Author: BRWC

  • Savage Streets: The Greatest 80’s Film Or The Greatest Film Ever Made?

    Savage Streets: The Greatest 80’s Film Or The Greatest Film Ever Made?

    Savage Streets (1984)
    Starring Linda Blair, John Vernon and Linnea Quigley
    Directed By Danny Steinmann
    I have a long standing love affair with Linda Blair, in fact she would be my favorite actress were not Sigourney Weaver born (and… a much better actress.) Linda is a strange, mystical creature, born into the world of hardcore, gritty 70’s cinema, but made for the glossy, explosion (and exploitation) heavy, tit-filled, cheesy cinema of the 80’s.

    She is not a good actress in the traditional sense of the word. In fact the only two films in her long career in which she acts what I would call “well” are The Exorcist (in which the notoriously hardcore William Friedkin literally beat and abused the performance out of her) and Born Innocent (in which she played a drug addicted, teenage prostitute.) Both of these films were made well before Blair turned 18, meaning that her acting talent as a child far out shown it as an adult. But, what Blair lacks in acting talent she makes up for in Three Unique things: 1. Screen Presence (she is immensely watchable in even the worst shit.) 2. An awkward, electric sense of you don’t know what the hell she might do on screen. 3. Her gigantic, frequently whipped out boobs (and the gusto that comes with them.)

    Speaking of Linda Blair and her boobs, this brings me to Savage Streets, not only Linda’s Magnum Opus, but her boobs as well. Not only that, but the film is the single Most 80’s, 80’s movie in existence and in my humble opinion the GREATEST FILM EVER MADE.

    Savage Streets tells the story of (giant haired, leg warmer and spandex clad) Brenda (Linda Blair, and her boobs) a gritty, street savvy, High Schooler who leads an all girl gang called The Satins and who takes care of her deaf/mute ballet dancing sister, Heather (Linnea Quigley and NOT her future breast implants.) One day a rival gang of punk, drug selling miscreants (called The Scars) viciously rapes and nearly beats Heather to death, then later they kill Brenda’s pregnant (Hispanic) best friend. After a long sit in the bathtub, thinking and smoking a cigarette (with her boobs out, practically bobbing in time with the hard rockin soundtrack) Brenda slips into a skin tight black cat suit, grabs a crossbow and a few bear traps, then sets out to make mince meat of her enemies (while looking fabulous in the process.).

    Also, in addition to all that chuck in several vicious cat fights; including one in the girl’s locker room, wherein everyone is naked, some homo-erotic loving between the oh-so-attractive rapists and such classic lines of dialog as “Go fuck an iceberg.” and “Too bad you’re not double jointed, then you could bend back and kiss your ass goodbye.” And I think you’ll see my point about this being the greatest film in the history of film. It has something for everyone.

    If all THAT wasn’t enough the film is exceptionally well paced (with NEVER a dull moment.) It’s shot with a loose, glossy but still kind of gritty stylishness that belay’s it’s most likely low budget. The acting for the most part is quite good (considering the genre) with John Vernon, the Rapists and Linnea Quigley (surprise) all turning in above average performances. The plot and dialog, despite being over the top, is no worse than anything you’d find in a more respectable Dirty Harry film. And then of course it has Linda Blair, with top billing, in all her epic gloriousness, coiffed with enough hairspray and lipstick to cover half of New Jersey, mowing down punks and spouting off crazed one liners like a true woman on a mission. Plus, Linda’s boobies. Did I mention them? (And yes, I am gay. Very gay. But Linda Blair and her boobies make me VERY happy, as they should the whole world.).

    10 out of 10 Crossbow Arrows to the Crotch

  • Michael Bay’s Facebook Profile by Michael Bay (with Akiva Goldsman)

    Michael Bay’s Facebook Profile by Michael Bay (with Akiva Goldsman)

    Michael Benjamin Bay

    Lives In: Hollywood CA, Steven Spielberg’s Ass
    Married To: Michael Bay
    Knows: English, Ghetto English, Spanglish, Blackanese, Jew, Boomboomsplosion Noises, LeBeoufismness, Mouth Trumpet
    Birthday: February 17th 1965
    From: Hell

    Education and Work
    Employers:
    Me, Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, Richard Marx, Satan, Meat Loaf
    High School:
    San Dimas High
    College:
    Harvard (my acceptance and time there inspired the hit 1986 film, Soul Man.)
    Philosophy
    Religious Views:
    Whichever deity has caused the most explosions is the one that I pray to. Also, I’m like kind of Jewish.
    Political Views:
    National Socialist German Worker’s Party
    Favorite Quotations:
    I allow a lot of room for improvisation and funny stuff. I always feel planned. “- Michael Bay
    Arts and Entertainment
    Music:
    Nickelback, Aerosmith, Creed, Will Smith, Tone Loc, The Divynls, Menudo, Anne Murray
    Books:
    An Idiot’s Guide to Filmmaking by Michael Bay, Chicken Soup for the Hole by Stephanie Meyer, Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss, Explosions: A Retrospective by Michael Bay
    Movies:
    Bad Boys, Bad Boys II, The Rock, Armageddon, Pearl Harbor, The Island, Transformers, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Highlander II: The Quickening, North, Waterworld, Ishtar, 1941, Howard the Duck, Superman IV: The Quest for Peace, Barb Wire, Jaws The Revenge, The Holcroft Covenant, Battlefield Earth, Excessive Force 2: Force on Force, Rashomon
    Television:
    She’s the Sheriff, Muppet Babies
    Activities and Interests
    Interests:
    Bewbs, Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Chicks, Explosions, Breasts, Excessive Excessiveness, Double Explosions, Tits, Mushroom Clouds, Robots, Ladies, Kissing Epically More Talented Richer Than God Jewish Guys Asses, Cars, Wasting Money, Poorly Conceived Racial Humor, Shia LeBeouf, Fart Jokes
    Activities:
    Directing Images That Move And Have Sound That Goes With Them
    Being Tall
    Being A Douchebag
    Objectifying Women
    Objectifying Cars
    Objectifying Objects
    Masturbating While Driving And Looking At Pictures Of Hot Chicks
    Ruining Childhood Memories
    Remaking Films
    Basic Information
    About You:
    Multi-Billion Dollar companies give me gargantuan sums of money to take a lot of metal bits, black people and boobies, shove them through a wood chipper aimed at a camera, set it to hard rockin’ tunes, super impose some explosions and release it as a two hour incoherent theatrical trailer. Also, I directed Donny Osmond’s seminal 1989 Music Video, Soldier of Love.
    Interested In:
    Women, More Specifically Bewbs
    Relationship Status:
    Married: To Michael Bay
    Anniversary:
    June 13th 1980
    Sex:
    Extra Manly
    Contact Information
    Mobile: 555-555-5555
    AIM: CarzRkewl666
    Facebook: facebook.com/TheDevilsCornhole
  • Tober Hooper: What the Hell?

    Tober Hooper: What the Hell?

    *In the early 1970’s young, fresh faced, Tobe Hooper was out shopping one evening for Christmas gifts at a hardware store. The crowd was thick, loud and unruly, as is often the case at that time of the year, and Hooper became agitated. In that moment (in what im sure occurred mentally as several Brian DePalma-like slowly zooming close ups) a fit of desperation and anguish overtook him. Hooper’s mind began to race. His eyes darted about the increasingly annoying room… Then he spotted a nearby chainsaw… It is then that Hooper imagined himself wielding the mighty metallic weapon. Firing it up, it’s engine purring like a beast from hell, and carving his way through the endless lines of holiday shoppers, just so he could escape the Holiday fueled, claustrophobic nightmare and pay for his stocking stuffer Caulk Guns sooner…

    (*Some portions of this story may have been embellished for dramatic purposes.)

    It is of course this little incident of Holiday black humor and daydreaming that ended up birthing…

    The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)
    Written By Tobe Hooper and Kim Henkel
    Directed By Tobe Hooper
    During a brutally hot summer, on a budget so low (rumored to be between 60 and 120 Thousand) even Sam Raimi would say “Screw this. I’m going home.” Tobe Hooper and his not-so-merry band of local actors, artists and townsfolk branded together (and tortured themselves) to create a true horror classic.

    The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, for those of you not in the know, tells the story of a group of young friends (led by Sally Hardesty, played by Marilyn Burns) traveling across the back roads of Texas to make sure their families graves hadn’t been ransacked (in a freak mass un-burial/act of odd vandalism) and to visit their old homestead. Along the way they pick up a deranged hitch-hiker and then run out of gas in the middle of nowhere. It is in this desolate countryside that the bodies start to pile up, the terror is amped to the max and its unrelenting nightmare assault on the cast AND audience really ratchets up.

    Aside from the insipid antics of the semi-retarded Franklin Hardesty (most likely in the film to give it SOME even minor relief from soul numbing horror) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is as pitch perfect a fright flick you will ever come across. And why is that might you ask? A whole bunch of boobies? A pile of gore? A massive body count? No. No. And also no. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is a film that relies solely on mood, tone and atmosphere to create a disorienting sensation of absolute, utterly realistic and believable dread in it’s audience.

    I’ve often said (since I first viewed the film as a YOUNG child) that what allows the movie to get under even my horror hardened skin is that it looks (and sounds) like some grainy home movie; a real document of carnage that someone just happened to find in some serial killer’s attic and decided to release as a film. Whether or not it was a conscious decision, or just the fault of the low budget (probably a combination of the two) the very look of the faded, scratched film stock the movie was shot on is roughly half of where the mood exists. Don’t get me wrong, this is no amateur production (even though… it was) the camera work is stylish without being obtrusive (the clichéd “fly on the wall” phrase comes to mind) and it is edited and paced with a masterful eye. But still, it’s very cheapness (even it’s lack of traditional score) makes it all the more haunting and realistic.

    There is no explicit gore or sex in the film. No naughty language. It at first starts as some slightly bent road trip film and ends with a psychological and physical assault on its leading lady so intense that you’re left as drained (but probably not quite as unhinged) as she is. It is not your average “slasher film” in any respect. The scripted scares seem random and impulsive. And the kills are delivered with a quick, brutal nastiness that happen so fast and so realistically that there is almost no time to process them. No one is safe in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Even up until the final moments of the film when she has narrowly escaped death, you expect, somehow, for Sally Hardesty not to make it out alive.

    Hooper and team truly did craft a masterpiece out of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, more than worthy of its status as a classic. But, just how much of the film is Tobe Hooper?

    Is Tobe Hooper a genius director whose talents and skills ended up getting beaten out of him piece by piece by the Hollywood system, or is he a mostly talentless hack who ended up being in the right place at the right time a few times more than the average Joe?

    This is what I’m dissecting today.

    After Texas Chainsaw was released in the Summer of 1974 it made a lot of money, critics were divided on it at the time though, it’s classic status not coming until MUCH later. But it was a major financial success (in fact the highest grossing Independent Film of all time until Halloween surpassed it 4 years later) and gave Hooper a big boost in status. However, no one who went through hell to make the film, saw a dime of the film’s profits. Hooper and company you see got royally screwed over by the (extra shady, mafia run) distribution company that handled the release of the film.

    So, broke and depressed, but still with much name recognition, Hooper decided to reunite much of the Texas Chainsaw crew and do another backwoods horror film (this time with a bigger salary and budget), thus came..

    Eaten Alive (1977)
    Written By Kim Henkel, Alvin L. Fast and Mardi Rustam
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    A young prostitute is dismissed from her “duties” at a redneck brothel, after refusing to service a lecherous yokel. After a short trip through the woods the hooker finds herself at the decrepit “Starlight Motel”, run by it’s crazed proprietor “Judd” (played horribly by Neville Brand.) Naturally the prostitute is attacked by Judd with a scythe and then fed to the pet Alligator he keeps out back. The rest of the film is essentially the same thing happening, repeatedly to various other people until the tables get turned on Judd and he too is devoured.

    Now, don’t mistake my haphazard and lackluster description of the film’s plot to mean that I dislike Eaten Alive, because I don’t. But, is it a good movie?… No. Does it work as a horror film? Not really. Is it scary, suspenseful or terrifying in the slightest…? If you’re a five year old girl who is easily frightened by over acting, then yes, it’s a classic masterpiece, otherwise, not so much.

    I love the setting of the film. The Starlight Motel looks great in a “cheap set” sort of way. It’s grungy and nasty, but still you can tell it isn’t a real place, which lends the film a sense of dreamlike disorientation. Secondly I love the “Mario Bava-lite” lighting of the film. Seriously, every shot, even the exteriors are drenched in at least 5 different colors at ALL times. Primarily reds and yellows, but they make the most of blues, purples and greens too. Granted, all of the weirdo lighting doesn’t work in any way with the whole “gritty realism” thing, so it just makes the film look VERY odd. Third, the film has a great, more than capable cast of horror veterans, Marilyn Burns is back from TTCM, Robert Englund is there, as is DePalma stalwart and world class creep-o William Finley. Unfortunately, each one of the actors (especially the ones not mentioned) acts in such an unrealistic and over the top fashion (this from a fan of over the top acting) that it all becomes ridiculous to watch.

    And yes, those three things I just mentioned are the BEST parts of the film. The Alligator that eats everyone alive is patently fake looking (serviceable I suppose, but still.) The gore is plentiful, but poorly shot and also excessively fake (think Italian “paint blood” but redder and more liquidy.) On top of that the kills themselves are all awkward and badly staged (yeah, yeah I know, I should try and have all of a horror film’s death scenes take place on a back porch with only a scythe and Alligator as weapons sometime.) And the lather, rinse, repeat nature of the plot (ie bunches of people randomly showing up at this motel that no one would ever stay at only to be almost instantly slaughtered and fed to an alligator) is more humorous than it is terrifying.

    I will concede that there is one scene in the film that retains a bit of the classy nastiness deployed in TTCM, in which Judd turns the alligator loose under the motel to chase after a little girl he can’t reach himself, which says Hooper was at least halfway on the job. But the rest of the film, overall, is a wildly mixed bag of uneven tone and mishandled execution that never quite comes together. It’s like Hooper got his hands on a real budget for the first time and didn’t know what to do with it…

    But, is this the case? Is the so-so nature of the film ACTUALLY Hooper’s fault? According to most sources, No. The Producer/Co-Writer of the film, Mardi Rustam was supposedly a real hard driving bastard whom Hooper didn’t much get along with and essentially after a couple weeks on the film Hooper either walked off all together or was pretty much lorded over at every step. So, naturally the film would turn out to be a mess in that case.

    In the end Eaten Alive is a FUN mess and compulsively watchable. It proved a modest hit at the drive-ins and Grindhouses and certainly made back it’s budget, so Hooper was left relatively unscathed (in the recognition department.) While the film is a directorial failure, it did not slow his career. In fact the next step Hooper would take (even though it was into the world of Television) would be his biggest up so far…

    Salem’s Lot (1979)
    Written By Paul Monash
    Based on the Novel By Stephen King
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    Salem’s Lot is Stephen King’s inversed homage to the Dracula (by way of Bram Stoker) legend.

    A mysterious Antique Dealer, Richard Straker (James Mason), moves to the small town of Salem’s Lot to set up shop, “accompanied” by his frequently unseen business partner Kurt Barlow. At the same time a former resident of Salem’s Lot, author (and King surrogate) Ben Mears (played by David Soul) comes back into town to write a novel about the creepy, supposedly haunted old house the antique dealer has moved into. One night a crate arrives at the house (containing super-vampire Mr. Barlow) and the people of Salem’s Lot begin to vanish one by one (ie become vampirized.) Initially a suspect in the disappearances, but eventually the only one who knows what’s going on, Ben Mears must race to stop the fiendish Barlow and his demonic takeover of the small town before it’s too late…

    Salem’s Lot is an excellent exercise in made for TV horror (the simultaneously shot, re-edited and shorter European Theatrical Version is even better) and it shows Hooper back at almost the top of his game. The film is atmospheric, relying as TTCM did, on the unseen or the un-showable and its visual style to pack most of its punches. Not to say that Salem’s Lot is not without its “lurid” shocks; Barlow with his Count Orlock like pale-white visage, double fangs and glowing yellow eyes is one of the great screen vampires (especially so in the scene where he is first revealed.)

    Once again, as with TTCM, Salem’s Lot is exceptionally well acted, although this time the cast is made up of veteran’s of the screen as opposed to local students. A talented group of people, who clearly loved what they were doing and wanted to make the best film they could got together on this one, in front of and behind the camera. And while the film does suffer a bit in the pacing department at times and the middle section can be a tad plodding, it is over all a fine example of a mood-oriented horror film.

    And now, we are at the beginnings of a pattern it would seem… When Hooper is surrounded by talent and removed from outside pressure/interference he can pool all of the pieces nearby together and craft a damned fine film. This would be the mark of a good director, yes? I think so. But still… It has remained to be seen whether or not this is actually Hooper pulling the strings, or are the strings just making Hooper look good?

    His next film doesn’t help us decide that too well…

    The Funhouse (1981)
    Written By Larry Block
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    A group of horny teenagers decide to spend the night in a “Funhouse” that is (naturally unknown to them) over seen by a demented “family” of psychotic, deformed, carnies… varying amounts of sex and murder occur there after.

    Once again, my lackluster description of the film’s plot (as with Eaten Alive) would seem to imply that I dislike The Funhouse. And, as with Eaten Alive, I do not. The Funhouse is a good slasher film. That goodness however is measured against ONLY other slasher films, not actual movies in general… If that was the case, then…well…

    The Funhouse is nice and dark, with moody camera work and lighting. The deformed carnies make for great villains and Hooper’s dark sense of humor really comes through on this film (even if it gets a TAD close to camp at times.) And as I said, as far as slasher films go, this one is right up there with The Burning and The Prowler in terms of enjoyment. So, whats my problem with it?

    In the grand scheme of things (ie my Tobe Hooper dissection) it’s just a run of the mill movie. “Auto-pilot” comes to mind. It’s just another, halfway decent, “horny teens getting murdered by horrible people with pointy weapons” movie. There’s nothing truly distinct about it. Nothing that says Tobe Hooper was trying to do anything amazing. It is just a serviceable horror flick. That’s not bad of course, but it doesn’t help me determine Hooper’s deal. Even when Brian DePalma (and yes, I mention him a lot, get over it. He rocks.) is just a “director for hire” he makes the most of the situation and leaves a distinctly DePalmian film in his wake (seriously go watch Mission Impossible and compare it to the shit tastic 2nd one and the mediocre 3rd.) But with The Funhouse, if it didn’t have a “This is a movie by Tobe Hooper, you know, the guy who made The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” tag over it, you’d never be able to tell some random nobody didn’t make it.

    And, worse yet, if The Funhouse doesn’t help us learn what we’ve come to learn, the next film isn’t going to do anything but confuse us more…

    Poltergeist (1982)
    Written By Steven Spielberg (yes, THAT one), Michael Grais and Mark Victor
    Directed By Tobe Hooper (Maybe)

    The Frielings, your average suburban family, are visited by some spiritual forces. At first the apparitions and events are fun and cute, but eventually they turn nightmarish when the unseen spirits kidnap the Frielings young daughter Carol Anne and all hell literally breaks loose right under their feet. The family must then work together, with the help of a few parapsychologists and a strange mystic to rid their home of it’s poltergeist and save Carol Anne before she is lost forever to the other side.

    Poltergeist is an excellent horror film. In fact, it is a beautiful horror film. It is stylish and haunting and a true emotional power house in the performance department (I’ve always felt Jo Beth Williams deserved an Oscar nom for her role.) The camera work and special effects are pitch perfect. Jerry Goldsmith’s score is at times both angelic and deeply disturbing. And (especially for a PG film) the movie doesn’t hold back on it’s punches in any way… It is a scary movie. Just, in a nutshell, everything in front of and behind the camera is top notch, resulting in yet another classic to bear Hooper’s name…

    But, Poltergeist definitely doesn’t feel like a Tobe Hooper film. I mean, how do you jump from the style (and rudimentary nature) of The Funhouse to the glossy perfection of Poltergeist? Well, according to most people Tobe Hooper was merely a mask and the director of Poltergeist was actually it’s writer/producer Steven Spielberg. Whether or not that is true (and it has LONG been debated, even before the film was released) Poltergeist looks, sounds and feels like a Spielberg film.

    From the focus on a normal family forced to overcome a horrific (and implausible event), to having a plucky kid as the lead character, the maudlin sentimentality, the stringy orchestral score, the over abundance of lens flares and slow moving reaction shots. Poltergeist is the quint-essential Steven Spielberg film (and yes, he used to could do scary. It was just after this when he lost his nerve.) The only scene in the film that one MIGHT attribute to Hooper is the bit when the parapsychologist rips his own face off (but then you find out that it was in fact Spielberg’s own hands ripping the gore from the fake dummy you realize that you’re probably wrong.)

    In any case, we have no REAL proof that Hooper didn’t direct Poltergeist. Spielberg himself has long maintained that Hooper did the work (granted Steven was under contract and HAD to say that.) So, we’ll say this… If Hooper did indeed direct Poltergeist then he’s doing quite well to have two bona fide classics and one minor classic under his belt, and he is the wasted genius we hope him to be. If he did not direct Poltergeist and it just happens to bare his name… then… well… The rest of his career has an explanation.

    In the mean time however we are moving on to Tobe Hooper’s biggest budget so far and the start of his boffo three picture deal with the “biggest” film production studio of the 80’s… Cannon Films…

    Lifeforce (1985)
    Written By Dan O’ Bannon and Don Jakoby
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    While investigating Hailey’s Comet a group of astronauts come across a massive, excessively strange alien ship. Once inside the vessel they discover something even odder… hundreds of desiccated long dead bat like creatures, and a trio of attractive, naked people (two men and one woman) who appear to be either dead, or in stasis. The explorers decide to take the nude “aliens” back to Earth and then… essentially… the apocalypse happens. You see, the lovely naked aliens were actually soul sucking space vampires.

    I love Lifeforce, always have. Not everyone does though (especially during its original release.) I mean, how can you go wrong with a Cannon Film produced, giant budgeted film about naked space vampires that eat souls, with script by the men who brought you Alien and special effects from the guy who did Star Wars, right? Apparently VERY wrong, but was it Tobe’s fault?

    Lifeforce is an odd bird. It has a VERY complex plot (as if they were reaching for 2001 A Space Odyssey by way of Alien) with a lot of very intelligent ideas (but not so much great execution.) It is stylish, once again without being obtrusive. The special effects are excellent (particularly the live action and gore shots.) The dialog is witty and well informed (as is the typical for Hooper black humor.) And, the acting is top notch from all involved (save from a bit of blandness on Steve Railsback’s part.) But, the film is also a mess. There is so much going on in it that it is very easy to get lost and never find your way back. And, as seems to often be the case, this was not Tobe Hooper’s doing, but the “Go-Go Boys” themselves, Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus (ie the big wigs at Cannon Films.)

    Supposedly Hooper’s original cut of the film is an epic masterpiece of the highest order (star Patrick Stewart has claimed Lifeforce as his favorite film in which he appeared and has much lamented the lack of release of it’s original cut.) The film that was eventually released featured some heavy post production tampering by Golan and Globus (even the longer European Cut is still heavily edited) and was rendered quite incoherent in the process; fun, almost awesome, but definitely incoherent.

    Ultimately, as is the case with MOST films drastically eviscerated by their studios, Lifeforce was a failure at the box office (in America at least) and Cannon heavily cut the budget for Hooper’s next film for them…

    Invaders from Mars (1986)
    Written By Dan O’Bannon and Don Jakoby
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    A young boy named David Gardener witnesses a meteor crash one night. The next day David notices that something is wrong with his father… He seems different… Especially when he downs a boiling hot cup of coffee that he just filled with two cups of sugar and starts taking people over the hill to “visit” the meteor crash site… After this, one by one, everyone around David becomes… strange. David must then convince the school nurse that he isn’t crazy about all the weird happenings, uncover the truth behind the crash site and stop the Invaders from Mars from taking over Earth!

    Once again, as with Lifeforce, I love Invaders from Mars. I think it’s a great little sci-fi film and a pretty damned good remake. Stylistically Hooper seemed to be trying (and mostly succeeding) to redo the Poltergeist feel (both visually and in that the film is centered around a child and his family.) The visual effects (once again by John Dykstra) are great (the Invader’s ship appearing in a very Close Encounters-like volley of flashing lights) and the live action/creature effects are quite inventive and exceptionally well done (as they should be, considering they were created by the maestro himself, Stan Winston.) The acting is solid (even if it dips into a very strange bit of uneasy campness that seems out of place) particularly from Hunter Carson and Karen Black. And the plot is a pretty tight, if clichéd, “we’ve got to make someone believe us about the implausible horror and stop it before it’s too late” type story.

    It isn’t an astounding film, but it certainly doesn’t warrant the cold shoulder it gets from most people. However, in my opinion, despite the budget cuts and the bad blood between Hooper and the Cannon producers I do think Invaders from Mars’s short comings ARE plainly Hooper’s doing this time. The main thing that hinders Invaders from Mars is Hooper’s sort of middling direction. Shots go on too long, the middle section and just a lot of the editing in general seems sloppy. The tone of the film varies quite a bit from scene to scene. Even the camera work (and desire to show off ALL of the money on display) are a bit too “big” (over indulgent) for their needs. And, the attempt at a kicker ending just sort of stops things on a sour note.

    Invaders from Mars, despite being a mostly decent to good film ended up being a flop and a critical failure. And yes, seven films into my dissection and we finally have one who’s failure (even though I very much like the flick over all and it is by no means a bad movie) I would directly attribute to it being a Tobe Hooper film.

    Now we reach the final of his three films for Cannon, the last film I am going to directly cover and the end of Tobe Hooper’s career as a big league director. And a fitting end it is, considering the film is…

    The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)
    Written By L.M. “Kit” Carson
    Directed By Tobe Hooper

    The film opens with a couple of yuppie college kids making annoying phone calls to a small town Texas Radio DJ named Stretch (Caroline Williams.) During one of these crank calls the yuppies are accosted by a chainsaw wielding maniac with a familiar “leather-face” and subsequently slaughtered while live on the air. Using the recording of this call (and her desires to become more than a small town DJ), Stretch tracks down a semi-crazed, ex-lawman named Lefty (Dennis Hopper) who has been tracking the insane family of cannibal, chainsaw killers since his nephew, niece (Sally and Franklin Hardesty) and their friends had been attacked 12 years before. To quote the tagline from the original film… “Who will survive and what will become of them?”

    I should note, before I go further, that despite that sounding like a pretty great idea for a horror film plot (and it is) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is a comedy (albeit a moderately disturbing, gore filled, very BLACK comedy.) And, since it is a comedy sequel made over a decade after it’s totally serious and horrific progenitor, most people despise it. I, however, do not. I think it is Tobe Hooper’s best and most personal film. And, it is my favorite of all the Texas Chainsaw flicks.

    It was as if Hooper knew his career was coming to an “end” and he just said fuck it, let’s just do whatever the hell we want (a deleted scene involving the murderous family slaughtering movie goers speaks VOLUMES to Hooper’s mind frame.) Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is everything the original isn’t: It’s visual style is very slick and polished, with great tracking shots and lots of “Hollywood” trickery. It’s set design (especially the killer’s underground labyrinth at an abandoned amusement park) is over the top and anti-realistic. It is chock full of (Tom Savini) gore from moment one til the very end. And it features everything, in abundance (aside from sex and nudity) that most critics found repugnant about horror films of the day. It is a horror film that gives it’s audience everything it wants, while simultaneously making fun of them for liking that sort of thing… And that is precisely why I love it so and everyone else hates it.

    All of Hooper’s, (more apparently visible) Hooperisms (by that I mean the things that show up in each of his films that just MUST come from him) came full force in this film; the pitch dark (but oh-so-silly) humor, the weird Mario Bava by way of Alabama visual oddness, the over the top acting and the semi-disorienting incoherent nature of a film packed so full with stuff it cant hold it all, all come into play. But this time, unlike with Eaten Alive and The Funhouse, they work, with striking results.

    The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is a horror film made by a man sick to death of not only horror films, but of having to make movies within the Hollywood system. It’s a cynical, scathing indictment of Hooper’s own career and that is why it packs such a punch.

    On a just general level, I also commend TTCM 2 as both a horror and a comedy. I think a certain person could easily watch the film and be scared or disturbed by it. I also think a certain person could find it JUST funny. And, certainly, some people will find it a mixture of both as the makers intended. Technically it is well put together and shot. The plot is tight, the dialog is good. And even though the acting hits the stratosphere by all involved, it works, quite effectively. Tom Savini’s gore effects are, as always, a beautiful sight to behold. The film was a labor of love (and amusement) by those who made it and it is a fitting end to Tobe Hooper’s career.

    But, wait you say. Tobe Hooper has made over a dozen films since then and is still working to this day. Yes. This is true. But The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 was his last grasp at something even approaching quality. His next film (while epically watchable, for all the wrong reasons) Spontaneous Combustion, was, I believe, his last theatrically released film (and a brief run at that.) All of his subsequent efforts have been mediocre to horrible direct to video horror flicks made solely off of the name Tobe “Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Poltergeist” Hooper.

    So, finally, we must answer our original question…

    Is Tobe Hooper some misbegotten genius, who got his life sucked out of him by the soul less Hollywood vampires? Or is he an excessively lucky, talentless guy whose well eventually ran dry?

    My personal opinion, a bit of both; Hooper is a competent filmmaker, who, when left totally to his personal excesses will create either a bloated mess of a film or just a bad one, but when reined in and surrounded by lots of other talent he can turn chicken shit into chicken salad (so to speak.) Starting his career with a masterpiece, such as he did, landed him in some lucky spots and positions, but in the end, his time as a major force in the industry ended as in the manner he deserved as he really didn’t have the true talent, luck (and love) to go on to bigger and better things.

     

  • A Conversation With Sir Alton Earl Williams & Doctor Professor Damien Sage Esq. Obgyn

    A Conversation With Sir Alton Earl Williams & Doctor Professor Damien Sage Esq. Obgyn

    By Damien Sage “and” Alton Earl Williams*

    Im back! Not that anyone here was missing me of course (cept that cheeky monkey Alton.) If any of you wish to know, I have been on an extended sabbatical with Dr. Uwe Boll in the treacherous jungle wiles of Africa treating locals for cinematic poisoning; heady, time consuming stuff. But, no longer… This means more reviews, silliness and such from yours truly. Speaking of silliness and yours truly, below is the 100% totally real conversation** between Sir Alton Earl Williams and myself, which lead me to return to where I belong… Here at Battle Royale With Cheese.

    Alton: So… You haven’t written anything in a while…

    Damien: Yeah I know. Been busy, yknow, work… masturbating. Also, I’m often times a cunt… I really WANT to write more though.

    Alton: Do you still write for us?

    Damien: Just because one hasn’t used it, doesn’t mean he hasn’t losed it, right?

    Alton: Seriously. Do you still write for us?

    Damien: Define “still?”

    Alton: Damien, you know I love you. In fact, the whole world loves you. And it is a fact, etched in marble, sent down from the very heavens above that you are the single most gifted writing talent this Universe has known since Joe Esterhas. But, really, if you don’t contribute soon I will be forced to evict you from Battle Royale With Cheese as, we are a paragon of online class and decency that doesn’t tolerate nonsensical shenanigans.

    Damien: Does “failing to write a review of some hellishly obscure film, book or album no one on your site gives a rats ass about, for numerous months” count as nonsensical shenanigans? I would actually think the Essay I did on Sandra Bullock would be more like that; then you know… not doing anything at all for an extended period of time…

    Alton: I’m British.

    Damien: Ah. That explains everything now. Gotcha… You mean “tardiness” not “nonsensical shenanigans… Alton…

    Alton: Yes?

    Damien: Say tardiness.

    Alton: Tardiness.

    Damien: No. No. Put more emphasis on “tard” and pretend you’re Helena Bonham Carter.

    Alton:

    Damien: Ok. I will write a new piece for the site.

    Alton: Great. Any thoughts on what it will be? A film review? Political commentary? An in depth analysis of cinema’s impact on society?

    Damien: I was thinking more along the lines of a short, very sarcastic, barely funny, fake conversation making fun of both myself and you, that no one, not even people who regularly view the site will understand in any way beyond cursory recognition. Then maybe something about porn dialog.

    Alton: Sounds great old chap. Pip-pip cheerio!

    *He had NOTHING to do with this. In fact, when he sees it, he will probably want to punch me in the face.

    **Totally and utterly fabricated.

  • From Crystal Lake to Manhattan…

    From Crystal Lake to Manhattan…

    …to Hell, then Space and back to Crystal Lake again…The Friday the 13th Film Series in Review

    I went into the history of “modern” horror and the slasher film genre, in specific, in my review of the Halloween Series, so I’ll try not to rehash too much here.

    Essentially the modern horror genre and it’s various aspects/off shoots were formed in the mid to late 70’s. Violence, nudity, gore and emphasis on body count over characterization and plot became the norm, for better or worse, after a spate of esteemed fright flicks (The Exorcist, Jaws, The Omen, Halloween, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, etc.) brought the genre back into bankability and acceptability.

    By 1980, for the most part, true horror, terror and suspense had been replaced with the “slasher film.” There are of course people that find slasher films frightening… Then there are others, like myself, that find them amusing.

    Now, how is it that seeing teenagers getting brutally hacked up by a hulking psychopath lingering in the shadows became so perfectly part of the norm that it’s totally alright, even expected, to laugh at?

    Three words… Friday the 13th

    Yes, behold the magic of the series that both fully cemented the slasher genre as a horror mainstay, made tons of money (for it’s big studio backers Paramount Pictures) AND killed horror at the same time.

    I love the series dearly, it has been a part of my life, all my life. But, there’s no denying that it’s compromised of bad acting, flat direction, non-existent plots/characters/continuity and solely exists to show off a bunch of tits… Preferably tits in peril.

    So, lets get on with it shall we?

    Friday the 13th (1980)-
    Directed By Sean S. Cunningham
    Starring Adrienne Curry and Betsy Palmer

    In 1958 a few counselors got murdered at Crystal Lake, by someone. Years later, in 1980, the camp is being prepped for reopening. The counselors show up, they make a little mischief, have a little sex and get a lot murdered.

    That is it pretty much, plot wise, aside from the (now) “twist ending” (SPOILERS) in which the mother of a young boy named Jason Voorhees, is the one doing the killings, as revenge for the death of her son due to negligence from the counselors.

    Friday the 13th and it’s sequels are really just about the body count. Some are better at it than others and this one is among the best, but still.

    The film is decently, if somewhat amateurishly, shot, with a “Texas Chainsaw” like gritty-realism that lends a certain gravitas to the proceedings. The ending “shock” sequence in which “Child Jason” pops out of the water for one last surprise actually attains a level of cinematic beauty. But the movie isn’t scary, at least not to me. It is a showcase for legendary gore maestro Tom Savini, a few sets of boobs and Harry Manfredini’s iconic “Chhh Chhh Chhh Haa Haa Haa” score. Plain and simple.

    What really sets this one apart from the rest of it’s brethren is Betsy Palmer as Pamela Voorhees. Once she is revealed as the killer (and you picture her stringing bodies from trees, chucking them through windows, etc. in her lovely soccer mom sweater) and starts chewing up the scenery with the greatest of psychotic glee it takes the movie to a level of surreal, demented camp that was never again surpassed in the series (despite how hard they tried.)

    And, speaking of trying hard… the body count continues…

    Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981)-
    Directed By Steve Miner
    Starring Amy Steel and John Furey

    The survivor of the last film is offed in a long winded opening sequence. Then the movie jumps back to the AREA of Camp Crystal Lake. Another Camp is being opened, the counselors show up, they have a little sex… Yadda, yadda, yadda…

    Sound familiar, right? Get used to it. As that is essentially the plot of EVERY Friday the 13th film.

    Part 2 is better shot, acted, written and paced (aside from the opening sequence) than it’s predecessor. And it features what many fans consider to be the best “Final Girl” of the series, Amy Steel as Ginny. (Final Girl, being the term used to describe the last person, usually a lady, alive to face off with the killer at the end of the film. Blame Jamie Lee Curtis.)

    As Ginny, Amy Steel bucks the trend by being genuinely intelligent, possessive of a personality and GASP not a virgin. She out smarts Jason (now fully grown and taking over mom’s murderous ways) at every turn, including a lengthy and suspenseful sequence where she leads him around in the dark, backing up, evading and covering her tracks, while her attacker (practically frustrated) runs around two steps behind. In the end Ginny also gets to use her chosen profession as a child psychologist to put the kabosh on Jason, planting a machete in his neck, while pretending to be his dear, decapitated mom.

    The movie would be probably the best in the series (at least of the “serious” entries) were it not for 1. Being too short, yet padded at the same time. And, 2. Having an incredibly dumb shocker ending that just leaves heads scratching and a bad taste in the mouth.

    Lets move on to the new dimension in terror…

    Friday the 13th Part 3 (In 3-D) (1982)-
    Directed By Steve Miner
    Starring Dana Kimmell and Paul Kratka

    Only mildly annoyed by the machete to the neck in the last film Jason gets up, steals some new clothes and heads back out into the area around Crystal Lake for a bit more carnage. Luckily for him a group of horny “youngsters” are headed to a lake side cabin for a weekend of doping, sexing and… being made available to be easily killed.

    This entry is famous for two things, 1. Jason gets his iconic Hockey Mask (previously sporting a far creepier sack.) And, 2. Being shot in 3-D.

    Aside from those two facts and a couple of creative kills (speargun through the eye, man split in half while walking on his hands, head crushed so hard his eye pops out at the camera, etc.), this is a dull entry into the series. Seemingly warn out after directing Part 2 with quite a bit of flare, Steve Miner gives this one a flat, lifeless look. Part 3 is the film equivalent of “beige.” The lead actor/final girl are bland, the rest of the cast is just annoying and the whole affair just seems tired.

    We can head on over to the final chapter now me thinks…

    Friday the 13th- The Final Chapter (1984)-
    Directed By Joseph Zito
    Starring Kimberly Beck and Corey Feldman

    Picking right up from the last film, the axe is removed from Jason’s forehead and his body is taken to the morgue. After a brief rest Jason is up and ready to continue on his merry way. Fortunately for our old pal (you guessed it) a group of horny kids are headed out to the lake for a weekend of… Blah, blah, blah.

    I consider The Final Chapter to be the best “serious and traditional” entry in the series. It has an undeniable visual style, including some lovely slow-motion shots (notably a breath taking one where a victim is tossed from a 2nd story window only to land on the roof of a car, shattering all of it’s windows, then collapsing onto the ground, in one take), fluid widescreen photography and a tight pace courtesy of veteran genre director Joseph Zito.

    Tom Savini was brought back to kill off Jason (he created the shock ending that thrust Jason unto the world in the first film) and the kills (although fairly heavily edited in most prints) are the best in the series.

    Lastly, the ending (SPOILERS), where the exceptionally good Kimberly Beck, must defend her young brother Tommy Jarvis (Corey Feldman) from Jason is the only one in the series to have any real emotional heft and drama to it. The last sequence is also the only one in the series to come close to matching the delirious melodramatic camp of the original, whereby Corey Feldman transforms himself into Young Jason and viciously hacks at the adult form with his own machete, until all you hear are squishy noises and Tommy’s screams of “Die! Die! Die!” emanating from the soundtrack!

    But, as is often the case with this series, the decentness isn’t to last… With their cash cow seemingly dead, Paramount Pictures scrambled to craft a new beginning for Friday the 13th…

    Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning (1985)-
    Directed By Danny Steinmann
    Starring John Shepard and Melanie Kinnaman

    After putting Jason in the ground “once and for all” Corey Feldman’s character Tommy Jarvis has gone a bit cukoo nutso (and turned into the excessively attractive John Shepard.) Taken to a halfway house for emotionally troubled youths Tommy struggles to deal with his past, as the bodies begin to pile up… Is Tommy doing the killing, or is it a random incidental character that is so illogically shoe horned in AS the killer it’s impossible to fathom how the film ever made it to the screen? Bump, bump, baaaaaaaaaaa!

    Yes, my synopsis does sound wildly different than the ones that came before, but it isn’t. Despite it seemingly having more plot and potential than the others, this one actually has the LEAST amount of both. Murders happen seemingly every two minutes (in fact this entry has the highest body count), thusly characters and people come and go before they even get a cursory first name introduction.

    This isn’t the worst film in the series, but it does come close. Despite having the most boobs and bodies the film is pretty dull. It looks decent, but far to bright for a film of this type. And, really, it just seems to chug along with no rhyme, reason or rhythm until it ends and the lame (BEYOND LAME) twist is revealed.

    Don’t worry though, Paramount realized that no one liked (SPOILERS) Roy the paramedic offing people so in the next one, Jason lives!

    Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986)-
    Directed By Tom McLoughlin
    Starring Thom Matthews and Jennifer Cooke

    Tommy Jarvis (now, genre fave Thom Matthews) brings Jason back to life, thereby ushering in a new killing spree at Camp Forest Green (aka Crystal Lake.)

    Although I consider The Final Chapter the best in the series, Jason Lives is my favorite. A lot of people agree with me, mainly because this is the “funny one.” Or at least the one intentionally played for laughs, while still feeling like a true Friday the 13th film.

    Jason Lives is essentially the same old thing you’ve seen before, but with it’s tongue planted firmly in cheek. The movie is not what you would call laugh out loud funny, but in a cheeky, snarky way, the movie pokes fun at all the conventions of the series, while playing up to them gloriously and somehow seriously. The film is visually stylish, the best looking in the series. And the acting is great all around, being also the best in the series in that department.

    The ending is a bit of a let down though, as (SPOILERS) Tommy pretty much just drops Jason back in the lake. But, it’s a solid entry and as I mentioned, my favorite…

    Laughs weren’t loved by audiences at the time however, so the next entry brought us some new blood…

    Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)-
    Directed By John Carl Buechler
    Starring Lar Park Lincoln and Kane Hodder

    A young telekinetic girl named Tina comes to stay at Crystal Lake with her mother and psychiatrist. Tina then unwittingly resurrects Jason, sending him on a murderous rampage…

    Dubbed by fans (for obvious reasons) “Jason vs. Carrie” The New Blood is an ambitious, interesting, but ultimately un-inspired entry into the series. It is also the first film to introduce Kane Hodder as Jason. (He becoming the longest person ever to portray the hulking, silent madman.)

    And what an introduction it is. Jason never looks better than he does in this film. Every previous injury is noted on his gloriously rotting frame. The shot of Jason emerging from the lake, his spine and bones showing through his tattered clothes is particularly inspired.

    However, it would seem Jason’s impressive look was the main thing on Director (and noted special effects wizard) John Carl Buechler’s mind as the rest of the film looks rather tepid. The telekinetic effects are decent, but average, The acting is just so-so. And really, the plot is just a whole bunch of people running around in the woods for no discernible reason and getting whacked by Jason and his increasingly ludicrous array of weaponry (seriously he randomly picks up a saw bladed weed whacker while strolling through the forest.)

    Also, on a sour note, the film once again ends with Jason being plunked down into the lake… Booooorrrrrrrring!

    Now, from the bland decentness of The New Blood we take a little cruise… to the nadir of the series, and Manhattan…

    Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)-
    Directed By Rob Hedden
    Starring Jensen Daggett and Kane Hodder

    A passing boat anchor annoys a giant electric cable at the bottom of Crystal Lake thereby waking Jason from his watery slumber. Voorhees then hitches a ride on the owner of said anchor and drifts… somewhere… somehow, out to a major port by the open sea. Old Jason then hops onto worlds oddest cruise ship (really more like a vast, empty cargo vessel) which is populated with a High School class’s after-graduating party. I’m sure you can guess what happens after that.

    Here we are at the worst of an already not amazing series. This is the one everyone loves to hate, and for good reason. Everything is bad all around. The cinematography is flat and over lit. The acting is sleepy and wooden. The special effects and kills are neutered and bloodless. And, worst of all, Jason is “pussified” in this one by having him scream and speak like a small child in the film’s finale.

    The biggest offense however, comes with the title. Jason spends about ten minutes in Manhattan (passing up DOZENS of victims, to go after only the people from the ship), at the very end of the film. The rest of the movie is confined to the previously mentioned cruise ship, giving everything a plain, samey feel…

    Aside from the awesome poster art (seen at the top of the article), Jason literally punching a guys head off AND “off-screen teleporting” around a disco JUST to fuck with someone, this one is BARELY watchable.

    Realizing this entry was a giant turd Paramount washed their hands of the series and sold Jason off to New Line Cinemas (then owner of the Nightmare on Elm Street and Texas Chainsaw Massacre Series.) The good folks at New Line decided it was time for a change, so they sent Jason from Manhattan, to hell…

    Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (1993)-
    Directed By Adam Marcus
    Starring Kane Hodder and John D. LeMay

    In a cheeky opening sequence, we find Jason (inexplicably back after his death by toxic waste disintegration in the last film, don’t ask) at his old stomping grounds of Crystal Lake. Jason, in typical fashion, chases a beautiful, buxom, towel clad lady out into the forest. Just as she trips and falls and Jason is about to strike, we get our first big surprise in the series… A team of heavily armed military agents appears and lay into the masked killer, finally blowing him into a million pieces.

    Movies over, right? Sadly no. This is where it flies off the tracks. The bits and bobs of Jason are taken to the morgue, where upon the Doctor in charge of his autopsy eats Jason’s still beating, black heart, thusly becoming Jason. The movie then slips into fairly normal territory (aside from Jason having to jump in and out of people’s bodies as they become injured) as Jason cuts a bloody swath through town as he hunts for a living Voorhees relative to be “reborn in.”

    Throw in a laser light show, a weird demon slug thing, a bunch of winking “in jokes”, Erin Grey, and one of the best kicker endings in horror history and that’s Jason Goes to Hell in a nutshell.

    Sounds ok, right? As I liked to say in my Halloween Series review, at least it’s different.

    And, that’s just it though. The movie is different, but in the end just ok. There is potential for a good film in there somewhere, but there’s so much going on, so much making up for past plot holes and logic gaps, that it all just gets sort of weighed down in the process. And, ultimately it’s just SO different and out there and winky that it becomes overtly silly, especially during the Manitou-esque climax.

    It looks nice though. Has the best acting AND characters in the series. And a brilliantly graphic kill early in the film (best seen in the Unrated Cut) do set it apart. I like the movie, but most others don’t.

    Any case, after Jason went to hell, there was nowhere for him to go but up, right? Yes and no. The series literally moved up, to outer space, but this unfortunately caused everything to sink back into the toilet again…

    Jason X (2001)-
    Directed By James Issac
    Starring Lexa Doig and Kane Hodder

    We open with Jason in captivity in some vague military research facility (Where has Crystal Lake been hiding this all these years?) He breaks free, kills a bunch of people, then gets cryogenically frozen. Several hundred years in the future Jason is unthawed on a spacecraft populated by… horny, STUPID teenagers. The usual ensues.

    When a series gets to a point where it’s ripping off direct-to-video dreck (ie Leprechaun 4: In Space and Critters 4: In Space) you know it’s time to either throw in the towel, or start over anew.

    Made during the “development hell” of Freddy vs. Jason (promised at the end of Jason Goes to Hell) Jason X is a mess. Once the novelty of Jason being in space wears off (and it does so VERY quickly) it’s literally the same old same old show we’ve seen 9 times before.

    Sure, there is some cheeky fun to be had and it’s all mostly well acted, shot and paced. But it’s just a going through the motions of cliches. There’s a bit of Alien, Aliens and Event Horizon here and there, mixed in with all the tropes of the Friday the 13th series, but despite how hard it wants to be, it’s just not any fun. And, it’s certainly not scary (the series stopped TRYING for that back with Part 4.)

    Jason X is watchable (as are all the entries) but it’s probably the third worst (behind 8 and 5, respectively.)

    Now would be the time, proper, to move onto Freddy vs. Jason (2003), but I don’t think I’m going to. While the film is GREAT and is a more than decent homage/continuation of both the Friday the 13th and Elm Street series, I am going to leave it until I get to reviewing the Elm Street films. Despite the movie being much more like a Friday the 13th film, anything with Freddy in it, becomes Freddy’s show.

    Any who, realizing there was nothing to do after Jason X and Freddy vs. Jason (besides giving us the promised, but most likely bad Freddy vs. Jason 2) New Line decided to jump on the remake bandwagon (they started) and hit the old reset button on the Friday the 13th series…

    Friday the 13th (2009)-
    Directed By Marcus Nipsel
    Starring Jared Padalecki and Danielle Panabaker

    In a pseudo-condensing, re-hashing of the first 3 films, Friday the 13th Version 2 gives us boy Jason witnessing his mom get her head whacked off. Grown up Jason living in the woods with a sack on his head, then getting his hockey mask. And, a whole lot of Jason doing what he does, ie killing stupid teenagers that dope up and have sex near Crystal Lake.

    I didn’t enjoy the new Friday the 13th. One thing people tend to forget about the tropes of the original early films is, that despite not being all that scary, they at least TRIED to be scary and suspenseful. Also, Jason’s victims, while often horny and irreverent never went about their activities in a knowingly over the top way. The early Friday the 13th films were genuine (and often populated with semi-likable people) and that’s what gave them their charm, for lack of a better word. The new Friday the 13th is trying so hard to include everything you expect from a Friday the 13th film that it becomes a joke (and a sour one at that.)

    It throws two new things into the mix: Jason holding someone captive AND explaining how he’s able to get around faster than everyone else (he travels through a system of underground tunnels.) But, these things are ALL that are brought to the table in terms of “newness.”

    The acting/characters in the film are atrocious and un-necessarily mean spirited. The dialog is as bland as it is knowingly referential to the usual things found in the series’ past. The plot as such is chock full of images and moments from the past films. But, it all is thrown together in a haphazard, poorly paced manner, that just jumps from place to place until it’s all over. The kills are quick and un-Friday the 13th like, all flash and no build up. And, despite the movie longing to homage everything from the originals Harry Manfredini’s classic “Chhh Chhh Chhh Ha Ha Ha” only makes one brief appearance (the rest of the score being “jump” noises and stings.) Oh, and the ending, is one of the dumbest I’ve ever seen (and I have seen A LOT of dumb horror movie endings, I’m looking at you Spontaneous Combustion.)

    (SPOILERS) After being terrorized by Jason for the entire film, seeing their friends get brutally slaughtered by him left and right, the final two survivors “kill” Jason, then in an odd jump cut we find they’ve lugged his giant body down to the lake, where they dump him in (as some sort of proper burial or something.) THEN just to have a kicker, after a beat of silence Jason pops up from the lake, grabs the “Final Girl” and the film cuts to black.

    On the plus side the new Jason actor Derek Mears is good. Rivaling Kane Hodder, in my opinion, for giving Jason the most personality. It seems as though Mears combined Hodder’s brutal intensity with the ruthlessness of Warrington Gillette in Part 2. The cinematography from genre staple Daniel Pearl is effectively moody. And, surprisingly for a new film (even of this type), there is a copious of boob on display.

    Friday the 13th 2.0 is a bland exercise though. Spiritless, witless and charm-free. A remake of a film, in which all 9 of it’s sequels were in essence, remakes. A copy, of a copy, of a copy, of the homage of a copy. Once again, it’s watchable… But… meh.

    The newest installment in the grandaddy of all slasher film series made quite a bit of money though. And, as expected, Friday the 13th Part 2 (Redux) is due out next year. Will it be more of the same? Probably. Will that keep me away? No. In twenty years and 8 or so more sequels down the line will I remake this very article as the series is reset again? Looks like it.