Thursday, 2 May 2019

Non-Abstract Review: Aquanoids (2003)

From https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/
images/I/81ItFXYSdfL._SY445_.jpg


Director: Reinhart 'Rayteam' Peschke
Screenplay: Mark J. Gordon and Eric Spudic
Cast: Laura Nativo as Vanessa; Rhoda Jordan as Christina; Edwin Craig as Frank Walsh; Ike Gingrich as Clint Jefferson; Laurence Hobbs as Jackson; Suzan Spann as Courtney McClure; Robert Kimmel as Stanze; Christopher Irwin as Bruce; David Clark as James; Doug Martin as Dr. Remsen

Synopsis: In the coastal town of Babylon Bay, a history of tragic deaths taking place in the summer of 1987 are soon to repeat when similar one take place in the modern day. The major wishes to cover up the truth for business reasons, that as heroine Vanessa (Laura Nativo) believes these deaths are the cause of a man-eating fish-humanoid who has returned for more.

Here's an idea to chew upon - what are the best time capsules in terms of cinema? Arguably, ephemeral cinema, the kind that in the United Kingdom the likes of the Central Office of Information (COI) made that has been preserved for historical prosperity. As well? Consider that even "timeless" classics aesthetically, whilst made from their eras, don't necessarily cover the culture around them as they carefully choose what clothes the cast wore, what was shot (especially for early Hollywood which used sets rather than many real locations) etc. They still show their eras, their attitudes and trends, but there's areas where one is forced to work on a tight schedule or with only what's around you thus leaving the result to absorb the environments the movies were made in. Exploitation, low budget work, TV and infomercial material, and no or very low budget work in this review's case has a surprising historical richness that, barring from cult film fans, rarely gets preserved or at least prodded at even morbidly for their depictions of the time they were made in.

A great example of cultural document, by accident, is no-budget cinema which has been with us fully since the 1980s, when shot-on-video work started to be released on video shelves, gaining a fond cult in the 2010s. Mainly this cult is in the US as, naturally, mainly US shot work were available on American video shelves; many of their fans as much appreciate them from the perspective that many depict the times they were made in as much as were in many cases amateur productions which took advantage of the need for product on VHS. From my perspective though, outside this, these types of films are more familiar for me from the early to mid 2000s when digital cameras became available and, in Britain, these later films were found in the early DVD era in horror compilations, DVD rental stores or cheap releases a lot. Aquanoids hilariously was part of a store tie-in Hardgore, a DVD series of horror films which, with Lucio Fulci and Jesus Franco were sandwiched next to these later works, were sold through Poundland, a chain store which naturally sold a lot for a pound. As with the older SOV works, since they had to work with what resources it had, what clothes the cast had etc., something like Aquanoids even in the type of digital camera it used and title typeface is probably more apt in showing you what the early 2000s was probably like rather than [insert famous 2003 film here].  

The starkness of the films in their lack of budget and the un-glossy eye of digital cameras has a lot of influence, influencing Aquanoids as one part Creature from the Black Lagoon, part Humanoids from the Deep, about a rampaging fish humanoid eating locals at a coastal town. The inherent obsolete digital filmmaking was shown to have an effecting mood when David Lynch deliberately used it for INLAND EMPIRE (2006) with its stark flatness, producing a flat lighting and moments of muddiness. In a film like Aquanoids it gives the b-movie material strangeness even if the film isn't one of the most memorable of non-budget cinema. When abruptly a character becomes pregnant and conceives dead on the autopsy table a fish-human baby hybrid, with squelchy practical effects and puke green lighting, it would have been once something to dismiss for its cheapness and schlockiness for me once ago, but now has an inherently weird vibe to as a scene, when the veneer of manufactured high resourced Hollywood cinema is stripped away, a film this low budget with instead an odd vibe when bringing in the unnatural by way of a lot of rubber, and surprisingly realistic and anatomically correct body parts.

The look of the film also immediately evokes, for good and bad, early 2000s softcore which was also released in DVD rental stores at the time. This is more so as almost every actress has a nude scene; the one exception, playing a news reporter, still has a sex scene when the corrupt major's henchman tries to seduce her for compromising footage, balanced thankfully out for her leaving him unsatisfied and throwing him some lotion to finish it off for himself. That weirdly minimalistic, stark look even looks different from 2010 ultra low budget films just from the lighting and the set decoration, and whilst it does feel sleazy as hell, it's still a style that stands out.

The sense of the resources being used is felt positively, in bedrooms and public buildings like bars that feel like they are as they were when filmed it, and in aspects that show the difficulties making such a film, meant to be set on the 4th of July and clearly "borrowing" footage of other peoples' celebrations whilst then cutting to a shot of actors in an isolated garden with celebration sound effects added over. No budget cinema fascinates me in details like this as, without a lot to work on, a film like Aquanoids has an unexpected distinction in how it was made; more so now its considerably more difficult in major productions to shot in certain locations due to cost, having to disguise Toronto as an American city usually, these films have unexpected naturalism to them. There is no ability to dictate costumes beyond what was available, no ability to dictate props unless available or already there, and here having to shot on Santa Catalina Island in California, using the location more than even Steven Spielberg's Jaws (1975), where it was only used (if IMDB was accurate) for underwater shots. That's an even more ironic connection as Aquanoids, in among scenes in its quiet shopping district, riffs on Jaws' plot too as the major, corrupt and openly in the street informing his minion they need to hush the conspiracy up, is concerned panic about a fish-man will kill off business deals. Strangely, you can, if patient with the schlockiness of Aquanoids, combine psycho geographic recordings of a lot of coastal shore and boardwalk alongside the history of aquatic horror films.

Which isn't just implicit but, in a charmingly naive scene, the least likely people to talk about them, the major's daughter and her friends, before they're attacked by the fish-men, weighing the merits between films like Alligator 2: The Mutations and Italian production Tentacles, Aquanoids' even having the decency to reflect on its own place in the annuals of this sub genre by having this scene. Now Aquanoids itself is a pop cultural artefact of just the early 2000s, arguably for myself having grown up within it vastly different from either the nineties or the late 2000s. As our female leads, our heroine and her female friend Christina (Rhoda Jordan) ride on scooters, and early digital film making is making its baby steps, it does offer a safety net to how utterly cheesy and ridiculous Aquanoids actually is whilst allowed one to gawk at what people were like at the time whilst play acting here. Back then, I would've dismissed a film like this as many others, but now they've become over ten years old, there's a curiosity to this lurid film for all its nudity and gore in other details. How the production managed to splash out for an actual fish-man costume only to depict the attacks in shonky, shambolic editing, or the curiosity, even in lieu of its coastal town setting, to how bright the fashion is.

The batty bits of earnest and tacky oddness are few but significant for me too - a shootout that splits the screen into three to represent the three participants; the aforementioned softcore vibe, not necessarily a virtue but a real sense of weird atmosphere where everything feels like its shot in someone's bedroom and a place shut off for a sex scene; a morgue attendant, bribed by the major to cover up fish-man attacks, who is so desensitised to his work that the cliché of him eating a sandwich is not enough, instead going one further with this one eating a sandwich in one hand, performing a gory autopsy with a tool in the other; and all the ridiculous details which are cringe worthy but part of the charm. Like random beachgoers going into the most unlikely a conversations, as mentioned, and the equivalent of Quint from Jaws being a sad older man here in his t-shirt and trousers drinking in the bar.

The sense of weirdness, if anything, should've been more pronounced but the issue is that, for a film like this, unless the creators have the knack to accomplish it well, it has to come from the accidental which makes the criticism a paradox. But it still stands, and moments still have this and were more desperately needed. It tries its damnedest in an inherently failed mission, to try to ape films even from the eighties era of Roger Corman New World Picture releases, by being completely obsessed with recreating their plots with significant lacking of resources rather than going their own direction. When you are sympathetic to these films instead of denouncing them, it leaves a more interesting viewing experience where the interest, and fun, comes from a film like this strays from that flaw. In a larger budgeted production, the scene when a cop is hired to bump off the heroine could be interesting or even bland, here its two actors in a boat and a near slapstick farce where an incredibly dump cop gets his groin twisted and then thrown into the sea to be eaten by a fish-man played by a camera in first person. The fact they even have the camera underwater numerous times adds to the fascinating schism between the creativity and cheese.

Honestly the only disappointment which Aquanoids in terms of this pleasure, not a guilt and also not any description that would be personally nasty to the creators, is that ultimately that misguided creative decision is what you for all the funny or interesting moments. Like a lot of these films and b-movies in general, they have to always end films on predictable plotting and spectacle when you wish they took more esoteric and peculiar risks. Here you are trying to have dramatic weight to an exploding barrel, a la Jaws, and a CGI explosion which was cheap looking even in 2003 which was the wrong creative decision completely. That's always been the greater sin of films like this rather than amateur acting or fault technical production, that so many do not embrace their curious place between genre, documentation and sense of being a sideshow cavalcade of schlock, instead always going for the predictable rather than the inventive or extravagant on a tight budget. As many look down on these films for being inadequate, others like myself feel a need to admire the underdogs, here the director never making another film, from still trying and steeping it in these curious details; there is still the fact, though, that many of them are cursed even with our little fan base for not fully transforming into weird artefacts and being mired in predictability that schisms with the technical issues.


From http://reviewsjpegs4.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/
sitebuilderfiles/Aquanoids2.jpg

No comments:

Post a Comment