E-prepping for an interview with Radha Mitchell later in the week, I twice zapped through the trailer for this fall’s Surrogates, Jonathan Mostow’s forthcoming film in which Mitchell co-stars opposite Bruce Willis, Bruce Willis’ hilarious hairpiece, Ving Rhames and Rosamund Pike. A futuristic thriller/murder mystery that sounds equal parts Total Recall, I, Robot and Minority Report, it features some intriguing looking grand-scale mayhem (I guess Mostow’s destruction of vast swatches of city streets in Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines was good for something after all), as well as a bad-ass collective outdoors collapse of a bunch of folks. But trailers for The Happening had a shot like that, too, didn’t they? Errr… nevermind.
There seems to be one fundamental flaw, however, to the movie’s premise — or at least something unaddressed in the trailer: if people were living almost exclusively through surrogates, wouldn’t society deteriorate into a carnival of excess, resembling nothing so much as a (further) engorged Bret Easton Ellis novel, instead of there not being any murders for 10 or 15 years? Right, I get that the killing, sexual acting out and other crime wouldn’t initially be inflicted on the actual human host bodies, but attendant property damage and the like would all be rampant, no? And wouldn’t that eventually spill over, revenge-style, into private residences? Just trying to peg where human nature fits into all of this.
So 1983’s Spring Break and the two equally bouncy Hardbodies flicks (which can turn up some interesting Google image searches if you accidentally split that title into two words) are coming to DVD mid-month, and distributor Anchor Bay is busting out with the retro terrycloth promotional wristbands. Reviews will follow, but the most immediate upside? I will now be even more fashionable and irresistible to ladies, if such a thing is possible, when I work out.
G.I. Joe: The Rise of the Cobra, opening this weekend, isn’t screening for critics in New York and Los Angeles, but what Christy Lemire’s news piece doesn’t mention is that Paramount conditionally screened the movie for a small handful of online critics with the expressly stated condition that they could review the film before opening day only if they liked it. If they didn’t like the movie, they were told, the embargo was opening day. This is all an effort, of course, to inflate the picture’s Tomatometer score, and keep it positive until at least this weekend.
Over on LA Examiner.com, Marvin Miranda has up an excellent interview with Mark Hartley, the director of Not Quite Hollywood, in which he talks about using his interview with Quentin Tarantino to help get the movie made, coining the term “Ozploitation,” and more.
Derek Charles (Elba), an executive vice president and rising star at a Los Angeles financial advisement firm, has a seemingly perfect life, anchored by a nice new house and a cute young son with his wife Sharon (Knowles). But when a new temp, Lisa Sheridan (Larter), shows up and develops a one-sided crush on him, the normally accomodating Derek’s life becomes an increasingly dangerous series of rejections and bewildered denials, putting in jeopardy all that he loves and for which he’s worked.
After listening in on his phone calls with Sharon, Lisa puts the moves on Derek at a company Christmas party. He spurns her aggressive bathroom stall advances, so Lisa “apologizes” for her behavior by revealing her weird (formal?) taste in undergarments (above). Derek ponders laying out his predicament to Human Resources, but Lisa abruptly leaves the company, seemingly letting off him the hook. She next turns up at a business conference, though, passing herself off as Derek’s wife, spiking his drink, and then overdosing on pills in his bed when he again explains that he doesn’t want to be with her. The police (in the form of Christine Lahti, thanklessly embodying a thick-headed detective) are called in to investigate and a more languorous than advisable separation occurs between Derek and Sharon, before the film’s other women-folk come to realize what Derek has been insisting all along: Lisa is bat-shit crazy. Things finally get personal in a cat-fight finale, allowing for Knowles to sassily have her way with a variety of wince-inducing quips.
As mentioned, Larter gives good crazy, and her chemistry with Elba — who essentially plays a nice guy whose friendly nature allows himself to be put in situations that aren’t good for him — is top-shelf, creating a pinch of honest grey area in what is otherwise very conventional genre product. Unfortunately, the third side of this triangle is Knowles, and she’s flat-out awful, all telegraphed line readings and one-note histrionics. Especially awful is a scene in which Sharon first finds out about Lisa’s advances; Knowles goes all clipped delivery and ethnic-y, which is out of step with her character up to that point, and feels insulting, like a white actress trying to channel what she thinks is acceptably “black” and appealing to African-American audiences. It’s undeniable that there’s an undercurrent of racial commentary and tension to the film (a white woman trying to “steal” a black man), but this nonsense doesn’t make anyone look good.
Further not helping matters are some narrative contrivances (a Christmas party that explicitly bans spouses? another temp who chats up Lisa and helpfully passes along crucial personal information about Derek after Lisa has both left the company and endured a much-publicized hospital stay?) that really show their seams. Watching only three-fifths of a movie and then just turning it off may seem weird, but that’s pretty much what’s advisable here; even the much-touted showdown between Larter and Knowles at film’s end plays as too spread out, and largely unsatisfying.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case with carved-out spindles over the disc space in order to use less plastic, Obsessed comes to DVD presented in 2.40:1 anamorphic widescreen, with English and French language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio tracks and optional subtitles in the same languages. Three supplemental featurettes comprise the disc’s slate of bonus material. The first runs 16 minutes, and is a more general, EPK-style making-of overview; the latter two are a bit more interesting. Clocking in at 11 minutes is an overview of the movie’s end-game girl-fight sequence, including lots of talk from stunt coordinator Lance Gilbert, who explains how they had to pare down the script’s original vision, which spread out over much of the house. There’s some moderately cool behind-the-scenes material here, but more insight from Larter, Knowles or even the female stunt players themselves would have been a welcome inclusion. Running around 10 minutes, meanwhile, is a “Dressed to Kill” featurette, which includes some chat time with costume designer Maya Lieberman, but is really just a catch-all for everything having to do with the look of the movie, and therefore includes interview tidbits with cinematographer Ken Seng and production designer Jon Gary Steele, among other figures. Rounding things out are previews for First Sunday, Termination Point, Prom Night, the forthcoming theatrical remake of The Stepfather, and a dozen other Sony home video releases. C (Movie) C+ (Disc)
There’s no doubt about the passion-project quality of The Fifth Commandment; Rick Yune — who also takes separate producer and executive producer credits, amusingly — wrote the action-oriented flick, stars in it, and heck, even serves as post-production supervisor as well. One can apportion blame or credit accordingly, then.
Well… sort of. The truth is, the level of skill behind movies like The Fifth Commandment is often somewhat difficult to judge, given the enormous hurdles of constrained time and limited means that the filmmakers are typically facing. Here, the slam-bang elements of the story itself are fairly boilerplate, with a few halfway-imagined add-ons (an assassin teaming up with a sibling), and the overall execution only so-so, but it’s the outside, on-location production value that provides this straight-to-video title with a little pop missing in many other movies of its ilk.
After witnessing the brutal murder of his parents when he was just a young boy, Chance Templeton (Yune) is taken in by a ruthless killer, Max (Keith David), and raised to follow in his footsteps. An assassin’s trade is necessarily solitary, but Chance shares a tight bond with his adopted brother Miles (Bokeem Woodbine), who’s split from his past and chosen a more honorable occupational path, working as a bodyguard for sultry pop star Angel (Dania Ramirez). When Chance is then contracted to gun down his brother’s client, he balks, feeling he’s reached a line he cannot cross. Uniting with Miles to stave off Angel’s execution, Chance quickly finds himself targeted by various elite peers as he struggles to protect a woman who wants nothing to do with his services.
Shot in mostly too-tight fashion by director Jesse Johnson — a recommendation of Vic Armstrong, the second unit director on Die Another Day, and Yune’s original choice for a helmer — The Fifth Commandment has a pinch of Smokin’ Aces, though not that film’s wild, over-the-top tone. Fear not, though, for those wanting to see a woman in a kimono wield a semi-automatic machine gun (a subset that probably includes Quentin Tarantino, if I’m guessing right), this movie still delivers. While its staging and framing are nothing impressive, the film’s Bangkok location shooting provides some nice backdrops for the action, and 37-year-old Yune — who parlayed an out-of-left-field appearance in 1999’s Snow Falling on Cedars into later roles in The Fast and the Furious, Die Another Day and, gulp, the straight-to-video sequel to Uwe Boll’s Alone in the Dark — gives an entirely serviceable lead turn as Chance, bringing both a robust physicality and entirely recognizable vulnerability to his character. Those who want more than not to be impressed quite likely will be.
Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case, The Fifth Commandment comes to DVD in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen, with a static menu screen, English, Spanish and French language Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio tracks, and optional subtitles in Chinese, English, Korean, French and Spanish. Supplemental extras consist of two featurettes. The first is a 25-minute look at the movie’s stunts and action, which intercuts film clips with a sit-down chat with director Johnson and stunt coordinator Garrett Warren. Next up is a more comprehensive making-of mini-doc that clocks in at 19 minutes, and is essentially a solo interview with Yune interspersed with a handful of material from the movie.
It may sound dry and boring, but this latter chat is actually quite fascinating, as Yune name-checks “Rambo and Schwarzenegger films” as being among his favorite movies growing up, and says that they, along with the original Star Wars, had “moments that helped me find a way to be a better person.” He also gets into the nitty-gritty of the actual making of the movie, touching on everything from hitting up his hedge fund manager pals for production money (Yune’s own background, since he went to business school before getting into acting) to the hassles of Bangkok filming (“The word I heard most on this film was ‘renegotiate,'” he says) and an explosive scene in which too much primer cord was used, leading to a bigger-than-expected fireball, with concussive consequences. Also included are trailers for The Devil’s Tomb and a clutch of other Sony home video releases, as well as a red-band trailer for Gregor Jordan’s forthcoming adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis’ The Informers, which means a good bit of naked Amber Heard, set to A Flock of Seagulls. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. C (Movie) B- (Disc)
Judd Apatow and Adam Sandler’s R-rated Funny People topped the box office this past weekend, ringing up $22.7 million. Still, it was overall a down three-day frame for Hollywood compared to last year — down roughly 20 percent, in fact — when The Dark Knight continued its Sherman’s March through American filmgoers’ wallets, pulling in just over $42 million in its fourth weekend of release, en route to a whopping $533 million domestic haul.
Rounding out the weekend’s top 10 were Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, with $17.9 million ($255.7 million overall); producer Jerry Bruckheimer’s G-Force, with $17.5 million ($66.9 million in two weeks of release); R-rated rom-com The Ugly Truth, with $13.2 million ($54.7 million overall); fellow new opener Aliens in the Attic, with just over $8 million; Orphan, with $7.5 million ($27.1 million cumulatively); Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, with $5.5 million ($182.1 million overall); a still-robust The Hangover, with $5.2 million ($255.9 million in sum); The Proposal, with $4.9 million and $149 million in seven weeks of release; and Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, which added another $4.7 million to its coffers, and now stands at just over $388 million domestically. Debuting just outside the top 10, meanwhile, was horror flick The Collector, the directorial debut of Feast co-writer Marcus Dunston, with $3.6 million on 1,325 screens.
Sadly, the Mann Festival Theatre closed Thursday night, and Encino-based Mann Theatres has apparently given notice that they don’t intend to renew their leases on two Broxton Avenue theaters — the Spanish Mission-style Mann Village, with its neon-lighted Fox tower, and the Mann Bruin, with its wraparound marquee, stand-alone ticket booth and open-spaced outdoor lobby. For a city already reeling from myriad exhibition problems, this is sad news.
Even if they’ve steadfastly refused to name or at least denote the theaters with what I’ve memorably seen there, and thus help me navigate the area on those evenings when my brain’s memory power has been drained by a long day, I’ve always enjoyed the communal vibe given off by Westwood’s attractive collection of single-screen movie palaces. There’s just something pleasurable about being able to bop around on foot — certainly in a festival setting, but also more generally speaking — between theaters; I have to think it helps breed curiosity in a way that mega-plexes don’t. For all the modern advantages of stadium seating and the like, there is definitely an electric quality that results from sharing darkness in these sorts of places, when a movie really goes off, and pops. Maybe it’s an audience that is sometimes a bit more forward-leaning, and savvy (college towns, urban centers and what not), but space matters too.