What Posessed These People?

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What Posessed These People?

No Comments 11 January 2012

By Blair Jackson
From the opening scene — a pathetic re-enactment of a supposedly “real” 911 call — “The Devil Inside” flops in a big way. Under the pretenses of being filmed as a documentary, this movie lacks both the plot and cinematography of the horror films from which it has drawn inspiration.

Though used before 1999, the handheld camera technique exploded onto the horror scene with “The Blair Witch Project.” Presented as a recovered documentary, the shaky camera, night-vision shots and a disorienting setting, “The Blair Witch Project” came together to create a terrifying cinematic experience. With a pinch of good acting — who doesn’t remember the snot drizzle of terror? — it became a classic horror film.

The shaky cam made another appearance almost 10 years later in “Cloverfield,” which offered audiences a mysterious, action-laden plot unfolding around a boy-girl story. Presently, the “Paranormal Activity” saga is making a boatload of cash on the simple cinematography and increasingly kooky plot following the haunting and demonic possession of an ordinary Jane.

The shaky cam technique was just one of many misses in “The Devil Inside” because it failed to establish a realistic setting. The purpose of this technique in horror films is to lure the audience into a familiar, everyday setting — a camping trip, a New Year’s Eve party or your home — only to drop a paranormal bomb on your sense of reality.

Why would a woman bring a camera along to document the possession and exorcism of her mother who killed three people? Far-fetched, I know, and it gets increasingly convoluted. I am going to go ahead and give you a spoiler alert, although nothing could actually spoil this already rotten movie.

About 20 years after her mother kills three people during an exorcism, the main character, Isabella Rossi (Fernanda Andrade), goes on a quest to reunite with her mother, who was mysteriously taken to Rome and placed in a psychiatric facility.
The reasoning behind her desire to meet her mother again is skimmed over, and the film ultimately presents an oversimplified I-just-need-to-know-and-I-need-to-know-now explanation, instead of delving into the psychological ramifications of either being the daughter of a woman who suffers from severe mental illness or demonic possession.

It turns out the Catholic Church has a school for exorcism, so Isabella and her cameraman crash the class, which is located somewhere in the Vatican City, and viewers are introduced to the two other supporting characters and arguments surrounding the legitimacy of possession.

When Isabella meets her insane mother, Maria Rossi (played by Suzan Crowley), the elder Rossi displays a variety of typical possessed routines such as talking in different accents, cutting upside down crosses into her skin and screaming like a banshee. At times, Crowley’s acting borders on hilarious, but even then doesn’t quite enter the realm of bad, which makes it painfully mediocre to watch.

Isabella recruits two of the priests she met at Exorcism 101, Ben (Simon Quarterman) and David (Evan Helmuth), to help her evaluate her mother. It is then revealed that these two renegades are performing exorcisms as a side project, aiding those rejected by the Catholic Church who have fallen through “cracks in the system.” Here lies the original hook of the story: These are unauthorized exorcisms, done outside of the Catholic Church’s jurisdiction in a kind of back-alley, vigilante undertaking.

Filmmaker Michael and Isabella tag along for an exorcism. (Y’know, just to make sure it’s legit.) I’ll spare you the play-by-play, but you can expect contortion, crawling up the walls, blood spatters and vaginal bleeding — nothing new to anyone who has watched “The Exorcist” or “The Exorcism of Emily Rose.” If you haven’t seen these movies, by the way, go rent both of them instead of watching “The Devil Inside.”

The priests’ rejection and disapproval of the Catholic Church is possibly the most unrealistic aspect of the film. The idea that Catholic priests would record exorcisms not only in blatant contradiction to the Church but also as a means of protest, serves only as a plot device to make sense of the idea that audiences are witnessing an actual exorcism.

Jason Miller’s performance as Father Karras in “The Exorcist” is a balanced, intriguing portrayal of a man of God faced with human failings and doubt. “The Exorcist” captures the heat of that battle, while “The Devil Inside” tunes in after the battle has been lost.

Who lost the battle is up for debate because the movie ends as a cliffhanger in one of the most unresolved scenes in movie history.

I’m guessing the devil wins because David shoots himself, Isabella cuts someone’s throat, and Michael is enchanted (by Isabella’s command) to commit suicide while driving Isabella and Ben to a priest’s house.

Ha, I ruined it!
Now you don’t have to waste your money to go see it.
But I don’t feel bad, considering moviegoers across the nation are asking themselves, “Really? That’s it?” at the end of each showing of “The Devil Inside.”
Yes, please. Let that be it.
No sequel is needed. In fact, what possessed these people to make this movie in the first place?

BEHIND THE SCENES: “ABBEY OF THE LEMUR”

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BEHIND THE SCENES: “ABBEY OF THE LEMUR”

No Comments 17 December 2011

“ABBEY OF THE LEMUR” PRODUCER C.F. ROBERTS PROVIDES AN IN-DEPTH LOOK AT THE INSPIRATION BEHIND THE CONTROVERSY.

What inspired you to create your show?

It was kind of a long process with a long gestation period. It was my roommate at the time (Andrew “Panda” Lucariello) who suggested we go down to the Access Station. I never thought of ever doing television (side note: Today I work in television professionally). We were hanging around watching a lot of movies at the time — everything from Silent Expressionism to avant garde indie stuff to low-budget gore; and I think he was keen on being a filmmaker.

We went into it without any concrete idea of what we wanted to do. I’d seen a lot of the local access shows at the time (this was ’96). There were a ton of talk shows, some religious shows and the one I remember most was a music-and-poetry show called “Pondering the Muse”. I liked that show a lot and any number of friends had been on that show. Some of whom went on to be frequent flyers on “Abbey”.     

 We started taking out cameras on the weekend and probably ran around for 6 months randomly shooting stuff before anything resembling a “show” began to materialize. If you asked me what I wanted to do back then I would have told you something open-ended, like “Dada”.

We ran all over the place. We drove up and down 540 shooting footage of roadkill. We’d invite friends over and get loaded and whatever happened wound up on camera. We’d go shoot a band at a house party. We’d run up to an industrial chickenhouse and shoot what was going on in there.

All of this non-specific video searching eventually came together in kind of a crude goulash that was built loosely around the framework backstory that we were some kind of demented cult, trying to convert and/or “deprogram” the viewer.  A lot of what fell into our filter at the time was pretty much white trash, working class culture — a lot of frustration because we were creative people stuck in hellish jobs — various counter cultural concerns that would run the gamut between punk attitude, experimental psychedelia, surrealism and stupid, lowbrow humor.

Underground filmmakers like John Waters were big heroes for us. I had published an underground literary zine for about 5 or 6 years. For me it was just a process of taking what I was doing with my mag and turning it into a television show.

What inspires you to push the limits of tradition?

A lot of it is just our artistic DNA. For me a lot of that IS my tradition. I can look back across a hundred years of art and culture and cite examples — Antonin Artaud is part of my tradition. Marcel DuChamp is a part of my tradition. William Burroughs is part of my tradition — Waters, as previously mentioned — the Panic Movement, the Situationists, the Sex Pistols, the Marx Brothers — maybe those are disparate influences but there’s a thread, or a common aesthetic, and I see that as my tradition.    

That’s a very confrontational, irreverent kind of tradition to follow in, and ‘x’ number of people are probably not going to like it. When we got involved with Public Access, we started watching a lot of it and most of it was, to one degree or another, very staid and respectable. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I applaud anyone who goes down there and makes a show. When we began playing with the editing equipment, (which, at the time, was the old Amiga Toaster system) we were jazzed by the potential we saw. Our thoughts were, look at all these bells and whistles. No one’s really using any of this to its full capacity, and so it became very important for us to explore, to push the technology we were given as hard and as far as we could to see what we could come up with just to put something pure and different on the screen that no one had really seen before.

What is your goal?

“Goal” — that’s a tough one — it’s always been very difficult for us to answer questions like “what is your goal” or “what is your message” because you’re dealing with a show that’s been around for 14 years through shifting casts and ideas and landscapes; and we’ve all gone through big life changes over the course of the show’s run. Ostensibly we want to entertain and provoke and (hopefully) make people think.

We’ve used the show as a vehicle to make people laugh, to scare people, to thumb our noses at the status quo, to showcase local bands and poets and to express our feelings about politics. For me — one guy who has been doing this show for 14 years —I could say that a goal of mine, as a working class artist, is to create art and entertainment on my own terms and maybe inject some healthy subversion into people’s lives.

How do you feel about PA in association with your 1st Amendment rights?

Access has largely been a great forum over the years — it’s defended me and I’ve defended it. It goes through weak periods and strong periods but it’s always been a good forum. When you become involved in public access you find yourself part of a larger continuum of activists and advocates and you can all find a common bond in that.

Have those rights ever been challenged?

They certainly have! Glossing over various angry phone calls or minor complaints there have been a few noteworthy controversies. One person wrote in 2003 that no one had ever really used the Access Complaint process before, but that was actually incorrect. Some parties brought an official complaint against us in 1998, when we used a pig’s head as a prop. This went beyond just the Access Provider. The complaint went all the way to the Cable Board (now the Telecom Board), and we were actually unaware of the complaint until a member of the Cable Board approached us personally and asked us for a copy of the tape.      

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We were vindicated, as per usual, through use of the Miller Test.  As a music fan and a writer/publisher on the zine scene, the idea of first amendment controversies and writers, artists & musicians being harassed and prosecuted for their art (via censorship or culture war) were always  very big hot button issues for me.

If people were going to be taking me down that path they were going to get a tooth-and-nail fight. I made a point of becoming very conversant in the Miller Test and SLAPS values. One thing people have tried to hang us with over the years has been the idea that the show has no meaning, value or merit. I can defend anything we’ve done on the basis of Serious Literary, Artistic, Political and/or Scientific value and I’ve done my homework: it goes into everything I do. The BIGGEST challenge happened in 2003 when we did a two hour live show that was very raunchy and over-the-top.

One individual made a formal obscenity complaint: that’s a charge of legal obscenity. We were later told that some people in the city administration were behind the complaint.* The Government itself can’t try to censor an access show directly (without getting sued) but a civilian can complain.

They had a few of their buddies in the newspapers write some well-timed hack jobs to give the Access Provider bad press, and it was very transparent and stupid. We defended the show on the basis of the Miller Test and we beat the rap easily. For a while people kept calling in with obviously orchestrated attempts to shut us down. People called the station asking for copies of the Miller Obscenity Test so they could determine for themselves whether we were breaking the law with our shows. Again, very transparent and ill-considered.  A friend and fellow Access Producer (also an erstwhile member of the Lemur Cast) created a spinoff show whose entire purpose was to satirize the people who had gone after us.

I guess it hit a little too close to home. A friend of mine who worked for the city told me one of his higher-ups had vowed to criminally prosecute any controversial show on the channel. In a matter of weeks it all came to pass. My friend’s show was seized by the police in a criminal investigation for obscenity. A high-ranking city official came down to the CAT Board of directors meeting to discuss the show, but we were on it like white on rice. Four or five of us showed up at the meeting prepared to argue point and defend the show.

Our opponent from the city showed up with his friend, the guy who had complained about the “Abbey” live show. Rather than discuss the matter with us, they turned tail and ran like scared rabbits. The City Prosecutor viewed my friend’s show and declared that it was “not obscene — just stupid.” The usual lambasts from the newspapers happened, but that was the last big controversy, and that was early 2004.      

There have been a few minor dust-ups since then but I like to think we pretty much ended any hopes the Censorship Crowd had at that time. I think the running impression was that we were knuckle-dragging idiots who did this vulgar kind of programming because we weren’t capable of doing anything else; and none of them were ready for it when we were actually making articulate arguments against their charges.

What does the title of the show “Abbey of the Lemur” mean?

It’s a pun based on misunderstood song lyrics.

Freedom of Expression

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Freedom of Expression

2 Comments 15 December 2011

In her office, Director of Fayetteville Public Access Television Anne Shelley reads from a poster:

“The purpose of Public Access Television in Fayetteville is to provide training for residents of Fayetteville in the techniques of video production for Public Access Television and to provide an opportunity for residents of Fayetteville to provide programming in a first-come, first-served, content-neutral, nondiscriminatory manner, in accordance with the First Amendment.”

“I think it’s a beautiful statement,” she says. “Our purpose is to teach people how to make TV and help them make shows and express their First Amendment rights. This kind of access — regardless of race, gender or income — is a powerful tool. It is a precious gift in which I believe strongly.”

Shelley joined the Public Access team in 2011, when Fayetteville city government contracted Your Media, a nonprofit organization, to oversee the day-to-day operations of Fayetteville Public Access.

Within the past year, Fayetteville Public Access has made self-produced television even more accessible by making it free. The nonprofit organization eliminated the $25 fee for production classes, increased the number of classes held and varied class times to accommodate a wider range of schedules. The programs can be seen on channel 218 on Cox Communications and on channel 99 on AT&T.

“(Public Access) went from one class a week to at least six classes a week. We have trained so many more people,” Shelley said.

Staff Photo by Blair Jackson: Flint Wood and J.R. Curtis man the control station during a live broadcast.  (Background Zessna Garcia and unidentifie woman.)“We heightened our efforts to become a first-class training facility for Fayetteville residents,” reads the 2011 Provider’s Report for the telecom board, compiled by Fayetteville Public Access. In comparison with 2010, Fayetteville Public Access offered 490 percent more classes and workshops to the public, which resulted in 407 percent more Candidate Producers. “With a greater number of new producers, we hope to see more programming. The more people we educate, the more shows we have,” explains Shelley.

After taking the necessary classes in video production, residents can check out field cameras to take on location. Shelley says users can “film events or anything important in your life.” In accordance with the Public Access guidelines, the only restriction against content is that it cannot be for commercial use.

Becoming a producer takes at least seven hours of training. Once a resident has completed the

Courtesy Photo: Once reaching the status of "Candidate Producer," residents are able to check-out state of the art production equipment to use in the field.

necessary coursework — orientation, a field production class and an editing class — the student is considered a Candidate Producer and is allowed to check out the equipment needed to create their first program. There is also a studio production class that must be completed for residents who prefer to film in the Public Access Studio.

Lindsley Smith, who is an aspiring Public Access producer, served as a state representative for three years and is currently the communications director for the city of Fayetteville. She is working on producing a program that would promulgate the message of women in government office.

“When I served in the state legislature, I read a lot of books in preparation, and they were very masculine,” Smith said. Her concern over the absence of a feminine perspective in politics was amplified when a friend’s daughter asked the question, “Can a woman be president?”

Smith has yet to title her program or plan any segments, but it is the type of creative endeavor that could be part of the diverse 2012 programming that Shelley anticipates as a byproduct of the past year’s heightened commitment to education.

Staff Photo by Blair Jackson: Teah Flynn, a Farmington high school student, edits her Public Acess show, "My Kid's Point of View."

Fourteen-year-old Teah Flynn is the youngest producer at Public Access Television. Her involvement in self-produced television began at the age of 10, when she co-created an awareness video about the dangers of drinking and driving.

 

Teah’s ambition is fueled by personal tragedy: her mother was killed in an accident caused by a drunken driver. The awareness video is now used by MAAD and the local police department. The video gained enough attention to land Teah face time on the local news.
Witnessing the impact of televised media has encouraged the Farmington High School student to continue producing films on community topics to raise awareness.

Teah, who began working with Public Access at the beginning of 2011, is now producing the series, “My Kid’s Point of View,” which discusses mature issues from a teen’s perspective. She has produced a segment on the dangers of texting and driving and is in the process of editing a segment on the theory of a DNA criminal database.

For now, Teah says, film production is just a hobby. Her plans are to be an actress or a model, and she says being in the spotlight helps her feel confident that she can achieve her goals and land auditions. “Seeing myself on camera is fun. To see this on TV and YouTube, it makes me feel so accomplished, and it’s not even close to where I might be later on.”

At the other end of the spectrum, Roger Henry and Dan Vega have been producing television for 19

Courtesy Photo: Dan Vega and Roger Henry have been producing their show "One Whirled View" for almost 20 years.

years, and are edging up to the 500th show mark. “One Whirled View,” which airs every other week, is what Henry describes as “a little known Colbert or Jon Stewart.”

The show evolved from Henry and Vega’s kitchen table discussions over news clippings, during which the two would drink beer, while joking and talking about the implications of current events.

“We take awful news, scary news, and laugh about it because we don’t know how to deal with it,” says Henry. The duo also uses a lighthearted approach to capture the ear of those who may oppose their views.

Though controversy has been rare over the years, Henry and Vega received a nasty letter from the president of the Fayetteville Chamber of Commerce in 1995 in response to Vega’s decision to cross-dress on-air.

In a segment concerning estrogenic chemicals being injected into food, Vega wore women’s lingerie, tights, and pulled his hair into pigtails. The letter threatened to get the city council involved with the intention of shutting down the entire Public Access operation.
In response, Vega and Henry dressed in suits during their next show and made lewd references to the definition of commerce in the context of “intercourse.” They joked, saying that even in suits there was no way to tell if a man was wearing lingerie underneath. The controversy put the show on the map, and the humor dissolved the tension between the city and the show.

“We try to deflect controversy with humor,” explains Vega. “We use levity toencourage people to listen. If we get too serious, (the audience) will shut it out.”

For residents who would like to produce television with mature content, there are “after dark” slots for adult programming. The most infamous of these programs is the longstanding “Abbey of the Lemur,” a show that for years has tested the boundaries of art and expression in dark, psychedelic and raunchy ways. On their MySpace page, you can view the members of the cast being spanked, toying with a severed pig head, spouting reflective monologues and even reciting poetry.

Shelley says that all complaints submitted to Public Access are taken seriously and reported to the telecommunications board.

“I don’t think you can have Public Access without having people having issues with artistic expressions, beliefs or ideas,” says Shelley. She notes that there have been no major controversies in her year as director or in recent years.

Staff Photo By Blair Jackson: Anne Shelley, Director of Public Access Television in Fayettevill, operates a camera during the Lion's Club auction which was broadcasted live last week.

In addition to being a platform for residents to express their first amendment rights, Fayetteville Public Access and Your Media are available to provide production services to nonprofit organizations. An example of this service is the Lion’s Club annual telethon which aired last week.

Those who wish to enlist the services of the Public Access studio are subject to a competitive market rate, which is an average of the market value. Your Media can provide out-of-studio production at a reduced cost for service-oriented projects.

Last month the city council voted to renew Your Media’s contract as overseer of the Fayetteville Public Access network. Councilman Matthew Petty said it was the right decision to rehire the organization, calling the organization “phenomenal.” He continued, saying, “I’ve been very impressed with the leadership there.”

J.R. Curtis, the director of education for Fayetteville Public Access, says the greatest achievement of the past year has been reaching a wider audience, not in terms of viewers, but in terms of students and producers. “A lot of people don’t realize how different it is,” he says.

“It’s a great part of Fayetteville that not a lot of people know about,” says Shelley. “When people find out about it, they’re really excited.”

For class schedules and more information, visit faypublic.tv.

Teenage Vampire Saga Continues to Suck

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Teenage Vampire Saga Continues to Suck

No Comments 01 December 2011

The only things worse than Part 1 will be Part 2

By Matt Dekinder
Contributing TFW Writer

 

After watching what is now the fourth (!) “Twilight” movie I now know how Bond must have felt when he faced off against Blofeld, or Sherlock Holmes when he matched wits with Professor Moriarty.

“Well hello my old nemesis, we meet again.”

Look, by this point the penultimate film in the series (fully titled “The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn — Part 1”) isn’t going to sway any converts one way or the other.

You are either fully invested in the teenage love triangle of Bella (Kristen Stewart) and her supernatural boy toys, vampire Edward (Robert Pattinson) and werewolf Jacob (Taylor Lautner), or you would rather spend your time with your tongue duct-taped to the back of a speeding Greyhound bus.

There’s not much middle ground.

For me, it’s not even really about the fact that these movies are terrible no matter what metric you use: acting, directing, plotting or dialogue. The simple fact is that none of this really matters.

What I’ve come to respect and marvel at about the “Twilight” series is the undeniable cultural impact and devoted following these movies (and the books they are based on) have inspired.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to psychoanalyze the large, primarily female audience and what exactly causes otherwise discerning and intelligent moviegoers to go gaga over this silly and increasingly ludicrous love story.

Ultimately this not only was a mistake, but a waste of time as well, because I think the appeal of these movies takes place on such a basic level that they go well beyond any kind of simple rationalization.

Take this most recent movie for example: it’s kind of amazing how little actually happens.
It begins with the wedding of Edward and Bella, then comes a honeymoon featuring a single, wooden night of romantic bliss followed by a hyper-accelerated pregnancy and a whole lot of hand wringing about Bella’s health and some moderate danger from Jacob’s pack of fellow werewolves who want to take down Bella’s unborn, half-vampire baby.
Throw in a patently ridiculous and intensely creepy resolution of the lingering love triangle and that is literally the entire movie.

I’m reminded of soap operas where you can watch the show for three weeks and in that time maybe half a day of action has taken place for the characters, if you are lucky.
The entire “Twilight” series has managed to bring the soap opera time-warp seamlessly to the big screen, as we are well over eight hours in and I’d be willing to bet a good seven and a half of those hours has been spent talking about feelings.

The point is that these movies are the perfect empty vessels for the viewer willing to do most of the work to pour in all of his or her preconceived notions of love, romance and vampire/werewolf political tensions. As much as I despise these movies, that is a parade I am not willing to rain on, no matter how much Stewart’s unrelenting sourness makes me regret my career choice. So party on Twi-hards, you have no apologies to make for your love of this pulpy, romantic saga; just don’t take it personally when the rest of us decide to party elsewhere.

As for myself, I only have to endure one more battle with next year’s grand finale “The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn — Part 2.” Only the strong survive.

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Real Steel: Mission Accomplished

No Comments 13 October 2011

By Matt DeKinder
Contributing TFW Writer

“Real Steel” is way better than it has any right to be. I mean, it’s a movie about boxing robots for Pete’s sake! Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots were fun, but they weren’t that fun.

Anyway, “Real Steel” earns its stripes by focusing more on the human element than on robotic carnage and winds up being the automaton version of “Rocky.” Who knew?

Set in the near future where human-controlled robot boxing has pushed people out of the ring, down-on-his-luck, ex-boxer-turned-robot-fighter Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman) tours the countryside dodging loan sharks and cobbling together new robots for bouts at county fairs and in back alleys.

As Charlie reaches his lowest point, a long-forgotten ex-girlfriend dies leaving Charlie with custody of an 11-year-old son (Max, played by Dakota Goyo) he has never known. Max has a wealthy Aunt Debra (played by the ever-charming Hope Davis) who wants Max to live with her, and Charlie gladly agrees to sign over his parental rights for a wad of cash.

But as plot contrivances would have it, Debra can’t take custody until the end of the summer, so Charlie is forced to keep Max for a couple of months.
The father and son butt heads and Charlie even attempts to dump Max on his love interest and landlord Bailey (Evangeline Lilly of “Lost”).

As it turns out, Charlie has a deep love of robot fighting and cons his dad into letting him join him on the road where father and son realize they have a lot more in common than either is willing to admit.

While looting parts in a junkyard, Max discovers an old robot named Atom buried in the mud, and even though Charlie dismisses the bot as worthless, Max persists and drags Atom home.
You can pretty much see where things will go from here as Atom proves to be a formidable fighter and father and son heal their rift.

In spite of its by-the-books plotting, “Real Steel” solidly and confidently delivers the crowd-pleasing goods.

Director Shawn Levy is best known for directing the “Night at the Museum” movies, so the guy knows how to handle high-concept spectacle. What’s impressive about his work here in “Real Steel” is how willing he is to dial back on the smashing and bashing while keeping Charlie and Max’s relationship in the foreground.

That relationship pays off thanks to the great chemistry between Jackman and Goyo. Jackman is as likeable as ever and Goyo shows a lot of confidence for his age, holding his own opposite Wolverine.

The special effects are impressively smooth as the battling robots seem to have real weight and heft as they pummel each other in the ring. The boxing is not too shabby either and I suspect that Sugar Ray Leonard’s credit as “boxing consultant” had a fair amount to do with that.

Movies are at their best when they accomplish what they set out to do and there is a pleasant simplicity to “Real Steel” as it is entertaining and enjoyable. Mission accomplished.

“Real Steel” is rated PG-13 for some violence, intense action and brief language.

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Movie Review: The Debt

1 Comment 01 September 2011

“The Debt” is an example of a bungled movie. It has a fascinating premise and (for the most part) a solid cast, yet it stumbles in its execution and what could have been a taught little political thriller is instead an unwieldy clunker that at times borders on self-parody.
Because of my sunny disposition, I’ll first focus on the positive. The movie is told in flashbacks, and flashforwards and maybe even a flash-sideways or two, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

It is the story of three Israeli Mossad agents who in the 1960s travel to East Germany to kidnap a former Nazi surgeon (played with creepy effectiveness by Jesper Christensen) and bring him to trial in Israel.

The kidnapping goes as planned, but extraction proves to be more difficult and the trio is forced to hold their prisoner captive for weeks in a cramped and dingy Berlin apartment. All this sounds pretty fascinating doesn’t it?

Especially when you throw in a complex love triangle that forms between the agents Rachel (Jessica Chastain), David (Sam Worthington) and Stephan (Marton Csokas) who are trapped in this bizarre situation.

Unfortunately the movie lets all the air out of the tension of this ordeal by showing how it was resolved in the first 10 minutes of the film. As we cut to the late 1990s we find middle-aged Rachel (now played by Helen Mirren), David (now played by Ciaran Hinds) and Stephan (now played by Tom Wilkinson) as national heroes who carry some great, unspoken burden.

What I found to be frustrating is that you can see that by simply moving some elements of the story around, perhaps in a more linear fashion, that “The Debt” has the potential to be a very good movie.

I suppose most of the blame for the failure of this movie should be laid at the feet of director John Madden. I consider Madden to be a solid director, best known for helming Academy-Award-winner “Shakespeare in Love,” but here it is clear that his ambition far exceeds his skill level.

Madden retraces his own steps so many times in this movie as scenes are replayed with only the slightest details added on that you begin to feel like you’re trapped in a maze with no cheese.

The other main problem with the film is that large sections of it sag under the weight of the wooden Sam Worthington. The Australian actor, best known for his roles in “Avatar” and “Clash of the Titans,” is so out of place it would be akin to Sylvester Stallone being cast as Oskar Schindler.

When Hinds assumes the same role later in the film, I found myself thinking “Wow, David’s accent just got a whole lot more consistent and he seems to be having some sort of human connection with the people around him. Weird.”

The worst part is that Worthington distracts from yet another eye-catching performance by Chastain. She continues her white-hot meteoric rise here in 2011 that has also included striking turns in “The Tree of Life” and “The Help.”

Finally the whole movie comes down to a geriatric showdown that borders on the ridiculous, evoking more giggles than profound emotion.
“The Debt” plays out as a continual series of misfires that each on their own aren’t particularly lethal, but taken all together serve to bring down a movie with great potential.

“The Debt” is rated R for some violence and language.

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‘Zombie Go Boom’

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‘Zombie Go Boom’

2 Comments 23 June 2011

Look Out, Undead!

Theses peeps are making ‘Zombie(s) Go Boom’

By Richard Davis
TFW Staff Writer

(Photo: Richard Davis) Chuck Mere, left, and James Sweet, creators of “Zombie Go Boom,” get some close ups of a zombie mask and a gardening tool. The prepared-for-the-undead-apocalypse guys test the effectiveness of makeshift weapons found around home against mock zombies.

It’s a dash of “Mythbusters” and a dabble of “Deadliest Warrior,” but it’s whole lot of fun and adrenaline for fans of the undead hordes … well, fans of bashing their rotting brains in and sending zed heads back to six feet under where they belong.

[Update: "Zombie Go Boom" has struck a deal with Howcast, a YouTube partner and distribution network with apps on iPhone, iPad, Android and BlackBerry phones]

“Zombie Go Boom” is a locally produced video series that seeks to answer a pressing question for the undead-minded: Just how effective would my baseball bat/tire iron/garden hoe/vinyl record collection be against a reanimated corpse? The series was created by James Sweet and Chuck Mere, who also serves as the “ZgB” weapons master, and is hosted by local actor Jim Goza, who impressed folks recently in the University of Arkansas production of “Othello.”

Sweet and Mere described the series as a zombie variety show — a little bit of anything and everything, mixing science and humor and exploring movie and literary lore — while “ZgB” makeup artist Mandy Gann applied a prosthetic scar to my forehead. Yeah, not only did I get to take a behind the scenes at the show a couple of Saturdays ago, I got to actually BE a zombie. Pretty much a dream come true for me … you know, to be one of the walking dead without actually being one of the walking dead.

Gann somehow managed to make my deathly pale and nasty skin even paler and nastier before applying a heaping helping of dripping fake blood and dirt to my face and clothes. Then I got to sweatily chase Mere’s camera around outside “ZgB” central for the day — in other words, someone’s backyard. I was the lucky one. KNWA reporter Brad Reed, who also got in on the fun, not only received doses of makeup and fake blood, he got to swelter under the crew’s rubber mask in 90-plus degree temperatures with no shade. But, hey dude, that’s what you get for being too pretty to be a zombie without accouterments.

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If all goes well, “Zombie Go Boom” may become a national phenomenon. While I was cleaning the fake gore off my face, Gann said Sweet and Mere had already spoken with Spike TV about turning the unscripted show into a regular series — though the network wanted to see more of what the crew could do before continuing talks.

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In this case, words really only go so far. To take a real look at the fun of “Zombie Go Boom” and find out the most effective just-lying-around weapons, get ye on them Internets. Watch the footage of shambling monstrosities and Goza enjoying the hell out of himself taking baseball bats and more to fake blood-filled coconuts.

▲ www.youtube.com/zombiegoboomtv
▲ www.zombiehub.com/zombie-go-boom.html
▲ Go to Facebook.com and search for the Zombie Go Boom page

Zombie Quiz

Here’s a few questions for you on what you would do if zombies came to NWA and some suggested answers.

When the zombie apocalypse comes, where do you go first?
▲ The police station and get loaded up on guns and ammo.
▲ A sporting goods store get loaded up on bats and golf clubs.
▲ A grocery store and get loaded up on food.
▲ Brewski’s and get loaded.

You’re running from a zombie going uphill on Dickson Street. What’s going through your mind?
▲ All those hours of playing “Dance Dance Revolution” really got me in shape.
▲ Why did I spend so many hours playing first-person shooters?
▲ I just want one last look at Old Main before … Yeargh!!!
▲ Crap, I’m already past US Pizza. I should have stopped at Brewski’s.

Pick someone to have on your team to fight the undead.
▲ Golfer John Daly — he can drive the zombies, literally, 300 yards away
▲ Radio host Jon Williams — pretty sure he could make even zed heads laugh themselves to death
▲ Alice Walton — if zombies accept cash instead of brains, you’re in business
▲ The owner of Brewski’s because … Oh, enough with the Brewski’s cracks already!

Pick a place to hide from/battle the walking dead.
▲ Cosmopolitan Hotel — plenty of room and lots of sniper views
▲ Old Main — heavy doors and sniper spots with history
▲ Foghorn’s — if I’m going down, it’s going down loaded full o’ wings
▲ Razorback Stadium — a natural spot for Hog country to kick some ass

Name the thing you’ll miss most in the zombie apocalypse.
▲ Happy hour with live music at George’s Majestic Lounge
▲ Medium rare steaks at Doe’s
▲ Enjoying fall when the leaves turn without running for your life
▲ Hearing Chuck Barrett say “Touchdown Arkansas!”

Choose the best thing about the undead storm.
▲ NWA traffic congestion — solved!
▲ No more pay parking on Dickson Street
▲ No waiting to get in a Olive Garden
▲ No more stupid quizzes printed in newspapers

A War Movie With Aliens

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A War Movie With Aliens

No Comments 11 March 2011

“Battle: Los Angeles” is a war movie, pure and simple. It features virtually every convention of the genre and cribs from the battalions of war movies that came before; everything from “The Sands of Iwo Jima” to “Saving Private Ryan.”

Let’s break out the war-movie checklist of familiarity, shall we? We follow a small, rag-tag unit of marines who make great sacrifices and overcome tremendous odds to win the day. Check.

We have the grizzled, battle-scarred veteran thrown in with a young group of soldiers he’s never met before. Check.

We have uber-green, young officer, fresh from the academy leading soldiers into battle for the first time. Check.

We have the jumpy private who likely won’t make it past the second reel. Check.

Lots of gritty action sequences shot with a hand-held camera to emphasize the confusion and disorientation of war. Check.

Alien invaders from outer space. Um. Hm. John Wayne never said anything about aliens. OK, so maybe extraterrestrials aren’t a part of the conventional war-movie formula, but don’t tell that to “Battle: Los Angeles.”

The best off-the-cuff description of this movie is to say that it is “Black Hawk Down” meets “Independence Day.” As far as war movies go, it is conventional to the point of being cliché, but by introducing the sci-fi element to the proceedings, believability kinda gets thrown out the window leaving you to only worry about the action, which “Battle: Los Angeles” has in spades.

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The story is fairly straightforward. Aaron Eckhart stars as Michael Nantz a staff sergeant on the brink of retirement after several decorated tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Mysterious meteors begin falling into the oceans of the world outside of major population centers and Nantz gets thrown in with a new unit when it becomes clear the aliens on board aren’t here for Reese’s Pieces or Richard Dreyfuss.

Nantz and his marines are tasked with clearing a portion of Santa Monica of civilians before the air force bombs the invading aliens to kingdom come. Naturally the aliens prove to be a little more formidable than anyone expected.

Director Jonathan Liebesman knows his war movies and knows how to keep the focus of the movie on the soldiers themselves. He’s a little shakier when it comes to originality, the special effects and the battle sequences, which while impressive, occasionally lack clarity and threaten to leave the audience lost in the fog of war.

In the end there is not a lot here for anyone but genre fans. Hardcore sci-fi fans may be a little disappointed too, as the aliens themselves aren’t the direct focus of the movie. I’m still not even entirely sure what they looked like, other than that they were tall and had heads that looked like the wheel well of a ’57 Chevy.

But people who like gritty war movies or people who just like watching stuff explode will be more than happy as “Battle: Los Angeles” leaves you feeling charged up and ready to go. In fact, if the Marine Corps was smart they’d have a recruiter standing outside every theater in the country where this movie is playing, and maybe leave out the fact that we aren’t currently at war with the crab nebula. Hoo-rah!

“Battle: Los Angeles” is rated PG-13 for sustained and intense sequences of war violence and destruction, and for language.

Who’s Afraid Of Wasting $10?

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Who’s Afraid Of Wasting $10?

1 Comment 11 March 2011

The Terrifying Tale of “The Brave Little Movie Critic”

Once upon a time there was a brave, little movie critic who ventured alone into the deep, dark Cineplex. He was lured there by the prospects of seeing a classic fairy tale retold with a stylish, modern twist. Lo, for what he found instead was the bland, silly and utterly lifeless “Red Riding Hood.”

Our brave, little movie critic initially felt hopeful at the prospects of a tweaking of the original tale. Sadly such stories exist in the public domain and are free to fall into the clutches of wicked studio executives who are obligated to pay no one for their rights and use them to turn a quick buck.

It was this last little tidbit that should have alerted our hero to leave a trail of heavily-buttered popcorn kernels behind him to facilitate a hasty escape.

Alas, he was none the wiser when he took his seat and the film unspooled before him. At first all appeared to be in order as the camera swept over a vaguely-European, Medieval  village to meet up with the charming and buxom Red Riding Hood (boasting the Christian name of Valerie) played by the generally agreeable Amanda Seyfried.

The rest of the cast filled out rather nicely, with Billy Burke and Virginia Madsen as Valerie’s parents and Julie Christie as the plot-important Grandmother who lives alone in the woods.

The plot unfolded acceptably enough as the town is terrorized by the specter of a big, bad wolf who one day decides to attack and kill Valerie’s sister.

Our brave, little movie critic was even heartened at the appearance of the beloved Gary Oldman who (almost) makes any movie better just by showing up.

Alas, it quickly became apparent that “Red Riding Hood” was beyond saving even as Oldman’s Father Soloman warns the townsfolk that it is no normal wolf that stalks them, but is instead a werewolf that lives in their village.

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Against this backdrop of a flawed who-done-it, a clunky love-triangle develops between Valerie, her betrothed and bland blacksmith Henry (Max Irons) and bad-boy, tree cutter Peter (Shiloh Fernandez).

The brave, little movie critic cast the blame for this debacle at the feet of director Catherine Harwicke, who also brought the pox of “Twilight” upon the world. Here she manages to conjure up an even shallower attempt to loosen the pocketbooks of 14-year-old girls by favoring style over substance and hunky boys staring dreamily into the camera over any trace of actual relationships.

It was then that our brave, little movie critic had enough and stood and shouted into the darkness, “’Red Riding Hood,’ what horrible plotting you have.”

“The better to bore you with, my dear,” it replied.

The brave, little movie critic tried again. “’Red Riding Hood,’ what brutally stilted and unnatural dialogue you have.”

“The better to make you squirm uncomfortably in your seat with, my dear,” it replied.

“’Red Riding Hood,’ what awkward performances you have,” said the brave, little movie critic.

“The better to destroy the careers of well-respected actors with, my dear,” it said.

And with that our brave, little movie critic could only hope for a woodsman to arrive to chop an escape-hole through the back of the theater.

Alas, our hero was forced to endure through the goofy conclusion, left only to run out into the streets warning away others from wasting their hard-earned shekels on such a hallow film and pleading with the heavens for two hours of his life back.

The End

“Red Riding Hood” is rated PG-13 for violence and creature terror and some sensuality.

Sci Fi Meets Romance

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Sci Fi Meets Romance

No Comments 04 March 2011

If I were to break out my Clever Movie Critic’s Big Book of Witticisms, I would use it to describe “The Adjustment Bureau” as “The Matrix: A Love Story,” leave the review at that and spend the rest of the day in Margaritaville.

But I won’t do that, and not just because my editors would lock me in the secret dungeon they keep beneath the newsroom. “The Adjustment Bureau” is actually worthy of more than a simple, dismissive summarization as it stands as a strong entry into the very small science fiction/romance genre.

The movie stars Matt Damon as up-and-coming politician David Norris. When we first meet David, he is running for Senate when he has a chance, bathroom encounter with the beautiful and charming Elise, played by Emily Blunt.

The two immediately hit it off, but Elise runs away before David can get her phone number. Not long after this David quite accidentally discovers the Adjustment Bureau at work when he arrives at his office to find all of his co-workers frozen and his business partner having his head scanned by a group of fedora-wearing gentlemen.

Matt Damon and Emily Blunt in "The Adjustment Bureau"

It is revealed that the Bureau has the job of making little tweaks and changes to people’s lives in order to keep humanity on the track of a predetermined “plan.” David is threatened with total memory erasure if he reveals the existence of the group and is told he must never see Elise again as she is not a part of his chosen path.

Not one to take no for an answer, David doggedly pursues Elise even though the entirety of the universe is working to keep them apart.

YouTube Preview ImageWhile “The Adjustment Bureau” brings up such super-weighty themes as free will vs. predestination, it isn’t really interested in digging much deeper into philosophy than an eighth-grade slumber party would.

The simple fact of the matter is that this is a love story, and like any great dramatic love story there needs to be obstacles the couple must overcome before they live happily ever after. Sure David and Elise’s obstacles are a little more freaky-deaky than your typical romantic-comedy couple has to deal with, but that’s part of what makes “The Adjustment Bureau” such a fun ride.

The movie is based on a short story by sci-fi author Philip K. Dick whose work typically takes on a much bleaker outlook. Expect more smiles and warm fuzzies than you got when watching “Blade Runner” or “Total Recall.” “The Adjustment Bureau” is the directorial debut of George Nolfi who made his name as the screenwriter of movies like “Ocean’s Twelve” and “The Bourne Ultimatum.”

Nolfi makes the transition to the director’s chair quite nicely as he manages to strike the perfect tone and pacing throughout the film. The movie’s not loaded with special effects but still finds clever ways to be visually formidable and there are even a few nifty action sequences with chases around New York City through magical doorways that drastically cut the distance between Point A and Point B.

But as much credit as Nolfi deserves for pulling this movie together, equal praise should go to the cast. There is a certain nobility to the members of the Adjustment Bureau (peopled with such fine actors as Anthony Mackie, John Slattery and Terence Stamp) that makes you sympathetic to their cause, even as they are trying to squash true love.

Damon and Blunt have the requisite amount of chemistry as Blunt strongly makes the case that after a few minutes of flirting you would easily be willing to defy heaven and earth for her as well.

As far as sci-fi flicks go, “The Adjustment Bureau” isn’t exactly mind-blowing; but it does receive points for being heartwarming and romantic, which is a frontier few science fiction movies have boldly gone before.

The Adjustment Bureau is rated PG-13 for brief strong language, some sexuality and a violent image.

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