2013 Midterms, Part 4: COLORAMA!!!!!, Two-Legged Viruses, Pure Shite, and Pixar.

Part 1 HERE.

Part 2 HERE.

Part 3 HERE.  HA!!!  Gotcha!  HERE.  For realz.

And, in conclusion…

Oz The Great And Powerful: more like, “Oz The Dumb And Colorful,” AMIRITE?!?!?

Sorry.

But, really, this movie was so very, very dumb. And so very, very colorful. I’m going to go ahead and coin the term, “color porn” for this one (unless that term already exists, in which case, oh well). It’s CG-tastic, but not in an Avatar way. Say what you want about that movie (I dig it, but if you don’t and you throw any shade at how it looked, you’re probably just a dick trying to add insult to injury), but with Oz you get much of the same… there just really doesn’t seem to be a point to any of it. It exists simply to be colorful. Also, I saw it at home, without the, er… “benefits” of 3-D, and this was definitely a movie where you absolutely needed the format to appreciate it more. Which is why I appreciated it so much less than lots of internet reviewers out there. I. Fucking. Hate. 3. D. But you know what I hate more? A movie that leans on 3-D like a crutch. I can excuse a movie for using the format to make a few extra bucks, I guess, but when I watch such a movie at home, all I see are people pointing spears at the camera, or watching flying fairies linger center-screen for 5 or 10 seconds too long, just to make the point that, “hey, LOOK! It might actually touch you out there in your seat!!!!” FUCKING DUH. Even Avatar didn’t do that more than literally ONCE (that orange helicopter bug spent a few seconds hovering center-screen), and that movie could have abused the format at every turn. And SO MANY SCENES, SO MANY SHOTS linger for too long (this movie ran for two hours and 10 minutes. It should have been more like 1:45), obviously to try and show off what Disney and Sam Raimi thought were totally awesome 3-D special effects, the likes of which you have NEVER SEEN!!! And, hey- the little porcelin doll girl was impressive, to be sure. But you know what would have been even more impressive? NOT CONSTANTLY POINTING OUT TO US HOW IMPRESSIVE IT WAS. We get it, Oz Special Effects Team- your CGI dick is just as big as James Cameron’s.

OK. Deep breath. Check pulse. OK.

Man, I didn’t think I was that angry about Oz. I thought I just disliked it. Sometimes writing this stuff opens the floodgates, I guess. Typing turns into finger diarrhea. Fingerrhea. I’m doing it again, arent I?

Anyway, that’s the big gripe. Smaller gripe? The performances. I think Michelle Williams was sleepwalking for the entirety of this flick. Mila Kunis was just plain awful. James Franco, who I like very much, was at his most smiley-mumbling-annoying. I think Rachel Weiss was good, but this movie was lost so far up its own colortastic ass, I simply didn’t care enough to pay attention to her.

Finally, I guess the best (calmest) way to really describe how I felt about this movie is thus: The opening ten minutes or so, in keeping with the whole Wizard Of Oz thing, were black-and-white, had a 1.33:1 aspect ratio, and were devoid of any actual “magic.” It was the best ten minutes of the movie.

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P.S. OK, not to open this can of worms again, but how in the holy fuck do the same people who tore Alice In Wonderland a second arsehole give Oz The Great And Powerful a pass? The latter literally took everything everyone hated about the former and enhanced it. I’ll never understand opinions, man.

P.P.S. To be clear- I am not a CGI-hater. I think it’s a pretty great visual tool. As long as the relationship is “a film made with CGI,” and not, “CGI… oh, and a film, too, I guess.”

P.P.P.S. I get that this is a children’s movie. But you know what? So is everything Pixar does, and yet those flicks never treat their younger audiences like morons.

P.P.P.P.S. Sammy, quit it with this shite already, m’man.

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World War Z– I’ll take that. Zombie movies are a dime a dozen these days, so it’s tough to keep it fresh. World War Z keeps it fresh. Ish. I mean, the world has moved on from the “can’t keep your sins and/or the lower and middle classes buried forever” parables of the George Romero days to the “disease will wipe out the world” fears of the new millenium (can we still call it, “new?” Maybe not), and WWZ most definitely follows the 28 Days Later way of thinking, but this time the zombies take even more of a back seat to the “living” characters and their plight. Sure, they’re all over the place (literally), but their role in this movie is simply the manifestation of disease instead of the flesh-hungry boogeymen of yesteryear. Think less “walking dead” and more “walking virus.” You might get bit, but you won’t get eaten.

Brad Pitt is fine as the dude who’s in charge of figuring out why all this is going on. It’s not a showy role, at all, but he’s got the magnetism to keep you interested in his plight. Mireille Enos is also fine as his wife, forced to wait with her kids, in seclusion, while Pitt is out virus-hunting. Uh… really, they’re the only two “important” characters, and Pitt outweighs the situation about 10 to 1. If you’re seeing it for “that woman from The Killing,” you’re not gonna get much out of it.

Anyway, there’s some forced subplots (like everything Mireille Enos does), some seriously convenient plot-forwarding situations (Pitt’s plane happens to crash land within walking distance of the one building he was trying to get to, and he & the other “name” character on the flight are the only survivors), and the finale, while tense, is a little anticlimactic, but, ultimately, World War Z is a pretty interesting take on the genre that makes you think a little differently about how we deal with disease, research, and modern medicine. Worth a viewing… but probably only one.

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A Good Day To Die Hard– *BOOM!* *RAt-A-tAt-tAtt!!* *AAAAARGH!!!* *ScreeeechCRASH!!!* *BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!*

*Click*

No, that last one wasn’t someone running out of ammo. It was me turning this utter bullshit off after 45 minutes. I mean, I was watching it in the comfort of my own home and I couldn’t even bring myself to go do something else and keep it on in the background. I, unlike most, didn’t dislike Live Free Or Die Hard (Die Hard 4), but I think I know now how its detractors felt. x1000. Just imagine a Transformers movie without the Transformers in it and you’re close to how truly embarrassigly, aggressively awful Die Hard 5 is. It will bludgeon your intelligence with its utter contempt for its audience. Buyer fucking beware.

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Monsters University: …and, finally, on the opposite end of the computer-generated spectrum from Ass The Grating And Pitiful, we have the latest mästerwerk from Pixar. Just as colorful as the aforementioned flick, but it’s all in service of the story. None of it feels like Pixar showing off.

Also, it’s great. I find it hard to say a lot about Pixar movies these days, because anything I can come up with just sounds redundant and overly ingratiating. I will say this- MU is a lot more thematically laid-back than Monsters, Inc., but that doesn’t mean it’s fluff in any way, shape, or form. It has everything Pixar has been doing so well since Toy Story– rich characters, amazing voice actors, fun visuals, and a positive lesson to be learned by the end. And it never, ever treats its audience like children. Including the children in the audience. It’s an approach I wish more animated films would use- don’t talk to the kids watching the thing as if they’re dumb and two things will happen- they’ll continue to enjoy it well into adulthood, and the adults won’t be bored out of their minds while they’re watching it with them.  Kind of like the classic Looney Tunes shorts. Those things were made for adults, but that didn’t mean I didn’t love love love them as a child. Maybe I didn’t get half of the references in my youth, but I do NOW, and therefore still seek them out for their inherent cleverness.

Anyway, Monsters University. It’s like Revenge Of The Nerds meets… uh, well… Monsters, Inc. (duh). It totally works as a prequel insofar as it doesn’t introduce anything that negates any bit of storyline, message, or emotion from M, Inc. (I know you were totally worried about the continuity in the Monstersverse, you guys). It pushes the envelope of the newest technology that Pixar created specifically for it (as they are wont to do on their movies. Click HERE to read something cool about that at CHUD.com) without feeling like it has anything to prove. It delves deeper into characters created years ago, yet successfully stands completely on its own.

Basically, it gets right everything Oz got wrong.

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That’s it for now.  Smell ya later.

BC

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2013 Midterms, Part 3: Ex-Governors, Witchbusters, and (Lots Of) Collateral Damage.

Part 1 HERE.

Part 2 HERE.

Part 3, here:

The Last Stand: What a strange movie.  Forrest Whitaker does his best Forrest Whitaker impression.  Harry Dean Stanton, fresh off of his out-of-left-field cameo in The Avengers, does an out-of-left-field cameo.  Luis Guzman does his comic relief thing.  Johnny Knoxville does his comic relief thing.  Peter Stormare does HIS awkward comic relief villain thing.  And Arnold Schwarzenegger does some of the best acting of his career.  That is to say, he actually acts.  Well.  Too well for this flick.  Which is really weird, but it’s the main reason I stuck around until the end.  There were guns, cars, explosions, guns, and some guns, and it was all very efficiently executed, albeit on a smaller scale than one would expect from Arnold’s return to Hollywood… and that’s appreciated.  We can ill afford another Eraser.  It’s an oddly more intimate experience than we’re used to from Austria’s favorite son, which was completely charming.  But, ultimately, forgettable.  Like, all I remember are guns and cars.  And something about a bridge to Mexico.

Still worth a viewing, though.

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Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters: The latest in an ever-lengthening line of weird fairy tale/children’s book big screen adaptations.  I didn’t see Jack The Giant Killer (some tell me I dodged a bullet on that one, but to be honest, I didn’t want to be anywhere near that gunfight anyway, so…), but I have seen a few others over the past decade, like Oz The Great And Powerful, Red Riding Hood, Alice In Wonderland, Brothers Grimm… and they’re usually pretty forgettable, or downright awful (Brothers Grimm was both, actually- so awful I forgot most of it), but I enjoyed H&G: Witch Hunters.  Now, that’s not to say it was high art, or anything, but the Ghostbusters/Men In Black vibe worked for me.  And it almost felt like a third try in the whole, weird, “fictional characters become badasses and hunt down other fictional characters” sub-genre, after Van Helsing and the aforementioned Brothers Grimm.  Oh, uh… I guess The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen really kicked it off… but the less said about that movie, the better.

Anyway, Jeremy Renner and Gemma Arterton were fun together (even if, more often than not, their brother/sister dynamic got a little… creepy…), and Famke Janssen had some fun chewing the scenery.  The violence was surprisingly over-the-top, which is a good thing for something comic-booky like this, even if it seemed to come out of left field.  There were some annoying choices, like the witch henchwoman credited simply as “Horned Witch,” who looked and sounded like a bad Hot Topic devotee, a half-assed subplot surrounding pseudo-love-interest, “Mina” the “good witch,” and, once again, Peter Stormare as “Awkward Mushmouthed Villain,” but, ultimately, even though it felt long (not even 90 minutes, but felt like 2 hours.  Glad I didn’t watch the unrated extended cut), I found H&G  to be dumb, bloody fun, perfect for the hangover Sunday I was having.

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Man Of Steel:  There’s a really good movie coming out in a couple of years.  Its working title is Man Of Steel 2.  It’s the sequel to this summer’s big, loud, explosiony, messy-assed movie, Man Of Steel, and the reason it’s going to be great is that Zach Snyder won’t be shackled by the heavy “origin story” chains that kept him from making a truly amazing Superman movie this year.

That’s not to say he made a dud.  Far from it.  Man Of Steel is a pretty awesome spectacle, complete with alien technology, supervillains, a hero’s journey, childhood angst, and an insane helping of destruction.  And the origin story stuff, most especially the opening Krypton scenes and recurring Kryptonian imagery (including Russell Crowe as “Ghost Dad”), is really nicely designed and very well done.  But there’s just a bit much of it.  It seems to me that Zach Snyder realized all of the other stuff, namely the main plot of the thing, was a little lacking, so he leaned heavily on the cooler sci-fi aspects of his story to wow us into forgetting that the movie is essentially one degree removed from a mustache-twirling bad guy (Michael Shannon as Zod) tying a helpless damsel (the human race) to the train tracks (big alien destruction machines).  But don’t worry- our hero (Henry Cavill as Supes) punches mustache-man in the jaw, saves the day, and gets a big kiss from humanity.

I guess my issues are really based on the fact that the more interesting bits of this new take on Supes  get a little short changed.  I’m talking about the “human side” of Clark Kent, as told through flashbacks to his Kansas childhood, being raised by Kevin Costner and Diane Lane.  Sure, it flashes to that stuff with relative frequency, but the Costner stuff is just so goddamned GOOD that a little more would have been appreciated.  And that’s not to say that I wanted less Russell Crowe (I know I’m in the minority for still loving that guy.  I don’t care), but the scales felt a little tipped in his direction.  Probably because that’s where their costume and FX budget went, and this IS a big summer blockbuster…

…and speaking of busting blocks… collateral damage.  A LOT has been said about this movie’s almost flippant approach to the destruction of huge chunks of Metropolis (and smaller huge chunks of Smallville).  I don’t want to dwell on it too much here, but yeah- whole buildings topple over in the wake of Superman’s fisticuffs with General Zod & Company, and it’s actually a little uncomfortable.  But in the end I figured it was mostly (and completely justifiably) due to the fact that since he’s secretly superstrong and therefore has had to make the nonviolent choice in conflict situations for his entire life, this is the first time Clark Kent has EVER been in a fight.  It’s bound to be sloppy, and on an epic scale.  Also, it should be noted that if Supes didn’t get into these fights the whole friggin’ human race would be wiped out.  Something about breaking eggs to make omelets comes to mind…

…as does the fact that they clearly felt they needed to do an Avengers-sized battle to even the comic book movie scales…

…but I digress…

Anyway, Henry Cavill.  Dude killed it.  Besides looking like he was born to play the role, he finds the character sweet spot nestled in between the angst of knowing he’s different than everybody else on the planet and the confidence of knowing he can do literally anything he wants.  I remember when The Social Network came out my friend John said something to the effect of, “this Armie Hammer guy HAS to play Superman,” and I agreed, wholeheartedly.  Now I’m all like, “Armie WHO?  Cavill’s the man!”  Now that we’re done with angsty-Kent, I can’t wait to see more Superman-as-Superman dialogue in the years to come.

Michael Shannon’s Zod was cool.  I like that there was a point to why he turned into this seemingly megalomaniacal baddie, and that he played it perfectly.  Terrence Stamp was great 30 years ago for playing it like an operatic, holier-than-thou, spoiled Roman-emperor type, but here it’s the military vs. the scientists thing that made Shannon menacing.  Sort of like a much huger scale version of Day Of The Dead, I suppose, just with a (slightly) better performance (no offense, Joey Pilato, my boy.  You rock.) (Look it up, kids).

Amy Adams?  Not so much.  I like her.  And, actually, I think the issues with her in this movie are the movie’s fault.  She felt a bit shoehorned in (as did the rest of the Daily Planet peeps).  I think we were supposed to be more interested in her discoveries relating to this mystery man travelling the world and doing impossible feats, but since we’re shown said feats, Lois Lane’s arc becomes a bit redundant.  Let’s see what happens in the next go-around, I guess.

…and speaking, again, of the next go-around… Lex Luthor?  We saw a couple of LexCorp trucks as “easter eggs” here, so, maybe he’ll show up, and maybe he’ll be really pissed off because this so-called hero had a hand in destroying half of the city.  And, more importantly, maybe half of Lex’s expensive real estate.  I dunno how to translate that into film-worthy conflict, but that’s because I’m no screenwriter.  I’ll leave it to Snyder & Co. to figure that one out over the next few years.  With a little less shaky-cam, if we’re lucky.

Um… after rereading everything above I realize I’m sounding more negative than intended about Man Of Steel.  I, like most, grew up loving Christopher Reeves’ Superman movies, and felt kinda burned by 2006’s Superman Returns (wait… is that “burned,” or “bored“?  Latter).  So, really, there was no choice but to scrutinize this year’s reimagining as if through a microscope.  This is why pointing out the questionable bits sort of took over here.  Now that it’s off my chest, I have little doubt that my next viewing, likely at home in a few months, will be more laid-back and positive, focusing on all of the things that are right about Man Of Steel.  Because there are a lot of them.  It’s a really good flick, and you should see it.  There.  Fixed.

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Part 4 HERE.


2013 Midterms, Part 2: May The Force Live Long And Prosper.

Click HERE for Part 1.

Moving right along…

…I think there’s a pseudo-review buried somewhere in the ramblings below. Happy Hunting.

Star Trek Into Darkness (or, Star Wars Episode VI 1/2: Vengeance Of The Khan):

Here’s where I stand on the whole Star Trek thing: I love it. I’m talking the original series and its six movies. I don’t really have much in the way of nice things to say about the “Next Generation” shows (or “Enterprise”) beyond “there were a couple of really good episodes and a passable movie or two,” so I’m definitely not going to dwell on any of that. But, yes, I love Kirk, Spock, Bones, and the whole original Star Trek thing. I’m definitely not a Trekkie (or Trekker, or whatever nickname the hardcore fans feel the need to label themselves with). My gateway drug came in 1982 with Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan (or, more specifically, whenever it ended up on Showtime/HBO). I mean, I already knew the basic mythos through osmosis- Kirk was the brave maverick ladykiller, Spock was the logical one, McCoy was emotional, Scotty was, uh… Scottish… but it was Wrath Of Khan that got me watching everything else. And, full disclosure here, I haven’t even seen all of the original episodes. I own them all (those remastered HD Blu-Rays are really, really great, you guys), and I pop them in every once in a while, so someday I will have seen them, but there are a small handful that I’ve missed. And I’m cool with that. If I was even half as obsessive about consuming (and re-consuming) all things Trek as some people are, I’d have grown tired of it years ago.

OK. So.

Star Trek Into Darkness is not a great Star Trek movie, considering the decades-spanning quality of the source material. But I had a friggin’ blast.

Random thought/tangent: A director is given all the pieces of a puzzle and it’s his job to put it together. But he doesn’t always create the pieces. Independent films often have the luxury of having the director wear many hats- producer, writer, editor, sometimes actor… but on a big Hollywood blowout like this, somebody “famous” like J. J. Abrams is basically a glorified hired gun. A big studio basically says, “come in and make something great out of the tools we’re giving you.” Problem is, sometimes, mixed in with the pneumatic screwdriver, the variable speed orbital sanders, the heavy-duty Milwaukee Sawzalls, and the Titan Powrliner 850 Airless Spray Painters is a plain old ball peen hammer. But there’s no time to go out and buy a DeWalt nail gun, as you need to get this deck built by 5PM. And, hey, a hammer still works… it just doesn’t get the job done with style. Writers Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman are that hammer. And, given the amount of work Double-J is doing these days, squeezing him in for a second go-around on this new franchise means getting down on his hands and knees and pounding that nail. It also means the Spray Painter is going to get some serious overtime to make some of those bent, off-center nails look as good as possible.

Yeah, uh… I got a little off track there. But you get what I’m trying to say, right?*

So, the movie- it’s fun. I still like all of these newbies’ takes on their characters (Sulu, Chekov, and even Bones are a little underused, but they’re all great). I liked the idea that this Federation, because of the events of the first 10 minutes of Trek 2009, has to struggle to be the peaceful organization of the days of yore. I liked the retooling of Season 1’s Space Seed, in the context of what I just mentioned, of course, but also in the context of modern-day world issues like terrorism and the fallout caused by nouveau-empire-building. I liked Benedict Cumberbatch’s Khan (yes, that’s at least partly due to my Cumberbatch man-crush). I liked the pacing. I liked the FX. I liked the spectacle of it all.

I didn’t like the writing… but you knew that already. Literally all of the things I mentioned in that last paragraph I liked because I recognized the basic ideas Orci & Kurtzman tried, albeit ham-handedly, to present to us. I didn’t like the opening sequence (too much emphasis on “cute,” not enough (if any) emphasis on logical storytelling. (Why did Kirk steal a scroll from the natives? Because it initiated a movie-opening chase sequence, dummy!)). I didn’t like that, when all was said and done, this was another origin story. I didn’t like Alice Eve. I didn’t like the obligatory Nimoy cameo (although, I’ve been told that in a crowded theater that was a more electric moment) I’ve never jumped on the “JJ Lens Flare” hate bandwagon, but I definitely didn’t like that his response to everyone else doing so was to triple his use of them here.

OK, it’s time to mention Star Wars.

I’ve never subscribed to the idea that you are either a Star Trek person or a Star Wars person. I have lived most of my life as a fan of both, through both the peaks and the gungans valleys. Just because both have spaceships shooting energy weapons doesn’t mean they’re in the same ballpark. That would be like saying Home Alone and Pan’s Labyrinth are cinematic equivalents because they both feature a child protagonist. The biggest difference between the two, on a very (very) basic level, is that Star Trek deals heavily with the science part of sci-fi, while Star Wars leans more heavily on the fiction part. If Kirk & Co. are trying to figure out how to heal this creature they found in a cave, Spock is going to explain why normal medicine isn’t going to work because the creature is a silicone-based life form. In Star Wars, a freezing, injured, dying-from-exposure Luke Skywalker can just be thrown into a tank with tubes coming out of him and we understand that’s just how healing gets done. In Star Trek you may get an explanation on how phasers work in order to to set up why one needs to be recalibrated (for plot purposes, or something). In Star Wars, blasters work because they’re guns, and we know what guns do (no one ever had to explain how Josey Wales’ Colt Walker 1847 worked…). In Star Trek, Khan will almost defeat you with the aid of mental and physical prowess. In Star Wars, Darth Vader will almost defeat you with the aid of mysticism and faith.

So… why do I bring this up? Because Star Trek Into Darkness is really a Star Wars movie in a United Federation Of Planets uniform. Sure, it references past Trek glories and occasionally uses pseudo-science to explain things, but those explanations take a back seat to spectacle, emotion, and plot momentum. And for some, namely the hardcore Trek peeps, that’s like eating pudding with thumbtacks in it. But it ain’t the first time a beloved franchise (god, I HATE that I just used that word…) has blurred its well-established, very bold line between science and fiction. I refer you to The Phantom Menace and the dumbassery that was midichlorians (god, I hate that I just used THAT word…). If you’re an angry, hardcore Trekker, hell-bent on shaming the world for daring to enjoy this year’s Trek-Lite, now you know how the angry, hardcore Star Wars Heads felt in 1999. So, let’s let the two cancel each other out and move on with our lives, yeah?**

Oh, I also bring it up because it means that with J.J. at the helm, we might actually get a decent Star Wars movie in 2015. Star Trek 2009 and, even moreso, Star Trek Into Darkness feel, to me, a lot like Abrams dipping his toe in the thematic waters of a galaxy far, far away.

Anyway, despite the fact that Star Trek Into Darkness was a big, loud, ADD summer movie, more Star Trek in name than in execution, I’m good with it. We will always have the original series & the original movies, and we can go back and revel in their greatness whenever we want. But when we want, on occasion, to consume the junk food version, brimming with both obscure and blatant “wink-wink” references, unearned partial nudity, big explosions & fisticuffs, and not-so-scientific science, we have 2009’s Star Trek and 2013’s Star Trek Into Darkness. As a person who still enjoys McDonald’s about once a month, I can get behind that.

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*I need to make this clear- I’m not suggesting J. J. Abrams is some kind of major visionary and deserves your undying love. Far from it. If he were more of an artist he’d probably have the time to demand a better script… or even have the basic understanding that he needed one.

**Angry, hardcore Star Trek enthusiasts & angry, hardcore Star Wars fanatics- I love and respect your passion. Seriously. I just don’t dig your attitude sometimes.

Part 3 HERE.


2013 Midterms, Part 1: Bloody, Post-Apocalyptic Metal Men.

I’ve been lazy.  Besides not getting to the theater on any kind of regular basis (March 8th was the first time I even bothered this year), I didn’t do any writing about what I’d seen.  Until now.  This is the order I saw them in (some in theaters, some at home (in italics)).

So, without further ado, here’s Part 1 of my 2013 experience, so far.

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Evil Dead:  Bloodsploitation at its most bloody.  Is “bloodsploitation” a word already?  I’m gonna just assume it isn’t and that I’m the cleverest clever guy on planet Clever for coming up with it.  Cool?  Cool.

There’s some blood in the Evil Dead remake, you guys.

From people slicing off bits of their own faces to people hacking off their own limbs to people using nail guns as projectile weapons to people bludgeoning other people with toilet lids to people burying chainsaws in yet other people’s heads while blood torrents down from the sky… there’s some blood.

Also, there’s a really fun and occasionally scary movie happening during all this bloodplay.  Oh.  “Bloodplay” actually has been used before.  And, uh… it’s grosser than what happens in this movie.  Google it.  But, yeah, as far as remakes go, this will definitely do.  There’s a more grounded feel to it- the demons are all still mostly human-looking (except those eyes, man…), more like crazy, possessed Regan MacNeils than big, puffy beasties, and none of them fly around the cabin, giggling like loons.  And did I mention there’s lots and lots of blood?  Like 50 times more than the 1981 classic (and it is a classic, by the way).  There’s also some tweaks to the characters and plot of the original- the Ash character is now both the first person possessed, the last one standing, and female (“Mia” played by Jane Levy.  She’s a little young for me, but we’ll make it work), and instead of going on a fun vacation, the reason these five people are in a cabin deep in the woods is they’re trying to help her kick her heroin habit.  But a lot of the iconic imagery and situations remain.  We still get a dumbass starting the whole mess by not heeding the warnings and reading the Book Of The Dead aloud, there’s still the “forest is alive” aspect, and there’s still a loosely-chained cellar door barely holding the evil at bay, but it’s all updated to fit the new aesthetic, and it’s all done with such great love and reverence to the original (originals, actually- it’s like Evil Dead 1 & 2 combined) that I never once said to myself, “remakes suck,” like I do at 90% of them.

Also, it’s really very artistic, visually.  Fede Alvarez has a real eye for framing copious amounts of gore.  The aforementioned image of our heroine burying a chainsaw down the throat of the big bad in the pouring bloodrain while the cabin burns behind them is, no joke, one of the most beautiful images of the year so far.  Definitely more beautiful than anything original Evil Dead creator & director Sam Raimi did with that friggin’ Oz movie he made, that’s for damn sure.  But we’ll get to that later…

So, uh, see Evil Dead, if you’re not squeamish.  It’s the first movie I saw in 2013, and it’s still the most fun I’ve had in the theater this year.

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Oblivion: Planet Of The Matrix Wall-E Space Odyssey Apes!  And then some!!

Oblivion is every science fiction movie you’ve ever seen, wrapped up in one slick package.  Sometimes it’s thematic- someone has been left behind on an unliveable Earth to clean the place up, like in Wall-E.  Sometimes it’s visual- recognizeable half-destroyed structures jut out of the landscape, like in Planet Of The Apes.  Sometimes it’s in the design- Tom Cruise flies around in a slick, curvy, aerodynamic ship with rounded blue-flame engines, like in The Phantom Menace.  And sometimes it’s just plain scene-stealing- our heroes fly an enemy vessel into the mothership to destry it from within, like in Independence Day.  Add to that cloning, a human resistance, a forbidden zone, hunter-killer robots, a computer-run ecosystem, a pod-like race through a canyon, and fast-moving creatures showing up on motion-detectors and you’ve got a cornucopia of pretty familiar situations.

You’d think this would have bugged the shit out of me.  It didn’t.

Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, or maybe I was just too tired to care… but I think, actually, that it was simply a pretty good movie with some pretty good performances (Cruise, Morgan Freeman, my new girlfriend Andrea Riseborough, Melissa Leo, Jaime Lannister Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) that elicited some pretty positive reactions in me.  It went with a very specific, uncomfortable tone right from the get-go and stuck with it.  And I’m down with that.  Original?  Not so much.  A classic?  No, but it references several.  Good?  Yeah.  Very good.

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Iron Man 3: I’m loving this Marvel Movie Renaissance.  They’re really starting to take some bold(er) chances, post-AvengersIron Man 3 is the first bit of proof.  They hire Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang‘s Shane Black to write and direct it, and he tells a very personal tale about a man who should be on top of the world he just saved, but instead he’s been reduced to a frightened, obsessed, reclusive ball of uncertainty, that some have opined is Tony Stark suffering from PTSD, following the cosmic events of last year’s big team-up.  Then Black has the sheer audacity to introduce a classic fan-favorite big bad from the comic (and hinted at in the first Iron Man) only to unceremoniously blow the whole thing out of the water with a crazy reveal that completely negates everything the other characters and we, the audience, expected.  And then he goes balls-out and presents us a Tony Stark that spends 2/3 of the movie, including most of the big finale, fighting crime while not wearing the superhero suit that gives us the title of the movie.

And it’s all so very, very great.  This is how you keep it fresh, kids.  I mean, I dug Man Of Steel, but with its city-in-peril destruction and “enemies from out there, somewhere” aesthetic, it’s trying so hard to capitalize on The Avengers that it gets one-upped by this smaller tale of one man’s personal growth.  I guess Iron is stronger than Steel.

Anyway, the Iron Man returnees (RDJ, Paltrow, Cheadle, et al.) continue to bring top-notch character interaction and evolution, and the newcomers (namely Guy Pearce as “Aldrich Killian,” Ben Kingsley as “The Mandarin,” and Rebecca Hall as “Maya Hansen”) work as perfect, unexpected foils for them.  And, really, it’s the movie’s rich characters that season it to perfection.  The action is just frosting.

If you felt burned by the sheer excess of Iron Man 2 (I didn’t, but I get it if you did) and that kept you from checking out 3, do yourself a favor and see if it’s still playing near you.  If not, get on it when it’s available at home.  Yeah, there’s a veritable army of Iron on display here, but this time it’s all in service of the more important half of the equation- the Man.

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P.S.  Next up for the Marvel people and their bold choices- Thor: The Dark World.  Apparently it’s full of Dark Elves and fantasy realms, and possibly very little in the way of Earth.  Not to mention next year’s Guardians Of The Galaxy, which features a tree-man and a talking raccoon with guns.  Yeah, shit just got surreal, you guys.

PART 2 HERE!