Friday, November 30, 2007

'Salem's Lot (1979)

M_A's score: ** 1/2

First published in 1975, Salem's Lot is one of Stephen King's earliest, and arguably best, novels. The plot revolves around a fiction writer who returns to his small Maine hometown of Jerusalem's Lot to get inspiration for his next book. As is usually the case in these situations, he gets more than he bargained for. It seems that Jerusalem's Lot is slowly being transformed into a town full of rather bloodthirsty creatures that seem to have jumped right out of old lore. It's up to the writer and a select few of followers to rid the town of this menace for good.

Salem's Lot is not exactly original, and Stephen King admits as much, having borrowed much of the story from the "Dracula" legend. But the book works for two reasons. First, King is able to make such an absurd concept amazingly believable. As is his usual style, he innodates us with complex but flawed characters that we can relate to. Second, the book is damn scary. I've read a good portion of King's work, and I don't think I've come across a more frightening novel.



That being said, this review is about the 1979 TV miniseries starring David Soul. Chalk this one up on director Tobe Hooper's resume between TX Chainsaw Massacre and Poltergeist. Make no mistake, 'Salem's Lot is not a good movie in the traditional sense. The budget is poor. The writing, bland. The acting, wooden. So what makes the movie memorable? It's damn scary.

While the plot strays moderately from the novel, Hooper manages to capture the feel of the book, not an easy task for a King tale. There's a growing inexplicable sense of dread from the very first minutes. Hooper is able to grab our interest without relying on quick edits and jump scares and without the benefit of CGI.



That's not to say there aren't jump scares. There are. But the film manages to horrify without leaning on them as a crutch. It's the aforementioned dread that drives the picture. That, and the fact that the vampires are monstrous. There's no Anne Rice here. A couple scenes in particular that were terrifying in the novel are transmitted flawlessly to screen. One involves a vampire in a rocking chair...

As mentioned, the miniseries takes some liberties. Characters are combined, eliminated or transformed. For instance, the main baddie, Barlow, is changed from an intellectual prowess to a Nosferatu-like demon. The "smarts" is instead passed to his very human second in command played by James Mason, who turns in the only memorable performance, sans the vampires.

'Salem's Lot was remade in 2004 with Rob Lowe as the male lead. This version reinstates many of the characters demanded by fans of the book. It improves on pretty much all performances except for Donald Sutherland, who apparantly thinks he can out-act James Mason by looking like Santa Claus. Yikes.



The remake isn't a bad film in its own right, but it takes the mood of the story in a completely different direction, leaning more on flash effects and humor. While it manages to keep somewhat closer to the plot of the novel, it did not, nor did it attempt to, capture that feeling of dread lingering between the pages of the book. For that, you'll have to stick with 'Salem's Lot 1979.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Last Supper (1995)

M_A's score: *** ½

The Last Supper is a suitable flick to begin this blog, since it features several familiar "A" and "B" list stars. The plot is straight-forward. Five liberal grad student roommates (Ron Elderd, Cameron Diaz, Courtney B. Vance, Annabeth Gish and Jonathan Penner) decide they can better the world by killing off right-wing extremists.

They develop the idea after an ordinary night's dinner with a seemingly good samaratan (Bill Paxton) goes horribly wrong when the guest exposes his bigoted views and incites the others ("Hitler had the right idea"). For his trouble, he gets a knife in the back. (No spoilers here; this all happens within the first ten minutes.)

And so the grads decide, not only to cover up the mess, but to continue down the same grisly path, rationalizing that the world will benefit by killing potential "Hitlers" before they have a chance to hurt others. The method of execution? Invite the unsuspecting right-wing guest to a Sunday night supper of arsenic and old lasagna. If they can't change the conservative's mind by dessert, they pour him (or her) poisoned wine.

The movie is held together by solid directing by Stacy Title and a witty script from Dan Rosen. The irony of the grad students' actions is not lost on the film, and this drives the remainder of the flick. Each successive guest becomes less and less extreme, and some of the grads start to develop a conscience, thus triggering the destruction of their utopian world.

The best strength of the movie is that it's devlishly funny. The opening scene with Bill Paxton as the racist is the highlight. The subtlety in the back and forth banter between Paxton and the bookish Vance is fantastic.

PAXTON: What is it you do again?
VANCE: Don't you know? I'm a professional basketball player.

Another notable performance comes from Ron Pearlman, who plays a Limbaugh-esque conservative talk-show host. The grads delight in the opportunity to invite him to a "last supper" but, from the first course, he proves able to match wits and throw their beliefs into disarray, showing that cooler heads do indeed prevail.

While The Last Supper remains engaging for its entire 92 minutes, the film is not without its problems. Namely, it doesn't know whether it wants to be a dark comedy or a social drama, and so it teeters back and forth between the two. It handles both well, but in the process it loses focus. Also, while the aforementioned actors are excellent, many of the other performances, while not bad by any means, are nothing to write home about.

It should be mentioned that the film covers its political bases well. The conservatives (sans Pearlman) are all one-dimensional and played for laughs, but the liberal grads become more and more unsympathetic as the minutes tick by until we're not sure who to side with. The message? Extremism that silences opposing views is bad no matter which end of the political spectrum it comes from.

Check it out on DVD. And look for a cameo by Jason Alexander. (If you blink, you'll miss it.)

Introduction

We all know the greats. Citizen Kane... The Godfather... Shawshank... and the rest of IMDB's top 250 list. (Well, perhaps that's not the best judge of greatness. Hot Fuzz is currently #188.)

But what about all those other movies? The ones you missed in theatres because they opened the same week as a blockbuster. The ones your mom wouldn't let you watch, and you've since forgotten. The ones you never heard of. These are the films this blog cares about.

They might be great, or they might not. Yet these are all worthy of a look for one reason or another. History has forgotten them. They're still there, but they're almost dead.

You can find them in line, waiting next to the morgue.

(Note: My score rating maxes out at four stars ****, and I'm a harsh critic.)