Hulda (Hulda Lind Kristinsdóttir) is a recovering drug addict who’s always in trouble with the police. They seem to always want to pin something on her and the latest is the death of her brother that happened the previous week.
Hjörtur (Hjörtur Sævar Steinason) is an elderly vampire with a taste for men and despite how many times he tries to get what he wants he never feels satisfied. Then one day, Hjörtur is attacked by a couple of thugs and when Hulda intervenes it gives Hjörtur the chance to unleash his powers and get grisly revenge on his attempted murderers. With nowhere else to go, Hjörtur takes pity on Hulda and decides that he wants to repay her for her kindness. Even if it means raising the dead.
Thirst is an Icelandic vampire horror comedy. The kind of horror comedy that’s a throwback to movies such as Re-Animator and The Evil Dead in terms of its outlandish plot and its buckets of blood that it throws to thrill horror fans.
Unfortunately, it seems that Thirst is not as well thought out as it may seem. With a lot of characters thrown in just to add a bit more tension, Thirst isn’t really the kind of witty and insightful horror comedy that speaks about our modern life while dealing with the supernatural.
Instead, Thirst is for fans of copious amounts of blood with admittedly well-presented practical effects and perhaps more dick jokes than is really necessary.
There was a real chance here to have two people who are outcasts to properly bond and come together to fight the forces of evil. However, the relationship between Hulda and Hjörtur is a mixed one as one minute, Hulda is warming to her vampiric partner only for him to do something horrific which she finds unforgiveable and yet by the end she is fearing for his safety.
Supporting characters are introduced with little to no explanation and whereas there may have been a chance to do some wry family comedy, Thirst is more interested in the gore and the special effects than the story. One for the fans of throwback horror comedy, but not for anyone expecting much humor or a coherent plot.
Full Medal Jacket And The Two Golden Bows: An Unconventional, Tactical Analysis, Punching Through the Kevlar of Stanley Kubrick’s Film Full Metal Jacket. By RH Vatcher.
Carl Jung said: “In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.”
Stanley built universes inside his films with such incredible subtlety and finesse. His pictures resist, then defy explanation time after time and again. Sontag described it as an “abracadabrant,“ a kind of magic caught in a black cauldron of swirling metallic silver set into film acetate. Disney calls theirs Imagineering. Here you will find is a merging of science, psychology, storytelling and mathemagic delivered under cover of darkness by an A6 Intruder, lighting up evening as bright as napalm.
Kubrick’s pictures cannot be figured by only a viewing. Sure it is the cooked to perfection photography, absolutely it’s the diet of Jiffy Pop dialogue, tell me more about that sneaky jelly donut and where it came from! As art these pictures must be studied, read with great literal sense and given adequate time to process, develop and fix into form, true to its generation, then left to dry. Then have another look, with a loupe.
With this enriched catalogue of pictures you are guaranteed character arcs that ride along a sandy timeline that fade into fine graticules, laconic elliptical rejoinders contained within stories that may twist the knobs and widgets of your imagination, only to leave you questioning, “Everything,” all over again. This overall abundant formula for an abracadabrant of sight and sound takes advantage of even the better limitations of ourselves with sheer intention, meaning, and reaches some of the farthest bounds of storytelling itself.
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Uno, Dos: One, Two, Tres, Quattro
Some have called Full Metal Jacket an unsentimental testimony to the Vietnam War while others have graced it with accolades ranging from the best account to most harrowing representation of the conflict. Others say masterpiece.
Yes. This is Stanley’s genius.
How does one explain a Kubrick picture or is it just easier to not explain it at all? As pictures carrying an almost infinitesimal quality with multiple levels to them, explanation of these art pieces are analogous to declaring a measurement of the known universe as it expands.
Some people demand a five-line capsule summary. Something you’d read in a magazine. They want you to say, ‘This is the story of the duality of man and the duplicity of governments.’ I hear people try to do it — give the five-line summary — but if a film has any substance or subtlety, whatever you say is never complete, it’s usually wrong, and it’s necessarily simplistic: truth is too multifaceted to be contained in a five-line summary…” –Stanley Kubrick (Rolling Stone, 1987)
American losses during the Vietnam War were subject to statistical manipulation on a large scale basis. For instance, dying soldiers put aboard medical evacuation helicopters were often counted as only wounded in unit after-action tables. The film makes mention of the softening of war phrases such as “sweep and clear” for “search and destroy” which in a way, parallels, patterns that same statistical wartime rhetoric of censorship.
Another way of defining manipulation of soldier statistics during the conflict could easily be supplanted using the idea of “Tanking” in international sports, which describes a team that purposefully loses matches and good players to fill a draft agenda.
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With Full Metal Jacket there is an overall theme centered around an idea of “engagement.” Engagement in conflict, engagement on personal levels in this particular theater of warfare, and the “the statistical measurement of those engagements.” In addition, the film’s two clashing characters would become central to the trajectory of the film’s lofting, lobbing story that fall like mortar at its terminus. And for the moment what is the objective finally of the engagement with which these men are entrenched?
A third venture, perhaps in one way, into an even more orthodox way of filmmaking, Kubrick would go on to inject abstract mathematical problems into Full Metal Jacket by fusing, meanwhile, important storytelling and improvised, explosive dialogue together in parallel with a numerical theme. This appears to be based exactly on Model Theory where, as a mathematical concept, it removes any dependence on real world objects with which it might originally have been connected, and generalizing it so that it has wider applications or matching among other abstract descriptions of equivalent phenomena.
For instance the scene where Joker is scolded for not knowing his 6th general order, each number mentioned, when added together, totals to the number 57.
The same is for the Charles Whitman and Oswald scene in Full Metal Jacket when the recruits are seated on the bleachers, however it is a subtraction problem which results in 57.
The number 57 appears yet again in front of Leonard while firing at the range simply when numerals 7 through 12 on the range’s signage are summed.
57 is also hidden in the serial numbers on the rear of the M14 Cadillac tanks. These include coinciding obstacles of multiplication and addition problems.
Further instances of the number 57 occur such as the jogging in formation while calling out cadence scene, which lasts for 57 seconds.
These modern day fairy tale concepts, as numerical devices, were only ascertained after discovery of a first group of major anecdata anomaly and are as follows:
Just as found in the film, all wounded and dead accounted for sum to the number 57. At the crest of the film the civilians lined and counted in the lime pit is given at exactly twenty Vietnamese bodies. The American count of soldiers finishes finally at 19 and the Vietnamese losses per the film’s count is 18, with the latter two at the time being the known average ages of soldiers on both sides of the war. Each group when counted together 18, 19 and 20 equal to the number 57.
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As the idea of 57 alludes to the exactly 57,000 Vietnamese civilians killed by democide by their own south Vietnamese government while the U.S. gazed on, one of the most brutal scenes in as far as a statement to the war was concerned may just have to be Tom Colceri’s as steward to what appears to be just another casual taxi ride in the belly of a Choctaw helicopter.
As doorgunner, Colceri burst out hundreds of rounds, more than 300 of them from his bolted down M60 before bragging about himself as a potential story subject with his claimed 157 confirmed kills, including 50 water buffalo. The doorgunner’s honesty thus widens into another arena, an idea that the amount lost to democide may be as high as twice as much as originally thought by statistics and not by action in war as most figures were attributed to. This, including friendly fire. Colceri’s scene happens to be the only segment that terminates with a different sum, double exactly, as compared with the other implanted mathematical hurdles.
“I’VE GOT YOUR NAME! I’VE GOT YOUR ASS! YOU WILL NOT LAUGH! YOU WILL NOT CRY! YOU WILL LEARN BY THE NUMBERS! I WILL TEACH YOU!”
However, the number 57 could just as simply allude to a poke at the post war commercialization of a north and south Vietnam as American corporate development squeezes out businesses, they would most surely require plenty of condiments, and barrels of ketchup for the tabletops.
Full Metal Jacket appears to be specifically aiming toward additional options in a target rich environment, a relationship with George A. Miller’s 1956 paper The Magic Number Seven Plus or Minus Two: Some Limits on Our Capacity for Processing Information otherwise known as “Miller’s Law.” The well known paper assesses that most persons can process about seven objects at once plus or minus two. It also explains the reason for having a maximum of seven digits in a phone number however there is nothing magical about the number beyond that regard. Furthermore, the paper details memory and the processing of memories as packets fired off in numbers, bursts of four to seven at a time, however further research argued that memory was delivered in small to large packets, a chunking process from four to seven and upwards of 10, 11 to the high teens to 22, suggesting perhaps, even more.
Another relationship involves the idea of engagement during birth, as in engagement of a baby’s head beyond the pelvic brim yet in this case, above the rim of a soldier’s helmet. This measurement of engagement named Cephalic presentation is sometimes referred to as baby drop, or the 2/5 method of measurement.
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The LUSTHOG SQUAD: Hotel 2/5
The detail goes even further into Rabbit’s hole in that the engagement that the Lusthog squad are involved specifically in, with Joker intercepting them, the men all have a pattern, a sense in the film in that they all will die as they appeared to have lived their lives, as depicted in the story.
To another extent how are the men engaged and by what measure or degree have they fallen from grace is Full Metal Jacket’s target referral, its partner objective, all the while questioning the squad’s attention to detail, and without a doubt, the audience’s as well.
For instance, the simplest explanation might be that Cowboy is appropriately shot through a hole similarly in size and shape to his home state of Texas by an enemy defending their own country with weapons of their choice, just below a sign that ironically reads My Toan, an Asian play on the phrase “my town.” Cowboy is the sixth of his squad to perish that day and the count becomes clear just above his head in the standing wreckage and twisted rebar as he dies from a simple to fix sucking chest wound which none of his buddies, although trained to perform, could do for him now.
The pink rabbit kewpie prize Crazy Earl claims triggers an IED (Improvised Explosive Dialogue) for treating the war as one would in a carnival red star shooting gallery that’s just arrived in town. This leads Doc J., the navy corpsman to immediately require mouth to mouth on Earl for some reason when he was most likely hit in his posterior region.
Eightball who cannot seem to get ahead at least for once is prohibited from going first when it mattered to him yet now had to step up to take lead, and to add velocity to those points, is appropriately shot in his legs and foot, stopping him immediately in his tracks. Doc J. can’t help but run to assist and dies trying, gasping to give and take his final breaths.
Touchdown can be seen dancing a tiny end zone jig behind the M14 Cadillac tank after being hit by shrapnel and maintains a death grip on a heavenly, golden football in his final photograph.
Handjob, who we’ll just say only wanted to get in touch with himself and died as such, keeling over while straight and a flutter just before Animal Mother smothers the building with a thick, wide, gurgling spray of crafty bullet spread.
Parris Island
It is certainly much easier to think of Pyle as a true simpleton, one of 38,000 non-standard men who just didn’t belong in basic training due to McNamara’s 100k program, initiated in 1966.
Yet Leonard “Pyle” Lawrence’s situation speaks somewhat differently. He nearly makes a professional opera of the “Rifleman’s Creed” and at least champions the nightly reading for all to hear, yet he cannot tie his boots or button his shirt to save his life. His colleagues would grow tired of the extra work they were putting in because of Leonard’s random fubar and would slowly turn against him not only here in recruit training but also in the field where Leonard only knew that he wanted to stay alive and probably wouldn’t. Pyle was now, already, out of buddies.
However for Leonard and his situation, his psychotic break did occur and came during the drill instructor’s grandstand dialogue learning that he could achieve what Whitman and Oswald had and accomplishing all this before leaving Hartman’s island. He is commixing ideas and taking direction from those two newly combined meanings, pointing to chaotic horror. Leonard, now talking with his rifle has become quite taken by this, his first gal, affectionately named, Charlene and really isn’t too fond of the idea of parting with her. His understanding of orders and ideas is now warped together giving license to what he is about to do.
Lawrence was given more than enough accolades in the field yet when it came to it Joker was awarded the expert marksman medal, Leonard however was not. This is evident while the men are graduating during pass and review. Leonard’s chances of survival in Vietnam were now reduced by almost half as a rifleman in the Marine Corp. Private Lawrence may have had a chance to live and a reason for respect.
Leonard’s character, an amalgam of capable and those incapable that were drafted into that period’s conflict, snaps psychotically as both personalities, combined now, ride as one. Leonard can follow very direct orders well however the Pyle in him cannot un-mix combined ideas, understanding two ideas as one in the sentences the way that he specifically hears them. Appropriately Private Leonard Lawrence martyrs himself in the local bathroom of the gridiron, similarly as with his namesake in AD 258.
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The Bow is Tied
Animal Mother, who is a one sided argument of the same coin as Joker, is well aware of the goings on in the war and what should be done but bears and grins with the squad and charges forward, for himself and his buddies. Animal Mother is coming from a completely different place as opposed to Joker yet on the exact same trajectories.
Joker is transitioning to a place where he just doesn’t care, where he is ok with conscience becoming numb and normalizing killing finally for himself and having less and less empathy, for anything, any longer. Mother however is coming from a place where he is backing down more and more coming from out of that same place, leading toward just a little more humanity, inch by inch, a place where Joker is disastrously egressing from. His character would divert completely from helping someone such as Leonard and would now become well beyond him. Joker is dangerously processing into what some would consider as an outcast, a self seeking rascal on the order of the military’s simple A1 classification mentioned in the film several times. Mother however is backing away, making it a mutual exchange of roles as these two characters pass in time.
Joker, Mother, Rafterman and the remaining men of the group are missing one thing however, a critical decision when they finally tackle the sniper, sacking her from behind. This sniper is breathing and was up until a minute ago, kicking and swimming across the concrete as an Olympian would had they lost some use of their legs due to a severe cramping during a match.
Now asking to be killed by knife and quickly, then just flat out asking to be killed somehow, anyhow, just kill her, hurry and Joker obliges the young woman sniper. What the men have just done is remove any chance of knowing where the enemy might be from interrogating her. Let this be major mistake one in a long laundry list of this “mistake squad.” However, what Joker knows is that his whole bragging rights could easily be ruined by the sniper woman because she is the only one who knows that Joker’s weapon has not misfired yet a round was never cycled into the barrels chamber after reloading his M-16 rifle the last time. And under interrogation this revelation may surface thwarting Joker’s story and the right to brag, and with a salvo of embarrassment being fired from all directions at him. This makes what Joker has done by Mickey Mouse standards, murder, and less a sympathetic killing.
Joker and Mother have one significant difference in that along with his Mickey Mouse theme that he wears as admiral’s shoulder boards and on the face of his pseudo Rolex watch throughout the picture is that Joker overall treads through Vietnam as an angel of death. Anyone who even idly considers themselves the future prospect of any Stars and Stripes article are done for as the only survivors are those who outright reject this notion of notoriety especially of note, Mother and those following closely behind him.
Finally, while turning these dual character arcs, rotating them side by side, a kind of chapel appears, a familiar golden cathedral motif of two soldiers, standing, facing always at attention, sometimes 24 hours, exchanging salt…and at odds with themselves, not forgetting the Heinz fifty-seven for that story of a war of French fries.
“An affair with abstraction is compromised only by a commitment to subjectivity”
Full Medal Jacket And The Two Golden Bows: An Unconventional, Tactical Analysis, Punching Through the Kevlar of Stanley Kubrick’s Film Full Metal Jacket. By RH Vatcher.
We are The Geordies, a new documentary film from James DeMarco and Zhara Zomorrodian follows theNewcastle United Football Club during the 2016-2017 season. After years of a relative lack of success, controversial decisions from upper management, and relegation from the Premier League to the second tier Championship League: this documentary follows fans of the team through the ups and downs of the season as the team seeks to gain promotion back to the Premier League, and perhaps even win a championship under beloved manager Rafael Benitez.
At the heart of this film is a love letter to fandom and what fandom means to people. Over the years, many have questioned how sport fans can be so passionate about a team they usually have never played for. The interviewees featured here have varied backgrounds when it comes to their individual stories of becoming Newcastle fans. For some, it is a generational obsession, passed down from parent to child, leading to core moments in people’s upbringing. In some cases, kids are even named in tribute to important figures in the club’s history.
For two interview subjects, the passion was formed as part of making friends in grade school and has served as a pillar of the friendship up until the present day. One person interviewed comes from a culture where an obsession for football is not as prevalent. Yet, when she is in that stadium that does not matter, she is simply one of the fans. This concept is displayed constantly throughout the film. We see fans on the day of matches as they get to set aside the pressures of life, illness, and work. Once there, they are able to be present for a moment in time and show their love for their team with thousands of other people as passionate as them.
The crew on this film does much to help the audience connect with this fandom. Rarely do the interviews feel formal or staged. They serve to inform us about the passion of the fanbase, but one also gets the sense listening to the interviewees that they are grateful to have documented testimony of their love for their team to share with the world. Despite their varied backgrounds, the one common thread present in all the interviews is the shared never-ending hope that the team will succeed and that no matter what, their support will never waver.
Interviewers talk with people in their homes as they share stories of the important games they both saw and missed, talk about photos and pieces of memorabilia and memories formed with friends and family at matches. We follow fans on train rides as they talk about all the logistical hoops they had to jump through just to go to one match. During matches themselves, cinematographers James Grieves and Esther Vardy along with DeMarco make the camera itself a presence in the stands.
Yet the focus is rarely on the matches themselves but rather the fans. Close-ups of faces wrought with tension waiting to see if a game-winning goal is scored, shots of sullen yet still hopeful faces after a defeat, or sweeping shots of people jumping with joy at a victory. The editing by Nick Light is also superb. Scenes of victory chants beginning in the stadium are followed by shots of fans still chanting in jubilation at the train station as fans begin their journeys back home, demonstrating that moments of joy will carry on long past the final whistle. By the end of the film, one can’t help but get caught up in the emotions and the moments shared by this team and its fanbase.
If you are looking for a film that demonstrates what being a fan means, how sports can bring together people of different backgrounds and serve as a bond and source of hope whether the team is winning or losing, consider watching this film.
From boisterous supporting roles (Bridesmaids and This is 40) to movie stardom, Melissa McCarthy has earned every bit of her impressive career arc. Like Adam Sandler and Will Ferrell before her, McCarthy has established herself as a marquee comedic voice for her era, taking center stage for several box office breakouts over the past decade (Spy and The Heat). Also similar to those two funnymen, McCarthy’s comedic tenure has been somewhat of a critical mixed bag, often following up triumphant laugh fests with notable misfires (Tammy and The Boss).
Her latest project Superintelligence (which is opting for an HBO Max release) relies upon a tech zeitgeist set-up for its numerous pratfalls. While admittedly pleasant, this straight-forward comedy mostly finds itself stuck on autopilot.
Superintelligence follows Carol Peters (McCarthy), a seemingly average woman whose thrust into a life-changing role when a mysterious superintelligence program arrives on Earth (voiced by James Corden). Based on Carol, the A.I. will decide if humanity is worth saving or not, leaving it to Carol’s good-hearted nature to prevent the end of the world.
McCarthy’s latest re-teams her with writer, director, and husband Ben Falcone, who has shockingly been centerstage for most of her weakest efforts. That losing streak sadly continues here. Falcone’s talents as a comedic character actor have not transitioned to behind-the scenes-work, relying upon sterile stylistic choices to meet the bare minimum for a visceral lens. The routine “studio comedy” look is particularly frustrating given the premise’s high-concept qualities, as Falcone treats the myriad of tech gags with a level of visual disinterest.
Frankly, Superintelligence rarely does much with its promising set-up. Similar to last year’s tech dud Jexi, the plot never utilizes its AI elements to ruminate on our complex relationship with technology. While I expect some simplifying from a studio comedy, the script mostly leaves its tech elements in the dust in favor of broad gags. Steve Mallory’s effort views his subject through a superficial gaze, basing most of its pratfalls on tech-inept characters outright clumsiness. Add in a heaping of flat pop culture gags (from Law and Order to War Games, Mallory vomits a bizarre mixture of references) and a simplistic parable about expressing yourself, there’s little about this screenplay that feels creatively-drawn.
Like a lot of McCarthy misfires, Superintelligence frustrates due to its innate promise. McCarthy continues to be affably dedicated to every role she inhabits, while Brian Tyree Henry and Bobby Cannavale add a bright comedic sparkle in their supporting roles. Heck, McCarthy and Cannavale even make for a charismatic rom-com pairing that would be well-served in better material. It’s just a shame that this trio is straddled with murky mediocrity, as Superintelligence rarely finds itself outside of contrived studio formula.
McCarthy’s next streaming project Thunder Force finds her re-teaming with Falcone in a superhero comedy. As a McCarthy fan, I hope that project utilizes its high-concept premise with more ingenuity than Superintelligence. It’s an unremarkable dud, one that will pass through streaming eyes with mere indifference.
The Stand In: The BRWC Review. By Beth Widdicombe.
The Stand In – a dark comedy starring Drew Barrymore in dual role of both Star and Stand-in, directed by Jamie Babbitt ‘But I’m a Cheerleader’, ‘Russian Doll’, and written by Sam Bain ‘Peep Show’, ‘Four Lions’.
Candy Black is a box-office comedy franchise superstar, an American sweetheart with a tagline as famous as she is. Candy Black is also a disenchanted, whiskey and eight ball consuming diva. After an infamous on-set fracas, captured by a disgruntled crew member, she goes into exile on her New Jersey Estate. With interiors and a sloppy appearance to rival other famous recluses Howard Hughes and Greta Garbo, we find her at the lowest of the low, about to go to rehab to escape a prison term for 6.5 million dollars’ worth of tax evasion.
Currently in an anonymous phone relationship with a writer called Steve (Michael Zegan), under the pseudonym of Cathy the Carpenter, she enlists the help of her old stand-in, Paula, as she fears losing him as she cannot give him an explanation for her upcoming hiatus.
Paula is insipid, ambitious and currently living in her car and working in an old people’s home…she is in no position to say no to Candy’s request. Like all good stand-ins, she sees the potential for fame, and agrees under the proviso that Candy takes up acting in the future and hires her for her good turn.
Realising that Steve and Candy’s desire for a quiet life away from fame will ruin her return, Paula gets in the way and separates the pair by moving into a new stand-in role as Cathy/Candy off-screen too. Taking advantage of Candy’s reluctance to return to public life, she steps into all her media appearances, and goes on a Global ‘apology tour’ in her place. As time goes by, she seeps into all aspects of her life, and becomes an unhinged doppelgänger…enjoying the limelight and her new social media stardom. With many cameos from the world of Saturday night television, Graham Norton and Jimmy Fallon to name but a few, bringing authenticity to the film. As the plot continues, we see a more satirical turn on the realities of modern movie stardom, and a reality check on what’s important in life.
Having fully infiltrated Candy’s life, Paula successfully manages to rid herself of the real Candy – however, as director Barbara (Holland Taylor) says “any asshole can be a celebrity, you’re an actress and a gifted one, stop apologising and start acting” – and Paula soon learns that the grass is not always greener, and not all that glitters is gold.
This film is an effective look at the trials and tribulations on the life of the rich and famous, the ambitious and ruthless wannabes and a pitch for the simple life. Both leading roles played effectively by Hollywood royalty and old school film darling Drew Barrymore, you will certainly not be disappointed if you’re in the mood for a dark comedy, with an underlying moral tone.