Saturday, 30 October 2021

TEPID TERROR


MOVIE
Halloween Kills
Director David Gordon Green
Review Ray Chan

The Halloween franchise was rebooted in 2018 with a very solid legacy sequel, directed by David Gordon Green, which showed that a revamped Michael Myers film really could bring forth some intelligent commentary to mix with the trademark gruesome kills.
    It looked at the generational trauma passed down from defiant protagonist Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) to her passive daughter Karen and fiesty granddaughter Allyson, as they came to grips with the terror inflicted by the unhinged serial killer.
    Now Green returns for Halloween Kills, which picks up immediately where that film left off, with Myers apparently burning to death in the firetrap set by three generations of Strode women, and Laurie getting hauled off to the emergency room with a knife wound in her stomach, screaming at passing fire trucks: “No, no, no! Let it burn!”
    Unfortunately, Laurie is unconscious in the hospital for quite a while after that, oblivious to the fact that firefighters did indeed rescue Myers from the inferno, at the expense of getting massacred in the process. It is admirable of Green and his co-writers Danny McBride and Scott Teems to commit to the reality of Laurie’s injury and not have her conveniently, immediately and miraculously recover, but it’s a testament to Curtis’ charisma that the vitality of the film dwindles to a very low ebb in her absence.
    Anthony Michael Hall as Tommy Doyle, the boy that teenage babysitter Laurie saved from Myers, comes to the fore plot-wise instead, and he does a lot of grandstanding and yelling “Evil dies tonight!” as the head of the local vigilante mob — but he’s merely a tedious gascon in the role and definitely no substitute for Curtis.
    Indeed, the formation of the lynch group in a small town appears to be a token effort by Green and Co to instill some sort of meaningful hook to replace the dynamic relationship between the Strodes, which entertainingly carried the first movie.
    The fear over Myers ultimately leads to the frenzied community hunting down an innocent man who they mistakenly believe is the maniac, forcing him to jump to his death from a hospital window.
    It’s a clumsy attempt at a tribe mentality metaphor, aimed at demonstrating how easily people’s opinions can be shaped by charismatic leaders. Here, the townspeople have been encouraged by Doyle to gather their baseball bats, knives, guns and probably pitchforks and torches, as they allow a single evil figure to make them so fuelled by hate, that they become just as heinous.
    And like much of the rest of the movie, it doesn’t really work. There is so much backstory unearthed without spotlighting any particular occurrence: the period flashbacks, with so many story lines involving people who encountered Myers back in the day and lived to tell the tale, weighs down the whole thing.
    The only really grisly parts of this offering are the different ways Myers continues to kill his victims, and indeed they raise more snickers than shock as we see yet another witless innocent – who’s gone on to think he can take on Myers alone – get stabbed, slashed, poked, shot or disfigured.
    It’s been revealed that this movie is part of a trilogy and the conclusion is expected to pit Strode against her immortal nemesis. In that sense, there is no real element of surprise as to how this instalment ends.
    Halloween Kills is less of a sequel than a half-baked interlude before the finale. It is a bloody, violent, chaotic and cynical mess, but if anything, it whets the appetite for the final closure, with viewers intent to see if evil really dies.


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Friday, 1 October 2021

MOURNING MONOLOGUES



MOVIE
Shiva Baby
Director Emma Seligman
Review Ray Chan

This movie is an extension of debut director Emma Seligman’s 2018 short film of the same name, enabling her to explore more of the themes surrounding the premise of a social encounter at a shiva: in Jewish faith, a seven-day period of formalised mourning by the immediate family of the deceased.
    Danielle (Rachel Sennott), a young woman with a humdrum life and who offers sexual favours to earn some extra income, attends a shiva with her parents, at which she has awkward encounters with her family friends and her ex-girlfriend, Maya (Molly Gordon). To make matters worse, her sugar daddy Max unexpectedly turns up at the gathering.
    Danielle already doesn’t want to be there: so feeling forced to attend, her growing discomfiture stems from a blend of embarrassment and the need to hide her personal life – notably, her side hustle – from her personable, talkative parents. Despite being openly bisexual, her overpowering mother and eccentric dad do not fully understand their daughter, failing to support her life choices amid a host of judgemental friends and relatives.
    She finds herself at the receiving end of somewhat intrusive and barbed comments about her weight, her relationships and her future prospects, particularly from older aunts and grandmothers who wish to share their wisdom. These slowly chip away at her emotional walls and, as we see the shiva unfold almost in real-time, it becomes a boiling pot of tension.
    The presence of Maya and Max are just other unpalatable ingredients tossed in the cauldron. Although she is the only one that truly connects with her, Maya is bitter about the break-up and doesn’t hesitate to attack Danielle with snide remarks. Max, who’s there with his wife Kim, tries to hide his involvement with Danielle, not to mention some indiscreet topless selfies on the phone.
    Reprising her role from the short film, Sonnett’s performance as Danielle is confident and shows a natural talent in front of the camera. There is also strong chemistry with Polly Draper and Fred Melamed, who smoothly combine awkwardness and comedy in their performances as Danielle’s parents. Dianna Agron’s subtle performance as the cold, quietly voiced Kim also provides a brilliant foil for the chaotic Danielle, and viewers are left to wonder if she suspects anything afoot.
    Throughout, the endless screaming of Max and Kim’s baby – hence the movie’s name – and Danielle’s growing anxiety produce a relatable feeling of claustrophobia within the closed environment. The escalating apprehension does undermine the humour though, making the film less funny as time goes on, which is a shame since Sennott has a deadpan humour to admire, and there are some moments of observational comedy that really hit home.
    In the end, the audience is forced to sit with bated breath and clenched palms as it awaits for the land mines of emotion and rebellion to blow up, but Shiva Baby ends on a surprising yet uplifting note, allowing us to breathe easier in the calmness after the storm.


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