Monday, August 31, 2020

The Short Films of Marc Cartwright

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
Images from the Internet

The Short Films of Marc Cartwright

Sloven
Directed by Marc Cartwright
Glass Cabin Films
6:40 minutes; 2015
What would you do if you came home and allegedly your roommate made a mess of the apartment on Halloween, smoked your weed, and drank your drank? This is what Steve (Baker Chase Powell) is facing, getting ready (with one of the silliest, least-work costumes I’ve seen in a while; just my style… one year I taped a 6-inch “0” on my chest and went as part of a binomial system… got honorary mention, I kid you know, but I digress…) to meet his girlfriend at a holiday party. The film floats along on a bit of tension, and then there’s the jump scare. Reminds me a little of the work of David F. Sandberg, who also ventures in this arena (though I don’t think either director is feeding off the other). This reminds me also of Cartwrights 15-second film “Savor” (see below). Essentially a one-person (plus two voices) piece that is effective and fun. It’s also just the right length for what it is, to build the tension and then explode it.
Full film:

Vexed
Directed by Marc Cartwright
Glass Cabin Films
12:59 minutes; 2016
Leah (Nosheen Phoenix) is in a situation many of us can understand. She loves horror films, but her boyfriend Nick (Baker Chase Powell, who also wrote this) is more into checking his Instagram and comedies. That’s all well and good until he starts living in a nightmare of doppelgangers, demons and malevolent happenings in their apartment or possible multiverses. Cartwright’s direction gets us seeing what Nick sees (and misses) is appropriately creepy, and at the same time tense. What would you do if you were suddenly trapped in a horror film, either being a horror fan or not? Would you hide under the covers or go check out the sounds? The editing here is sharp and there is also an underlying sense of humor (such as, in the middle of a crisis, wondering why your partner changed their phone password). This is an award winning short, and it’s certainly no surprise to me, as it’s taut, tense and has a self-referential nod to horror films that is spot on.
Full film:

Savor
Directed by Marc Cartwright
Glass Cabin Films
0:15 minutes; 2016
Reviewed HERE

We Die Alone
Directed by Marc Cartwright
Glass Cabin Films; GMG Pictures
23:43 minutes; 2019
Aiden (Baker Chase Powell), is desperate. He is hyper-shy and timid, and lives in a fantasy world of dating and wants to“make a connection,” but keeps ghosting people he meets online. His older co-worker Elaine (soap opera star Ashley Jones) is desperate. She’s lonely and tired of being treated badly by men; she has affections for Aiden, but there is the age difference. Moving across the hall from Aiden is Chelsea (Samantha Boscarino), who is also desperate, moving from place to place to escape from her past. What happens when a potential sociopath meets a woman who is living on the edge of her life? That’s the direction of the film, which has so many curves and unexpected twists to keep any thriller fan on the edge of their seat. Incredibly well made and acted, each of the characters brings to the story elements that form an eddy of tension with the viewer sitting on the edge, waiting to just drop into the abyss. Through it all, thanks to us hearing their inner thoughts and action narrations, we can feel sympathy for them even as they do things that are shocking and abhorrent. Well done.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Review: Sinful


Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
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Sinful
Directed by Rich Mallery
CineRidge Entertainment; Cinema Epoch; Napalm Love Productions
75 minutes, 2020
www.madsincinema.com

For a pandemic, the gay community is the one to look for when it comes to dealing with it day to day. Their experience with AIDS has – er – grandfathered them (sorry about that term) into being years ahead of most. While sure, it more directly killed gay men, it was their lesbian sisters who often were the caregivers, so they still experienced that loss first-hand.

Why bring this up for this review? Two reasons: first, the film is based on the occurrences around a newly-married lesbian couple, Salem (Nicole D’Angelo) and Remy (Christine Lo), and that it was filmed in the middle of the first wave of the COVID-19 pandemic. There has been a lot of art that has come out of the isolation the disease has brought, and cinema is certainly included.

A pandemic calls for a small cast, and this one consists of a trio, including the two mentioned above and a mysterious masked man (Chris Spinelli) who shows up on occasion, and disappears just as fast. These three actors have been working on films together for a while now (e.g., Choke and Acrylic), so they are comfortable around each other and feeding off the other’s energy. This is important in creating cinematic synergy.

Salem and Remy are recently married and on the run from a bloody, “horrific” (as the film’s descriptor states on IMDB) crime, waiting in a house for some new identification to beat it on the lam. But their paranoia is deep and their distrust for anyone, including each other on occasion, tends to get the better of them. This is especially true with high-strung Remy, who is on the verge of a breakdown (or appears to be), while Salem is trying to hold it all together and be solid, but even she is having the heebie-jeebies (wishing she were at CBGBs?).

The film is essentially a character study of these two women, and how they are either coping – or trying to – with various levels of success. The tables often change and the dance around each other and their situation ebbs and flows.

This is a psychological drama more than a “horror thriller,” though there are hints to support both classifications. Sure, they might be in a multi-dimensional space where things repeat or change, it may all be in their increasingly paranoid minds, or perhaps this house is like a The Twilight Zone episode and they actually are in purgatory (hell?). It’s often left up to the viewer to decide.

Nearly everything is sparse, from the walls to the hallways, to the fact that you can’t see out the windows, giving the film a bit of claustrophobia and paranoia to the viewer as well. The skewed angles also throw us off a bit as I try to put it together with the two protagonists. And what’s with the pop-up man in a mask? The personification of guilt? Well, I am certainly not going to tell you.

As I said, the two leads play off of each other’s energies really well. Lo may get a bit shrill at times as Remy tries to sort out what she’s doing and what is happening, and D’Angelo does well to show emotion on her face as Salem is torn between her love for Remy, not wanting to get caught, and trying to find patience while the new IDs are out there somewhere. While Chris Spinelli doesn’t do much other than stand around in a mask, I have seen him in other works recently, and I have no question the man can act.

The film is emotionally draining, between the pent up fear of the characters, the shifting of the plot line to match the tilting of the camera angles, and even the complexity of the story against the starkness of the setting. We are thrust into a situation of panic, fear, and varying levels of trust, and we just have to hold on for the ride.

It is a well-scripted story, the acting is at times breathtaking, and the direction by Rich Mallery shows a sense of style that makes me want to see more.

The film is available on various media platforms, and will soon be available on Blu-ray.


Thursday, August 20, 2020

Review: Irrational Fear


Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
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Irrational Fear
Directed by Hunter Johnson
Slasher Studios; LAHorror.com; Terror Films
98 minutes, 2017 / 2020

Unless someone has a true phobia (aka an irrational fear), rather than just a normal one, even if it is only perceived rather than real, it’s hard to understand the torment that it can play with the everyday living of a normal life. I’m afraid of bees, but if one is on the other side of the window, I don’t freak out and can get close (unless it’s on me or buzzing near my ear). I have a fear, but not an irrational one. This film examines the more extreme form, where it feels like a matter of life or death.

One of my biggest fears is a film taking a really long time to spin its wheels before the action really starts. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but in this case, it’s a full half hour of exposition before the story actually gets anywhere (not counting the mandatory prologue where a woman wearing a Freddy K-style striped sweater reacts to her fear of being laughed at). As a side note here, the opening credits look great.

Charles Chudabala and Baker Chase Powell
Diminutive college psychology professor Dr. Sanders (Charles Chudabala) is the big man on the project presented, and he and his graduate student / assistant, Zach (Baker Chase Powell, who was also great in 2019’s Dolemite is My Name) takes a group of – phobia-ites? – to a lake house at Crivitz, Wisconsin, to do research into curing phobias; but not a cabin in the woods, as you can see the neighboring homes in the distance when they pull up. The group of six (not counting the Doc and Zach) are an odd bunch, including the lovely Taylor (Leah Wiseman) who doesn’t like being touched; child-like germaphobe Jake (Kaleb Shorey) and his anger-prone father with a tooth fixation, Nat (Tom McCarthy); high school jock Cameron (Mathias Blake) who is afraid of “choking” during his games; Kelly (Jennifer Nagle aka horror hostess Malvolia, the Queen of Screams) who is self-conscious about her self-appearance; and bad-tempered alcoholic Helen (Cati Glidewell), suffering from a fear of water… you know the lake right outside back is going to come into being a factor. In other words, there is a nice opportunity for a large body count, and that’s important, am I right? Who out there has a fear of seeing a horror film with a low kill rate?

Leah Wiseman
It’s told right off the bat (so I’m not giving anything away) that Taylor and Zach have a history having grown up a few houses apart, and that this is a group that is angry and, naturally, scared to open up. Hence, phobias. The collection of personalities kind of reminds me of Shirley Jackson’s novel The Haunting of Hill House (and it’s subsequent 1963 film, The Haunting) where a scientist gathers some people together who have had strange psychic phenomenon events occur around them into a haunted house to see what happens.

People being tortured by their own fears is hardly a new premise, and has been done a few times before, but because they talk about common fears (times ten), it’s something many in the audience can identify with; thankfully it’s not the cliché tropes like spiders and snakes. Here, wisely, the fears are about more common things like germs, water and being touched. So of course, these dreads are just the lynchpin to the story for when a supernatural element is introduced, somehow reminding me of Thir13en Ghosts (the 2001 version; the posters are even similar, and Wiseman has a Shannon Elizabeth vibe).

There is definitely also an element of Evil Dead (1981) as people start to disappear, one by one. Sure, no one comes back as demons, but the way “spirits” influence what happens around them, indicates there’s malevolence about. Sometimes we see the action, other times it’s off camera (budget constraints is my guess), but as things fall apart, the doctor tries mightily to keep shit together while others are freaking out. Personally, I would be with the latter group, and in fact, would be outta there. Go to one of the houses down the block, call a cab, order it to the local police, and “buh-bye.”

Cati Glidewell
The film wisely plays around with who is good and who is bad, though it’s pretty obvious from the outset if you are familiar with these kinds of things. Still, events and reasons are not what one expects (well, for me, anyway), and for that I’m happy as I love when a story line catches me by surprise; even if I know who did it, the reason why is usually where the big a-ha­ moments come in.

There is no gore in the film, but it gets a bit bloody at times, and all the SFX are practical, rather than digital. And in the out there department of nothing to do with nothing, though I am not sure of its significance, I found it interesting that there is a minor theme of strings of lights that are placed around rooms, both at the house and even in Taylor’s room at home (if the filmmakers want to say in the comments, I’d appreciate it). But that’s neither here nor there.

Despite the slight nod to Friday the 13th (1980), the end is manic and a bit over the top, if not a bit predictable, but it’s hyper fun, and that is the end point for which a film should be going. The story seems to be pulling in a couple of different directions in a form of distraction to what is really happening, but even with it’s slightly amateurish feel, and a couple of lags here and there that could have been cut, it really is a diamond in the rough, and I kinda like that.


Saturday, August 15, 2020

Review: Death Drop Gorgeous


Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
Images from the Internet


Death Drop Gorgeous
Directed by Michael J. Ahern, Christopher Dalpe and Brandon Perras-Sanchez
104 minutes, 2020

Wow, there is getting to be a whole, new subgenre in the horror field (of course it is in the independent realm) centered around the LGBTQ+(etc.) market. I’m enjoying watching the number of films expand. There was a time when if there was a gay character, they were either there for “comedy relief,” or if it were a drama, they had to die by the end (The Children’s Hour, arguably A Separate Peace, etc.).

Christopher Dalpe, Wayne Gonsalves
On the other hand, shows like “Queer Eye” (2003) and various Ru Paul projects (including “AJ and the Queen”) have helped open up the mass culture to the positive side of drag queens. Personally, I believe this acceptance is also a larger backlash against anti-gay nonsense from televangelists and bullies like the Westboro Church. Drag queens have always been cool, but the mass populace is only recently getting wind of that perfume.

But now, and rightfully so, the Pride pride of lions have pulled out their claws, shaved their manes, added some powder, and have started to reclaim their own cinema paths, in this case in the slasher vein.

Michael McAdam
For this tale, after the prologue kill (straight or gay, the slasher tropes gods must be satisfied and there will be sacrifices), Dwayne (Wayne Gonsalves) has just moved back to Providence, RI (which has a very thriving gay community in real life as well as reel life), and to celebrate a new position as a bartender, he and effeminate pal Brian (Christopher Dalpe) go out to that same cleverly named drag bar, the Aut Haus (pronounced “Out House”), run by mafioso type Tony Two Fingers (Brandon Perras-Sanchez), who seems to be in constant screaming profanity mode.

Following a murder, two sketchy bear detectives, who use multiple homophobic slurs, are on the case: Detective O’Hara (Michael J. Ahern) and Detective Barry (Sean Murphy). Their closeness hints that even though they may be straight, there is something subtly going on with these two which is never explicitly explored. They are just two of the many interesting characters we get to meet along the way to the multiple slaughters, such as wonderfully deadpan Tragedi (Matthew Cicero aka Complete Destruction), washed up and aging alcoholic Gloria Hole (Michael McAdam), and bitch-in-a-bucket Janet Fitness (Matthew Pidge), who has the great line on the poster: “If you’re going to have two faces, at least make one of them pretty.” There is a large cast in this small production, but I’ll discuss more of that later.

Sean Murphy and Michael J. Ahern
One of the things I like about this production is that drag queens are playing the drag queens, rather than non-professionals filling a role. In the credits, we see the non-drag and drag names of the actors, such as the wonderful Johnny Sederquist, who is professionally known as Ninny Nothin.

While this is a very small film with an even tinier budget, it is also big, loud, and proud. This is especially notable in that this was created by essentially a crew of five people (three of them co-directors and writers), and a cast from the Providence area (I recognized more than one from another local filmmaker’s releases) that is filled with affection and quite a bit of on-screen bitchiness (which I found a tad stereotypical, though I fully admit I have only touched the drag world rather than immersed in it). There is also a noticeably short and extremely bright-eyed cameo by Linnea Quigley near the end that made me smile, as scream queens more than drag queens are something about which I have a bit of knowledge, especially from her generation (but I digress…).

Complete Destruction
The gore is plentiful and explicit, being extremely graphic without being pornographic…though one scene does come quite close. It’s beautiful to watch and revel in the flow of the red, in a kind of retelling of an old Hungarian legend. Again, considering the budgetary constraints, this film actually has quite a large body count, in various forms of dress, undressed, and dressed to kill. That includes a couple of characters that come as a surprise, and I found kind of emotional.

While this is mostly played for drama, there is a real spark of humor throughout, more so in dialogue, which is often done in throwaway lines that, if you catch it, can definitely make you laugh. One example is Brian saying to Dwayne, “You can stay here as long as you like. Especially since now you have a job.” If you’re looking for witty and catty Bette Davis-level insults, you’ve come to the right place.

Matthew Pidge
 For a new cinematic cabal, I was truly pleasantly surprised by how well they worked together, and how professional the output was. Sure, the acting is a bit over the top here and there, but there were quite a few gems, like Cicero and Dalpe, both of whom play characters that are initially a bit on the annoying side, but by half-way in, you’re hoping to see them pop up again. There is even some character development with some of the cast, and that is hard to find in a slasher, again, especially with this high a body count.

I am really hoping that this troupe finds financing to keep going, because if this is the level in which they start, maybe they can take the viewer to somewhere over the rainbow.


Monday, August 10, 2020

Review: Heartbeat


Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
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Heartbeat
Directed by Gregory Hatanaka
CineRidge Entertainment; Cinema Epoch; Mad Sin Cinema
73 minutes, 2020
www.madsincinema.com

For his third feature release of the year (with another one, Quarantine Girl, expected by year-end), prolific director Gregory Hatanaka has gathered his standard troupe of players and delivered a bit of a different twist of a thriller. There is so much cast overlap with his last film, Choke (reviewed on this blog), I wonder if they were filmed concurrently. The reason I believe that is quite often the smaller the role in Choke, the more prominent the one in Heartbeat, and vicey-versey (yes, I’m leaving it that way).

Nicole D'Angelo
Jennifer (Nicole D’Angelo) is a hard-bitten and prickly news journalist who has written about a company recently, whose employees and owners are getting whacked. We get to see one of them in the prolog, which is beautifully done, though the victim (Sarah Brine, the star of Choke), is stabbed with a barber’s razor? This type of instrument is meant for slashing, not for stabbing, due to its blunt, flat top, but I’m nit-picking.

For slashing, not stabbing
What I find interesting, and I mean this not as a criticism, is that for an award-winning investigative journalist, Jennifer doesn’t really seem to be very inquisitive. When a photographer, Rick (Shane Ryan), tries to show her the connection between the murders and the article she wrote, even with evidence, she brushes him off. I feel that a good journalist would see this as another article, possibly award winning, and would jump on it. Our gal is too aloof. She has trouble even entertaining helping the local police detective on the case, Santoro (Chris Spinelli).

She’s also that way with an ex-boyfriend, the Norwegian-named Torsten (Scott Butler) – which means Thor’s Hammer, or literally, Thor’s Stone – who is a bit aggro with her boss, so I can understand why she dumped him, though they are pretty similar in the bellicosity department. Jennifer, albeit the protagonist, doesn’t really seem to try to ingratiate herself with the audience, but perhaps as the plot thickens, she’ll become less hostile like a good heroine (I’m 20 minutes in at this point); she seems to lead an extraordinarily lonely and mundane life for such an exciting profession. Though, I must add that the fact that she doesn’t follow the expected lead’s stereotypical pattern is a brave step, and I applaud it.

As the death toll rises, it circles around Jennifer until it is bound to be directed at her, much like the Saltsraumen Maelstrom, a strong eddy that whirls around her, dragging her into the fray.

Chris Spinelli
The film has an Italian giallo feel, sort of like Dario Argento’s Bird with the Crystal Plumage (aka L’uccello dale piume di cristallo, 1970), though the whispery voice on the phone, especially for the first kill during the prolog, sounds a bit like the quacky one from Leo Fulci’s The New York Ripper (aka Lo squartatore di New York, 1982).

The acting of the leads, or at least the usual suspects of what I’ll call Hatanaka’s troupe, is rather good. D’Angelo, despite her character’s bristle, does well in the lead role, making her interesting even if not overly likeable, which is a decent balancing act. Spinelli is pretty solid as the detective, easing his way into Jennifer’s life. Ryan plays against type by becoming a nerdy, almost simple-minded photographer who takes candid pictures (snap-snap, grin-grin, wink-wink, say no more) of events and people through their window, obsessing a bit on Jennifer.

With a few of the minor roles, the actors sometimes seem to stumble over their lines. Ah, the joys of indie film making; as usual, you get a mixed bag. It is part of the fun of watching these kinds of films, actually. You want perfection? Go watch an A-List overdone production, not one with a heart, like this one. But I kinda digress…

For an indie, low-budget film, this is certainly well populated with characters, which is noteworthy. And with all these people floating in and out of the story, thirty minutes in, I had it down to three suspects. Though despite the gruesome murders, like most giallos, this is essentially a crime drama about the Chinese mob and, well, I won’t go into it and give it away.

Share Ryan
The kills never come as a surprise. They are always telegraphed by POV shots and, well, the plotlines. Despite the blood, there is nothing actually gory and this relies more on the story and the fact that people are murdered to further the action, rather than just relying on SFX splatter, like Argento and Fulci did in the 1980s. Also, again, there’s that budget.

At 40 minutes, I was back down to one suspect, the first one I picked. I won’t give away who it is nor who it isn’t, as I’m not that kind of reviewer, but I will say I was right. The location of one of the murders was the giveaway for me. But that’s okay, and honestly, that’s part of why I like these kinds of films, trying to figure it out along with the protagonist.

If there is one real fault I would pick, it would be that the soundtrack is sometimes turned up too high, which at times makes it hard to hear the dialogue, such as in the final reveal. I had to watch the ending a couple of times to make out what was being said over the plunking piano and high-pitched screech on the music track. I wish I could have had some subtitles.

The story is both simple and complex at the same time, which is part of what works. It’s simple in that it goes in pretty much a straight line, and doesn’t get bogged down in complexity, even as the viewer wonders why something is happening (that will be eventually explained). The complex part is the myriad of characters, including some mandatory red herrings, that get thrown at us to help try to throw us off the track.

Is it a good film? Yes, and an enjoyable way to spend some time if you appreciate this genre. It’s a noble homage to the Italian crime giallo cinema of the 1980s, and it works in style (love the stop frames) and formula. Does it match the likes of Fulci and Argento? Well, my answer to that is, does anyone? As a fan of giallo, I kept finding myself unconsciously nodding when Hatanaka hits the right note, which was often.


Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Short Reviews: Asian Extreme Cinema


      Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
Images from the Internet

The films reviewed here are, in alphabetical order:
Lady Vengeance (2005; Vengeance Trilogy Part 3)
Old Boy (2005; Vengeance Trilogy Part 2)
The Promise (2006)
SPL: Kill Zone (2005)
Survive Style 5+ (2005)
Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (2002; Vengeance Trilogy Part 1)
Three Extremes (2004)

This particular blog is dedicated to the late, great Dermont Bruce, who introduced me to these films.

Lady Vengeance (aka Chinjeolhan geumjassi; Sympathy for Lady Vengeance)
Directed by Chan-wook Park
CJ Entertainment; Tartan Films; Moho Films; MVD Entertainment
115 minutes, 2005
Being the third in the Vengeance Trilogy, this film shares a secondary theme with the others of false imprisonment. Other films had kidnappings, being bound, being locked up for personal reasons, and in this case, Geum-ja Lee (Yeong-ae Lee) being locked away in a prison for 13 years for the murder of a child, returning to the concept of “a good kidnapping vs. a bad kidnapping” he established in Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance. However, being bound is not out of the picture.

Even before she is let out, she is being stalked by a creepy Preacher (Kim Byeong-ok). He is trying to help her find the Lord, but you can tell his motives are suspect as he also has a thing for her. One of the socio-political commentaries woven repeatedly into the narrative is the hypocrisy of religion, and how it is used to coerce and justify evil actions as much as “save.” One could also see this as a statement about the conditions of the penitentiaries in South Korea, and the justice system.

Lee is an interesting character with two tones. She can be sweet as pie, making allegiances by helping others in prison to the point of donating a kidney, but it’s all for a purpose to put her plan of revenge into play. She’s had 13 years to work on it, and piece by piece, is reaching for her goal.

The story flashes back and forth between the present, post-release, and her activities inside the prison, explaining how she gained her alliances. And when she gets back her 14 year old daughter from a couple in Australia (who does not speak Korean), it complicates matters. Park does not take easy routes to his conclusions.

The prison scenes could easily have been the inspiration for the likes of “Orange is the New Black.” He uses a bit of humor in a very dire situation quite well, which elevates these scenes.

As for the last act, which is reminiscent of M (1931), it is simply heartbreaking, frankly. A situation no one wants to imagine themselves in; Stephen King said this type of event is something that is his one big fear. While we have sympathy for Lee, we have none for Mr. Baek (Min-sik Choi, star of Park’s earlier film, Oldboy), the focus of her revenge.
The trailer is HERE

Oldboy (aka Oldeuboi)
Directed by Chan-wook Park
CJ Entertainment; Show East; Egg Films; MVD Entertainment
120 minutes, 2005
Chan Woo-park (Korea) and Takashi Miike (Japan) are arguably to Asian extreme cinema what Argento and Fulci are to Italian giallo. Oldboy is considered not only one of Wook-park’s core masterworks, but it is noteworthily near the top of the genre in general. It was remade in the US in 2013 with Josh Brolin in the title role, but it has been generally ridiculed compared to the original, which is the second of Woo-park’s Vengeance Trilogy.

After a drunken night, Dae-su Oh (Min-sik Choi) is unexpectedly kidnapped and kept locked up in an abandoned hotel room for years, with no explanation. While he’s away, his wife is murdered, and he is the prime suspect. Meanwhile, Dae-su practices boxing, writing, and he watches television, with nothing else to do for hours on end, day after day. Just as unexpected, as he is ready to make an escape, he find himself released, given clothes, money, and a cell phone.

He is taken in by a sushi chef, Mi-do (attractive Hye-jeong Kang, who would go on to play the shrill Director’s Wife in the “Cut” segment of Three…Extremes) a year later.

Thing is, after all those years, our (old)boy is a bit tetched in the head. He’s rightfully paranoid, though, but mostly, he’s pretty fearless. He will (and does) face a hallway full of gangsters and hammers his way through it. It’s a methodical game to his capturer, Woo-jin Lee (Ji-Tae Yoo) that Dae-su has no choice but to play, but he is also a willing participant to find out why everything is happening to him.

The ending (I won’t give it away) is both beautiful and creepy at the same time, in a sentimental way.

Beyond the story, part of what makes this film so memorable is how it is shot. The cinematography is stunning, especially the hallway scene, and I would specifically like to point out the transition editing between scenes. Just wow. It is no surprise why this is considered one of the director’s crowning achievements.
The trailer is HERE

The Promise (aka Wu ji; Master of the Crimson Armor)
Directed by Kaiji Chen
21 Century Shengkai Films; China Film Group; Moonstone Entertainment
121 minutes, 2006
In the West, we have epic tales of battles with the gods interfering in mortal realms. Just look at The Iliad, The Odyssey, and The Bible as examples. Mythology is full of these tales. Well, the same can be said about the Far East. In this case it is the snippy female Chinese goddess Manshen (Hong Chen) who forces people to make decisions that are detrimental to their lives at desperate times. First there’s pauper Quingcheng (lovely Cecelia Chung), who must never love because she will lose her lovers, in exchange for riches. For the general Guangming (Hiroyuki Sanada, who was in Ringu in 1998 and a few Marvel Universe releases), it was a wager that saw him lose his honor and victories. The third piece of this is the general’s slave, Kunlun (dashing Dong-Gun Jang, of Korea’s best-selling film Friend, from 2001).

Like many of the period pieces such as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000), people had nearly magical martial arts powers that could see them spin thirty feet in the air, jump from tree to tree (or rooftop to rooftop), or in this case, Kunlun could outrun a herd of bulls on his knees, carrying someone on his back; he reminds me more of Conan the Barbarian in style (Conan…Kunlun…hmm), without the bulging biceps – and he’s a lot more handsome than Mr. Austria, but I digress… Mysticism isn’t just for gods, apparently, especially since Kunlun comes from the “land of snow” (just as Conan is from Siberia).

There are two other interesting characters, namely a pasty-faced assassin in a black robe named Snow Wolf (Ye Liu, who steals all his scenes), and a fey evil Duke named, I kid you not, Wuhan (Nicholas Tse); this is the kind of villain Basil Rathbone would have played in the 1930s-‘40s.

Of course, there’s lots of actions with large scale battles, sword fights, martial arts, and a multitude of death. But with the epic feel and soaring music (and humans), as most of these stories are, this is a love story. The question is, of course, whose love story as there is the usual Shakespearean-level identity mix-ups, and emotionally fraught desires (again, to a swelling, orchestrated soundtrack). It is beautifully shot with lots of CGI, cherry blossoms and luscious landscapes. A treat for the eye from the director of the infamous Farewell My Concubine (1993).
The trailer is HERE

SPL: Saat po long (aka SPL: Kill Zone)
Directed by Wilson Yip (aka YipWai Shun)
Abba Movies Co. Ltd.; 1618 Action Limited; Celestial Pictures; Greek Mythology Entertainment Company; MVD Entertainment
93 minutes, 2005
Whatcha gonna do when you got so little to lose? Police Inspector Chan (Simon Yam) is miffed. His key witness to send up crime lord Wong Po (Sammo Hung, who is well known to the Kung Fu fans and American audience through the television show “Martial Law” from the late 1990s) has been killed, as is the family of his goddaughter (why they were in the same car seems kind of WTF to me, but whatever). He also has learned he has a health condition. This leads to him taking some chances with dealing with Po. But now there’s a new sheriff in town, Ma Kwan (super-duper chopper star Donnie Yen), who is taking over Chan’s post as he retires. But is Chan giving up against Po? Well, what are the odds of that? And will it be violent? As a reminder, the title of this is Kill Zone.

Story-wise, this could have been a pretty decent police procedural show, but this ain’t no CSI or Law and Order: [Fill in the Blank]. This four man police team is not above stretching the rules to get what they want, especially after one of them seems to be mistaken for a fairway. They take Sean Connery’s “They pull a knife, you pull a gun” speech from The Untouchables (1987) to heart. It goes on the verge of vigilantism. Maybe not as hardcore as Magnum Force (1973), but definitely beyond the borderline.

What I was really looking forward to, more than the action with Yam, was Yen and Hung gettin’ it on mano-a-mano (or rén-yû-rén). Both are masters in the chop-chop flip-flop, and Yen is also a world-leader in martial chorography. We get a hint of it at the almost one-third point, but I want a battle royal (as opposed to a Royale with Cheese).

To complicate things, Yam and Po actually have some personality traits in common, such as Yam and his toddler goddaughter (who amusingly looks the same after a three-year jump), and Po with his new infant daughter. These are family men in careers where death can be around the corner. And then there is the question of whether Ma is on the side of the cops, or workin’ for the Po man. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Though I will add that Jing Wu plays a persuasive hit man. You don’t need a crystal ball to know that Ma is going to face off Wu and/or Po.

The cinematography is stunning throughout, but especially in specific scenes, such as one where someone is being chased in an alleyway and on a rooftop. The lighting and the positioning of the characters alone set a mood that is unmistakable. The action, while goes without saying, I will say (so there): really admirable work from everyone with, of course, Yen, Hung and Wu as the standouts.

One last thing that’s got nuthin’ to do with nuthin’: in a crowd scene, there is a young hoodlum wearing a The Dickies punk tee. That made me smile.
The trailer is HERE

Survive Style 5+
Directed by Gen Sekiguchi
Tohokushinsha Film Corporation
120 minutes, 2005
Riddle me this: when is an anthology film not an anthology film? In this case is it some kind of Japanese kaon? No, the answer is actually quite simple for this Japanese release. When you have five separate stories that eventually mere into a cohesive and singular ending. Yes, it’s been done before, but this is surprisingly effective. In the first story, a man (hitman?) has killed his wife and buried her in the woods, to return solo to his bright-colored and kitsch cluttered house that would never survive any remodeling show on HGTV (though the more rooms they show, the more I admire it; it makes Graceland look tame in comparison). Even his Dodge is decked out. But the main question is will his wife stay dead?

In an equally kitschy and colorful bedroom, a woman who makes television commercials has to deal with a verbally abusive and unjoyful one night stand (nice use of a Monty Python sketch motif and the William Tell Overture from A Clockwork Orange). Her weird and wired boss is played by the one and only Sonny Chiba. If you’re reading this review, I’m assuming you know the name.

Then there are three not too bright burglars in a colorful kitsch-filled bus (see a theme here?) who break into a house. For the next story, a hit man (ex-English Footballer Vinny Jones, who was also in a couple of Guy Richie classics and was the butcher on the 2008 Midnight Meat Train) and a Japanese associate are on an airplane harassing the cabin attendant with philosophical questions about the purpose of life (go with it). In the final premise, a family man buys some tickets for his kids to see a hypnotist. All things considered, since bird is the word, you know it’s not going to go well.

The stories are like little eddies that circle around both in its own tight whirl that touches other eddies, but as they join, they become whirlpools. This is kind of how this story progresses. And it works beautifully. There is humor, pathos, and some really fine action, all of it filmed in bright pastels and garish color combinations that will both attract your attention and repel at the same time. That’s also how the stories work. That it revolves around Christmas Eve, which is also both eye-catching and repulsive, fits it even better. It also has one of the most joyous and surprising endings that I’ve seen in a while. It is so well put together that it’s shocking that this was the director’s first feature.
The trailer is HERE

Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance (aka Boksuneun naui geot)
Directed by Chan-wook Park
CJ Entertainment; Studio Box; MVD Entertainment
121 minutes, 2002
The Vengeance Trilogy is a defining moment for South Korean director Chan-wook Park. While the audience was slow to pick up on them, over time they have become classics and nearly iconic in the Asian noir-violence cinema.

Green-haired Ryu (Shin Ha-kyun), our sensitive hero of the piece, has dyed green hair, much like most of the color schemes in his life, be it the machinery in the factory in which he works, and the natural world around him. I don’t know if it’s a Korean metaphor as well, but he’s also quite green on the ways of the world due to his being deaf and dumb. Meanwhile, his beloved sister, (Ji-Eun Lim) is dying of kidney failure and needs a new one, that Ryu cannot afford. Even his revolutionary girlfriend (Bae Doona), who speaks sign language, is sympathetic to the situation.

But things are going from bad to worse as Ryu loses his job, and while trying to sell his kidney (not a match to sis) in exchange for his sis and paying all the money he has in the world, the gangsters disappear with kidney and kash. Now, he has a week to find the money to pay for the operation. Desperate, he kidnaps his ex-boss’s daughter (about 8 years old), hoping to use the ransom money for the transplant. But things don’t go smoothly in these kinds of pictures.

One tragedy follows another, bad choices and bad hearing are blaring. The film is not as violent to start, as it is bleak and wearying. I can understand why audiences were slow to pick up on it, and why it did get picked. Much like Straw Dogs (1971), most of it is just a constant jab to the side, until the climax, which is nothing short of explosive.

The “vengeance” part is in the last half hour, but concerns two wrong parties rather than just one, with Ryu at the center The reasoning is where the sympathy comes in, but with the sheer level of actions taken, the question is do the ends justify the means? I’ll leave that up to you to decide in this case.
The trailer is HERE

Three…Extremes (aka Sam gang 2; 3…Extremes; Three Extremes)
Directed by Fruit Chan, Takashi Miike, Chan-wook Park
Lions Gate Films; Media Asia Group; MVD Entertainment
125 minutes, 2004
For those into the Asian Extreme genre, this film (along with 2000’s Audition), stands near the top, sort of like the original Jason/Michael/Freddy films are for slashers. This is an anthology film broken up into three stories, each one more intense than the previous. Like Deaf School’s song, “I Wanna Be Your Boy,”  just when you think it’s reached as intense as it can get, it goes up a notch. Interestingly, this is a cross-Asian compilation, from Japan, Hong Kong, and South Korea, respectively.

First up is Takashi Miike’s “Box,” which clocks in at 40 minutes. Being a master at the slow burn, Miike starts of deliberately and with mystery. Lots of different kinds of boxes (or box shapes) fill the parameters of the story, such as small rooms, elevators, music boxes, and trunks. Novelist Kyoko (Kyoko Hasegawa) has handed in her latest manuscript, but guilt has been plaguing her for decades about her twin sister. While dream-like, this piece is particularly horrific for the claustrophobic viewer. The story itself is filled with imagery of snowy climes and circus tents, while the narrative is almost hallucinogenic. It’s hard to know what is real and what is imagined, but either way, it’s creepy and hypnotic.

At 37 minutes, Fruit Chan’s “Dumplings” may not be the bloodiest body horror in the collection, but it is gruesome and arguably the most controversial, and the one that is most often referenced. Mei (Bai Ling) lives in a slum apartment, but makes very expensive dumplings that would make Mrs. Lovett proud, using the… well, let’s just call this the non-”Call the Midwife.” Mrs. Li (Miriam Yeung) will do – or eat – anything to regain her youthful look, even eat something that is guaranteed to make most of us squeamish. But this is not surprising, considering what some women (and men) will do with plastic surgery to regain a temporary (albeit oft-times disfiguring) youthfulness. I give you Cher, Joan Jett, and Meg Ryan as just a few examples.

Through her own extraction methods and culled from clinics, Mei has a steady business. Ling won some awards for her role. I can understand why, as her Loki/trickster character is charming and chilling at the same time. But even with the shocking level of the story, the question is how much further one willing is to go for vanity. If the men aren’t repulsed by some scenes, I guarantee there will be women screaming (in the same way men would cringe and “oof” at scenes of being kicked in the balls; I worked in a cinema, and I’ve seen it firsthand).

I found this particular chapter very Cronenberg-esque. Amazingly, the Right Wing Religious fanatics have not used this segment as a tool, proclaiming it as a “real” possibility.

The last story is “Cut,” directed by Korean action director Chan-wook Park. It is the longest, at 47 minutes. It is the most grueling of the three, and the most vivid, as well. A film Director, (Byung-hun Lee), the Director’s Wife (Hye-jeong Kang), and a youngster are kidnapped by a Stranger (Won-hee Im). The Director is tied up in a way that gives him movement, and his pianist wife is immobilized through a series of thin wires at, of course, the piano. The Stranger has some odd demands for the Director.

The basic premise here is political, dealing with the social strata and the types who rise and those who do not. There is a lot of philosophizing thrown around, but I guarantee you’ll be wincing more than once as the Stranger reacts negatively but calmly and methodically to the Director’s answers. There are some heart wrenching twists and turns, and being a genre film, things go awry.

Lee is known to the West audiences through many roles, including his playing the T-1000 in Terminator Genisys (2015). This was Kang’s first role after Oldboy.

This film is definitely not for the weak of heart or stomach. Even some of the implications are repulsive, but this is such a beautifully done trilogy, and well deserves the recognition it has received.
The trailer is HERE