Showing posts with label Julia Garner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julia Garner. Show all posts

Thursday, January 16, 2025

I SAW WOLF MAN 2025

It doesn't deliver a Lawrence Talbot or Waldemar Daninsky and surely not their 3D counterpart, Colin Glasgow (remember the 1979, drive-in revision?). However, (The) Wolf Man 2025 still adheres to a lineal, lycanthrope motif, as forged by director Leigh (Saw/The Invisible Man 2020) Wannell, who cowrote with his spouse, Corbett (Insidious) Tuck.

This Universal/Blumhouse chiller presents a neo-generational unfortunate, who's bitten by the breed of monster he's destined to become, but in this case, he and his family end up confined to an inherited, Oregon farmhouse, where the gent licks his wounds as his inner, festering beast seeps through. This puts mother and daughter in a Cujo-like corner, fearing that their maddened loved one (their presumed protector) will soon tear them limb from limb. In other words, it's a warped, family drama, where the father doesn't wish to become the abusive man his father was, and in fighting this dreaded draw, becomes something way worse. Sam Jaeger and Zac Chandler establish the father/son clash in a nervous prologue. 

Christopher (Kraven the Hunter) Abbott plays Blake, the son, thirty years after the fact, with Julia (Ozark) Garner as his wife, Charlotte, and Matilia (Starve Acre) Firth as his daughter, Ginger (a nod to Ginger Snaps, perhaps?). They're uncertain, flawed people, but despite their drawbacks, pure in heart, which makes their plight all the more frightful, for we don't want them endangered, and yet if such weren't delivered, well, this wouldn't be a horror movie, let alone one that lives up to its baleful title. 

The setting is more sequestered than most werewolf tales, on a par with Amicus/Paul Annett's mystery yarn, The Beast Must Die/Black Werewolf and Charlie Steeds' inn-relegated A Werewolf in England. As such, its intensity presses more toward Night of the Living Dead, Evil Dead, Never Let Go and The Shining. It's then a matter of how fast the mayhem will strike at its feverish hub (often mounted through psychedelic vantages), and of course, how soon we'll see Blake's full metamorphosis. 

In advance of the picture's release, the werewolf design (as adorned by its shared monsters) triggered controversy since it didn't match the iconic look of Jack Pierce and Lon Chaney Jr. (or for that matter, Rick Baker and Benicio del Toro's 2010 homage), let alone the subsequent, bone-stretching likes of The HowlingAn American Werewolf in London and Silver Bullet. We're given instead a practical-effects, "hillbilly" variant of Josh Harnett's subtle Ethan (Lawrence Talbot) Chandler of Penny Dreadful; Henry Hull's Hyde-ish Dr. Wilfred Glendon of The Werewolf of London; Curt Lowens' broad-brow Director Swift of Werewolf in a Girls' Dormitory; and Jack Nicholson's weathered, pack-leader Will Randall of Wolf. That means the look shows more human attributes than not, but there's no denying the evident, beastly trim and lustful hunger, which epitomizes this type of evolved, fairy tale.  

The result is superb, survivalist terror, which is well structured by the straightforward plot, strengthened all the further by its three, identifiable leads. In the end, Wolf Man may not be the Larry Talbot update that many wanted, but as a monster movie, it's solid and fierce, making it a sweat-beaded success, at least in my humble book.  

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

I saw Apartment 7A

A few, short months after The First Omen hit screens, horror fans are treated to another prequel to another devilish classic, Rosemary's Baby, in the form of Apartment 7A.

Directed by Natalie Erika James, who cowrote with Skylar James and Christina White, and based on Ira Levine's bestseller and Roman Polanski's acclaimed, movie adaptation, Apartment 7A tells of an aspiring, Broadway dancer, Julia (Ozark) Garner's Terry Gianoffrio, who falls upon bad times ... really bad times. 

Like dear Rosemary Woodhouse, Terry is taken under the wing of Minnie and Roman Castevet, on this occasion portrayed by Dianne (Edward Scissorhands) Wiest and Kevin (Pirates of the Caribbean) McNally. Once more, they seem like such nice people, but we know where their allegiance lies. 

Terry moves into their accompanying apartment and soon after, up the entertainment ladder, getting in good graces with Jim (Across the Universe) Sturgess' not-so-good producer, Alan Marchet. Indeed, all appears to be going fine dandy, with Terry's dancing pal, Marli (Anna and the Apocalypse) Siu's Annie Leung, along for the supportive ride, but there comes a point where Terry skids from normality. That's because she's pregnant, with Marchet the evident father, but regardless of her birthing pangs, she also experiences deep, demon-infested visions.

She sees a couple demons (a Donnie Darko sort of thing and a kind of psychedelic frog). Such inspires her to converse with those who hold knowledge of the satanic Castevets, who tell her that her baby mustn't be born. But what can poor Terry do? Even when she visits a makeshift, abortion clinic, it goes awry. When she positions a blade to her stomach, some unseen force prevents her from sticking it in. Get the picture? Terry appears bound by her monstrous fate, or is she? Remember, this is a prequel, and if the Son of Satan emerges for this sojourn, why would the Casevets even bother with that Woodhouse girl?

Terry's quest to snuff her curse is what makes Apartment 7A interesting. It's a story told from her vantage, wrought with her worries and fears. It's a preview of what's to come and flows accordingly. Therefore, it'll be familiar turf to fans of the 1968 effort, leaving its nostalgic execution the means that makes it mesh. 

I enjoyed this one quite a bit and wouldn't mind seeing other chapters in Castevet lore, whether relegated to the titular apartment, the Bramford complex in general, or wherever it might be. If not, this still works as a welcome submission in the franchise, including not only the original movie, but those made-for-tv pieces, Look What's Happened to Rosemary's Baby and the 2014, miniseries remake, and then there's, of course, Levin's novel, Rosemary's Son

Check out Apartment 7A this Halloween season for some creepy, character-driven fun. It's now streaming on Paramount+.