Director: M. Night Shyamalan
Cast: Paul Giamatti, Bryce Dallas Howard
Release: July 21, 2006
Synopsis: The story of a superintendent of an apartment complex in Philadelphia who discovers a sea nymph living in the building’s swimming pool.

Prognosis: Positive. Okay, I realize that many of you were butt-hurt over the travesty that was THE VILLAGE.

I can’t qualify anyone’s remarks because it was said remarks that kept me from even renting the movie, quite unfortunate too as I am a big big fan of SIXTH and UNBREAKABLE and, yes, even SIGNS. Was THE VILLAGE all that bad? I think there is something to M. Night’s writing technique and his whole surprise ending angle but I am hoping he isn’t banking his entire career on it because what I see here is actually quite poignant.

I am a fan of the title, first of all, as the subtitle, A BEDTIME STORY, kind of puts things in the right frame of reference for everyone. There’s a kind of fairytale supposition, be this a true story, i.e. set in the real world, or not, and it kind of gives Night some latitude.

The opening is really original in ways I can’t quite put into words. It might have to do with the lilting music that plays behind the sequence or the framing that really is Night’s signature style, but when you see a group of apartment dwellers all gathered around the pool, an odd conflagration which never quite happens in real life, but we’ll accept it as fact here.

Also, does anyone have one of those symbolism dictionaries? I used to have one early on in my English education but probably sold it back to make 4 bucks on the 40 I spent on it. I ask because there is an odd lingering on the image of butterflies. There are lots of ‘em and even though we see them for a few seconds, I would love to know what they could mean in the context of this movie.

Next, we’re introduced to Cleveland, Paul Giamatti, who seems to be the silent, stoic, superintendent of this complex and we see him in all his lonely glory; and, man, does he ever look lonely. That’s why it kind of concerns me that when we see him after his day labors are done, chillin’ inside his little cottage on the outskirts of the apartment grounds, he pulls a notebook from the top shelf of one of his bookcases and starts writing in it.

Now, what concerns me is that the notebook is awfully tall and, when we get our birds-eye view of the writing in question, the script is thin and runs all the way from the left to the right and takes up the entire page; it’s like Kevin Spacey from SEVEN. I’m not sure if this means he’s psychotic or that he’s writing about how he likes to rub strawberry jelly on his nether regions while chanting “I hate Bush” and watching Judy Garland movies but, man, what I would give to have this movie take a horrific turn. As it is, though, we just get some script on the screen.

“Once upon a time there was a man named Cleveland Heep whose life would change forever…”

Although, in my own defense, the next scene that shows Paul shows him sleeping in his chair with his notebook open on the couch and he is facing the direction where his television should be; I’m still holding out for my idea to come to fruition.

There’s some splashing in the pool outside his window and it wakes Cleveland up. There is a lot of torpidity in that body of water and it’s enough to have Cleve go and investigate with his flashlight.

The last remaining image is Paul from underneath the surface looking up and, even though that angle is quite slimming, we aren’t left to see what happens from here.

This is actually all quite interesting and it does just enough to pique my interest in what’s happening in this film.

Director: Eli Roth
Cast: Jay Hernandez, Derek Richardson, Eythor Gudjonsson, Barbara Nedeljakova
Release: January 6, 2006
Synopsis: HOSTEL tells the story of two American college buddies Paxton and Josh who backpack through Europe eager to make hazy travel memories with new friend Oli, an Icelander they’ve met along the way. Paxton, Josh, and Oli are eventually lured by a fellow traveler to what’s described as a nirvana for American backpackers – a particular hostel in an out-of-the-way Slovakian town stocked with Eastern European women as desperate as they are gorgeous. The two friends arrive and soon easily pair off with exotic beauties Natalya and Svetlana. In fact, too easily…

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Prognosis: Positive. What is with Hollywood’s obsession with churning out horror movies as of late?

I don’t mean this is a bad thing but between flicks like HIGH TENSION and the SAW series (which has seen two movies appear like Irish twins) there is a delightfully healthy interest in a genre which had some real crap done to it thanks to the weak-ass SCREAM entries and nearly everything Ewe Boll put out.

This trailer, right here, screams out to the masses that this movie isn’t going to be put out by Dimension and their patsy “Let’s make some horror movies that can reach EVERY demographic” kind of attitude. This one is either for some people who like their horror really graphic or ones who want cameos with The Fonz in them.

We open up to what should be requisite set design for all horror movies, the dingy industrial complex that’s overrun by mold and rust, but it still works here; it just invokes the kind of despair and evilness that a movie like this needs to establish. Oh, and you need water. No matter that an abandoned place like this should’ve had their water shut off a long time ago because this is an abandoned industrial complex but there should be lots and lots of nasty looking water and that’s also what we get here.

“Where all your darkest…sickest fantasies…”

What usually bugs me, but what gets a pass here, are the graphics that scroll across the screen. When they manage to actually relate to the story, like they do here, it’s a helpful hint about what’s happening in the flick. The imagery here, though, really is nasty. You’ve got some dude who’s obviously being held against his will and, with the lettering that mentions that where you can indulge in your “sickest fantasies” I can only imagine what’s going to happen to him. The gnarly looking cutting tools, all rusted but completely original in design, amps up that whole “spooky” factor and lets you know someone’s about to get sliced, diced and filleted. The screaming pleas from said victim is a nice touch, too.

Special props go out to the trailer makers who use a real nice image: a wiggling toe underneath a decending bolt cutter; you hear the clip and then the scream. Awesome. Totally awesome.

We next get the Black and Decker toolset out with Dr. Death, in creppy looking apron and face mask, getting ready to apply a little wanton torture and sickness to whoever he’s walking toward. I don’t know his name, what his motivation is or what kind of place this is but when the words “Inspired by true events” pops up I am more engaged with the material.

Also, when we get the proclamation that this film is coming to us “From the brilliant minds who brought you CABIN FEVER, TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE and KILL BILL” I am finally at peace with people using this technique in a way that actually establishes some cred and doesn’t manage to give me three reasons why I WON’T see the film.

Director: Clark Johnson
Cast: Kiefer Sutherland, Michael Douglas, Kim Basinger, Eva Longoria
Release: April 21, 2006
Synopsis: Special Agent Pete Garrison is convinced that a Neo-Nazi Aryan Disciple has managed to infiltrate the White House. When a White House Agent is murdered, Garrison is framed and blackmailed over an affair with the First Lady Sarah Ballentine. He is relieved of his duties, but Garrison won’t stop in trying to prove his innocence, and save the life of the President. While attempting to uncover the person behind it all, he comes into confrontation with his protege, Agent Breckinridge.

Prognosis: Negative. Man, it has been a long time since I’ve seen a movie with Michael Douglas in it.

I think some of his disappearance might have something to do with his wicked face stapling surgery from this year which has left me of an image of a face dripping with bodily fluid and scraggly facial hair; I’m not one to ever seek these kind of pictures out but, geez, the lengths some people go to retain their vanity.

Anyway, this flick looks like crap and I’ll tell you why, First of all, I say this because if the by-the-numbers filmmaking that’s going on here. I know there are reasons why these kinds of movies exist but, really, there’s nothing compelling going on in there here trailer.

The voiceover guy here, sounds like none other than Mr. Don LaFontaine, really tries to notch up the action by speaking very throatily about what the Secret Service is all about. Yeah, they’re teh cool and so powerful and protect the president and they’re all about but when Douglas says into his wrist microphone, “He’s on the move” you can’t help but laugh a little bit.

Do they really keep dudes his age on the payroll as part of the ground team? I thought that was explained quite succinctly in the better looking film IN THE LINE OF FIRE but what the hell do I know? Maybe they like to put chum out into the veritable ocean of possible lines of attack against the president, although a movie where Michael Douglas goes down like an undeserving Jim Brady, payback for the shit that was THE IN-LAWS would be a good time. As it stands, though, this movie is probably going to be playing it straight.

You get the montage of DC, the Capital Building, White House and then a cheesy looking computer nerve center of enforcement activity. We get it, though, that trying to penetrate the White House is harder than getting into Lindsay Lohan’s pants, okay, that would be easy, my bad, but you get the point.

What the point of this movie is, though, is that Michael Douglas has to look for a mole within the Secret Service and Keifer Sutherland, looking fresh and original in a premise that has him as a law enforcement representative, having to look after the president while looking for someone who could kill the world! Yeah, it’s really a stretch.

So, geezer gets accused of being the mole. He gets taken into custody and then breaks free like a wild animal. The chase is on.

When you watch this trailer the reason why you think you’ve seen this before is that you have. Before it had a sequel it was called THE FUGITIVE; guy gets pinched for doing something he really didn’t, you have people chasing him but you have one kindred spirit hoping to clear his name. That person in this movie is Eva Longoria, the reason why, superficially speaking, network television was created. I think her range goes from ONE LIFE TO LIVE to GUIDING LIGHT.

It’s about here when Keifer, playing the Tommy Lee Jones role, barks out to the people who are going to be hot on Michael’s tail that they are chasing their, “worst nightmare.” Please. You’re kidding? Michael Douglas is the Secret Service’s worst nightmare? Whatever, I guess if that’s how they want to roll…

Director: Nicholaus Goossen
Cast: Allen Covert, Peter Dante, Jonathan Loughran, Nick Swardson, Joel David Moore, Doris Roberts
Release: January 6, 2006
Synopsis: By day, 35-year-old Alex (Covert) is the world’s oldest video game tester, but by night. By night, he is privately developing the next big game for the X-Box generation. When one of his roommates(Loughran) spends all the rent money on Taiwanese hookers, Alex is kicked out of his apartment, and finds himself forced to live with his grandmother (Roberts) and her friends Grace (Jones) and Bea (Knight).

Prognosis: Negative. Even I can’t, in good conscience, recommend this film.

I understand that Adam Sandler’s world is appealing to a certain segment of the male population but I can’t see how a movie with as sinister of a premise as this has is going to appeal to anyone beyond that core. I think it may be just this fact which will make it the Second Coming to many nerds out there.

The real secret to this movie’s success, then, depends on getting that core to come out of their basements and see this movie. How then do you start a trailer that needs to do just that? How about piping in the sound of someone taking a hit off a bong? Good one. How about showing some dudes playing X-Box? Checkola. Ooo! How about sticking in a chimpanzee for good measure? Dude, you’re all over this marketing campaign.

I take it this movie is about some guys who like to play video games. It is, at the very least, consistently juvenile across the board. What’s really weird, though, is the lengths this trailer shows how odd these older guys really are. You’ve got one guy who wears pajamas that are all one piece (remember the ones with the booties and that zippered down front?) and sleeps in a car shaped bed, you’ve got the token “wasted” guy who will probably do nothing all movie but try to play up how cool and funny it is to have a friend who is baked all the time and you’ve got another friend who’s into hookers (I don’t know what I can say to that) but then, in all this weirdness, you’ve got the one relative “normal” guy who is like the Tommy of pinballing except he can hear and it’s video games, not flippers and tilts. Oddly, didn’t we all see this movie with Fred Savage in THE WIZARD? I guess there seems to be confidence in capitalizing on the life that still beats in the electronic gaming segment that still goes and sees films.

And, what’s more, is that he gets evicted from his pad and has to shack up with the Golden Girls; crazy concept, I know, and that’s what makes this film so very very original. And, like a crazed white cracker on crystal meth trying to outrun the po-po’s from last week’s Cops episode, they run with this gag as far as they can get. Our “normal” guy lets all of his other buddies know that he’s shacked up with a bunch of ladies who have really worked him over with all of his coworkers thinking that he’s now involved with a pack of college aged co-eds who we all know think of nothing but sex. This bubble is burst when the old ladies pay our friend a visit at the office and the ruse is revealed. Instead of disgust, our friends herald our Don Juan with praise.

Things just follow this absurd path as our protagonist starts to include these senior citizens in his nighttime activities. At one point the old bat from Everyone Loves A Crap Sitcom, after she drinks or eats some beverage that’s been spiked with something, that she can hear her hair growing. The laughs explode left and right, people, so do wear your protective clothing.

I usually find these kinds of comedies entertaining as they do fill a need in my mind for humor that’s not really challenging and doesn’t make me work for a laugh but I just can’t see myself even thinking of paying full price for a movie like this. I’m not really filled with vitriol over this movie’s existence but I would sooner see anything else playing at the theaters than having to watch Doris Roberts play the same character she’s made Emmy-licious for the past decade.

Director: Corey Yuen
Cast: Devon Aoki, Jamie Pressley, Derek Boyer, Sarah Carter, Collin Chou, Steve Howey
Release: August 25, 2006
Synopsis: The movie adaptation of the best selling video game series Dead or Alive.

Prognosis: (Hangs head low in shame)…Yeah…I like this one… Alright, to prove I am not all about teh art, this is one that I recommend to the all the people who make the Internet run: 14 year olds.

I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t state that I have tried to get into My Name Is Earl but just can’t get myself over the one-trick angle of Jason Lee having to set his karma straight by following his list. Who knows, though, maybe the character of Crab Man will grow on me a little more and maybe I’ll find a way to look through Jamie Pressley’s backward ass character but, as it is, I’ll just keep TiVoing it until I see what everyone else seems to be finding. I think, though, for my dollars, it doesn’t get any more exploitative than this. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, as any educated person should surmise, that if women are willing to be exploited for money then as long as their check clears the bank there isn’t any problem. The organization NOW may want to contend with the previous statement but any hot blooded American male should think that hot chicks with good sized juggs fightin’ with samurai swords and traipsing around in their undergoods is a good thing.

The opening, I admit, got me completely off guard. I was wondering why an opening shot of four good looking ladies talking about dudes was came from a movie entitled D.O.A. but when you stick with it just long enough you see that we’re not talking about some ladies in a bar or restaurant but ladies wielding swords and are talking about the horde of black uniformed baddies running up some stone stairs, possibly because they’re looking to break themselves off a piece but, possibly, to kill them. Either way, the conceit is cheeky and, hopefully, to the delight of most every straight dude in attendance, way hawt. I also commend the trailer makers for constructing the opening with music that’s indicative of shows like Sex and the City. It completely doesn’t let on that this is going to go the way it is.

Now, once we reveal that these are women who are about to get wicked with their weaponry, the music changes, this time music that’s indicative of some slutty strip joint, not that I would know, but it’s a great transition. The camera flashes fast between images but there’s a nice pacing between the advancing bad guys and the nice ladies. Again, hotness is the name of the game here so you get your sex and violence in equal parts here, children.

“They have looks that kill…”

Yes, it’s all groan worthy. All of it. From the shots of them in their bikinis, to the requisite, “Oh, I’ve broken a nail” comment to imply that their sultriness is their weapon while mixing in their unreal ability to go one-on-one with men who are trained in the martial arts as well but didn’t think to look as good on the battlefield as they do in the dining room it all makes you feel kind of dirty from watching it; although, you just can’t help but get pulled in by its absurdity.

The angles chosen to really showcase each one of these ladies’ abilities stray from the norm and I think that’s why it deserves some props for making a trailer that’s just fun to watch. The moves are indicative of the films that I miss from the 80’s, flicks like BLOODSPORT, AMERICAN NINJA and most everything with Steven Segal. It’s been a while since you’ve had films all about exploitation and wanton destruction. You’ve got hard rock music playing behind quicker than shit clips of these women getting wild with bo staffs, swords and other kinds of weapons. They are leaping and bounding all over the place with their legs and arms flailing around the screen. They, of course, like to play sand volleyball and catching some rays before traipsing around ancient oriental temples, killing people.

I am especially a fan of the unreal moment in this trailer where one of our women, topless and fresh from the shower, takes on a dude in hand-to-hand combat. She, ahem, tosses her bra in the air, does a little more ass kicking, slides it over her shoulders and makes the dude she’s fighting with clasp it before she finishes him off.

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