Showing posts with label Nicholas Cage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nicholas Cage. Show all posts

Thursday, August 1, 2024

I saw Arcadian

Arcadian, directed by Benjamin (Reptile) Brewer, scripted by co-producer, Michael (Left Behind 2014) Nilan, and starring the ever reliable Nicolas Cage, is a new monster movie set in a near (undated) future, which takes elements from Ray Milland's survivalist-steered Panic in Year Zero! and Robert Hutton's they're-already-here The Slime People

Like those movies, Arcadian is a true epic (i.e. beyond, a wee prelude, it starts in the middle of events). The story insinuates that about fifteen years prior, a purple, pandemic haze (maybe caused by insectoid infestation) purged most of the population, and from that point, a temporary, "machine" takeover occurred, followed by the manifestation of predatory monsters, which may have been spawned from pollutants. Yeah, the specific hows and whys are arguable, but not as important as the movie's nightmarish ambiance, and in this case, such works rather like Night of the Living Dead. (Was it a Venus probe or some other insidious catalyst that made the dead rise and devour the living? What's it matter? It's the mounting scares that count.) 

The action is confined to a rural area and projects plenty of earthiness (throwback, non-electrical living), thus the "arcadian" label, with two families dealing with the spread of the burrowing, nocturnal beasts. The families choose to live separately instead of fighting on the same playing field to increase their chances of survival. (Hints of Milland's Year Zero seep through this division, though the 1962 movie rode more on the paranoia of not knowing whom to trust, as opposed to the appraised communication of down-the-road counterparts.) 

Of the factions, there's Nicolas Cage's resourceful Paul, his twin sons, Jaeden Martell's Joseph and Maxwell Jenkins' Thomas, and their protective dog, Rocco. They live on a fortified farm, where they manage to keep their attackers at bay. On the other side, we have the Roses, who include Joe Dixon's Mr. Rose, Samantha Coughlan's Mrs. Rose and their daughter, Sadie Soverall's Katie. Katie and Thomas are smitten with each other, which sets a Romeo/Juliet (across the tracks) awkwardness, but on a riskier note, the Roses claim that the creature visitations have only sporadic for them. In other words, they don't see a need to be as prepared as Paul and his boys, which comes to light later in the story. (There's also a bunkhouse of men stationed not far from the Roses, but this truculent team is more transient than not.) 

On his way from the Roses, the tardy Thomas falls into a crevasse, where the creatures flank him. Paul ventures to find his son, and he and Thomas battle the aggressors, but dad ends up scarred and unconscious from the melee. This prompts Joseph to travel via tractor to rescue his dad and brother. Joseph succeeds, but matters remain dire, with Paul incapacitated for a hefty duration. 

The boys ask the Roses for medication for their father, but the couple turns them down, claiming they can't spare the supply. Charlotte, however, slips Thomas the goods and later joins for the brothers. The kids are then pitted against the monsters, which assail from the corridors of the boys' home, culminating in a fierce, creature-wrought climax.

Of all quirky things, Brewer claims to have patterned the creatures after Disney's Goofy. Aspects of the cartoon character can be seen in the final design, if one looks hard enough. To me, the format is more a hybrid of Xenomorph, dog, camel, horse and praying mantis (ferocious Flub-a-dubs, for all intents). For added effect, the monsters jut their heads (in rocking-horse fashion) before attacking, while eliciting loud, rapid rattles: a most unsettling trait, though their sinewy, extending limbs are perhaps their most uncanny element. (There's one eerie scene where a creature extends its arm toward Maxwell, which is reminiscent of two indelible scenes from the 1953 War of the Worlds: one where a Martian's long fingers touch Anne Robinson's shoulder from behind and another where a long-necked, Martian camera slinks into a derelict house. War of the Worlds fans will recognize Arcadian's allusions, even if they may be unintended.) 

The monsters also move at lightning speed, but despite this significant advantage, the youngsters do a respectable job combatting them, with Paul waiting in the wings for his comeback. Though his absence gives the kids a chance to shine, the character's shutdown is also a hindrance, since it gives Cage less screen time. (A comparable setup is Kick-Ass, where Cage makes a heroic splash, only then to subside.) 

Regardless of the mid-section lull, Cage is in top form whenever seen. It's interesting to contrast his identifiable, paternal persona with his other recent roles, like Longlegs, Dracula and the beleaguered professor of Dream Scenario. There's no doubt that he's one of the most versatile actors going today. Arcadian reaffirms it. 

Arcadian is wide open for a sequel, and with that, deeper explanations regarding the dystopic nightmare it presents. In that the movie is earning positive reviews (a cult following, if one will), more of the mythology looks inevitable. We'll wait and see what rolls.

Arcadian is available for viewing on AMC+.

Thursday, July 11, 2024

I saw Longlegs

Longlegs, written and directed by Osgood/Oz (Gretel & Hansel/The Blackcoat's Daughter) Perkins, is an occult-slanted, serial-killer yarn set in the 1990s, which highlights a long-time psycho who once encountered a little girl, who's now grown into a Clarice Starling surrogate named Lee Harker, portrayed by Maika (It Follows/Watcher) Monroe. As a FBI agent, she's intent on squashing the titular fiend and the theorized, satanic sect that abets him. (There's an insinuation, as well, that her intuitions may be psychic-prone, and if so, this gives her an essential edge.) 

The enigmatic Longlegs, who performs like an invasive arachnid, taunts the authorities with coded notes (more or less in tune with the Zodiac Killer and Jack the Ripper) and is played with expected, esoteric flavor by the masterful Nicolas Cage, who also coproduced. Longlegs' influence manifests in rural locales to prompt fathers to murder their families, with the daughters of such all born on the fourteenth of various months. For added creepiness, Longlegs projects a pasty persona that's in league with the Chainsaw Massacre clan and perhaps one of Rob Zombie's sadistic ensembles, but with the hypnotic draw of Poltergeist's Reverend Kane. To boot, he's a songster cut from a T. Rex/Tiny Tim cloth, with the specialized skills to create ultra-realistic, life-size dolls.  

Though Cage's "cuckoo" is as magnetic as he's repellent, it's Monroe's Harker who leads us into his demented dimension. (Her eyes are ours.) Harker is easy to appreciate for her intelligence and determination, even if anchored by a quirky, religious mother, played with guilt-ridden anguish by Alicia (Dune 1984/Urban Legend) Witt. There are times when it appears the twisted circumstances could break Harker, particularly when they allude to an unsettling link to her past and the weird memories attached to such, but this only makes us root for her more, as Longlegs applies an incessant, nail-biting pace to the chase. 

The rest of the cast supports the investigative segues well: Blair Underwood as Agent Carter (Harker's paternal boss); Michelle Choi-Lee's Agent Browning; Dakota Daulby's Agent Fisk; and Kiernan Shipka's snippy, institutionalized Carrie Anne Camera, the only documented, Longlegs victim to deflect death.

Since Longlegs springs from Hannibal Lecter's lurid escapades, the Psycho saga, Se7en, DexterThe Usual Subjects and at various points (due to its slow-burn build), Hereditary, Barbarian, The Lure, Stopmotion and (because of its peculiar, vibrational devices) Phantasm, it lacks wall-to-wall originality. However, it does work as a magnificent, Grand Guignol mystery, with a pervading air of palpable foreboding, crafty scares and distinct personalities, thanks in huge part to Perkins' astute artistry. (Perkins, the son of Norman Bates actor, Anthony Perkins, has stated that the movie's concept was, in part, inspired by aspects of his father's "complicated" life. This only adds to the movie's baleful mystique, which should attract curious fans of the revered actor.)

It's not hard to infer that I enjoyed Longlegs. If you possess a penchant for probing, psychological horror, you'll enjoy it, too.  

Thursday, December 13, 2018

An Alternate Reality: I saw the Spider-verse...


Spider-man, aka Peter Parker, is a good role model for kids. That's because he doesn't sit on his duff all day and let the world pass him by. He wants to do good, and to do good,  he works hard to achieve and sustain it, whether within his Manhattan realm or beyond--whether through success or on those rare occasions, failure. 


"Spider-man: Into the Spider-verse" supports this enlightened vibe, though this time Peter Parker (Jake Johnson) isn't the focus, but rather his alternate-reality counterpart, Miles Morales (Shameik Moore). The of-the-same-ilk Morales co-exists with two versions of Parker, allowing each to act as a resourceful, wall-climbing guide.


Adding fuel to the teacher-student fire are other alternate-reality Spideys, all of whom enter the mix due to a dimensional rift spurred by bulky Wilson Fisk, aka the Kingpin (Liev "Wolverine" Schrieber), which may be kismet-kissed, if one subscribes to the notion that all things happen for a reason (and in most Marvel-verses, that's generally the idea). 


In truth, "Spider-verse", directed by Bob Perischetti, Peter Ramsey and Rodney Rothman; and scripted by Rothman and Phil Loyd, is a problem-solving, cooperation fable, with its diverse, eccentric participants helping one another stop dimensional-swapping evil. 


Among the web-slinging alternatives is Spider-Gwen Stacy (Hailee Steinfield); Spider-man Noir (Nicolas "Ghost Rider" Cage); Spider-Ham (John Mulaney) and Peni Parker (Kamiko Glenn). On the opposing side, we've got the aforementioned Kingpin; Doc Ock (Kathryn Hahn); the Green Goblin (Jorma Taccone); the Scorpion (Joaquin Cosio); and Morales' graffiti-gifted uncle, Aaron Davis, aka the Prowler (Mahershala Ali). 


Though Kingpin's loyalty to his henchmen is at best shaky, the good-guy side gets sincere, homespun support from Morales' parents, Officer Jefferson Davis (Brian Tyree Henry) and Rio (Lauren Luna Valez), as well as Parker's forever faithful (and now technologically inclined) Aunt May (Lily Tomlin). The trio advocates the importance of doing the right thing, as much as any Spidey variant. There's lots to learn from these mature citizens, and the respect they grant their kids (and vice versa) makes "Spider-verse" an identifiable, family film of the old-fashioned kind.


It's also a pretty chunky movie, running nearly two hours, but it never drags, spreading humor, good cheer and turbulent tension throughout every colorful (CGI-animated) turn.


Though its progression is spry, some are bound to take offense to the story's knuckle-clashing bouts and depictions of death, but shame on those who object. It's about time we got back to the rock 'em-sock 'em, real-life basics in a theatrical, animated feature. For those wee dewdrops who can't hack such, there's plenty of nauseating fluff to sniff, but for those who sport a pair of balls, "Spider-verse" is just what the doc (or the late, great Stan Lee) ordered. 


You know, after watching this, adolescent Jimmy might actually conjure the courage to ask adolescent Cindy out on a date, and of course, the poor lad will get shot down. So be it. That's life. I mean, could such be any worse than getting stuck under the Kingpin's derisive thumb or any of those real-life counterparts dear Jimmy will someday face? I think not...