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Sunday, March 19, 2006
When Country Was Cool
Now Playing: BRUTE CORPS
I was listening to some old country tunes today, and there were a couple of things that struck me about them.

"Coward of the County" was a big hit for Kenny Rogers in 1980, but only recently did I realize how sleazy the song's subject is. "Coward" is about a boy named Tommy who promised his father on his deathbed that he'd avoid violence. The townspeople all think Tommy is a big pussy, because he never fights back against the bullies who pick on him. However, one day while Tommy's at work, the three Gatlin brothers find Tommy's girlfriend Becky and gangrape her. When Tommy learns what happened, he tracks down all three Gatlins and kicks the shit out of them. I can't think of any other #1 records about rape, at least not any that treat the subject as cheap melodrama. I'm sure there are some heavy songs about the tragic after-effects of rape, likely sung by women, but it sounds odd to hear Becky's plight used as an instigation for vigilante justice. Of course, this exact scenario has played out in hundreds of movies and TV shows, but it just feels weird to hear it in such a breezy, happy-sounding song. Unsurprisingly, "Coward of the County" was made into a made-for-TV movie in 1981.

P.S. Why are the brothers named Gatlin? Did Kenny have a beef with the country singers? If so, it seems kinda harsh to name rapists after them, and if not, it seems like an odd way to pay tribute to your friends.

I also heard "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by the Charlie Daniels Band. My version is the unexpurgated version with the lyric "I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been." If you've ever heard this on the radio, you know that "son of a gun" is always substituted for "son of a bitch." What I find funny about this is that the epithet is being directed towards the Devil, and if you can't call Satan a sonuvabitch, then whom?

Posted by Marty at 11:05 PM CST
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Packer, Nantz = Dumbasses
Have Jim Nantz and Billy Packer eaten their words yet?

The two CBS sportscasters pitched a fit when four Missouri Valley teams were named to the NCAA tournament (well, three were named; Southern Illinois won the MVC tournament and won an automatic bid). This weekend, the 65-team field shrank to 16, and MVC teams Bradley and Wichita State are among them.

Fuck you, Billy Packer and Jim Nantz.

Posted by Marty at 5:19 PM CST
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Thursday, March 16, 2006
Chuck's Back And Brutal
Now Playing: THE CUTTER

This week marked the release of Chuck Norris' first major film in a decade. THE CUTTER was filmed in Spokane, Washington with director William Tannen (who helmed Chuck's HERO AND THE TERROR for Cannon) and an interesting cast of B-level performers. I suspect Nu Image is chasing Norris' middle-aged target audience with this one, 'cause I think Dean Cochran in a short bit as a comic-relief lawyer might be the only cast member under 40.

Chuck is John Shepherd, a private detective hired by Elizabeth Teller (Joanna Pacula) to find her elderly uncle Isaac (Bernie Kopell from THE LOVE BOAT and GET SMART!). The expert diamond cutter has been kidnapped to work on a pair of spectacular gems swiped from an archeological dig in the Sinai by Dirk (martial arts star Daniel Bernhardt), an assassin and master of disguise in the employ of Nazi war criminal Steerman (Curt Lowens, essaying his 93rd Nazi role), who murdered Isaac's family in Auschwitz. Also in the cast are Nu Image regular Todd Jensen, Marshall Teague (who played the heavy in both the first and last episodes of WALKER, TEXAS RANGER), Tracy Scoggins (looking good in her 50s) and executive producer Aaron Norris as a hitman.

Norris was 65 when he shot THE CUTTER, but was working hard to fool the audience into believing he's younger. Sporting an ill-colored hairpiece and what appears to be a face that's seen a knife or two, Norris is as stiff as ever as a performer and a martial artist. It's pretty obvious that he isn't much of a fighter anymore, even with brother Aaron and son Eric, the stunt coordinator, looking out for his best interests. Outside of the cast (I mean, really, who would have thought to cast the LOVE BOAT doctor as an elderly concentration camp survivor), THE CUTTER is pretty routine, about on the same level as a late-season WALKER episode. Tannen's hackneyed direction does the movie no favors, because the ingredients for a better picture are there. It's okay, but strictly for Chuck's fans.

Last night, I finally caught GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK. (yes, the title has both a comma and a period). It's a very good movie that perhaps portrays legendary CBS newsman Edward R. Murrow (an excellent David Strathairn) as too much of a saint, but director/co-star (as Murrow's executive producer Fred Friendly) George Clooney plays fair with the facts if you pay enough attention. Any movie that portrays the downfall of Senator McCarthy is okay in my book anyway, but Clooney sharply and succinctly captures the smoky, hectic atmosphere of high-stress broadcast journalism and the righteous stance Murrow and Friendly (and, at least somewhat, CBS president William Paley) took against McCarthy's cruel bullying. Make no mistake: Joe McCarthy was a major-league prick. Murrow did not play as great a role in McCarthy's downfall as some critics have inferred from GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK, but, really, McCarthy's biggest enemy was himself, and as soon as the sweaty, paranoid baboon was exposed as a naked emperor, his days of power were numbered.

On iTunes:
"The Meanest Guy That Ever Lived"--Jack Palance!!
"Mary's House"--4 Non Blondes
"It's OK"--Beach Boys
"The Disco Kid"--First Class
Theme from THE RAT PATROL--Dominic Frontiere
"Big Town Boy"--Shirley Matthews
"Electric Sox and All"--Mason
"Bamboo Birdcage"--Lalo Schifrin from ENTER THE DRAGON
"The Kilaaks' Essence"--Akira Ifukube from DESTROY ALL MONSTERS
"Der Zinker"--Peter Thomas
"#38"--The Chimes
"You've Got Me Dangling on a String"--Chairmen of the Board
"Dont' Lose Your Mind"--Galaxies IV
"Homeward Bound"--Space Farm
"Carrie Anne"--The Hollies

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Shatner = Served
As I've written before, I'm a big fan of the MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE TV series, which successfully aired on CBS from 1966-1973--seven seasons. Tonight I watched two episodes that guest-starred William Shatner. "Cocaine" and "Encore" aired during the 7th and 6th seasons, respectively. Strangely, these shows aired after Shatner's STAR TREK cohort Leonard Nimoy completed his two-season run as a regular, playing a master of disguise and magician named Paris.

The series became famous for its outlandish "stings", cons that the Impossible Missions Force, led by Steven Hill (LAW & ORDER) as Dan Briggs during the first season and Peter Graves as Jim Phelps after that, perpetrated in order to trap the villains of the week. For most of the run, the IMF operated almost always in foreign countries, battling saboteurs, spies, assassins, despotic monarchs behind the Iron Curtain or in Central America. Later in the show, by the time Shatner guest-starred, the series had changed its format a bit, usually pitting the IMF against American gangsters (the "Syndicate") on U.S. soil. The result was that MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE lost much of what made it unique and now looked much like every other cop show on television that was routinely chasing druglords and mobsters.

For plots, M:I still had some doozies up its sleeve. In "Cocaine," Shatner plays Joe Conrad, the right-hand man to druglord Carl Reid (Stephen McNally). Graves and his IMF team, including Greg Morris as Barney, Peter Lupus as Willy and former IRONSIDE co-star Barbara Anderson (who guest-starred opposite Shatner in the STAR TREK episode "Conscience of the King"), need to learn the location of a major drug deal set to go down in less than two days. To do so, they manage to convince Conrad they have invented a machine that creates synthetic cocaine. Yep, a big shiny mechanical contraption (that looks like something drawn by Jack Kirby) that spits out fake cocaine indistinguishable, even under a microscope, from the real thing.

Beyond the wacky concept of the cocaine machine, "Cocaine" doesn't really stand out much, although it's still fun to watch (M:I is always fun to watch, even the lesser episodes). Charles Napier, another former TREK guest star ("The Way to Eden"), is in it, as is BARNEY MILLER's Gregory Sierra. Plus, Anderson looks really beautiful in it.

Next to "Encore," however, "Cocaine" comes across as pretty darned plausible. "Encore"'s story is about as insane and implausible as any TV episode I've ever seen. Dammit, though, if it doesn't work anyway, thanks to the commitment of the M:I cast and crew, which plays it all absolutely straight (M:I rarely showed any humor), and Shatner's sharp performance.

To describe "Encore"'s plot still doesn't express just how ridiculous it is, but I'll try. Shatner is Joseph Kroll, a 65-year-old gangster who still lives in the same New York City neighborhood where he grew up. Law enforcement has never been able to pin a crime on him, so the IMF decides to try to bust him for a 35-year-old murder, in which the victim's body and the murder weapon were never found. They know Kroll did the crime, but need evidence to convict him.

Here's the idea. The IMF knocks Kroll out and administers instant plastic surgery that lasts only for six hours. They make him look like he's 30 again by removing his wrinkles using paraffin (!), dye his hair, and somehow eliminate his limp! They then take him to a movie studio where they have duplicated 1937 New York down to the most minute detail. Only about three square blocks, but it's a good thing Kroll never seems to leave the area anyway. He comes to believe that it's actually the day he's going to commit the murder, and the IMF, in perfect disguise of course, lead him through that day's events, eventually faking the murder and following Kroll when he dumps the body, so they can duplicate Kroll's steps on the actual New York block.

It's a lot to swallow, and Shatner does a nice job with the slow realization that what seems impossible may not be. He doesn't accept his new surroundings too soon or too late. Really, you can't blame Kroll for being fooled, since the IMF must have spent hundreds of thousands of taxpayer dollars to compile props and costumes, build fake sets, hire extras, scour the country for period antiques...even get the airports to stop air traffic over the studio lot and hire a period airplane to fly over.

A good alternate name for the show would be SERVED, since the most satisfying moments often come at the end, when the bad guy gets an unexpected peek behind the magic curtain and realizes that he has been completely and utterly duped, while the IMF drives off and leaves him behind to suffer consequences. At the end of "Cocaine," Shatner actually smiles with respect at the operatives whom he believed to be crooks like himself, while "Encore" effectively ends with Shatner running alone down empty streets, his limp returning and face melting, as he stumbles onto a western street and realizes with mouth agape that he has been totally and utterly served.

Apropos of nothing, but still interesting. Coincidentally, both episodes were written by Harold Livingston, who later penned the screenplay to STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE.

Posted by Marty at 10:50 PM CST
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
Look Out! Bronson's Loose!
The DEATH WISH franchise is one of genre cinema’s most schizophrenic. Over a 20-year period beginning in 1974, five DEATH WISH movies were theatrically released by four different studios. Even though most of them were set in New York City, filming occurred in three different countries on two continents. And whereas the original film was a serious drama about urban crime and its effects on decent, law-abiding citizens, later entries could hardly have been more cartoonish if their hero had fallen off a cliff and been banged on the head with an anvil. About the only thing all five DEATH WISHes have in common is their star: the venerable Charles Bronson, who finally became a major Hollywood leading man at age 52 after two decades as a character actor and international star.

Paul Talbot, a film historian who has written articles for esteemed genre publications such as PSYCHOTRONIC VIDEO and VIDEO WATCHDOG (the current issue has Talbot’s breezy look at AMITYVILLE 3-D, of all things), has documented the origin, production, history and aftermath of the DEATH WISH saga in a new trade paperback from iUniverse titled BRONSON'S LOOSE!: THE MAKING OF THE DEATH WISH FILMS. Talbot has a conversational writing style that appeals to me. In BRONSON’S LOOSE, he manages to sift through decades’ worth of books, magazines, reviews, screenplays and other reference materials, including several personal interviews with filmmakers involved with DEATH WISH, and distilled all of his research into just over 160 clean, precise pages.

DEATH WISH was produced independently by Dino de Laurentiis and released by Paramount in 1974, when it became a major box-office smash. More than just a movie, its story about a liberal New York architect, Paul Kersey (Bronson), who transforms into a gun-toting vigilante after his wife and daughter are brutally attacked in their home, became a hot topic in the news and on talk shows. Bronson, a recognizable actor from big features like THE DIRTY DOZEN and THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN, became a household name in the United States (he already was one in many European countries, where he had acted in several action movies that went mostly unnoticed in the U.S.) that was synonymous with “tough guy.” Strangely, considering its popularity, DEATH WISH was not sequelized until 1982, when Yoram Globus and Menahem Golan, the notorious “Go-Go Boys” who owned The Cannon Group, bought the rights and made three follow-ups during the 1980’s, including the preposterous DEATH WISH 3, which turned the middle-aged Kersey into an urban Rambo who used automatic weapons almost as large as he to wipe out over a hundred rampaging street punks. Trimark (barely) released the final installment, 1994’s DEATH WISH V: THE FACE OF DEATH. Bronson was 72 then.

Consider it a compliment when I say that virtually everything you want to know about the DEATH WISH movies--that can be known--is reported in Talbot’s book. That caveat marks BRONSON’S LOOSE’s biggest problem, which is that most of the major names involved with the movies are either dead or presumably too “important” to talk about these movies. For instance, Jeff Goldblum, who made his film debut in DEATH WISH with a freaky, intense performance, isn’t represented. Nor are Laurence Fishburne, who played a heavy in DEATH WISH II, or Jimmy Page, the rock star who composed its score. Bronson is, of course, dead (not that the notoriously press-shy star would have spoken with Talbot anyway), as are fellow actors Vincent Gardenia, Hope Lange, Steven Keats, J.D. Cannon, Martin Balsam and Jill Ireland (Bronson’s wife), director J. Lee Thompson and screenwriter Wendell Mayes. Obviously, Talbot can’t be blamed for these omissions, but I can’t help feeling that a lot of vital film history went to the grave with these talented filmmakers.

On the bright side, Talbot did conduct informative interviews with the hyperbolic Michael Winner, who directed the first three DEATH WISH films and knew Bronson about as well as any of the star’s professional colleagues (the two did six films together). The talkative director, who should write a book of his own, shares many happy and not-so-happy memories of shooting with Bronson, a mercurial homebody who didn’t suffer fools at all and had difficulty feeling comfortable unless his beloved wife Ireland were around. Other interview subjects include novelist Brian Garfield, whose DEATH WISH was adapted for the screen by Mayes; director Steve Carver, who was supposed to helm DEATH WISH V; Allan A. Goldstein, who did; and screenwriter Gail Morgan Hickman (a man, by the way). Goldstein has some fascinating insight, as he appears to have formed a close friendship with Bronson; not many people can say that. The book is introduced by an amusing foreword by actor Andrew Stevens, who acted twice with Bronson, but never in a DEATH WISH movie.

One more pitfall is a lack of decent photos. Considering Talbot had access to press kits, I’m surprised the book isn’t illustrated with plenty of stills, and I wish some of his interview subjects had lent him some personal behind-the-scenes photos. The only images Talbot features are hazy black-and-white scans of book covers, DVD box art, ad mattes, videocassette covers, a few lobby cards, and other not-so-rare artifacts. I appreciate Talbot’s substantive reporting and writing, but the warmth and personality that well-chosen photographs can convey are sorely missed. I must say, however, that I was surprised to learn from an image of the box that a DEATH WISH 3 videogame exists. Hell, yeah, I’d like to play it!

BRONSON’S LOOSE!: THE MAKING OF THE DEATH WISH FILMS is a quick, easy read, but an entertaining and informative one, despite my criticisms. As an unabashed Charles Bronson fan, even his ‘80s Cannon period, which kept him on movie screens as an action leading man at a time when most of his contemporaries had either died, retired or settled into character roles, I appreciate Talbot’s tightly written chronicle of one of the most unusual and least known aspects of the star’s career.

Posted by Marty at 10:33 PM CST
Updated: Sunday, March 12, 2006 10:35 PM CST
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The First Monster Horror Musical
It came billed as “The First Monster Horror Musical,” and it damn well might be. It’s got boys and girls in swimsuits frugging on a beach while a band of nerdy-looking white dudes in striped shirts play three-chord rock-’n’-roll. It also has an infestation of man-sized “sea zombies” that creep out of the ocean to munch on nubile female flesh. Add some bikers, a fistfight, wretched one-liners and a romantic triangle, and you have THE HORROR OF PARTY BEACH, which remains, 40 years later, a unique cult oddity.

Dull Hank (John Scott) fights with his alcoholic girlfriend Tina (Marilyn Clarke) on their way to a beach party. “You ain’t seen livin’ ‘til you’ve seen Tina swing,” she says, as she leaps into the fray and shakes her moneymaker at leather-jacketed tough Mike (Agustin Mayor), who fights with Hank over the cheap little tease. Meanwhile, some boaters dump a barrel of radioactive waste into the ocean, which pops open upon hitting the bottom and soaks a skull buried there. Via clumsy time-lapse photography, the skull transforms into…well, it’s hard to describe. Something like a slimy green sea monster with bulbous eyes and a dozen frankfurters sticking out of its throat. Whatever it is, it’s ahead of its time, because fifteen years before slasher movies established the rules for screen killing, the monster attacks the slutty girl first, ripping Tina to a bloody shred.

Director Del Tenney mixes lowbrow humor with the shocks, contributing groaners such as two boys watching a girl in a bikini shaking her pert ass, and one of them saying to the other, “That reminds me. Did anyone bring hot dog buns?” That night, the monsters attack a slumber party where 22 girls wear nighties and have a pillow fight. Best. Movie. Ever. Unfortunately for them, my dream bash turns into a hootenanny, which causes the monsters to slaughter all the girls. Lesson #1: sea zombies hate folk music.

With the local police befuddled (“You think it might be a wild shark?), Dr. Gavin (Allan Laurel), who pushes his daughter Elaine (Alice Lyon) to pursue Hank now that his girlfriend is out of the picture, works to discover a method of destroying the monster horde. The Gavins’ superstitious black maid Eulabelle (Eulabelle Moore) even gets into the matchmaking act, scolding Elaine for lying around the house moping the day after 22 of her friends were murdered and pushing her to get out of the house to have some fun.

With the Del-Aires thumping their Fender Jaguars and the ridiculous-looking “sea zombies” stalking the Eastern seaboard, THE HORROR OF PARTY BEACH remains a memorable movie, spawning an episode of MST3K and a 1964 Warren comic book assembled by Russ Jones and comics legend Wally Wood.

It may also have influenced THE BEACH GIRLS AND THE MONSTER. Jon Hall, whose acting career began in the 1930's and included several starring roles opposite Maria Montez in Technicolor B-movies, served as director, cinematographer and star of this cheap laugh riot. He plays famous oceanographer Otto Lindsay, who's frustrated by Vicky (Sue Casey), his teasing harlot of a trophy wife, and his son Richard (Richard Lessing), a basically good kid who has forsaken his days of helping Dad in the lab to party his nights away on the beach. Richard, meanwhile, feels guilty about an auto accident that crippled his pal Mark (Walker Edmiston), even inviting Mark, a sculptor, to move into the Lindsays' spacious beach pad.

Those nights of swimming and grilling wieners on the beach are rudely interrupted when a girl is murdered by what appears to be a sea monster. A ridiculous one too, with a pointed head, bulging eyes, a squishy face and sharp "claws" that strangely bend like rubber. As the killings continue, no one seems very concerned except Richard, who finds himself investigating when Mark becomes a murder suspect.

Bless its heart, BEACH GIRLS is a ridiculous and often hilarious monster movie that also throws in lame comedy and guitar-happy surf music by Frank Sinatra, Jr. to go along with its thrills. Hall is just barely able to construct enough material to reach feature length, but only by splicing in several minutes of extraneous surfing footage that has nothing to do with anything else in the movie. The final revelation appears to be a copout, but it actually contains some interesting generational subtext if you choose to look at it that way (and Joan Gardner's screenplay is so inept that you have to wonder whether it’s accidental). Edmiston, later a popular character actor and voice artist who also wrote the songs, at least appears to be a professional thespian, which is more than can be said for the rest of the decidedly mature teen cast.

BEACH GIRLS was the end of Jon Hall’s 30-year Hollywood career, while Del Tenney directed two other films in 1964 and swiftly fell off the radar as well. I wouldn’t blame these films though. Whatever they may have lacked in “depth”, they made up for in fun.

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Wednesday, March 8, 2006
They Called It God's Country
Here's a trashy action movie produced not by Roger Corman, but by his brother Gene, who was also a prolific Hollywood producer whose projects were usually a little classier and budgets a little higher than Roger's.

VIGILANTE FORCE is an exciting though implausible actioner written and directed by George Armitage, an interesting and unfortunately sporadic filmmaker who got his start working for Roger Corman at New World Pictures. He wrote GAS-S-S-S! and NIGHT CALL NURSES and directed PRIVATE DUTY NURSES before going to MGM to direct HIT MAN for Gene Corman. VIGILANTE FORCE was Armitage's third feature as a director, and strangely also his last for 14 years: 1990's MIAMI BLUES. That is a terrifically offbeat crime comedy, but Armitage's best film came out seven years after that: the wild black comedy GROSSE POINTE BLANK, which cast John Cusack as a hitman attending his suburban high school reunion. It's an excellent comedy that did little for Armitage's career for some reason I can't fathom. His next movie was the 2004 flop THE BIG BOUNCE, and who knows if he'll get another shot. If so, it won't be 'til 2011, so we've got time to prepare.

VIGILANTE FORCE casts Jan-Michael Vincent as a tractor salesman in a rural Southern California community that has been overrun by rowdy oil riggers that have brought violence, drunkenness, disorder, gambling and murder to the formerly quiet town. The police--at least the ones who haven't been killed by bank robbers--aren't equipped to handle the situation, so the town enlists Vincent to recruit his brother Kris Kristofferson, a Vietnam War veteran, to keep the peace.

Kris agrees to come home and brings his war posse with him, including Shelly Novack (THE F.B.I.), Charles Cyphers (HALLOWEEN) and Carmen Argenziano (THE HOT BOX). Soon, Kris discovers that being a cop is chump change, and decides to take over the town for himself. Oh, he does his job alright. There's little crime left in town...that is, aside from his own major crime ring. After Kris murders his brother's girlfriend (a scrumptious Victoria Principal) and the sheriff, it's up to Jan to end the violence.

VIGILANTE FORCE is a good movie, very well paced with plentiful action sequences and explosions. Both Kristofferson and Vincent were major Hollywood players at the time, and they perform believably as brothers. They're also often shirtless, and it's a nice change from today's movies to see action heroes built like normal human beings. If you pay attention, you'll see a pre-WKRP Loni Anderson in the cast as "Peaches", along with Andrew Stevens, Brad Dexter from THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN, David "Bosley" Doyle (CHARLIE'S ANGELS), Paul "You're mine for two months, Bender" Gleason (THE BREAKFAST CLUB), Antony Carbone and Bernadette Peters.

It's an unassuming, straightforward action movie with not much more to say about it, except that it's crafted very well and worth watching. Also worth noting is the kickass theatrical trailer for this PG movie, which features a great Ernie Anderson narration.

Posted by Marty at 10:34 PM CST
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Monday, March 6, 2006
Angels Of The Apocalypse
2001's CRIMSON RIVERS is a very good French crime drama that could easily be compared to SILENCE OF THE LAMBS and SEVEN, I suppose because on the surface it's about two detectives--one young, the other older--pursuing a serial killer who mutilates his victims and displays them in a gruesome manner. That CRIMSON RIVERS really isn't any more similar to those American hits than that does not mean that it isn't worth watching. It definitely is. Columbia/Tri-Star chose to release it directly to video in the U.S., which is a shame, because I think it could have attracted a healthy box office similar to that of, for instance, CROUCHING TIGER, HIDDEN DRAGON. I'm surprised there hasn't been an American remake of it, like Hollywood did with INSOMNIA.

Tonight I saw the sequel, CRIMSON RIVERS II: ANGELS OF THE APOCALYPSE. It's also a good movie, not as good as the original, but still worthwhile. Jean Reno returns as Parisian detective Niemans, who investigates the strange murder of a man found entombed Poe-style behind the concrete wall of a monastery. Later, a customs agent is murdered by a robed figure who uses a nailgun to crucify his victim.

Meanwhile, a younger detective (Benoit Magimel) runs over (literally--with his car!) a raving man who bears resemblance to Jesus Christ and rants about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The two detectives join forces when they learn their cases are connected, and a third detective (Camille Natta), a religion expert, discovers that the victims all bear the same names and occupations as the real Jesus' twelve apostles.

Christopher Lee is the main villain, an ex-Nazi, but the subordinate villains are a lot of fun. They're sorta like ninja priests. Faceless assassins dressed in brown priest robes, these guys confound the cops with amazing physical agility and strength. The movie's best setpiece has Magimel chasing one of these guys on foot halfway across Paris, bouncing off of buildings, leaping through glass windows, jumping on and off of trains, and climbing into an abandoned steel mill. It's an amazing foot chase, even better than the witty one in the original CRIMSON RIVERS.

In fact, director Olivier Dahan makes wonderful use of interesting locations in addition to the mill, including the famous Maginot Line, which includes hundreds of miles of underground tunnels and waterways built to fortify the French border against the Germans in World War II. Dahan stages some intriguing, creative killings and boosts the bad guys' credibility by having them thwart Reno and Magimel's opposition at every turn.

Luc Besson's script suffers somewhat from its implausible premise, although I was mostly able to swallow it fine. The story is ridiculous, but Dahan's stylish direction keeps it from flagging. The leads have no chemistry together, and their characters are thinly developed to the point where it didn't really matter who the detectives were on the case. It could just as easily have been Starsky and Hutch on the job. I still recommend CRIMSON RIVERS II on the basis of its taut action scenes, slick visuals, catchy score and Christopher Lee.

Meanwhile, 24 continues to be the best show on television with a two-hour broadcast tonight. Not a false step to be seen with the exception of Elisha Cuthbert's robotic turn as Jack Bauer's bitchy daughter Kim, who accepted her father's Phoenician return with what I think was a glare. It's kind of hard to tell what emotions Cuthbert was trying to express. But, damn, she's cute.

Also rising from the ashes is C. Thomas Howell's acting career. He and star Kiefer Sutherland are presumably friends who have appeared in at least two films together, which can be the only explanation as to how Howell ended up guesting on a hit TV series. To be fair to the guy, he works all the time in DTV features and occasionally on television, even though he's never been much of an actor and has lost whatever good looks he had as a young man. He and Sutherland are the same age, but you wouldn't know it to see them together.

Also guest-starring on 24 for the first time tonight were JoBeth Williams, who was a very good and very attractive leading lady in '80s films like THE BIG CHILL and TEACHERS, and Ray Wise, who was in ROBOCOP with another 24 guest star, Peter Weller. Too bad Kurtwood Smith is busy on THAT '70S SHOW. He would kick ass as a dickhead CTU boss (okay, 24 producers, get to work on that for next season!).

8404 songs on iTunes now:
"Crimson and Clover"--Tommy James & the Shondells
"Celebration"--Kool and the Gang
End Titles of THE TERROR--Ronald Stein
"Love Will Find A Way, Part II"--The Electronic Hole
"It Was A Very Good Year"--William Shatner!
"Won't You Try Saturday Afternoon"--Jefferson Airplane
"Studio di Colore"--Ennio Morricone
"My Name Is Nobody"--Ennio Morricone
"I Can Show You"--Rupert's People
"A Child's Smile"--Clear Light
Theme from COOL MCCOOL
"The Flying Machine"--The Flying Machine
"One More Drink"--Mason
"I've Just Seen You"--Act of Creation

Posted by Marty at 10:44 PM CST
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Sunday, March 5, 2006
I Got 17
Now Playing: 2006 Academy Awards
I think picking 17 Oscars correctly is my new record, although I think I was helped by a bunch of no-brainers among this year's nominations. The only major shock of the night was the Original Song award to HUSTLE AND FLOW, and I don't think CRASH was expected to overcome BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN for Best Picture. I don't know why the Independent Spirit Awards continue to exist, since the same films nearly always make up the Academy Award nominations.

Thanks to everyone who came out to my Oscar party. Chicken was the big winner of the pool, picking 12 winners (I disqualified myself from my own contest) and earning the new 2-disc DOG DAY AFTERNOON DVD. Grady was 2nd (Steven Seagal double feature), Darcy 3rd (Stallone double feature) and Roger Dale 4th (Chuck Norris in LOGAN'S WAR).

Jon Stewart was superb, the best Oscar host in many years, except perhaps for Steve Martin. Pencil Stewart in for next year if he wants it. I think George Clooney would be an excellent host too.

Salma Hayek: hot!

Posted by Marty at 11:33 PM CST
Updated: Monday, March 6, 2006 8:00 AM CST
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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," which is exactly right.

One aspect of AIRPLANE! not often noted (although Abrahams, Zucker and Zucker do in one of the interview segments) is Elmer Bernstein's terrific score that perfectly hits the proper parodic notes. It also opened up, along with ANIMAL HOUSE, a new direction for Bernstein's composing career, as he started scoring lots of comedies, like STRIPES (very good) and GHOSTBUSTERS, whereas I don't think he had ever done a big comedy prior to ANIMAL HOUSE two years before AIRPLANE! (which doesn't contain a typical "comedy" underscore).

The new DVD is officially called the Don't Call Me Shirley Edition, and since AIRPLANE! really should be in everyone's movie library, you might as well pick it up.

Posted by Marty at 12:12 AM CST
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