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The Room: Live Tweet Event

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on June 4, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 1, 2016

That’s right, ladies and germs: we’re goin’ tweetin’!

On Saturday, June 20th at 8PM (ETD), join us on Twitter for unfiltered commentary as we watch The Room, Tommy Wiseau’s magnum opus of… stuff.

Our hashtag will be #ohhaimark

Come join the fun: @bsdriverreview                   

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Comedy, The Room, Unintentional

Red Light, Green Light: Color Symbolism in The City of Lost Children

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on June 4, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
It comes as no surprise that The City of Lost Children is visually stunning. From Marc Caro and Jean-Pierre Jeunet, the film tells the strange tale of a man lacking the ability to dream named Krank (Daniel Emilfork), who kidnaps children to steal their dreams. Enter the simple One (Ron Perlman) and the plucky Miette (Judith Vittet), who attempt to rescue One’s missing brother Denree, and the film becomes a strange mixture of steampunk mystery, film noir, science fiction fantasy and love story. The best way to describe this film’s visuals would have to be the term “rich.” Lush greens, earthy browns, and deep shades of both rust and bright reds combine to give the film a look that lands firmly to the left of reality to craft a dream-like, painted quality.
A lovely, demented fairy tale.
What strikes me most about this film is the way that color defines a particular theme. The running colors throughout the film each have their own connotations assigned that move the plot along in a type of visual marker.
The Great Brown Indifference
Any time we see brown in this film, there’s distinct adult indifference. Many of the adults passing by have brown clothing, from the townsfolk that watch One perform at the beginning of the film to the Octopus, A.K.A. the evil conjoined twins that run the guild of child thieves.
Brown figures prominently in the costuming of the Octopus (should we call them Octopi?). They don’t care about the children, and the murky shades of brown become associated with that. It’s very clear that they only want the profit of the children’s labor and consider them expendable. Threats are used to keep them in line: for example, Tadpole is threated with solitary confinement in a dark area with spiders in an effort to get him to cough up more loot. It works – Tadpole was, in fact, holding out on them. However, the introduction shows us how uncaring and solipsistic the sisters are. The attempt to kill Miette (against a brown netted background, no less) for trying to break away from them happens not because they care, but because they want to assert dominance over their money-maker. Miette is a possession and her life is expendable to them once she stops serving her purpose. Likewise, they don’t function as autonomous beings: they eat, smoke, and speak in tandem, proving that they can’t do anything on their own. Noticeh how the food and cigarettes are brown too? That’s not accidental.
Who wouldn’t want to go home to these caring faces?
Marcello, the circus performer with the deadly fleas, also dresses in browns and has trouble acting for himself. He is the instrument of a strange type of execution that has a passive-looking effort: first the fleas inject the victim, then he plays music which enacts the serum, which then sends the victim into a murderous trance. He appears to be a street musician during this act, and does not have to actively get his hands dirty in the act. He’s so blasé about his job that he has to outsource it to bugs. Heart of a lion on that one. He fails to act when Miette is drowning, instead choosing to wallow in self-pity with alcohol when he thinks she has died. When he later finds her alive, his idea of attemping to help her is to tell her that she needs to run away and let everyone think she’s dead. Way to be a man of action, Marcello.
Through the townspeople, the Octopus and Marcello, we see that brown is the color of the indifferent. They won’t help the children, kidnapped or destitute. Those kids are on their own. Hence, they receive the most unappealing color in this film. It’s quite fitting for the tone.
The Bright Green of Childhood and Truth
The greens vary in this film; however, they are without a doubt the signifiers of truth, childhood and simplicity, no matter how unsavory the details may be. From the clones’ lab coats to the waters of the sea that house the underwater lab, green is associated with the recapturing of childhood, as wella as the child-like truthfulness of the situation.
Perhaps the greatest purveyor of truth is Irvin, the brain surrounded by bubbling green water. Irvin tells the story of the Original, as well as the backstory of Martha, the clones and why Krank can’t dream. He does not sugar coat these facts, especially when it comes to Krank’s tortured quest to gain the ability to dream: he flatly tells Krank that he has no soul, and that he only brings nightmares; he suggests that Krank look inside himself rather than to others to fix what is broken. Bathed in brilliant green, Irvin delivers the predicitons of the failures of Krank’s experiments with glee: he knows that a particular child is “a nightmare factory,” and indicates this further with the flash of green nightmare images over the child’s sarcophagus. Krank has not and will not take Irvin’s advice, so Irvin unapologetically reminds him that he will fail. All of this while surrounded by green.
Sure, he’s got a sadistic streak, but Irvin tells it like it is.
In one of the most stunning and creepy sequences, we have the deaths of several cult members through the lens of green. While unable to see under normal circumstances, the green night vision goggle allows them to see through one eye in a brilliant tone. In a horrifying incident, this vision is manipulated so that a man is forced to watch his own death by hooking his feed up to his murderer’s apparatus. While the man is screaming that he doesn’t want to die, he is forced to watch the act happen to him. This is a direct confrontation of one’s own worst fear: the unblinking focus on ultimate demise. It’s powerful, surreal, scary and wrapped in green. In this moment, we get to peer into a primal fear that many people possess with a type of direct confrontation that those same people would not want to attempt to face. While we may not want to admit it, everything in green is honest and unfiltered. It does not care about our feelings, but at the same time, it does not hide the truth from us. Just like children, the color green shows us not what we want to see, but what we need to acknowledge in order to make progress.
The Red Changes
Finally, the vaious tones of red indicate when something is going to make progress. Red strives to make changes when it’s on the hands of the clones in the lab; it’s striped across the chest of One, who is on a hunt to find his beloved brother; it’s present in the candy apple that’s used to lure Denree away; it’s rusted onto the dock that takes the protagonists to the underwater lab. We see red bands around the stolen money, red birthday decorations for Irvin, red bouy lights in the sea. Red is everywhere that change needs to visit.
The most prominent red is the Santa Claus outfit throughout the dream sequences. Whether it’s multiple Santas or Krank, the red costume is used to bring about the scientific discovery of how to dream. It fails, but it operates on the notion that a typically happy memory will induce dreams. Krank needs to progress in his quest, and thus uses this image repeatedly in order to move ahead. Krank’s misuse of red perverts the color, turning it from magical into a nightmare. Red in the wrong hands causes havoc because the weilder cannot effectively bring about change.
Who does make progress while wearing red? Miette and One, whose costumes feature the hue prominently. Miette loves One and wants to help him; the color on her is less about this feeling than it is about her single-minded determination to be with him. Miette has the most red on her, and she is the one that succeeds in defeating Krank by trapping him in a dream state that destroys his mind. Her rich, vibrant red blazes the trail for the children to leave and not be troubled again by Krank. She is the ultimate progress. One’s brute strength is reflected in the red stripes he wears, but as he lacks the mental capacity to fully outsmart Krank, there is only so much that he can do. Miette – the girl in the red dress that does not give up – is the one that puts the largest dent in the rescue mission. We need the red-clad poster girl to act and set the children free.
This outfit is no accident. She’s like the Santa Claus of thieves.
At the end of the film, the children leave the lab with Miette, Denree and One on a red boat setting sail on the green sea. The children have been freed from their tormentor that could not recognize the truth he had to face. It’s a nice touch to the gorgeous color play. We know that the children are heading someplace better because of the color associations we’ve unconsciously made while watching the film. They’re making progress and can go back to being kids.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Beautiful, Colors, Fairy Tales, Foreign

Hell in a Handbasket: Silent Hill Edition

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on June 2, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
Video games are the bomb. I stay up far too late playing them, I play all levels to get to 100% completion, I throw the controller, and I refer to the bosses by such cute little nicknames like, “You fucking shitstain” and “GODDAMMITDIEALREADY!” (The kids have been sworn never to repeat what they hear me yell some evenings. What happens in Zelda stays in Zelda.) So, naturally, when a movie comes out that’s based on a video game, I’m torn between one of two reactions:
  1. This is going to be sweet! I’ve been saying all along that this needs to be a movie!
  2. Oh good Christ, how are they going to fuck this one up?
The trailer of Silent Hill gave me the first reaction. It didn’t take too long into the film to realize that I had been suckered in and was in the midst of a third, much more horrifying reaction: “This had so much potential. It looked good. How do you manage to completely fuck up something that was goddamned scripted out in a successful format already?!” Let’s examine how this one managed to completely screw the pooch.
#1 – It tries too hard to function like a video game
Building atmosphere is one thing. Multiple lengthy shots of your main character wandering through town just makes everything drag. It felt like I could have put the movie down, walked away, went on with my life, and picked it back up again hours or even days later. I get it; the town’s creepy. I don’t need to watch Radha Mitchell stroll through every corner of town in order to find her daughter. Speaking of which…
This movie is as exciting as watching snow fall. Or watching falling ashes. Take your pick.
#2 – I never want to hear the name Sharon ever again
Never. EVER. A good 85% of the lines in this movie consist of Rose uttering some version her daughter’s name. Fuck me, I can’t even bring myself to type it again. She yells it, she whispers it, she calmly states it. You know how some people can’t stand the name of an ex and instinctively grit their teeth when they hear it? Yeah, that’s how I feel about this name now.
#3 – I should not be this bored 20 minutes into a horror movie
I was bored when I checked the timer again at the 30-minute mark. And ten minutes after that. And for the rest of the two fucking hours this movie went on. There were supposed to be scares and chills in there. They fell flat. It’s mildly creepy, but it could have gone so much further. While I don’t mind a lack of extreme gore, this one just gave me a whole lot of nothing. By the time the chick gets stripped and flayed by Pyramid Head (over an hour into runtime, mind you), I was cheering because I wanted this movie to give me something. Anything. This is a warning as to why you should be careful with pacing and atmosphere. Relying too heavily on them makes for one long ass ride. By the time we got to the barbed wire gynecological exam from hell, I was too bored to give a shit.
#4 – The characters were one-dimensional
Fine, I’ll say it: Pyramid Head was not scary because the character was completely fucking flat (flat pyramid, get it? No? Is this thing on?). It has nothing to do with lack of speech. He’s not the same style silent killing machine as Kiriyama from Battle Royale. Kiriyama was effective because we had two things: a tiny shred of backstory, and a look of sheer joy in the kill. We didn’t get that from Pyramid Head. We also didn’t get anything in the way of Christabella or Rose. One was a zealot with blind obedience from her congregation, the other was a reckless mother. I don’t understand how anyone would follow either one of them in their quests. I didn’t root for either one of them, I didn’t fully understand their motives, and I certainly did not have enough knowledge of them to really connect in any way, shape or form. They were drawings of people. No wonder I was so bored.
Are you ready to ROCK, Silent Hill?!
#5 – There’s not a ton of music
Silence is not always golden. I get a pun (Silent Hill – get it?), but this one goes too far. You don’t realize how important music is until you don’t have it anymore (YOU HEAR THAT, LAWMAKERS THAT WANT TO CUT ARTS SPENDING?). All gray with little to no music in most parts makes for a medium that does not fully connect with my emotions. I had no fear stirred up because there was nothing helping to build that fear along. I can get plenty scared with the right combination of strings and tempo. Makes me wonder how far this could have gone with the right soundtrack.
#6 – The hell is with Laurie Holden’s makeup?
You have blood running down your face, yet the rest of your makeup is perfect. Apparently, a woman can’t be a strong figure without the perfect shade of lipstick. Now I will admit that Laurie Holden is a lovely lady (and the costume was rather kind), but do we have to make sure that our leading ladies are picture-perfect? Even Radha Mitchell didn’t look as bad as she could have. I don’t want a pretty heroine. I want a real one. That means that she shouldn’t look like she’s had touch-ups between crises. You know what real women do when the shit hits the fan? They deal with it. They don’t make sure that they have a fresh coat of lipstick on.
To be honest, I was looking for an excuse to post this picture.
#7 – The script was a poor attempt to try to make a strong female character the lead
We do need more strong female characters in cinema. This one didn’t bother to give us any form of depth or connection, and so the strong lead fell flat. Want to know when we found out that Cybil stayed with an injured kid for three days in a mine shaft? An hour and fifteen minutes into the movie. About five minutes before she died. Not enough time to form the connection. As for Rose, the character rode on cliche after cliche. A mother’s love is powerful, you’ll move mountains for your child, blah blah blah. Tell me something new. Make the character deeper. This one didn’t bring anything to the table other than the motherhood card. Give us something more than a recycled trope and you’ll have us.
What really hurt with this one is the knowledge that the game had a male character in the lead. It was changed to a female lead for the film, so I should have been happy. This was a good thing – a girl got into the club! Instead, this one fell so flat that it made the creative decision even worse. Women deserve more than the treatment they got in this film. Is motherhood a powerful facet to a female identity? When done correctly, sure. However, not all women want to become mothers. And that’s perfectly fine. It felt like this film was reinforcing that only motherhood will make you move mountains, which is simply not true. I know plenty of women who aren’t mothers that would give anything to save a friend, lover, pet, book, piece of music, you name it. Women can get passionate about anything. It’s not solely about children, so please, stop treating your female audience like the only thing we can connect with is a child in danger. While I get that the plot involved a child in danger, it felt like it was laid on too thick, and it pandered to the easy way out: mommy will always save her baby. A creative mind would have found a better angle.
#8 – This place is so fundamentalist it hurts
True exchange at home:
Hubs: “Why was the starting point of that hopscotch board Hell?”
Me: “Because they’re in West Virginia.”
That’s really not fair to the residents of West Virginia. The town is so over-the-top fundy that I’m choking on the stench. Really, there’s only one illegitimate kid in town, and she was sacrificed by a cult? The biblical quotes all over town, the witch burnings – they’re stacked on so high that it morphs into overkill. At one point, I half expected to hear the Monty Python exchange of, “What do you burn apart from witches?””MORE WITCHES!” It’s a good thing that Sharon wasn’t adopted by a pair of power lesbians. Christabella couldn’t handle out-of-wedlock kids; I can’t imagine how badly same sex couples would have broken her brain.
#9 – Officer Gucci
Did we really need to have the cop that guided Christopher around the town also be the one that tried to help Alessa all those years ago? It felt too convenient and contrived. We had a chance for either a bigger player in the film or another body to add to the count of a horror movie. Missed opportunities, people.
#10 – The logistics of the Sharon/Alessa divide
How does someone incarnate the vestiges of their innocence in the form of a baby a good two decades after receiving third-degree burns over 100% of her body? Why wait that long? Did they really expect me to believe that the baby was delivered to the orphanage by the demon kid? Isn’t there some sort of radius on how far that kid can travel outside of town? I didn’t buy the explanation.
You waited HOW long to split your personality into archetypal roles?
#11 – The whole burning thing
Can someone please explain to me why a little girl with 100% of her body covered in third degree burns is still alive while Cybil charred up and died in no time flat?
#12 – The alternate reality ending
My biggest problem with this is the way that Rose came into her house, covered in blood, and just plopped herself down on a comfy chair to stare absent-mindedly at the couch. I don’t know about you, but when I’ve just fought hell beasts and cult members, I like to take a fucking shower when it’s all over. “Hey, Sharon, do me a favor. Watch something on t.v. Mommy needs a good 30-minute soak.” You know, come to think of it, a shower would have been far more compelling and well-structured than this film…
And, finally…
#13 – Sean Bean didn’t die at the end
Really, where’s the fun in that?
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Hell in a Handbasket, Movies That Sucked, Not Scary

Weekend Movies: Five Reasons to Watch The Triplets of Belleville

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 29, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
I’ve heard The Triplets of Belleville described as “odd” and “charming.” I wouldn’t call it “odd” so much as “different,” and “charming” doesn’t quite nail it so much as “entrancing” does. It defies many conventions of modern animation, especially in the Age of Disney. You won’t be able to tear your eyes off of it. If you want to try something original, then here are five reasons why you should give The Triplets of Belleville a shot this weekend.
#1 – The references to turn of the 20th century culture
I spent a ton of time with my grandparents as a child. As such, I was immersed in music, literature and film that most other kids didn’t get to their hands on until they became college students. So when I saw Django Reinhardt and Josephine Baker animated, I knew exactly who they were and felt like I was looking at old friends. If you’re like me and grew up with the greats, you’ll get this feeling when you watch it too.
They even got the fingers right! YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
#2 – The animation isn’t all Disney Princesses and Prince Charmings
This is not a film filled with beauty queens and fairy princesses. We have an older woman with a mole, glasses that magnify her eyes, and a special shoe to offset her shorter leg. There are characters with buck teeth, hook noses and bald spots. There’s off-screen violence, mobsters and little touches like butcher shops and unsavory meals. There’s a realness to it that most live-action films lack, let alone animated fare. It’s nice for once to see a film featuring characters that look like (gasp) real people you’d find hanging around your everyday life.
This is a face I’d have hot chocolate with.
#3 – It takes a while to realize that there’s not much dialogue
A silent movie may seem out-there, especially when we live in the world of wordy Woody Allen and Quentin Tarantino films (author’s note: Tarantino’s cool, but Allen can eat a bag of dicks). However, this film is so good that it doesn’t need talking. You’re interested in it without really caring about who’sg got the best lines. That’s a nice trick, and worth the watch by itself.
#4 – The plot is a little off the wall
Did I say “a little”? I meant a lot. I won’t spoil why Champion the cyclist is kidnapped. It’s too off-the-wall for you to experience it other than letting it unfold first-hand. What I will say is that there are several points in the moments after they happen where you wrinkle your brow and say, “Wait, did that just happen?” Yes. Yes it did. And it’s great.
Yes, that’s a bazooka. It figures into the plot.
#5 – The theme of love isn’t syrupy
This is a story about a grandmother that tries to make her grandson’s life better. Whether it’s helping him pursue his dreams or rescuing him from harm, she’s there for him no matter what. There are no melodramatic proclamations on her part: she’s very factual in her approach. Most people are lucky enough to have that rock in life that’s just there. No matter if it’s a grandmother, father, cousin or sibling – if you’re lucky enough to have that person that does not need to be asked to help, but just steps up and does it, you will appreciate this film.
Sound off in the comments below and let me know what you think.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged funny, Real, Strange

She’s a Man, Baby: The Art of Being Your Neighbor in Day Watch

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 28, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
Body swap scenes are hard to pull off. When done poorly, they’re laughable at best. However, if done properly, a body swap can suspend your disbelief to see the character over the actor while still in the moment. You wind up having no choice but to praise the actor in retrospect because you don’t stop watching for fear of missing something. The latter scenario occurs in Timur Bekmambetov’s Day Watch, which sees Olga (Galina Tyunina) and Anton (Konstantin Khabensky) swap bodies in one of the best performances of two actors pretending to be the other I’ve ever seen.
Kudos to Galina.
Anton is placed into Olga’s body as a necessity, to avoid detection and framing for murder; upon waking, Anton sees his body staring back at him, with Olga’s smirk and foot-tapping. The look of realization on Tyunina’s face is priceless. The small mannerisms she displays as Anton demonstrate that she studied Khabensky’s movements and acting style. The mugging action to get to Anton’s cigarettes and flask show a familiarity with where everything is placed. There’s no awkward fumbling; everything is smooth. Tyunina adjusts her walk to mimic that of a man in the moments after the initial switch, and if you’re not careful, you will take the moment for granted and miss it. From the throw of the arm around Semyon to the lighting of the cigarette, the movements are masculine and abrupt. The way that Tyunina turns her head, moves her shoulders and opens doors are all Khbanesky. It’s choreographed precisely, and she did a tremendous job with the initial switch.
For Khabensky’s part in the initial swap scene, he leans against a desk in the same fashion that we saw Tyunina’s Olga do so in the previous film. He puckers his lips into a bemused smirk and sets his jaw the way Olga would. The instruction that Olga gives while in Anton’s body concerning the way that Olga walks, the smudged makeup and the transition of the voices is a complete departure from the performance that Khabensky gives when portraying Anton. He softens the tone of his voice, re-paces his walking and locks his facial features when speaking. In this manner, he delivers the one-half of the funniest exchange of the film:
Olga (upon hearing Anton ask which reason to give for crashing with Sveta): Say that Gesser snores.
Gesser: Do I snore?
The deadpan look, the complete lack of amusement: totally Tyunina as Olga. This is the face of a woman that has slept next to someone that snores. Women around the globe get this look, despite that it’s on a man’s face. This is a look that we’d see on Tyunina’s Olga. That Khabensky nailed it so effortlessly speaks highly of his abilities to observe and convey Tyunina as Olga.
Where we really see the achievement of the swap is in Sveta’s apartment. Tyunina is slightly detached in conversation the way that Anton is, though that could easily be credited to the script. However, the way that Tyunina smokes and nods her head indicate the she observed Khabensky to mimic his movements in the same actions. The crowning moments comes in the shower scene, as Anton prepares to tell Sveta that he’s in Olga’s body. Right before confessing the deception and telling Sveta that he loves her, Tyunina wipes at her nose and shifts the weight of her body onto her left foot. This right here is when you forget that you’re watching an actress do an impression of another actor: in that moment, we are convinced that Anton Gorodetsky is actually in Olga’s body. The willing suspension of disbelief is in full effect at this point. As an added bonus, we get to see Tyunina watching a hockey game as Anton, and are treated to the way she sits, leans and delivers lines as Anton. However, at this point, the audience is thoroughly hooked. We know that it’s really Anton, not Olga.
Anyone can say words, but it takes a tremendous job to have me fully believe that an actor is a character. Both Tyunina and Khabensky worked hard to observe the other in order to become the other. Over gender lines, this is a difficult line to walk because it can quickly turn into unintentional comedy. What Tyunina and Khabensky achieve transcends gender to become the art of seeing a human being. These performances kept a tricky subject light-hearted when it merited the tone and serious when it wanted us to feel something. The level of artistry that went into both of these performances was a true pleasure to watch.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Body swap, Gender, Great Acting

Human After All: Rocket’s Humanity in Guardians of the Galaxy

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 26, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
Guardians of the Galaxy is a fun blockbuster that knows how to engage its audience. It gives us a funny lead, hysterical side kicks, lots of action, a bad guy that we can’t stand and enough loose ends to make us want to come back for round two. Interesting enough, it gives us aliens and/or modified life forms that make us care just as much about them as our (half) human lead, Peter. More specifically, it gives us Rocket, whose displays of human emotion make him one of the more complex characters I’ve seen in a long time.
When we first meet Rocket, he’s a greedy bounty hunter busy criticizing humans. He calls out their lack of purpose by declaring, “All in a big hurry to get from something stupid to nothing at all.” He takes joy in zapping Peter and shows contempt for his captors, and with good reason: the authorities refer to him as Subject 89P13, only pausing once to state, “It calls itself Rocket.” Rocket is directly called a “lower life form” and does not even get a masculine pronoun, despite that he’s clearly male. Reducing Rocket to the status “it” and assigning him a number instead of a name is extremely dehumanizing for a sentient being. It’s worth noting that even Groot is referred to by name rather than an assigned number. Even a plant ranks higher than Rocket.
A very degrading mugshot.
Rocket is rather defensive of his special species status. When Peter refers to him as a racoon, Rocket shoots the notion down, telling him, “Ain’t no thing like me ‘cept me.” He also strives to make sure that others that aren’t understood easily (like him) are explained. For instance, when Peter expresses annoyance with Groot’s limited vocabulary, Rocket replies, “He no talking good like me and you.” Rocket’s willing to trade barbs with Peter in order to defend his friend. He’s also willing to call Gamora out on her haughtiness when she won’t speak to Peter. This shows that, despite his rough tendencies, he is capable of standing up for his friend and citing hypocrisy. We get to see the beginning of Rocket functioning as a sassy type of chorus: not directly part of the group, willing to state the facts, and not always sweet about it.
That doesn’t mean that Rocket is incapable of demonstrating care. Upon arrival at the Kyln, Peter is threatened with implied rape. After Groot attacks the fellow prisoner, Rocket functions as the mouth piece to tell the other prisoners to stay away from Peter: “This one here is our booty. You want to get to him, you go through us. Or more accurately, we go through you.” In this instant, Peter becomes the property of Rocket: he’s Rocket’s to defend, Rocket’s to decide if you get a chance at him, under Rocket’s protection. Peter accepts this, and is able to function in prison. Between the defense and Rocket’s boasting of being able to escape prison easily, Peter quickly realizes that in order to survive, he must align himself with the life form.
So begins a bond. While not entirely reformed, Rocket does begin to display concern for Peter at this point of the film. He gets up and follows Peter to rescue Gamora from being killed at night. He offers more useful information in terms of dealing with Drax, whom Peter does not realize has an entirely literal understanding of language. He plays a practical joke when he asks for the prisoner’s prosthetic leg. Through these acts, Rocket behaves like a human that is bonding with a new buddy.
That does not mean that Rocket is not sensitive to the differences in his treatment from the other characters who happen to have a more humanoid appearance. When escaping from prison, Rocket notes that Peter’s pants were folded, but his were crumpled into a ball. On Knowhere, he directly confronts the racism he has so far experienced by declaring, “You just want to laugh at me like everyone else!… [Drax] thinks I’m some stupid thing. I didn’t ask to get made. I didn’t ask to be torn apart and put together over and over and turned into some… some monster!… He called me vermin! She called me rodent!” This is where Rocket goes from a smart ass talking animal with a gun to a real being: he breaks down and lets those around him know how much their words and actions hurt him. This establishes Rocket as a feeling creature that wants the respect and rights that others have. If you notice, after this outburst, no one refers to Rocket in a derogatory manner for the rest of the film. He’s accepted as one of them once he airs his grievances. Peter may tell him, “Suck it up for one more lousy night and you’re rich,” but Rocket doesn’t have to suck it up. He gets respect and consideration from this point forward.
While still self-serving and sarcastic, Rocket does embrace the new facet of being a member of the group. He agrees to help his new friends. He crashes his ship into the Dark Aster to aid them during the huge battle. He takes a stand and shares the burden of the infinity stone with the group. Interestingly, while Peter, Gamora and Drax can’t stabilize it on their own, Rocket’s joining of them works to strengthen their bond in order to defeat Ronan. They needed him in order to function effectively. Like that, he becomes an equal despite the separation of species. They need Rocket, despite that he is vastly different. His loyalty to them winds up saving an entire world, as well as the group.
To further solidify his emotional complexity, Rocket displays honest, unbridled emotion when he is finally able to mourn the loss of Groot. While teary-eyed in the moment of sacrifice, Rocket allows himself to fully break down and openly sob once the imminent danger has passed. He’s able to compartmentalize long enough to help save the day. Curiously, he also has the distinction of sobbing in the open, which, sadly, is still something that you don’t see a lot of male characters doing in the movies. We don’t often get the audible heartbreak; if male characters are allowed to cry, it’s either the over-the-top, shoot-the-air type of mourning and/or rage, or it’s quiet weeping. Rocket is allowed to cry loudly and really mourn the way that a real person would. Drax tries to comfort him by petting his head, which seems to be the only way that he can think to help him. What’s nice is that Rocket does not wag his tail, proving that he’s not just a racoon: Rocket is a sentient being that not only mourns, but is capable of accepting solace from a friend.
This will give you all the feels.
At the end of the film, we’ve watched Peter go from womanizing outlaw to defender of the universe, a man that has reconciled the death of his mother to his larger role in the world around him; however, this is not the most profound transformation. This distinction goes to the way that Rocket allows himself to be part of the group, and how the group accepts him. The fellow Guardians, like the audience, sees him as one-of-a-kind. We don’t see a racoon. We see Rocket.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Blockbuster, Emotions, Not Human

Weekend Movies: 5 Reasons to Watch Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 22, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
On paper, this movie is ridiculous. In reality, this movie is ridiculous. That doesn’t make me love it any less, and you should, too. Here we go: five reasons why, this Memorial Day weekend, you should spend some quality time with Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters.
#1 – Two words: leather pants
Allow me to be a total pig for a minute: Gemma Arterton’s ass in leather pants is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy. Yes, that’s a terrible statement for a woman to make, we shouldn’t objectify women, etc. As a bi woman, I’m not going to sit back and pretend that I don’t like what I see. In a world of actresses with zero body fat, it’s nice to see someone that can actually fill out her costume without looking comically misshapen.
I’d like to buy the costume department a drink.
#2 – Hansel’s medieval diabetes
This part just blows my mind every time I watch it. How in the hell does he have insulin at all times? How did he know to treat himself from childhood? Does he reuse his needles? Do these people not realize that eating a shitload of candy does not a diabetic make? So many questions. I can overlook the evil witches flying on brooms, but this one just makes me scratch my head with a type of “what the fuck” glee that I reserve for something I have to laugh at lest I cry from stupidity. It takes something special to get me to that point.
#3 – Hansel gets knocked around quite a bit
I’m not a huge fan of Jeremy Renner. It’s gotten even worse since the whole mess of the press tour that was The Avengers: Age of Ultron (a.k.a. “Marvel, it’s time to come and get your fucking children”). So, watching him act tough and get the crap kicked out of him a few times was fun for me. It’s so nice to see that everyone in the yesteryear of Germany was so well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. Especially martial arts.
Yeah, I’m not going to lie: this was fun to watch.
#4 – There’s tons of gratuitous blood and guts
Exploding people! Dead evil witches! Fist fights! Everyone is made of endless pounds of ground beef and a couple gallons of blood. It’s AWESOME. You really need to watch this one in order to fully experience the joy of watching someone’s head explode in an oven. It’s just such a good time that you don’t even feel guilty about it.
#5 – Speaking of fun, there’s a biting sense of humor
Referring to the townsfolk as “fucking hillbillies” to their faces takes balls in an era of mass hysteria, but that’s Gretel for you. She has some fun one-liners, and Arterton’s combination of voice and delivery make them all the better. With other actors, this would have been horrible, but somehow, this cast makes something ridiculous completely fun.
Is it sequel time yet?
There you have it. For a good time, call Hansel and Gretel.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged funny, Weekend Movies, WTF

The Dark Night of the Soul: The Use of Light and Seasons in Let The Right One In

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 21, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
The first time I watched Let the Right One In, I wondered if I was watching something that was going to go down as a classic. It certainly has the hallmarks: great script, performances of remarkable depth (especially from Lina Leandersson and Elif Ceylan, both of whom contributed to Eli), and themes that run relevant no matter what the era. Focusing on a severely bullied child and his relationship with a centuries-old vampire, we watch Oskar and Eli’s bond develop over the course of time into something pure and powerful. If you watch the setting, you’ll find that the progressions of light and the seasons mirror the emotional development and bond of these two characters.
When we begin the story, it’s black. Snow is then introduced, but over half the screen remains shrouded in darkness. As Eli arrives at the apartment building for the first time, Oskar presses his hand to the window to touch his reflection. He’s clad only in his underwear, surrounded by darkness in his reflection. He then utters his first line: “Squeal like a pig.” Oskar is rehearsing revenge against his tormentors, though we’re not fully aware of this fact that this point of the film. We only see a nearly-naked boy attempting to connect to a blurred version of himself in the darkness.
Reaching out to try to connect to anyone.
This serves as a precursor to Oskar’s life at school. The next day, in a life before Eli, it’s overcast in the daytime. We see Oskar’s isolation and bullying firsthand. We know that he is alone. So when he meets Eli, it’s fitting that it’s nighttime: there’s not much hope; it’s dark; he’s alone; the only person that will talk to him is the smelly, dandruff-afflicted little girl that tries to make friends on a snow-covered jungle gym. It’s not the most auspicious circumstances for friendship. In fact, when Eli first observes Oskar, he’s stabbing a tree and rehersing his revenge against his schoolyard bullies. He’s hopeless and growing violent. He half-heartedly gives Eli his Rubik’s cube to solve, with the thought that he’ll receive it back withoutm much progress to it being solved in a few days.
The tone doesn’t immediately change at this point for either Oskar or Eli. Oskar retreats to his bedroom and collects clippings of various crimes and murders. Eli, who is left starving after a botched attempt to obtain blood by Håkan, resorts to a dark underpass to obtain sustenence. It’s still bleak for them both: they’re still alone, and so the setting is still the black dead of winter. It’s when Eli solves and returns the Rubik’s cube that we see trees beginning to bud and sunshine peeking out. Their growing bond ushers in spring. It’s a rebirth for them both.
Funny how this appears once they start to bond.
That’s not to say that the light and seasons are uniformly bright and cheerful from here on out. This is still a movie concerning true horrors, after all. Oskar is confronted by his bullies again and whipped after school when it’s very dark outside, showing that he still has a way to go in his suffering as he learns to stand up for himself. While Oskar and Eli begin their morse code communication through walls, we see Oskar’s forest-clad walls as opposed to Eli’s cracked, barren walls, a stark contrast of Oskar’s emotional attachment and Eli’s bleak existence as a vampire. It’s nighttime when Oskar takes Eli out for chocolate, which leaves Eli sick.
Interestingly enough, once Oskar leaves to visit his father, the setting is clear and bright, despite the snow. The escape and the freedom associated with it is reflected in the weather. It’s when his father’s friend (or lover, if you interpret it that way) shows up with alcohol that the world turns dark again. The reality of how broken the situation with his father is literally blackens Oskar’s world. Hitchhiking home in the middle of the night in the snow is a pretty extreme method of running away from the situation, yet that’s what we get. Oskar’s happiness is brief, as is the light. He returns to Eli to draw more strength.
The light does stick around when Oskar finally stands up to Conny on a school trip. The action is violent and causes the loss of hearing in Conny; however, as an audience, we’re thrilled that Oskar stood up for himself. The day is cheerful and bright, with spring beginning its first flush. It’s also at this time that Jocke’s body is discovered. We’re still not entirely at that point of peace, but we’re making progress. The death intruding upon the sunshine demonstrates that while it’s not complete, there is definite progress to Oskar’s quality of life.
Eli, on the other hand, continues to struggle. Eli requires the darkness due to the many secrets he possesses. Eli laps blood during a nighttime outing with Oskar; however, he sends Oskar away to avoid harming him. Also at nighttime, Eli confesses his vampiric nature as Oskar gets a glimpse into Eli’s past (including Eli’s missing male genitalia). It’s worth noting that as their bond grows, and Eli becomes more transparent, the sun shines brighter and the seasons progress further. This culminates when Eli kills Lacke rather than have him harm Oskar. Covered in blood, Eli wraps his arms around Oskar, who offers thanks. It’s significant that Oskar’s reluctance to kill Lacke and Eli’s defense of Oskar happens during the daytime. It’s their first daylight interaction, and it cements their intimacy.
Eli’s subsequent flight away from the situation leaves Oskar devestated. We get the mirror image in the window again, along with a type of watery haze. We hope that Oskar isn’t as alone, and that his transformation has stuck. However, like a false spring, Oskar still has some growing to do, but he’s not going to do it alone. Oskar’s final confrontation with the bullies happens at night, in a pool. He’s isolated again at the start, but this time, he’s reborn with the help of Eli. The light in the pool appears brighter after Eli kills two of the bullies and Conny’s older brother Jimmy. Our final take away of them before they depart the pool: two equally bright, happy smiles. These two have pulled through a long, harsh winter and are ready for sunlight.
A pair of bright eyes after a near-death experience.
While we see the snow and darkness again, we liken it to a closing of life in Blackeberg. There is death, destruction and general unhappiness for Oskar and Eli there. The snow falls again, but this time, it takes up more of the screen. It’s not as pitch black; there’s more beauty to the pattern, more of a chance to see crystals and recognize flakes. We see the beauty of the darkness that we couldn’t see at the start of the film.
In arguably the most touching scene of the film, we see bright sunshine streaming through the train windows at the very end as a singular Oscar watches the world go by. We hear quiet tapping from the trunk in his compartment, to which he answers in morse code. The word he spells out? “Puss,” which is Swedish for “small kiss.” They have an inside tradition that holds special meaning, they would do anything to protect each other, and they love each other very, very much. As an audience, we love that these two wound up together.
What does this demonstrate to the weary audience that has followed them on this journey? Like the seasons, our problems will not disappear overnight. In fact, many problems will require confidence and outside help in order to fully come through them. It also shows us that damage, while it doesn’t go away, can make the right person love you no matter what. Just as we finally see the beauty in the snow in time for spring, Oskar and Eli accept each other no matter what. The loneliness and suffering of each does not matter anymore. Like the inevitability of the springtime, it too will pass out of the dark winter and into something better.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Darkness, Relationships, Seasons

What’s Left Unsaid: The Role of Silence in Battle Royale

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 19, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
The best actors can own an entire scene without having to once open their mouths. There’s no chance for ridiculous annunciation or offbeat breath draws. There’s less of a chance for, as Jon Lovitz put it on Saturday Night Live, “ACCCCCCTING!” If you can suspend my disbelief long enough to make me see not just an actor, but a character, you’ve done your job well; if you can do it without relying on words, it’s a sign of a level of sophistication at which many actors fail to arrive. Bearing that in mind, I have to applaud Battle Royale for the litany of good actors it provided. For a film that featured a massive amount of violence, the most impactful moments occured when the actors did not utter a line.
Starting at the beginning, we see the winner of the previous Battle Royale post-victory. She’s covered in blood, her smile reveals braces, and she’s clutching a doll. There’s something beauty-queen-esque about her smile: that look of winning, of having clawed her way to the top. Juxtaposed with the blood, the doll and the braces, this girl is jarring when we first see her. She scared the crap out of me without having to say a word.
Something tells me her platform isn’t world peace.
Working our way through the film, we get to witness those small indicators that something is wrong, even though the discomfort isn’t explicitly voiced. Did you catch the look on the Mr. Hiyashida’s face as the students’ bus passes armed military vehicles? Yeah, that look of fear. He knew something was wrong and didn’t want to say anything to alarm the kids. The whole expression takes under 15 seconds, but it’s there, and it’s effective. Just as effective? Nobu’s interaction with Kitano during Kitano’s introduction to the game. Kitano gets to address his attacker, the kid that stabbed him some time ago. Nobu doesn’t verbally confront Kitano at first: he shifts guiltily in his chair, moves around, then makes a face at him. This is an interesting choice: the kid knows he’s in trouble, that he’s been confronted for an ill deed, and that he’s being publicly picked on by someone who now has a lot more power than previous interactions. Nobu’s response is childish. It reinforces that there’s still a child in there. As much as I disliked Nobu in the film (but not in the book, which, if you haven’t read, you absolutely need to – it’s even better than the film, which is a masterpiece), he’s still a child.
When Nobu dies, Nanahara does not yell and scream. He cries while everyone else watches silently. There are mixtures of pity and indifference in the facial expressions, but we are able to read these emotions without dialogue. Eventually, Nanahara has to be restrained, but Nakagawa only has to give him a look to calm him down. She tempers a rash reaction that would have killed him with one look. Her silence is her power. Nakagawa does not have to make a dramatic speech. She quietly reassures. And we believe her. We know that she’s trying to help Nanahara live to see the end of the battle. She’s successful because he picks up on this too. All without a word.In terms the gathering of the bags, this group does this quietly as well, yet we all read their expressions. The pain, the rebellion, the sorrow. Out of the 15 or so kids we see grab bags, we only have three speakers, one of whom is Kawada demanding a new bag. There’s no dramatic speech because it won’t do any good. The fight is inevitable. These kids grasp the finality of the sitation. Even Kiriyama, who does not speak for the duration of the film, clutches his bag as though it’s a baby; he willingly signed up for the game of the film, and so in a sense, this is his baby.
Ironically enough, Kiriyama is the one that survives to the final four and executes the most kills. His silence is just as much an asset as a gun. He does not have to deliver speeches, or give backstory. He’s the worst type of Big Bad Wolf: the one that you can’t sympathize with because there’s nothing really human in there. We can’t connect in small ways, even if it’s pity (like with Mitsuko): we don’t know. All that we know is that he will creep up on you, smile and kill you. The smile conveys that he takes glee in the act. He does not feel remorse. We don’t want him to win because there’s no inkling of a soul there. He doesn’t beg for his life when confronted. His lack of explanation renders him a type of strength that the other students don’t have.
There’s really no expression to read here.
In fact, talking becomes a type of weakness for the characters in that it wastes time, especially when dealing with Kiriyama. While Mitskuo is an effective killer, she continually rages about the injustices she experiences in her social life, which weakens her. She screams when fighting Kiriyama; ultimately, he survives while she dies. Likewise, Mimura stages a silent rebellion with typing and computer hacking once he figures out that the necklaces have microphones; however, when his group gets attacked, he starts yelling as his friends die. There’s a direct correlation between the act of speech and the lowered chances of survival against the silent killer.
The most damning example we have of speech decreasing the chances of survival is the group of Lighthouse Girls. Yukie, Yuko, Haruka, Yuka, Chisato, and Satomi all fall prey to in-fighting, which causes a gun fight and eventual death for all. While this stems from an act of murder (poison intended to kill Nanahara), the group makes accusations, quickly turns on each other and resorts to killing each other off in no time flat. Really, it takes a grand total of about 5 minutes for them to off each other. That doesn’t bode well for the power of speech.
Man, make one comment about the soup…
When do we get to see the positives of silence without the murder? Kawada cares silently for a recovering Nakagawa. Nakagawa’s wordless dream sequence of eating ice cream with Kitano instills a sense of pity in her. Kawada’s quiet death – which he likens to going to sleep – is peaceful and moving despite that he’s covered in blood and has rampaged for nearly three days with our heroes. These instances make the characters more human. We read their expressions and, despite the language barrier, we can sympathize with them. We feel their sense of peace and search for understanding. We connect.
Battle Royale is, at its core, a deeply violent film about a horrible socio-political situation involving children. It’s horrifying, even more so because we see these kids as people. Any actor could have come in and read the lines. The actors of Battle Royale came in and became these people, lending their faces and emotions to the sacred teenagers to give them more facets. Some dramas can’t accomplish what a horror movie did. The credit goes to the acting and direction. Well played, kids. Well played.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Good Acting, Silence

Weekend Movies: Five Reasons to Watch Tusk

The Backseat Driver Reviews Posted on May 14, 2015 by Erin MiskellJune 13, 2016
I’ll admit it: when I first heard about Tusk, all I could think was, “Jesus, that sounds fucking weird.” I was right – it was very weird. However, it was also a good time. Which made me wonder why more people haven’t seen it. So, in the grand tradition of persuasion, I’m putting together a little list of reasons why you should give this movie a shot. If you don’t like it, then get off my lawn.
#1 – It’s an original idea.
In a world of remakes and adaptations, original ideas are becoming more and more rare. Studios are looking for a way to make a buck on something that has had proven success. This is how we get a theatre filled with adaptations of young adult novels (more on that another day) and ’80s hits getting a fresh coat of sickly beige paint. More often than not, I hear people bemoan, “Why can’t they think of something new? I don’t need another remake!” You want something new that isn’t a half-assed remake of a really awesome ’70s horror movie/T.V. Show/miniseries? Tired of having to slug through Shailene Woodley alternating between her two facial expressions (if you need help, I’ll give you this one: disbelief and “I smell dog shit”)? Then give a movie about a man being turned into a walrus a shot. Can’t say it’s been done before.
#2 – It’s a technical step above Smith’s other movies.
I’m a sucker for lighting and good camera work. The lighting and sets in this movie are really good for the mood: it’s rich and bright at the beginning, then progresses to a sepia tone in Howe’ house before transitioning into an overcast captivity and metamorphosis. In terms of direction, it knows when to show us something, when to get blurry and when to sit back and let us watch like we’re spying on the characters. Smith uses this to create a tone that fills the audience with a sense of foreboding, which can be difficult to do for modern audiences. We’re left not knowing what we’re going to see because we’re accustomed to seeing the worst from other filmmakers. That’s the sign of a maturing filmmaker. As a longtime fan of Smith, it’s nice to see him growing rather than just sticking with the formats of his other films.
Seriously, check out the colors in this.
#3 – It still retains the fun factor of a Kevin Smith movie.
Kevin Smith knows how to write dialogue. The man has a talent for writing a joke and listening to the way that people talk. He loves to make puns, something of which I’m a sucker for as well. The Eh To Zed – the name of the Canadian convenience store in the film – had me giggling because it’s so simple that I’m surprised others haven’t thought to make the joke before. Some are more inappropriate than others, and that makes them all the more fun. The Not-See Party is so wrong you can’t help but laugh. And come on, the explanation of Howe’s nickname of “The First Wife”? Having been someone’s first wife, even I laughed at that. Tusk knows how to make a joke, even if the jokes make us mildly uncomfortable from time to time.
#4 – Speaking of fun, check out the cast.
There’s a reason why Smith keeps using the same actors in his movies: you can tell, even in a horror movie, that everyone has a ton of fun working together and really loves what they’re doing. It shows in the performances that are turned in. Michael Parks is batshit wonderful as the villian. Justin Long can go from sarcastic to emotionally scarred to absolutely terrified in this movie. Haley Joel Osment, fresh off of The Spoils of Babylon (which, if you haven’t watched, you should, if only to watch Osment chew scenery with bravado), is equal parts Jiminy Cricket and willing participant. Together, Osment and Long had me believe that they were good friends because they interacted as friends do: they don’t always agree with each other, but they’re there when shit gets real. Johnny Depp was a weak point for me, but I’ll excuse it because he looks like he had a blast. Even Harley Quinn Smith and Lily-Rose Depp looked like they were having fun. (Side note: I can’t wait to see the ladies in Yoga Hosers.) Really, that’s enjoyable to watch, and at the end of the day, watching a cast that really liked what they were doing enough to sign on for the other parts of the trilogy makes you want to keep watching.
Yeah, this just looks like fun.
#5 – The movie does pack some depth.
Smith wrote this movie after goofing around on a podcast, and there’s silliness galore in the movie. What’s rather unexpected is the way that he fleshes out his characters. Wallace, a vicious podcaster that makes his living shredding moments of stupidity and humiliating other people, has to fight for his humanity in the face of a terrible transformation. The smooth explanation of Howe as to why he hates humans so much is delivered in a weary, even fashion that demonstrates how living with horrors can warp you if left unchecked. Even if it gets obvious at times (cough cough Alley’s speeches cough cough), it does have moments of love and care crafted in there. Smith liked these characters enough to give them motive and feeling; crappy movies don’t even attempt this. Someone who’s willing to present a multi-dimensional character obviously cared enough about that character.
So, that’s it. Five reasons to watch Tusk. It might be weird, it might be completely unplausible, but it demonstrates the growth of a filmmaker and the power of a different idea. Give it a shot – what have you got to lose?
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Comedy, Horror, Weekend Movies

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