TITANE (2021) ****

When she was a young girl, Alexia (Agathe Rousselle) was in an automobile accident and wound up with a metal plate in her head.  She grows up to be a dancer at underground nightclubs where she undulates and gyrates around on top of cars.  (It’s kind of like a cross between an auto show and a strip club.)  One night after a show, a car comes and picks her up, and I don’t mean to pick her up, I mean it PICKS HER UP.  

Let me put it to you this way.  We’ve all seen movies where the lead actress goes in and out of a car.  I think this is the first time in motion picture history where a car goes in and out of the lead actress.

Many filmmakers would make that the (ahem) climax of their movie.  That’s just the first act.  Director Julia (Raw) Ducournau is just getting the engine warmed up.  Things get really twisted when Alexia learns she’s PREGNANT with the car’s baby.  Then, it gets REALLY weird.  Oh, and did I mention she’s a serial killer too?!?

If you can’t already tell, Titane is very much my shit.  Because of the autoerotic (heh) aspects, comparisons to David Cronenberg’s Crash are inevitable (as well as his early films that focused on body horror), but there’s also a healthy dose of John Carpenter’s Christine in there for good measure as the shots of the car are done in a similarly creepy manner.  However, Ducournau’s idiosyncratic vision, not to mention her knack for gory set pieces, help make this a truly original flick that can easily stand alongside the work of both Cronenberg and Carpenter.

Some may feel shortchanged when the film changes gears (sorry) once Alexia, who is wanted by the authorities for her various crimes, hides out and tries to lead a “normal” existence.  One of the true surprises of the movie is that the more “normal” it tries to become, the weirder it gets.  It’s here where Titane dovetails into a bizarre domestic drama, and a surprisingly moving one at that.  It is ultimately about unconditional love and acceptance, no matter how misguided or ill-advised.  

Bottom Line:  Come for the car fucking scene (in which Rousselle DOES use her seatbelt, because, you know, safe sex and all), but stay for the family drama (which is just about as jaw dropping as the car fucking).

ANTLERS (2021) **

A meth head (Scott Haze) goes down in an Oregon mine and comes out a monster.  His young son, Lucas (Jeremy T. Thomas) then has to deal with his gruesome papa, so he locks him up and feeds him roadkill.  When dead raccoons fail to slay his hunger, dear old dad breaks out looking for human food.  Lucas’ concerned teacher (Keri Russell) and her sheriff brother (Jesse Plemons) investigate and learn a mythical Native American spirit may be the culprit.  

I was a big fan of Scott Cooper’s previous films, (especially Out of the Furnace and Hostiles), and I was intrigued at the prospect of him tackling a horror flick (particularly one produced by Guillermo del Toro).  However, the sluggish pacing and dour performances keep it from gaining any real momentum.  Cooper, as you would expect, is able to create an abundance of gloomy atmosphere.  Ultimately, there just isn’t enough meat in between the monster noshing to keep your interest.  

It doesn’t help that the monster is crappy.  It starts off looking like a cross between one of those hillbilly cannibals from The Hills Have Eyes remake and E.T. (complete with glowing heart light).  Later, it transforms into a giant crummy looking CGI weredeer.  While the leftovers of the monster’s victims are appropriately gnarly, the attack scenes themselves are often too darkly lit to really maximize their impact.  

You can definitely feel del Toro’s influence as this is one of those modern-day horrific variations on old school folktale.  I just think he would’ve been better suited to the material than Cooper.  While Cooper’s touches are obvious (particularly in the early going), I just don’t think he had the chops necessary when it came to the more horror centric sequences.  The ending is especially weak, unless you’re someone who always wanted to see Slater from Dazed and Confused be impaled by a weredeer.  Because of that, Antlers feels more than a little toothless.  

It would pair perfectly with another lousy Keri Russell vs. Shitty Monster movie, Dark Skies.

HARD BASTARD (1982) ***

Hwang Jang Lee stars as the leader of a troupe of musicians who get revenge on some gangsters who coerced them into paying protection money.  They then head back out on the road as part of a phony medicine show where they run afoul of more gangsters running another collection racket.  When the gangsters prove to be too much for Lee, he turns to a cranky noodle chef to teach him the Kung Fu necessary to get the upper hand.  

Lee was primarily known for playing villains, so it’s cool seeing him as the hero in this action comedy.  It also gave him an opportunity to trade in his traditional period costumes for some snazzy contemporary duds.  Like most of Lee’s movies, the fight scenes are a great showcase for his physical prowess.  Kicks were Lee’s specialty, and Hard Bastard is filled with action sequences where he dispatches his enemies with a variety of flashy legwork.  

Thanks to the fun fight sequences and the funny (well, funnier than usual) comic relief (much of which revolves around things going in or coming out of someone’s butt), Hard Bastard is a real treat for Kung Fu fanatics.  While it lacks some of the WTF aspects that hallmark director Godfrey Ho’s best stuff (this isn’t one of those cut-and-paste Ho flicks, but rather a straightforward action comedy), it is nevertheless entertaining as heck.  Even if you miss some of Ho’s wacky touches, you can still enjoy the overenthusiastic sound effects and crummy dubbing.  (One bad guy sounds like Peter Lorre on helium.)  There may be one or two extraneous subplots (a hothead son tries to help his father who is under the thumb of the gangsters) and/or lovey-dovey scenes, but whenever Lee is kicking the crap out of bad guys, it's a damned good time.  

One amusing aspect of the film is that Lee and his gang are peddling medicine that obviously doesn’t work.  They also clearly refused to pay the necessary permits with the city to hawk their wares in the street.  So, technically, the gangsters have every right to try to throw them out of town.  I also thought it was pretty funny that just about every character calls someone a “bastard”, making it difficult to figure out just who is supposed to be “hard” bastard of the title.

AKA:  Raging Rivals.  AKA:  Hands of Lightning. 

POPSTAR PRIVATE EYE (2007) * ½

Sexina (Lauren D’Avella) is the hottest popstar on the planet.  Little do her legions of fans know, she also moonlights as a leather-clad private eye.  When a scientist (Cash Tilton) is kidnapped, Sexina trades her Britney Spears-inspired attire for a biker chick get-up and investigates.  The trail soon leads to a mysterious music mogul (Adam West) with plans for world domination.  

Popstar Private Eye tries to spoof various genres all at once, but it just has too many irons in the fire to make for a truly funny send-up.  Things start off promising enough with a James Bond-inspired credits sequence, complete with a theme song performed by none other than Davy Jones of The Monkees.  Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from there.  Writer/director Erik Sharkey takes obvious jabs at the shallowness of the record industry, and yet the jokes are all so toothless that none of the gags land.  

The premise might’ve worked with some tried-and-true exploitation elements (namely sex and violence), but the flick is way too chaste to be much fun.  With the editing of the occasional obscenity here and a crude sexual reference there, it probably would look right at home on The Disney Channel.  There’s also an extraneous subplot involving Sexina’s number-one fan (Kellie Fernald) trying to win a contest so she can perform a concert for her school that is painfully clunky, and just feels like filler.  

D'Avella does what she can with the weak material.  She looks great in a variety of sexy outfits, and she holds your attention for the most part, even when the jokes are floundering.  West seems like he’s having fun, although his performance is more of a voiceover as the villain is one of those Dr. Claw-type deals.  He only pops up in the flesh in the final minutes of the film, and while his appearance is amusing (he has a soul patch), it’s ultimately too little, too late.  Despite the efforts of D’Avella and West, Popstar Private Eye never really pops.

AKA:  Sexina.  AKA:  Sexina:  Popstar P.I.

AMITYVILLE EXORCISM (2017) **

A contractor snaps and kills his entire family with a hammer.  He claims he was possessed by a demon after doing work in “that house”.  Before his execution, he confesses to a priest that he salvaged some lumber from “that house” and used it for his work.  He now fears the lumber is haunted and the family who lives in the house he just renovated is in danger.  

As someone who has sat through his share of fake Amityville movies, I must say that Amityville Exorcism is no dumber than many of the legitimate sequels in the official Amityville Horror franchise.  I mean we’ve already had haunted clocks, lamps, and dollhouses in that series.  Cursed scraps of lumber aren’t that much of a stretch.  

Amityville Exorcism was directed by the prolific no-budget wonder Mark Polonia.  If you’re familiar with Polonia’s filmography, you might already know what (not) to expect.  Heck, this isn’t even his first rodeo when it comes to fake Amityville movies, having already made Amityville Death House and Amityville Island (which has got to be the worst fake Amityville flick I’ve seen).  He also has Amityville in Space in production, which, of course, I will see, just because it’s called Amityville in Space.

To his credit, Polonia crams a lot of stuff into the seventy-seven-minute running time.  In addition to the alcoholic father subplot (shades of Amityville 2:  The Possession), there’s also a red specter that looks like the Masque of Red Death, killer dolls, a monster in the swimming pool, irritating POV shots of the ghost, possessions, photoshoots, a swarm of terrible looking CGI flies, a zombie attack, and of course, an exorcism.  All this isn’t very good, but at least it’s not dull, which is usually the kiss of death for these kinds of things.  I just wish the gore was better.  (There’s a scene where a robber gets disemboweled, and his guts look like a balloon animal.)  Either that, or there were some unintentional laughs to be had.  Other than that, Amityville Exorcism is an OK no-budget horror flick.  

FATAL CONFLICT (2000) *

The stars of Halloween 2, A Nightmare on Elm Street 3, and Hellraiser 7 were brought together for this muddled, joyless, and dull mix of Sci-Fi, action, and Women in Prison cliches.    

Leo Rossi and Jennifer Rubin are a pair of incestuous brother and sister space age criminals who take control of a prison ship and intend to crash it into Los Angeles.  Kari Wuhrer is a disgraced pilot who is given a Snake Plissken-type deal to infiltrate the prison and take them out.  Along the way, she gets help from the imprisoned captain (Miles O’Keeffe) to complete her mission.

You would think that any movie that begins with scenes of girls mining space ore while wearing skimpy t-shirts and panties would be promising.  However, the editing is piss-poor, and the way they try to explain what’s going on during the opening credits is goofy and confusing.  Also, it looks like they stole footage from another movie and awkwardly spliced it into the proceedings to help pad out the plot.  Add to that, there’s weird narration, random cutaways to crappy special effects, and repeated shots, which creates even more confusion.   

The middle section of the film is cheap, but at least it’s semi-competently put together.  The ending isn’t quite as crassly thrown together, but it’s still crappy.  The special effects look like they came from a different flick, the final scenes between Wuhrer and O’Keeffe are played out via voiceover exchanges set against a starfield.  It's enough to make you theorize that the production company ran out of money somewhere along the way and just had to cobble what they had together in order to release it.  Either that, or they ran out of time and never got around the filming the ending (or the bulk of the beginning), so they slapped some half-assed ADR on the end and called it a day.  Either way, it’s the pits.

Director Lloyd A. (Chained Heat 2) Simandl is no stranger to the Women in Prison subgenre.  Unfortunately, this time around he forgot to sleaze it up.  I mean if you’re going to make a Women in Prison movie (even one set in space), you’ve got to toss the requisite amount of T & A in there.  As it is, it’s all rather tame, not to mention boring.  (The scenes of the scantily clad prisoners breaking rocks get monotonous.)  Some amusement can be had from the cheapjack production values and inconsistent effects (this is one of those movies that takes place in the future, but people still listen to CD players), but for the most part, it’s a slog.

Once Wuhrer stows away on board the ship, things pivot into a galactic Die Hard clone.  This portion of the film is a slight improvement over the Women in Prison-inspired scenes, but not much.  Although Wuhrer looks good shooting big guns like a lady Rambo, her character is paper thin, and her “tough” dialogue is pithy.  Rossi and Rubin get shortchanged as the villains too.  Making them have the hots for one another was a good idea, but the movie is too chickenshit to properly exploit it.  O’Keeffe gives the best performance of the film, but his efforts are ultimately all for naught.  

In short, Fatal Conflict deserves to be lost in space.  

AKA:  The Prey.  

SANTO: THE LEGEND OF THE MAN IN THE SILVER MASK (1993) **

A decade after the Son of Santo starred alongside his old man in Chanoc and the Son of Santo vs. the Killer Vampires, he (briefly) played his father in this oddball movie.  Despite the title, it isn’t a biopic.  It’s more of a mix of Son of Santo solo picture and a children’s film, with a heavy concentration of schmaltz on the side.  There are also touches of the old school El Santo movies here and there, but they are unfortunately few and far between.  

Benito (Erik Sanchez) is a little boy who idolizes El Santo.  He goes to see all his movies and even wears his signature silver mask to school.  When El Santo dies of a heart attack, the Son of Santo wants to distance himself from his father’s legacy and make a name for himself on his own accord.  His old pal Carlitos (Carlos Suarez, El Santo’s sidekick in the later years) tries to make him understand the importance of carrying on the family tradition, but he wants no part of it.  Meanwhile, Benito’s single father struggles to make ends meet and becomes indebted to a local gangster.  Eventually, little Benito helps the Son of Santo embrace his father’s legacy, and the luchador in turn helps saves Benito’s dad from the bad guys.

Santo:  The Legend of the Man in the Silver Mask is kind of sweet (in spots at least), but it isn’t a patch on the old El Santo movies.  I’m not sure if it was meant as a reboot or if it was just Son of Santo paying tribute to his old man.  Either way, it almost works, but not quite.  

The film tries to straddle the line between the serious treatment of Benito’s story with the silliness of the old El Santo flicks.  It’s not a bad idea, but the kiddie stuff is pretty rough going.  I could’ve especially done without the scene where the tyke mopes about while an excruciating sappy love song plays on the soundtrack.

I did like the scenes involving Son of Santo slowly embracing his father’s shadow.  There’s a great moment when Carlito takes him into El Santo’s secret lair filled with sportscars and training equipment.  He then opens up a box containing the original El Santo mask that glows and is surrounded by dry ice fog.  

The climax is great too.  It’s here where the Son of Santo (FINALLY) puts on his father’s mask and becomes a superhero.  This new costume kind of makes his look like Space Ghost a little, and he also uses bracelets that deflect bullets like Wonder Woman and double as boomerangs.  The best part though is that Santo’s car is now equipped with lasers that can blow shit up!  This sequence is legitimately cool.  I just wish it didn’t take forever to get to it.  We also get three wrestling matches too, which aren’t bad, although director Gilberto de Anda has a tendency to over-rely on slow-motion.  

I really had no problem with the idea of the Son of Santo picking up the mantle from his father and starring in a bunch of movies.  Although a bit long-winded, this could’ve served as a nice jumping off point for more Santo adventures.  Sadly, the Son of Santo never had anywhere near the movie career his father had.  In fact, it took the Son of Santo eight years before he starred in his next film, Santo:  Infraterrestre.