Showing posts with label Genre: Sci-Fi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Genre: Sci-Fi. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 March 2014

A VIdeotape Swapshop Triple Bill: Ninja The Protector (1986)/Robo Vampire (1988)/Beauty and Warrior (2002)

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Dirs. Godfrey Ho/Joe Livingstone/Sukma Romadhon



The following three have a connective tissue to each other. An infamous director and two producers from Hong Kong that have all contributed to taking old films, adding ninjas to them and selling them to Western viewers. The first film is such a work, from Godfrey Ho, who has been covered on this blog before. Here one can find out what happens when a melodrama is mixed with an improvised action film. The next is miscredited to Ho, but can be fully confirmed to have the influence of producer Tomas Tang somewhere within it, who would work with Joseph Lai and Ho at times or at least share a credit on their work. Robocop (1987) as envisioned as the Tin Man fighting hopping vampires used by a drug cartel's guard dogs. As you'd usually expect from cinema. The final review is for what Lai's been doing long past the cut-and-paste ninja films; whether its based on true mythology or not I cannot tell, but its an excursion in the obscurest areas of animation that you can find produced. All together they are a testament to how unpredictable films can be regardless if they were made merely as product.


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Ninja The Protector Review - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/19759/ninja-the-protector-1986-dir-godfrey-ho/

Robo Vampire Review - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/19816/robo-vampire-1988-directed-by-godfrey-ho/

Beauty and Warrior Review - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/19936/celluloid-wunderkammer-beauty-and-warrior-2002-director-sukma-romadhon/

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Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Celluloid Wunderkammer Review: The Phantom Empire (1935)

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Dirs. Otto Brower and B. Reeves Eason

Dare you go into the underground world of Murania? Can a cowboy defeat a death ray? Can country singer Gene Autry save Radio Ranch, and what did I actually think of this American film serial? All of this may be answered if you follow the link here. A film serial was cover before, but not combining cowboys and robots.


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Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Clearing Through The To-Watch List #4: Journey To The Centre Of The Earth (1988)

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Dirs. Rusty Lemorande and Albert Pyun

Journey To The Centre Of The Earth really takes the biscuit for how unfinished a film can actually be when its released. Like an unfinished building being opened up to the public, the complete lack of solid foundations despite the thing still being able to support itself tentatively is startling, and the holes are so obvious its more interesting to ask yourself what was supposed to be in the spaces missing. Rusty Lemorande has actually (presumably?) put up a brief piece of information on this film's IMDB page stating that only eight minutes of this film, at the beginning, are actually his own creation, the rest presumably that of b-film director Albert Pyun. Originally an update of the Jules Verne story, only for something significant issue to take place that, believing Lemorande's thoughts, caused the project to become a Frankenstein stitched-up creation, it's a case that, only seventy or so minutes long without the end credits, the whole piece is an utter mess.

A British nanny ends up travelling all the way to Hawaii for a job, only to end up having to look after a washed up rock star's dog rather than a child like her job suggests. In screwy, illogical circumstances she ends up in a cave, stuck, with two American brothers and said dog. The film is pretty dreadful in the beginning, to the point frankly that even if Rusty Lemorande got to make his film, it may have been a poorer film than what it is now. Completely leaden dialogue and character interaction that comes off as lame, with a broad performance style that is wooden. Abruptly, as the characters sleep, there are clips in dreams that feel like, in hindsight, scenes originally recorded for the original context of the film. If not, how do you explain an amusingly ghastly rescue sequence with a lazer gun, eighties hair, and troll men who are literally giant rubber ornaments you can also wear, who can only waddle around side-by-side and have no other form of movement let alone bendable limbs to do so? It's incredibly generic filmmaking through this beginning, everything that I really cannot enjoy despite there being a lot of people who delight in these sort of eighties and nineties films. I view this without the nostalgia of films like this being on video, because I grew up as an adolescent with DVDs, nor the real interest in this kind of filmmaking because it feels rudimentary than creative or insane like I prefer it to be. It's the churning of gristle into dust. Creation of film for product only.

Things get a little bit more interesting when, so far removed from an attempt at a Jules Verne story already, it completely abandons the notion of being such a thing and turns into something different. It's still set for the rest of the film in the middle of the Earth's core, so the title is still appropriate, but after that questions have to be asked about what "adaptation" actually means against this film's results. The perverse thing is that this is, technically, deep into the material Albert Pyun added, but I actually found it more interesting than what the film may have supposed to have been. Suddenly the centre of the world is Atlantis, (water, water not everywhere though, but let's not ask about that), a totalitarian city populated by punks, new wavers and proto-steam punk fetishes. It's still got a terrible broad sense of humour, especially when it comes to jokes about the dictatorship of the city, Judge Dread this isn't, but finally this gristle of movie has some layers on of some curiosity. Elaborate sets and costumes even if made on the cheap and baring in mind the possible production history of this whole work. Vaguely interesting characters. A legitimately interesting idea where, after encountering an "alien" from the surface world, a blonde female Californian, the Atlantis military squandered its resources to transform willing participants into exact duplicates of her, even in height and vernacular by rack and vocal couching respectively, to spy on the surface without actually thinking duplicates of a single person would immediately send off alarm bells above.

Then suddenly there's a freeze frame. Random moments of a post apocalypse motorised gang attacking ruined cityscape. Then we're back on the surface in front of a television screen, a peaceful truce between Earth's surface and Atlantis having taken place. An entire catalogue of possible events taking place in-between completely skipped. The film just ends. Its befuddling honestly. Right when a film got vaguely interesting, it suddenly ends because there wasn't enough material and/or time to finish it. It vanishes half way through a sketch you paid to see and no one knows what happened in the rest of the story to improvise, because it was already garbled in its storytelling before it legged it. It fosters the realisation you could release anything to cinemas even if its incomplete. It's actually a Cannon Pictures release, but their logo doesn't appear in the beginning. Only a few years later they would close down, making this film's creation an ill omen in many ways. Either way, even if it was finished properly, it would have either been vaguely interesting but average, or just awful. Frankly as the mess it is its probably memorable for a brief months, but would have disappeared in my mind immediately if it was properly completed. 

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Videotape Swapshop: The Falls (1980)

From http://petergreenaway.org.uk/fallc.jpg

Dir. Peter Greenaway


Birdmen. Human flying. Bird puns. Bird films. Avant-garde films. Twins. Faux twins. Typo errors. This and so much more exists in The Falls, a film that is both hilarious and profound. That's all I really need to say about it.


Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/18102/the-falls-1980-director-peter-greenaway/

Monday, 25 November 2013

Videotape Swapshop: Space Adventure Cobra (1982)

Dir. Osamu Dezaki

This film has grown on me. The imagery. The sensuality. How damn cool it is while still being humourous in the same way the Lupin The Third anime I have seen is. Its sad that something this playful, that's not the ultraviolent anime of the nineties for men only, but more larkish while techincally beautiful and experimental, is missing now. It proves you can have a romp while pushing the boundaries of how animation can look. Without being silly because its able to be silly itself and completely sincere in its too. I can hope one day that this changes, when everyone gets bored with anime high school, or the industry collapses and the crazed offspring of the most die hard animators, who wanted to cut their teeth on their own work, get the chance to try something. I'm hoping for something ludicrous, but something this awesome and fun is something I'm begging more for.

Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/18173/space-adventure-cobra-1982-director-osamu-dezaki/

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Sunday, 8 September 2013

W Is For…Wax, Or The Discovery Of Television Among The Bees (1991)

From http://sharetv.org/images/posters/wax_or_the_discovery_of_television_among_the_bees_1992.jpg

Dir: David Blair

I will openly admit my gratefulness for the internet. The director of this film has, thankfully, released a hypertext version of this film on his own site, but the original feature film version of Wax... is difficult to find. I confess I am grateful for the internet for making it possible for me to view and review this film, hoping that one day a version is released more commercially for more people to be able to see it. Its the kind of film you want to discover and talk about on a film blog, and even if its a small review, I hope this encourages more people to go out and track it down. Maybe if enough people are interested Wax... could get a great reappraisal from attention like this.



Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/15720/w-is-for-wax-or-the-discovery-of-television-among-the-bees-%E2%80%93-1991-director-david-blair/

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Friday, 16 August 2013

G Is For... Gamer (2009)

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Dirs. Neveldine/Taylor

Another film covered by this duo. I do believe, like a lot of film fans, that they are underrated and far more interesting than many other film makers that work in the same genre in terms of presentation and content of their work. I'll argue Gamer is the most rewarding film they've made for the reasons stated in the review. I only wished that they'll be working on another film again, but after Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2012), we may have to wait a while for that sadly.


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Friday, 2 August 2013

We Can Remember This Film For You Wholesale (Total Recall (1990))

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Dir. Paul Verhoeven

I was a fan of Paul Verhoeven already, but viewing a large chunk of his earlier, Dutch language now has had a direct effect on viewing his entire career. It explains a lot about his filmography, even explaining Showgirls (1995), when you realise he can be both completely serious and play in levels of parody that pushes boundaries. It also makes me wonder how Verhoeven was even able to get away with becoming a Hollywood director that was prolific as he was, the time when hard R rated films were still acceptable in the mainstream allowing him to go through with some extremely adult work like Total Recall. Soldier of Orange (1977) and its award success had to be the calling card for Hollywood's attention, and his films' visual look, guided by the cinematography of future director of his own Jan De Bont, are rich and would grab anyone. But Verhoeven's frankness, even if it was softened, with less full frontal male nudity and bluntness in sexuality and characterisation, was still provocative and controversial, able to meld it with a satirical edge to almost all his blockbusters. Even in his debut Business Is Business (1971), a comedy drama based on the true recollections of female, red light district prostitutes, shows an irrelevance matched to the serious, willing to show serious subject matter in such blackly humoured way, that still bled through to all his films up to Black Book (2006), his return to Dutch cinema. The grabbing of a second hand box set of his Dutch work, that costs an arm and a leg online, for a cheap price in a store,  a diamond of a find anyone would love to find, pushed me to explore and reconsider his whole canon. His filmography is almost all available bar the obscure TV movies and Tricked (2012), a return to filmmaking that was partially created with the assistance of the public. An upcoming film has been added to his IMDB list, and there has been talk of him getting a film about Jesus Christ green lit, whose provocative titbits from what I have heard would make it difficult to be made in this day and age. If Abel Ferrera may be finally able to make a film on Pier Paolo Passolini though, anything can happen.

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With Total Recall, you realise, with the new things I learn about Verhoeven's cinema, that Arnold Schwarzenegger films could be used as a meta-reflection on what a person's mind could generate. Ordinary man Douglas Quiad (Schwarzenegger), in the near future, goes for a mental vacation, where fictional memories of a vacation, even from yourself, can be embedded into your mind. From the moment he goes for the memory implant, one of two versions of the film can be taking place. The official view of the film is that Quaid finds out he is a real spy whose has been given amnesia to hide the secrets he knows about a conspiracy taking place at the colony at Mars, persuaded by the men of Mars' political leader Vilos Cohaagen (Ronny Cox), with his right hand man Richter (Michael Ironside) directly behind him. The other version of the film is that, in this conspiracy spy narrative, this plot is entirely the implant memory and is all taking place in Quaid's mind to the end of the movie. The one issue with the later idea is that we see scenes without Quiad in them, with Richer, Cohaagen and Lori (Sharon Stone), Quiad's wife. Bear in mind though is that this is if you view memories from within the idea that it should be first person. Can someone have memories that are third person even about themselves, especially faked ones? (And what does that say about the concept of cinema, a dreamlike construct that allows people to view themselves in third person too?). There's also the less philosophical issue that the official narrative as well as being continually questioned, as asked in the film itself, is incredibly convoluted and close to contrived. It could be that the script of Total Recall is weaker than others Verhoeven had, but with flaws and virtues with each interpretation that balances them together, the film dangles in a great centre where reality is completely subjective. It evokes Verhoeven's last Dutch film before going to Hollywood, The 4th Man (1983), which did the same balancing act in two different versions of what was happening but never choosing one over the other on purpose.

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It also allows this film to have its cake and eat it by allowing the moment it turns into a traditional "Arnie" movie, including the one-liners, to become a fantasy for Schwarzenegger's character himself. The film has something off about it when it gets to Arnie shooting people, blackly humorous but also perverted. It is incredibly violent, to the point it could repulse some but has an off-centre sense of sick but reflective humour to it, the middle chapter of a trilogy where the first, RoboCop (1987), had its violence noticeably censored, this film, and Starship Troopers (1997) where even the deaths of giant, alien insects caused one to look back at the stupidly violent carnage with a grim tongue in its cheek. The problem with his career is that Verhoeven's moments of black satire are taken seriously, when it fact they intermingle with the serious, upfront aspects in a way that is never ironic and never dampens the straight-faced aspects. Viewing Total Recall and his films again, even in his serious work there's a sense of perverse playfulness running through them from the beginning of his career, amplified and allowed to run amok when he got to make blockbusters when most non-American directors would have usually been straight jacketed. It's a very twisted sense of humour with this film, but it comes with a more honest view of its material, the potentially ill-advised mixing of revelling with the content, and stepping back and questioning it without philosophical digressions, working perfectly.

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It's very much a stereotypical Schwarzenegger film, but the technical presentation of it is far higher here because of Verhoeven's ability with the visual look of his films. The effects may have dated - a weird creepiness to seeing a distorted Arnie face made out of prosthetics that is bulging like he's stuck his finger far too high up his nose - but it's almost all practical, having a distinct, otherworldly look befitting a cinematic depiction of the future than a realistic one. It occasionally scrapes the satire of Verhoeven's other American films, but it plays with the idea of memories through gunfights without the obvious political digs, all interlocking together in one single reality that is deeply flawed. That, whether Total Recall's narrative for three quarters of it is real or not, the world it depicts is chaotic beneath the surface nonethless, and is now spread to the rest of our galaxy, one that has also been part of the director's trademarks even when depicting real Dutch history such as in Katie Tippel (1975). It's far from the best of his filmography, just in the Hollywood films too with Starship Troopers looming over it all, but Total Recall still has virtues. They are both as an Arnie film - some of his best one liners at least - and as a film with a sliver of subversion, whose ending could be exceptionally dark even if it's supposed to be a triumphant one. It's completely unsubtle, but set up at the start, it uses this to create a fascinating, and entertaining, vacuum in action film tropes by making everything (possibly) a theatrics that a married man, a construction worker, would wish he would do in his everyday life, but shown to us in this film. I have not mentioned that this is based on a Philip K. Dick short story because I have only read one work of his so far, his novel Eye in the Sky (1957). It is befitting however; after a freak accident, a group of people are shown the insides of each others' minds, worlds wrapped around their subconscious desires and murkiest beliefs. Playing with this idea that, maybe, just maybe, we're watching an Arnie film dreamt by Arnie, as gory and ridiculous as an Arnie film dreamt about would be, it results in a far more tantalising and appropriate take on the ideas of human fantasy. In The 4th Man, the protagonist, an author, creates his novels by imaging things that are fake are real to the point he believes them, potentially a downfall for psychosis unless he was actually right, presented to us again with the least expect person, the star of Commando (1985), a man used to fighting chainmail wearing, shouty Australians than the concept of fake reality itself. The cartoonish hero given an existential crisis in a cartoon. Only Paul Verhoeven's cinema crosses such lines like this. 

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Thursday, 18 July 2013

This Is Not The Trip I Wanted... (Dr. M (1990))

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Dir. Claude Chabrol
France-Germany-Italy

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I've only started digging into the films of French New Wave director Claude Chabrol, loving his take on the thriller and murder stories within the context of human behaviour and ordinary home life, but Dr. M is the least expected film you could think of to exist in his career. A reinterpretation of Fritz Lang's legendary Dr. Mabuse films, to which I confess I have never seen, I can still, from this point of a lack of knowledge, see how ill advise this final film turned out to be. In a futuristic, but still contemporary West Berlin, a suicide epidemic is taking place that is frightening the entire population. With the only form of escape from the panic being a holiday club which is swarmed by the general public, Lt. Claus Hartman (Jan Niklas) believes that the suicides are connected together and goes out of his way to prove it, a mysterious individual with malicious intent watching on through their minions.

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English language debuts from established auteurs from non-English speaking countries can be mixed. Some directors can be incredibly comfortable with the switch, juggling both sides or becoming part of Hollywood, but others critically stumble and create odd tangents in their filmography. Some films need time to be reflected on - as someone who first felt disappointed with Wong Kar-Wai's My Blueberry Nights (2007) only to find much to love about it later on - but the problem with Dr. M is that it feels so compromised from presentation to story. The English dialogue is off with actors like Niklas speaking in a secondary language in a German setting with German text but actors of various nationalities in the cast - yes, Berlin in the Cold War era would have been a mix of languages and cultures, but it feels wooden at times here - but it would be possible to pass this if Dr. M had more to it. I would be willing to see a film from the late Chabrol that dropped his usual trademarks to try something very different if it created something very inspired, but this film is horrifically predictable. Niklas is the tough cop with a barely detailed tragedy in his past who no one on his police force believes when he comes up with the idea of a conspiracy with the suicides, and when we're shown how right he is, it's done in the most obvious and unoriginal of ways. Following a woman Sonja Vogler (Jennifer Beals) who is the advertised face of the holiday club, they develop a romance that leads to an late eighties/early nineties sex scene that cuts between moving bodies. The only difference is that Chabrol splices real life images of death and atrocity between the cuts, making for such an inappropriate juxtaposition even if this was the point.

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Chabrol, despite being clearly influenced by Alfred Hitchcock, is rarely as showy as he was visually, very subtle in his use of the camera and what's onscreen. The film's setting however, between the real city and sci-fi sets, is lacklustre to say the least. Whether it's the streets or a secret nightclub where punk youths, dressed almost all in black, spasm around on a glass floor to a metal-dance song hybrid, Dr. M is characterless, not dated enough to be compelling in a visually surreal way, or distinct to suck you in. Good moments of subtle camera work is choked by how pointlessly long the film is, at two hours, and that Alan Bates is wasted despite his importance as a character. It's a film lacking in tension, humour or auteuristic touches. You know from the beginning what's behind the mystery and are forced to wait two hours for the film to catch up with you. What makes it worse is that I could have envisioned Chabrol making a great science fiction film. His obsessions with the films I've seen have been taking genre related tropes and placing them in real life environments with complex morals; this dialogue heavy drama could have been translated to a new genre here. Jean-Luc Godard was able to do it with Alphaville (1965), his intellectual and visual manipulation ideas fully mixed with an interesting sci-fi pulp story, and on the side of the French Left Bank the late Chris Marker, known mostly for his essay films, made La Jetée (1962), science fiction as interpreted entirely through still images. Dr. M could have become this, but sadly doesn't. Instead it's a dull Euro-pudding of a film instead of a gem or a fascinating failure.

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Thursday, 4 July 2013

Mini-Review: On The Comet (1970)

From http://s2.postimg.org/jn8fpk7k6/Cometa.jpg

Dir. Karel Zeman
Czechoslovakia

A later film is Zeman’s filmography, making films since the later forties, On The Comet takes its influence from turn-of-the century literature. Literature which pre-existed before political correctness, as this film is set in a colonial ruled Middle Eastern country, but is still enriched with the imagination of authors of the time that mixes science fiction and fantasy together and never lets this fact take away from the creativity and fun the stories give. To the surprise of everyone within a colonial town – the French occupiers housed in a fort, an invading group of Arabs helped by the Spanish and the protagonist, obsessed with a girl that seems to have appeared from a postcard and his dreams – a rouge planet skims over the Earth’s atmosphere and pulls the entire town and its populous onto its surface. The warring groups still want to fight each other, as the protagonist and his love interest sit in the middle of it all, despite the fact that the prehistoric occupants of the satellite and the fact that it’s still moving in the universe between planets should be of greater concern.

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Significant to Zeman’s style is his mix of live action and animation. In most cases, it is stop motion animation figures imposed on real sets. In Zeman’s work it is real actors on animated and artificially built sets. The results compare to Georges Méliès, or for a more modern example which borrowed from Méliès, to the music video Tonight Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins. The results create a very appropriate tone for the tributes to classic storytelling, a peculiar mixture of adventure story with science fiction, romance and a handful of rubber dinosaurs. It’s not as extensive in terms of its look as with the director’s A Deadly Invention (1958), but the results, presented in tinted yellow and colour shading like a old silent era film, still fleshes out the results. It also balances out this fantastic plot with satire about the groups involved. The French especially are shown to be comically ridiculous and capable of pointless amounts of dominancy, with plans for any sort of event possible and liable to arrest anyone suspicious when there are flies as big as a man’s head. It would be interesting what this film would be like on an equal adult and child audience – dinosaurs and short length for the kids, a different (from current cinema) take on pulpy adventure stories for adults – and this satire adds a nice caveat to the film. Without the canons the French occupiers, despite being the good guys, would be on equal terms with everyone else and have soldiers who are not as reliable as they would wise. In the colonial era it also adds a nice, modern thought on this issue, replacing soapbox condemnation with a cheeky sense of humour. By the end, the film leaves off with a charming aftertaste to it, managing to feel full for such a short length and never lagging at the same time. And any film with a bipedal pigfish, for a brief scene, deserves an extra mark as a cherry on the top. 

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Friday, 28 June 2013

Anime 18 Review Link: Alien From The Darkness (1996)

From http://www.themanime.org/images/reviews/alienfromthedarknessbox.jpg

Dir. Norio Takanami
Japan

Well, to not seem like a hypocrite when I put in the website page's tagline that "everything will be covered", it seems befitting to have covered this.  I feel that I come off as defensive in the review, despite the fact I shouldn't care about what the content I covered was, and I think that happened because, brutally, the work was bad even if compelling. There's no way of circling around the low quality of mid-nineties pornographic anime with a tasteless premise which, censored in the version viewed, makes it even more scuzzball in presentation. But this is what most motion works - film, one-off animations etc. - are, tasteless, pornographic in various, ridiculous and found in second hand stores on DVD, and its quantity over everything else cannot be ignored. When you know what you are getting into buying it, let alone watching it or reviewing it, you are letting yourself into this material and there's a clearly reveling in the content even if you find yourself off-putted by some of it or embarrassed. The more rarer ones, like this kind of hentai anime, which get Western releases, especially in Britain, become fascinating looking glasses into what was going on in someone's head making it. Entire pieces of human culture could probably be extracted from such miscreant works, and unlike trying to watch something like a bad parody film like Disaster Movie (2008), or really gross porn, something like Alien From The Darkness - despite being really queasy sexual fantasies, tacky and scatterbrained in tone even for its short length - goes so over the top with its tone that, knowing how indefeasible it is, it engages you even in the worst of ways. And its just forty minutes long and I'm a sucker for anything animated to the point it'll give something an extra point unless its truly painful for me to sit through.

Let's be honest too, sex is a commodity in culture, and the more eyebrow raising ones like this anime plays with, along side the sapphic softcore that one would find in live action porn, is something that has existed in many forms back in painting and literature. Its better to prod it with a stick, to paraphrase the words of someone I knew in secondary school, than to leave it as it is and get embarrassed by it. The censorship of the version I covered show as well how something can be drastically changed, even if a single second was removed, in how you react to it especially if a censor gets at it. I cannot say anything truly profound beyond this because, as much I confess to finding a perverse pleasure in the car crash, I still was reviewing a bad anime called Alien From The Darkness.

Review Link - http://www.videotapeswapshop.co.uk/14865/alien-from-the-darkness-%E2%80%93-1996-director-norio-takanami/

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Thursday, 27 June 2013

Anime 18 Review Link: Apocalypse Zero (1996)

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Dir. Toshihiro Hirano
Japan

If there is one other thing to add to this review, I will say that a work that provokes any kind of reaction and "wakes" you from viewing it from a safe distance, where you can forgot it immediately afterwards, is worth taking seriously even if the material could be viewed as dubious to other opinions. This bizarre and ultra-gross anime, if I had viewed it back when I was between sixteen or seventeen, would probably be viewed as garbage. Now, rather than thinking I've regressed in my thoughts by giving it praise, I think its more the realisation - as someone who became obsessed with provocative art like the Dada movement before films, as mentioned in the review - that even in the most foul of areas a streak of subversion can be seen and given some merit. Back then, I didn't try to defend films that were clearly badly made like I did now, or defend works like this anime with questionable content, and probably would be viewed as having a better taste in films if one views cinema through the IMDB Top 100 list of films. I also however had such a narrow minded view of cinema and art in general that presumed anything that didn't follow a clear narrative or clear point was bad, including films by the likes of Jean-Luc Godard and truly great works of abstract cinema. Now my willingness to suggest that I find something like Apocalypse Zero to be a work of worth has also developed my ability to see the virtues of the likes of Godard and abstract cinema too because, after some of the films I've seen and covered on this blog, I'm prepared for films to take directions in content and presentation that the presumably "artless" works had. The erratic nature of the less defended films only differ from the celebrated works because they're repugnant to most or ended up the way they were by accident. That this anime may actually be intentionally getting a reaction out of the viewer, as I try to explain in the review, makes me want to defend it more.

As one find in live action, exploitation films, the most base of material can be the most daring in poking at taboos other filmmakers, or creators, are too cowardly to tackle. Yes, they can end up being offensively conservative at times, but others push the content in ways that make them impossible to view as celebrating bland stereotypes. In simple terms, sometimes the best weapon is to purposely show things so deeply "wrong", and in this case make it look like a Saturday morning cartoon on crack, and attack good taste even if the purpose of the anime was to just be an entertainment product. Rather than merely be offended or baffled by it, its worth actually thinking about why being offended by the images in a work happens and see if it has virtue from it. Plus, frankly people, including myself, get a perverse pleasure from these transgression and weird images, and to not admit it is lying to yourself. Sometimes its more healthier to submit yourself to something that isn't just blood for blood's sake, but something legitimately bonkers and throws images like "Double Big Tit Bomb" and other distorted animated images at your retinas. Far from viewing Apocalypse Zero as just an excuse to view Japanese culture as "peculiar", something like this is just in an entirely different orbit to anything else regardless of its country of origin. And far from being conservative, I seriously doubt anyone, except those who is going to celebrate how perverse the anime is, will come out as a fan of it. 


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Thursday, 13 June 2013

Mini-Review: Krakatit (1949)

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Dir. Otakar Vávra
Czechoslovakia


A scientist Prokop (Karel Höger) who is an expert in explosives is left dazed and badly injured after his new compound krakatit destroys his flat by accident. It leads him into a murky, distorting conspiracy of people vying for his creation, a subjective one where everyone wants the mega weapon that takes the form of white powder and an elegant woman (Florence Marly) keeps appearing in many different guises with the same, distinct and sensual face. The resulting film, adapted from a Karel Capek novel, is a fascinating hybrid, science fiction with the characters and monochrome shadows of an American Film Noir, oneiric cinema as the reality of the scientist’s world is under question and abstract manipulations take place, and digressions looking back at World War II and its devastation through the outspoken moral the film has. The cinematography is rich befitting the material – befitting a film as well from a country whose cinema for me alongside Iran is creeping up to the level that I will watch anything from the nation like with Italy and Japan – especially as it becomes more unconventional and hazy in tone as it goes along. Looking like the visions created in the illness and fading thoughts of its protagonist, it is suitable “off” and in its own realm distant from ours, the closest comparison being Guy Maddin to help you with the tone of the film picturing it. The individuals that eventually kidnap him and want him to create more of the krakatit have a militaristic edge, a foreign country whose military uniform for the grunt soldiers and the officers in command are similar to German uniform. Made at the end of the forties with only a few years absent from the chaos of a second global war, this film clearly wears its anti-war and anti-weapon message tattooed to its face, even more so when you consider the fear of nuclear weapons that was simultaneously felt in the period. As the scientist finds himself surrounded by numerous people who just want the compound for their nefarious desires, the reoccurring woman becomes a femme fatale of a more omnipresent type, everywhere he goes and part of his mind at the point she is introduced onwards, smouldering and yet completely out-of-comprehension. Florence Marly is sexual and alluring in just looking cold and aloof, the advantage of cinema before the sixties, of black-and-white and femme fatales, in that just her expression she’s both erotic and more powerful than the men in the same location. It has to be asked though whether Krakatit stands up as a great film; the word “rewatch” threatens to creep out from my thoughts, but there’s the question of, regardless of the look and unique tone, whether the storytelling in the centre is fully engaging. It’s interesting to see a film that is clearly influenced by American cinema of the time even if its mood is like that of a silent era, German Expressionist work, but as a narrative film which has to deal with dialogue, plotting, and the obvious message it has, it somewhat doesn’t have the full weight to carry such an immensely interesting veneer, especially as its begging to become even more abstract and dreamlike than the director allows it to be. To be narrative driven you need to either need to be willing to tighten it or completely throw it out the window. Matter of fact, it’s simply my own tastes which makes me hesitant to give it higher praise; outside of this it’s really something I cannot say I’ve seen before.

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Monday, 29 April 2013

Mutant Disco [They Eat Scum (1979)]

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Dir. Nick Zedd
USA

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To someone who does not love or admire They Eat Scum, a barrage of criticisms could be rained down. It looks cheap they would say, amateurish, badly acted, not good in terms of structure, and just tastelessly disgusting. It was clearly made out of Nick Zedd’s own resources yes, and it does quality as amateur cinema, but “amateur” is not an inherently negative word, and viewing this film, I myself have to reassess how I use that word from now on. An amateur creation can be far more interesting than the “professionally” made work. That’s why the term underground art was created for and creations within said term have knocked to the kerb overground creations in terms of quality. It was the creation of a New York based movement known as the Cinema of Transgression, made with what was available at hand and, with Zedd as one of the main individuals of it and a manifesto writer, making intentionally provocative and tasteless films designed to startle and amuse. Truly cheap, awful work is lifeless, lazy rehashing of generic tropes ad nauseum or pretend to be intentionally bad with no charm. They Eat Scum is the opposite to all this, keeping with its punk rock content in terms of mindset rather than being a dull gooffest. When a character, so enamoured with man’s best friend, sucks off their male poodle, people will raise their eyebrows to this differentiation but tastelessness needs creativity and a sense of craftsmanship, at any level, to work. Nothing in this film is half-hearted and contrived, but feels like a gleeful poke in the eyes that works whether you reveal in it or feel like you’ve got poodle spunk in your mouth.

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Episodic, it is centred on the actress Donna Death and starts off with a family – Death as the daughter, who is the lead singer of a famous death rock band who encourages a death cult of cannibals out of her fans, a son with a “very” close relationship to his pet poodle, and a very religious father. From there you go through shady managers, canine prostitution, ritualistic genital mutilation, twin sisters, chaos and digs at disco that, far from being cruel jokes in this newer era, are actually funny and leads to one of the best moments which the quote of the review’s title is from. It’s also, as mentioned, a celebration of punk music, including filmed performances of punk bands in their messy audio glory. I wonder if Zedd saw Jubilee (1978) and was directly inspired by it, Derek Jarman’s anarchic series of vignettes about the growing punk culture at the time and made in a way just as antagonistic and intentionally ramshackle as They Eat Scum is meant to be. It’s the unpredictability that makes They Eat Scum rewarding. Only seventy or so minutes long, it never drags into the mire of tedious plotting. It has no hesitance in its content and has no issue using music, such as the Beach Boys’ Good Vibrations, that may have not been paid for. It even introduces, unexpectedly, a scene of stop motion animation that was my personal highlight of the film just for the sake of it.

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And it is fun. Shot on Super 8, it is the product of a decade before where a micro budget film automatically brings up the image of something interesting or at least worth seeing (usually) than a cheap zombie/slasher film or CGI sharks. It was intended to shock the viewer or gives some un-PC entertainment to those who got the joke, and its do-it-yourself, take-no-prisoners aesthetic is ultimately rewarding. 

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Saturday, 13 April 2013

Death May Be Your Seleção (Eden of the East (2009-2010))

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Dir. Kenji Kamiyama
Japan

[Note: This is a review of all the parts that make up this property – the original eleven episode television series (2009), and the two feature films King of Eden (2009) and Paradise Lost (2010) – as one single entity. I will not include spoilers, but the bigger issue of reviewing this in these terms is how the opinion one has for the work contrasts from just reviewing the television series by its own and the whole together. It may also mean you will have to acquire more than a single DVD set to get all the parts of the entire narrative, so take note.]


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If there is one virtue to Eden of the East that stands above all else, it’s how different in manner and tone this is from most anime that is released in the West. Its prime focus, whittling it all down, is its director-writer scrutinising his country’s sociological and economic situation and, through a science fiction, political thriller premise, offering up his own hope for the future of Japan through entertainment. Missiles are a motif of the work, but it is just as likely, if more so, for a major plot turn to take place just from a piece of internet technology or a mobile phone, military hardware having less effect than ordinary consumer technology in a country where such things of mobile communication has its own urban legends and pop cultural connections. Envisioning its world through the eyes of restless youths, shut-ins and NEETs, the latter young adults not in employment, education or training, it’s a story where a single specialist phone can make the Prime Minister of Japan say “uncle” on public television. It’s very much a creation of the late 2000s and of this decade, even at five years old now, still relevant now for Japanese and non-Japanese viewers, and fascinating storytelling of the period only a few years ago you can view from a distance.

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On an improvised trip to Washington D.C. by herself, the young Japanese woman Saki Morimi (Saori Hayami in Japanese, Leah Clark in English) has an odd encounter with a Japanese man her age, completely naked and welding a pistol in one hand and a phone in the other, outside the White House, finding herself becoming enamoured to this mysterious person calling himself Akira Takizawa (Ryōhei Kimura in Japanese, Jason Liebrecht in English). With no memories of who he is, Takizawa discovers that the phone is a specialist one where, with up to ten billion yen only accessible on it available for his use, he has the ability to do almost anything through a mysterious female contact called Juiz (Sakiko Tamagawa in Japanese, Stephanie Young in English), who proclaims him as a savour of Japan. With such power in a single phone comes great responsibility, realising he is in a game where he has been fostered into trying to save Japan with this phone at his disposal, slowly recovering his memories with the help of Saki and her friends while dealing with the consequences of this predicament, both what he may have done before he lost his memories and the other users who have these phones as well, all called Seleção and trying to win the game or do what they desire with the resources they have. Wanting to literally punch the person who set the game up, Takizawa has to deal with the consequences of having a whole country on his shoulders and doing what he feels is best for it.

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The original television series juggles political drama, latent romance, comedy and this mild science fiction idea together in a way that succeeds by its end. The only real flaw with it, by itself, is that it was clearly halted from having enough episodes needed to tell the whole narrative that was planned out. It goes with a considerate beat, and makes a full narrative arch, but with the following theatrical films afterwards, it’s clear that Eden of the East needs more than those eleven episodes to fill out the wider storyline. This causes the whole project to have some flaws with its pace and presentation. The series itself is perfect in structure baring a couple of episodes surrounding a character known as the ‘Johnny Hunter’, which in  a second viewing works for characterisation but has a contrived wrap-up of that scenario. It suffers a lot more in the first theatrical film King of Eden; it is needed as it is structurally, but it repeats the beginning of the series somewhat pointlessly and feels like it covers less in eighty minutes than what a single twenty minute episode from the series did. Thankfully Paradise Lost, as the ending, corrects this problem.

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It’s amazing how subdued Eden of the East is over these different pieces. It is very idiosyncratic, far from a Dragonball Z-likw work or a major fad series usually based on a Shonen Jump manga. This series is anchored down by its emotional core, specifically around the character of Saki whose handling as a character perfectly symbolises the whole project as a whole. In the wrong hands, she could have been all the worst stereotypes of the passive, waif-like female character, Kenji Kamiyama writing all the characters, even minor ones, well. Even if she could still be accused as being a one dimensional character, getting perilously close to this in the first half of King of Eden, there are two factors that prevent this and also solidify the narrative. One, that despite Takizawa being the cool, confident male hero of the story, everyone including the antagonists have their moments to speak in the spotline and that the events that take place are not pushed forward by coincidence, but by a single word utter at the right time or an available laptop which levels the playing field for every character to contribute something. It’s also clear, having her open and close the whole story narrative wise, Saki is the clear protagonist even if she’s not in every scene or has the final-final sequence of the entirety of Eden of the East. Reversing the usual trope in anime where it’s a male in this position with a mysterious female love interest (or two or three or a whole illicit boudoir of high school girls and foreign exchange students), she is the audience surrogate who is having to understand this all and weaves the proceedings for us together around a concise arch she can learn from and we, the viewer, get the best from with her as the placed narrator of the series. At the centre of Eden of the East, she works perfectly as the anchor to prevent the entire story from becoming vague and float off into ramblings about Japanese economy; the growing love story works in this, rather than being an arbitrary contrivance like in another anime, making sense to flesh the whole story out and to make sure everything – from the political talk to the oddest Dawn of the Dead (1978) tribute you could ever see – work together fully as a single tale.

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This emotional core allows the original TV series to (potentially) work by itself as it concludes a solid character arch, and allows, even with the faltering pace in the first film, for everything in the entire proceedings to keep consistent. The closing films do not, in any way, top the ending of the final episode of the TV series, which will disappoint some, but this work from the beginning is an immensely talky, leisurely paced work when you loosen the genre tropes wrapped around it. It’s more difficult to pigeonhole than a lot of anime, and by the final film, it is clearly the creation of a director-writer who wanted to explore his feelings about his country, old enough to have absorbed any the political strife in the Seventies in Japan when he was growing up as a child, and also see the country’s economy blossom and burst in the eighties. He can also look forward, through what he concentrates on in this story, while staying entertaining and comedic even in its more serious parts. He follows in the same distinct school of director-writer Mamoru Oshii in expressing his philosophies through these genre films, and that he is famous for his spin-offs of the Ghost In The Shell films, which I need to see, is befitting him.

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The fragmentation of the whole project mars it slightly, which is the only real fault of Eden of the East. Beyond the annoying issue, as always been the case with anime, of having to acquire every part of it, and having to contend with expensive prices and DVDs not being available, it does have a real effect in making it drop in quality with The King of Eden film. Everything else succeeds. The TV series caps itself off well, despite only having eleven episodes and leaving you wanting more, and by the end of Paradise Lose it successfully closes the story off if you don’t view the story as being the ending of the TV series but a drama. It manages to survive the potential chaos of splitting off the whole story into three pieces and it still shines from it, so much so that even the series’ end credits is a great pieces of short film making by itself in its stop motion, paper animation. The desire from the animation company Production I.G.  to make something different is clear to see and they all really put their hearts into this, flaws or not. That its not based on a manga, a videogame or tie-in, but an original creation that was fully thought out, makes it even more refreshing.

And this is strange even to the characters in the series. 
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