The Ring, One Hour Photo and Double Whammy

The RingWhen The Ring was released, I heard that it was scary. The kind of scary that keeps you up all night, painfully aware of every sound the wind makes outside your bedroom window. That kind of scary.

It’s not.

It wants to be, but it never really manages to move beyond vaguely creepy. The problem is, I can’t put my finger on where it goes wrong. The premise is interesting (watch a videotape, die seven days later), but the execution is rather sloppy. There are appropriately dreary settings, some pseudo-creepy music, and a couple of interesting special effects. There’s a twist at the end that failed because it just isn’t twisty enough. I think movies like The Usual Suspects have ruined twists for me. Now the plot twists must be intricate and imaginative and catch me completely off guard, yet I need to be able to look back at the movie and slap myself in the forehead for not seeing it coming (see: Fight Club). There is some interesting imagery in The Ring most of it (but not all) in the killer videotape. Yet, to paraphrase one of the main characters, even that is very student film-y.

Final verdict: disappointing. Nonetheless, I’m curious to see if the original (Ringu) is any better.

I also saw One Hour Photo and Double Whammy recently. Both were entertaining, each in their own way. The latter is something of a dark comedy while the former is simply dark.

One Hour PhotoRobin Williams is über-creepy in an almost invisible way in One Hour Photo. The whole movie feels extremely surreal, and some people might call the ending a bit anti-climactic. I found it interesting, though, that Sy Parrish (Williams) continues to be a sympathetic character to the very last frame, despite the fact that he sometimes feels quite sinister. Gary Cole seems to be made to play a manager (see: Office Space), a profession which has been getting almost as much flak as lawyers of late. Interestingly enough, Cole’s character never comes off as sympathetic in the least, even when it seems that something in his life is threatened.

I was quite pleased with One Hour Photo especially since the trailer I saw led me to make some assumptions about the plot that were shattered when I actually saw the movie. I like trailers that mislead me in this way. I like trailers that don’t make seeing the movie seem redundant. I could rant, but I won’t.

Double WhammyDouble Whammy stars Denis Leary, Elizabeth Hurley, Steve Buscemi, Luiz Guzman, Chris Noth and others. Buscemi is a bit under-used, and that’s about my only complaint. This isn’t a laugh-out-loud movie, but it’s still quite funny. It’s also dark without being overly depressing. Elizabeth Hurley makes a fairly believable chiropractor, which I found amusing. I will say that my chiro has never twisted my neck like that, but that really the only adjustment she made that my chiro hasn’t done to me. Well, except the sex. I’ve never had sex with my chiropractor. Ever. He’s a good-looking man, don’t get me wrong. He’s just no Elizabeth Hurley.

Denis Leary is Denis Leary. He can play a cop or a hood and he really doesn’t have to change his attitude much. Here, though, he’s a much more sensitive Denis Leary. He’s not quite so edgy, and he’s not constantly puffing on a cigarette. Still, he’s Denis Leary, and there’s enough edge and gruffness and smart-assitude (smart-assishness? smart-assivity?) that he’s not relegated to being a wimp.

Double Whammy has a fairly tight and well-woven plot, characters that are interesting (if a bit stereotypical), and some amusing bits of dialog.

“…but I think you got a little bit of racist in you.”
“Whoa! Yo. Bro’! No.”
“… but don’t take it personal, because you’re white and you don’t know any better.”

It’s not an amazing film, and the dialog isn’t Mamet, but it’s satisfying and I enjoyed it, and that’s good enough for me.

Lucas Struggles to Release Heart, Imagination

George Lucas
George Lucas

With the release of Star Wars in 1977, George Lucas captured the heart and the imagination of the world. After 22 years, Lucas began the slow and difficult process of returning both with the release of Episode I: The Phantom Menace in 1999.

“I guess it was about 1995 or so when I decided that I’d held onto these things long enough,” Lucas admitted recently during an interview at Skywalker Ranch in Nicasio, California. “So I’m giving them back.”

The process has been more involved than Lucas anticipated. “I thought the first prequel would do the trick. Jar Jar Binks. Jake Lloyd. I was sure that would be the end of it.”

The world, it seems, is not so eager for the freedom Lucas offers. “I was sure the second one would finish the job,” he said. “Hayden Christensen is the perfect choice to free the world’s captive heart. I hadn’t counted on Ewan McGregor, though. He’s exactly what everyone envisioned a young Obi-Wan Kenobi would be like.” McGregor’s portrayal of the Jedi Knight is, some say, the string that ties the prequels to the original trilogy.

McGregor’s acting ability isn’t the only thing that has stymied Lucas’ attempt. “The boys over at ILM did one heck of a job with the Yoda/Dooku…” Lucas chuckled. “Come on. Dooku. My kid made that up. That’s funny. Anyway, the whole lightsaber battle was much better than I anticipated. I thought that one would be the ultimate imagination liberator. Boy, was I wrong.”

“Fans of Star Wars are simply too used to this type of captivity,” says noted psychologist Bernard Shenck. “It happens all the time in hostage situations. The victims begin to sympathize with and even love their captors. That’s exactly what’s going on here. And it’s been going on for over twenty years. Those behavior patterns are extremely difficult to break.”

Avid Star Wars fan Elmer Gibbin reinforces Shenck’s theory. “Lucas is going to blow us all away with Episode III,” Gibbin insists. “He’ll wrap everything up nicely. The showdown between Anakin (Christensen) and Obi-Wan (McGregor) is going to be awesome!” Gibbin continued with his glowing predictions for another twenty minutes until asked about midi-chlorians, at which point he became withdrawn and hostile.

Shenck predicts that Lucas may have a bumpy road ahead of him. “If he’s not able to completely release the world’s heart and imagination from captivity with the third prequel, he may have to make sequels to the original trilogy.”

“No,” says Lucas. “That simply will not happen. Once Episode III: Invasion of the Return of the Revenge of the Son of the Phantom Clone wraps up, I’m finished.”

When asked about rumors that Steven Spielberg would be directing the sequels, Lucas shook his head emphatically. “Absolutely not. Steven is a great friend, but I have to be honest: he’s the sort of director that would re-capture all the hearts and imaginations I’ve worked so hard to set free over the past few years. I can’t risk that.”

The Matrix Revolutions (2003)

The Matrix RevolutionsThe Matrix Revolutions (2003)

Starring Keanu Reeves, Carrie-Anne Moss, Laurence Fishburne, Hugo Weaving, Jada Pinket Smith, Monica Bellucci, Harry Lennix and The Guy

Directed by Andy and Larry Wachowski

I’ll say it again: I loved The Matrix. I still do.

If you’ve been paying attention, you might recall that I wasn’t quite so fond of The Matrix Reloaded.

Tonight, I saw The Matrix Revolutions. Yes, there are spoilers here. Best not to read if you haven’t seen it.

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Underworld (2003)

UnderworldUnderworld (2003)

Starring Kate Beckinsale, Scott Speedman, Michael Sheen, Shane Brolly, Erwin Leder, Sophia Myles, Robbie Gee, Wentworth Miller and Lord Sandwich

Directed by Len Wiseman

Last night, Laura and I went to see Underworld. Since the Internet is nothing if not a place for the masses to make their opinions known, here’s my review.

I wanted Underworld to be a vampires ‘n’ werewolves retelling of The Bard’s Romeo & Juliet, I really did. I wanted to see passion and chemistry. I wanted the vampire and the werewolf to be consumed by desire and need for one another. I wanted hot girl-on-lycanthrope action.

You can’t always get what you want. You don’t always get what you want. I didn’t even get a little bit of what I wanted.

First off, there’s Selene, played by the (I’ll admit it) very fetching Kate Beckinsale. Two words: black leather. Oh, and another word: brood. Selene wears black leather – a lot of it – and broods. Boy, does she brood. She also kicks a fair amount of were-ass. Unfortunately, what she doesn’t do is fall madly in love with Michael (played by some guy whose name I haven’t the inclination to look up on IMDB.). Well, maybe she does, but how, when and why are beyond me. It just never comes across.

Then there’s the other half of our star-crossed couple, Michael. His destiny is tied to that of both the vampire vampyre and werewolf lycan clans. To spoil the how would imply that there was real logic in the reason his destiny is so bound. When the explanation of why he’s so important finally arrives, though, it doesn’t really add up. Here’s a one. Here’s another one. Put them together and you should get two. What you actually wind up with is some imaginary number.

Chemistry is a two-way street. Or maybe chemistry is a door that swings both ways. Regardless of which it is, our Romeo doesn’t really fall in love with Juliet at any point. What he does is stumble around confused and befuddled most of the time. He also writhes quite a bit. He’s a good writher.

Michael and Selene aren’t the only characters in Underworld. There’s Kraven, the current head of the toothy coven. He’s a snappy dresser, he wants Selene to be his queen, and he’s incredibly boring. Surrounded by British accents, this guy is awkwardly American. By “awkwardly,” I mean that certain words have an almost Irish lilt to them, leading me to wonder if the accent (or what some in the United States might consider the lack of one) is artificial. Kind of like Colin Farrell playing an American, only not nearly as well. Accent aside, Kraven is simply dull. He has no aura of authority, he doesn’t exude any measure of power, and his presence doesn’t demand any respect whatsoever. He’s been left in charge of the coven, yet I couldn’t see a single reason why any self-respecting bloodsucker would listen to the guy.

The leader of the werewolves turns out to have the most interesting story of any character, but to go into detail about it would give away parts of the backstory that actually make sense.

Action. There’s a fair amount of it. Mostly second-rate Matrix-style shootouts with werewolves crawling on the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. I had no idea that werewolves could do that sort of thing. Perhaps they were bitten by a wolf that had been bitten by a radioactive spider.

In terms of special effects, there’s nothing in Underworld that hasn’t been done before and done better. The werewolf transformations were clunky, and far less interesting than David Naughton’s metamorphosis in An American Werewolf in London. The gunplay was, as I mentioned previously, a poor imitation of The Matrix. The weapons themselves were pretty much ripped right out of Blade.

As an action movie, Underworld is average at best. As a love story, it completely fails. With regards to the former, it met my expectations. Where the latter is concerned, I was quite disappointed.

On the bright side, Laura got in free.

The Matrix Reloaded (2003)

The Matrix ReloadedThe Matrix Reloaded (2003)

Starring Keanu Reeves, Carrie-Anne Moss, Laurence Fishburne, Nona Gaye, Hugo Weaving, Harold Perrineau, Jada Pinkett Smith, Monica Bellucci, Helmut Bakaitis and Lambert Wilson

Directed by The Wachowski Brothers

If you haven’t seen The Matrix Reloaded then I’d suggest you spend those six or eight or ten dollars of your money on something worthwhile, like X2: X-Men United. Or forty-eight rolls of toilet paper.

I loved The Matrix, I really did. The concept was interesting, the story was cool, the special effects were amazing, Keanu Reeves looked slick, Carrie-Anne Moss is hot, and Laurence Fishburne is a major bad-ass.

What the Wachowski brothers did with Reloaded was trash all the intangibles and keep most of the eye candy.

Neo: Despite the newfound power he displays at the end of The Matrix, The One isn’t really all that impressive. Inside the Matrix, Neo is ostensibly free from the machines’ control. Their rules mean nothing to him now. I mean, he can fly, right? Unfortunately, he still has no idea what he’s supposed to be doing. He has promised to show the people “…a world without rules and controls. Without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible.” Instead, he shows them…

Zion: Take one part Ewok village, add a liberal dose of every post-apocalyptic civilization ever portrayed on film, sprinkle in a freshly-ground rave, and you’ve got Zion. I don’t think any aspect of Reloaded was more disappointing to me than the Thunderdome-meets-Battlestar Galactica mish-mash that was Zion. Apart from being a conceptual and visual letdown, Zion also slams the brakes on Reloaded. Sequences that take place in the last refuge of humanity seem to drag on as Morpheus and Lock butt heads, Trinity and Neo show off their various receptacles (in what feels like the longest and most unnecessary love scene ever concocted), Morpheus orders a rave, and Commander Adama… excuse me, Councilor Harmann… offers his sage advice to the ever-perplexed Neo.

Morpheus: Within the confines of the Matrix, Laurence Fishburne epitomizes cool. Everything about him screams “bad-ass,” from his sunglasses, to his clothes to the way he walks. Taken out of the simulation, though, he’s diminished by the fact that half his crew is gone and some fairly powerful elements think he’s off his rocker.

Agent Smith: Hugo Weaving is damned cool. The fight scene between Neo and countless Agent Smiths is impressive, as eye candy goes. Ultimately, the brawl is moot and we are shown that The One just doesn’t have the power implied at the end of the first movie. Neo uses his vaunted flying ability (again, the very thing that showed how unfettered by the rules of the Matrix he has become) to run away.

Action: In general, the fights and shootouts in Reloaded looked pretty good. Some were a bit pointless (such as the aforementioned Burly Brawl), and bullet-time was over-used, taking the edge off its novelty. The 14-minute car chase was fun to watch and one of the few times we get to see how capable Morpheus is of doling out the smackdown.

The Keymaker: I very much liked the concept of the Keymaker, a venerable program who opens doors for the resistance and seems to know where Neo needs to go. Of course, because he knows this, he must eventually be eliminated. The Keymaker tells the heroes that there’s a door inside of a building that must be opened, but also that the whole building will blow up if they do it wrong. While this is being explained, Reloaded trips over itself getting to Neo through that door. Where scenes in Zion slowed the film’s pacing down to a snail’s crawl, following the Keymaker’s instructions kicks it into hyperdrive. The result is a jumble of flashbacks and gunfire whose sole purpose is to get Trinity (who has promised Neo she would stay out of it) into the Matrix, put her life in danger, and further confuse the already-befuddled Neo.

The Architect: Speaking of confusing Neo, here’s a guy who babbles on about iterations and anomalies in a monologue whose logic is reminiscent of Vizzini in The Princess Bride (“Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!”). Perhaps the intent here is to confound the audience and convince them that they need to see Reloaded a second time to make sense of the Architect’s babble.

The Matrix Revolutions: If you’re willing to sit through ten minutes of end credits, The Brothers Wachowski (or, more likely, The Brothers Warner) have included what they must consider a bonus: a teaser for The Matrix Revolutions. Alas, there’s no payoff here to justify the wait. The teaser is a flash of half-second clips mingled with the occasional line of dialogue, but with absolutely no hook. When I saw the trailer for Reloaded prior to watching X2, I very nearly uttered a Neo-like “Whoa!” While the final product didn’t live up to my expectations, the trailer made me want to see the movie, ASAP. This just doesn’t happen with the Revolutions teaser. Perhaps this is partly because of the ultimately disappointing experience I’d just had with Reloaded, but more likely because the new teaser just lacks punch.

The Matrix Reloaded is a movie that tries too hard to expand upon some of the concepts of the original while stomping all over others. The end result is a disappointment, a shoddy addendum to a movie that stands well on its own and doesn’t deserve the kind of treatment it receives from its successor. Will Revolutions redeem the trilogy? Perhaps, but it shouldn’t have that unenviable burden in the first place.

What the what?