C’mon, who doesn’t get all tingly and geeked out at the thought of a horror film featuring conjoined twins? Oh, just admit it. And one of the reviews I read made reference to David Cronenberg and Alfred Hitchcock when describing this film, so put this one on my After Dark list.
As a matter of fact, it has intrigued me enough to put co-directors Banjong Pisanthanakun’s and Parkpoom Wongpoom’s feature debut from 2004, Shutter, onto my ZipList.
At a place called “The Heathers”, “Some ‘tarded boy beat his brother into a vegetable and killed their parents.” Well, there’s yer backstory. Now, doesn’t it sound like a fun place to go camping! And it’s another horror film featuring twins! Showcasing what one reviewer calls ‘one of the most unhinged performances of (Crispin) Glover’s career’! Horror upon horror!!
Man, makes me feel like I’ve fallen into a wormhole that has taken me back to the late ’70s – early ’80s.
→ originally published 2007-10-06
Clearly illustrating how true it is that it ain’t whatcha know but, rather, whoya know, I was invited to take part in a survey of what we most wanna see at this year’s Toronto International Film Festival. What was the criteria for being invited to participate? Something about being buff. Or mebbe it was something about being a film buff. Or someat like that. But the rules! Oy, the rules! They were cruel: I could name only three films and I could justify each choice with only one sentence. Ye gods.
But, hereabouts, my rules rule. So here’s a little further elucidation…
Stuck is based on a true story that I can remember being all over the news a few years ago. In Texas, an intoxicated woman struck a man with her car and he flew up over the hood and lodged in her windshield. Did she call 911? No. Did she drive to the hospital? No. Instead, she drove all the way home with him like that, pulled into her garage and closed the door and then went in the house and left the poor guy to die a slow painful death overnight—ignoring his cries for help that she could hear from inside her house. Then she dumped the body. Isn’t that sweet? A girl you’d like to take home to meet Mom, eh?
Anyhow, throughout his filmmography, you will find that Stuart Gordon has a deft hand when it comes to finding the blacker-than-black comic side of a gruesome story. His films are what you could call transgressive–just a step beyond where other filmmakers might draw the line, y’know?
(Like, oh, say, a sex scene between a nubile young thang and Dr. Hill’s re-animated decapitated head.)
That approach and tone is what I like best about his work. I don’t know if he takes that kind of off-kilter funny/weird/awful tack with this film, but I am sure anxious to see! Continue reading
Had a (somewhat frustrating) conversation at the Sunday night fambly dinner table this week… and Andy Warhol’s film Empire was the topic of it. Or, rather, one’s motivation for going to see Empire was the topic of it.
I have no idea how we got onto the topic of Empire and its recent screening at Cinematheque Ontario in Tronna but we did, and my brother-in-law Bob just couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the idea of somebody wanting to go see an 8-hour-long film that consists of a static shot of the Empire State Building. At night. In black & white. Overexposed and out of focus. With no soundtrack. And did I mention it is 8 freakin’ hours long?
I told him that a film critic I know at the Tronna Star had gone to see it and had written an article about the experience. Bob read it. “But why would somebody want to do this?” he still wondered. Continue reading