Friday, 26 June 2020

Cinema of the Abstract 2019-2020 Awards

Part 1

A second year of these awards, and not only is it a nice breath of fresh air to be indulgent, it feels more important as I considered not even having this, only to realise the necessary to stop and focus on the last year. The delay means that the "year" is between June (18th) 2019 and the middle of June 2020, but the detail of what stood out among so many reviews, and what was gained, is worthwhile regardless pedantic timing.

Ahead of myself, I will say that I intend to take a new subtle direction with the blog, nothing drastic at the moment but that I am going to clean items up. The updates to Blogger.com itself have influenced the look of the work itself, but in terms of what and how I am covering material, I have already detailed this HERE but want to add a new detail. Even from that, I have reconsidered ideas from that blog post to streamline the entire blog further. Until that point where those ideas take full effect, let us close "Season Two" with all the fascinating details of the period.

By starting off with the less the memorable work covered, but hey, start from the bottom and work our way up.

 


Most Disappointing

The Summer of the Massacre (2011)

Dishonourable Mentions: Blubberella (2011); Swept Away (2002); Double Down (2005); Xtro II (1990)

With any series of reviews, you will unfortunately come across some disappointments. I have decided, as last time, not to use the term "Worst" as it feels cruel and unfair to use the term.  This is more so as, subjectively, no film can be the worst even if on a large consensus if it can be proven to have one fan. These for me are those that a) were undermined by the weight of expectation or b) really missed the mark badly. Also, yes, I covered Cats (2019), which has already become a notorious failure, but it still did not get on the list. I would gladly revisit the film, and I have to confess to even having fond memories of it, all in spite of it having been dreadful on that viewing and the fact that, trekking to a cinema to see how bad it could be, it led to me being stuck walking home at night afterwards. This is all because of how "jellicle cats" can sometimes pop into my thoughts unexpectedly.

As for the list itself, morally the remake Swept Away should have taken the award. For its first half it is a serviceable, if inferior, take on Lina Wertmüller's intentionally uncomfortable film on gender politics from 1974. What Guy Ritchie and then-wife Madonna's English language remake did afterwards, with a tale of a chauvinist working class man and a spoilt wife of a rich man stuck on an island together, is wrongheaded and even kept in the mock attempted rape scene for what is now meant to be a sincere tale of doomed romance. The film is one of the most tone deaf projects one could ever conceive, full of utterly putrid syrup in the midst of it which stinks of complete egotism.

But, you have a lot of competition. Xtro II is a rare case of a film even its director hates, belonging to that category of films borrowing from Alien (1979) its entire plot but not doing anything remotely of interest. Double Down (2005) was my first Neil Breen film, and yet even as a defender of very divisive low budget work, it was effectively Breen making himself a hero by way of a convoluted hodgepodge of humanitarian ideas and not a lot of interesting content; the only interesting aspect is that, with its monologues from its director-start over metaphorical imagery, this was effectively non-budget Terence Malick is you think about it hard enough if no way near as good. Blubberella (2011) was unfortunately my first Uwe Boll film on the blog, and whilst it seems pointless to punch down a director everyone else punched down, the sad folly of making this shot-by-shot parody of another of his films, but without preparation or time as research suggests, lead to him fall into some egregious and even tasteless jokes. Blackface tastelessness to be blunt, which should have been idiotic back in 2011, but is worse now to consider in 2020.

The Summer of the Massacre (2011) sadly takes the first position however as, whilst finding a soft spot of special effect creator and director Joe Castro, the film was an unbearable experience above the others. A slasher film anthology with the record for the highest body count has one huge artistic choice, to be as nihilistic and grotesque as possible, that made it tediously awful to sit through. Even if the artistic style, a Bosch-like hell of post-computer effect collage, is compelling to witness, the attitude and tone became unendurable without any point to it. It is a sad award to give out as a result as another film on the list involving Madonna should have won it, but this sadly turned out worse.

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The No-Budget Award

Who Killed Captain Alex? (2010)/Crazy World (2014)/Bad Black (2016)

Honourable Mentions: Hallucinations (1986); Terror Toons 3 (2015); Scary Movie (1991); Death Metal Zombies (1995)

The title might offend some, who might prefer "Micro-Budget", but this award is named after the podcast No-Budget Nightmares, which was entirely responsible for my interest and open-mindedness to this type of cinema, to which this award is hence a tribute to the show.

Why do I watch these films? Unpredictability and their sense of hard earned filmmaking on little budgets. Death Metal Zombies (1995) is the stereotype for what this type of cinema is, a shot-on-video zombie film with homemade production and goofiness, but it lives up to that title and even managed to get a soundtrack of actual death metal to boot. In contrast, it can be debated that Scary Movie (1991), not to be confused with the 2001 parody film, is not as low budget enough to qualify, but it would be a shame to not give this long unavailable regional production one nod in this series of posts. Entirely built around a single idea, that there might be a killer hidden themselves in a haunted house and a character as our lead who is already of a nervous disposition before he learns of this, Scary Movie works as a low budget horror film. Not complex in narrative, not unpredictable, but idiosyncratic and moody and all you could wish for.

In complete contrast, Terror Toons 3 (2015) really is the kind of mad production that is an acquired taste, in the same grimy ballpark of The Summer of the Massacre (2011) but thankfully, from Joe Castro as well, contrasting that earlier production by being so much intentionally stranger and having a sense of humour, even if it is a grotesque humour that will put some people off. Meanwhile, Hallucinations (1986), in which three young men, with no other resources or cast members, shot this horror film on video at home, is both strange but also has everything that encapsulates these films' instinctual motto, that they originated from ordinary film fans like myself managing to put a production together regardless of their restrictions.

But one film director and his home community above every other has to take the prize. A studio which takes that motto, and became an honest-to-God fairy tale that happened in real life, a timeline shown in three films taking the prize all directed by Nabwana (I.G.G.) Isaac Geoffrey Godfrey.  Never was there a beautiful tale, than the community of Wakaliga, and their Wakaliwood studio, throughout the 2010s than when Who Killed Captain Alex, a low budget action film made in a community where they literally had little resources, exploded online in popularity and a sincere love thankfully took over than irony. The timeline is skewered as Crazy World came after Bad Black, because it was premiered in a final version in 2019 at the Toronto International Film Festival, but they show the progression and love I.G.G. clearly put in his work. So this award rightly goes to the commandos of Ugandan action cinema.

 

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Best Production

The Lighthouse (2019)

Honourable Mentions: Serial Experiments Lain (1998); Psycho (1960); Don't Hug Me. I'm Scared (2011-16); In Fabric (2018)

Also it is worth mentioning is Our Lady of the Turks (1968) and Horse Money (2014), two wildly different types of films that could have easily taken this award, which as my award is a nod to all aspects to production from the cinematography to the production design itself.

All the films that have gotten honourable mentions are such a diverse selection, which shows just what "production", and the craft of everyone involved in any project, can entail and should not be ignored. From all the various forms of animation used in Don't Hug Me. I'm Scared to Psycho in its original context, a risk in Alfred Hitchcock's career that required him to film in monochrome with the camera crew from his television work, to Peter Strickland's alien and weird horror film with tinges of British hauntology and Serial Experiments Lain, the one TV series on the list, being an anime series which was allowed to be experimental whilst working on a television schedule, this is a fascinating handful to watch to see how, in live action and animation, diverse and unique productions can look.

The winner The Lighthouse really encapsulates this in creating its own world, a pre-20th century reality, of nautical Lovecraftian horror which went out of its way to even use archaic camera equipment from the early 1900s to having a 1.19:1 aspect ratio. Again, any of these projects could deserve the award; The Lighthouse admittedly wins because somehow this film was released by a major American studio in 2019 and was a success without compromise to its vision.

 

 

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The Weirdest

And now for one of the indulgent awards, as I have always adored the Weirdest in cinema, and culture in general, and I relished this as much as last year to write even if structually this looks very different on page to the other awards.

How do you define the weirdest in a blog about the abstract? A question asked in the first award posts, but the answer was simple then and now - those works which truly baffle in their existence, whose histories are peculiar, or are weird by purpose or accident. It is an award where some of the most abstract and even surreal work might not even appear, because this list is designed for the "weird" of what I have covered is less about the mood, but the stories and contexts for work that baffle the mind instead.

It is also the category with probably the biggest list of candidates, leaving some off due to the size of the list.  Our Lady of the Turks (1968), Camelo Bene's first film, is a strange and surreal odyssey, but I would consider that it is not "weird", even if it does have the peculiar sight of Bene injecting his own buttock in the middle of the outdoor section of a cafe. The Bride of Frank (1996), a true obscurity of no budget filmmaking from New York City, is practically as rancid as most of its content deliberately is, a peculiar slice of tangent ridden weirdness. And Rinse Dream's Nightdreams 3 (1991), whilst will be seen as a disappointment after the aesthetically rich adult films like Cafe Flesh (1982), is still the less conventional porn film you could watch in its continuous repetition and extreme level of limited production value. It also says a lot that Xtro (1983), Hallucinations and Ticket of No Return (1979) did not even get on the list either, and many viewers not used to this type of cinema would find them strange.

 

15. Speaking of adult films, what does one say of Batpussy (1973)? No one can confirm who made it, what the actual names of the amateur cast are, and how it came to be. The only way someone has possibly confirmed where it was made is due to a tattoo on the lead male's buttocks. All we know is that it is likely the first parody adult film, in which Batman is now a woman who travels by way of Space Hopper, that the main couple's bickering is a little bit close to home, and that a print was discovered in an old closed cinema. That print became an obsession for the company Something Weird Video, and now we can watch it in a 2K Blu Ray Restoration. If that isn't weird, what is?

14. Speaking of inexplicable, explain how television studio NBC came to creating Steel Justice (1992) as a television pilot? A cyberpunk dystopia is one thing that can sell as a premise, with a stereotypical moody male cop, but then you add an ageless wizard trying to teach him how to be able to grow small things into large things. Then add that the cop has a toy robot dinosaur possessed by the soul of his slain son, which when turned big in the conclusion is an excuse to use real life spectacle Robosaurus as existing spectacle, a literal machine-vehicle hybrid used in spectacle shows to crush cars and project fire from its flamethrowers. Not surprisingly, this did not get a full season, but God only imagine how they would try to write episode 2.

13. Terror Toons 3 (2015) came as a grimy, sick and compelling bizarre surprise. I revisited the original 2002 Terror Toons out of a curious sense of nostalgia, fully aware I hated the film when I watched it a long time ago, but softening to its existence as an adult regardless of it not being my cup of tea. Thanks to Terror Toons, its director Joe Castro, an obscure and prolific micro budget director who works as well as a practical effects designer, is in my radar to watch as much of his work as possible and cover it, particularly out of a growing fascination with individuals like him who make many films over the years in this territory. It is also as much because of this perplexing mash-up of a film-long massacre of a hospital, and a perverse take on Little Red Riding Hood with added werewolf cock and homoeroticism, a concoction that drilled itself into my brain. The aesthetic alone, an early Carcass grindcore album cover for Saturday morning cartoons and done with digital collage, is something you have never witnessed.

12. Managing to be even more horrifying - how has an adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Cats (2019) managed to get onto this list? Oh boy, how could it not, from the controversy surrounding just a trailer, to director Tom Hooper's misguided idea to create digitally realistic cats sculpted from their human cast members, to the actual experience of the production when watched. From the fact the premise is twisted the longer you think about it - a death cult when humanoid cats win the chance to die in a talent contest - to all the sudden intrigue of an alternative early cut with the buttholes on the cats un-erased which became a Twitter phenomenon in early 2020, I find myself every time thinking about Cats being amused and delighted by it. Rarely do mainstream Hollywood disasters really qualify as strange, but this managed to be a rare example of such.

11. Continuing on with music, Broken (1993) in its mere existence is strange. When a famous musician, Trent Reznor, feels so trapped in his record contract he felt he had to have a fake snuff film horror short commissioned to accompany his angry industrial metal album, it is not something you commonly see. Even the history and elusiveness of the creation when you include it in the short's narrative, that it has never been properly released or how many times Reznor has been aware of it being "leaked" over the decades, (secretly by himself in many cases), adds to its bizarre nature as a production.

10. Raul Ruiz deservedly gets a place on this list, and like last year when he got on this list, it is two films for the price of one. The Golden Boat (1990), one of his only American films, is bizarre as a dreamlike and dark tale of a killer who doesn't die, shoes in piles being discovered on the streets of New York City, and Ruiz taking clichés from American television and soap operas and mangling them. The Wandering Soap Opera (2017) structurally has a poignant but added oddness; long after his death in 2011, Ruiz is still having films premiere in film festivals because he made so much and because his widow Valeria Sarmiento, bless her as an accomplished film maker in her own right and editor of many of his productions, is uncovering unfinished projects and releasing them in a final form. This, a project from a filming workshop, has the added poignancy of being the first time he stepped back on Chilean soil, an exile from his homeland, whilst still being as strange as The Golden Boat, between people developing eggs out of their armpits and soap operas about people watching soap operas.

9. Even Raul Ruiz though might have found All This and World War II (1976) perplexing though. As it is a 20th Century Fox project, unless the rumours are true the prints were destroyed after its theatrical run, this is another title that the House of Mouse are going to sit on and do nothing with. It would be difficult to try to sell why it even came to be mind though, and I would not be surprised that, even if Hell froze over and we got a public release, many would watch it without scratching their heads. Blame the attempt to cash on Beatlemania, even into the seventies after the Fab Four split up, as it led to their music being rerecorded by the likes Rod Stewart or Keith Moon, spliced to a visual archive history of how World War II started and ended. It is one of those projects I cannot believe actually existed. Rob Stewart barking Get Back whilst Nazi goose-stepping footage is manipulated to make them look like they are retreating is at least creative; trying to explain I Am The Walrus covered by Leo Sayer over the Pearl Harbour attack or the Americans in the Pacific War in combat is absolutely perplexing, and that is just one such example.

8. Tusk (2014) is another "mainstream" film which is strange in its existence. If it had just been an ironically bad film as I had been led to presume it to be, where Kevin Smith came up with the premise on an episode of podcast, getting fans to vote whether to make a walrus based horror movie or not, then I would have not covered Tusk unless out of morbid curiosity. That he decided to make a film that is sincere in its darkness, both in the gruesome practical effects and the psychological drama it involves, but also has an extended dialogue about poutine causing extreme diarrhea is a juggling act that got the film on the list.

7. Sincerely made and entirely without potential irony, Surviving Edged Weapons (1988) is an instructional training video for police officers about tackling knife and bladed weapon attacks. Not a parody, an actual instruction training video few might know of, and I only know of because some people have created a little cult around it. The testimony is sincere, and it should be respected for its thought and emotion on the subject. The video also starts with a caveman shanking another one with an edged weapon and gets stranger from there, hence why it is here. From unexpected Satanic panic set pieces to a literal wig splitting, this instructional video is compelling as much as cult film viewing as it has to be admired for its heart on its sleeve.

6. Some may consider it cheating to include an entry from last year's class on this year's category again, and next year I am banning rewatches from these awards. Before that rule comes into play, let us cheat once because last year I mentioned how I was still thinking of the web series of Lasagna Cat (2007-2017), feeling my review back then (multiple parted too) was not good enough and deciding to return to the project here. Here I can close the book on this massive Fatal Farm project, still in hindsight on of the most ambitious and peculiar projects for the web you can find, in its ambition in the second season, that came ten years later out of the blue, to a five plus hour final episode which ends on a gruesome reincarnation metaphor for the Garfield newspaper strip. It is something so magnificently unique it does deserve to cheat and appear twice. 

5. On the Air (1992) managed however to be even weirder from merely a few episodes because, whilst he only directed the first episode and wrote the last, it is a cancelled David Lynch television series where he was allowed to make a comedy. It has all his idiosyncrasies and peculiarities but with a new touch that, after starting the series on a high in the pilot, his Twin Peak era collaborators had to try to follow him. They managed to, and with increasingly added numbers of ducks along the way, this comedy set on a ninety fifties variety show is weird.

4. Following from this, the next two entries are the micro budget oddities. Wicked World (1991), which has gained a Blu Ray release from American Genre Film Archives, is a problematic film at times, trying too much in its extremity and with a dated view on political correctness, but from the lead actor of Things (1989), this Canadian exploitation production is a strange production. Built over multiple decades, cut and placed together with an erratic pace, and an end credit sequence as prolonged as the choking sequence from Hip Hop Locos (2001), it became one of the highest ranked films this year in terms of the Abstract Rating and for good reason.

3. Just beating it however is Love on a Leash (2011), also from an actor who on her own imitative created a shot on digital film, as erratically put together but from the 2010s in which a princess and a frog fairy tale is depicted with emotional whiplashes, incredible amounts of darkness before you get a happy ending, and an annoying jokey voice over for a talking dog.

2.  In terms of a premise that managed to stand higher above everyone else than this however, Gus Van Sant's Psycho (1998), in which he remade Alfred Hitchcock's seminal thriller shot-by-shot, is undoubtedly one of the strangest projects to have ever been executed. It is a deeply flawed, baffling and yet a production which, as someone who admires the original film but does not consider it Hitchcock's finest, has a compelling nature to it trying to update not only the premise but update it in (almost) exact replica as a cinematic séance. Again like Cats, but a significantly better film for all its failings, this is a rare Hollywood production which does confound in its existence.

1. What is the only thing above it and everything else, the project whose history is so weird that it wins the award as well as built its notoriety over the years before I encountered it? One of the most notorious and strangest productions to have come from mainstream American television, in which the king of gritty cop shows, executive producer Steven Bochco, decided to make another for the new decade of the ninety nineties but make it also a musical. When Cop Rock (1990) plummets, it is embarrassing, but when it succeeds, it is spectacular. Trying to still tackle police corrupt and crime in Los Angeles, uncomfortably prescient to the Rodney King beating and following riots that would take place in Los Angeles only a few years later, it is ambitious with one of its main plot threads being a corrupt cop shooting an African American suspect dead, but also has songs shown in elaborate dance sequences between ballads to hip hop. Even today due to the unfortunate issues we are still tackling in terms of racism and the place of police, this show has managed to stay relevant, even if there is also a song about selling babies on the black market. The contradiction makes it still peculiar to sit through, and when it was good, I found it deserved so much more praise than it ever got back in its day.

 

To Be Continued....

Thursday, 25 June 2020

Air Conditioner (2020)

Director: Fradique

Screenplay: Fradique and Ery Claver

Cast: José Kiteculoa as Matacedo; Filomena Manuel as Zézinha; David Caracol as Mino; Tito Spyck as Tito; Sacerdote as Kudurista; Filipe Kamela Paly as Filipe; Wilson Medradas as Wilson

 

Trapped in obscurantism, in whateverland

 

Air Conditioner was a disappointment. Made in Southern African country of Angola, a tantalising prospect in seeing a film from a country whose cinema is rarely distributed widely, this lightly surreal tale has a fantastically odd and banal premise. That, in the midst of scorching weather, the country of Angola is going through a bizarre and continuous episode of every air condition malfunctioning in the country. Not merely failure - falling off the sides of buildings which have also caused a lot of deaths as a result.

Over seventy two minutes, the only dynamic arch is that the lead Matacedo (José Kiteculoa), constantly prompted by friend and a strong female figure Zézinha (Filomena Manuel), has to get her boss' air conditioner fixed or she will have to suffer his complaints further. Beyond this, where the country is blaming China for faulty ACs and the heat is agonising, it is not a long bow to draw that this is partially an environmental metaphor. The world we see is a regular urban city, where ever one is getting along with their humdrum lives, but the environment is cramped, there are few if any trees, and all this technology (as represented by the ACs) is prompt breaking to pieces.

At one point, the issue at hand is so bad that, in one of the best sequences, it is literally raining ACs from the sky at mass from buildings. That it is just an ordinary event in a back alley shows how bad the situation has gotten to. It is never explained why this is better, which is for the better, because it is entirely a subjective metaphor. In fact, the mere fact this is happening, and where people can die even without an AC landing on their head, suggests an unstoppable force rupturing the world.

Unfortunately, whilst I am content with a mood piece, not a lot really transpires of interest in Air Conditioner. In fact, Fradique's film, his first theatrical film, is too serious and sombre for its own good, without a lot to drive it. Large portions of the film really embrace the camera following actors from behind, or there are many scenes which lets the diverse score of music take priority over the images; these do not sadly grow as much mood or development in meaning as one could hope.

The only distinct plot change, which suggests more than just the environmental message but also an existential one, is that after waiting impatiently for Mr. Mino (David Caracol), the man who runs the repair shop meant to have fixed the AC, Matacedo and eventually Zézinha learn he has managed to find a way to capture memories on VHS tape. Shown at the end of the film credits in full, they are snippets and life and activity, the film offering that this world (i.e. ours) is losing itself into a mindless bustle. Mino himself has already enclosed himself in his own weird world where, with trees inside his garage which he says will be the last and preserved there, he intends to sit out the world with a car which cannot actually be driven and instead is there for its great air conditioning inside. Something like this, when it appears, is compelling. Likewise, initially thinking something had gone wrong with the version I saw, there are moments as well where no one is talking but there are subtitles onscreen, almost if not all psychic communication, which Matacedo is shown to be able to communicate in. This intrigues in the sense that it will lead to an idea even if it is purely irrational.

Sadly, Air Conditioner never embraces these details. With a score full of jazz and dissonant piano keys, and a rich world to work with, where people scrounge fallen ACs for money and checkers are played with bottle caps at the side of shops, I wish the film had embraced the absurdities alongside its grounded, drama based reality. It did evoke the type of world cinema I grew up with in the 2000s and gained a lifelong fan, because it could show the locations of countries around the world in full, realistic detail but could have the unpredictable in plot and content. Instead, Air Conditioner is portentous to a detriment, which is worse as already you did not need that layer at all. The world, in its natural portrayal even with strange plot mechanisations, is grounded enough as it is to take in. With characters like Zézinha really standing out as a no-nonsense woman who likes Matacedo, who in himself is an older man on the cusp of having to consider his life and what is of worth within it, these are characters who we could have invested in if more was provided. But neither actor gets a lot to work with, and Air Conditioner never moves to a further area or message of interest. It is such a shame as I was excited by this film immensely.

Abstract Spectrum: Eccentric/Moody

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): None


Wednesday, 24 June 2020

Showgirls 2: Penny's from Heaven (2011)

Director: Rena Riffel

Screenplay: Rena Riffel

Cast: Rena Riffel as Penny Slot; ; Glenn Plummer as James 'Jimmy' Smith; Greg Travis as Phil; Dewey Weber as Jeffrey; Peter Stickles as Godhardt Brandt; Shelley Michelle as Katya Vardiova; Ford Austin as Mr. Von Brausen; Paula Labaredas as Maria Strauss; Hoyt Richards as Det. John Clayburn; Blanca Blanco as Mrs. Von Brausen

...instead I've been slumming around a dirty pole all the strippers like to lick for some reason.

Contextually it is fascinating in how Showgirls 2: Penny's from Heaven ever came to be. Let a film license lie long enough, even if it is famous or infamous, and you can buy the rights and make a sequel as has happened here. This is not the final case either, as Easy Rider (1969) of all things, despite being a film which helped kicked the door in for a new radical Hollywood into the seventies, had the rights to a sequel bought by filmmaker Dustin Rikert, who proceeded to make a 2012 low budget prequel which politically was a total paradox to the original. Showgirls 2 is interesting in that it is one of the cast of the original film who has created this film, Rena Riffel, which makes more sense. She returns to the character she played as years later, even bringing back actors from the original like Glenn Plummer in cameo roles, Plummer for example now trying to sells his "Life Sucks" t-shirts and occasionally appearing in this story once in a while. Also, this is a sequel to Showgirls (1995), the notorious Paul Verhoeven production that is one of the most divisive and polarising in his career, a personification of camp, so this film's existence is influenced by the shadow of the original film's reputation.

This however raises the immediate issue, in which the question of why I have ambivalent feelings to this sequel has to be considered, as this is a sequel trying to follow from Showgirls, the infamous NC-17 rated box office bomb which turned into a cult film. Showgirls is notorious yet, from the day French filmmaker Jacques Rivette proclaimed his love for the film1, the number of defenders have grown over the years. It is also a curious creation - to consider a film this sexually explicit or adult was once viewed as a potential box office hit is alien after two decades, but that it is also a very high budget film with production vague (even with Prince on the soundtrack) is another layer of its uniqueness in cinema too. Its existence, and how much changed in Hollywood in terms of a target audience, can be surmised in how its screenwriter Joe Eszterhas was once a huge figure who could earn huge sums of money just from premises, not even full scripts, such as $1.5 million for a two-page outline (among other aspects of the deal) for Jade (1995). Eszterhas is a huge factor to consider for Showgirls and how it turned out, among many, for his lurid potboilers with idiosyncratic dialogue and significantly having enough influence at one point he could demand his work be un-tampered with, or at least have his stamp over the material if it was not rewritten.

But let us not dismiss Dutch filmmaker Paul Verhoeven, who at one point managed to have box office clout for very adult films at this period, also of this time alien to ours now, a director I hold as an incredible filmmaker but also one who has flown too close to the sun at times for his uncomfortable depictions of sex and violence. If a later film like Elle (2016) however attests to something, it proved that he was always the subversive who could find inspired directions with the materials, that for every time he stepped to close to his detractors' views on him (Hollow Man (2000), although that is worth a re-evaluation), he at his best is complex. Trying to work with the script for Showgirls, after the success of their collaboration Basic Instinct (1992), it is clear he had to wrangle around Eszterhas' voice, the final film having a split personality knowing the director was working the material in a subversive way, but that it was also utterly tawdry and ridiculous.

That is a l-o-n-g prologue before we get to Rena Riffel's sequel, but in contrast, Penny's from Heaven feels improvised and with trying to follow the cult aura the prequel had, specifically that it developed a camp fan base. Ultra low budget cinema is, to be frank, erratic in its qualities and is an acquired taste but even for a connoisseur like myself, there is a knife point between engaging as accidental surrealism, or admiring the hard work trying to put it together, and something which is a nightmare to sit through. Feeling its two and a half hour length, longer than the original, that running time proves probably one of the film's biggest if not most vulnerable Achilles' heels. Maybe if it had been ridiculous, say four hours, the result might have been compelling as a strange chimera, but the film only gets a semblance of focus halfway through when Penny (the director-writer herself) eventually goes on her journey to join a TV dancing variety show called Stardancer, an obsession as much as wanting to become a ballet dancer despite that being something you usually start as a child.

The film finally reaches a plot, after a prologue including a female serial killer dressed as Marilyn Monroe and a trip to Mulholland Dr, when Penny meets Godhardt Brandt (Peter Stickles) and Katya Vardiova (Shelley Michelle) twenty minutes into the film. Shelley Michelle is fascinating in the sense, in a career where she has played the body double for actresses like Kim Basinger and Julia Roberts, her work outside of this film could have played to a fascinatingly weird twist on a Vertigo-story for the micro budget. Peter Stickles was a complete surprise, as I immediately recognised him from James Cameron Mitchell's Shortbus (2006), a drama where the cast had real sex (explicitly shown) on camera, but was not an adult porn film that prioritised the sex, instead a great film which focused on the drama as an ensemble story, but did not pretend to depict the sex by faking it.

He is, by far, the best performance in the cast, though even he has to work around like comparing Penny in sex service as fast-food. The dialogue, and the film in general, is off in its own little world of its own. It also has pretensions, which is also a huge issue, as at times it feels like the film wants to be deliberately silly, and then suddenly Rena Riffel wants to deal with the Madonna/Whore complex, without subtlety having Katya calls herself the Madonna and Penny the whore. I have been apprehensive about the review as, having defending films in this category in the past, there is a greater guilt as this is a rare example directed and created by a woman, which sucks in terms of dismissing it when most (Things (1989), After Last Season (2009)) have I have admired for their "peculiarities" are usually made by men. There is however two arguments to make. One is that I have covered films by female filmmakers in this area - a film like Love on a Leash (2011) that, for all its egregious content, unexpectedly became sincere and truly weird or that I have to just think of the Doris Wishman films I have seen over the years. The other is that I feel, unfortunately, Rena Riffel thought this film would be more profound than it turned out, whilst also having her cake and eating it with the camp edge, particularly as, in its one great virtues, a lot of side characters being gay men or transgender people evoke a more diverse world of catty one-liners I wish had been leaned into.

I sincerely think Riffel wanted to also make this a film indebted to David Lynch, which is not a surprise as the other prominent film she was in is Mulholland Dr. (2001), explicitly evoking the beginning where, instead of a disorientated Laura Harring entering the titular street, it is Penny in a blood stained white dress. Scenes start to make sense when I realise she is trying to riff off his - Shelley Michelle smearing white face cream in madness is clearly based on Diane Ladd with the red lipstick in Wild at Heart (1990), as is the abrupt godlike appearance of a man with dwarfism who offers advice to Penny to talk to the Black Madonna, and is never mentioned again.

The entire esoteric subplot is also abrupt. This Showgirls sequel has Godhardt being part of a Freemasons group, influenced by the teachings of real Russian occultist Madame Blavatsky, entering their lodge which, alongside having a window mural of The Wizard of Oz with added Nazi swastikas, leads to the strangest moment of the whole film. Where a man dressed like Satan, including red facial prosthetics, sings accompanied by a guitarist with a special chicken mask that covers their whole head, an egg dangling off and an exposed brain. If Penny's From Heaven had gone this direction, with the direction of Showgirls if it had become occult, I would have been onboard as this is certainly a bizarre and memorable sequel.

This is not the direction the film goes. Most of the films I have talked of have been under ninety minutes or less. Showgirls 2: Pennies from Heaven enters this ballpark of bizarre outsider cinema, and could have used the weight of its length to its advantage even by accident. The kind of weird where, no matter how cheap and ridiculous it would be, it transcends into something truly bizarre and compellingly so. Not for everyone, but the fan base or the morbidly curious will become obsessed with over time. Cinematography wise, it is jarring, from the huge production value of the original film, to see the film having to signpost the initial Las Vegas setting with a photograph or seeing a strip club depicted with an outdoor bar. On the other hand, the ordinary and tacky Americana on display would have been perfect as a contrast, from the plastic marlin fish on a wall to a plastic indoor wishing well. It annoying never gets to this.

Notable as well, in contrast to most micro budget films not being able to hire cast who may be comfortable doing nude scenes, Penny's from Heaven is very explicit even if Showgirls was far more lurid, mostly because Rena Riffel herself is willing to do the scenes herself alongside other members of the female cast. She even replicates the infamous sequence where lead Elizabeth Berkley writhed on Kyle MacLachlan naked in a swimming pool, Riffel and Shelley Michelle cavorting around until it becomes a dance with bubbles floating around onscreen. None of this was necessary, but in terms of wanting to still make a film that was distinct, having both a production which was able to have this sexuality, and also wants to be a micro budget David Lynch melodrama, as most of it actually is, with occultist sub current, would have been compelling to witness.

Structurally, a lot of the film is melodrama boiled to the point of pure camp, but by the one hour point, the movie enters a severe slump. This is about the point of where Riffel and Shelley Michelle take most of the screen time. We need to talk about Michelle, because there are moments which are utterly strange, which do stand out even if the film because of its pace and length dulls the effect, such as her performance. In a film where characters can suddenly change attitudes to each other jarringly in the same scene, the older actress plays her character as having bi-polar mood swings, hating Penny in one moment, becoming romantically attracted to her the next, whilst Penny herself will gladly stab her in the back in the end. As if channelling later era Joan Crawford, she is perplexing alongside the content we see. Not only the naked dance in the poll together, but them seducing each other and talking about their families over hotdog sausages in an ordinary kitchen holding aloof one each in tongs.

After those two scenes however, the film somehow manages to be nearly two and a half hours without ever gaining anything from this. Tonally, like a perverse take on A Star Is Born (whichever version), the original was the tale of a price to pay for fame, one which was sordid and funny unintentionally and at times intentionally, with at least one uncomfortable plot point for the one likable character causing one to wake up whether it works or not. Penny's From Heaven in contrast never escalates like the prequel did or in terms of a micro budget oddity from that middle part. Again, this is a film which tries to have David Lynch content. It has random plot points which never get anywhere, like Penny having a twin sister who died in a "bubble bath" accident and whose ashes were turned into a diamond her surviving sister wears around her neck. It has a random snuff film subplot that is quickly disposed of after the scene it is introduced, where Godhardt offers her a role in one whilst pretending it is fake, showing such a production on a burnt DVD only for her unpaid maid, a likeable figure who yet wears skimpy fetish clothes and is attending detective school, to point out it is snuff and that the title is of Pagan ritual meaning. Some might consider this dream logic, but for once for me such an experience did feel like a jumbled assortment which never came together.

It neither helps that the original Showgirls itself was just as weird the longer you thought about it. Penny's From Heaven definately wanted to amplify what was ridiculous in the original context. The hotdog scene - shot digitally in a kitchen with long dialogue - is arch and feels deliberate. The original Showgirls, a high budget Hollywood film, has Saved by the Bell star Elizabeth Berkley and Gina Gershon, an underrated actress, as rivals who briefly bond over eating the same brand of dog food they were both forced to eat when they were out of money. Showgirls, with its high production values and Las Vegas setting, is drenched in the neon and gaudy spectacle of its locations, with the casting of Berkley a huge factor, her performance between her childish tantrums to drowning chips in tomato ketchup being over the top already. Add to this someone like Kyle MacLachlan, who is not a stranger to deeply weird films in his career, and the film even by accident came from a place that was perplexing to imagine being a potential box office hit. The only plot of consistency to that original with the sequel is effectively rehashing Showgirl's plot, of Penny being corrupted in her goal to become a great dancer, then even echoing the original in encountering the driver who took her to the main film narrative at the beginning. Yet to get to that point, you have random points and dialogue, between the absurd and attempts to be profound, which are not as funny as they should be or memorable.

This is also in mind that there is at least one serious aspect to the film, that no male character comes off well, usually a bunch of scumbags who exploit women for sexual conquest, something which is a constant throughout the film and, whilst exaggerated, is not difficult to see. I come to this review without any malice to any of the performers either, especially as this was also a Kickstarter project that had a limited budget to work with. There is an absurd air to the production which is felt. Unfortunately, that knowing sense of itself proves a detriment to me; whilst fun is to be had at times, the two and a half hour epic of tangents crushes its memorable moments with all the many from dithering. It says a lot that this review is comically overlong to try to detail this, and it is a cruel joke to make that it befits the film it is covering, but that is a harsh truth in the end as well. Ultimately I lean towards a real ambivalence to the project which, again, I find particularly sad as this is a rare case of a female filmmaker, intentionally or unintentionally, entering this realm of strange micro-budget cinema, only for it to not be success in the slightest.

Abstract Spectrum: Camp/Eccentric/Lethargic

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): None

 

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Saturday, 20 June 2020

Ice Cream and the Sound of Raindrops (2017)


Director: Daigo Matsui

Screenplay: Daigo Matsui

Cast: Yuzu Aoki; Guama; Kazumasa Kadoi; Momoha; Kokoro Morita; Reiko Tanaka; Taketo Tanaka; Jôtarô Tozuka; Mimori Wakasugi

Note: This film was viewed as part of the virtual film festival We Are One, an admirable project between May 29th and June 7th 2020 where in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, major film festivals such as the Tokyo International Film Festival here for Ice Cream and the Sound of Raindrops came together to screen films for free internationally on YouTube. Hopefully these films will be easy to locate in the time afterwards. Hopefully this type of festival will also be more common.

 

A future so piss normal you could puke...


Beginning with a group of teenagers rehearsing a play in a small town, specifically British playwright Simon Stephen’s Morning, the evocatively titled Ice Cream and the Sound of Raindrops sets up its idiosyncratic structure from the get-go. Entirely shot within one take, director Daigo Matsui will bend time, weeks building up to what is supposed to be the performance of this play told within one seventy plus minute movie without editing the single camera shot. It is something idiosyncratic still to this day, the history of the one-take film developing into the 2000s because the digital camera technology allowed a lack of restrictions celluloid had, specifically with the physical film restricting how much time, per length, could be fit even into a modern camera. Alexander Sokurov's Russian Ark (2002) was the first big example of this experiment, still to this day an incredible achievement of telling a one take that also went through time in telling the history of the Winter Palace in Saint Petersburg, on a bigger budget and with knowledge that takes of this elaborate production failed continually before there was success. Here these risks, even on a lower budget and less cogs required to be moved about, are still fraught for Daigo Matsui to have attempted, as this is still a story with an unknown cast that becomes dynamic, when the producer informs the cast the show will not go on due to low ticket sells.

It causes a seismic change in the emotion and action from the disappointment, especially for the lead actress Kokoro (Kokoro Morita) who, already unsure of herself and being questioned in her ability to perform, eventually decides alongside others to rebel against this after the heart and soul they poured into their work. Structurally, the concept of the film leads to new issues as now you have to negotiate around the premise. Daigo Matsui is effectively recording live theatre, something which has taken place decades before in the medium of television, but that was usually restricted to one set or so. He is still restricting himself to one geographic location here, but that includes the street this is taking place one, with ordinary people wandering past, the theatre nearby that is snuck into in the final, and the original building the story begins in with its various rooms and corridors. He is also working with a local cast of teenagers who use their real names, in a blurring of their characters and their own figures they are playing in their rehearsals. As a result, he has the camera glide throughout his locations, an achievement for the camera person in endurance, with an added challenge that he is not working with known actors but real teens he cast in local auditions1, which brought new potential risks to this production when a larger scale one like Russian Ark would have casted professionals.

The time lapse is simple though - literally a text caption appears (usually with an extreme close-up of Kokoro) and a room shifts forward in time. Kokoro as the actor most effected by the cancellation is already a suitably passionate figure we follow, already stressed and anxious by whether she is any good or not in the role, eventually progresses on with a group of friend from the rehearsals to sneak onto the stage to perform to an empty crowd (and us the viewers). The only other aesthetic detail to note is that, when the film transitions to the play being acted out, two black bars turn the screen from full to letterboxed. When this appears later, in what should not necessarily be acted scenes for the characters, introduces a blurring between the boundaries for them between their performances and them. That the play itself, from Simon Stephens, is about teenagers speaking frankly, exploring their sexualities and being antagonised by the adult world around them is befitting as it mirrors the world the casts' worlds, on multiple levels, regardless of an initial cultural difference between Britain and Japan.

In terms of the plot, there is one peculiar sequence which does jar the viewer out of nowhere, which has the lead and another girl tie up and bash the head in of a male member of the theatre troupe in a rehearsal room. Besides that odd tangent of destruction, where there is no confirmation whether it was acting or a dead classmate has been left, the only thing of the film which does not make it a traditional teen movie, the traditional tale of going against the grownups as you find in the West, is the greater sense of sincerity and "fuck" being used a lot. The entire film is brimming with a passion to it that overcomes even how simplistic the message and the ending arguably are. With the knowledge this film is drawing from the director's own history with theatre, having his own company, you feel a lot more weight to the film's simple but sincere attitude to the pure desire to act and perform regardless of whether it is popular or not.

From this part, the film does feel imbued with this excitement even structurally, as once the camera can roam other environments - step outside, follow two of the female cast walking through a crowded street - Ice Cream... does naturally build to a natural escalation in tone. As much of that, if the film has a most valuable person beyond the camera person, is when one of the cast is introduced, who rap sings with an accompanying guitarist with him at all times, not someone who exists always as a character but as much a one man Greek chorus of teen disgruntlement and angry snottiness. By the point the film builds from characters like this providing musical accompaniment and the camera is having catch up with actors in an actual theatre the production was allowed to wander around it is nigh on impossible to not be carried along with the film. Even in terms of shooting the film in one take, a brave move for any director-writer, it fits the entire message and tone as much to have taken this passionate risk too.

Abstract Spectrum: Unconventional

Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): None


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