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Zardoz!

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Zardoz
Directed by: John Boorman
Written by: John Boorman
Starring: Sean Connery, Charlotte Rampling, Sara Kestelman, John Alderton, Sally Anne Newton, Niall Buggy, and a whole bunch of people who would really prefer you not bring it up.

Sometimes, through no fault of their own, certain science fiction films garner undeserved reputations as horrible failures, despite many sterling qualities.

Zardoz is not one of those films.

Given that John Boorman wrote, produced and directed this fiasco, you have to wonder what the pitch session was like:

Boorman: It has a giant floating stone head!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: It has an immortal society where everyone bakes bread and no one has sex!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: There’s a group of Apathetics who just stand around, and another group called the Renegades who are old people who wear formal clothing and have dance parties!

Studio head: (dead silence)

Boorman: Uh, there are also a lot of half-naked hippie chicks standing around.

Studio head: OK, here’s some money.

Today, Zardoz is most remembered (if it’s remembered at all) for Sean Connery running around in a loincloth, as well as the immortal line “The gun is good, the penis is evil.” But in truth that only scratches the surface of a film that’s by turns portentous, bizarre, badly dated and incoherent.

Perhaps the most risible of all the film’s elements are the overall production design, and especially the costumes. The hippie dippy utopia Connery’s character visits looks like it was outfitted in costumes left over after a community college production of Hair or Godspell, complete with billowy peasant halters (the film’s high naked breast count is one of its few non-camp virtues).

Believe it or not, this is one of the most coherent scenes in the movie.

Outside the Utopian bubble, the “outlanders” all wear tattered wool suits that make them look like extras from Oliver!, despite it being some 200 years since the (ill-defined) collapse of civilization. The furnishings inside the bubble are heavy on reflecting mirrors and bead curtains. English manor houses are rendered “futuristic” by attaching plastic bags to them.

The scene where Connery is “sucked” into the vortex is almost as bad as people pulling the ravenous carpet samples up over them in The Creeping Terror.

Every now and then an interesting idea floats to the surface (immortals can’t be killed, but they can be aged as punishment, bringing up shades of the struldbrugs from Gulliver’s Travels), only to sink again beneath another wave of improbable schlock.

There’s plenty of low humor to be had, such as the scene where the women quiz Connery to find out what this thing called “an erection” is, since they’ve done away with sex entirely. (Evidently this Utopia was founded by Andrea Dworkin.) And the film is so bad it’s the perfect target for a viewing party to make fun of. And it’s so oddly wrong-headed that it’s seldom boring.

Indeed, Zardoz is so bad, and so emblematic of a particular type of cinematic excess and incoherence that was only on display in the late 1960s and early 1970s, that it actually gives you a new appreciation for other early 1970s science fiction films. Silent Running and Logan’s Run had their problems but, lord, at least their directors had some idea of how to tell a story.

Boorman’s film is so oblique, so deeply personal and relentlessly anti-commercial, with such a thoroughly unpleasant protagonist (it’s hard to get an exact count on just how many women Connery’s character rapes in the film, since there are some flashbacks repeated, sometimes he starts to rape someone, only to have her resistance turn to sudden ardor, and sometimes he only gets started raping before changing his mind…), that you wonder how it got made in the first place.

We watched this at A.T. Campbell’s video party, and it was so bad we had to follow it up with The Incredibles, which is looking more and more like not just one of the greatest films of the last ten years, but one of the greatest films ever, period. You’ll enjoy watching it for the ninth time much better than you’ll enjoy watching Zardoz once.

Dobie Theater to Close

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Evidently it’s closing this Sunday.

I have mixed feelings about this.

On the one hand, I’ve seen lots of interesting and occasionally great films at the Dobie over the years, including:

On the other hand, the actual theaters at Dobie were small and uncomfortable, and the equipment was far from state of the art. (Even though they had improved. Before they remodeled, I remember seeing a film there and realizing that I probably had a better stereo system at home than the one used in the theater.) If the parking garage filled up, the possibility of actually finding a parking space ranged from problematic to impossible. Finally, in recent years they had switched from being an art house to only having one or two art films with the rest being the usual Hollywood fare available all over town. I guess they figured they had a captive audience near campus, but their closing suggests otherwise.

The ideal outcome would be for the Alamo Drafthouse to buy the space and restore it to its former arthouse glory. Plus, since they’re right next to the food court, an Alamo kitchen selling food and drinks at lunch might make a very lucrative side business…

Movie Review: Silk

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

Movie: Silk
Director: Chao-Bin Su
Writer: Chao-Bin Su
Cast: Chen Chang, Yosuke Eguchi, Kuan-Po Chen, Kar Yan Lam, Barbie Hsu, Bo-lin Chen, Chun-Ning Chang, Fang Wan,

I can honestly say that this is the first horror movie I’ve seen using fractals as the main plot device.

A modestly-budgeted Taiwanese film, Silk follows a team of researchers using a Menger Sponge in an attempt to trap a ghost, ostensibly as part of government-funded anti-gravity research. More specifically, they plan to capture the ghost of a child trapped in a single room in a Taipei tenement, repeating the same actions over and over again. Hashimoto (Yosuke Eguchi) is the crippled leader of the team with an ulterior motive, while Tung (Chen Chang, the desert bandit love interest from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) is the “man of action” brought in because of his skills at keen observation and lip-reading. Naturally, as the research progresses, complications ensue. For one thing, the ghost really doesn’t like people looking at him, and he can reach into their chests and stop their hearts…

This harks back to a number of early SF works on scientific methods for capturing ghosts or the soul. The Menger Sponge functions as a sort of universal plot device: because of its ability to store different wavelengths of energy, not only does Hashimoto intend to use it as a ghost storage jar, but they also use special Menger Sponge film to photograph the ghost, Menger Sponge eye-spray to see the ghost, coat the walls of the room to prevent the ghost from escaping, etc. It has just enough of a veneer of plausibility to engage your sense of disbelief, and is certainly more plausible than the magic icky fluid in District 9.

This is a very solid, well-paced ghost story with some intellectual novelty, albeit one that owes a number of stylistic elements to recent Japanese horror movies like Ringu and Ju-On. While modestly budgeted, it doesn’t come across as cheap, and the special effects are simple but effective. (The only place where they fail is in the CGI for an SUV crash, which looks like it could have been rendered in the latest Grand Theft Auto. Even so, it’s still miles above the digital bloodshed in Ugandan action films.) Best of all, they’ve eschewed all the boo-shock scares that infest modern horror films in favor of a certain amount of depth and subtlety.

The DVD contains deleted scenes and outtakes that were properly excised. However, do watch the director’s original ending, which is considerably darker, more effective, and more appropriate than the one in the film.

Here’s a trailer:

Like all fractals, Menger Sponges engender a certain geeky fascination, so I’ve found a couple of videos that show various Menger Sponge animations and recursions.

Here’s a Menger Sponge recursion (which is far less disturbing than The Hasselhoff Recursion):

A level 6 Menger Sponge:

It is not, to my mind, as interesting as a Mandelbox:

Blown away by…BLACK DYNAMITE!

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

Saturday night the SDC crowd watched Black Dynamite for our usual after-dinner movie, and it’s a hoot-and-a-half. A loving and extremely well-crafted satire of 70s Blaxpotation films, Black Dynamite manages to get just about everything pitch-perfect in an ultra-violent, ultra-improbable tale set in a world of big Cadillacs, big guns, and big Afros. Hats off to writer and star Michael Jai White for penning a constantly-entertaining parody where the laughs rarely flag, and also for having a totally bad-ass theme song play every time he enters a room.

The really amazing thing is that, for all the intentionally included boom-mikes, deliberate continuity errors, and obviously fake stunt doubles, the production quality is actually much higher on Black Dynamite than the real Blaxplotation films that inspired it. In particular, White is far better at kung fu than any black star was in the 70s.

In short, there hasn’t been such an awesome send-up of a movie genre since Hot Fuzz (which is still in a league all its own). This came and went so quickly that there’s a good chance you never heard of it, but it’s well worth seeking out.

And here’s the trailer.

Toy Wire

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

A mashup of Toy Story and The Wire (complete with Wire language).

Hat tip: Mike Godwin’s Facebook feed.

Jonah Hex Review Now Up

Monday, June 21st, 2010

Over at Locus Online. Howard and I agree that it was better than Wicker Man.

Taking a look at the current movie top ten, the only thing I would say Jonah Hex looks clearly superior to is…Marmaduke.

I can see the poster now: BETTER THAN MARMADUKE AND WICKER MAN! That should pull the crowds in…

Two More Movie Lists

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

Andrew “Armed and Dangerous” Wimsatt sent me a list of Empire’s 500 Greatest Films of All Time. Since that list is broken up into lots of sub-pages, here it is in a more convenient “all on one page” format. (It also avoids the annoying smart quote artifacts that infest every page of the main Empire listings; are these people incapable of downloading a copy of Firefox?)

In many ways this is the mirror image of the Sight and Sound poll I had previously mentioned: Long on crowd-pleasers and cult films and short on European art house fair. While it’s hard to take seriously any “Best of” list that includes Transformers, it was gratifying to see under-rated gems like Hot Fuzz and The Prestige there. And you have to give a list that ranks Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Empire Strikes Back higher than Citizen Kane props for having the courage of its convictions.

Also, here’s Roger Ebert’s 250 Great Movies, which is sort of in-between the two.

The Science of Iron Man, and Other Disquisitions on Comic Book-to-Movie Adaptations

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

So Howard Waldrop and I reviewed Iron Man 2 over at Locus Online. (Executive Summary for the tl;dr crowd: If you liked the first one, you’ll like the second one.) But one point I touch on, albeit briefly, is the question of just how far you’re willing to embrace the looser standards of scientific plausibility used in comic books in a movie that is (technically, ostensibly) science fiction. And frequently “looser” means “non-existent.” (Read the review for thoughts on Tony Stark’s DIY basement particle accelerator.)

The ground-rule of just about any genre work, and certainly speculative fiction, is internal consistency, i.e., the story must play by the rules, and make sense according to, the work’s own internal frame of reference. If it’s a work of science fiction, you can’t just have someone breath in vacuum just because it’s convenient for your plot, you have to provide some sort of mechanism by which they breathe so as not to violate the contract with the reader that the internal consistency requirements of science fiction will be maintained.

In most superhero comics (warning: unlike Howard, I haven’t read every damn comic in the world in my youth, so pardon me if my gross generalizations are gross and general), the scientific plausibility starts out a bit more loosely defined than in your average SF (or fantasy, or horror) story, and gets looser still as time goes on and our hero goes up against an ever-expanding array of villains with ever-more exotic powers. (Never mind the ever-expanding implausibility of that many super-powered individuals running around, the vast majority of whom seem to prefer fighting crime or each other rather than getting immensely rich or setting up their own countries.)

So one superhero is implausible enough. But then you get to something like the Marvelverse, where every possible combination of overpowered individual (Mutants! Aliens! Gods! Demons!) possessing every possible superpower (Magic! Time-travel! Teleportation! Mind-reading! Super-strength! Super-healing! Super-speed!) exist cheek-by-jowl with each other, then where are you allowed to draw the line on plausibility? “I can buy a super-smart billionaire genius building a tiny fusion reactor out of scrap, but living in the same world as a Norse god? Whoa, stop the ride, I have to step off.”

This is why the most successful of the modern comic-book adaptations (Iron Man and Spider-Man both come to mind) work so hard to establish their protagonist’s connection to every-day life (even if, in Tony Stark’s case, that life is pretty freaking rarefied), because without that grounding, viewers are hard-pressed to buy the comic book elements that would seem patently absurd in a realistic movie or novel. It’s also why comic book universes tend to have a giant retcon every now and then to trim the most unlikely branches off that universe (Crisis on Infinite Earths, anyone?).

Granted, the Hollywood standards of plausibility in the average science fiction film, and the average action film (the two genres superhero films drink most deeply from) has been steadily slipping, to the extent they were ever present at all. (Though I should point out that I’m excluding deliberately insane, over the top films like Crank 2 that make no effort to be realistic.) But the race for ever-more-insane set pieces to sate ever-more-jaded tastes must eventually reach the point of diminishing returns; if everything is possible, then nothing is interesting. Which is why superheroes are driven as much by their constraints as by their powers.

Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne are the most interesting subjects for movies because they have no traditional superpowers, owing their status to supreme intelligence, personal training, technological prowess and unlimited bank accounts. By contrast, Superman is the least interesting superhero, being able to do essentially anything he wants. And the Christopher Reeve Superman where he goes back in time (because, you know, Superman simply wasn’t powerful enough already) brings up the question: Why do we care whether Superman wins or loses, since he can always go back in time whenever he wants to undo the outcome?

By these standards, a tiny fusion reactor built out of scrap only slightly strains credibility, while a prism that bends particle beams (rather than light) gets fundamental physics so fundamentally wrong that it shatters it. I also think that you have to take a movie’s basic premise as a given. Now, I find it perfectly acceptable to draw your own line of personal disbelief at, or well before, miniature fusion reactors. But if so, why would you see any Iron Man movie in the first place?

Note: The Locus site is suffering from the side effects of switching to Word Press as their blog engine, so the review may not be available, or the have the link for it show up on the front page, at any given moment.

Iron Man 2

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Since Iron Man 2 opens this weekend, and Howard Waldrop and I will be reviewing it for Locus Online, here’s our review of the original Iron Man.

Top 100 Films of the 1990s? Probably Not

Monday, April 19th, 2010

And here’s a list of the top 100 films of the 1990s compiled by something called “the International Cinephile Society.” Heavy on art house, light on crowd-pleasers (with some odd exceptions, like Starship Troopers). But it’s hard to take any list seriously that includes Julie Taymor’s overwrought Titus (as a director, Julie Taymor is an out-of-control set designer) and omits The Shawshank Redemption. (You can certainly make a good argument that it’s not the greatest film ever made, but it strains credibility to say it’s not even one of the 100 best films of the 1990s.) Also, much as I like Ed Wood, it’s hard to argue that it’s a better film than Schindler’s List.

Other puzzling omissions:

But, like any “best of” list, there are several films on there I’m looking forward to tracking down…