SCREAM AND STREAM AGAIN: THE BABYSITTER: KILLER QUEEN (2020) **

(Streamed via Netflix)

I reviewed McG’s The Babysitter as part of The 31 Days of Horror-Ween celebration three years ago.  I don’t remember a whole lot about it, other than Samara Weaving and Bella Thorne were smoking hot in it.  Too bad both of their roles are severely limited this time out.

Well, it’s two years later, and Cole (Judah Lewis) still hasn’t gotten over almost being sacrificed by his deranged babysitter (Weaving).  When his high school crush Melanie (Emily Alyn Lind) invites him for a weekend getaway at the lake, he grudgingly goes along.  Of course, it doesn’t take long before the members of the cult from the first movie come back to life and try to sacrifice Cole… again. 

This ADD sequel tries way too hard to be edgy and cool, and a lot of McG’s cinematic gymnastics act as irritating punctuations on the already over the top humor.  As with the original, many of the pop culture references feel forced or fall flat.  The exaggerated death scenes suffer from some shitty CGI too.  I don’t think there was any reason for this to be a hundred and two freaking minutes either.  If McG cut back on all the VHS interludes, gratuitous dance sequences, and video game fight scenes, he might’ve gotten this down to an acceptable eighty-eight minutes or so.

It’s interesting because whenever McG shifts into a lower gear, it almost threatens to work.  For example, Ken Marino and Leslie Bibb are quite amusing as Cole’s parents, who clearly think he’s a nutcase.  They seem to be playing in an entirely different (funnier) movie.  Whenever the over the top antics start ramping back up, things start going downhill fast. 

If anything, The Babysitter:  Killer Queen just goes to show just how much Weaving’s presence salvaged the original.  She isn’t in this one very much (it’s essentially a glorified cameo) and her absence is certainly felt throughout.  Thorne gets more screen time than Weaving, but all she gets to do is rehash the same shit she did last time. 

Then again, no matter how irritating much of this was, the old school punk fan in me can’t completely hate any movie that features a slow-motion character introduction set to the tune of The Cramps’ “The Way I Walk” or an action sequence that prominently features The Dead Kennedys’ “Police Truck”.    

Lind gets the best line when she says, “Plan B is more than a pill I take on Saturdays.”

THE 31 DAYS OF HORROR-WEEN: SCREAM AND STREAM AGAIN

Well, folks.  It’s that time of year again.  Time to spend the whole month of October watching nothing but horror movies.  In previous years, I have watched nothing but horror sequels and movies from Netflix (Netflix and Kill) and Amazon Prime (Prime Evil).  This year, I will pretty much be bringing all those ideas into one theme which I call Scream and Stream Again. 

I resisted streaming movies online for a while now, but in the past year, mostly due to the pandemic, I would say that 80% of my movie-watching is done through a streaming service.  Whether it be on my smart TV, iPhone, or computer, sometimes it’s just easier (as much as it pains me to say it) to stream a movie than watch one the old-fashioned way.  Since there are so many streaming options out there, I thought I would broaden my horizons a bit.  In addition to the old reliable workhorses like Netflix and Prime, I will also be using as many different streaming services as possible.  I will also be sure to make a note of which service I streamed the film on in my review, just in case you want to check it out for yourself.

I will also be trying to watch as many horror sequels as possible in an effort to bridge any gaps in my horror franchise knowledge.  Not all of the films I watch as part of Scream and Stream Again will be sequels, but I am going to make an effort to watch a few sequels outside of the monthly theme under the usual 31 Days of Horror-Ween banner. 

So, what do you say?  Let’s get this thing underway!  And now… the streaming starts…

LOVE LETTERS OF A PORTUGUESE NUN (1977) ***

Maria (Susan Hemingway) is an innocent teenage girl who gets caught making time with a guy in the woods by the nosy Father Vicente (William Berger).  He takes Maria back to her mother and demands she be sent to a convent for her own good.  First order of business when she gets there:  Mother Superior (Ana Zanatti) has to do a hymen check.  Purely a formality, you understand. 

Later, Father Vicente hears Maria’s confession and beats off while she tells him about her naughty nightmares of getting carnal with her cousin.  Before Maria can even get fitted for her nun’s habit, she’s informed she’s got to wear a crown of thorns over her naughty bits, even if it draws blood.  I love it when they strictly enforce the dress code like that.  Eventually our heroine discovers Mother Superior is a card-carrying Satan worshipper with a penchant for lesbian orgies.  When Maria proves to be more trouble than she’s worth, Mother Superior decides to have her tried as a witch.

Director Jess Franco really took his time on this one.  He slowly draws you in by doling out the exploitation and supernatural elements in a deliberate manner.  That doesn’t necessarily get in the way of the fun.  In fact, it makes it feel a little bit classier than your typical Franco fuck fest.  He even shows, dare I say, RESTRAINT in some scenes. 

Franco delivers some good imagery too.  The dream scenes where a hairy-handed Satan (Herbert Fux) scratches and paws at nubile nun flesh are particularly well done.  He even tosses in some Mark of the Devil-style torture sequences for variety as well.  Sure, none of this is particularly over the top.  I’m sure it probably won’t wow you the way Sadomania or Female Vampire will.  However, Love Letters of a Portuguese Nun still packs in enough sleaze to satisfy fans of Franco and nunsploitation in general.

AKA:  Love Letters from a Portuguese Nun. 

FEMALE JUNGLE (1955) ** ½

A blonde movie star is strangled outside a seedy dive bar.  Lawrence Tierney is a drunk off-duty detective who is found shit-faced at the scene.  Problems arise when witnesses remember seeing him with a blonde who just may have been the victim.  Since he blacked out during the time of the murder, he can’t refute their claims.  It’s then up to Tierney to nose his way into the investigation and find the real killer, or at least keep his name off the suspect list.    

Female Jungle was the first film directed by rotund character actor Bruno (Attack of the Giant Leeches) VeSota.  He has a stark, no-nonsense style that is perfectly suited to film noir.  Although some of the budgetary restrictions are evident (the ADR is terrible), there is plenty of atmosphere to go around. 

Tierney makes for a compelling lead, but it’s the supporting performances that makes it stand out.  The great John Carradine shines as a rich gossip columnist who acted as a mentor to the victim.  Burt Kaiser (who also co-wrote and co-produced) does some fine, sweaty overacting as an alcoholic caricaturist.  Kathleen Crowley is also quite good as Kaiser’s long-suffering wife, and the next potential victim.

The real reason to see it is for Jayne Mansfield.  This was either Mansfield’s first filmed performance or her first film that was released, depending on what you read.   She makes an immediate impression playing (what else?) a sex-crazed seductress.  She’s fun to watch as she juggles men, guzzles booze, and breathlessly recites lines like, “You’re trouble… you always will be!  Now I’ve come along to give you a taste of your own medicine!”

Despite the stylish touches, fun performances, and the sight of a young Mansfield chewing the scenery, the plot really takes a nosedive in the second half.  It’s here when the film becomes populated with too many characters and winds up spinning itself in narrative circles.  The chase finale is anticlimactic, and the final wrap-up runs on way too long.  Still, just for Tierney’s growling and Mansfield’s sultriness, it’s worth watching. 

VeSota’s next film as a director was The Brain Eaters.

AKA:  The Hangover.  

CHARLIE’S ANGELS (2019) ** ½

The world didn’t ask for a stripped-down, three-chords Charlie’s Angels reboot, but we got one anyway.  The results aren’t nearly as bad as they could’ve been, all things considered.  While it’s lacking the effervescence of the original ‘70s TV show and the pop culture bubble gum aesthetic of the previous big-screen iterations, it has its own distinct groove.  It also surprisingly honors the previous versions in ways I won’t spoil, and because of that, it feels less like another cash-grab retread, and more like an honest continuation of what came before. 

The inspiration seems to come from the Christopher McQuarrie-directed Mission:  Impossible movies, with its muted colors, close-quarters fights, and modest, but capable action sequences.  It was not a hit, so who’s to say if we will get another one any time soon.  At any rate, this Charlie’s Angels makes for perfectly acceptable lazy afternoon entertainment. 

A corporate whistleblower named Elena (Naomi Scott) is about to go public with knowledge that her Alexa-esque device can be weaponized and turns to The Townsend Agency for help.  At the rendezvous, Bosley (Djimon Hounsou) is killed by a gunman, and the Angels Sabina (Kristen Stewart) and Jane (Ella Balinska) are left in the wind.  Another Bosley (Elizabeth Banks, who also directed) steps in to help the Angels, but she may or may not be the one behind the set-up. 

There are only two Angels in this one, which is a bit odd.  I know Elena winds up being slowly groomed into the role, but I guess that just goes back to the whole stripped-down approach Banks was going for.  Stewart and Balinska play off each other pretty well as they make an ideal mismatched pair.  Stewart in particular seems to be having a blast.  After so many painfully serious dramatic roles, she looks like she’s relishing the opportunity to let her hair (or at least her wig) down and have some fun.

Banks does an admirable job with the action scenes.  Unlike her male counterparts, she doesn’t rely on a bunch of shaky-cam nonsense during the shootouts, fight scenes, and car chases.  In fact, she probably holds back just a touch too much as things never really kick into overdrive.  (The finale is curiously low on fireworks.)  The film honestly needed at least one big action sequence to put it over the top into *** territory.  I for one was missing the bombastic exuberance of the McG movies.  Still, for Charlie’s Angels fans who absolutely positively have to have more Charlie’s Angels, this should fit the bill.

THE OLD GUARD (2020) **

Charlize Theron, sporting short black hair, dark sunglasses, and looking HAWT, leads a team of immortal soldiers who have been fighting together throughout the millennium righting wrongs and killing bad guys.  Chiwetel Ejiofor hires them for their next assignment, a rescue mission in South Sudan, but it’s all a trick to flush them out into the open.  He’s working for some Big Pharma asshole (How do we know he’s a Big Pharma asshole?  Because he says, “Big Pharma” about a dozen times, that’s why.), played by Harry Melling who is looking to create his own super-soldier drug.  He kidnaps two of their team members, and while he’s busy experimenting on them, Charlize is recruiting a new immortal soldier (KiKi Layne) to help rescue them. 

The Old Guard is based on a comic book I never heard of, so this might be the closest thing we get to a Marvel movie this year.  Like most Netflix original films, it’s about twenty or thirty minutes longer than it really needed to be.  While some of the character interactions are appreciated and help give them a real lived-in quality, many of the flashbacks and world-building aspects fall flat.  I can’t help but think that this wouldn’t have crackled with some tighter editing.

I commend director Gina Prince-Blythewood’s attempt to make The Old Guard more of a socially conscious actioner.  The casting is diverse, and two of the male team members are lovers.  Those touches help to at least make it memorable. 

Too bad most of the action bits are generic.  I mean, I don’t know how you could screw up Charlize Theron slicing up dudes with a battle axe, but somehow even these scenes feel like something from a ‘90s Action Pack show.  The only action moment that works is when Theron is giving the new recruit a fighting tutorial in a plane that’s about to crash.  As far as black-haired Charlize Theron actioners go, it’s not a patch on Aeon Flux. 

I like the IDEA of the movie.  I mean, it’s basically Highlander Meets Navy SEALS with touches of Wolverine tossed in there.  (The characters drink a lot and have the ability to push bullets out of their skulls after they’ve been shot in the head.)  It just never really finds its footing.  Despite some of the new school touches, the uninspired action in The Old Guard ultimately makes it feel like an old hat.  

CLEANING OUT THE DVR: STROSZEK (1977) ***

I taped this off Turner Classic Movies on September 7, 2017.  It was part of a Werner Herzog marathon, and this was the only one I hadn’t seen.  It tells the tale of Bruno Stroszek (Bruno S.), who gets out of jail after serving a long stretch for alcohol-fueled infractions.  First thing he does when he gets out is go to the bar, order a beer, and bring a hooker home.  This Stroszek is my kind of dude.  When he finds out the streetwalker, whose name is Eva (Eva Mattes), is still being beaten up by her pimp, he convinces her to go with him and his old fogey roommate (Clemens Scheitz) to Wisconsin to begin life anew. 

Like most Herzog movies, Stroszek has a weird allure to it that most filmmakers just can’t replicate.  From using a mentally challenged leading man to the preemie ward scene, there are moments here that run the gamut from hauntingly beautiful to downright bizarre.  All of this is wildly uneven to be sure, and sometimes the stories behind the making of the film outshine the finished product itself.  (Herzog decided to film in Plainfield, Wisconsin just because it was the birthplace of Ed Gein.)

The film is essentially broken into two halves.  The first is Stroszek getting out of jail and befriending Eva.  The second is their Wisconsin adventure.  Both have their definite ups and downs.  The German-set scenes are sometimes dawdling, but that kind of adds to the offbeat “hang out” kind of vibe.  The Wisconsin scenes are a bit of a mixed bag too as the finale goes on far too long.  (How many shots of dancing chickens does one need?) 

I can’t say Stroszek is a perfect movie.  What I can say is that it’s a strange, unique, and sometimes poignant one.  It is simultaneously a love letter to and a condemnation of the American Dream as we know it.  So, because of that, it’s definitely worth checking out.