Showing posts with label death proof. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death proof. Show all posts

Monday, June 2, 2008


TEETH
(Review)

“No men were harmed in the making of this film.”
So claim the end credits for Mitchell Lichtenstein’s wildly original and wildly disturbing Teeth. And that may be true, as far as things go, but there’s no reassurance that the men in the audience won’t leave the theatre traumatized.


Dawn (The Big Bad Swim‘s Jess Weixler) is a high school student who is part of an organization called The Promise, which promotes abstinence amongst teens. Unpopular with a significant portion of the student population, Dawn nonetheless sticks to her firm belief that sex should be saved for marriage.
And despite her mother (Vivienne Benesch) being ill, and her stepbrother Brad (Nip/Tuck’s John Hensley) being a rebellious heavy metal fiend, Dawn copes rather admirably. Dawn’s world is fine, if not exactly brilliant.
Till new student Tobey (Hale Appleman) arrives and throws everything out of whack, forcing Dawn to wake up to the cold, cruel ways of the world.


Now, I don’t want to blurt out the central idea that drives Teeth. You may get a notion from the trailer, but it isn’t really actually named till about halfway through the film, so I’ll avoid mentioning it in this review.
I can say that Teeth is Rated R, and is more black comedy than actual horror movie. Having said that, I must say that there is horror in Teeth, particularly for the males in the audience, but it’s not the standard horror of your average scary movie.
The fact of the matter is, it’s not often you get to see a film as unique and audacious in its subject matter and sensibility as Teeth. I’ve read a couple of short stories that have dealt with the same idea, but it’s really only in Teeth where I’ve seen a satisfying treatment of it.
And a big reason why, is that Teeth has a rather good cast, who bring a humanity to the far-from-normal subject matter. Weixler, in particular, delivers a fantastic performance, effectively painting her character’s need to do the right thing, with the misery and frustration of her self-imposed abstinence, and later on, the bizarre circumstances of her predicament.


Since I myself am abstaining from springing Teeth’s central premise in this review, I guess I’ll just say that it’s a dark feminist fable for our times, a terribly effective cautionary tale of sexual awakening, and the mysterious and potent strength hidden in the core of the female species.
There’s a lot of strong imagery and symbolism in Teeth, and one sequence sticks out for me. It’s the scene in the classroom where they’re studying the human reproductive organs, which seems to suggest that in trying to see women for what they really are, men can’t help but destroy them in the process.
Like Fruit Chan’s Dumplings and Frank Oz’s The Stepford Wives remake, Teeth shows how far women are willing to go to exist and prosper in this patriarchal world, and like Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof, it’s also a curious cinematic exercise in female empowerment.
It says, in very decisive terms, that it isn’t that women are dangerous, emasculating b!tches, but rather, that woman can be dangerous, emasculating b!tches, if we men are being total d!cks to them. (And sadly, nearly to a man, the male specimens in Teeth are complete noodges. Even Dawn’s father—played by Twin Peaks’ Lenny von Dohlen—ultimately proves to be an impotent force in his own household.)
Teeth also suggests that if we men continue to be total d!cks to women, then they could very well adapt to our misogynistic ways and teach us all a lesson we’ll never forget, by getting us right where it hurts…


Parting shot: Reviews of The Big Bad Swim, The Stepford Wives, and Death Proof can be found in the Archive.

(Teeth OS and images courtesy of bloody-disgusting.com; DVD cover art courtesy of amazon.com.)

Thursday, September 13, 2007




AFTERTHOUGHTS (16)

The nominees for this year’s Scream Awards have been announced, and some of the nominations I’m jazzed about are:

28 Weeks Later
The Ultimate Scream;
Best Horror Movie;
Best Sequel;
“Jump-From-Your-Seat” Scene of the Year (Zombie Attacks Glass Window)

All-Star Superman
Best Comic Book

Battlestar Galactica
The Ultimate Scream;
Best TV Show;
Sci-Fi Siren (Katee Sackhoff)

Children of Men
Best Science Fiction Movie;
Sci-Fi Siren (Clare-Hope Ashitey);
Sci-Fi Star (Clive Owen);
Best Director (Alfonso Cuaron);
Best Scream-Play (Alfonso Cuaron, Timothy J. Sexton, David Arata, Mark Fergus & Hawk Ostby)

The Descent
The Ultimate Scream;
Best Horror Movie;
Breakout Performance (Shauna MacDonald);
Best Director (Neil Marshall);
Best Scream-Play (Neil Marshall)

El Laberinto Del Fauno
The Ultimate Scream;
Best Fantasy Movie;
Most Vile Villain (Sergi Lopez as Captain Vidal);
Most Memorable Mutilation (Mouth Sliced Open and Sewn Back Together);
Best Director (Guillermo Del Toro);
Best Scream-Play (Guillermo Del Toro);
Best Foreign Movie (Spain)

The Fountain
Best Science Fiction Movie;
Sci-Fi Siren (Rachel Weisz);
Sci-Fi Star (Hugh Jackman)

Grindhouse (Death Proof)
Scream Queen (Rosario Dawson);
Best Cameo (Quentin Tarantino);
Breakout Performance (Zoe Bell);
Most Vile Villain (Kurt Russell as Stuntman Mike);
Most Memorable Mutilation (Dismembered in Car Crash);
Best Director (Quentin Tarantino);
Best Scream-Play (Quentin Tarantino)

Gwoemul
Best Horror Movie;
Best Foreign Movie (South Korea)

Heroes
The Ultimate Scream;
Best TV Show;
Best Superhero (Masi Oka as Hiro Nakamura; Milo Ventimiglia as Peter Petrelli);
Sexiest Superhero (Ali Larter as Niki/Jessica; Hayden Panettiere as Claire Bennet);
Breakout Performance (Hayden Panettiere);
Most Vile Villain (Zachary Quinto as Sylar/Gabriel Gray)

Lost
Best TV Show;
Fantasy Fox (Evangeline Lilly);
Fantasy Hero (Matthew Fox)

Masters of Horror
Best TV Show

The Prestige
Best Science Fiction Movie;
Sci-Fi Siren (Scarlett Johansson);
Sci-Fi Star (Christian Bale);
Best Cameo (David Bowie)

The following films (all reviewed here: see Archive) were also nominated in a number of categories: 300; Transformers; 1408; Spider-Man 3; Sunshine; Vacancy; Disturbia; Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer; Black Christmas; and Ghost Rider.
The following films, which I have yet to see, were also nominated: Grindhouse (still haven’t seen Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror); Hostel: Part II; and Stardust.

Congratulations, one and all, and best of luck.
You can vote for your favorites here until October 19. Spike TV’s Scream Awards airs Tuesday, October 23.

Parting shot: Last year’s winners included Brandon Routh (Best Superhero: Superman in Superman Returns); Battlestar Galactica (Best TV Show); Haute Tension (Best Foreign Movie); Evangeline Lilly (Fantasy Fox); and Hostel (The Eye Removal scene won for Most Memorable Mutilation and The Holy Sh%T! Award).

(Images from last year’s Scream Awards courtesy of comicbookresources.com.)

Wednesday, September 12, 2007




DEATH PROOF
(Review)

So April March’s “Chick Habit” is jangling around in my head, and it’s one of the things I’m taking away from Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof.
Originally Tarantino’s half of Grindhouse, Death Proof has apparently taken on the role of favoured son, having its script released in book form, and having driven its way to Cannes, leaving Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror abandoned by the side of the road.
Much has been made of Grindhouse’s failure at the American box office (a discussion of the whys and wherefores of which would take up an article or three), but now that the two features have been split for their international and DVD releases, what we’re looking at here is to address the question, So is Death Proof any good?
And the answer is (he says rather coyly)…

Just as Grindhouse was split neatly in two, Death Proof itself is basically two vignettes of serial killer Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell), as he terrorizes sweet young things with his car.
Said young things include Sin City’s Rosario Dawson, CSI: NY’s Vanessa Ferlito, Scream’s Rose McGowan, Cabin Fever’s Jordan Ladd, and Kiwi stuntwoman Zoe Bell (as herself!).
So there are some car stunts, gruesome deaths, and a lap dance. Oh, and talking. A whole lotta talking.
Of course, we all know Tarantino loves his Chatty Patties, and Death Proof is chock-a-block, wall-to-wall, pedal to the metal yadda yadda. Which is fine, actually, but when each vignette is basically one long, protracted discussion, topped by a car chase and violence, there isn’t much to warrant the feature-length treatment.
If only Tarantino had fueled Death Proof with a little more Kill Bill (the momentum of the moving image as narrative engine) and less Jackie Brown, this might have been a far more enjoyable ride.

Having said that, Death Proof does have its moments (and I did end up liking it more than Jackie Brown).
There’s Eli Roth and Nicky Katt in small roles, there’s Three Kicks to the Head Part Three, there’s the Ship’s Mast gone wrong sequence, there’s the moment the second vignette bursts into glorious, eye-popping Technicolor, there’s Zoe Bell as herself.
And then of course, there are the Kill Bill nods. (And sure, one of them was pure expository device, but it was an entertaining expository device nonetheless.)

Ultimately, Death Proof is fun—provided you can enjoy the lo-fi, no-budget grindhouse aesthetic the production adopts—but would have been far more effective at a shorter running time.
Ironically, perhaps the best place for Death Proof may have been within the confines of a grindhouse-themed anthology (as opposed to the double bill approach Grindhouse took), where it would have been freed of the burden of a feature length running time. As it stands, this just feels like a short story that’s been padded, force-grown into a novel.
Maybe if Tarantino had filled in the time with more narrative nuts and bolts from the School of Cause-and-Effect Plot Action instead of all that blather, we could have enjoyed a top-down, wind-in-your-hair, radio-blasting-“Chick Habit” ride down the freeway rather than the erratic, fluctuating, stuttering trip we’re taken on.

Parting shot: Before Dimension does the double-dip (and I can only assume that giving Grindhouse the proper DVD treatment is somewhere in the cards), where do the faux trailers get their chance to grace TV screens?

(Death Proof OS courtesy of aintitcool.com; UK quad courtesy of empireonline.com; script book cover art courtesy of amazon.com.)