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.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

UK TRIES BAD HORROR WITH ENTITY

A WITTY, ABOVE AVERAGE, DIFFERENT KIND OF GHOST HUNTING FOUND FOOTAGE TYPE OF MOVIE... SORRY, THAT IS A TOTAL LIE, MY BAD...









Entity (2012) UK

I freaking hate having fibro. For those who don't understand, think of it like having a recurring nasty flu that hits you just when you think you're going to accomplish something and you end up almost paralyzed, staring at nothing, the something or somethings you wanted to do swirling in your head and eating you up. Unless the drugs happen to work for a change and you get to sleep. I have sooo many movies to put up here but so little time to do them. 


So since I feel a bit of paralysis coming on and I'm trying to watch a movie that 'stars' Danny Trejo (he dies after three minutes), it's yet another possession movie. He and the other priest are chanting over the slobbering teenage girl (They're always teenage girls, right?), 'Release your brothers in the name of the Lord' yet I'm hearing in my head Fatboy Slim singing 'Check it out now, the funk soul brother'. I know a breakdown is minutes away so I'm gonna throw this trite garbage down quick and then go to bed and see if the drugs work this time.



This is supposed to be set in a Siberian forest. It's yet another crew of another 'hauntings' show called Darkest Secrets (real original guys), checking out yet another site. This is supposed to be a found footage movie. Fortunately for the audience, there's no shaky handheld running endlessly around screaming garbage. That was a plus. 


Unfortunately, the movie premise was tired and cheap, the purposely 'messed up' camera work was just annoying, and really folks, this whole scenario has been done to death. I read somewhere that someone said it was original - guess they don't watch too many movies. The ending was just - meh.

If you're confused as to which movie I'm talking about, that's because, like many other movies, they seem to almost all be using entity, haunting, paranormal, possessed or possession in the title. Just looking up info on this one I waded through several before finding the one I was actually watching. If for some unknown reason you actually want to find this, just look for it with the annoying backwards 'N'. 



At the blessed end it dedicates the movie to a Tracey Jane Wilkerson 1965-2012. I couldn't find a trace of that name (this person is not in or working in the movie) and when I looked around as I do 'cause of my OCD all I could find was some chick asking about her, "She's gotta have been 49 or so, right?" Oh, the educational system is working really well, isn't it?

Update as of 5/3/15: A reader suggested that maybe Ms. Wilkinson (I spelled the name wrong originally, what a surprise) was the actress and, wondering if I could find anything out, I looked again. There are several ladies in British media named Wilkinson but the closest I could find to what may have been the person they spoke of ('This film is dedicated to the life and bravery of Tracey Jane Wilkinson 1965-2012' is the actual statement) came in the form of an article of a man who was her partner for 15 years. He spoke of her struggle with cystic fibrosis, how she wrote a script that they made into a movie after she had died, and that she passed in 2012. If this is the right lady, here is the link:

http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/health/david-gledhill-writing-a-screenplay-helped-me-cope-with-losing-love-of-my-life-to-cystic-fibrosis-29675829.html


Update as of 4/7/16: I received a message from Neva Walker who said, "Tracey Wilkinson was actually my aunt. She was previously married to the director of this film and after she died in 2012, Steve dedicated it to her. She is the woman you found the article on." Thank you and we are sorry for your family's loss.

In 1998, because apparently despite the fact that the world is supposed to be a better place where we all get along (not getting into politics here, I know things still suck), in a Siberian forest (that's Russia for those of us, and I'm including myself, who are geographically challenged) shallow graves were found with 34 bodies of men and women in them. The Russians for some reason just wouldn't cooperate and tell anybody why. Duh. Maybe they were too busy covering up the Dyatlov Pass Incident.

But they WOULD allow an English TV crew there to snoop around and do the Scooby Doo thing 'cause they're taping stuff for their show called 'Darkest Secrets' (Running out of names are we?), supposedly really, really dependable 'cause they have a REAL psychic working for them. Uh huh. 


The duhs are coming out of my mouth faster than the Russian guide they hired can talk. Aaaaand I'm sneezing my head off and so cold medicine with my usual meds combo should be kicking in... I wondered why there was no snow. It's Siberia isn't it? Nope. This was done on the cheap, meaning they used good ole' Northern England for the sets. 

I was just glad for the close captioning - the combo of Russian and English accents was NOT something I could handle at the moment. Just 'cause my hearing is kaput, not being prejudiced or anything. Oops, more sneezing, gotta hurry.


Umm.. okay. TV crew in Russia checking out dirty secrets starting in a forest. A 'real' psychic woman feels bad vibrations in the soil. She 'sees' Russian soldiers shooting people in hospital gowns. Umm, that would mean the soldiers were dead too, right? No? Sorry, I don't know how this fake... umm I mean genuine psychic stuff is supposed to work. I guess it depends movie by movie. So now the woman (Ruth) senses something beyond the forest. The Russian knew this - he (Yuri) was testing her to see if she was 'real'. Uh, so far yeah. Real boring.

Don't get excited - it doesn't really pick up any and is soon over. We have four on the crew plus Yuri so there's no 15-minutes-setting-up-cameras-montage. That is good. There is a lot of Ruth gasping as she 'senses' different presences. That is boring. Yuri reveals his secret (we really didn't ask you Yuri) - he wanted to find his loved one who was one of the 'special' people kept there. Special? 


Apparently, in most countries psychics get their own TV show - in the USSR (oops, sorry, that doesn't exist - I mean the Russian Federation) they get imprisoned to be experimented on, to see if they can be used for nefarious purposes. When it was shut down, so were they - with a bullet. Yuri just wants his loved one to 'move on' and she can't do that unless Ruth tells her to. Uh, why exactly? Never mind, here's how it ends:

Of course one of the supposed victims is hyper-strong, a super duper massive of rage. So he's blocking everyone and keeping them there. Why exactly? Oops, sorry - good thing you can't catch what I've got through a computer screen, I think I'm getting woozy. Either that or it's trying to keep track of this bull spit.


So one guy dies cheaply - meaning no one sees it happen, when they find what they think is him alive we get horrifically bad camera work that sort of shows him being beaten to death. Yuri is next. Good. Dumbass. 

So Ruth lays down to calmly talk to the rageaholic and help him go to the light or whatever the hell it is she's supposed to do 'cause they feed on energy so no one can get mad or scared - so of course everybody does lots of both. When the remaining two come to Ruth to leave she's acting... funny.


Not funny ha ha. Funny as in funny they can't see what we who have seen way too many of these horrible things have figured out within the first 15 minutes - when you tell people it's found footage, everybody dies. The last two numbnuts die clueless. 

We see the last woman (for some reason still looking like herself, the other 'dead' crew look like black eyed duh monsters) trying to talk to 'Ruth' who of course is no longer 'Ruth' - her face did have an interesting bit of a makeup job but not worth getting through this movie to see. 


Then the last woman slowly fades away with the others, leaving 'Ruth' to lurch away from the facility - uh to go where exactly? You know what - never mind, just show the damn credits.




Sunday, September 22, 2013

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN, IF THAT'S WHAT IT IS WHERE YOU LIVE




I have not been neglecting you my loyal blog readers - it's not that I'm not doing enough, it's a little that I'm doing a bit too much right now... I've been watching a collection of 12 horror flicks, one of my discount Amazon packs (some I've seen, some not worth their own review but all will be revealed) AND taking on a scary but kind of fun project of putting up a new Facebook I Watch 'Em So You Don't Have To page which, in its infancy, has 36 likes. Sounds really petty compared to the thousands of you kind enough to read my blog, but they will reference each other, and I'm hoping that for now it will be a kind of guide as to what movies you can find reviews to on what month or year.

I used to know computer stuff frontwards and backwards, but I'm older now and for some reason that seems to mean (at least in my case) that the simpler things get, the harder they are now to do. Which is why I don't own a smartphone. I have an iPod, never used - I turned it on once, it wanted to know where the wi-fi was, I got scared and turned it off. That's about it.


So darlings, watch your horror faithfully, know that I've got a ton of stuff, just that between the fibro and the lack of time I don't have it committed to this blog yet - and we'll have fun for years (I hope) to come.

Thank you my lovelies for all of your support and guidance.






Thursday, September 19, 2013

YO YO YO BABY I'M SAYIN' THIS IS MY JAM - MY JAM - MY JAM... DON'T YOU BE FRONTIN' - Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING... UH UH UH... WE BE TALKIN' 'BOUT ALL DEM ABANDONED MENTAL ASYLUMS DUDES AND DUDETTES, THEY BE EVERYWHERE SO 'COURSE WE'S GOTTA MAKE A TON OF MOVIES ABOUT THEM!











The Truth About Duh (with apologies to P!nk)


Inspired By True Events

The truth about duh comes at 3am
You finish all messed up and you grab a pen
And you say to yourself
I'm gonna figure it out, I'm gonna crack that code
Gonna break it break it down
I'm tired of all these questions
And, now it's just annoying
Cause, no one has the answer
So I guess it's up to me to find
The truth about duh
Is it comes, and it goes
A strange fascination with eyes that glow
Greasy hair, buggy eyes on a smiling face
Claw marks, slime trail, and a hateful gaze
The shock and the awe, they will eat you raw
Is this the truth about duh?

I think this movie is the worst
It's the worst I've ever seen
I never ever ever ever felt this crappy
And yet nothing has changed
And The Truth About Duh is it's all a lie
It all just recycled and I want to die

Oh, you want the truth?

The truth about duh it's been done to death
It's the regret at the credits, it's the wasting of breath
It's whores and tits
And 20-something kids
It's all the movies that they already did
Terror coup d'etat, life line forget-me-nots
It's the hunt and the kill
The lack of the plots
The truth about duh is not enough blood and guts
Poor actors and scripts
You know they're gonna go bust
It takes your breath, cause it leaves a scar
And you know and you know you'll never get very far
It's rage and it's hate
Of the time that I waste
And that's the truth about duh
The truth about duh

I think this movie is the worst
It's the worst I've ever seen
I never ever ever ever felt this crappy
And yet nothing has changed
And The Truth About Duh is it's all a lie
It all just recycled and I want to die

Oh you can lose your mind and
Oh, you can write again and
That you are just convinced you feel like everybody's felt before
It hurts every time I have to watch them
It's not getting better so I dive right in
It's inspired by true events and
They can make up anything that they want to man

The truth, the truth, the truth about duh is
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat
The truth, the truth, about duh will repeat

Truth about duh



Monday, September 16, 2013

YOU CAN CALL IT A HORROR OR SCIENCE FICTION MOVIE ALL YOU WANT BUT IN MY DAY IT WAS CALLED THE DISASTER MOVIE GENRE





Aftershock (2012) Chilean-American

Ahh Mad Magazine. Staple for kids (and adults although many wouldn't admit it) for decades. Of course, the best of 'em (best writers, best artists) were during the 70's - I don't think too many people would argue with that. I was just telling a friend that I used to be incredibly into collecting the dumb things - I've got a lot from the 60's and 70's, and every single issue (including extras and 'special covers') from '82 until the year 2000. In January of 2000 I decided to call it quits. Now I have tons of these mags (in plastic) taking up shelf space and I never touch 'em. Why did I even start?


Now $2.67 an issue - IF you're a subscriber...
I remember I was... uh, you know what? I have no idea how old I was. But my uncle happened to be only a few years older than me - that meant he still had toys and magazines and junk. One was a Mad magazine and it was the infamous Poseidon Adventure (1972) spoof - cemented in my mind as the 'Poop Side Down Adventure'. I'd never seen the movie but I had that magazine pretty well memorized. When I came upon (in someone's attic collection) the same issue I was elated. That sounds... really dumb now. But here I sit with tons of today's comic books (released by Black Horse almost exclusively) I've been collecting plus the merchandise of a certain band I was totally enamored with who quit and now I'm stuck with stuff I don't even want to look at...

Oh. The movie. My point being, that this is NOT horror although Netflix put it in that category. That's probably because the 'disaster film genre' has pretty much disappeared. It was strong in the 70's - you had TPA, The Towering Inferno, Airport and Airport 1975 (we miss you Karen Black) and so on. In the 80's - not so much. They tried to revive the genre with several successful and a lot of failing movies, but we don't get the Paul Newmans, Steve McQueens and the Charlton Hestons type of movies we associate with the disaster movie. Did you know Independence Day was one? That's because it was marketed as a blockbuster action film. Same with Titanic, 2012 and other big big budget films. Buuuut, enough with my ramblings, on with the movie.

It starts the way disaster movies do - you get a brief introduction to the people who will be suffering for you for approximately 90 minutes and you get to decide who you like and who you despise. That's the usual formula. Then the bad thing happens and you watch them all suffer, pretty sure who'll live and who'll die. In the 70's it didn't matter how big of a star you were, that didn't ensure your survival. In this movie we know... absolutely no one so it doesn't matter (Huh? Selena Gomez is in this? Never heard of her.).

But you decide pretty quickly in this movie who you like, and who you want to see squished as soon as possible. The basic premise of what they are calling a disaster-horror movie (pfft): A group of people are vacationing in Chile (I hate them already) and while they are enjoying the decadence and the parties and the drugs and the... whatever, BOOM, earthquake. And if that wasn't enough disaster for you - the threat of a tsunami. Now we get to see - who the REAL good guys and bad guys are.

Eli Roth doesn't pull any punches with this one (and he also puts himself in the starring role) - the effects are huge (and probably mostly CGI'd as everything is these days) and I'd say as good if not better than the ones in 2012. And you find out pretty quickly which monsters are actually human and vice versa. A bonus added to the mix - a prison (In the middle of the city?) has collapsed and all those nasty bastards are out roaming with the decent folk - you know, the ones firebombing police, looting, killing people. The nice ones.

As the trend is going in the horror genre (of which this is really not - sorta) the last person of the group to be alive is a woman. Which one I couldn't tell you 'cause I didn't care enough about the characters to know anything except their basic attitudes - but this girl has short hair and a kick-ass attitude. Don't know if that ensured her survival or what. And of course when she needs a diversion, perfect time for an aftershock. Duh.

So after a final 'dead babies everywhere' gross-out (you'll have to watch the movie to find out why) she finds herself on the beach. The nice, placid beach. After passing out for a while, she starts that crazy laughing that says she's not going to be sane anymore but that's okay - we see behind her what the city has been warned about since the beginning of this movie - a massive tsunami. And she STARTS TO RUN. Really?


Saturday, September 14, 2013

A MOVIE THAT YOU SHOULD SEE JUST FOR THE EXPERIENCE




Metropolis (1927)

If you're gonna watch a ton of junk movies, you should, on occasion, find one that is a cultural marvel, just to see what GOOD movies should look like and, as they say, clear the palate. And this one was made in Germany in the 20's. It is 
currently streaming on Netflix right now - a black and white silent film restored as best as can be and with English subtitles. 


I have heard that there are other 'restored' versions but one I found said it had English subtitles (it didn't), and another said it has a song by Freddy Mercury (which I couldn't find). Because Freddy provided a song, they let them use footage of it in their song Radio Gaga http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t63_HRwdAgk . Using actual footage and even making new versions of parts of the machines, and a large group of 'workers' as his audience, it makes a song I really never caught onto at least interesting to watch.

The movie is about two and a half hours long so if you can't see it in one sitting, I understand - but watch it. It, even by today's standards, is absolutely fantastic. Fritz Lang seemed to spare no expense in either special effects (which are far, FAR above any then or even decades later), extras (since there are no computers to 'enhance' crowds, those hundreds of people you see are really there - as well as the children.

To quote the official basis of the story, 'Metropolis is set in a futuristic urban dystopia, and follows the attempts of Freder, the wealthy son of the city's ruler, and Maria, whose background is not fully explained in the film, to overcome the vast gulf separating the classist nature of their city.'

It was, understandably, the most expensive film ever released in that era. Pros and cons said while it was lavish and incredible in its technical achievements, the story was naive' and simplistic. They also didn't like the length and some of the content so the German people never did see the whole film - and even though it has been restored, there are large parts of the film that are still missing. I noticed in this 'restored' version, a pivotal scene was not seen at all, but explained on title cards. Real shame, that.

The sheer magnitude of the film is staggering even by today's standards. The plot? You have the typical separation of the have and have-nots. The rich live 'above' enjoying a pretty decadent lifestyle while the 'workers' live below and work themselves to death on machines needed to keep this utopian city running. The 'Master' is a single ma named Joh Fredersen. One day his son, Freder, gets bored and explores the lower levels. He is appalled by what he sees, and at the same time entranced by a beautiful blonde who seems to be leading the workers to an eventual revolution - but not a violent one. She is telling them to wait, that soon a 'mediator' would appear and all their lives would become better. As is usual in these things, Freder is instantly and completely in love with the mysterious woman called Maria.

The movie kind of crawls at a snails pace compared to what we're used to (instead of the usual 90 to 100 minutes of movie) but I think a major reason for that is one, being a silent film they wanted to make sure the plot and action were clear, and spending that kind of money on the sets/personal/special effects they wanted to get every reichspfennig they spent to be worthwhile.

Metropolis tries to mush together a sci-fi love story with moralistic undertones with a medium degree of success. Don't watch it for the acting or even necessarily for the story - watch it for the sheer magnitude of the sets and the special effects and the effort of a late 20's film compare with a whole lot of slapped together films we get today.


Friday, September 13, 2013

WELL THAT MOVIE SUCKED... WHAT? IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A CEREBRAL HORROR FILM AND ALL THE CRITICS LIKED IT? BUT I JUST WATCHED IT AND... WHAT? GOT A HIGH RATING ON ROTTEN TOMATOES? BUT IT S.U.C.K.E.D! OKAY MAYBE I WASN'T PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION... WHAT? IT'S SUBTLE HORROR, NO JUMP OUT SCARES? YOU HAVE TO WATCH FOR CLUES? SIGH. I'LL WATCH IT AGAIN... NOPE, IT STILL SUCKED...



Resolution (2012)

The last thing on Earth I ever want to see is yet another 'theory' 
on the Lizzie Borden story, especially the film called Lizzie (2012). What does that have to do with this movie? Well if you want to see a movie of choppy images, slapped together with no real conclusion, you can watch either movie. In the first, the characters drink wine like it's water. In the second the addict smokes crack like it's... I don't know. It's just that one is in your face, the other is 'subtle'. In other words, If you don't pay close attention to either movie you're not going to 'get it'. Well folks, even paying attention might not save you here. And don't worry about it - despite what the 'experts' say, you're not missing much.

STILL a better love story than Twilight...
Okay I'll admit the first time I watched it I basically got 'family man tries to save crack addicted friend and they both argue and curse a lot and there's no ending'. Oh and a reference to an American Indian reservation (I'm Cherokee and I still say what the hell is wrong with just saying 'Indian'? It's not like it's a dirty word or anything), crack dealers coming after him, one friend wandering around finding a bunch of junk, and some reference to Croatians and people from all over disappearing (or being buried) there. Nothing interesting. A little different, but hardly nail biting stuff. The only clever (sort of) gimmick they used was that every once in a while the movie skips as if it is old film catching in a projector to which they invariably say 'What was that?'

Our ship should be landing any time now...
But experts should know, right? And viewers - well, I guess they picked up on the word 'cerebral', looked it up, and decided that if they didn't like this movie and praise it profusely it would make them look like idiots. After all, if a film is described over and over as being 'engrossing' multi-layered', 'mind-bending', 'genre-bending' and having a 'meta-narrative' (A WHAT?), it must be above all of us low life horror junkies, right?

Well lovelies, don't believe things just because you read them. Make up your own mind. You just MAY find this movie extremely well done and spooky as hell. Or you might keep several steps ahead of the characters like I did and wait for the ending... that never comes. Just remember that if you see that Rotten Tomatoes gives it 100% on it's 'meter' that's from EIGHT people's reviews. 

Hardly an adequate representation of the typical viewer. And the reviewers who like to use big words to describe this movie - that does not make them smarter than you. If you think this movie sucks too - hey, you're just as smart. Maybe smarter because you recognize tired references disguised as a 'clever horror mystery' and that you just spent 93 minutes getting confused for nothing.

The movie is about Mike and Chris. Mike is a normal guy who gets a strange email with a video attachment. It's a video of his friend Chris, fried out of his mind on crack and shooting at birds while screaming about noise. The email contains a map where he can be found. That Mike thinks this is coming from Chris himself is the first major DUH in this movie and there's a lot of them - I don't care how 'cerebral' and 'spine-chilling' some describe it - it's been done. Many times.

He finds him in a dilapidated one room building. Chris denies sending Mike anything - he doesn't even have a computer (What. A. Shock.) and after a minute or two of bland conversation Mike attacks Chris and handcuffs him to some kind of pipe, telling him that he's gonna be drying out for seven days, and then if he still wants to kill himself with drugs, Mike will just let him go. Chris is understandably pissed - and scared. He's realized that while being high he's lost a shipment of drugs he was supposed to deliver, plus he owes his drug connection money anyway for 'borrowing' some of the product from them when his check (from where is not said) didn't come.

Now I'm no expert on crack and what it can do to you but I've got a pretty good idea that going cold turkey is going to be... messy. Chris is going to be a puking, gross mess who can't sleep and will scream for hours, right? Not in this movie. While it's obvious that he is a loser (and he accepts that), and that intervention will just delay the inevitable, they make him 'likable'. I'm quoting another source here. I thought they were both self-serving and bloody annoying.

So while Chris is detoxing in a very unrealistically clean manner, Mike gets bored and starts to roam around the nothing that this house is in the middle of. He starts finding weird items - pictures, slides, journals - in other words, all kinds of media upon and in which are horrifying images and stories of betrayal, murder and always death. The people seem to come from all over. Mike tells Chris (who, in the throes of withdrawal could care less) that they all seem to be 'stories' about people (like it's all fiction). I guess we're supposed to be horrified and terrified when we learn that this stuff actually happened. Nope. I had that on my notepad as soon as Mike watched the impossible email in the beginning.

Funny, you don't look like a native...
We get a couple of people making brief appearances to break up this snore fest including three wearing-aluminum-hats type UFO seekers (kidding - no hats), and several American Indians show up at the house. Mike learns that Chris is actually squatting - the building is on the edge of the Reservation and no one is allowed to be there without the approval of the Tribal Council. Mike bribes him for just a couple of days to get his friend clean enough to take him to rehab. He delivers the guy's money at his job at the local casino (oh no, this isn't racist or anything <inserting heavy sarcasm>) and the guy repeatedly tells him that they need to get out of there. Mike thinks he means because they're squatting (DUH) but we know he's warning him because before he had told him there were a lot of drug addicts buried around the reservation. Uh huh. 

Pretty pretty pretty little mirror...
Mike then meets a Frenchman (briefly but pleasantly played by Bill Oberst Jr.) who tells him he was there with two students who were studying local 'tales' but soon the two were fighting and screaming about stolen ideas, research, etc. - until finally they disappeared. Thirty years ago. He stayed because he hates mankind in general, and spends his days smoking an exotic type of marijuana he got in South America. Uh huh.



Wow, I'm glad we got those two killed instead of us...
Let me fast forward this for you - everything Mike finds, from film to slides to stories to pictures never show anything good happening to the people in them and he still refers to them as 'stories'. Until he finds the video tape. On it is about two seconds worth - of him and Chris when he first arrived. Shaken Mike begins to suspect this has a supernatural cause while Chris just thinks the government must be spying on them. But then the slide projector kicks on, showing both men dead - which Mike takes as a threat that that's what will happen to them if they try to leave.

Chris is still calling BS (so am I) until Mike's computer kicks on and shows the two in real time right that second. It then gets ahead of them by a couple of seconds. Then it fast forwards and shows their demise at the hands of the pissed off drug dealers. He lets Chris loose and they get out of there. Mike now figures that whatever is leaving all this stuff around is trying to help them. Massive DUH. Everyone he found in the different media died soon after - and they're going to live?



Yeah, next time make it GOOD...
So they hide, the two dealers looking for their stuff show up and trash the place - then two MORE people show up (no I still don't know who they were), shoot the two and set the place on fire. After those two leave, our, uh, friends walk up to the house and look at the mess. Mike says 'At least we gave it a happy ending.' Soon... the film wavers, we hear weird spooky noises and the camera angle goes up as if something large is appearing in front of them. Mike says 'Can we try it another way?' aaaaaand the screen goes blank and we're done. Yeah, that was real original. YAWN.
This means abso-freaking-lutely nothing...






Thursday, September 12, 2013

YOUR KING KONG SIZED HEAVY HANDED MORAL LESSON FOR TODAY





The Brass Teapot (2012)

I have a small confession to make. I hate comedy movies. Watching comedy on TV is barely tolerable, and I certainly won't read 
what's supposed to be a funny book. Especially if there's a moral to be taught or pushed as a result. I'm not devaluing comedies - I think my view of them has to do with my sick psycho childhood and not the genre itself. In fact, I'm sure of that. I have friends who are perfectly happy to sit with some popcorn and watch Gilligan's Island or The Brady Bunch for the billionth time and still laugh. Nothing wrong with that at all. I just prefer horror - maybe because the icky world of the horrible is what I'm comfortable with, not the slapstick of buddies getting drunk and hungover in Vegas and then making several movies about it.

With that being said, I probably wouldn't have looked twice at this movie if I hadn't noticed the movie description. In short, an ancient teapot pays out extraordinary amounts of money - for those willing to suffer for it. In other words, stub your toe, get a hundred bucks. Go higher, get more. That was almost interesting. This low budget movie was introduced at the Toronto movie festival and didn't do well, probably because what they tried to do is take what they wanted to be a light hearted comedy and smush a ton of morality and ethics into it. Oh and mix up a bunch of mythology that made absolutely no sense whatsoever.



We start with a 'very nice' couple - in this movie that means losers - named John and Alice. They're young, very much in love, and the typical couple in today's economy. No matter what they try to do to improve their financial circumstances, it seems they are destined to be on the outside looking in as their 'peers' are living the good life and looking down on them. 

Except for one couple they have been friends with since high school who are also destined to permanently be 'blue collar'. In this movie, blue collar equals loser and that rubbed me the wrong way from the start. It's part of what's wrong with the work ethic today - if you can't get rich off it, it isn't worth doing. Talk to Mike Rowe - he'll give you the REAL picture of who builds this country and how valuable they are.

What Mike Rowe was taught in school was NOT smart...
Mike Rowe, who hosted a show called Dirty Jobs (the show always made me flinch but was great) is quoted often for saying, "We are lending money we don’t have to kids who can’t pay it back to train them for jobs that no longer exist. That’s nuts." He's even talked with Congress how we are teaching our kids that white collar is what they should strive for, when the blue collar work trade is suffering for skilled people. And since the average college student debt loan right out of the gate is around twenty grand, I'm inclined to agree with him.

Whoops, sorry, got off on a tangent there. So John and Alice are very nice. One day they're out in their POS Pinto (again, not knocking Pintos - it was the first car my husband and I owned for years) and are sideswiped when a car, not seeing a stop sign, hits them. The stop sign had been chopped down. While they're figuring things out with a police officer, Alice notices across the street an old woman and a broken down antique shop. She notices the woman pick up a teapot she had hidden outside and run into the building. Alice follows, finds the teapot and steals it. Oh she's a real nice person. Real nice.

Okay, this is where everything gets really... dumb. Not because this is too convenient (it is supposed to be a comedy about a teapot after all) but because this 'ancient' teapot clearly has the Star of David on the side (the old woman is a Jew). Nothing wrong with that - but during the movie it is discovered that the teapot has been around the world, in the hands of lots of people of several civilizations and time periods. Umm, then why is the Star of David on it? Wouldn't it have something more... otherworldly - or at least a different type of symbol on it?

Sorry - another tangent. So Alice quickly discovers the correlation between pain and payoff. John comes home to find her beat to a pulp. On purpose. And carrying a whole lot of money. Soon both are in the pain game and find different ways of making those hundreds pop out of that pot. But this pot is greedier than the humans coveting the moolah and the payoff for pain gets smaller and smaller. 

Soon they are attacked by the Hasidic Jew sons of the owner of the teapot (she survived WWII and had supposedly stolen it herself from Hitler) who want the money but not the pot 'cause they know what it does to you - it was their mother who had sawed off the stop signs hoping for car crashes and other people's pain. Also targeting them is a brainless ex-jock who wants to know why the people he hates most are suddenly rich. 

They've also been contacted by an Asian gentlemen who explains he does not want the pot for money, but because the men in his family for generations have been hunting the damned thing to get rid of it once and for all. Why his family have been even bothering with it is not explained.

The 'nice' John and Alice start abusing each other emotionally because that's what it wants now. After being bored with the emotional pain of our couple, they go out looking for other people to 'hurt' for bigger payouts. After stopping herself a second before revealing to her brother-in-law that her sister had actually cheated on him before they were married and their child was not his, she decides (remember, she's a NICE person) that if they just kill one or two people who deserve it, like a child molester or a drug dealer, they can stop. 

John then realizes she will NEVER stop and goes to see the Asian gentleman, Dr. Ling, about what to do to get rid of the teapot. Dr. Ling sadly tells him that it's too late - the teapot will make sure both are completely destroyed (morally as well as physically I guess) before moving on to another person.

So they've dissed the only true friends they had, spent oodles of cash on themselves made from the pain of others, and his wife wants more more more. He decides the only option is to give her what she wants. To her horror, he holds the teapot and leaps from their bedroom window.

To both their surprise he lives and she comes to her senses. They plan to give the teapot to Dr. Ling in the morning. But the ex-jock, stupid but not THAT stupid, figures out what gives them so much money and steals it. They show up at his trailer house (and I resent that too - living in a single wide trailer does NOT mean you are trash - I've lived in one most of my life and they are perfectly fine when they are well taken care of) and he pulls a gun on them, figuring that killing them will make him and his, uh, wife incredibly rich. 

Just then (to keep with the completely convenient theme of the movie) the two Hasidic Jews show up with guns of their own - they have decided they want the pot after all. As John and Alice duck behind a couch (sorry people, that will NOT stop a bullet) all four greedy idiots shoot each other inside the trailer, as the pot spouts money like a whale. Like a whale spouts water I mean - money does not come from a whale. Just in case you didn't know.

All four die and the place is covered in money. The two grab the teapot (and all the cash - blood or no blood it still spends) and head outside. Standing there waiting for them (another massive and unexplained duh) is Dr. Ling. As they give him the pot he gives THEM the speech that makes this a worthy lesson for greedy bastards who steal old lady's magical items (so saith the movie): 'Kings, queens, dictators, priests, peasants and generals - thousands before you have held it. So few have had the strength to let go.' Well yeah, but not until they got a massive wad of cash and caused the death of four people. Duh.

Our ending scene is the true-but-dissed friends of John and Alice receiving a huge check from them (Blood money still spends, remember?) as our good-as-it's-gonna-get couple ride off in their Pinto - she's pregnant and their future is wide open. In poverty. I guess. What a nice story for the kiddies.

And the teapot? Well I had thought Dr. Ling was gonna take the thing to Vegas and let it ride (small chuckle) but he was true to his word - taking a cruise on an unspecified ocean he drops the pot into the water and we see it sink to the depths of... the possibility of a sequel.