Showing posts with label Gary Busey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Busey. Show all posts

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Popcorn Kernels: Get To Da Choppa!

In which we review the Predator trilogy, because the forces of my life have conspired to make it a requirement to watch it. Keep an eye out for my Dread Central column and Geek K.O. podcast appearance, both about this franchise, both coming soon!

Predator


Year: 1987
Director: John McTiernan
Cast: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Carl Weathers, Kevin Peter Hall 
Run Time: 1 hour 47 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

An elite military squad on a mission in the Central American jungle runs afoul of a bloodthirsty alien creature bent on hunting them down.

Predator sure is a boy movie, innit? This whole franchise has definitely been one of the biggest gaps in my genre film knowledge, and it probably stems all the way back to the fact that I didn't play with toy trucks as a tot. This movie is the cinema equivalent of a blue onesie patterned with footballs, assigning a great deal of meaning to the sheer act of existing as a biological male. We get doting closeups of biceps flexing during arm wrestling (mid-air arm wrestling I might add, the lamest way to go about that particular display), lots of sweaty yelling in sleeveless/fabricless/shameless military vests, and a whopping one female character who has maybe two lines.

You don't hire Arnold Schwarzenegger by accident. Predator knew what it was doing and it sure as hell went and did it. But I do have to say... The man certainly cuts a striking figure onscreen, but he's a liability the second he opens his mouth. And I'm not talking about his accent. Look, I super duper knew the man couldn't act, but watching Predator, it's not so much something you know as something you feel deep in your bones; a primordial, ancestral revulsion that leaves you quivering in your seat.

Simply put, Schwarzenegger is an enormous liability in this movie (in every sense of the word "enormous"). He has way too much dialogue that isn't quippy one liners, which he shoves out through gritted teeth like a constipated school principal. The rest of the cast is fine, although the only reason anybody but Shane Black is here is to wear a vest that shows off their biceps.

Honestly, I found Predator pretty boring. The non-action scenes are numerous and entirely indistinguishable. People mutter nonsense in an endless expanse of green jungle while walking around with machetes. It's not compelling visually or narratively, it just exists, in much wider swaths than one might hope. The action itself is totally fine though, especially when the gore quotient amps up about halfway through.

However, there is no denying that the Predator itself is an unholy triumph of monster-making ingenuity. Stan Winston sure as hell knew what he was doing when he put together the wholly inhuman look of the creature, both masked and unmasked. With the mask on, he cuts the figure of a space-age knight, and with it off he's an unnaturally fleshy collection of organic odds and ends that you just believe. That is the true triumph of Predator, and the reason the movie earned itself (god) five additional movies at this point. You don't get that without a cool monster, no way no how.

Rating: 5/10

Predator 2
Year: 1990
Director: Stephen Hopkins
Cast: Danny Glover, Gary Busey, Kevin Peter Hall 
Run Time: 1 hour 48 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

This time, Los Angeles!

Because L.A. is the urban jungle, geddit?

That's about as deep as Predator 2 ever gets, not really utilizing its arbitrary near-future setting to make much commentary other than "things is violent in the cities." Instead, we get a Predator film grafted onto a Lethal Weapon as Danny Glover stalks through the LA streets taking the law into his own hands when the titular extraterrestrial gets in the middle of a gang war that tears through the city streets. This is emphatically not a bad thing.

Sure, Predator 2 is stupid, but so is Predator 1, and at least this movie has a kick-ass lady cop with actual dialogue. This is probably the only time director Stephen Hopkins has actually improved a franchise, but I'll take it. Predator 2 is weirdly demure in its violence (the 90's were a rough time for gorehounds), but the action is varied and fun (an early street shootout has some delightful stunt car work), kicking up the energy with its loony antics. And the dialogue scenes benefit from actors with actual charisma, including the reliably weird Gary Busey and the sniveling worm that is every character Bill Paxton played in late 80's.

The Predator's weaponry has also received an upgrade, and although his invisibility booster is still annoyingly on-the-fritz (I understand he needs to be invisible for a long time because that's expensive as hell otherwise, but the brief glimpses we get of the Predator early on are annoyingly obvious audience pandering), his new space arsenal is a creative expansion of the universe of the first film. Here, the design team turns traditional hunting weapons like nets and spears into alien weapons of mass murderization, combining the primitive with the high tech in a satisfyingly brutal way.

As always, the Predator is the most important element of this film, and they do get it right. Sure, it's an empty 90's action flick, but that's a sweet spot for bad-good cinema, so you won't catch me complaining.

Rating: 6/10

Predators


Year: 2010
Director: Nimród Antal
Cast: Adrien Brody, Laurence Fishburne, Topher Grace
Run Time: 1 hour 47 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

A group of strangers find themselves fighting for their lives on a Predator hunting reserve.

Is Predator the only trilogy that improves as it goes along? OK, probably nobody would agree with me, but I've finally found an entry in this franchise that I like! Predators is a delightful popcorn thriller, dumping a fistful of character actors (also including Walton Goggins, Mahershala Ali, and Danny Trejo),  into a scenario that's part Cube, part Lost, and full of Predator mayhem. Yes, these folks are also randomly wandering through a jungle, but this time there's actually a mystery to solve outside of "what is shooting us with lasers?"

Predators throws a lot of bizarre, dime-store Annihilation imagery at its characters before it reveals what's actually going on (given the title of the movie, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out), and the dynamics of the characters as they're funneled through a gauntlet of sheer revulsion and terror is a fun way to spend the plotty bits. And the cast really is game for bringing these crude, one-dimensional characters to life. Goggins channels his skills at chaotic evil, Trejo does his Trejo thing, I actually really like Topher Grace and he turns in some solid comic relief, and Adrien Brody gains 25 pounds of muscle and dang if that isn't a good distraction from how boring his character is.

Predators does fall apart somewhere in the middle of the third act, where the plot starts taking twists and turns that come out of nowhere to jostle the movie off its track, then vanish without a trace. But before that it's a tremendously satisfying one-time watch. Its subtext about how all the human beings themselves are "predators" falls flat too, but I can't say I expected much to start with, and at least it's trying something.

Then there's the Predators themselves! The design of the new Super-Predator isn't a particularly inspiring piece of work, but for the most part the film uses improved CGI to smooth out the very few rough edges of the classic design, and this is the first movie where the Predator's heat vision isn't incredibly crude and annoying. You can actually see what the Predator is seeing instead of chunky blobs of red and yellow that you can assume are Arnold Schwarzenegger because the blob has biceps. 

All in all, Predators did it for me, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. At this rate, Predator 6: The Predating is gonna be an out-and-out masterpiece!

Rating: 7/10
Word Count: 1337
Reviews In This Series
Predator (McTiernan, 1987)
Predator 2 (Hopkins, 1990)
AvP: Alien vs. Predator (Anderson, 2004)
Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem (Strause & Strause, 2007)
Predators (Antal, 2010)
The Predator (Black, 2018)

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The Killsbury Doughboy

Every December, while visions of sugarplums dance through your head, grotesque visages and blood-curdling screams dance through mine. For the third year in a row, I hosted my Annual Christmas Slasher Marathon, an attempt to plumb the most vile depths of holiday horror. Although I have forced my friends to sit through at least fifteen of the seasonal psychopaths, we have barely scratched the surface.

Today and tomorrow I will be posting the results of our most recent venture.

The Gingerdead Man

Year: 2005
Director: Charles Band
Cast: Gary Busey, Robin Sydney, Ryan Locke
Run Time: 1 hour 10 minutes
MPAA Rating: N/A (like the movie ever saw a true release)

Did any of your jaws drop when you saw that this film was but a brief 70 minutes? Well I have news for you. Of that fateful hour and ten, roughly 14 of those minutes were credits. And with the way the plodding narrative pukes along, it could stand to be even shorter.

I'm embarrassed to admit that this film is the product of several of my favorite horror craftsmen. The director Charles Band is the producer behind some of my favorite 80's B-horror works, From Beyond and Re-Animator. It would seem that his dedication to throwaway low budget horror has brought him to a dark place.

And special effects designer John Carl Buechler has worked with some of the best and the brightest on films such as Halloween 4A Nightmare on Elm Street 4, and... From Beyond and Re-Animator. He also directed one of my favorite Friday the 13th films: Part VII, where Jason fights a telekinetic teen.

My, how the mighty have fallen.

The Gingerdead Man opens in a diner as the terrifyingly named Millard Findlemeyer (played by the ewually terrifying Gary Busey) robs a diner and shoots the patrons without blood or intrigue. Cut to two years later as the sole survivor of his bloodbath, Sarah Leigh -geddit?- (Robin Sydney, who has the dubious pleasure of being the only woman who can brag to have been in three Gingerdead films and every Evil Bong film) celebrates the murderer's recent execution by electric chair.

She works at a Texan bakery owned by her mother (Margaret Blye) and staffed by Brick Fields - Do you think his mother is the famous Mrs.? - (Jonathan Chase), an amateur wrestler known as the Butcher Baker and Julia (Daniela Melgoza), a Latina sterotype who defies expectations by surviving the entirety of the film.

When a mysterious package of gingerbread seasoning is dropped off at the door by a cloaked stranger, Sarah doesn't think twice about mixing it into a batch of dough and letting Brick bleed all over the bowl. It's a long story, but it turns out that they've baked Millard's ashes and now he's a vicious cookie puppet with a psychopathic bent.

To make things worse, a visit by competitor's daughter Lorna Dean -geddit?- (Alexia Aleman) and her studly boyfriend Amos Cadbury -the puns, they burn- (Ryan Locke) leads to a catfight that releases him from the oven, free to wreak havoc among the buns and frosted delights.

And to be mysteriously adorable from behind.

He's not really successful, killing a pitiful two people in largely bloodless ways, shouting at a rat, and making puns so weak they couldn't even hold up the wafer-thin plot.

The characters are only in danger because they stupidly refuse to just get the hell out of the bakery, the one set is barren and empty, people are rarely killed and mostly just bonked on the head and knocked out for a bit, and the blood is thin on the ground. For all the gore this movie has to offer, it might as well be Santa and the Enchanted Cookie.

It's not campy enough to justify the butt stupid premise and despite the promise of a seriously deranged Gary Busey, managed to almost put me to sleep on several occasions despite its perfunctory 56 minute net run time.

I'm not entirely sure how much acting he's doing here.

Killer: Millard Findlemeyer aka The Gingerdead Man (Gary Busey)
Final Girl: Sarah Leigh (Robin Sydney) and like three other people
Best Kill: Um... No?
Scariest Moment: Amos has an eyebrow ring.
Weirdest Moment: Sarah decorates the cookie before she even puts it in the oven. Laura: This is what happens when you predecorate your cookies."
Champion Dialogue: "Wherever you are up there, I hope they have strippers."
Body Count: 6; including the killer and the 3 in the diner opening sequence.
  1. Diner Patron is shot to death.
  2. Jeremy Leigh is shot to death.
  3. James Leigh is shot to death. 
  4. Jimmy Dean is crushed by his own car.
  5. Lorna is stabbed in the forehead with a knife.
  6. Gingerdead Man-Possessed Brick is baked to death. 
TL;DR: The Gingerdead Man does not make good on the title's promise of low budget camp.
Rating: 2/10
Word Count: 817