical barbs with his obnoxious best pal Randal
(Anderson), who works (badly) at the video store next door. CLERKS isn't a story as much as a series of events involving Dante,
Randal, Dante's sweet girlfriend Veronica (Ghigliotti), his slutty ex-girlfriend Caitlin (Spoonhauer), and the crazy customers
who populate their day. If it isn't a chewing gum salesman holding a rousing anti-smoking rally, it's the middle-aged porn
freak who dies in the store's bathroom. Or the culturally stunted video renters with a passion for NAVY SEALS. Or the guidance
counselor mesmerized by his search for the perfect egg. Or potty-mouthed drug dealer Jay (Mewes) and his silent sidekick Silent
Bob (Smith), who pop into the story at regular intervals.
Thanks to its sharp, witty dialogue (written by Smith) and
some fine performances, CLERKS was noticed at the Sundance Film Festival, where Miramax snapped it up. Although budget limitations
kept the camera mostly stationary and the number of set-ups low, resulting in some very long takes, CLERKS is never dull and
was a striking debut for Smith, who went on to the notorious Universal flop MALLRATS, and then CHASING AMY, DOGMA and JAY
& SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK. Also with producer Scott Mosier, Vincent Pereira, Walt Flanagan (in four roles!), cinematographer
David Klein (on a low-budget picture like CLERKS, everybody gets into the movie!) and Ed Hapstak. Soul Asylum appears on the
soundtrack.
CLERKS II (2006)—Directed by Kevin
Smith. Stars Brian O’Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Rosario Dawson, Jason Mewes, Kevin Smith, Jennifer Schwalbach.
If JAY & SILENT BOB STRIKE BACK was Smith’s CANNONBALL RUN, this is his STROKER ACE. It isn't terrible like STROKER
ACE, but it's one of the most self-indulgent films I've seen recently and exists only to give Smith and his friends a good
time. I don't really believe we needed to see more of Dante and Randall and Jay and Silent Bob, but here they are, in color
this time.
Thirtysomething slackers Dante (Brian O'Halloran) and Randall
(Jeff Anderson) now work at a fast-food joint called Mooby's, a year after their beloved Quik Stop burned to the ground as
a result of Randall leaving the damn coffee pot turned on again. It's Dante's last day; he leaves the following morning with
his fiancée Emma (Smith's wife Jennifer Schwalbach) for Florida, where her father plans to set Dante up managing a car wash.
Although Dante manages to cover up whatever anxiety he may have about starting a new life without best buddy Randall, he isn't
so successful breaking away from his boss Becky (Rosario Dawson), for whom he has feelings.
If nothing else, CLERKS II brings man-on-donkey sex into the
mainstream, so I guess it's good for something. O'Halloran, Anderson and Smith and Jason Mewes still aren't charismatic enough
to carry a feature, but Dawson is. She's so bright and energetic and natural and beautiful that she almost makes you believe
that she could fall in love with Dante. Almost. CLERKS II is better than JERSEY GIRL, but no higher in Smith's repertoire,
and it certainly isn't even as funny as the CLERKS TV series, an animated sitcom that ABC bitchslapped, mishandled and cancelled
after only two telecasts. Also with Jason Lee, Ben Affleck, Wanda Sykes, Ethan Suplee and Trevor Fehrman. Music by James Venable.
CLIFFHANGER (1993)--Directed by Renny Harlin.
Stars Sylvester Stallone, Janine Turner, John Lithgow, Michael Rooker. This stupid big-budget action film is actually watchable
in a guilty-pleasure kind of way. After a group of hijackers (led by Lithgow) with lots of firepower is stranded in the Rocky
Mountains, forest ranger Stallone is the only man who can capture them. Shot in the Italian Alps, the film opens with a spinetingling
stunt sequence, and features plenty of slick action scenes. Unfortunately Michael France's screenplay is foolish, and some
of the dialogue will make you howl. Ralph Waite, Paul Winfield and Leon also appear. Music by Trevor Jones. Harlin followed
this with a number of major flops, such as CUTTHROAT ISLAND, THE LONG KISS GOODNIGHT and DRIVEN (also with Stallone).
CLOAK
& DAGGER (1984)--Directed by Richard Franklin. Stars Henry Thomas, Dabney Coleman, Michael Murphy.
Lots of Atari product placement dots this fun kids' thriller. Ten-year-old Davey (Thomas) has quite an active imagination,
spending his summer playing fantasy spy games with his imaginary friend, super-spy Jack Flack (Coleman), who bears a remarkable
likeness to Davey's father. The fun turns to suspense when Davey witnesses a murder and the victim hands him a video-game
cartridge containing a secret microdot. Nobody believes Davey's story, leaving the lad on his own to dash around San
Antonio with a trio of assassins on his tail. Yep, it's the Boy Who Cried Wolf updated for the Atari Age, as Davey uses
the strategies from the role-playing and video games he plays with Flack to outsmart the bad guys. Coleman is good as
both the macho Flack and the sensitive dad, while Thomas doesn't overdo the cutesy kid stuff. There's more violence
towards children than you're likely to see in a PG movie today, but there isn't anything here that's likely to upset the youngsters.
Also with Christina Nigra, William Forsythe, John McIntire, Jeanette Nolan, Robert DoQui, Linden Chiles and comic Louie Anderson.
Music by Brian May. Holland and Franklin also did PSYCHO II together.
THE CLONES OF BRUCE LEE (1977)—Directed by
Joseph Kong. Stars Dragon Lee, Bruce Le, Bruce Lai, John Benn, Bolo Yeung. I’m not certain whether fans
of trashy movies have benefited more over the years from Bruce Lee’s untimely death, than if he had lived a normal lifespan.
Sure, we would have been treated to more of the wonderfully athletic and charismatic movie star, but we also would have missed
out on all those dozens of ridiculous, cheap ripoffs that exploited Lee’s death. Would you rather have had more
movies like ENTER THE DRAGON or giddy crapola like THE DRAGON LIVES AGAIN and this Dick Randall production?
Bruce Lee suffers a heart attack and is rushed to a Thailand hospital,
where he dies on the operating table. Immediately, a British secret agent and a professor take a syringeful of Lee’s
blood and take it back to a laboratory where they create three Lee clones, which are imaginatively named Bruce Lee #1, Bruce
Lee #2 and Bruce Lee #3. Bolo Yeung, who knew the real Lee and acted in ENTER THE DRAGON, plays the martial arts expert
who must train the three new Lees how to fight (you would think a Bruce Lee clone would have Bruce Lee’s fighting skills,
but oh well…). Needless to say, the three “clones” look nothing like each other, much less Bruce Lee.
I suspect THE CLONES OF BRUCE LEE may actually be two different films
spliced together, since the clones split up for separate missions. #1 goes undercover as a movie star (!) to investigate
gold smuggling at a studio, while #2 and #3 battle a scientist with the ability to destroy plant life. The latter storyline
is the most entertaining, as the Lees wander along a beach filled with full-frontal nude babes rubbing lotions on their breasts
and then fight a bunch of human robots—actually Chinese stuntmen wearing only bronze paint and tighty whiteys—who
can only be killed by eating grass!
Eventually, all three Lees get back together to fight their creator,
the professor, who makes them fight each other to the death. As crazy as the storyline is, the fight scenes (and there
are a lot of them) are not particularly original or exciting. Perhaps they would look better in their original 2.35:1
aspect ratio, as the current home video prints are tightly cropped and miss most of the action. CLONES is still a lively
and often hilarious film, but not exactly top-flight “Brucesploitation”. That doesn’t mean you should
steer clear of it, however.
CLONUS--See PARTS: THE CLONUS HORROR.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND (1977)--Directed
by Steven Spielberg. Stars Richard Dreyfuss, Melinda Dillon, Teri Garr, Francois Truffaut, Bob Balaban. Brilliant science-fiction
tale of an Indiana utilities worker (Dreyfuss) who witnesses a UFO and finds himself inexplicably drawn towards Wyoming's
Devils' Tower. There he finds that a French scientist (Truffaut) and dozens of American officials and astronauts have gathered
for the first meeting of visitors from another planet. Perhaps the greatest science-fiction film of all time. It's funny,
touching, exciting, confusing, uplifting and emotional. The childlike dreamer played by Dreyfuss is obviously meant to represent
Spielberg himself. Also with Lance Henriksen. Carlo Rambaldi designed the aliens. Visual effects by Douglas Trumbull. Cinematography
by the best in the world, including Vilmos Zsigmond, Laszlo Kovacs, John Alonzo, Douglas Slocombe and others. Spielberg wrote
the screenplay too. Unforgettable.
CLUB DREAD (2004)--Directed by Jay Chandrasekhar.
Jay Chandrasekhar, Steve Lemme, Kevin Hefferman, Paul Soter, Erik Stolhanske, Bill Paxton, Brittany Daniel, Jordan Ladd.
Broken Lizard's follow-up to their funny sleeper SUPER TROOPERS is a real disappointment, a mixture of absurdist sketch comedy
and slasher movie that just doesn't play well. A masked serial killer is stalking the staff of Coconut Pete's Paradise
Island, a tropical resort run by a has-been '70s rock star played by Paxton as a hedonistic Jimmy Buffett. Various members
of Broken Lizard play staffers who serve as victims as well as red herrings, as do Daniel as a sexy aerobics instructor and
Ladd (who has a topless scene) as a naïve guest. The jokes don't seem nearly as sharp this time around, and Chandrasekhar's
direction perhaps too closely apes that of an '80s slasher film, resulting in a gory, unfunny mess. I really liked SUPER
TROOPERS' irreverence, but CLUB DREAD feels forced. Also with M.C. Gainey, Lindsay Price and Samm Levine. Filmed
in Mexico.
COAST TO COAST (1980)--Directed by Joseph
Sargent. Stars Robert Blake, Dyan Cannon, Quinn Redeker. Eccentric but wealthy Cannon is unfairly committed to a mental hospital
by husband Redeker. She escapes and hitches a ride to Los Angeles with rough truck driver Blake. Lots of action and a few
laughs ensue. Of course, the finale includes Blake driving his semi into the side of a house.
COBRA
(1986)--Directed by George P. Cosmatos. Stars Sylvester Stallone, Brigitte Nielsen, Andrew Robinson, Reni Santoni. Foolish
action film stars Sly as still another maverick cop (named Marion Cobretti) protecting a beautiful witness (Nielsen) from
a ruthless band of killers. I think this dumb thriller is supposed to be some sort of homage to DIRTY HARRY--right down to
using similar scenes and the use of supporting actors Robinson and Santoni--but this movie makes DIRTY HARRY look like CITIZEN
KANE. Stallone and Nielsen were married at the time, which explains how such an astonishingly bad actress got the lead in
this mainstream studio pic. Why do the bad guys in this movie take part in bizarre axe-waving ceremonies?
COCAINE AND BLUE EYES (1983)--Directed by
E.W. Swackhamer. Stars O.J. Simpson, Candy Clark, Cliff Gorman. This pilot for a prospective series was executive-produced
by O.J. and was based on an acclaimed novel by Fred Zackel. San Francisco private eye Mike Brennan (Simpson) is hired
by a murdered drug dealer to find his missing girlfriend Dani, a beautiful, blue-eyed lounge singer from a wealthy family,
the Anatoles. Mike's investigation is an eye-opener, turning up dope smuggling, a Chinese gangster, and even incest.
The surprise extends to Kendell J. Blair's teleplay, which displays more racially charged dialogue than you'd find on television
today. Despite its often lurid story and the frequent remarks concerning Brennan's skin color (the character was white
in Zackel's novel), COCAINE is a pretty tame crime drama, turning Gorman into just another greedy white-collar criminal and
wasting Clark in a thankless part as a rival P.I. Simpson is stiff at best and saddled with a gratuitous voiceover narration
that strains whatever credibility he has as a tough private eye. Also with Eugene Roche, Tracy Reed, Cindy Pickett,
Keye Luke, Beach Dickerson, Leonardo Cimino, Evan Kim and Irena Ferris. Keep an eye out for THE WEST WING's John Spencer
and the ubiquitous Stephen Tobolowsky. Music by Morton Stevens.
COCAINE WARS (1984)--Directed by Hector Olivera.
Stars John Schneider, Kathryn Witt, Royal Dano. A pair of ex-TV actors battle neo-Nazi drug dealers in Mexico. Schneider you
remember as one of the DUKES OF HAZZARD, but I'd be impressed if you recalled brunette Witt as one of the three stewardesses
on FLYING HIGH. Also known as VICE WARS.
COCOON (1985)--Directed by Ron Howard. Stars Steve Guttenberg,
Wilford Brimley, Hume Cronyn, Jessica Tandy, Jack Gilford, Don Ameche, Brian Dennehy. Popular fantasy about friendly outer
space aliens who store cocoons encasing their fellow creatures in the bottom of a pool in a house they've rented, and come
into contact with a group of senior citizens who start to reverse aging after sneaking a swim in the pool. Guttenberg is a
charter-boat captain hired by alien leader Dennehy to bring up more cocoons from the ocean floor. I think this movie is highly
overrated. The two plotlines never really come together. The performances by the older actors are very good--Ameche won a
Supporting Actor Oscar--but Guttenberg is typically awful, and Tahnee Welch (Raquel's beautiful daughter) is vapid as Guttenberg's
alien love interest. Howard directs some touching scenes as the senior citizens debate whether to stay on earth and grow old
gracefully or accompany the aliens to their planet and live forever. Tom Benedek's script is based on a novel by David Saperstein.
CODE NAME: WILD GEESE (1984)--Directed by
Antonio Margheriti. Stars Lewis Collins, Lee Van Cleef, Ernest Borgnine, Klaus Kinski, Mimsy Farmer. Action fans
may get a kick out of this old-fashioned war movie, which has little, if anything, to do with Allied Artists' THE WILD GEESE,
which starred Richard Burton and Roger Moore. The DEA, represented by Borgnine, and other foreign interests recruit
a band of mercenaries led by Robin Wesley (Collins) to sneak into the Thai jungle and destroy an opium crop belonging to an
Asian general. Joining Wesley's "Wild Geese" are ex-con chopper pilot Travers (Van Cleef) and American journalist Kathy
(Farmer), who dropped in to do an interview with the Chinese druglord and ended up his prisoner. Margheriti's action
scenes are pretty straightforward, although a car chase offers some bizarre miniature effects (of Collins' car driving on
the side of a tunnel!), and a priest is found crucified in his mission. Van Cleef and Borgnine provide their own voices,
while Kinski is given an unconvincing British accent. Music by Jan Nemec. Hong Kong and the Philippines fill in
for Thailand.
CODE NAME: ZEBRA (1984)--Directed by Joe
Tornatore. Stars Jim Mitchum, Mike Lane, Timothy Brown, Robert Dryer, Joe Donte. Just released from serving a
seven-year prison stint, hitman Carmine Longo (Lane) begins assassinating the Vietnam-veteran vigilantes who put him in stir.
Among them is Jim (Dryer), the business partner of blue-collar Frank Barnes (Mitchum), who joins forces with Jim's ex-colleagues,
known as Zebra Force, for revenge against Longo and to bring down the drug empire of Longo's Mob employer (Donte). I
don't know how much of CODE NAME relates to the director's 1976 film ZEBRA FORCE, but it seems unlikely the world was waiting
for this sequel. It's quite crudely fashioned and thinly scripted, with Mitchum's lunky character coming across as more
of a dope than a sympathetic hero. Tornatore provides a few action thrills, but nothing you can't find elsewhere and
better. The main gimmick seems to be the appearance of several celebrity offspring, which, in addition to Mitchum, includes
Bing's son Lindsay Crosby, Lou's daughter Chris Costello and Frank Sinatra, Jr. as a lawyer. Also with Buck Flower,
Deana Jurgens and Charles Dierkop.
CODE OF SILENCE (1985)--Directed by Andrew Davis. Stars Chuck Norris, Dennis Farina, Molly Hagan, Henry
Silva. Chuck Norris's best film. He's a Chicago police detective shunned by his fellow cops after testifying against an incompetent
officer who planted a gun on an innocent teenager he accidentally shot. Meanwhile, Chuck must deal with an evil Colombian
drug lord, played by veteran bad guy Silva. Some excellent action scenes enliven this early effort by the director of THE
FUGITIVE, some with Norris doing his own stunts. Chuck's acting isn't too bad either, although not on a par with a supporting
cast of veteran Chicago performers. Norris's best films had good directors; it's unfortunate he usually chose to be directed
by his hack brother Aaron. Davis also directed Steven Seagal's best films.
CODE OF THE SECRET SERVICE (1939)--Directed by Noel Smith. Stars Ronald Reagan, Eddie Foy Jr,
Moroni Olsen. Reagan returns as Secret Service agent Brass Bancroft in this sequel to SECRET SERVICE OF THE AIR.
Brass and comic relief sidekick Gabby (Foy) meet up with a fellow agent in El Paso, where they suspect counterfeiters are
smuggling queer money across the border from Mexico. Brass is framed for the agent's murder, and is pursued into Mexico,
where he encounters a kindly friar (Olsen) who runs a small mission called Santa Margarita. Funny, though..."Santa Margarita"
is the clue to the counterfeiters' location that Brass' late colleague was able to pass along before his murder! At
a lean 58 minutes, CODE pumps along at a nice pace, providing plenty of chases and fights. Reagan is ingratiating and
athletic enough, but Foy's silly clowning wears pretty thin. I've heard that Reagan spoke poorly of CODE in later years,
but I can't imagine why--it's slick, fast and entertaining, if not particularly sophisticated. He played Bancroft in
three other Warner Brothers B-pictures. Also with Rosella Towne, Jack Mower, Edgar Edwards and John Gallaudet.
Music by Bernhard Kaun. Dean Riesner (DIRTY HARRY) worked on the screenplay.
COFFY (1973)--Directed by Jack Hill. Stars Pam Grier, Booker Bradshaw, Sid Haig. "She's the GODMOTHER
of them all...The baddest One-Chick Hit-Squad that ever hit town!" One of the best of Pam's '70s blaxploitation flicks released
by American-International Pictures. Grier is sexy, tough and convincing in her first leading role as a pissed-off nurse named
Coffy out for revenge against the drug dealers responsible for her little sister's overdose. In the most memorable scene,
she blasts a pusher's head off (shown graphically) with a shotgun while topless. Lots of action and nudity, a good cast and
funky music by Roy Ayers. Also with Allan Arbus (Dr. Sidney Freedman from M*A*S*H), William Elliott, Robert DoQui and Linda
Haynes.
THE COLD (1984)--Directed by Bill Rebane. Stars Don Arthur, Carol Perry, Tom Blair. It’s
pretty hard to screw up a tried-and-true premise like this one, but if anyone could, it would be Rebane. Three middle-aged
millionaires invite some young strangers to stay in a creepy old hotel to win a million bucks. Holy cow, wouldn’t
ya know that somebody is killing off the visitors one by one. THE COLD, also known as THE GAME, has some serious logic
and pacing problems, but everyone seems to be trying hard. Rebane could have used more violence and sex (there is a
bit of nudity), but a better script would have helped. The director’s THE GREAT SPIDER INVASION plays on TV in
one scene.
COLD HARVEST (1998)--Directed by Isaac Florentine.
Stars Gary Daniels, Bryan Genesse, Barbara Crampton. The Earth is a dark, sunless wasteland after a comet smacks into
it and a plague wipes out most of the population. It's a dog-eat-dog existence, and one of the roughest canines is Roland
Carver (Daniels), a taciturn bounty hunter who tracks down outlaws, dead or alive. One is childhood pal Little Ray (Genesse),
who slaughters an entire convoy of medical guinea pigs, including Roland's twin brother Oliver (Daniels, natch). Lone
survivor Christine (Crampton), Oliver's widow, carries the miracle gene that could end the worldwide plague, but only if Roland
manages to keep her out of Ray's twisted little hands. Florentine's ampped-up direction and spectacular fight and stunt
scenes coordinated by Akihiro Noguchi keep COLD HARVEST watchable, although Frank Dietz's screenplay is nothing special, Daniels
is slightly miscast as a tough guy, and Genesse's Robert Downey Jr. impression grows old quickly. Music by Steve Edwards.
A COLD NIGHT'S DEATH (1973)--Directed by
Jerrold Freedman. Stars Robert Culp, Eli Wallach. Two scientists--Robert (Culp), an energetic Alpha male who takes
a hands-on approach to problem-solving, and Frank (Wallach), a more straight-laced, literal sort--arrive at an Arctic research
station to investigate after the previous resident, Vogel, stopped sending daily shortwave messages to the base. They
find Vogel frozen in front of a tape recorder in a room with the window wide open and the temperature 20 degrees below zero.
With only three months left to go on their current project, which is to test the stress of outer space travel on chimpanzees,
Robert and Frank roll up their sleeves and dive in to finishing Vogel's work, Robert less eagerly than Frank. While
Frank becomes immediately wrapped up in their assignment--in between cleaning and cooking for both of them--Vogel's mysterious
death haunts Robert, even more so when they learn the cause of death was not a heart attack as they had assumed. Why
would Vogel open a window and freeze to death in an unlocked room? And what was he attempting to record?
To say much more would ruin the surprise and dread inherent in Christopher
Knopf's (THE CHOIRBOYS) teleplay. This is basically a two-man show (the only other cast member is Michael C. Gwynne
as the helicopter pilot who drops the scientists off and retrieves Vogel's corpse) wrapped around a taut mystery: what
caused Vogel's insanity, if indeed he did become mad, and is the same thing happening to Frank and Robert? DEATH is
an excellent showcase for its leads, who make an interesting pair due to their disparate acting styles: Wallach, the
brilliant Method character actor with a tendency to ham, and Culp, the laconic leading man with an offbeat speaking pattern
and interesting ability to express himself through little dialogue. Adding to their performances is a subversive subtext
intimating that the two scientists are more than just work partners. It's implied that the two live together, and their
scenes in the kitchen certainly bear signs of familiar domesticity. Whether or not the filmmakers intended Robert and
Frank to be homosexual, the connotation contributes an extra edge to the material, which builds to a chilling and unexpected
finale fitting of Rod Serling.
Freedman (KANSAS CITY BOMBER) does a fine job suggesting the isolation
and frigid setting (all shooting took place on a 20th Century Fox soundstage), and enhances the uneasy atmosphere with occasional
handheld shots and long takes. Gil Melle's electronic scoring, which added so much to NIGHT GALLERY, is sporadic but
effective. I have only seen this in syndication as A COLD NIGHT'S DEATH, but it's reportedly also known as THE CHILL
FACTOR, which may have been the title under which it originally aired on ABC in January 1973. Aaron Spelling and Leonard
Goldberg were executive producers of this intriguing mix of mystery, horror and science fiction.
COLD STEEL (1987)--Directed by Dorothy Ann
Puzo. Stars Brad Davis, Sharon Stone, Adam Ant, Jonathan Banks. The late Davis, a good actor who was gripping in MIDNIGHT
EXPRESS, slums here as a maverick cop investigating his father's murder. Banks, always a good villain, is a creepy psycho
named Iceman who uses a voice box to speak. Plenty of shootouts and car chases follow. Ant is actually pretty good as a brutal
British bad guy. With Eddie Egan and Sy Richardson.
THE COLLEGE-GIRL MURDERS (1967)--Directed
by Alfred Vohrer. Stars Joachim Fuchsberger, Siegfried Schurenberg, Uschi Glas. I don't know how anyone could
turn this off after watching the strange opening scenes. A wild-haired older scientist develops an odorless poison gas
that kills instantaneously, and then murders his assistant using a book with a gas nozzle hidden inside. He tries to
sell the formula to an unseen buyer in a cemetery, but is strangled by a red robed and hooded monk waving a white bullwhip.
Then a pickpocket is sprung from prison and ordered to deliver a bible to a spectacles-wearing coed, who tumbles from her
church pew after a dose from another gimmicky book.
Known in its native West Germany as DER MONCH MIT DER PEITSCHE (THE
MONK WITH A WHIP), this is another colorful and pulp-derived thriller based on a story by Edgar Wallace; these pictures, known
as "krimis", were quite popular with European audiences. Fuchsberger, a veteran of several krimis, plays Scotland Yard
Inspector Higgins, who teams up with his doddering comic relief boss Sir John (Schurenberg) to investigate the girl's death.
It's followed by the murders of several more college cuties, who live in a fog-shrouded dormitory filled with hidden passages,
secret peepholes and enough red herrings to stock a lake, including the headmistress, a nervous chemistry teacher having an
affair with one of the dead girls, and that old standby, the creepy handyman.
The final reel, which includes another girl trapped in a metal cage
dangling over an alligator pit, goes all out with enough plot twists, unmaskings and story exposition for an entire season
of SCOOBY-DOO episodes, and Fuchsberger, who resembles Tom Brokaw, seems like a charming leading man (I've only seen him in
dubbed productions). I thought the gag in the final shot was cute. Martin Bottcher provided the swinging score.
COLLISION
COURSE (1987)--Directed by Lewis Teague. Stars Jay Leno, Pat Morita. Blame Dino de Laurentiis for financing
this troubled production that sat on the shelf for a couple of years before finally getting a few playdates. I don’t
know who to blame for casting Leno, nobody’s idea of a charismatic action hero, and Morita in a PG buddy-cop movie with
racial overtones. The McGuffin is a Japanese automobile prototype that is stolen and brought to Detroit, where maverick
detective Leno and agreeable Japanese cop Morita become reluctant partners. Teague does stage some decent chases and
stunts (one explosion that blows Leno’s and Morita’s stuntmen out of a window looks particularly hair-raising),
but the script is overly complicated and not very funny. Four other directors, including names John Guillermo (KING
KONG), Richard Fleischer (RED SONYA) and Bob Clark (LOOSE CANNONS), are rumored to have worked on this before Teague took
over. It’s a mess, no question. Filmed on location in Detroit. Also with Chris Sarandon, Tom Noonan,
Al Waxman, Soon-Teck Oh, Ernie Hudson, Richard Gant and Randall “Tex” Cobb. Music by Ira Newborn.
THE COLOR OF NIGHT (1994)--Directed by Richard
Rush. Stars Bruce Willis, Jane March, Ruben Blades. The real-life world of psychiatry takes a massive blow in this over-the-top
thriller, which ranks among the (unintentionally) funniest movies in recent memory. Willis stars as a New York shrink who
gives up his practice after one of his patients commits suicide during a session. He also becomes psychosomatically unable
to see the color red. Depressed, he flies to L.A. to spend some time with his college pal (Scott Bakula), also a successful
analyst. When Bakula is brutally stabbed to death in his office, the police, in the form of cynical lieutenant Blades, suspect
one of the patients in Bakula's Monday night group sessions: an antisocial cop, a nymphomaniacal kleptomaniac, a masochistic
artist, an anal-retentive lawyer and a gender-bending teenager. Willis takes over the group in an effort to ferret out the
killer, and begins a wild sexual relationship with a mysterious young woman (March).
The absurdities pile up like old lumber in director Rush's first
film in 14 years (since 1980's THE STUNT MAN)--silly dialogue, hammy acting, overly bombastic musical score by Dominic Frontiere,
uncomfortable softcore sex scenes between Willis and March (who looks much younger than she really is), and a ridiculous plot
climaxing with an amazingly preposterous "twist" ending that anyone will spot within the first 45 minutes. The "director's
cut" video release is even worse, thanks to a gratuitous lesbian subplot that gives away the twist ending--not that anyone
will be fooled anyway. You know what? It's a terrible movie, but it sure is fun to watch in a sleazy, campy way.
Thank Matthew Chapman and Billy Ray for the hilarious script. Received
much publicity because of a few seconds of Bruce's genitals that were cut out prior to film's theatrical release, but have
been restored in the "director's cut". Also with Lesley Ann Warren, Lance Henriksen, Brad Dourif, Kevin J. O'Connor, Jeff
Corey and Kathleen Wilhoite as the neurotic woman who takes a swandive through Willis's window in the opening scene. Funniest
movie of the decade.
COLORS (1988)--Directed by Dennis Hopper. Stars Sean Penn, Robert Duvall, Maria
Conchita Alonzo. Was hyped as a true-to-life look at L.A. street gangs, but really more of a straight crime drama--albeit
a well-made one. Two cops (rookie Penn and grizzled veteran Duvall) patrol the barrio turf claimed by a pair of rival gangs.
Hopper delivers in the action sequences, and the performances are strong, but I can't help thinking that if Hopper had directed
this movie twenty years earlier, it would have been about the Hell's Angels, and Penn and Duvall would have been the bad guys!
Nice cast includes Jack Nance, Seymour Cassel, Damon Wayans, Tony Todd, Richard Rust, Trinidad Silva and Sy Richardson. The
great Haskell Wexler was Hopper's cinematographer. Music by Herbie Hancock.
COLOSSUS: THE FORBIN PROJECT
(1970)--Directed by Joseph Sargent. Stars Eric Braeden, Susan Clark, Gordon Pinsent. Pretty suspenseful sci-fi about a supercomputer
named Colossus created by American scientists to keep an eye on the Russians and maintain world peace. Things go awry, however,
when Colossus discovers the Soviets have their own supercomputer, and the two machines decide to rule the world themselves.
They gain control of the world's nuclear missiles, and even fire off a few to show they mean business. Literate script by
James Bridges (THE CHINA SYNDROME) and taut direction by Sargent will keep you on the edge of your seat. Also with William
Schallert, Marion Ross, Georg Stanford Brown and Martin E. Brooks. Special effects by Albert Whitlock.
COMA
(1978)--Directed by Michael Crichton. Stars Genevieve Bujold, Michael Douglas, Richard Widmark, Elizabeth Ashley, Rip
Torn. Writer/director Crichton uses our natural aversion to hospitals to fine advantage in this successful thriller
based on Robin Cook’s best-seller. Hell, he hardly has to do anything to raise goosebumps, beyond pointing the
camera at all those stainless steel surgical tools and sterile operating rooms. Of course, Crichton goes beyond that,
staging a couple of suspenseful chases and creating a paranoid atmosphere that takes one’s mind off the plot’s
inconsistencies.
Dr. Susan Wheeler (Bujold), suspicious after a friend of hers emerges
comatose from a routine operation, learns that she isn’t the first, that several other patients have suffered the same
fate and their brain-dead bodies taken to a nearby thinktank called the Jefferson Institute. Boyfriend Dr. Mark Bellows
(Douglas, his first film after leaving THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO), an astute player of hospital politics in line for a
promotion to chief resident, is convinced Susan’s accusations of a conspiracy are crazy. Why would anyone want
to intentionally place random patients into a coma? Of course, that’s the exact question that anyone involved
in the conspiracy would ask, isn’t it?
Crichton is very good at keeping the audience on edge in this thriller
that approaches DePalma in imitating Hitchcock’s nerve-jangling formula of placing an Everyman (or, in this case, Everywoman)
in harm’s way (though without DePalma’s thirst for gore and camera histrionics). The supporting cast supplies
plenty of red herrings, particularly Torn’s rigid physician and Ashley’s robotic Jefferson Institute spokeswoman.
You’ll also see Tom Selleck and Ed Harris in small roles, as well as Lois Chiles, Lance LeGault and Hari Rhodes.
Jerry Goldsmith’s score is sparse but effective.
COMANCHE STATION (1960)--Directed by Budd Boetticher.
Stars Randolph Scott, Nancy Gates, Claude Akins. The last of seven westerns Boetticher and Scott made together in just four
years. Written by Burt Kennedy (SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL GUNFIGHTER), these CinemaScope features were more ambitious than ordinary
westerns, focusing on characterization over action and usually starring Scott as a taciturn loner. In COMANCHE STATION, he's
Cody, who lost his wife ten years previously in a Comanche raid. Ever since, whenever he learns of a white woman kidnapped
by Comanches, he sets out to rescue her in the hope it'll be his wife. This time, it's Nancy Lowe (Gates), whose husband has
offered $5000 to the man who returns her to him. Cody doesn't know about the reward, but Ben Lane (Akins) does. Cody and Lane
were in the Army together, and it was Cody's testimony that led to Lane's court-martial. Circumstances lead the three, along
with Lane's two gunsels, to travel together across treacherous Comanche territory, with Cody planning to return Mrs. Lowe
home and Lane plotting to claim the reward for himself.
Like Boetticher's other westerns with Scott, COMANCHE STATION
features a small cast, the lovely scenery of Lone Pine, California (shot in CinemaScope, but poorly represented in cropped
television prints) and interesting dialogue. Lane's hired hands aren't vicious thugs, but intelligent, introspective men who
question the paths their lives have taken and whether it's too late for them to change. Even Lane is a clever criminal, but
not arrogant; he has great respect for Cody--indeed, one can make a case for the two being separate sides of the same coin.
Scott is his usual sturdy western presence, but the best performance is by Akins, a very good character actor who was later
taken for granted as a standard heavy. Lane's final act, while it may seem foolish to the audience, was no less than the desperate
fate he had resigned himself to, and Akins does a fine job pulling it off. While probably best known as the title character
in TV's idiotic THE MISADVENTURES OF SHERIFF LOBO, Akins appeared in several excellent films, including THE CAINE MUTINY,
THE DEFIANT ONES and INHERIT THE WIND, and deserves a second look by film scholars.
While not as good as THE TALL
T or RIDE LONESOME, COMANCHE STATION is fascinating viewing for western fans on the lookout for something a bit different.
Scott made only one more film, Sam Peckinpah's masterful RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY with Joel McCrea. Also with Skip Homeier and
Richard Rust as Lane's gang. Music by Heinz Roemheld. From Columbia Pictures. Boetticher died in November 2001 at the age
of 89.
COMBAT COPS--See PANIC CITY.
COME SPY WITH ME (1967)—Directed by Marshall
Stone. Stars Troy Donahue, Andrea Dromm, Albert Dekker. Ex-teen idol Donahue hadn’t been doing much when
he signed on to topline this independently produced spy flick. There really isn’t much reason for him to be in
it; his character contributes little to the plot, which concerns rich madman Walter Ludeker’s (Dekker) plan to mine
a section of the Atlantic Ocean near his Caribbean island and blow up a U.S. carrier where a world peace conference is taking
place. The real star is former model Dromm as Jill Parsons, an American agent whose cover is competing in a skin diving
contest. Donahue plays Pete Barker, a swinging charter boat captain who helps sponsor the event. Stone’s
film looks more like a Beach Party movie than a spy flick, as it frequently cuts away from the story for another pointless
scene of youths dancing, bands wailing, and nubile behinds shaking. The budget is low, and the action quotient is even
lower. One of Barker’s mates narrates the movie by telling us exactly what we already know, but this amateurish
storytelling device vanishes in the last third. Maybe Stone ran out of post-production funds. Dromm, probably
best known for a small role in STAR TREK’s second pilot, made only this and THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING, THE RUSSIANS ARE
COMING before bailing on an acting career and returning home to New York. The film’s highlight is its theme composed
and performed by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles.
COMEDIAN (2002)--Directed by Christian Charles.
Stars Jerry Seinfeld, Orny Adams. This not-particularly-illuminating documentary spends a year on the road with two
standup comedians: Jerry Seinfeld, the multimillionaire star of SEINFELD, and Orny Adams, a 29-year-old veteran of smoky
clubs and heckling audiences, still looking for his big break. Charles, who directed Seinfeld in a series of television
commercials, protects his star the best he can, pointing his camera at him backstage, capturing his insecurities, but never
giving us an incisive look at the superstar. It's ironic, I suppose, that Seinfeld, who has nothing to prove and no
reason to even work again, is seen worrying about his craft, dissecting jokes and busting his hump at late-night comedy clubs
trying to come up with an hour's worth of good new material, while Adams acts like the cock of the walk, more obsessed with
stardom than the work and blaming everyone from the audience to comedy festival organizers when his material bombs.
You'll get a chuckle from the jokes (not as many as you might think), but the film's best moment is the one in which Seinfeld
seems the most human--a backstage meeting with Bill Cosby, the Pope of comedy to performers of Seinfeld's generation.
Look closely for glimpses of Seinfeld's famous pals, including Allan Havey, Chris Rock, Colin Quinn, Ray Romano, George Wallace,
Jay Leno, Kevin Nealon, Robert Klein, Garry Shandling and David Letterman.
COMIC BOOK CONFIDENTIAL (1988)--Directed
by Ron Mann. Features William M. Gaines, Harvey Pekar, Robert Crumb, Will Eisner, Stan Lee, Jack Kirby. Fascinating history
of comic books, and how they have changed since the 1930s. Some viewers may be unfamiliar with the works of some of the underground
artists such as Crumb and Pekar, but the talents of MAD creator Gaines and Marvel Comics creators Lee and Kirby (Spider-Man,
X-Men, Fantastic Four) should leave you spinning backwards to your childhood.
COMIN' AT YA! (1981)--Directed by Ferdinando
Baldi. Stars Tony Anthony, Victoria Abril, Ricardo Palacios, Gene Quintano. COMIN' AT YA! is historically significant
in that it kicked off the short-lived 3D craze of the early 1980's, which included films like JAWS 3-D, AMITYVILLE 3-D and
SPACEHUNTER: ADVENTURES IN THE FORBIDDEN ZONE. This violent Italian/Spanish western has fun with the format right from
the opening credits, which appear on various objects star Anthony (also a writer and producer) shoves into the camera lens.
What's most odd about the film is that it often seems too grim, with scenes of torture and violence uncomfortably interspersed
with campy shots that take obvious advantage of the 3D format.
On the afternoon that incompetent bank robbers H.H. Hart (Anthony)
and Abilene (Abril, in one of her first films) are married, Abilene is kidnapped by a gang led by two brothers, Pike (writer
Quintano) and Polk (Palacios), to be auctioned off as a sex slave. The rest of the movie details Hart's attempts to
rescue his wife and gain revenge on her captors. Most of this process involves various objects thrust into our faces,
including rats, flaming arrows, yo-yos, beans, snakes, gold coins and bats.
I haven't seen COMIN' in 3D; only in a blurry, pan-and-scan flat
print. It isn't bad for what it is, I suppose, but the spaghetti western craze had all but vanished in the U.S. by the
time Filmways released this, and there's no way it would have become the hit it was if not for the 3D gimmick (and its fun
trailer that showed nary a clip from the movie, but served as a humorous primer on the 3D process).
COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN (1951)--Directed by Charles
Lamont. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Dorothy Shay, Kirby Grant. Bud is Al, a talent agent whose only clients
are Dorothy (Shay), a pretty lounge singer from the backwoods of Kentucky, and Wilbert (Lou), an incompetent escape artist.
Upon learning that Wilbert is kin to Dorothy and the grandson of legendary hillbilly "Squeezebox" McCoy, the boys follow "The
Manhattan Hillbilly" to Kentucky so Wilbert can inherit his grandpappy's hidden treasure. He discovers that the McCoys
are embroiled in a decades-long feud with the Winfield family, which is additionally fueled when Dorothy falls in love with
handsome Clark Winfield (Grant). The pace is greatly slowed by the many boring songs crooned by Miss Shay, but COMIN'
does supply a few funny moments, mainly when Bud and Lou find room to squeeze in one of their old wordplay routines.
One involving the concept of a 40-year-old man falling in love with a 10-year-old girl is a bit unsettling in today's client,
as is Wilbert's shotgun marriage to his 14-year-old cousin. Margaret Hamilton (THE WIZARD OF OZ) provides a great scene
in which she and Costello torture each other with voodoo dolls. Also with Glenn Strange (from ABBOTT & COSTELLO
MEET FRANKENSTEIN), Joe Sawyer, Ida Moore and Guy Wilkerson.
COMMANDO (1985)--Directed by Mark L. Lester.
Stars Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rae Dawn Chong, Dan Hedaya, James Olson, Alyssa Milano. Soldier Schwarzenegger comes out of retirement
to shoot people and blow things up when bad guys kidnap his daughter (played by WHO'S THE BOSS? starlet Milano). Fans of violent
mayhem will be overjoyed. Arnold gets some good one-liners in between killings. Not the most plausible movie in the world,
but fun in a junky kind of way. With Bill Paxton (who also appeared with Arnold in THE TERMINATOR and TRUE LIES), Bill Duke,
Vernon Wells and Chelsea Field. Alyssa grew up to do topless lesbian love scenes in EMBRACE OF THE VAMPIRE.
COMMANDOS (1968)--Directed by Armando Crispino.
Stars Lee Van Cleef, Jack Kelly, Joachim Fuchsberger. This solid Italian DIRTY DOZEN ripoff casts Van Cleef as Sullivan,
a tough sergeant who recruits a squadron of Italian-American G.I.'s in order to take over an Italian camp in North Africa
and disguise themselves as the enemy until Allied help arrives. Clashing with Captain Valli (Kelly), the desk-experienced
greenhorn in command of the mission, Sullivan finds his stress level heightened when a large squad of "friendly" German soldiers
arrives at the base for a night of R&R. Good performances and plenty of crisp action populate this programmer, which
features writing credits by Dario Argento and Menahem Golan.
COMMITTED (1988)--Directed by William
A. Levey. Stars Jennifer O'Neill, Robert Forster, William Windom. The director of BLACKENSTEIN makes this unsuccessful innocent-trapped-in-an-insane-asylum
thriller. After the suicide of her psychotherapist boss and lover, nurse Susan Manning (O'Neill) accepts a position at the
exclusive hospital run by the noted Dr. Magnus Quilly (Windom). Upon signing her employment papers, Susan realizes that she
has actually committed herself to Quilly's hospital as a patient, and that the staff--including Quilly's batty administrative
assistant and Jones, the stern American Indian head of security--is just as crazy as the patients. Only kindly Dr. Desmond
Moore (Forster) seems sympathetic, but even he refuses to believe Susan really isn't a patient. Then Susan hears a rumor that
Quilly isn't really Quilly after all, but actually a patient who assumed Quilly's identity when he was murdered by someone
at the hospital...
Levey does his best to create a dream-like atmosphere for COMMITTED, but the narrative is just
too illogical, and I never really believed Susan was in much danger. I think the killer's identity was supposed to be a surprise,
but I wasn't fooled. The actors are pretty good and really try, but they can't save this silly and cheap-looking horror movie.
Also with Ron Palillo (WELCOME BACK, KOTTER), Sydney Lassick, Richard Alan and Dennis Smith. The music sounds like library
tracks. Based on the novel CLOCK AND BELL by Susan Claudia.
COMMITTED (2000)--Directed by Lisa Krueger.
Stars Heather Graham, Luke Wilson, Casey Affleck, Patricia Velasquez. COMMITTED, which received a prize for its cinematography
at the Sundance Film Festival, is a strange little film, and a bit hard to recommend. Not because it's bad or dull, since
it certainly isn't either. It has a few colorful characters, some fine performances and a number of striking individual scenes,
but the scattershot story by director Lisa Krueger and an unsympathetic lead character ultimately results in a comedy that
is just, well, okay.
Less than two years after their wedding, Joline (Heather Graham) returns home from work to discover
that hubby Carl (Luke Wilson), a frustrated photojournalist stuck doing food layouts for the newspapers feature page, has
split for parts unknown. Joline takes her wedding vows very seriously, and the idea of divorcing or even thinking negatively
about Carl doesnt even occur to her. Using a picture postcard from Carl as her only clue, Joline tracks Carl to El Paso, Texas,
where she discovers him shooting pics for the local paper and having an affair with Carmen (Patricia Velasquez, the striking
Anck-Su-Namun from THE MUMMY). Not wishing to confront Carl right away, she begins a series of stalkings, chatting up his
boss (Dylan Baker), befriending Carmen and sitting in her rented car outside Carl's desert trailer, where she strikes up a
platonic relationship with Neil (ER's Goran Visnjic), a randy piata maker of Croatian descent who's straightforward about
his attraction to Joline.
Much of what is good about COMMITTED is tangential to the
plot. Casey Affleck gets a lot of laughs as Joline's brother Jay, who's involved in a mnage a trois with a pair of bickering
lesbians and seemingly has more than just a brotherly interest in Joline. Filmmaker Alfonso Arau (LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE)
pops up as an eccentric Mexican medicine man. I liked the brief scene with Dylan Baker, an incident on a desert highway in
which Joline confronts a robber that is startling in its off-the-wall windup and a surprisingly erotic moment in which Neil
runs his hands across Joline's body without ever touching her that puts nearly every other Hollywood sex scene to shame.
As
you can see, there's a lot to like about COMMITTED, but most of these parts--quirky as they are--come and go very quickly.
The film's main liability is its main character and the actress who portrays her. While Joline is to be commended for going
the extra mile or two thousand to save her marriage, her doe-eyed earnestness didn't work for me in the long run; I never
really found her to be very realistic, and ultimately her aggressive stalker techniques started to creep me out. As for Heather
Graham, she's one of Hollywood's brightest young stars, and has appeared in some major films, but has never showed any particular
flair for comedy; in AUSTIN POWERS: THE SPY WHO SHAGGED ME, her nubile yet bland presence as Felicity Shagwell only illustrated
how vital Elizabeth Hurley's chemistry with star Mike Myers was to the success of the original movie. Resplendent in her red
leather pants and the tightest T-shirts the wardrobe department could find, Graham doesn't have the charisma to carry the
film herself; she's like a black hole at the center of all the interesting things and people around her.
At the end
of COMMITTED, I still couldn't decide whether or not I liked it. You could do a lot worse, that's for sure, and with a more
focused screenplay and a different lead, you wouldn't find many comedies that were better. I can't commit to a resounding
recommendation of COMMITTED, but it has its moments. Also with Clea DuVall, Mary Kay Place, Summer Phoenix, Mark Ruffalo and
a perplexing, blink-and-youll-miss-him cameo by Jon Stewart. Music by Calexico.
THE COMPLEAT BEATLES
(1984)--Directed by Patrick Montgomery. Stars the Beatles, George Martin, Brian Epstein. Malcolm McDowell narrates this excellent
documentary on the Fab Four, which uses miles of interviews, news footage, television appearances and live concert films.
Concentrates mostly on the music, using portions of dozens of great Beatle songs. Be warned: very few songs are heard in their
entirety. Was probably the best film record of the Beatles until the BEATLES ANTHOLOGY TV miniseries and videotape collection.
COMPULSION (1959)--Directed by Richard Fleischer. Stars Bradford Dillman, Dean Stockwell, Orson Welles.
The three leads shared the Best Actor award at Cannes for their performances in this retelling of the real-life Leopold &
Loeb murder case. Two brilliant 1920s college students, who share a perverse (and maybe sexual) relationship, kill a 14-year-old
boy just to see what it would be like to take a human life. Welles is their defense attorney (modeled after Clarence Darrow).
Dillman and Stockwell are chilling, and it's too bad that, while they had very successful journeyman careers, neither became
major stars. Stockwell made a comeback in the late '80s after years of apathy and drug abuse, while Dillman settled into a
routine of TV guest appearances. The outstanding supporting cast includes E.G. Marshall, Martin Milner, Richard Anderson and
Diane Varsi in her last role for many years.
THE COMPUTER WORE TENNIS SHOES (1970)--Directed by Robert
Butler. Stars Kurt Russell, Cesar Romero, Joe Flynn, William Schallert, Richard Bakalyan. Disney's 1970s comedies starring
a teenaged Russell are still fun for some reason. In this one, Kurt is a normal college student transformed into a genius
after an electrical charge from the school's supercomputer. Dean Flynn wants Russell to compete in the college bowl, but gangster
Romero wants his talents for evil. Russell played Dexter Riley in two other Disney live-action films (THE BAREFOOT EXECUTIVE
and NOW YOU SEE HIM, NOW YOU DONT).
CON AIR (1997)--Directed by Simon West. Stars Nicolas Cage, John
Cusack, John Malkovich. Gross exercise in indulgence by a music-video director and producer Jerry Bruckheimer, who, with late
partner Don Simpson, also gave us such vulgarities as THE ROCK, DAYS OF THUNDER, and BEVERLY HILLS COP II. A prison plane
is hijacked by its passengers (led by Malkovich as psychotic genius Cyrus the Virus), and the only ones who can save society
from these animals are a longhaired Gulf War vet parolee (Cage with Billy Ray Cyrus hair extensions) who happens to be on
the plane and an earnest FBI agent (Cusack). The ridiculous screenplay appears to have been churned out by high-school boys
whose only desire was to see everything "blowed up real good" with no sense of logic or narrative flow whatsoever. Even a
glossy look and a fine cast (including Mikelti Williamson, Steve Buscemi, Ving Rhames, Rachel Ticotin, Dave Chappelle and
Colm Meaney) can't make this even the least bit entertaining. The score by Hans Zimmer will make your ears bleed. I was amazed
to see Cusack, perhaps the most interesting young actor working today, in something as blatantly commercial and bland as this.
CONAN THE BARBARIAN (1982)--Directed by John Milius. Stars Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sandahl Bergman,
James Earl Jones, Max Von Sydow. Is there an actor anywhere who could have played Robert E. Howard's pulp hero better than
Ah-nold? The plot finds Conan plotting revenge against an evil cult leader (Jones) responsible for the deaths of his parents.
Action-packed tale could have used a little more humor. Good sets and locations. Also with ex-Oakland Raider Ben Davidson
and exploitation great William Smith as Arnold's dad. Written by Milius and Oliver Stone. CONAN THE DESTROYER was the 1985
sequel.
THE CONCORDE...AIRPORT '79 (1979)--Directed by David Lowell Rich. Stars Alain Delon,
George Kennedy, Robert Wagner, Sylvia Kristel, Susan Blakely. You gotta hand it to good ol' Joe Patroni. The blue-collar
hero portrayed by Kennedy in all four AIRPORT adventures moved up in the world very quickly. In AIRPORT, he was just
a mechanic who had a license only to taxi aircraft. In the first sequel four years later, he was Vice President of Columbia
Airlines (with a younger wife and just one son, rather than the five children established in AIRPORT). Now he's piloting
the world's fastest passenger plane, the Concorde, which has just been bought by an American businessman and is preparing
to fly from Washington, D.C. to Moscow with a layover in Paris. Aboard is television journalist Blakely, who has just
learned that her wealthy boyfriend, Kevin Harrison (Wagner), is also an international arms dealer who cares little whether
his customers are friends or foes of the United States. Sure to spill the beans as soon as she reaches Europe, she places
the entire Concorde in jeopardy, since Wagner is willing to blast the plane out of the sky using a guided missile. The
sight of Kennedy and co-pilot Delon putting this big plane through a series of barrel rolls and other aerobatics in an attempt
to dodge Wagner's misslie is second only to the ridiculousness of Kennedy sticking his arm out the cockpit window at 1000
mph to shoot off a flare gun intended to distract the heat seeker...which it does!
If the shoddy visual effects and ludicrous screenplay by Eric
Roth (later to win an Oscar for FORREST GUMP) aren't an indicator of CONCORDE's made-for-television sheen, then its cast,
mostly consisting of foreign-born unknowns and C-level celebrities more often seen on DINAH! than on motion picture screens,
surely is. It's the goofiest AIRPORT cast yet: Jimmie Walker, John Davidson (!), Charo, Bibi Andersson, Mercedes
McCambridge, Martha Raye, David Warner, Eddie Albert, Andrea Marcovicci, Sybil Danning (!!), Cicely Tyson, Avery Schreiber,
Ed Begley Jr. and Robin Gammell. Lalo Schifrin tries to build suspense through music, but there's no way to take a film
in which a group of Swiss skiers dig out a snow-covered runway in ten minutes very seriously. Director Rich prepared
by shooting SST: DEATH FLIGHT for ABC a couple years earlier.
CONCRETE COWBOYS (1979)--Directed by Burt
Kennedy. Stars Jerry Reed, Tom Selleck, Morgan Fairchild, Randy Powell. A pre-MAGNUM Selleck takes second billing
to Reed (SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT) in this amiable crime drama that takes advantage of the "redneck" craze prevalent on network
television at the time (B.J. AND THE BEAR, SHERIFF LOBO). In this pilot, drifters J.D. Reed (Reed) and Will Eubanks
(Selleck) arrive by freight train in Nashville, where they look up hot-shot private eye Lonnie Grimes (Powell), whom they
had met gambling a couple of weeks back. Lonnie's heading out of town on business, but he lets his new buddies use his
plush pad, complete with hot tub, cameras in the bedroom and Corvette. Suckers for a woman in tears, they also decide
to help a young woman named Kate (Fairchild) track down her missing sister, who had come to the Music City with dreams of
becoming a country-music star.
Selleck is still pretty rusty at this point in his career, but works
well with the ever-relaxed Reed. The script by former Hammer veteran Jimmy Sangster (HORROR OF DRACULA) is even looser
than Reed, containing many extraneous characters, predictable plot elements, and barroom brawls. The parade of familiar
faces helps, including Claude Akins, Lucille Benson, Barbara Mandrell, Ray Stevens, Roy Acuff, Grace Zabriskie, Gene Evans
and Red West. When the movie (later titled RAMBLIN' MAN for video) became a series two years later, Geoffrey Scott (CLIFFHANGERS)
played Selleck's character. Executive producer Ernie Frankel worked with Reed, Akins and Benson on the shortlived NASHVILLE
99 series in 1977.
CONEHEADS (1993)--Directed by Steve Barron.
Stars Dan Aykroyd, Jane Curtin, Michelle Burke, Michael McKean, David Spade. Another in a long line of bad films starring
SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE cast members. Aykroyd, Curtin and Burke are a family of pinheaded aliens (from France!) who have blended
into the American way of life just in time to be harassed by a pair of immigration agents (McKean and Spade), who want to
deport our heroes. Why producer Lorne Michaels felt a feature-length version of a fifteen-year-old sketch was necessary, I'm
not sure. Climax does feature some interesting stop-motion animation. Also with Chris Farley, Jason Alexander, Julia Louis-Dreyfus
and Michael Richards from Seinfeld, Tom Arnold, Laraine Newman, Sinbad, Adam Sandler, Phil Hartman, Chris Rock, Garrett Morris,
Jon Lovitz and Jan Hooks.
CONFESSIONS OF A DANGEROUS MIND (2002)--Directed
by George Clooney. Stars Sam Rockwell, Drew Barrymore, George Clooney, Julia Roberts. Clooney made his directorial
debut with this ambitious adaptation of game show host Chuck Barris' autobiography, in which the creator of THE GONG SHOW
and THE NEWLYWED GAME claimed to have worked as a CIA assassin when not producing television shows. Rockwell (GALAXY
QUEST) plays Barris, who's recruited in the 1960's by shadowy operative Jim Byrd (Clooney) and trained to kill in a secret
headquarters where it's implied Jack Ruby and Lee Harvey Oswald are his classmates! He soon meets and falls in love
with free-spirited Penny (Barrymore), but their relationship is a rocky one, what with Chuck busy creating dumb TV shows,
assassinating foreign enemies and trysting with mysterious spy Patricia (Roberts).
I thought CONFESSIONS was energetic and intermittently entertaining,
but nothing special. The performances were a big letdown. I never believed Rockwell was playing a character in his mid-50's
or Barrymore was approaching 40? Roberts was out of her element as well, but I liked Clooney quite a bit and a lot of the
character actors like Richard Kind, Rutger Hauer and especially Robert John Burke as the "drill instructor". I got a kick
out of some of the in-jokes, such as a warm tribute to LUX SHOW star Rosemary Clooney (the director's aunt, of course).
As a director, I thought George did a nice job of telling a complicated story, using set changes (digital effects, I imagine),
casting archetypes and time shifts as shorthand. The musical score by Alex Wurman is fantastic, and the interview segments,
featuring the real Barris, Jaye P. Morgan, Dick Clark and others, worked for me (although they were clearly scripted).
I had a schizophrenic response to CONFESSIONS, liking much of it and
being disappointed by much of it. I think Rockwell has a career as a second banana ahead of him, but lacks star charisma.
And I think Clooney shows great promise as a director (he obviously had a good mentor, as we know, in executive producer Steven
Soderburgh), and I look forward to seeing what he does next. Also with Kristen Wilson, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Krista Allen,
and cameos by Matt Damon and Brad Pitt.
CONFESSIONS OF SORORITY GIRLS (1994)—Directed
by Uli Edel. Stars Jamie Luner, Alyssa Milano, Brian Bloom. Showtime remade a handful of AIP B-movies of the 1950s,
and this one is based on 1957’s SORORITY GIRL, which was directed by Roger Corman. Debra Hill and Gigi Vorgan’s
screenplay more or less follows Leo Lieberman’s original plot, but pads it with unnecessary subplots while making the
lead character less dimensional. Stunning redhead Luner (formerly a child star on TV’s JUST THE TEN OF US) plays
Sabrina, a rich bitch who joins her late sister’s college sorority and proceeds to rip it apart for no other reason
than that she can. She nearly kills a family of fisherman while driving a Chris Craft recklessly and seduces her French
teacher into a compromising position so she can blackmail him for a passing grade. She takes an immediate dislike to
her good-girl roommate Rita (Milano, later to join Luner on MELROSE PLACE), the president of the sorority, and attempts to
ruin her by revealing her family’s dark secret and by seducing her boyfriend Mort (Bloom). Unlike Susan Cabot,
the lead in SORORITY GIRL, who played the role with a degree of subtlety and cunning, Luner is just a bitch. Whereas
Cabot’s character had a specific purpose behind her cruel behavior, Luner is just pure evil and unrealistically so,
eventually turning to arson and murder. Also with Judson Mills, Danni Wheeler and Sadie Kratzig. Music by Hummie
Mann. Edel filmed the climax on the beaches of Malibu, which may have also been where Corman shot his movie.
CONGO (1995)--Directed by Frank Marshall. Stars
Laura Linney, Dylan Walsh, Ernie Hudson, Tim Curry. A good old-fashioned jungle adventure in the Spielberg mode. Plot finds
a group of adventurers traveling deep into the heart of the African rain forest in search of an ancient lost city and the
gold mines of King Solomon. Linney, a scientist working for mean-spirited millionaire Joe Don Baker, is on a quest for a flawless
diamond that will revolutionize communications, while animal lover Walsh just wants to return his pet talking gorilla Amy
to the wilderness in which she was born. Obviously the film would have worked better without one, or maybe both, of the subplots,
despite the amazing technology that went into making the gorilla suits as realistic as possible (no actual apes were used).
CONGO is a throwback to the old jungle movies of the '50s. All the clichs are present: the exploding volcano, the great White
Hunter (Hudson), the token supporting players who are bumped off along the way, the stock one-dimensional characterizations.
All this works to the film's favor, I think. It's a big-budget Saturday matinee for the '90s. Also with Joe Pantoliano and
James Karen. Script by John Patrick Shanley. Music by Jerry Goldsmith. From the director of ARACHNOPHOBIA.
THE CONQUEROR OF ATLANTIS (1965)--Directed
by Alfonso Brescia. Stars Kirk Morris, Luciana Gilli, Andrea Scotti, Piero Lulli. Heracles (Morris) is shipwrecked
in the desert and nursed back to health by beautiful Princess Virna (Gilli). The muscleman is instantly smitten, but
Virna tells him it could never work between them and sends him on his way. Heracles, never one to pass up an opportunity
to score, finds Virna's ring where she had dropped it in the sand, and walks across the desert to return it. He then
finds himself involved in a bloody dispute between rival Arabs, which gets put on hold when Virna is kidnapped and spirited
away to a mysterious hidden city wherein hides the last survivors of Atlantis. Insidious, green-bearded despot Ramir
(Piero Lulli) plans to use his army of sexy Amazon warriors and gold-skinned, zipper-jumpsuited zombies to rule, and has kidnapped
Virna to be his next queen. Accompanied by sidekick Karr (Scotti), Heracles manages to pound the life out of Ramir's
zombies, destroying his castle and plans of terror in the process. The combination of sword & sandal tomfoolery
and pulp SF is a good match, allowing Brescia to engage in several badly choreographed fight scenes and setpieces, which often
include the firing of a laser handgun shaped like a lizard. CONQUEROR is an Italian/Egyptian co-production and may have
been filmed in the Egyptian desert. It may not be art. It may not even be good. But if you can't achieve
a few laughs and a sense of riotous fun from it, you just aren't trying very hard. Morris also played Maciste and Samson
a number of times.
CONQUEST OF THE PLANET OF THE APES (1972)--Directed
by J. Lee Thompson. Stars Roddy McDowall, Don Murray, Ricardo Montalban, Hari Rhodes. In this fourth segment of the highly
profitable series, talking apes live as slaves under the reign of human governor Murray; that is, until chimp McDowell talks
them into a full-scale rebellion. Not bad, but the series is beginning to show its age.
CONSPIRACY (2008)—Directed by Adam Marcus.
Stars Val Kilmer, Gary Cole, Jennifer Esposito. A more shameless ripoff of BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK, you’ve never
seen. You know how it goes: crippled war vet (Kilmer) arrives in tiny desert town to visit a war buddy of non-American
descent, gets shined on by the townspeople, hotel clerk tries not to give him a room, cops give him a hard time, he tries
to rent a car or taxi to take him out to the (non-existent) address where his friend lived, etc., etc., etc. Gary Cole
basically plays Dick Cheney, the CEO of a billion-dollar company called “Halicorp” that’s involved with
starting wars, arming both sides, and cleaning up the messes left behind. He’s also living in some Arizona desert
town, making life miserable for the fifty people who live in it. Obviously, the basic story is a great one that's hard
to screw up, which makes the movie as good as it is. Also, director Marcus (JASON GOES TO HELL: THE FINAL FRIDAY) likes
gore, so there are some sweet squibs, fingers chopped off, knives in mouths, etc. The dull title and bland cover art
(featuring Kilmer’s head PhotoShopped on someone else’s much trimmer body) won’t help CONSPIRACY’s
chances of being seen by discriminating video renters. Shot in New Mexico, where Kilmer lives.
CONSPIRACY:
THE TRIAL OF THE "CHICAGO 8" (1987)--Directed by Jeremy Kagan. Stars Peter Boyle, Robert Carradine, Robert Loggia,
Elliott Gould. This gripping docudrama uses actual dialogue from the trial of eight antiwar activists, including Abbie Hoffman
and Jerry Rubin, accused in the riots following the Chicago Democratic national convention of 1968. Well-done performances
and good use of news footage and interviews with the trial's real participants. Made for HBO.
CONTACT (1997)--Directed by Robert Zemeckis.
Stars Jodie Foster, Matthew McConaughey, James Woods. Zemeckis' first film after winning the Academy Award for FORREST GUMP
was this ambitious, intelligent, but ultimately disappointing adult science-fiction drama. Foster is Dr. Ellie Arroway, an
idealistic astronomer who spends her entire life peering through telescopes and listening to faraway radio signals with hopes
of someday learning of life on other planets. One night, she does pick up something: transmissions from a faraway star called
Vega, which could only have been sent intentionally from someone (or something) more advanced than us. Whoever is sending
the signals also sends blueprints for a machine that, just maybe, will enable us to travel to their planet. Foster wants to
go, but, unfortunately, so does her superior in the project, a two-faced Presidential advisor played by Tom Skerritt. She
also butts heads with government officials, who refuse to believe this machine could be used for anything but conquest, and
a former lover, a theologian (McConaughey). The film's big letdowns are some extremely silly scenes involving a Howard Hughes-like
billionaire played by John Hurt and an anticlimactic copout of an ending. However, the film does ask some interesting questions
about our faith in God, our insignificance in the vast universe, and, while not serving up the sense of wonder and awe that
Steven Spielberg did in CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND, is reasonably effective sci-fi. The opening shot is truly breathtaking,
but Zemeckis can't sustain the momentum. Perhaps some humor would have helped. Co-written by James V. Hart, who scripted mediocre
films for Spielberg (HOOK) and Coppola (BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA). Music by Alan Silvestri. Visual effects by Ken Ralston. Also
with Angela Bassett, Rob Lowe, Jake Busey, David Morse and President Bill Clinton (thanks to the use of the same computer
technology that allowed Forrest Gump to shake hands with John F. Kennedy).
CONTINENTAL DIVIDE (1981)—Directed by Michael
Apted. Stars John Belushi, Blair Brown. CONTINENTAL DIVIDE was written by Lawrence Kasdan, executive-produced
by Steven Spielberg, directed by Michael Apted (COAL MINER’S DAUGHTER), stars John Belushi, and you probably never heard
of it. It was likely a bold attempt by Belushi to play "not John Belushi" as a follow-up to 1941 and THE BLUES BROTHERS.
It's a meandering romantic comedy in which Belushi plays a man-about-town Chicago newspaperman (think Mike Royko) who pursues
a human-interest story about an ornithologist (Brown, a good actress who never again got a feature role this big) living alone
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