Showing posts with label misery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label misery. Show all posts

Monday, June 12, 2023

I'm Your Number One (Swim)Fan

 


We all have our favorite films, but some of us have our favorite film studios. A24, Lionsgate, MGM, The Asylum...all have their merits, but let's be real: the warmer of my heart is none other than Marvista Entertainment.



Never heard of them, you say? Do you not spend hours watching Lifetime movies and Tubi content? 

What, my friend, is WRONG with you?

Quick Plot: Chelsea Angel is a celebrated musician who traded her bubble gum '90s pop career for a more unplugged style. Now five months pregnant, she decides to take a hiatus from performing but before she can announce that to her adoring fanbase, her private jet home crashes in the mountains.


Her manager and pilot are found dead, but Chelsea is luckier: she awakens to find herself in chains next to the young flight attendant. Who could have done such a thing?

Yes, obviously, the flight attendant! Who also happens to be Chelsea's number 1 fan. What a fine stroke of luck!


Evelyn King, you see, had a troubled life and the only bright spot was Chelsea's early music. Therefore, logic dictates that Chelsea should make MORE music. A baby is just going to mess that up, right?

Elsewhere, Chelsea's partner Nick is trying desperately to find her, which is a problem when the authorities seem less trained than the officers in Last House On the Left. He's far more successful teaming up with Frank, Chelsea's #2 fan. 



As you can guess, this film has a lot of mixed messages.


And as you probably already figured out, it's also not very good.

I love a Lifetime stalker tale, particularly when it's shameless about its source material. The medium may be different but make no mistake: The Follower is writer/director Damian Romay's take on Misery, a movie I might enjoy a bit (if my most recent Halloween costume is any indication). 



Which should be a lot of fun! Casting Erika "Tell me you love me, I know it!" Christensen as a former pop star now being Swimfanned? Brilliant! 



The movie? Not!

As someone who does an entire podcast on Hallmark holiday movies, I fully understand that most of these network films are made for pennies and in days. In no way do I expect cinematic brilliance or innovation. But energy? That's free.

Christensen plays the most levelheaded kidnapping victim you ever met. On one hand, I suppose it's refreshing to have a hero act rationally in the face of insanity. On the other, it's way less interesting. As Evelyn, Bethany Lauren James has some fun tapping into a fallen manic fangirl, but the actual filming feels so rushed that some of her grander moments just don't connect the way they can, even on this level. A scene where a very pregnant Chelsea waddles away as Evelyn attacks her with a guitar feels more like it was the blocking rehearsal for fight choreography than the climax of the film. 



High Points
Yes, the fact that I just said "Erika Christensen waddles away as her stalker beats her with a guitar" SHOULD make you say, "well that sounds fun" and yes, some of it is



Low Points
The utter lack of self-awareness about why casting Erika Christensen in an obsessive fan movie is funny in itself is such a wasted opportunity that for the many misses this movie makes, this is the biggest



Lessons Learned
Details matter in every act of creation, whether you're writing a song or sewing a creepy doll

The hardest part of any plan is knowing how to manage the rohypnol doses



Picking a lock is as easy as watching a youtube video

Rent/Bury/Buy
On paper, The Follower should have been spectacular (for me). Unfortunately, it's just not nearly as much fun as it should be (for me). If you're not me, have a go at it on Peacock.

Friday, March 12, 2010

We're Gonna Have a MONTAGE!


I wasn’t going to say it. 

I was going to let it go. 

After two weeks devoted to film awards an Oscar politics, I truly expected to wake up Monday morning with a new topic on my mind. I could block out The Blind Side’s Sandra Bullock blindsiding worthier, non-nominated actresses like Antichrist’s Charlotte Gainsbourg. As long as the Academy let me bask in Kathryn Bigelow’s victory--to which I could easily rewrite in my head as actually being an honor of Near Dark, sort of like how Scorcese’s The Departed trophy actually just says Goodfellas--I could move on. Hey, there was even a special montage reserved to acknowledge the fact that horror is a legitimate genre of film!

...‘bout that...

To begin: Kristen Stewart. Taylor Lautner. On switch.


Now I refuse to enter into a debate about whether vampires do indeed shimmer or Kristen Stewart’s personality exists. Twilight gets teenagers reading and theater seats filled, so anger is aimed not at those young, possibly empty heads on far too pretty bodies. No. Let’s look to the general planners of the Oscar ceremony, who somehow take not one minute to consider the fact that a pair of teen actors starring in a franchise aimed at 14 year old girls did not, in any real way, honor the horror genre.

Giving Roger Corman, the man responsible for hundreds of films and dozens of genuine filmmakers (including Academy Award winners themselves like Ron Howard) an honorary Oscar for lifetime achievement? Yes, that’s nice. Know what would have been nicer? Hearing him speak.


My other favorite part followed Kristen Stewart’s premature smoker’s cough: “It’s been 37 years since horror had its place on this show.” What “place” that is remains unclear. The Exorcist, cited as the last horror film allowed to have anything to do with the Oscars, picked up trophies for Screenplay and Sound, in which, presumably, the recipients stepped on stage and had their moment on television. Much like the men and women responsible for the following wins for work in horror cinema:

Jaws*:Sound, Editing, Score
The Omen*: Score
Alien*:Visual Effects
An American Werewolf in London: Makeup
Aliens*: Visual Effects, Sound Effects Editing
Beetlejuice*: Makeup
Bram Stoker’s Dracula*: Costume Design, Sound Effects Editing, Makeup,
Sleepy Hollow*: Art Direction
Sweeney Todd:Art Direction


*Films actually referenced in the montage

So The Exorcist won Best Screenplay, which is an admitted major accomplishment not generally reserved for genre cinema, and a technical award, well-deserved and something, as you can see from the list, nine subsequent “horror” films went on to win as well. Not to mention The Sixth Sense and Jaws--both featured in the montage--were nominated for Best Picture, and a slew more genre films boasted nods in the acting categories

Oh! And did I forget something? Because the Academy did. Mostly the first film since Once Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest to win the qui-fecta of Best Screenplay (much like The Exorcist), Best Director, Best Actor, Best Actress, and oh yeah, Best Picture.


Don’t try to tell me Silence of the Lambs is not a horror movie, particularly if you then plan on including multiple clips of it in a five minute montage called “A Salute to Horror Films.” 

Few viewers were happier than yours truly to see the likes of Chucky, the blood-dripping (but sadly not rappin’) Leprechaun, Leatherface, and Baby Jane herself sharing the stage later graced by Oscar royalty and designer gowns. But something about the whole segment felt both pandering and patronizing. Hearing the barely legal Lautner and couldn’t-care-less Stewart talk about horror as if was the fat girl at the prom just felt insulting, made far worse by the simple lack of sense in any of the teleprompter script.

I admire the choice to throw a bone to the industry’s most under-appreciated genre. If only the nominations could ever prove that this odd affirmative action type time filler was unnecessary to give it the respect it deserved.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Stalk Like a Man

While researching titles for last week’s column on Valentines-appropriate genre flicks, several films kept appearing with alarming frequency: Fatal Attraction, The Phantom of the Opera, High Tension, to name a few. Now these luscious journeys through cinematic lust are certainly romantic in nature, but to call a tale about unhealthy obsession a “love story” seems creepy and wrong.


Naturally, creepy and wrong is what we do best at this little corner of the interwebs and thusly do I present 8 Tales of Unrequited (and Obsessive) Romance:

1. May


It's not easy being May, even if you are played by the adorable and genre-friendly Angela Bettis. A lazy eye and awkward demeanor makes socializing a challenge and dating nearly impossible. Fortunately, some corrective surgery brings out May’s beauty and before long, she’s the excitable girlfriend of indie moviemaker Jeremy Sisto. Unfortunately, this skinny vet's assistant is not so sharp when it comes to detecting social cues and quickly misinterprets his cinematic passion for cannibalims as a genuine fetish. The relationship may be short-lived, but a little taxidermy and May gets to enjoy the best parts, consent or no consent.
Basis of Obsession: Soft hands
Warning Signs: Chick’s best friend is a porcelain doll; chick not disturbed by violence to animals

2. Phantom of the Opera


Many a list dubs this 1925 silent classic a love story, but while many a lass would willingly surrender to the tortured musician of the title, wimpy Christine Deae has her heart set on a rich and handsome dullard with better wedding photo potential. Hence, it's not so cute when a malformed, musically gifted cellar dweller makes it his mission to train and kidnap the young diva-in-the-making. Some women are just more ungrateful than others.
Basis of Attraction: Soprano voice, prone to fainting
Warning Signs: Dude gives free opera lessons

3. Misery


People respond to their celebrity crushes in many ways: fan letters, Twitter follows, locker photos, locks of hair collecting. Some, like Kathy Bates’ Annie Wilkes, take a more extreme route. In the case of this 1990 Stephen King adaptation, such a method involves rescuing a literary hero, nursing him back to health, then breaking his ankles in a bid to force the just-retired novelist to resurrect his recently killed heroine. It's not romance per say, but Annie is clearly enamored--no, infatuated beyond control--with the character Paul Sheldon has created. When given the opportunity to direct his next literary pursuit, she's simply doing what her heart--and most likely, millions of fellow readers--demand. 
Basis of Attraction: Better writer than Nicolas Sparks
Warning Signs: Chick’s mouth is cleaner than Howie Mandel’s toilet

4. The Collector



Not to be confused with the recent Saw-like horror, this 1965 chiller (based on a controversial novel of the same name by John Fowls) epitomizes the dark and tragically wasteful nature of unrequited love. The icy Terrance Stamp is Frederick Clegg, a bland banker who wins the lottery and celebrates by buying a secluded estate and kidnapping Miranda (Samantha Eggar), a pretty art student he’s declared ideal. What follows is a fascinating interplay between two mismatched people and a true tour de force by Eggar (giving an Oscar nominated performance) as she tries every trick in the Intelligent Hostage Handbook to escape her captor. Indifference, seduction, insult, resignation...nothing can penetrate Stamp’s cold and self-declared adoration. His steely resolve is terrifying in its quiet persistence and how it demonstrates the true irony of obsession: Clegg knows deep down that the liberal-minded, college educated beauty will never really give in and even if she did, such an act would yield her disappointingly mortal. It's a tragedy for both characters and a haunting ride for the audience.
Basis of Attraction: Red hair, artistic ability
Warning Signs: Poor Miranda never gets the chance to detect them, as Clegg’s blank nature means she, like most of her town, simply doesn't him before her basement enslavement. I reckon then that the moral is to simply be aware of windowless vans.

5. High Tension


What’s scarier than a killer trucker with necrophiliac leanings? How about a manic pixie nightmare girl with inexplicable strength, uninhibited obsession, and a complete lack of mercy? While the twist ending (which actually equates to a completely different film than what you see on first viewing) continues to fuel high spirited film geek debate, High Tension maintains a special place as the film that helped and put modern French horror on the map. For most of its brutal running time, High Tension is a terrifying experience in new slasherdom. When we discover the killer's identity and motivation--sheer passion and impossible love--it takes on a different type of horror. Yes, it's Alex who loses her entire family and probably future sense of safety, but poor Marie is forever trapped wanting something she could never honestly have.
Basis of Attraction: Flirty brunette
Warning Signs: Your college roommate seems to be spending a lot of time practicing chainsaw and shotgun skills and judging your sex life

6. Fear


It scares me how much teenage girls are riveted by tales of obsessive and underage romance. I have vivid memories of my fellow 8th graders rushing home to tape (ahh, pre-DVR days) the made-for-TV movie No One Would Tell, wherein a weirdly grown-up Fred Savage abuses insecure girlfriend Candace “DJ Tanner” Cameron to the point of hilarious death. That was kid stuff compared to Fear, Mark Wahlberg’s big break-through thriller about a charming drifter becoming violently infatuated with 16 year old Reese Witherspoon. Classic cars are trashed, dogs decapitated, and Alyssa Milano gets smacked. On her butt cheek. And yet, every Titanic-seeing classmate I knew was smitten. If only Wahlberg had aimed his doorbell shout at them.

Basis of Attraction: Witherspoon’s innocence, even if it gets questioned in one of the most memorable roller coaster sequences since National Lampoon's Vacation
Warning Signs: Soft-spoken Boston accent, subtle flirtation with stepmom

7. The Hand That Rocks the Cradle


I imagine nanny screening is an intense pursuit more difficult than shoe shopping or choosing a college major. Hence, it’s easy to forgive Annabella Sciorra’s Claire Bartel for eagerly hiring Rebecca DeMornay’s Petyon Flanders when she appears to saves Baby Joey from a (staged) choking. For a while, Petyon seems like the best thing in babysitting since Mary Poppins. Too bad she’s actually harnessing a jealous rage towards Claire for destroying the perfect life Peyton almost had with her successful--and perverted--gynecologist husband. Like Annie Wilkes, Petyon isn’t romantically  obsessed with the heroine (or even her dense husband) but when it comes to getting what she wants, that icy blond charmer is one productive go-getter. What is it she covets? How about Claire’‘s identity and all that comes with it: beautiful house, successful husband, adorable/thirsty baby, and decent child actor of a daughter. Good thing picket fences are pointy.
Basis of Attraction: Living the perfect life after causing another woman's naughty Hippocratic oath-abusing husband to kill himself, greenhouse skills
Warning Signs: Chick has better breast milk, clumsy near perfume

8. Patrick</b>


Clara Barton Syndrome strikes with full force in this 1978 Aussie thriller. Three years in a coma, what else can a bug-eyed young chap do but fall in love with the smart and sassy nurse assigned to change his diaper, well-played by Susan Penhaligon (the nurse, not the diaper, cursed dangling modifiers). Gifted with telekinesis but restricted by body and basic ugliness, Patrick attempts to woo the young woman with an unorthodox approach: nearly drowning a suitor, burning her estranged husband, and writing her letters as so:


Surprisingly, the feelings aren’t reciprocated.

Basis of Attraction: Top bedpan skills, good listener
Warning Signs: Inappropriate spitting, Dude causes inconvenient blackouts 

Obviously, I may have missed a few. Already names likeThe Crush, Obsessed, and Fatal Attraction pop up, although --hold her monocles--I've never seen these titles which explains their omission. Add your own and remember: secret admirers may seem romantic, but you never know what that mysterious paramour wants in return for a few overpriced Godiva chocolates.