The Hobbit – An Unexpected Journey

When writing a review of The Hobbit – An Unexpected Journey, where does one begin? With Peter Jackson at the helm after many years of back and forth, uncertainty, fan anguish, and jubilation, you are guaranteed a fantastic film and representation of J.R.R. Tolkien’s classic. I could mention how Elijah Wood managed to not age in the past 10 years, or how, even more enviable, neither did Cate Blanchett. I watched one of the limited runs in high-frame rate 3D, and if there was so much as a wrinkle out of place, I would have noticed. More on the HFR 3D in a bit.

This chapter flowed naturally with the LOTR trilogy. That’s certainly a benefit of having the same director on board. (For an example of when it would benefit a series to not have the same guy involved, see Star Wars episodes 1-3.) What you get with The Hobbit is a wonderful cast, solid story, and outstanding cinematography. There is nothing bad I can say about any of that. Surprisingly to no one, this is a long movie – 2 hours and 40 mins long. It doesn’t feel it, other than the occasional butt numbness. There is a lot of character narrative in this first film. We get to see our hero (one Bilbo Baggins) become the *hero* type as the story progresses, through encounters with trolls, goblins, orcs, and, of course, Gollum. (Peanut asked me if Gollum was in this one. I misinterpreted that to mean he liked the Gollum character. In actuality, Gollum freaks him out. And he gets a good amount of screen time. Peanut survived.)

Speaking of cast, I totally had moment of glee when realizing that Flight of the Conchords Bret McKenzie was getting screen time as an elf. He actually was in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King as an elf; no doubt the same elf as in The Hobbit since it was 60+ years earlier. Elves don’t age either. It’s magic. I almost didn’t recognize Bret since the beard was gone, but the eyes gave it away. Does that make me sound like a  creeper? For you Sherlock fans, Benedict Cumberbatch also has a part. Granted, he’s in the movie for 2 seconds, but that’s okay…he has a much bigger role in the next two films.

Now…onto the HFR 3D. For starters, I haven’t been much of a fan of the 3D movement. Gulliver’s Travels gave me a splitting headache when I saw it in 3D. Granted, it was probably the steaming pile of dog doody that was Gulliver’s Travels than the 3D that gave me a headache rather than the technology, but who’s to say? That movie did not need to be in 3D. I didn’t need to see it in 3D or 2D. Also, my youngest sometimes has really bad taste in movies. I’m just saying. Silent Hill 2, in 3D, did not bother my eyes, mainly because SEAN BEAN WAS IN 3D.

You know what? I am a horrible judge of 3D movies. I’m just putting that out there.

Ah, but The Hobbit. Now that has “see me in 3D” written all over it. The 3D was stunning. It didn’t take away from the film at all but really enhanced the experience. The HFR, on the other hand, takes some getting used to. You know how sometimes on the History Channel or Discovery Channel they film these elaborate reenactments? And you can tell that it’s digital and not film because it is just too sharp? That’s kind of how HFR is. It’s ridiculously sharp, almost to the point of being jarring and cartoonish. Everything looks real, shockingly real, as if you’re sitting there looking at 30 foot tall people hanging out in front of you. Film adds a certain softness to the picture that enhances the illusion. HFR would be fantastic in a National Geographic film. But in Middle Earth? It’s a little off-putting. Those first several minutes were the adjustment period. I found myself able to slip back into the film as the story progressed, and every once in a while I would notice it again. Then I would try to not notice it. Then I would notice that I was trying to not notice and it was just a vicious cycle. I couldn’t help but think if this is the way of the future, I ought to get used to it. That’s not to say it was completely wrong for this film. Any CGI that was used seamlessly blended in. I am not a fan of CGI at all, but with the HFR it worked well. I’m still debating on the weird dog CGI. I think I may need to see it in non-HFR 3D to compare/contrast.

Thankskilling

So…this happened:

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I can’t decide if this movie is pure comedy genius or the work of a deranged individual. It includes dialog gems such as “My dad has a huge collection of books. I’m sure he has something on killer turkeys” and “her legs are harder to shut than the Jon Benet Ramsey case” – a joke they used TWICE.

I’m really at a loss on how to describe this movie. It’s so bad, so very bad, but in its awfulness I found myself laughing at the absurdity. Some bad movies are unwatchable. This one was impossible to look away from. It’s almost in the same vein as The Room in that regard.

Oh hell, there is no waxing poetic on a movie about a killer turkey. Enjoy this wonderful tune from the movie instead.

Cinema’s Most Awkward Shower Scene

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Courtesy of Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers, aka the Halloween movie that attempted to explain the motive with bullshit about Druids. I know I always take a shower like a drowning turkey, how about you?
This isn’t the only gem this turkey of a movie gave us. There is also the infamous “if you can’t escape, throw yourself out a window” moment:

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Now, sometimes this really is the only way out. But not right after your stupid kid is getting kidnapped. How are you going to save him if you break a limb? (The kid redeems himself later in the movie but does a lot of wandering off that puts everyone’s life in jeopardy.)

This was also Donald Pleasence’s last performance as Dr. Loomis, considering how he died right after. Shame too. His performance is one of the true highlights of 4,5 and 6, cause the rest of the movies tend to be drivel.

However, the best trivia tidbit of this movie is this one:

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Yes, one Paul Stephen Rudd making his movie debut as a creepy Tommy Doyle. Paul Rudd should be praised for this role as being probably the only person to laugh (albeit, an uncomfortable laugh), as Michael Myers came after him:

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He may also be the first person in this genre who doesn’t do one hit and think the villain is dead. Good on you, Paul Rudd.

Atrocious

Am I asking too much for a decent horror movie? Is it really that hard to come up with a script that doesn’t dissolve into a pile of utter horseshit at the film’s climax? The problem with Atrocious is that it had the potential to be something good. It was a found footage flick, which is getting played out, but it follows Cristian and his sister July who apparently produce a web series on urban legends. They are heading to his family’s vacation home with their parents and younger brother José. The area surrounding the home has an urban legend of itself: the ghost of a girl named Melinda who may or may not drowned in a well and who helps lost folks in the woods. Maybe. Or she may be evil. They didn’t settle on a version of the story. Spoiler alert – it has nothing to do with the film anyway.
That’s where the movie stops being remotely cohesive. What follows are long scenes of filming the dark, or the siblings wandering the woods. The last 15 minutes collapse into a cluster eff of stuff happening, but mostly not on screen, and with a ridiculous twist. It was unsatisfying.
To say the title of the movie is appropriate is an understatement.

ATM

Or, “A Movie of People Making Stupid Choices”

Three people get stuck in an ATM by one initially unarmed man in a big coat. The stalker may or may not be the same person responsible for killing all those people in Urban Legends. They do seem to shop at the same coat store. “Burlington’s for Psychos.”

But hey, what is a stalker/slasher type movie without people making dumb choices? Like, I don’t know, stopping at an ATM in the middle of the night. Or not posse-ing up and kicking the stranger’s ass.

As for our killer-stalker-heavily bundled guy, he’s far too resourceful. Look, I appreciate a resourceful bad guy, but this guy was too coincidentally resourceful. Kinda like the killer in The Collector.

Actually, I suppose other than the fact that the movie is full of people making dumb decisions and that it lacks any real satisfying conclusion, and that it really failed to provide any suspense…no, nevermind. It was bad.

How to Be a Bad Cop

Oh how I love the Bad Cop archetype. It’s one of the most formulaic of all the formula characters! I’ve decided that I’ve seen enough movies to confidently draft up the major key points:

  • Speak very loud and with your angry pants on. It doesn’t count unless you are all HULK SMASH!
  • No donuts. DO NOT EAT THE DONUTS. Donuts are for pansy cops who like their police-work like they like their donuts - with a jelly filling.
  • What is your vice? It is imperative to have some sort of addiction, be that Malboros, bourbon, or weird cartoon porn. Okay, maybe not the cartoon porn, but you have to be a bit freaky.
  • Do not shave. At least, not in any discernable schedule. If you can figure out how to look like you always have about five day’s growth, you are the king of this shit.
  • No time for love, Doctor Jones. You should be divorced, or heading straight towards it. It doesn’t hurt to have alimony and child support issues. Maybe even a restraining order against you from your ex.
  • The past…oh the past. You did something to put your badge on the line. Now the captain has it out for you and is always giving you the ol’ stinkeye while telling his superiors that you have a knack for insubordination.
  • Your partner must be the exact opposite of you. If you are with the eager rookie who is still naive about being a cop, you are in a perfect position to become “bad cop”.

Ode to Patrick Swayze

Earlier this month would have been the 3 year anniversary of Patrick Swayze’s death. Patrick Swayze was always one of those fascinating people to me. He had that good ol’ country boy look to him, and yet he was a dancer — a ballet dancer, no less. He, along with Gene Kelly and Mikhail Baryshnikov, are my go-tos anytime someone wants to say that dancing isn’t manly. Patrick Swayze could play the rough-edged type as easily as he could play the dancing romantic. He was also easily one of my first crushes. Hey, I saw Dirty Dancing. Who among us didn’t wish that we’d meet our own Johnny Castle?

And he clearly had a sense of humor. Who could forget the SNL skit with Chris Farley, which is amongst my favorite SNL skits ever?

After watching Red Dawn this weekend, I’ve decided something about Patrick Swayze. He was hands down one of the most sincere, genuine male criers out of all popular male actors. Name one other male actor who has let himself get so vulnerable while crying that actual snot happened. I’ve never noticed it in Red Dawn until now, but I very vividly remember the scene in North and South when Orry Main broke down sobbing and…well…it happened. It was disgusting, but it was so real!

Patrick Swayze – The Realest of the Real.

By the way, if you have never seen To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar, I implore you to do that ASAP. That movie is pure gold.

My problem with Prometheus

Don’t worry, no spoilers here. Prometheus seems to be a bit polarizing film; I’ve heard people say they love it just as many times as I’ve seen “#$#$@! Ridley Scott!”, which I think is not a good review. I rather enjoyed it, both as a standalone film and as the beginnings of the Alien mythology. Sure, there may have been plot flaws and all that jazz, but what really bothered me is the fact that they made up a younger person (Guy Pearce) to play an old person (Peter Weyland). Why? Whhhhy? I don’t think I fell asleep at any point during the movie, so I’m 90% sure that young Peter Weyland was never featured in the film. Instead of a ridiculous makeup job, why wouldn’t they hire an older actor? I KNOW they have older actors. I did see Cocoon, after all. It never looks right when they put makeup on a young person in the attempt to age them, and this makeup was no exception. I kept wondering why the hell Miracle Max was in charge of the Weyland Corporation.

To better illustrate my point, I’ve created this Venn diagram, because everything is better with a Venn diagram.

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Guy Pearce – Peter Weyland – Miracle Max

Insidious – Complete with Spoilers

I’ve heard both good and bad reviews of Insidious, but surprisingly the good were out-weighing the bad so I decided to watch it all the same, despite the PG-13 rating warning me.

It’s not that it was a bad movie per se. The acting was solid and there were some good jumps. I absolutely loved the investigator crew, which was a nice mix of bizarre and nerdy.

No, what lost it for me was this:

 

The main bad guy in the movie is goddamn Darth Maul!

REALLY? Of all the possibilities of demons and scary shit that could be made, they decide on a Darth Maul look-a-like.

Not scary. Not scary one bit.

Saw Part Who Really Cares

I hate being absent from my own shit. I am behind on podcast editing, behind on posting, behind on damn near everything. All because I’m rocking it in the professional ring. Well, at least I’m rocking it somewhere.

The other night I was attempting to entertain my post-sick self on Netflix and came across Saw..something. VI I think. I can’t remember the last Saw I actually sat through, so I proceeded to head to Wikipedia to “catch up”. Don’t want to be lost during such a cinema masterpiece such as Saw. Ahem.
What I discovered is that I don’t need to watch the other movies. I get the general plot. People are still getting killed. And “tested”. And who gives a shit?
I’m not sure why I even sat through this one, as I don’t care for the series. The first Saw would have been a mediocre film at best without the ending. I did notice that my tolerance for the violence has increased. I mean, seriously, after sitting through “The Human Centipede”, acid and razors and barbed wire just seem boring. What about a test where the poor bastard has to decide which segment of the centipede to assign three random people? Now that would be some fucked up shit.