Showing posts with label Cars. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Black Moon Rising (1986)

Directed by: Harley Cokeliss

Black Moon Rising delivers a premise we're all accustomed to in B-movie action cinema. Our very honorable government dislikes acquiring objects and information through unlawful means, but they have no issues hiring someone not on a covert alphabet soup agency payroll to do their dirty work. Enter professional thief Sam Quint (Tommy Lee Jones) to steal a highly valuable cassette tape that must contain awfully incriminating evidence against some big company. We know it is seriously incriminating because henchmen goons immediately pursue Quint with blaring automatic weapons to retrieve the tape. From what I gather, this cassette tape is a bootleg pre-release recording of Wham!'s pop masterpiece Music From The Edge of Heaven. I'd chase Tommy Lee Jones with an uzi, too, to keep that album off the black market circa 1986.

With these thugs hot on his trail, Quint manages to briefly escape for a pitstop at a gas station. Bad time for a bathroom break and to satiate that Baby Ruth craving, if you ask me. Nonetheless, Quint finds the perfect place to stash the sensitive cassette. He conceals it inside the hidden panel of a hi-tech prototype car, known as The Black Moon, en route to an exhibition. The car is hot crap because it runs on hydrogen and toplines at 300 mph. Unfortunately, a group of thieves led by female carjacker Nina (Linda Hamilton) heists the Black Moon for car theft ring overlord Mr. Ryland (Robert Vaughn) before Quint is able to get the cassette out. Further complicating matters is that the Black Moon is stored in the ruthless Mr. Ryland's skyscraper stronghold of stolen vehicles, which is something along the lines of a fortress to break into evidently. This leaves Quint with a 72 hours or else ultamatium from our secrective trustworthy government agency to get that tape back.

Black Moon Rising is probably most well known as written by John Carpenter and sold on spec shortly before his filmmaking career ascended. Supposedly the shooting script was heavily changed from Carpenter's original version that was turned in nearly a decade before the film went into production. If you examine Black Moon Rising closely, you can detect small Carpenter narrative threads woven into the story; the central plotline concerns an outlaw commissioned begrudgingly by the government to secure a much desired tape from a dangerous stronghold, reminiscent of Escape From New York. It should also be noted that the film features a strong lead female character not so uncommon to typical Carpenter pictures. Whatever revisions were made, the finished product is still a fun-filled affair. That is provided you can look past story quibbles like questioning Quint's strategy in hiding the tape in a moveable object such as a vehicle that can shatter land-speed records or, you know, in not duplicating the cassette tape.


The film generates the majority of its energy from the action scenes. While they're not exceptional, they are very well done with grittiness and served in abundance. Stylistically, the stripped down action reminds me of a 70s actioner, emphasizing car chases, gunplay and hand-to-hand fights. In particular, there's a nicely developed short fight exchange between Tommy Lee Jones and Lee Ving playing his old-time nemesis Marvin Ringer. Earlier in the film, there's also a simple though quite effective fight scene where Ryland's goon crew pummels Quint to a fairly brutal degree that concludes with a decent little surprise. And before the film wears out its welcome, the premise changes gears to more of a straight-ahead heist movie as Quint must work with the Black Moon creators on a tactical plan to enter Ryland's skyrise to get the prototype speedster back.

Director Harley Cokeliss isn't flashy in his approach, opting to basically stay out of the way and let the action on screen speak for itself without trying to punch it up with intensified editing or indulgent camera tricks. If not for the inclusion of the high powered roadster, Black Moon Rising would feel at home if tabbed as 70s action cinema, which is perhaps indicative of the length between the script's sale and actual production.

Tommy Lee Jones' steely grittiness and subtle coolness anchors the cast and picture. Not to belabor the point, but Jones' Quint feels like he came from the 70s and it's that tone that really permeates the whole and elevates it from falling into zany 80s trappings of the era. It is further intriguing to see a much younger Tommy Lee Jones headlining this style of movie. For me, I see him so much more as the older hardass superior character barking orders whereas here he gets to play the bad ass loner who refuses to take orders. Linda Hamilton turns in strong work as a car thief as well. She subverts the natural inclination to soften her performance by giving into the romantic relationship developed through Quint's character. Rather, she constantly maintains a toughness throughout that doesn't undermine her character nor the film itself. I will say that Bubba Smith nearly steals the show as our secret government agent when telling an innocent bar patron relieving himself harmlessly at the urinal to "put it away and get out" so he can have a private bathroom to conference with Quint.




If there's one glaring weakness, it is that the car of the titular title is not that cool. Black Moon looks like a useless dark wedge of plastic, something akin to a blown-up version of a cheap Matchbox racer. In fact, the car visually comes off as so diminutive that it feels like I could pack it around in one of those Hot Wheels grid-like carrying cases. Perhaps, my dislike for the car derives from the incongruence of a vehicle that screams bad 80s design hot rodding around in a picture giving off an intense 70s vibe. Why can't George Lucas put his digital re-wizardry to work on movies like this and replace Black Moon with a much cooler muscle car?


Make or Break scene - The most standout make scene is probably the car chase sequence that takes place during the film's finale in the skyrise. It isn't mind-blowing, but it does the build-up justice and caps off with a cool little shortcut between two high rises. Despite not finding the car all that cool, the action assists in defining Black Moon as a desirable mode of thievery transport.

MVT - The action. The film keeps offering a steady diet of action bursts, and that's what saves the film from questionable narrative directions and thin characters. Although, it is difficult to pinpoint one element that is predominantly more valuable than another as everyone and everything turns out solidly.

Score - 7/10

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Banzai Runner (1987) Slightly Fast, Partially Furious

When I first found the Banzai Runner VHS tape, I was struck by the cover art, the promise of a film starring Dean Stockwell, and the title which brought up images in my mind. However those images were of either someone illegally smuggling dwarfed trees or Peter Weller starring in the Jim Fix story. Needless to say, that’s not at all what this film is about Instead it’s another in a long line of films about a loose cannon cop who, acting just outside the law, manages to bring down the menace facing the street. In most cops’ cases, the perpetrators would be arsonists, rapists, terrorists, or drug runners. While the last of those subjects is briefly mentioned, Dean Stockwell has a very basic enemy, the North American douche bag in a really fast, really expensive car.

Patrolling the California highways that run to Las Vegas, Billy Baxter (Stockwell) is frustrated with his pokey cop car that won’t even go a third as fast as the sports cars that rule the roads. The new captain isn’t interested in stopping the speeders, and he thinks that Baxter is on some kind of vendetta to find the driver of a black Porsche that ran his brother off the road and killed him. When Billy goes on a 200 MPH joyride, that is finally the last straw and he loses his job. Creditors and his wife’s divorce settlement are both closing in on the former cop as a DEA agent approaches him to go undercover to bring down the “Banzai Runners” who the agency suspects is running cocaine in their car.  Along with his nephew Beck (John Shepard), they infiltrate the culture finding it mostly populated with spoiled boys with fancy toys, but their path finally leads them to the drug dealer Syszek (Billy Drago), the proud former owner of a black Porsche.

Starting in the opening credits, you can tell the most speed involved in the film would be from speeding up the film to make the cars look like they are going a hundred and eighty miles per hour. The good news is it allows you to get over that foible early on, and once accepted, the car chases in the film are enjoyable, not that The French Connection was in any trouble of being dethroned. The problem with Banzai Runners is that for a film about speed it proceeds at a slow, methodical pace taking far too much time for Stockwell’s moody introspection. Take for example the five minute scene where Stockwell, looking as hang-dogged as he can, wanders around his house too sad to summon up the strength to play his trumpet. There’s so much wrong going on here. Where’d the trumpet coming from? Why is he so sad? (The viewer doesn’t find out until two scenes later what’s bumming him out.) Why hasn’t Ziggy told him where Sam has leaped to now?

I’ve seen one other film by director John G. Thomas before, the Michael Parks/Denise Crosby crime thriller Arizona Heat (1988). Based on those two films, I would say that Thomas wanted badly to direct heavy drama, but he could never get any projects off the ground without genre trappings. The scourge of rich guys in fast cars, only one of which seems to be running drugs, is hard to see much of a threat to any cop that wasn’t being played by Dean Stockwell. The plot of the film makes as much sense as something like Raw Deal, but no action star would want to be a film with so little action.  Dean, who I love to see in films like Dune and Blue Velvet, did his best with what he was given. He was easily the bright spot in the film, but when the second best actor was Billy Drago, who appeared here as a villainous mix between Barry Manilow and Martin Short, you’re really in trouble. John Shepherd (Tommy from Friday the 13th: A New Beginning) was among the worst in the film. Playing Stockwell’s nephew Beck, Shepherd got on my last nerve, and the scenes he carried alone with his girlfriend (Dawn Schneider) were the most fatty and unnecessary.

I was hoping Banzai Runner would come across like a prehistoric version of 2 Fast, 2 Furious, but Dean Stockwell is no Paul Walker. Oh, it just hurt me inside to say that. Ok, so Stockwell is leaps and bounds better than Walker (even in this turd), but he just didn’t make much of an action hero. With a few tweaks to the script, a better lead actor (I would have rather seen Michael Parks in this film), and a tightening of the pace, Banzai Runner could have lived up to at least part of the promises made by its poster. The tagline promises easy women (I counted none.), dangerous men (again I only counted the one, other than guys in danger of wearing tacky ‘80’s suits), and exotic cars. When I, with my extremely limited knowledge of cars could identify most of the models, the cars are not all that exotic. Banzai Runner had a lot of promise, but the only thing it does quickly is neglect to make good on any of it.

MVT: I have to go with Billy Drago. Though I could talk little about him (all his action is in the last third of the film), he gave the entire picture a boost by providing some actual menace where it was severely lacking. Even in the brief role, he kept me watching when I was all but about to give up.

Make or Break: Banzai Runner is broken, and what got it that way is the slow, slow pace. The subject matter at hand was fast cars, and the film only manages to deliver three high speed chases, one of which is not really even a chase. I needed to feel intensity from Stockwell. He was supposed to be a man driven by revenge, but he mostly seemed to be driven by the desire to not lose his home. Banzai Runner spent too much time exploring nothing, and not enough time making me give a damn.

Score: 4.25/10.00 This is for die hard car nuts or Stockwell completists only (I know somewhere out there someone loves Dean that much.) For anyone else, there are better car movies, better loose cannon cops, and better movies in which to enjoy Mr. Stockwell.