Showing posts with label Tony Todd. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 17, 2011

30 Day Horror Challenge Day 17 - Your favorite horror film remake

I’m probably gonna catch some flack for this one, but that's ok, everyone's entitled to my opinion. A lot of people hated the 1990 remake of Night of the Living Dead. I absolutely love it though. Before you say anything, let me say that I cannot state loud enough how much I love the original. If this had been a butchering of that classic I would revile it with the same passion that I loathe the Nightmare on Elm Street remake with. What NOTLD90 (that’s gonna be my shorthand for the title from here on out) does is the same thing that some of the best remakes, like The Thing, The Fly, and The Body Snatchers, have done. Instead of completely trying to reinvent the wheel, they took the premise of the original, stayed true to the spirit of the original, but updated the attitude to fit the culture of the time it was released.

One thing that I think contributed to NOTLD90 staying so true to the immortal 1968 film is the fact that the filmmakers were so closely associated with the source material. George Romero wrote the remake’s screenplay and was one of the executive producers, along with his co-writer of the original, John Russo. Tom Savini may not have had anything to do with the original flick, but due to his effects work on its sequels he is arguably the second most important figure behind the Living Dead series after Romero. I can’t think of anyone better to take the directorial reigns of this flick. The fact that it wasn’t just some studio taking advantage of a license they own with no respect for the original (I’m looking at you Platinum Dunes) gives this film a lot more credibility than these wholesale “reboots” we’re getting from the current remake-mania.

While the basic plot and character list are the same as the original, there are definitely changes. While there is more gore and violence in the remake, I am kind of surprised that there wasn’t messier zombie mayhem with the notorious special effects master in the director’s chair. The most obvious change, though, is the strengthening of the female characters. Romero has said that he regrets writing the character of Barbara as absolutely useless, hysterical, and semi catatonic in the original. He remedies that here, turning her into a Sigourney Weaver/Linda Hamilton style ass kicker. After her initial scenes of well deserved freaking out, she becomes the most level headed one of the group. They never quite explain just how she became such a great marksman though. Hmmmm. Anyway, even Cooper’s wife is much more forceful in the remake.

What a cast they assembled for this one too! The always on point Tony Todd plays Ben. He had some mighty big shoes to fill, playing a role originated by Duane Jones, but he does admirably. He plays the character just as take charge and forceful as Jones did, but hives him vulnerability and a touch of sensitivity. The man, no matter what his role, has a commanding screen presence. The scene near the end of Ben, sitting in the cellar as the zombies invade the house and bursting out laughing when he finds those damn gas keys is one of my all time favorite movie moments. There’s also a great inside joke shot involving a crowbar that is a riff on another Todd role you may remember. Tom Towles plays Cooper. In the original, you hate Cooper. In the remake, you loathe him. In Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, Towles was a magnificent scumbag. In NOTLD90, he’s a magnificent dickhead. His job is to make us despise Cooper, and he pulls that off in spades. Patricia Tallman (Army of Darkness, Monkey Shines, various Scifi TV series) is great as the tough as nails Barbara 2.0. Johnny, her brother, is played by genre legend Bill Mosely. It’s a very small part, but you can tell he’s having an absolute blast.

To be fair, this movie does have its faults. Remember when I talked about the female characters being stronger in this version? Judy is the exception. She basically shrieks for the entirety of her time on screen, which is REALLY annoying. Had I been in that farmhouse, I would have fed her to the zombies. Near the end, Barbara, watching the redneck zombie rodeo, throws out the line “They’re us. We’re them and they’re us.” The film is not so much Romero’s usual social commentary as it is just a commentary on mankind’s violent nature, but that was as subtle as a headshot. I think they should have left that unstated; the subtext was obvious enough without them beating us over the head with that line. It also contains the single dumbest thing I have ever seen a horror character do. When Tom and Judy go to refuel the truck, they find that it’s locked. Tom decides to use his trusty lock pick, AKA double barrel shotgun. In the original, Ben blows the lock off with a .22. That was stupid enough. Now, I realize that in horror movies, sometimes the only way to advance the plot is for people to act differently than most people would in real life. I cannot, however, imagine a person ever being stupid, panicked, or drunk enough to think that the best course of action in any situation is to SHOOT A FREAKIN’ 12 GUAGE AT A GAS PUMP!!! Come on now. What did you think was gonna happen?

The successes in the remake of Night of the Living Dead far outweigh the faults though. Savini and Romero manage to retain much of the claustrophobic atmosphere and sense of dread that made the original so great. They completely changed the ending, which in many remakes is a big mistake, but this new ending is brilliant. Overall, this is what a remake should be, everything you love about the original with a modern facelift. Two severed thumbs up. Nathan says check it out.

Friday, April 8, 2011

30 Day Horror Challenge Day 07 - Your favorite supernatural horror film

Well, this is a broad topic, huh? Technically, anything besides a serial killer flick could really be considered “supernatural.” I’m gonna guess the intent was ghosts and hauntings though, so I’m gonna go with Candyman. I hear you all asking, “Candyman? Supernatural horror? What?” Candyman often gets lumped in with the slasher genre, and I can see why. Candyman himself is an iconic killer with a trademark weapon. The movie, however, is really a ghost flick. He’s an urban legend, brought to life as an apparition by the belief in his story. Sounds pretty supernatural to me.

Candyman is based on a Clive Barker short story. It’s a riff on the old Bloody Mary shtick. For those of you who were never in elementary school, allow me to elaborate. Her backstory varies, but the legend says that if you say her name 5 times (or 3, or 10, depending on where you grew up) into a mirror in the dark, she will appear. Candyman is a similar legend, based on a tale of the son of a slave murdered for his romance with a white woman. He returned as a hook handed killer summoned by saying his name 5 times. His legend is a part of the culture of Cabrini Green, a housing project in Chicago. When real life murders start occurring, you guessed it, they are attributed to Candyman. Helen is writing a thesis about the Candyman myth, and, while doing some on site research, is assaulted by a gang member who has taken on the persona. After she helps put him away, the myth has supposedly been dispelled. Then the real Candyman shows up, and he’s pissed. It seems that her screwing with people’s belief in his legend threatens him. This is basically the same problem Freddy had in Freddy vs. Jason. If no one’s scared, the boogeyman becomes obsolete and fades away. The rest of the movie deals with everyone Helen knows dying by the hook, Helen being blamed for the murders, and Candyman attempting to get Helen to join him in legend land.

That godawful Urban Legend flick mined similar territory 6 years later, but the “urban legend come to life” motif is married to a much more interesting concept here. Candyman is given life through the belief and fear in his story. Is he real because people believe in his story, or do people believe in his story because he’s real? He states at one point “Your disbelief destroyed the faith of my congregation. Without them I am nothing.” Brings up some theological questions huh? No wonder, it’s based on a Clive Barker story. Barker excels at taking big metaphysical and cultural questions and issues and burying them in a horror story. Look at all of the symbolism in the flick I talked about yesterday, Nightbreed. They say a teaspoon of sugar helps the medicine go down. Well Clive knows that a bucket of blood makes philosophy more palatable to the horror freak. Without this whole deeper concept, this could have easily been just another slasher flick.

So, aside from the cool concept, what do we have here? Great monster? Check. Tony Todd is, as always, excellent. He’s right up there with Lance Henriksen on the short list of actors that can get me to sit through bad movies just because of their presence. Not Candyman, it’s awesome, but Tony has been in some true crap in his career. He’ll be popping up again before this 30 Day thing is over. His Candyman isn’t just maniacal, but suave and regal. His voice is absolutely perfect for the characters dialog. There’s a reason this became his best known role. Talented and OH MY GOD beautiful leading lady? Check. Virginia Madsen pulls off a subtle but spot on performance. Killer setting? Check. The filthy, graffiti covered corridors of Cabrini Green and Candyman’s layer are magnificent. Good direction? Check. Bernard Rose, just like in Paperhouse (another one he directed), prefers long shots to rapid fire cuts and moves the camera with a fluidity many directors can’t pull off. Good writing? Check. For a 99 minute movie based on a 58 page story, there sure isn’t much filler. The tension just keeps building and building. Spine tingling score? Check. Check this out...

…creepy as hell, right? Well done Philip Glass

The true testament to the effectiveness of this movie is that I know people in their mid 30’s that won’t say Candyman five times in a mirror TO THIS DAY! Me, I ain’t afraid of no ghost. Just in case though, let me go ahead and say two severed thumbs up. Nathan says check it out. Ok, here we go. Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. Ca…oh wait, I almost forgot. I told Travis I’d put a haiku in this one. Here ya go...

His voice may be smooth

“Sweets for the sweet. Be my victim.”

But the hook says more.

…Candyman.

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