Posted Apr 14th 2008 7:32PM by Eugene Novikov
Filed under: Foreign Language, Deals, United Artists, Philadelphia Film Festival
One of my favorite films at this year's Philadelphia Film Festival, which is wrapping up now, was the Spanish time-travel thriller
Timecrimes. (Yes, yes, I know, all of you saw it months ago at Fantastic Fest, or Sundance, or whatsuch. Bully for you.) We've
known for a while that an American remake is in the works, courtesy of United Artists, and having seen the film, it's obvious why -- it's a brilliantly conceived, perfectly high-concept crowdpleaser. And now the remake seems to have revved up in earnest:
The Hollywood Reporter says that
Children of Men screenwriter
Timothy J. Sexton has been hired to write the English-language screenplay.
The biggest pitfall here, as I see it, is that the original film is so
simple, almost personal. That's part of its charm. The time travel is a matter of hours, not eons, and the main crisis implicates two guys, not the entire universe (though there are hints of possible larger implications). I hope that Sexton doesn't try to translate the epic scope of
Children of Men -- more epic, as I understand it, than the P.D. James novel on which it was based -- to this very different project.
Sexton is also attached to the beleaguered
Logan's Run remake, but who knows what's going on with that one.
Posted Apr 10th 2008 12:02PM by Eugene Novikov
Filed under: Exhibition, Philadelphia Film Festival
This rant will likely be of interest only to those of you who frequent festivals or are fortunate enough to be able to attend repertory film showings with any regularity. If you do fall into either of those categories, on the other hand, you'll almost certainly be able to sympathize.
I've been spending a lot of time at the
Philadelphia Film Festival this week. Earlier today I went, with some excitement, to see a well-reviewed French action film called
In the Arms of My Enemy. Imagine my disappointment when, upon arrival, I discovered that they did not in fact have a print of the film. Instead, they would be showing it to us from a DVD, which would be projected onto the screen.
Continue reading Fan Rant: Surprise! You Get to Watch a Projected DVD!
Posted Mar 13th 2008 7:32PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Action, Animation, Comedy, Foreign Language, Horror, Independent, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Thrillers, Noir, Mystery & Suspense, Comic/Superhero/Geek, Philadelphia Film Festival
Damn this makes me happy. The
Philadelphia Film Festival has always been known for some very fine "genre-style" programming, from U.S. horror fare to the oddest of offbeat imports. So when programmer Lewis Tice dropped me a press release on the 2008 selections, I dove into the email with much enthusiasm. (More specifically, I muttered "Oooh" and then I read the email.)
As much as I hate re-posting press releases with little or no commentary, the truth is that I'm knee-deep in SXSW awesomeness, so I don't have much time to commentate. And since I certainly wasn't going to let someone ELSE post something about
PHILLY, the sad truth is that you're getting rooked here. Just movie titles and synopses, with none of that oh-so-awesome Weinberg insight. Try not to hold it against the Philadelphia Film Festival that I'm so lame. Check out the list of films after the jump ...
Continue reading Philly Film Fest Announces 'Danger After Dark' Slate!
Posted Apr 20th 2007 5:06PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Foreign Language, Horror, Thrillers, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
Prolific "J-horror" machine
Takashi Shimizu presents (yes, another) collection of creepy kids, contorted creeps and convoluted chaos with
Unholy Women (aka
Kowai onna), a three-part horror anthology that (thankfully) is just entertaining enough to make us forgive the general air of familiarity that permeates two of the three stories. The best thing about these anthologies (and believe me, there are a lot of 'em) is that if one section doesn't blow you away, you won't have to wait very long for it to be over. Taken on a segment-by-segment basis,
Unholy Women is A) not bad, B) very amusingly bizarre, and C) snail-slow and uneventful.
Story one is
Keita Amemiya's Rattle Rattle, and it's an enjoyably simple story about a young woman who gets dropped off by her boyfriend one night, only to spend the next several hours being chased by a really freaky (and amazingly persistent) poltergeist of some sort. The tale moves quickly enough and offers a double-twist ending that doesn't make a whole lot of sense ... but at least it's interesting. The spooky effects are the highlight in this section, although they're nothing an astute J-fan hasn't seen before.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Unholy Women
Posted Apr 20th 2007 11:07AM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Comedy, Drama, Foreign Language, Horror, Tribeca, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
I can think of a lot of adjectives that could adequately describe
Gyorgy Palfi's Taxidermia: absurd, ugly, disgusting, surreal, confusing, arcane, difficult, ponderous, and (intermittently) fascinating. I've no problem admitting that I just didn't "get it," which doesn't mean that I'll blindly dismiss the thing and call it a rotten movie -- nor can I find much praise for the film, either. It's a truly "out there" experience, I'll give the movie that, but unless you've got a pretty strong affection for Hungarian films that deal with sexual deviance, non-stop vomiting, ridiculous obesity and "creative" taxidermy I can't imagine you'd bother with the whole film.
Entirely lacking in what you'd call a "traditional narrative structure,"
Taxidermia is actually sort of an anthology, and the only link between the three stories is the fact that we're dealing with three generations of the same family. (If there's any connective tissue between the miniature trilogy, feel free to let me know what it might be.) I "get" that all three sections deal with the act of expelling things from one's body -- be it fluid, food or vital organ -- but beyond that I'm stuck firmly in head-scratching country. At least Palfi knows how to frame a stylish shot when he needs one ... which is often.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Taxidermia
Posted Apr 19th 2007 9:02AM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Drama, Horror, Independent, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
The always-reliable
Timothy Hutton is front and center in the Spanish sci-fi production
The Kovak Box -- but it's 78-year-old veteran character actor
David Kelly who steals the movie whole. That's not to imply that the pair of performances is all that
Daniel Monzon's flick has to offer; on the contrary, it's quite the nifty little mind-bender that I'd heard it was. Sort of a feature-length
Twilight Zone episode that gets progressively stranger and more aggressive as it plays on,
The Kovak Box is a low-key, compelling and surprisingly crisp little experience.
Hutton plays a famous science-fiction writer named David Norton. He and his girlfriend are attending a conference at a swanky hotel on the island of Mallorca. Things go more than a little haywire after Norton's girlfriend (actually, fiancee by this point) leaps out of the hotel window and splatters herself all over the street. (I'm not spoiling anything; this scene arrives within the first seven minutes.) Meanwhile in another section of the island, a young woman called Silvia picks up her phone, hears a tinny recording of Billie Holiday's "Gloomy Sunday," and promptly leaps out her own window. Unlike Norton's fiancee, Silvia survives her plummet.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: The Kovak Box
Posted Apr 18th 2007 9:07AM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Foreign Language, Horror, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
When
Night Watch made it to U.S. multiplexes (with a promise of
Day Watch and
Dusk Watch firmly made), I didn't expect the (very weird) movie to kick-start an outpouring of Russian genre flicks. And since I'm one of the horror geeks who didn't much care for
Night Watch, I wasn't exactly elated at the prospect of more. Well,
Day Watch hits theaters later this year, and now comes a J-horror-inspired snoozer called
Dead Daughters. which presents perhaps fifteen interesting minutes that have been scattered across an oppressive 119-minute frame.
Truth be told,
Dead Daughters has maybe enough plot to cover a half-decent episode of
Masters of Horror, but the flick just ambles, rambles and wanders its way through an endless litany of pointless conversations and painfully uneventful digressions, which means that whatever potentially compelling concepts it may contain are lost amidst the tedium. It also doesn't help that director
Pavel Ruminov is absolutely and single-mindedly intent on shooting every single scene -- be it conversational, exposition-laden, or scary-style -- with his camera slowly panning from left to right, up and down, sometimes with the camera lens focused firmly on ... nothing. As characters talk we get quivery panoramas of their locations, the camera forever shivering as if the cinematographer was really drunk, really inexperienced, or really pretentious.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Dead Daughters
Posted Apr 16th 2007 1:01PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Drama, Foreign Language, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
A darkly amusing, strangely insightful and very well-acted French romance drama,
Olivier Masset-Depasse's Cages is about how far one person will go to hang on to a passionate love affair that, for a variety of unimpeachable reasons, has simply run its course. It's a movie about that panicky feeling you get when you know the romance has died and, as such,
Cages is almost too personal and painful to truly "enjoy" in the traditional sense, but Masset-Depasse keeps the story moving along briskly -- even if his third act destinations seems ported in from a weirder and less interesting film.
Anne Coesens plays Eve, a paramedic who's madly in love with her bar-owner husband Damien, but when a horrific ambulance accident leaves Eve with a seriously pronounced stutter, she retreats into herself and becomes a silent and self-pitying shell of her former self. After a year passes and Eve is still struggling to form full words, Damien drops a bombshell: He's worried that Eve is no longer than woman he once fell in love with ... oh, and there's a seriously sexy beer distributor called Lea who just might have caught Damien's eye.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Cages
Posted Apr 16th 2007 9:04AM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Comedy, Drama, Independent, Theatrical Reviews, Review Roundup, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
Even if the film festival guides hadn't reminded me that the low-key indie comedy
American Fork came from one of the
Napoleon Dynamite producers ... I think I might have figured it out on my own. That's not to say that the films are all that similar, really, but that they both feature main characters who are grown-ups on the exterior and trapped in a state of perpetually unpleasant adolescence beneath the surface. Not particularly deep beneath the surface, either.
First-time screenwriter
Hubbel Palmer stars as Tracy Orbison, a 6-foot-4-inch massive mound of a young man, and one who has only a few minor things going for him. Tracy seems to enjoy his dead-end job at the local supermarket, and he's got a mother and a sister who genuinely seem to care for the guy, but beyond that Tracy is as insecure, immature and rudderless as a guy can possibly be. The clueless yet strangely ingratiating misfit bounces from hobby to hobby and from acquaintance to acquaintance, desperately looking for something (and someone) to share his time with. Failing that, the guy simply loves to jot away in his journal.
One of Tracy's more recent obsessions is that of acting: He tries to befriend a local actor, a jackass who turns out to be as arrogant as he is insincere -- and Tracy greets the eventual disappointment with a sigh known only to the frequently disappointed. Then he tries to befriend a teenager who just started working at the supermarket -- but the kid's sleazy friends abuse Tracy's good nature in a really terrible way. And then come some seriously unpleasant accusations that have Tracy ducking into alleys, afraid to even show his face in his own neighborhood.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: American Fork
Posted Apr 15th 2007 9:04PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Drama, Foreign Language, Horror, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
You want a movie that'll really test your limits for Japanese genre weirdness? Here it is: Torico's
Wicked Flowers, or as I like to call it: "What
Saw 5 might look like if it were co-directed by
David Lynch,
Rod Serling and the
Pang brothers." Here the target is not merely a group of slacker teenagers, but the the generation as a whole. Yes, all you Xbox-addicted, bong-smoking, living-off-your-parents'-income S.O.B.s ... director Tirico has something he wants to say to the whole lethargic lot of you, and he'll use lures like pretty girls and free video games to get you in the front door.
Here's the simple synopsis: An aimless young guy eats some poisoned pizza, logs into a mysterious online video game, and awakens to find himself in a "real life" video game, where the contestants and the prizes are real -- but unfortunately so are the kills. The kid's given a bunch of crazy rules about dice rolls, puzzle solutions and his competitors, and then it's off to the grungy playing field full of dead bodies and, well, some really weird hosts. Plus, everyone's poisoned, a bunch of machine-gun-toting freaks populate the scene ... and there's this really creepy automated bunny rabbit who tells you what game level comes next.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Wicked Flowers
Posted Apr 12th 2007 10:07PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Action, Drama, Foreign Language, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
Exiled is a movie that demands you pay very close attention for the first fifteen minutes, because the flick doesn't stop to deliver big blocks of exposition or early character development. We open with a half-dozen gun-wielding men. We don't know the good guys from the bad guys or why they're all wielding those guns. An elaborately hectic gun battle breaks out ... and then the surviving combatants drop their weapons and begin renovating an apartment. Yes, seriously. Don't mistake
Johnny To's Exiled for a convoluted or indecipherable affair, though; it's actually quite a simple little story -- but the veteran filmmaker seems to be having some fun by dropping us into the mix without a map and commanding us to keep up.
It's a pretty engrossing first act, I can tell you that much, and if the rest of
Exiled doesn't quite live up to its early promise, there's still more than enough mayhem to keep the gangster fans entertained. Plus it kind of turns into a western in Act III, which I found bizarre but also quite entertaining. The meat of the story is fairly basic: A bunch of childhood friends, now on opposite sides of warring families, must band together to avoid a common enemy. Picture The Dirty (Half) Dozen of Asian mafioso types, and that's pretty much
Exiled to a tee. It's a fast-paced and surprisingly amusing piece from a stunningly prolific Hong Kong moviemaker who really knows his genre stuff.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: Exiled
Posted Apr 11th 2007 9:02AM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Drama, Horror, Independent, Thrillers, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
Last September I was thrilled to sit on the film jury for Austin's awesome
Fantastic Fest. My jury cohorts were Swedish movie producer
Christian Hallman and Texan actor
Wiley Wiggins. I mention these things not to get pointlessly nostalgic, but to let you know what we decided was the
Best Picture of the festival: It was
Simon Rumley's bizarre, chilling and strangely hypnotic
The Living and the Dead -- which isn't a "horror movie" in the most traditional sense, but is a thoroughly disturbing experience all the same. And by "disturbing," I mean: Really twisted, unique and fascinating to puzzle through.
What's most engaging about the decidedly off-kilter
The Living and the Dead is the way in which writer/director Rumley mixes the realistically tragic with the darkly absurd. This is a horror movie about mental illness, drug abuse, loss of parents, fear of abandonment, and the ways in which cancer can erode a whole lot more than just one person's body. The film takes place in a fascinatingly dank and isolated mansion, one that's populated by only three people: Defeated patriarch Donald Brocklebank, his mentally-challenged son James, and his cancer-afflicted wife Nancy. Strapped for cash and with the family estate on its last legs, Donald must travel away from his crumbling estate in an effort to raise some much-needed health-care money. The plan is for Nurse Mary to check in and tend to Nancy's needs, but the over-medicated James has, ahem, other plans. Suffice to say that James sees himself as a completely reliable member of the household, when the truth is actually that ... he's not. Like, at all.
Continue reading Philly FF Review: The Living and the Dead
Posted Apr 9th 2007 5:02PM by Scott Weinberg
Filed under: Horror, Theatrical Reviews, Cinematical Indie, Philadelphia Film Festival
I first caught
Maurice Deveraux's End of the Line at the "screener bank" of the
2006 Toronto Film Festival. Here was a horror flick that was not playing as part of
TIFF's "Midnight" slate -- because it was a Canadian production and the festival likes to keep the native flicks as part of their own category. And it's kind of a shame, too, because if
End of the Line had had the "Midnight Selection" cachet behind it, the flick might have gained a bit more well-deserved attention. (Counter-point: The rather sloppy anthology flick
Trapped Ashes DID play as part of the "Midnight" line-up, and it's also here at the
Philadelphia Film Festival -- but more on that movie later in the week.)
A perfectly entertaining, surprisingly vicious and (get this) somewhat unique spin on apocalyptic horror,
End of the Line isn't likely to earn itself a big groundswell of praise, or even a minor slice of cult status, but it is a pretty nifty little terror tale all the same. It's about a ultra-religious wacko cult that decides tonight is the final night for humanity, and so all at the same time, all over the city, the cult kooks break out their daggers and begin stabbing people all over the place. "All over the place" also includes one particularly chaotic subway train, which is where most of
End of the Line takes place. (Hence the title "End of the Line," which is a connection I just made four minutes ago.)
Continue reading Philly FF Review: End of the Line
