Showing posts with label Disaster Movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disaster Movie. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 February 2021

Turbulence 3: Heavy Metal (2001)

 


Director: Jorge Montessi

Screenplay: Wade Ferely

Cast: John Mann as Slade Craven, Zak Santiago as Gabriel Mendoza (as Zak Santiago Alam), Monika Schnarre as Erica Black, Sharon Alexander as Mandy Morgan, Gabrielle Anwar as FBI Agent Kate Hayden, Rick Burgess as Kyle Martin, Bernie Coulson as 'Shred', Brenda Crichlow as Mary Wilson, Kendall Cross as Karen David, Nathaniel DeVeaux as Jack Fletcher, Mike Dopud as FBI Agent Dave Barrett, Rutger Hauer as Copilot MacIntosh

Obscurities, One-Offs and Oddities

 

This is getting weirder.

Full Plot Spoilers Throughout

Author's Note: When this review was originally written, I was completely unaware of abuse allegations against Brian "Marilyn Manson" Warner which have been in the news since February 2021. Since the main character is clearly a stand-in for him, this was an unfortunate coincidence, but I feel the review and the film itself can be still appreciated even if there is a tangent on Manson himself, and references to the parallels. Only one line was excised as, even in the early days of the allegations and where history will go on this subject, the comments within it were inaccurate because of the allegations against Manson existing in the first place.

If we can begin a review with a hypothesised exercise, imagine if you have to continue a franchise, particularly any that have been long going or have a very restriction set of expectations that must always be met. You have options between trying to repeat the same as before but "differently", as can be seen in the Basil Rathbone series of Sherlock Holmes films between 1939 to 1946 which, baring the first two 20th Century Fox produced films being set in his original time period, were all set in the nineteen forties with the advantage of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's source material and a lot of pulp genre tropes. Sometimes you are even more restricted in premises and have no back catalogue to go with. Friday the 13th in the horror genre had to have Jason Voorhees, and thus eventually you get the controversial Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (1993), where they turned a villain already undead by that point into a figure housing a body swapping hell parasite. If the genre has been repeated over and over again, and clichés have developed over initial ideas, you have to think outside the box. Leprechaun as a franchise sent the Irish folklore legend to Las Vegas, which was actually a clever idea. Than to outer space in the sequel, that made less sense, outside of parody, and even before Voorhees got there himself. Hellraiser also went into space, before they even had to start taking original horror scripts and reinterpreting them as their own sequels.

But horror films are one thing, or pulp narratives based around iconic characters like Sherlock Holmes or even the superhero films, especially those that have higher budgets and have the archives of material to work from. Films of any budget and format need to still come up with new content in a production line. What about a genre like the disaster films, where everyone especially if you include TV movies made so many of them? Let us be even more precise, what about the sub-genre of airplane disaster films where a plane is in danger of crashing? We know, unless you fancy a really bleak ending film, a plane in trouble will be landed, and you are restricted in plotting due to the central location being one of these vessels, so what to do with one? No, putting snakes on an airplane, whilst weird, turned out not to be as weird as this premise could be bent into, a genre that even before 2001 has a long history. Where ever since Airport (1970), so many were made and that the parody of these films Airplane! (1980) just lifted its plot, even about the pilots being poisoned by a fish supper, from Zero Hour! (1957), a film made decades earlier to even Airport.

Shot in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, which surely should mean being a honorary Canuxploitation film, we are on the second sequel to the Turbulance films, the original 1997 film a theatrical release but followed by two straight-to-video sequels. Here, instead of who had fish for dinner, we have effectively Die Hard on a plane, the 1988 Die Hard with Bruce Willis, alongside being a big hit, also spawning the idea of films taking its basic premise, a hijacking of a skyscraper by criminals, and setting the scenes in different locations. Most films would stay with just Die Hard on a plane, but Turbulence 3 also thought they could include a Marilyn Manson stand-in, and the figure who is also our Bruce Willis. I have included spoiler warnings from the get-go as it is impossible to try to talk about this film coyly, and reading this review is not the same experience of seeing how this plays out anyway, so I feel less concern talking about this all in full detail.

The amusing touch to the film personally is that, when Sky in the United Kingdom would have even films like this premiere on pay-per-view, I remember advertising for this production. It more than likely never included this plot detail in the synopsis, which does need a tangent for any reader to explain the significance of, for those who was either living in a cave or are significantly young and oblivious to late nineties pop culture. That of Marilyn Manson, real name Brian Warner, is a musician with his titular band became a mainstream crossover group but also a very controversial one. Some who, alongside music openly influenced by Nine Inch Nails and near nu metal, had a stage act included openly Satanic imagery and even ripping pages out of Bibles onstage. Manson was also a scapegoat for the Columbine High School shootings in 1999, which are tastelessly referenced here, where he was even an interviewee in Michael Moore's Bowling for Columbine (2002) because of how much of a target he was. Here, it is obvious the writers are outsiders to heavy metal. Manson's stand in Slade Craven (John Mann) is called a death rock musician whilst a protest sign awaiting him in his introduction calls his music death metal; now, I will not be a gatekeeper and be pedantic, but music naturally tends to separate into genres and sub-genres, and those two are definitely very alien musical genres, the start of the curious genre mixing that transpires.

Craven's own music and look here is also a hodgepodge. Some is Nine Inch Nails, some close to death metal, some Placebo's PVC and Goth obsessed cousin, whilst the score itself is actually drum n bass. Slade Craven and his group are a mishmash themselves - punk, goth, black metal corpse paint, glam rock with a feather boa, and even a cowboy hat. They are also playing a "747 Flying Music Station", his last concert to be streamed online for fans off an airplane in the sky. Strangely relevant two decades later into the 2020s, where streaming concerts online was more commonplace, this however is still back when the internet was still a new thing and films like Halloween: Resurrection (2002) exist, trying to grasp at this new idea with a sense of appealing to a hip new audience. It also leads here with a lot of the film barring its airplane interior scenes being of everyone in separate rooms either watching screens or on receivers communicating to each other, economising as a result. With the airplane eventually hijacked however, with what appears to be Craven going insane originally, leads to a far more sinister concern onboard.

Ultimately this is a disaster film about landing a plane full of Craven's fans, many, rather than crashing and everyone getting killed. The initial structure is a thriller, but it eventually the same that happens in Airplane! will happen, after it is revealed there was an imposter involved, that Craven has to find a way to rescue the plane with outside help. Among those involved are an FBI agent Kate Hayden (Gabrielle Anwar) who was after a hacker Nick Watts (Craig Sheffer), a man of the people in his blue bandanna and shirt combo, arresting him in his apartment as he was hacking into the live feed and deciding to work together when they see what is happening onscreen; the FBI when they get involved; the company streaming the broadcast when things go south; and eventually air traffic control teams. This is an airplane film with a Marilyn Manson stand-in having to save the plane, even with the help of someone with only experience of virtual flight simulators, to land it which is as strange as that sounds.

This is not even when the premise gets bonkers either. Initially it comes off as if this film will demonise this figure of Slade Craven, as a negative personality who has flipped and become destructive. Baring the fact that the live feed increases in viewings when the show goes very wrong, what the real threat is turns to be even more ridiculous. A Satanic cult, with their own easily accessible website, that intend to crash the plane onto a small church in Kansas as they believe it sits on top of a gateway to Hell underneath it. It is a very strange premise, and again spoiling this does not have the same impact as actually watching the film and seeing all these twists be played straight faced. More so because this is a straight-to-video work which has to be economic, and that the one recognisable actor is Rutger Hauer as one of the pilots, with very little screen time but putting in the best acting of the cast as a veteran of many straight-to-video films more normal than this. It is funnier because, like Manson himself being Warner, still a working musician, likewise John Mann as Slade Craven gets to play the regular musician underneath the scary makeup. A musician in the midst of this scenario who has to prove his identity from his income tax, or even praying to God and taking off the occult jewellery to help with having to land the plane himself.

Is this entertaining? Absolutely and in context to this area of cinema, whilst complete cheese, it is competently made compared to many films I have seen. Chilean born director Jorge Montesi was a television and film making veteran beforehand, and would continue onwards to be especially in the former. Writer Wade Ferley only wrote this one script, more known in filmmaking as a camera operator/cinematography/director of photography on a couple of productions, clearly wanting to bring this premise he had to life or getting into this position to write a script with such a goofy yet compelling premise. Cinema has had dumb or ill advised ideas, and whilst I can imagine further interpretations of this premise which could have been funnier or more spectacular - imagine KISS, rather than the film we did get, as a four men action team in a Die Hard knockoff - this was a pleasure. More so because this is a curious genre mix, the result of trying to have to come with a new premise for a sequel, as mentioned in the first paragraph, and one which is actually entertaining. Most of these later premises and sequel plots tend to be bad or not really exploited well, merely curiosities or embarrassments for the most part. I am not surprised as, with cinema as a conveyor belt of product as it is an art form with many variables, you do struggle a great deal to come up with ideas whether good, bad or bonkers. This one is forgotten, but for anyone who does track it down, this could easily be a cult film one day because, without any context of the previous films to weigh it down, it manages to succeed in its weird creative choices for once.

Monday, 8 April 2019

Non-Abstract Review: Snakes on a Plane (2006)

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Director: David R. Ellis
Screenplay: John Heffernan and Sebastian Gutierrez
Cast: Samuel L. Jackson as Neville Flynn; Julianna Margulies as Claire Miller; Nathan Phillips as Sean Jones; Rachel Blanchard as Mercedes; Flex Alexander as Three G's; Kenan Thompson as Troy; Keith Dallas as Big Leroy; Lin Shaye as Grace; Bruce James as Ken; Sunny Mabrey as Tiffany

Synopsis: Neville Flynn (Samuel L. Jackson), an agent of the FBI, has to take a witness Sean Jones (Nathan Phillips) on a commercial airplane to testify against a Hawaiian based mob boss. The crime lord however sets a trap to kill said witness and everyone on the flight to dispose of Sean Jones - countless snakes, pent up with a special hormone, almost all of them venomous and pissed off.

Being of the right age growing up in the Snakes on a Plane hype, it's bizarre someone at New Line Pictures thought this would've been a box office smash. Maybe if it had been a PG-13, but as has been commented on by other articles, including nudity and violence (alongside swearing) for an R to appease the internet hype was seen as an own goal in terms of reducing a potential audience. It was also an odd production to hype knowing Syfy original movies, growing into the late 2000s to 2010s, marked the point that the monster film had tragically dissipated over the decades as a mainstream Hollywood plot type. Whilst monster and killer animal films have been made over the years (like Anaconda (1997)), it's turned permanently into a b-movie genre and knocked down usually into straight-to-TV and DVD work; the ordinary American public to this day still appreciate disaster films, superheroes and an occasional monster film if its King Kong or Godzilla, but not an audience necessarily for a title which became arguably the first cinematic internet meme. The internet, whilst this is a fascinating case of the web influencing Hollywood that'd appear in the future, tends to be loader than its actual size, an echo chamber at times which doesn't shown an accurate gauge for a target audience, so it doesn't necessarily dictate it'll be an actual succeed to Joe-Public.

Snakes on a Plane goes as far back as 1992, when David Dalessandro, the associate vice chancellor of university development at the University of Pittsburgh, read an article that year about Indonesian brown tree snakes climbing onto planes during World War I, producing a screenplay called Venom as a result. Eventually this script would be green lit for an actual film, all the way into the 2000s, and the internet became obsessed with the title "Snakes on a Plane" and how ridiculous the premise sounded. Samuel L. Jackson came aboard just for said title, lamenting the consideration of changing it to Pacific Air 121 and the internet relished the idea in fan art and memes before the film even came out, arguably the first example of internet hype that now exists for modern blockbusters.

The fan parodies eventually became so part of the hype that, for another major detail, they helped influence what the final film would be through reshoots. As mentioned, what was originally PG-13 had new scenes with harsher, ghoulish content appropriate from a director who made Final Destination sequels. And one parody, a fake audio trailer by Chris Rohan, rifted on Jackson's notoriety for swearing like a sailor in films, leading to  the phrase "I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!" which was crow barred into the final script.

Snakes as a Plane as an actual film conveys my weird love-hate relationship with b-movies. As much as their virtues remind me of my love of them, most are always never giving what is promised in the advertising or offer something generic like a few action scenes when I prefer mine to be inventive or weird. Snakes on a Plane still had to be a mainstream production so it's straight laced and very predictable in spite of how that premise promises so much, placing all its eggs on showing the fucking snakes on a fucking plane but as a result playing everything else like the kind of film the Zucker brothers parodied in Airplane! (1980), even down to someone having to take control of the plane, not because of the pilots having fish for dinner this time but because of the damned snakes. Archetypes and stereotypes are cast as a result - tough cop (Jackson), the witness (Phillips), a tough female air hostess (Julianna Margulies), and a variety of stock figures from the finely manicured, blonde socialite with a pet Chihuahua in her bag to the snooty, mean business man not happy first class is not available.

Snakes on a Plane is fun film, which I am not going to deny, when you just take it as a spectacle, not surprisingly playing out as a lurid funfair ride. But as always been a problem for me, once I think about a film like this, and compare it to other far more unique b-movies, it's a predictable one too as a result which could've been rewritten as an airplane disaster film. It reveals the problem with b-movies in that I, like many, love their existence but many of them are actually middle of the road to compensate for their wild premises. They feel like either they could've go further or had to pull back to make a film still commercial, many offering premises just in the advertising which (still to this day) are far less interesting than the wild ideas a viewer can day dream about.

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Why foreign language or straight-to-video "rip-offs", from the Italian genre films to Turksploitation, for their lower budgets developed fan followings is because they could get away with wilder ideas or be legitimately unpredictable in what the hell could take place in the next ten minutes, something sadly you can't say about Snakes on a Plane. The closest things in terms of interest is the inclusion of an egotistic rapper on the flight, Flex Alexander as Three G's, who turns out to be an immense germaphobe with stress issues, or that David Koechner from the Anchorman films is here as a chauvinistic but still lovable co-pilot.

There is also the issue, whilst I did appreciate some of the sick humour in gags about the snakes attacking from idiosyncratic places, and that even as CGI they don't look dreadful even in the current day, that I find disaster films actually problematic in how they kill off random bystanders on mass for spectacle. I've always found it worse even than slashers which, for their obsession with just murder scenes, at least focus on characters and give them some personalities and time to exist even as one-dimensional stereotypes. Something about mass death of faceless individuals feels morally grotesque for me, and its worst that this film has jarring tonal shifts between the spectacle and, in lieu of being a disaster film at heart, having serious dramatic scenes where you are meant to care for these bland figures' lives.

Snakes on a Plane also feels surprisingly cobbled together - for a film that got so much immediate attention, even getting a band formed together for it (Cobra Starship) to make a theme and a music video for the ending, it feels choppily put together. Even beyond that additional, harsher content was added later, characters like the witness (a bland baby faced figure in Nathan Phillips in the first place) wandering off screen for major lengths of time and a sense of being hastily constructed despite being a very simple premise. The main villain, shockingly, never reappears after the prologue despite being the one who thinks causing a plane, full of innocent people, to crash out of the sky with snakes was a good way to eliminate a witness to one of his crimes, probably one of the bigger and glaring examples of these structural holes.

The fact this was meant to be more family friendly is felt too. Its bright colours, starting from its initial Hawaiian locations, and tone are a time stamp of the mid to late 2000s (alongside Cobra Starship never being a thing beyond 2006 Kerrang magazines for me), but alongside a cast including two children, it's a film that's still clearly meant for a wider audience that what it was in tone. It can add some bared breasts, have a snake bite them, compensate for having a man's cock being bitten, and have Samuel L. Jackson swear, it's still a mainstream Hollywood production which was aiming for higher risk stakes than a usual b-movie could. Something belies what was a New Line Cinema product that got greater intrigue in pop culture that it should've, not only doomed by being mispresumed for greater reward, but also with the issue that most films like this at this scale get neutered anyway. Even if it was still an Asylum mockbuster, I've heard at least Snakes on a Train (2006) involved a misappropriation of Voodoo and a giant CGI snake eating a train, the kind of material (whilst likely poorly executed) that a viewer would secretly want, with all the risk and strangeness but usually never getting a budget without removing these odd tangents. The irony is that, briefly with details like adding gore and that expletive filled line for Jackson, the fans did get a chance to influence what film they wanted; they still got, however, a narrative as usual though that these details were bolted onto.

After it premiered in 2006, Snakes on a Plane gained $62 million worldwide from its  $33 million budget, not bad but with its initial opening weekend seen as disappointing to the point David Tuckerman, New Line's president of distribution, found its expectations to be a disappointment. It was The Golden Compass (2007), a misfire in terms of trying to make a commercial property out of Philip Pullman's acclaimed (but also controversial) children's fantasy literature, that was arguably the production that killed New Line Cinema, but they had a string of failures running up to it that, with Snakes on a Plane's not being the ultra hit they wanted, probably didn't help financially. Over ten years later, and barring some articles celebrating the film, I wonder if anyone remembers Snakes on a Plane enough to have a huge cult; I'm still surprised I once read of this film in film magazines like Total Film anticipating some cult phenomenon to take place in the news sections, the mediocre reactions leading to an immediate (and deathly) silence soon after like many films that magazine or Empire even plaster on their front covers. It's still a fascinating legacy that arguably has a greater legacy, as the internet, whilst an echo chamber at times, is behind a lot of films and how they are shaped or seen in the culture.

Probably the saddest things are a) this had a chance to take a premise that, usually on even lower budgets, has died out beyond very cheap schlock in terms of monster films and squandered the chance to be completely over-the-top, and b) connects to the strange tale that despite creating the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise, and just succeeding so much with the Lord of the Rings trilogy a few years earlier, New Line Cinema still dissipated and was eventually swallowed up by another company. That Snakes on a Plane still made quite a bit of money back but was still being seen as a bad investment just feels like a kick whilst they were falling over.


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