Author: BRWC

  • Tulpa: A Rousing Of Classic Giallo

    Tulpa: A Rousing Of Classic Giallo

    Tulpa is a word derived from ancient Tibetan Buddhist origin, referring to a time in which the practitioner creates a sentient being through the power of meditation and thought.

    It’s also the name for rock star turned director, Federico Zampaglione’s newest triumph, first movie release since his well received Shadow in 2009. Premiered at Frightfest 2012, it soon became one of the hottest acts of the day as a clear homage to early Giallo-style cinema, mixing Italian eroticism with crime, mysticism and a dash of slasher gore. It’s true that at times the acting is amplified and the subject matter a little smutty, but what Giallo crime thriller isn’t? Although Zampaglione was not quite expecting to generate such laughs at the premiere, the film still contains some excellent backdrops as well as a true to the theme soundtrack and a surprisingly enthralling plot unfolding that will leave you questioning “whodunit?”

    There is a fine balance between the elegant, business role of Lisa, played by the sultry Claudia Gerini, and her underground escapades, a private Buddhist club aiming to reach Tulpa through group sex, mirroring the independent and sexually charged characters who would have originally been played by the likes of Edwige Fenech and Ida Galli. This esoteric practice is the gateway to the film’s many blood red-hued erotic scenes as the feature manages to maintain a steady amount of nudity throughout, more so than would have been seen in heavier censored Giallos such as Deep Red and the original The Evil Eye.

    The narrative progresses into a murder mystery, beginning with the death of three Tulpa members Lisa had recently encountered. At fear of scandalising her career, she collaborates with affiliate Stefan (Ivan Franek) to hunt down the killer who rampages in what seems like a plot to strip Lisa of everyone she holds close. There’s no denying the barbaric ferocity and yet theatrical comedy of the torture scenes including a barbed wire merry-go-round, live rat torture box and a woman in the throws of a bondage session being presented with her lover’s removed genitals, a bound winner for devotees of b-movie gore. The killer in the movie, although not innovative, with fragrances of the original My Bloody Valentine and I know What You Did Last Summer, still brings back the teenage nostalgia of a good old slasher and at times I found myself shouting at the screen, “run you idiot!”

    Though the movie received mixed reviews, some loving the crude spiritualism and two-dimensional characters, others yawning with an attitude of “seen it all before,” what is clear is that Zampaglione has managed to resurrect the aura of a classic Giallo thriller whilst adding his own modern coils, crafting this film as a dream for those who get their kicks from vintage horror. If that doesn’t float your dark and scary boat then I think we should take a break. It’s not me, it’s you.

  • A Little ‘The Canyons’ Self-Interrogation

    A Little ‘The Canyons’ Self-Interrogation

    ‘…a piece of string

    and a rock to wind the string around’

    A little The Canyons Self-Interrogation

    by Pablo D’Stair

    PABLO D’STAIR:      I know you’d said you were going to refrain from chiming in on The Canyons anymore until it sees official release, so I appreciate your coming out to chit chat. It just seems to me, with the attention to the film of late, that it so fits in line with your oft stated opinion about films and their audience, you should be broached for comment.

    pablo d’stair:    That the proper audience for a film doesn’t show up until the picture is a number of years old?

    PD:      Yeah (thanks for keeping succinct with the theory there this time, I appreciate it). I guess I figured in the climate of contemporary cinema, you must find yourself of two minds about that—with meta aspects of audience-participation so entrenched in things from conception and all, these days.

    pd:       Films are more and more a split-brain thing, I suppose—or at least consciously to audience and makers.  And I am of two minds about it, as I have been of two minds regarding aspects of The Canyons since my limited and peripheral interactions with it began.  Because you’re correct to speak of it as a meta-film, a film even more-than-meta perhaps, one which seems to be bent on being ‘interfaced with’ even ‘reviewed’ completely a priori. I admit I have to wonder if it isn’t so much a matter of The Canyons, like all films, having to wait for ‘proper audience’—audience coming to it removed from fresh-release-expectations, discovering it the way one would a piece of cinema from ages ago, no merit to consider but the film itself—or that it’s a film distinctly designed to exist for two audiences.

    PD:      Because—not to put words in your mouth—there is an entire life to it, already, it is altogether an extant thing despite no public having viewed it. And this is far from accidental. Part of, maybe, the ‘post-Empire’ aesthetic those who made it are so wrapped up in.

    pd:       Post-Empire is something I’ve come to more earnestly consider and appreciate as an actuality due to The Canyons, frankly. When I first became cognizant of that term being bandied around, I was a bit…dubious. It struck me, initially, as just a new word for ‘underground’ or ‘punk’ or whatever, and in it seeming a kind of rehash of an always existing ‘movement’ in all art, I was bugged by it trying to, as I saw it then, pawn of a freshness.

    PD:      No more?

    pd:       Not so much. It isn’t, for example (or so it seems to me) the same animal as ‘punk’ or ‘outsider’ art, quite the contrary. While ‘punk,’ to stick with one term, has to it a sense of ‘Fuck off, we don’t need your establishment or approval,’ ‘post-Empire’ has a bit more angst-ridden a subversiveness to it. It seems to say ‘Fuck off, sure—but know that we are exactly the establishment you are and belong in the establishment and to be regarded in the establishment’s terms just as much as anything else’—an aggressive head, not wanting to build its own world and rule set, but to strangle an…a kind of admission out of those it might rub raw.

    PD:      Whereas punk or underground turn their back of the traditional or hep, post-Empire is a statement that to turn ones back on IT is a kind of lie, a willful taking on of a tacit involvement with a status quo?

    pd:       Eh. Sounds blowhard and…roundabout…the way you put it there, so let me side step to give a better, more exact flavor to what I mean.  It seems in a lot of contemporary cinema—from inception through pre-release—there is a need for spin, for a kind of narrative to accompany the film’s arrival—nothing to do with the film or the artists or the commentary of the artwork, as a whole, but a narrative-reason to get people to come to the film and to view it through the filter of a spin-doctored mindset.

    PD:      Lies?

    pd:       Lies, yeah—or at least bullshit.  The Canyons, for example, it never (to my memory) touted itself as even a ‘Lindsay Lohan film,’ let alone did it suggest its existence had anything to do with a redemption narrative for the actress, professionally or personally. Now, it could have, it could have gripped on to that spin and sought to control those elements to have an approaching initial audience consider that line the way the producers and filmmakers might like, to some generally positive, warm-hearted effect. The Canyons didn’t do that, though—so the awaiting public supplied it for themselves (minus the warm heart, largely).  Not given a behind-the-scenes storyline to fall in step with, a storyline prestidigitated itself out of the collective-unconscious of contemporary US film watcher.

    PD:      But surely a kind of pre-narrative was given—the crowdsourcing method of funding, the teaser trailers?

    pd:       Too much about the Art, too inside-the-loop for a casual orbiter of the thing.  See—we’re all over the place here, but I will press on—the game of the teaser trailers was an in-joke for people interested in Film (the art form), but it was people interested in Films (the product, the currency) that needed a pre-game, the teasers not quite filling it (filling it a crumb, but no meat). Why I say that a proper audience won’t show up for any film until a film is a bit older is because until that time the question of the film trying to ‘get something’ (in the form of money or accolades or fame or whatever) is too much with people watching it. ‘I wouldn’t pay to see this,’ is a statement that is sadly second nature to make when it seems the film is trying to get back its investment.  But when a film has just been around, when it can be viewed any number of ways (even if these involve money, technically) it just doesn’t have the same imperative—no one is mad that they spent five bucks to rent Enemy At The Gates, one way or another: if they don’t like it, they just say why, for what aesthetic, response-based reason they didn’t, not because they’re annoyed Jude Law and Ed Harris might be getting a cut of the rental fee.

    PD:      Sure.  But you say—and I agree—the filmmakers wanted this a priori storyline of ‘baseless interaction and review’. You mean that, in your view of things, they just didn’t want to be the ones to supply it?

    pd:       Right. The first audience is the audience-wholly-outside-the-film, the pop culture commentators, the armchair theorists—they would rather not have specifics, because those ruin the fun of What If?  To make (again, in my understanding of the term) a post-Empire comment though, the folks involved in making the film could neither seek to defend or inflame the views developing—it would be wrong to, because (as with all established, ‘hep films’) these unfounded-views etc. need to exist, it’s a form of audience interaction. By the filmmakers leaving out a ‘defensive posture,’ the statements (as anyone can see) that the pre-audience are arguing and defending are entities entirely existing only in their own fabricated imaginations. Which is very, very interesting to observe.

    PD:      To use a polite phrase.

    pd:       It doesn’t matter what is said before a film releases, but it is undeniable that a fuck-lot of people have their industry in doing just that—casual, hobbyist, professional—it would not be post-Empire to ignore that or avoid it, that would be ‘underground’ or ‘outsider’.

    PD:      I follow.  And the second audience?

    pd:       Will find The Canyons on a shelf in two years and watch it in the casual way one might watch anything that doesn’t have its feet to the coals of immediate expectation.  It will be viewed as a film, purely. Nothing earth shattering. No commentary. I mean, I can watch a controversial film or one that had a lot of expectation when first released twenty-years later, but it’d be silly if I was wrapped up in the two decade’s old debate.

    PD:      Like a teenage in 2013 who won’t shut up about The Beatles being the most important, influential band of all time?

    pd:       Exactly, right. Kind of…I guess.  My own feeling—likely not shared by the filmmakers, because I’m clearly off in my own left field—is that to let the audience incite their own pre-film-existing narrative (both positive and negative) allows the film to skip past, or at least shorten, the immediate waste of time (my opinion) or early reviews and blurbs and ‘thumbs up or down.’ The majority of first-viewers of the film will see what they have already seen in their head—barring that, many will be simply left deflate that the film was nothing at all like what they expected.

    PD:      How will you be able to watch it? Out of curiosity—is your ‘involvement’ and pointed pre-interest going to be a detriment?

    pd:       It will sully the ‘pristine viewing experience,’ initially, sure (if there is still such a thing). I will not be Pablo-watching-a-film, I will be Pablo-dissecting-and-dismantling a pre-review. Which is not altogether unpleasant.

    PD:      And what do you expect of the film?

    pd:       Don’t know. A thriller. But, see, that is a loaded thing. As a genre, it does not lend itself to hype or pre-examination, the thriller.  Especially something with an erotic element (however much it is or isn’t there in the final analysis of the actual film). Folks went in to Eyes Wide Shut expecting, I don’t know, full frontal and cum shots of Tom and Nicole, so it was ages before most people could get perspective and watch the film that was made.  If you’re ‘in suspense’ waiting to see how explicit the sex is, the actual suspense of the film is largely ignored—like being a teenager renting soft core ‘mystery/thrillers’, who cares what the movies are about, the real intrigue is ‘are we going to see tits and ass?’

    PD:      And if you’re watching, consciously, ‘James Deen acting a part’ or ‘Lohan doing a scene’ then you aren’t, cleanly, watching the film.

    pd:       Sure. And that’s going to happen. And The Canyons knows it.

    PD:      Okay—I want to take one more track before you have to split, and that has to do with the film being looked at as a micro-budget film. Which it is. But if there is ever anything you are of two minds about, it must be the fact that particular attention is given The Canyons on that front.

    pd:       I watch many, many, many films that are micro budget—of all genres, lengths, etc.  Most are superb. But to the typical, lay, contemporary American audience, the notion of smaller budget is synonymous with ‘shitty’—and if one is not shitty, it’s for some miraculous reason.  I, personally, expect more from a film with the budget set low—not talking about The Asylum here (though I do love the lads and ladies at The Asylum)—because it sets the thing up to be art, to be rough-refined, to have actual edge and imperativeness.  So, yes, I have noted a kind of…both defensive use of the term ‘micro budget’ (as though it will excuse some defect, allow perceived flaws to be set on one side) and also a kind of aggrandizing, neither of which I dig.

    PD:      Aggrandizing on the part of the filmmakers?

    pd:       To be straight, yes.  ‘The film looks like it cost ten million to make’ and such things (I paraphrase that, I’ve heard several such statements), the quality measured in terms of financing and all.  But, let me be really fair: this does return to the post-Empire discussion. Because many micro-budget filmmakers are, and want to be, ‘punk’ and ‘underground’ and relish in the fact that there will be a certain physicality to their films particularly because of what equipment (pre-during-and-post production) they have access to (or don’t)—these filmmakers eschew the gloss even of excellent ‘hep films’ because they find it to be unneeded. My heart is there. The post-Empire kick of The Canyons, it seems to treat the micro-budget more as a von Trier-ian obstruction: it is part of the statement and artistic challenge to play inside of the traditional, common-audience aesthetic without the traditional funds and reach to easily achieve such.

    PD:      And this is you saying ‘so that takes the curse off it’? Or this is you being really nice and playing your own bit of spinning pre-audience expectation?

    pd:       Well, I’m imbued in the pre-film as much as I’m in honest anticipation of the film just being out there, so it has to be a bit of both.

    PD:      If it’s shit will you call it shit?

    pd:       You’re asking if I’m bought and paid for?

    PD:      Seems appropriate. You have a whoreishness about you. What is it Mamet says? ‘And you think you’re a ballerina because you work with your legs?’

    pd:       And it seems just as appropriate to stay mum on that point.  Ask me again in two years.

    PD:      I’ll do that.

  • V/H/S: Found Footage Fetish

    V/H/S: Found Footage Fetish

    You’ve broken into a house in search for supposedly rare, possibly pornographic movies. The house is abandoned and four TV screens are buzzing with white noise, surrounded by video tapes. So what do you do? Sit down and watch them of course. In the dark. With a dead man behind you.

    V/H/S is somewhat of an enigma to watch due to its mixture of horror shorts, featuring work from a variety of enterprising directors which makes up an anthology of short stories all being tied together by the frame narrative (Tape 56 by director Adam Wingard). This preliminary film follows a group of young burnouts looking to earn money through retreiving tapes from a spooky house. The motive is a little mysterious but aside from this the story inspires no real emotion, with the found footage, shaky technique, reminiscent of REC and Home Movie, being so hyperbolised it actually becomes a little nausiating.

    However, this is only initial impressions, after all, and if this story is the cover then we certainly shouldn’t be judging the book just yet. As I discovered, and thanks to the compendium of varying narratives and execution, you’ll no doubt at least find one parable to get those juices oozing and if you’re a sick little pup like me, enjoy the myriad of gore-fest moments, at times laughable and others explicitly bile-curdling.

    The first discovered tape is Amateur Night directed by David Bruckner. The camera follows three young and magnificently irritating frat-boys as they attempt to make a greenhorn porno latter to installing a camera into Clint’s (Drew Sawyer) glasses. The acting is as hollow as their evening and while their night takes a turn for the downright disgusting I was actually spurring on the villain, bug-eyed vampire monster, Lily (Hannah Fierman), not that this was a problem.  Much like a lot of the clips featured, the characters are no-more believable than the concept of their horror and yet the brash monster depictions and interminable supply of fake blood, perhaps overcompensating, are enjoyable non-the-less.

    The next two, Second Honeymoon by Ti West and Tuesday the 17th by Glenn McQuaid, are not quite as memorable as the others, although they certainly have their moments. Second Honeymoon surveys a couple on a road trip, while Tuesday the 17th’s headliner is a quad of friends on a short getaway, a typical “psycho in the woods” plot line but with a slight bitter twist. As it reached this stage in the movie, I was left pondering various signals and symbolism regarding women and sexuality, what with the brutal way the anti-heroines went about finding their prey or “bait”.  Either this, or numerous shots of tits, or thanks to the gonzo style camera shots, jocks fixating on shots of tits, it’s difficult to tell whether this is a really offensive depiction of the female form or actually quite a, dare I say it, empowering one. It’s true, the directors are all male but in their words, they want the audience to “have fun” with the film. As David Bruckner said in an interview, “we’re absolutely poking fun at our own idiosyncrasies. I think there are actually many very, very powerful moments for female characters throughout the piece.”

    Although female empowerment may not be true for the last two shorts, here I was presented with my favourites, The Sick Thing That Happened to Emily When She Was Younger by Joe Swanberg and Radio Silence’s 10/31/98. These were the two that contained the sickest and yet most amusing framework, both involving satanic forces implicit of Paranormal Activity and The Amityville Horror. Each one had their own differing charms, of course. 10/31/98’s haunted house depiction, although a little tacky, certainly picked up the animated terror Silence was clearly trying to obtain. Think back to your first fairground house of horrors experience except at the end you find a demonic cult ritual with a group of perturbed halloweeners and you’re there.

    V/H/S will almost definitely never reach a classic cult status likes it’s comparatives such as The Blair Witch Project and Cloverfield and there’s no doubt that there are a few predictable moments. However, there’s also some repugnant gore and genuinely creepy elements that make up for the somewhat dry periods. A good film for wrapping up warm with your loved ones and a bowl of popcorn. Oh, and don’t forget the sick bucket. It may come in handy.

  • May I Kill U? – Review

    May I Kill U? – Review

    I have to be honest I’ve never cared for Kevin Bishop’s comedy show when it was on British TV. It consisted of broad impersonations of celebrities that most school boys could (with the subtle humour to match). Although it is heartening to note that he played Jim Hawkins in Muppet Treasure Island. That aside seeing his name above the title did little to excite me about this film. Luckily Bishop doesn’t get to break out his arsenal of stupid impressions.

    He plays Officer Baz who whilst cycling away from a community meeting is assault by a local crim. Sustaining a bad concussion he starts to experience blinding migraines which also gives him the urge/brainwave to kill people who witnesses breaking the law. You may have guessed from the titles use of the letter “U” that the films plot heavily relies on all the mod cons; texting, YouTube, i-Pad apps all feature heavily in the story. This is just a straight forward Death Wish rehash, our anti-hero likes to record his killings and put them up online as some sort of deterrent to the residence of East London. Worried about licensing laws or even being charged with murder he asks each victim “may I kill you?” befor clubbing, strangling or electrocuting people to death. I’m not entirely sure it works as a defence in court – not sure Boston Legal covered that.

    may-i-kill-you

    There are some slick moments where text bubbles appear on screen when characters receive them. It’s a trick that seems to associated with TV’s Sherlock but it should become a standard way to deliver these message. Assuming texts will be around for a couple more years at least, it makes a change to them being read out or having to cut to a phone for 10 seconds in order for the audience to read them. May I Kill U? also is one of the first films I can think of that utilises phone and desktop apps. Most of us use them now. Again it’s a plot device which will probably start be used more often in films.

    But technological inventiveness aside May I Kill U? doesn’t have a whole lot else to recommend. It seems to be aiming for some sort of biting social satire. But it’s not funny when it tries to be or horrific enough when it needs to be. You could read the tone of the film as being judgemental toward viewers appetite for murder and death on the web. The overall tone though feels more like a wish fulfilment for anyone who’s been annoyed by thugs in the street or thought “castrations too good for them” when they see stories about sex traffickers. In this world you can murder folk, tweet about it, build up an online celebrity status, get an attractive girlfriend and have people applaud you for it. This is fantastical realism in it’s extreme. Director Stuart Urban has a slick visual eye and knows how to use his locations well. Sometimes the acting needs reigning in but for the most part the cast are solid. Stuart Urban the writer though needs to find the right balance in his story – is this thriller? Comedy? Horror? Throw in some almost random Oedipus subplot and the story seems a little all over the place. Overall May I Kill U? is a film once seen and quickly forgotten.

  • Opinion – Why Dredd Was The Best Comic Book Movie Of 2012

    Opinion – Why Dredd Was The Best Comic Book Movie Of 2012

    Coming on the back of the excellent news that Dredd 3D has debuted at the top of the Blu-Ray and DVD charts for this week, I thought it was appropriate to finally lay the case that Pete Travis’s big screen adaptation of the helmeted law enforcer from Mega-City One was by far and away the best comic book movie of last year

    Set in the not too distant future, America is now a radiated wasteland and a sprawling urban jungle stretches across the East Coast. With crime an increasing problem, enforcers known as Judges are bestowed the power of being judge, jury and executioner to help keep the peace. Judge Dredd is the most feared; and after investigating a call to one of the many vertical townships, he becomes confined in the huge 200-story complex with Rookie Judge Anderson. The only way out is to fight, as he and Anderson aim to stop the drug-lord Ma-Ma, who has seized control of the building. Simple premise yes, but it’s as bombastically entertaining as it is basic in narrative.

    Although encouraging seeing it shifting units in the DVD market, it is somewhat of a scant consolation considering the disappointing box office numbers from both over here, and especially across the pond. Incorrectly and unfairly perceived as a remake (and even a sequel) of the 1995 Sylvester Stallone tepid action flop, the Americans couldn’t seem to grasp that it wasn’t, in any way, connected. Couple this with a non-existent marketing campaign and it being issued the dreaded, yet utterly nonsensical, R rating, the film was always destined to struggle in the States. While it faired slightly better in the UK, where Dredd is one of the country’s most famous comic book characters, it barely made a dent and disappeared after just 3 weeks. Ultimately, it was such a shame for a film that delivers what many an action film fan had been craving for years; a brutal, 90 minute long, 18-rated, no holds barred depiction of a classic law enforcing anti-hero…but unfortunately for Dredd, Gareth Evans’s The Raid had been released months earlier and its story was very, very similar.

    the raid

    Harsh accusations of plagiarism engulfed the release of Dredd, despite production companies sitting on Alex Garland’s superb portrayal of the 2000AD gruff lawman for years. And even though the premise of both films is hardly ground breaking (see Die Hard, Escape from New York, Game of Death), it did undoubtedly affect the film’s credibility as an original piece of cinema merely because The Raid was released first. Internet a**e-holes (commonly known as trolls), slated the film before even seeing it, citing it as a “Raid Rip-off”. The demographic that Travis and Garland were relying on turned against the movie, and for no real reason. But let’s not dwell on why the film failed, let me explain why Dredd was superior to the other 3 powerhouses of comic book folklore that appeared on the silver screen in 2012: Spiderman, Batman, and of course, The Avengers (I’m not counting Men in Black 3 because a. I haven’t seen it and 2. I can’t bring myself to suggest anything is better than Will Smith).

    Is Dredd really better than these behemoths?
    Is Dredd really better than these behemoths?

    All 4 of the major comic book movies released last year were entertaining in their own right. Christopher Nolan’s high concept conclusion to a stunning trilogy was a rip roaring success at the box office. Joss Whedon’s incredible ability to make The Avengers work, and work so well, was fantastic to watch unfold. And Marc Webb’s difficult task of getting everyone’s favourite neighbourhood Spiderman back on the big screen so soon after Sam Raimi departed the franchise was a solid and entertaining, if a little pointless, effort. I liked them all, no question, but we had seen them before. The Dark Knight Rises had nothing on its predecessor. The Avengers, while excellent, tried too hard to share screen time between its five thousand included heroes and The Amazing Spiderman was yet another origin story that no one really needed, or even wanted. Dredd however, felt utterly refreshing in an overly saturated and increasingly common genre.

    01

    2000AD is a comic book aimed at adults. The producers took a risk that films seldom do these days; it was an 18. It wasn’t watered down for the appeal of the Orange Wednesday crowd, and while this was likely the reason for its meagre box office takings, it was all the better for it artistically. Mega City One is unforgiving and brutal; to limit its portrayal to align with the standards of the BBFC would have been a mistake. So to see bullets tearing through the flesh of drugged up criminals in slow motion is like seeing the hand drawn panels of Carlos Ezquerra come to life. While bloody, ruthless and explicit in its violence, it wasn’t overly gratuitous or gory for the sake of it; it was essential to the ethos of Judge Dredd and Mega City One. …And wasn’t it odd in The Dark Knight Rises to see a gunned down police chief just lying on the floor in his pristine police uniform?

    02

    My main gripe with The Dark Knight Rises was that the story had far too many ridiculous bits in it. In an attempt to create a sophisticated comic book movie, Christopher Nolan inadvertently treated his audience like they were idiots. Like we wouldn’t notice the long list of infuriatingly stupid moments if we were distracted by a complicated story line (as humorously pointed out in this honest trailer www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQJuGeqdbn4). The film was good, but only if you didn’t take any time to think about it. Harkening back to early John Carpenter classics like Escape from New York, Alex Garland took the simple route when writing a story for Dredd’s second outing on the silver screen. Its simplicity was most definitely one of its strongest points and even computer game like in its approach; varying levels of increasing difficulty culminating in a final face off with the big boss. That was it. The film wasn’t bogged down with an hours worth of character origin, ala The Amazing Spiderman and it wasn’t over complicated in an attempt at being sophisticated, like The Dark Knight Rises. And while The Avengers jumped straight into it from the off, Marvel did need to push out 4 stand-alone movies to enable it to do so.

    03

    I miss the days of self-contained 90-minute movies. Everything has to be at least 2 hours long these days and The Avengers, TDKR & The Amazing Spiderman took full liberty with that trend. All pushing close to 3 hours, you really have to set aside a big chunk of your day just to watch them, so it was refreshing to be able to see a film that can be watched at around 10pm and still get to bed before midnight. Not to complain about lengthy films or anything, because sometimes it’s needed and often great to be fully immersed in a cinematic spectacle for a few hours, but it just puts a bit of a limit on repeat viewings. Some of my favourite films are just that because I can watch them at any time. I don’t have to be in the right frame of mind to whack on The Warriors for instance, I can just chuck it on and be entertained for a solid 90 minutes and then get on with my day. Dredd will definitely fall into that category once it’s purchased on Blu-Ray (from HMV).

    04

    (BEWARE SPOILERS) If you’re familiar with the comics, you will know that Judge Dredd is a wry, no-nonsense tough talking bad ass, and Karl Urban completely nailed it. Not only did he keep the helmet on (as he famously does in the comics), he balanced his performance with a stunning level of humour and had that sternness you would fully expect him to have. Spiderman however, was just a bit of a dick. It was good to see Andrew Garfield maintain a quite cocky and sarcastic demeanour, as Spiderman is in the comics, but there were moments when it teetered on the edge of him being unlikeable. It’s fair to say that this version of the Web head was more aligned with the character than the wet flannel that was Tobey Maguire, but don’t make a promise to a dying man who saved your life, only to completely ignore it after you fail to even turn up to the man’s funeral. That’s just harsh. As for Batman, well we just didn’t see enough of him in The Dark Knight Rises and that was quite irritating. Batman is quite possibly the best comic book character of all time; so to see him relegated to about 45 minutes of screen time only to retire was a bit disappointing. The Avengers? Well Marvel know their characters well enough to portray them perfectly, and portray them perfectly they did. Mark Ruffalo’s Hulk was the best on screen portrayal of the not-so-jolly green giant and was quite simply superb.

    The casting of Karl Urban was perfect
    The casting of Karl Urban was perfect

    05

    3D is a fad. No question, but somehow, the 3D in Dredd wasn’t actually that bad. If I had a choice I would’ve shunned seeing the film in 3 dimesions as I had done for both The Avengers and The Amazing Spiderman. It just doesn’t do anything for my peepers. My brain is more than capable of judging perspective in a 2D image, and I like the colour of films to be rich and vibrant, seeing a film with special glasses makes it dull and lifeless. The cinematic release however was a strictly 3D affair, but its use was limited and used in the right way. It enhanced the antagonists’ use of Slo-Mo, the time altering drug that features in the film, and genuinely created a real sense of euphoria that the drug is supposed to provide. The Slo-Mo sequences looked stunning and were a stark contrast to the grim and depressing reality of Mega-City One. Colours pulsated, light shimmered and the world transformed into an exhilarating, soft focused, false façade the audience could share. It was a wonderful juxtaposition with what was the harsh reality of a dystopian future, and what was enhanced through the use of narcotics. The sequences may have been overused a tad, but when they looked that good, it’s no real surprise to see Pete Travis milk it a little bit. To then see that a film can look so good, and be made at a fraction of the price as its contemporaries, is a testament to the production team behind the film. Of course, it didn’t rake in anywhere near as much the others, but then that was never going to happen. It might be ridiculous, even controversial, of me to entertain the idea Dredd is superior when you look at the figures, and figures don’t lie, but then Transformers continues to make millions and millions of pounds and they are awful films. Think about that.

    Alex Garland has plans for a trilogy of Dredd movies, but after its abysmal performance at the box office it is unlikely his promising adaptation of such a cult hero will see the light of day. The Blu-Ray charts are encouraging though, so if units continue to shift then we might once again see Karl Urban don the helmet and grimace…but it needs to shift big. If you haven’t seen it, and enjoy a good old-fashioned action romp with unabashed violence, then it’s a must see. I might buy 3 copies just to help it get the sequel it really does deserve.

    Dredd is available on Blu-Ray and DVD now. Go and buy it. Help the cause.