John Kenneth Muir's Reflections on Cult Movies and Classic TV
One of the horror genre's "most widely read critics" (Rue Morgue # 68), "an accomplished film journalist" (Comic Buyer's Guide #1535), and the award-winning author of Horror Films of the 1980s (2007), The Rock and Roll Film Encyclopedia (2007) and Horror Films of the 1970s (2002), John Kenneth Muir, presents his blog on film, television and nostalgia, named one of the Top 100 Film Studies Blog on the Net.
animation has a ginormous gift. Their scripts lead audiences to invest in anthropomorphic
creatures. In Toy Story 4, they push that to the limit by co-starring a
plastic utensil with two googly eyes, pipe cleaner hands, and sticks for
of consistently strong writing and invested characterizations from some of the best
actors in the business, this fourth film in the series feels as fresh and new
as the other three films.
that Andy has grown up and granted his family of toys to little Molly, our gang
of dinosaurs, cowboys, slinkies, and dolls continue to make their child's adolescence
as happy as possible. Though Molly has gravitated towards the other dolls more
than Woody (voiced by Tom Hanks), being a stand-up toy, Woody keeps Molly's
needs in the forefront. During a traumatic day in Kindergarten, Molly creates a
new toy, a personified spork she nicknames "Forky" (Tony Hale). Woody
recognizes Forky's importance to Molly's happiness, so he sets out to keep
Forky safe during a cross-country road trip. Both toys get lost and Woody
recruits some friends, old and new, to make sure that Forky remains with
fragile young Molly.
Story 4 was obviously a labor of love for
Pixar since many members of the team contributed to its fruition. Besides all the
returning cast members (including the late Don Rickles, whose family helped the
creators assemble dialogue for Mr. Potato-Head from Rickles outtakes), the film
was directed by Inside Out writer Josh Cooley and co-written by Wall-E
and Finding Nemodirector Andrew Stanton, along with newcomer
Stephany Folsom. Though a simple story and one with themes fostered in the
earlier films, Toy Story 4 devotes energy into showing its
characters evolving, while still staying true to themselves. The friendship
between Woody and Buzz (Tim Allen) has been consistent for several films, instilling
in children the value of backing up your friends. For that matter, the lessons
learned here, that protecting your friends and family do not require you to
receive rewards on your own to be worthwhile, are wisdoms our entire society
needs to absorb.
animators continue to shape the characters around the actors' personalities and
vice versa, so that it’s a perfect synergy. Newcomers Jordan Peele, Keegan-Michael
Key, and Keanu Reeves seamlessly become members of the posse while Annie Potts
returns as Bo Peep to give a new spin on the concept of lost toys. Christina
Hendricks voices a new character Gabby Gabby as a complex antagonist, Machiavellian
but achingly sad.
animation takes the different textures of the creatures, porcelain, glass, plastic,
felt, and makes them all pop on the screen. The amusement park setting, with flashing
lights and moving rides, is a master-class in action animation.The villainous henchmen move like on springs,
spasming a-rhythmically as they walk, which adds another dimension of
creepiness to them.
delightful continuation, Toy Story 4is a heart-felt,
earnest and hilarious summer feast for the entire family.
Jonas Schwartz is Vice President / Los Angeles Drama Critics Circle, West Coast Critic for TheaterMania, Contributing Critic for Broadway World, and a Contributing Critic for ArtsInLA
I post this review today as a shout-out to a beloved horror film celebrating a restoration and release today, in Texarkana: The Legend of Boggy Creek.
suspect that I owe my long-standing love of the horror genre to two productions
that I encountered as a youngster.
first is the “Dragon’s Domain” episode of Space: 1999 (1975 – 1977), about a
deadly monster luring astronaut victims to their death in a graveyard of lost
second is this colorful ode to Arkansas’s variation on Big Foot, The Legend of Boggy Creek.
(1972) from regional director Charlie B. Pierce.
saw this film at a drive-in when I was four or five years old, and memories of
it have stayed with me ever since.
Mom and Dad took my sister Lara and me to a local drive-in theater in Essex
County New Jersey to see a double-feature. The first film was some forgettable
kid’s flick (probably a Herbie movie, or some such thing…). But after it ended,
Lara and I were supposed to go to sleep in the back seat of the car for the
duration of the second movie.
the second movie happened to be TheLegend of Boggy Creek,
and I remember persistently peeking at the screen -- over my parents’ seats and
shoulders -- watching in horror as the film’s events unfolded
wondered not only what I would see on that giant screen, but what the movie
would dare show me. As a kid, I was tantalized by the notion that I might
really see Bigfoot, or discover convincing evidence that he existed.
as an adult, I can summon some moments from that drive-in viewing of The
Legend of Boggy Creek quite vividly. I remember a little blond-haired
boy running through a wide-open field, stopped suddenly in his tracks by the
roars of the Sasquatch creature.
I recall the trademark scene in which the Fouke Monster attacks a man (sitting
on a toilet) in a cabin bathroom. That description may sound laughable, but
when I was four or five, there was nothing laughable at all about that attack.
My attention was riveted to the screen.
funny thing about “Dragon’s Domain” and the Legend of Boggy Creek is
that the two productions actually share in common a good, scary idea: that there
are things as yet unknown to modern, civilized man; things that we haven’t yet
quantified, analyzed, processed, or thoroughly understood.
monster in Space: 1999 for instance, didn’t register on sensors or
scanners, and so no one could prove it really lived…or, at story’s end, that it
had really died.
the Fouke Monster, despite his recurring appearances in and around Boggy Creek,
has never been photographed or captured. Despite the best efforts of photographers,
police, reporters and the like, he is still a myth, a shadow-figure existing
outside the bounds of rational belief.
suppose some very primal or basic part of my psychic gestalt loves horror films
because they implicitly concern this idea that something magical and abnormal
can yet exist in our technological, overpopulated, hyper-connected world. By
nature, I am more a skeptic than a believer, yet I live in the hope that my skepticism
will be proven wrong, not by some amorphous acceptance of blind faith, but through
the auspices of science and technology.
short, I want Nessie and Big Foot and the Mothman to be real. And I want
science to find them.
if these quasi-mythical cryptids are proven to exist, then there is a chance
that there are other things -- other beings -- out there that science hasn’t
yet proved either, and the possibility, I suppose, that there is more to this
human existence than readily meets the eye.
“Dragon’s Domain” actually holds up a hell of a lot better than does TheLegend of Boggy Creek, but it is
fair to note in any review of the film that I have a strong affection and
fondness it, even if I can’t say with a straight face that it’s a particularly
the film gets right, and notes in a beautiful, even poetic way, is that there
are areas of natural beauty on this Earth where man has not spoiled everything,
and not seen everything. The moments in the film that track with that idea are,
quite simply, beautiful and resonant.
before long, The Legend of Boggy Creek gets lost in weird, unintentionally
humorous folk songs about the monster, and travels down other narrative blind
alleys too. The evidence of the monster’s existence, similarly, is so patently unpersuasive
as to be hysterically funny.
short, The Legend of Boggy Creek is a movie every fan of horror (and
regional filmmaking, to boot), ought to see, but that doesn’t mean it’s a great
work of art. It is, however, an
right pleasant place to live…until the sun goes down.”
mellifluous-voiced narrator named Jim (Vern Stierman), describes his home town
of Fouke -- which borders on the Texas/Arkansas border and houses a population
of less than four hundred. It’s the home to many simple, down-to-Earth folk,
and also, alarmingly, a hairy man-beast, the “Fouke Monster.”
recalls a time in his child-hood when he heard the monster’s roar and felt
fear, and then launches into an on-screen examination of the creature’s history
near Boggy Creek.
members of the Crabtree family have, for instance, reported seeing it. One man
is certain he shot it.
recounts for the audience the story of a night that the monster approached the
house of Mary Beth Searcy (Judy Dalton), and the time a cabin fell under siege
from the beast.
hunting expeditions and dogs have searched out the monster, it has never been
But Jim is satisfied that
somewhere out in the night, the Fouke Monster still roams…
always travels the creeks. That’s one of the first things we learned about him.”
Legend of Boggy Creek
opens with some remarkable photography. The camera (ensconced on a slow-moving
boat) prowls the Arkansas swamp, its eye falling on turtles, beavers, snakes, and
other denizens of the wild.
“nature” shots vividly capture the unspoiled beauty of the region, and set-up
the film’s central conceit, that there’s “still
a bit of wilderness” and still “some
mysteries” to explore in the far corners of the world.
in this untamed, unexplored terrain, there be dragons.
next scene, in order, is just as strong, for certain. Old Jimmy remembers back
to his youth, and his one-time run across a giant field, when he first heard
the cry of the monster.
“I was seven years old when I first heard him
scream,” says Jim. “I was scared then, and I’m scared now.”
line is not only chilling, but the images that go alongside it are remarkably
evocative of childhood, a time of discovery, freedom, and even sometimes fear.
camera follows little blond-haired Billy on his run through the woods and field,
and times, the audience actually tracks right alongside him, from above, as if
positioned from a low-flying helicopter.
well-crafted shots suggest the boy’s momentum, his isolation, and the size of
the wide-open field.
the feeling is that out there, beyond the horizon, possibilities and mysteries
lurk. The shots of Jimmy running through the field, untended by parents,
unprotected by society, remind me very much of feelings that many of us
experienced children in the 1970s, when we first left the confines of home (and
the eyes of Mom and Dad) to go play.
me, there were railroad tracks and a field near my suburban house in New Jersey,
and my parents would often permit me and my friends to play there, under the
bright blue sky, for hours at a spell. The path along those tracks became an opportunity for play and discovery,
and the occasional jolt, for certain (hobos!).
opening moments of The Legend of Boggy Creek ably and artfully suggest both the
liberty of childhood -- when your time
was your own, and discovering the world was a constant adventure -- and the
outer limits of that liberty: the fear of interfacing with something mysterious
or truly scary.
admire the first several sequences of The Legend of Boggy Creek for so
ably, and with such stunning imagery, capturing these not easily-described
notions Many more expensive films fail
to resonate so effectively, or capture these feelings of childhood so lyrically
before long, The Legend of Boggy Creek starts to fall apart.
it a coincidence that so many of the residents who have seen the creature are
named Crabtree? The film introduces us
to Smoky, Fred, Travis and James Crabtree, who all have stories to tell us
about the Fouke Monster. The story doesn’t
stand up, since so many witnesses come from one family.
the monster’s activities -- stealing pigs, turning over flower pats, and
causing a fatal heart attack in a family cat -- don’t exactly rise to the
standard of “hair raising” encounters with the Fouke Monster. These sequences don’t provide one-to-one
evidence that the beast was responsible for the damage. Is it the monster’s fault the cat died of
the folk songs, which elevate Travis Crabtree and the Monster to quasi-mythical
status, undercut the film’s questing, even elegiac tone. It’s difficult to take the search for the
monster seriously when the soundtrack singer warbles “Here the sulfur river flows…this is where the creature goes…safe within
the world he knows."
the same token, descriptions of the monster’s “sour, pig-pen” stench tend to
undercut the horror of the storytelling.
seems apparent that The Legend of Boggy Creek owes both its remarkable strengths
and its notable weaknesses to its nature as a low-budget, regional film. It is
not an extruded-by-committee Hollywood product. Accordingly, there are moments
of pure beauty and even poetry here that a Hollywood film might not stop to
recognize or plumb. But then there are also the described moments of bizarre, laughable
narration and action that, similarly, would get re-shot if overseen by the
Legend of Boggy Creek -- as I do love it -- you must take the good with
the bad, and understand how those qualities are all wrapped together in an
inseparable, once-in-a-life-time cinematic package.
Legend of Boggy Creek
is a time capsule of the 1970's, and yet it is more than that too. At its best,
it is a reminder to all of us that there are more things on Heaven and Earth
than is dreamed of by our science.
more so, the film reminds of a wondrous quality about children. Childhood represents a time in which
people are, without reservation, open to the possibility of magic in their everyday lives. Kids
can even find that magic right over there, down by Boggy Creek...
The surprise hit of the summer of 2017 was 47 Meters Down (2017), a shark film
from director Johanne Roberts, apparently in the tradition of The
Shallows (2016), and, of course, Steven Spielberg’s Jaws
(1975). The trailers and commercials suggested cheesy CGI sharks, and a minimum
of nuance in the filmmakers’ approach.
the movie’s first scene, with red wine spilled in a tropical swimming pool -- symbolizing the red blood soon to be spilled
in the ocean -- intimates a juvenile or superficial approach to the familiar
as the movie progresses, and the film’s central scenario looms --- two young women trapped in a diving cage at
the sea floor, 47 metersdown --
a commendably high-degree of tension and suspense suffuses the film.
surprisingly, the sharks not only (mostly) appear real, but actually represent
only one of many threats vexing the trapped duo. Rhe film also contends with shortages of air,
trapped divers, abyssal trenches, and other jeopardy.
delightfully, the film’s cheesiest moment -- desperatefingers scratching
out a great white shark’s eyeball -- is earned by a well-prepared-for third
47 Meters Down wants to be both suspenseful (which it is), and
gory (which it also is), and so the movie’s most outrageous woman-vs.-great
white action is contextualized (without giving away the specifics) in a way
that maintains the drama’s reality and sense of danger. Specifically, this twist concerns nitrogen
terms of subtext or social context, 47 Meters Down tangentially concerns the fact
that 21st century America -- the home culture of our beleaguered protagonists
-- has become, in the words of author John Locke, an “autistic” society;
wherein people are at ease with technology, but not with emotions, or each
The film concerns sisters, Lisa and Kate, who never really talk, but who
are finally forced to talk…at the bottom of the ocean.
suspense and shocks, and that nice grace note about how modern people relate in
our technopol-istic culture, 47 Meters Down earns its gory stripes, and is worth a watch.
faster you breathe, the faster you use up your air.”
sisters Lisa (Mandy Moore) and Kate (Claire Holt) vacation in Mexico, but Lisa
has been keeping a secret. She recently broke up with her long-time boyfriend,
Stuart, and is still reeling from the end of the relationship.
and Lisa decide to drown her sorrows by clubbing and drinking, and meet up with
two young men who not only have a romantic interest in the young women, but
suggest an intriguing activity for the next day: a trip cage diving to see sharks.
is not at all interested in seeing sharks from a cage, but Kate reminds her
that they can take remarkable photos that will make Stuart jealous, and thus cause him to re-assess his decision to leave her; since Lisa is not “boring” as he claimed.
acquiesces. The next day, the two
couples board Captain Taylor’s (Matthew Modine) rust-bucket of a boat, and prepare for the dive.
The men go down first, without incident.
However, when Lisa and Kate enter the cage, the winch breaks, and the cage and its occupants plunge 150 or so feet -- 47 meters -- down to the ocean
Lisa and ate see their air supplies rapidly dwindle, and are unable to communicate with
Meanwhile, great white sharks begin to circle the cage…
super uneasy about this.”
live in an oddly narcissistic society, at present, and in some small way 47
Meters Down reflects that fact with the specifics of its narrative. A diffident young woman,
Lisa, agrees to participate in an event she has no interest in (cage diving) solely because she will then have (social media) pics to make her ex-boyfriend jealous.
Lisa overlooks her own
feelings of “super-uneasiness" about the activity, and goes anyway. The error of her ways are quickly pointed
before the action starts, the camera recording all these great social media
pictures, is dropped from the cage, and lost in the sea.
It falls into the open mouth of a great-white shark.
much for the selfies.
wrote a persuasive speech recently, about, of all things, how people adopt black cats at a
low rate compared to other cats. You might think this is because of
superstitions about black cats. That’s a piece of it, sure, but researchers have come up with another conclusion. They have determined that black cats don’t photograph as well as other cats, so
those who use social media tend not to adopt black cats, or they bring them back to
I bring this up
because 47 Meters Down offers oblique commentary on this notion of a narcissistic/selfie culture, both in Lisa’s ridiculous motive
for participating in what is clearly a sketchy activity (given the rusted state
of Taylor’s boat), and the final disposition of the camera.
also, importantly, Lisa and Kate have -- previous to this trip -- grown apart. Lisa
thinks Kate is the perfect person: attractive, confident, and successful. She
feels like she can’t compete with her. All she had, she believes, is her stable
relationship with Stuart. Now that too is gone. When one gazes at research involving social media, reports suggest that frequent use tends to make people more competitive with their friends and family, and also, generally, less happy.
In "real" life, Lisa has never confronted Kate about these emotions. These feelings did not come up . They did not come up over drinks, at a bar, or pool-side, but rather 47 meters
down, while the sisters are trapped. The same “autistic” society is to blame.
Up above sea level, there are too many distractions, and the sisters are not
able to communicate except in cheesy post-card ways (a hug on the beach at sunset!) Under the surface, all the technology is gone, and the
sisters actually begin listening to one another, and also fighting for one
idea isn’t heavy-handed, but horror movies universally reflect the way that we live "now." They tell us something about ourselves, and the things that we are scared
of, as a people. Maybe we are scared, at this point,
of connecting only to the “black mirror” of technology, and not our loved
ones. I note this commentary because I
think it adds to the value of the film, and makes 47 Meters Downmore than the “shark
attack of the week” movie.
director of the film creates suspense here mostly from the air supply
issue, not the sharks. There are a
couple of (good) jump scares involving the great whites, but from the first point that
Taylor instructs Lisa in how to breathe to the very last scene of the movie, 47
Meters Down is really about trying to catch your breath.
The women must acquire back-up tanks, and
replace them, all underwater, while sharks swoop into view, lunging out from the
opaque depths. Between Taylor’s
instructions, and the constant checking of the air supplies (which get down to
a reading of “01” at one point), the movie wrings the maximum amount of tension
from the limited availability of resources.
just when the film threatens to go superficial -- wandering into Hollywood
happy ending crap -- the makers of 47 Meters Down pull the carpet out from under
viewers, and give their film a climax with all that more punch.
spoiling it, you’ll be tempted to groan as one of the women is found
miraculously alive (after a close encounter with a shark), and together with
her sister, swims to the surface, decompresses in the water for five minutes,
and successfully combats a shark.
played for real, this scene would pretty much ruin any sense of verisimilitude
the movie constructs.
movie provides an explanation for this pie-in-the-sky “happy ending,” and proceeds to a coda
that is dark and disturbing.
sharks are kept hidden, or off-screen, for a good portion of the film’s running
time, and yet the director makes the most of small moments in 47 Meters Down.
There’s an absolutely unnerving sequence early on in which Kate must remove her mask so
she can squeeze between the bars of the cage. Then, once out -- while she is
exposed -- she must put it back on. By this point, we are all too
what’s waiting for her outer there, in the dark water.
scene of surprising power finds Lisa swimming towards a dropped flash-light when the
ocean floor literally falls out from under her.
She must swim out over an abyss, and again, the hungry sharks could be
anywhere. The moment will give you a
queasy stomach if you openly engage with the material and the characters.
Meters Down starts out superficial and dopey, but like its characters, gets “deeper” and “deeper.”
One might even choose to view the Nitrogen Narcosis sequence as another example of
technology separating people from reality; from the connections around
them. Lisa's cries, at the end of the
movie “we made it!” are haunting for two reasons.
If you recall (the criminally underrated) Back to the Future II (1990), you may remember a “future” scene set in 2015, wherein hero Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) sees the holographic shark for Jaws 19 and declares that it the creature still “looks fake.”
Well, here we are in 2014, and the sharks of Shark Night (2011) still look fake.
The mechanical shark called “Bruce” who starred in Steven Spielberg’s Jaws way back in 1975 may not have been wholly convincing – which is why the director often kept it hidden or cut to P.O.V. shots – but when viewers did see the great white beast, he at least operated by the same laws of physics as we do. When Bruce broke the surface, water would run off his back. When Bruce bit a victim, blood would run down between his very sharp teeth. We might not have always believed Bruce was 100% real, but we believed that he showed up for work, at least.
In Shark Night, the sharks phone it in.
They exist in abundant special effects shots that diminish their size and sense of scale. Seen in the clear light of day, these “animals” look like under-detailed cartoons. They can’t scare anyone because they actually bear no connection to the environment forces which purportedly work upon them; forces such as gravity.
In fact, the sharks of Shark Night not only look incredibly fake – just a step or two up from Jabber Jaw -- they also act in most un-shark-like fashion throughout much of the film, often leaping high out of the water (like…twenty feet out of the water…) to swallow their cowering human prey. In one of the movie’s least effective kill scenes, a shark intercepts a racing jet-ski …from the front, no less…and leaps several feet out of the water to do so. On this occasion and several others, director David Ellis lets the shark hold center frame as it leaps towards the screen (for 3-D impact), thereby offering extreme evidence of the animal’s incredible phoniness.
Shark Night earned pretty terrible reviews, and studying these special effects sharks, one can detect why. That established, I must reluctantly admit I didn’t hate this nearly as much as I thought I might, and that’s because the film unexpectedly plays around in the terrain one of my favorite sub-genres: the savage cinema. In keeping with that form, the film acknowledges human ugliness as the overriding source of real evil in the world. In other words, we might escape sharks, but we can’t escape human nature.
In Shark Night, Sara (Sara Paxton) returns to her home on Lake Crosby in Louisiana for the first time in three years along with a group of co-ed friends, including shy Nick (Dustin Milligan), a med-student. Sara has been away so long because of an accident involving her former boyfriend, local diving expert Dennis (Chris Carmack).
Back when they were going steady, Sara began to drown on a dive and Dennis wouldn’t share his air with her. Panicky, she made it back to the surface alive, but when she piloted the boat for home, she accidentally struck Dennis’s face with the boat propeller, permanently scarring him.
Dennis – who looks no less handsome or buff with that facial scar, by the way -- has never forgotten this traumatic incident, and with the help of a dumb redneck, Red (Joshua Leonard) and the town’s heavy-metal loving sheriff, Sabin (Donal Logue), plans to release several captured sharks upon Sara and her buddies while they frolic on the lake…
You can just tell from the first attack in Shark Night that you’re in a different league here than in Jaws. Remember that film’s classic prologue, and how a beautiful blonde went for a tranquil midnight swim only to be attacked and killed by a shark? This introduction to the film remains creepy, unsettling and highly effective, even today. By point of comparison, Shark Night opens with a blond in a white bikini swimming in the lake and getting attacked almost instantly by a shark. It’s all thrashing and splashing, and there’s no sense of suspense or even surprise during the attack. People inclined to use the phrase “they don’t make ‘em like they used to” regarding Hollywood will be sorely tempted to employ it here.
Lacking suspense, Shark Night is abundantly predictable. If you’ve ever seen a horror movie, you can predict -- down to the last person (and animal) -- the characters destined to survive the film’s bloody events. Also, Joshua Leonard’s character Red is a walking talking cliche, right down to his bad teeth and bad Southern accent. He’s supposed to be the movie’s comic relief, but again, we’re in cartoon territory here.
And yet, as I wrote above, I didn’t entirely hate Shark Night. I don’t generally prefer horror movies this dumb and vapid, but they can occasionally be fun if you’re in the mood for something trashy and light. Plus, Sara Paxton is the star here. She was terrific in The Innkeepers (2012) and is very good here too, despite the thinness of her character.
And Shark Night boasts at least one legitimate inspiration. It turns men into the film’s villains, and gets at the notion that the sharks – while obviously the tools of mass destruction here – aren’t really the ones with the evil intent. Instead, Dennis and his mates are the ones to blame. Interestingly, they view themselves as victims. They’re victims of women (Sara), victims of a bad economy, and victims of class warfare. Their plan is to make it rich by creating a shark snuff film for fans of cable television’s “Shark Week.” In other words, they have something to sell, and they’ve had to put their humanity aside to sell it.
When one of the would-be victims notes that such a money-making enterprise is sick, the evil conspirator notes, importantly “There’s no such thing as sick anymore. There’s only moral relativism.” It’s a biting, caustic commentary on our culture, but one entirely of the times. If you remember Governor Rick Perry’s comment about “vulture capitalists” who go in and eat up companies for profit, you might also see how the metaphor works with sharks. These animals (like some capitalists) must keep moving forward -- devouring things, resources and people to live -- and the rest of us are, well…merely chum.
I don’t mean any of this commentary to suggest that Shark Night is deep or especially thoughtful, only that it is “of the moment.” It’s unique that unlike Jaws (1975), the film portrays man as the real terror in the water, one eager to destroy his fellow man for a leg up the economic ladder of success.
The special effects in Shark Night are bad, the characters are mostly barely two-dimensional appetizers, and there’s precious little in terms of interesting narrative. Yet to his credit, director Ellis seems to know all this is the case, and at times (like during the road trip to Lake Crosby), literally fast-forwards the film so he can get to the meat of the drama – the shark attacks – quicker.
Some may see this photographic trick as an admission of creative bankruptcy. But contrarily, it may just be an example of efficiently cutting to the chase. Who wants to see shallow characters talking and relating to one another when we can watch them getting chewed up and spit out instead?
Shark Night isn’t a good film and it isn’t a scary horror movie. But it is amusingly trashy and lowbrow. It features moments of interest, especially whenever Donal Logue is on-screen playing-up the resentment angle of his blue-collar economic climber. I didn’t hate the movie that much, in part because Shark Night was clearly made in a spirit of dumb fun.
However, if I had been the maker of Shark Night I would have gone one step further with the movie, and offered up as its ad-line the very joke from Jaws 19 in Back to the Future 2.
Bait (2012) is an absolutely absurd horror
movie about sharks, and yet, it is also joyously
absurd. Lensed in 3-D, the film is,
alas, a wash visually.
director, Kimball Rendall, stages some truly dynamic shots here. He often comes
up with great, scary (and funny) compositions.
But he is undone in his efforts by weak special effects at points.
put this another way: sometimes the sharks look real, and sometimes they look
like bad CGI. There’s no consistency whatsoever. I was amazed how well some shots hold up to
real scrutiny. And shocked that other
shots could be tagged instantly as phony as hell.
terms of narrative structure -- Bait, somewhat like Jaws
3-D (1983) -- attempts a blend of disaster movie tropes with Jaws franchise
ones. The great Russell Mulcahy
contributes a script with co-writer, John Kim, and the film is set on the coast
of Australia when a devastating tsunami hits.
tsunami floods several coastal blocks, and brings with it a handful of hungry
great white sharks and other sea life. A
group of people -- including two robbers, a life-guard, a police officer and
his daughter --are trapped inside a grocery store, Oceania Food Mart, when the
tidal wave hits.
long, the terrified survivors are climbing to the top of the aisles, while the
sharks prowl the same aisles, just feet below them. In short order, the sharks have realized they
like the taste of live human beings, and won’t settle for the mart’s meat,
stored in the freezer.
diverse nature of the random survivors makes for interpersonal frisson, and our
lead character -- the young life-guard, Josh (Xavier Samuel) -- is recovering
from an earlier tragedy involving his best friend and a great white shark. As you might guess, he must finally put the
past behind him, and battle the sharks for the sakes not only of the trapped
shoppers, but his ex-fiance, Tina (Sharni Vinson), who also happened to be
shopping at Oceania when the crisis started.
also cuts to the submerged parking deck below the mart, where two entitled rich
kids (and their dog) are trapped in a car, and heroic stock-boy, Ryan (Alex
Russell of Chronicle ) attempts to rescue them. The scenes involving the dog and the great
white shark manage to build up quite a bit of suspense, at least if you’re an
film also feature some good jump scares. At one point, Oceania’s obnoxious and
loud-mouthed manager attempts to climb out of the store. He is hoisted up by a
rope over a low-hanging vent pipe. He
removes the grill, and is set to climb in and escape from the danger. Instead, he is confronted with another
aquatic life-form…right at face level.
me, this was actually the most effective and disgusting scare in the film.
one thing that periodically deflects suspense and terror -- and sends Bait into
territory -- is a focus on action movie tropes, particularly larger-than-life
heroics. At one point, Josh takes a
rifle in hand, and -- like John McClane in Die Hard (1987) -- goes underwater
to battle a great white shark.
does so, he dives into the water brandishing the gun in perfect athletic
form. Another scene is equally
far-fetched in terms of staging, involving the capture of a great white by meat
hook. Finally, in the film’s most absurd
sequence, a shark is tasered by Josh. Again, this act requires Josh to perform
as the equivalent of a gymnast.
moments are good fun, and incredibly silly, but they effectively put Bait
in another genre all-together from Jaws.
isn’t a scary, intense shark movie grounded in reality. It’s a roller-coaster ride instead, as eager
to garner a laugh as a scream.
Certainly, I can get into that approach, and I had a lot of fun with Bait. It may enter the so-bad-it’s-good category, but
however you parse it, Bait ceaselessly entertains.
Kendall, assisted by a knowing script, keeps three or four plot-lines going at
once, and provides some key surprises that involve human nature. At one point, a shopper dons a make-shift
cage suit and goes underwater to turn off the store’s power. This scene is so powerful
because of the risks the character takes, and the fate he ultimately
meets. It’s not what you expect, but it
goes a long way towards exploring the different ways that various individuals
respond to a crisis.
every heroic character, like this one, however, there’s another -- like the “secret”
robber lodged within the group -- who is the exact opposite. Kendall makes the most of moments involving
these life-and-death choices, and there are times in Bait when you will
absolutely be on the edge of your seat.
as could be, but oddly charming, Bait is no critic’s idea of a great
movie, or a horror classic for that matter.
But for a night of terror and laughs – cheap thrills, I guess -- it can’t
be beat. I almost never use the word “cheesy”
-- I just don’t like to describe movies with that word -- but this movie is legitimately
and knowingly cheesy.
wife is terrified of sharks and couldn’t stand to be in the room with me while
I watched The Reef (2010). However, she emerged from Bait totally unscathed,
if that helps you decide whether or not to screen the film.
Movies like The Reef(2010), much like Open Water (2004), remind us that no matter our toys, our technology, our social class or income level, we are all a part of the natural world, and not separate from it.
That’s a fact it is all-too easy to forget from our modern, air-conditioned cocoons of safety and security.
And because -- on a day-to-day level -- we are so safe and secure, many of us actually start to believe that we will endure forever; that our days will continue on and on for eternity.
More Facebook posts. More tweets. More summer blockbusters…
But the truth -- which we interface with occasionally -- is that we remain just as susceptible to mortal injury, or sudden death as any other animal that inhabits this beautiful planet.
When we’re in the ocean, we sometimes feel that mortality more acutely, because the illusion of control is gone.
In the ocean, we are buffeted on the tide, splashed by waves, pulled and pushed to and fro. It is here in this realm of infinite mystery, quite fully, that we start to understand that we are connected with nature, not above it or protected from it.
The Reef concerns five young, attractive vacationers who go for a yachting excursion near Indonesia and must reckon with their place in nature.
Before long, these folks are forced to reckon with an unenviable choice: Desperately swim for an island ten miles distant and in shark-infested waters, or stay with the cap-sized, slowly-sinking ship…also in shark-infested waters.
It goes without saying, but all five of these modern, youthful, hopeful humans desire to live. And not one of them could have anticipated that they would die in this fashion. Or on this particular day.
There’s a horrifying simplicity and intelligence underlining The Reef. There’s almost no artifice in this horror film at all, just five desperate people who would make any deal and take any chance to continue living.
To some extent, the film’s events -- and perhaps even the order of events -- might be described as predictable right up to and including the final kill sequence.
My wife, a therapist -- who is tortured by films such as this -- often asks me why I enjoy them so much. According to her, the only “drama” in a movie like The Reef arises in seeing people suffering and, inevitably, dying horribly.
My stock but hopefully well-considered answer is that movies like The Reef remind all of us that life isn’t necessarily about our final destination, which is known, but rather the choices we make in the struggle to avoid that destination as long as possible.
One character here, in the film’s final minutes, makes a choice I totally sympathize with. I’d like to think I’d do the same thing given the same circumstances, but one never really knows.
Unlike Jaws (1975) The Reef features no real sense of camaraderie among its characters, and it doesn’t reflect any particular social context, like the post-Watergate milieu of Spielberg’s classic.
Instead, this effective horror film is simply about five unlucky people who go into the water with sharks, and have a very, very bad day.
“You look like a seal in that. Sharks love seals.”
In The Reef, vacationers Matt (Gyton Grantley) and Suzie (Adrienne Pickering) travel with Matt’s friend Luke (Damian Walshe-Howling), delivering a yacht to a customer near Indonesia. Also along for the ride is Kate (Zoe Naylor), who was once an item with Luke. Warren (Kieran Darcy-Smith), meanwhile, is a sailor on the yacht who knows the local waters well.
After an excursion on a small island, problems occur on the trip.
The yacht’s inflatable raft/motor-boat is punctured and deflated by a coral reef. The yacht itself suffers catastrophic damage when the coral rips the keel right off. Luke proposes a simple choice.
Swim for nearby Turtle Island, or stay and sink with the boat.
Warren -- who has seen sharks in these waters -- refuses to go. But Kate, Luke, Matt, and Suzie begin their long swim. Luke estimates it should take them no longer than five hours to reach land…
Before long, however a great white shark catches sight of the group, and begins hunting…
“The boat is fucked.”
The Reefis an absolutely relentless horror film and one that also plays as extremely plausible. There are no last minute rescues, no miraculous survivals, and, finally, just a reckoning that fate can be remarkably cruel.
One character notes early in the film that people are more likely to be killed by a bee sting than by a shark attack, but certainly the odds change dramatically in open water. The film’s terror quotient also rises when the swimmers realize that they are being attacked not by different sharks, but one very determined hunter…who has been pacing them since they first got their feet wet. For instance, Matt -- once bitten by a shark -- begs his fellow swimmers to stay away from, knowing that they will be attacked next. But Kate is Luke’s sister, and Suzie is his girlfriend. They can’t stay away, and their survival is jeopardized. They behave in an irrational manner, and that fact says something important about the human species.
At another crucial point, Luke makes a choice about his survival, and about Kate’s, and it is brave, for certain.
The upshot is that we see that, even in a terrible situation, humans remain human. Even when facing abject fear and in an environment where we are out of our element, we can make a selection that is valuable, and will be remembered.
So The Reef may be predictable in broad strokes -- a shark attacks swimmers in the water -- but in little ways, it forges these little grace note moments, wherein a character responds with heroism, or selflessness.
This seems a key point. A shark is a shark is a shark. It is going to feed on humans when it gets hungry.
But man is also man and even in the water, he holds certain relationships and concepts dear. I appreciate how The Reef compares the two species. Sharks don’t second guess themselves and worry about those who are mortally wounded. They don’t hesitate. They meet their needs, and that’s it.
But humans are of a vastly different tribe, and even in a venue as dangerous as the ocean, cultural rules about valor, honor, and decency play a role.
Can a shark understand the concept of self-sacrifice?
Above, I wrote about the idea that man is not separate from nature, despite all the smart phones, social media and so forth that dominates our 21st century existence. There are two worlds -- the world that is really there, under the surface, and the world that we look at every day, on the surface.
This very notion is played out in the film through a composition that often appears: Luke dons his goggles, peers under the water, and looks about to see if there are any sharks nearby, threatening the group. But above the water, on the surface...everything is calm.
I believe that horror movies like The Reef (and 2010’s Frozen to a similar extent) hold a place of value in the society because they serve as reminders of this fact. Watching a movie like The Reef, you can’t help but put yourself in the position of Luke, or Matt, or Kate and wonder what you would do.
So The Reef isn’t really just about seeing people die. That idea is sort of built into the concept, and the genre itself. Instead, it’s about seeing people survive, and people making choices about how they want to leave this mortal coil.
Every now and then it’s good to look up from the monitor or phone screen and consider such things, and that’s why I always argue for the validity and legitimacy of horror movies. On the surface we might describe them with terms like “torture porn” or “graphically violent,” but horror films are really the only movies in our culture right now that remind us that life doesn’t last forever.