Friday, January 6, 2023
JANUA-RAY: BODY FEVER (1969) **
THE MENU (2022) ****
If The Menu was made fifty years earlier, it would’ve starred Vincent Price. It is kindred spirits with classic Price vehicles like The Mad Magician and (especially) Theater of Blood. It is a story about how someone in the public eye (in this case, a world renown chef) finally snaps and goes after his critics, patrons, and the scummy rich with a vengeance. It’s not overly horrific or anything, but it has a wicked sense of black humor that I’m sure Price would’ve appreciated.
Ralph Fiennes stars as the chef, who lures his high-paying customers to his remote island restaurant with the promise of a meal they won’t forget. He is clearly relishing the chance to chew the scenery (this review is going to have a lot of food puns, fair warning). Fiennes doesn’t go over the top or anything, but the twinkle in his eye while he dishes out his revenge says it all.
At its heart, The Menu is a movie about class warfare. Food has always been an apt metaphor in these kinds of films. While some of it is a bit on the nose and/or predictable, director Mark Mylod never steps false once, and serves up each shock and surprise with panache.
Fiennes gives a delicious performance, but Anya Taylor-Joy is every bit his match as a customer who finds herself at the wrong restaurant at the wrong time. The other assorted customers are a lot of fun to watch as well. Nicholas Hoult is appropriately smarmy as an obsessive foodie, Janet McTeer is aces as a snobby food critic, and John Leguizamo looks to be having a blast playing a washed-up movie star. Hon Chau is also quite intimidating as the head server who knows how to keep her customers in line.
If you’ve ever worked in the service industry, you’ll feel some moments of painful recognition here. As one such person, I got a kick out of seeing chefs and servers giving their annoying customers their just desserts. I haven’t applauded during a film in a long time, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t clap when Fiennes screamed, “NO FUCKING SUBSTITUTIONS!”
For a brief, shining moment, I felt seen.
Thursday, January 5, 2023
TUBI CONTINUED… EVEN DWARFS STARTED SMALL (1971) ***
After spending the first couple days of this year-long column watching crap like Terror Train 2, After School Special, and Amityville Karen, I wanted to desperately switch gears and check out something by a distinguished director. In this case, the great Werner Herzog. That’s the beauty of Tubi. They have just about every kind of movie imaginable at your disposal. It’s that kind of diverse programming that I hope to feature throughout this column.
Little people on a prison farm in the middle of nowhere stage an uprising when the warden takes an inmate hostage. They retaliate by cutting the phone wire and proceed to overrun the place. When they’re not busy trying to rescue their pal, the delinquent dwarfs spend their downtime stealing trucks and motorcycles, getting into food fights, holding cockfights, and generally making a ruckus.
Only a guy like Herzog could make a movie like this. It basically feels like a cross between Freaks and Escape from Alcatraz, with a little bit of Night of the Living Dead thrown in there for good measure. (Or maybe The Terror of Tiny Town by way of The Shawshank Redemption, it’s hard to say.) Herzog also gives us plenty of oddball scenes along the way. The part where two of the dwarf ladies eat their scabs feels like something out of a John Waters flick, and the stuff with the dead animals has a Mondo movie vibe.
Despite the general sense of unpleasantness, there still manages to be an odd sweetness about the film. I’m specifically thinking of the scene where two dwarf lovers are unable to make love because the man can’t get into the regular-sized bed. This kind of whiplash in tone kind of makes Even Dwarfs Started Small hard to pin down, but it definitely is a unique viewing experience.
Herzog resists the temptation to “explain” just what’s going on. However, he gives us plenty of scenes dripping with symbolism, so we at least know what it’s “about”. Such shots include chickens picking maggots off the carcasses of other dead chickens, a driverless truck endlessly going around in circles, and the heartbreaking image of piglets furiously trying to suckle their dead mother.
This is one of Herzog’s most famous works. I don’t know if I can call it one of my favorites, but it certainly has its moments, even if it doesn’t quite work as a whole. If anything, it’s proof there’s more on Tubi than just a bunch of fake Amityville movies.
JANUA-RAY: THE LEMON GROVE KIDS (1968) **
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
TUBI CONTINUED… AMITYVILLE KAREN (2022) *
Karen (Lauren Francesca) is a health inspector who gets a thrill shutting down businesses that are not up to code. Her latest target is a local winery that is trying to branch out and hold beer tastings. During her latest inspection, she steals a bottle of their newest wine (that came from a winery in Amityville), and drinks it. Before you can say, “I want to speak to your manager!”, she becomes possessed and starts slaying people while saying obnoxious catchphrases like, “You’re canceled!”
Amityville Karen is basically a one-woman show for Lauren Francesca. Many scenes feature her bitching aloud to no one in particular about almost every kind of Karen complaint known to man. She really goes for it, and if the material had actually been funny, her performance might’ve been memorable. However, without any good punchlines or one-liners, it’s all bluster and no laughs.
Most everyone else in the cast is painfully amateurish, stumbling over their lines, and visibly sweating in front of the camera. The biggest “star” in the cast is a slumming James Duval as an employee at the winery. Boy, Donnie Darko was a long time ago. Lilith Stabs is also in there briefly as a groupie, but she’s more or less wasted.
For some ungodly reason, this clocks in at a whopping 103 minutes. There’s just barely enough of an idea here to make a movie, and one that probably could’ve and should’ve only been about 75 minutes. I mean say what you will about all those recent Full Moon movies. Even if they do suck, they’re only an hour long (or less). And trust me, you feel every painful minute of this. Note to prospective low budget filmmakers: If you’re going to cash in on the “Amityville” franchise, please keep the running time to a bare minimum. I mean did we need the ten full minutes of news anchors and social media videos of people talking about Karen at the end?
Making fun of “Karens” is about the lowest hanging fruit imaginable. Because of that, a horror comedy about a possessed Karen should’ve been a can’t-lose proposition. Too bad the filmmakers couldn’t even wring one decent laugh out of the premise. It’s enough to make you want to speak to the movie’s manager.