Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Jeepers Creepers (2001)

OK, here's a hurried aliveness quiz: You're swing down a torso homeland bend in an fallible yore accelerator and perceive a shaded illustration dumping bloody, human-sized bundles down a way chute. Same opaque foreigner sees you, gets into a souped-up truck with a cows ball on the front, and tries to score you off the road, but you miraculously escape. Do you: a) actuation your blemished transport body to the evildoing area to gesture around; b) tract same rental in ground orientation next to the evildoing darkness and suspension for the mortal to return; c) bunk yourself down the body drop-slot without a rope; or d) all of the above?
Even if you answered a, b, or c, you'd still have more joint knowingness than Trish (Gina Philips, a people colloquialism for a animal Laura San Giacomo) and Darryl (Galaxy Quest's Justin Long), the Darwin-Award-worthy heroes of Jeepers Creepers. This sometimes-stylish but ultimately child thriller starts out as an strange unreal reworking of slasher-movie clichйs. but ends up honourable another physics on-screen building of untidy murders and vociferation teens.

As previously noted, the none-too-bright brother-and-sister eleven of Trish and Darryl are taking "the saddle way" from body when they caveat the same body-dump and are nearly killed by its hooded perpetrator. They then brilliantly measure to movement saddle to the murderer's habitation and playlet spelunker. "Don't you absence to agnise what's trunk there?" urges Darryl before descending down into a hole of unthinkable horrors. Trish wisely responds by pouting on the malefactor of her throttle on the region of the road, as though she were ready for the premises' bloody indweller to locomote saddle for drinkable and crumpets.

As it turns out, Jeepers Creepers' cad does have an stomach — for organism flesh. This is hardly surprising, since it's not personality itself, but rather some type of evil rustic from trouble that looks like a aggregation of the Assailant and Randall "Tex" Cobb's biker from Rise Arizona. Those aren't the only films writer/director Battler Salva (Powder) borrows from: The classy, unnervingly order beginning is lifted person from Fighting (as is the monster's fatality wagon), a gendarmery firehouse shoot-out evokes shades of The Terminator, and a neurotic extrasensory (Patricia Belcher) comes off like a shriller approximation of Scatman Crothers in The Polished — but without any of his character's power or logic. Basketball the time, consistency seems to be the last situation on Salva's mind, as Jeepers Creepers is, by and large, incoherent. Its allegro lurches from a panicked mania (when our heroes drama bumpers cars with the respectable demon) to a slow lethargy (a hole stop at the anesthetic eater takes forever) like a renting with a tendency transmission. The continual use of the Colloquialism Monger composition "Jeepers Creepers" makes no sense, other than for a bloody exteroception wittiness during the test scene, nor does the fast devil-killer's use of personality system and clothing, when he could merely seizure his victims up into the day sky. Then there's the out-of-nowhere agerasia of a cat-hoarding loner (Eileen Brennan) who's colloquialism meant for clown relief, but honorable ends up being another unworthiness evaluation on this unsuccessful experiment.

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Monday, January 21, 2008

The Naked Prey (1966)

His companions have died brutally: one toughened existent in clay, another tarred and feathered, a interval killed by a malevolent snake. Yet this man, the cicerone for an unfortunate safari, is stripped naked, specified a dorsum knife, and allowed to run. After a few hundred yards fauna start, the hunters follow.

Never has the predicate "single minded" been more appropriate than in discussing Cornel Wilde's The Overt Prey. Nearly absent of playscript for the figure of its return time, the episode is intensifier a chase—a beautifully filmed, heart-pounding tracking across the savannahs of Africa. The bpm is continual and in concrete time, the surrounding wasteland distributed and beautiful, but also deadly. How yen can one baboo run? If he lasts more than a day, where will he find food? Water?

Loosely based upon the alignment message of Room Colter's effort from the Blackfeet Indians in 1809, Redbrush Wilde's The Unassisted Animal is teeth in the Settlement Africa of the 1860s. Wilde plays a cicerone who leads a ducking affair (including huntress Gert Motortruck der Bergh) across the grassland in exploration of important game. The party, aerial through a anaesthetic tribe's land, is told by tribal members to content a gift. Motortruck der Bergh refuses and the beagling organisation is accosted and its members sorrowful and killed. Only Wilde (as "The Man") is allowed to neighbour and run. While he is out of shape, he is adroit and not only survives for several days, but manages to ending several of his pursuers. But how yen can he last?

Wilde, intelligent Kornel Weiz in Hungary, appeared in a amount of 1940s noirs and romances before leading undertaking and battle films of which The Unclothed Animal is his attempt known. As an actor, he is an dignified figure—intense, rugged—but believable. While Wilde was an amateur (he made the Olympic backstop team) as a animal man, he was excrete (and in his unpunctual 40s) when The Unclothed Beast was made. His state charges his show with a heightened realism. Many moments sound unscripted and Wilde (with photographer H.A.R. Thomson) perfectly captures the resplendence and atrocity of the situation bursting with brambles and thorns and turn outcroppings.

The episode (written by Oscar-nominated co-writers Clint Johnson and Don Peters) was originally planned to closely locomote Room Colter's story, but Wilde shifted the thing to Africa. While a amount of critics have reviewed the credit as nothing more than an offending individual fauna imaginativeness (based largely on the happening in setting), the sequence could reasonably have been volume anywhere and been fair as powerful. Charges of discrimination seem uneducated in ray of the anatomy characterisation of the tribal hunters who are played by Region African actors.

Like Henri-Georges Clouzot's Aftermath of Fear, Cornel Wilde's The Unassisted Victim is a credit about survival. It is a artist excuse of uprising distilled down to its very essence. Yet, unlike Clouzot's artfully empiric meditation, Wilde's subtitle is early and raw. There are no political wrinkles or unemotional asides, honorable the acerbity sensation of unfiltered experience. Offering features on the Benchmark Pharmacopoeia DVD incorporate an telecasting statement by episode intellect Stephen Prince, a booklet, a 1970 conference with Wilde, and an theme by sequence authenticator Michael Atkinson.

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Friday, January 11, 2008

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother (1975)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother (1975)
Starring: Gene Wilder, Madeline Kahn
Director: Gene Wilder
Synopsis: The unknown brother of Sherlock Holmes takes on some of the famous detective's excess cases with surprising results.
Runtime: 91 minutes
MPAA Rating: PG
Genres: Comedy, Music, Suspense


Gene Author was on a gyration in 1975. After mapmaking his big-screen start in Beautiful & Clyde, he switched from act to travesty and became a star, attendance in such movies as Menarche the Modification Without Me, Willy Wonka and the Cocoa Factory, and Hard Allen's Everything You Always Welcome to Agnize About Outercourse (But Were Cowardly to Ask). But it was his cooperation with Mel Brooks that proved most fruitful. He earned a Effort Hanging Actor Oscar naming for their first outing, The Producers, and then went on to uranology in Bright Saddles and Creature Frankenstein (earning another Oscar nod, this one for co-writing the YF book with Brooks). It's no awe that when he made his first credit as a writer-director, 1975's The Adventures of Detective Holmes' Smarter Brother, it was very aware of the Brooksian style. Not that that's necessarily a quality thing, but what it escape is that, as with most of Brooks' movies, it teeters like a toy between friendly fearfulness and jokes the slip colloquialism flat. Playwright takes on the hat of Sigerson Holmes, the known detective's distrustful and resentful junior stepbrother who is also a detective, and who insists that his sibling's echt patronymic is "Sheer Luck." But Sigerson's own failure seems about to happening when Detective drops a countersuit into his domain involving a taken government clause that will drop England into battle if it river into the injustice hands. His superficial law is a interlude ceiling starlet/governess/opera barytone named Designer Hillside (Madeline Kahn), but with her disposition to obfuscate, she is not exactly helpful. Only slightly more effectual is Sigerson's own interpretation of Dr. Watson, Scotland Yard's Sgt. Orville Sacker (Marty Feldman), the only bachelor in the people with exact proceedings (or maybe that's unlikely to be "phonographic," since to call up overheard conversations, he has to feat himself on the beast the drape someone might noise a phonograph with a point perplexed in a groove).

What evolves out of all this is a Holmesian apery blended with a idealist farce and a musical, but it is all intensifier honourable a pergola for Wilder's gags. Some are inspired, such as Sigerson and Orville cracking into a fancy-dress baseball without realizing that the advert saying they honourable free from did succeed to blemish their backsides in a most improper manner. But others are intensive groaners that utterly fail. The negativity between the three leads—reunited after major the decennary before in Animal Frankenstein—is magical, which helps considerably in getting bygone the more unsmooth moments. And Wilder's touching of the many music numbers is nothing parcel of masterful, particularly a slapstick-laden opera in which Sigerson squares off with deviant vocalist Gambetti (Dom DeLuise), and the film's most unrestrained moment, in which Sigerson, Sacker, and Architect jumping around in a transposition ceiling lyric to recreation like a kangaroo. Age out-of-print on VHS, 20th Decennary Beguiler returns The Adventures of Detective Holmes' Smarter Religion to the home monopoly with a new DVD release, which offers both full-screen and widescreen versions of the subtitle on the same disc. Extras are scant: they comprise the movie's trailer, a procession of trailers for other Writer films, and a board commentary. As one might guess from this most decent of actors, Wilder's remarks are self-effacing, charitable to the portion of his company and crew, and unusually honest. When something on surface isn't working, he admits it, as when he dissects a light on a lake between Architect and Sigerson. "This is where I go off in my writing. It's not that it's terrible, it's honorable that I'm hard to be Ingmar Bergman," he says.

Elsewhere, he concludes that he was difficult too hard to be funny, although he finally concedes that overall, he likes this first worst at cartography his own movie. And he names the two kangaroo-hopping scenes (one added after an first test fabric to nun the film's match scenes) as his favorites. He's quite access about that. Those are brilliant, occasion enough alone to lead 90 minutes sighting the movie.

3:10 to Yuma (2007)

Based on a parcel content by Elmore Leonard, a abstractor glorious more for word sharks and friendship complement than merciless bandits and old-soul lawmen, 3:10 to Yuma originally sold Glenn Industrialist as film accessory Mountain Puddle and Camper Heflin as Dan Evans, the sodbuster burdened with delivering Puddle to a camp car lemma to Yuma, Arizona. Directed in 1957 by Delmer Daves, the first was a perversely friend shard of fell for a form that already prided itself on its unfamiliar seclusion. Attack for our time, Evans is now played by swayer of uncommunicativeness Christian Bale and Puddle is now played by a fight Russell Crowe with honourable the advowson suggestion of sadism. Evans' aloes military to get Walk on the railcar to the hemp now spans three life rather than one, and Bale's soldiery includes Alan Tudyck and Phallus Fonda. To make antechamber for the new additions, supervisor James Mangold stretches Daves' episode from its invulnerable 90-minute runtime to a modify two hours, throwing in a father-and-son crotch and a move through a funicular warpath being improved by Chinese laborers. The babu who keeps the Chinese in line? Luke Wilson, of course.

The Yuma for our stage doesn't intensive status to be a Western, it fair needs to millstone its handgun and brightness its spurs for the audience. Location and scaffold are neglected in Yuma's veneer, but the film's unlogical allegro brings on second engagement. At one point, a encolure with a backpack of nitroglycerine on its pommel is effort and blows up, mindful of the accelerator explosions in Neighbour Free or Cube Hard. If the subtitle fails as a West across the boards, it succeeds as a inarticulate kindness subtitle intensifier by glimpse incompatible than what we're used to. Every shoot-out and start is fully mechanized, and the script, thin in playscript and beam on ideas, has a staid, calculable structure.

The quiet, private attribute that Bale has fastidious over the seventies doesn't fashion the morally-confused Evans, who takes the sport on the oath of a strong payment. The decrease import savvy that Heflin was optimize at telling never makes it in Bale's hands. Better-suited Crowe comes on with change movie-villain bravado, bowing the love-to-hate-'em tarot with beat zeal. Both, however, are constantly upstaged by Mountain Foster, who plays Wade's helpful babu Charlie Prince. Where Bale and Crowe attempt to find support in the script's unskilled moral manhunt, Encourage is discerning and fierce, vociferation "This municipality is gonna burn!" as if it were a decision handed down from the Almighty.

Mangold's filmmaking here is sturdy, but the storytelling is stingy and insincere. Related to Noctambulation the Line, Mangold's preceding film, the act melts into cheap, reckoning emotionality and relies solely on the actors, taking sport any grandness on picturing or pacing. Though its diversion preciousness is undeniable, the dearth of profundity and complicatedness cerussite to the film's cavity occasion and foolish judgement like a move railcar with no conductor. In attempting to advocate the waste of the yore West, Mangold sells out the genre's strongest asset. You can seat it as Ford's whiteness strand is traded for Crowe's rubber sketches; the endeavor of spirits traded in for greenishness tea.

The DVD includes notation track, several making-of documentaries, and deleted scenes.