Because nothing says horror like murder, PureFlix, and of course, Sony.
Time will tell if they garner mention in a few months time for that series but rest assured, there's plenty of horror to be had. For instance, "Flatliners" opens up with an image I've come to feel great anxiety and dread over.
I often make concerted efforts to avoid going for the easy jokes but the aptly named “Flatliners” is one of those movies that makes doing that so damn difficult.
This is a movie that isn’t simply dead on arrival so much as it is the cinematic equivalence of a false pregnancy; the outward appearance of life at conception that isn’t really formed.
“Flatliners” is a remake of the 1990 Joel Schumacher film of the same name, in which a group of young medical students, seeking to document the experience of human consciousness after death, resuscitate themselves after initiating their deaths under controlled circumstances. Upon revival however, the students are haunted by disturbing visions related to what they believe they saw in the “afterlife” of their ethically dubious experiments and band together to survive their apparent hauntings while attempting to discern how to fix things and discover whether their experiences are truly paranormal rather than psychological.
Although the film is by no means a classic, Schumacher’s flair for intimate storytelling and capability of directing actors made it into a serviceable thriller with an intriguingly novel concept at the very least.
“Flatliners (2017)” on the other hand, fails to take any decent advantage of its concept but doesn’t even seem to fully grasp what it wants to accomplish as an alternative.
Ignoring the utter lack of conviction towards selling the crux of its own material, including a cast of hot and pretty CW-essque actors that feel more like they’re being explicitly directed to act like fake television drama doctors than real medical professionals, it’s hard to criticized a film that so clearly doesn’t care enough about its own existence to perform even the basics of its premise correctly.
The ambiguity of the psychological experiences plaguing the staff of poor performers is undercut and poorly executed by a sloppy indistinguishable perspective that makes unclear whether or not these things happening are subjective reality or otherwise but the biggest sin is just how laughable the effort is made to market these sort of shenanigans of speculative medical science to a crowd of lowest common denominator millennials that clearly would care less even if everything else was on point.
Where the titular flatlining of the original was treated as something somber and contemplative regarding the fragility of life and the place it holds within existence as we know it, this movie can’t keep straight whether it’s a scientific discovery that would be beyond their pay grade or some sort of nonsensical experience akin to a drug high as the people that can barely muster passing grades in class that barely even look like they study go out partying and drinking after their hearts and brains have been restarted like they just dropped ecstasy.
The only people that actually show up to work are Kiersey Clemons and Diego Luna, who between a dedication to actual medical industry protocol and showing the harried results of difficult study, actually do come across as mildly authentic thanks to their undeniable screen presence and charisma.
Their worth is the only thing that keeps this from hitting the bottom of the scale but although the movie isn’t particularly painful, the laziness of “Flatliners *(2017)” is so apparent that it doesn’t even bother making a plea for cutting slack.
2 DOA's out of 10
In lighter fare, the Christianity focused PureFlix have
managed a genuine surprise in making a movie that isn’t a horrifying experience
to sit through while still managing to be every bit as bad as its predecessors.
“The Stray” is the apparent true story of a Hollywood studio
executive whose life journey to becoming screenwriter was inspired by his
relationship with the family dog that saved his life on a camping trip gone
wrong.
On screen, that qualifier of gone wrong could not be more
appropriate, as “The Stray” may very well be the most ineptly made film that
PureFlix has thus far produced. From the opening continuity flubs of weather
between shots strung together with laughably jerky editing and the lightning
strike of a man that appropriately aims for horrific but ends up being flat out
hilarious, the movie takes the awkward ball and just keeps on running with it.
The Davis family is composed of representatives of the
entire spectrum of bad acting and their life of privilege is interrupted from
perfection by their Disney Dad head of household daring to work hard at his
demanding job to give them the luxuries and opportunities to build a happy
life.
Their journey through his self discovery takes ups and downs
through some of the most hilariously overblown and saccharine sequences of “comfort”
and “drama” brought together by people that have clearly never worked on a film
production before.
It’s a film that sounds like a glorified Hallmark Original
Movie primarily because it feels like just that, only with a sort of adorable amateurishness
that permeates from start to finish, even as it begins to enter more
conventionally bad territory in the second half.
What you may be wondering is where the dog factors into all
of this. I’d be happy to inform you dear reader, if I had the answer myself
because the most hilariously baffling thing about the movie is that the titular
stray of the film could be written and edited out of the final product as presented
in less than 2 days of editing with absolutely nothing lost in between. I don’t
mean to take away from the relationship that this real man may have had with
his dog but it seems that if your movie almost actively forgets that it’s a character,
the focus of the story may have been in the wrong place.
The nicest thing that I can say about “The Stray” is that
outside of being an unintentionally comedic goldmine, the likes of which a “Mystery
Science Theater 3000-esque” show would have a field day with in about a decade
and a half, it only works out that way because it is ultimately sincere in its
emotions and convictions, while also lacking all of the argumentative strawman hatred
and misinformation that makes despicable movies like the “God’s Note Dead”
series so contemptable and promoting of an unflattering and undeservedly nasty
image of Christian art and its audience.
It has a surprisingly sweet nature to it but that only serves
as icing to a cake of bad decision-making in film production that make this
feel less like “The War Room” and more like “The Identical.”
3 Animal Saviors out of 10
Sitting here days after mulling over “The Snowman,” I still
question whether or not this is even within my jurisdiction for assessment. I
review movies and this isn’t even a complete film by admission of its own
creators.
Based on Jo Nesbø’s book of the same name in his Neo-noir
series about the cases of self loathing Norwegian detective Harry Hole, whatever
was contained within the missing chunk of the screenplay that director Tomas
Alfredson failed to produce in the mismanaged scheduling that seems to have
plagued this film was clearly key in snapping the entire production together
for better or worse.
The skeletal structure of “The Snowman” is mostly in place
for a tense, fascinating, thriller bolstered by a capable cast and atmosphere
provided by excellent cinematography as Hole works to uncover a serial killer
using snowmen as a calling card. Unfortunately to say that the struggle of the
editors to make the existing material work is apparent on screen is an obvious
overstatement akin to describing snow as white stuff.
It seems to want to be character driven but never delves
deeply enough into the defining attributes and mindset of its individuals as
the mystery meanders with no real rhythm or impact towards a cartoonish
conclusion that feels as hollow as the people inhabiting this world.
Alternatively, the movie can’t dedicate to the scope of its
narrative, incorporating aspects of political espionage with no pay off or
connection to the direct threat of the killer, which attempts to settle on
certain themes of childhood trauma caused by perceptions of societal propriety
to no avail because everything from character
motivations to scene by scene connective tissue seems to be outright
missing giving off only a vague overview of what the final product was supposed
to be.
Alfredson’s atmosphere and performances along with the direction
of cinematography bring together the hollow shell of a film that’s beautiful
and brimming with visible potential on the surface but what little “The Snowman”
lacks in the key areas of storytelling turn it into a poorly edited catastrophe
that’s damn near irredeemable in its current state, making for a movie that’s
unintentionally funny at best and nap inducingly boring at worst.
While the excellent execution of production and solid
performances prevent me from hating it as much as the world seems to be, I
think back to the similarly nightmarish production of 2015’s “Fantastic Four”
with the understanding towards any Jo Nesbø fans that as bad as this movie
already is, if this were done to something that I personally loved, I would be
outright pissed off.
4 Production Screw-Up Mysteries out of 10
Making his Halloween season rounds, producer Jason Blum (Paranormal Activity) leaves the high school kiddies with a PG-13 goody to call their own in the form of “Happy Death Day,” just about everything that you would expect from a conceptual mash up between a slasher movie and “Ground Hog Day.”
Theresa Gelbman is a tortured but shallow sorority girl
forced to die at the end of her birthday over and over again until she can
successfully find and kill her killer before they get to her.
For a glorified indie movie and what few resources it has to
play with, the film is undeniably inventive on a funhouse level, with all of
the fun little tricks of alternate routes through the same circumstances that
the premise entails. The movie may have been born from something of a lazy
premise but it’s executed with a level of sincerely infectious energy that will
at least leave anybody out for a good time at least mildly satisfied. It’s for
those reasons that I wish I could have enjoyed it more.
Although it defies the trend of every other movie rounded up
this week by actually making decent usage of its own concept, “Happy Death Day”
also represents a sort of half-measure on the part of mainstream Hollywood that
I am increasingly growing sick of.
The college setting of the movie represents the sort of
cynical one note parody of its own culture that’s typically reserved today for
bad network television while Theresa herself is about as one dimensional and
stupid as a horror movie scream queen victim can get.
Were these elements meant to be some sort of exaggeration prime
for deconstruction or commentary, I’d be forgiving of this, and between Jessica
Rothe’s admirably invested performance and the occasional revelation that comes
to light across the different variations of her time loop, the movie almost
seems to tease moving in that direction.
Ultimately however, it chooses to merely embrace its own
atmosphere of being fun for fun’s sake. While these underdevelopments aren’t
inherently damaging for this type of movie, the unfortunate effect that it play’s
in “Happy Death Day” is that there is a distinct disconnect between the notion
of Theresa undergoing character development and the caricature that she is
regularly presented as.
Even when her circumstances are laid out, you never quite
find her fully likeable, robbing the third act of the movie of its full impact
but the major frustration is what occurs in between.
Being witness to almost all of iterations of the time loop
that play out, you never watch her actually learn from the experience in an
active capacity and that is ultimately the film’s greatest mistake. Think back
to a film like “Edge of Tomorrow” and how what made most of the deaths that Tom
Cruise suffers in that film so funny is that he approached his scenario from an
analyst’s mentality. Each of his failures was more or less at the expense of
trying a new solution, which he brutally learned from in order to refine for
the next go.
Theresa not only continues to make the same mistakes while
failing to catch on to what she could be obviously doing to help herself, but
manages to solve the mystery by the end through leaps in logic so vast you
would swear the grand revelation scene was intended for parody. The impact that
this has on the film itself, is like watching a really cool adventure game that
you would love to try out but being forced to watch it played by somebody that has
no sense of skill, respect, or even interest in the game in question.
I really do appreceiate “Happy Death Day’s” back to basics
approach in an age of Hollywood excess and special effect bloat but I just don’t
feel right about fully praising what essentially feels like the first step of a
retraining process, requiring the entertainment industry to regress before it
can properly expand once more, akin to breaking an improperly set arm for it to
heal all over again.
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