Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Bad Movie Review

The other day I happened to catch part of a masterful performance by that great thespian Judd Nelson (so famous I forgot if it was Judd Nelson or Nelson Judd). Cabin by the Lake has to be his most honest and compelling portrayal since, I don't know, Cybermutt (In all honesty, I've never seen Cybermutt, but believe I can trust my instinct that any movie with a title that starts with Cyber- has got to suck, unless the next four words are -sex with Jessie Jane.) The fact that they made a sequel with the ungainly title, Return to Cabin by the Lake (just rolls off the tongue, don't it?), gives me serious worries about the intellectual capacity of everyone in California.

Anyhow, that movie (or at the least the parts I saw) give new meaning to the words plodding and predictable. Like I said, I didn't see the whole thing (what person with two fully-functioning hemispheres and the ability to change the channel would?), but I had a quick idea for a major re-write. In the original,
A screenwriter does research for his new script by actually kidnapping and drowning young girls. He then places them in his "garden" of other dead girls coming back daily to check on them. One girl narrowly escapes and the other bodies are found leading to an ingenious plot to try and capture the killer.
-- totally stolen from IMDB.

If M. Night Shyamalan were directing (he of surprise endings i.e., Sixth Sense), the whole thing would be a buildup to the point where Judd's escaped female victim is safe with police officer Boone in a motel room -- She tries to get him to stay by making her nipples very hard and erect so that they are quite protuberant (thesaurus to the rescue!). He extricates himself with some difficulty and goes back to work to catch the killer -- the aforementioned Judd Nelson .

Anyhow, my rewrite has Boone not leaving, but instead staying (reluctantly) and then he and nipple-girl have wild wilde wilddee sex. Just as Boone climaxes, he grabs her head and knocks her out against the headboard. You see, Judd was just a writer obsessed with the killings, and while he had kidnapped this chick, he hadn't killed the first 5 girls, and really never planned to kill her. Boone was the killer the whole time.

Instead of my great switcheroo, we have another 40 minutes or so of complete bullshit -- In fact here's a great scene (bear with me here) -- Judd has the heroine and his female director (I don't honestly know where she came from) on a boat on the lake. He's being chased by Boone and others (hippie friends of the heroine, I think). Well, Judd ties the women to a cement block, and pushes the block overboard. He then stands between them easily holding them on the ledge of the boat in a display of very bad movie physics and gives some stupid-ass speech to Boone, et al. I think it starts with, "I was born in the house my father built," and goes downhill from there. When he finishes, he lets go of the women and gives them a push. They are immediately dragged straight to the bottom of the lake.

Instead of shooting Judd, as any red-blooded-american-that-hasn't-had-sex-with-the-heroine-testosterone-filled-idiot-sheriff would, Boone and one of the hippie chicks jumps into the lake (wearing dive gear) to rescue the women. Of course Judd takes this opportunity to speed away in his boat. No, wait. I mean Judd decides to be a moron and jumps in after the women. I believe he did this to ensure they are not rescued. Boone manages to easily find the women and cuts his big-nippled girl free. The other diver chick smartly decides to do what Boone apparently forgot to do on the surface -- kill Judd for his terrible acting. She ties Judd to the cement block. They then ascend. Oh wait, did they forget something? Oh yeah, the chick diver should have saved the director woman. But she forgot because Judd, in a scene so poorly shot and choreographed it is reminiscent of only the worst porn movies, managed to pull the diver chick's mask off!!

Now, a mask is sort of necessary to see, however it isn't a requirement -- especially in this remarkably pristine British Columbia lake. And any diver smart enough to breath through a regulator ought to know how to clear a mask of water. But maybe her mind is too muddled by the cannabis. She forgets all about the director, and Boone is too busy staring at his heroine's chest to think clearly. I was confused too, by a couple of things. One being the lousy-ass knot the hippie chick tied (Dude, unless it's a T-shirt, I don't know what I'm doing, man. Why else would I wear these stupid moccasins?). Another detail that seemed odd was the clearly visible crease on the heroine's face, obviously made by a mask. Where did this mask come from? Where did it go? Maybe she grabbed the hippie girl's mask and that's why the hippie girl forgot about the director.

After talking the situation over for a minute, they finally go to retrieve the director. But wait! They can't find her. How can they be expected to find a women in a bright red dress, even though they haven't changed their position since leaving her to die and visibility is easily 100 feet? When they finally do recover her body, guess what? In an effort to maintain predictability to the end, Judd is missing. I won't waste your time with more of this crap.

Well, if you haven't seen the movie, I'm not sure any of that makes sense. But for god's sake, don't take this as a reason to sit through this excrement. It was bad. So bad it has no redeeming value. None. Instead, put The Shaft in your Netflix queue if you haven't already laughed your ass off at the creature that looks like a giant, over-cooked muffin from the I Love Lucy show.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Word Choice

A friend (my sister, to be precise) was bemoaning the fact that when the battle lines were drawn at the beginning of the right to choose debate, pro-choice advocates did not stomp out attempts by conservatives to label their anti-abortion movement as "Pro-Life."

"How can you argue with that?" she asked. "No one is 'Pro-Death' but that's what is implied. And the worst part is you can't argue with these labels -- once you are labeled, you lose the chance to make the case for your own position."

I paused for a minute, considering my response. "Well," I said, "I might be Pro-Death. But really I guess Pro-Pandemic might be closer to the truth."

I can explain, but you're not going to like my explanation any more than you like the idea of someone being "Pro-Death."

There are just too many damn people on this planet. I mean way too many people. I'm not talking about the simple cramped quarters of everyday life. Nor, is this a rant that traffic is a 24-hour problem now, or that I have to get to the theater 45 minutes before a movie starts, or it will be sold out. A simple winnowing of the populace in my general geographic area (somewhere on the Northern Hemisphere). No, I think that if this planet is going to survive (while sustaining a human-centric populace) for even just another 1,000 years some radical changes must take place.

If you keep reading this blog (and if I keep writing), you will probably discover that I am something of a fan of the Dark Knight (you know -- the protector of Gotham City, the Caped Crusader, the big man -- none other than Batman). Bruce Wayne's alter ego is a big hero of mine, However, on this subject I have to agree with his major nemesis Ra's Al Ghul. In the very good recent adaptation, Batman Begins, Ra's Al Ghul has this to say about destroying Gotham City:
Anarchy and chaos will spread, mankind will ravage itself, the species will be culled and the balance of nature restored. The planet will be saved for all species.
You can't argue with logic like that.

Gotta start somewhere

Hello and welcome,

I'm not going to go through all the personal friendly chit-chat about how I love ponies (I don't) and like to spend my free time watching re-runs of Space 1999 (what's free time?). I don't care about that personal crap, and neither should you.

Instead, I just want an outlet for my own twisted observations. I'm not shooting for wisdom, art, or notoriety - I just figured I'd put a little bit of everything out here and see what happens.

So, let's see who I can offend first.