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ABBOTT & COSTELLO GO TO MARS (1953)--Directed
by Charles Lamont. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Mari Blanchard, Horace McMahon, Jack Kruschen. Actually, they don't. Venus
is as far as the boys get in this tepid sci-fi slapstick comedy. Lester (Abbott), a janitor at a secret American rocket base,
and bumbling partner Orville (Costello) accidentally launch themselves in a rocket scheduled to land on Mars. After zipping
around New York City (and through the Holland Tunnel), they touchdown in New Orleans during Mardi Gras, which they mistake
for Mars (because of all the crazy costumes) and where they pick up two stowaways: erudite Mugsy (McMahon) and dumb Harry
(Kruschen), a pair of escaped convicts who rob a bank and hide out inside the rocket. The four lift off again, this time landing
on Venus, which is populated solely by stacked women and led by man-hating Queen Alurra (Blanchard), who banned men from the
planet 400 years previously after her king kissed a chambermaid. While A&C GO TO MARS probably was well-received by kiddie
matinee audiences of the '50s, it's slow-going for adults with the special effects, the buxom babes (played by Miss Universe
contestants) and some of Costello's antics among the few positive aspects. Anita Ekberg plays one of Blanchard's subjects,
and look for a very young Harry Shearer in the opening scene. Also with Robert Paige, Martha Hyer and Joe Kirk.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO IN THE FOREIGN LEGION (1950)--Directed
by Charles Lamont. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Walter Slezak, Patricia Medina, Wee Willie Davis. Bud and Lou
portray Bud and Lou (I think they only did this a couple of times in movies), wrestling promoters who pursue one of their
fighters, Abdullah the Assassin (real pro wrestler Davis), to Algiers to collect a $5000 debt. The unscrupulous Sgt.
Axmann (Slezak), who's in cahoots with the sheik of Abdullah's tribe, tricks the boys into signing up for a five-year mission
with the Foreign Legion, where they face deadly Arabs, desert mirages and a beautiful French Intelligence agent (Medina).
Like many of A&C's later films, FOREIGN LEGION is well-paced and offers several individual scenes that are quite funny,
including Lou's desert hallucinations and the opening wrestling match in which Costello is battered to a pulp. This
film was the duo's first in nearly a year because of Costello's health problems, which explains his weight loss, although
his energy was thankfully back to its usual high level. Also with Douglas Dumbrille, Marc Lawrence, Henry Corden, David
Gorcey, Tor Johnson and narration by Jeff Chandler.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET DR. JEKYLL & MR. HYDE
(1953)--Directed by Charles Lamont. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Boris Karloff. The boys are bumbling bobbies in turn-of-the-century
London who run afoul of Robert Louis Stevenson's literary Two-Face (played by Karloff, who seems to be having a good time).
Longtime Universal stuntman Eddie Parker seems to have played Hyde; I'm not sure if Karloff has any scenes in full monster
makeup. A few laughs, but not one of Bud & Lou's finest moments. Also with Craig (PETER GUNN) Stevens, Helen Westcott
and Reginald Denny.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN (1948)--Directed by Charles T. Barton.
Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Lon Chaney, Jr., Bela Lugosi, Glenn Strange, Lenore Aubert, Jane Randolph. The famed comedy
team's best film is also a major treat for horror fans. Lou is chased by a woman (Aubert) who wants to transplant his brain
into the title monster (Strange's third time in the role). The boys also tangle with Count Dracula (Lugosi) and Larry Talbot,
the Wolfman (Chaney for the fifth time). Widely considered to be the high point of A & C's career, and one of the finest
examples of horror/comedy in film history. Director Barton delivers a funny film, while treating its monsters with respect
(unlike many other spoofs, which try to elicit laughter by derision). Despite his identification with the role, Lugosi played
Count Dracula just twice in his career (1931's DRACULA was, of course, the other time). Strange later became a regular on
TV's GUNSMOKE; he also suffered an injury during the making of this film, so Chaney wore the Creature makeup for the scene
in which the Monster tosses Aubert through a window to her death. Look (or listen) for a cameo by Vincent Price as the voice
of the Invisible Man.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET THE INVISIBLE MAN (1951)--Directed
by Charles Lamont. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Arthur Franz, Adele Jurgens, William Frawley. This is probably
Bud and Lou's best film of the fifties. In the middle of meeting most of Universal-International's legion of monsters,
including the Mummy, Frankenstein's monster, Mr. Hyde and even Boris Karloff, the boys traded quips with the Invisible Man,
the H.G. Wells creation originally portrayed by Claude Rains in 1933. Here Bud and Lou play Bud and Lou, a pair of bumbling
private eyes hired by boxer Tommy Nelson (Franz) to prove his innocence in the murder of his manager. On the run from
the cops (led by William "Fred Mertz" Frawley), Tommy takes some of Rains' invisibility serum, which leads to a series of
mostly funny misunderstandings culminating in Costello's bout in the boxing ring with the invisible Nelson delivering the
blows to Lou's flummoxed opponent. David S. Horsley's visual effects are excellent for the period and hold up pretty
well today, while veterans like Sheldon Leonard, Gavin Muir, Paul Maxwell and Herb Vigran lend support.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET THE KILLER (1949)--Directed
by Charles Barton. Stars Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Boris Karloff. Often listed in reference books as ABBOTT &
COSTELLO MEET THE KILLER, BORIS KARLOFF, Dear Boris' name is featured on a separate credit card, so I believe the actual on-screen
title to be the one that does not include the horror king's name. Truthfully, he has little to do in this Universal
International mystery/comedy anyway and serves only as one of the script's many red herrings. The setting is a mountain
resort where bumbling bellhop Freddie (Costello) has found himself framed for the murder of a wealthy guest. His friend
Casey (Abbott), the house detective investigating the case, knows Freddie is innocent, but the cops aren't so sure.
Soon more bodies begin popping up, which leads to a very funny scene in which Freddie and Casey have to hide a pair of corpses
and wheel them all over the hotel looking for a safe place. Karloff plays a swami, who attempts to hypnotize Costello
into committing suicide in another good scene, although I don't understand why his character would do this, considering the
mystery's outcome. The exciting climax involves caverns and a bottomless pit, and despite Karloff's limited screen time,
KILLER appears to be one of A&C's better MEETings. Also with Lenore Aubert, Alan Mowbray, Donna Martell, James Flavin,
Roland Winters, Percy Helton and Gar Moore.
ABBY (1974)--Directed by William Girdler.
Stars Carol Speed, William Marshall, Terry Carter, Austin Stoker. This unintentionally hilarious blaxploitation ripoff
of THE EXORCIST was made in Louisville, Kentucky (and proud of it) by the director of ASYLUM OF SATAN and GRIZZLY. It's
a very good example of good actors working their butts off to make rice pudding out of cow pies. Stuck with a very low
budget and the inexperienced Girdler's po'-faced approached to essentially absurd material, ABBY ends up being more funny
than scary, utterly lacking in the horrific atmosphere needed to set the story on its edge.
While exploring some African ruins, holy man/archeologist Garnet
Williams (Marshall) uncovers a horny evil spirit named Eshu. Somehow (don't ask me) it makes its way to Louisville (!),
where it invades the body of Abby (Speed), the sweet newlywed wife of Reverend Emmett Williams (Carter), Garnet's son.
Before you can say, "the power of Christ compels you", Abby has transformed into an ugly, cruel, foul-mouthed sex machine,
frightening the elderly church organist into a fatal heart attack and cruising singles bars in search of carnal debauchery.
For some reason, nobody notices Abby's green makeup or the fact that she speaks in a raspy male voice (provided by Bob Holt)
when under Eshu's spell.
The sight of little Carol Speed foaming at the mouth, swearing like
a drunken sailor, and tossing grown men around like rag dolls is impossible to take seriously. On one hand, one feels
guilty mocking ABBY, since Girdler is nothing if not sincere in his intent to create a work of ghastly horror. Being
as he was usually able to get name actors to work for him, there must have been something about his personality that attracted
them, because they certainly couldn't have been impressed with his films. And ABBY's cast really does shine, struggling
as they do with the silly script by Girdler and Cornell G. Layne. BLACULA's Marshall does his best to anchor the film
in some sort of reality, spouting his Eshu expertise as if he really believed it, while Carter, who was on MCCLOUD at the
time, and Stoker, who starred in Girdler's PANIC CITY aka THE ZEBRA KILLER aka COMBAT COPS, as Abby's cop brother provide
fine support.
On the other hand, Robert O. Ragland's cheesy score, some very cheap
sets, and some of the most painfully ugly wardrobe choices this side of Chad Everett on MEDICAL CENTER prevents ABBY's audience
from experiencing any emotion except giggly amusement. Let's face it--the sight of an innocent-looking young woman possessed
by demonic forces and compelled to spit up green foam, curse, emit a sinister laugh, and latch on to the honkers of total
strangers is intrinsically ridiculous. THE EXORCIST managed to pull it off because of the brilliant filmmakers--such
as William Friedkin, Max von Sydow, Jason Miller, Dick Smith and William Peter Blatty--involved with that production.
Girdler ain't Billy Friedkin, and, as much as I like Marshall, he's not the great von Sydow either.
ABBY co-stars Oscar nominee Juanita Moore (IMITATION OF LIFE), Charles
Kissinger and Nathan Cook (THE WHITE SHADOW). Girdler's next was SHEBA, BABY with Pam Grier. American International
Pictures withdrew ABBY from circulation after Warner Brothers sued them over its similarity to THE EXORCIST (there really
isn't one), and ABBY has never been available on home video.
THE ABDUCTION OF SAINT ANNE (1975)--Directed by
Harry Falk. Stars Robert Wagner, E.G. Marshall, Kathleen Quinlan, Alfred Ryder. Wagner was on television almost
as much as Walter Cronkite during the period in which he starred in this ABC-TV mystery. Edward Hume, who also wrote
the STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO pilot that guest-starred Wagner, based this Quinn Martin production on Thomas Patrick McMahon’s
novel THE ISSUE OF THE BISHOP’S BLOOD.
A bishop (Marshall) from the Vatican hires atheist detective Wagner
to investigate unsubstantiated tales of a young woman (Quinlan) in Arizona who may be the world’s first American-born
saint. Rumors of stigmatas, faith healings and other miracles have intrigued the Catholic Church, which wants to whisk
the sheltered Quinlan away to Argentina to join a convent. The obstacle is her father (Ryder), a noted mobster who appears
to be holding her prisoner in his mansion. Wagner’s job is to break in, “kidnap” her, and spirit her
away to a waiting ship in San Diego.
Falk’s conservative direction doesn’t stand in the way
of Hume’s intriguing story, which tackles a potentially controversial issue with a matter-of-fact precision that fits
easily into the conventions of the private-eye genre. The chases, explosions and car crashes are perfunctory nods to
the ABC MOVIE OF THE WEEK audience, but play second fiddle to the explosive impact of Quinlan’s abilities and how they
affect the people around her. Falk and producer John Wilder assembled a typically top-notch cast, including Lloyd Nolan,
James Gregory, William Windom, A Martinez, Tony Young, Victor Mohica, Milton Selzer, Roy Jenson, Vic Perrin and Ruth McDevitt.
Nice score by George Duning. Two months later, ABC aired the pilot for SWITCH, which began its two-season run in the
fall of 1975.
THE ABDUCTORS (1971)--Directed by Don Schain. Stars
Cheri Caffaro, Jennifer Brooks, Richard Smedley, William Granell, Patrick Wright. For slim production values, stiff acting,
dumb dialogue and a whole truckload of naked women and sleazy thrills, you can't get much better than writer/director Schain's
GINGER series, which starred blonde bombshell Caffaro as an ultrasexy blond detective who had no qualms about using her body
and sexuality to stop the bad guys.
Firmly ensconced between the ILSA series and the T&A oeuvre of Andy Sidaris,
THE ABDUCTORS immediately grabs its drive-in audience by the curlies, providing no fewer than four nude and bound teenage
girls within its first five minutes. These victims--a beauty queen and a trio of cheerleaders--are being abducted by white
slavers to be sold as mistresses to wealthy businessmen. Before they can be delivered, however (at the princely sum of $100,000
apiece), each must be tutored in the Art of Hot Sex--lessons provided by mustachioed henchman Jablon (Wright), who enjoys
his work a little too much. Only after being fondled and raped by Jablon and his lackeys do the teenage abductees learn to
enjoy sex. Ginger, when she isn't engaging in juvenile double-entendre dialogue with her effeminate boss Jason (Granell) or
taunting studly new boyfriend Ken (Smedley) with her eye-raising array of revealing outfits, initiates a plan to send pretty
Carter Winston (Brooks) undercover as a potential victim, but when the mission goes awry, Ginger must set herself up as the
gang's next abductee in an effort to learn the identity of the Man At the Top.
The tape from Monterey Home Video doesn't
mention an MPAA rating, but a visit to the MPAA's website reveals THE ABDUCTORS was rated R. It contains an enormous amount
of nudity, most of it courtesy of nubile young women being fondled against their will. While definitely softcore in nature,
the sex scenes may raise a few eyebrows--even those used to a steady stream of late-night Cinemax fare. Caffaro is certainly
sexy in a slutty kind of way (a sophisticated sexuality, according to one character), although it's Jennifer Brooks who really
impresses. Possessing the film's hottest body and almost too pretty to be appearing in a film like this, Brooks shows off
plenty of spunk in a character nearly impossible to play. Carter is supposed to be an experienced detective, yet a few kisses
from the gangs perfectly-coiffed second-in-command make her knees shake and convince her to spill the beans regarding her
mission; even though she's well aware of her predicament, she's unable to resist the power of her captor's studliness!
Schain
the director's battle plan seems to have been to just dress Caffaro in outfits that reveal as much skin as possible and point
the camera at her (not a terrible idea really). She's dressed differently in every scene--even those in which it would appear
impossible for her to have changed clothes--and, considering Schain was married to Caffaro, he appears to know how to show
her off to her best advantage. The action scenes are poorly staged, the dialogue sometimes seems to have been recorded with
the condenser microphone of a portable tape recorder, and even a first-year film student would know better than to duplicate
Schain's often perplexing choice of camera angles. Schain the writer fares even worse, burdening his actors with words Sir
Laurence Olivier couldn't recite without becoming tongue-tied and a plot so bereft of logic that an entirely new character
is introduced out of thin air during the final minutes in order to wrap the proceedings up.
Of course, none of this
matters in a GINGER movie. In fact, if THE ABDUCTORS was a better movie, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun to watch. The ridiculous
'70s fashions, misogynist attitude, clumsy exposition and miles of exposed skin are what give the movie its kick, and, although
I'd recommend a good, hot shower after viewing it, THE ABDUCTORS is definitely recommended for fans of sleazy '70s exploitation.
The groovy score is by Robert G. Orpin. Caffaro would return as Ginger McAllister in GIRLS ARE FOR LOVING, and as
a Ginger-like character in 1976's TOO HOT TO HANDLE. She allegedly won a Brigitte Bardot lookalike contest while in her teens.
ABLAZE (2001)--Directed by Jim Wynorski.
Stars John Bradley, Amanda Pays, Tom Arnold, Michael Dudikoff, Larry Poindexter. Phoenician Entertainment and director
Wynorski attempt an Irwin Allen-style disaster flick that is neither good enough (THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE) nor terrible enough
(THE SWARM) to be as entertaining. A large cast of familiar faces and the amusement of spotting stock footage from other
movies, which Wynorski uses in lieu of filming his own action scenes, provide a bit of fun, but ABLAZE is a step down from
the nuttiness of RANGERS or EXTREME LIMITS.
Bradley, who also played a fireman in Fox's shortlived L.A. FIREFIGHTERS
series, is Jack Thomas, a firefighter who gets laid up in the hospital after rescuing a young boy from a burning house.
After an explosion at the nearby oil refinery owned by oily Wendell Mays (Arnold) plunges the entire city into flames, the
hospital, also owned by Mays and anxious to keep patients with inadequate health plans from checking in, much to the consternation
of compassionate doctor Jennifer Lewis (Pays), is overrun with burn victims. Meanwhile, Jack's estranged brother Andy
(Poindexter) also becomes a patient--a terminal one--when he's injured while investigating unsafe conditions at the Mays refinery
and in possession of evidence that will prove wrongdoing by Mays and the mayor. The conflagration eventually grows so
massive that an impending firestorm causes the hospital's evacuation, which is acerbated by a pregnant woman giving birth
and the fire trucks' hoses not being long enough to reach the hospital doors (!), inducing the hospital's staff and patients
to run a gauntlet to safety.
Steve Latshaw's screenplay is even more schizophrenic than I've described,
frequently introducing gratuitous characters whose only value is to die on camera or match stock footage from other fire flicks.
Second-billed Ice-T pops up during the precredits sequence for a car chase swiped from STRIKING DISTANCE that has nothing
to do with the rest of the movie. Dudikoff, in an uncharacteristic supporting role, is solid as Bradley's second-in-command.
TV vets Cathy Lee Crosby (THAT'S INCREDIBLE), Pat Harrington (ONE DAY AT A TIME) and Mary Jo Catlett (DIFF'RENT STROKES) are
welcome sights in the hospital scenes, while a puffy Edward Albert huffs on cue as the supercilious mayor. I was unable
to identify the other clips used besides STRIKING DISTANCE, but the vintage '70s automobiles and grainy stock indicate that
perhaps some are from CITY ON FIRE.
As usual in the Wynorskiverse, logic and common sense play second
fiddle to wrapping on time and budget. The concept of the firemen's hoses not being able to reach the hospital is screwy
enough, but when you see the survivors running away from the building, which is said to be at the end of a cul-de-sac, the
street looks like Brooklyn circa 1956 (the scenes were, in fact, filmed on the Universal backlot's Old New York Street).
And I'm not sure what kind of law-enforcement strategy sends a fireman and a lone detective on a stakeout to capture an arsonist
in broad daylight. Ah, what's the use? Wynorski would probably be the first to admit that he has little use for
continuity and plot logic when they stand in the way of a good action scene or breast shot (strangely, Wynorski's fetish for
silicone-breasted women seems to go unheeded in his more recent action/adventures).
Also with Melissa Brasselle, Richard Biggs, Billy Zabka, Carolyn Seymour
and Michael Cavanaugh. The 20th Century Fox DVD is ridiculously high-priced, up to $32.99 at Best Buy and $27.99 at
Circuit City. In addition to the feature in a 1.85:1 format and 5.1 stereo mix, it contains a few okay filmographies
for Wynorski (billed under his "Jay Andrews" pseudonym), Bradley, Ice-T, Pays, Dudikoff and Arnold and a 60-second trailer.
Wynorski and Latshaw team up for an audio commentary that lacks the bite and candor of previous Wynorski tracks for RANGERS,
GALE FORCE, FINAL VOYAGE and others. They appear to be having fun joking about the movie, but don't come clean concerning
the footage taken from other films. While they don't come right out and say all the footage is theirs, they do imply
it in a tongue-in-cheek manner. I wondered why Dudikoff (who played the heavy in the Wynorski/Latshaw GALE FORCE) was
playing the buddy part, when he might better have been cast in Bradley's role, but the reason goes unmentioned by the filmmakers.
There's still some good material concerning locations, actors and visual effects, but, in general, the commentary is not up
to Wynorski's usual rollicking standards.
ABOMINABLE (2006)—Directed by Ryan Schifrin.
Stars Matt McCoy, Jeffrey Combs, Lance Henriksen, Christien Tinsley, Rex Linn, Dee Wallace Stone, Phil Morris, Paul Gleason.
This sleeper received favorable reviews but hardly any theatrical play before debuting, more or less, on the Sci-Fi Channel.
If you ignored it, thinking it was akin to the Sci-Fi Channel’s never-ending display of stupid, cheap monster flicks,
take a look at it. The debut feature of film school graduate Schifrin, who recruited his father, legendary composer
Lalo Schifrin (of MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE and DIRTY HARRY fame) to do the score, ABOMINABLE deftly combines REAR WINDOW with FRIDAY
THE 13TH to form an old-fashioned creature feature with heavy dollops of gore, suspense and recognizable genre veterans.
On the advice of his physician, Preston Rogers (McCoy) returns to
the mountain cabin where he was living when he and his wife were involved in a tragic mountain-climbing accident that killed
her and left him permanently disabled from the waist down. Adding to his reluctance to go back to the empty home that
carries sad memories is his nonchalantly neglectful staff-assigned caretaker, Otis (Tinsley, the film’s special makeup
effects artist making his acting debut). Otis temporarily leaves to pick up some groceries, leaving Preston with little
to do but watch his neighbors: five sexy young women enjoying a bachelorette weekend. Depressed from the accident
and numb from the meds prescribed by his doctor, Preston’s will to live is rejuvenated in a highly unusual manner when
he witnesses what he believes to be a monster of some sort abduct one of the girls. Analogous to the fabled Sasquatch,
this ain’t no HARRY AND THE HENDERSONS cuddly. Whatever it is, it’s mean, strong and awfully hungry, as
it rips through most of the cast, leaving the wheelchair-bound Preston and blond Amanda (Joel), one of the neighbors, to fend
it off.
Little about ABOMINABLE is original or especially clever—Schifrin’s
DVD commentary is a laundry list of his influences, including Romero, Spielberg, Raimi, Lucas and many other filmmakers—but
it’s assembled quite well and relies on old-school makeup effects and good performances to earn its scares. McCoy,
well cast in the James Stewart role, spends much of his screen time alone, staring out a window or typing on his computer
keyboard. Despite the handicaps placed upon him as a result of his character’s incapacities, McCoy manages to
express the right emotional beats and eventually teams up with Joel as an active, not a passive, hero. Adding delightful
color to the proceedings is a roster of character actors instantly recognizable to fans of this type of film, including Dee
Wallace Stone (THE HOWLING) and Rex Linn as a couple terrorized by the creature, Jeffrey Combs (RE-ANIMATOR) as a redneck
store clerk, Paul Gleason (THE BREAKFAST CLUB) as a jerk sheriff, Phil Morris (whose father, Greg Morris, was a regular on
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE) as a deputy, and Lance Henriksen, who worked one day, as a gung-ho hunter who faces the creature while
armed with a shotgun.
Most of the film takes place on one location, but Schifrin keeps the
camera moving and the setups looking natural. Thankfully, he refrains from gimmicky cinematography and Avid farts, allowing
the woody atmosphere and creepy nighttime shooting to provide suspense. It also helps that his monster is a well-constructed
man-in-a-suit Bigfoot that looks convincing even in close-ups. Seen only fleetingly in the early-going, the monster,
created by Tinsley and played by 6’8” Mike Deak, is an impressive achievement even later in the picture, when
Schifrin shows it from head-to-toe performing several chases and stunts. Its perpetually angry expression perhaps strains
disbelief, although the monster’s physical resemblance to Jack Elam (!) seems too obvious to be coincidental.
Also of consequence is Lalo Schifrin’s fully orchestral score,
which is rich and suspenseful and adds immeasurably to ABOMINABLE’s goosebump quotient. Why he isn’t working
more often on studio features is one of Hollywood’s most unfortunate mysteries. The music certainly adds class
to the occasionally exploitative goings-on, which includes some surprisingly grisly gore (particularly a shot of the monster
biting a victim’s face off) and even a welcome shower scene performed by Tiffany Shepis. ABOMINABLE appears to
be a monster movie made for horror fans with a fondness for the old-fashioned. Also with Karin Anna Cheung, Natalie
Compagno, Ashley Hartman and Chad Smith. Gleason died of lung cancer just after ABOMINABLE opened; it was his last film.
THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES (1971)--Directed by Robert
Fuest. Stars Vincent Price, Joseph Cotten, Hugh Griffin, Terry-Thomas, Virginia North. "Love means never having to say you're
ugly." Mad doctor Price is mutilated and his wife killed in separate accidents. Price, who is also mute as a result of the
accident, plots revenge against the team of doctors (including Cotten) who failed to save his wife's life. Price speaks by
plugging a cord from his neck into a Victrola. Fuest (THE DEVILS RAIN) directs the gory murders (including attacks by rats,
bats and locusts, and an impaling via brass unicorn) with wit. Price is his usual great hammy self. Griffin appears briefly
as a rabbi who recognizes the strange killings as resembling the plagues visited upon the Pharaoh in the Old Testament. North
mainly looks gorgeous as Phibes' mute assistant Vulnavia. Caroline Munro appears mainly in photos as Price's dead wife. Billed
by American-International Pictures as Price's 100th film (it wasn't). Price reprised his role the next year in Dr. Phibes
Rises Again.
...ABOUT LAST NIGHT (1986)--Directed by Edward Zwick. Stars Rob Lowe, Demi Moore, Jim
Belushi, Elizabeth Perkins. Love story about a young Chicago couple going through the awkward routine of falling in love.
Lowe and Moore are their usual bland selves, but film is worth seeing for the exemplary supporting performances of Belushi
and Perkins. Based on David Mamet's play SEXUAL PERVERSITY IN CHICAGO. The cowards should have kept the original title. From
the director of GLORY.
ABOVE THE LAW (1988)--Directed by Andrew Davis. Stars Steven Seagal, Sharon
Stone, Henry Silva. Seagal is pretty impressive in his film debut as an ex-CIA agent/Chicago cop who runs afoul of government-sponsored
drug dealers. Seagal is believable in the many martial arts scenes, yet surprisingly tender in scenes involving his wife (Stone)
and family. The 6'4" Seagal had never acted before, and has not been this interesting since. He formerly ran a dojo in Japan.
Silva is properly sinister as the main heavy, and it's always great to see Grier on the big screen. Excellent use of Windy
City locations. It was obvious from this film that Davis would be an action director to be reckoned with, and he received
a Best Director Oscar nomination for 1993's THE FUGITIVE. The ambitious screenplay was written by Davis, Seagal, Ronald Shusett
and Steven Pressfield. Seagal also served as executive producer. Also with Pam Grier, Thalmus Rasulala, Daniel Faraldo and
Michael Rooker.
ABSENCE OF MALICE (1981)--Directed by Sydney Pollack. Stars Paul Newman, Sally
Field, Melinda Dillon, Bob Balaban, Wilford Brimley. With stories of an irresponsible press becoming more and more prevalent,
even reaching as high as CBS News and the New York Times, which actually apologized in print for their inept coverage of the
war in Iraq, ABSENCE OF MALICE's central themes of truth and responsibility in reporting the news are as relevant as ever.
Michael Gallagher (Newman) is an honest businessman who is implicated
by newspaper reporter Megan Carter (Field) in the disappearance of a labor boss. Megan isn't really incompetent, just
naïve, since she has been suckered into printing the story by an unscrupulous government investigator (Balaban) whose inquiry
into the case has run into a standstill. Gallagher's uncle and late father were gangsters, so Balaban hopes the story's
notoriety will shake a few clues loose, Gallagher's livelihood and reputation be damned. The Oscar-nominated screenplay
by Kurt Luedtke, a former reporter himself, really cuts loose when Gallagher begins his own sting operation with the direct
purpose of teaching lessons in responsible behavior to those with virtually unchecked power to hurt innocents in their pursuit
of their own goals.
Newman and Dillon as Gallagher's fragile friend were also nominated
for Academy Awards, but Field actually has the trickiest role. Megan is not a very good reporter, nor is she particularly
likable, although Field does a wonderful job of keeping the audience on her side. We want to like her, of course, because
she's the cute, plucky Sally Field, and the manner in which she is led astray by men who want to use her position to advance
their own agendas lends some sympathy. The actor-friendly Pollack delivers plenty of big moments for the talented supporting
cast, especially Brimley, who wanders in during the final reel to snatch the scenery. Newman's quiet intensity and intelligence
make it appear as though he's barely acting, but the intricacies of the increasingly complex plot likely wouldn't have worked
in Pollack's subdued dramatic context without him.
Filmed in Miami, ABSENCE OF MALICE was a hit for Columbia and is an
excellent companion to Newman's 1982 film THE VERDICT, for which he also was nominated for (and deserved to win) a Best Actor
Oscar. Also with Luther Adler, Barry Primus, Don Hood, Josef Sommer and John Harkins. Music by Dave Grusin.
THE
ABYSS (1989)--Directed by James Cameron. Stars Ed Harris, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, Michael Biehn. Awesome underwater
adventure is marred by a confusing and overly sugary ending. Estranged husband-and-wife engineers (Harris, Mastrantonio) and
their team are dispatched to investigate the wreckage of a nuclear submarine. They find a strange alien presence, and must
deal with a psychotic Navy SEAL (Biehn). Impressive photography and Oscar-winning special effects, including an early use
of the "morphing" technique that Cameron later used to perfection in TERMINATOR 2: JUDGMENT DAY. Also with Leo Burmester,
Todd Graff, J.C. Quinn and Chris Elliott. Cameron's slightly longer (almost three hours) and better "Director's Cut" is now
available on DVD; it more clearly explains the aliens' motives, and features some well-done tidal wave effects. Music by Alan
Silvestri. Dream Quest and Industrial Light and Magic provided the Academy Award-winning SFX.
THE ACCIDENTAL SPY (2001)--Directed by Teddy Chan.
Stars Jackie Chan, Vivian Hsu, Wu Tsing Kuo. Jackie is Buck, a salesman of exercise equipment who dreams of having a
more exciting lifestyle. He receives more than he bargained for when he learns he's the son of a dying Korean millionaire.
Visiting the old man on his deathbed, Buck ends up saving his life from assassins and being drawn into a deadly plot involving
North Korean agents, a seductress named Yong (Hsu) and a terrorist named Zen (Tsing-Kuo) who plans to hold the world hostage
with a new strain of anthrax. I like the film's scope and globetrotting storyline, and even though it's filled with
action, it's not really Jackie at his best. The middle-aged maestro of martial arts has certainly lost a couple of steps,
although one neat chase through an Istanbul market showcases Jackie's flair for both slapstick and fighting skills, as he
battles his attackers while completely naked! The climax is well-handled by director Chan, but is too similar to SPEED
to get too excited about. Thankfully, Jackie continues his odd trend of casting extremely young Asian women in his movies;
Hsu, who was in her mid-20s, appears to be a mere teenybopper. A fun movie, but nowhere near the heights of PROJECT
A or DRUNKEN MASTER II.
THE ACCIDENTAL TOURIST (1988)--Directed by Lawrence Kasdan. Stars William
Hurt, Kathleen Turner, Geena Davis, Ed Begley, Jr., Bill Pullman. Way overrated drama about an author (Hurt) who begins a
string of odd behavior when his wife (Turner) leaves him. He then takes up with an eccentric dog groomer (Davis), which brings
him back to normal. Film's biggest fault is that Hurt's character is such a dull bore, I can't believe the effervescent Davis
would be the least bit interested in him, or, for that matter, that Turner would want to come back to him. Davis received
a well-deserved Best Supporting Actress Oscar; film received nominations for Best Picture, Screenplay Adaptation and Original
Score.
THE ACCUSED (1988)--Directed by Jonathan Kaplan. Stars Jodie Foster, Kelly McGillis, Leo Rossi,
Carmen Argenziano. Foster won a Best Actress Oscar as a white-trash waitress who is raped in a bar while drunken onlookers
cheer. Attorney McGillis plea-bargains the case down to a lesser charge, but, after Foster's convincing argument, decides
to prosecute the onlookers as accessories. Routine courtroom drama is worth watching for Foster's powerful performance. Rape
scene is sensitively directed by Kaplan (TRUCK TURNER).
ACE VENTURA, PET DETECTIVE (1993)--Directed
by Tom Shadyac. Stars Jim Carrey, Courteney Cox, Sean Young. I've only been able to sit through about ten minutes of this
frighteningly unfunny comedy at a time. Somehow this was a box-office smash, and enabled its rubbery star to become the highest-paid
comic actor ($20 million per film!) in Hollywood. Ace is hired to track down the Miami Dolphins' kidnapped mascot; eventually
their star quarterback (played by real-life QB Dan Marino) turns up missing too. See Carrey fall down, make funny faces, act
like a fool and talk out of his rear end. Don't say I didn't warn you. Also with Udo Kier, Tone Loc and sexy Rebecca Ferratti.
A sequel, ACE VENTURA: WHEN NATURE CALLS, was released two years later and was set in Africa. From the director of the much
better NUTTY PROFESSOR remake with Eddie Murphy.
ACES: IRON EAGLE III (1993)—Directed by John
Glen. Stars Louis Gossett Jr., Rachel McLish, Sonny Chiba, Christopher Cazenove, Horst Buchholz. If this addle-brained
sequel is good for anything, it was for introducing the unique action heroine McLish to movie audiences. The two-time
Ms. Olympia is quite beautiful, and gets plenty of opportunities to showcase both her sex appeal and her action chops.
Perhaps McLish was a bit ahead of her time, as there were virtually no female action stars in the early ‘90s, and she
made only one more film. In this inexpensive New Line release, McLish plays a simple Peruvian villager (it isn’t
really explained how she could have gotten her body into such shape) who escapes captivity there and arrives at a U.S. Air
Force base, where Colonel Chappy (Gossett) puts on World War II combat reenactments at air shows. Since someone at his
base is involved in the drug-smuggling organization that kidnapped McLish’s family, Chappy recruits his elderly co-pilots—British
Cazenove, German Buchholz and Japanese Chiba—to fly their antique rustbuckets all the way to South America and save
the day. Of course it’s all ludicrous, but flying fans will love the visual effects and old-time aircraft, while
others will enjoy the charms of Gossett, Chiba and—of course—the sexy McLish. Veteran actors Paul Freeman
(RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK), Fred Dalton Thompson, Bob Minor and Mitchell Ryan add flavor to this old-fashioned adventure directed
by a man who made several James Bond movies. You won’t believe it, but Trimark released IRON EAGLE IV in 1995.
ACROSS
110TH STREET (1972)--Directed by Barry Shear. Stars Anthony Quinn, Yaphet Kotto, Anthony Franciosa. When members
of a black gang steal $30,000 from the Mafia, New York City cops Quinn and Kotto find themselves in the middle of a gang war.
Brutal action scenes are well handled by TV veteran Shear. Script (based on Wally Davis's novel) by Luthor Davis; produced
by former I SPY location manager Fouad Said and Ralph Serpe. Also with Antonio Fargas, Gloria Hendry, Burt Young and Richard
Ward. Music by J.J. Johnson.
ACTION JACKSON (1988)--Directed by Craig R. Baxley. Stars Carl Weathers,
Vanity, Craig T. Nelson, Sharon Stone. Far-fetched but slick Joel Silver-produced action film starring Weathers (ROCKY's Apollo
Creed) as the title character, a Detroit cop trying to arrest a vengeance-seeking corrupt businessman named Dellaplane (Nelson).
The two have a karate battle after Weathers drives his sports car into Nelson's house and up the stairs (!) to the second
floor. It's that kind of movie. Stunts and chases strain credulity a bit, but it's still kind of fun. If it had been made
15 years earlier, Fred Williamson or Jim Brown would have starred in it. Vanity is sexy even when playing a junkie. I understand
she has become a born-again Christian and retired from acting. Also with Sonny Landham, Ed O'Ross, Robert Davi, Nicholas Worth,
Bill Duke. Music by Michael Kamen and Herbie Hancock. Director Baxley is a former stuntman.
ACTIVE STEALTH (1999)--Directed by Fred Olen Ray.
Stars Daniel Baldwin, Hannes Jaenicke, Fred Williamson, Joe Lala. One year after he was forced to leave behind his buddy
Rifkin (Jaenicke) on a mission in Central America, Army Ranger Murphy (Baldwin, the beefy brother) gets the opportunity to
rescue him when his squad is ordered by General Reynolds (Williamson) to infiltrate the stronghold of druglord Salvatore (Lala).
To help Murphy on his mission to rescue "Riff" and destroy Salvatore's dope operation, Reynolds lends him a modified top-secret
stealth aircraft that can carry passengers, as well as a full armament of weapons and radar-dodging equipment.
Ray and scripter Steve Latshaw do an okay job of creating distinctive
(though clichéd) personalities for the good guys, but the seen-it-all-before plot contains at least one doublecross too many
and relies on such tried-and-true gimmicks as "the world's stupidest guard" and "bad guys who can't shoot worth a damn" to
get his heroes out of tricky situations. The dialogue, which contains groaners like "I'm getting too old for this",
is no help either. Ray does a nice job blending stock footage, including actual government video, with his own actors
to cut down on expenses, and even proves that old-fashioned in-camera special effect methods like forced perspective can still
fool the modern eye. All in all, an uninteresting straight-to-video production with better-than-average production values.
I wish Williamson, who spends a lot of his screen time on the phone, were more involved in the action scenes.
Also with comic relief Chick Vennera, '90s erotic thriller queen Shannon
Whirry in a thankless role as the dutiful wife, Tim Abell, Lisa Vidal (now on Lifetime's THE DIVISION), Paul Michael Robinson,
Ladd York, wrestler Terry Funk (ROAD HOUSE), PLAYBOY's Ava Fabian (EXTREME LIMITS), producer Kim Ray (the director's wife)
and Phoenician Entertainment head Andrew Stevens. The DVD's only extra is an entertaining and informative audio commentary
by Ray, in which he explains why the name of Vennera's character keeps changing (Baldwin kept forgetting it) and how he got
rooked by the producers of the JAG TV series. Not only is Ray good-humored and realistic about his film's shortcomings,
but he also serves as a well-informed tutor on low-budget filmmaking, explaining how certain shots were done and the locations
of his sets.
THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991)--Directed by Barry Sonnenfeld.
Stars Raul Julia, Anjelica Huston, Christopher Lloyd, Dan Hedaya. Wonderful casting and terrific production values save this
box-office hit based upon the '60s TV series and Charles Addams's legendary comic strip. The lightweight plot concerns a conman
(Hedaya) who replaces Uncle Fester (Lloyd) with an evil double in an effort to gain control of the Addams fortune. That doesn't
really matter; what does are the witty dialogue between Gomez and Morticia (brilliantly cast Julia and Huston), the spooky
sets and Christina Ricci's marvelous performance as daughter Wednesday. Look for the hilarious scene involving Wednesday's
and brother Pugsley's (Jimmy Workman) school play. Altogether ooky, indeed. Also with Carol Kane, Elizabeth Wilson and Carel
Struycken as Lurch ("You rang?"). Script by Larry Wilson and Caroline Thompson. Sonnenfeld's directorial debut; he was previously
a cinematographer on films by the Coen brothers (BARTON FINK).
ADDAMS FAMILY VALUES (1993)--Directed
by Barry Sonnenfeld. Stars Raul Julia, Anjelica Huston, Christopher Lloyd, Joan Cusack, Christina Ricci, Jimmy Workman, Carol
Kane. A rare case of the sequel being better than the original. The creepy and kooky Addams' welcome a new member into the
family--baby Pubert. Siblings Wednesday (Ricci) and Pugsley (Workman) are jealous and try to kill their new brother. Meanwhile,
Uncle Fester (Lloyd) is being seduced by the sexy but evil new nanny (Cusack). Julia and Huston are properly romantic and
macabre as Gomez and Morticia. Julia's untimely death in 1994 put an end to any future sequels. Also with Peter MacNicol,
Christine Baranski, Dana Ivey and a cameo by Peter Graves. Paul Rudnick (IN & OUT) scripted.
ADIOS, SABATA--See SABATA.
THE ADVENTURES
OF BRISCO COUNTY, JR. (1993)--Directed by Bryan Spicer. Stars Bruce Campbell, Julius Carry, Christian Clemenson,
Billy Drago, R. Lee Ermey. Fox did a good job promoting this clever comic western with science fiction overtones, but
low ratings forced its cancellation after one season and 27 episodes, while the show that followed it on Friday nights, THE
X-FILES, became a sensation. Campbell should have become a major television star with his portrayal of Harvard-educated
Brisco County Jr., a bounty hunter dedicated to capturing the killers of his marshal father, Brisco County Sr. (Ermey).
Chief villain John Bly (Drago) and his gang of twelve escaped from Marshal County’s clutches just before shooting him
down in cold blood. Accompanying Brisco on his adventures were Socrates Poole (Clemenson), a milquetoast lawyer working
for Brisco’s employers, and Lord Bowler (Carry), a rival hunter with a short temper. BRISCO was reminiscent of
THE WILD, WILD WEST, in that it frequently dealt with anachronisms (like a rocket) and fantastic elements, such as a mysterious
orb that rewards its possessor with supernatural powers. Also with John Pyper-Ferguson, John Astin, Anne Tremko, Stuart
Whitman, Robert Fuller, James Drury, Rayford Barnes, Paul Brinegar, M.C. Gainey and Kelly Rutherford as the luscious Dixie
Cousins, who became Brisco’s love interest in the series. Randy Edelman’s evocative theme later became synonymous
with NBC Sports’ telecasts of the World Series and the Olympic Games.
THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE 8TH DIMENSION
(1984)—Directed by W.D. Richter. Stars Peter Weller, John Lithgow, Jeff Goldblum, Ellen Barkin. A rare example
of a cult movie that was made specifically to appeal to a cult audience…and succeeded. Earl Mac Rauch’s
screenplay is goofy, convoluted and messy, but that’s kind of the point. A pre-ROBOCOP Weller is Buckaroo Banzai,
a half-American/half-Japanese neurosurgeon, rocket car pilot, scientific whiz and government troubleshooter who also plays
rock-and-roll with his merry men, the Hong Kong Cavaliers. Doc Savage’s influence on the film is obvious, as too-good-to-be-true
Buckaroo’s new invention, the Oscillation Overthruster, allows him to pilot his rocket car through a mountain, which
opens a portal to the eighth dimension. Aliens who invaded the United States in 1938 steal the invention and plan to
use it to conquer the Earth. Lithgow is properly over-the-top as villainous Emilio Lizardo, which contrasts effectively
with Weller’s wry, deadpan approach. Filled with quotable dialogue, Michael Boddicker’s funky electronic
score, and offbeat visual effects, BUCKAROO is a film that all SF fans need to see at least once. Wes Anderson swiped
the memorable closing credits sequence for THE LIFE AQUATIC (which also starred Goldblum). Also with Christopher Lloyd,
Vincent Schiavelli, Lewis Smith, Jonathan Banks, Robert Ito, Clancy Brown, Pepe Serna, Ronald Lacey, Carl Lumbly, Billy Vera,
John Ashton and Jamie Lee Curtis as Buckaroo’s mother in a prologue that was cut from the theatrical release.
THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN MARVEL (1941)--Directed
by William Witney & John English. Stars Tom Tyler, Frank Coghlan Jr. This 12-chapter Republic serial is usually regarded
as the best Saturday matinee of all time. Teenager Billy Batson (Coghlan) works as a cub reporter for a radio station. However,
when he says the magic word, "Shazam", he becomes invulnerable superhero Captain Marvel (Tyler). Cap takes on the evil Scorpion
(voiced by Gerald Mohr, later the animated Mr. Fantastic on The Fantastic Four cartoon of the '60s), who is in possession
of a matter transmutation device capable of mass destruction, and is after five lenses needed to operate the machine. The
Scorpion, hidden behind a purple robe and hood, is actually a member of the expedition that discovered the device, but which
one? Witney's serials are almost always exciting, and feature wildly choreographed fight scenes. Captain Marvel is a pretty
brutal hero, tossing bad guys off bridges and buildings to their deaths, and even machine-gunning a trio of marauders in the
back! Also with Harry Worth, Louise Currie, Reed Hadley, William Benedict and John Davidson as Tal Chatali.
THE
ADVENTURES OF FORD FAIRLANE (1990)--Directed by Renny Harlin. Stars Andrew Dice Clay, Lauren Holly, Wayne Newton,
Priscilla Presley. Harlin released this offbeat comedy and DIE HARD 2 the same summer. Controversial comedian Diceman makes
his starring debut as a rock-and-roll detective. The real fun is in spotting the odd supporting cast, including Gilbert Gottfried,
Ed ONeill, Robert Englund, Vince Neil of Motley Crue, rapper Tone Loc, MTV newsman Kurt Loder, Morris Day of The Time, Sheila
E., Delia Sheppard and more. A couple of years later, Clay had vanished, but reemerged in the late '90s starring in a pair
of short-lived sitcoms. Daniel Waters (BATMAN, HUDSON HAWK) co-scripted.
THE ADVENTURES OF PLUTO NASH (2002)--Directed
by Ron Underwood. Stars Eddie Murphy, Rosario Dawson, Randy Quaid, Joe Pantoliano. Warner Brothers has shot itself
in the foot once again. Crafty ol' Jack Warner would freak if he knew what kind of misfits were running his once-great
studio, one of Hollywood's first majors. Over the past several years, Warner's has managed to muck up a great number
of promising projects. They made THE IRON GIANT, one of the great children's movies of the past 25 years, but had no
idea how to market it, and it became a box-office flop. They completely mishandled a film version of THE AVENGERS, arguably
the most beloved British television series ever. L.A. CONFIDENTIAL, the finest crime thriller of the 1990s, managed
to somehow make no money under Warner Bros. leadership. Just recently their bumbling has caused them to shelve a proposed
adventure that would have featured DC superheroes Batman and Superman, as sure a box-office smash as has ever been proposed,
especially now following the success of Sony's SPIDER-MAN. And now there's THE ADVENTURES OF PLUTO NASH, a "new" action
comedy starring Eddie Murphy.
After that buildup, you expect to be told how brilliant PLUTO NASH is, don't you? Well, it isn't great.
It's just barely good. But it IS good. However, Warner Brothers has kept it languishing on the shelf for more
than two years as it has wallowed in rumors of re-shoots and behind-the-scenes calamity. Nothing sends out bad word-of-mouth
faster than news of a production the studio has no faith in. When the studio finally released PLUTO NASH this month,
it was without benefit of critics' screenings, meaning the suits were afraid of negative reviews and hoped to somehow score
a huge opening weekend before "word" got around. Even Murphy has washed his hands of the film, refusing to promote PLUTO
on talk shows. The sad thing is PLUTO is actually pretty decent. The list of films much worse than PLUTO NASH,
even released just this year, could be counted on a lot of fingers and toe. In 2002, Warner Brothers has already distributed
THE TIME MACHINE, SCOOBY-DOO and JUWANNA MANN. Why are they afraid of PLUTO NASH? It isn't close to being even
Eddie Murphy's worst movie (and there are plenty of contenders for that title, believe me).
PLUTO's best quality is that it's so darned likable. Refreshingly free of the urination, deformity
and sex jokes that have become a standard in cinematic comedy, PLUTO is an old-fashioned romp with a handsome hero, a cute
love interest with whom he shares a platonic attraction, a goofy comic sidekick, snarling heavies and lots of shoot-'em-up
action. If this had been made in 1948, it would have been a B-western with sinister George Macready going up against
stolid cowboy Rod Cameron. Instead, PLUTO is set in 2087 on the Moon, which is sort of a Space Vegas, now that it has
been invaded by enough neon to wake Dean Martin from the dead for two shows a night. Pluto Nash (Murphy) is an ex-con
who runs a saloon called Club Pluto, a nice, clean, trouble-free place with plenty of dining, dancing and funky DJ mixing.
He's sort of an interplanetary Mr. Lucky, the kind of guy who not only knows everybody who is anybody, but is owed a favor
by them. He does one for pretty Dina (Rosario Dawson), a girl singer marooned on the Moon who needs to earn a few pennies
to pay her way back to Earth. Pluto doesn't need a singer, but she's a nice girl and he's a soft touch, so he hires
her on as a waitress.
Her first night on the job is a tough one after goons working for lunar mobster Rex Crater blow up Club
Pluto with a firebomb. In an effort to control the entire gambling circuit, Crater has been trying to buy the place,
but Pluto has always refused to sell. Now, Crater, represented by his main gunsel Mogen (the always dependable Joe Pantoliano),
not only wants the club, he wants Pluto dead. On the run with Dina and his clanky robot companion Bruno (Randy Quaid
in a very eccentric performance), Pluto runs, jumps, flies and fights his way to the far side of the moon and back in an effort
to save his business.
PLUTO NASH is a difficult film to dislike. It contains all the pieces for a fun adventure, and even
though they don't fit together totally satisfactorily, enough of them do to provide a brainless good time. This is Eddie
Murphy's Cary Grant role, and he fits it as easily as the tuxedo he dons late in the picture. Under the direction of
Ron Underwood (CITY SLICKERS), who doesn't distinguish himself much, Murphy seems relaxed and confident, as though he has
little idea how let down he is by Neil Cuthbert's (MYSTERY MEN) routine and very padded script. To be honest, Murphy
is always better when he's raw, unleashed and more than a bit profane. For some reason, he wants to be Family-Friendly
Eddie these days, instead of the brash, R-rated Eddie who was so brilliant in the early 1980s, but in this case, he gets by
with it (as he did in the first NUTTY PROFESSOR).
Dawson is a cutie, Quaid's odd grimacing grows on you after awhile, and it's fun to see a group of supporting
actors this good--Jay Mohr, Pam Grier, Peter Boyle, John Cleese, Illeana Douglas, Luis Guzman, James Rebhorn, Burt Young,
even Alec Baldwin--even though none is used to his or her potential. I really liked the tacky moonscape designed by
Bill Brzeski like a dervish cut loose with BLADE RUNNER's blueprints. John Powell's heroic score is one of his best,
adding much vitality, although I could have done without the sleep-inducing R&B tunes that dot the soundtrack. I
don't want to give the impression that PLUTO NASH is any better than it is. You're certain to forget about it by the
time you've taken the first bite of your post-movie snack. But it also doesn't deserve the scorn it has received from
critics who seem to have let their pens be guided by preconceived notions.
THE ADVENTURES OF ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE (2000)--Directed by Des McAnuff. Stars Rene Russo,
Jason Alexander, Robert DeNiro, Piper Perabo, voices of June Foray & Keith Scott. First, the news youve been waiting for:
THE ADVENTURES OF ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE, Universal's live-action remake of the classic '60s cartoon series ROCKY AND HIS FRIENDS
and its spinoff THE BULLWINKLE SHOW wisely captures the spirit of the original incarnations, spinning satirical political
references, good-hearted adventure and miles and miles of verbal wit into a reasonably likable facsimile which works best
when the title characters are onscreen. Although the film is severely hampered by an unconvincing performance by beguilingly-monikered
Piper Perabo, whose future probably lies in Tic-Tac commercials rather than feature films, as the cartoon critters' human
pal and too many distracting and unfunny cameos by some high-priced Hollywood stars, such as Billy Crystal and Whoopi Goldberg,
it works well enough to charm those who are already fans of the late Jay Ward's creation and, hopefully, inspire less-exposed
audience members to seek out the inceptive episodes in reruns.
Since their show was canceled by NBC in 1964, our heroes
Rocket J. Squirrel (voiced by 80-year-old June Foray, who still has Rocky's throaty patter down pat after all these years)
and Bullwinkle J. Moose (Keith Scott, who also does double duty as the narrator in place of the late William Conrad) haven't
been doing too well--their hometown of Frostbite Falls, Minnesota has become a ghost town, their paltry residual checks have
dwindled to almost nothing, and a dejected Rocky has even forgotten how to fly. Meanwhile, those dastardly villains Boris
Badenov (Jason Alexander), Natasha Fatale (Rene Russo) and their fearless leader Fearless Leader (Robert DeNiro) have tunneled
to Hollywood following the crash of the Iron Curtain, which, of course, drops literally right on their heads. In La-La-Land,
they convince a dullwitted studio executive (aren't they all?) played by Janeane Garafolo to buy the rights to their story,
and in the process, they are sucked out of the television world and into ours as flesh-and-blood humans. Once here, Fearless
Leader plans to rule by launching a new cable network in New York called RBTV--Really Bad Television--and using its mindnumbingly
awful programming to brainwash us into electing him to the presidency. Knowing that this Ghastly Trio can only be stopped
by their archrivals, overly perky FBI agent Karen Sympathy (Perabo) hauls Moose and Squirrel into our world--where, strangely,
they become three-dimensional CGI creations rather than live-action figures--and sets off cross-country from California to
New York to prevent Fearless Leaders nationwide broadcast, while dodging attempts on their lives by a bumbling Boris and Natasha.
I mostly had a good time watching a pair of my favorite cartoon characters interacting with real actors, but I couldn't
help asking myself, Why? Why go to the trouble and expense to bring Rocky and Bullwinkle into the real world, when a brand
new animated feature would have been much cheaper and probably much better? Director Des McAnuff, scripter Kenneth Lonergan
and producers DeNiro and Jane Rosenthal are obviously fans of the original 'toons, and have shown in this feature that they
get it. There are so many gags and groaning puns in Lonergan's screenplay that lie flat when spoken by actors that would undoubtedly
be improved coming out of the mouths of animated characters. Although Alexander and Russo look and sound perfect, and DeNiro
is ripely entertaining in a broad performance that makes Werner Klemperer look like Gregory Peck, there really isn't anything
to be gained by a live-action Bullwinkle movie that probably couldn't have been better accomplished as a cartoon.
Still,
there's no question that the movie works on a nostalgic level, and it's glorious to note that Universal has resisted the temptation
to dumb down the material to make it more palatable for kids. Parents will enjoy the witty wordplay, while their little ones
laugh at the slapstick hijinks. I certainly did, and as I sat in the theater with a smile on my face as plucky Rocky regained
his ability to fly in just the nick of time to save his friend from mortal danger, all I could think was, Hokey smoke!
Mark
Mothersbaugh's playful score recurrently uses snippets of Fred Steiner's classic TV theme, while only Randy Quaid as FBI director
Cappy von Trappment and Jonathan Winters (in three roles!) register in supporting roles. Also with Carl Reiner, James Rebhorn
(who, as the President, bears a frightening resemblance to George W. Bush!), David Alan Grier, Jon Polito, John Goodman, Kenan
Thompson & Kel Mitchell from Nickelodeon, Norman Lloyd, Billy Crystal and Whoopi Goldberg.
ADVISE AND
CONSENT (1962)--Directed by Otto Preminger. Stars Henry Fonda, Charles Laughton, Don Murray, Walter Pidgeon, Franchot
Tone, Lew Ayres, Paul Ford, George Grizzard. Talky but fascinating political drama based upon the best-selling novel by Allen
Drury (Wendell Mayes [DEATH WISH] handled the screenplay). The President of the United States (Tone) selects Robert Leffingwell
(Fonda) as his Secretary of State, but the Senate must approve his nomination. Majority Leader Bob Munson (Pidgeon) tries
to push it through, only to be opposed by slow-drawling South Carolina senator Cooley (Laughton in his last film). Bright
young senator Brigham Anderson (Murray) is chosen by Munson and Majority Whip Danta (Ford) to head up the confirmation hearings,
but Leffingwell's nomination falls into jeopardy when Anderson is blackmailed by one of his fellow politicians. The performances
range from hammy (Laughton, Grizzard) to subdued (Ayres, Fonda [who has little screen time despite his top billing]), but
are uniformly excellent. Ayres in particular shows many layers as a not-highly-respected Vice President who proves craftier
than his peers thought him to be. The black-and-white widescreen photography by Sam Leavitt is sharp, but suffers somewhat
on television, as Preminger likes to put many actors on screen at the same time, and many reaction shots are lost. Music by
Jerry Fielding. Also with Peter Lawford, Gene Tierney, Burgess Meredith, George Grizzard, Inga Swenson, Will Geer, Malcolm
Atterbury, Edward Andrews, Betty White, Bill Quinn, Paul Stevens, Irv Kupcinet and the voice of Frank Sinatra.
AFTER
THE FALL OF NEW YORK (1983)--Directed by Sergio Martino (as Martin Dolman). Stars Michael Sopkiw, Valentine Monnier,
Edmund Purdom, George Eastman. I get a big kick of these Italian ROAD WARRIOR copies. In 1999, civilization was destroyed
by a nuclear holocaust, with the "Euracs" (Europe, Asia and Africa) emerging more or less victorious. Twenty years later,
the human race is dying out, since the radioactivity in the atmosphere has caused sterility in women, so Eurac hunters roam
the ruins rounding up survivors to use in cruel breeding experiments. Rumors of one fertile woman alive and hiding in New
York City arise, so "Pan American Confederacy" President Purdom kidnaps former agent Parsifal (American-born Sopkiw) and forces
him to take a small squad into Manhattan to find her and bring her back. If this plot resembles ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK at all,
it's no coincidence. Parsifal is at first hesitant to get involved, but relents when he discovers his payment for helping
will be a seat on a rocket to Alpha Centauri, where selected Pan Am'ers will be repopulating. Along the way, Parsifal and
his pals make the acquaintance of a gang of rat-eaters, a menacing bald guy, a sympathetic dwarf, a cool Eurac brunette in
black leather, Parsifal's beautiful blonde love interest (Monnier) and "Big Ape" (Eastman), a hairy mutant who may or may
not be an ally. Like most of these movies, AFTER THE FALL is pretty lively fun. It doesn't always make a lot of sense, but
it's always fast-paced, goofy and violent enough to keep you entertained. The budget is pretty low and the special effects
look like the tabletop models they really are, but I doubt if you'll be too upset about it. Also with Anna Kanakis, Romano
Puppo, Al Yamanouchi and Louis Ecclesia. From the director of TORSO.
AGAINST THE LAW (1997)--Directed by Jim Wynorski. Stars
Nick Mancuso, Richard Grieco. Mancuso is as good as Grieco is bad in this ridiculous modern telling of a classic western
storyline. Grieco is completely unbelievable as a contemporary gunfighter who calls himself Rex and wanders the American
West drawing on and killing lawmen. His killing spree eventually leads him to Los Angeles, where he sees a news report
about John Shepard (Mancuso), a police detective who shot several drug dealers in a bust. Rex decides that killing Shepard
would make him the fastest gun in the west and schedules a showdown between the two at high noon. Wynorski collaborators
Steve Mitchell (CHOPPING MALL) and Bob Sheridan (DINOSAUR ISLAND) concocted the dumb script, in which not a whole helluva
lot happens until the end. Grieco is sadly miscast, and the plot is padded with go-nowhere scenes like one in which
Mancuso encounters an old flame (THE FALL GUY sexpot Heather Thomas) on the street. Also with Nancy Allen, Steven Ford,
Gary Sandy (WKRP IN CINCINNATI), James Stephens (THE PAPER CHASE), Tim Colceri and Jaime Pressly as a waitress.
AGENCY (1980)--Directed by George Kaczender. Stars Lee Majors, Robert Mitchum, Valerie
Perrine, Saul Rubinek. This Canadian thriller set in an advertising agency offers some good ideas in Noel Hynd's screenplay,
based on Paul Gottlieb's novel, but fails to pay off at the end. A bearded Majors, in a change of pace from his action-oriented
role on THE SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN, is a copywriter and creative director for a major ad agency. The mysterious new
owner (Mitchum) has no advertising experience, leaving the employees, including paranoid copywriter Rubinek, curious as to
why a wealthy man with powerful Washington, D.C. connections would want an ad agency. Between the disappearing and the
murdered bodies, Majors discovers that Mitchum is using subliminal images in television commercials in his quest to, I don't
know, rule the world or something like that. Majors is an affable lead, although Perrine as his girlfriend is unattractively
photographed in a thankless role. AGENCY is not a bad film, just ultimately a disappointing one, although it does generate
some level of suspense sprinkled with surprising humor. Also with Alexandra Stewart, George Touliatos and Franz Russell.
Music by Lewis Furey. Filmed in Montreal by the director of IN PRAISE OF OLDER WOMEN.
AGENT FOR H.A.R.M. (1966)--Directed by Gerd Oswald. Stars Mark Richman, Wendell Corey,
Martin Kosleck, Barbara Bouchet. Evil mad scientist Malko (Kosleck) has invented a serum that turns human flesh into fungus.
H.A.R.M. sends its best American agent, Adam Chance (Richman), to foil the evil plot. One of the better '60s Bond imitations,
despite its low budget. Oswald was a highly underrated director who spent much of his career in television, including some
of the best OUTER LIMITS episodes. Richman later became Peter Mark Richman, and played Chrissy's priest dad on THREE'S COMPANY.
Also with PLAYBOY's Miss December 1963 Donna Michelle.
AGENT OF DEATH (2000)--Directed by Sam Firstenberg. Stars Eric Roberts, Bryan Genesse,
John Beck, Ice-T, Michael Madsen. Genesse also produced and wrote this unexceptional DIE HARD copy, casting himself
as a renegade Secret Service agent who recruits mercenary Roberts' crew to stage a kidnapping. The victim: the
President of the United States (Beck), who's trailing in the polls just before Election Day, the idea being that a kidnap
victim will earn enough public sympathy to easily win another term. Unfortunately, Genesse's kidnap plot is for real,
snatching the Prez, killing his confederates, and stashing his victim in another room at Los Angeles' Park Plaza Hotel, where
the Chief Exec and the First Lady were giving a speech. Roberts, the lone survivor of Genesse's massacre, doesn't like
playing the fool and, with the FBI and Secret Service surrounding the hotel, is forced to rectify the situation from the inside.
Obviously shot on a short budget and schedule, AGENT also suffers from Genesse's illogical script, which forces the nation's
top law enforcers to look like dummies in order to make the kidnap plot work and creates nothing characters for Madsen, who
spends all his time on the street chatting on the phone, and Ice-T to play. Originally titled THE REPLACEMENT and THE
ALTERNATE, AGENT stages a couple of decent fight scenes, but little else that you'll find original or exciting. Also
with Brooke Theiss Genesse, Larry Manetti, Bill Kirchenbauer, Ronn Moss and Richard Steinmetz. Filmed entirely within
the Park Plaze Hotel.
A.I. ASSAULT (2006)--See SHOCKWAVE.
AIR FORCE ONE (1997)--Directed by Wolfgang Petersen. Stars Harrison Ford, Wendy Crewson,
Gary Oldman. Jingoistic DIE HARD copy about a gang of Russian terrorists that hijacks the U.S. President's personal aircraft
and the Chief Executive who manages to elude capture and knock the bad guys off one at a time. Ford is admittedly perfectly
cast as the Presidential man of action, but Oldman overacts as usual, and there really isn't anything here that we haven't
seen dozens of times before. Jerry Goldsmith's score is perfunctory (he probably didn't have much time following the last-minute
decision to replace Randy Newman's original soundtrack), and the visual effects are surprisingly mediocre considering the
budget and pedigree of FX supervisor Richard Edlund (STAR WARS). Also with Glenn Close, Dean Stockwell and William H. Macy.
AIR MARSHAL (2003)--Directed by Alain Jakobowicz. Stars Dean Cochran, Tim Thomerson,
Eli Danker. Another Nu Image attempt to make the handsome Cochran (SHARK ZONE) a direct-to-video action star, AIR MARSHAL
suffers from not having an original bone in its body. There have been many DTV action films set on airplanes-AIR RAGE,
TURBULENCE 3 and SUBMERGED (also with Thomerson) among them-and AIR MARSHAL seems content to copy them, leading to just another
stock-footage-filled ripoff of EXECUTIVE DECISION. Luckily, air marshal Bret Prescott (Cochran) is aboard when Middle
Eastern terrorists hijack a 747 flying from Eastern Europe to the U.S. While their leaders fight among themselves over
whether to crash the plane into a building or hold the hostages for ransom, Prescott manages to elude the gunmen, sneaking
around and taking them out one by one like Harrison Ford in AIR FORCE ONE. Obviously intended to arouse the passions
of a post-9/11 audience, Thomerson as a U.S. senator onboard the plan even says "Let's roll" as he leads the passengers to
a (ridiculously ill-fated) revolt against their captors. AIR MARSHAL's CGI effects are among the worst ever presented
in a feature film.
AIR RAGE (2001)--Directed by Fred Olen Ray (as Ed Raymond). Stars Ice-T, Kim Oja,
Cyril O'Reilly, Alex Cord. Fred Ray directs another Phoenician Entertainment stock footage-fest under his Ed Raymond
pseudonym (might as well spill the beans and reveal Jim Wynorski as producer "Noble Henry"). If EXECUTIVE DECISION was
DIE HARD on a 747, then AIR RAGE is EXECUTIVE DECISION on a 15-day shooting schedule. Marine colonel John Sykes (O'Reilly),
court-martialed by General Prescott (an unrecognizable Cord) after an incident in which many innocent villagers were killed,
escapes from military custody and boards a commercial 747 that happens to be carrying--wouldn't you know--Prescott, who's
on his way cross-country from Washington, D.C. to accept a post fighting terrorism. Considering Sykes had to have engineered
his plan from a military jail cell, the hijacking goes surprisingly swimmingly, as the five ex-soldiers render the pilot and
co-pilot helpless and stow the rest of the passengers away in the aft baggage compartment. Except for perky stew Kelly
(Oja), who somehow slips Sykes' notice and begins to hammer away at his plot. Nominal star Ice-T doesn't show up until
about the halfway mark and is long out of commission by the time AIR RAGE hits its climax, which features Oja (JUSTICE LEAGUE
OF AMERICA's Ice) in Karen Black mode trying to land the airplane.
As silly as it all is, AIR RAGE is pretty watchable, as most Phoenician action films are. Obviously,
one has to put one's brain on autopilot to assimilate all the coincidences, plotholes and cheap sets that abound. Sean
O'Bannon's screenplay actually attempts a political point or two, and the cast, which also includes vets Steve Hytner (SEINFELD),
Gil Gerard (BUCK ROGERS IN THE 25TH CENTURY) and Glynn Turman (J.D.'S REVENGE), keeps the nonsense on a professional level,
almost making me believe Oja could pound to death with a metal coffee pot a 250-pound commando. Ray also benefits from
plenty of airborne stock footage, as well as a few well-placed explosions (taken from some other film to spruce up the trailer,
no doubt) and a spectacular truck crash. Also with Chick Vennera, Alexandra Raines and Richard Anthony Crenna.
Eric and David Wurst probably composed the Phoenician library track assembled by Stuart Bailey. O'Bannon penned 8 (!)
movies in 1997.
AIRPLANE! (1980)--Directed by Jim Abrahams, David Zucker and Jerry Zucker. Stars
Robert Hays, Julie Hagerty, Lloyd Bridges, Peter Graves, Robert Stack, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Leslie Nielsen. This first-of-its-kind
parody of disaster movies is one of the most influential comedies ever made. Former TV heavy Nielsen is still milking
it almost 30 years later. Based loosely (well, not too loosely…some dialogue and shots are taken directly from
it) on ZERO HOUR with Dana Andrews, AIRPLANE is a gag-a-second, pun-filled delight that uses some venerable dramatic actors
in rare comic roles, and they all pay off. When the crew of a commercial airliner is struck by food poisoning, it's
up to disgraced war hero Hays (then co-starring on ANGIE) to bring the plane and its passengers to safety. Many of the
laughs come from veteran actors like Bridges, Graves and Stack lampooning their typecast images. Has been copied many
times since, especially by its own creators (The Naked Gun, Hot Shots!). Very funny movie was an enormous smash and
is still being copied today, particularly by the three writer/directors, who also made--together and individually--the NAKED
GUN and SCARY MOVIE movies. Also with Lorna Patterson, Barbara Billingsley, Joyce Bulifant, Nicholas Pryor, Jill Whelan,
Stephen Stucker, Lee Bryant, Al White and Maureen McGovern.
Paramount did something interesting with its latest AIRPLANE! DVD. Not only did the studio port over the
audio commentary (with writer/directors Jim Abrahams, Jerry Zucker and David Zucker) from the original disc, but it has also
added what it calls the "Long Haul" edition. The DVD contains a lot of new interview segments and a few deleted scenes, but
instead of placing them in its own supplemental section, they are "inserted" into the movie using branching technology.
Basically, while you're watching the movie, at intervals a logo will pop up on the screen, and then you'll
be taken away from the film for a few minutes to watch a newly produced interview clip pertaining to the scene you're watching.
For instance, while the Hare Krishnas are pestering people in the airport, the film cuts away to a minute or so with actor
David Leisure (EMPTY NEST), who played one of the Hare Krishnas and talks about his experience. Or, as the stewardess played
by Lorna Patterson (PRIVATE BENJAMIN) demonstrates the duck life vest, the disc cuts away to the present-day Patterson (looking
very beautiful 25 years later) telling a story about how the prop worked. It's all very interesting, and with the exception
of Julie Hagerty, Paramount rounded up just about every important living participant, including Abrahams, Zucker and Zucker,
Robert Hays, Peter Graves, the two black jive guys, Leslie Nielsen, the special effects supervisor, even the kid to whom Graves
asks, "Have you ever seen a grown man naked?"
The Long Haul edition is as advertised--make sure you set aside three hours or so if you want to watch it
straight through. Obviously, this isn't recommended if you've never seen the movie before, because rarely do more than a couple
of minutes go by before we are whisked away to a new segment. The downside of this is that the Long Haul edition is the only
way to see these extras. They aren't located anywhere else on the DVD. So if you want to see one of the deleted scenes, you
have to find the spot in the film where the extra is placed and be branched off to it. That's a drag, but I still think
the Long Haul version is an innovative way to present DVD extras. It works with a movie like AIRPLANE!, because of the movie's
quick pace and fragmented structure, but I don't know how well the process would work with a more standard feature.
It's still kinda funny to see Peter Graves' perplexed acceptance of the movie's success. It's no secret
that Graves was very apprehensive about doing AIRPLANE! He thought the humor was tasteless and didn't understand why the three
directors wanted him, an actor known for playing very straight action and dramatic roles, to be in it. All the way through
shooting, Graves didn't get the humor, and really winced at all the "ever been to a Turkish bath" stuff. It wasn't until the
first screening, which his wife dragged him to, that he realized, from listening to the audience's loud laughter, that the
movie genuinely was funny. On the other hand, Robert Stack, also not known for his wild sense of humor, understood the
movie completely. Lloyd Bridges sort of did, but once asked Stack just before shooting a scene, "What's the joke here?" Stack
told him, "Lloyd, we're the joke."
AIRPLANE II-THE SEQUEL (1983)--Directed by Ken Finkleman. More of the same, but without
the input of original writers and directors Abrahams, Zucker and Zucker. This time, instead of an airliner, Robert Hays and
Julie Hagerty (returning from the original) must land an out-of-control space shuttle. Basically the same movie as AIRPLANE!,
though not quite as good. Also with Peter Graves, Chad Everett, William Shatner, Raymond Burr, Kent McCord, Chuck Connors,
Rip Torn, John Vernon, Richard Jaeckel, Jack Jones (singing the LOVE BOAT theme!), Sandahl Bergman and Sonny Bono as an impotent
mad bomber. From the director of GREASE 2.
AIRPORT (1970)--Directed by George Seaton. Stars
Burt Lancaster, Dean Martin, Dana Wynter, Jean Seberg, Jacqueline Bisset, George Kennedy. This glossy adaptation of
Arthur Hailey's best-selling novel was nominated for ten Oscars, including Best Picture, and started the disaster movie trend
of the 1970s. Basically a glossy soap opera in the sky, it contains enough star power to keep you interested in Seaton's
sudsy melodramatics. Will airport manager Lancaster leave wife Wynter for lover Seberg? Will adulterous pilot
Martin accept responsibility for stewardess Bisset's unexpected pregnancy? Will mechanic Kennedy be able to clear a
snow-covered runway in time for a crash landing?
Seaton, who also penned the screenplay, experiments with split-screen effects to add punch to long dialogue
scenes, while Alfred Newman's Oscar-nominated score pounds away with great urgency. Kennedy, whose character of Joe
Patroni is the only one to also appear in all three sequels, provides the film's heart and comic relief, chomping on a cigar
and adding color to the serious goings-on. Also with Van Heflin as the mad bomber, Maureen Stapleton in an Oscar-nominated
turn as his wife, Barry Nelson, Lloyd Nolan, Barbara Hale, Gary Collins, Whit Bissell, Clark Howat, Paul Picerni, Michael
Bell, Terry Lester, Thomas Browne Henry, Shelly Novack and Helen Hayes, who won a Best Supporting Actress Oscar as an elderly
stowaway. Seaton made just one more film, reteaming with Martin on the western SHOWDOWN.
AIRPORT 1975 (1974)--Directed by Jack Smight. Stars Charlton Heston, Karen Black,
George Kennedy, Efrem Zimbalist Jr., Roy Thinnes, Dana Andrews. I'm not sure why it took Universal four years to follow
up on the massive success of AIRPORT, which earned ten Academy Award nominations and a fuselage full of cash at the box office.
Irwin Allen's success with THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE, which proved that audiences would pay to see major movie stars stricken
by disaster, probably had something to do with it. A trio of television vete
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