Hello to all those faithfully reading and hopefully enjoying this effort to make even the worst horror movie more watcha... aw, screw that - I'm not that good. If a movie makes you cringe because yet another batch of unlikable teens that are pushing 30 are inching toward their deaths, having a party no one does anywhere ever, a paranormal movie is boring you to tears with unending pans of empty rooms, or thanks to CGI technology when people finally bite it, their blood squirts everywhere except on the victim, the ground, the people next to them... you're in good company and this is the right place for you.
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Monday, May 13, 2013

LESS THAN ZERO




Night Of The Scarecrow (1995)

Teenagers are stupid and deserve to die. At least in horror movies. This less less less than zero piece of garbage was supposedly set in Washington (that usually means British Columbia) but this particular horrid movie was made in California. And there's cornfields. Lots of cornfields. See, in bad horror movies, if kids are going to break into a building, it's an abandoned hospital, asylum or prison. If they're going to be in the country, they're in a cornfield. You don't hear of teenagers getting slaughtered in the strawberry fields, or wheat - it's always corn.


The hubby explained to me that it's because corn is tall and you can get lost. So if they ever increase their genetic mutations of our food sources to other vegetables and we get seven foot tall cucumber patches, watch out. And if you don't have corn (he said patiently like I was an idiot and he wasn't far off) you don't have scarecrows, which everybody is about as afraid of as guys with machetes or chainsaws. Okay, okay, point taken but this was still stupid.

It has a long back story but basically the townspeople were desperate for good crops and willing to let a warlock of some kind work magic so they could have lots of good crops. But like every other story where people do something bad to get something good, as soon as they got it they turned on the warlock, trapping him in the cornfield forever. Or at least until some dumb drunk kid messes with farming equipment and breaks the 'seal' that is holding him down and he rises. Oh please kill 'em quick.

So as a scarecrow he rises and starts killing. He's trying to find a book to become a real boy again. But first he has to bore us for 85 minutes. Two try to stop him and we really root for them. Nah, just kidding - I'm hoping for quick deaths. There are bad puns throughout this turkey, a deputy with a six shooter that he apparently got from the magic firearm store 'cause he shot a lot more than six times.


Now I expect to get a lot of flack for this review - it's been called one of the best scarecrow movies of the 1990's. By somebody. Somewhere. Not me. And trust me, not you. And if you DO think this is a good movie, just don't post it on your Facebook page, 'kay? Potential employers look at that stuff.




Wednesday, January 9, 2013

AND NOW... A SMART MOVIE BREAK






Identity (2003)

I've said before that I love just about everything with John Cusack in it. He just can't seem to make a bad movie. Either that or he's just very careful with his choices of projects. 1408, for one of those 'Oooh the room is haunted!' stories was excellent and this is no different. It's smart, complex, scary and most of all, an original idea well executed. In other words, not a movie I usually pick apart.



And I'm not picking this apart either. Actually if I tried, there would be little to mess with because the cinematography, acting and story progression were just wonderful. Our story begins with a dark and stormy night. And rainy. It rains continually in this film which just seems to add to the creepiness of it. There are excellent performances from Amanda Peet, Ray Liotta and of course anything Jake Busey does is just plain fun to watch. If you haven't seen this film, I definitely recommend giving it a peek.



Through a series of intertwining circumstances all these people are stuck for the night in a run down motel due to the rain washing out the road on both sides. All are given a room with a number. It's those numbers that doom the temporary residents of this fleabag motel. If this sounds a bit like Agatha Christie, it's supposed to - it was inspired by And Then There Were None - a fact that is mentioned by one of the characters during the movie.



Meanwhile a convicted murderer, hours away from execution is given a last minute conference with the judge and court officials due to documents that were misfiled (typical). His name is Malcolm Rivers, a bald, cross eyed individual who viciously killed people in a motel. The argument brought forth by his psychiatrist is that he is completely unaware of what he did because the murders were actually done by one of his personalities. They hope to make those personalities confront each other and hopefully Malcolm will then be able to sort out who he really is. I don't know if I personally believe completely in the dissociative identity disorder idea or not, but for the movie it works well.



Back to the motel: We have a mess of a mystery, with bodies appearing and disappearing, and all those present are not completely who they seem. Each has a secret of their own that is eventually revealed throughout the movie. I don't want to give everything away but if you haven't guessed by now, the whole motel mess is actually all the personalities in Malcom's mind fighting each other and the outcome - well the outcome causes the judge to stay the execution and instead send Malcom to a psychiatric facility.



But on the way to the facility... ah, there's a twist I could get into since they left a bit of a hole in the plot which gets nicely filled in at this point. Like I said, give it a look - after watching dumb kids get wasted (both figuratively and literally) it's nice to watch something that requires a brain to follow.





Yesterday upon the stair 

I met a man who wasn’t there


He wasn’t there again today


Oh, how I wish he’d go away