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            | The
            phrase "direct-to-video" is not one that tends to instill
            great confidence in the average movie buff. In its ability to lower
            expectations, it is perhaps rivaled only by the words "Starring
            Steven Seagal" (words, not so coincidentally, that are often
            used in conjunction with the phrase "direct-to-video").
            For most consumers, the direct-to-video tag simply means not good
            enough for theatrical release. 
 In actuality, this is hardly a fair assessment of the
            direct-to-video marketplace. For one thing, if you've paid a visit
            to your local Hell Plaza Octoplex in the past... oh, ever, you'll
            know that Hollywood isn't exactly measuring the quality of their
            product by the gold standard. But more importantly, the
            direct-to-video market encompasses a wide range of genres and
            budgets. The biggest piece of the pie lately has come from animation
            with a glut of straight-to-tape/disc sequels and tie-ins to
            big-budget studio features. This trend encompasses everything from
            The Animatrix to the recent
            Chronicles of Riddick spin-off
            Dark Fury to the cheapening of
            the entire history of the Walt Disney Studios. Once in a blue moon,
            the powers-that-be will elevate one of these projects to theatrical
            status (Toy Story 2 is
            probably the most famous example) but for the most part, these
            movies were conceived, born, live and die their entire lives on home
            video.
 
 On the other end of the spectrum lies the ultra-low-budget world of
            horror and softcore erotica. These are feature films produced for a
            budget many, many miles south of the million-dollar mark, often on
            DV, for a specialized audience of dedicated gore and silicone fans.
            This is the domain of the Full Moons, the Shock-O-Ramas, the Tempes
            and yes, the Tromas of the world. A lot of people wouldn't touch
            these movies with somebody else's ten-foot pole but that's their
            loss. A lot of them are terrible, yes, but some display a lot more
            genuine talent and enthusiasm than half a dozen movies like Van
            Helsing. Besides, these is the area that has helped keep
            friends of mine like Trent Haaga and Debbie Rochon in Hot Pockets
            and generic soda for the past several years, so don't knock 'em.
 
 Between these two extremes is a strange netherworld of feature
            films that are unceremoniously dumped onto video without so much as
            a by your leave. These movies boast mid-sized budgets (low budgets
            by studio standards), recognizable if not exactly A-list stars, an
            established director and more often than not, financing either in
            part or in whole by foreign production companies. These movies could
            have and often should have received a theatrical release but for
            whatever reason, did not. Sometimes the American distributor got
            cold feet and shelved the project, casting an immediate shadow of
            failure over the film. Sometimes the movie doesn't even get that far
            and fails to land a theatrical distributor on these shores at all.
            This fate can befall a film for any number of reasons: changes in
            the executive suite at the studio, subject matter that the studio 
            perceives as being culturally troubling at a certain point in time,
            or even "creative differences" between the filmmaker and
            the distributor.
 
 At the moment, it seems likely that something like this will happen
            to the long-delayed film adaptation of Elizabeth Wurtzel's Prozac
            Nation. Directed by Erik Skjoldbjaerg (the Norwegian
            auteur behind the original 1997 Insomnia)
            and starring Christina Ricci, the movie has received mixed reactions
            at the various film festivals it's played since its completion over
            two years ago. Miramax has occasionally announced a release date,
            then changed its mind and as of this writing, the studio has no
            plans to release Prozac Nation
            theatrically. I don't know if the movie's good or bad. I haven't
            seen it. But I would be very surprised if it wasn't at least
            watchable.
 
 The direct-to-video world is a crapshoot, no question about it.
            Major critics don't often review these movies, so you don't really
            have much to go on when you stumble across them in the video store.
            As a public service, I've decided to give three recent
            direct-to-video discs a spin. None of them received a theatrical
            release in the United States. All of them received a theatrical
            release abroad. None of them are terrible. Two of them are in fact
            rather good. All of them could have been released theatrically and
            probably would have made a little bit of money someone had put their
            mind to it. If you don't want to run out and purchase them, they'd
            make fine rental choices for those evenings when Blockbuster is out
            of copies of Mystic River.
 
 Starting from the bottom of the barrel and working our way up...
 
 
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 | Hope
                Springs 
 Oh, those fish-out-of-water romantic comedies.
                How we love 'em. In Hope Springs,
                Colin Firth is the fish and the idyllic New England town of Hope
                is the water. Colin (no, I'm not on a first name basis with Mr.
                Firth, that's the character's name too) is a British artist,
                repressed (as are all British people, at least in films) and
                rebounding from a recently ended engagement. He was attracted to
                Hope after seeing its name on a map and has come to town to do
                portraits of the eccentric townsfolk. Not long after his
                arrival, he meets a free-spirited (as are all American people,
                at least in films) girl named Mandy (Heather Graham). They fall
                for each other and Colin's life seems to be turning around until
                his ex-fiancée Vera (Minnie Driver) shows up eager for
                reconciliation. Whomever will Colin choose?
 
 
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            | Unless
            this is your first movie, there isn't really much suspense in
            finding out the answer to that question. Even in the best romantic
            comedies, there never really is. But Hope
            Springs would have been a better movie if the outcome
            were at least partially in doubt. Unfortunately, not only is it
            painfully obvious that Colin does not want to get back together with
            Vera (he tells her so, point blank, repeatedly), it's never really
            clear what he saw in her in the first place. Vera comes across as a
            horribly vain, selfish woman throughout the movie and Colin is well
            rid of her. Perhaps if we'd seen some glimpse of what kind of life
            they'd led back in London, contrasted with the quieter, homespun
            charms of Hope, we'd be more invested in Colin's dilemma. As it is,
            the dramatic conflicts simply mark time before the end credits roll. 
 Still, Hope Springs isn't a
            completely terrible film and if it had starred Hugh Grant and Sandra
            Bullock instead of Firth and Graham, I'm certain it would have
            received a theatrical run (Two Weeks
            Notice, by way of contrast, is a completely terrible
            film). Hope Springs is quiet,
            unassuming and occasionally charming, not unlike Brassed
            Off and Little Voice,
            two imports also from director Mark Herman. The people of Hope are
            not portrayed as eccentric caricatures. They're not exactly
            fully-developed characters, either, but it's somewhat refreshing to
            see a movie set in a town like this that doesn't feel like either
            Twin Peaks or The
            Andy Griffith Show. Oliver Platt gets a couple of funny
            moments as Hope's self-important mayor and Graham does the best she
            can with a somewhat underdeveloped role. And never underestimate the
            power of Colin Firth. As evidenced by Pride
            & Prejudice, Bridget
            Jones's Diary and Love
            Actually, women adore this dour, curly-haired Englishman.
            Guys, if you want to score some points, bring home a Colin Firth
            movie. Even if she doesn't like the movie itself, she'll be
            impressed that you have bowed down before the power of Firth.
 
 Touchstone's DVD presentation of Hope
            Springs is par for the direct-to-video course. Video and
            audio are both perfectly acceptable, all the more so owing to the
            fact that you've never seen this movie in a theatre and therefore
            have nothing to compare it to. Extras are virtually nil. There's a
            handful of soapy trailers for similar Buena Vista releases like Raising
            Helen and a British EPK-like featurette cleverly titled
            The Making of Hope Springs
            that tells you that the movie was based on a novel by the author of
            The Graduate and basically
            nothing else of any interest.
 
 
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 | Ripley's
                Game 
 No doubt you all remember Anthony Minghella's
                1999 The Talented Mr. Ripley,
                based on the novel by the great Patricia Highsmith and starring
                Matt Damon as the charming sociopath Tom Ripley. Well, New Line
                must have hoped that not only would you remember it, you liked
                it well enough to want a sequel. Only thing is Ripley's
                Game is not a sequel. It's based on the third novel
                in the five-book series. It isn't directed by Minghella, nor
                does it share a single key crew member with his film. And taking
                over the role of Ripley is John Malkovich. Maybe audiences can
                buy Jack Ryan morphing from Alec Baldwin to Harrison Ford to Ben
                Affleck, but Damon to Malkovich? Why, that's just confusing. And
                this, my friends, is the kind of marketing brainteaser that
                inspires studios to shelve a perfectly good movie.
 
 
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            | Ripley's
            Game finds Tom Ripley living in style in Italy. His
            semi-retirement is interrupted by the arrival of Reeves (Ray
            Winstone from Sexy Beast), a
            thuggish ex-partner of Ripley's who demands his help in eliminating
            some Russian mob rivals. Ripley refuses to do it but turns Reeves on
            to a British picture-framer (Dougray Scott), a complete innocent who
            has nothing to lose because he's dying of leukemia. He reluctantly
            agrees and soon both he and Ripley learn the old Godfather,
            Part III lesson, just when you think you're out, they
            pull you back in. 
 If the plot sounds familiar, then you've probably seen Wim Wenders'
            1977 adaptation of the same book, The
            American Friend. Ripley's Game
            is a much different working of the same material and I really
            couldn't say that one is better than the other. However, it's
            extremely interesting to compare the two films (just as it is to
            compare Minghella's film with its predecessor, Rene Clement's 1960
            movie Purple Noon). Both The
            American Friend and Ripley's
            Game have their strengths and weaknesses with a
            preference for one over the other coming down to personal taste.
 
 It's immediately clear, however, why the Ripley character is so
            attractive to actors. In addition to Damon and Malkovich, Dennis
            Hopper played Ripley in The American
            Friend and Alain Delon was the first Ripley back in Purple
            Noon. Ripley is suave, calculating and ruthless and the
            underused Malkovich makes the most of the part. He's funny, sly and
            dangerous, whether he's probing to get to the root of an insult or
            bashing someone's skull in with a wrench. Liliana Cavani, an Italian
            filmmaker best known in this country for her controversial 1974
            movie The Night Porter,
            directed Ripley's Game.
            Perhaps surprisingly, Ripley's Game
            is rather conventional in its dramatic paces and while that works
            against any claim you might make that it's a great film, it works
            very well as a suspense thriller. The production design and
            cinematography are sumptuous, far above the norm for most
            straight-to-video projects, and maestro Ennio Morricone contributes
            a very good score (probably his 1,598th).
 
 New Line spared most expense in bringing Ripley's
            Game to DVD. Picture quality is adequate though hardly an
            A+ effort. There are three sound options including DTS 5.1 and they
            get the job done without impressing beyond reason. As for extras,
            nothing at all apart from a few unrelated New Line trailers.
 
 Ripley's Game is not a great
            movie and there are moments (including some outlines of blood packs
            visible beneath people's shirts) that make you realize why this
            might have skipped the theatrical circuit. But its virtues far
            outweigh its shortcomings and it's definitely worth a rental,
            particularly for fans of John Malkovich.
 
 
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 | Revengers
                Tragedy 
 Back in the mid 1980's, Alex Cox seemed like the
                last person who'd show up in a column like this. Every single
                person I knew had seen and loved his 1984 debut Repo
                Man. He cemented his indie cred with his follow-up,
                the punk biopic Sid & Nancy.
                And then, slowly but surely, his audience started to abandon
                him. First came the punk spaghetti western comedy Straight
                to Hell, a movie I've tried time and time again to
                embrace and just can't no matter how hard I try. And after the
                jumbled, anachronistic Walker,
                many of the people who had adored Alex Cox's first two films
                dismissed him as a self-indulgent two-trick pony.
 
 
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            | So
            what happened to Alex Cox? Personally, I think he had two separate
            but interrelated problems. First, he stayed completely true to his
            own iconoclastic voice, regardless of what critics or audiences
            thought. This is actually admirable and is certainly preferable to a
            filmmaker who sells out completely and loses track of what made
            their movies special to begin with. Second, he had the misfortune to
            spend years working on projects that never got made, at least not
            with him. Over the years, Cox was attached to everything from Fear
            & Loathing in Las Vegas to an adaptation of Marvel's
            Sorcerer Supreme, Dr. Strange
            (which I still think would be one of the most mindbendingly bizarre
            superhero movies ever). Perhaps if Cox had been willing to bend a
            little bit on his personal vision, some of these movies would have
            been made. But would they still have been Alex Cox movies once they
            were finished? 
 Love him or hate him (and I've done both), Alex Cox has earned my
            respect by being one of the few filmmakers who refuses to
            compromise. When you sit down to watch one of his movies, you know
            you're not watching some movie-by-committee. Good or bad, the praise
            or blame belongs solely to Alex Cox. His most recent project, Revengers
            Tragedy, makes its US debut on DVD courtesy of Fantoma.
            Unlike the two movies above, Revengers
            Tragedy did not get a theatrical run because it never got
            a theatrical distributor. Cox is too weird, too personal for a run
            in American cinemas in the 21st century. It's unfortunate because
            Revengers Tragedy, despite
            being based on a 17th century play by Thomas Middleton and set in a
            post-apocalyptic Liverpool, is Cox's most accessible and successful
            film in years.
 
 The story follows Vindici (Christopher Eccleston) as he returns
            home a decade after the powerful Duke (Derek Jacobi) murdered his
            wife. Vindici is sworn to take his revenge on the Duke and
            insinuates himself with the Duke's power-hungry son Lussurioso
            (Eddie Izzard). Vindici takes his bloody revenge but the movie's
            called Revengers Tragedy, so
            you know he's not going to be riding off into the sunset when it's
            all over.
 
 Revengers Tragedy is part of a
            tradition I call visual updating. That is, the text of Middleton's
            Jacobean play is left virtually intact but the costumes, sets, and
            music are rocketed centuries forward. When this is done well, you
            can get a movie like Richard Loncraine's Richard
            III with Ian McKellan. When it's done poorly, you get Baz
            Luhrmann. With Revengers Tragedy,
            Alex Cox does it very well indeed. It works in his favor that
            Middleton's play is much less well-known than anything by
            Shakespeare, so the updated costumes and techno score by erstwhile
            tubthumpers Chumbawamba are not as jarring as they might have been.
            But also, Cox remains consistent to his own vision, creating a
            believably bizarre Liverpool dominated by jumbo video screens and
            populated by knife-throwers, Beefeaters, and royal grudge matches
            decided with a game of foosball.
 
 When you first hear that Alex Cox is directing a Jacobean tragedy,
            you might expect the casting to be as bizarre and outlandish as the
            visual palette. But wisely, Cox plays it straight with a roster of
            accomplished actors led by Christopher Eccleston. Eccleston is a
            perfect choice as Vindici, filling the character with a seething
            hatred that inevitably explodes in mad revenge. Derek Jacobi is no
            stranger to classic theatre, having participated in several of
            Kenneth Branagh's Shakespeare films, and his ease with the language
            raises the bar for everyone else. To his credit, he doesn't shy away
            from Cox's vision, playing the lecher to the hilt. Comedian Eddie
            Izzard might seem to be the ringer in the bunch but he's
            surprisingly good here, more than holding his own against Eccleston
            and Jacobi.
 
 Once again, Fantoma gives the major studios a lesson in how to give
            an obscure, essentially direct-to-video title a proper DVD release.
            Picture and 5.1 sound are very good here, on par if not better than
            the work done by New Line. Cox and Izzard contribute a lively audio
            commentary that succeeds at being both amusing and informative. A
            30-minute documentary provides background into the text as well as
            Cox's history with it and his working methods. Also included are
            four featurettes of variable quality, the 2001 Cannes Promo that Cox
            produced to help get funding for the project, a deleted scene, and a
            gallery of production art and storyboards. Finally, the insert
            provides a few interesting excerpts from Cox's online journal.
 
 Revengers Tragedy proves that
            you don't need theatrical distribution to produce a high-quality
            feature film. And in this case, it may have even helped that the
            movie wasn't released theatrically. A major studio wouldn't have
            lavished half the care on the DVD that Fantoma has. Revengers
            Tragedy also proves that taking a chance on a completely
            unknown quantity can sometimes yield great things. If you're like
            me, you probably had no idea that Alex Cox was still active in
            filmmaking. It's good to see that he's not only still out there,
            he's still answering to no one but himself.
 
 Adam Jahnke
 ajahnke@thedigitalbits.com
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