Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Host with the Most!



"The Host"is the best movie ever. Let me repeat that. "The Host" is the best movie EVER. Casablanca? What's that? That movie with the black piano player? I though that was "Ray". What's that? You heard it was the best movie ever? Oh, I'm sorry, sir, you're mistaken. The best movie ever is "THE HOOOOSSSST".
Exaggeration? Maybe. But I can tell you this: it is definitely the best Korean monster movie that is based around the theme of hysteria and misinformation. EVER. (And it's most certainly the best Korean movie at One in the morning.)
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
"The Host" takes place in South Korea on a beautiful sunny day. A small Korean family is watching the sister in some sort of archery contest on TV (Don't ask, because I don't know). Then this happens:
And that thing is excited for all the wrong reasons.
So when Hyun-seo (pictured above) is kidnapped by the big green thang, her family springs into action and follows her into the depths of the South Korean sewer system! What follows is some of the best person eating I have ever seen. I mean, that sucker just slurps 'em down. It's really quite beautiful.
The movie strikes a nice little chord that crosses "King Kong" with "The Royal Tenenbaums." I know that sounds counterintuitive, but your face is counterintuitive so suck it. 
The movie has a surprising indie comedy vibe that's in stark contrast to the science-fiction/monster movie backdrop. It'll throw you for a loop, and you'll be entirely unsure how to classify it when it's over. There are sentiments of family values, tragic flaws, hysteria, all that stuff. It's like watching "The Godfather II" but shorter, Korean and with a scarier monster (The monster in "The Godfather II" is Sofia Coppola).
Korea is mainly known for the many monsters it draws to it's shores every year. So obviously the Korean population has been taught what to do in a situation where a scary mutant monster appears (i.e. run, scream, hide in places where there is zero chance they can escape, cry, make sure there's one guy completely unaware that it's happening until he turns around and every one is dead and he was just hanging out eating noodles, shoot at it, shout at it, call everyone in the world except the military or police, run to the place where the best thrives (i.e. fish monster: water, bird monster: airplane, super fast monster: slightly slower Jeep Grand Cherokee, food monster: kitchen, etc.), piss themselves) but there is one thing I didn't know you are supposed to do: throw trash at it. They're all standing out there by the water when the main character goes up to the waters edge and throws a can at it. Okay, cool. I understand. See if it's awake or whatever. But then every one in the crowd is all "Oooooo! Wo chi men wow! Hacoochi be toi nukka tow ti Bri!" (This roughly translates to: "Hey that guy did something questionable value! Let's do it also!") So they do.
"Yeah! We throw trash at ALL of our monsters in Pakistan!"  




What ensues is a long, intense scene where all the onlookers participate in the actions stated above. And someone gets mauled by a dog.
I guess the dog saw his chance. And took it.
About half way through the movie, I began to experience a sensation that I wasn't expecting. A sensation that is usually reserved for The Daily Show and Mark Twain. A sensation that I don't mind hearing and in fact wish I heard more often. A sensation that perhaps America deserves a little poke in the ribs every now and then. And while I do believe and agree with this, I am not necessarily always thinking about it.  It's with the likes of Mr. Stewart and Twain that I am reminded of it. "The Host" holds a similar world view. No, that's not entirely accurate. I think instead a poke in the ribs every now and then, this movie feels the way about America the way a farmer feels about a retarded, handicapped horse: it's dumb as shit and we should probably put it down. The movie actually opens with an American chemist convincing a what I assume is a Chinese chemist to pour dozens of bottles of formaldehyde down the sink (It's the Chinese that Koreans hate, right? If not, he was whatever Asian nationality they do hate), leading to the creation of "The Host." It's the American government that declares that the beast is going to cause a global pandemic and uses a strange and new substance called "Agent Yellow" to get rid of it (I think they're still sort of hung up on Vietnam). And it's the Americans who, at the end of the day, slouch back home with their tails between their legs (that's not to say there's dogs in this movie. WARNING: THERE ARE NO DOGS IN THIS MOVIE (Except the one that mauls that one guy)). 
In all honesty, though, there are some truly awesome shots in this movie to which I give full credit to the Cinematographer, Kim Hyung-Goo. There's shots that capture the herd mentality that breaks out during mass hysteria:
There are shots capturing the comfort and calm that family can bring about:
There are shots that capture how fucking badass asian archer chicks are:
She can string my bow anytime, although I don't have the slightest idea what that would even entail. 
 To distract you from that, here's a shot of some of the doctors examining our hero:
I haven't seen this many hacks dressed in white since the Backstreet Boys heyday. 
Also, watch for the scene where the entire family writhes on the floor in fits of stunning grief:
It's actually really hilarious.
In short, "The Host" has everything you could want in a movie: action, romance, adventure, epic struggles, characters overcoming obstacles, adventure, peril, asians, family, adventure. This movie's got it all.
Not really, though. It's just a really enjoyable, unusually cerebral monster movie. Like "Godzilla: 2000" but not akin to a lobotomized badger in an adult diaper. Like this:
For the record, I would not necessarily say a lobotomized badger in an adult diaper is a bad thing.
Unless it fell into the wrong hands...
4.6/5
Oh, no! Zelda is in trouble! You have to save her Links!:






Friday, September 17, 2010

The Devil is in the Details...Also an Elevator

"Devil" is the first movie with M. Night Shymalan's name attached to it that hasn't sucked since "Unbreakable." Granted, he only produced it because no one will let him sit in the directors chair anymore because his last three movies sucked so hard they made my eyes bleed. But this movie was like a hyena pup on meth singing "Baracuda" by Heart giving a grizzly bear a hand job: you know something important and new is happening, but you really don't want to look at it. Case and point,
let me give you a walking tour of my face before, throughout, and after the movie:
This is me saying: "Oh, boy this looks like a cool movie! I hope it doesn't suck!!"

                                      
This is me saying: "Sweet mother in heaven, that person is going to suffer an elevator related death."

                                      
This is me saying: "I've lost track of the narrative THAT IS SO MUCH BLOOD."

                                      
This is me saying: "HEADS DON'T TURN THAT WAY!"

                                      
This is me saying: "OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIIIIIT!!"



                                      
This is me saying: "You ain't getting ME on an elevator!"

I hope this was helpful.
This movie relied a great deal on "fate" and "destiny" and "elevators." The idea behind the movie (from the unstable and unreliable mind of M. Night ShyI'mgonnadestroyeverythingItouch) is that five people who are damned (like, literally) get trapped in one place and slowly die one by one. It's based on an old (apparently Mexican) wives tale which is relayed to us by a security guard who believes in the devil like some people believe in a free market economy or bigfoot. So five people of questionable moral fiber get stuck on an elevator together and die wicked sucky deaths, because one of these people is the devil and is there to try and get them to kill the fuck out of each other and take their slimy little souls to hell! But the only one who knows it is the Mexican security guard. Yeah, my man knows his shit. His momma said it would happen. Besides the blatant stereotypes (mexicans tell good stories, black guys are dangerous, indians are sneaky, white men infallible, women are weak) the movie has some really strong writing (because guess who didn't write this movie... I'll give you a hint: his name starts with "M." and ends with "Movie Murderer") and the direction is excellent with moments of intense claustrophobia and, like, some super-duper freaky things. 
Most horror movies suffer from tired ideas that have been recycled countless times until it feels like you're watching a movie you've already seen because everyone in Hollywood forgot how to think sometime during the early seventies. But this movie uses a great deal of restraint and doesn't even show us what we're dealing with except for one shot:


"OH GOD, IT'S A MUMMY!!!" 
Or so I literally said while in the theatre. Some guy turned around and looked at me like I had stabbed  a baby with a handful of uncooked spaghetti. I'm sorry, but what was YOU'RE first thought, asswipe? 
Oddly enough, this momentary image was never explained. And you know what? I'm fucking furious! What kinda shit cop-out is that!? I came to see "DEVIL," not "PLASTIC SURGERY POST-OP PATIENT." 
Christ.
Also, the following image is overused:
Yeah, they didn't fall asleep together after having a chocolate syrup fight. 

Scavenger hunt time! : There's a raccoon in the movie. FIND HIM. (Hint: he almost kills somebody.)
 
He's single, ladies.
In all seriousness though, this movie brings a little something that a lot of horror movies are lacking these days: originality. The movie wraps itself around your brain until your stomach feels like there's a little gnome inside you and he's tap dancing or using a jackhammer or something. You don't see much, and there is a lot of time spent waiting for something to happen. But when it does BAM you jump like a rabbit on speed. Or crack. I forgot which makes you super high strung. Maybe both...
Also, I thought Rashida Jones was in this movie. Wrong. It was this chick:
I'm like 95% sure she never had a relationship with Jim on "The Office."
But that other 5%.... 
So basically, this movie was a romp through terror lane with some pretty tubular results. Yes, it could be a little slow and there were some dead moments (No pun intended. HAHAHAHAHAHA oh god....) and the acting left something to be desired. But if I learned anything from this movie, it's that M. Night ShIstoppedbeingrelevantadecadeago doesn't have the capacity to extrapolate his own ideas anymore. Also, there were some cool details. I had to at least make some effort to make the title make sense.
Also, I think that's the cleverest title ever.
Also, I think I left my phone at the theatre. Fuck.
Wait, nope it's right here. 


3.7/5

Sucka got linked!




Warning: This Movie Does Not Contain Dogs


“Dog Day Afternoon” is not the movie you think it is. At first glance, you may think it is a film about the afternoon festivities of the widely celebrated (and by “widely celebrated” I mean “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t exist”) Dog Day. If this is your first thought, you’re not alone. (Symbolically speaking, I mean. I don’t have the slightest idea what your living situation is.) But upon further arduous research (i.e. urban dictionary) one may find that the phrase “Dog Day” actually just means an uncomfortably warm day. So at this point,  you may think the title says that what you should take away from this movie is that it takes place on a really hot day. And you would be correct in this assumption. But now I’mma drop a bomb on you, playas: there’s no dogs in this movie. I just wanna warn you of this before we continue lest you watch this film and say to me, “Colin! There were no DOGS in this movie! Why, oh why did you not mention this?” This is a real fear I have.
Anyway, this movie has some fun little things you aren’t going to see in any other movie:
1. I’m pretty sure this movie holds the record for most cops in a Barbershop at one time.

I’m also pretty sure as they were running out, they were saying “Bank! (bank)! Bank! BANKBANK! (bank, wop!) Bank! Watch the bank! (bank bank!) BANK!” kinda like if they were Pokemon and their name was “Bank.”
Also, that might have not happened.
2. This movie answers the age old question of what would happen is Al Pacino and Burt from sesame street robbed a bank.

Answer: a movie devoid of dogs.
3. We finally get to see Al Pacino’s “I-don’t-know-how-to-fucking-rob-a-bank-how-the-fuck-did-this-fucking-happen!?” face.

Also his sex face.
4. We learn Burt from Sesame Street is not a one-trick pony!
…Everyone was thinking it. I just said it.
In all honesty though, this movie explores some really interesting themes. The cult of celebrity, societal failure, stockholm syndrome, gay rights, desperation. All these things are explored coyly and tenderly, allowing the viewer to draw their own conclusions about what drove this man to such an extreme act.
Lovely reader: Oh, Colin. Did you really think you could slip that by me?
Lovely me: Whatever could you mean, my dearest reader?
Lovely reader: You thought if you buried gay rights in that list I wouldn’t say “wait, what?” and you wouldn’t have to go into it.
Lovely me: Oh, my dear reader! You read me like a book!
……
Okay, so I could have made that transition a little smoother.
But yes! Gay rights are explored! Sort of…I mean, I won’t go into it because it ruins the movie. If you see it, don’t read the fucking Netflix synopsis because it gives away the fucking movie. Fucking Netflix.
I would like to remark upon how this particular crime movie strays from the path of the more formulaic dramas. All other crime movies kinda go like this:
Oh, hey! I’m just a crime movie, hanging out. Oh, whoa! Look at me! Someone has committed a crriiiiiimee! Looks like we’re gonna have to get our best guy on it. The police captain gets Detective Flannery (always ALWAYS Irish) to head it up. He’s not traditional, but goddamit he gets results! And so he tries to catch the bad guy but WHAT’S THIS?! The cop in question has a…TROUBLED PAAAAST!? (I agonized whether or not to capitalize “troubled past” for fear that you would see it before the paragraph was through and thus the joke be ruined. I took a risk.)
While that is the normal formula for crime movies, Dog Day Afternoon goes more like this:
Normal crime drama, normal crime drama, normal crime drama BAM Gay marriage and Sex Changes! Huh!? What now, sucka? Bruce Willis ain’t here to comfort you, BITCH!
(Earlier when I said Burt was a one trick pony, I didn’t literally mean he was a pony. I wanted to clear that up.)
This movie also had some pretty great shots of people talking about a bank robbery.
This picture makes me think of that song that goes like I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DO WHAT YOU DOOO. I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOOOOU! JUST KEEPS GETTIN’ BEEEETTEEER!
Also, this movie is brought to you by TAAAAAAAAB! 
In all seriousness, this movie, while a tired idea, brings something new to a stale genre. Al Pacino gives a stupendous performance while Burt from sesame street is notably weird and sweaty. Also, it contains possibly the best conversation about Wyoming in any movie of all time:
Al Pacino: What country do you want to go to?
Burt from Sesame Street: …Wyoming.
Al Pacino: ….
Burt from Sesame Street: …..
Al Pacino: …Wyoming’s not a country…
Wyoming wins for the first time EVEREEER.

3.8/5

links!
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/dog_day_afternoon/
http://www.netflix.com/WiMovie/Dog-Day-Afternoon/450423?trkid=1544507

Real Vampires


“Let the Right One In” is possibly the best cinematic vampiric portrayal ever. Having met several Vampires, (they prefer to capitalize the word “Vampire,” like jewish people capitalize “Jew” or shark people capitalize “Freak”) I can tell you that the way in which the lil’ Vampire girl was portrayed in this movie was spot on. They’re not sexy, but they have a mild allure (although saying that I suppose makes me sound a bit like a pedophile, because the girl in question is, indeed, only twelve), but they are first and foremost vicious man eaters. Which can be evidenced by this photo:

And I’m sorry, but if you’re not enticed by this photo, gtfo motherfucka.
At first, I was stymied as to why a blood thirsty killa crazy biznatch would be at all interested in what would appear to be an albino boy with a mullet, perpetually runny nose and a border line obsession with morse code. But then I didn’t care because I enjoyed the movie so much. The two fell in love, despite their diet discrepancies, and remained in what is arguably the least healthy onscreen romance I have ever seen.
 Another thing that other vampirically driven movies often get wrong is what I like to call the “feeding face.” This movie had the accurate amount of facial distortion so that I felt like I was, indeed, viewing a person who had lost their soul and could now only survive on the flesh of others. Regretfully, I don’t have a picture of that. What I do have is a picture of what is apparently a statue glorifying underage hand jobs in front of the school where our albino friend goes:

Oh, to be young.
Anyway, like all good foreign movies, somebody in hollywood wants to fuck it up. In the new Hollywood version, I’m quite certain the kids will listen to Death Cab for Cutie. (This really doesn’t make sense unless you see the movie, but their appears to be a Swedish Death Cab, and Vampires like their sound.) And so the movie has been moved to the states where it was directed by J. J. Abrams (Our reliable friend who brought us the awesome “Star Trek”, the fuck-upery of “Lost,” and the so-so of “Cloverfield” (of which their is a sequel in the works for some reason (And yeah, that’s a parentheses inside a parentheses. Suck it.) ) and is given the slightly less heartfelt title “Let Me In,” which to me sounds more like a movie about a werewolf. Ba-dum-DAH!
I’m like 90% sure no one got that joke.
All jokes aside, this movie has some lovely cinematography and some truly beautiful shots that I couldn’t help but screen shot and store away in a folder on my desktop. The movie is set in a Swedish suburb in the throes of winter giving us many a beautiful shots of glistening snow. Like this one:

Or this one:

Or this one:

Sweet.
Also, I have to give this film kudos for the most dramatic Vampire death ever:

Robert Frost would be proud.
But why I really wanted to post this is for the single, obvious reason: Netflix. I am a frequent guest of the site and would say that I probably spend roughly two full days out of the week watching or perusing Netflix. This is not the problem.
The problem is how the fuck they got in my head. You know that little rating system? The one where they’ll give the movie a certain amount of stars based on how they think you’ll like the movie? Well, it is very rare that a movie will receive a 5.0 out of 5.0 for me. The only other movie that did was “Princess Mononoke.”
So why does Netflix think “Princess Mononoke” and “Let the Right One In” are my two favorite movies? And why are they so close to being right?
I’m on to you, motherfuckers.

4.4/5

Here’s some links:
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/lat_den_ratte_komma_in/
http://www.netflix.com/WiMovie/Let-the-Right-One-In/70099621?strackid=10c9f7678dd71c31_0_srl&strkid=890320145_0_0&trkid=438381