Showing posts with label Joseph Merhi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joseph Merhi. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Last Man Standing (1995)



Hardassed cop Kurt Bellmore (Jeff Wincott) is in hot pursuit of a violent gang of bank robbers lead by Snake Underwood (Jonathan Fuller), but the criminals’ organization may be more expansive than originally suspected.

There’s a scene in Joseph Merhi’s Last Man Standing where our stalwart hero is driving his banker wife Anabella (Jillian McWhirter) to work.  No great shakes, as the scene tells us nothing other than that Snake and his cohorts are highly likely to hit Anabella’s bank that day (they do).  What’s interesting about the scene is that the protagonists are listening to a radio program where two talk show hosts are debating the effects of violent television shows.  Their conversation isn’t all that engaging (basically “is too,” “is not”), but what piqued my interest is that this conversation plays such a prominent part in the scene.  It isn’t just background noise (and if it is, it’s better than the conversation between Anabella and Kurt), and it got me wondering what the filmmakers were trying to do with the scene.  Nothing is solved on the radio show, but I think that the idea was to plant the notion in the heads of this film’s viewers.  While I like to think that the intent was to stimulate debate on the subject (and it may very well have been), in the context of this film it plays more as an excuse for the level of violence in it.  By acknowledging this debate, there is a sort of self-knowledge that understands that violent television (and, by extension, films) is something people may contemplate philosophically, but there’s no real harm because it’s all make believe, and you want it, anyway.  

So, I’ll indulge them.  My personal take on the matter is that constant barrages of empty sex and gratuitous violence do desensitize viewers to a point (how many slasher films have we cheered at where the killer gruesomely dispatches his hyper-amorous victims?).  Yet, it’s one thing to take pleasure in these types of things on screen and quite another to translate them into violence in the real world.  I do believe that the key lies in the ability to separate fiction from reality, and I think that this applies not only to people with mental issues but also to people who are reared on these actions with no frame of reference to the negative consequences of them in the real world.  I think when violent behavior is encouraged (or simply not addressed at all) as the only way to be “on top” (and there actually are parents/guardians/et cetera who think this way and pass it on to their children) and it’s reinforced through violent fictional images, then you get violent, amoral members of society.  You can read this more as a condemnation of certain modern “parents” (and society in general) than of violent entertainment, and you’d be right.  Of course, you could also go into a whole tangent with this argument about the effects of video games in recent years as well, but I’m not knowledgeable enough on that end of it to get into it (and besides, this is intended to be my general opinion in short), but I do feel it ties into it somewhere.  Feel free to discuss.

Last Man Standing follows the textbook for low budget action.  You have the virile cop who latches onto a case and won’t let go.  Things get personal when a character he has a deep attachment to gets murdered.  You have Kurt’s fellow cops who play the role of contagonists, harassing him and making his life more difficult.  You have a scene set in a garish strip club.  You have colorful villains whose comeuppance can’t come soon enough.  Nonetheless, the film veers enough away from the standard template to distinguish itself a bit from the crowd.  Kurt is married to Anabella rather than merely being in a relationship with her, a point that suggests that he’s less of a loner than is usual.  Kurt’s partner Doc (the perennially hangdog Jonathan Banks) lives at home with his elderly mother who serves him odd meals (she puts mushrooms in his breakfast cereal) and packs his lunch in a child’s lunchbox.  Snake isn’t as cool a customer as he could be, and his constant frustration with people who dun him for money owed gives him an air of believability (but just an air).  

More than this, Merhi’s direction has a visual flair that falls in line with some of the best action films from Hong Kong at this time.  The camera sweeps across the sets, accentuating the build up to the action and stylizing the action itself as it plays out.  The filmmakers are also not afraid to open the frame up and choreograph the action within a geography the audience can follow.  There are a couple of POV shots from inside automobiles as they flip and roll over.  The editing does get a bit dodgy, especially in the last few action sequences, but overall, it still stands up with films made for much more money.

It stands to reason, then, that the action in an action film needs to work well, and here it really, really does.  The film has several car chase scenes that impress, not only because of the level of the effects and stuntwork (lots of cars explode and fly through the air, and lots of other cars become collateral damage as the chase moves onto the highways of Los Angeles [and I have to say that I was amazed the filmmakers got permission to do a lot of the things they did on the actual streets, because this is some A-level auto carnage]).  The interpersonal action scenes also work quite well, with Wincott delivering some nice kicks to the heads of the baddies, and the mix of hand-to-hand and gunplay action is nicely balanced.  Further, the stuntmen in Last Man Standing fly through a lot (and I mean A LOT) of mirrors and panes of glass.  It’s almost a fetish.  And all of this work is practical, which gives it a grounded realism, even as things get nuts.  In the current era, where action films have largely become cartoons dissociated from reality in their overuse/over-reliance on computer-generated effects, it’s always refreshing (and I’ll be the first to admit it; it plays to my unapologetic sense of nostalgia) to be able to get involved in a film’s action scenes through the sense of verisimilitude that practical effects/stunts offer.  As my first experience with the world of PM Entertainment, I can confidently state that it won’t be my last.

MVT:  The stunts and the direction of same are magnificent.

Make or Break:  The opening heist delivers in every way you could ask for from an action film.

Score:  7/10      

Friday, December 14, 2012

Zero Tolerance (1994)



“Zero Tolerance” has quite a few qualities that I love in an action film; guns and explosions (naturally), wacky villains, it takes place (mostly) in Las Vegas, is set during Christmas and stars Robert Patrick. Never mind that it’s a run-of-the-mill revenge thriller that doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary plot-wise. Jeff Douglas (Robert Patrick) travels to Mexico to apprehend Ray Manta (Titus Welliver), a drug pusher who’s a part of the White Hand, which is not like the Ku Klux Klan (that’s proven by the inclusion of LaFleur (Jeffrey Anderson-Gunter), a Jamaican drug pusher).

Some of Manta’s lackeys commandeer the vehicle he’s traveling in and kill Douglas’ two partners. They’re quickly disposed of by Jeff who amazingly steers the wheel while his dead partner’s foot is lodged on the gas pedal. He’s also able to shoot at the motorcyclists chasing him until he hops out. Naturally, cars catch on fire and they explode. That happens a lot on this film! I can’t think of another action film with this so many cars on fire than “Zero Tolerance”.

Just as it seems Manta has gotten away, he sneaks up on Douglas and puts a gun to his head. Ray needs to transport a shipment to his partner, Helmut Vitch (Mick Fleetwood), in Las Vegas. Since he’s a wanted criminal, the only way he can make it past the border is with an FBI agent. Knowing Jeff wouldn’t oblige simply via a gun to the head, he has his family taken hostage. If he takes him to Las Vegas, they live. If not, they die.

As Jeff asks Ray if they’re still alive throughout, he’s consoled with this statement: “Of course they’re alive! I’m not some sick scumbag!” He is some sick scumbag. Jeff’s family was murdered immediately after he agreed to the assignment. He was set up to die as well, as the limo he traveled in was rigged to explode. For reasons unknown, he hightails it out of the vehicle just in time (though he’s hurled onto another car, then run over by a truck) and saves himself. My guess is he seen the drivers and other passengers slowly escaping and thought something was fishy.

The White Hand thinks he’s dead, he finds out his family is and, after being taken off the case and put on mandatory vacation, takes justice into his own hands. He starts in Las Vegas by storming into Vitch’s casino and shooting him point blank in the skull while playing poker (which was badass). From there, he travels around the States tracking down the rest of the gang. He’s stripped of his badge, but his former boss isn’t having anybody following his tracks. We learn he actually gave Jeff an alias and wants him to kill the White Hand. Once he does, he’ll be taken into custody and be put in the gas chamber.

Megan (Kristen Meadows), being the leader of his fan club, learns of this and follows his trail in order to save him. She understands his anger, as her mother was raped and murdered by a hoodlum who’s living scot-free in Florida, but knows killing him won’t bring her back and will only cause her trouble. This is a thankless role that Meadows handles well. Nobody wants to be the voice of reason in an action film, as most of the audience will be rooting against her (we want to see the bastards get their comeuppance). She does her best to not only convince Jeff why this is wrong, but also the audience. I’m not saying it worked, but she tried.

From that plot description, you can probably guess where this film is going. You can probably send me a message detailing the plot points. While watching the film, you don’t really care about that. It’s a standard revenge thriller and you’re happy that it is. You want the comfort of familiarity. You’re just hoping you get many scenes of Robert Patrick being a badass and mowing down drug pushers. You get a lot of that and will be thoroughly pleased by it!

MVT: Joseph Merhi’s direction. While he’s so-so working off the dialogue scenes (from the script written by Joe Hart), he handles the action phenomenally! It’s not groundbreaking stuff, but it’s highly entertaining!

Make or Break: The scene where Douglas shoots Vitch point blank at a casino in front of anybody. Not only was this badass, it showed that Jeff had lost all sense of right and wrong and wasn’t going to be doing everything smoothly. Sure, he’ll be a one-man wrecking crew, but not a smooth one.

Final Score: 7/10

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Episode #182: Trained for Blood Money

Welcome to another glorious episode of the GGtMC!!!

This week the Gents bring the Z'Charm with some reviews of a couple Robert Z'Dar films for your listening pleasure!!! We cover Trained to Kill (1990) with Henry Silva, Frank Zagarino, Marshall Teague, Ron O'Neal, Chick Connors, Harold Diamond (Loc Syn!!!) and the one and only Z'Dar!!! We also cover Blood Money AKA The Killer's Edge (1991) with Wings Hauser, Karen Black and the Z'Dar!!!

Direct download: Trained_for_Blood_MoneyRM.mp3

It's a show that is 201 percent action!!!

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Adios!!!