Friday, 6 April 2012

RETROGRADE REVIEWS Presents...

BRAINS, TRAINS & EXTRA-TERRESTRIALS! [30-4-2011]


HORROR EXPRESS (1972)


This movie is the reason popcorn was invented. 

It starts out like a cut price Indiana Jones, with Christopher Lee trooping through the mountains. Once the action shifts to the train it turns into a monster movie, with the resurrected ice man sneaking around and draining the brains of a bunch of minor characters. Once the ice man is dead, the movie becomes a Sherlock Holmes-style murder mystery as Lee and co-star Peter Cushing realize the alien killer is hiding among the passengers.

Smart enough to keep the funky action coming, the filmmakers outdo themselves at the finale by adding yet another ingredient to the mix, a group of antagonists even more bizarre and dangerous than the body-snatching alien - Siberian Cossacks!

To top it all off, their leader is played by everyone's favorite slaphead Telly Savalas. Bald, dressed in a blood red uniform, and gargling vodka like mouthwash, Savalas' Colonel Kazan is great fun. More interested in drinkin' and whorin' than investigating, Kazan manages to be both ridiculous and entertaining. Just like the movie.

However it's not long before the movie shifts genres again, turning into a full-on zombie onslaught for the slam-bang finale.

I've tried to refrain from revealing key plot points, but I'm honestly not sure what the plot to this movie is. It veers from one crazy scene to the next, with the only motive being to keep it entertaining. At a slick 84 minutes long, the film is fast and furious, packed with all the action and eye candy you'd expect from a 70s B-movie, but without all the slow exposition and character bits.

Not to say the movie doesn't have some depth. It's just refreshing to see filmmakers who know how to establish characters quickly and economically without the eye-rollingly stilted attempts at backstory found in more recent genre pics.

If you've ever wanted to see Chris Lee in a sword fight with zombified Cossacks, this is the film for you!


Another RETROGRADE REVIEW Joint...

The top ten leading men of romantic comedy [21-3-2011]


Just kidding.

Tonight's post has required me to delve into the sullied, sordid and rather misogynistic corner of cinema known as slasher movies. 

I'll admit to ambivalent feelings about this genre. Most of these films are terrible. Apart from HALLOWEEN, I've seen very few of these movies which manage to be entertaining, let alone scary.

Here I present for your pleasure, a collection of the more reputable members of this most debauched of horror fraternities.

The Intruder, INTRUDER

INTRUDER is actually a really good movie. I don't usually like slasher movies unless they bring something to the table beyond new ways for skewering dumb teenagers, but this one is a bit different. For one, there are no killings for the first 30 minutes. For another, the location is a small town supermarket after hours, which I always thought was a good location for a suspense picture. Finally, this is a slasher movie in which you actually care about the characters.

Yeah, so they are a bunch of stereotypes, but just like THE BREAKFAST CLUB, these are well-fleshed out stereotypes, likably performed and with their own little quirks and idiosyncrasies. 

Which brings me to the titular figure of the film.

I won't spoil it for you. It's better if you don't know, but I can safely say hearing this character's explanation for massacring the night crew is so inane it has to be heard to be believed, and sums up the screwy appeal of this late period (1989) genre piece.

The Voice in the fog, MIDNIGHT LACE

Okay so MIDNIGHT LACE technically isn't a slasher movie. I don't care. It involves a mad man stalking a beautiful woman -  that's enough for me.

For the majority of the running time, this figure remains merely a cheerful voice in the London fog, gleefully teasing the heroine with his homicidal intentions.I haven't named who the villain is, but even if I told you it does not detract from the sheer creepiness this maniac delivers.

Proving that the less you see, the more you fear, the unseen antagonist of MIDNIGHT LACE is a truly unsettling presence and the unique attraction of this underrated gem from the pre-PSYCHO era of Hollywood thrillers.

The Prowler, THE PROWLER

As I mentioned previously, I don't like formula slashers. But I have a soft spot when it comes to Joseph Zito's 1981 cheapie. Maybe its the period setting. Maybe it's the eerie atmosphere of the small town. Mostly I think it's because of the simple, iconic image of the film's villain stalking through a darkened house after the film's terrified heroine.

A damaged WW2 veteran spurned by the girl he left behind, the Prowler decides he doesn't like the local kids enjoying the first graduation dance in thirty years and decides to voice his disapproval by organizing a massive letter-writing campaign to the school board. I wish that was the case, but this option never occurs to this deranged ex-GI. His solution is to wipe out the graduating class, perhaps reasoning that with no graduating class there will be no dance. Give that genius a promotion, Sergeant!

This movie would have been so much better if it had made more of the character's military background, but as is it's still a creepy little number featuring some very realistic effects work courtesy of maestro makeup man Tom Savini. Released in New Zealand under the more banal moniker ROSEMARY'S KILLER.

Melissa Graps, KILL, BABY, KILL

It's only a little girl with a bouncing ball yet it still freaks me out.

A totally out of left field choice for the embodiment of evil (later ripped off by the likes of Fellini and Scorsese), but totally effective nevertheless, this ghostly figure puts the chill in Mario Bava's dreamlike chiller. Accompanied by a creepy nursery rhyme theme of tinkling bells and childish giggles, she terrorizes the inhabitants of a small village, seemingly able to appear and disappear wherever and whenever she desires. 

The fact Melissa is actually played by a boy makes it all the more disturbing...

Harry Warden, MY BLOODY VALENTINE

This is one mad bastard, in all senses of the word. In both the original and the remake, he is a miner driven to a homicidal killing spree (who in turn provides the motive for others to take up his mantle).

Like the Prowler, the iconography of the Miner's costume is an inspired choice. With his amplified breathing and gas mask, Warden looks more machine than man, working his way through the cast like a well-oiled... uh, machine. 

Taking the original into account, he is also the only Canadian on this list. Talk about a pointless piece of trivia, eh?

Billy, BLACK CHRISTMAS

Bob Clark's yuletide creepshow pre-dates HALLOWEEN by a good few years, and proves to be one of the best unsung horror films of the early Seventies.

Billy, the film's unseen tormentor, is a breath of fresh air compared with the indistinguishable masked killers which usually pass as the villains of slasher films. In a master stroke, Billy's identity and motives remain totally in the dark. Stripped of all context, Billy is a complete enigma to both the characters and the audience. And he's all the more terrifying for it.

Initially tormenting the occupants of a sorority house with bizarre, lewd phone calls, he moves on to infiltrate the house, turning it into his own private killing ground. The fact that the sorority sisters remain completely ignorant to the fact that he is hiding in the attic the entire film only adds to the tension.

Even when the cavalry arrives to save the day (in the figure of B-movie icon John Saxon), the wrong man is killed and Billy is free to return to make another phone call to the lonely girl below... 

Blank...face?, BLOOD & BLACK LACE

Making his second appearance in this post, Mario Bava shows he knows how to make a memorable antagonist with the faceless, slouch-hatted killer of this classy fashion house-set giallo.* 

The Blank is actually two killers sharing a disguise, but his modus operandi remains the same, using outrageously ghoulish methods (bladed gloves, heating grates) for disfiguring the vain, narcissistic models who constitute the film's unsympathetic protagonists. 

Ironically, in contrast to these bimbos and the straight-laced cops who fail to solve the mystery, the Blank has the most interesting personality of the entire cast. Not to mention that mask is friggin' awesome.

Stuntman Mike, DEATH PROOF

A lot of people hate this movie. They say it is slow, boring and overly talky. These are valid criticisms,  but whether you like the film or not, there is no missing the fact that Tarantino has, once again, demonstrated his special knack for creating memorable antagonists. Stuntman Mike McCabe is rather unique for the villain of a slasher film.

He's got dialogue. He has better hair than the leading lady (or ladies). He cries like a little girl when he's hurt. And he's played by Kurt Russell. And unlike the others on this list, I dare say you'll shed a tear for the old bastard when he gets his ass blitzed at the climax.

*giallo refers to a sub-genre of Italian thrillers from the 60s and 70s which featured beautiful women, black gloved killers and overly complex mystery plots



RETROGRADE REVIEWS Presents...

Sir Tim the Unsteady presents...                                               



ROGUES GALLERY

An appreciation of honorable and 

humane leadership


Originally elected: 20-3-2011

SCAR


"Life's not fair, is it? You see, I... well, I shall never be king. And you... shall never see the light of another day. Adieu. "

Voiced by the co-owner of the Greatest English Accent of All Time* Jeremy Irons, Scar is the velvet-toned despot behind the death of his brother, and the exile of his nephew. 

This is one stone cold mutha. He is willing to sacrifice anyone to achieve his goals, and even at the end, he is willing to betray his closest allies to save his own neck. it is safe to say that no tears were shed when he fell off that cliff.

THULSA DOOM


"Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they learn why they fear the night..."

James Earl Jones is already famous for voicing one of the most iconic villains of all time. 

Less well known, but equally memorable, is his performance as the villain of 1982's gloriously depraved CONAN THE BARBARIAN.

Not only does he have a cult of thousands at his command (including a harem the size of which Hugh Hefner would find excessive), he lives at the top of a mountain. Now that's tops. 

Okay you can stop groaning. The truth is, Jones owns this movie. Even though the hero is played by the future Terminator, Thulsa Doom regards his adversary with the bored gaze of a veteran prize fighter. He can smoke Conan seven different ways to Sunday, and proves it with an applaudable lack of scruples by killing his parents, killing his lover and crucifying the Cimmerian hardass to the well named Tree of Woe. 

JAFAR

"Strange how an unpleasant child can make a decent dog!" 

Chiefly known as the inspiration behind the antagonist of Disney's ALADDIN, this evil sorcerer outpoints his animated offspring for sheer deviousness and oily charm, not to mention some of the juiciest one liners in all of Arabia.

Played with forked tongue in cheek by the late, great Conrad Veidt (CASABLANCA), Jafar is the embodiment of pure malevolence from the moment he first slinks on screen. With a sociopath's true dedication, he sets about confounding and dethroning his vain and impetus King Ahmed (the ridiculously Anglo Saxon John Justin).

Whether charming the pants of a childish fellow Caliph, or tenderly attempting to woo the woman he loves, Jafar is the best at whatever he sets out to do (okay so I may have fibbed about the last bit since there is a bit of mind control involved there), easily upstaging the rest of the cast.

And to top it all off, he goes out like a champ, shot through the head with an arrow and plummeting to his death while escaping on a flying mechanical horse. What a guy! 

*shared with Liam Neeson and James Mason

RETROGRADE REVIEWS Presents...

THE BOXING DAY SPECIAL: Highlander edition [2010]


And so comes the end of the year, and the end of another batch of my incessant drivel. 

Here I present my stream-of-conscious, highly subjective review of one of my favorite cinematic villains.

The Kurgan, HIGHLANDER (1986)

"The Prize is MINE!"

I first saw HIGHLANDER exactly 10 years ago today. I was a big James Bond fan and, realizing this, my dad gave me this film for Christmas, with the inducement that Sean Connery was in it.

This was the first time I'd even heard of DVD so that made it a little more special. Of course being 12, I really didn't give a crap about what format it was in - all that was running through my brain was this important equation:

Sean Connery + swords = AWESOME.

And it was pretty good. It didn't make much sense, but it sure looked nice - all leering low angles, wide frames and old men doing backflips. In the rain.

And then Sean Connery turned up. Ah bliss. I was all set for a buddy movie in the style of the great LAST CRUSADE (1989).   

And then the Kurgan turned up.

Now anyone who's seen this movie knows the Kurgan pops up long before Sir Sean, but I wasn't really paying attention at first. I just sort of filed him into the role of villain (He's big, he's wearing black and his sword is bigger than the hero's) and moved on. I was more interested in the Scots-accented Egyptian with the Spanish name and the Japanese sword.

But the Kurgan killed my reason for watching this movie. Cut off his head. I rewound just to check. Yep. There it goes. Bugga...

From then on, all bets were off. 

The Kurgan continued hacking and bellowing his way through the movie, while I waited in hope that Connery would turn up and run him over with his Aston Martin. I was completely oblivious to the fact that this guy was totally friggin' awesome.

The moment I was totally convinced the Kurgan was in fact totally friggin' awesome came, fittingly, during the famous confrontation in the Cathedral. After eyeing up some nuns and loudly recounting some of his bloody escapades (including Connery's demise, the ass), he licks the priest's hands in mock homage and utters a line so famous it was later used by Kurt Cobain (sort of):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bOKsOveYD0

Taking a cue from our subject, I'll cut to the chase.

The simple fact is, the Kurgan is the best thing in this movie, and that's thanks to a glorious blitzkrieg of a performance by the great Clancy Brown.

That low, guttural voice, those big black eyes, those horrendous staples in his neck, even the heavy metal sturm-und-drang of his Queen-penned theme tune (feel free to rock out at the link below*) - everything about this guy screams "I AM A BADASS. GIVE ME MY FREE PASS TO RAPE, PILLAGE AND OBLITERATE ALL BEFORE ME!"

He's so ridiculously evil everyone else in this movie appears lifeless, and, in the case of the ex-007, boring. When he's not onscreen you want him to come smashing into the scene and start slicing and dicing these moping sods. When he's onscreen, you're wondering why he's messing around with little Christopher Lambert (whoever had the thought of hiring a Frenchman to play a Scot was a friggin' genius**) and not off conquering the universe, carving some massive intergalactic realm of helpless galaxies with the aid of his massive broadsword and awe-inspiring laugh.

Yes, the laugh. The Kurgan's laugh is the feather in his cap the cherry on his mountain of awesome.*** I haven't documented this, but I'm pretty sure Clancy Brown has the best evil laugh in the history of cinema. Maybe everything. There is nothing like a good, hearty chuckle to cement your villainous credentials 

Even though the Kurgan ultimately falls victim to the dictates of genre-I mean, Lambert's blade, he still ends the movie on a high, giving the audience one final planet crushing smirk.

Though Lambert may ultimately win the 'prize' (no, I still have no idea what it is), the Kurgan wins the greater glory - an endless supply of Youtube-assisted resurrections and repetitions.

And that's it. I'm off to frolic with wood nymphs and pixies! 

In the meantime, don't grow despondent. If you don't find better ways to waste time, I'll be back with a new batch of stuff.****

In the spirit of the season, but with no regard for what season it actually is, I'll leave the final salutation to the character we celebrate today:

"Happy Halloween ladies!" 

*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TbsLV2yklw
**optional sarcastic tone  
*** I need a thesaurus 
****I REALLY need a thesaurus  


BAD 'UNS, HOOLIGANS & NO-GOOD NICS

PART ONE [2-12-2010]

It's been a while since I wrote one of these things, mainly because I ran out of rubbish I could pontificate about.

I  thought it would be a good idea to write a more ambitious version of my "five baddest..." lists, then realized I didn't have the time or patience to commit to such a venture.

Instead, I've broken it up into smaller chunks, which I can realise whenever I feel like it.

For part one of this personalized rogues gallery, I've decided to pick villains from three of the biggest Hollywood action hero franchises.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld (Telly Savalas, ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld has had many incarnations over the years. Armed with a vast intellect, outlandish schemes for world domination, Persian cats and an ever-present Nehru jacket, Blofeld exemplifies the popular image of the typical Bond villain, inspiring Mike Meyer’s glorious tribute/parody Dr Evil.

While Donald Pleasance’s performance in 1967’s YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE is the most iconic, it is not the most definitive. That honor must go to Telly Savalas, who succeeded Pleasance in ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE (1969).  

In contrast to Pleasance, who played the character as a seriously disturbed megalomaniac, Savalas plays Blofeld the same way Connery played Bond, as a sophisticated thug, combining the brawn of Oddjob with the cool intellect of Ian Fleming's literary creation. 

Unlike most Bond villains, Savalas’s Blofeld is more than capable of going toe-to-toe with Bond. And unlike all the rest, he manages to survive his encounter with the secret agent, ending the film bloodied but unbowed, with the assassination of Bond’s wife Tracy as his final coupe de grace.  

Mola Ram (Amrish Puri , INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM)

Unlike Bond, Indiana Jones does not boast a comparable rogue’s gallery. On the whole, his adversaries tend to be (discounting the henchmen) a bit colorless. They lack a little panache. 

Thank Kali then for Mola Ram, the high priest of the (underrated) TEMPLE OF DOOM.

The one great villain of the series, Mola Ram is also the only one of Indy's foes who does not fall into the category of the heartless Nazi/Soviet or treacherous colleague.

Unlike the comically stereotypical Teutonic nemeses of his other adventures, Mola Ram’s is a singularly diabolical evil, who is willing to go to any lengths to dominate the world in the name of the goddess Kali. Unlike the empty symbolism of the Nazis, Ram’s ideology is based on seemingly real supernatural abilities.

Pulling the heart out of a living man then cackling with delight as it spontaneously combusts, Mola Ram epitomizes the altogether grimmer tone of this second adventure.

With a no-holds barred mentality about achieving his goals, he willingly sacrifices both his followers and the children of the surrounding villages. He also has the distinction of being the only villain to gain the upper hand over Indy and  convert him to the dark side, at least temporarily.

He gets a pretty good send-off as well, in one of the first computer graphics-assisted ‘pushed off a cliff into the hungry maws of crocodiles’ death scenes. Eat your heart out, Blanchett!

Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman, DIE HARD)

DIE HARD is the greatest action movie of all time. One key factor is Bruce Willis as John McClane, an ordinary guy who has to dig deep to become a hero. But a hero is only as great as his villain, and it is an understatement to say that Hans Gruber is a great one. 

Unlike the other villains in this collection, Gruber benefits from having one of the most realistic and well-thought out schemes ever in a Hollywood film. His plan is so well-thought out, and his ability to improvise so on-point it's not a stretch to imagine someone enacting the same scheme in the real world. 

He pushes John McClane to the limit, outwitting him at every turn. Even when everything has turned to crap, Gruber doesn't break a sweat. Like a great chess player, he's already five moves ahead of his opponent, and it is only when McClane begins to think like him that the tables begin to turn. 

There are so many scenes which highlight Gruber's sheer awesomeness, but it goes without saying that the whole movie is the only real way of experiencing the monolithic appeal of this blissfully amoral bastard.  

After a good start, like so many sequels PART TWO turned out to be somewhat underwhelming...

Original Release Date:12-12-2010

Colonel Erhardt (Sig Ruman, TO BE OR NOT TO BE)

"So they call me Concentration Camp Erhardt eh?"

Ernst Lubitsch's TO BE OR NOT TO BE remains an underrated gem from the era of Classic Hollywood comedy. The only comedy to directly confront World War Two and the conditions of those under German occupation, the film is a surprisingly successful black comedy.

And most of the credit must go to Sig Ruman's hilarious, and terrifying performance as the film's chief villain Gestapo Colonel 'Concentration Camp' Erhardt.

The genius of Ruman's performance (and the film) is that he is such a human monster, arrogantly preening and exalting in his position as the Gestapo's man in Poland, and secretly terrified of the enormous responsibility he has to bear in rooting out the Resistance.

He may be made to seem comically foolish by the Polish Resistance, but Colonel Erhardt is never played as the fool. With none of the moustache-twirling deviance of contemporary World War Two films, he is a truly threatening figure who takes great satisfaction from his reputation for ruthlessness. He epitomizes Lubitsch's belief that once atrocity has been rendered routine, it's orchestrators are no longer gleeful sadists but simply professionals going about their work with the emotional investment of slightly bored bank clerks.  

PART III - Lesser Known Denizens of the Celluloid West: Bastard Edition! [16-12-2010]

Major Jackson, DJANGO, 1966


"I see you brought your own burial suit. I like that..."

This guy is the ultimate killjoy.

Not only does he enjoy hunting human game, this ex-Confederate nutjob spends his time buying off or wiping out the local Mexicans while plotting to re-ignite the Civil War with his army of die-hard adherents. 

When a nameless outlaw gets uppity and disturbs his little slice of backwater Hell, he brings out his entire army to massacre the poor sod.

Even when said sod starts wiping out his clan, Jackson doesn't blink an eyelid, using the stranger's appearance as an excuse to wipe out all his enemies in a final genocidal purge. What a bastard.

Avery, THE MARAUDERS, 1955

A little film, but an absolutely hypnotizing performance from Dan Duryea as war-obsessed Avery.

At first, Avery plays second banana to cool businessman Rutherford in his plan to muscle small-time rancher Everett out of the water hole he has just discovered in the middle of the desert.

When Everett holds them off and his boss decides to give up, Avery does a Colonel Kurtz and takes over the gang. Increasingly deranged by a lack of water and his own deluded attempts to become a 'war hero' like his ancestors, Avery ends up destroying his own gang in his attempts to crush his foe, shooting their water bottles when they attempt to escape. Clever bastard...

The entire cast, DJANGO, KILL! (IF YOU LIVE, SHOOT!), 1967 

Where to start? 

The corrupt alderman with the pyromaniacal wife? The scarecrow-faced bandit leader Oaks? The psycho ranch owner Zorro and his talking parrot? The Muchachoes in their matching leather outfits? The townspeople who tear apart a (still living) outlaw for the gold bullets in his body?

Definitely a head scratcher...

PART 4 [20-12-2010]

And now, the final piece of the puzzle: 

John Carpenter's...


BAD 'UNS, HOOLIGANS & NO-GOOD NICS

Despite the iconic status of HALLOWEEN (1978) and growing reputation of his remake of THE THING (1982) John Carpenter remains a hugely underrated director. Here I present some of the lesser known antagonists who have added to the unsettling vibes of his singular filmography. 

Lo Pan, BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA (1986)


"Who are these? Friends of yours?!? You know, this really pisses me off no end!"

Both doddering old man and immortal demon, David Lo Pan (James Hong) is an unsung bad ass from the catalogue of John  Carpenter.

There is something rather lovable about Lo Pan. Despite his incredible powers, Lo Pan is basically a geek. Capable of destroying his enemies with a glance, Lo Pan is completely hopeless when it comes to wooing the woman he loves. Whether enjoying the torment of the film's heroes, or giggling with childish glee when he has to choose a bride from his nubile captives, Lo Pan is certainly the most relatable of Carpenter's villains.

Us, THEY LIVE (1988)


"What's the threat? We all sell out every day, might as well be on the winning team."

Before THEY LIVE, Carpenter's villains could be defined as essentially taken from the same cloth - as pure representatives of Evil completely consumed with death and destruction. This lack of ambiguity is not a criticism of Carpenter's vision: he villains are merely the extreme of the malevolence which exists in all his characters, from the anti-heroic Snake Plissken to the paranoid scientists of THE THING.

In THEY LIVE, Carpenter portrays a world in which there are no longer any external threats to our world, because 'they' have already won: Aliens have taken over the planet by insinuating themselves into the upper echelons of society, maintaining order via subliminal advertising and the compliant authorities.   

There are no space ships or ray guns in this brave new world, just dollar signs. Everyone has a price, and while the aliens in this film are bad enough,  it is the human characters who ultimately bring about the downfall of lone rebels Nada (Roddy Piper) and Frank (Keith David).

The Man, ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK (1981)
Despite being a rather entertaining hodgepodge of post-apocalyptic sci-fi, horror and action conventions, ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK is an incredibly nihilistic picture. One has only to look to the film's antagonists to see how disillusioning Carpenter's version of the (then) future year of 1997 truly is.

First there is Hauck (Lee Van Cleef), the brutal police chief who blackmails Snake Plissken (Kurt Russell) into a last-ditch rescue mission to save the US President. He injects Plissken with the equivalent of a ticking time bomb, and only tells Snake through an underling's unwise slip of the tongue. 

The other figures of authority in the film are no less appealing.

The Duke (Isaac Hayes) is a certifiable nut job who rules the abandoned penal colony as a latter-day despot: Attila the Hun in pimp attire circa 1976. 

The President (Donald Pleasance) is a slimy little louse who shows little regard for those who have sacrificed themselves to rescue him.

These guys are the flip side of the same coin. Both are leaders who are willing to use any means necessary to remain in power. The only difference is that the Duke does not need to hide his corruption beneath a suit and idealistic bluster.

Street Thunder, ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13 (1976) 


Michael Meyers may turn Haddonfield into an abattoir, and the Thing may have cornered the market in total facial and body re-construction, but none of Carpenter's villains have the impact of his debut.

From their first moments onscreen these dudes exude pure, undiluted evil, but it's their initial, totally unexpected act of violence which cements their status as the distilled essence of Carpenter's vision of evil.

Three Cranks

Original Date of Committal: 10-11-2010

Hollywood has a history of creating denigrating, belittling and generally insulting images of intellectuals. Here are just a few examples which will make you hope they continue to do so.

Dr Michael Hfuhruhurr, THE MAN WITH TWO BRAINS (1983)

"Would you read that last bit back to me? I'm afraid it might make me sound pompous to your readers."
"'My brilliant research in brain transplantation is unsurpassed, and will probably make my name live beyond eternity'."
"Oh, no, no; that's good. But take out the 'probably'. It makes me sound wishy-washy." 

A brain surgeon so brilliant that Dolly Parton wants to have his baby.

A plot so pure and simple it should be upheld as the epitome of dramatic construction: Man falls in love with Brain. Others try to keep Man and Brain apart. Man saves Brain. The End. 

It would be a gross understatement to say that nothing will prepare you for the singular charms of THE MAN WITH TWO BRAINS.

A grieving widower, Dr Michael Hfuhruhurr is world famous for his cranial screwtop method of entry into the brain (exactly what it sounds like). This knowledge comes in handy when the doc runs over the beautiful Dolores Benedict (Kathleen Turner) and he has to perform emergency brain surgery in order to save her life. What Michael doesn't realize is that Dolores is a cold-hearted bitch who is only interested in bumping him off and stealing all his money. While this nefarious plot is underway, Michael discovers he can communicate with a brain being kept alive by his colleague Dr Alfred Necessiter (David Warner). Needless to say, he falls in love with said brain and takes it home with him, happy to finally have someone who he can appreciate for their mind rather than their body. When he discovers that his new love will die without a new body, he goes in search of the perfect chassis.

To any sane individual this film has the most idiotic plot in the history of the planet, with characters whose collective intelligence couldn't power a lightbulb. I can't recommend it enough. 

Dr Hfuhruhurr is Steve Martin's greatest creation, distilling his 'Wild and Crazy guy' persona to its wonderfully brain dead essence.  

Dr Tobias Funke ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT, (2003-2006)

There are so many words which can be used to describe Tobias:

Actor. Blue Man Group stand-in. Security guard. Cleaning woman. Pirate. Analrapist. Did I leave any out?

Dr Rumack, AIRPLANE! (1980)

The Macdaddy of quacks. This guy's main gift is the ability to sound like the highly qualified professional he is not. We wouldn't have him any other way.

A look back at THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH

As well as continuing the Retrograde series of old reviews, this entry is also a teaser for a future Bond-themed post. Till then, enjoy...

Original Release Date: 14-8-2010


“One tires of being executed” 




THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH holds a special place for me since it was the first Bond movie I saw on the big screen. Having spent the year leading up to it watching all of the Bond movies (when you’re stuck on an island where it rains all the time and nightfall is 3 pm you do a lot of strange things), to say I was looking forward to BOND 19 would be an understatement.

After watching the film, I didn’t feel nearly so well disposed toward it. It was frankly too adult for me at the time. After all the flashy pyrotechnics of TOMORROW NEVER DIES, I guess I had been expecting too much. Grim, nihilistic, and boasting one of the most disturbed villains in the series, TWINE was not exactly what you could call fun. With a decade’s distance, however, I think the film is overdue for a re-review.

First things first, this film is not, by any stretch of the imagination, one of the best Bond movies.

Not that I think there is anything inherently wrong with the story itself. Personally, I like it. It's a brave attempt to bring Bond back to reality, as the series periodically does every couple of entries (and as we have seen in Daniel Craig's interpretation of the character).

The problem is simple: the filmmakers try to have their cake and eat it, trying to combine a more realistic dramatic narrative with the series’ typical elements of action, babes, gadgets and one-liners. Not to say that this balance can’t be struck, as the examples of FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY, THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS and GOLDENEYE attest. Even compared to the ‘back-to-basics’ films made with Daniel Craig, Bond 19’s problem is an inability to avoid the worst excesses of the formula. More simply put, it is the attempt to create a character study of Bond while retaining the inherent wish-fulfillment fantasy of the series which is its downfall.

I underline these problems as follows:

a) Casting. When you want to be taken seriously (as a film, as an artist, or as the despotic ruler of one of the less friendly former Soviet republics) you do not hire Denise Richards to headline the show. Especially as a nuclear physicist. And especially when she spends the film dressed like this...

2) Humour. If there is one big problem I have with TWINE, it is the constant stream of crap double entendres. Some of them are good, but why do they have to be in every single, frickin' scene? What makes it worse is that even Brosnan seems to be embarrassed by them. John Cleese is a genius, but, like Richards, is completely inappropriate to the more sombre mood the filmmakers are attempting to create. Which brings me to the film's final problem, this man.

As the film's director, Michael Apted is the man most responsible for what I like and dislike about this film.

The main problem is miscasting. Apted is known for more introspective, performance-based dramas such as COAL MINER'S DAUGHTER (1980), GORILLAS IN THE MIST (1988) and AMAZING GRACE (2006), not the sturm-und-drang of an action adventure film. This results in a film stuck between being a serious, complex thriller and an escapist action film The schism between these twin urges has the unfortunate effect of dissipating the impact of the film as a whole. As neither a thriller or an action spectacle does TWINE feel secure. 

As a filmmaker, Apted simply lacks the panache and style that a Bond film requires. This is a problem which has plagued the series since the Eighties, with only Martin Campbell (GOLDENEYE and CASINO ROYALE) managing the difficult task of combining spectacle with a more dramatic subtext.

However, while Apted is responsible for TWINE's mixed tone, he is also responsible for many of its chief pleasures.

a) The villains

Apted's films are well known for their strong female characters, and he broke new ground by providing the Bond series with its first female Big Bad.

Electra King is one nasty piece of work, seducing an international terrorist, blowing up her dad and attempting to secure a monopoly on Central Asia's oil deposits by nuking Istanbul. And then there's that weird thing she has with ice. Sophie Marceau's performance is excellent, making Electra both a mature, sensual woman and a damaged adolescent with serious Daddy issues. The only (minor) problem with the revelation of her true nature is the way in which it pushes aside Robert Carlyle's grinning nihilist Renard.

Together they are an interesting Macbeth-style double act, with both of them unable to really trust or care for each other. Frankly, Renard and King are the series' last truly great villains, both more complex and interesting than the recent trend of anonymous power brokers which have plagued Britain's Finest.

b) Plot twists

Bond films are not known for their subtlety, and it's not exactly required (though FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE makes a strong argument) and one of the nice things about watching TWINE (I am not typing that title again!) for the first time is some interesting story developments (MI6 is under attack! M is kidnapped! Renard isn't the baddie? Or is he?). 

The filmmakers obviously tried to do something different, and generally speaking, the plot is TWINE's saving grace.

c) The past

This may be lost to most movie goers, but the film's title comes from the book/film of ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE. Producer Barbara Broccoli also highlighted the parallel between the two films: "With Elektra, Bond thinks he has found Tracy [his wife] but he's really found Blofeld."

The use of such a reference only adds to TWINE's sense of melancholy and hidden wounds. While it is never clear whether Brosnan's Bond is the same character who lost his wife at the close that picture, the sense of a painful past that TWINE hints at is a theme common to the Brosnan era (check out the confrontation with 006 in GOLDENEYE), and one which the film doggedly pursues to the bitter end (the scene where Bond has to decide whether to kill Electra).

d) Bond himself

While his interpretation has lost some of its lustre in light of the series' recent direction, Pierce Brosnan remains one of the series best Bonds, and his third film remains, arguably, his best performance as the iconic spy.

I always saw Brosnan as the natural evolution of Dalton's Bond, and in TWINE he excels. Not as dour as the Welshman, nor as flippant as Moore, Brosnan had the right combination of suave sophistication and acting chops to give the character a unique spin. 

While he may never have reached Dalton's intensity, and he didn't have the brutish machismo of Connery or Craig, Brosnan remained his own man as Bond, delivering a more humane version of the character which gelled with audiences in the late Nineties. While the material he worked with was not as strong as it could have been (a fact highlighted in his final turn), Brosnan never hit a false note.

TWINE is probably Brosnan's best performance as Bond. More reflective and less teflon coated than his performances in GOLDENEYE and TOMORROW NEVER DIES, BOND 19 sees Brosnan reveal more vulnerability, tenderness (check out the work he does with Marceau and Judi Dench) and rage (the opening sequence where he wipes the smirk off an arrogant Swiss banker) than had been seen since Dalton's woefully brief term in the role. 

While I'm sure others can come up with other reasons to like/bash BOND 19, it remains an interesting anomaly within the canon (yes, I used that word), sharing the same middle ground between disaster and originality as previous attempts to push Bond and his milieu into a more interesting direction. That being said, previous "noble failures" such as OHMSS (1969) and LICENCE TO KILL (1989) have undergone a critical re-evaluation in the years since their release, and hopefully the same fate awaits THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH. As the saying goes, while it may fail more than most, its failings are greater than most (Bond) films' successes (invisible car! Space marines! Q's pineapple-print t shirt!)

SPECIAL NOTE: Thank you to Rowan French for reminding me that David Arnold's score is another good reason to listen to, as well as watch, BOND 19.

Combining Nineties dance beats with classical orchestration and synthesizers, Arnold manages an effective balance between the timelessness of the original theme with more contemporary textures. Fantastic stuff.