ATLANTIC RIM (2013) **

Giant prehistoric monsters arise from the Atlantic Ocean and attack an oil rig.  America’s last line of defense is three knuckleheads in giant robots who battle the monsters under the sea.  When the monsters finally make it to the shoreline, the robots follow in hot pursuit, effectively blowing the lid off their top-secret organization.

Atlantic Rim is, of course, The Asylum’s cheapjack version of Guillermo Del Toro’s Pacific Rim.  It’s obvious and clunky, but it’s far from the lowest rungs of The Asylum’s ladder.  It’s just competent enough to keep you watching and be marginally invested in, yet it’s not “bad” enough to make it a camp classic.  

The only real unintentional laughs come from seeing Dances with Wolves’ Graham Greene earning a paycheck as the general in charge of the operation.  The rest of the cast (which include “Treach” from Naughty by Nature) are barely characters and the love triangle subplot is perfunctory at best.  David Chokachi is especially obnoxious as “Red”, the cocky robo-pilot.  

Once the pilots get into their mech suits and begin pounding on monsters, Atlantic Rim is sort of fun.  There’s a part of my lizard brain that just eats this stuff up.  Is it dumb?  Yes, but it’s also mildly amusing.  I was also anticipating the effects to be much worse.  To my surprise, they manage to get the job done. 

Overall, Atlantic Rim won’t fool anyone into thinking they’re watching Guillermo Del Toro’s flick, but it doesn’t deserve to sink to the bottom of the ocean either.

AKA:  From the Sea.  AKA:  5,000 Fathoms Deep.  AKA:  Atlantic Rim:  World’s End.  AKA:  Attack from Beneath.  AKA:  Attack from the Atlantic Rim.  AKA:  Battle of Atlantis.  

CREED 2 (2018) ****

Creed was a one in a million shot.  I mean how can you make a Rocky movie without Rocky as the main character and make it work?  Somehow Ryan Coogler and Michael B. Jordan delivered a film that was every bit as good, if not better than the other Rocky sequels.  Even with the runaway success of Creed, I walked into this sequel with a sense of trepidation.  I mean, how can you make lightning strike twice?  Like the main character, Creed 2 beats the odds.  

Creed 2 sort of functions as Rocky 4 Part 2.  Ivan Drago (Dolph Lungren), the man who killed Apollo Creed, brings his son Viktor (Florian Munteanu) to America to challenge Apollo’s son Adonis (Jordan) for the heavyweight championship of the world.  Adonis turns to his trainer (and the only one to defeat Drago) Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone) for help.  And that’s where I’ll stop, because seeing how the plot unfolds is one of the movie’s many joys.

Creed 2 cherry picks the best elements of all the Rocky movies and weaves them into one rich tapestry.  The obvious one is Rocky 4, but there are also shades of 2, 3, and even 5 at play here.  Even if some of the plot seems a bit familiar, it’s still full of surprises that I wouldn’t dream of revealing. 

Creed was such a treasure.  I wondered how they’d ever top it.  That’s the secret of 2’s success.  It feels the same way.  Just as Adonis is living in the shadow of his father, Creed 2 is living in the shadow of the original.  Adonis, like the movie itself, realizes in order to escape that shadow, you must forge your own path.

Creed 2 keeps an eye in the rear-view mirror, honoring what came before, but never loses sight of the future as it blazes down its own road of discovery.  It’s a movie about fathers and sons and how the legacy of the father can lead to unrealistic expectations for the son.  It’s about trying to rewrite history while at the same time securing the future.  It’s about doing the right thing for the right reasons.  There are scenes that pull at your heartstrings and make you pump your fist; sometimes at the same time.  That is to say, it’s a Rocky movie, and a great one at that. 

The performances are stellar.  Jordan once again essays the role of Creed with confidence, swagger, and heart.  He’s especially good whenever he’s on screen with Tessa Thompson.  Their chemistry during their domestic scenes are the foundation of their journey together, one that I can’t wait to see flourish as the series goes on.  Stallone does another fine job as Rocky.  He has a little less to do here than he did in Creed, but he is nevertheless excellent, particularly when professing the guilt he still feels for not stopping Apollo’s fight with Drago.  Speaking of Drago, all I can say is that Dolph Lundgren is a revelation.  

God damn it.  I didn’t think it could happen.  Dolph Lundgren made me cry. 

Director Steven Caple, Jr. doesn’t do any of the long-take cinematic gymnastics of Ryan Coogler.  He brings his own style to the proceedings and carves out his own niche in the Rocky franchise.  He has made a film that stands shoulder to shoulder alongside the original as a shining example of what the Rocky movies, and what cinema itself, are all about.

Naturally, Rocky gets the best line of the movie when he says, “He broke things in me that ain’t never been fixed!”

LIQUID SKY (1983) **

Avant-garde, oddball, bizarre.  Those were the first three words I wrote down to describe Liquid Sky.  Even after writing that sentence, I’m having trouble to find the words to do this movie justice, but I’ll try.

Aliens looking for heroin land their ship (it’s the size of a dinner plate) on top of an apartment building in New York.  They observe a gaggle of weirdo performance art types doing drugs and having sex.  They soon determine the combination of sex and drugs adds to the high and wait till the punks, artsy-fartsy people, and hooligans are in the throes of passion to strike.  Meanwhile a scientist from Germany investigates the aliens and spies on the punks fornicating.

Anne Carlisle stars in the dual role of Margaret and Jimmy.  In the film’s most memorable scene, she gives herself (himself?) a blowjob in front of a bunch of partygoers.  It’s moments like this that keep you glued to Liquid Sky.  Even though you’re forced to wade through a LOT of crude, weird, and confounding stuff, there are just enough rewarding bits here to justify its cult status.

I guess one of the things that irks me about Liquid Sky is that it was consciously made to be a midnight movie.  It’s like the filmmakers looked at all the other cult films at the time and tried to make their own version of it.  There’s obviously John Waters, Andy Warhol, and Rocky Horror influences running throughout the picture, along with a punk rock type of attitude towards androgyny, rape, and necrophilia, but it never quite works.  With its garish lighting, colorful costumes, and purposefully absurd line readings of trashy dialogue like “I kill with my cunt!”, it’s easy to see why some cult film fanatics would take to it.    

Liquid Sky doesn’t endear itself to the audience by making most of the characters drug-addicted loonies.  The disjointed editing is also really distracting, and the irritating and repetitive score gets on your nerves as well.  I think I may have been able to handle all of that, warts and all, but the sheer oppressive length (112 minutes) ultimately sinks it.

It’s certainly visually appealing.  Some of the colorful, neon-bathed shots are trippy, but the infrared POV shots of the aliens are random and annoying.  It’s hard to take your eyes off it, even if it is way too long, aggressively weird, and sometimes dumb.

As a lover of cult films in general, Liquid Sky has been on my radar for a long time.  Now that I’ve finally seen it, I have to say I’m glad I saw it, and I probably don’t ever have to see it again.

SANTA AND THE ICE CREAM BUNNY (1972) *

Santa’s sleigh gets stuck in the sand on a beach in Florida.  Some local kids try to help Santa by bringing him every kind of animal known to man to pull the sled out, but it’s no use.  Meanwhile, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn come floating by on their raft with their pet raccoon in tow.  At one point, it looks like it takes a bite out of Tom.  I hope Santa has a rabies shot in his bag.  Santa finally gives up trying to get out of the sand, so he tells the kids a long story about Jack and the Beanstalk to pass the time.  Finally, the Ice Cream Bunny shows up (without ice cream, I might add) to give Santa a ride back to the North Pole.

So basically, this whole movie is about someone frittering away an hour or so while they wait for a tow.

Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny is one of the worst Christmas movies I’ve ever seen, which is to say I’m sure it’ll become a yearly yuletide tradition in my home.  There are so many WTF moments here that your brain will have trouble cataloguing it all.  Take for instance the scene at the North Pole where Santa’s elves (children in pointy hats who sing badly dubbed songs) go to check on the reindeer and we see them walking around in a grassy field.  Apparently, climate change hit the North Pole.  Hard.  

There is a basic level of competence on display during the Jack and the Beanstalk sequence.  Even though the effects are crummy (like the rear screen projection to make the giant look big), the songs are terrible, and the props are laughable (the “beanstalk” is merely a rope with some greenery wrapped around it), director Barry (The Beast That Killed Women) Mahon at least can tell the story from A to B.  The Santa Claus wraparound scenes (which incredibly enough, only take up only about 15% of the actual running time) are spectacularly inept.  I mean, it appears that Santa has shit his pants in one scene and the editor STILL kept the scene in there.  Amazing.

Then there’s the Ice Cream Bunny.  Never mind that he never brings anyone any ice cream.  I can handle that.  It’s the fact that he looks so damned creepy that I can’t get over.  The scene where the Bunny slowly approaches the beach in his jalopy accompanied by the sound of air raid sirens is the stuff of nightmares, and when he slowly winks at the kids, it’s nothing short of horrifying.  

Incredibly enough, there’s ANOTHER version of this movie that substitutes Thumbelina for the Jack and the Beanstalk story.  I think I know what I’m watching come Christmas.

HALLOWEEN HANGOVER: MURDER PARTY (2007) *** ½

Before he wowed everyone with Green Room, Jeremy Saulnier made this surprising and fun horror flick.  It starts off with a very Carpenter vibe (especially during the opening scenes of kids trick-or-treating), before turning into something wholly unique and fresh.  It’s truly the work of a gifted filmmaker who is having a blast springing surprises and twists on his audience every chance he gets.

A likeable nerd (Chris Sharp) is content on spending Halloween alone with his cat.  He changes his plans when he finds an invitation to a “murder party” on the street.  He then makes a costume out of cardboard and shows up to an abandoned warehouse where a group of weirdoes in costumes kidnap him, tie him up, and inform him that they will kill him at the stroke of midnight.

Murder Party starts off like gangbusters and Saulnier rarely takes his foot of the gas.  It’s a thin premise, but the running time is only 79 minutes long.  Saulnier’s obviously smart enough to know when to quit and gets as much out of the (mostly) single setting as possible.  Even in the claustrophobic location, Saulnier is economical enough to make the production feel much bigger, and his deft style keeps you on your toes.

Once the axes fly and chainsaws start revving, it’s a gory good time, but even some of the stalling tactics (like the game of “Extreme Truth or Dare”) are clever and fun.  The last act, which takes place outside of the warehouse location is like going down a rabbit hole of nightmarish lunacy.  Saulnier also makes a handful of funny jabs at the hipster art scene during this section of the film, most of which manage to score a bull’s eye.

As good as a debut as this was, Saulnier amazingly just got better.  

THE MAN FROM S.E.X. (1979) ** ½

Gareth Hunt takes over for Nicky Henson as secret agent Charles Bind, “Number One” in this sequel to Her Majesty’s Top Gun.  This time out, Number One must stop a corrupt Senator (Gary Hope) from replacing the Vice President with an evil double.  He also contends with the Senator’s ruthless henchman, Jensen Fury (Nick Tate), who’s just itching to prove he’s a quicker draw than Number One.

It’s always fun when someone from the legitimate James Bond series appear in these campy 007 knockoffs.  In this case, it’s Geoffrey Keen playing the M role.  There are lots of Bond tropes that are lovingly sent up.  We have a Q-like inventor named Merlin, a sexy love interest with a double entendre for a name (“Carlotta Muff”), karate fights, oddball henchmen, cool gadgets (including a flying car), and a Bond-style opening credits sequence.  (The song itself doesn’t sound like it would belong in a Bond movie, but it’s quite rocking.) 

As far as Bond spoofs go, you can do much worse.  Although, it’s not exactly a spoof, but rather another version of a Bond movie done on a smaller budget, with more desperate puns, weirder gadgets, and a few topless scenes.  Some of the highlights include a car equipped with a buzz saw, exploding women, and flamethrower lighters.  The best scene is when a stripper with razor blades fastened to her tassels begins twirling them so fast that they become deadly buzz saws.  Number One protects himself by holding up a wooden table and she literally turns it into a toothpick!  To which he quips, “You wouldn’t happen to have an olive?” 

She replies, “No but I have a pair!”

Genius. 

The movie really fires on all cylinders during the first act, but the fun slowly dries up as it goes along.  I guess you can say that about many legitimate Bond pictures though.  The third act is weak too, which is probably the only thing preventing it from receiving a *** rating.  The good news is it’s funnier and more effective than Her Majesty’s Top Gun. 

AKA:  Licensed to Love and Kill.  AKA:  Undercover Lover.

HALLOWEEN HANGOVER: MANDY (2018) ***

You know Nicolas Cage is going to be awesome in Mandy when his first line of dialogue is a knock-knock joke about Erik Estrada.  He also casually name drops Marvel characters into his pillow talk with his wife (Andrea Riseborough).  He’s kind of broody for most of the movie, but once director Panos (Beyond the Black Rainbow) Cosmatos finally lets Cage off his leash (or out of his cage, if you prefer) he’s often amazing.  No one can say a simple line like, “You ripped my shirt” and make it sound like a wounded, emotionally-unraveled battle cry.  If you think he’s wacko then, wait till you see him high on zombie mescaline.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Cage is a lumberjack named Red Miller who adores his wife Mandy (Riseborough).  A cult of religious fanatics sends a gruesome mutant biker gang to kidnap and kill her.  They leave Red for dead, but he returns to avenge his loved one armed with a freshly forged battle axe and a case of pure CAGE RAGE.

Imagine if Clive Barker did a biker movie and that might give you an idea what to expect.  (Hellraiser’s Angels on Wheels?)  Cosmatos’ style is visually dazzling.  He often fills the frame with eye-popping colorful imagery and lots of lens flares, which make the film look like the love child of Dario Argento and Steven Spielberg.  In addition, there’s a kitchen sink approach that makes it unique.  Cosmatos uses everything from anime-style animation to goofy faux ‘80s commercials and what only can be labeled as Heavy Metal Album Imagery to keep us on our toes.  

Honestly, there was no reason whatsoever for this to be two hours long.  Some of Cosmatos’ tangents are less successful than others.  The deliberate pacing also helps to take some of the wind out of the movie’s sails, particularly in the second act.

For all its faults, there’s still nothing quite like Mandy.  It may be uneven, but when it cooks, it’s with an open flame.  Besides, any movie that features Nicolas Cage locked in a chainsaw duel to the death is OK by me.