Eh... What's up, Taliban? (Hat-tip to The Huffington Post.)
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
No kidding: If the North Koreans have Austin on their must-nuke list, I can't help thinking it's because I had nice things to say about Red Dawn last fall at Fantastic Fest in the Teas capital. I feel so... responsible. Yikes.
As I admitted a few weeks ago, I actually was looking forward to Big Ass Spider! at SXSW this year. And guess what? It was every bit as funny/crazy as I hoped it would be.
The best part about it: Director Mike Mendez and co-scripter Gregory Gieras don't try to be too obviously wink-wink, nudge-nudge clever as they pay affectionate homage to B- and Z-movie conventions. Indeed, I suspect that if you could somehow digitally lift the supporting performances of Ray Wise (as a military official deeply concerned about the eponymous creature) and Patrick Bauchau (as a scientist whose advice is not entirely trustworthy) and drop them into a dead-serious cheapie-creepie of yesteryear, they wouldn't appear out of place at all.
Big Ass Spider! figures into a SXSW wrap-up I wrote for Variety, which you can read here.
Monday, March 25, 2013
I can laugh at this now -- well, maybe grin nervously -- but it was quite a shock for me Saturday night when, right in the middle of watching Hud on my big-screen TV, I began to see what resembled a huge black jellyfish traipsing down a back road in the Texas Panhandle. (As I gawked at the black-and-white image, I couldn't help thinking: "Wait! Did I put some '50s sci-fi movie into the DVD player by accident?") I rubbed my eyes, then ran to the restroom and splashed water into them -- but when I came back, the jellyfish was still there, hovering above Paul Newman and Brandon De Wilde in a small-town bar. In fact, the jellyfish didn't disappear entirely for about 15 minutes. And even after it departed, I would occasionally see black flecks -- shaped a bit like feathers -- floating around my line of vision, suggesting that some large vulture might be molting somewhere above Melvyn Douglas' head.
The feathers made a few unwelcome reappearances throughout Sunday -- even while I worked on a couple of assignment for Cowboys & Indians, The Premiere Magazine of the West -- greatly amping my already considerable paranoia about my eyesight. (I've always been afraid of losing my vision -- and not just because, hey, there isn't much of a market for blind film critics.) So as soon as I could land an appointment today with my optometrist -- the lovely and talented Sheryl Pickering, O.D. -- I high-tailed it over to her office, where my eyeballs underwent a thorough going over, complete with ultrasound scanning.
So far, it looks like the problem isn't anything as serious as macular degeneration -- thank you, Jesus! -- but rather "floaters" caused by some deterioration of vitreous fluid. (This, I was told, is "part of the natural aging process," and I can't begin to tell you how happy I was to hear that.) Mind you, this can be a serious condition if it turns out that I have some kind of tear in my retina. But Dr. Pickering didn't see any sign of that -- and, trust me, she and her assistants looked, quite diligently, all the while demonstrating amazing patience while dealing with a crybaby wuss of a patient.
I'm set to go back for another check-up next month, by which time I may have grown accustomed to what I've been warned might be sporadic re-sightings of the floaters. (Nothing for the past few hours -- keeping my fingers crossed.) Right now, though, my dilated pupils have returned to normal size, I'm feeling much calmer -- or, to be more precise, considerably less hysterical -- and I'm ready to resume my normal workload tomorrow. (Even my cats appear to be in a better mood than they seemed this morning -- perhaps they'd heard me mumbling something to my son about my possible need for a seeing-eye dog.) Indeed, I'm functioning well enough to give my Art of Filmmaking students at Houston Community College their mid-term tonight after showing them a documentary about the making of Casablanca.
But if I suddenly see a huge black jellyfish hanging with Humphrey Bogart...
Friday, March 22, 2013
There have been several outstanding documentaries about Hurricane Katrina's devastating assault on New Orleans -- most notably, Spike Lee's epic When the Levees Broke -- and quite a few notable feature films and TV dramas about post-Katrina life in the Crescent City. But as far as I can tell, Eric Heisserer's ingeniously suspenseful Hours -- one of the very best films I saw this year at SXSW -- is the first significant dramatic feature set during the storm and its cataclysmic aftermath. You can read my Variety review here.
And speaking of my SXSW faves: The Retrieval, Chris Eska’s filmed-in-Texas Civil War-era drama about black freedmen pressed into service by white bounty hunters, is an outstanding example of regional indie filmmaking accomplished with limited resources and an abundance of skill. My Variety review is here.
Now for something completely different: Cheap Thrills is a thoroughly nasty piece of work, which doubtless will be the strongest selling point for this worst-case scenario about steadily escalating dares and degradations. My Variety review is here.
Two of my favorite films at SXSW this year were nonfiction features. An Unreal Dream: The Michael Morton Story -- from Al Reinert, director of the Oscar-nominated For All Mankind -- is an illuminating and infuriating account of a luckless Texan who spent 25 years behind bars after being falsely convicted -- thanks, apparently, to prosecutorial misconduct -- for the murder of his wife. You can read my Variety review of this one here.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Director Rodney Ascher (Room 237) has confirmed my worst suspicions about the corporate logo that loomed large at the tail end of TV shows I viewed during my tragically misspent youth.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Also on tap at SXSW: Some Girl(s), director Daisy von Scherler Mayer's filmization of the controversial stage play by screenwriter-playwright Neil LaBute (In the Company of Men). You can read my review of that one here.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Monday, March 04, 2013
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Postscript: Two esteemed colleagues have pointed out that John Carter, with a $30-million opening-weekend, actually was a bigger "instant flop." So there.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Not gonna lie: I was kinda-sorta traumatized during my misspent youth when I witnessed a humongous arachnid attack rock-'n-rollin' teens in Earth vs. The Spider. Indeed, I vaguely recall screaming out loud and running into the lobby of the theater during a matinee screening of that infamous '50s cheapie-creepie -- and refusing to be coaxed back inside the auditorium even after Revenge of Frankenstein, the second feature on the double bill, began.
Ever since then, I've had slight aversion -- to put it mildly -- to sci-fi flicks involving giant-sized bugs of any sort. And I don't think I'm alone in this regard. In fact, I'm absolutely convinced that Eight-Legged Freaks was a box-office under-achiever a few years ago because arachnophobia is much more widespread than the producers of that movie expected.
So why I am actually looking forward to seeing something called Big Ass Spider! next week at SXSW? Well, for openers, the above trailer makes it look like it'll be a laugh-out-loud hoot. And for another... Well, I have the lede for my review already written: "In the grand tradition of Penn and Teller Get Killed, Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay and Death of a Salesman, Big Ass Spider! earns credit right from the get-go for truth in advertising."