A fishing expedition
Superstring01 said:
Look, if it doesn't have guns, aliens, space ships and gratuitous violence I don't wanna see it.
Hmm ... well, it's not that I don't like those things, but rather that they're kind of standards. I mean, I used to be a horror junkie, but none of the movies could compare to the written genre. To wit, I think the best Lovecraft film I ever saw was Haller's
The Dunwich Horror or O'Bannon's
The Resurrected (
The Case of Charles Dexter Ward). I've beaten my brain in trying to figure out how one would bring
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath to the screen.
Meanwhile, someone tell me what Barker's
Weaveworld would look like. There were hints that
The Thief of Always was coming to the screen, but that never happened. And there were rumors that Disney would bring us the
Abarat quartet, but that, too, seems stalled.
Those sorts of stories, which I prefer, just aren't making it to the screen. To the one, the 1980s Golden Age of Horror gave way to a pathetic suspense-thriller genre including (cinematically),
Traces of Red,
The Crush, and
Raising Cain, among other wretchedly bad films. To the other, they are complex stories with difficult demands; don't expect an effects director like Michael Bay, or a simpleton like Shyamalan to undertake them.
Of action and adventure, what can I say? I just can't get into the last decade of war films, though I did finally sit through
Black Hawk Down a couple days ago; could have been much worse. I can't remember the last war film that held me riveted in place throughout.
But I also have a certain amount of respect for what I call the "two-star genre"; especially those that defy the boundaries. Like
Iron Man, which I would give three stars.
I suppose, in the end, I've come to like
stories instead of effects. Don't get me wrong: I have nothing against effects. But if I get a
Live Free or Die Hard instead of an
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull or
Transformers, I'll call it a good day.
As a result, I've been filtering through anime for several years, and find myself rather awestruck by the silliness of what works for me. I'm excited because I get to see the sequential run of
InuYasha on Cartoon Network; I've only seen it in fragments before, and have some affection for what I've been able to figure of the story construction. The
.hack venture had some potential, but I lost track of it. I still adore the old
Star Blazers (
Space Battleship Yamato) cartoons. And so far
Hayao Miyazaki hasn't let me down, though I've a lot of his library left to view. But I've also found that much of the genre is adored for its astounding sexual complexes; it's enough to say that
Kagome wears the shortest schoolgirl skirt you've never seen up—the Freudian conflict of anime only gets scarier from there.
But, yes, sometimes I adore art because of what it tells me about the artist, and, reflectively, myself.
To the other, I
am planning on seeing the new ... um ... oh, shit, what's it called? See, that's the thing. Extreme bloody violence throughout. Sexual content. Nudity. Um ... oh, shit.
Machete. Right. Rodriguez. But, yeah, I mean, mostly because the ad campaign just slays me, and it's a Rodriguez film featuring De Niro, so why not? I'm not expecting a great film, but
somebody in my circle is going to come up with some dig'ems for that, so it'll be a pleasant couple hours high out of my skull while watching severed limbs fly, blood spatter, and Jessica Alba pose in her underwear. You know, whatever works.
I mean, sure,
Pulp Fiction was good, but mostly because it was funny and, as the state of American cinema went in 1994, somewhat original. Still, though, it doens't keep me captivated the way
Reservoir Dogs did.
Looking through the listings in Seattle, there's nothing
current that strikes me as absolutely must-see. I mean, sure, I might spend to see
Avatar in IMAX 3D, but I doubt it. I can't even bring myself to see Corbijn's
The American, despite Andrew Wright's review for
The Stranger:
If Joel Schumacher can be credited with one good deed, it’s for permanently slapping some sense into George Clooney. Following the garish, rubber-nippled fiasco of Batman & Robin, Clooney has embarked on one of the most fascinating careers in Hollywood, using the momentum from the occasional blockbuster to fuel a series of ambitious 1970s throwbacks. Not every experiment works, but full credit to him for consistently coloring outside of the lines ....
Anyone who wants to open by bashing Joel Schumacher (whose other good deed, in my judgment, was
The Lost Boys) has my attention, and I've learned that Clooney's name doesn't automatically mean a film is going to be a waste of time. But I haven't seen a good hit-man film since Besson's
The Professional (
Léon).
What can I say? I'm demanding. Actually, not so much. I can also add to my list of good films Morehouse's
Proof, Sayles'
The Secret of Roan Inish, Maggenti's
The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls In Love, and Christopher Ashley's adaptation of Paul Rudnick's
Jeffrey. None of those, however, feature bullets, monsters, aliens, or otherwise.
Neither does Russell's
Gothic, although it's plenty twisted. Kollek's
Whore 2 is outstanding, but, again, not exactly bloody.
Oh, okay.
Inglourious Basterds, but you've probably seen that one. But, really, I'm having a hard time coming up with something here.
Moon 44? Entertaining, sure, but not great.
Starship Troopers? Yeah, but that's too easy. Christopher Lambert in Stuart Gordon's
Fortress? Sure, but I have a thing for Gordon and Full Moon Pictures (
see 1991's
The Pit and the Pendulum). Almereyda's
Nadja was good, but I can think of a few reasons why it's not your kind of film.
I could go on, to be certain, but I've wracked my brain enough on this fishing expedition, and it's just a bit disappointing that I can't come up with anything that (A) suits your tastes, and (B) isn't well-known. But if you ever want to see twisted religion, and Mimi Rogers working with David Duchovny before their
X-Files days, try
The Rapture. Now
that is a "smarty" film that's also a hell of a ride.
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Works Cited:
Wright, Andrew. "The American: Mood Killer". The Stranger. September 1, 2010. TheStranger.com. September 2, 2010. http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=4794814