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ALIEN NATION (1988)--Directed by Graham Baker.
Stars James Caan, Mandy Patinkin, Terence Stamp, Kevyn Major Howard. Starts off with an interesting science fiction premise,
but deteriorates into a routine buddy-cop thriller. Peaceful aliens have landed on Earth and have acclimated themselves to
our culture. When a liquor store owner is gunned down by a gang of "Newcomers", bigoted L.A. detective Caan is reluctantly
teamed with alien cop Patinkin. The two eventually stumble onto a secret alien drug ring. Caan is funny and energetic in his
first role after a self-imposed "retirement". Produced by Gale Anne Hurd, whose then-husband James Cameron allegedly rewrote
Rockne S. O'Bannon's script. Stan Winston did some of the visual effects. Later became a Fox TV series with Gary Graham and
Eric Pierpoint.
ALIEN OUTLAW (1985)—Directed by Phil Smoot.
Stars Kari Anderson, Lash LaRue. Former grip/cameraman/producer/production manager Smoot directed his only two films
in 1985. The second was this amateurish but good-natured backyard SF movie that anticipates PREDATOR. Monsters
from outer space land in the woods near a small North Carolina town and hunt the locals. Only a trick-shooting carny
with sexy legs (Anderson) and former B-western star LaRue can stop them. Anderson looks good running around in small
buckskin shorts and pistols, but isn’t much of an actress—not that much thespian ability is called for among the
fright masks and ray guns. LaRue’s old ‘40s rival Sunset Carson makes a cameo.
ALIEN PREDATOR (1987)—Directed by Deran Sarafian.
Stars Dennis Christopher, Lynn-Holly Johnson, Martin Hewitt. Did you know Skylab fell to Earth not in Australia, but just
outside of Duarte, Spain in 1979? Well, didja? Five years after that, alien microbes begin to infect the area, giving people
nosebleeds and creating nasty, gooey parasites that explode out of them. Who can save the Earth from catastrophe? Three bratty
American youths in an RV towing a dune buggy. None of them bothered to learn any Spanish, so who knows why they picked Spain
for a vacation. Damon (BREAKING AWAY’s Christopher with a horrid spikey haircut) and Michael (ENDLESS LOVE’s Hewitt)
both have the hots for Samantha (ICE CASTLES’ Johnson with no skates in sight), whose main character trait is that she’s
a lousy cook.
Sarafian, the son of veteran Hollywood director Richard Sarafian
(VANISHING POINT), made his film debut as a director and writer and isn’t so hot at either (he would get better). He
wants his film to be a monster movie with gore and comedy. Not a bad idea on the surface, but the comedy is clumsy and obnoxious.
The special effects are not bad, and the choice of Spanish locations as the setting is inspired, though Sarafian was more
likely attracted to the exchange rate. Filmed as THE FALLING, but cynically retitled to rip off videotape renters looking
for ALIEN or PREDATOR sequels.
ALIEN: RESURRECTION (1997)--Directed by Jean-Pierre
Jeuret. Stars Sigourney Weaver, Winona Ryder, Ron Perlman, Dominique Pinon, Michael Wincott. Pointless retread that should
bury the ALIEN series once and for all. Ripley (Weaver, who is pretty good), who committed suicide in the previous film after
discovering she was pregnant with the last remaining Queen, is brought back as a clone 200 years later by military scientists
drifting in unprotected space. She is revived in order to extract the Queen from her, so the scientists can create a new species
of creatures. Why? I don't really know, but suffice to say that there is absolutely nothing here that hasn't been done or
said many times before. The sets and special effects are appropriately dark and creepy, but Ryder is miscast as an android
pirate, and the story by Joss Whedon (SPEED) makes less sense as the film goes along. The always interesting Brad Dourif puts
in an appearance as a scientist. Dull score by John Frizzell.
ALIEN TERMINATOR (1995)--Directed by Dave Payne.
Stars Maria Ford, Lisa Boyle. Despite its ten-cent title, there are no aliens or terminators in this movie, but there
is a lame chest-bursting scene. A bunch of terrible softcore porn actors pretending to be genetic scientists are one
year and 364 days into a two-year stint in an underground research facility. One cuts himself while snorting coke and
accidentally creates an unstoppable seven-foot monster. Tomboy McKay (Ford), who unconvincingly wears her cap at a jaunty
backwards angle, spearheads the search for the creature before their oxygen wears out in two hours. Besides shots of
Boyle's bare boobs, nothing in this movie is good or even interesting. The monster is hardly seen, which is good, because
what we do see is pretty poor. None of the actors are convincing in their roles, least of all Boyle, who asks one of
her fellow scientists to "speak English" instead of reciting relatively elementary science jargon. For some reason,
the brunette Ford appears neither nude nor in the sexy stripper outfit pictured on the video box. Also with Rodger Halson,
Kevin Alber, Bob McFarland and Emile Levisetti. Boyle is billed as "Cassandra Leigh" in the opening scrawl, but as Boyle
in the closing credits.
ALIEN 3 (1992)--Directed by David Fincher. Stars
Sigourney Weaver, Lance Henriksen, Charles Dance, Charles S. Dutton. Abysmal sequel was the debut feature of a director best
known for his music videos. This one finds Weaver crash-landing on a prison planet populated by men with mostly British accents,
and makes the major mistake of killing off early (offscreen) the survivors of ALIENS whom we rooted for so hard. The sex element
is mostly ignored in favor of the action, but the film is dull, and the storyline unintelligible. The action scenes feature
many interested point-of-view creature shots, but they are repetitive and become tedious. Script by David Giler, Walter Hill
and Larry Ferguson. Weaver commits suicide at the end after becoming impregnated by an alien (!). Also with Paul McGann and
Brian Glover. Elliot Goldenthal provided the score.
ALIENATOR (1989)--Directed by Fred Olen Ray.
Stars John Philip Law, Jan-Michael Vincent, Ross Hagen, Teagan Clive. Here's another cheapjack SF movie directed by
Ray. The sets and costumes are among the worst ever seen in a "professional" motion picture as Ray's all-star cast of
misfits tries to keep a straight face. Alien murderer Kol (Hagen) escapes from a cruel prison planet run by an ironfisted
warden (top-billed Vincent) and hijacks a spaceship to Earth, where he crashlands in Topanga Canyon and is found injured by
four obnoxious teenagers. They take him to Forest Ranger Ward Armstrong's (Law), where everyone disbelieves his story
of coming from another planet. That is, until the Alienator (bodybuilder Clive, billed as "Teagan"), an "android" dressed
in a white fright wig, leather boots and a pitiful mask, comes looking for Kol, blasting everything and everyone in her path.
Yes, it's another lame TERMINATOR ripoff that pits an unstoppable killing machine against a forest ranger and four nitwit
teens.
Like other Ray extravaganzas, ALIENATOR is mostly fun to watch just
to see how drunk its cast is. Vincent in particular looks plastered, even to the point of slurring his dialogue.
That's why it's so surprising that Law is pretty good, maybe because he actually believes in Ray and writer Paul Garson's
hackneyed premise or maybe just because he's a professional. Robert Quarry (COUNT YORGA, VAMPIRE) put in a day of work
as an alcoholic doctor, Leo Gordon (THE INTRUDER) is convincingly badass as a war vet, P.J. Soles (ROCK 'N' ROLL HIGH SCHOOL)
still looks foxy as Vincent's assistant, Robert Clarke (THE HIDEOUS SUN DEMON) embarrasses himself as Vincent's stuffy superior,
and Hoke Howell (GRAND THEFT AUTO) and Fox Harris (FORBIDDEN WORLD) in his last role play a couple of hillbilly hunters.
I'd be surprised if it took Ray more than ten days to make it. Also with Ray's talent-challenged wife Dawn Wildsmith,
Richard Wiley, Jay Richardson, Dan Golden and Joe Pilato.
Note: When I first wrote this, I made a reference to Chuck Cirino's "droning" score.
Later, I received an e-mail from Cirino that denied the score was his, even though he receives on-screen credit for it.
With his permission, I have printed Cirino's version of what happened concerning the ALIENATOR music below:
The movie was shot in about 5 days. I also scored it in
about 5 days. (Director) Fred (Olen Ray) and producer Jeff (Hogue) were very happy with the score when it was done.
Later, Fred was the one who told me the distributors were replacing it but he didn't seem to know the reason. My
score was melodically unique but electronic in its execution and style -- yet I have reused cues in one of my own productions:
http://www.weirdtv.com So it couldn't have been that bad.
This was an ultra-low budget production
from square one. I surmise that because I retained ownership of the complete soundtrack (writer's share and publisher's
share), the only sane reason to replace an okay score with a bad one would be to own the music outright (and collect the royalties
worldwide -- something I would still be doing if they had kept my score intact).
I do not know who
they hired to re-score it. All I know is what is evident: The new composer must have had three hours to
redo the whole thing. The distributors didn't even have the decency to change the opening title credits - that would
have cost them more money. Fred told me he would have been happier with the original score - but it was not his choice.
If anyone would like to take the credit for scoring this film, please step forward and claim your right.
For God's sake, you deserve it.
ALIENS (1986)--Directed by James Cameron. Stars Sigourney
Weaver, Michael Biehn, Paul Reiser, Carrie Henn, Bill Paxton, Lance Henriksen, Jenette Goldstein. Sequel finds Weaver returning
to the alien's home planet after 38 years in suspended animation, but this time she's accompanied by a band of soldiers led
by Biehn and a slimy government flunky (well played by comedian Reiser). More of a straight action picture than a horror tale,
the bloodletting begins early and doesn't let up until the truly nail-biting climax. Weaver was nominated for an Oscar for
her performance--an extremely rare achievement for a genre film. Stan Winston's visual effects did win an Oscar. Lance Henriksen
is interesting as a sympathetic android. Music by James Horner. "Game over, man! Game over!"
ALL MONSTERS ATTACK--See GODZILLA'S REVENGE.
ALL NIGHT LONG (1981)—Directed by Jean-Claude
Tramont. Stars Gene Hackman, Barbra Streisand, Dennis Quaid, Kevin Dobson, Diane Ladd. A wonderful performance
by Hackman isn’t enough to cancel out an awful one by a miscast Streisand in this tame farce that wants to be a screwball
comedy, but lacks the pacing and laughs. A good film could have been made using the basic premise, which is that middle-aged
drug store executive Hackman finds himself demoted to managing the overnight shift in a Los Angeles store, which is inhabited
by all kinds of crazies on both sides of the counter. Unfortunately, Belgian director Tramont and writer W.D. Richter
(BRUBAKER) plop a dull romance between Hackman and his teenage son’s (Quaid) older married girlfriend (Streisand) into
the middle of it. The two leads have no romantic chemistry, and Streisand’s character is obviously a movie character
who acts nothing like an actual person. It’s hard to see why Hackman would find her interesting, not to mention
irresistible enough to leave his wife (Ladd) for her. Ira Newborn and Richard Hazard’s syrupy score and the plastic
sets lend the feature an artificiality that matches its love story. Also with William Daniels, Hamilton Camp, Richard
Stahl, Vernee Watson, Chris Mulkey, Terry Kiser, Charles Siebert and Annie Girardot.
ALL OF ME (1984)--Directed by Carl Reiner. Stars
Steve Martin, Lily Tomlin, Victoria Tennant, Richard Libertini. A mystical experiment goes awry, and the soul of a cruel millionairess
(Tomlin) is transferred into the body of a lawyer, played by Martin. Excellent performance by Martin, who was named Best Actor
by the New York Film Critics, but was inexplicably denied an Oscar nomination. Scenes of Martin wrestling for control of his
own body are very funny indeed. Reiner's direction is flat as always, but a good script by Phil Alden Robinson (FIELD OF DREAMS)
and Martin's performance make this worth seeing. Also with Madolyn Smith and Dana Elcar.
ALL THE BOYS LOVE MANDY LANE (2006)—Directed
by Jonathan Levine. Stars Amber Heard, Anson Mount, Michael Welch, Aaron Himelstein. As of this writing, this Texas-lensed
throwback with a recognizable American star (Maxim cover girl Amber Heard of PINEAPPLE EXPRESS and the STEPFATHER remake)
has received neither a theatrical nor home video release in the United States. It isn’t the most original or the goriest
horror movie I’ve seen lately, but it delivers some wit and quality shocks and deserves to be seen by more people.
(Note: ALL THE BOYS LOVE MANDY LANE joins THE HOUSE OF THE DEVIL,
TRICK ‘R’ TREAT, and FROZEN, to name just a few recent shockers that have had difficulties reaching the wide audience
they deserve. Have studios lost their nerve or just their ability to recognize a potential moneymaking horror picture when
they see one?)
Mandy Lane (Heard) is a high school junior, a Good Girl whose boobs
grew over the summer, which found her a new group of friends, mainly narcissists and skanks, while leaving her previous best
friend Emmet (TWILIGHT’s Michael Welch) wanting. One of her new posse, Red (Aaron Himelstein), invites her to join the
gang at his family’s ranch house for a weekend of drinking, drugging, and, as far as the boys are concerned, popping
Mandy’s cherry.
However, since director Jonathan Levine and writer Jacob Forman are
making their feature debuts by mining ‘80s slasher movies and not teen sex comedies, instead of being publicly humiliated
in their efforts to bed Amber, the boys (and the girls, for that matter) are killed. The killer’s identity isn’t
much of a surprise, nor does Levine intend it to be, and MANDY LANE’s biggest problem is that the murders don’t
happen quickly enough. The only two killings in the film’s first hour are, naturally, the couple that has sex.
Another failing is that none of the young characters are particularly
sympathetic, though my guess is Levine and Forman intended this. By focusing on hang-ups typical of 21st century teenagers,
such as body image, the filmmakers appear to be making a statement about disenchanted teens.
More important, Levine is nudging teen horror movies themselves. Not
with his elbow in your ribs the way Wes Craven did in SCREAM—in fact, MANDY LANE exhibits startlingly little humor—but
by taking one of the genre’s most popular clichés and spinning it sideways in a memorable third-act plot twist.
The film’s benefits outweigh the deficits however. Heard delivers
a nicely shaded performance, and Anson Mount (co-star of Dick Wolf’s CONVICTION TV series) is ruggedly heroic as a hunky
ranch hand. Much of the terror takes place outdoors during daylight, unusual for the genre, and is nicely shot by Darren Genet
(KINGS). I also grinned at the witty Bobby Vinton song that concludes the picture. Gore is dished out conservatively, which
may bum some horror fans, though Levine’s flagrant portrayal of drug use and sexuality better make the film’s
point.
Harvey and Bob Weinstein, the former heads of Miramax, bought ALL
THE BOYS LOVE MANDY LANE in 2006, but sat on it after their GRINDHOUSE failed at the box office. A year later, The Weinstein
Co. sold the film to Senator Entertaiment, which announced plans to release it domestically in early 2008. That never happened,
and as of the fall of 2010, MANDY LANE is still unavailable in North America, though it has been seen in nearly every other
market worldwide.
ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN (1976)--Directed by Alan
J. Pakula. Stars Robert Redford, Dustin Hoffman, Jason Robards, Jack Warden, Hal Holbrook. Exciting political thriller based
upon the best-selling novel by Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein. Redford and Hoffman are Woodward
and Bernstein, the guys who broke the Watergate story and catapulted to fame. The film shows newspaper work to be pretty tedious
most of the time--making phone calls, doing rewrites, putting puzzle pieces together one at a time--yet the movie is well-paced
and very exciting. Holbrook plays the mysterious Deep Throat, who only meets Redford in spooky dark parking garages. Robards
won a Best Supporting Actor Oscar as Post editor Ben Bradlee; so did William Goldman's screenplay. It was also nominated for
Best Picture, but somehow lost to ROCKY. Also with John McMartin, Robert Walden, Stephen Collins and Martin Balsam. Music
by David Shire.
ALLIGATOR (1980)--Directed by Lewis Teague. Stars Robert Forster, Robin Riker.
John Sayles penned this tongue-in-cheek “what if” horror movie set in the Midwest. As in, “what if
those urban legends about gators in the sewers were true.“ The always reliable Forster stars as a police detective
investigating a series of mysterious disappearances set in and around the sewer system. Not that anyone believes him,
but he soon discovers the cause: a baby alligator (named Ramon) which was flushed down a toilet ten years earlier and
has grown to immense size, thanks to the various wastes flowing around down there. Obviously inspired by JAWS (or more
likely PIRANHA, which also was penned by Sayles), ALLIGATOR is great fun, mixing action, horror and laughs, and held together
by Forster’s solid performance. Pretty Riker does fine as the love interest, and cult-movie fans will get a kick
out seeing Dean Jagger, Henry Silva, Sydney Lassick and Jack Carter getting munched on. Also with Angel Tompkins, Michael
V. Gazzo, Bart Braverman, Perry Lang and Sue Lyon. Teague did FIGHTING BACK next.
THE ALLNIGHTER
(1987)--Directed by Tamar Simon Hoffs. Stars Susanna Hoffs, Joan Cusack, Michael Ontkean, Dedee Pfeiffer (Michelle's sister),
John Terlesky. Bangles lead singer Hoffs stars in this dumb teen comedy directed by her mom. On the night before graduation,
roommates Molly (Hoffs), Val (Pfeiffer) and Gina (Cusack) get into all kinds of mischief, including Molly falling for a rock
star (Ontkean) and Val and Gina being arrested for soliciting. Surprisingly, Hoffs doesn't do any singing, which is too bad,
since her acting is pretty bad. She performs most of her scenes with an uncomfortably stiff smile plastered on her face, and
her most memorable moments--dancing in her underwear to an Aretha Franklin tune and a PG-13 nude love scene with Terlesky--come
off somewhat creepy when you remember they're being directed by her mother. Mike + the Mechanics and Timbuk 3 contributed
to the soundtrack. Also with James Shanta, Phil Brock, Meshach Taylor, Max Perlich and Pam Grier. Music by Charles Bernstein.
ALMOST FAMOUS (2000)--Directed by Cameron Crowe. Stars Billy Crudup, Frances McDormand, Kate Hudson,
Patrick Fugit, Jason Lee, Philip Seymour Hoffman. Crowe, who once went undercover in a California high school to research
his book FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH, plumbs his own teenage years as a journalist for ROLLING STONE in this sprawling and
exuberant look at the rock-and-roll scene of the 1970s. 15-year-old William Miller (Fugit), a child prodigy with an overbearing
but loving mother (played by McDormand), is given an assignment by legendary rock critic Lester Bangs (Hoffman) to pen a 1000-word
essay on Black Sabbath. William is denied access to the band, but does manage to hang out with the opening act, a hard-rock
foursome called Stillwater led by charismatic guitarist Russell Hammond (Crudup) and envious lead singer Jeff Bebe (Lee).
More importantly, William is befriended by the bewitching Penny Lane (Hudson), a groupie who prefers to think of herself as
a Band-Aid since she only gives the band oral sex. The rest of the film chronicles William's coming-of-age adventures on the
Stillwater tour, as he experiences sex for the first time, witnesses the drug scene, befriends Russell (despite Lester's warning
that "they are not your friends"), engages in embarrassing phone conversations with his mother and falls in love with Penny,
an engaging free spirit who dreams of living in Morocco and is deluded about her true relationship with Russell.
If
ALMOST FAMOUS, one of 2000's best films, has a major flaw, it is that the rock lifestyle as related by Crowe is much too PG-13
(the film is inexplicably rated R) to be believable. There's no nudity, hardly any drug use (characters talk about pot, but
don't smoke any), and the decadent backstage scene is mostly represented by behind-closed-doors giggling and empty wine bottles.
Perhaps this Disney-fied lifestyle is the way Crowe chooses to remember the period as a symbol of his own innocence; nonetheless,
it doesn't stand in the way of the wit of Crowe's screenplay and the marvelous performances by his actors. Fugit is marvelous
in his feature debut, using his baby-fat looks to accentuate the character's awkwardness in a world he could never even envision,
much less understand. Crudup (in a part originally earmarked for Brad Pitt) shows signs of becoming a major star, finding
the vulnerability beneath arrogant rock god Russell, while Hudson (Goldie Hawn's lookalike daughter) positively illuminates
the screen, making Penny Lane the sweetest rock groupie you've ever seen and tearing your heart out as she struggles with
her own feelings about both Russell and William.
Using period rock anthems by Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, The Who, Simon
& Garfunkel, The Raspberries and others, Crowe does a nice job establishing his rock-and-roll milieu and keeping an eye
on the details, right down to having the television in the hotel room where William loses his virginity play Steely Dan's
appearance on MIDNIGHT SPECIAL, which is what was airing during Crowe's own introduction into manhood. I liked the Stillwater
photos used on their T-shirts and ROLLING STONE cover, which look exactly like any Grand Funk or Black Oak Arkansas shot of
the day. Although rock music is the setting of ALMOST FAMOUS, the movie is really about William and his early ascent into
adulthood, about how he, as Simon & Garfunkel put it on BOOKENDS, walked out to look for America. He finds it and, in
the process, himself.
Also with Anna Paquin, Fairuza Balk, Bijou Phillips, Terry Chen (as ROLLING STONE editor Ben
Fong-Torres), Zooey Deschanel, Tom Cruise's brother William Mapother, Peter Frampton and Noah Taylor. Crowe's wife, Heart
songwriter Nancy Wilson, composed the score. John Toll, an Oscar winner for THE THIN RED LINE, was the cinematographer. STILLWATER
and UNTITLED CAMERON CROWE PROJECT were possible titles mulled over by Crowe, who chose ALMOST FAMOUS just days before he
had to shoot the opening title sequence, which shows Crowe's hands writing the credits in pencil.
ALMOST HUMAN (1974)--Directed by Umberto Lenzi.
Stars Tomas Milian, Henry Silva, Laura Belli. Joseph Brenner released this Italian crime drama at least three times
in the U.S. under different titles, including KIDNAP OF MARY LOU, DEATH DEALER and, in 1980, ALMOST HUMAN, using a marketing
campaign that made it look like a horror movie. Milian plays one horrible bastard alright, a petty hood named Guilio
Sacchi who masterminds a plot to kidnap Mary Lou (Belli), the daughter of a wealthy industrialist. Sacchi is just about
as cruel as they come, murdering several innocent men and women over the course of the film, including his girlfriend, a couple
of topless women he dangles from a chandelier and a man he forcibly sodomizes. Silva is good as the angry policeman
assigned to the case, but he doesn’t get the screen time to match co-billing with Milian. Lenzi is more interested
in the bad guy. Action scenes and chases are top-notch, as is Ennio Morricone’s score. Also with Anita Strindberg
and Ray Lovelock. Filmed in Milan.
ALONE IN THE DARK (1982)--Directed by Jack Sholder.
Stars Donald Pleasence, Martin Landau, Jack Palance, Dwight Schultz, Erland van Lidth, Phillip Clark. Some hilariously hammy
acting by a group of old pros and plenty of welcome humor highlight this entertaining slasher flick. Future A-TEAMer Schultz
plays Dr. Daniel Potter, a psychiatrist beginning a new job at the Haven, a mental facility run by the touchy-feely Dr. Leo
Bain (a typically twitchy Pleasence sending up his trademark HALLOWEEN role). Bain, who refers to his patients as voyagers
and refuses to treat them like criminals, keeps the more violent ones on the ominous-sounding Third Floor: Byron (Landau,
a long way from NORTH BY NORTHWEST), a pyromaniacal preacher; The Bleeder, a serial strangler who bleeds from the nose while
killing; Ronald (van Lidth), a 400-pound child molester; and the group's leader, Colonel Frank Hawkes (Palance), a Nam vet
who suffered a breakdown while being held in a P.O.W. camp.
When Hawkes, who had a close relationship with Potter's
predecessor Harry Merton, becomes convinced that Daniel murdered Merton, the four break out of the hospital during an electrical
blackout, loot a hardware store and begin a murderous siege NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD-style outside the Potter residence, where
Daniel is holed up with his wife, young daughter, punk-rocker sister and Tom (Clark), an Eddie Money look-alike that Daniel's
wife and sister met in jail after a nuclear power plant protest(!).
Although bookended by first and last scenes that
seem out-of-place, ALONE IN THE DARK contains enough wit (The Bleeder swipes a Jason-style hockey mask from the hardware store
and dons it before slashing someone with a yard rake) and (strangely unbloody) shocks to make genre fans happy. Sholder, a
former New Line editor making his directorial debut (he also wrote the screenplay), throws in a neat twist near the end, and
appears to be having a good time; Landau's stalking of an underwear-clad babysitter is just misogynist enough for me to assume
that Sholder was gently mocking some slasher movie clichs. ALONE also contains more character development (I'm referring to
Potter's family, all of whom are allowed a moment in the spotlight) that you'd expect from a picture of this ilk, and the
irony of Dr. Bain's patients escaping from an institution only to find themselves wandering into a blackout-inspired riot
and a punk-rock club featuring a (real) band called The Sic F*cks wasn't lost on me.
Sholder's wisest decision seems
to have been to unhitch his limelight-loving stars and let them run free. Pleasence, Palance and especially Landau are extremely
funny to watch, whether they're laughing maniacally, flaring their nostrils or just putting an eccentric spin on their dialogue.
ALONE is really at its best when these men are on screen. Oddly, Landau's Oscar-winning role as Bela Lugosi in 1994's ED WOOD
becomes more fascinating after seeing him like this. The careers of both actors show many parallels--while Bela was languishing
in grade-Z fare like BRIDE OF THE MONSTER, Landau was toplining in schlock such as THE BEING and THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS
ON GILLIGAN'S ISLAND.
Also with Lee Taylor-Allan, Deborah Hedwall, 1982 Miss America Elizabeth Ward, Brent Jennings
as the first victim, Frederick Coffin and Farrelly Brothers regular Lin Shaye, who has appeared in so many New Line pictures
that she must be related to ALONE producer and New Line studio head Robert Shaye. Sholder went on to direct the excellent
THE HIDDEN, the fun and fast-moving buddy cop flick RENEGADES and the tense suspense thriller BY DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT (also
with Landau). Tom Savini provided some brief gore FX.
ALONG CAME POLLY (2004)--Directed by John Hamburg.
Stars Ben Stiller, Jennifer Aniston. When I first saw the trailer for ALONG CAME POLLY back in October, I wasn't very impressed;
it appeared to be still another routine romantic comedy starring overexposed sitcom star Jennifer Aniston (FRIENDS) and Ben
Stiller (MEET THE PARENTS) as the same neurotic East Coast mensch he's already played 79 times. Of course, as is often the
case with Hollywood marketing experts, the most interesting aspect of POLLY was completely ignored in the advertising: a remarkable
supporting cast that never fails to upstage the low-wattage glow of its leading performers.
Stiller is Reuben Feffer, an uptight risk assessor for a New York
insurance company, and Aniston is the titular Polly Prince, a commitment-phobic free spirit who went to junior high school
with Reuben (Stiller also hooked up with junior high chum Jenna Elfman in KEEPING THE FAITH, which couldn't have escaped the
notice of writer/director John Hamburg, who worked with Stiller on three previous projects before this one). Of course, they
couldn't be more different; Reuben is the kind of guy to whom spontaneity is a concept as foreign as a Martian landscape,
whereas Polly has changed addresses a dozen times in her adult life, has a blind ferret for a pet, and confirms and cancels
dinner dates as often as she crinkles her cute little nose. When the two bump into each other at an art opening, Reuben takes
it as a sign that maybe his life could use a bit of chaos. His marriage to boring realtor Lisa (WILL & GRACE's Debra Messing)
lasted a day and a half until he caught her bumping flippers with a French scuba instructor on their Caribbean honeymoon.
Armed with advice from best pal Sandy Lyle (Philip Seymour Hoffman), a former child star reduced to essaying Judas opposite
a Japanese Savior in a community-theater production of JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR, Reuben sets out to woo flaky Polly in such
a manner as to invite more humiliation upon himself than any self-respecting suitor should have to endure.
While Stiller and Aniston are amiable enough, there's really little
chemistry between them, and Hamburg's screenplay gives them little reason to fall for each other besides an obligatory happy
ending. Polly is obviously pretty and blessed with a nice figure (thanks, Mr. Hamburg, for the close-up of Jen's red shorts),
but her inattentive bounciness and predilection for strange cuisine and salsa dancing clearly make her no match for the anxious
Reuben, whose paranoid fear of disease prevents him from digging into the free nuts at bars. I never believed their mutual
attraction, and found little rooting interest in whether Stiller should choose between Aniston and the porcelain Messing.
However, Hamburg's casting of POLLY's supporting characters provides
plenty of delightful moments. Besides the ebullient presence of Hoffman, who wrings several laughs out of his portrayal of
a pathetic, even tragic figure, POLLY offers Hank Azaria, the Vito Scotti of his generation, as Claude, the outrageously accented
Frenchman who steals Stiller's wife and is so likable doing it that you hardly blame Messing for staying with him; Bob Dishy
and Michele Lee (nice to see her again) as Stiller's stereotypical Jewish parents; Bryan Brown (F/X) as a comically reckless
Aussie tycoon; and, best of all, Alec Baldwin affecting a growly voice as Stiller's boorish boss whose lapses in taste include
playful tweaks of Stiller's ear while both are in the john. I can't help thinking about the funny movie that could have been
made with these characters as leads, without Stiller or Aniston, but what kind of trailer would that make?
THE ALPHA CAPER (1973)—Directed by Robert Michael
Lewis. Stars Henry Fonda, Leonard Nimoy, James McEachin, Larry Hagman. After two seasons as master magician Paris on MISSION:
IMPOSSIBLE, Nimoy must have felt comfortable backing up Henry Fonda in this cleverly crafted caper for ABC’s MOVIE OF
THE WEEK. Elroy Schwartz (THE BRADY BUNCH) penned the light tale of 61-year-old Mark Forbes (Fonda), a parole officer forced
into retirement after forty years on the job. A widower whose job is all he has, Mark jabs back at the Establishment by planning
an armored car heist with three of his parolees—electronics whiz Mitch (Nimoy), special effects man Tudor (I DREAM OF
JEANNIE’s Hagman), and master thief Scat (McEachin, TENAFLY). Schwartz’s caper is a tad farfetched, involving
the gang’s navigation of sewer tunnels to plant explosive charges under the armored trucks using magnetic bombs launched
by toy guns. The planning, crime, and aftermath are nimbly handled by director Lewis (PRAY FOR THE WILDCATS) with a modicum
of suspense and humor. With only 72 minutes of running time to play with, Lewis has no room to delve into characters, leaving
it to pros Hagman, McEachin, and Nimoy to build with what they have. Fonda worked quite a bit in television during the 1970s
and had just done 39 episodes of his own sitcom, THE SMITH FAMILY. Also with John Marley, Elena Verdugo, Tom Troupe, Vic Tayback,
Paul Kent, James B. Sikking, Noah Beery Jr., Woodrow Parfrey (great as a confused preacher), Kenneth Tobey, and a poster for
the 1962 Rock Hudson movie THE SPIRAL ROAD. Executive producer Harve Bennett, composer Oliver Nelson, and cinematographer
Enzo Martinelli moved on to THE SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN, also for Universal.
THE ALPHABET KILLER (2008)—Directed by Rob Schmidt. Stars Eliza Dushku, Cary Elwes, Tom Malloy,
Tom Noonan. DOLLHOUSE star Dushku is absurdly miscast as a police detective named Megan Paige, whose investigation of
the rape and murder of a teenage girl in upstate New York turns to obsession. For some reason, she is fixated with the
victim’s initials—C.C.—and believes they’re the key to solving the crime, even though there is no
evidence that indicates that. Her boss (Noonan) takes her off the case after months of no leads, and she attempts suicide
in a schizophrenic state.
Two years later, the killer strikes again using the double-initial M.O. Megan, now on medication for her mental illness
and back on the force with a desk job, convinces her new captain, Ken Shine (Elwes)—her ex-fiancé—to put her on
the case. Teamed with a reluctant new partner, Stephen Harper (screenwriter Malloy, who slyly gives himself a kissing
scene with Dushku for no other reason than he wanted to make out with her), Megan’s return to the case also brings back
the hallucinations that led to her meltdown.
It’s not a very good movie, but THE ALPHABET KILLER at least assembles a surprisingly good cast. Oscar nominee
Melissa Leo (FROZEN RIVER), Oscar winner Timothy Hutton (ORDINARY PEOPLE), Michael Ironside, Carl Lumbly, Larry Hankin, Bill
Moseley, Martin Donovan, and Jack McGee play brief scenes for director Schmidt, who reunites with his WRONG TURN star Dushku.
Continuity errors, drab digital photography, and Dushku’s unconvincing performance make this humorless mystery something
to miss. Neither Schmidt nor Malloy seems very interested in the thriller aspect of the movie, choosing instead to focus
on Megan’s character arc. However, Dushku can’t find a way to make her twitchy detective likable or interesting,
and there’s little reason to care whether she catches the killer or not. That the killer’s revelation is
so idiotic indicates that the filmmakers didn’t much care either.
This may be the first review of this film that doesn’t mention Dushku’s two-second nipple slip.
I couldn’t resist.
ALTERED STATES (1980)--Directed by Ken Russell.
Stars William Hurt, Blair Brown, Bob Balaban, Charles Haid, Drew Barrymore. A trip through psychedelia for '80s acidheads.
Pretentious science fiction starring Hurt as a dedicated scientist obsessed with discovering the secret of evolution. He ends
up turning into a murderous ape creature. Perky Brown is good as Hurt's faithful wife. The original director, production designer,
and special effects man were replaced shortly before filming began, which led screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky to take his name
off the credits. The effects and Dick Smith's makeup are well done, but Russell's direction is overbearing and ultimately
uninteresting. John Larroquette and soap star Thaao Penghlis are in there somewhere.
THE AMATEURS (2005)—Directed by Michael Traeger.
Stars Jeff Bridges, Ted Danson, William Fichtner, Joe Pantoliano, Tim Blake Nelson, Glenne Headly, Patrick Fugit. TV
writer Traeger (THE HUNTRESS) made his directorial debut with this gentle comedy in 2005, but it took him three years to get
it a domestic DVD release. It only played about three theaters for about three seconds, which is a surprise to me, considering
the wonderful cast and the film’s screwy premise.
Divorced Andy Sargentee (Bridges), an affable loser, persuades his
friends in his small hometown of Butterface Fields to invest in and produce a pornographic movie, despite the fact that none
of them has the foggiest notion of how to make one. Armed with a few thousand bucks and a ton of enthusiasm, Andy and
his colorfully drawn pals, including closeted gay Moose (Danson), lunkheaded Otis (Fichtner), scrappy Barney (Nelson), young
film student Emmett (Fugit) and the unfortunately nicknamed Some Idiot (Pantoliano), go about convincing actors to drop trowel
for their movie, even though they’re so shy that they all turn their backs to the set during the, er, performing.
THE AMATEURS is a fun little sleeper with plenty of sweet laughs,
many of them offered by supporting players popping up for a scene or two (EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND’s Brad Garrett scores
big time as an acerbic sporting goods salesman). It has its problems, ranging from its shortchanged female characters
(Lauren Graham as Bridges’ potential love interest must have left a lot on the cutting room floor) and an erratic third
act that jumps from inappropriate violence to an unrealistically happy ending the film doesn’t earn (not that I think
the characters don’t deserve happiness, just not the happiness they receive).
Among the cast, Fichtner succeeds the most at creating a sympathetic
character out of the scraps offered in the screenplay (the scene where he convinces Bridges to let him work on the film is
some of his best work that I’ve seen), and Bridges, who also serves as the film’s storyteller through a genial
voiceover, nicely carries the film with a very Dude-like performance. Kudos to Traeger for compiling this cast (Danson
is also funny as the town homosexual who isn’t fooling anyone with his faux-macho talk), which also includes Elden Henson,
Steven Weber, Eileen Brennan, John Hawkes, Brad Hanke, Mike Binder and Valerie Perrine. Was originally titled THE MOGULS,
which is still its title in some territories (and the preferred title of star Bridges).
THE AMAZING CAPTAIN NEMO (1978)—Directed by
Alex March. Stars Jose Ferrer, Burgess Meredith, Tom Hallick, Burr DeBenning, Mel Ferrer, Lynda Day George, Horst Bucholz,
Warren Stevens, Med Flory, Peter Jason, Anthony Geary. Seven (!) writers are credited with this ridiculous feature that
plays like a blatant Irwin Allen ripoff—sets with blinking lights, wooden acting, absurd dialogue, dodgy special effects.
It wasn’t until I looked it up at the Internet Movie Database that I realized it is an Allen movie—there is no
producing credit on the print I saw. What was probably three one-hour TV pilots is cut down into a 100-minute feature,
and if you think that makes NEMO choppy and barely comprehensible, you’d be correct.
Two Naval Intelligence divers, Tom Franklin (future ENTERTAINMENT
TONIGHT host Hallick) and Jim Porter (DeBenning), discover the legendary submarine Nautilus and its captain, Nemo (Ferrer),
resting in suspended animation. Momentarily surprised to learn that Jules Verne’s novel was actually a biography,
the men adjust surprisingly quickly and invite Nemo to drydock in San Francisco and meet their boss Miller (Stevens).
In exchange for supplies and a full crew, Nemo agrees to do battle against mad captain Cunningham (Meredith), who has his
own futuristic sub and demands one billion dollars in gold bullion or else he’ll destroy Washington, D.C. with a nuclear
missile.
A few minutes later, Nemo has foiled Cunningham’s plot and has
moved on to the next. NEMO offers three stories altogether, clumsily spliced together in a manner that implies they’re
all taking place one after the other. And you thought Jack Bauer had tough days! The one constant in all Nemo’s
adventures is Cunningham, who leads his crew of humans, robots and alien sidekick Tor (Flory in a full body suit). He
sends sinister Dr. Cook (Mel Ferrer, no relation to Jose) and nuclear physicist Kate (George) to infiltrate the Nautilus from
within, and later beats Nemo to the lost city of Atlantis, where he kidnaps most of the city (we never see any of them), leaving
King Tibor (Bucholz) to team up with Nemo.
If nothing else, watching competent actors speaking this dialogue
and wearing these costumes with straight faces provide entertainment value. Hardly anything makes sense, including Tor,
whose origins are never explained and whose presence is never questioned. No wonder the frogmen aren’t surprised
to find a 100-year-old sea captain sleeping underwater if aliens and robots don’t shock them! Laser beam battles,
bathtub visual effects (by the usually stalwart L.B. Abbott), crooked science and a swordfight to the death between the Ferrers
lend humor, mainly unintentional. Ferrer is a robust Captain Nemo, and Meredith cackles madly like an old pro collecting
an easy paycheck. I believe the feature played theatrically in Europe, but aired over three nights on CBS as THE RETURN
OF CAPTAIN NEMO.
THE AMAZING COLOSSAL MAN (1957)--Directed by Bert
I. Gordon. Stars Glenn Langan, Cathy Downs, William Hudson. As silly as it is, it may be director Gordon's best picture. Army
colonel Glen Manning (Langan) is caught in a plutonium explosion, and begins to increase in size. Pretty soon he's 60 feet
tall and living in a circus tent, much to the dismay of fianc Downs. Manning finally goes mad, and sets out on a destructive
march through Las Vegas. He is eventually blown up and plunges off Hoover Dam to his death. Or does he? See Gordon's sequel
WAR OF THE COLOSSAL BEAST to find out. Langan's acting is better than you'd expect, but Gordon (who also co-wrote the script
and did the special effects) is a pretty inept filmmaker. Also with Larry Thor, Russ Bender and Judd Holdren. Albert Glasser's
musical score is excellent.
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (1977)—Directed by E.W. Swackhamer. Stars
Nicholas Hammond, Thayer David, David White, Michael Pataki, Jeff Donnell, Hilly Hicks, Lisa Eilbacher. Columbia Pictures
released this television pilot as a theatrical feature overseas and later in the U.S. on VHS. Aside from silent bits on the
PBS kiddie show THE ELECTRIC COMPANY, this CBS film marks the first live-action appearance of Steve Ditko and Stan Lee’s
Marvel Comics creation on film. Don’t look for Spider-Man to battle any colorful supervillains, however, as the plot
and those of the series that followed are interchangeable with other cop shows of its day.
Hammond, who was one of the Von Trapp kids in THE SOUND OF MUSIC,
is uninteresting as Peter Parker, a college student who is bitten by a radioactive spider in his science lab and receives
superpowers, such as the ability to walk up walls. Director Swackhamer (LAW & ORDER) shows this using the laughable visual
effect of Hammond crawling on a blue screen with a photo of a house superimposed on it. Later shots using a stuntman on wires
are a lot better.
Donnell (IN A LONELY PLACE) is Parker’s aunt May. White (BEWITCHED)
is Daily Bugle editor J. Jonah Jameson, to whom freelance photojournalist Parker reports, and Hicks (ROLL OUT) is Jameson’s
assistant, Joe Robertson. They’re the only characters from the comics to make the transition to the small screen, and
only Jameson continued with the series (though played by a different actor).
New York City is plagued by Edward Byron (David), a megalomaniacal
New Ager who hypnotizes ordinary citizens and forces them to commit bank robberies. He threatens to force ten people to commit
suicide unless the mayor pays him $50 million. Parker designs a red-and-blue costume and mechanical web shooters to investigate.
Alvin Boretz (N.Y.P.D.) had been writing for television for three decades when he got this assignment, but it’s clear
he didn’t have a grip on the Spider-Man character or his universe. Considering co-creator Lee was the script consultant,
this is unforgivable.
There’s nothing at all “larger than life” about
this film, except maybe Pataki’s humorously hammy turn as Captain Barbera, a sarcastic cigar-chomping cop on the case.
Even the fight scenes, which should have been the highlight—how do you screw up Spider-Man battling a trio of samurai?—are
dull. Twelve months passed before CBS aired the first AMAZING SPIDER-MAN episode in 1978, a year in which it also had WONDER
WOMAN and THE INCREDIBLE HULK on its prime-time schedule. Also with Larry Anderson, Dick Balduzzi, Ivor Francis, Bob Hastings
(who worked for producer Edward J. Montagne on MCHALE’S NAVY), Barry Cutler, and Len Lesser. Score by Johnnie Spence.
AMAZING STORIES, BOOK ONE (1985)—Directed by
Steven Spielberg and Danny DeVito. Stars Kevin Costner, Kiefer Sutherland, Danny DeVito, Rhea Perlman, Casey Siemaszko. Spielberg
produced 44 episodes of AMAZING STORIES for NBC in the mid-1980s. It was a critical and ratings flop, but many episodes were
later re-edited and released as two-hour movies for video and television. This one includes the terrific “The Mission,”
a fantasy-tinged World War II story starring Costner (FIELD OF DREAMS) as a bomber pilot forced to make a crash landing and
Siemaszko as a cartoonist sitting in the gunner seat. Written by Menno Meijes, it’s suspenseful and heart-warming. DeVito
directs and stars with wife Perlman (CHEERS) in the second half, an episode called “The Wedding Ring.” Theme by
John Williams.
THE AMAZING TRANSPARENT MAN (1959)—Directed
by Edgar G. Ulmer. Stars Douglas Kennedy, Marguerite Chapman, James Griffith, Ivan Triesault. Ulmer reportedly
lensed this 58-minute feature in Texas back-to-back with BEYOND THE TIME BARRIER. Neither is very good, though they
are watchable, especially considering their budgets and schedules. More than half of TRANSPARENT MAN was shot in the
living room of a Texas ranch house and on a cramped laboratory set that looks somewhat realistic. Crazy Major Krenner
(Griffith) and his moll Laura (Chapman) bust safecracker Joey Faust (Kennedy) out of prison and bring him back to Krenner’s
ranch, where German scientist Ulof (Triesault) is performing invisibility experiments. Krenner hires/forces Faust to
turn invisible and steal some radium that Ulof needs to finalize his ray, which Krenner eventually plans to use to create
an army of invisible soldiers that will conquer the world. There’s more crime drama than sci-fi in Ulmer’s
film, which suffers from glitches in logic, but is at least quick. The performances aren’t great, but are professional
and go quite a ways toward making the experience of watching the film as painless as possible.
AMAZON WOMEN
ON THE MOON (1987)--Directed by John Landis, Joe Dante, Peter Horton, Robert K. Weiss, Carl Gottlieb. Stars Rosanna
Arquette, Steve Guttenberg, Michelle Pfeiffer, Griffin Dunne, Carrie Fisher. All-star collection of sketches, parodies and
blackouts reminiscent of the Landis-directed KENTUCKY FRIED MOVIE. Some bits, like the opening segment with Arsenio Hall being
attacked by his electronic entertainment equipment, don't work at all, but the best sketches are hilarious. The title piece
is a perfect parody of 1950s science-fiction B-pictures such as QUEEN OF OUTER SPACE. Steve Forrest and Robert Colbert parody
their own stolid screen images as jut-jawed astronauts on a mission to the moon, where they discover bright sunlight, a breathable
atmosphere, and a kingdom of voluptuous babes led by queen Sybil Danning. Henry Silva's "Bullshit or Not" (a spoof of Jack
Palance's TV series based on "Ripley's Believe It Or Not") is silly, but funny. Some segments feature plenty of female nudity.
Also with Paul Bartel, David Alan Grier, Ralph Bellamy, Russ Meyer, Howard Hesseman, Kelly Preston, Monique Gabrielle, Angel
Tompkins, Marc McClure, Joey Travolta, Henny Youngman, Steve Allen, Rip Taylor, Slappy White, Jackie Vernon, Belinda Belaski,
Keenan Ivory Wayans, Ed Begley, Jr., Archie Hahn, Robert Picardo, Joe Pantoliano, B.B. King, William Marshall, Corinne Wahl,
Mike Mazurki, Andrew Dice Clay and co-director Horton.
AMAZONS AND SUPERMEN (1973)--Directed by Alfonso
Brescia. Stars Nick Jordan, Marc Hannibal, Hua Yueh. Even if you're a fan of Italian superhero movies, you probably
haven't seen anything like this. Think THE THREE FANTASTIC SUPERMEN crossed with THE PHANTOM, DEATHSTALKER and FIVE
FINGERS OF DEATH. Yes, I know that's a strange combination, but this is one strange movie. Lifting quite heavily
from Lee Falk's newspaper hero The Phantom, Darma is a masked and caped hero who has been protecting the natives of his valley
for over 400 years. Thought to be immortal, Darma is actually the latest wearer of the costume, which has been passed
down from master to protege for four centuries. When the current Darma dies, he's replaced by young Aru (acrobat Jordan,
one of the original THREE FANTASTIC SUPERMEN). A nearby tribe of sexy Amazon women is making war with the local tribes,
spurring Darma to team up with black strongman Moog (Hannibal) and Chinese martial artist Chang (Hua) in order to protect
and inspire his followers. Add lots of hidden trampolines, somersaults off of cliffs, kung fu, wild slapstick comedy,
sexy women in fur bikinis, goofy sound effects and music, and you've got a damn entertaining ride, silly as hell and fun to
match. Also with Riccardo Pizzuti, Karen Yeh, Genie Woods, Malisa Longo and Magda Konopka. This Italian/Chinese
co-production was released in the U.S. as SUPER STOOGES VS. THE WONDER WOMEN (!), allegedly as the bottom half of a double
bill with MADHOUSE, a campy horror film starring Vincent Price and Robert Quarry. Also known as SUPERMEN AGAINST THE
AMAZONS, RETURN OF THE BARBARIAN WOMEN and SUPERUOMINI, SUPERDONNE, SUPERBOTTE.
THE AMBULANCE (1990)--Directed by Larry Cohen. Stars
Eric Roberts, Janine Turner, James Earl Jones, Eric Braeden. NYC's quirkiest independent filmmaker hits and misses with this
odd horror movie. Roberts is all over the map as Josh Baker, a Marvel Comics artist who tries to pick up a beautiful woman
named Cheryl (Turner from NORTHERN EXPOSURE) on the street. He isn't doing too well with her, but when she passes out on the
sidewalk and is whisked away by a mysterious vintage ambulance never to be heard from again, he starts investigating. No one
wants to believe his story, least of all gum-chewing police lieutenant Spencer (Jones). After a series of close calls from
cops and bad guys alike, Josh finally discovers a sinister plot: a mad doctor (Braeden) is kidnapping diabetics and performing
illegal experiments upon them in an effort to find a cure. The spooky lab is located directly above a busy discotheque, and
even though he isn't diabetic, Josh still looks good as the nutty doc's next victim.
Plot holes abound in Cohen's
screenplay. After it's established that the ambulance drivers secretly poison their victims in order to have an excuse to
pick them up, Roberts awakens early one morning to discover that he too has been poisoned. The goons, however, drop him off
at the hospital, for some reason, instead of just doing away with him. Also the cops portrayed in this film are frustratingly
dim, and several characters are introduced just long enough to be missed when Cohen forgets about them later. Still, THE AMBULANCE
is definitely watchable, with Cohen's trademark sense of humor (like a detective with an uncanny resemblance to the Archie
Comics character Jughead) and Roberts' loopy, possibly partially improvised performance setting the pace. It's fun to see
some familiar faces in supporting roles too, like Red Buttons as an enthusiastic New York Post reporter and Marvel legend
Stan Lee as himself (in fact, Cohen would have you believe that all Marvel artists work side by side in a huge loft as Lee
roams the room, looking over their shoulders like a fourth-grade teacher).
Also with Megan Gallagher (MILLENNIUM),
Laurene Landon (MANIAC COP), Richard Bright, Jim Dixon, Michael O'Hare, Kevin Hagen, real-life Marvel staffers Gene Colan,
Larry Hama and Jim Salicrup, and Nick Chinlund. Music by Jay Chattaway. Posters and drawings of Spider-Man, Captain America
and other Marvel superheroes are everywhere.
THE AMBUSHERS (1967)--Directed by Henry Levin. Stars
Dean Martin, Janice Rule, Kurt Kasznar, Senta Berger, Albert Salmi. Dino's third round as spoofy secret agent Matt Helm. Martin
and Rule travel to Mexico to investigate the theft of a flying saucer which can only be flown by female pilots, thanks to
the electromagnetic field which kills any man who gets near it. Dino ends up swimming in a giant beer vat. As sleazy and sophomoric
as the other Helm entries, which means you should know exactly what youre getting into by this point. Filled with gratuitous
breast jokes, drinking jokes, girls in bikinis and references to Frank Sinatra. Also with James Gregory and Beverly Adams.
Based on the novels by Donald Hamilton, which bear no resemblance to the movies whatsoever. Theme performed by Tommy Boyce
and Bobby Hart.
AMERICA 3000 (1986)--Directed by David Engelbach.
Stars Laurene Landon, Chuck Wagner. Cannon released this dreadful post-apoc movie that tries to add comedy to the action.
It fails, in part because of Engelbach's maddening decision to create a type of slang (the way CAVEMAN did) that only confuses
the audience, rather than enlightens. For instance, "negi" means "no", "scan" means "see", "cold" means "dead" and "woggo"
means "crazy". Scanning this woggo movie will make you wish you were cold. 900 years after the disaster, Amazon
chicks rule the desert and use men as slaves and for sexual pleasure. Korvis (Wagner), who has taught himself to read
using a 20th-century children's book he found in the sand, attempts to broach peace with the female tribe's "tiara", Vena
(Landon). There's some martial arts, homemade crossbows, women in fur bikinis, impossible science, unlikely plotting,
and not much that's interesting. Engelbach penned other films for Cannon, including Sylvester Stallone's arm-wrestling
epic OVER THE TOP, but this must be his worst. Also with William Wallace and Camilla Sparv. Rock score by Tony
Berg.
AMERICAN BEAUTY (1999)--Directed by Sam Mendes. Stars
Kevin Spacey, Annette Bening, Thora Birch, Mena Suvari, Peter Gallagher, Wes Bentley, Chris Cooper, Allison Janney. The deconstruction
of a typical suburban American family isn't exactly a novel concept for a film (see HAPPINESS, THE ICE STORM et al), but in
the hands of some terrific actors and first-time screen director Mendes, AMERICAN BEAUTY is a thought-provoking and often
hilarious peek at middle-class society. Spacey plays Lester Burnham, a 42-year-old man with an unfulfilling middle-management
job, a wife and daughter who barely tolerate him, and a frustrating sex life. He is also, like William Holden's character
in SUNSET BOULEVARD, dead. He tells us so in an opening narration, and the film details the last few months of Lester's life.
His wife Carolyn (Bening), a way-too-perky real estate agent with a phony smile permanently indented into her features, believes
financial success equals personal happiness, and has fooled herself into believing life is good. Gloomy teenage daughter Jane
(Birch) can't stand either of her parents, and is filled with so much self-loathing that she's saving her money for breast
implants, which, the movie shows us, she clearly doesn't need.
Lester's life perks up somewhat when he meets the nubile
Angela (Suvari), one of Jane's cheerleader friends. In one of the movie's best scenes--well played by Spacey--Lester fantasizes
that this sexy strawberry blonde is dancing only for him, gyrating, stripping, and, finally, exploding into a shower of red
rose petals. He becomes obsessed with her, and, after overhearing her conversation with Jane that she finds Lester sexy, begins
working out. He also befriends the new teen next door, Ricky Fitts (Bentley), who lives with his fierce disciplinarian ex-Marine
Colonel father (Cooper) and repressed-into-near-catatonia mother (Janney, THE WEST WING) and is a former mental patient who
videotapes anything and everything within his line of sight--including the Burnham house. Lester begins smoking pot with Ricky,
and discovers he enjoys a feeling he had long ago forgotten--of being free and able to say and do anything he wants without
fear of responsibility. He quits his job (in a very funny scene), tells off his wife and daughter, buys the muscle car he's
always wanted (a red 1970 Pontiac Firebird), and even takes a new job: flipping burgers at a Mr. Smiley restaurant--a job
he actually likes.
Carolyn, meanwhile, explores a sexual relationship with her real-estate rival, Buddy Kane (Gallagher),
which only makes her resent Lester even more. Jane, against the advice of her self-confident cover-model pal Angela, falls
for Ricky, since he seems to be the only person who understands her own feelings of being misunderstood. We also learn more
about Colonel Fitts, who has zero tolerance for the homosexual couple living down the street, and forces his own son to submit
to a urine test every six months.
While the characters and situations in Alan Ball's screenplay are not new, their
staging by Mendes (a noted theatrical director) breathes fresh life into them. Wisely leaving the (often imaginative) visuals
in the hands of Oscar-winning cinematographer Conrad Hall (BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID), Mendes draws strong performances
from his entire cast. This is perhaps Spacey's best work to date; alternately funny and tragic, Lester becomes someone we
can identify with. To paraphrase his closing narration, if we don't already, we will. Spacey is an absolute joy to watch every
moment hes on screen, and when Lester's life is taken from him at the precise moment that it has become rejuvenated, it's
heartbreaking. Bening's role is the one that comes closest to outright parody, but she manages to walk that tightrope quite
nicely. Cooper's Colonel Fitts may be the film's most complex character, and it's a tribute to this soft-spoken Kansas City-born
actor that he doesn't once drop his guard. Those who only know Cooper from his nice-guy roles in LONE STAR and A TIME TO KILL
may be surprised at the level of subtlety he shows here. Bentley, Birch and Suvari are also very good.
Music by Thomas
Newman fits the various moods perfectly. Paula Abdul choreographed the cheerleading sequence. Pete Townshend receives special
thanks in the credits; his song "The Seeker" is used in the film to good effect. Also with Scott Bakula, Sam Robards, Barry
Del Sherman and Amber Smith. Mendes directed Nicole Kidman's critically acclaimed stage performance in THE BLUE ROOM.
AMERICAN COMMANDOS (1985)—Directed by Bobby
A. Suarez. Stars Chris Mitchum, John Philip Law. Filling station proprietor Dean Mitchell (Mitchum) goes on the rampage after
junkies rape and kill his family. He does such an effective job of wasting all the street scum that Interpol asks him to wipe
out a Southeast Asian heroin operation called the Golden Triangle. In Bangkok, he looks up his old Vietnam buddy Kelly (Law)
to help out, not knowing that Kelly’s an Interpol agent himself. Mitchell and Kelly recruit the rest of their old squad
for a second half of shootouts and explosions in the Philippine jungle. Much action involves the boys’ groovy armored
truck and super-motorcycle with rocket launchers. Like MEGAFORCE. Plays like two unfinished films cut together. Some scenes
play as if they’re out of order, such as Dean’s ‘Nam flashback in which Kelly is not even introduced. The
two stars made a West German action movie, NO TIME TO DIE, together a year before.
AMERICAN CYBORG: STEEL WARRIOR (1993)--Directed by
Boaz Davidson. Stars Joe Lara, John Ryan, Nicole Hansen. If nothing else, this hybrid of THE TERMINATOR and DIE
HARD can at least claim to be Cannon’s next-to-last theatrical release, even if it did barely play on a few hundred
screens. Earth’s population is rendered sterile as an after-effect of a nuclear holocaust. Seventeen years
later, blonde test subject Hansen manages to produce the world’s only living fetus. Scientists pack it into a
backpack and send Hansen on a mission to cross the hellish, vermin-dotted city to the harbor, where a boat will be waiting
to transport Earth’s Hope For A Future to a less-decimated Europe. Her escorts are slaughtered by unstoppable
cyborg Ryan, leaving reluctant tag-along Lara as her only protection. Davidson (THE LAST AMERICAN VIRGIN) apparently
shot the whole movie in and around one big dilapidated factory in Tel Aviv, which may not provide much colorful scenery or
variety for the eye, but at least provides enough nooks, crannies, towers, shafts and empty rooms for the movie’s many
gun battles, fights and explosions. Davidson manages a slick look and lots of action on his tight budget, but there’s
not anything here you haven’t seen before. Lara is serviceable, and went on to star in many more crummy action
flicks.
AMERICAN DREAM (1991)--Directed by Barbara Kopple.
This heartbreaker won the 1992 Oscar for Best Documentary. It’s an inside look at the posturing and maneuvering
behind a 1984 labor strike at the Hormel plant in Austin, Minnesota. After Hormel, the same year they posted $25 million
in profits, cut wages at the Austin plant from $10.65 per hour to $8.50, local P-9 staged a walkout. The story is more
complicated than that, however. P-9 calls in Ray Rogers, a labor consultant, to handle the negotiations with Hormel,
against the strenuous advice of Lewie Anderson, the negotiator attached to the international meatpackers union in Washington,
D.C. Kopple’s camera captures all the tension and drama of the three-way standoff, as well as its human impact.
A loyal union member disowns his brother, who crosses the picket line after Hormel opened its plant doors to scabs.
The exhilaration and excitement the P-9 members experienced at the beginning of their confrontation with Hormel turns, over
the course of the four-month strike, to despair and desperation. Kopple, whose HARLAN COUNTY, U.S.A. is considered one
of the all-time great documentaries, scores again with a great dramatic story that ends happily for nobody.
AMERICAN
JUSTICE (1986)--Directed by Gary Grillo. Stars Jameson Parker, Jack Lucarelli, Gerald McRaney, Jeannie Wilson,
Wilford Brimley. The next best thing to a SIMON & SIMON reunion, for whatever that’s worth. McRaney
and Parker played brother private eyes on the long-running CBS crime drama. Wilson played their receptionist, Lucarelli
(who produced the film with Parker) was her real-life husband, and director Grillo was the first AD on the series. They
probably had fun shooting this in Tucson during their hiatus, but it isn’t very memorable otherwise. Former L.A.
cop Lucarelli visits his old partner Parker, now a deputy in an Arizona town, and Parker’s wife Wilson. He witnesses
another deputy (McRaney) murdering a Mexican girl and begins investigating an illegal-alien smuggling operation. Grillo
took advantage of the feature’s R rating to attach some juicy squibs to his actors during the many gun battles, but
AMERICAN JUSTICE is only as exciting as its generic title. Also released as JACKALS. Music by Paul Chihara.
AMERICAN KICKBOXER 1 (1991)--Directed by Frans Nel.
Stars John Barrett, Keith Vitali, Brad Morris. Believe it or not, there really was an AMERICAN KICKBOXER 2, although
it's surprising this slop made enough money to warrant a sequel. With South Africa unconvincingly substituted for the
U.S., this story jumps all over the place and pits kickboxer B.J. (Barrett) against an obnoxious thug named Denard (Morris),
who baits B.J. into accidentally killing someone, resulting in prison time. When B.J. gets out, Denard is the new champ
and taunts the ex-con into stepping into the ring with him. There's an unbelievable sports reporter, who appears to
have the rare professional kickboxing beat and interjects himself into his news stories with a series of obnoxious wisecracks.
Full of boring fights and dull plotting. Vitali's acting hasn't improved since REVENGE OF THE NINJA.
AMERICAN
MOVIE (1999)--Directed by Chris Smith. Stars Mark Borchardt, Mike Schank. AMERICAN MOVIE, which won a Grand Jury
Award at last years Sundance Film Festival, is one of the most entertaining documentaries in recent memory. Made by former
Michael Moore (ROGER & ME) protgs Chris Smith and Sarah Price, MOVIE profiles Minnesota filmmaker Mark Borchardt, a 29-year-old
father of three still living with his parents whose biggest dream is to finish his homemade feature, NORTHWESTERN. With no
funding and little support from his family and friends, who mostly placate his requests for assistance with rolling eyes,
Borchardt, a lanky fast-talker with a tendency to drink too much, makes a horror short, COVEN, in bits and pieces over a period
of two years with the idea of making enough money selling it on video to finance NORTHWESTERN. The result is a sweet, hilarious
and even inspirational study of independent moviemaking at its grassroots best.
The DVD props up the feature with
a number of neat extras, my favorite being an alternate audio track featuring Smith, Price, Borchardt and Mark's zonked-out
pal Mike Schank talking about the film and how it was made. Alternately informative and funny, it's one of my all-time favorite
audio commentaries. Columbia/Tri-Star also sweetens the pot with a whopping 22 (!) deleted scenes, most of which run anywhere
from 45 seconds to nearly three minutes. Many of them are quite entertaining, and were probably cut because of time restraints
or pacing, since, unlike most deleted scenes that pop up as DVD extras, these are worthy of being included in the film itself.
Also, after hearing so much about COVEN and being tantalized by a number of clips during the film, its nice that the entire
short has been included on the DVD (it's better than you'd expect). Trailers for AMERICAN MOVIE and four other independent
features round out the package, one I highly recommend for potential filmmakers everywhere.
AMERICAN NINJA (1985)--Directed by Sam Firstenberg.
Stars Michael Dudikoff, Steve James, Guich Koock. Dudikoff has amnesia and doesn't know about his Ninja karate abilities.
He remembers them later when his girlfriend is kidnapped by an evil Ninja army. Dudikoff and James are good action heroes,
and Firstenberg directs some excellent martial-arts fights. Cannon film was reportedly supposed to star Chuck Norris. Good
thing for Dudikoff it didn't, because it kickstarted his steady career of straight-to-video action vehicles.
AMERICAN
NINJA 2: THE CONFRONTATION (1987)--Directed by Sam Firstenberg. Stars Michael Dudikoff, Steve James, Gary Conway.
Sequel is even more entertaining than the first, thanks to a hammy performance by co-scripter Conway (TV's LAND OF THE GIANTS).
Conway is a drug kingpin who is kidnapping American soldiers on a Caribbean island. He plans to clone them, and create his
own master race of Ninja superwarriors. I guess he didn't count on the American Ninja (Dudikoff) being around to stop him.
More action than the first, and the cast doesn't seem to take the silly plot too seriously. More than anything, it's a terrific
showcase for the charismatic Steve James, who was the unsung star of these AMERICAN NINJA movies. Dudikoff is credible in
an Audie Murphy kind of way, but James was such a good actor, it's a shame he never really got a chance to break through to
mainstream success before his untimely death in the early '90s at the age of 41. Actor James Booth (AVENGING FORCE) co-wrote
the screenplay with Conway. Music by George S. Clinton. Edited by Michael J. Duthie. Also with Larry Poindexter, Jeff Weston
and John Fujioka in flashbacks from AMERICAN NINJA.
AMERICAN NINJA 3: BLOOD HUNT (1989)--Directed by
Cedric Sundstrom. Stars David Bradley, Steve James, Marjoe Gortner, Evan J. Klisser. Bradley (in his film debut)
is a stiff replacement for previous series star Michael Dudikoff in this Cannon entry shot in South Africa. Karate magazine
cover model Sean Davidson (Bradley) travels to the Caribbean to compete in a tournament there, where he meets up with likable
horndog Dex (Klisser) and charismatic Curtis Jackson (James), who was Dudikoff's sidekick in AMERICAN NINJA 1 and 2.
Turns out the tournament (of which we see precious little) is being sponsored by a pharmaceutical company run by the Cobra
(Gortner), who's using it as a front for his experiments to find a super-virus that will allow him to rule the world.
The Cobra is using the tournament as an audition to find the biggest badass alive and use him as a guinea pig for his serum,
thinking that if it'll work on him, it'll work on anybody. Sean is, of course, that #1 badass, leading him to be kidnapped
and hopefully saved by his new buddies Jackson and Dex.
If you're looking for 90 minutes of nothing but kung fu kicking, then
AN3 might be for you. It's not especially interesting or innovative, but the fights and stunts are plentiful and will
keep you awake during a late-night rental or cable airing. Its biggest problem is Bradley, who is even less of an actor
than Dudikoff and clearly not the presence or fighter Steve James is. James, who had also appeared with Dudikoff in
Cannon's AVENGING FORCE, by all rights should have gotten the lead in this movie, but I assume his skin color worked against
him. It's pretty sad to see him subservient to David Bradley. The dialogue by Sundstrom, working from Gary Conway's
story (which is the exact same story Conway concocted for AMERICAN NINJA 2, in which the LAND OF THE GIANTS star also portrayed
the villain), is extremely feeble, leading me to believe James could have ad-libbed better than the wisecracks he's given.
Gortner (BOBBIE JO AND THE OUTLAW) is usually fun to watch in these roles, but he seems listless; he retired from acting shortly
afterwards, and perhaps the boredom he demonstrates here was an indicator.
Bradley returned as the American Ninja (without James) in AN4, which
teamed him up with Dudikoff in an extended cameo, and even AN5 in 1993, long after the short-lived ninja craze was over.
Harry Alan Towers and Avi Lerner served as producers for this one. Also with Michelle Chan, Calvin Jung and John Barrett.
Music by George S. Clinton (the AUSTIN POWERS movies).
AMERICAN NINJA 4: THE ANNIHILATION (1991)—Directed
by Cedric Sundstrom. Stars Michael Dudikoff, David Bradley, James Booth, Robin Stille, Dwayne Alexandre, Kely McClung, Ken
Gampu, Isaac Mavimbela. Cannon must have been salivating over the idea of teaming up its two AMERICAN NINJAs: Dudikoff, who
created the role of Joe Armstrong in the first two movies, and Bradley, who took over as white ninja Sean Davidson in AMERICAN
NINJA 3. Unfortunately, the two barely share screen time, and Bradley, who resembles a less macho Rick Springfield, is woefully
inadequate headlining an action movie.
Davidson, now a CIA agent, and his partner Carl (Alexandre, a bad
actor with a tenth the charisma of original AN sidekick Steve James) are sent into the stronghold of sadistic British ex-cop
Mulgrew (Booth) to rescue Delta Force commandos who have been captured and tortured. After picking up pretty doctor Sarah
(Stille), Sean and his rescue party are also captured, and Armstrong, now a Peace Corps volunteer teaching children about
the environment, comes out of retirement to rescue the would-be rescuers. The story’s only surprise is that Carl, who
is both black and engaged to be married, survives the entire picture.
Booth wrote the screenplay under his real name, David Geeves. He also
penned Cannon’s AMERICAN NINJA 2: THE CONFRONTATION and AVENGING FORCE, in which he also acted. Not that there’s
a whole lot to AN4’s script, which is strictly paint-by-numbers and exists to fill time between fight scenes. Besides
the scenery-chewing Booth and the understated Dudikoff, the acting is dull, and shooting on the cheap in southern Africa apparently
didn’t inspire director Sundstrom (AN3) to bring anything new to the table.
On the other hand, AN4 offers a lot of action, natch. Mulgrew is in
cahoots with a vainglorious sheik (Mavimbela) who owns an army of brightly garbed ninja, including the eyepatch-wearing SuperNinja
(McClung)! If AN4 had been willing to chug forth toward the outlandish, it would have had more going for it than Sundstrom’s
straightforward approach to fairly silly material. The action is played with little verve, and the leads, who don’t
get to work together until eighty minutes in, don’t appear engaged. I suppose the crowded karate-kicking climax may
wake you up if you happen to run across it on late-night cable.
AMERICAN PERFEKT (1997)--Directed by Paul Chart.
Stars Robert Forster, Amanda Plummer, David Thewlis, Fairuza Balk. Forster, who earned an Oscar nomination for his supporting
turn in JACKIE BROWN the same year, is typically good as Jake, a psychiatrist traveling alone across the Utah desert who makes
the acquaintance of an emotionally fragile woman named Sandra. The two meet on the highway and form an instant bond,
one that is tested when they encounter con artist Thewlis, who may or may not be the serial killer whose exploits are all
over the radio newscasts. Chart assembled a nice cast for his lyrical character study, including Balk as Plummer’s
sister, Paul Sorvino and Chris Sarandon as cops, and Joanna Gleason as a lonely woman who flirts with Forster. Some
surprising nudity and violence punctuate Chart’s American feature debut, a mildly intriguing but non-essential road
thriller. Also with Geoffrey Lewis, Belinda Balaski and Rutanya Alda.
AMERICAN PIE (1999)--Directed by Paul Weitz. Stars
Jason Biggs, Chris Klein, Natasha Lyonne, Shannon Elizabeth, Alyson Hannigan, Eugene Levy. Raucous and often hilarious teen
sex comedy that has been compared to PORKYS and FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH. It isn't really a fair comparison, since AMERICAN
PIE, although grosser and more sexually explicit, has more heart, better performances, and is consistently funnier than those
'80s box-office hits.
The plot is basic: four high school boys plot to lose their virginity
before the end of the school year, but what sets AMERICAN PIE apart from lesser films of this genre is that director Weitz
and scripter Adam Herz have created characters that seem very real. The boys are shy, sort of geeky, and nervous (though curious)
about sex, unlike almost every other film or TV show that portrays teens as the sort of sexual experts that could teach Masters
& Johnson a thing or two about the subject. The other principal difference is that the girls are not (with the possible
exception of Nadja [Elizabeth], the voluptuous European exchange student) portrayed as mere sex objects, but as young women
who are just as curious--and just as scared--of sex as the boys. Before you begin assuming that AMERICAN PIE is the cinematic
equivalent of an ABC Afterschool Special, let me assure you that many of the gags concern foul language, toilet humor and
a beer cup containing a certain bodily fluid.
While these moments may just seem crude in another movie, AMERICAN
PIE is populated with such likable characters that you'll find yourself laughing with them, rather than at them. SCTV alum
Levy, who has the only major adult role, is extremely funny as a clueless father who, although also embarrassed about sex,
tries hard to educate his son about the birds and the bees. Also with Thomas Ian Nicholas, Tara Reid, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Mena
Suvari (also in AMERICAN BEAUTY and AMERICAN VIRGIN), Seann William Scott, Jennifer Coolidge, Lawrence Pressman, Clyde Kusatsu
and Chris Owen. Music by David Lawrence. Weitz (with his brother Paul, who produced AMERICAN PIE) co-wrote ANTZ.
AMERICAN PIE PRESENTS BAND CAMP (2005)—Directed
by Steve Rash. Stars Tad Hilgenbrink, Arielle Kebbel, Eugene Levy, Chris Owen. You may have thought that, after AMERICAN WEDDING
married off the leading characters played by Jason Biggs and Alyson Hannigan, there was no more story left to tell in this
universe. But money talks, and Universal continued the successful AMERICAN PIE series with this loose sequel that was made
for DVD release. While the characters (for the most part) have changed, the series’ dependence on foul scatological
humor and embarrassing teenage sexuality hasn’t.
BAND CAMP introduces Matt Stifler (Hilgenbrink), the obnoxious younger
brother of the even more obnoxious Steve Stifler played by Seann William Scott in the theatrical films. Give director Steve
Rash (THE BUDDY HOLLY STORY) and his casting department credit for finding a young actor who looks and acts exactly like Scott,
though Hilgenbrink couldn’t make me believe that the jackass he’s playing would be his high school’s chick
magnet.
After his mischievous prank breaks up the school’s graduation
party, “The Sherminator” (Chris Owen, the only original young cast member to return for the DTV sequels), the
new guidance counselor, sentences Stifler to attend band camp—an odd punishment, considering Stifler doesn’t play
an instrument. Repulsed at the concept of hanging out with band geeks all summer, Stifler decides to spend his spare time
taping girls in the shower and teaching his nerdy roommate how to be as big a jerk as he is. Naturally, Stifler’s gags
tend to backfire, resulting in strange situations like being found naked with his member stuck inside an oboe. It’s
that kind of movie.
I actually didn’t mind BAND CAMP too much, though it treads
no new ground. Arielle Kebbel, as the sweet bandleader and composer who inexplicably falls for Stifler, is a charmer who resembles
Mandy Moore, and Rash finds room for Eugene Levy, so funny as Jim’s Dad in the earlier films, to step in as the band
camp’s counselor. Timothy Stack (MY NAME IS EARL) and former porn star Ginger Lynn Allen play the camp’s adults
in scenes that recall THE ADDAMS FAMILY. Although Rash had a small budget, Universal provided a comfortable shooting schedule
and Malibu locations, unlike the later sequels, which were farmed out to Canada. As long as you’re going to watch wild
comedies where girls take off their clothes, it might as well be this one. Also with Omar Benson Miller, Angela Little, Crystle
Lightning, and Matt Barr.
AMERICAN PIE PRESENTS BETA HOUSE (2007)—Directed
by Andrew Waller. Stars John White, Steve Talley, Jake Siegel, Eugene Levy, Nic Nac, Tyrone Savage, Meghan Heffern. Almost
exactly 12 months after the fifth AMERICAN PIE movie went directly to DVD, here comes Number 6, which is actually a true sequel
to THE NAKED MILE. It also rivals NAKED MILE in the surprisingly (but delightfully) high number of bare breasts on display.
Heck, director Andrew Waller even works them into the story at film’s end, just to be sure he got several dozen more
on the screen.
By this point, though, and I’m not saying the boobs aren’t
nice, but I’m just as curious to see how the story can manage to work Eugene Levy into it. Awkwardly, actually, as Waller
had to clumsily shoot around Levy in at least one scene that was probably shot after the budget had already chewed up the
two days for which it could afford him. It turns out that Mr. Levenstein (Levy) is the attorney on retainer for Beta House,
the fraternity to which Dwight Stifler (Talley) belongs. He also ends up emceeing the Greek Games, a long-barred competition
between the Beta boys and the Geek House, who plot to get the partying Betas kicked off campus. In an odd twist on REVENGE
OF THE NERDS that probably says a lot (negative) about today’s society, the nerdy bookworms are the villains, and the
beer-chugging BMOCs are the good guys.
Erik Stifler (White) and his buddy Cooze (Siegel) are now college
freshmen pledging the Betas, which allows the writer to invent a series of gross acts for the boys to perform, most of which
involve them becoming naked and embarrassing themselves. As Erik is now without a girlfriend, he finds himself falling for
pretty Ashley (Heffern), who’s a pretty good sport, considering Erik’s inept sexuality (his MATRIX-style “bullet
time” premature ejaculation stains her teddy bear and her family portrait).
The game cast seems enthusiastic and unafraid to look silly, which
is a good thing. Writer Erik Lindsay (who also penned THE NAKED MILE) creates an odd DEER HUNTER parody, which is mystifying
considering that nobody in the target audience has any idea what THE DEER HUNTER is (though they might enjoy Dwight and his
Geek enemy playing Russian roulette with a gun containing cylinders of horse semen). Pilar Cazares, refreshingly plus-sized
(and cute) Christine Barger, and Rachel Skarsten provide some of the many bosoms.
AMERICAN PIE PRESENTS THE BOOK OF LOVE (2009)—Directed
by John Putch. Stars Bug Hall, Kevin Horton, Brandon Hardesty, Eugene Levy, Beth Behrs, John Patrick Jordan, Melanie Papalia.
The seventh film in Universal’s lucrative teen comedy series goes all the way back to the 1999 original for its inspiration.
Remember the mystical sex Bible found by Thomas Ian Nicholas’ Kevin? It’s still hidden in the East Great Falls
High School library, where it’s found by hapless virgins Rob (Bug Hall), who’s trying to cross the friend zone
with cute buddy Heidi (Beth Behrs); horny fat guy Lube (Brandon Hardesty); and Nathan (Kevin Horton), whose frigid girlfriend
Dana (Melanie Papalia) prefers the Lord over sex.
With veteran television director John Putch (THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE)
behind the camera, THE BOOK OF LOVE differs from the earlier sequels in its kitschy cast of 1970s and ‘80s has-beens
that amused me, but must have bewildered its target audience. Besides Rosanna Arquette (DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN) as Rob’s
mom, Sherman Hemsley (THE JEFFERSONS) as a preacher, Curtis Armstrong (REVENGE OF THE NERDS) as a pervy teacher, and, of course,
Eugene Levy (SCTV) back for his seventh turn as Mr. Levenstein, Putch assembles a roundtable of anachronisms to play the sex
Bible’s architects: Dustin Diamond (SAVED BY THE BELL), Christopher Knight (THE BRADY BUNCH), Tim Matheson (NATIONAL
LAMPOON’S ANIMAL HOUSE), Steve Railsback (THE STUNT MAN), C. Thomas Howell (THE OUTSIDERS), and Robert Romanus (FAST
TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH). Plus, Britney brat Kevin Federline, Poison’s Bret Michaels, and ubiquitous direct-to-video
filmmaker Jim Wynorski, who receives an amusing “Introducing” credit.
Has the AMERICAN PIE train finally run out of fuel? I actually liked
all of the earlier films to some extent, mostly because they were energetic with appealing young stars, occasionally clever
gags, and lots of female nudity. THE BOOK OF LOVE is the least inspired of the series. It tries to give the actors something
to do, jumping from high school to Canadian brothel to snowy ski trip with reckless abandon, but everything plays like a rehash
of scenes we’ve seen before. Except for the sex with animals and corpses. That’s new. Former child star Hall (he
was Alfalfa in the LITTLE RASCALS remake) is a very likable lead, and Jennifer Holland adds depth to her cheerleader hottie.
Oh, and before you ask, yes, there is a Stifler—John Patrick
Jordan, whose Seann William Scott impression as new Stifler Scott is quite bad. Also with charming British soap star Louisa
Lytton, Jill Teed, Nico McEown, and Romanus’ funny FAST TIMES reference to LED ZEPPELIN IV. Levy’s Noah Levenstein,
previously an attorney in AMERICAN PIE PRESENTS BETA HOUSE, is now the owner of a carpet warehouse. Universal reportedly is
planning a new AMERICAN PIE feature for theatrical release in 2011.
AMERICAN PIE PRESENTS THE NAKED MILE (2006)—Directed
by Joe Nussbaum. Stars John White, Steve Talley, Jake Siegel, Eugene Levy, Jessy Schram, Candace Kroslak. How many Stiflers
are in this family anyway? NAKED MILE introduces us to cousin Erik Stifler (John White), who, we learn, is the “black
sheep” of the family, because he studies, gets decent grades, and—shockers—is still a virgin in high school.
He does manage, however, to kill his grandmother when the whole family walks in on him whacking it in the living room.
After a sexual interlude with nice girlfriend Tracy (Schram) ends
in Erik’s humiliation (when her father walks in, Erik is forced to hide naked in the dryer, where he drops a deuce),
rather than a successful climax, she agrees to help alleviate his frustration by issuing a free pass—a weekend where
Erik can do anything (and anyone) he wants. Erik and his pal Cooze (Siegel) go to visit another Stifler—cousin Dwight
(Talley)—at college, where the non-stop partying provides Erik with a sure thing, a major hottie named Brandy (Kroslak).
But is it possible for Erik to enjoy guilt-free sex, even with Tracy’s permission? What’s a nice guy to do?
One thing about NAKED MILE—it offers more nudity than I’ve
seen on-screen in a long time. The Naked Mile, in the story, is an annual campus event in which students streak across the
quad—the debaucherous attraction that lured Erik and Cooze to college in the first place. Tuition must be high, because
most of the young women there have the means to purchase fake breasts. Boobs and buns fill the screen most of the time, though
equal-time advocates will be happy to hear that the male stars do some flashing as well.
As sick as much of the humor is, with semen and urine splashing across
the screen like Tom Sawyer’s whitewash, it isn’t terribly mean-spirited, and the attractive cast seem like likable
dudes you wouldn’t mind hanging out with—even Dwight Stifler isn’t a bad guy. And while many of the gags
are scatological retreads from the earlier films, a silly setpiece involving our heroes in an intramural mud football game
against a team of dwarves is genuinely fresh and funny. Nussbaum makes it funny by presenting the little people not as jokes
or victims, but as comic villains easily the mental, physical and sexual equals of Stifler and his pals.
I know you can’t believe it, but Eugene Levy is back again as
Mr. Levenstein, who returns to college to emcee the Naked Mile. I’m beginning to think a detailed backstory of his character
would be mighty interesting, as we discover Mr. Levenstein was quite a BMOC back in the day (in THE BOOK OF LOVE, we’ll
learn that he created the legendary sex Bible found by his son Jim and his friends in the first AMERICAN PIE). Also with Christopher
McDonald as Stifler’s (obnoxious) dad, Ross Thomas, Jaclyn A. Smith, Mika Winkler, and Jordan Prentice.
AMERICAN PIE 2 (2001)--Directed by J.B. Rogers. Stars Jason Biggs and the whole damn cast of the first movie. If you liked the original AP (and I did), you'll probably find yourself laughing a lot during this good-natured
sequel. Although a few of the higher-profile cast members (like Mena Suvari and
Tara Reid) have been relegated to glorified cameo status, AP2 is pretty much the same movie involving the same likable group
of guys you liked the first time.
The
boys--worrywart Jim (Biggs), laidback Oz (Chris Klein), sophisticated Finch (Eddie Kaye Thomas), bland Kevin (Thomas Ian Nicholas)
and obnoxious Stifler (Seann William Scott)--spend the summer living together in a beachside house. Jim is freaking out because European sexpot Nadia (Shannon Elizabeth) is coming to visit at the end of
the summer. He isn't sure he'll be able to "perform" for her, so he hits up band-camper Michelle (Alyson Hannigan) for lessons
in amour. Meanwhile, Oz is stressed over his long-distance relationship with
Heather (Suvari), who's studying overseas, Finch awaits his reunion with Stifler's mother, Kevin is still obsessed with old
girlfriend Vicky (Reid), and Stifler continues to get into trouble.
One
scene in which the boys are tricked into performing sexual acts on each other in exchange for getting to watch two lesbians
make out is extremely funny, but otherwise, AMERICAN PIE 2 is no more than a frothy good time.
Also with Eugene Levy, Natasha Lyonne, Chris Owen, Casey Affleck, Molly Cheek, Larry Drake, George Wyner, Kevin Kilner
and Jennifer Coolidge. Rogers and writer Adam Herz have cameos.
THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT (1995)--Directed by Rob Reiner. Stars Michael Douglas, Annette Bening,
Martin Sheen, Michael J. Fox. Reiner's film casts Douglas as Andrew Shepherd, a middle-aged liberal-minded widowed Midwesterner
who also happens to be the President of the United States and wonders, "What would happen if the most powerful figure in the
world met a cute environmental lobbyist and decided to ask her for a date?" Aaron Sorkin's (A FEW GOOD MEN) screenplay works
(and well) on three levels: as a light comedy, as a love story and as political satire. We know now of John F. Kennedy's sexual
dalliances in the White House; what if a real-life president in our media-hungry present were to have a girlfriend--one that
actually (GASP!) spent the night? It's an interesting question, and one that Reiner and Sorkin answer in an amusing and entertaining
fashion. Douglas is charming in a rare likable role (his heroes are usually pretty creepy guys), and Bening is sweet and as
cute as a button. Richard Dreyfuss seems to be having a great time in an unbilled cameo as an ultra-conservative senator;
any similarities to real-life Senator Bob Dole are surely coincidental... Also with David Paymer, Anna Devere Smith, John
Mahoney and Samantha Mathis. Music by Marc Shaiman.
AMERICAN RASPBERRY (1977)—Directed by Bradley
R. Swirnoff. The director of TUNNELVISION also made this inconsistent comedy composed of blackouts parodying television shows
and commercials in the vein of THE GROOVE TUBE. Among the film’s targets are Puerto Ricans, politicians, the handicapped,
starving Africans, and the victims of sniper Charles Whitman. Clearly, good taste was abandoned during the film’s writing
stage, and there’s nothing wrong with that so long as the humor works. It often does with mock commercials for the Catholic
Church, feminine products, and the Ugandan Negro College Fund garnering big laughs. Swirnoff and his three co-writers (including
two GOOD TIMES staffers) pad the film to over an hour with an uninteresting wraparound setting up the premise, which is that
the airwaves have been hijacked by someone who is replacing real programming with the irreverence seen here. Among the recognizable
actors making cameos are Warren Oates, Robert Ridgely, Harris Yulin, Joanna Cassidy, Dick O’Neill, David Spielberg,
Craig Richard Nelson, George Furth, Fred Dryer, Harry Shearer, Kinky Friedman, and the voice of Danny Dark. Originally released
by Cannon as PRIME TIME after Warner Brothers, believing the comedy to be unreleasable, sold the rights, AMERICAN RASPBERRY
played drive-ins and small theaters off and on into the 1980s.
AMERICAN SAMURAI (1992)—Directed by Sam Firstenberg.
Stars David Bradley, Mark Dacascos, Valarie Trapp, John Fujioka. One of Cannon’s last productions was this limp
BLOODSPORT retread pitting erstwhile AMERICAN NINJA Bradley against future BROTHERHOOD OF THE WOLF star Dacascos as his evil
adopted brother. Storytelling is shaky in what looks to have been an awkward production. It opens with a plane
crash in rural Japan, and it’s up to us to figure out that the lone survivor was an American baby, which is rescued
and reared by martial-arts expert Tatsuya (Fujioka). The child grows up to be Drew Collins (Bradley), whose intense
training inspires his “father” to hand down to him a legendary family sword upon graduation. This makes
Tatsuya’s biological son Kenjiro (Dacascos) jealous and furious enough to become a drug dealer for the Yakuza.
Five years later, Drew, a journalist on assignment in Turkey, is kidnapped and forced to fight in a series of underground
martial-arts death matches in which the reigning champion is none other than, yeah, you guessed it, Kenjiro. MPAA cuts
and other post-production woes are obvious, particularly a sex scene using body doubles for Bradley and Trapp that keeps their
faces clumsily obscured while the stars dub dialogue over the backs of somebody’s heads. The fights are decent
enough—Firstenburg could always direct action just fine—but AMERICAN SAMURAI has little else to recommend, and,
frankly, you can find better fighting elsewhere.
AMERICAN SHAOLIN: KING OF THE KICKBOXERS II (1991)—Directed
by Lucas Lowe. Stars Reese Madigan, Trent Bushey, Henry O. After young kickboxer Drew Carson (Madigan) is humiliated
during a match when his mean opponent Trevor Gottitall (!), played by Bushey, pulls his pants down (!), he decides to go to
China and train to become a Shaolin monk. The old priest (Henry O) won’t let him in, so Drew sits outside in the
rain for several days until the old dude finally cracks and allows Drew to become the first Caucasian monk. The film
is really more like THE KARATE KID than KING OF THE KICKBOXERS (no characters from the original appear in this fake sequel)
or AMERICAN NINJA. Drew overcomes adversity and frustration and comes to bond with his wizened teachers before leaving
the temple and using his new fighting skills to smack the crap out of rotten ponytailed Trevor. The Asian locations
and well-designed action scenes help make this alleged sequel a diverting choice, but nothing special and certainly nothing
as wild as the original KING OF THE KICKBOXERS (which Lowe also directed). LOST’s Daniel Dae Kim, Jean Louisa
Kelly (YES, DEAR) and Andrew Shue (MELROSE PLACE) are in it.
AMERICAN SPLENDOR (2003)--Directed by Robert Pulcini & Shari Springer Berman. Stars
Paul Giamatti, Hope Davis. Character actor Giamatti (PRIVATE PARTS) is excellent in this seriocomic autobiography of
Cleveland file clerk Harvey Pekar, a somewhat gloomy and abrasive guy who gained underground fame during the 1980’s
for his comic book AMERICAN SPLENDOR, the first issue of which was partially drawn by Robert Crumb from Pekar’s script.
Boiling with internal rage due to, among other things, two failed marriages, poverty and a dead-end job at a Veterans Administration
hospital, Pekar attempts to exorcise some of it by writing a comic book about his life experiences. One of his fans,
a neurotic comic-shop owner from Delaware named Joyce Brabner (Davis), starts a long-distance relationship with Harvey, and
eventually moves to Cleveland to marry him. Pulcini and Berman successfully mix real interview footage of Pekar and
Brabner into the film, which comes to a fascinating head when the Giamatti Pekar goes on NBC’s LATE NIGHT WITH DAVID
LETTERMAN, which is not a recreation of events, but actual clips from the show. The performances and scripting are marvelous,
and only the most cynical among us will be disappointed by the finale, in which Harvey finally finds happiness. Also
with James Urbaniak as Crumb, Judah Friedlander, Earl Billings, James McCaffrey, Donal Logue and Molly Shannon. The
soundtrack features a lot of jazz standards. Filmed in Cleveland.
AMERICAN WEDDING (2003)--Directed by Jesse Dylan. Stars Jason Biggs, Alison Hannigan,
Seann William Scott, Eugene Levy, January Jones. It’s the same ol’ same ol’ as the AMERICAN PIE gang
reunites once again, this time for the wedding of Jim (Biggs) and flutist Michelle (Hannigan). Scott as obnoxious party
boy Stifler receives a lot more screen time, as Dylan and writer Adam Herz detail Stifler’s disappointment at not being
invited to Jim’s wedding and his scheme to nail Michelle’s sweet sister Cadence (Jones) by pretending to be a
nice guy. AMERICAN WEDDING is a nice movie and all, but there isn’t a lot going on here that we haven’t
seen before, and even the attempts at pushing the envelope by having the characters eat pubic hair and dog feces seem forced.
I like the characters and I like spending time with them, but perhaps it’s time for us to grow up and go our separate
ways. One highlight is Levy’s superb performance as Jim’s understanding dad; another is a farcical bachelor
party sequence featuring the eye-popping naked breasts of Nikki Schieler Ziering and Amanda Swisten. Also with Eddie
Kaye Thomas, Thomas Ian Nicholas (barely), Molly Cheek, Fred Willard, Deborah Rush, Eric Allen Kramer, Lawrence Pressman and
Jennifer Coolidge.
AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON (1981)--Directed by John Landis. Stars David Naughton, Jenny
Agutter, Griffin Dunne. Horror comedy about a pair of American college students (Naughton and Dunne) who are attacked by a
werewolf while vacationing in the British moors. Dunne is killed, and Naughton finds himself unable to resist howling at the
full moon and killing people. Dunne is very funny as his own ghost, who shows up periodically to beg Naughton to commit suicide
before he kills again. One of the best mixes of frightening horror and laughs, although I like THE HOWLING, which came out
at about the same time, better. Script by Landis. Score by Elmer Bernstein. Rick Baker won the first Best Makeup Academy Award
for Naughton's stunning transformations from man to werewolf.
AMERICANA (1983)—Directed by David Carradine.
Stars David Carradine, Barbara Hershey, Michael Greene. An honest labor of love, much like Carradine’s directorial debut,
the little-seen YOU AND ME. AMERICANA was ten years in the making from its production during the star’s 1973 KUNG FU
summer hiatus to its eventual 1983 theatrical release by Crown International. Both films are stylistically and thematically
similar with some concepts and dialogue showing up in both. It’s interesting that the Hollywood-born and –bred
Carradine has such an affinity and respect for rural life; most Hollywood pictures portray anyone not from the East or West
Coast as hillbillies and rednecks.
Carradine plays a drifting Vietnam vet who notices a dilapidated old
carousel rusting away on a grassy lot in a small Midwestern town. To the confusion of the locals, who can’t imagine
why anyone would bother, he decides to fix the damn thing, working odd jobs for a few dollars here and there for parts and
tools. Why he chooses to do this is for us to decide. Maybe he wants to create something to compensate for the destruction
he saw (and participated in) in the war.
As a director, Carradine is as patient as the character he portrays
in AMERICANA. He delights in using an unseasoned cast in small roles that provide small-town verisimilitude that his budget
won’t allow. The film is leisurely paced, but never uninteresting. In supporting parts are the earthy Hershey (the mother
of Carradine’s child Free) and the reliable Greene, who registers strongly as a local mechanic who seems envious of
Carradine’s freedom. Also with John Blyth Barrymore, Dan Haggerty, Fran Ryan, and Bruce Carradine. Music by Craig Hundley.
THE AMITYVILLE HORROR (1979)--Directed by Stuart Rosenberg. Stars James Brolin, Margot
Kidder, Rod Steiger. I never read Jay Anson's immensely popular best-seller chronicling the alleged true story of George
and Kathy Lutz, who, according to THE AMITYVILLE HORROR, fled from their Amityville, New York home less than a month after
moving in. Fled from the bleeding staircases, floating demon pig heads, freezing temperatures and the doorway to Hell hidden
behind a stone wall in the basement. In 1979, American International Pictures released a film version of Anson's book,
which became one of the most financially successful independent films ever made. That it's not very good should tell you just
how hot the subject of the Amityville hoax/not-a-hoax was in the late 1970's.
James Brolin, just about at the end of his short run as a leading man in feature films, plays George with
a Landonesque main of dark hair, and Margot Kidder, hot off SUPERMAN, was Kathy. You're probably familiar enough with the
basic story: family with three kids moves into the Amityville house one year after young Daniel DeFeo murdered his parents
and four siblings in their sleep. Soon thereafter, the family is haunted by various supernatural threats. Not even the Catholic
Church can help, as the local priest (an out-of-control Rod Steiger) sputters, vomits and hams his way through a part that
likely was much smaller in the book. I assume the reason the film is so uneventful is because the, um, "real" story
was uneventful. I mean, really, that climax with Brolin in the house...c'mon...not exactly pulse-pounding excitement. And
surely I'm not the only one wishing Lin Ye Tang was down in the basement hosting a new episode of DOORWAY TO HELL...
What's really funny is that the 2005 remake boasts of being "based on a true story", but the theatrical trailer
for the 1979 film claims only to be based on "the book that made you believe..." Not exactly the same thing. There were obvious
rumblings in 1979 that Anson's book and the Lutzes' story was bullshit, but by 2005, it was pretty clear. Also with Don Stroud,
John Larch, Murray Hamilton, Val Avery, Michael Sacks, Helen Shaver, James Tolkan and Ed Barth. Lalo Schifrin's score,
once rejected by William Friedkin for THE EXORCIST, was nominated for an Oscar. About a zillion sequels, many of them
made for cable or video release, followed.
AMITYVILLE II: THE POSSESSION (1982)--Directed by Damiano Damiani. Stars James Olson,
Burt Young, Jack Magner, Rutanya Alda, Diane Franklin. AIP's 1979 smash THE AMITYVILLE HORROR was based on Jay Anson's
best-selling book, which posited that the Lutz family was haunted by demons soon after moving into a large house in Amityville,
New York. The book was supposedly factual, even though many people believed it was just a hoax (a suspicion that has
been all but confirmed in the decades since). What is true is that the previous owners of the Lutz house, the DeFeo
family, had been murdered by their teenage son Ronald DeFeo. This Dino de Laurentiis production is loosely based on
the DeFeo murders and cheapens the real-life tragedy by claiming that the Ronald character (Sonny Montelli in the film) was
the victim of demon possession.
In Orion's glossy but sleazy sequel, the only American production directed by Italian Damiani, the Montellis,
including abusive father Anthony (Young), doormat wife Dolores (Alda), sensitive oldest son Sonny (Magner) and nice Catholic
sister Patricia (Franklin), move into their new Amityville house and are immediately victimized by strange noises, floating
tablecloths, a lack of heating, and stinky gook emanating from a hidden room under the house. Damiani and scripter Tommy
Lee Wallace (HALLOWEEN) leave no distasteful notion unexplored, as Anthony slaps around his family and, in the film's most
notorious scene, Sonny seduces his teenage sister by telling her how beautiful she is and then asking her to strip for him,
which she does rather easily. The murders occur at the two-thirds point, which is where AMITYVILLE II begins ripping
off THE EXORCIST, bringing in guilt-ridden Father Adamsky (top-billed Olson) to circumvent the police and the Church in order
to exorcise Sonny's demons.
Awash in Damiani's swooping camera movements, a lush Lalo Schifrin score, and more laughs than a Will Ferrell
comedy, AMITYVILLE II will either make you uncomfortable or leave you in stitches. Granted, there's little funny about
a young man blasting his younger siblings to death with a shotgun, but the overwrought performances (Olson is the prime offender),
absurd dialogue (one cop goes along with Adamsky's wacky plan because he claims to have seen a possessed soul once in Puerto
Rico) and splashy violence make the sequel at least more watchable than its predecessor. The production returned to
New Jersey for exteriors, but shot the interiors at Churubusco Studios in Mexico City. Also with Andrew Prine, Moses
Gunn, Ted Ross and Leonardo Cimino.
AMITYVILLE 3-D (1983)--Directed by Richard Fleischer. Stars Tony Roberts, Tess Harper,
Candy Clark. After the squirm-inducing storyline and elaborate effects sequences in AMITYVILLE II, this PG-rated sequel,
shot in Arriflex 3-D, seems somewhat quaint. It sure could have used a few more thrills or even some hamminess along
the lines of Rod Steiger's apoplectic priest in THE AMITYVILLE HORROR. Instead, we get Roberts as a tabloid reporter
who, along with his photographer partner (Clark), exposes supernatural hoaxes for REVEAL magazine. Lured by the ultra-low
price of the infamous Amityville house, Roberts buys it and moves into it. You can guess what happens next. Actually,
not a whole lot happens, and even though Orion made sure to use the same interior and exterior sets, the house's backstory
and history kept changing from film to film, the Montellis of AMITYVILLE II now being referenced as the real-life DeFeo family.
Lori Loughlin and Meg Ryan appear as teen victims. For some reason, producer Dino DeLaurentiis went out of his way to
proclaim that this film was not a sequel to the first two AMITYVILLEs, even putting a disclaimer in the credits. Also
with John Harkins and Robert Joy. Music by Howard Blake. This was the last of the series to receive a theatrical
release; five (so far) more sequels were made for television or video.
THE AMSTERDAM KILL (1978)--Directed
by Robert Clouse. Stars Robert Mitchum, Richard Egan, Leslie Nielsen, Bradford Dillman. The same year he traveled to England
to remake THE BIG SLEEP, Mitchum filmed this Golden Harvest adventure in Amsterdam and Hong Kong. Despite the studio, director
(Clouse helmed Bruce Lee's best film ENTER THE DRAGON) and location, there isn't any kung fu in this talky crime movie about
an ex-cop (Mitchum) recruited by the DEA to catch Chinese drug dealers. The stars are pretty bland, and no question Mitch
walks through his part--he's even sleepier than usual. Also with Keye Luke. Screenplay by Clouse and Gregory Tiefer; Raymond
Chow was executive producer.
ANACONDA (1997)--Directed by Luis Llosa. Stars Jennifer Lopez, Ice Cube,
Jon Voight, Eric Stoltz. A group of young filmmakers, led by anthropologist Stoltz and director Lopez, journey into the Brazilian
rainforest to make a documentary about a lost tribe of snake worshippers. While traveling down the Amazon, they encounter
Paul Sarone (an outrageously hammy Voight), a Paraguayan (!) snake hunter who may or may not have sinister motives. He's tracking
a 40-foot anaconda--"the perfect killing machine", he says ominously--and stands to earn a million bucks (from collectors)
if he can bring it in alive.
ANACONDA is nothing more--or less--than a standard monster movie, albeit one beautifully
photographed by Bill Butler (JAWS) on location in Brazil (except for the climax which was shot at the Los Angeles Arboretum).
The screenplay by Hans Bauer, Jack Epps Jr., Jim Cash and John Mandel fails to develop any of its characters; since most of
them exist only to get chomped by the monster, it would have been nice to get to know them and care about them first. The
snake itself--a combination of animatronics and CGI--is never convincing. It doesn't develop any sort of personality, and
the special effects used to bring it to life are too cartoony to make it believable. The cast (with one exception), saddled
with a pedestrian script, can only go through the motions, mouthing the silly dialogue and dying at just the right intervals
(about one per reel). The best reason to see ANACONDA is for Voight's performance, which is (intentionally) hilarious; it's
kind of a mixture of Brando, Nicholson and Bogart in THE AFRICAN QUEEN. In fact, Voight may be the only actor in the film
to realize how silly it all is, and is wise enough to have fun with it. Its a marvelously entertaining job of acting.
I
also liked Jennifer Lopez's tank top. Also with Owen Wilson, Kari Wuhrer, Jonathan Hyde, Vincent Castellanos and Danny Trejo.
Score by Randy Edelman is standard and derivative; at one point, Wuhrer's character is alerted to danger because of the jungle's
sudden silence--a silence we're unaware of since Edelman insists on blaring music over it. From the director of THE SPECIALIST
and SNIPER.
ANALYZE THIS (1999)—Directed by Harold Ramis. Stars Robert DeNiro, Billy Crystal, Lisa
Kudrow, Bill Macy, Chazz Palminteri. DeNiro and Crystal are an appealing odd couple in a safe and very successful sitcom about
a New York City mobster (DeNiro) with anxiety issues and the psychiatrist (Crystal) he picked to cure him. Poor Paul Vitti
is having trouble doing his job. He can barely even kill someone without breaking into a crying jag. And if the Mob catches
on to Paul’s weaknesses before the big summit in two weeks, his rival Primo Sindone (Palminteri) will probably kill
him. The mismatched DeNiro and Crystal have a good time playing with their images. Second-half plot machinations threaten
to knock the wheels off Ramis’ well-oiled machine, which doesn’t take even a tiny step towards the cutting edge.
Crystal’s GODFATHER-inspired dream is a perfect example of the film’s lazy approach to the material, which is
still funny enough to recommend. The stars and Ramis returned for ANALYZE THAT in 2002. Also with Leo Rossi, Pat Cooper, Joe
Viterelli, Molly Shannon, and Tony Bennett.
ANATOMY OF A MURDER (1959)--Directed by Otto Preminger. Stars James Stewart, Lee Remick,
Ben Gazzara, George C. Scott. Top-notch courtroom drama earned seven Academy Award nominations, including Best Picture and
Best Actor for Stewart’s small-town attorney. Wendell Mayes’ Oscar-nominated screenplay (based on John Voekler’s
novel) raised many eyebrows with its frank language—including “bitch,” ”panties,” and “contraception”—that
got it banned in some American cities. The incendiary setup finds Army officer Fred Manion (Gazzara) on trial for killing
the man who raped his wife Laura (Remick in a role intended for Lana Turner). But was she raped, or did Manion kill his wife’s
consensual lover out of jealousy? It’s up to avuncular Paul Biegler (Stewart), representing Manion, to earn an acquittal
against hard-nosed prosecutor Claude Dancer (Scott). Scott was not a known film actor then, but he made his bones going toe-to-toe
with Stewart in the thrilling finale. Also with Eve Arden, Arthur O'Connell, Kathryn Grant, Orson Bean, Ken Lynch, Howard
McNear, Murray Hamilton, and Judge Joseph N. Welch, who was notorious at the time for helping bring down Senator Joseph McCarthy.
Preminger shot on authentic Michigan locations. Also notable for Duke Ellington’s influential jazz score and Saul Bass’
titles and arresting poster design.
ANCHORMAN: THE LEGEND OF RON BURGUNDY (2004)--Directed by Adam McKay. Stars Will Ferrell,
Christina Applegate, Paul Rudd, Steve Carell, David Koechner, Fred Willard. Former SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE funnyman Ferrell
strikes it big with this amusing mixture of broad sketch comedy and out-of-its-gourd absurdist humor. While not all
of its gags work, enough of them do, and I have to admit that, by the end of the movie, I was literally crying with laughter,
and I haven't done that in a long time.
Ron Burgundy (Ferrell) is San Diego's top-rated local news anchor of the 1970's. Vain, ignorant, obnoxious
and blessed with perfectly coiffed hair and wardrobe tastes that favor baby blue turtlenecks and maroon leisure suits, Burgundy
and his News Team sidekicks--ladies'-man investigative reporter Brian Fontana (Rudd), redneck sportscaster Champ Kind (Koechner)
and dim weatherman Brick Tamland (Carell)--spend their off-hours preening, picking up one-night stands and partaking in back-alley
rumbles with newscasters from rival stations. Into their polyester-fueled misogynist mix enters Veronica Corningstone
(Applegate), an icy blonde reporter with designs on becoming the nation's first female news anchor. In other words,
an encroachment upon Burgundy's all-male fiefdom.
Plot means little in McKay and Ferrell's screenplay. What ANCHORMAN really wants to do is poke fun at
both television and '70s-era attitudes with a series of droll and occasionally hilarious interludes that couldn't possibly
take place on the planet Earth as we know it. Men break into impromptu a cappella performances of Starland Vocal Band's
cheesy "Afternoon Delight" during a routine conversation; a gang rumble among anchormen involves a burning man, death by trident
and a nod to PLANET OF THE APES; the climax involves an ethical choice between covering the birth of a panda or saving a woman
from being attacked by Kodiak bears.
So many jokes are tossed at us that an overwhelming number are bound to pay off, and ANCHORMAN does, for the
most part, engage its audience with its unrelenting barrage of star cameos, witty asides (Willard as Ferrell's boss has some
priceless telephone gags) and a line of attack that skewers its comic targets without becoming overly scatological or meanspirited.
Ferrell isn't yet a comic actor capable of nuance, but he does possess a force-of-nature approach to his performance that
forces you to notice him. There appears to be very little he won't do for a laugh, and the aura of innocence he presents
beneath Burgundy's chauvinistic bluster puts the audience firmly on his side, even when he's behaving petulantly.
While Ferrell anchors (pardon the pun) the film in a professional manner, he receives plenty of comic support
from his fellow cast members, most notably THE DAILY SHOW's Carell, who works wonders with his stock "dumb guy" character,
and Applegate (THE SWEETEST THING), who is both appealing and funny in the film's straightest performance, despite unflattering
cinematography by Thomas Ackerman that had me wondering whether she's had a facelift. Cameos by Vince Vaughn, Luke Wilson,
Tim Robbins, Jack Black and Ben Stiller provide some extra fun, as do familiar period-appropriate pop songs like The Cornelius
Brothers & Sister Rose's "Treat Her Like A Lady" and Blues Image's "Ride Captain Ride". Also with Chris Parnell,
Fred Armisen, Seth Rogen, Kathryn Hahn, Holmes Osborne and Danny Trejo. Chicago news legend Bill Kurtis provides narration.
Producer Judd Apatow's television resume includes acclaimed but low-rated comedies FREAKS & GEEKS, UNDECLARED and THE
BEN STILLER SHOW. Ron Burgundy's pet pup is named Baxter, surely an homage to THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW's bumbling anchorman
Ted Baxter, portrayed brilliantly by the Emmy-winning Ted Knight.
AND GOD CREATED WOMAN (1988)--Directed by Roger Vadim. Stars Rebecca DeMornay, Vincent Spano,
Frank Langella, Donovan Leitch. Remake of Vadim's 1957 film, which made Brigitte Bardot an international sex symbol. The same
cannot be said of DeMornay. She's a prisoner who needs a husband to obtain a parole, so she seduces dimwitted carpenter Spano.
She really loves married politician Langella. She also wants to be a singer in a rock-and-roll band. Stupid, but Rebecca sure
looks good nude.
...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL (1979)--Directed by Norman Jewison. Stars Al Pacino, Jack
Warden, John Forsythe, Christine Lahti, Jeffery Tambor. Good black comedy about a New York City attorney (Pacino) fighting
to save a wrongly imprisoned client. Warden plays his eccentric mentor and Forsythe is a corrupt judge. Pacino delivers his
famous "You're out of order!" speech during the wild courtroom finale. Screenplay by Valerie Curtin and Barry Levinson.
AND
NOW THE SCREAMING STARTS! (1973)--Directed by Roy Ward Baker. Stars Peter Cushing, Herbert Lom, Stephanie Beacham,
Ian Ogilvy. Amicus, Hammer's leading competitor in the British horror movie line, usually played its fright films tongue-in-cheek,
so it's unusual to see the sexual themes of David Case's novel FENGRIFFEN played under the Amicus banner. It appears to be
a pretty good movie, but it was difficult to tell from watching Prism Entertainment's OOP videocassette, which is brutally
censored and probably taken from a television print.
It's 1795, and newlyweds Charles (Ogilvy) and Catherine Fengriffen
(Beacham) are beginning their new lives together in the massive Fengriffen family castle, which is adorned with portraits
of Charles' ancestors. Catherine gets off to a rough start when she begins seeing spooky stuff--a bloody hand reaching out
for her, a face with empty eye sockets staring through the window. At first, it appears as though she's being "gaslighted"--at
least until she is raped on her wedding night by an apparition with a bloody stump of an arm. Although no one in the house
seems to believe her tales of woe, it's very clear that everyone--from Charles to the servants to the creepy woodsman with
a diamond-shaped birthmark on his face--is keeping a dark secret from her. Whenever Catherine convinces someone to explain
the secret, that person ends up dead before he or she can spill the beans--the family lawyer is axed to death, a maid falls
down the stairs. What finally drives Catherine to the edge of sanity is the discovery that she's pregnant (it's possible Charles
is impotent, but this aspect isn't very clear, at least in the Prism cut). At about the halfway point, Peter Cushing pops
up as Dr. Pope, a shrink from London who's enlisted by Charles to cure Catherine's emotional woes. It's only when he begins
his investigation into "sexual relations with demons" that he convinces Charles, who finally relates a sordid tale of his
grandfather Henry Fengriffen (Lom), whose rape and dismemberment of some newlyweds caused a curse to be cast upon the Fengriffen
family--more specifically, the child of the next Fengriffen virgin bride...
Even though Cushing appears for only about
45 minutes and Lom much less, the two veteran actors carry the film. Lom captures the right mixture of amused debauchery and
insouciant lust, while Cushing is smart, good-humored and the perfect Victorian hero. Beacham has a tendency to go over the
top when expressing panic, but she looks beautiful and doesn't harm the picture much, while the underused Ogilvy exhibits
all the charm of a young Roger Moore--no surprise he later inherited Moore's halo in the RETURN OF THE SAINT TV series. Even
better than the acting are the sumptuous sets--the crisscrossing corridors containing the Fengriffen paintings are a marvel
of design--and Baker's steady direction, which goes a long way towards enlivening the sometimes stiff screenplay by Roger
Marshall (THE AVENGERS).
As I stated above, AND NOW THE SCREAMING STARTS! is probably better than Prism's tape shows.
No sex or gore is present on the tape, but even worse is that many scenes have been chopped beyond recognition, causing gaps
in continuity and story. A conversation taking place in the house at night may end abruptly, and cut to the same characters
strolling outside during the day. And whenever a particularly frightening or suspenseful moment begins, you can count on the
print cutting away long before the payoff. It wasn't until reading another review that I realized what Ogilvy was doing in
his final scene in the graveyard! This is one film that could be greatly improved with an uncut DVD release.
Also
with Patrick Magee, Geoffrey Whitehead, Janet Key and Guy Rolfe. Music by Douglas Gamley. I believe Oakley Court was used
as the Fengriffen estate exterior. Beacham had appeared the year before in DRACULA A.D. 1972 as the granddaughter of Van Helsing,
played by Cushing. The American poster art, displaying an axe and a bloody hand, makes the film look much simpler and more
exploitative than it really is ("The dead HAND that crawls, KILLS and LIVES!!!"). Baker and Cushing did five films together,
two for Hammer.
AND SOON THE DARKNESS (1970)—Directed by Robert
Fuest. Stars Pamela Franklin, Michele Dotrice, Sandor Eles. Producer Albert Fennell, writers Terry Nation and Brian Clemens,
composer Laurie Johnson, and director Robert Fuest, all of whom worked together on the television series THE AVENGERS, collaborated
on this big-screen chiller produced with teeth-chattering aplomb. As much as the script and direction, the film creates a
sense of dread through sound…or the lack thereof. Johnson’s score is terrific, but Fuest also uses silence and
quiet sound effects to evoke a nihilistic mood, and presenting occasional dialogue in unsubtitled French puts the audience
on the same edge as the English-speaking protagonists.
Two attractive young birds, Jane (Franklin) and Cathy (Dotrice), embark
on a bicycling trip across the back roads of France. The brunette, Jane, intends to keep her carefully planned schedule, while
blond Cathy grows bored and wants to dawdle and work on her tan by the side of the road. They separate after a brief tiff,
but when Cathy doesn’t show up at the next town, Jane grows worried and goes looking for her. She meets Paul (Eles),
a detective who agrees to help her find Cathy, though he neglects to tell her about the pretty young tourist who was recently
raped and murdered along the same road.
Fuest masterfully frames each shot for maximum tension, and Franklin,
a former child star, is a marvelously vulnerable heroine. The climax isn’t perfect because of some deceptive acting
I can’t get into here, but it’s exciting enough that you probably won’t think about it while it’s
happening. AND SOON THE DARKNESS isn’t a Hammer movie, but could easily be mistaken for one. Clemens’ next two
films were indeed for Hammer: DR. JEKYLL & SISTER HYDE and CAPTAIN KRONOS, VAMPIRE HUNTER. AND SOON THE DARKNESS was remade
forty years later with Amber Heard (ALL THE BOYS LOVE MANDY LANE) and Odette Yustman (THE UNBORN) as the leads.
AND SOON THE DARKNESS (2010)—Directed by Marcos
Efron. Stars Amber Heard, Odette Yustman, Karl Urban. Anchor Bay’s remake of the 1970 British thriller transplants the
terror from France to Argentina. It appears to go out of its way to undermine the suspense writers Brian Clemens (THE AVENGERS)
and Terry Nation (BLAKE’S 7) and director Robert Fuest (THE DEVIL’S RAIN) wrenched from the original premise.
Whereas the protagonists in the original film were alone on barren stretches of road populated only by a handful of people
they couldn’t understand, the girls in Efron’s remake are in a town surrounded by solid citizens. Also deflating
suspense is the opening shot, which graphically shows us a horrifying event Fuest was content to merely hint at later in his
story.
Too lazy to bother with any mystery, the screenplay by Efron (making
his feature debut) and Jennifer Derwingson features American teens Stephanie (Heard) and Ellie (Yustman) on a bicycling vacation
in Argentina. After a night of drinking and flirting with men—well, it’s really vivacious Ellie doing the flirting
while Stephanie frets—the two girls have an argument, resulting in the more responsible Stephanie leaving Ellie sunbathing
near some woods. When Ellie doesn’t show up at a predetermined meeting place, Stephanie goes looking for her. The police
aren’t interested in helping, but Michael (Urban), another American, appears to be.
Efron has obviously seen the original film—he steals shots from
it—but doesn’t understand why it works. Whereas Fuest plunged its Strangers into a Strange Land, Heard’s
character comes across as falsely worldly (and able to beat up several men bigger and stronger than she), and Urban’s
is just plumb unbelievable. The movie would like you to believe that Michael is involved in Ellie’s disappearance, but
its insistence upon showing us Ellie’s kidnapping dispels that theory before Efron can even develop it. By revealing
too much of its plot and falling back on standard xenophobic horror tropes, AND SOON THE DARKNESS is a thriller that doesn’t
thrill.
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