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  • THE FALL GUY Takes Its Punches and Earns Its Laughs

    THE FALL GUY Takes Its Punches and Earns Its Laughs

    David Leitch’s hilarious ode to filmmaking’s unsung heroes is the stuff the best summer blockbusters are made of

    Stills courtesy of Universal Pictures.

    In The Fall Guy, Colt Seavers (Ryan Gosling) has long accepted his place playing second fiddle to Hollywood megastar Tom Ryder (Aaron Taylor-Johnson). As the star’s go-to stuntman, Colt jumps into action when Tom’s characters do. Colt leaps from buildings, rolls over cars, and is endlessly set on fire to increase Tom’s star power and win over camera operator Jody (Emily Blunt). An on-set accident wounds more than Colt’s ego and nearly knocks him out of the stunt game for good, but producer Gail (Hannah Waddingham) convinces Colt to strap back in for Jody’s directorial debut. However, Colt isn’t just there to help save Jody’s film: Gail needs Colt to find the missing Tom, who’s disappeared mid-shoot. When the cameras stop rolling, Colt tries to balance rekindling his romance with Jody and finding her missing lead in the criminal underworlds of Sydney, Australia.

    A rollicking romantic love letter to the stunts that form the backbone of our best blockbusters, The Fall Guy seems reverse-engineered to be a crowd-pleasing summer chart-topper. Newly Oscar-nominated leads fresh from last year’s Barbenheimer frenzy? Got ‘em. A stunts-based director known for bringing out the action star qualities of A-listers? Absolutely. Decades-old IP ripe for an injection of meta-humor? In spades. But David Leitch’s Fall Guy, from a banger script by Drew Pearce based on the ‘80s Lee Majors TV show, doesn’t take its money-printing qualities at face value. Rather, Leitch’s latest draws upon the inside baseball knowledge of its cast and crew to create a wryly tongue-in-cheek skewering of an industry that takes its hardest workers for granted.

    Hollywood is built on the broken backs of its stunt community–people who place their lives on the line in the name of entertainment. Yet despite their sacrifices, they’re seen as some of the industry’s most disposable commodities. Stars are happy to take credit for their efforts, an act that’s grown increasingly literal with the advent of deepfakes (itself a key plot point). On the flip side, the nature of stunt doubles’ hidden identities means they can be replaced at the first sign of weakness or injury. Like too many others in Hollywood, stunt players are needed until they’re not. 

    This combination of industry cynicism and a reverence for the cinematic spectacle born from it makes for awe-inspiring stunt sequences and side-splitting comedy throughout Fall Guy’s breathless two-hour runtime. Already having proven his chops at action (Drive, The Grey Man, Blade Runner 2049) and slapstick/deadpan comedy (The Nice Guys, Crazy Stupid Love, Barbie), Gosling is a natural fit for Colt’s self-effacing mania, capable of blundering his way through sequences equally inspired by Buster Keaton as they are by director Leitch’s previous collaborations with fellow stuntman turned John Wick creative Chad Stahelski. In bluntly winking yet admirable fashion, this A-list star also lends an effective voice to the decades of frustrated stuntmen unrecognized for their efforts–including an extended bit about the lack of a Stunts category at the Oscars. While the film plays into the charming schtick that’s made Gosling a household name, Gosling elevates his star persona by meeting every demand of the physical gauntlet Leitch puts him through. The same can be said of the rest of Fall Guy’s cast–everyone including Blunt, Waddingham, Taylor-Johnson, and memorable turns by Stephanie Hsu and Winston Duke gets their chance to channel their inner John Wick, whether it’s close-quarters combat in a speeding dump truck or some on-set alien battlefield mayhem. 

    The Fall Guy’s most refreshing approach to its action-fueled meta-comedy, however, is how Leitch and Pearce drive home emotional resonance when you least expect it. The reunion between Gosling and Blunt, in particular, begins as a bit of satisfying revenge by Jody for Colt’s inexplicable ghosting and unexpected return. As the scene goes on, it’s clear that Colt lets himself be set on fire and thrown against boulders out of the penance she demands of him as much as the demands of the job, but also there’s his undeniable golden-retriever optimism that, should he endure whatever she throws at him, she might take him back. Amidst the film’s shady goings-on, it’s clear that Colt’s ego is also just as much of an antagonist as the generic baddies pursuing him. As much as the job goes unrecognized, there’s a pride that comes with being an effective stuntman–and any instance of failure becomes a deep wound. Colt’s reckoning with his shortcomings and failures informs much of Fall Guy’s action comedy–there’s only so much this guy can do, and it’s hilariously riveting seeing how this washed-up pro earns his place as the real-life action star he helps other, more famous people pretend to be on camera.

    While The Fall Guy is open about its origins as a reverse-engineered four-quadrant theater packer, its bold willingness to take one on the chin as far as its laughs and dazzling stuntwork earnestly makes it the stuff the best Summer blockbusters are made of. 

    Now get these guys a damn Oscars category already!

    The Fall Guy hits theaters on May 3rd, 2024 courtesy of Universal Pictures.

  • Two Cents Film Club – APE-RIL Concludes With a Trip to KONG: SKULL ISLAND

    Two Cents Film Club – APE-RIL Concludes With a Trip to KONG: SKULL ISLAND

    A distinctly different on cinema’s original giant ape

    Two Cents is a Cinapse original column akin to a book club for films. The Cinapse team curates the series and contribute their “two cents” using a maximum of 200-400 words. Guest contributors and comments are encouraged, as are suggestions for future picks. Join us as we share our two cents on films we love, films we are curious about, and films we believe merit some discussion. Would you like to be a guest contributor or programmer for an upcoming Two Cents entry? Simply watch along with us and/or send your pitches or 200-400 word reviews to [email protected].

    The Pick: Kong: Skull Island

    It’s been a swell “APE-RIL” in honor of Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, and we’re finishing out our simian cinema lineup with 2017’s Kong: Skull Island. Unlike last week’s Peter Jackson epic, Kong Island is a radical reimaginng of the Kong lore, as is interconnected with Warner Bros.’ larger “MonsterVerse” franchise, of which G x K is the latest outing. Set against the early 1970s, Skull Island tells the story of a group of explorers who set out to explore the mysterious Skull Island, only to discover far more than they bargained for. Technically part of a larger franchise, Skull Island has the benefit of being easily watchable as its own stand alone story, and one of the stranger entries in the storied Kong legacy.

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    Jemarco Shaw

    1973.

    The Vietnam War rages on, the nation has never been more divided, and as tension arises,
    everyone gathers to ask one simple question: What if cool monsters existed?

    Now granted, Jordan-Vogt Robert’s Kong: Skull Island may not reach the artistic heights of
    Peter Jackson’s 2005 epic, but what it lacks in subtlety, it makes up for in relentless balls-out
    fun.

    The story follows Bill Randa (John Goodman) and Houston Brooks (Corey Hawkins), two representatives from the super secret monster organization known as Monarch, who assemble a crack team of scientists and Vietnam soldiers to travel to the mysterious Skull Island. The crew includes Sam Jackson as Col. Preston Packard, chewing scenery as he does so well, Brie Larson as photographer Mason Weaver, Tom Hiddleston as James Conrad, tracker, ex-British Secret Service, and the resident badass. Rounding out the group are an assortment of lovable jarheads from Jason Mitchell to the MVP Shea Wingham. Once the journey begins, the gang realizes they are far from alone: This island already has a king. His name is Kong.

    From the moment the group encounters the big guy, Roberts throws everything at the screen,
    seemingly all at once. Helicopters ablaze while Black Sabbath blares in the background, using trees
    as baseball bats, and perhaps the greatest “guy getting eaten” transition ever put to celluloid. While
    Randa is there strictly for scientific purposes, Col. Packard makes it his life’s mission to kill Kong,
    and anyone that gets in his way. Meanwhile, Conrad and Weaver get to hang around John C.
    Reilly’s Hank Madow, a soldier marooned on the island, clueless to the world around them.

    Skull Island is a movie that shamelessly wears its influences on its sleeve, pulling from anime, video
    games, and its predecessors to create something that may not be as thought-provoking as previous
    installments, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s a sugar rush, directed with the same frivolous glee as a
    kid smashing two action figures together. So turn that brain off, grab some popcorn and enjoy the
    madness.

    @its_jamarco on X

    The Team

    Austin Vashaw

    Toho Studios could scarce have realized when first pairing up King Kong and Godzilla in the early 1960s – each at that time with only a couple films under their belts – that these titans would still be box office hits, and coexisting in a shared universe under Warner brothers, some 60 years later.

    Skull Island introduced Kong to the “Monsterverse”, retaining the character and Skull Island mythos – but not the plot – of the classic King Kong tale and its remakes. Even from 1933, the Kong films have been pretty intense for their time, in light of a general family audience, and that trend continues with this treatment, set at the end of the Vietnam conflict and packed with weird  monsters and gnarly kills. In my opinion Skull Island does a better job than any previous film in actually feeling the immense scope of Kong and his world – kudos to the digital artists who rendered this all so marvelously.

    I feel like director Jordan Vogt-Roberts definitely saw his opportunity to tip his hat to his favorite Vietnam movies and make a tangential film that’s as much about war as it is creature adventure. Most notably with a tortured commander in Samuel L. Jackson’s LTC Packard, a warrior who finds himself without a war and therefore, he believes, without a purpose.

    On this rewatch I was particularly taken by John C. Reilly’s character, a downed WWII pilot who was stranded on the island and becomes the group’s navigator. The coda of his story plays out over the credits and I’d forgotten how wonderfully touching it is.

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    Jay Tyler

    Skull Island is a movie I have a lot of affinity for, and I truly think a lot of its strength comes from the initial surprise of it. I may not be as versed in all the various Kong variants throughout the history of cinema, but the delightful surprises of how Jordan Vogt-Roberts directing pulls from unexpected influences to inject into Skull Island creates a distinct vision that makes it stand out. In many ways, it feels like an artifact from an alternate reality where Sam Raimi was given the keys to a Kong movie, and that vibe is exhilarating when it fully reveals itself.

    The best part of Skull Island though is the incredible cast. Tom Hiddleston and Brie Larson as ostensible leads are passable enough, but it is the supporting cast that elevate this to a true gem of a horror-action romps. Samuel L. Jackson as the post-Vietnam shellshocked Colonel Packard blends elements of Moby Dick and Heart of Darkness to create a truly memorable foil for Kong. John Goodman offers a balance of humanity and sly menace as the conspiracy-nut-proven-accurate. And John C. Reilly serves as the heart of the film, offering a ballast to all of the madness. Each piece of cast settles into place to create an ensemble the gives weight to the mad chaos of action between Kong and his unsettling foes. The oddness of Skull Island being a building block for the larger Monarch franchise doesn’t lessen its magic as one of the stranger ventures into the Kong lore, and certainly one of the most distinctive. I wish some of his zany Looney Tunes energy leaked into some of the other Monarch films, but as a singular object, I still think it’s pretty special.

    @JaytheCakeThief on X

    Frank Cavillo

    It should be made clear that Kong: Skull Island is fun. A lot of fun. Anyone going to a film such as this is expecting spectacle, which is exactly what the filmmakers give their audiences from start to finish. The film generously boasts a number of adrenaline-fueled sequences between creatures fighting humans, creatures fighting each other, and virtually everyone fighting Kong. Each sequence is packed with the kind of action-pumped flair that leaves an audience member on the edge with their eyes widened and their jaws left hanging. Not only are the sequences plentiful, but they’re also rather artful, with one stunning frame of monstrous carnage after another on display. Kong: Skull Island also features some of the best camerawork for a film of its genre to come along in decades, making the most brutal and intense action come off as beautiful and almost operatic. This is especially true in Kong’s battle with the most gigantic octopus the screen has ever seen and in the group’s heart pounding first encounter with the big ape himself as he welcomes everyone to the island in his own personal way.

    Read Frank’s full review

  • Passionate Anime Musicians Tale BLUE GIANT is the Most Expressive Movie I’ve Seen in Ages

    Passionate Anime Musicians Tale BLUE GIANT is the Most Expressive Movie I’ve Seen in Ages

    Every now and then you happen upon some film you know nothing about, and it absolutely rocks your world. Shout Factory/GKIDS sent me a review copy of Blue Giant, a new anime film that wasn’t on my radar, and I was completely blown away. Within minutes of starting the movie, which is based on an expansive manga by the same name, I already knew this was shaping up to be something very special. I can’t remember the last time I cried this much watching a new film (it might’ve been the French-Canadian movie Starbuck, which was more than a decade ago).

    The film follows the story of Dai Miyamoto, an aspiring saxophonist who loves jazz and has decided to do whatever it takes to be the greatest jazz musician in the world. After meeting an extremely talented session pianist named Yukinori, and recruiting his roommate Shunji to accompany them on drums – despite the fact that he’s never played – the upstart band JASS is formed.

    This is one of the most sincere, earnest movies I’ve ever seen – when Dai says he wants to be the greatest jazz musician in the world, that might sound like a naive or absurd goal, but he truly means it and puts in the work, countless hours of practice each day, and his genuine fervor is infectious both to the other characters around him, and to the audience. Yukinori, a talented pianist, is more technically proficient but challenged to match Dai’s passion and creative artistry rather than simply try to map out a safe career coloring within the lines. Shunji, a complete novice, likewise decides to pursue his new craft in a manner befitting his more seasoned bandmates. With hearts firmly on sleeves and no pretense, it’s easy to love and root for these guys.

    Blue Giant is likely to get overlooked by many viewers simply because it’s about a jazz band, and that’s not the most universally compelling pitch. I’d implore you not to skip it for that reason. It’s actually part of the film’s theme: the trio is pouring their entire lives into a relatively unpopular genre out of pure love and passion for the music, and it’s incredibly endearing. Their approach attracts new fans who’ve never cared for jazz, while older jazz fans realize this new band of teenagers is challenging their perceptions and assumptions of what jazz is and can be.

    The film makes use of some amazing stylizations – when the boys perform, the animation style changes to match their moods and intensity – cameras careen and the images warp madly, delivering a dynamic visual force element to accompany the incredible music, the real-life compositions of jazz artist Hiromi. Even though I’m not a huge jazz fan, I can definitely appreciate this incredible diegetic score.

    I won’t ruin the film’s narrative surprises, but it’s an exceptionally tender and deeply emotional experience that gets to the heart of what makes an artist tick. It’s the most sincere story of relentless artistic drive that I’ve ever encountered, and I’m completely won over by the pure unfettered passion of this thing.

    Unequivocal highest recommendation.

    The Package

    Blue Giant is new on Blu-ray this week from GKIDS and Shout! Studios. The Blu-ray disc (note, no DVD or digital copy) comes in a standard blue Elite case. My copy included a glossy slipcover.

    Special Features and Extras

    Q&A with Hiromi – titled on feature as “Interview with Hiromi” – Japan Society interview, with the film’s composer, conducted in English

    Trailers (4:30) and TV Spots (0:44) – Two Teasers trailers, two full trailers, and two short TV spots – all in Japanese with English subtitles


    A/V Out.

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  • THE HIGH SCHOOL PERSPECTIVE: ROADHOUSE (2024)

    THE HIGH SCHOOL PERSPECTIVE: ROADHOUSE (2024)

    Road House was directed by Doug Liman and stars Jake Gyllenhaal and is currently streaming on Amazon Prime.

    It’s a remake of the 1989 Patrick Swayze movie and here an ex-UFC fighter named Dalton takes a job as a bouncer at a Florida Keys roadhouse only to discover that this paradise is not all it seems. The original Road House (1989) got crushingly bad reviews when it came out, I mean really bad. Roger Ebert was one of the very few film critics who actually said the film had some merit to it, and in an almost prophetic review he mentioned the film might be so bad that it’s good. That description attached itself to the movie for years with so many fans embracing it, recommending it to friends and sharing the movie with their kids that people just think it’s good now. With cable channels like TNT running it over and over again for the last 30 years and, lest we forget, Andy Dwyer’s earnest retelling of the infamous throat rip, it’s no surprise people love Road House!

    I’ve seen it, I think it’s a ton of fun. Patrick Swayze punches a whole lot of people in the face. And that film came out in an era where movies embraced their own silliness and viewed that as a positive thing. There are so many movies of the 80s and 90s that feel gleefully exuberantly absurd but they’re completely sincere in being so. Doug Liman’s Road House is 100% trying to recapture that vibe.

    Sometimes it succeeds, sometimes it doesn’t. What Road House (2024) does very well is recapture a type of movie that is not made much anymore- the lone hero-guy comes into a town, fights a lot of people, kills some of them, and somehow changes the town for the better when the smoke clears, and everybody (still standing) looks at him like he’s the hero. In fact, this movie is very aware of the fact that it follows a structure of a classic Western. A lone gunman coming into town on a horse finding out there’s some problems at the local saloon and taking care of business.

    What it also does very well is Jake Gyllenhaal, the man is clearly dedicated to his physique. He looks amazing in the movie and his fight scenes are a lot of fun to watch. But I also liked him bonding with members of the town and them kind of allowing him to open up a bit. But like the original, this film also feels very over the top. This is a movie where people can be stabbed not once but multiple times, and then kind of get up and be like, “Ah man, that didn’t feel good and walk away.” Lots of rippling muscles and sweaty bodies flying off of boats that are crashing, lifting four, five, six stories into the air landing and somehow surviving. For better or worse it worked for me.

    Where the movie starts to drag, is the introduction of a secondary villain near the third act of the movie. There’s our standard head-honcho villain for a lot of the movie. But once they introduce Conor McGregor’s character, Knox, it feels like the movie overestimated how much the audience would appreciate the character. Aside from a really good bare knuckle fight scene, his inclusion in the movie didn’t add much. Liman’s The Bourne Identity did something very similar. In that film, people are trying to find and kill Jason Bourne; eventually a call is made to Clive Owen’s assassin, The Professor. Though introduced late in the film, Owen becomes a climactic villain like McGregor does here. The difference, it worked so much better in that film because it sets up a villainous system with a hierarchical structure of assassins. Aside from Owen being a brilliant screen-grabbing actor, his character was also given one of the film’s best lines when he looks at Bourne in that moment after defeat shortly before death, and says, “Look at what they make you give.”

    In that moment, we empathize with both Jason Bourne and Owen’s assassin. Liman offered nuance with Bourne. But, there’s no nuance in Road House (2024), which, is a testament to just how faithful an adaptation it is to the original.

    There’s also a very hyper frenetic way in which the action scenes are edited and filmed, almost as if they were pasted together with CGI transitions. There are some really brutal and effective sequences of people just getting their faces smashed in, but there’s also parts where the camera whip pans around so fast and stitches together CGI cuts it can take the viewer out of the movie-watching experience.

    I laughed a lot while watching Road House (2024). I cannot underestimate the amount of people who get their faces kicked in. Gyllenhaal is clearly having a blast, dedicated to the role of Dalton and it remains to be seen if it will be embraced by fans of the original film that is over 30 years old. People who love that movie have seen it 50, 60 times. It means something to them. It was part of their life and still is, a movie that just showed up on Amazon Prime isn’t going to change that. But I do think that this movie really did try to recapture the feel of the original, and for the most part succeeded.

    Eager to be Please Friday Night Reaction: A-

    Cinephile Review: B+

    Critical Response: C+

  • Review: BOY KILLS WORLD, Truth (Mostly) In Advertising

    Review: BOY KILLS WORLD, Truth (Mostly) In Advertising

    Righteous rampages of revenge don’t get more righteous than the revenge-fueled rampage at the center of writer-director Moritz Mohr’s first, feature-length debut, Boy Kills World. Bloodily, ludicrously gratuitous, Mohr’s engrossing near-future dystopian flick has something for moviegoers with a well-developed, finely tuned taste for anime- and videogame-inspired action, old-school, sadomasochistic training montages, and cathartic spurts, bouts, and geysers of ultra-stylized hyper-violence aimed squarely at an exploitative, self-serving ruling class. In short, Boy Kills World is for everyone (or should be).

    Boy Kills World centers on the “Boy” of the title, a nameless, thirty-something deaf-mute played with passionate intensity by a shredded Bill Skarsgård (Barbarian, Nine Days, It). Although festival audiences heard the Boy’s interior thoughts with Skarsgård’s own voice, the theatrical version substitutes Skarsgård’s voice with H. Jon Benjamin (Bob’s Burgers, Archer). Sardonic, sarcastic, and deeply unserious, the Boy’s inner voice engages in a running commentary only he and the audience hear. The script, however, often treats the Boy’s commentary as dialogue, interacting or responding with scene partners in a parody of everyday conversation. It’s to Mohr and his screenwriting team’s credit that the Boy’s inner voice perfectly aligns with the comically absurdist approach taken to an otherwise bleak, nihilistic future and the ruthless Van Der Koy family who control an unnamed city-state.

    Like all revenge-centered plots, the Boy has a tragic backstory, specifically the execution of his mother and sister, Mina (Quinn Copeland), at the literal hands of Hilda Van Der Koy (Famke Janssen), the family’s most powerful member. Left for dead and rescued by the Shaman (Yayan Ruhian), a forest-dwelling survivor of the Van Der Koys’s wrath who doubles as a martial arts instructor and unforgiving surrogate father, the Boy grows up with a singular purpose as his life’s goal, revenge on the Van Der Koy family for all of the pain and anguish they’ve caused him.

    Partly as a coping mechanism for his trauma, partly due to a lifetime of loneliness, the Boy brings Mina back from the dead, albeit only as an extension of his imagination, a conscientious foil who functions as a needed check on the central character’s ego-driven self-importance and over-reliance on revenge as a justification for his actions, no matter how questionable or ethically dubious. Later, the Boy inadvertently gains a couple of real-world allies, Basho (Andrew Koji, Warrior) and Bennie (Isaiah Mustafa), the last vestiges of the resistance the Van Der Koys and their allies have all but exterminated.

    The Boy’s righteous rampage of revenge runs headfirst into the Van Der Koys’s annual “Culling,” a televised ritual whereby the city-state’s nominal enemies face off against a cereal company’s bloodthirsty mascots in a life-or-death match (mostly the latter) on a winter-themed set. Obviously inspired (“inspired” used generously here) by, among others, The Hunger Games, Battle Royale, and The Running Man, the Culling functions to pacify, entertain, and deter opposition to the Van Der Koys’s cartoonishly authoritarian rule, but once the Boy and his twelve-pack abs enter the arena with his fellow combatants, televised hell breaks loose.

    Though it makes several obvious points about non-democratic rule, Boy Kills World doesn’t take itself too seriously, instead relying on Skarsgård’s charismatic presence, arch, borderline campy dialogue written by Tyler Burton Smith and Arend Remmers, and Mohr’s frantic, frenetic direction to keep audiences engaged across its nearly two-hour runtime. And engaged audiences will be (mostly), especially during the frequent — and always welcome — elaborate fight scenes orchestrated by ace stunt choreographer Dawid Szatarski. (Szatarski makes a memorable appearance as a nearly indestructible henchman). The action scenes usually involve an outnumbered, if not outmatched, Boy versus the Van Der Koys’s hench-thugs, among them June27 (Jessica Rothe), the Van Der Koys’s chief enforcer.

    Boy Kills World opens theatrically on Friday, April 26th, via Lionsgate and Roadside Attractions.

  • REVIEW: CHALLENGERS Elevates Zendaya to Movie-Star Status

    REVIEW: CHALLENGERS Elevates Zendaya to Movie-Star Status

    Moments into Luca Guadagnino’s (Bones and All, Suspiria, Call Me By Your Name) latest film, Challengers, a millennial-focused melodrama fronted by the singularly talented (and named), two-time Emmy award-winning Zendaya, it’s clear Guadagnino, a onetime arthouse auteur turned mainstream aspirant, will convert the film’s central idea/theme, “ball is life” (and vice versa), into a rhapsodic exercise in maximalist bombast and sensorial excess. For Guadagnino and his trio of intertwined lovers, tennis is never just tennis, a one-on-one sport created in Victorian England for its melanin-deficient aristocratic elite: It’s everything. And after 131 sometimes exhilarating, sometimes exhausting minutes following the fortunes of its onscreen trio, moviegoers might just feel the same.

    Challengers pivots around Zendaya’s character, Tashi Duncan, an ex-tennis prodigy turned coach, manager, and non-trad wife to the thirty-something Art Donaldson (Mike Faist, West Side Story), a multiple major-winning tennis pro, and Peter Zweig (Josh O’Connor, Chimera), Art’s former boarding school bunkmate and best friend-turned-rival who’s self-destructive nature has turned him into a footnote, as they face the consequences of the life choices on the seemingly unimportant “challenger” match of the title, a second-tier qualifying tennis tournament sponsored by a local tire company.

    For Tashi, she’s turned her considerable talents, energy, and focus on Art’s career after her own ended on a tennis court, the result of a catastrophic knee injury. A promising, charismatic star with a junior title to her name, an Adidas endorsement contract, and a college scholarship to Stanford University, Tashi seemed destined to follow in the footsteps of other American greats, only to see the future she imagined for herself disappear forever the moment her knee collapses. As a life beyond or outside tennis seems impossible, Tashi eventually applies herself to coaching, first another women’s tennis player, eventually Art when he hits an early career slump.

    Challengers introduces Art and Peter first (and last) on that New Rochelle tennis court, a make-or-break final for both players, before jumping back in time 13 years to their junior pro days as inseparable friends and doubles tennis partners. Neither seems necessarily destined for greater things, though Art’s steadfast dedication and Peter’s exuberant energy seem to complement each other on and off the court. It’s not until Peter, already besotted with teen phenom Tashi, drags a hesitant Art to a match between the stunningly radiant Tashi and an overmatched opponent. Driven by the hormonal changes raging through their teen bodies, Art and Peter all but melt in Tashi’s presence. Not surprisingly, their friendship undergoes radical, permanent change.

    Tashi’s seemingly offhand comment that she doesn’t want to become a “home-wrecker,” interposing herself into Art and Peter’s relationship reverberates throughout Challengers. Sublimated, repressed, and suppressed, whatever physical and/or emotional desires they might have for each other remain undefined and unexpressed, initially — and ultimately — transposed to the romantic triangle they form with Tashi soon after meeting her at an Adidas-sponsored event. A threesome almost forms before Tashi, revealing herself as a master manipulator of emotion and desire, offers her phone number to whoever wins the next day’s tennis match.

    Offscreen, Peter wins the tennis finals the next day, setting up a discomfiting situation where Art, a student at Stanford (likely as a result of following Tashi there), plays the “friend” to both Tashi and Peter, deliberates maneuvers the break-up that inadvertently leads to a distracted Tashi’s career-ending injury and later, Art’s sliding into the supportive friend role as Tashi enters into a long, ultimately fruitless rehab. Even later in the film’s non-linear timeline, Art convinces a frustrated, unfulfilled Tashi to coach him, hopefully to tennis greatness, and with that success, a romantic partnership based on their complementary desires (Art for Tashi, Tashi for tennis success).

    Art’s transactional relationship with Tashi, however, eventually begins to fracture under the strain of Tashi’s demands. As his career begins to wind down, injuries mount and self-confidence dissipates, Tashi’s desire to remain Art’s professional and romantic partner also begins to wane. Art only continues to have value as long as he continues dedicating himself to living out Tashi’s tennis dreams. As melodramatically as it sounds (and is), tennis is life (and vice versa). Life without tennis and the competitive, transcendent conflict it engenders isn’t worth living, at least not to Tashi and Peter, a myopic, self-centered trust-fund kid who can’t see himself doing anything else despite years of failure.

    It’s that attraction — or rather uninhibited, unquantifiable, passionate intensity — for life-as-tennis and tennis-as-life, as simple, insightful, and ludicrous as any sports-related metaphor, that animates the tennis match periodically spread out across Challengers’s over-indulgent running time. For the onlookers at the match, it’s just one more game, a spectacle of bodies in constant, fluid, frenetic motion as time-wasting entertainment. For Tashi, Art, and Peter, it’s everything but a game; it’s life, the universe, and everything.

    Challengers opens theatrically on Friday, April 26th.

  • Film Masters Presents TORMENTED (1960) in a Comprehensive Special  Edition

    Film Masters Presents TORMENTED (1960) in a Comprehensive Special  Edition

    With so many new boutique labels now unearthing forgotten gems or hidden treasures, it’s becoming quickly apparent – it’s not simply about how many or how obscure a title you can release, but it’s the importance of curation and contextualization you give your titles. For sure, you can unearth a film that’s never seen the light of day or has been cast aside by time and put it back out there, but unless you present it in such a way that it can be understood by today’s audiences, your film will probably end up on Hamilton Books in their bargain bin. That being the case it feels like we get a new label every few months cutting the teeth in the collector’s market and I had the pleasure of checking out a release by Film Masters, one of these new-ish labels who are just starting to gain some real momentum. 

    I first came across Film Masters thanks to their announcement of a restoration of one my biggest ISOs Redneck Miller, which will hit later this year. But Film Masters is not just a distro label, but a preservation outfit and in the few months since I’ve discovered them have released a plethora of content. While they are of course releasing physical media of their restorations, they also have a very formidable presence on their freely accessible YouTube channel, where they release scans of not only obscure films, but television as well. It’s something that really shows their respect for media as a whole, since I think older TV shows and made for TV films have their own charm and craft worthy of reappreciation. 

    But for this review I am digging into the 1960 sleazy supernatural thriller Tormented, by Bert I. Gordon, who helmed such B movie classics as Empire of the Ants, The Food of the Gods, The Mad Bomber and The Cyclops. Like most films of this time with seedier subject matter there is a purposeful focus on the morality of those that make certain choices and making sure they get their comeuppance. In Tormented the film focuses on Tom (Richard Carlson), a jazz piano genius who is visiting Cape Cod to marry a much younger and richer woman, than his previous blonde bombshell songbird girlfriend Vi (Juli Reding). The problem is said songbird comes to confront him and somehow they end up at the top of a lighthouse where she threatens to “expose” him and end his engagement. Well, she accidentally loses her footing mid argument and falls off the walkway at the top of the lighthouse. While grasping for dear life onto a lone piece rail she begs for Tom to help her, who instead watches her fall to her death.

    With Vi out of the way, Tom tries to go back to his fancy upper class wedding to Meg Hubbard (Lugene Sanders), but not only is he plagued by visions of Vi, but the captain that ferried her over thinks there’s a buck to be made from the disappearance of his fare. While the film definitely has the expected trajectory, it works thanks to its eerie and atmospheric narrative that does manage to keep you on your toes. Richard Carlson, who is probably best known for his role as Dr. David Reed in Creature from the Black Lagoon, does a rather impressive unhinged job here as the guilt and the ghost drive him to some pretty dark places. This film came at the tail end of the actor’s career and he would only do about six more films, before unexpectedly dying of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 65. The Monroe-esque Juli Reding who was currently on husband 3 of 5 at the time was however just starting her career, thanks to some rather charming effects, has a rather powerful presence over the entire film – even though she dies in the first few minutes. 

    Thanks to its black and white cinematography and gritty subject matter, Tormented as a film feels somewhat noir-ish at times, and thanks to its ghostly leanings keeps you guessing at where it will go next. The film was shot by Ernest Laszlo who would go on to not only lens such classics as Fantastic Voyage, It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World and Logan’s Run, but he eventually would take home an Oscar after 8 nominations for 1966’s Ship of Fools. It’s something Tormented definitely benefits from, since these films don’t often look this good and the competency of the cinematography definitely helps to take the edge off some of the more dated visual effects. This works hand in hand with the competent script and solid performances who are all playing it straight, with a generous helping of TV melodrama on the side. 

    The film is presented in a new 4K restoration from 35mm archival elements and it looks like they caught this film just in time. The scan still has its grain and film texture left intact, with minimal DNR and while you can tell there was a restoration, there’s still some visual damage present. For me this only adds to the charm of the viewing experience and really helps to highlight Ernest Laszlo’s command of the frame, as he not only captures the brightly lit beach sun scapes, but the dark and dreary world Tom inhabits at night. It’s a great way to contrast not only the themes at work and characters, but it’s something that you’re not going to see captured as impressively as it is here with the darkened scenes perfectly void of all light. 

    When I finish a film one of my favorite things to do is to start digging into the extras and THIS is where this disc obliterates most releases. Along with a great doc by Ballyhoo Motion Pictures on Bert I. Gordon in the 1950s & 1960s, there’s the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version of Tormented (1992), an unreleased TV pilot of Famous Ghost Stories, made by Bert I. Gordon and hosted by Vincent Price, the full feature in 1:33.1 and a commentary provided by film historian-writer-filmmaker Gary Don Rhodes. (Plus SO MUCH MORE!) I walked into this release completely unfamiliar with Bert I. Gordon, but after my sitting I felt I was completely familiar with the director, and how he leveraged B movies and monsters as his way into Hollywood. The disc also does a fantastic job at contextualizing Tormented in his filmography as a film that was made when the director had finally made his way to LA and was the culmination of this journey. 

    While I enjoyed Tormented as a watch on its own. It’s the contextualization that you can explore after the fact by diving into the plethora of extras that really helped me appreciate it for what it was at the time, which couldn’t have been easy to bring together for an obscure deep cut like this. Using every nook and cranny left on the disc Film Masters not only give you probably the best presentation of the film you’re going to get, short of seeing it at the drive-in in the 60s, but an exhaustive roster of extras that works to give you that history on why they bothered releasing the film in the first place. You can really tell it’s because they genuinely care about the director and his weird little film and that enthusiasm transcends to the viewer, which is something that’s hard to get from a triple dip on 4k by some other distros. What can I say, Film Masters is probably my new favorite indie distro and I can’t see what they serve up next!

  • Criterion Review: WERCKMEISTER HARMONIES (2000) [4K UHD]

    Criterion Review: WERCKMEISTER HARMONIES (2000) [4K UHD]

    Bela Tarr’s best film remains cosmically, brutally prescient nearly 25 years later

    Stills courtesy of The Criterion Collection, unless otherwise noted.

    While Werckmeister Harmonies rivals only Sátántangó as Bela Tarr’s most accessible film as far as home video releases, many of their previous transfers failed to do justice to the visual splendor of the original films themselves. While Tarr’s cinema makes copious use of the grime and gloom of his Hungarian settings, so too did these releases–excluding Cinema Guild’s reverent transfer of Tarr’s final film The Turin Horse, all of these previous releases seemingly dragged each film through sandpaper and vaseline before burning in near-illegible subtitles and unleashing them on the home video market. The sole US DVD release of Werckmeister Harmonies was released in such a fashion before going out of print just as fast. The recent revival of Tarr’s work has led to a slew of recent restorations, including the excellent intensive restoration of Sátántangó by Arbelos in 2019. In 2023, Werckmeister Harmonies finally received its own 4K restoration, bringing back this timeless parable of fascism and existential dread in an era where its themes have become all too timely.

    In the film, based on László Krasznahorkai’s novel The Melancholy of Resistance and co-directed with Ágnes Hranitsky, soft-spoken mailman Janos (Lars Rudolph) bears the weight of several responsibilities in his small Hungarian village. In addition to delivering mail, he instills scientific knowledge; in the film’s riveting opening scene, he uses the blitzed patrons of the local pub as interactive props to illustrate the mechanics of a solar eclipse–working in the language of their superstitions to slowly drive them towards a place of visual and metaphorical enlightenment. One night, however, a foreboding giant truck belonging to a traveling circus lurches into the town square. It contains a massive preserved whale, which immediately grabs Janos’ attention; grabbing everyone else’s attention, however, is the mysterious “Prince,” an unseen yet seemingly deformed creature who’s sparked riots and ominous incidents wherever he goes. The local authorities, spearheaded by Tunde (Hanna Schygulla), compel Janos and hermit-y musical theorist Eszter (Peter Fitz) to investigate the growing mobs in the town square under the guise of “preserving order.” This, however, forces Janos to witness the societal collapse that may not just be occurring everywhere else but may have been long ordained for centuries.

    Werckmeister Harmonies was my first Bela Tarr film, seen under this laborious amount of visual degradation. However, the visual quality couldn’t impede the tremendous impact the film would have on me. I’d never seen a film with this amount of methodical patience in the way it treated cinematic time–to play out a moment to its exact length, no matter how short or how long. It was a resounding formal rejection of cinema’s many colorful tools, stripping it down to its rigorous formal essence. The most profound moment came in the last moments of the film’s thirty-ninth and final shot, as a heavenly blast of light provides one last cosmic sucker punch–a seemingly divine answer to the grueling events of the film.

    I got the chance to meet Bela Tarr at the New York Film Festival following a career-spanning Q&A (me at 29:31!) that wildly lived up to his stoic yet headstrong and passionate nature. I asked him further about Werckmeister’s ending, discussing how much the ending tied together everything I thought the film was driving at–themes of order and chaos, God and Man, fate and free will, ad nauseam. Tarr, to his immense credit, patiently heard out the ravings of this insane 20-year-old with a smile before clapping me on the back and intoning, “is fog machines,” before disappearing into the crowd.

    Certainly not Julian reeling with existential doubt.

    In the subsequent decade, I’ve since learned how Tarr is a director who’s vehemently shrugged off attempts to impose meaning on his films. He’s a director who vigorously rejects the artifice cinema can impose on its viewers, and spends so much time and care into the methodical unraveling of his films precisely so that there’s no opportunity for anything fake to creep into them. Moments last as long as they have to. People are creatures of habit and sloth, following compulsions and vices to natural conclusions. Those same flaws and foibles are endemic to the systems they create, which more often persecute and punish than deliver and absolve. While The Turin Horse is Tarr’s most directly apocalyptic film, Werckmeister Harmonies certainly does its damnedest to encapsulate this feeling that we are likely going to be the cause of our demise. Following at a distance behind Janos and the others, we bear as much witness as this unfortunate deliveryman to how willing people are to bend towards an ill-defined order. Corrupt authorities take whatever action they need to to remain at the top; deprived of everything, those underfoot cling to whoever can promise change; despite seeking order, people unflinchingly embrace causing chaos and ruin if it means order might come as a result. These aren’t subtextual things in Werckmeister Harmonies–a spellbindingly horrific sequence of destruction and depravity in a hospital shows just what we’re capable of without any need for gratuitous closeups or rapid-fire editing. 

    The cumulative effect is unforgettable. It’s one that directly influenced filmmakers like Gus Van Sant with Elephant in the wake of the Columbine school shootings, and one that presages Jonathan Glazer’s techniques in dramatizing the progress of concentration camps in The Zone of Interest by decades. With each passing moment, you grow further away from feeling like just a spectator enjoying a film to an active, complicit participant in the film’s action. Your presence is tempered with guilt or shame, our inability to act transformed into an action in and of itself. 

    But still, there’s hope among the ruins. In Werckmeister Harmonies, in particular, a character who once willingly sat on the sidelines indulging in circular thoughts on order and chaos realizes either how wrong or right he truly was. The conclusion is left ambiguous–but in the spirit of Tarr’s rejection of interpretation, he makes clear that some form of change has come about. That deep down, change is possible, as much as we may collectively bend towards fascism as a resistance to societal upheaval. Tarr restrains you for as long as you need to to be inspired to break free and cause change. By showing you everything–unvarnished, uninterfered with, horrors and all–Tarr hopes you’ll see things differently.

    It’s a radical approach to cinema that has become all too timely in recent years–as the world outside of Tarr’s theaters has morphed and deformed to fit the black-and-white bleakness he’d spent years depicting in his films. As Dennis Lim notes in his essay provided for this disc, 

    Fascism is even less of an abstract concern today than it was in 2000. Hungary has been under Viktor Orbán’s strongman rule for over a decade now. In the present-day American context, it is hard to watch the riot scenes without flashing on the violent mobs—the white nationalists in Charlottesville, Virginia; the election deniers of the January 6 insurrection—that have been a recurring feature of the Trump era.

    Werckmeister Harmonies has emerged from over a decade of relative unavailability and obscurity to find it’s become less of a warning of what we’re capable of and more of a mirror to what we’ve done to ourselves. Hell, it even makes for a more languid companion piece to Alex Garland’s Civil War as it does to the aforementioned Zone of Interest in that it bears objective witness to our capacity for evil which, left unchecked, seems only natural to overwhelm the better angels of our nature. And, like both films, it finds an urgent call for change in its seeming objective spectatorship–that only by directly confronting evil, leaving final judgment to ourselves, we are given an opportunity to forge a better path.


    Fate, as I should have expected, inevitably chose to weigh in on how I viewed the ending of Werckmeister Harmonies. After years of seeing the film’s conclusion as I did, heavenly light and all, it became clear that some prints and transfers of Werckmeister Harmonies had this last-second increase in exposure, while others did not. Was Tarr’s elusive answer a decade ago an answer to something never there in the first place? I was beyond excited to hear the news of this film getting a 4K restoration–not just to finally see the film as close to its original form as possible, but to also get a definitive sense of closure to a question that had crept up on me over the last ten years.

    The restoration finally came to Austin, Texas–and it was a wonder to behold, seeing Werckmeister Harmonies finally escape the prison of artifacting and aspect ratios it had been trapped in for years. Since this UHD review has veered far off course from actually being one by now, it’s here I’ll say that the video and sound quality on this disc release is equally superb, restoring the original theatrical aspect ratio and clearing out so many errant instances of wear and tear while still preserving how absolutely miserable the world of the film looks and feels. Mihaly Vig’s elegiac wail of an all-timer score still settles deep in one’s bones in the film’s monaural audio track.

    But in that theatrical screening, despite experiencing the film as if seeing it for the first time, I waited on tenterhooks for that final shot. 

    Which played out, in wall-to-wall sound, in all of its glory.

    But minus that heavenly flash.

    I’ve been sitting with that experience for the last few months–even more so now that I, like cinephiles around the globe, now have a definitive 4K UHD copy of Werckmeister Harmonies available to me after all these years. It’s crazy how so much of a film’s impact can be determined by the right conditions: the time of day, who you see it with, down to the individual quirks of the version of the film you happen to watch. I can’t help but love that it’s this film, a chilling yet wonderful parable about our role as a spectator, and of the meaning we apply to the inscrutable to make sense of our lives, that happened to have such an otherwise innocuous error in its transfer that wholly shaped what I appreciate most about this film.

    In its absence, though, I feel its impact even more. As revelatory as that flash was, it only confirmed something abstract that Tarr had already wrestled into tangibility. It was present in Uncle Eszter confronting the whale and literally changing his tune. It was present in the horrors of the hospital where, confronted with the opportunity to commit the unspeakable, the voiceless throngs of the mob universally chose to cease and turn back. 

    We don’t need external divine confirmation to compel us to change. Being able to change is already divine in its own right. It’s just a question of whether or not we will.

    Like Tarr, I hope we do.

    Special Features

    Note: All disc-based special features are included on the accompanying Blu-ray Disc.

    • Family Nest (1979): In a major coup, Criterion has included a restoration of Tarr’s debut feature film, which focuses on the grueling interpersonal conflicts between a couple, their children, and their in-laws as the ongoing Hungarian housing shortage forces them to live in a singular cramped apartment. With a major focus on Irén Szajki’s wife as her patience and personal boundaries are increasingly violated by those around her, Tarr’s neorealist drama may differ in terms of the long-take style he’d develop by Sátántangó, yet the seeds of Tarr’s biting social criticism arrive hear fully realized.
    • Bela Tarr: In a new interview conducted for this release, film critic Scott Foundas sits down with Tarr to intimately discuss the totality of his career, including his major influences like Jean-Luc Godard growing up in Communist Hungary, navigating the endlessly shifting politics of the Hungarian film industry and censorship offices, his longstanding creative relationships with László Krasznahorkai and Ágnes Hranitsky, his particular cast-director relationship with Werckmeister star Lars Rudolph, to the circumstances of Tarr’s retirement from feature film directing after 2011’s The Turin Horse.
    • Trailer for Werckmeister Harmonies’ theatrical tour of the 4K restoration by Janus Films.
    • Essay: Film critic and New York Film Festival creative director Dennis Lim uses Werckmeister Harmonies as a framing device to discuss Tarr’s working relationship with Krasznahorkai, Tarr’s reflection upon order and disorder across his filmography, externalizing these ideas via the usage of his signature long takes, and a more sobering reflection on the possibly instinctual nature of humanity to bend towards fascism.

    Werckmeister Harmonies is now available on 4K UHD, Blu-ray, and DVD courtesy of The Criterion Collection.

  • APE-RIL Hails the Eighth Wonder of the World as Two Cents Revisits KING KONG (2005)

    APE-RIL Hails the Eighth Wonder of the World as  Two Cents Revisits KING KONG (2005)

    The team revisits Peter Jackson’s epic adaptation to determine if there’s still Beauty to this Beast nearly two decades later

    Two Cents is a Cinapse original column akin to a book club for films. The Cinapse team curates the series and contribute their “two cents” using a maximum of 200-400 words. Guest contributors and comments are encouraged, as are suggestions for future picks. Join us as we share our two cents on films we love, films we are curious about, and films we believe merit some discussion. Would you like to be a guest contributor or programmer for an upcoming Two Cents entry? Simply watch along with us and/or send your pitches or 200-400 word reviews to [email protected].


    The Pick: King Kong (2005)

    In honor of Kong’s return in Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, this month the Two Cents Film Club is going ape for APE-RIL, checking out a lineup of ape-themed movies with some surprises in the mix. Our fourth entry is 2005’s King Kong. Peter Jackson’s epic follow-up to his Lord of the Rings trilogy seemed as enormous of an undertaking on its first release. Jackson, once known for his grisly gorefests, was now a newly-minted Oscar-winning director whose last film tied Ben-Hur and Titanic for the most Academy Awards won by a single film. With a blank check and all of Hollywood at his disposal, he tackled a new adaptation of one of Universal’s OG creature features. Would he be able to pull off such a spectacle again with decades of VFX evolution at his disposal?

    As with previous adaptations, Kong ’05 follows aspiring starlet Ann Darrow (Naomi Watts) and showman filmmaker Carl Denham (Jack Black) as they set sail for a mysterious island to finish Denham’s latest adventure picture–this time with screenwriter Jack Driscoll (Adrien Brody) and narcissistic lead actor Bruce Baxter (Kyle Chandler) in tow. Arriving at the sinking Skull Island, the crew discovers far more than crumbling ruins: the last of a thriving island civilization, who kidnap Ann as a sacrifice for their deity…the mighty Kong (Andy Serkis). As Denham and Jack brave the murderous wilds of Skull Island to rescue Ann, she forms an unexpected–and ultimately star-crossed–bond with the lonely creature.


    The Team

    Julian Singleton

    While the Lord of the Rings is an unbeatable creative gambit that Jackson executed to perfection, his immediate follow-up feels like his real blank check, using all of the skills he’d honed over those 3 epic films to flesh out an already-classic property into something truly epic and timeless. 

    I’m always curious to map out how long it takes for each adaptation of the same story to hit their shared plot points–it tends to reveal something about the unique passions of the creatives behind them. In this case, I deeply love the first act of Jackson’s Kong–not just the meticulous recreation of the highs and lows of Depression-era America, but how the shared desperation of Ann, Denham, and Jack (top-tier performances from Watts, Black, and Brody) informs the overarching narrative of people searching for deeper emotional fulfillment amid their everyday struggles to survive. It’s 20 minutes before we even reach the first scene of Cooper’s original Kong, and even longer before we finally reach Skull Island–but that patience pays off in spades as Jackson’s signature massive-scale action sequences are rooted in an unshakable emotional core for the characters. 

    Crucially, Kong himself is treated as something human rather than just spectacle. Turning in one of the best mo-cap performances period, Andy Serkis imbues the Eighth Wonder of the World with such primal complexity. Kong’s a lonely asshole, King of an island slowly sinking into the sea, one full of creatures that either target or fear him. Like the rest of the humans invading his turf, Kong’s also hungry for something more beyond just sheer survival. Which is why, against all logic, Jackson and co-writers Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens manage to eke out a moving emotional romance between Kong and captive Ann, and smartly use that to fuel every moment of SFX wizardry they pull off with aplomb. Sure, the final act in New York City feels like a lengthy film all its own after the first 2+ hours–but the equal patience applied to turn Cooper’s jaw-dropping climax into something unbelievably tragic is essential to this take on Kong. The Empire State Building isn’t just the location of a thrilling finale–it achingly feels like the only instinctual place for these lovers to go for refuge, even if it means certain death. While it’s a thrilling adventure film in its own right, Jackson’s King Kong feels like one of the last true epics, a miracle blend of compelling characters, practical/visual effects, and awe-inspiring action that all feel larger than life.

    (@Gambit1138 on Xitter)

    Ed Travis

    Having seen Peter Jackson’s King Kong three times in theaters (a true rarity for me), one might think that I would have approached this revisit as an opportunity to rediscover a dear favorite. But somehow the film had kind of fallen off my radar in the subsequent years. It has been almost 20 years, after all. But I did sense this was a great opportunity to introduce my nine year old daughter to one of the greatest stories cinema ever told, not to mention one of her first tragedies. And oh what a special viewing this was. I personally felt like I rediscovered a deeply moving masterwork that I had allowed time and distance to diminish. I’m profoundly moved by Kong as a force of nature, a lonely protector, a king, and a creature stripped of home, only to find a friend to be with at the end of all things. But what a wonder to experience the grand adventure and sweeping tragedy of King Kong with my child, who absolutely fell in love with Kong, and was devastated by his loss, and who spoke to me about what it must feel like to be Kong. 

    Jackson’s film honestly succeeds for me on all levels. Decades removed, I adored the cast. Jack Black is the culmination of determined, detached, opportunistic filmmaking zealot, doomed to destroy what he loves most. Adrian Brody is this dashing writer, but I love that he’s simply smitten by Naomi Watts’ Ann Darrow and his bravery and self-sacrifice drive much of the narrative forward once he’s desperately in love. Watts is timeless and transcendent, frankly, as Ann Darrow, an uncompromising dreamer with a heart so pure it’ll conquer the great depression and comfort the king of the jungle. Hell I even love the side characters of Mr. Hayes (Evan Parke) and Jimmy (Jamie Bell), adoptive father and son doomed by Black’s Carl Denham to explore the wilds of Skull Island. Jackson is perhaps indulgent with the length, but I’ll take every minute of hard scrabble Depression-era New York, every set piece of prehistoric battles, and every transcendent moment of bonding between a still perfect digitally created Kong and Naomi Watts. As fully realized as any CGI character before or since, Andy Serkis and the VFX team created a masterful Kong who makes my heart swell and shatter in a way many human characters never will.

    (@Ed_Travis on Xitter)

    Brendan Agnew

    What I appreciate most about Peter Jackson’s King Kong is its generosity. This is a film that is excited, desperate even, to give the viewer as much as possible of its pulp adventure world and the characters (monstrous and otherwise) who inhabit it. From the offbeat depression-era NYC opening (luxuriating in both the gleaming new art deco skyline and the street-level ravages of The Great Depression) to the claustrophobic sea voyage to Skull Island, Jackson wants to show off every corner of what he and the creative team created.

    While this can be to its occasional detriment in terms of story economics and pacing – there are simply too many gotdamn characters in this thing – the combination of schoolboy enthusiasm and massive post-Oscar budget and creative freedom gives some of the most indelible moments in modern blockbuster filmmaking. Not only are Jackson’s horror roots on full display in segments like Anne’s kidnapping or the infamous Insect Pit, but his bone-deep empathy creates a new take on Kong that you can see echoing forward to the most recent incarnation in this year’s Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. With motion capture performance by Andy Serkis and Weta Digital, this take on Skull Island’s monarch still holds up as a CGI creation almost 20 years later, but is also every bit as communicative as the same actor’s work as Caesar in the modern Planet of the Apes films. This is the first film where we see Kong attempting to use sign language to communicate, establishes him as not an aberration but the last survivor of his kind, and gives genuine room for him and Anne to establish rapport and affection as well as respect and fascination.

    And we also get to see him fight three T-rexes at once and wreck buses in Times Square and all the cool big monkey shit that you go to a King Kong movie to see. The classic complaint against this film is that it’s just too long, and it is. It takes too long to get to the island and then they probably spend too long there given how much ground the film covers in New York, but also I don’t care. For every moment that feels unnecessary, there’s a half-dozen more that are showing you crazy shit you’ve never seen before. It’s the King Kong movie that your childhood brain remembers the original looking and feeling like, and it’s just too joyfully committed to showing you a hell of a good time to hold those long innings against it.

    (@BLCAgnew on Xitter)

    Austin Vashaw

    Peter Jackson’s loving homage to the original 1933 creature feature feels like a best-case scenario, creating an epic that’s both reverent and spiritually aligned to the original but updated with all the modern tools and resources (and goodwill) at his disposal coming off the triumph of The Lord of the Rings.

    Despite a long runtime (especially in its Extended version), the film remains an engaging mix of adventure, creature horror, and tragedy that never feels like a chore. When I think of this film, what tends to spring to mind first is all the creature sequences – giant bugs, bats, dinosaurs, and of course Kong himself. A character oft remade and rebooted, he’s at his most human here, thanks to an incredible performance by Andy Serkis.

    In an experience common to many videophiles, this was my introductory HD-DVD (included with the Xbox drive) and an early showcase title for the format. It’s the film I most closely associate with the concept of “HD”, and it still looks amazing almost 20 years later.

    Well… mostly. There’s one thing PJ can’t seem to pull off effectively, and not for lack of budget or trying – once the (virtual) camera goes under (virtual) water, any connection to something resembling reality goes out the virtual window.

    (@VforVashaw on Xitter)

    Upcoming Picks: APE-RIL! (In Celebration of Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire)

    Upcoming picks:
    Kong: Skull Island (2017)


  • ABIGAIL Arrives as an All-Time Vampire Classic

    ABIGAIL Arrives as an All-Time Vampire Classic

    Radio Silence’s latest is also their best, and so much more.

    Stills courtesy of Universal Pictures.

    Sometimes a film has a high-level premise that’s so good that you’re almost surprised it hasn’t been done a dozen times already. It could be a genre exercise, or just an elevator pitch that succinctly captures something primal and immediately gripping out of a story you never realized you had to see. Such is the premise of Abigail, the new film from horror collective Radio Silence: a group of criminals are hired to kidnap a girl, only to realize that girl is in fact a vampire.

    That’s a killer hook–but what is most surprising is that Abigail, originally pitched as a reimagining of the 1936 Universal horror film Dracula’s Daughter, somehow exceeds that premise to be something truly special. Radio Silence broke wide with their surprise hit Ready or Not in 2019, which mixed humor, gore, and lush scenery to create a unique experience. After Radio Silence helmed the last two Scream entries, Abigail serves as a spiritual sequel to Ready or Not, refining what made that movie so exciting, down to the locked haunted house premise. As a result, Abigail is not only Radio Silence’s most fully realized and successful film to date, but an immediate classic of the vampire genre, breathing fresh air into one of horror’s oldest genres.

    The story of Abigail unfolds patiently: a group of criminals, all strangers to each other, are recruited to kidnap the titular target (played by Alisha Weir) by the mysterious Lambert (Giancarlo Esposito). Given nicknames to align with various members of the Rat Pack, there is bagman Frank (Dan Stevens), medic and logistics expert Joey (Melissa Barerra, reuniting with Radio Silence after their two Scream films), burnout wheelman Dean (Angus Cloud, in a posthumous appearance), cool girl hacker Sammy (Kathryn Newton), French-Canadian muscle Peter (Kevin Durand), and sniper Rickles (William Catlett). As the crooks slowly pick apart their real identities, strange deaths occur and cause accusations to fly freely. For a second, it seems like the film is being coy about its ultimate reveal–but once Abigail’s vampiric nature is revealed, the acceleration kicks off in earnest.

    One of the great strengths of Abigail is how it uses its ensemble, with each performance being multi-faceted and well-observed. In many ways, the crooks all fall into very familiar archetypes. However, they aren’t thinly-rendered sketches, but living, breathing characters thrown into a wild and impossible scenario. Their distinct personalities are further revealed in how they react to the circumstances around them, with razor-sharp dialogue and clever set pieces giving the cast plenty to sink their teeth into as the madness unfolds.

    And what gleeful madness it is. Just like Ready Or Not, Abigail’s pacing is breakneck once it gets going. It’s a goopy good time that relishes in its gothic surroundings and finding which vampire myths to incorporate or reject. A love for other vamp classics is evident throughout, with nods to everything from the original Dracula to Near Dark poking their influence throughout. Ultimately, the vibe is unquestionably unique to Radio Silence’s brand of horror, never too afraid to remember to keep it fun throughout. The beauty of Abigail is when it intermixes the human element alongside the fantastic, never afraid to wear its heart on its sleeve…before allowing that heart to spew blood everywhere.

    Abigail hits theaters on April 19th courtesy of Universal Pictures.