Sunday, September 25, 2016
It's 1977 and we start with Ed and Lorraine (Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga) investigating a certain house in Amityville, New York where Lorraine encounters a powerful demon in the form of a super-duper creepy nun and has a vision of Ed dying. Afterwards, she decides they're taking a break from their ghostbusting. Meanwhile in Enfield, England, single mom Peggy Hodgson (Frances O'Connor) and her four children begin experiencing all manner of bizarre events in their run down council home. Daughter Janet (Madison Wolfe) is the target of the malevolent entity. Probably because she used a homemade ouija board by herself. She's tormented and occasionally possessed which leads mom Peggy to seek help wherever she can. Neighbors then police (who do witness the activity) and eventually the press and paranormal investigators. The Hodgson case becomes something of a media sensation (it really did...look it up). In the end, the church asks the Warrens fly over there and report on whether they feel it's a hoax or the real deal. They waffle because of Lorraine's disturbing dreams but finally agree.
Their investigation reveals that an elderly man named Bill Wilkins died in the house and is the spirit responsible for the torturous chaos afflicting the Hodgsons. After a series of terrifying events, the Warrens are convinced it is not a hoax...until a camera captures Janet, not an invisible force, destroying the kitchen. With everything that occurred before now in question, mom Peggy is pissed that they doubt her and demands they leave. While on the train waiting to depart, Ed realizes something about the audio recordings they made and using two separate tape players, plays back two different sessions of dead guy Bill speaking simultaneously. That's when they learn Bill is not responsible but instead he's trapped in the house and being manipulated by a demonic force. The Warrens race back to the Hodgson home to do battle with the dark entity (yes, it is the same one Lorraine met in the Amityville house).
Ignoring the liberties the filmmakers may have taken regarding what actually took place almost 40 years ago, one cannot help but become emotionally invested in the plight of Janet Hodgson and her family. My complaints include those liberties I mentioned as well as the running time (134 minutes). It's simply too long. And while I understand the need to beef up the action and chills, it is possible to make a horror film based on real events that stays true to that reality without making a bunch of shit up.
Acting: Wilson and Farmiga as the Warrens alternate between wooden and over the top. Their performances are strange. O'Connor and the kids are spot on.
Story: Based on a true story. Very loosely based. Ends up part The Exorcist and part Poltergeist.
Direction: James Wan knows what he's doing. Just wish on this occasion it wouldn't have taken him 134 minutes to do it.
Production Values: Well, since the budget was $40 million, there's really not much to talk about. If anything, it's a little too slick. This is supposed to be 1977 so it should have that grainy, 70s look. The sets, especially the Hodgson house, are amazing.
Gore/FX: For the life of me, I can't understand why this is rated R. A tiny bit of blood and no gore. Considering the budget, the CGI is impressive, of course.
Scares: I'm sure most folks would say there are loads of them. For me personally, I can think of two decent ones.
Ending: God help me, it was too happy. Hokey Hollywood hokum.
Verdict: Should you see The Conjuring 2? Sure. I don't think it's as good as the first one, but it's certainly not bad. At least there's no creepy fucking doll in it.
Rating: 3 out of 5
Posted by Nate Dean at 4:02 PM
Sunday, September 11, 2016
A small Korean village is suddenly beset by a series of bizarre murders at the hands of normal folks who fell ill to a mystery illness. Boils are involved. Doctors haven't a clue. Local cop Jong-Goo (Do Won Kwak), a slightly bumbling family man, investigates and is led to believe a Japanese man (Jun Kunimura) who recently moved to the area is somehow connected. His suspicions are based on what you'd call unreliable evidence. A local store owner said while in the forest, he saw the Japanese stranger chewing on the carcass of a dead dear. And that his were red. And he wore nothing but a weird loincloth/diaper thing. Jong-Goo enlists his partner and his partner's Japanese-speaking, priest in training nephew to accompany him to the stranger's house deep in the woods. They find all kinds of fucked up things. One room is full of pictures of the murder victims, some when they were alive and some of their ravaged corpses. Also in the room are articles of clothing, some from the dead, some from those not dead. Yet. One item is the shoe of Jong-Goo's pre-teen daughter. Another room is an altar complete with a black goat's head. So it seems they've found the culprit. Right? Well...
Prior to her father's visit to the stranger's lair, Jong-Goo's daughter started acting weird. No longer the sweet-natured daddy's girl, she's cussing like a sailor, eating like a starving linebacker, and just plain creepy. There are more murders, suicides, and allegations against the Japanese man. One story comes from a woman Jong-Goo meets while guarding a crime scene. She's an odd duck. Tells him she witnessed the murders, that the man sucked the blood and life from the victims. Of course she disappears. Jong-Goo's daughter goes downhill fast, nearly stabbing a neighbor lady to death in a fit of...oh, let's just say it: possession. A shaman is consulted and tasked with exorcising the demon. He says it's all the stranger's doing. Jong-Goo, in a fit of paternal rage, gathers a posse and charges back up the mountain to once and for all take care of the Japanese man. Unfortunately, they encounter a zombie (that's a long story) that simply won't die. They do discover the stranger and give chase, only to lose him. While the posse is driving their truck down the mountain, we see the stranger chasing the odd duck woman through the forest. Next we know, the truck is hit by something big and slews to a stop. It's the Japanese guy. Dead. Jong-Goo and friends dump the body over the guardrail. Job seemingly done, he heads directly to the hospital and finds his daughter is back to normal. Yay! Right?
This is where everything goes sideways and we enter a minefield of potential spoilers. The shaman tells Jong-Goo he was wrong, that the stranger was not the cause of the possessions but rather it's the woman in white (odd duck woman) who's responsible. The daughter disappears from the house, Jong-Goo frantically searches the village...only to encounter the woman in white. At the same time, his daughter returns home and is no longer normal, the shaman is racing to the scene, and the priest in training nephew tracks down the supposedly dead Japanese stranger to a candlelit cave. What happens next is disturbing and more than a little confusing. You'll have to decide for yourself what it all means. I have a hunch, and I'm pretty sure I'm right.
I'm leaving so much out of this review it's damn near criminal. If you see this movie, you'll understand why it's literally impossible to engineer a full plot summary. Be easier just to hand over a copy of the script.
Acting: All performances range from subtle and layered to out and out scenery-chewing. Appropriate, though, for this kind of film.
Story: Overly and unnecessarily complicated.
Direction: The first movie I've seen that plods and wanders yet fully held my attention for the entire 156 minutes.
Production Values: Filmed on location in the South Korean village of Goksung, it's about as authentic as you can get. Kudos to the folks in charge of lighting. That could not have been easy.
Gore/FX: An impressive amount of blood and related awfulness. Some serious gross, which is groovy. The make-up crew deserve awards. Especially for the zombie. Eek.
Scares: There are. Not as many as I hoped, though.
Ending: Um...well, you see, it's just...Oh, balls. I don't know. It's really fucked up, okay?
Verdict: Should you see The Wailing? Indeed you should. If not for the overwrought plot, this film would be nearly perfect. Keep in mind, if you're not used to Asian horror, you may wonder if I've been eating magic mushrooms. (If you see the movie, you'll understand the mushroom reference and see that I'm being quite clever.)
Rating: 4 out of 5
Posted by Nate Dean at 5:14 PM
Friday, August 26, 2016
We begin in Vatican City with Cardinal Bruun (John Andersson) and Vicar Imani (Djimon Hounsou) showing us numerous possessions via video while explaining in voices laden with doom how Satan will soon walk the earth. Unless the Church can stop him. Bruun, it seems, was possessed when he was 12 years old. An exorcism saved him. And so...
It's Angela's (Olivia Dudley) birthday. Her Army colonel father Roger (Dougray Scott) says he can't make it but he and Angela's boyfriend Pete (John Patrick Amedori) conspire to surprise her. Roger shows up, everyone's happy, then Angela starts feeling unwell and acting weird. A big ass raven starts following her around. Her goofiness lands her in a psych hospital where patients and staff inexplicably start hurting themselves and attacking others. Family friend and priest Father Lozano (Michael Pena) finally recognizes that Angela isn't really Angela anymore and places a call to Italy. Back at home with boyfriend Pete, dad Roger, and Father Lozano, Angela confronts the newly arrived Cardinal Bruun. There's a bizarre deja vu moment when you swear you're watching The Exorcist at the part when Father Merrin and Father Karras first enter the house. Oh, if only what happens next could have been even a tenth as good as what Merrin and Karras experienced.
I feel the need to spoil, so there's your warning. Instead of reciting the Rite of Exorcism, Bruun simply screams at Angela and chokes her, demanding the demon show itself. It says it's Satan and had possessed Bruun when he was 12. Sure. Why not. Bruun fetches a few dozen feet of log chain from the car and they secure her to the bed. He also fetched a fancy dagger, aiming to kill Angela. Not much works out for Cardinal Bruun. He dies, Angela/Satan suddenly becomes a supervillain from a Marvel movie and blasts half the house apart to escape. Roger and Pete die in the blast. Father Lozano survives and rushes to meet with Vicar Imani at the Vatican. They watch TV which shows Angela gaining global fame for miraculously healing the sick. Then the two men of the cloth discuss the inevitable war between the warriors of God and Satan...who now walks the earth. Pretending to be the messiah. By doing messiah stuff. Like it says in the Bible. Get it? Do ya?
Talk about putting too fine a point on it. Beyond the overbaked denouement, nothing that happens after Angela leaves the loony bin makes half a lick of sense. Up to that point, I was interested, engaged even. A favorite expression of movie reviewers is that a film collapses under its own weight. I've never used that particular expression. I use it now.
Acting: Michael Pena might have been on ludes when shooting this. Way too mellow. Dougray Scott contributes most of the necessary raw emotion as would be expected by a father. Andersson goes overboard as Bruun. Amedori as Pete is just right. As for Dudley's Angela...I don't know. Doesn't stand out either way.
Story: Nothing even remotely new here.
Production Values: The movie looks pretty good. Budget was $8.5 million. Nothing too fancy.
Gore/FX: There could have been but there wasn't. If only it had been rated R....
Scares: What are those?
Ending: Dumb. Evil dumb.
Verdict: Should you see The Vatican Tapes? No. You should not. It was a waste of talent and money. Go watch The Exorcist or The Exorcism of Emily Rose again.
Rating: 2 out of 5
Posted by Nate Dean at 12:52 PM
Sunday, August 21, 2016
I wrote that first paragraph three months ago, immediately following my viewing of the film. For whatever reason, the review did not get finished. I'll cut to the chase and eschew the usual Skinny simply because the details are now vague and it just wasn't very damn good.
The film was produced to within an inch of its life. Visually, it's stunning, but it's form over function. The story is goofy and boring and one we've seen many times. Tom Hiddleston as Thomas Sharpe is, of course, worth watching. Jessica Chastain as his sister Lucille chews on the scenery like a starving (and deranged) honey badger. My favorite performance is Jim Beaver as Carter Cushing. You know Jim from his gig as Bobby on the Supernatural TV show. Cushing's daughter Edith (Mia Wasilkowska) is the focus of the Sharpe siblings' attention and has to be a moron. So what's the scam? Thomas seduces the daughters of rich guys to get their money to fund his contraption that's able to dig clay faster. Exciting, no? Yeah, no. Don't get me wrong, there are ghosts involved and a few scenes in the creepy mansion aren't terrible, but ultimately the entire endeavor feels pointless. The last thing you should feel when watching a horror flick is apathy.
I'm thinking of putting together a petition to force del Toro to make Hellboy 3 before he's allowed to helm any other project. No doubt Ron Perlman would be first in line to sign.
Rating: 2 out of 5
Posted by Nate Dean at 2:52 AM
Sunday, May 22, 2016
I haven't posted an update of my house's paranormal activity for quite some time simply because there has been nothing to report. Yeah, well, that's changed. Why? I got a new roommate. And within days of his moving in, he began to experience all manner of crazy shit. The interesting part is that it doesn't start until after I leave the house for work. Even more interesting is that it's the same stuff I dealt with when I first moved in.
He informed me that after I'm gone, it sounds like someone is trying to break in. The front and back door knobs rattle, the screen doors bang, but there is no one there. He checks every time. He also hears someone with heavy footsteps walking around upstairs and then hears those footsteps trudge down the stairs. Again, no one. At first, he thought I'd come home from work early. I had not. He also hears people talking, random banging, and closed doors opening on their own. Then there's the tiny attic access door upstairs. It's in my bedroom. During the tour when he first moved in, I showed it to him, had him peek at the crawlspace behind it (I think it's cool). He did not think it was cool. In fact, being near that door gives him a major case of the freaks. He now avoids my room as if it were a TB ward.
There's activity every day. I gave him the digital voice recorder so he can try to document some of these sounds. I'll keep you posted.
Posted by Nate Dean at 9:57 PM