Viewing Log:
Diamantino (Gabriel Abrantes and Daniel Schmidt, 2018): Diamantino Matamouros (Carloto Cotta) is Portugal's greatest footballer, but when he misses a penalty shot (and his twin sisters induce a stroke in their father), he suffers a dramatic fall from grace and retires. As he embraces the new world of retirement, he vows to adopt a refugee child, but becomes embroiled in far right politics. A lesbian federal agent named Aisha Brito (Cleo Tavares) goes undercover as a young refugee boy in his care to try and get information on the embezzling that his sisters have framed Diamantino for, while they at the same time, seek to use a mad scientist to clone him and create a team of unbeatable soccer superstars. At every turn, the plans are thwarted thanks to Diamantino's colossal stupidity. With innovative visuals, and an absurdist story line, this was a bizarre film to try and follow. Some semblance of sense can probably be made from it on repeat viewings, but I'm not entirely sure I want to try. To paraphrase
Ghostbusters, it was either the work of a mad man or a genius. I can't figure out which.
Genocide (Kazui Nihonmatsu, 1968): A plane carrying three American servicemen and a nuclear warhead crashes off the coast of Japan on an island with a remote village. It's brought down by a swarm of kamikaze insects flying at an unusually high altitude for them, and the same bugs quickly kill two of the survivors in a cave while driving the third serviceman into a coma. A local entomologist is blamed for their deaths, but those who believe he is innocent keep investigating and find that they can establish a psychic rapport with the collective insect consciousness after being bitten by them. The bugs are angry at humanity for developing nuclear weapons and take it upon themselves to wipe out our species before we kill them in an atomic armageddon. Another part of Criterion's "When Horror Came to Shochiku" set, this was just as cheesy as the other entries in the release. Thankfully, it was a fair bit better than
The X from Outer Space, which I reviewed last time. It's still not good, but certainly had more thought put into it.
H. (Rania Attieh and Daniel Garcia, 2014): A pair of seemingly distinct stories are linked by both geography and the anomalous behavior of a "meteor that wasn't a meteor" that passes over a small rural town in the northern New York. In the first story, Helen (Robin Bartlett) is a sixty-something-year-old woman who spends her days caring for a "reborn" doll--a lifelike infant doll that she treats as if it were a newborn. One day her husband Roy (Julian Gamble) goes on a fishing trip right before the meteor passes over, and disappears. At the same time, another Helen (Rebecca Dayan), who is the pregnant wife of a photographer, experiences weird phenomenon including involuntary hypnosis when the meteor strikes. She begins to worry about her baby, and when she gets an ultrasound done, no fetus can be detected. The film tells a slow burning, narrative without ever providing any answers. It's definitely worth checking out, but don't expect it to go down easily.
The Mechanical Man (André Deed, 1921): There's only a twenty-six minute extract remaining of the Italian sci-fi silent, but what a bizarre and entertaining fragment it is. A scientist creates a metallic robot that does the bidding of its controller, but after he's killed by a gang of criminals, it comes under the control of a woman named Mato. She uses the mechanical man to wreak havoc on the well to do, including jewelry theft and kidnapping. A brave rapscallion infiltrates Mato's liar and electrocutes her as he sabotages her equipment. Like the majority of silent films, most of this one is lost to the ages. It's a shame, because what's left is bonkers. It's great to watch the mechanical man walk around and fuck things up. Unfortunately, the version on YouTube has Italian intertitles. Even though I don't speak the language, I found most of it easy to understand. The rest of it was translatable using Google.
Predestination (Michael and Peter Spierig, 2014): Ethan Hawk stars as a time cop known only as The Barkeep in this adaptation of Robert A. Heinlein's "All You Zombies" by the Spierig brothers. Time travel is invented in 1981, and an elite group of 11 temporal agents spend their days trying to prevent atrocities committed in the past. The Barkeep is obsessed with stopping the deaths carried out by the "Fizzle Bomber", a maniacal killer who blows up ten square city blocks of NYC in the mid-70s, killing over 11,000 people. As part of his project, he attempts to recruit John (Sarah Snook), who's backstory takes takes up a sizable chunk of the movie. He began life as Jane, a girl who grew up in an orphanage and sought employment as a sex surrogate on a space flight. Instead she becomes pregnant, and undergoes a radical hysterectomy. Unbeknownst to her, she was a true hermaphrodite, and her doctors reconstruct her body as male. The barkeep recruits her into the temporal agency, setting in motion a series of events that can never be broken. I've never read the Heinlein novella, but the movie was an interesting exploration of free will and fatalism. As someone who considers libertarian freedom (not in the political sense!) an illusion, the movie's message was preaching to the choir. It's an interesting time travel story with all the requisite twists and turns. I really enjoyed this one.
Resident Evil: Extinction (Russell Mulcahy, 2007): My next venture into the "Resident Evil" franchise took me to this supremely dumb sequel. We begin with a very naked Alice (Milla Jovovich) (why is she always naked?) waking up in an Umbrella facility which she attempts to break free of before she's killed. But, surprise, she's just one of many Alice clones made from a sample of her blood taken in the last movie. The real Alice now has telekinetic powers because why not, and has transformed into the road warrior as the T-virus escaped Raccoon City and turned the world into a desert wasteland where small bands of human survivors attempt to eek out an existence against zombies and encroaching sand. Alice meets up with a small band of survivors led by the single named Claire (Ali Larter). The group plans to travel to a supposed utopia in the wild lands of Alaska, but Alice is psychically drawn to the Umbrella facility in Nevada that houses her clones. I love Milla Jovovich, but this is another unforgivably dumb sequel. Her talents are reduced to poorly choreographed action sequences and frequent nudity. Paul W.S. Anderson can't write a screenplay to save his life, and Russell Mulcahy, who showed some real talent with
Highlander, turns in an incoherent mess.
War of the Worlds (Steven Spielberg, 2005): Steven Spielberg is a really hit or miss director with me. I love some of his previous sci-fi endeavors like
Minority Report,
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, and
Close Encounters of the Third Kind, while I absolutely loathe
A.I. Artificial Intelligence, as one of the worst, most manipulative movies I've ever seen. Given my polar reactions to him, I was a bit surprised when my opinion on his take on the H.G. Wells classic came between the two extremes. The film begins when divorced father of two Ray Ferrier (Tom Cruise) spends a week as the caregiver to his teenage son Robbie (Justin Chatwin) and young daughter Rachel (Dakota Fanning), Strange electrical storms occur, which result in enormous tripod machines of war emerging from the ground to wipe out humanity. The three of them run for their lives and try to make their way to Boston where they can meet up with Ray's ex, while the military finds themselves completely impotent to stop the tripods of death.
Like in the original novel, the Martians are brought down by germs, this time narrated by Morgan Freeman.
It's a merely okay production, with both overblown pathos, and genuine moments of horror. In short, it's Spielberg at both his best and his worst. User mileage may vary.