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o' the morning, afternoon or evening, e-mail-checkers! Welcome to
the latest in Electric Theatre
technology. Kind of an abbreviated edition this time. Thanks to
travel and other pesky real world obligations, I didn't get a chance
to viddy as many horrorshows as usual, O my brothers. I know, I
know... I feel listless and out of sorts over it my-own-self. But
what J.E.T. #6 lacks in
quantity, it hopefully makes up in quality. I've got two very fine
movies for you to check out that you probably haven't heard of and
there are even plenty of giggles to be found in the Octoplex. But
first, are you man enough for this week's A-Picture?
The
A-Picture - Sin City
Every so often, you're lucky enough to see a movie unlike anything
you've seen before. When that happens with me, it's like
rediscovering what made me fall in love with the movies in the first
place. In the case of Sin City,
however, I have seen this before. Exactly. In the pages of Frank
Miller's comic books (or, if you wanna be all snobby about it, "graphic
novels"). There is not a single frame of Miller and Robert
Rodriguez's movie version of Sin City
that I haven't seen before on the page. But somehow, Rodriguez
figured out how to make the damn things move. That would be
impressive in any case but considering how stylized Miller's
drawings are, the achievement is downright extraordinary. If you're
not familiar with the comic, Sin City
adapts three of Miller's yarns into one hellzapoppin' flick. In one
tale, Mickey Rourke plays Marv, a brutal hulk after the silent
cannibal who killed the only woman to ever show him any kindness. In
another, Clive Owen is Dwight, an ex-photojournalist caught in the
middle of a turf war between Sin City's hookers and the mob. And in
the third (based on my favorite Sin City
book), Bruce Willis is Hartigan, a cop who rescues a little girl
from a child molester, then ends up framed for the crime himself.
The entire cast is totally committed to the project, impressive
considering the fact that they were acting in front of green screens
and couldn't possibly have known if the experiment would work or
not. As it happens, it does. As is almost always the case, the books
are better and if the movie has a flaw, it's that it's basically
just an abridged version of the comics. But in this case, that's OK.
I don't think Robert Rodriguez is necessarily a great filmmaker but
I'd be hard-pressed to name anybody else so obviously in love with
the tricks of the trade. That enthusiasm goes a long way in every
one of his films. With Sin City,
his joy was infectious and you can see it spreading across the
screen in every garish frame. I may very well see better films than
Sin City this year. But I
doubt I'll see one as much fun. (****)
Bad Boy Bubby
For the first 35 years of his life, Bubby (Nicholas Hope) has lived
in a windowless one-room apartment with his mother, who has him
convinced that the air outside is poisonous. But when his father
turns up, Bubby is forced to confront the world without. This
controversial 1993 Australian film directed by Rolf De Heer received
very little attention here in the States but is well worth checking
out if you're in the mood for something a bit more adventurous. I
don't think it's entirely successful and it goes on a bit long for
my taste but the scenes that do work are borderline genius. The
first 20-30 minutes of the film, confined to that one room, are
almost unbearably intense and uncomfortable. But when the film opens
up, it's funny and surprisingly touching. Hope's performance is
terrific and the experimental cinematography and sound are often
brilliant. Bad Boy Bubby is an
imperfect movie with lofty ambitions and I'd rather watch one of
those than a dozen expertly made Hollywood blockbusters.
(***)
Happy Accidents
If Bad Boy Bubby is an
acquired taste, Happy Accidents
is a cult movie that I have no hesitation recommending to anyone and
everyone. Marisa Tomei stars as a woman whose new boyfriend (Vincent
D'Onofrio) is just about perfect. He's smart, funny, caring, has a
good job. Only problem is that he claims to be from four hundred
years in the future. Using the great experimental short film La
Jetee as its inspiration, writer/director Brad Anderson's
romantic comedy is charming and intelligent. And as a science
fiction film, in some ways it trumps the other La
Jetee remake, Twelve Monkeys.
In that movie, it was pretty obvious to the audience that Bruce
Willis really was a time traveler and not just crazy. In Happy
Accidents, there's a great deal of uncertainty about how
many marbles D'Onofrio is still in possession of. This is a very
good movie and I'm surprised it isn't better known.
(***)
Now
Playing at the Hell Plaza Octoplex - St. Elmo's Fire
I almost feel bad sticking this movie in the Octoplex. I mean, it
isn't the worst movie ever made. It isn't even the worst movie
directed by Cinema Antichrist Joel Schumacher. And I certainly get a
kick out of watching it. But God, is this movie retarded. Seven of
the 80s most beloved Brat-Packers and their stylish coats star in
this over-directed, over-designed bit of self-indulgent tripe. Oh,
there are laffs a'plenty... from Emilio Estevez's "romantic"
obsession over Andie MacDowell (which crosses over into creepy
stalking almost immediately) to Demi Moore's apathetic suicide
attempt (sitting in front of an open window while blue curtains
billow around her). But if you want laughs, perhaps you should watch
a comedy instead. Those of you who remember the movie... altogether
now... boogeda-boogeda-boogeda-ah-ah-ah!! (*
½)
So endeth the lesson of the Electric
Theatre. See you all back here in two weeks time with
more titles to make you scratch your head and wonder, "Now why
the hell did he bother to watch that?"
Adam Jahnke
ajahnke@thedigitalbits.com
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