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Eli Roth’s THANKSGIVING Arrives Fully Stuffed On Blu-ray!
Eli Roth’s holiday themed slasher Thanksgiving hit Blu-ray last week, and it’s a film I’ve been looking forward to since I caught the fictional trailer in Grindhouse opening weekend back in 2007. Out of all the trailers, admittedly it was probably my favorite, probably due not only its extreme nature, but its pitch black sense of humor. That said, I am also a bit of an Eli Roth apologist, I enjoyed Cabin Fever, I dug the Hostel series and I am even an avid defender of The Green Inferno. But it’s been a hot minute since Roth has directed a fictional narrative, since he’s been working on various documentaries on the horror genre cementing himself as one of the leading voices discussing and dissecting the genre.
So it was a bit of a surprise honestly, that nearly two decades after the fact, he would finally direct the feature length adaptation of Thanksgiving.
For those that missed out. Thanksgiving is Eli Roth’s love letter to the holiday slasher that takes place of course, in Plymouth, Massachusetts during the Thanksgiving holiday and follows a group of teens being picked off one by one, by a man in a John Carver mask, dressed like a pilgrim. Carver was a great icon to model a killer after, not only because of the name, but he was one of the pilgrims who came over on the Mayflower and was the first governor of Plymouth Colony. The film begins a year earlier as many slashers do with the inciting incident, when a group of teens are responsible for causing a riot at a black friday sale. Several people were trampled and killed, as rabid consumers stormed the local department store to not miss out on the free waffle irons, in a nod to the consumerism and capitalism that have taken over the holiday.
Now, having looked forward to this for so long, I honestly have to say I initially felt a bit let down by the film the first time I saw it in theaters. I think this was primarily because I was expecting beat for beat everything from that trailer, which is about 70% there in the theatrical film. Since then however, I’ve adopted the rationale that given the trailer felt like something lost from the 80s, this new version was something akin to a remake or re-imagining by the same director, given the change of time period. Speaking of which, right off the bat Roth does something most filmmakers don’t, wont or can’t, and that is keeping the cell phone and social media in the narrative. This has Carver not only taunting his prey from an instagram account, but also allows Roth to comment on the toxicity of online culture.
While the first watch was simply a reactionary one. Since there’s a lot of gnarly kills and comedic beats to react to, rewatching it for this review I started to dig into the craft of the film itself. As a slasher, Thanksgiving is rock solid, themed appropriately to the holiday and it moves rather briskly from memorable kill to memorable kill. Now the film itself adheres to some very particular rules of the slasher while doing this, beginning with the inciting incident, the viewer is then forced to spend the film wondering who our masked killer is, and it’s a fun game of whodunnit embedded in the story. But where Thanksgiving shines is not just the memorable characters, or the iconic kills, but it’s how well it feels thought out with its understanding and subversion of what the audience has been trained to expect.
Let’s take the Yulia kill for example, which is probably one of the best in playing with expectations. We as an audience know since she’s trying to flee to Florida, she’ll no doubt be moved up in the kill queue. I also enjoy that folks in Thanksgiving understand that they need to get the hell out of Dodge, even though that doesn’t always work out. In Yulia’s sequence, Roth toys with the audience giving these mundane tasks she does while getting ready to leave for the airport these long drawn shots, underpinned by a really tense score, just upping the dread, while putting her in a very vulnerable state, that’s not a shower, over and over again. It’s this teasing and subverting expectations that really make this particular bit work as well as it does. Of course Carver eventually stabs here with corn cob holders through the ears, but it’s that sort of unexpected and slightly absurd kill that shows how well he really understands the genre.
Roth then takes it a step further allowing her to live and throws her still living body on a table saw, resulting in one of the most over the top and grotesque kills I’ve seen in a major Hollywood movie in a decade.
While most studios have gotten complacent with bare bones releases, leaving more well produced discs to the boutique labels. This disc feels like it’s delivering on a clear edict by Roth for fans, to give them something worth picking up. The extras on this disc are as bountiful as grandma’s Thanksgiving feast, which are basically on Scream factory level. Included are the normal EPKs, but you also get a commentary by Roth, Outtakes, and 35 minutes of deleted and extended scenes. There’s even some more gore in these deleted bits, Karen Cliche’s cooking scene is a few minutes longer and speaking of her character, we get to see a lot more carving at the table. There’s not just gore on the cutting room floor, but my other favorite lost bit is a scene with some characters engaging in some baby goat yoga, that stops when the goat decides to pee on the actor.
So in my reassessment, I have to say I’ve come around on this one in a big way. Watching it again really helped me to get past my hangups and start to really enjoy the place setting Roth has given us in Thanksgiving. I feel like every course was planned, dissected, planned again and then punched up, and finally filmed. You rarely get that with horror these days, some directors think being sloppy, copying another film or just going big is the way to go, and you don’t realize how wrong they are until you watch something as well executed as Thanksgiving. Every beat just feels so well thought out and purposeful and that’s something if you dig into the extras you will appreciate, since you see some of the trimmed fat in the extended scenes. Thanksgiving is one hell of a holiday slasher and a film that is going into my holiday rotation right alongside Blood Rage.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME: Lesser Known Holiday Slashers [Two Cents] – With Guest Programmer Robb Antequera
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: Happy Birthday To Me, guest programmed by Robb Antequera
When Cinapse staffer Justin Harlan wanted to go to bat for lesser known holiday-themed slasher films this month centered around Valentine, I knew I had to reach out to Robb Antequera, Action Twitter’s biggest slasher evangelist, to guest program something for us. And he did not disappoint. Robb is one of the hosts of Chainsaws & Claws: A Killer/Monster Podcast, a horror podcast that discusses slasher movies and monster movies, as well as the host of the Wrath of Stath podcast, which covers the films of Jason Statham, and runs the website Bloodfist Forever, which celebrates the Bloodfist franchise, starring Martial Arts icon Don “The Dragon” Wilson.
Guest Programmer
Robb Antequera
I have to be honest; the first time I watched this, I practically hated it. I found it to be too long, slow, and filled with enough eccentric soap opera theatrics to power an entire season of Riverdale.
However, it sat with me after that initial viewing, compelling me to revisit it in the near future. That time, I liked it a little more. I liked it more on the next revisit, and the next, and so on & so forth. I guess you can say I’m a fan now. But why? What was it about this film that just kept me coming back to it? If I had to answer, it’s because this film understands what made the partial inspiration for the entire slasher genre in America work: the Giallo.
This film is straight up an American Giallo, and when viewed as such, all of its creative choices make complete sense. The bizarre death scenes, the lively group of main characters, the melodramatic nature of it all, and the stylish, atmospheric direction, handled by one of the most dependable journeymen directors to ever exist, Mr. J. Lee Thompson, whose involvement in this film I’ve found to be unique in itself.
For example, most slasher films, in that era and beyond, were directed by young prodigies we never heard from again, or older professionals who had been in the business for years but never made a feature before, and had no real care for the material. Yet here was Thompson, director of classics such as The Guns of Navarone and the original Cape Fear, directing this bloody slasher film. Could you imagine someone like Harold Becker directing Urban Legend? Or Alan J. Pakula directing I Know What You Did Last Summer? It’s really fascinating. At least to me it is.
Nevertheless, Thompson treated the material with the same amount of respect he gave his older Hollywood films, and it shows. There’s a level of professionalism on display here that the Slasher genre had yet to see. Yes, I’m aware the original Halloween and Black Christmas came out prior to this, but those were lower budgeted productions whose directors had yet to make their mark, while Happy Birthday to Me had more money and an old Hollywood pro at its disposal, and those extra incentives just give the film a nicer, classier sheen that the entire genre wouldn’t see for a while.
That plot twist still comes way out of left field, though.
(@TheCineDrunkie on X)The Team
Ed Travis
Happy Birthday To Me’s giallo inspired chaotic energy, as well as our overall “lesser known holiday themed holiday slashers” theme this month, has got me thinking about the slasher genre. I feel like I would consider iconic franchises like Halloween or Friday the 13th to be slasher films, but at the center of those is an all-powerful supernatural monster who will not stop ever, until you are dead. Yet it seems more often than not the slasher genre has that mystery component at the center. Who is that masked killer and how many red herrings can we throw in and what will be the absurd justification for their murderous rampage by the end? It’s like slashers owe their success to the mystery genre as much as to the horror genre. But all those kills and wild red herrings sometimes lead to a story that is simply batshit crazy, and that is where Happy Birthday To Me confidently makes its home. Walking so that Malignant could one day run, HBTM’s Virginia (Melissa Sue Anderson) is an incredibly troubled protagonist with a backstory that just gets crazier as the story progresses. This was a great follow up to our earlier entry this month: April Fool’s Day, which had lots of similar plot twists and turns. But where April Fool’s Day’s plot mechanics foretold a future of meta storytelling, HBTM harkens back to the wildly glorious gialli of the 1970s. In the end, I’m not here to say that Happy Birthday To Me makes even a lick of damn sense. It most certainly does not. But I respect the insanity it strives for and recommend slasher fans seek out this bizarre slasher that would benefit greatly from a chaser screening of Malignant.
PS: Eli Roth has to have taken some inspiration from this film for his recent holiday themed slasher Thanksgiving.
(@Ed_Travis on X)Julian Singleton
From a haunting opening piano track that evoked the quiet sinister moods of The Changeling, I knew I had to quickly adjust all expectations for Happy Birthday to Me compared to the more unabashedly comedic April Fool’s Day. J. Lee Thompson’s slasher is still a fun ride, but I loved just how wickedly nasty it was wiling to get over the course of its surprisingly hefty runtime. The plot is more an excuse to string along audiences from one set-piece to the next–aside from Melissa Sue Anderson’s Virginia, much of the ensemble cast are one-note and paper-thin. Each plays into a trope of general high school life (the jock, the jokester, the exchange student, etc.), with the audience only being given as much information as needed about these characters before they wander into their own creepy mode of slaughter. However, Thompson manages to flex some particularly noteworthy budgetary skills here, from two key sequences involving cars jumping a highway drawbridge, resulting underwater sequences, a creepy cornering in a church belfry, and more.
What sold me on Happy Birthday, though, was how each of Thompson’s bizarre slasher sequences are handled with a surprising amount of suspense and gravitas, even when employing some ridiculous instruments of death. The standouts for me were the gruesome dispatches of exchange student Etienne and jock Greg; Etienne’s death feels like it takes perverse inspiration from the death of poet Isadora Duncan, with our killer taking creative liberties with Etienne’s scarf and motorbike, while Greg’s passion for lifting weights takes a crushing turn. Both sequences are mined for as much tension as they’re worth, pivoting between the hilarious and horrifying on a dime. The long-awaited fountains of blood make for an incredible payoff, regardless of how thin the setups for these deaths may be.
I was also surprised by how effective the underlying theme of familial abandonment was between Virginia and her father. While Thompson and company spin Virginia’s trauma into frenzied giallic heights, the crushing moments that provide the foundation for such terror felt wholly earned–lending the ending tableau of a birthday party full of corpses an unexpectedly tragic and touching tone. However, I was disappointed by the film’s impulse to add yet another red herring here after a film already stuffed with so many false leads. It felt like a fundamental mistrust in the confidence of the story when this was an element that Thompson and writers Timothy Bond, Peter Jobin, and John Saxton should own the most.
Setting aside the weaknesses of its characters and conclusion, Happy Birthday to Me’s memorable and well-executed murder set pieces anchored by a tragic and committed performance by Melissa Sue Anderson make it well worth multiple revisits.
(@gambit1138 on X)Austin Vashaw
I’m a fan of both 80s horror and director J. Lee Thompson, but apparently not the intersection thereof. I expected to enjoy Happy Birthday to Me but for some reason it missed me hard. The film revolves around a central murder mystery premise, but rather than being intrigued I was filled with impatient annoyance with the dopey characters and the convoluted nonsense of the plot. Even the great Glenn Ford seems to be sleepwalking through his supporting role.
There are some neat kills, and I noticed a pretty sweet split diopter shot, and I was fond of a certain plot point that hangs on the visually exciting idea of a car getting stuck in the fissure of a drawbridge as it raises, but a handful of interesting bits and an absurd twist ending just aren’t enough to propel this forward.
Interestingly, Robb mentions that he had similar misgivings on his first viewing (and I’m definitely with him on having massive respect for J. Lee Thompson), so maybe this is one I’ll want to revisit with fresh eyes in a few years.
(@vforvashaw on X)
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LIGHTS OUT: Frank Grillo Brings it in this Bare Knuckle Brawler
The action subgenre is one built on the foundation of the proper execution of tough guy tropes along with the delivery of the “goods” – action set pieces and bare knuckle brawls that work to further the “plot”. These flicks are then marketed by the name on the poster, since actors who specialize in action tend to stick to a particular flavor, since these films are essentially the comfort food of action fans. After moderate success in the multiplex, Frank Grillo has fully embraced these more modestly budgeted films to supplement his filmography. And thanks to his patented silent, yet stoic musclebound everyman, Frank imbues these mirobudget fighters with a bit more nuance than you’d get with your typical face on the box C-Lister.
Grillo’s latest Lights Out (Which hits theaters today!) has him playing Duffy, a mysterious tortured vet with a past, who hitchhikes into LA to buy his mother a gravestone, only to get wrapped up in the world of underworld street fights to fund it. This is thanks to Mekhi Phifer who plays Max, the rogue with a heart of gold, who also has some big gambling debts he hopes to leverage Duffy’s two fisted talents to get him out of. To mix things up a bit, the criminal architects behind the illegal fights are a pair of bad cops, one played by early oughts superstar Jaime King, who is impressive here. My only quip with the cast would be, while super draw Scott Adkins is indeed on the poster, sadly he doesn’t really come in until the last 15 minutes. This particular practice is probably my biggest grievance with these films.
Like his previous work in the action genre Grillo makes this film work, because he treats the material and his performance with a certain level of respect and completely understands the type of film he’s making. He is however in his element here as Duffy, we get the fights, the hyper masculine camaraderie and even a possible love interest in Max’s sister. I personally dug the dynamic between Phifer and Grillo who are a great duo, and that really helps when Duffy decides to go out of his way for this guy he just met. It’s something I appreciated, that I actually was invested in their friendship and it felt somewhat believable that he sticks around to help his new friend.
As far as these fight flicks go, Lights Out does deliver “the goods” and is even quite entertaining to boot. The fights for the most part work as well. My only gripe would be the amateurish Street Fighter homage inserts, where Grillo punches someone so hard we see an X-ray and their bones shatter. It’s more distracting than anything else, and really brings you out of the brawls onscreen. As far as the plot goes, there’s your expected double crossing, along with a few other well worn bits, but the really fun part is when the detectives hope to take Duffy out of the game by having him square off against a cop in the ring. While Lights Out doesn’t exactly reinvent the wheel, it does gets a lot of mileage thanks to Grillo and Phifer who make it easily worth a watch.
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MONOLITH is a Masterclass in No Budget Horror
Something is going on down under. Almost a year ago, I caught Talk to Me, an Australian low-fi horror movie at Sundance which haunted me for the rest of the year. Nearly a year later, I’ve come upon another Aussie low-budget horror film that I can’t stop recommending to every genre fan I know.
Note: This will be a spoiler free take.
Monolith is an extremely impressive moody lo-fi sci-fi chamber piece that is chilling as it is compelling. The Aussie film that won over SXSW and opens in theaters TODAY, February 16, will no doubt go on to ascend to horror cult film status. The film itself is the story of a disgraced female journalist (Lily Sullivan) who after a recent controversy involving an unconfirmed source on a piece, is put out to pasture doing a podcast about unexplained phenomena. The problem is, the story she uncovers and begins to tell, about these mysterious black bricks to come into people’s lives, leads her down a rather unexpected rabbit hole, as all the best investigative podcasts and documentaries tend to do.
The script in Monolith is a masterclass in low budget filmmaking. The film takes place in a single location, with only one actor on screen for 99.9% of the film and is still able to feel so much larger. This is not only thanks to Lily Sullivan’s damn near impeccable performance, but Lucy Campbell’s perfect script and director Matt Vesely, who shows an amazingly daft hand at utilizing every tool in a very limited tool belt from sound to cinematography to craft this haunting vision. It’s the kind of debut that shows what is truly possible with an airtight script, an actor that is truly up to the task and a director who understands the assignment. Lily Sullivan covers an impressive amount of ground emotionally with this character, that honestly really floored me with the depths this film explores.
While pretty early on it’s easy to recognize these bricks as some sort of bizarre manifestations of guilt for those that receive them. It’s how the narrative harnesses that foundational theme and then leverages it to fuel some impressive swings at wealthy entitlement of all things, that somehow manage to meet audience expectations in their third act payoffs. Like all great rabbit holes, about half way through Monolith, it upends itself and you’re then left attempting to find your footing again after having the rug pulled out from under you. It’s a wild ride that I can’t recommend enough, it perfectly captures the vibe of a good true crime doc and throws in a sci-fi horror twist that will no doubt keep you up at night. Simply put, catch it before some other enthusiastic fan spoils it for you!
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THE THOMAS CROWN AFFAIR Is a Fun, Stylish Romp
McQueen and Dunaway play a flirtatious cat-and-mouse game in Jewison’s 1968 film
Written by a first-time screenwriter (with help from director/producer Norman Jewison), The Thomas Crown Affair is a ’60’s era display of style over substance. On its face, the 1968 drama is about a brilliant, wealthy man named Thomas Crown (Steve McQueen, The Great Escape) who decides to rob a Boston bank just because he can. Insurance investigator Vicki (Faye Dunaway, fresh off Bonnie and Clyde) is called in to recover the more than $2 million stolen. The conflict of the plot is these two trying to pull one over on each other, while falling in love in the process.
Dunaway and McQueen’s chemistry burns on the screen. A game of chess midway through the film turns into a game of seduction. The camera closes up on Dunaway’s mouth, her fingers fondling a chess piece, her hand skimming the side of her dress – also McQueen’s eyes and mouth as her distraction tactics work. When they give up on chess and go in for a kiss, the camera spins 360 degrees around the couple, dizzying the viewer.
Once Thomas and Vicki fall in love, the film loses its momentum. The wit of the earlier scenes is replaced with some rather grim moments, as if the creators of the work tried too hard to give the film a realistic end. It’s also a challenge for this modern-day viewer to cheer on another wealthy white guy who wants to game the system to make more money. But the weak story is saved by the unusual filmmaking techniques and Michel Legrand’s wonderful jazz pop scoring.
“It’s a very stylish movie,” Jewison comments in the interview included with the Kino Lorber BluRay release. And he’s not wrong! The opening credits designed by Pablo Ferro — accompanied by Legrand’s “Windmills of My Mind,” still stuck in this critic’s head a week later — introduce the multiple screen technique that will be used throughout The Thomas Crown Affair. On the day of the robbery, we see the hired men (including a young Yaphet Kotto) travel, wait, and prepare; the framing of the edits shows they’re all on a similar timeline.
The editing adds to the playful, caper-like feel of the first half; the editing choices become more abrupt and random near the end. The film’s overall tone is uneven. The Thomas Crown Affair lures the viewer in with a cat-and-mouse game of flirtation and instead of holding on to that feeling, just falls apart. But boy, is it still fun to watch.
The Special Edition Bluray from Kino Lorber includes:
- a director’s commentary track by Norman Jewison
- a commentary track with film historians Lem Dobbs and Nick Redman
- a 2018 video interview with Jewison, which is quite enjoyable. He shares how he and Trustman started working on the screenplay, how McQueen got involved, the experience of working with United Artists and the freedom they allowed their directors. He asserts, “the director is the sole creator of the film.”
- a short video interview with title designer/editor Pablo Ferro. He speaks quietly about how he came up with his title design for The Russians Are Coming! The Russians Are Coming! He comments on his editing work on The Thomas Crown Affair, “I had to design so your eye would only go a certain place.” He also discusses his work with Hal Ashby.
- Three’s A Company: an on-set featurette about the trio of McQueen, Dunaway and Jewison as they film The Thomas Crown Affair. Jewison reflects on his decision to film on location in Boston and McQueen complains about having to fly a glider in the film.
- theatrical trailers for this and other Jewison movies
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VALENTINE: Lesser Known Holiday Slashers – Roundtable Reviews [Two Cents]
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The Pick: Valentine (Lesser known holiday slashers theme)
When I suggested we watch 2001’s Valentine to celebrate this year’s holiday Two Cents style , Ed decided we would dedicate a whole month to celebrate and discover some of the best lesser-known holiday themed slashers! Everyone’s heard of Halloween and there are several other big horror classic surrounding a variety of holidays. But we decided to look at some of the titles that focused on holiday seasons without the same following and popularity. Join us in discovering some of these titles together as part of our weekly Two Cents movie club.
Featured Guest
Brad Milne
It has been about twenty years between watches of Valentine for me. I remembered it barely, and after this rewatch it made me remember why it had been so long.
Valentine opens with a flashback, where we see Jeremy who begins the film as a zero, then turns to a hero. We see the cruelty of teenagers, each of his initial junior high crushes turning him down in quick succession. Finally young Dorothy accepts his request for a dance which leads to the pair fooling around under the bleachers. Of course, when confronted by the cool clique young Dorothy turns on Jeremy and leads the bullies in ridiculing and humiliating poor Jeremy, for the sin of being a socially awkward loser.
The first kill of the film is probably my favourite of the bunch. After the opening credits scene, when Jeremy’s ritual humiliation is completed, the movie cuts to Katherine Heigl who plays a grown up version of Shelley to turn down his advances. She is on a date with a self obsessed and slightly delusional paramour who refers to himself in the third person and is assured of his own importance. Of course, Heigl’s Shelly wants nothing to do with the creep. Her death isn’t particularly inventive or creative the hiding in a body bag on Heigl’s part was kind of clever. It’s a quick kill not particularly gory but it sets the tone for the rest of the film, and at least leads the viewer to continue watching.
(@BradMilne79 on X)The Team
Ed Travis
I missed this one on its initial release and had no real intention of ever catching it except for the full-throated recommendation from our own Justin Harlan. Valentine didn’t change my life by any stretch, but I had a pretty good time with this slasher. For one thing the cupid mask, complete with a signature nosebleed upon each kill, was iconic. It’s sad that mask didn’t get to become part of a franchise killer scenario and used over and over again. It’s that creepy and cool.
The script throws as many requisite red herrings in as possible for who the killer might be (though apparently at the time of release the press had spoiled who the killer was so lots of people already knew). Watching this all these years later, I came in knowing next to nothing so it was fun to guess along with the film as to who the cupid killer might be. Valentine coming along in 2001 is an interesting time for a slasher title as it’s very clearly coming out in a post-Scream era but several years after the fact, so we’ve already gotten our fill of “meta-style” slashers and this one is a bit more of an homage to the original wave with more in common with titles like Carrie or Prom Night or others of that ilk.
(@Ed_Travis on X)Eddie Strait
As someone with an infinite appetite for post-Scream slashers I was pretty excited to revisit Jamie Blank’s Valentine. For the last 20 years my only lasting memory of Valentine is that I saw it on a date way back during its opening weekend. Neither the movie or date left a strong lasting impression. Now that the movie is fresh in my mind, I can see why I didn’t remember much about the movie and why there was not a second date. There are no two ways around it, Valentine is terrible. The film is marred by a dreadful script that frequently aims for humor but does such a porous job setting up its characters and punchlines that absolutely every joke is a dud. If a film could have flop sweat then my TV would’ve been glistening. When bad writing meets treacherous acting, the results are downright gob smacking. Every male actor in this thing is terrible to the point where I was embarrassed to watch some of these scenes, and I was watching alone in my living room. It’s hard to tell who is giving the worst performance when the contenders are this strong. There’s the guy who only refers to himself in third person, the one who speaks is hushed, creepy rhymes, the noodle-brained detective, and the “wax it” frat guy. Each actor plays one note at the most annoying pitch possible. But I think David Boreanaz has to take the crown with a somnambulant turn that is as obvious as it is bland.
Credit where it’s due, I think Denise Richards and Marley Shelton are doing yeoman’s work. I wasn’t always buying what they were selling, but I think they acquit themselves well. In a movie where nearly every choice didn’t work for me, they were the bright lights.
That said, do I think I’ll watch Valentine again in my lifetime? Give me another couple decades and maybe.
(@eddie_strait on X)Justin Harlan
Well, I’m glad I picked one that was able to bring Ed aboard, but I fully understand why others may not be in love with this gem that I rewatch yearly and have for the past decade. While I don’t recall seeing it when it released, I’ve been enjoying its stellar soundtrack ever since my wife and I moved in together and blended together our CD collections (a long lost coupling ritual lost in the streaming age). When looking for something to watch on a cold February night about 10-12 years ago, I finally watched the film and have watched nearly every year since.
As Ed notes, the mask of the slasher villain is iconic and deserves to be revered as one of the most iconic in modern slasher history. It’s thoroughly creepy and genuinely hits a nerve whenever it appears in the film.
Yet, for me, my love for it likely comes down to exactly what Eddie seems to dislike… it’s 100% a standard post-Scream teen slasher cycle film. But that cycle, from the late 90s through the early 00s is such a comforting era for me. Perhaps it’s more nostalgia than quality, but I love watching these films, even the legitimately crappy ones – of which, I don’t consider this one of. I think the formula of slasher film that this cycle represents is very much influenced by Scooby-Doo, which I grew up on. The Scooby style reveals and red herrings are plentiful within the cycle, and – as noted above – Valentine is full of them.
Blame nostalgia, blame Scooby, or blame whaever you wish… but Justin loves Valentine and Justin will not apologize.
(@thepaintedman on X)
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PICCADILLY Puts a Spotlight on Anna May Wong
The 1929 silent British film about goings-on in a nightclub is out from Kino Lorber
Anna May Wong is now celebrated for her groundbreaking career in silent film, but during her lifetime she faced obstacles due to racism within the industry and the anti-miscegenation laws enforced at the time. After being neglected by studios in Hollywood, the actress went abroad. British-made Piccadilly (1929) gives her a starring role and offers modern viewers a glimpse of her immense talents, ignored by Hollywood.
Wong plays kitchen worker Shosho, who distracts her fellow dishwashers by dancing in the scullery of the Piccadilly nightclub. After a rowdy customer (a young, mustachioed Charles Laughton in a quick appearance) complains about his dirty plate, nightclub owner Valentine (Jameson Thomas) finds Shosho mid dance and becomes captivated. But he’s already in a relationship with his current act Mabel (Gilda Gray), whose performances are losing their luster and fashion is just out of style.
Piccadilly is a melodrama based around this love triangle and its disastrous consequences. Mabel serves as a distinct contrast to Shosho, like the older style being replaced by the new (especially when Shosho is hired to replace her as the floor act). It’s too bad Gray has such a limited vocabulary of movement; she crosses her hand to her shoulder and sighs so many times that I found it distracting.
Wong is on another level and utterly captivating in her role. There’s a particular vibrancy to her face and performance. We understand why Valentine is infatuated with Shosho because the camera entices the viewer to feel the same. Wong gives her character a teasing quality. She even mimics Mabel’s forlorn pose at one point, as a way of claiming the upper hand.
The staging of shots in the film shows consideration and thought. Patterns of light and shadow interplay in scene after scene. The camera tracks the dance numbers well, pulling the audience into the movement. From the jaunty opening title sequence to the “life goes on” close, Picadilly retains a sense of humor through it all.
The Kino Lorber Blu-ray release includes:
- the HD restoration/remaster of the film by the BFI National Archive
- the prologue with audio made for the 1929 sound version, which doesn’t include Wong and turns the film into a long flashback sequence
- a feature with composer Neil Brand on his score for this remastered Piccadilly. He speaks of using “jazz as a language,” composing for a film that includes dance numbers, reflecting the journeys of the women characters through music, and his use of flute in Shosho’s themes.
- a 2004 panel on Wong, moderated by B. Ruby Rich, from the San Francisco International Asian-American Film Fest. Besides Rich, there are other notable names on the panel but the audio quality is so cruddy I couldn’t make it very far through the video.
- commentary track from film historian Farran Smith Nehme
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A Mother Finds Her Daughter and a Daughter Finds Herself at SUNCOAST
“You want to be a normal teenager. I’ve got news for you, you’re not normal, Doris.”
It’s difficult to recall when Sundance went from one of the most influential film festivals in the industry to an adjective. At some point, however, it did. It’s now the norm for many character-driven titles who try to stretch their moviemaking dollars as far as they can to be labeled as “Sundance-y,” a collection of films that embrace their low budgets, limited sets, and for one reason or another, scream “film festival.” It’s up in the air as to whether the films branded with this moniker can have a life on their own, away from such a somewhat presumptuous label. One that certainly deserves to is Suncoast, a new mother/daughter drama fresh from this year’s festival soon to debut on Hulu. The film is not the kind of audience-pleaser some would hope, but its rewards are undeniable and the experience is a cathartic one where two forgotten souls find themselves again in that “Sundance-y” way.
Set in the heart of Clearwater, Florida, writer/director Laura Chinn’s debut tells the story of a teenage girl named Doris (Nico Parker) who lives with her single mother Kristine (Laura Linney), and brother Max (Cree Kawa). Ever since Max was struck with the brain cancer that’s left him paralyzed and blind, Kristine has spent every free moment caring for him, leaving Doris to feel neglected. When the time has come to move her brother into a hospice facility named Suncoast, Doris finds herself coping by joining the popular clique at school and developing a friendship with an activist named Paul (Woody Harrelson).
Even though Suncoast is told primarily from Doris’ perspective, it’s just as much Kristine’s story as it is hers. The character suffers slightly from being just a tad overwritten but is easily the film’s most powerful force. A single mother with a dead-end job and a son with an incurable illness, Kristine is immediately painted as a woman who hasn’t enjoyed a moment of peace or bliss in years. The widow has a type-A personality that’s only exacerbated by Max’s condition, which dominates her every move. Kristine’s only way of dealing with her son’s upcoming death is by obsessing over every detail she can control (such as the noise coming from the vent in his room) since she can’t control when he will leave her for good. There’s both a fierceness and a great amount of pain in watching Kristine trying to protect her child as much as she can now, with the realization that he will stay a little boy for the rest of his life continuously hitting her. Her grief and the way Max’s condition has consumed every waking moment has severely compromised Kristine’s relationship with Doris, more than she realizes. A moment between her and a grief counselor sees her failing to remember that she has another child. It’s a sobering moment that shakes Kristine up, causing her to see herself in a different light and feel heartache as the kind of parent she’s unknowingly and unwillingly become.
On the surface, Doris’ attitude towards her brother at the last stage of his life can be seen as callous. There’s a great deal of anger and resentment on Doris’ part about the cards her family was dealt. After spending years living her life for her brother, her desire and struggle to maintain as conventional an existence as possible, however small, becomes her main focus. Doris feels it is her right, and she’s upset that she can’t have it. It’s hard not to empathize with Doris’ needs and wants since they are merely what every child should have the right to. An acceptance into a circle of popular high school girls in Doris’ class starts as a bad idea but eventually gives her a glimpse into the kind of normalcy she never thought she would be able to participate in. For Doris, who has felt alone for so long, the group provides not just escape, but a much-needed form of healing after years spent asking herself: “Why me? Why my family?”. When she’s forced to deal with her family, the results are not perfect. Kristine’s attempt to connect with Doris is thwarted by the gap that’s existed between them for so long, and her dealing with her brother’s impending death by not dealing with it at all speaks to the kind of fear that can’t help but take hold over such a young girl.
The film belongs to Linney and Parker, two very different actresses who approach Suncoast with two very different styles. The former turns in another well-crafted characterization, giving Kristine empathy while presenting her flaws without judgment. Parker, on the other hand, plays Doris with the curiosity and wonder of a heroine in a fairy tale, giving her room to explore and embrace the mistakes her character makes. Both actresses may be in their own films (much like the characters are in their own worlds), but they connect by the film’s end for one of the most superb moments of grief to exist on film between parent and child.
Suncoast is worthy of attention and praise for all it manages to accomplish. But a film that attempts such a sensitive subject can’t help but suffer a handful of missteps along the way. The movie’s various bits of humor happen organically but rarely prove useful or necessary. Meanwhile, Suncoast‘s period piece setting (the film takes place in the early 00s) is felt but ultimately adds nothing to the proceedings while a medical case in the same building housing Max has attracted nationwide attention, including protests. This provides some occasional background tension, but little else. Worst of all, however, is Harrelson’s character, whose connection with Doris feels more paint-by-numbers than genuine. But Suncoast exists best as a reminder that we don’t do grief well in this country, a fact this movie knows and is ultimately the reason the film succeeds as a well-made illustration of loss from the perspective of someone experiencing it far too soon.
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LISA FRANKENSTEIN: A Sweetly Sinister Romance from Beyond the Grave
Kathryn Newton and Cole Sprouse are a scream dream team in a fiendishly fun collaboration between Zelda Williams and Diablo Cody
Lisa’s (Kathryn Newton) life is the worst. Shortly after the axe murder of her mother, her father (Joe Chrest) remarries–sticking her with peppy Taffy (Liza Soberano) as a sister and the domineering “intuitive person” Janet (Carla Gugino) as a wicked stepmother. Despite Taffy’s best efforts, Lisa fails to fit in at school, despite catching the eye of dreamy litmag editor Michael (Henry Eikenberry) and bookish nerd Doug (Bryce Romero). Lisa’s escape is the local abandoned cemetery, where she pines for her perfect guy–an unnamed deceased poet. A chaotic evening of spiked party drinks and abnormal thunderstorms leads to the resurrection of Lisa’s dream boy, now a missing-limbed Creature (Cole Sprouse). Together, Lisa and her Creature embark on a journey to find true love–a quest that unexpectedly comes with a high body count.
The debut feature from Zelda Williams and the return of screenwriter Diablo Cody to horror, Lisa Frankenstein is a totally outrageous and delightfully macabre love story. Skewering everything from Heathers and Clueless to Return of the Living Dead and Little Shop of Horrors, Williams and Cody’s film isn’t afraid to get grim and gross–but for all of the body parts Lisa and her Creature raid, Lisa Frankenstein lovingly wears its freshly-harvested heart on its sleeve.
As I previously wrote in my Ready or Not review, the stakes of nailing the tone of horror comedy are life and death. While the film may be off to the races from the tongue-in-cheek title alone, where Lisa Frankenstein succeeds is its nostalgic love of its central period setting–before drenching it in dirt, worms, and blood. The world of Williams’ film is more Burton than Whale, operating at the melodramatically pastel visual pitch of Edward Scissorhands; awash in blue and pink neon with floral curtains and wallpaper, everything looks and feels 80’s maximalist to the max. Key elements include crimping irons as weaponry and an electrocuting tanning bed capable of resurrection when set to “max bronze.” Teen and adult characters alike spout spit-take throwaway dialogue in a feverish blend of John Hughes and John Waters. Even before the dead rise, Lisa Frankenstein is operating at such a madcap and pitch-black tone that the appearance of Sprouse’s Creature feels like just the apocalyptic cure this setting (and Lisa) truly needs. As the film’s horror elements rear their head (and other parts), the couple’s resulting bloodbath never detracts or clashes with the tone of the previous half-hour–instead masking such horror with blood-red-tinted lenses, finding a sweet romance amid unspeakable acts.
Bearing the full weight of balancing the film’s genres are Newton and Sprouse, who keep us rooted in a romance that surprisingly brings us in the more we unravel the flaws at the heart of Lisa’s character. After helping each other with a hilarious makeover montage, Lisa finds herself addicted to the eventually deadly confidence her beau from beyond the grave instills in her. Williams and Cody delightfully upend the traditional Frankenstein narrative throughout, revealing how the right mixture of trauma, provocation, and other emotional body parts can make monsters of us all. There’s an overwhelming amount of pain at the core of Lisa, and Newton plays her to a T without veering too much into either comedy-detracting histrionics or self-deprecation that undermines her real trauma. At the same time, Sprouse’s wordless performance seizes every opportunity to play to extreme physical comedy and total tenderness, creating a Creature that can’t help but be Lisa’s puppet out of cosmic love for her even as he feels powerless to stop the evil she’s quickly becoming capable of.
It’s when the horror overwhelms the romance–and how romance tries to deny it–that Lisa Frankenstein truly makes its mark. Soberano’s concurrent storyline is played mainly at the margins of Lisa’s romance until fate deals Taffy a resolution akin to Marilyn Burns in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Lisa Frankenstein’s masterstroke of maturity is in how Williams and Cody memorably find comedy in this until they know very well not to–finding horrific validity in what’s happening to Taffy, Lisa, and their family, even as Lisa, lost in her star-struck romance, denies the traumatic parallels to what happened to Lisa and her mom. For all of its bloody glee, Lisa Frankenstein recognizes how the trauma inflicted by the events of a horror film has a legitimate impact on its characters–and while much of it can be played for laughs, it’s tonally crucial to know how far is too far.
It’s in this last third Lisa Frankenstein reveals how deftly it’s balanced its horror, comedy, and romance across its brisk runtime–especially in how humans are creatures who can inexplicably pivot between all three on a dime.
Lisa Frankenstein opens in wide release on February 9th courtesy of Focus Features.
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[Interview] Delving into the Surrealist World of SHE IS CONANN with Director Bertrand Mandico
As far as Surrealist cinema goes, French Auteur Bertrand Mandico is single handedly keeping the lights on. Now with three masterworks under his belt, and I don’t say that lightly he’s established himself as not only having one of the most recognizable and original visual styles out there. But also priding himself in this digital world, on shooting on film, and making sure to make these gradious fantasy epics are made as practical as possible.
I first caught up with the director’s work in 2021, when I caught his queer space western After Blue (Dirty Paradise) at Fantastic Fest and it was a revelatory moment. His films with their primarily female protagonists tell these garrash and sweeping epic stories and do so while feeling like nothing that came before them. Visually his films are feasts for the eyes, but they are also equally dense with ideas. The director manages to infuse his surrealism with some rather hefty discourse on art, life and love. It’s no easy feat but with each film, I feel like he hones his craft as a filmmaker to tell bigger and more grandiose tales.
I got to speak to Bertrand via translator via Zoom in anticipation for the theatrical release of She is Conann, his latest, which is a feminist queer retelling of the Conan legend, which is screening this week in theaters via digital DCP and a freshly struck 35mm print. Along with those theatrical engagements, some hosted by the director, there is also a short program of 4 films also by Bertrand Mandico that I can’t recommend enough, since more that a few of those have connective tissue to She is Conann and together creates “The Barbarian Cycle’“
Dan T: Your films are filled with these lush and grotesque visuals, what comes first the script or the visual, and how much work goes then goes into prepping and realizing that vision?
Bertrand M: My process is I usually do start with a vision, that’s actually more of a concept of what the film is going to be.
But then I follow this by writing the script, and bringing this concept into the script stage. The script is done very precisely, very dry. It’s the dialogue and the descriptions. After that I start adding the visual elements almost the way you would add ornaments to a Christmas tree and that fills out the original script.
So that’s the whole process, the script, to the adding of the visuals, to the script for the final film.
Dan T: What drew you to the story Conan the Barbarian, and then gender swapping that character? I feel like a lesser director would have gotten lost in the more exploitative trappings, but I think you manage to craft some really compelling and moving characters here.
Bertrand M: There are actually a lot of reasons why I made those choices. Firstly, I was very interested in the idea of a of feminine, female barbarian, and to take this character across various epics, through time. So this was my idea and the concept behind this was the very idea that its age, that betrays youth. Once you get to the aged character, it betrays what it was as youth, what it was before. So this was the concept behind the character.
But the whole idea of the Barbarian and Conan the Barbarian, it’s the basis of the film and it’s really both a mythological character in cinema, but also it goes back one step to the novels by Robert E. Howard, on which the Conan films were based. Prior to that it’s actually based on a Celtic mythological creature, who may or may not have existed and this particular mythological creature was surrounded by these demons who have the heads of dogs.
AIso I just thought it was interesting to make the character of Conan female to turn it on its head.
I really try, when I’m creating a film and creating characters to make them non gender specific and to avoid any archetypes or stereotypes. This is really important for me because I want to be able to offer and to propose to the actresses characters that are not stereotypical, and not the kinds of things that they’re normally offered to play. So in a way, it’s my own kind of political combat to make this kind of work with actresses and to make these kinds of roles available.
Also what was very important for me was that in the case of all of the actresses who play Conann, with the exception of the 25 year old Conann, all of them are the actual age of the Conann that she is portraying. I think that this is very important for the actress to be the same age.
Dan T: When you have several actors playing the same role how did you keep the performances consistent as you did as we were moved from period to period?
Bertrand M: My overall view of this is, I really wanted to play on the idea of the break, the rupture between the different decades and the different actresses. So the consistency comes within the writing. It doesn’t come with any kinds of direction that I gave to the individual actresses, so that they would make themselves consistent with each other. In fact, this idea of the rupture is very important because each decade, each time I have this rupture. I also changed the style in which I’m filming it.
So it’s a very homogeneous overall view of the story.
But within it, each one of these ruptures represents something a little different. But for the actresses there was no obvious direction that I gave to them that they must be consistent with the actress that played it before.
Dan T: So, I was lucky enough to see not only Conann, but the short films that compose your Barbarian Cycle, and I love the meta commentary about your creative process that you tackle in the shorts. What drove you into that direction with Conann in particular to use the film to delve into this Faustian bargain creatives are forced to engage with?
Bertrand M: You mean, did I myself make a Faustian deal with the devil? (Laughs)
I’ve used this idea of making a pact with the devil, because for me, the devil is the system, the whole system that surrounds filmmaking and getting the money to be able to make films. So, in a way, my way of working with the system is, I was willing to make a deal in order to be able to make the films that I wanted to make.
I was offered the possibility of doing theater, I said yes of course I’ll do it. And from that I got what I had there and put it back into my filmmaking. Same thing with the possibility of doing virtual reality. I’ll do that, but I’ll manage to turn it around, so that in the end it’s something that contributes towards my own filmmaking. So in effect, that is my pact with the devil, which is the filmmaking system.
Dan T: After watching the shorts I became fascinated by Rainer the leather jacket clad, dog headed demon, who feels like the weird kid who’s only allowed to hang out with the cool kids because he/she has these powers. Will you continue to use he/she in your future films since the character has appeared in about three so far?
Bertrand M: I really love the character of Rainer and it would give me great pleasure to work with the character again and work with Elina (Löwensohn) who really gives flesh and blood to this character. But at the same time, you know, as appealing as the idea of future adventures of Rainer are concerned. Perhaps Elina doesn’t really want to be spending all that time wearing that prosthesis on her face.
But if she’s tired of the prosthesis, maybe the future films of Rainer could be Rainer without the prosthesis. So it will be a different Rainer, but Rainer still.
There’s actually one more short film you haven’t seen yet, because it’s not completed yet. But I was asked to do a piece for the Théâtre des Amandiers which is where Patrice Chéreau was the director and where he filmed Queen Margot. It was a piece that was supposed to be presented there, but then because of COVID, it wasn’t. So I in fact made a film of the theater piece that would have been performed had it not been for COVID.
It’s something that once again brings in the character of Rainer, and it really would be like the final stone in the building of this whole story of the trilogy plus one and this film is going to be called La Deviant Comedy, which is a play on Dante’s Divine Comedy, but it is the deviant comedy.
Dan T: So that would be the final film of the trilogy, because After blue was paradise – Conann is Purgatory and next is inferno? I’ve read this in various places in conflicting orders, some omitting Wild Boys as well.
Bertrand M: Wild Boys, After Blue and She is Conann is the trilogy.
But I think about each of these films as a separate planet. So wild Boys is a separate planet, After Blue is another planet, and She is Conann is the third planet. But this planet is different because it has satellites and these satellites are the shorter films that relate to that film specifically.
Dan T: So both after Blue and Conann have this interesting relationship with pop culture and their protagonists and stories. As a storyteller do you see pop culture as our new mythology and as possibly our new religion?
Bertrand M: Yes, I think for me my religion is both cinema, but also culture, pop culture, culture in general. I think what I’ve been trying to do is by revisiting various parts and aspects of culture, it’s my way of paying tribute to all of the artists who have given their work, given their creativity. I don’t in any way try to make a hierarchy of any of the types of culture, high culture, low culture, pop culture, no. But what I try to do is give these very sincere artists a tribute, almost as if I am lighting a candle to these dignitaries who really gave of themselves and their work.
In this respect I want to go back to Jean-Pierre Jeunet (Amelie,City of Lost Children), because he did not believe in, in the hierarchy of culture, there was no subculture, no high culture, no pop culture, all culture for him was on the same level. And whether it was through comics, whether it was through avant-garde, all of them were on the same level. He was not making that kind of ranking and I have the same approach and he is someone who I greatly admired and my approach to culture is the same as what his was.