Showing posts with label Nick Cassavetes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nick Cassavetes. Show all posts

Thursday, October 9, 2025

Only now does it occur to me... THE WRAITH (1986)

Only now does it occur to me... that THE WRAITH is the only opportunity you'll have to see the ghost of Charlie Sheen wearing a faux-H.R. Giger stillsuit 

 

and seeking revenge on a gang of the world's oldest teenagers, a utopian coalition of punks, jocks, nerds, tweakers, and middle-aged bad boys,

 including everyone from Clint Howard with an ERASERHEAD hairdo

to a smug and scenery-devouring Nick Cassavetes.

 

Throw in Randy Quaid as the surly Sheriff and between this Sheen/Cassavetes/Howard/Quaid nexus, you begin realize that almost everybody involved has a significantly more famous relative!

 

This is technically a horror movie, but it has a lot more in common with MAD MAX or HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER, as it's a part-sci-fi/part-supernatural/part-Western inflected revenge actioner featuring a vigilante specter driving a cyberpunk murder car around the American Southwest. It's an '80s movie that's drenched in nostalgia for the 1950s; so much so that the inciting incident is "murder by drag race." It's set in Tucson, Arizona (like the '80s Cannon giallo, WHITE OF THE EYE!) so there's plenty of saguaro cacti

 

and roadside charm.

 

Large chunks of the film take place at "Big Kay's Burger," an AMERICAN GRAFFITI-style teen drive-in hangout with roller-skatin' waitresses,

 

 

and at one point there's an extended "Makin' Burgers" montage set to Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love"

 

which is a nice reminder that the director (Mike Marvin) also directed the (very real) HAMBURGER: THE MOTION PICTURE.

There are a number of John Carpenter references sprinkled throughout: the supernatural car element certainly speaks to CHRISTINE, at one point someone describes ghost-Charlie Sheen as "weird and pissed off" (referencing a line of dialogue from THE THING), and Randy Quaid's character is named "Loomis," like Donald Pleasence from HALLOWEEN.

I would also be remiss if I didn't mention Sherilyn Fenn ("Audrey Horne" from TWIN PEAKS), who is trapped in a love triangle between ghost-Sheen and the man who killed him (Nick Cassavetes). Here, Fenn has none of the stylish charm that defines and elevates her iconic role in TWIN PEAKS (this particular role is severely underwritten, and all of her scenes with Charlie Sheen were rushed into a single day's shoot), and the best part of her performance is probably the parade of terrible/amazing Southwestern '80s outfits they forced her to wear.

 
Lotta fringe  

 
Were there supposed to be pants? 


Spray-tan overdose

Also, word on the street is that Oliver Stone hated THE WRAITH, and believed that Sheen's presence in such a B-movie would make a negative impact on PLATOON's Oscar chances. He didn't need to worry, as he still walked away with a Best Director statue, and PLATOON won Best Picture. (I'd have given it to THE MISSION or A ROOM WITH A VIEW, myself.)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Film Review: BLIND FURY (1989, Philip Noyce)

Stars: 4 of 5.
Running Time: 86 minutes.
Tag-line: "He may be blind, but he don't need no dog."
Notable Cast or Crew: Rutger Hauer, Terry O'Quinn (Locke on LOST, THE STEPFATHER, SILVER BULLET), Nick Cassavetes (son of John, FACE/OFF, QUIET COOL), Meg Foster (THEY LIVE, LEVIATHAN, STEPFATHER II: MAKE ROOM FOR DADDY), Noble Willingham (THE LAST PICTURE SHOW, THE HUDSUCKER PROXY), Randall 'Tex' Cobb (former heavyweight, RAISING ARIZONA, DIGGSTOWN, the WALKER TEXAS RANGER finale episode), Rick Overton (Franjean the Brownie in WILLOW, GROUNDHOG DAY), Sho Kosugi (REVENGE OF THE NINJA, ENTER THE NINJA, NINE DEATHS OF THE NINJA).
Best one-liner: "I also do circumcision."

Despite the fact that Japan's ZATOICHI series had persisted for 26 films and 112 television episodes, it took seven years of shopping the script to American studios in order to make this re-imagining actually happen. And the straw that broke Tri-Star's back? "He may be blind, but he don't need no dog." Yes, it was the profound utterance of that sheer Miltonian poetry which secured the funding: not a script, not Rutger Hauer, not Terry O'Quinn (or should I say 'Terrance O'Quinn,' as the credits do?). At least that's how the story goes. Maybe that's a good starting-off point: "He may be blind, but he don't need no dog." I guess I'm okay with that. Written by Charles Robert Carner (GYMKATA) and directed by Philip Noyce (PATRIOT GAMES, CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER), this movie is pretty much exactly what you'd expect. Closest in structure to the 17th Japanese film, ZATOICHI CHALLENGED, BLIND FURY is nonstop rip-roaring-Rutger Hauer-blind swordsman action.
He lost his vision on the battlefied in 'Nam. Bloodied and abandoned, he stumbled into a village where they healed and trained him for the next several years in the Vietnamese (?!) art of blind swordsmanship.
(All of this plot is finely condensed into the opening five minutes, though we do receive some additional 'Nam flashbacks as the story proceeds.) Cutting to the present-day, Rutger is wandering around with his walking stick, looking like a real goofball. Headphones, trench coat, backpack, sunglasses, and a silly red ball cap. It's quite an ensemble.
His stick strikes an alligator on the side of the road. "Nice doggy," says Hauer as he steps across the reptile and he continues on, apparently oblivious to his brush with death.
As events later in the film will later confirm, Hauer's character, Nick Parker, is so finely attuned to his surroundings that, even without sight, he can gauge how many men are in a room, envision what sorts of weapons they might have, predict a projectile's trajectory, and then kick/kill their asses with the blade hidden in his cane. This leads me to believe that of course Hauer knew that he was stepping over an alligator, and only said "Nice doggy" for his own personal amusement (and for the gator's as well?). We get a sense of Hauer in action as soon as he steps into a ramshackle Floridian bar and grill.
A local punk pulls the old "switch the blind man's mild sauce with the hot sauce" routine, and he and his buddies soon find themselves curled up in the corner, grasping their balls in pain, and wishing they'd never fiddled with cinema's most dangerous Dutchman.

A plot soon emerges: Vegas mobster-types dangle Terry O'Quinn from a great precipice (an image which may be of interest to LOST fans.)
Terry O'Quinn (as Frank Devereaux) incurred a vast gambling debt at a crooked casino, and the local criminal empire would like Devereaux, who happens to be a chemist, to basically cook up an obscenely large batch of crystal meth for them, presumably to sell on playgrounds or convents or wherever the most evil place to peddle illegal drugs happens to be. Well, right at this moment, Hauer- his old war buddy– happens to be visiting his Florida home. O'Quinn is in Vegas being tortured by mobsters at the moment, but since Hauer is a big fan of the drop-by, he decides to have some tea with his old lady and his kid. O'Quinn's wife here is played by Meg Foster (a.k.a. The Evil Chick from THEY LIVE), and oddly this isn't the first time they've played spouses (also see: STEPFATHER II: MAKE ROOM FOR DADDY).
She's also in possession of some of the most eerily striking eyes in film history. Maybe she shoulda played the blind person. Tragedy strikes in the form of Randall 'Tex' Cobb (as the redunkulous villain, 'Slag'), and despite Hauer's best limb-slashing efforts, he's unable to completely avert calamity.
Now Hauer is on the road with O'Quinn's kid, and the side-splitting antics– set to what sounds a lot like the score from DRIVING MISS DAISY– begin to ensue. As always, Hauer really delves deeply into the role. There's a hell of a lot of lip-pursing and brow-raising and eye-squinting, but instead of coming across as over-the-top, it's simply a means for Hauer to externalize our key suspension of disbelief– that a blind man can achieve near-supernatural feats of swordplay.
You feel the weight of it, too. While this film is certainly no stranger to slapstick (a statue gets Venus de Milo'd, etc., etc.), occasionally the script decides its time for a stock 'emotional scene.' Frequently Hauer and O'Quinn elevate these scenes to levels of truthful artistry which I can't imagine the makers actually intended (more on that in a bit).

Anyway, Hauer is en route to Vegas with the kid. They're pursued by mobsters who want to kidnap the child in order to more easily coerce O'Quinn into freebasing those mountains of crystal meth I was talking about earlier. Their dynamic is fun to watch, and will make you yearn for a less politically correct era of filmmaking. The kid is a dick. Always ribbing Hauer, trying to steal his seat on the bus, poking fun at him for being blind. But, as many a great Golan-Globus film has shown us, there's a great catharsis to be had in the depiction of a bratty kid getting his comeuppance. Just take this scene, for instance:
It's fantastic! Hauer and the kid facing off through a series of dangerous pranks tempered by vaguely offensive schadenfreude. Note the gleeful enthusiasm with which Rutger relishes the idea of the kid perhaps breaking his kneecap, the petulant gusto with which the kid tries to asphyxiate Hauer, the reversals of derisive laughter, and the natural joy we feel as an audience when Rutger regurgitates the rock and thwacks the kid on the temple.
Is it wrong to feel this way? No! It's in the service of a growing paternal bond between Hauer and the kid. How can that be wrong? It's beautiful! In fact, how dare you question their heartwarming relationship!

I will now pontificate on some brutal low blows of note.
Yeah, there are certainly quite a few of them in this flick. And most notably: an excruciating, skewering, sword-delivered stab to the nuts. I call it- the "Shish Ke-Lowblow."
YAHHHHHHH


More villains join the fray. Nick Cassavetes and Rick Overton, in a nod to Peckinpah, play Lyle and Tector Pike, two nefarious, bickering brothers who are essentially couple of Keystone Kowboys. "I'm gonna put that blind man in a wheelchair!" They kind of feel like they should be villains in a WAYNE'S WORLD movie, but since they're already here, let's just go with it.
Rutger Hauer- not a fan of THE NOTEBOOK.

Along the way, there's the best cornfield chase since NORTH BY NORTHWEST (or at least since PRIME CUT), a nettlesome wasp is sliced in two, a vexing eyebrow gets the cane sword treatment, and Rutger gets to blind-drive a van the wrong way down a one-way street ("Billy, navigate!").
Note the juxtaposition of Rutger's glee and the screaming passenger's terror.

Angered by the lack of progress by his dunderheaded minions who "can't even catch a blind man and a kid," the head of the criminal empire (played by Noble Willingham) demands Bruce Lee. "Bruce Lee is dead!," his flunky retorts. "Then get me his brother!" Suddenly, the one and only SHO KOSUGI shows up in his employ!
His origin is never adequately explained, so, as an audience, you're kind of wondering if he's actually supposed to be Bruce Lee's brother. Hauer recognizing him as Japanese after touching his eyes (yikes) would seem to debunk this idea, but this is BLIND FURY, so it's still hard to say.

Oh, didn't I promise to talk more about some real emotional stakes here in BLIND FURY? Well, here goes. The film begins to flesh out some back story for Hauer and O'Quinn.
They were best buds back in Da Nang, but a case of apparent heat-of-the-moment cowardice on O'Quinn's part may or may not have something to do with Rutger's sightlessness.
There. Now with that baggage, rethink Rutger's drop-by. Not having seen each other since the incident in question, one could imagine that their reunion would be a minefield of pain, regret, and introspection. But can you imagine that reunion in the context of a movie which has more in common with ENTER THE NINJA than THE DEER HUNTER? Well, I would say- never underestimate the indescribable pathos of Terry O'Quinn or the emotional intimacy of Rutger Hauer.
These freeze frames don't exactly do it justice, but you probably have an inkling of the virtuosity on display.

Anyway, it ends with a sword fight over a hot tub.
I feel like I say this a lot, but – shades of REVENGE OF THE NINJA? I mean, that movie packs in more jacuzzis per minute than any comparable martial arts film. Did Sho ask for the hot tub's inclusion, or was Noyce merely tipping his hat to Golan-Globus?

Anyway, that really sums it all up. Utter absurdity and poignant, impassioned characterizations collide. See it all in BLIND FURY.

-Sean Gill

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Film Review: QUIET COOL (1986, Clay Borris)

Stars: 3.9 of 5.
Running Time: 80 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: James Remar (THE WARRIORS, 48 HRS., DEXTER, RENT-A-COP), Daphne Ashbrook (THE O.C.), Chris Mulkey (Hank Jennings on TWIN PEAKS), Nick Cassavetes (FACE/OFF, director of THE NOTEBOOK), Adam Coleman Howard (RIDE ME, DEAD GIRL), Joe Sagal (BARB WIRE, THE HIDDEN).
Tag-line: "A New York Cop. A kid from California. They're caught in the middle of a deadly business. It can get you rich, get you high, or get you dead. QUIET COOL. Where there's smoke...there's fire." That's a mouthful.
Best one-liner: "Oh, boy....I bet this snot-catcher of yours took a long time to grow, huh?"
So you want to see a sweaty, half-naked James Remar aerobicizing to some rockin' tunes? Well, you've come to the wrong place––go check out RENT-A-COP. But, while you're here, do you want to see Remar holding a mustachioed fat man at gunpoint, taking nail scissors, and forcibly trimming the dude's ginormous, bushy whiskers... just to be a dick?

How ‘bout seeing a motorcylin' Remar chasing a roller-skatin' purse snatcher into the subway, back out again, and then grabbing said miscreant by his belt loops and flinging him into the river? Hot damn!

"You have the right to remain–"


"WHOOOOAAAAAAA"

Remar, well-known for playing heavies (THE COTTON CLUB, 48 HRS, etc.) and later for supporting roles on cable TV (SEX & THE CITY, DEXTER), was rarely given the chance to be a leading man. Lucky for us, QUIET COOL affords him such an opportunity. Now, I'm generally rooting for Remar either way, so when he's the good guy, it just saves me the trouble of having to morally compromise myself. Anyway, Remar’s NYPD cop heads to the Pacific Northwest to bust up a ring of brutal pot growers who are causing his ex-girlfriend distress. The villains are immaculately costumed and well-coiffed. They apparently live in the forest and are always lookin' for trouble. Kinda like THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK, we got a snowy blonde, fiery red, and raven-haired trio of tuff guys (including Nick Cassavetes and TWIN PEAKS' Chris Mulkey) who look like they'd be more at home singing back-up vocals for Wham! than brandishing assault rifles in the great outdoors.

Remar's just motorcyclin' through the forest with his l'il buddy, then–


HOT GUYS


CROOZIN'


4 TROUBLE

Taking stylistic cues from Sergio Leone, the 'epic staredowns' take on an entirely different quality in this context, heightening the sexual tension to unthinkable levels. Remar even teams up with an orphaned, junior-league Rambo (Adam Coleman Howard) who’s always gazing longingly at his new father figure.


Remar––and the audience––are initially confused by these advances.

I’ll bet that the director told him to keep thinking intensely about the horror of losing his parents, but instead it translates as an open-ended invitation to his bedroom.


"Hey!"


"What?"


"Eh?"


"Well..."


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