Showing posts with label rodney ascher. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 14, 2022

Three Films Make A Post: Some movies stay with you forever…and ever…and ever.

Room 237 (2012): Because I didn’t get along with Rodney Ascher’s sleep paralysis doc The Nightmare, I never did get around to this much-praised earlier documentary about a handful of rather intense, sometimes obsessive interpretations of Kubrick’s The Shining. The thing is, Ascher’s neutral and somewhat sensationalizing approach works rather better when used on art than on a medical phenomenon, because there’s no objective truth that could be buried under reams of bullshit, only people and their ideas and emotions when confronted with art that clearly touches something in them deeply. I also prefer the director’s use of archival footage from many a movie to visualise what his interviewees see in The Shining to the bad horror movie re-stagings of the later film.

Of course, now living in a world where QAnon is a thing that has sucked all joy out of conspiracy theories as folklore and turned them into weapons, I do wish the film wouldn’t have included the ravings of that moon landing conspiracy guy, but that’s the sort of thing that can happen to the best of films.

Haunted School: The Curse of the Word Spirit (2014) aka Gakkou no kaidan: Noroi no kotodama: There’s quite a bit of fun to be had with Masayuki Ochiai’s tale of a haunted school experienced through the eyes of three different groups of people whose temporal and spatial connection will only become clear late in the film. The plot is not without interest, and quite a few of the spooky sequences film around the lack of a decent effects budget rather well – this is the sort of film that can do something surprisingly effective with the set-up of a corridor, a mirror, and a soft drink can.

On the negative side, there are a couple more larger speaking roles in the ensemble cast than decently capable actors available – noticeable even if you don’t speak Japanese. Ochiai also has a bit of a tendency to stay way too long in certain scenes late in the movie, apparently assuming that every explanation needs to be iterated at least three times to get into a viewer’s thick skull.

Encounter of the Spooky Kind aka 鬼打鬼 aka Close Encounter of the Spooky Kind aka Spooky Encounters (1980): Inexplicably, I had never seen Sammo Hung’s utterly wonderful pioneering martial arts/ghost movie before this week. It’s my own loss, obviously, for its mixture of incredible kung fu choreography, slapstick, and general weirdness is just as irresistible as one would hope for. Sammo’s in great form in all of his jobs here – actor, director, and choreographer –, jokes are funny (that’s not a given, particularly with the language barrier between the film and this viewer), the martial arts inventive and often funny and brutal at once, and the script about the travails of our protagonist fighting off hopping vampires, black magic and an evil rich guy is zippy, clever, and has a pretty great shock ending as well, leaving this as a perfect example of its genres.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Three Films Make A Post: They were created to save mankind. Something went wrong.

Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow (2004): It’s taken me a good decade to learn to appreciate Kerry Conran’s only feature film. And now I’m thinking “what the hell is wrong with me and why has it been taking me so long”? Of course, in that decade, I consumed a very fair share of the pulps, serials, and comics this is an updated homage to, and gained a bit more knowledge about the people who built the wall this particular ball is bounced off of. Though, honestly, even before that, I should have appreciated the detail-rich production design and costuming, the love and care taken with a peculiar yet effective visual aesthetic, the sure-handed way Conran handles his one-note (but the right one) characters, the fact that – unlike in many a film of this type – Gwyneth Paltrow’s reporter character Polly Perkins actually gets to do stuff beyond looking pretty and being a love interest (although she handles that part rather excellently too), the expert pacing of the one damn and awesome thing after another plot, and so on, and so forth. Seriously, what is wrong with me?

The Nightmare (2015): If you’re looking for an actual documentary about sleep paralysis and the people suffering from it, Rodney Ascher’s documentary won’t be for you, because it basically handwaves away the actual science, concentrates on its mostly cheesy re-enactments of the sufferers’ hallucinations, and ends up with a lot of rambling about Jesus, aliens, and demons, and never makes even the tiniest sceptical or critical gesture towards even the greatest bullshit story. Perhaps, if one doesn’t get quite as annoyed by the film and its approach, one might be mildly creeped out by the archetypal nightmare imagery, but honestly, there are quite a few films admitting they are fiction that are much better at that,

Hangar 10 (2014): I found myself positively surprised by Daniel Simpson’s POV horror film of the UFO persuasion, which makes use of the UK’s favourite UFO incident. It even makes good use of it, actually hinting at various bits of the mythology concerned during the course of the film instead of just waving its hands and screaming UFOs. Like with a lot of POV horror films, there are some moments of mild tedium around the end of the first act but the film actually escalates things from there nicely, going through various POV horror greatest hits but avoiding the most annoying ones and ending in a handful of effectively creepy scenes quite its own.

There’s an actual visual pay-off in this one, too. Add to that Simpson’s ability to frame atmospheric and effective shots while keeping in hand-held consumer camera mode, a decent cast, effectively creepy sound design and subtract the sort of automatic hatred many people have evolved towards the POV form, and you actually have a clever and effective little piece of low budget horror.