Wednesday, 24 May 2023

Virus (John Bruno, 1999)

Caught in the eye of a hurricane, the crew of the sinking salvage ship The Sea Star discover a seemingly abandoned Russian research ship.


Once they switch the power back on, Captain Everton (Donald Sutherland), Foster (Jamie Lee Curtis), Baker (William Baldwin) and the rest of their crew (Marshall Bell Sherman Augustus Cliff Curtis and Julio Oscar Mechoso) find themselves on the run from something within the ship - something that wants to turn them into spare parts…



I remember the adverts for this movie, but until a couple days ago, that was about it.


I was a big Dark Horse comics fan, mainly because they printed new Star Wars stories.


Around 1998-1999 I started seeing adverts in their books for this movie Virus, and the reprint of the original comic book.


I forgot about it until a few years later when I caught a snippet of it playing on TV, and then forgot about it once again.


It is not hard to forget Virus - unlike similar movies like Leviathan, it is not that well-remembered.


If it is remembered, it is as a punchline - Jamie Lee Curtis has called it one of her worst movies.


I had never paid it that much attention until a friend of mine started singing its praises a few months ago.


Virus may not have a big fanbase, but it might have a new convert - or at least a Virus-agnostic.


What a good time. Not a revelation or a misunderstood masterpiece. But a good time. 


Part of Virus’s charm is one of the criticisms that was levelled at it on release - it is a hodgepodge of influences from other movies - a bit of Aliens, The Terminator, Leviathan and Star Trek’s The Borg.


It has, like a lot genre efforts from the 90s, been aided by the passage of time.


This is a type of movie that does not get made any more - a 75 million dollar genre movie with a name cast.


It is also a great example of practical production.


There are a lot of built environments, practical puppetry and some effective exterior photography.


And despite her thoughts on the movie, Curtis gives the movie a credibility and sense of pathos.


She does not have much to work with, but even in a cookie cutter role, she is compelling.


Sadly, the one actor who does not seem to care is Donald Sutherland - his sole choice appears to be an Irish accent. He is not terrible, but there is a listlessness and lack of force to his performance that bleeds through his scenes.


The real star is Cliff Curtis as crewman Hiko. For once cast as a Maori character, Curtis is the most relatable of an under-written bunch. His casual asides and clearly improvised bits of small talk add a welcome dose of humanity to some very cliche'd interactions.


The film is the directorial debut of visual effects supervisor John Bruno, who is probably most well known for his work with James Cameron.


Bruno has a solid handle on atmosphere, and he knows how to showcase the film’s grue-y special effects in ways that serve the simple story.


While the film is not as scary as intended, it builds up real tension as the characters descend deeper into the bowels of the ship, and its partially human antagonists are gradually revealed.


Accomplished by puppetry, makeup and David Eggby's (Mad Max) evocative photography, the various cybernetic creatures the cast confront are appropriately grotesque and tactile. The movie does not have the patience or inclination to dive into the potential for Cronenberg-style body horror, but it is bluntly effective as a haunted house slasher.


While never boring, the movie does decelerate as it heads into the third act. The Captain's traitorous turn is easy to predict, but nothing is made of it. While thin, the characters feel more like placeholders between set pieces, and the final rescue - despite some impressive CGI - is bungled by some uninspired scripting.


Nothing original, and despite its effects, maybe not iconic, but as a well-mounted pulp thriller, Virus is far better than its negligible reputation.


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Thursday, 18 May 2023

OUT NOW: Fast X (Louis Letterier, 2023)

Dominic Toretto (Vin Diesel) and his family are in danger from a new adversary (Jason Momoa) with an old grudge...



After the self-correction of F9, the world of Fast and Furious seemed to be back in balance. Sung Kang’s Han was back, the fallout from his demise in Tokyo Drift/Fast 6/Furious 7 seemingly rectified (dramatic stakes be damned); John Cena ably filled the Rock-sized hole in the series; and, most significantly, the series’ creative navigator Justin Lin had returned to complete the franchise he had elevated a decade earlier.


All seemed set for Fast 10, the two-part finale, to end the Fast Saga on a high note. 


And then Justin Lin left Fast X a week into principal photography.


Lin retains a story and screenplay credit (shared with Dan Mazeau and Zach Dean).


The Transporter’s Louis Leterrier was parachuted onto the production at short notice, and the Fast and Furious train/Noz-fuelled murder-mobile revved back onto the road.


F8 (aka Fate of the Furious) received a lot of criticism for separating Dom from the family, and for not feeling in keeping with the central theme of the series (which we do not need to repeat). 


Fast X repeats the same mistake, to diminishing returns. 


It is hard - after nine movies - to not compare Fast X to its predecessors, but this is a movie which invites those comparisons.


The movie feels like it is shadow boxing with the series as a whole - there are callbacks, echoes and character ties to the rest of the series.


Most of these connections are intended to carry weight simply by their appearance here, but that effect probably only works for fans.


The cast are separated for large chunks of the movie - but whereas Justin Lin was able to cut between each subgrouping in a way that tied them together and feel of a piece, here the cast feel siloed off from each other.


There is a lack of cohesion which renders the film’s third act moves inert.


Perversely, Fast X’s central plot is actually quite small. It is a personal story with personal stakes for Dom. The villain is motivated by revenge for the loss of his family, and his main target is Dom’s son.


These stakes are drowned out by an unfocused, bloated story with too many tangents.


It is a bizarre movie to experience - it is all the familiar Fast cast, the cars, the locations, the montages of butts in tight shorts - but it feels like it is on fast forward.


The characters outside of Dom feel like pieces on a gameboard, but I found it hard to figure out what the broader game was.


Dom is the only character who feels like he is motivated by emotions. Everyone else is being moved into place for a big finale which we will have to wait for in another movie.


The lack of characterisation and motivation mutes any character shifts or reveals:


John Cena’s appearance and mission made me suspicious - I thought the film was going to have him revealed as an antagonist, but it is just shoddy storytelling. 


Even the familiar joys are barren - Tyrese Gibson’s Roman has lost his spark, and Sung Kang seems depressed.


Meanwhile new faces Brie Larson and Alan Ritchson (TV’s Jack Reacher) are stuck as an exposition-spewing plot devices.


The one real joy of the film is Jason Momoa - he brings a malicious glee to his role as the film’s big bad. Dancing, joking and teetering on the edge of winking at the audience, he is bringing a fresh energy that the movie needs.


Despite a ham-fisted introduction, he is the only character who does not feel anchored to the film’s mythology or contrived rush to a conclusion (which, once again, we will see in the next movie, if we get one).


Cena is also fun. He is on familiar territory as the reformed Jakob - he is basically a goofy muscled weirdo, a spiritual sibling to his neurotic meathead from Blockers. He is fun, but considering how he exits from the film, it feels like filmmakers are trying to stoke the audience for an emotional swerve.


While not a hard watch, there is nothing to latch onto with Fast X.

Tuesday, 16 May 2023

The Dalton ellipses: a look at Bond 17

In this season of The James Bond Cocktail Hour podcast, we are covering the six year gap between Licence to Kill and GoldenEye, covering everything James Bond-related, from books to comics to video games, to non-Bond properties which tried to fill the gap.


On the latest episode, we assess the initial draft of Timothy Dalton's Bond 17!








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Thursday, 4 May 2023

Shiva Baby (Emma Seligman, 2020)

Danielle (Rachel Sennott) is a twenty-something Jewish woman who is trying to figure out what she wants to do in life, professionally, sexually, romantically… She has a lot on her plate.

Her hazy goals become festering wounds when she joins her family at a shiva event for a departed relative.

Also at the event are her ex-girlfriend Maya (Molly Gordon) and her current sugar daddy Max (Danny Deferrari). Further complications arise when she learns that Max has a wife (Dianna Agron) and child. 


Shiva Baby is one of the best movies I have seen this year. 

Granted, it came out a couple of years ago. But it is still worth hoisting up.

A paranoid suspense film, Shiva Baby is hilarious but nerve-shredding.

The filmmakers have taken Hitchcock’s metaphor about suspense - tell the audience there is a bomb under the table and let the scene play out - and turned it into a film.

This is a movie about being watched, and about maintaining a public front.

Danielle spends the movie under constant surveillance and interrogation - no one understands her and is only interested in fitting her into their preconceptions of who they think she is (or should be).

The film does a great job of putting the viewer in Danielle’s position.

She is never alone - other characters fill the background of the frame, the soundscape is polluted with gossip about her, and the camera follows Danielle like another voyeur.

The baby cries constantly, adding another element of anxiety to the film’s atmosphere (apparently, this was an accident - the filmmakers had to rewrite the film to account for the baby’s crying).

I first caught lead player Rachel Sennott in the webseries she co-starred in with Ayo Edebiri (Iconography, The Bear). After Bodies Bodies Bodies, she has gained more profile - and will hopefully lead to more eyes on this gem.

She is fantastic here. She manages to embody a listlessness and longing with stillness. There is a constant sense of tension underpinning her performance which gives the movie a pathos. 

The film is very funny, but it is never mean-spirited. Danielle is never the butt of the joke, and the world she is stuck in is one of ignorance and self-absorption, rather than cruel.

It is such a tight, focused, interior movie. A deft, human comedy.

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OUT NOW: Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 3 (James Gunn, 2023)

The Guardians are back, and as dis-functional as ever.

When Rocket's (Bradley Cooper) past comes back to haunt him, it's time for the old band to get back together.


The Marvel brand has been a bit of an impediment in recent years. Black Widow, especially, gave me a crisis of confidence. There is something inherent to these movies which blunts my ability to think or write about these movies that deeply.


I have not watched the previous Guardians movies since theatres, though I remember liking them.


The movie does suffer from a bit from the overarching continuity - Peter Quill’s arc is based on events from movies I have not seen - but otherwise this film feels like an individual adventure.


The colour palette does feel a little too bright and dull - this is a recurring problem with the Marvel house style - but this is compensated for by the film's focus on mice-en-scene.


Outside of Black Panther, the Guardians films are probably the one sub-franchise under the Marvel banner with a singular visual style of world-building.


In this instalment we get an organic space station that resembles internal tissue, the villainous High Evolutionary’s (Chukwudi Iwuji) lackeys are a collection of grotesque animal-machine hybrids, while the film's environments feel tactile and messy.


While they are not my favourite pieces of his work, James Gunn is too individual a voice to be smothered.


Even in this studio phase of his career, Gunn infuses his work with a sense of consequence and everyday chaos - characters have screwed-up personal lives, they argue with each other, they get injured, have bodily functions and are caught in embarrassing situations.


There is an underlying darkness and pathos to the Guardians films, a pathos I do not think the films have ever fulfilled to my satisfaction.


This might be a taste thing, but I buy the pathos more in his non-Disney works. 


While I was underwhelmed by The Suicide Squad, Gunn's TV series Peacemaker felt more genuine in its melding of superhero goofiness with deeply messed-up character dynamics. 


I will say, I think this movie benefits from a more mature, and untidy, perspective on its characters.


While he takes a backset, the movie ends Peter’s story without reuniting him romantically with Gamora - In a moment of real growth, Quill realises that he needs to figure himself out.


The flashbacks to Rocket's origins in the High Evolutionary's lab are genuinely touching, and Iwuji is a genuinely terrifying antagonist.


Maybe it is the effect of his offscreen persona, but Chris Pratt seems disengaged and one-note as Star Lord. 


I cannot get too excited about it. The freshness is missing. Or maybe I am just outside the 

threshold for enjoying this movies anymore.


This is a good movie. And I have a feeling the Guardians’ movies are going to stick around. They work as individual sci-fi adventures, and as part of their own linked story arc.


With a little distance, I think I will revisit them, and then giver a more in-depth review. 


Watch this space…


Related


Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 2



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Tuesday, 2 May 2023

James Bond Jr. and other lost adventures: an interview with Mark Edlitz

In this season of The James Bond Cocktail Hour podcast, we are covering the six year gap between Licence to Kill and GoldenEye, covering everything James Bond-related, from books to comics to video games, to non-Bond properties which tried to fill the gap.

On the latest episode, we discuss James Bond Jr and the lost Timothy Dalton films with Mark Edlitz, author of The Lost Adventures of James Bond.







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Sunday, 30 April 2023

Millie Lies Low (Michelle Savill, 2021)

 Millie (Ana Scotney) is an architecture student moving up in the world - she has just won an internship to work at a prestigious New York firm. 

Following a panic attack, she flees the plane.


Hiding out in Wellington, she keeps up the pretence that she has arrived in the Big Apple while she wrangles funds for a new plane ticket.


Will her ruse succeed? 





Ana Scotney is a great actress.


I first saw her in The Breaker Upperers, where she stole the show. 


Co-written by Savill and Eli Kent, Millie Lies Low gives her a prime showcase for her talents.


As the title character scrabbles to get her life back on track, she is forced into increasingly ridiculous situations to maintain her ruse.


Of course, these plans end up backfiring, forcing her to finally confront the issues she has hidden away.


While Millie reckons with her life choices, she is given an opportunity to observe what her friends think and feel about her when she is out of the picture.


Co-written by Savill and Eli Kent, Millie Lies Low may be pitched as a comedy-drama, but it is paced like a thriller.


Backed by a pulsing score, and handheld camerawork which lurks behind the titular character, or observes proceedings from a distance, Millie Lies Low packs more tension than most true thrillers.


Its greatest success is the way it elucidates the divide between our digital public-facing personae, and our private selves. And it does so without preaching or obvious signposting.


In the eye of the storm, Ana Scotney anchors the movie with an exposed, crumbling performance. She is onscreen, in close up, in scenes mostly by herself - and she holds the frame.


A fine drama, Millie Lies Low is elevated into a genuinely moving character piece by Scotney.


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