Aisle of the Damned: 09/08/17- Netflix and Chill: Bonus Solo Round

You pay for it anyway

Sure, it’s the dog days of autumn at your local omniplex, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to watch. As a matter of fact, Kent and Bryan have a trio of direct to streaming/video/microprocessor brain implant releases which have come out in the last couple of weeks, including horror comedy Little Evil, Batman: The Animated Series cash-in Batman and Harley Quinn, and the controversial Death Note. Are they worth that monthly fee and/or rental charge?

We also discuss some shake-ups with film directors who are out at Star Wars, in at Warner Bros’ DCEU and, in the case of Tobe Hooper, shuffled from this mortal coil.

All this and less on Aisle of the Damned!

The Aquabats- 
Stuck in a Movie
The Primitives- Stop Killing Me

Aisle of the Damned: 08/25/17- Consider That a Divorce

I mean, she ain't Chucky.

Bryan and Kent have seen Annabelle: Creation and they’re glad they’re watching it instead of Annabelle. But is that damning it with faint praise? And what’s with all the jumping around in time? Yeah, and what about Scarecrow’s brain? Sorry, where were we?

But before we get to all that, Kent wants to recommend Best Buy’s Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 release. Unfortunately, Bryan lets us know it may not be that simple. They also look at some trailers and some news, including the fact that it seems like a week can’t go by without something comic book related flying around in DC and Warner Bros., this time surrounding the Joker.

All this and less on Aisle of the Damned!

The Aquabats- 
Stuck in a Movie
Zombina and the Skeletones- That Doll Just Tried to Kill Me

Aisle of the Damned: 07/07/17- Boss Baby Driver’s Day Out

Simon and Garfunkel, not KISS

Baby Driver, auteur Edgar Wright’s latest lean, mean, high-octane comedic thriller, is finally here, and boy, does it live up to the promise of the Cornetto trilogy. Let us tell you why.

Plus, we have a look at Despicable Me 3! After suffering overload from the Minions movie, does it still have the same punch?

Meanwhile, we have the usual news and a slew of trailers to look at, including a new Jumanji and, yes, My Little Pony: The Movie.

All this and less on Aisle of the Damned!

The Aquabats- Stuck in a Movie
April March- La Fille À La Moto

Kent’s Damned Movie Reviews: John Wick


There’s this stigma that surrounds Keanu Reeves and I don’t think it’s warranted. No, the guy doesn’t have that much range. He’s basically got two modes he excels in: Ted and man of action.

Of course he hasn’t really reprised Ted-mode since the second of the underrated Bill and Ted films (unless you count his short cameo in Alex ‘Bill’ Winters’ Freaked) but the action man trope is something he’s visited many times with varying amounts of success. I would argue that a lot of his failures haven’t so much been because of Reeves’ abilities but instead largely on a pile of bad scripts and a lack of understanding in how to use him.

Much like other actors like, say, Jackie Chan or John Wayne, Reeves doesn’t have a ton of range, but he excels when he gets in the hands of a smart moviemaker that knows what to do with him. Speed and The Matrix are of course the most prominent examples. John Wick should also be added to that list, because David Leitch and Chad Stahelski’s John Wick is a very smart, taut and well rendered example of its genre that can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with other beloved entries. In fact, if I were to describe it in terms of mixing examples, it would be Payback mixed with Drive. In fact, it hit me the way Drive must have for a lot of people, given the way they described their experiences with it.

The basics are that Reeves plays the title character, a former hit man that left the mob awash in blood and death. After losing his wife, (his initial reason for getting out) he finds himself dragged back into the life in order to revenge himself against the very people he used to work for. His world is populated with fantastic character actors like Willem Dafoe and Adrianne Palicki doing great work as his colleagues and Michael Nyqvist doing a lot of heavy lifting as a Russian boss.

Part of the reason it is a success is because it doesn’t make Reeves do a lot of that heavy lifting, mostly being satisfied to let his actions speak for him as he bounces off the other characters in the film. Despite that, I would say it comes across as his most impressive performance. Does that make a ton of sense? Maybe not. Yet that’s how it felt watching the movie.

Also making an impression is the smart way that the filmmakers build an established mythology around Wick, but never take it too far. They spend a good deal of the run time building him up as a threat before unchaining him and when he does break loose, it lives up to the hype. The action sequences themselves manage to be both exciting and fluid without seeming too staged. They are expertly rendered.

They also do a good job of creating a mob-based society that functions under the surface of the regular world that stretches credulity without ever hitting the breaking point. Take the club where professional killers gather in the middle of the city with its own established rules and an entry cost of a gold coin. This could easily be taken to a ridiculous level and in many films today, it would be. Especially if there’s a chance at a sequel or a franchise. But in John Wick it mostly exists as an interesting aside that helps further the main plot. Leitch and Stahelski use it to spice up the film and create atmosphere, but they lose the focus on Wick and his quest for vengeance in their storytelling.

You might be getting tired of me listing things that work in the film, but I’d also be neglectful if I didn’t bring up the crackerjack script that is full of hard-boiled dialogue. Yet it offers a lot of opportunity to the actors to contribute, sometimes letting them create a huge laugh with a single word.

If there’s a downside to the film, it would probably be that if you are familiar with the genre, you aren’t going to see anything particularly new. But sometimes isn’t solid competence enough? Not every film has to reinvent the wheel or serve as deconstructionist meta-commentary. This movie is absolutely solid and I find myself liking it even more upon reflection. It makes lots of good decisions. It will hopefully serve as a precursor for even better things to come for this pair. I’m arguing with myself over how high to grade it and in the end I’m going to err on the high side. I hope people find this film because it will come as a very pleasant surprise to many.

(Four damns given out of five)

Kent’s Damned Movie Reviews: The Grand Budapest Hotel

Key Party!Like the frosted creations contained within, Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel looks like a delicate, appetizing confection of no particular nourishment, but hidden inside are tools needed to make the film work. (That analogy will make much more sense to folks after they’ve seen the film.)

If ever Anderson has come close to overdosing on whimsy (and this is coming from a huge fan of his work), this is probably it. He Inceptions us into the tale, layer after layer, taking us back through the decades in increasingly stylized fashion to different eras of history, each one seemingly more fictional than the last. While doing this, he is changing aspect ratios to reflect the particular thread one is following at the time. It sounds more difficult to grasp than it is, but it does seem like a lot of effort to go through for what amounts to a framing device, and an extraneous one at that. Especially given how elegantly simple a similar concept was executed in The Royal Tenenbaums. (Both films are ostensibly based on books that do not exist.)

That said, the film itself is witty and quick moving, so any issues with this will most likely disappear once the main storyline begins. That story being the tale of M. Gustave, concierge of the opulent Grand Budapest Hotel in a fictional Alpine country in central Europe, and his new lobby boy, Zero Moustafah. While Zero is the classic Anderson hero (deadpan, quick and with unexplained quirks), Ralph Fiennes is something new. A blustering perfectionist that seeks to be masculine and foppish at the same time, he is not only a perfect foil in a screwball comedy, but he is an excellent representation of old Europe and how it fell away during the second world war.

The whole film is a metaphor for it, in point of fact. Taking place in the 1930s, Anderson never actually uses Nazis as bad guys, but anyone that can’t see that the Zig Zag is his fairy tale version of the 3rd Reich is denser than anyone I’d want to know. One would assume he was inspired by Charlie Chaplin’s Great Dictator in that regard, representing the Germans in similar fashion to the Double Cross of Chaplin’s evil regime. It also seems to have a lot in common with another filmmaker that created an anti-Nazi comedy before it’s time, Ernst Lubitch. Like To Be or Not To Be, Hotel finds itself being a screwball caper pitting the self-appointed proponents of society and culture against thugs and violence. In To Be it is a theater troupe. In Hotel, Gustave fancies himself an expert lover and a poet of exceptional… length.

The film’s cast is overloaded to the point of exploding. Typically I am in favor of finding the best person for the role, even if it happens to be a famous person. Here, admittedly, it is employed so much as to be distracting on occasion. One can understand why so many actors would agree to it though. Anderson films are, to this point, pretty universal critical darlings. An actor can show up, put on a funny costume for two or three days work and end up with a high rated film on their imdb page. (And as many people have made multiple appearances in his films, one would assume he’s enjoyable to work with.) While a lot of people like Bill Murray and Harvey Keitel have quick but memorable cameos, the standout for me was Willem Dafoe as a heavy for the well-to-do family who’s matriarch dying is the kick-off for the whole plot. He manages to exude perfect comic menace. It’s something a lot of actors have tried to pull off, but Dafoe makes it seem effortless by never chewing scenery. Also in a villain’s role is Adrien Brody and his spoiled brat cum murderous Zig Zag man is equally intriguing as he delivers a playfully angry character seeking what he believes is rightfully his by birth. Rounding out the main cast is Saoirse Ronan, who I’ve enjoyed in various projects before. She is more talked up than actually given things to do, but she manages to imbue her character with a lot of pathos despite her limited screentime.

The film itself has an odd look to it as Anderson pulls from his established bag of tricks whilst adding just a little bit of the new. To help solidify the aspects of the film being like a comedy of the time, he goes back to using miniatures and stop motion effects for things that could easily be accomplished by CGI. However, there are some shots in the film where it looks like he’s using full-tilt CGI in conjunction with these old-fashioned and purposely cheesy techniques. It can be a bit jarring, but it does reinforce the idea that CG is just another tool in a director’s bag and that it is neither better or worse than anything else if it creates the visual they are trying to accomplish. It’s also not a coincidence that the bulk of the film takes place in the Academy 1.33:1 ratio that was common of the time and is now thought of as being the old TV format. It also eschews Anderson’s usual penchant for creating a soundtrack of retro-pop hits for only classical music and film score. The film draws the line at keeping to the era’s content limitations, however, and far exceeds the pre-code allotment for language and sexual imagery.

Grand Budapest Hotel isn’t the best Anderson film, becoming a victim of its own grandiose ambitions. It’s always under the threat of collapsing in on itself. However it’s hardly a failure either. It’s highly entertaining, if a bit flawed, and the more I think about his choices, the more I seem to like many of them. It’s also frequently laugh-out-loud funny. I get the feeling that this film, like most of Anderson’s work, will grow on me over repeated viewings.

(Three and a half damns given out of five)