Happy Halloween, readers. While this holiday practically requires scary movies, the truth is that sometimes we like our monsters to have more in common with harmless trick-or-treaters than the beasts who populate our R-rated slashterpieces. This goes double for what is arguably history's favorite monster, the vampire. Blood-sucking creatures of the night can be scary, but they're also fine fodder for humor. The following three fang flicks are some of the most endearing vampire comedies on any rental shelf.
Oddly enough, the film focuses on a band that never really hit it big. Somehow, Anvil was able to perform alongside some of the bigger names in metal, play in Japan and count guys from Metallica and Anthrax as fans. They just never got a proper record deal.
All you have to do to get me to watch a movie is to throw these two words at me: Tim Burton.(Or puppets. Or stop motion. Or claymation. OK, there are a few things you could say.) You do that and I’m already sold. I’ve only been disappointed by something with his name on it maybe 5% of the time, if that, and am totally on board to see anything and everything he’s involved with.
When I first saw the trailers for 9, however, I wasn’t all that thrilled about it. I figured we’d wait to see it on DVD. The animation was interesting, sure, but it just felt like something was missing. My husband was more excited to see it than I was, and per our agreement for our recent date day, since we saw my pick—Where the Wild Things Are—we had to see his pick, too, which was, of course, 9.
If there is one movie that I’m so glad I forked my nine bucks (well, eighteen, considering my husband and I both saw it) over for—and would readily do it again in a heartbeat if we managed to get a babysitter again—it’s Where the Wild Things Are.
Though I’ve been a Spike Jonze fan for years, and was enthralled, delighted and even bemused by both Adaptation and Being John Malkovich, nothing had prepared me for the wonder—and sometimes even a bit of terror—induced by Wild Things. Sure, I love the book; my daughter and I love to “gnash our terrible teeth” and act like the monsters.
But this… boy, this was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. And I’m telling you, as much as I love both fantasy and puppet movies (Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal…hell, anything from Jim Henson Studios), this was a whole new ball of wax (or, pile of monsters, as it was).
I'm happy to admit that I have a lifelong love for strange movies. I would rather watch something that can better be described as "disturbing" rather than "gory" and there's something much more entertaining about an incoherent train wreck of a film than one that tries to be traditionally funny. The following movies really ought to be watched in one, long marathon for anyone interested in pushing the limits of what a single person can take over the course of a day.
In each of his films as Hulot, Tati wondered through a modern world, at odds with its perceived civilities and niceties. Struggles with elevators, revolving doors, modern families and woman pervaded each one of the three Hulot films.
Of late, though, Woody Allen hasn’t quenched my need for twitchy Jews. It’s somehow comforting to see a version of me plastered up there, being accepted and even rooted for. But Allen’s last few films had little to do with the American Jew instead featuring European extravaganzas with writers and the like. That doesn’t mean that those films were bad, just different. None of them failed, but I wasn’t in them.
It’s just short of shocking that Sacha Baron Cohen was able to fool as many people as he did in Brüno. The only thing keeping it all from going over the edge is the fact that for the most part, Baron Cohen is in the presence of a whole buncha morons.
Brüno finds the actor inhabiting the role of a gay, Austrian fashion freak who has a bit of a distorted self image. The onset of the film finds the Brüno character at the heights of his relative powers. He’s backstage at fashion shows in the company of what one should assume to be some famous industry folks, but seeing as fashion seems pretty vacuous, it kinda doesn’t matter – well, alright, the models, not the whole thing. How’s that?
I've seen a lot of bad movies in my short time on planet Earth. I know the unique purgatory of humoring my young niece as she demands to watch the likes of 2007's Underdog and I, like you, have spent lazy Sunday afternoons indulging in the indistinguishable works of Steven Segal. But while these are all truly terrible movies, I can walk away from them with an understanding that they serve some sort of purpose outside of being good cinema. Kid's movies are designed to distract, action movies to indulge the part of the brain that likes watching people get kicked in the head without triggering the part that abhors real-life violence. In fact, most bad movies can be dismissed for one reason or another. That's why watching Percy Adlon's 1987 film Bagdad Cafe was such a unique experience. It was a bad movie in every sense of the word with absolutely no other purpose that might excuse its badness.
And they were.