Trapped), 2004’s The Pumpkin Karver certainly seems to hew to this definition.
After a horrible accident in which Jonathan (Michael Zara) kills
a masked, apparent intruder, he and his sister Amy (Amy Weber) move away to another
titular town (that would be Karver, not Pumpkin). One year later, Jonathan is beset
by visions and nightmares about that night, and acting unusual. At a wild
Halloween party on a deserted parcel of farmland, folks start dying in gruesome
fashion at the hands of a pumpkin-headed killer. As the body count mounts, fear
and recrimination soar
The Pumpkin Karver’s
plot is allegedly rooted in some true crime shenanigans, but the characters are
all creations of such stiffly cardboard motivations that one could be forgiven (encouraged,
even) for dismissing that claim as dubious. Also, Mann and Sheldon Silverstein’s
script doesn’t have the nuance to really explore these elements of its premise.
Ergo, it relies on cheap gore (one guy gets his guts drilled out, a girl gets
her face carved off, etc.) to goose you, but as any horror aficionado can tell
you, it’s the imagination of staging that will elevate/save low budget
offerings like this. The Pumpkin Karver
fails in this respect. Do look for Minka Kelly, however, heating up the small screen on Friday Night Lights.
The movie is presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen, with
an English language 5.1 Dolby digital surround sound audio track and optional
Spanish subtitles. For such an marginal title, The Pumpkin Karver at least comes with a few extra features. First
up is a director’s commentary track in which Mann holds forth in detail about various
production elements. While everything’s relative — and Mann’s requisite
insistence about the movie’s psychological underpinnings more than a bit ridiculous
— the overcome hurdles recounted herein can in theory serve as inspirational nuggets
from on high for other would-be moviemakers. After all, if a movie like The Pumpkin Karver can secure financing,
there is hope after all, right? Rounding out the release, there is also a photo
gallery and collection of preview trailers for other First Look titles. D
(Movie) B- (Disc)
X-Men: The Last Stand cleaned up at the box office, but fanboy whipping post Brett Ratner still drew at least a bit of ire for the gun-for-hire manner in which he brought to a (momentary) conclusion initiating director Bryan Singer’s adaptation of the popular Marvel comic book series. For a full review of the film, click here. This 2.40:1 anamorphic widescreen presentation, meanwhile, comes with crisp, robust 6.1 DTS ES and 5.1 Dolby EX soundtracks, as well as discrete Spanish and French tracks and optional subtitles in English and Spanish. Two separate audio commentary tracks are included, each of which are group offerings. The ever-sunny Ratner sits with writers Simon Kinberg and Zak Penn for a chat that dips into fanboy minutiae regarding the series, while the latter two also join producers Lauren Shuler-Donner, Avi Arad, Ralph Winter and David Gorder on another track, which gets into location and logistics a bit more. A nice collection of deleted and extended scenes runs just under 10 minutes, all with optional commentary from Ratner, Kinberg and Penn. Three of these are alternate endings of a sort to the movie, though none really fully point up the sort of grand emotional payoff that’s deserved for the series. An alternate meeting between Beast and Logan is nice, though.
There are alternately viewed menu screens (“Take a Stand” or “Join the Brotherhood”) depending on whether you feel like indulging your villainy on any given day, and two Easter eggs also dot the dual layer disc, along with some Marvel previews and a look at both Ben Stiller’s A Night at the Museum and an amusingly introduced, one-minute unfinished clip the forthcoming Simpsons movie. Still, the lack of comprehensive making-of docs is a bit of a bummer, particularly given the high-water marks of the X-Men 1.5 release and the like. It’s also worth mentioning, though, that the screener copy I previewed has some consistent problems with pixelization and grain throughout, bumping the grade down a bit further. A collector’s edition, though, is also available, though it includes only a Stan Lee comic book. B- (Movie) C+ (Disc)
Beauty and the Beast, The Lion
King, Cinderella and Lady and the Tramp — have proven that they also shrewdly have an eye on providing cinephiles with definitive, public
release renderings of their most cherished library titles. While I still don’t fully
grasp or condone their occasional limited-window offerings of such movies, the
fact remains that one literally can’t be disappointed in these releases, and
certainly not in the case of the new two-disc version of The Little Mermaid.
Arriving in 1989, at a time when animation had been ghettoized
and consigned to the cheaply produced, lightly imagined family bargain bin, The Little Mermaid felt like a splash of
cold water across the face — a vibrant, bouncy movie musical with memorable
characters and catchy songs that would not shame parents accompanying little
tykes, but would also pull in slightly older tween and teen audiences, helping
kick-start a creative and commercial renaissance within the medium. The
animation was great (it certainly helped that the titular Ariel was both wholesome
va-voomish, spawning a wave of clamshell bikini tops the following Halloween)
and the villainous Ursula (wonderfully voiced by Pat Carroll) effectively
loathsome, but it was Howard Ashman and Alan Menken’s music which really helped
most sell the movie’s dual sense of mischievous adventure and adolescent
yearning.
Improving by leaps, bounds and further light years on a bare
bones, widescreen DVD edition that was released upon occasion of the film’s
10th anniversary, this two-disc special edition is a winning commercial release
as well as a scholarly document of cinematic triumph. The first disc contains
the feature, presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, and the color
improvement is more than just discernible, it’s literally breathtaking. The
last time I recall glimpsing The Little
Mermaid came several years ago on a well-worn VHS copy of a friend’s young
one, but I remember clearly the colors of “Under the Sea,” and they’re much
more striking here, with deeper greens, reds and blues. A music video for “Kiss
the Girl,” performed by Ashley Tisdale, follows, along with a sneak peek at a
forthcoming straight-to-video sequel and an audio commentary track by the
aforementioned Menken and co-writer-directors John Musker and Ron Clements. You
can also enable a Disney song selection feature which provides the lyrics along
the bottom of the screen.
A 45-minute documentary, Treasures
Untold, kicks off the second disc, and provides a frank look at the many
significant hurdles that the project faced in making its way to the screen.
Interviewees include Jeffrey Katzenberg, who cops to frustrated impatience and
talks about the learning curve involved in animation production. Tallying just
over 25 minutes, a cache of never-before-seen deleted scenes follows, with
clips rendered in storyboard form and introduced by Musker and Clements.
A hearty parade of featurettes follows, including an
eight-minute look at the movie’s special effects and animated storm work, and
an 11-minute bit that examines both the origins of Danish author Hans Christian
Andersen’s fairytale and the property’s first go-round at Disney (founder Walt
commissioned an interpretation in the 1940s, but it was never finished). As a
sort of companion piece to the latter, there’s also a seven-minute short film, The
Little Match Girl, which tells the story of another little girl motivated
by idealistic yearning. (No clamshell bikini there, though.)
Of the other supplemental bonus material — which includes
art galleries, a song demo and set-top game, among other tidbits — perhaps most
notable are two featurettes that delve into a theme park ride that was
developed (but never executed) by Walt Disney’s famed “Imagineering Department”
in the wake of The Little Mermaid’s
theatrical success. It’s resurrected here as a “virtual ride,” and there are multiple
options for viewing this material — straightforward with complete audio, with an
optional commentary track by one of the Imagineers, in storyboard design form
and, finally, in the guise of an illuminated viewing. It’s a fascinating peek
behind the corporate curtain, if you will. While not everything may interest
any given viewer, the cumulative portrait painted here of The Little Mermaid’s production and venerable slotting within the
Disney canon is a deep and complete one. A
(Movie) A+ (Disc)
1984’s Body Double is a strange, strange little movie,
and surely additionally discombobulating for those who in the years
since its release have messed up and accidentally rented it instead of
Lawrence Kasdan’s Body Heat, also out new in a special edition DVD release this month.
If
the idea of Tara Reid negotiating a Russian accent seems nipped from
the same implausibly derisible files that gave us Elisabeth Shue
storing the notes for cold fusion in her bra in The Saint, you’re on the right track for the self-serious but really rather silly, internationally lensed suspense thriller Silent Partner.
Produced by Oscar-winning Crash producer Bob Yari and co-written and directed by James Deck, the film centers on a young CIA analyst, Gordon Patrick (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels’
Nick Moran, coming off a bit like a young Willem Dafoe), who gets sent
to Russia to try turn up some information on the death (suicide or
murder?) of the minister of finance, Mikhail Garin (Georgy
Martirosian), and his connection to a loan program for an American
corporation, Langdon Industries. In the course of his consultation with
his ambassadorial liaison (Gregg Henry, breathing some snarkiness into
the movie), Patrick encounters a series of investigatory dead-ends
before hooking up with Dina Nevskaya (Reid), a steely prostitute who
might hold secrets that will illuminate important political
corruptions. Yadda, yadda, yadda… life imperilment and other stuff
ensues.
As far as its production values, Silent Partner is OK since
its setting is actually legit (the movie was shot in Russia, and saw
theatrical release there and in parts of Europe over a year and a half
ago). But its execution is for the most part sub-par, marred by
too-close camerawork in dialogue scenes and a car chase that defies the
basic principles of cross-cutting. Moran is somewhat intriguing as a
lead, mainly because he so heartily embraces the Everyman thing. Meanwhile, Reid drags out her patented ferret’s glare and perpetually
furrowed brow, and if the movie (thankfully) doesn’t fully showcase her
misaligned, surgically enhanced fun-bags, she does add a few more
vid-caps to her estimable canon of Internet-catalogued screen nudity.
Housed in a regular Amray case, Silent Partner is presented
in 1.78:1 widescreen, with an English language Dolby digital audio
track, but — seemingly strangely for such an international release — no
optional subtitles. The picture is fairly clean and free from grain,
though there were a few rolls in the movie’s latter third. Save a
theatrical trailer, there are no supplemental extras. D+ (Movie) C- (Disc)
Based on Margaret and H.A. Rey’s classic series of children’s books, Curious
George breathes life into the misadventures of its inquisitive little
primate and his keeper, heretofore known only as “The Man in the Yellow Hat.”
In an age of exactingly rendered, computer-generated animated landscapes, Curious
George is a bit of a throwback. Eschewing modern convention, the movie
instead hews closely to the same storybook style of the serial narratives,
aiming for appeal through characterization and a charm offensive rather than
technological bedazzlement. This tack captures the floppy-limbed antics of
George quite well, but makes for a movie that feels a bit quaint and, even if
they’re not able to articulate it, likely slight to many children.
Much material is gently, winningly evocative of the books (George
finger-painting the white walls of a snooty society lady, Ted coming to
George’s rescue as he floats off with a bunch of balloons), but not necessarily
integral to the main story. That said, Ferrell gives a good voice performance
as the somewhat scatterbrained but innately honorable Ted, even working in a
few sly, improv asides. Generally pleasing if not quite lastingly touching, Curious
George will sate many children’s curiosity, and certainly fans of the
books, but may not be flashy enough for those weaned on the flash (and
flatulence jokes) of the breathlessly paced Shrek films.
Supplemental extras on the 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen presentation include a whopping 15 deleted scenes that clock in at 17 minutes, as well as the music video for Jack Johnson’s “Upside Down.” There’s also a neat featurette that instructs kids on how to draw Curious George, and a five-minute featurette that includes chats with animation artists. Rounding things out are a bunch of set-top interactive games and activities, plus a “virtual coloring book” and DVD-ROM content. B
(Movie) B- (Disc)
If there were an organization called the National Association for the Advancement of Multi-Ethnic Music Video Hootchies, they would surely find great investment and reward in The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, given that it would gainfully employ so much of their membership.
ass-slapping and ogling of micro-skirts ensues — as much as a PG-13 rating will allow, at any rate. If both completely conforming to audience expectation (for the randy party base) and finding new ways to tweak and/or subvert it are the two sometimes at-odds goals for genre cash-dashes of this ilk, Tokyo Drift arguably “succeeds” only in the first regard: staffed by a small army of sound mixers, sound editors, rotoscope artists and digital effects compositors, it’s a movie every bit as loud as one might imagine.
The story centers on Sean Boswell (Friday Night Lights’ Lucas Black), a headstrong Texas kid whose toothy grin always seems to get him in trouble with the jock boyfriends of every girl with which he flirts. Naturally Sean’s got a jones for racing, too, but his latest escapade ranks as a third strike, which causes that aforementioned floozy of a mother of his to ship Sean off to Japan to live with his estranged father, a career military man. Now a gaijin twice over, Sean hooks up with Army brat Twinkie (Bow Wow), and discovers the world of drift racing — comprised of hairpin turns and switchbacks born both of Tokyo’s cramped urban confines and winding mountain roads.
Sean disrespects the reigning king of this scene, D.K. (Brian Tee), by, yes, chatting up his girlfriend Neela (newcomer Nathalie Kelley, above with Black). D.K. is the nephew of Kamata (Sonny Chiba), an underworld crime boss, but Sean doesn’t back down, accepting a race in which he borrows a car from Han (Sung Kang), D.K.’s friend and associate. Unfamiliar with drifting, Sean loses, wrecking the car in the process. Indebted to Han, he begins accompanying him on errands, winning over his trust and establishing a rapport with him. After Sean defends Twinkie from one of D.K.’s thugs and bests the same goon in a race, D.K. becomes even more furious (though not necessarily faster), setting up a final stakes race confrontation on a steep mountain descent.
While Black has some twangy charisma, he’s given precious little with which to work. Cellularscribe Chris Morgan’s screenplay is an exercise in pure functionality; two elementary school kids sitting next to me at a screening kept themselves busy between mouthfuls of popcorn and soda by predicting the call-and-response of dialogue. Combining CGI with practical stunt work, director Justin Lin (Better Luck Tomorrow, Annapolis) brings a small measure of flash to some of the movie’s race sequences, but the spatial relationships so crucial to their understanding and emotional investment are lacking, and the gauzy nighttime setting of the penultimate showdown blunts its impact.
The film’s locale is somewhat novel, and Black — who’s all growed up and filled out from his Sling Blade days — is certainly a serviceable guide. Still, I can’t think of a particularly compelling reason to see The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, though if an eager moviegoer does they’ll surely be rewarded with ample portions of the colorfully expected. Supplemental bonus features for this 2.35:1 anamorphic widescreen presentation kick off with a genial audio commentary track from Lin in which he points up the differences and compromises involved in making the leap from indie filmmaking to studio fare. From there, it’s on to a collection of deleted scenes, and then a half dozen featurettes that give ample track time to both the effects work and staging involved in the race sequences (more than 19 dozen customized stunt cars) as well as the phenomenon of drift racing in more general strokes. There’s even a look at real-life drift king Keiichi Tsuchiya. A music video rounds things out, along with complementary preview trailers. C (Movie) B (Disc)
A friend of mine once amusingly proposed a festival of wholly
mediocre films — think of the most entirely passable yet still utterly
forgettable movies possible, like Intersection,
movies with absolutely no kitsch value — and we proceeded to kill a beer or two
coming up with the perfectly nondescript lineup. Since then I’ve on occasion thought
up other bizarre, commercially nonviable festival lineups (movies in which the
leads hooked up off screen, films with multiple Arquettes, a retrospective of
Daniel Baldwin), and it occurred to recently me while watching British import Johnny Wasthat it could be programmed
alongside Johnny Suede, Johnny Mnemonic, Johnny English, Johnny West
and Johnny Skidmarks to create a whole
festival of rotten Johnnies.
that
bad, but Johnny Was is certainly no
great shakes, despite its wildly eclectic cast. Penned by Brendan Foley and
directed by Mark Hammond, the film is set in the bare-knuckle London
burgh of Brixton, where the titular ex-thug (darkly charismatic toughie Vinnie
Jones, above right) is trying to escape his violent past. Johnny’s poorly chosen place of idyllic
settling, though, is a flat sandwiched between a crime den run by a Jamaican
gangster (Eriq LaSalle) and pirate radio station operated by a Rastafarian
deejay (former boxer Lennox Lewis, above left). When Johnny’s ex-partner (Patrick Bergin,
awakened from sleeping with the enemy), freshly escaped from prison, comes
knocking on his door, looking to pull Johnny back into his old ways and finish derailing
the Irish peace process, Johnny must try to play both sides in an effort to
stay alive and protect the ones he loves.
Johnny Was belongs
easily to the modernist tradition of grubby, mashed-up British urban crime tales that
have trailed in the wake of Guy Ritchie’s one-two debut punch of Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels
and Snatch. Thing is, it’s not quite
as colorful and fleet of foot. The cast has enough intrigue value — Samantha
Mumba also costars as Rita, Johnny’s new flame, and rocker Roger Daltry plays
Jimmy, his former boss — to make for some interesting clashes, but Foley’s
script telegraphs its intentions, Hammond shoots with a small frame, and the
action sequences are less than thrilling. For more forgiving fans of this oeuvre,
there are a few delights to be found within, but for general audiences there’s
little of essentiality. The film is presented in 1.78:1 widescreen, with an
English language 5.1 Dolby digital audio track and optional Spanish subtitles. The only supplemental extras are a clutch of preview trailers for other First
Look home video releases. C- (Movie) C- (Disc)
John Travolta makes no winking cameos in the gaming horror flick Stay Alive,
and it’s probably for the best. Shot on location outside the swampy
environs of New Orleans, and cast with a passel of young, on-hiatus TV
stars, the movie scores some middling points for its conceit, and the
manner in which it attempts to blend big screen narrative with teens’
burgeoning appetites for the interactive and participatory thrills that
videogames provide. But in the end it amounts to just trading one set
of familiar clichés for another, although this unrated version — which
runs around 15 minutes longer than the PG-13-rated theatrical cut,
which rung up $23 million at the box office this March and April —
plays a bit better and more well-rounded.
The story? The real world and the world of devoted gaming gruesomely
collide when a group of friends get sucked into the beta version of the
titular videogame, a title that kills the gamer whose character dies in
play. In a death-defying race against time, the survivors, including
Hutch (Jon Foster), Abigail (Samaire Armstrong), pipsqueak Swink
(Frankie Muniz), October (Sophia Bush) and her wiseass brother Phineas
(Jimmi Simpson, bringing some much-appreciated levity to the early
proceedings), must work together to solve the mystery of the game —
based on a real-life 17th century noblewoman known as “The Blood
Countess” — all while desperately trying to evoke Travolta’s dance
moves from the misguided sequel to Saturday Night Fever… err,
no, no, I mean, simply stay alive. Investigating the case from the
outside in — which is to say, expressing incredulity regarding the
kids’ story — is Detective Thibodeaux (Wendell Pierce).
Packaged in a regular Amray case, Stay Alive is presented in
2.35:1 widescreen, enhanced for 16×9 televisions. A Dolby digital 5.1
surround sound audio mix pumps up the aural horror, alongside optional
French and Spanish subtitles. Bonus features include a short visual
effects reel that cuts together, music video-style, a clutch of
artists’ drawings and conceptual work. There’s also an interactive
bonus menu template, sort of laid over the regular DVD menu, which
allows you to “build” a character from several traits, and then flash
forward to see what happens to you after your selections. It’s an
intriguing and somewhat freaky little gambit, but one that ultimately
doesn’t have too much replay value, so limited are its branching
options.
There’s also an audio commentary track from writers Matthew Peterman
and William Brent Bell (the latter of whom also directs), in which the
pair discuss and joke about the challenges of mounting their
independently financed $10 million production (hence the 15 credited
producers!), the research that went into the project and centered
around the real-life Elizabeth Bathory (who allegedly killed 650 girls
in Romania and bathed in a tub of their blood) and the introduction of
an entirely new character, Alice Kreig in the longer cut of the film.
It’s a breezy, enjoyable offering, grounded in reality and refreshingly
cognizant of and honest about some the movie’s shortcomings. C- (Movie) C+ (Disc)
I was resistant to My Name Is Earl
when it first bowed last fall. I resented the ubiquitous ad campaign,
which seemed to trump the rest of, if not the entirety of that autumn’s
offerings, then certainly the rest of NBC’s schedule in aggregate. There was a seeming air of arrogance and condescension attached to the
manner in which the show was pitched — “Here’s our new comedy, and by
Jesus, you’re going to like it!” Even if the product itself
isn’t actually detestable, I tend to react negatively to that sort of
from-on-high dictation; it reminds me too much of the hot girl who’s
just more than a little aware of her hotness, and a vacuous
bitch as a result of not having to develop any other qualities of
personal merit. A year later, I’m not completely sold on My Name Is Earl
as the type of mainstream comedy hit that NBC — and many Emmy voters,
coincidentally — envision it as, but there are certain trashy delights
to be found herein.
Nadine Velasquez), that works in the hotel where the pair live. Also
figuring into the proceedings is Earl’s screeching ex, Joy (Jaime
Pressly, always spot-on in purposefully heightened and/or deep-fried
fare like this and Poor White Trash).
The show gets a way with an awful lot for its early time slot (pedophilia and rape jokes, anyone?), but what holds it together is
Lee, who has a natural, easygoing doofus’ charm. The parade of guest
stars (Jon Favreau, Christine Taylor, Juliette Lewis, Giovanni Ribisi,
Beau Bridges, Missi Pyle and Timothy Olyphant) commences a bit early
for a show of this type (can Ben Stiller be far behind, or Kevin Smith
and Jason Mewes, for that matter?), but I suppose is just further
confirmation of NBC’s infatuation… err, confidence in it.
Spread out over four discs in slimline cases in turn stored in a cardboard slipcase, My Name Is Earl: Season One
is presented in 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen with an English language,
Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track, a nice differentiation
for a sitcom. Optional subtitles in English, Spanish and French are
also available. Exclusive to this DVD set is a 13-minute short, “Bad
Karma,” which proffers an amusing alternate vision of the show’s
conceit — namely, that Earl makes a list of everyone who’s ever screwed
him over and dishes out some cold-case payback. All two dozen episodes
are contained herein, along with eight episodic audio commentaries by
Garcia, various members of the creative team… and, on the Mother’s Day
episode entitled “Dad’s Car,” their mothers. The last bit is a nice,
amusing twist — something I don’t think I’ve seen/heard on a DVD
before. Deleted scenes with optional commentary, an extremely hearty
little blooper reel (20 minutes!) and a 38-minute behind-the-scenes
featurette round out a solid slate of bonus materials. B- (Show) A- (Disc)
Disney has, with movies like Remember the Titans, Miracle, The Rookie, Glory Road and this autumn’s Invincible,
shrewdly positioned itself as the go-to studio for inspirational,
family-friendly sports tales based on true stories, slots that
new-to-DVD releases The Miracle Match and Stick It (below) also for the most part comfortably fit into.
Goal!
trilogy — for which Disney is handling domestic distribution — is the
higher-profile of its two recent soccer releases, director David
Anspaugh’s The Miracle Match tells the story of one of the
greatest upsets in sports history. Set two weeks before the 1950 World
Cup, it centers on a group of rag-tag group of recreational players
from St. Louis and New York chosen to represent their country in
Brazil. Consumed with conflicts — personal, cultural and, more
pressingly, of disparate, clashing pitch style — the players had only a
matter of days to gel and form a team before suiting up against the
British squad, widely regarded as one of the best in the world. Given
to narrative hyperbole and clichéd dialogue, The Miracle Match
is a niche title, a solid rental for hardcore soccer fans but likely
few others. Patrick Stewart is the encouraging coach, narrating the
film from afar, and Wes Bentley (American Beauty) and Gerard
Butler give solid performances. If Anspaugh and screenwriter Angelo
Pizzo, working from a novel by Geoffrey Douglas, don’t quite achieve
the heights of previous collaborations Rudy and Hoosiers,
it’s chiefly because soccer remains an inherently less known and
knowable sport this side of the Atlantic, its action rhythms hopelessly
foreign.
Stick It, on the other hand, isn’t based on a true story, but
does hit many of the same empowering beats we’ve come to expect from
movies of such an ilk, and does it in a colorful enough fashion to
succeed on its own terms. Bring It On screenwriter Jessica
Bendinger takes a directorial dip with the film, utilizing the
too-familiar-by-half narrative template of a talented but rebellious
gymnast, Haley Graham (Missy Peregrym), who returns to the world of
structured competition with the assistance of a no-nonsense new coach,
Burt Vickerman (Jeff Bridges). The rigid rules and spandex-clad,
intra-squad bickering are off-putting to her, but Haley’s love of the
sport eventually resurfaces, and she wins over teammates who hold a
grudge against her for walking out of a competition. Some of the
landings are nicely stuck, others a bit less compellingly so, but for
tween girl audiences Stick It is right in their wheelhouse.
The Miracle Match is presented in 2.40:1 widescreen enhanced
for 16×9 televisions, with Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound, but
unfortunately includes no bonus materials save optional French and
Spanish subtitles. Stick It, meanwhile, comes with a nice slate
of complementary extras to add to its 1.85:1 widescreen presentation. Thirteen minutes of deleted scenes come with optional commentary from
Bendinger, and the writer-director also sits for two feature-length
audio commentary tracks — one with actresses Peregrym and Vanessa
Lengies, the other with editor Troy Takaki and cinematographer Daryn
Okada. The former is obviously the spunkier and more back-slapping,
while the latter offers more production-oriented tidbits. Featurettes
on floor routines, stunt double gymnastics and the movie’s visual
effects work counterbalance the levity of a three-minute blooper reel
and Missy Elliott’s “We Run This” music video. C (The Miracle Match) C- (Disc) / C+ (Stick It) A- (Disc)
The notion of “a feel-good German comedy” is one thing, as
is the surface impression of a movie called Guys
and Balls. Director Sherry Horman’s film, though, is as baldly a piece of sunny
mainstream entertainment as one can imagine for a gay-themed German flick. Eagerly
pitching woo in the fashion of underdog sports and blue-collar tales Bend It Like Beckham, Hardball and The Full Monty, soccer flick Guys
and Balls sails by somewhat thinly on the charms of its lead.
newcomer Maximilian Brückner, above right) has had
one overriding passion ever since he was a little child — soccer. Now, as a young adult, he’s the goalie of a
small-town club team. On the same day he accidentally lets down his teammates
in an important match, though, they discover he’s homosexual, and promptly give
him the boot from the squad. Seeking revenge, Ecki sets out to form an all-gay
team with a little help from his supportive sister Susanne (Lisa Marie
Potthoff). They draft a washed-up soccer star (Rolf Zacher) as their coach, and
things come together in fine, if somewhat paint-by-numbers fashion — a trajectory
which, naturally, includes a new love interest for Ecki in the form of Sven
(David Rott). Eventually, though, Ecki must cross paths with his former squad, paving
the way for the ultimate grudge match.
The Audience Award winner at the 2005 Outfest Film Festival, Guys and Balls is for the most part an
attempt at a gay-themed crowd-pleaser through and through. Screenwriter
Benedikt Gollhardt is apparently a German television writer, and his sitcom
instincts are borne out in somewhat winning fashion herein. For those worried
about such things, the jokes aren’t pitched in too steep a culturally specific
fashion, they’re far more rooted in character. Some of the supporting
characters are thinly imagined and lean heavily on yawn-inducing stereotypical
humor (the leather-clad, Village People enthusiast, etc.), but it’s more to do
with the economical strokes of the genre than any real laziness or misanthropy. If arthouse, queer and sports flicks all interest you, this curio exists at
their intersection.
Housed in a regular Amray plastic case and presented in 1.85:1
anamorphic widescreen on a dual layer disc, Guys
and Balls comes with two German language audio tracks, in Dolby digital stereo
2.0 and Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound. English subtitles, naturally,
complement the release. There’s a bit of edge enhancement attached to the
image, but nothing too sustained or irksome. Unfortunately, there are no
supplemental features save for a collection of preview trailers for similarly
themed films and series, like Third Man
Out and Dante’s Cove. C (Movie)
D+ (Disc)
The success of a hearty piece of genre fare like Annapolis, a military drama of macho square-off, is largely reliant upon the magnetism of its lead. There’s a comfortable rite-of-passage to these narratives, and audiences need a sturdy and personable guide to make their interest seem something more than fleeting. A very good thing, then, that Annapolis enlists the services of James Franco. For the full review, from IGN, click here.
1977’s Eaten Alive is the movie Tobe Hooper made two years after Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
and it’s being re-released on DVD now alongside another tricked-out DVD
version of that aforementioned horror classic, and in the shadow of a
big screen prequel from New Line. Plotwise, this thinly imagined Psycho
knock-off is little more than a derisible piece of classic-era slasher
mayhem, but — notably for genre buffs — it does replace Diamond
Entertainment’s horribly substandard transfer and full-frame release of
several years back.
Set deep in the Texas bayou, amidst the
dankest of whorehouses and bars, sits the decrepit Starlight Hotel.
Owned and operated by lonely war veteran Judd (Stalag 17’s Neville Brand, oozing maniacal intensity), it receives few visitors.
That could be because of the remote backwoods location, or maybe it’s
Judd’s violent mood swings. Or maybe it’s the giant alligator in the
half-moat that snakes from the backyard around to the front porch. Who
knows…
Regardless, you know from frame one of a movie like this that things
aren’t going to end well, for pretty much everyone involved. Among
those that get caught up in Judd’s web are Clara (Death Race 2000’s
Roberta Collins), a runaway prostitute from the nearby town; a strange
young couple, Faye (Marilyn Burns) and Roy (William Finley) and their
ward; a dying father (Mel Ferrer) and his nubile daughter (Crystin
Sinclaire); and a sex-starved local yokel named Buck (a youngish Robert
England), who delivers the same rhyming, introductory line of
evocative-kitsch dialogue that Quentin Tarantino would nip for use in Kill Bill, Vol. 1.
Packaged in a regular Amray case, Eaten Alive is presented in
1.85:1 format, with Dolby digital and 2.0 mono audio mixes. Bonus
features include a brief featurette with new video interview footage
from Robert Englund recounting his participation in the movie, a still
photo gallery and theatrical trailers, among other tidbits. The worthy
supplemental distraction in the midst of all this rather craptacular
execution comes in the form of a fascinating and careening cobbled
together audio commentary track from producer/co-writer Mardi Rustam,
make-up artist Craig Reardon (who recounts his first occupational brush
with rouging bare breasts, as well as Hooper being fired and missing
from some of the shoot) and actors Finley and Richards. It’s the aforementioned
Collins, however, who provides the most entertainment bang for your
buck, recounting star Brand’s sweet disposition… until he tried to
sexually assault her! I guess the statute of limitations has expired,
but still: fascinating stuff, if for mostly the wrong reasons. D- (Movie) B- (Disc)
Veteran
filmmaker and producer Sydney Pollack came uncertainly to his first
documentary, on celebrated modern architect (and longtime friend) Frank
Gehry, but the result is a casually seductive and disarmingly relaxed
filing, the perfect movie for those intrigued by notions of the sublime
in buildings and structures, but generally unable to articulate or wrap
their heads around such concepts.
Responsible for some of the
most stunning and innovative designs in the world — including the
Experience Music Project in Seattle and the Walt Disney Concert Hall in
Los Angeles, which gets major run here during its formative phases —
Gehry’s work style can best be likened to improvisational jazz; he
loves messy freehand sketches (hence the title), and after taping
together an early mock-up of the aforementioned Disney Hall in a
brainstorming session, he describes it as “so stupid it’s beautiful.”
Mixing the freewheeling nature of art with the much more unforgiving
laws of physics that govern design and construction, Gehry is a true
American original.
Pollack, prowling about with his mini-DV camera, inserts himself
into the proceedings here, but in a far from officious manner. Rather,
he’s the perfect Everyman guide for a project like this, bringing to
the table neither a wonkish appreciation for architecture nor, really,
overindulgence upon explicatory, talking head vocabulary. That doesn’t
mean we don’t get insightful interviews, because we do — with everyone
from Charles Jencks and Ed Ruscha to Dennis Hopper (who lives in a
Gehry-designed home) and Bob Geldorf. Jumping back and forth between
stories about the man (he changed his last name from Goldberg at the
hectoring insistence of his first wife) and his methods (he often works
in two or three different scales at once on a single project, so as to
avoid getting married to the models), Sketches of Frank Gehry is an absorbing look at a unique imagination and a fascinating little movie in its own right.
Housed in a regular Amray case, Sketches of Frank Gehry is
presented in a clear, 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen transfer that
preserves the aspect ratio of the movie’s brief, ultra-limited
theatrical bow this past May, alongside an English language 5.1 Dolby
digital audio track that smoothly captures the movie’s rather
pedestrian aural demands while also showcasing hints of accompanying
atmospherics that paint a rich portrait of Gehry’s work space.
Additionally, subtitles are available in French. The film’s sole
supplemental bonus feature comes in the form of a 34-minute Q&A
with Pollack from its Los Angeles premiere. Moderated by Sideways
director Alexander Payne, this informal chat of friendly softballs is
marred somewhat by poor sound quality, but Pollack is an always
interesting interview, and he speaks in engaging fashion about his
first, breathtaking experience with the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao,
Spain (he was licking his wounds during the international press tour
for Random Hearts, and ducked in to its grand unveiling after
an invitation from Gehry) and his reluctance to heed editor Karen
Schmeer’s instincts and insert conversational footage of him into Sketches of Frank Gehry. To purchase the movie via Amazon, click here. B (Movie) B- (Disc)
Authenticity is an underrated commodity on many fronts. Heck, it’s helped George W. Bush find presidential election twice (well, arguably twice…) despite not exactly being the most intelligent or well spoken guy on any given city block. Similarly, The King of Queens is a genial, well-worn comedy that initially took its leading cues from fellow CBS laffer Everybody Loves Raymond when it bowed in 1998, but eventually found its own scrappy voice and thus worked its own comfortable groove into couches all around America.
Created by Michael Weithorn and David Litt, the series centers around parcel delivery truck driver Doug Heffernan (Kevin
James) and his wife Carrie (Leah Remini). In place of a brood of
precocious and/or ankle-biting kids, however, is Carrie’s father Arthur
(Jerry Stiller), who lives with the couple. As is typical of these
“oafish patriarch” shows, Doug spends plenty of time raging against
Carrie’s attempts to get him to lead a healthier lifestyle, and many
jokes come from the mindset and canted point of view of a
sports-obsessed guy’s guy. (“Great, I screwed up and ate all the
franks,” says Doug mournfully at one point. “Now all I have left is a
stupid bowl of beans.”) The regular addition of Mad TV’s Nicole
Sullivan as Arthur’s part-time caregiver Holly is an inspired touch,
and Victor Williams scores subtle points for his work as Doug’s
recently divorced best friend, Deacon Palmer.
While several of the two dozen episodes this season dip back into overly familiar
terrain — like Doug and Carrie’s nervousness and competitiveness with
their new, white-collar neighbors — there’s some legitimate fun to
be had too. “Affidavit Justice” finds Doug pretending to be a lawyer, while both “King Pong” and “Icky Shuffle” showcase Doug’s competitive steak when Arthur buys a ping pong table and and the aforementioned duo team up for a shuffleboard tournament, respectively. “Eggsit Strategy” (bonus points for the title) finds Carrie’s job in jeopardy when her flaky boss is fired, and “Damned Yanky” delves winningly into the subject of sexual fantasy, with Carrie upset that her husband’s apparently aren’t always about her. Sixth season guest stars include Janeane Garofalo, Judge Reinhold, Jon Favreau, Anne Meara (co-star Stiller’s real-life wife), Saturday Night Live‘s Rachel Dratch and Lou
Ferrigno as the Heffernans’ sad-sack neighbor.
The King of Queens: 6th Season is presented on three discs
stored in attractive gatefold packaging that is in turn housed in a
cardboard slipcase. Episodes come in 1.33:1 full frame transfers, with
English Dolby surround sound audio. As is unfortunately too frequently
the case with later seasons of current day sitcoms, there are no
supplemental bonus features contained here. While there might not be a
lot for James or Remini at this point to say about their characters,
surely some of the series’ writers could offer up a handful of
interesting audio commentaries or interviews about the plotting out of
seasonal arcs or other such tidbits, which would be a nice morsel for
longtime fans. B- (Show) C- (Disc)
Nominated for six Emmys, 1995’s Serving in Silence
is based on the true story of the highest-ranking military to ever be
discharged from the armed services for being gay. Anchored by strong,
mesmerizing performances from two under-regarded actresses who’ve found
most of their recent success in television, it’s a triumphant if
somewhat didactic look at an issue that still divides us today, even as
it really should be a non-issue when compared to much more important
topics.
Serving in Silence is set in the late 1980s. After
faithfully serving in the Army for over 20 years, no-nonsense, divorced
mother of four Colonel Margarethe Cammermeyer (Glenn Close)
unexpectedly falls in love with bohemian artist Diane (Judy Davis),
thus bringing to an end a career that included a Bronze Star-winning
tour of duty in Vietnam. During an interview for a higher security
clearance, Cammermeyer reveals to the investigator that she is a
lesbian and, when she refuses to recant, the Army initiates discharge
proceedings against her. With the support of her family, her new lover
and the Lambda Legal Defense, Cammermeyer courageously decides to fight
for her right to serve her country.
The movie is first and foremost about the struggle for equity by
gays, certainly, but arriving as it does against the backdrop of
continued fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq, where women are serving —
and dying — in ever-increasing numbers, Serving in Silence
packs a rather unique double-whammy of thoughtful provocativeness. Close delivers a superb performance, rising to indignation when
necessary but also showcasing the inherent hurt in being turned out
from an organization for which she had given so much effort.
DVD special features for the film, which is housed in a regular
Amray case and presented in 1.33:1 full screen with Dolby digital 2.0
audio, include a spate of bonus previews for other titles and a trio of
behind-the-scenes featurettes. The first is a nine-minute making-of bit
replete with EPK-style interviews with Close, Davis, the real-life
Cammermeyer, director Jeff Bleckner and executive producer Barbara
Streisand. Fifteen minutes of footage from the movie’s January 1995
Century City premiere ensues, with comments from some of the above
personalities, as well as co-executive producer Craig Zudan. Wrapping
up things is 16 minutes of footage from the 1996 GLAAD Media Awards,
which bestowed honors on the project. To purchase the movie via Amazon, click here. B- (Movie) B- (Disc)
To Have and to Hold), The Proposition is a harsh, unflinchingly
violent, fly-riddled look at one man’s desperate struggle to do right by one
sibling while possibly sacrificing the other. Set in the rural outback of Australia
in the 1800s, it’s an engagingly brooding and dusty funeral dirge.
Guy Pearce (L.A.
Confidential) stars as Charlie Burns, a petty criminal and drifter who
finds himself stuck in the quintessential definition of between a rock and a
hard place. After a shootout with authorities ends in capture, British lawman turned
town sheriff Captain Stanley (Ray Winstone, above) holds the fate of Charlie’s terrified
younger brother Mikey (Richard Wilson) over his head, and makes Charlie an infeasible
proposal: in exchange for Mikey’s release, Charlie must track down his older
brother Arthur (Danny Huston), a vicious, sociopathic outlaw. Charlie consents,
and sets out to locate and execute his other brother, who he believes has gone
too far.
Scouring the sort of backwater burghs where provincial authority
holds no sway, Charlie encounters Jellon Lamb (John Hurt), an educated yet
thoroughly menacing bounty hunter. Charlie eventually finds his brother, but understandably
has conflicted thoughts about carrying out his undertaking.
Shot entirely on location in Australia, The Proposition works within the
well-defined grooves of the Western genre, but also has a tinge of exoticness
due to its foreign setting. Cave does a fine job of contrasting Stanley’s
somewhat foolhardy efforts to impress upon the wild outback a European sense of
civility decidedly at odds with local culture with that same sense of unruly abandon
that characterizes the best of American Westerns. Cave’s sense of detail is
spot-on, and the movie is superbly cast, from Pearce’s sweaty, clench-jawed Charlie
— a sinner seeking redemption, but unsure of how to proceed — right on through
the smallest roles, which include Emily Watson as Stanley’s wife, Martha.
Presented in 1.78:1 widescreen, The Proposition comes with English language 5.1 Dolby digital surround
sound and English 2.0 stereo audio tracks, optional Spanish subtitles and a
hearty helping of bonus material. Hillcoat and Cave sit for an audio commentary
track, and 12 minutes of deleted scenes offer up a bit more in-depth look at
Charlie’s wanderings. Five behind-the-scenes production featurettes
comprehensively detail the movie’s story, script, history and explored themes,
and offer further illumination of its setting and background detail. A photo
gallery and a collection of preview trailers for other First Look home video releases
rounds out the disc. B (Movie) A- (Disc)
George Carlin’s first live, stand-up special for HBO, 1991’s Jammin’ in New York, is a bit of a
nostalgic leap back for current fans of the groundbreaking comedian, who were perhaps
weaned on his comedy albums. Still, ask the man himself and he says it
represents a gigantic leap forward for him in the sophistication and
interweaving of his material. Either way, it’s certainly funny.
I was talking recently with Steve Anderson, the director of the
forthcoming documentary F*ck, and he related a
conversation with Carlin — who is featured in archival footage in Anderson’s
film about the famously flexible expletive, but, almost inexplicably, not in
any present-day interviews — in which the comedian wished he had been able to expound
upon his famous “Seven Words You Can’t Say on Television” bit and articulate similar
material while Lenny Bruce was still around and at the top of his game. It was
a touching story, one comedian pining to join another at the vanguard, but it
also discounted the manner in which Carlin’s intense and loquacious humor has itself
informed a whole new generation of stand-up comedians.
Recorded at the Paramount Theater in Madison Square Garden, Jammin’ in New York is quintessential
Carlin, a perfect blend of biting social commentary and more gently observed
observational pieces. “Rockets and Penises in the Persian Gulf”
provides a déjà vu-laden flashback about the first Gulf War, while “Airline
Announcements” assays ritualistic corporate niceties and “public voices.” Carlin
wraps up the set with “The Planet Is Fine (The People Are Screwed),” in which
he theorizes that the Earth will survive the ill we do to it, but humanity may paint
itself into a corner of extinction, which may not be such a bad or undeserved thing.
Presented in full screen with a Dolby digital 2.0 stereo
track, Jammin’ in New York comes in a
regular Amray case and clocks in at just under an hour. Retrospective interview
nuggets with Carlin mining — even if briefly — his memories on old shows like
these would give these catalogue releases much more collectible value, but there are unfortunately no supplemental bonus inclusions here. Still, fans
old and new alike can still delight in one of Carlin’s own favorite sets. B+ (Show)
C (Disc)
Moonlighting Wives
and Sin in the Suburbs, he shone a focused
(and sometimes unnervingly strong) spotlight on women’s libidos and the power
inherent therein.
His first film in more than two decades, Suburban Secrets trades in all the usual
Sarno brands, wrapping a story of off-the-rails lust and betrayal around the rather
basic and soapy template of what might be the latest rejected small screen UPN
(sorry… CW) pilot. The picture centers around Laura (red-haired looker Isadora
Edison, above), a young New York City
woman who makes a living through nude modeling. Upon discovering that an
ex-lover, Nelson (John Samuel Jordan), is having an affair with her Aunt Cynthia
(Tina Tyler), however, Laura returns to her suburban hometown in an effort to
stir up the status quo. Naturally, she succeeds.
Laura’s return and her penchant for sexual experimentation jointly
ignite both the thinly concealed jealousies and dormant passions of family
members, friends and associates. A quadrangle of uninhibited lust and taboo desires
between Laura, Nelson, Cynthia and Nelson’s sister Judith (Kay Kirtland) — a high-powered
lawyer with an unwholesome hold on her brother — quickly boils over.
Well, maybe not quite
so quickly. Sarno’s film clocks in at distended 153 minutes, which is somewhat
of a trial even given its copious nudity. The performances are solid for the
genre and Sarno’s evocative frames and emphasis on character are certainly
things that many workaday hacks could stand to go school on. Still, this is a
bit of a curio; the wheelhouse modern audience for this type of picture will
find its length a bit of a mitigating factor, if not quite a deal-breaker.
Seduction Cinema’s double-disc release of the film contains
a telecine transfer supervised and approved by Sarno in a 1.78:1 aspect ratio
enhanced for 16×9 televisions. The first disc contains the aforementioned unexpurgated
director’s cut of the movie and a mini-documentary on its making, while the
second disc contains the “TV cut” of the film, footage from its placement at
the Lake Placid Film Festival and a plethora of additional behind-the-scenes footage.
There’s also a booklet with liner notes, rounding out a quite nice presentation. B- (Movie) B (Disc)
Japanese and Korean horror films have been extremely
important in helping crack open the genre’s commercial vein over the last half
dozen years, playing arthouses in their original form and providing source
material for any number of lucrative remakes, from The Ring and The Grudge
franchises to Dark Water, Pulse and more. Further expanding the
influence of Asian imports, though, is certainly on the agenda of any number of
up-and-coming Asian and Eastern rim filmmakers, as is the case with
writer-director Kelvin Tong (Moveable
Feast, Eating Air).
Incorporating hearty elements of Chinese mysticism, Tong’s 2005
movie The Maid centers around naïve and innocent Rosa (exotic Italian-Filipino actress Alessandra
de Rossi, of Small Voices), who leaves
her native Philippines
for Singapore in
order to work as a domestic servant. A non-believer in the supernatural world, Rosa
breaks the local rules of legend which dictate that during the seventh month of
the Chinese calendar, the gates of hell open and the dead walk the Earth. Ignoring
these rules for handling the surge in spirits around her has, naturally, disastrous
consequences.
A native hit, The Maid
has going for it larges swatches of impressively balanced mood in its more
spook-worthy set pieces, but the script itself seems a bit inert, and unmotivated
and insincere, really, in the fashion that it so earnestly and ardently pitches
traditionalism. It’s the sort of lip service that kids pay to church, or the most craven politicians to air-quote family values. The Maid is Tong’s
first horror film, and it feels a bit like a lark — a genre exercise by an
interesting young filmmaker with other, more fervently held interests, but
perhaps bound by limited opportunity to deliver a scary film. This makes the movie one of
herky-jerky stops and starts, though de Rossi holds sway with her mesmerizing
eyes and a rooted performance.
Indexed at a suggested retail price of $22.95, The Maid is presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic
widescreen, along with Mandarin language Dolby digital 5.1 and DTS 5.1 surround
sound audio tracks and, naturally, English subtitles. The DTS track in
particular makes nice use of low-key atmospherics, something American would-be
auteurs would be wise to pay attention to. Alongside a brief production featurette
are the film’s original theatrical trailer as well as previews of other Tartan titles. B- (Movie) C+ (Disc)
Catching a sneak preview of Marc Forster’s adaptation of
Zach Helm’s Stranger Than Fiction recently
brought multi-hyphenate Jacques Tati’s inventive, splendidly choreographed 1967
comedyPlaytime surging back to the
forefront of my mind, and it’s no coincidence. Forster confirmed in a
subsequent interview that Tati’s film was an aesthetic inspiration for his
vision of the new Will Ferrell movie (opening November 10), which charts the psychological
dislocation of a man who starts hearing a narrator describe his life in
intimate detail. The movies would in fact make an interesting double bill one
day, but enterprising film aficionados can program it themselves later this
fall courtesy of Criterion’s fabulous new double-disc DVD release of the former.
Movies about confusion and displacement amongst surging new technology
are nothing new, but Playtime represents
a particularly strong entry in this canon, at least from an purely expressive point-of-view.
Set in an ultra-modern Paris — full
of disorienting skyscrapers, sterile glass structures and impersonal offices —
the movie comes on the heels of 1953’s Mr.
Hulot’s Holiday and 1958’s Mon Oncle; Playtime likewise follows oblivious bachelor
Monsieur Hulot, contrasting his simple outlook on life with the complex rhythms
and bustle all around him. Mon Oncle
was the director-star’s first work in color, and while perhaps representative
of the pinnacle of his achievements, it also sparked a desire to return to
simpler forms. Ergo the minimalistPlaytime,
in which Hulot tries in vain to keep a simple appointment in the urban jungle,
only to repeatedly cross paths in bumbling fashion with a group of female American
tourists.
Tati Story, a miniature biographical
film about the titular director. Both hint at the grueling production schedule
of the film, which shot over the course of several years. Film historian Philip
Kemp offers forth scene-specific audio commentary, and while his dissections
tend toward the academic, they do so in right fashion.
Also included is a 50-minute, 1976 (and thus somewhat dated)
episode of the BBC series Omnibus
that examines Tati’s Hulot pictures. Of most interest, though are a 17-minute
audio interview with Tati himself from the 1972 San Francisco International Film
Festival and a 12-minute chat with script supervisor Sylvette Baudrot, who
discusses at length Tati’s interesting techniques. Cours de Soir, a short film of Tati’s from the same year, wraps
things up nicely, along with an insert booklet that includes an essay from
Jonathan Rosenbaum. B- (Movie) A- (Disc)
A silly and free-form mockumentary look at a charitable
giving outreach plan dreamed up by a young Hollywood
couple, Lollilove is the loose-limbed brainchild/cinematic
exercise of real-life wife and husband Jenna Fischer and James Gunn. Fischer,
of course, is devastatingly good as the meek but cute Pam on NBC’s The Office, while screenwriter Gunn
(Universal’s Dawn of the Dead remake,
as well as the Scooby-Doo movies) is
making his directorial debut with this spring’s Slither.
Lollilove also finds Jenna and
germophobe James in it as much for themselves and the fame they will accrue as
anything else — ergo, James’ cluelessly condescending observation that homeless
people are “like the end pieces of the loaves of life.”
The movie leans heavily on what are obviously many of the
duo’s real-life photos and videos. In fact, clocking in at a lean 64 minutes,
it’s more of a filmic art project than full-fledged feature. Directed by
Fischer and scripted by her and Peter Alton — who also serves as the movie’s
editor and director of photography — Lollilove
is no better or worse an execution of the movie’s basic premise than you might
sketch out on the fly in your mind. It features a few moments of the same nice,
slow burn that Fischer puts to brilliant use on The Office in scenes of bickering between the two, or when James
tries to flirt with a volunteer, but there’s still an awful lot of unfocused
flab here, believe it or not. Owing to her pent-up small screen persona, it’s
great to see Fischer cut loose and curse, and cameos from Jason Segel, Linda
Cardellini and Judy Greer make for fun. Additional props are awarded for the
use of real homeless folks at film’s end, which serves as a rally point of
sorts. Too much of Lollilove, though,
is simply aimless; in the end you want
to like the movie a lot more than it earns on its own.
Being a Troma DVD release, however, there’s plenty of
supplemental material to go alongside the film’s full-screen presentation. Eighteen deleted scenes, a clutch of outtakes from an earlier iteration and a
comprehensive 30-minute making-of featurette give a robust picture of the movie’s
genesis and development, and confirm the notion that there’s an even fuller cut
of Lollilove lurking and as yet
unassembled, including a good bit of stuff that’s funnier than what made the
final version. With audio commentary from Fischer, Gunn, Alton
and producer Stephen Blackehart, exclusive footage from Troma president Lloyd
Kaufman’s trip to the set of Slither,
an interview on screenwriting with Gunn and much, much more, there’s a lot to
love about Lollilove’s extras. If
only the feature itself were just a bit sweeter. C+ (Movie) A- (Disc)
The
success of the small screen’s The
West Wing
has helped create an increase in public interest in the political
process, something stoked even more by our current morass in Iraq,
various corruption scandals and bitter partisan divides. So hey, if
things are so bad in real life, at least one can turn to something like
ABC’s staid Commander in Chief, which
stars Geena Davis as the first female chief executive of the United States, for political diversion and entertainment.
Davis
is Mackenzie Allen, a political independent who is suddenly elevated from the
vice presidency to the presidency upon the natural death of her predecessor.
Hard-nosed Speaker of the House Nathan Templeton (Donald Sutherland) tries to
box in and/or undercut Allen at every turn, but loyal chief of staff Jim
Gardner (Harry Lennix) helps effectuate Allen’s populist agenda. Sutherland is
fabulous and guest star Peter Coyote — as an ex-general and political rival
whom Allen wants to anoint as her vice presidential nominee — is likewise
excellent, but other casting for the series is weird; as press secretary Kelly
Ludlow, Ever Carradine always seems on the verge of bursting into tears. Commander in Chiefis best
when churning through dialogue and various cloak-and-dagger political scenarios, but the series is shot in an awfully boxy, staged fashion, which effectively
undercuts any true sense of momentum.
Series
creator Rod Lurie previously delved into the Washington backstabbing and other
political maneuvering that accompanied a woman’s rise to power in the film The Contender, but Commander in Chief definitely
cops its moves more from Aaron Sorkin’s aforementioned NBC hit and… I don’t
know, 7th Heaven?
There’s a clear-cut attempt made to give parallel balance to the two narrative
rails, the personal and professional, but the show’s family stuff, with a
sad-sack Kyle Secor as the first First Gentleman, Rod Calloway, comes across,
variously, as awkward and inept. Worst is a scenario in which daughter Rebecca
(Caitlin Wachs) loses her diary, which causes a stir amongst Secret Service —
like there might be state secrets contained in a teenager’s frustrated rants against
a parent.
I’m
not quite sure why the inaugural, parceled out season of the series is divvied up into two separate
volumes on DVD, except perhaps as some straw poll ballot initiative to see how
much fan support there is out there for this program, and whether its rumored
continuation in the form of either a series of telepics or serial resuscitation
is in fact economically viable. Certainly TV veteran Steven Bochco, brought in to oversee the show after Lurie was bounced mid-season, shook things up in an interesting manner. Episodes like “Ties That Bind” and “The Elephant in the Room” find Allen’s appendix bursting while on Air Force One, leading to a power grab by Templeton. I didn’t care as much for the earlier incarnation of the show, but this material — the chain of ascendancy to the presidency that’s always discussed in history books but has never actually played out — is fun to watch, so ripe is it in speculative back-stabbing. It’s like the 2000 presidential election debacle, without the real-life emotional investment one way or another, or the morning-after consequences. Housed
in a regular Amray case, Commander in Chief is presented in what is billed as “family-friendly”
1.78:1 widescreen, enhanced for 16×9 televisions, along with a Dolby digital
5.1 surround sound audio track. There’s some very slight grain on the first couple episodes, but these problems abate. While the first release featured no supplemental bonus materials, this release includes six minutes of interview footage with Davis, three minutes of bloopers, a pair of audio commentaries and 20 deleted scenes. That’s a platform of extras that TV fans of any political persuasion can get behind. C+ (Show) B
(Disc)