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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Alice In Gialloland


In the years-long marathon that is my Netflix queue, many a film has steadily gained traction as others in front of it veer off into Instant Watch territory for faster viewings. Alice, Sweet Alice is one of those pseudo-classics that has sat on my radar like a squished fly outside the windshield wiper’s reach, the kind of thing I know I should address but just never had to energy to do.

Why the hesitation, you ask? It’s on Bravo’s Scariest Scenes list, and I dig most of what I’ve seen from there (at this point, probably 90% OF that list). It features a creepy mask AND, more importantly this month, a vertically challenged killer with short little legs and a sharp long knife.

But…well…it’s also considered by many to be an American giallo, and the last time I tried that, I was stuck with the frustratingly promising Eyes of Laura Mars.


See, it’s not that I despise that subgenre with the same venom I spew towards something like Katherine Heigl’s Life Is Hard vehicles. It’s that most of the giallos I’ve watched offer SO MUCH POTENTIAL only to waste it all on a convoluted, unsolvable whodunit plot that interrupts what I always feel could just be a good movie on its own.

But there are exceptions, and with the promise of an undersized stabber on the loose, I delved in.

Quick Plot: Karen (a debut performance by Brooke Shields) is a pretty and perfect little girl about to make her first communion, much to the annoyance of older, more imperfect sister Alice (Paula E. Sheppard) who prefers to pass the time catching cockroaches in a jar, taunting the obese landlord, playing with the freakiest non-killer doll in cinematic history, and sporting a costume store mask to threaten the prissy Karen.



I love this kid.

During communion, Karen is strangled to death by Alice, or at least, someone with an identical yellow slicker and plastic mask. After the horrific discovery, most blame falls on the already unliked by most older sister, though her divorced mother Catherine refuses to accept such a theory, even after her grumpy Alice-abhorring sister Annie is stabbed in the feet by a raincoat clad mask-wearing doppelganger.


Alice, Sweet Alice was filmed in New Jersey in 1976 on a meager budget that probably couldn’t have bought a pair of Calivn Klein jeans. Director Alfred Sole had made only one film before this one (and sadly, just two more after) yet his strength behind the camera on this one picture easily matches some of the decade’s best. The killer’s attack on Aunt Annie (not the pretzel) is filmed with a wonderfully manic madness that proves incredibly unnerving in its controlled messiness. 


Like so many genre filmmakers, Sole cited Don’t Look Now as a key influence on his work and it shows, both in the obvious visual references (a yellow slicker homage to Roegg’s red) and in some thematic elements, particularly the undercurrent of Catholicism. The music pounds away with each act of violence, something that might feel weary if used today but in the slightly artificial context of the film, works perfectly well. Sole’s imagery is gorgeous, with some sequences (including a blood-stained pavement from an overhead shot) lingering long after the story fizzles.

SPOILERS BEGINETH


And yes, fizzle it does, kind of. In keeping with the giallo rule of Someone Random Being The Killer, Alice proves to be innocent (though still bratty) as the real culprit is revealed to be none other than the heavily accented Italian housekeeper to the family priest. I GUESS she is a short woman, so that’s okay enough for the Doll’s House in February. And hey, her motives, though a tad muddled, are also appropriate for a Catholic-inspired Italian homage (Mrs. Tredoni might have found a soulmate in Don’t Torture a Duckling). But at the same time, the twist just feels…silly. The character had previously seemed to be something of a joke, making the initial unmasking a true laugh-out-loud moment for me. Oddly enough, this happens far earlier in the film than most of its kind, thus leading to a 20 minute or so final reel that’s not terribly uninteresting, but just feels so devoid of the tension that came earlier.

SPOILERS ENDETH

High Points
Paula E. Sheppard is quite good as the misbehaving Alice, capturing the angry child on the verge of teenagerhood to perfection. The fact that Sheppard was NINETEEN YEARS OLD when playing the twelve-year-old Alice makes this even more impressive. Never once did I doubt that the actress was around Alice’s age, and that in itself is quite a testament to Sheppard’s performance


One thing a lot of giallos will always have over their ‘80s slasher spawn: character. From Alice’s chubby cousin to sympathetic psychiatrist, virtually every supporting character is both believable and interesting


Low Points
Kitten violence alert! Kitten violence alert!

Lessons Learned
God always takes the pretty ones


An added perk of being a landlord is that when someone dies, you get free cake

Wallpaper design in 1976 was a very big laughing matter


The one good thing about getting your period: you will finally lose that weird, inexplicable love of creepy two-faced dolls

Rent/Bury/Buy
Because of its subgenre conventions, I had my share of issues with Alice, Sweet Alice. That being said, this is a genuine gem, an excellently made, actually scary little movie made by a talented and disciplined cast and crew. The DVD doesn’t look spectacular, but there is a good-natured and quite informative commentary from Sole and a few more crew members, making it well worth a buy if found at a good price.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

As If the Subway System Wasn't Horrible Enough, Now There's ...




If you’ve followed news in the horror world last summer, you may recall the release drama of The Midnight Meat Train. Produced by Lions Gate and based on a Clive Barker short story, this film was intended for a full theatrical release before being yanked for less-than-desired showings in a handful of dollar theaters across the States. Barker barked and horror devotees complained. Saw V and The Strangers took the blame. Was this another case of shafting original horror to showcase easy money sequels and remakes?


It pains me to say this, but The Midnight Meat Train is not the long lost gem we hoped for. It’s skillfully made by director Ryuhei Kitamura, with clean visuals and more than adequate performances. The basic plot and setting offer oodles of potential. And yet, for the entire running time, I found myself becoming more and more frustrated with everything that was and wasn’t onscreen.


Quick Plot: In an unnamed city, struggling vegetarian photographer Leon (Bradley Cooper) learns from the wisdom of famed art dealer Brooke Shields that in order to break out, he needs to take pictures of truly disturbing content without turning away. She knows this, of course, because of her early experiences with the famed Basquiat (we knew Shields was a child star and went to Princeton, but did you also know she also discovered one of NY’s greatest street artists when she was an adventurous 14 year old?).




Leon takes her advice and hits the streets, focusing mainly on the immaculately clean subway. As luck would have it, a few thugs are attempting to rape a pretty young woman right in perfect view of Leon’s non digital camera (and the very conveniently placed security CCTV). Leon has his shot and the woman is on her way to a conveniently patient late night train. The next day, Leon discovers a newspaper story chronicling her disappearance. A visit to the cops involves weird double speak and somehow inspires Leon on a vigilante mission to uncover this mystery, much to the chagrin of his far too understanding girlfriend.




Enter the Forrest Gumpish Vinnie Jones as the best dressed serial killer in mass transit. Sadly, he’s also the blandest, wearing a dull scowl that couldn’t be farther from the charismatic psychopath of The Condemned or even his supporting work in X-Men 3.




Deep sigh.


The Midnight Meat Train is not the worst film you’ll see, but I found it to be an incredibly disheartening film experience. 103 minutes isn’t long, but when extended stretches are devoted to empty montages, it feels like eternity (sort of the difference between an express and local train). The title calls back to something gritty and mean, like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but the film’s primary problem is just how clean it is. I’ve never seen a subway that shines with such regularly applied stainless steel cleaner and the digitalized gore is so noticeably unreal, none of the violence lands until the very last scene. By then, it’s a little too late to reinvest.


High Points
Surprisingly enough, the romance between Cooper and Leslie Bibb is quite believable and affectionate, providing a solid emotional base for the finale to land




Low Points
...but the fully clothed sex scene is supposed to do what exactly?



Cooper is fine enough as Leon, but his insanely fast slide into insanity? obsession? paranoia? is so messily done that it’s hard to really want to follow him on his increasingly dumb endeavors underground




Early in the film, Leon talks about how he pulls so much inspiration from the big bad city. That’s fine and mood-setting, but it would certainly help if the city WE see wasn’t drenched in shiny blue coloring. Of course, we could also SEE the city rather than the ridiculously clean metro and one friendly steakhouse


Until the last act, there is nothing actually frightening happening. We don’t know any of the victims, so seeing an extra or two sitting on a train and then get chopped up by a computer effect simply has no emotional impact




Lessons Learned
The only way to survive an encounter with Vinnie Jones is to first sell him candy


Searching for keywords on microfiche is much easier and faster than using Google


Never assist your friends in breaking into a rundown motel where a homicidal butcher allegedly lives; the consequences are just not fun




Bloody floors are incredibly slippery


Rent/Bury/Buy
I really wanted to like this movie but as seen in my extensive low points, that’s far too difficult to do. The performances are better than average and the final scene does start to get interesting, but the coldly empty blood and story inanity is just not enjoyable. How, for example, would any city’s subway system still be functioning if multiple straphangers disappear EVERY SINGLE NIGHT? I’m not one to nitpick plot details, but when the core concept seems so unruly, it just makes everything else that much more glaringly careless. That being said, those of you with a genuine interest in visual design of modern horror may find this particular approach interesting. It’s different and definitely made by someone with artistic vision; I just don’t think that style fits the nature of this film in the least.