Showing posts with label gerard johnstone. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 19, 2023

M3GAN (2022)

After her sister and her sister’s husband die in an eminently avoidable car accident, toy company robotics engineering wiz Gemma (Allison Williams) finds herself suddenly in the role of guardian for her little niece Cady (Violet McGraw).

Not feeling (or acting) terribly well cut out for her surprise mother job, Gemma decides to let technology solve the problem. She retools the shelved project of a life-like robot doll she calls M3GAN, and somehow develops a rapidly self-teaching AI for the thing. At first, thing’s work out crackers: M3GAN is so human, she quickly takes on the roles of mother, best friend and only peer for Cady, while Gemma’s bosses recognize a monumental breakthrough when they see it and market the shit out of the project from the go. Nobody does waste even a second to think about security and safety concerns or the impact on children’s mental development, of course.

Until Gemma realizes two things, we the audience have been clued into rather a lot earlier. First, M3GAN will do absolutely anything to protect Cady’s well-being as she interprets it, which is a problem in something nobody has clued in on Asimov’s Rules of Robotics, and she’s utterly deranged by human standards. Secondly, perhaps having a crazy robot as her only attachment figure is not terribly good for a little girl’s psychological health.

If you see it predominantly from the direction of sense and logic, Gerard Johnstone’s M3GAN is a terrible film. Everything that happens in here could have been avoided if anyone involved in the plot had just stopped for a second and thought about the consequences of what they’re doing at all. Now, particularly after these last couple of years, you might argue that this sounds a lot like real-world human behaviour, but even compared to our daily work of self-destruction, the laissez faire attitude of Gemma, her bosses, her colleagues and so on is absurd; by all rights, this film’s world shouldn’t exist anymore because every nuclear reactor would have blown up already, taking everyone in it with it.

Also not great is the film’s treatment of the by now traditional horror movie themes of grief and family trouble, mostly because its approach to them is so rote and primitive and too obviously meant to emotionally manipulate its audience into believing there’s any actual heft to this tale of AI development, robotics and replacement parenting going very badly wrong. Some of the beats at the start where Gemma wavers about what she actually wants from life and how Cady might fit into this, with Gemma clearly understanding she can’t let the poor kid down, but having trouble not letting herself down, actually feel somewhat genuine, but everything that comes afterwards is really just a mix of pap to get us to the killer robot, and the sort of nonsense contemporary screenwriters love to put into their scripts to demonstrate their “relevance” and “emotional depth”. Really, the only thing that saves this part of the film is how seriously Williams and McGraw treat the shit they are peddling, and Johnstone’s genially sardonic sense of humour that manages to play many a scene with cloying sentimentality and sardonic humour at the same time. But then, in the end, all of this is only meant to get us to the monster anyway.

And what makes M3GAN actually a really, really fun movie to watch despite it being so stupid and rote in many regards, is how much intelligence has been put into its life as a surface level horror movie.

The design of our killer robot, the way CGI and the work of Amie Donald (body) and Jenna Davis (voice), turn it into a believable and believably corporeal presence, the clever way it steps into the Uncanny Valley – all of this is brilliant and extremely effective, turning M3GAN into a very memorable monster (perhaps to be ruined in the surely coming sequel, because we all know by now how Blumhouse loves to operate in this regard). Where much of the rest of the writing here can feel a bit robotic, M3GAN the killer robot doll’s quips and dialogue sparkle with just the right mix of the groan-worthy, the sinister and the actually intelligent. Not surprising from the guy who directed Housebound, Johnstone has a lot of fun with this aspect of the film.

He’s also great at general suspense and specifically the murder set pieces. These aren’t just efficient little suspense machines – and pretty funny to boot – but also show how creative a film with a PG-13 certificate can actually get when it puts its imagination to use. So while there’s little here for the gore hounds, there’s nothing harmless about the murders and the violence.

So, if one can survive the most idiot of idiot plots, and doesn’t kick the film into the sun for its bad jabs at emotional heft, there’s an immense amount of fun to be had with M3GAN as a pure crowd pleasing horror movie. Seen this way, I’d call it close to perfect, ironically enough.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Three Films Make A Post: Enter the mutant

Blackwood (2014): I found Adam Wimpenny’s film immensely frustrating. On one hand, I really appreciate the efforts it makes to do something different with the most clichéd haunted house movie set-up you can get right now (psychologically troubled man, wife and kid move to a lone house in the country to retry the whole family thing; spookiness ensues), as well as Wimpenny’s eye for landscape and the fine cast (including Ed Stoppard, Sophia Myles and Russell Tovey). On the other hand, for a film that is completely character based, the characters never really come to life, with most of the character development that happens feeling more like a contrivance to keep the plot going. And then there’s the whole climax that’s just a big heap of your usual horror movie bullshit that pretty much managed to sour me on the film completely. Filmmakers don’t seem to know, but it’s actually legal to end a supernatural tale in a quiet way.

Housebound (2014): Gerad Johnstone’s horror comedy on the other hand, is neither frustrating nor prone to tone deafness, but rather a joy from beginning to end, starting with the central performances by Morgana O’Reilly, Rima Te Wiata and Glen-Paul Waru, a flawless pace, and a sure sense for how to shift the tone around between the silly, the macabre, and the pleasantly grotesque while never betraying one’s characters and ending with some joyfully clever subversions of various genre clichés. This one would really deserve a longer piece instead of being sandwiched between two films I’ll never want to see again but how many words do you really need to call a film brilliant?

A Dandy in Aspic (1968): When it came out, this final film of the great Anthony Mann (finished by its leading man, Laurence Harvey) got roundly trounced by critics; by now, there’s a bit of a critical renaissance for it. Frankly, though, I think the old guard was absolutely right about this one. At the very least, the film’s a terrible mess, permanently fluctuating between the more greyish realist elements of the spy film and the kind of psychedelia you get when a director of 60 years tries to make a movie for the kids (which is to say, people under fifty) without the psychedelic elements ever making sense in the context of the film. Add to that an incredible annoying performance by Mia Farrow as a 60s manic pixie dream girl, and Harvey’s typical lack of affect, and you can count me among the displeased.