Showing posts with label Brett Leonard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brett Leonard. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Lost: Confirmed Dead

Taking a cue from Masticator, it seems right to post about last week's incredible episode of Lost on the day that the next episode is aired. It's even more right to praise that episode following the great news that that pesky strike is over and more Lost is being promised. Unfortunately it's not the full season fans were hoping for, with only five more until the end of the season, but the good news is that we will get those missing three at some point in the future. They might not fit into the season schedule, from the way Carlton Cuse was talking in that interview. Whatever. More Lost is fine by me.

Especially if it's of the quality of Confirmed Dead, which might not be my favourite ever episode, but is still one of the best and most shocking hours yet. All of my Reasons To Love Lost were present and correct, especially the WTF quotient. Most amazing of all is Miles' ghostbusting abilities, which for a moment made me think the show had gone too far before I realised that even though Cuse and Lindelof have stressed that everything in the show has a scientific explanation, the show has plenty of instances of what could be seen to be hauntings. If there are scientific island-based explanations for the "hauntings" we've seen so far (visitations by dead people, Jacob's appearance, the mysterious whispers), then there might be one for the haunting that Miles investigated. Whatever the secret here is, it's not breaking the rules of the show, and it leads to some amazing story possibilities.


One other great ??? moment came when Daniel Faraday, the nervy physicist played by an almost tolerable Jeremy Davies, comments that the light doesn't scatter right (AICN's Herc seems to have really loved the comment). It seemed apt, as this week director Stephen Williams pushed the show into even more glorious visual territory than before (and it looked pretty amazing even then), and that's kind of the direction I want to approach Confirmed Dead.


From the FX-heavy opener, beginning underwater before moving into the air, to the litany of revelations and plot twists in the final act, the episode barely paused for breath. While previous seasons spent weeks setting up plot threads, this week we were introduced to four new characters, and given a peek into their lives. I liked all of them instantly, even Faraday, but with special mention to the wonderfully snarky Miles, filling in for the now tortured Sawyer as island bitchking.


As you can see from that photo, the castaways now have a helicopter to play with, though whether it will be able to move around freely is debatable (as I ranted last week, helicopters don't do so well above the island). Note also that Stephen Williams was using the island vistas to great effect, though his most incredible work came early on in the episode, his director of photography Cort Fey capturing an incredible image of Locke pondering his future on the island.


Williams has been responsible for some of the best episodes yet (Adrift, Enter 77, Not In Portland), and Fey was the camera hero who photographed The Man Behind The Curtain. Confirmed Dead represents their best work on the show, possibly of their entire careers, with beautifully crisp images throughout. As I mentioned earlier, Faraday's comment seemed to resonate throughout the episode, with the recurring red light motif, introduced this episode in several ways, most notably the flashing transponders attached to the rescuers.


It reminds me of the repeated instances of red lights appearing throughout Grant Morrison's Invisibles, showing up as a warning to the protagonists that they are not to proceed any further. Eventually the green light appears and humanity moves onto a higher level of consciousness, and one wonders if a similar thing is going to happen here.

Miles' exorcism featured another unusual lighting moment as he sat in the murdered boys room and the camera dollied towards him. Light sneaks in through a gap in the curtains above him, and a spectrum of colour flashes over his face as he talks to the boy's ghost. With the comments about light later in the episode it seems fair to see it as being an intentional choice on Williams and Fey's part, and reminded me of the soul effect from Wes Craven's underrated horror thriller The Serpent And The Rainbow. (Whenever Cathy Tyson and Bill Pullman shatter a jar containing a zombie's soul, a rainbow of light rushes upwards).


I also liked that even in this dark room the light could burst in. Most of the episode was set during daytime, with only the first few scenes with Kate, Jack and Faraday in darkness, which meant that this episode glowed with colour and life. The only major exception to that was Naomi's meeting with Matthew Abaddon (another chilling performance from Lance "Intensity" Reddick, and yes, I always refer to him that way). The grays and blacks of that scene were in direct contrast to the palette employed elsewhere in the episode.


Okay, enough about the magnificent lighting. Some new mysteries were introduced that have been picked apart already, and there's not much I can add to them. Who is Ben's boat mole? I took his comment literally and thought he was referring to Minkowski and Zoe Bell, that it was one of them, but apparently it also applies to the four rescuers we have already met. Many think it might be Michael, but would he ever be Ben's cohort? He might have done Ben's dirty work before, to protect Walt, but I doubt he'd do it again.


And what about the polar bear skeleton? I'm a bit concerned that my adamant pronouncements that the bears were being experimented upon by Dharma to make them thrive in warmer climes might have been wrong, and that they were actually test subjects in a time-travel experiment. How will I be able to maintain the moral highground when haters bitch about the polar bear question not getting answered? I'll look like a bigger fool than usual.


My favourite OMG moments, however, were the little character moments toward the end of the episode. When Lapidus asks Juliet her name I gasped, realising that the earlier reveal of his job as an Oceanic pilot was timed perfectly to get the maximum oomph from his deduction that she was not one of the survivors. Still reeling from that elegant shocker (and bless writing gods Drew Goddard and Brian K. Vaughan for their excellent work), I was floored by Miles' revelation that they were on the island to find Ben. Is he the world's most secret wanted man? The ongoing revelations that there is this secret history of the world being slowly uncovered delights me.


Even better was Ben, who not only is dealing with the galling knowledge that Hurley is also in Jacob's good graces, but is also getting the tar kicked out of him on an even more regular basis than before. What's shocking for us is that his terror in the previous season may have actually just been more lies, which makes the events of the final episode yet more ambiguous. More fodder for the haters, but manna for us. Nothing is ever as it seems. Only time will resolve this one, and possibly a lot of dead bodies. And was his act of shooting Miss CS Lewis an act of survival? Or is she the mole and he was just leading everyone away from that assumption? Oh, happy confusion.


Other thoughts from this episode: Who is the lady living with Faraday? We don't see her face, and I didn't catch her voice.


Is Miles' landing site the same place Desmond accidentally killed Kelvin? And if so, what is the significance? Because there is always significance. Honest.


How happy am I to see Jeff Fahey in something again? I know he's been teaching kids in Afghanistan or something equally noble when he's not appearing in direct-to-DVD movies, but with this role and his recent show-stealing performance in Planet Terror, it's like the promise he showed in his early career (What?! I liked him in Lawnmower Man) might yet be realised.


How long is Sawyer going to last if he keeps beating up Ben? He spent most of this episode knocking him about, and if Ben gets to the Barracks and manages to escape, could my hero get iced? I'm worried about him. His personality has changed drastically since killing the original Sawyer, and I'm worried this is a prelude to a horrible death.


How many easter eggs were in this one scene? Number fifteen? Battle Royale? (Kids stuck on an island and forced to kill to survive?) If I was able to "ENHANCE" that shot like in the police movies, who knows what I would find.


Ben's admission that he didn't know what Smokey is was a genius touch. Again, the showrunners talk to their fans, referencing their frustration and joking about it.


One final thought: the awesome Naveen Andrews sure is grumpy. Here is an interview with UK's Metro newspaper, and he sure seems miffed about everything. Except for the quality of season four. Something I can agree with him on. Enjoy tonight's episode, lucky US Lost fans! I can't wait.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

And you thought Ghost Rider was bad

Yes, as I was saying. Brett Leonard. Director of The Lawnmower Man, which was famously Flowers for Algernon with unpleasant cyber-rape, Pierce Brosnan in a tight bodysuit, and a sequel that would get on any bottom 10 movies list. Adapter of Dean Koontz' Hideaway, with Jeff Goldblum dying, coming back to life, chasing a serial killer, and ending up psychically battling with said killer in an outrageous FX blow-out for no other reason than that Leonard was the "Lawnmower Man guy" and it was kind of expected of him. Helmer of Virtuosity, with Denzel Washington as a disgraced cop with a robotic arm, and Russell "Le Roq" Crowe as a living serial-killer-program made flesh by something to do with very silly non-science. I think the word "nanobots" was bandied around at one point. Seems I don't remember much of it, except that I liked it more than I should have. Denzel! Le Roq! Come on! Bear in mind I have very low standards.

But not so low that I could find anything good to say about Man-Thing, his adaptation of the Marvel comic. To clarify, Man-Thing is not a euphemism for penis. He's an ecological, mystical, gooey being living in the Florida Everglades which doubles as the Nexus of All Realities. His full history is available on Wikipedia, and is more interesting than any attempt of mine to recap it. I have so little interest in the character, even though it was often written by Steve Gerber, the writer behind the magnificent Howard the Duck. I've not read Swamp Thing either. Not even Alan Moore's legendary run. I guess I just don't like reading about non-communicative magical swamp dwelling half-men, even when it's well-written.

Man-Thing
the movie is not well-written. It doesn't seem to be written at all. I certainly couldn't tell what was going on. There's a town called Bywater with a new sheriff who investigates a bunch of disappearances, and there's an evil oil baron who has built his rig in the middle of the Nexus, and Man-Thing is pissed, and a shaman is pissed too, and Man-Thing kills everyone except for the sheriff and his hott new eco-warrior girlfriend, even though he had the chance and I was wishing for it really a lot, and then Man-Thing disappears in a swamp-tornado thing. Oh, sorry. Spoiler alert!

I could fart a more imaginative and coherent plot. It was written by Hans Rodionoff, who also wrote an excellent horror comic for Vertigo called Mnemovore. It was original, and creepy, and intelligent. If it were adapted as a film, I'd be first in line. So why is Man-Thing such an abomination? Was it the budgetary constraints? Its genesis was amusing. Marvel announced an alliance with Lionsgate Films, supposedly for a series of low-budget adaptations of Marvel properties, and promised they would all get a cinema release. So far, we've had the disappointing but entertaining Punisher, with Tom "Homeless Dad" Jane and John "Hairpiece" Travolta, and Man-Thing, which ended up being a Sci-Fi Channel TV movie. Avi Arad's expensive pants are on fire right now.

Anyway, Marvel are getting flack for the recent drop in quality of their films. I loved the first two X-Men movies and liked the first two Spideys, but other than that their output is disappointing. I admit, with great reluctance, to a fondness for the Fantastic Four movies. They're awful, but they're light and fun. And, contrary to the beliefs of a few unhinged individuals on the internet, they are better than the astonishingly bad Olle Sassone / Roger Corman version, which featured a frantically gesticulating Doom...


...making up for the fact that you couldn't see his face by voguing in the middle of every line, and ended with Reed Richards' bendy arm...


...played by a rubber pole with a glove on it, waving out of the top of a limousine. Daredevil was okayish, Elektra was very bad, Ghost Rider was appalling (yet my love for lean slices of Nicolas Cage ham saved it. Just). However, compared to Man-Thing, they are all masterpieces. Well, not Ghost Rider, but you get my point.

First strike against it, filming it in Australia with a bunch of actors who can't be bothered to master a Louisiana accent (yes, not only is it set in the wrong state, it's filmed in the wrong country). Worst of all is the lead, "hunky" Matthew Le Nevez as the new sheriff who arrives to clean up this one-monster town, dagnabbit.


There's laconic (which is good), and there's lifeless (more of a problem). Le Nevez crushes each cliched line under a mortis-like monotone that would make Zooey Deschanel jealous, if she could be bothered to muster the energy. When he's not doing that he walks around like a Gerry Anderson puppet, arms and legs wobbling away. I really wish I could find his walk on YouTube. Trey Parker and Matt Stone could have saved a fortune if they'd hired him for Team America: World Police.

The rest of the cast are dreadful too, but for the opposite reason, as if attending an all-you-can-eat scenery buffet. The main villain, Frederick Schist, is played by character actor Jack Thompson, who is usually much better than this. I'll blame Brett Leonard for leading him astray. The love interest is played by Transformers "hottie" Rachael Taylor. I'm still pissed at her for taking screentime away from Buffy and Angel vet Tom Lenk in Transformers. He was cast as a nerdy IT tech who is significantly less hott than Taylor (though significantly more talented), and so is deemed surplus to requirements 15 minutes into the movie. Damn you Michael Bay!

The chemistry between Taylor and Le Nevez is blistering! Well, actually it's barely recognisable as such, mostly because both actors seem unaware of each other for most of the movie, until Leonard randomly screams out, "Mack on each other, craven acting dogs!" and they suddenly start kissing on each other's face parts for no apparent reason. It's as if two strangers on a bus started getting busy right in front of you, and equally as discombobulating.

Of course, all of this is mere window dressing. We watched the damn thing for some Man-Thing action, and we sure got a couple of minutes of it. Luckily for our titular non-hero, various characters like to enter the swamp for very little reason other than to get killed. Again, we could see no reason for this. For all we knew, Man-Thing was phoning Bywater for takeout, and the townsfolk were all moonlighting as delivery men because of the high turnover. After many hints as to what he looks like, we finally see that...er...



Oh great, an Ent with tentacles and red contacts. Worth every penny. Still, it's good news for Stephen Hopkins' The Reaping. Watching Man-Thing a couple of days earlier meant that The Reaping wasn't the worst film set in a Louisiana swamp that we've seen this week.

Lost Island is getting more crowded

My beloved Lost, IMO the greatest TV show in the history of the medium (that isn't created by Joss Whedon), is adding more cast members than you can shake a stick at, even if that stick has Biblical markings on it. Until today, the ones announced were Ken Leung, Lance "Intensity" Reddick, Rebecca Mader (presumably in the role that fandom wanted to go to Kristen Bell), and the Solaris-wrecking Jeremy Davies (no hyperlink for him. That's punishment for that awful mannered performance, Davies!).

As of today, Jeff Jensen reports that Jeff Fahey is going to be landing soon. Or is he landing? From the photo included in the article, he could conceivably be everyone's favourite angry time-traveller / universe-jumper / ghost / imagination figment Jacob. Or maybe Jensen wants us to think that! [Cue traditional Lost-inspired mental moebius-loop of second-guessing and paranoia.] Logic suggests he is in charge of The Boat, so capitalised because one of the special powers of Lost Island is to make everything near it go all portentous.

Weird that I spent this weekend thinking about Old Man Fahey and The Lawnmower Man*, the closest he's ever come to a big mainstream hit. He's a good enough actor to not be stuck in the straight-to-DVD hell he's been in. Not that he's Sir Anthony Hopkins of Hammingtonshire, but he's not Kevin Sorbo either. It mystifies me.

* We were watching a Brett Leonard movie yesterday, one that I will hopefully come back to in the near future.