Thursday, April 9, 2015

Zombie Apocalypse (2011, USA)


Another movie — like Rise of the Zombies (2012) and Zombie Massacre (2013) — that, much like drawing straws, we simply pulled from the some multiple dozens of zombie flicks in the "Zombie Movies" folder on our pal's computer. And as we found out later, Zombie Apocalypse is even directed by the same man (Nick Lyon) who later made Rise of the Zombies (2012), which is also a TV film from The Asylum but, in all truth, is a lot worse than this sloppily diapered baby here.
In Zombie Apocalypse, for all its flaws, the post-apocalyptic world is presented a lot more effectively and with greater care — indeed, we only saw one scene in which cars were still being driven in the background despite the facts that: 1) EMP (electromagnetic pulse) bombs had been dropped at the start of the movie, and 2) zombies don't drive. The script is a bit less cookie-cutter in nature than in Rise and, aside from the basic group-of-survivors-looking-for-a-safe-haven premise common of most zombie flicks, its only truly obvious pilferings are its samurai-wielding babe of minority background (delectable Lesley-Ann Brandt as Cassie, seen below not from the movie), its guilt-ridden leader (Gary Weeks as Mack),* and its arrow-shooters — one and all taken from The Walking Dead.
 
*Luckily, however, the movie doesn't spend too much time on the leader's sense of guilt for all those who have died while under way.
Zombie Apocalypse is a bit low on the known names phoning in a rent-paying performance, the only truly familiar face (to us  and/or at the time of its filming) being Ving Rhames doing his typically stoic man's man, named Henry, whose favorite weapon for dealing with zombies is a sledge hammer. For that, it is one of the rare Asylum films to have a face that has gone on to do bigger things: Ramona, the whiny blonde that you hope will die but who never does, is played by Taryn Manning, seen below not from the movie, who has gained some recognition in the US at least for her stints on Hawaii 5-0 and Orange Is the New Black. In any event, the acting in the movie can't be really be criticized: everyone does well enough, and since an inordinate amount of time is spent on character development, you sort of get to like a couple of them.
Ramona (Manning) is one of the first characters to be introduced in Zombie Apocalypse, one of three friends that at the outbreak of the virus took refuge in a mountain cabin and, weeks later, are forced to return to the ruins of civilization in search for food. Of course, being as stupid as they are hungry, they make way too much noise trying to get at a few candy bars and are attacked by zombies, which means the early departure of the non-character Kevin (Gerald Webb, who is supposedly seen somewhere in Camel Spiders [2012]). Luckily Henry, Mack, Romona and Julien (Johnny Pacar) show up to save Romona and the dude with hipster bad hair (Eddie Steeples as "Billy"), and the rest of the film is spent following the rag-tag group of survivors as they make their way to the coast of San Pedro in the hope of catching a legendary ferry to the legendary island of survivors, Catalina Island. (How the ferry should work after all the EMPs at the start of the film is never broached in the movie.)
Even before the housing-market meltdown a few years ago, Los Angeles had more than enough deserted housing projects perfect for a movie like this: the abandoned and overgrown housing estates work well representing a world gone dead. (For comparison of such abandoned projects, now to earlier days, take a gander at the old non-zombie exploiter, Suburbia [1984 / trailer].) In general — and unlike Lyon's follow-up Rise of the Zombies Zombie Apocalypse exploits its urban locations well, whether a strip mall or downtown Los Angeles, and this does a lot to make the movie work. It's a shame the script just wasn't a bit tighter, and the abundant CGI a little better. There's a scene involving a machine gun, for example, that totally forgets that the gun was left blocks behind the good guys trapped in the house, and the whole bit in the deserted high-school "safe haven" defies normal intelligence — really: you know it's a zombie apocalypse, but you wander around a body-strewn "safe haven" yelling "Hello? Anyone alive here?" until the hoards of un-dead come running? Makes you wonder how any of them got as far as they did in the first place. Also, we can't help but notice the scriptwriters' fascination with certain bodily functions: first, the need to pee is used for some character and friendship building between the ladies, and another character later meets his end basically because he's obsessed with finally being able to sit down on a toilet (in this case, a Johnny-on-the-Spot). Did a German write the script?
Zombie Apocalypse does briefly touch upon three things seldom seen in other zombie movies, all new concepts of varying viability for future inclusion in the zombie cannon. The most interesting one is that the zombies are getting more intelligent as time goes on, to the point of setting traps or running at the sight of guns.* (The development of intelligence, however, is uneven, so if the zombies run from guns in one scene, they don't in the next.)
*OK, one finds this in Romero's later movies as well, but I can't remember if they go as far as to set traps. 
Of less viability is the concept that the zombie virus can spring over onto animals. It is not without reason that, in 28 Days Later (2002 / trailer), the concept of the virus affecting animals was quickly dropped after the opening scene with the chimpanzee: there are too many animals in the world. Shit, even if the legendary number of one rat to every person is a myth, think about how many animals there are to every person — we'd have the chance of a snowball in hell, even if only mammals were susceptible to the virus. (Thus, as far as we are concerned, it is an idea best dropped now.) In any event, the latter "new" aspect is the basis of the big final scene and required  Hemingwayesque sacrifice of a character, a scene marred by crappy CGI.
The last new aspect is one also seen and mentioned in Silent Night, Zombie Night (2009): not all zombies are created equal — in ZA, there are the normal shambling dead and "runners". As there is a direct reference to this difference in ZA, unlike in Nick Lyon's follow-up zombie flick, Rise of the Zombies — in which all zombies are obviously likewise not created equal — the zombies of varying speeds don't come across as a directorial oversight. As a result, the mixing of the classic shambler with the modern speedster doesn't jar all that much.
We enjoyed director's Lyon's later Rise of the Zombies for what it was: a laughably crappy movie. Zombie Apocalypse, however, is a bit less easy to simply dismiss as crappy. It may not really be a good movie — it has way too many flaws to be anything more than second rate — but is also not really a laughably terrible movie: for all the balls it drops, it also catches too many to simply be dismissed as a lost cause or hilarious example of bad filmmaking. As a TV movie, it really isn't all that terrible, and it is actually better than the way too many disappointing episodes of its inspiration, The Walking Dead. (As a DVD release, however, Zombie Apocalypse arguably also lacks the added requirements of gratuitous nudity, but then, most films do nowadays.)
Zombie Apocalypse is, perhaps, simply what it is: generic, low budget zombie movie, nothing spectacularly good or bad, but OK for a zombie fix if one is needed. A flick for zombie completists, in other words, and not horror movie fans.

Friday, April 3, 2015

The Red Monks / I Frati Rossi (Italy, 1988)

(Spoilers) Also known, in Germany, as Sexorgien der roten Mönche, which literally translates into the truly inviting title, Sex Orgies of the Red Monks — and a misleading title, as there is nary an orgy anywhere in the movie.
One rumor has it that Lucio Fulci was given the flick's "Presents" credit because he was pulled from The Red Monks as director and replaced by the flick's screenwriter, Gianni Martucci. Another rumor has it that Fulci had absolutely nothing to do with the movie and even went to court, unsuccessfully, to get his name removed from the film. What is not rumor is that with this movie, Gianni Martucci seems to have capped his less-than-spectacular career as screenwriter cum director with a less-than-spectacular piece of sub-standard Italo-trash. We would hazard to guess that had Fulci actually directed the movie, it surely would've been far better than it is now, but even he probably wouldn't have been able to save this wanna-be Gothic horror film that screams "Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!" just as loudly as it screams "Incompetent scriptwriter"!
Which isn't to say that somewhere within the diffuse, confused and scattershot period movie — it is set mostly in the 1930s — there aren't the gossamer threads of an interesting narrative that could've (perhaps) made a good horror movie, Gothic or not. But for that to happen, far more care must be shown to the simplest of movie-making aspects — beginning with a story that makes sense.
The plot is almost tritely (and thus enjoyably) Gothic: a young woman of no special means marries a rich man and moves into his castle, where suddenly he begins to act strange, people die, she experiences unexplainable events, and doom seems to loom as she runs around at night in her long white nightgown. But the plot, if you get down to it, is a farce that neither remains true to itself nor the viewer, and cheats on levels that reveal either a deep disrespect for the audience, a total indifference in general, or a total lack of screenwriting skills.
One can't really talk about The Red Monks without giving away the big plot twist, but the plot twist itself is one of many things that help ruin the movie, as it makes the opening interlude impossible, ridiculous, stupid — simply for the reason that the ending of the movie would mean that the opening interlude would be impossible, as by the end of the movie, all the chance of heirs no longer exists. But then, the opening interlude also feels totally tacked on, as if it were added simply to pad the running time, plot of the real movie be damned.
And what happens during the opening interlude? After a meeting a violin-playing woman (who obviously stumbled in from another movie and never shows up again later) in the gardens of the estate he has just inherited, a man wanders through the dilapidated house only to spy a naked women strolling through the ruins; following her through the house and deep into the cellars, when he finally catches up with her, he hardly has time to say "Hello, nice tits" before she beheads him. And then, to the subtitle "50 years earlier", the real movie begins — and ends with the death of the last line in the family, thus making the heir of the opening film impossible. (And that is the smallest of the obvious flaws of the story.)
The production values of The Red Monks resembles those of a mid-budget TV movie, one with lots of tits but an overly streamlined narrative (the male and female leads meet and marry within minutes, for example). Care is taken for beautiful period cars, locations, and half-way decent outfits, but saved on special effects and gore. The acting is all over the place: the two lead females — penniless painter and eventual wife Ramona Curtis (Lara Wendel of Killing Birds [1987 / trailer] and Tenebre [1982 / trailer]) and MILF housekeeper Pricilla (Malisa Longo of Elsa Fräulein SS aka Captive Women 4 aka Fräuline Kitty [1977 / trailer], A Cat in the Brain [1990 / trailer] and the trash classic War of the Robots [1978 / full movie]) — do rather well, but the lead male  — rich landowner Robert Garlini (Gerardo Amato of Caligula [1979 / trailer] and Notturno con grida [1981 / title track]) — and the tertiary characters of importance, like the French housemaid Lucille (Mary Maxwell) and the period-pimp-looking dude, are thespian disasters.
Likewise, the use of the same actor (Claudio Pacifico of the recent turkey, Dead of the Nite [2013 / trailer]) to play a living historian and then a royalty of centuries past is also more than jarring, as the two don't have anything in common — or do they? And what's with that cheesy-looking spider that pops up twice but has nothing to do with anything — or does it? Lastly, there is an aspect of the plot that pops up twice that is simply repugnant by modern standards: rape is the way to a woman's heart. Did people really still believe that in 1988? (OK, maybe in Italy; in the US, however, by 1988 rape may still have been the woman's fault, but no one really believed anymore that it was the way to her heart.)
That aside, all the female nudity of the movie, courtesy Lara Wendel and Malisa Longo, remains the most interesting aspect of the entire movie. (Indeed, we're startled to realize that delicious Lara Wendel of this flick is the same oddly unappealing and frumpy Lara Wendel of Ghosthouse [1988], a film she made the same year as The Red Monks.) However, what should be actually be the most interesting aspect — that those you think are "good", are actually "bad", while those you think are "bad", are actually "good" — is handled so incompetently that it also becomes the movie's most annoyingly grating aspect. The switch-a-roo is so jarringly out of place, so unbelievable on all levels, that it becomes less a twist than simply stupid.
The Red Monks: nice cars, nice butts and breasts, nice scenery, but incompetently made, dull, uninteresting, and ultimately a both unsatisfying and annoying cinematic experience. There are better bad films out there to waste your time on. The Red Monks is a true rarity — it's a film that makes you wish you were at work.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Short Film: Love & Theft (Germany, 2010)


"And I'm still carrying the gift you gave,
It's a part of me now, it's been cherished and saved,
It'll be with me unto the grave
And then unto eternity.
"
(Bob Dylan)

OK, were the music from an actual band, we would be tempted to simply dismiss this hypnotic short as an exceptionally unique music video (not that a music video can't also be a short film with narrative — see this one here by Die Fanta 4). More than anything, however, Love & Theft is a mesmerizing exercise of merging animation with rhythm. (The great music is from Heiko Maile.) 
Love & Theft was written and directed and animated by Andreas Hykade, the twisted mind behind the equally rhythmic and odd animated Freudian cowboy short Ring of Fire (2000), our Short Film of the Month for March 2011. Among the many metamorphosing faces down in a style that promptly brings to mind Jim Woodring's Frank: Betty Boop, Mickey Mouse, Spider-man, Adolf H., Droopy Dog, and KoKo the Clown, to name but a few. We don't see much content or story in this surreal short, but for that we want to watch it again and again and again.
Like that? The check out these other Short Films of the Month: Muzorama (Dec 2011) and Kunstbar (Sept 2011). Or Cyriak's cows & cows & cows (2010) or Baaa! (2011), neither of which we would want to watch on acid.