Thursday, 30 July 2009
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
This is the fourth Grudge movie I've seen, and whilst the structure and plot are now very tired, the scares still shit me up terribly.
It's like constantly being told the same joke, but every telling has a different punchline that still manages to crack you up.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Extremely cheaply made portmanteau effort from a bunch of J-Horror directors. Stand out by a long way is Takashi Shimizu (The Grudge) poking fun at himself with 'Blonde Kwaidan'. The rest range from OK to slightly dull.
There is the best ghost I've seen for a long while in one of them.
Craven succeeds in making another good Nightmare. Partly through the use of clever post modern reinvention but mostly by making Freddy wear a trenchcoat, which demonstrates that making a good Nightmare movie isn't exactly an uphill struggle.
So why does everyone else find it so fucking difficult?
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
1) A quote from Nietzsche at the beginning.
2) A boy being hit in the face with a piece of wood, causing him to fly through the air and slam through a dining room table into another plane of reality.
1) Everything else.
I see. The deal is bring back Freddy in an entirely preposterous manner (fire pissing dog, no less) and we all make lots of money.
No, that last bit is wrong, the film studio makes a lot of money, we just get an opportunity to sneer at Renny Harlin's laughable attempt to make a film. I'd have preferred money, but I guess the sneering will do.
The Nightmare that sets in place many of the hallmarks that proliferate through the later films in the series.
Hallmarks such as the huge money laden FX dream sequences, Freddy's constant wisecracking and the involuntary cheering at the untimely death of teenagers.
Godawful bollocks with a main character who's facial features unfortunately resemble an upset bowling ball.
Makes you appreciate how skillful Wes Craven was actually being when he made the first one.
If you could abort dog shit it would resemble this film.