Monday, 30 May 2011

You Can Lead An Alien To Water, But You Can't Make It Think



Alien 3 is the difficult middle child of Fox's science fiction/horror franchise. Upon it's release in 1992 it was dismissed as an inferior work to Ridley Scott's original and James Cameron's classic sequel, but as time has passed (especially since the release of shitburger Alien Resurrection, Alien 3 is seen in a more sympathetic light. It certainly doesn't make it easy for a fan of the first two movies to like it, as it dispenses with barrels of audience goodwill from the outset...but not all of these perceived negatives diminish the film.

1/ First off, the survivors of Aliens, Newt, Hicks and finally Bishop are dispatched very quickly meaning we'll never again see the continuing adventures of this makeshift family. Also, it seems impossible from the ending of the first film that an alien egg could have got on board the Sulaco, Ripley's ill fated space ship; it feels like the script is treating the audience like idiots right from the opening 100 seconds, hoping we'll not notice the massive plot contrivance, in order that the studio can cynically bleed us dry of our cash.

2/ Then there's the story itself which, instead of expanding the threat or mythology of the creature like Aliens did by introducing the Queen, shrinks back down to the familiar structure of the first Alien movie. This means, unlike Aliens where the characters are proactive from the start since they all know what awaits them (a bughunt), nearly everybody is clueless and reactive until half way through. Therefore the audience spends an hour shouting at the screen, "It's a bloody alien!! Isn't anybody paying attention!!"

3/ The characters are unbelievably stupid. Ripley hides the possibility of the Alien from the outset, for no good reason. She knows the alien is with her on the planet Fury 161 from the burn mark on her cryotube. She obviously wants to save herself and the inhabitants judging by the actions she takes later on, so why doesn't she tell them immediately? She then sleeps with Clements for no good reason. Using sex as a device to deflect a probing question doesn't wash for me. If it was a new character, other than Ripley, that was horny or lonely, then I might concede, but having Ellen Ripley, a serious and focused character established and refined over two previous films, wanting to leap into bed with a stranger (on a lice infected planet when she's suffering from hyperspace sickness) then you're having a laugh. And when Superintendent Andrews is finally told about the Alien he ignores her for no good reason, even though he's received a priority communication from the company (which he's never ever got before) which would inform him of Ripley's importance. Unlike Ralph Brown's 85, Brian Glover doesn't play Andrews as dumb, but his actions most certainly are.

4/ The largely British cast doesn't always work in it's favor. There's the Bernard Bresslaw Factor (named after the Carry On film actor whose work in Krull pointed out thar Brit actors are uncomfortable spouting corny American lines of dialogue) which is in full effect, especially with the swearing. The actors are a fine bunch, but they don't seem to be able to convincingly mouth the profane dialogue, even with Brit-specific cursing like, "WANKERS!"*

Also, since most of the cast are British, and all are dressed similarly with shaved heads, it gets very difficult to tell them apart. And with little attempt to distinguish between the 25 prisoners in the script, it gets to be very challenging to work out who's who when they're madly running up and down corridors in the final act. It's only Charles S Dutton, in a key role, and Danny Webb's rise to prominence near the end that get to shine. Paul McGann's part is cut in the theatrical version down to a few scenes and poor Pete Postlethwaite is relegated to standing around in the background and getting eaten.

5/ The film is unapologetically bleak and builds to a downer ending. This is where I start defending the film. It might be depressing to have your franchise's hero get killed/commit suicide, but at least it's a brave and interesting path for a multi-million costing/earning film series to follow. The final third of the movie as Ripley wrestles with the fact she has a chest-burster inside of her is the most powerful and riveting aspect of the story, so downer ending be damned. The same can be said for the bleak tone in general...after all, this is a horror film franchise (as much as Aliens tried to convince us it was all about the action). The grimness of the story, the grubby squalor of the production design, the murky browns and earth tones of the cinematography, and the hopelessness of Ripley's situation all add up to a ballsy and unique feeling film for a major studio franchise, and that's to be applauded.

6/ The production design, at first glance, seems to lack imagination partly being inspired by the tiled interiors of Victorian hospitals interiors, complete with wrought iron, spiral staircases. But again, I think this just adds to the originality of the film and helps sell the neglected, non-technological nature of the facility (after all, Ripley is constantly told nothing works there). The more futuristic side of the art direction, by Empire and Raiders Norman Reynolds, is top notch work with the smelting works set up there with the scale of the space-jockey set from the first film.

8/ Elliot Goldenthall's moody and operatic, choir-like score is a major plus, selling the monk-like lifestyle the planet's population have taken on. In addition the oddly timed editing and frequent use of slow motion gives the film a nightmarish, surreal quality that sets it apart from it's predecessors. Apart from a few dodgy spaceship shots, the effects work, both the mechanical stuff by Gillis and Woodruff and the visuals FX by Richard Edlund's crew, are top of the range. H.G.Giger's creature design in particular, whether a man in a suit or bluescreened rod puppet, is more authentic and animalistic in Alien 3, behaving more like a bizarre predatory lion than the hive insect of Aliens or the demon from hell of Alien.

9/ David Fincher, on his first feature film gig, was definitely a great choice as director. The strong and consistent look and tone of the film are entirely down to him and it's to his credit that the way the story is told is as successful as it is (even if the plot he been sadly dumped with is deeply flawed). But, as mentioned before, the story is a mess with under developed supporting characters, stupid motivations and limited opportunities for action. One can't help but wonder what a Fincher Alien movie would be like with full control over the script and minimal studio interference. As it stands it's a bit of a hodge podge of great bits and rubbish bits.

Of the great there is the early funeral scene, which is juxtaposed with the 'birth' of the alien. And the flash fire sequence through the crawlspaces and corridors of the facility is impressively furious and grandiose. On the flip side there's no sense of geography in the showdown as the prisoners try and bait the alien down the maze of corridors towards the deadly lead furnace. It works to Alien 3's advantage to begin with that it's confusing where they, and the alien, are located...since that's what they're experiencing. But as the plan starts to work, then so should are sense of geography....and that never happens. Tension is replaced with frustration since we're never sure how close to their goals the suicidal monks actually are. Still, Fincher instills pace, urgency and tons of gore into the set-piece, so it never fully sucks.

10/ Finally, it's worth checking out the special edition of Alien 3. It's certainly not essential, and it's inclusion only serves to reinstate a ton of needless filler as well as two more very, very stupid character decisions (prisoner Morse releasing prisoner Gollick and then Gollick then releasing the alien itself!) However, the opening sequence as Ripley is rescued from her crashed escape pod does give you a more impressive insight into the drudgery on Fury 161. From a supporting movie perspective, I can't recommend enough the making of documentary in the DVD boxset. From the very troubled development with directors Renny Harlin and Vincent Ward to the frantic clustercuss of filming, to the film's disappointing reception, it's a frank look at how not to make a blockbuster.

So there you have it; stylish beyond reproach, atmospheric, beautifully bleak but lacking in originality and a tight, compelling narrative. Given more time and a director with the clout and experience to stand up to the studio, Alien 3 could have been the third classic in a row for this franchise. As it stands it's a bold and shiny car crash.

* To give Alien 3 some credit, Danny Webb's criminal Morse does get to proclaim one the best onscreen curses in cinema ever. When the alien snatches Brian Glover through the canteen ceiling, Webb picks up a dining room chair and remarks, "FUCK!" in a perfectly pitched and timed exclamation. Nice one.

Twisting Titties From Dusk Till Dawn



Some films are more entertaining than others when watched in a movie theatre with a collective audience. With something like Aliens, you can enjoy the sight of your fellow viewers jumping a mile out of their seats in a scary bit or cheering at their heroes when they emerge to save the day. With something like The Naked Gun you can revel in a huge room full of people falling out of their seats, roaring with laughter. And with From Dusk Till Dawn you can witness the confusion and discontent of a paying audience as a mid-movie shift in tone and genre occurs.

Dusk gives you two brilliant genre movies for the price of one...like the later Tarantino/Rodriguez collaboration Grindhouse, except skillfully merged into a single narrative. The first hour is a dark, edgy, suspense filled crime drama as Seth and Richie Gecko flee for the Mexican border after a bloody bank robbery. Tarantino's script is littered with interesting characters, black humour and his trademark conversations that are bursting with tension, without the need to have a gunfight or a punch up. He's matched by Robert Rodriquez's career best direction and some unorthodox editing which makes you feel on-edge and fully engaged.

The second half twist reveals Dusk is actually a latent horror film, with a Carpenter-esque anti-hero Seth Gecko (a career defining/A-list movie star debuting George Clooney) and pals under siege from Mexican Vampires). Rodriquez switches the tone to a much more silly, more inventive Evil Dead 2-style with blood, gore and snappy one liners being the order of the day. Enter Fred Williamson and Tom Savini for some amusing, hard boiled comic relief while Tarantino's script manages to double the spectrum of Vampire mythology finding a dozen new ways to dispatch the bloodsucking undead.

The icing on the cake is a bad ass Mexican flavored rock soundtrack highlighting the work of ZZ Top and Tito and Tarantula, the amusing multi-character playing abilities of Cheech Marin, while elsewhere, Salma Hayek hypnotises in perhaps the sexiest scene ever to be captured on film. A crazy little monster/crime mash up that's a celebration of family and a rediscovery of faith story. It's still my favorite Rodriguez movie and something I never get bored of rewatching, again and again and again.

Rock & Grohl



I've been a big fan of the Foo Fighters since their first album, but I'll be honest in that I didn't know that much about the band itself until I saw the insightful documentary Foo Fighters: Back And Forth. It's a full chronological history of the band from founding member Dave Grohl's early history in Nirvana, through the turbulent changes in the band's line up in the late 90's, to the successes and challenges that they've faced over the past decade. Of course there's plenty of Foo's tunes to accompany the drama and it's also an opportunity to see how key songs were written, recorded and developed.

Frank, fun and fascinating in equal measure, this is well worth watching whether you're a fan of rock music or not.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Me And My Shadows



Brad Anderson, the helmer behind The Mechanic and frequent Fringe collaborator, jumps back to big screen directing duties with Vanishing On 7th Street. It's a creepy Twilight Zone-style apocalyptic drama set in a world where the vast majority of people have simply vanished without a trace. The few survivors that remain are gradually picked of by the darkness and shadows that once enveloping their prey, cause them to vanish too.

The first third is atmospheric and unnerving, with Anderson keeping the dialogue to a minimum. The second act focuses more on character, as the survivors (Hayden Christensen, Thandie Newton, John Leguizamo and newcomer Jacob Latimore, gather in a bar where they remain, under siege, until the climax, where things go to hell. The situation is an opportunity to explore different people beliefs with some thinking the events are 'random' while others argue it's the work of 'God'. Indeed, there seems to be an interesting religious subtext going on with all the characters having biblical names, and the disappearance of everybody might be something akin to The Rapture or, more likely, a Noah's Ark cleansing of the earth. The religious argument is strengthened even further with the film ending in a church with the last survivors being two children; perhaps the pure and innocent neo-Adam and Eve that are to provide a new beginning?

Whatever the hell it's about, Vanishing is a eerie little suspense movie that plays like a zombie siege movie (without the zombies) or a version of The Happening if done properly. Cool.

The (LIMITLESS) Hangover



I'm not the greatest Bradley Cooper fan. The guy usually comes across as as cocky and smug without the charisma and likability to warrant his over confidence. But with Limitless, a 'what if' science fiction drama, he's found a role where he doesn't have to try and be funny and fail (The Hangover) or try and be a heroic leading man and fail (The A-Team). Cooper instead fully engages in a role that would have been snapped up by Tom Cruise back in the early '90's when his lazy, wannabe writer discovers a new, off the market pill which can allow him to utilize 100% of his brain capacity from reasoning, deduction, memory and processing power.

Surprisingly well executed, the movie explores the trials and tribulations of taking drugs, greed, excess and over-confidence as well as a little social commentary on the capitalist political landscape. It's tightly written, breathlessly directed with truck loads of imaginative camera moves, including many brilliantly original effects shots, to get the audience into the frame of mind of an addict on the mega-drug DZT.

Robert DeNiro seems wasted in a supporting role and only comes into his own in the final scenes, but it's Suckerpunch's Abbie Cornish who brings the screen alive; surely one of the hottest, most talented actresses working today? A great little movie with brains, tension, style and a great turn from Bradley Cooper. Could the possibilities be limitless?

Who'd Have Known The Unknown Wouldn't Be Known



SPOILER ALERT

I knew right from the start, thanks to the trailer, that Liam Neeson's latest Joel Silver produced thriller Unknown was one of those high concept stories that relied on a big, old, M Night Shyamalan twists at the end. I also suspected that that twist would be completely bonkers thanks to the participation of director Jaume Collet-Serra who directed the also-nutty Orphan. Given these facts, I imagined the most bizarre twist ending I could and then just settled in to await the inevitable finale.

Afterward, it was with great relief that I wanted to wrap my arms around Unknown and give it a huge hug and a gert big kiss to say thank you. Thank you for not having a philosophical or brain hurting supernatural twist like Jacobs Ladder or Vanilla Sky. I am so so glad I was wrong because it meant that the viewing experience was worthwhile...I got something out of it.

What you do get is an hour and a half Hitchcockian thriller with an out-of-his-depth everyman fighting for his life and identity, alone in an unfamiliar foreign city (Berlin). The twist basically delivers a film which is like this, this or this...except with the key plot point delivered at the end, rather than at the beginning. It's got a slick Euro feel, delivers it's thrills with suspense and drama rather than an abundance of action and rollicks along dependably for it's running time.

But most of all it's plot twist makes sense, is far more credible than the fantasy I conjured up, and it'll keep you engaged and guessing. Not bad at all.

I Am (A Big Steaming Pile Of) Number Twos



Twilight has a lot to answer for. This year alone, the turgid dreariness that is the Twilight Saga has inspired Beastly, Red Riding Hood and Dreamworks Pictures I Am Number Four. The later is a cross between Smallville (teen alien wrestles with the onset of super powers, unrequited puppy love and school issues) and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (teen moves covertly from one town to another with unstoppable killers in pursuit). The problem is, if you're doing a High School/Small Town drama you want the wit, originality, realism and energy of Buffy, not Smallville.

I Am Number Four is dull, lifeless and predictable for the most part. The cast are dull with Alex Pettyfer being fine but unremarkable, Timothy Olyphantastic ditto, and Dianna Agron being sweetly pretty but not much else.

It's only when the only character with a personality, Teresa Palmer (hot, sassy, cynical and kickass), turns up along with the bad guys (like evil Kryptonians...or rejects villains from I Come In Peace) in the last 25 minutes do things become interesting...and that's over with pretty quickly. Then, like the smug leading man, the film arrogantly sets itself up for a sequel, which it'll never get.

Glossy, well made, unimaginative, teen crap.