Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Careful


Guy Maddin’s Careful is no doubt the directors fantasies and obsessions shot on film. I don’t think many filmmakers would be interested in making a contemporary German mountain film(genre from the 1920s and 1930s). I couldn’t imagine someone taking the genre and adding incest. Only Canadian auteur Guy Maddin would attempt such risky conquests.


Careful
for me is a very soothing film. Beautiful cinematography, sets, and lighting makes for a dreamlike experience. Various mountain climing silhouettes are also featured echoing back to the days of Arnold Fanck and mountain films like Holy Mountain(starring master art propagandist Leni Riefenstahl). Guy Maddin is the only filmmaker capable of utilizing almost century old film techniques and giving them new life(Soviet Montage in Mcdonalds commercials doesn't count). Hand-tinted color sequences also add to the films already vintage aesthetic.

Assumed Germanic Alpine village of Tolzbad is where this masterpiece takes place. All animals in this town no longer have their vocal chords as loud noises can(and have) cause deadly avalanches. The actors of the film keep their vocals levels to a quite whisper complimenting their proper linguistic etiquette. Guy Maddin has a very distinct sense of humor. One that would most likely offend most.


Careful features a very memorable and complimenting soundtrack. This “jingle” got me excited for each new scene. The overall sound of Careful is low-fi and cracking. Guy Maddin is very specific with each little detail in his films. Thankfully the Canadian government helped Maddin finance the film as very few filmmakers could get away with how personal his films are.


Incest, suicide, skinny dipping, snow flurries, and fatherly ghosts are all found in Careful. The film is by far my favorite from Maddin. Careful is a surrealist dream of luscious colors that radiate warmth(in contrast to the films snowy setting). The film makes me wish I grew up in the mountains of Germanic Switzerland 100 years ago.


-Ty E

Flesh: The Truth About 9/11


Edouard Salier's short film entitled FLESH is a horrible, pompous short film with little to no direction at all. It seems he is one of those pretentious "indie" film directors who tries to associate hard orgy sex with art. This short has nothing but CG and special effects. A brash attempt to offend. His plan is to offend voraciously but to no avail.


What we have here is a glistening CG skyline of New York City. Skyscrapers and the Chrysler Building are illuminated from the sun. We then see an ecstasy-driven lesbian sex scene silhouetted onto the buildings. All of them are covered with hard sex of all genders. As we are distracted by this absurdity, we have a plane crash into one of the towers. The middle explodes with red pixel spikes protruding out. The women continue to fuck even as they crash to the ground.


We have a scene that is made to look like a first person view. Some hapless helper on the ground running with a camera screaming vulgarities, praying to god or something. The second tower falls. The film was only slightly garbage by this point. The director decides he wants a fleet of airplanes to explode into every building to make a point which is unapparent. During some of the explosions, he decides to show "shocking" footage in a quick edit scene. This is including Arnold elected for governor, Charlie Manson, and the Ku Klux Klan.

This move buried the film. Several groans escaped from my chest. From all the rubble, one giant jagged tower emerges, it might symbolize how America "came together" after 9/11. After this erect foundation stands proud, we see a plane coming in the distance.

This film works zero percent and has no point. I can imagine some crazy Spaniard/Frenchie running around NY screaming about how Arnold and sexy writhing women did 9/11. This is not high art. This film is in comparison to the bag of trash in your car. Dispose of immediately.


-Maq

Bondage Game


When you think of the words disgusting or brutal in association with film, chances are you are thinking of the Guinea Pig series or Irreversible. After watching this rough and extreme two-chapter hentai, I am now pretty haunted by the display of forbidden sexualities and these images will not leave my head. This animated series has all the anti-virtuous fetishes displayed in the most vulgar and vile of ways. Due to the extreme content of this film, it is impossible to find any appropriate screen shots.


When Yuu awakens in a mysterious mansion, she discovers she has no memory of anything and discovers herself in a house of slavery and sodomy. Several females are there with the same situation. Yuu soon realizes that she either pleases every whim of the master or even the men he prostitutes her out too or meet horrific consequences. Part Salo, part Bloodsucking Freaks, this series' intentions is only to disturb and please. There is no doubt that you will feel something while watching this. You will either be aroused by some deep desire, or disgusted and appalled by the events on the screen. Do not expect a discernible ending. You will be left with questions and you will still feel like shit.

The fetishes are various and revolting in matter. We have extreme scatology including a scene with the toilet hooked up to various tubes throughout the house hooking in a mouth harness, pumping every bit of defecation into these young girls mouths. We have butt plugs and diaper fetishes. Urination galore and sexual mutilation is the placeholder of most commonly used fetish. The women are eventually given a penis in a sex operation. Some of the fetishes are sarcastic and exaggerated such as when a male customer injects a females breast with something that causes them to grow enormously in size, thus allowing them to fuck her nipples. Tit fuck was never a phrase to be taken seriously.

People are bound to be offended. Bondage Game is a bastard orphaned child of Jess Franco's films. Women in Prison has never been filmed so atrociously. Expect about an hour and ten minutes of pure rape and degradation. A film like this is hard to rate per say. I can't say i enjoyed it, but it wasn't bad for what it was, a severe rough misogynist porn. I have no choice but to recommend you to not see it, due to the highly graphic content and ill-fated women being used as a tool; an object.


-mAQ

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

The Doom Generation

SPOILERS

Gregg Araki’s The Doom Generation is a hilarious apocalyptic road film. It is also probably the only road film to feature a young man jerking off then swallowing his seed. The number 666 is seen throughout the film in tribute to the all mighty Lucifer (probably a wuss CEO in real life). I guess you could say that The Doom Generation is a ride through hell. I just hope that if hell on earth occurs it will include talking decapitated Asian convenience store clerks heads.


Rose McGowan stars as a tough and brutal sex vixen. Her performance in the film is very personal to me as she reminds me of my ladylove. Its rare to find a girl that is both extremely beautiful yet aggressive. She is a woman that knows how to take control, even if she can’t seem to control herself.

Gregg Araki is no doubt one sick individual. He’s obsessed with sexual perversion and death in way that plays like a sitcom (obviously his intent). The Doom Generation has been compared to hack liar Oliver Stone’s Natural Born Killers. I find it very offensive as Oliver Stone’s film should only be compared to Nike commercials.


My only complaint with The Doom Generation is the castration and death of the films pathetic romantic Jordan. His death was quite tragic as he had a quality to him of innocence (despite his many vices). Many know the actor that played Jordan (James Duval) as Frank from Donnie Darko. This fellow seems to die in a lot movies.

Araki’s style has evolved a great deal since his earlier films. I felt that Mysterious Skin was his best film. He is one of the few directors that is still able to disturb me. I will make it a goal of mine to view Araki’s entire film lexicon. The American auteur is a rarity.


-Ty E

Lethal Force


Imagine a pure-octane action movie with a lot of throwbacks to the grand days of discovering Riki-Oh. Finding Lethal Force for sale is the only thing you can possibly do to get that same grand feeling of watching something so over-the-top yet hilariously brilliant and violent at the same time. Alvin Ecarma's Lethal Force is a spoof film that is just a little bit serious. It parodies blaxploitation films, kung-fu classics, and the ridiculous early crime films.

The plot is something we have heard of before. A gangster is forced to turn in his best friend who also happens to be a hitman, after his wife was murdered and son was taken hostage. The hitman with the name of Savitch (Get it?) is the placeholder of all the action scenes. This includes catching knives in his teeth and squishing eye goo out of putty-lookalike henchmen's faces.

While some of the acting is quite atrocious, it semi-works due to the wardrobe. They look the part therefore they must fit. Cash Flagg Jr. is amazing as Savitch. Not only is he the badass, cold minded killer who has a soft spot for his time in 'Nam but he has suave one liners and the ability to deflect bullets with knives sticking out of his palm. Cash Flagg Jr. would fit perfectly in the live action cast of a Dragonball Z film.

The characters in this film that decorate the beautiful artwork are extremely eccentric and are amongst the enormous appeal. We have a little boy who is thrown into a quick draw match to the death, an obese lady with a humongous fez on her head. The crippled shaded villian who reminds me of a scientist, the soul powered Foxy Brown parody and let us not forget the henchmen. Their uniform is a black suit with kabuki masks. Very iconic and should be delved into in the sequel. They remind me of Putty's.


The sheer absurdity is amazing and goes down well with intoxication. The whole reason the shaded man wants Savitch for revenge is explained in the funniest assassin scene ever. The villian went to the public mail drop box and puts his letter in. He turned around and it opened and flew out. After this happening a couple more times, you see Savitch's face inside and he shoots the man in the face, scarring him for life.

Lethal Force is a must for any fan of action or comedy. Look for this off the wall kooky film at a store near you. You can only benefit with a film as wise as this one.


-Maq

Interview with John R. Hand


I recently got an interview with the director of the pseudo-surreal nightmare that is Frankensteins Bloody Nightmare.


SS: Hello, John. I noticed the way you filmed Frankensteins Bloody Nightmare looked inspired and original. How did you decide how you wanted it to look and feel?

JRH: Well I definitely wanted the film to look and sound like it came from another planet. At first I was just going for a kind of vintage or retro vibe because I'd seen some films where all the press kept pushing the whole vintage/retro/seventies angle and I'd just watch these films and I knew these people hadn't seen an issue of Cinemagic, just totally lifeless to me. I mean I'm sure they were fine people and artists but come on, vintage is more than just some grain and endless digital scratches. So part of it was the know-it-all in my thinking I could do better. Then another part of it was my love of films like Begotten, films which exists in another world. So I think a certain set of happy accidents along with my experimental tendencies pushed what started more as a kind of homage to eurohorror into something a little stranger.

SS: In the one scene where Victor went to his friends with the formaldehyde, his friend said, “Wait a minute” and I began to count the seconds. It strangely was close to exactly one minute. Was there anything behind that or just a goof?

JRH: It wasn't exactly a goof, I mean I purposely directed Billy to just kind of take this very odd pause and let the music play out behind him in order to build a little atmosphere. He also turns the volume down by rotating it clockwise, which usually turns the volume up. Even that still makes sense to me. That was a horrible night man, because I'd spent all day dressing up that room with all kind of texture, character stuff, in-jokes, etc., and there was supposed to be about three or four other actors coming down and giving this very seedy vibe to the whole thing along with these little vignettes which you could see Victor to and kind of help to build his character, but I didn't know these people so I also invited my friend Wade to come along to kind of corral these people that I didn't know. Well that wasn't a problem because none of them showed up and I just basically put Wade in the costume and he played the role. Then I dubbed his voice using the voice of my cameraman Brian, just to give it a strange, otherworldly feel. Wade is also wearing a very large shirt in the scene which was actually a movie prop I bought at an estate sale - it was a shirt that Tyrese wore in 2 Fast, 2 Furious, which someone won from a Starz movie contest or something, at least that's what the certificate of authenticity states. I'm sure they probably had a couple dozen replica shirts so who knows if that exact shirt was used in the film but if you study the shirt it really looks like a movie prop because all the identifying tags and everything have been carefully trimmed off and if you look as some press photos of Tyrese from the film and then watch my movie it's pretty clear that they're the same style shirt.

SS: Did you borrow anything traits/habits from yourself to fit the character Victor?

JRH: Victor has a few of my character traits in that he's this kind of introverted little guy. He's also incredibly paranoid - throughout the film he's constantly glancing around, wondering if someone's watching him. I don't think we're ever really sure if someone actually is or if these heat video displays are just his internal idea of what the people watching him are seeing. I'm kind of glad you picked up on some of that in your review because it seems like most people can't even get that and I don't even think it's that hard to grasp. Basically the film is this - it's just one guy's descent into madness. I think I'm a little paranoid, I used to be morose, but I think I brought a lot of that paranoid energy to the core of the role and to the core of the film itself.

SS: How did you decide on the origins of the beast? Was he brainwashed of sorts?

JHR: I think many people are little unclear of the who/what the beast is. It's pretty laid out in a very logical way by Victor at the end of the film during his little heatgram monologue but if you read every synposis or review you find that each critic kind of interprets the plot a little different, which I think is neat, because this is not necessarily a true-blue expermental film - it DOES have a plot, so it's kind of weird that there's this strange leeway in the plot for different interpretations. Some people think the monster is even Victoria. Anyway, my story on this is basically Victor's - he's just some guy that Victor found that he was able to revive and control. I don't think he was really brainwashed per se, but he didn't really have any higher brain functions beyond those sparks of memory which comprise that weird black-and-red experimental film sequence. There's kind of an Astrozombies vibe to the beast, and he was also supposed to have more a presence until that head I built was much too large so I kept cutting him back, also he was supposed play prominently at the end of the film and I cut that all out as well when I found the chemical burn technique for the photos.

SS: Any word on the next project you will do, do you see it being released under Unearthed, and will it be filmed in Super8?

JRH: I'd like to work with Unearthed again but maybe next time I'd have to be under a decent budget. They're always looking to move into production so who knows, stranger things have happened. I really like Super-8 but right now I've just getting my camera and lighting equipment together for this new film I'm making and I'm shooting in HD, 1080p, just because you can't get such quality along with the shots that you can get using these lightweight HD cameras. Basically the camera I've got is about twice the size of my tiny little Chinon Super-8 camera but it's shooting 1080p. It's just incredible to me.

SS: The film is obviously inspired by Frankenstein but I couldn’t help but noticing similarities in Buio Omega. Anything behind that?

JRH: I was heavily inspired by that film, which actually for me provided that initial spark to put together thing film. Some people it's Spielberg or Kevin Smith. For me it's Buio Omega. Of course you've got the superficial similarities, like the guy with his girlfriend who dies and then kind of comes back her sisters, other certain elements, but as I said at the beginning I took my initial ideas to such a strange place that it doesn't really resemble Buio Omega anymore. Also, I was interesting in taking that sketch of an idea, the guy with the girl, and then exploring the psychosexual identity of guy - did he really even love this girl, or did she even exist beyond his tangled delusional framework? That's why the whole scene with the guys in the alley has this really strange sexual edge to me, like it's this character confronting his masculinity against the cold blue night - blue, the color of a kind of emotional sleep. My next film's going to be really blue, by the way. I think there were number of additional scenes which could've fleshed Victor out a little more but by the end of the film I had run out of steam and also I was always looking for things to cut out of the film in order to make the film feel a little more vague and internal, not to confuse people but so that some people might even relate to better. Some people, I guess, maybe not everyone, but that's okay.

SS: Many thanks for the interview John. Best wishes for your directorial future. Any final words for our readers?

JRH: Well I just hope people like the next film I'm making. That's about it. You know, you say that this film is ripe for a prequel or sequel and I'd like to tell you that I'd love to do a sequel maybe a decade or so later but this time i'd be like an Italian horror film in a castle with my midget friend that I give birth to who hits people with a hammer - he doesn't really kill anyone, he just hits them with the hammer and laughs like a maniac.

Check out John R. Hand's debut film FRANKENSTEINS BLOODY NIGHTMARE from Unearthed Films.

Monday, February 4, 2008

2001 Maniacs

2001 Maniacs is much better than Herschell Gordan Lewis’ 2000 Maniacs. This was no surprise to me as I thought 2000 Maniacs was complete trash (not even good trash). Lewis no doubt has a serious phobia of the south. 2001 Maniacs director Tim Sullivan at least has some lowbrow talent (as proven with 2001 Maniacs). It is most likely that Lewis’ eyes become dilated with dollar bill signs when he keep up with the idea to do cheap gore. Blood Feast is still a classic regardless of its gimmick.


Nothing would please me more than a bunch of college students being murdered by the ghosts of Civil War Southerners. Unfortunately for them they would no long be able to play beer pong, poker, or watch football (which they have never played in their entire lives). For them, the South threatens their hedonistic obsessions.


The film features a variety of big natural breasted Southern women that trap the university clowns into a trance of lust. These Southern women don’t need to buy their sexual goods. The most slutty of the Southern madams even has an extra pair of teeth to prevent the act of sodomy. The old South sticks to it’s conservative roots.


Camcorder auteur Giuseppe Andrews exuberates Charm with a twang in 2001 Maniacs. Andrews always delivers the goods. Robert England sports a “stars and bars” eye patch like no other. England’s 2001 Maniacs charismatic performance is even comparable to his role as Freddy Krueger in the Nightmare on Elm Street films. To be honest, most of the performances by the Southerners are excellent. I can't say that about the northerners. Their deaths put a genuine smile on my face.


Eli Roth makes a appearance (I hate when he does that) in 2001 maniacs as a very silly armadillo throwing fellow. I would have to say that 2001 Maniacs is better than both Hostel 1 and 2. Roth seems to take himself seriously as a director. I believe that Tim Sullivan was just glad he could make a film that he and other people could enjoy.


-Ty E