Movies-a-Go-Go: Bram Stoker's Dracula


1992 vampire movie

Rating: 12/20

Plot: Bram Stoker's Dracula was a book. This is that same story in movie form.

My buddy Josh really wanted me to put this on my blog. Here are my stream-of-conscious thoughts as I watched it, I think for the third time. The first time was in a theater in Knoxville, Tennessee, with my girl I would eventually marry, and it really seems like the type of thing she would have hated. The second was probably a decade after that, and I liked it less. I think I probably like it even less now, probably because I'm a grown-up, unlike Francis Ford Coppola when he made the film.

Anyway, it's Movies-a-Go-Go time! I apologize in advance to anybody who reads this.


Josh is making me watch this. I’m down, but it’s only because Winona Ryder and Tom Waits are in it.

We start with some pretentious imagery, a brooding score, and a narrated history lesson that I probably don’t care about.

You get that, Dracula!


His armor looks like it’s made of cheap plastic. Is he a Masters of the Universe character?

Shadow puppets battle sequence! Say what you want about Coppola's overindulgence in these opening sequences, but this is pretty good looking.

A dude just got hoisted on somebody else’s petard, and it wasn’t a Wilhelm Scream, but it was very close to a Wilhelm Scream.

It’s all fun and games until somebody gets poked in the abdomen and lifted into the air. Or until that happens to seemingly everybody.

Cannonball, Elisabeta! Or whatever your name is.

Oh, no. It looks like she missed the river.


Were those gargoyles laughing at Gary Oldman’s overacting? I’m pretty sure they were.

I had to rewind this scene where Dracula stabs a stone cross and everything starts bleeding. I could have sworn that I heard a little squelchy fart sound, kind of like a car exhaust sputter in an old-fashioned cartoon. And you know what? I absolutely did hear that. Somebody actually thought that sound effect was a good idea here.

Dracula is doing communion all wrong.

Just speculation here, but how bad do you think Dracula would smell at this point? That ugly armor's got to just collect stench, right?

Renfield is deranged? What makes you think that? The fake accent or the bug eating?

Thanks, Keanu. It was so nice of you to make Tom Waits’ accent sound 100% authentic.

Tom Waits was happily married at this point, but this was right around the time when he won a Grammy for Best Alternative Rock Album which means Winona Ryder would have likely slept with him had he been interested. She likes her 90's alternative rockers.

Peacock or flower thing to train tunnel transition...that was pretty nice. This has a very comic book feel that I have a feeling is going to get really tedious pretty soon.

Your friend, D-bag.

I don’t know what to think of Oldman’s voice. It's the kind of thing you'd expect to hear in a Naked Gun-type of parody of a Dracula movie.

Oh, wait. There was already one of those.


Carriage guy with a basket on his head...what’s his story?

These over-the-top sound effects, almost like they come from that Disney record of scary sounds that I had as a kid, are probably supposed to be terrifying, but I can’t tell what Harker thinks. John Wick is so stoic here.

Man, there really isn’t a moment here where Coppola doesn’t have this turned up to 11, is there? He has letting his freak flag fly freely here!

Emperor Palpatine needed a second take there.


I guess if the stupid accent is giving you second thoughts about staying with this guy, that gigantic cape will make you feel just fine.

I’m listening with headphones, and I haven’t heard a squelchy fart in a while, but there’s all kinds of weird ambiance here. Coppola just isn’t letting up.

That joke about the blood was a good one, D.!

You offended D. with your ignorance, Keanu. And you’re offending me with your accent!

His palms are super-furry. Does that mean the Count masturbates too often?


This is so stylistically wacky, that it’s almost hard to believe this isn’t supposed to be comedic.

Of course he’s not married, Johnny Mnemonic! Didn’t you see his furry masturbation hands? What a dumb question.

You have no chance with Winona, D. You’re not an alternative rocker.

These two needed to play a little more Sound Ball before this scene where they’re looking at a pornographic Arabian Nights.

Only first base? Harker probably got there and Mina said, “Oooh, gross!” and made him stop based on her reaction to that book.

Young and fresh? You can tell that by the way he tossed that grape in his mouth. Just like a Texan!


I’m starting to think that Lucy is a whore.

Oh, the Lord Nugent’s Wyndom Club? [Note: I just watched this last night and have no idea what this even means.]

More guys with cages on their heads. That must have been all the rage in the late 19th Century.


“No one would refuse me a kitten!”

I’m probably biased, but I think Tom Waits is really pretty good in this. I wish he had a musical number though.

Harker seems like a major dumbass. I’m sure a lot of that has to do with Keanu, but he’s the least perceptive character I’ve ever seen in a movie. And he never seems to know what to do with himself when Oldman is doing his thing. There’s almost no reaction at all.

Wolves crack me up too, D.

“What sweet music they make.” And there, Gary Oldman sounds like a Saturday Night Live character.

There’s something weird to see in almost every frame of this thing. Or something weird to hear. It’s almost overwhelming, but I kind of dig it.

Was that supposed to be a boner? Dracula's wives seem like fun.

This Dracula wives sequence reminds me of a Howard Johnsons’ promotion from the early-80s.


"Guh! Guh! Guh! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Was that in the script or did Keanu just kind of improvise? Was this the product of Sound Ball? [Note: This reference likely makes sense to a single person--the only person who might be reading this.]

"Dearest Mina, All is well here. Except I just saw an old man and three shirtless women eat a baby. It made me say both guh and gaaaaaa. Love, Ted. Or Bill. Whichever one I was in that movie." [Note: It was Ted.]


Dracula awakening...that’s exactly how I get out of bed every Monday morning.

Harker’s letter is cold and unnatural? That’s not like him at all? Have you watched him during any of the scenes in this movie, Winona?

Fifty boxes of experimental earth? What’s that even mean? It seems like that should have raised suspicions.

Whoa! Mina and Lucy exchanging a kiss?


I could just watch Tom Waits play crazy for hours.

Wolf cam!

Werewolf Dracula might be a bit ugly, but that’s not going to stop horny Lucy from getting some. Soon, there won't be a man or monster or Winona in the vicinity of England or Transylvania who hasn't gotten a piece of that.


I could watch a bra-free Winona Ryder bounce down the stairs for hours.

Lucy appears to be sleep-whoring again.

Mina was disgusted enough by that cartoon in Arabian Nights. Watching Lucy and this wolf thing is going to be a little too much for her.

Whoa! Lookin’ good after popping out of that box, D.

That tophat/glasses combination makes you look like a bit of a dick though.

See you now? If only you could see your reflection. You might reconsider.


He’s flirting like a guy who hasn’t had much experience in 500 years.

A simple “My name is Prince. . .and I am funky” might have worked better, Vlad.

Dr. C-Word? Is he a gynecologist? [Note: I really wish the world could see this kind of wit that I have to offer.]

“Lucy, as your doctor, my diagnosis is that you are a complete whore.”

Mice in the attic stomping like elephants. And elephants in the basement walking around like mice! 

 “And may I say, Miss Lucy is hotter than a June bride riding bareback buck naked in the Sahara.” Why didn’t she pick that guy again? I mean, we know he has a huge knife.

 If I had a nickel for every time somebody asked me to watch my colonial tongue. . .

Mustache guy (not the Texan or the doctor) had a look in his eye like he knows Lucy’s about to get freaky and likes it. Or maybe that was the Texan. I'm getting my suitors confused, surprising since they're such well-rounded characters.

Hey, Mina. Vlad took you to a movie. You almost have to put out now.

#metoo

This wolf-loose-in-the-freak-show-slash-movie-house scene...I’m not even sure what the fuck is going on anymore. And these strings in the score are oppressive. I'm starting to get a little disgruntled.

From now on, I’m going to teach like Van Helsing and rearrange my classroom so that students can stand on raised platforms in a circle around me.

Civilization and symphilization! Good one, professor! I'm looking forward to appreciating the comic stylings of Anthony Hopkins.


I’m glad Van Helsing is here. This movie desperately needed another voiceover.

Sheeps? You’d think a genius doctor would know that the plural of sheep is sheep.

From what I’ve seen, it seems like Lucy is acting completely normal here.

Trituration? I’m going to have to look that one up. [Note: I'm not going to look that up.]

If I had missed a large chunk of this movie, I’d think Van Helsing and the Three Suitors here would be having a conversation that demonstrates they have no clue about the menstrual cycle.

“Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self.” Wait, is this a commercial?

Get Mina a little tipsy and she starts spouting out terrible poetry, I guess.

Yes, Mina. Usually princesses have faces. The absinthe has gone straight to Mina’s head!

Talking about the suicide of your former wife doesn’t seem like the best foreplay, but whatever works, guys.

Keanu’s going to be pissed when he finds out that he Shawshanked his way out of the castle while she’s Beauty-and-the-Beast dancing with his friend D.


Now Van Helsing is coming on to Mina? She must be irresistible.

“Tell Jonathan oceans of love.” Lucy has a violent fever of the brain, Mina. Don’t listen to her and tell him that.

These crying sounds are embarrassing, D.

Hopkins has certainly been better than he is here.

A bitch of the devil? I thought that was my mother-in-law. Ba-dum-dum.

Oh, snap! He just messed with Texas.

Oldman both looked and sounded like Palpatine there. “My power!” Just like Ian McDiarmid!

Van Helsing with some much needed comic relief at Lucy’s funeral. This guy's wacky!

“It is the man himself! Look! He’s grown young!” Those lines were as poorly delivered as lines can be delivered. I’m not even sure how Keanu got roles after people saw him in this movie.


OK, I might have laughed when undead Lucy dropped the child she was carrying.

Hopkins with a crucifix is a boner kill. Mustache was getting into it there.


That stake-through-the-heart-and-severed-head to meat-carving transition is the product of a disturbed mind.

Winona smells herself an alternative rock star!

Good luck sleeping, Mina, with all the Tom Waits screaming.


The Three Suitors and Van Helsing are kicking those boxes’ asses.

“I’ve wanted this to happen,” Mina says. We have something in common because I’ve always wanted to see Winona Ryder get it on with some green mist, too!

This “I am nothing” speech is the saddest admittance from a man that he suffers from erectile dysfunction that I’ve ever heard.

I’m starting to wonder if Oldman is the worst actor in this thing. This seems like a hot take.

How stupid did Oldman and Ryder feel during the filming of this bedroom scene? Especially when Van Helsing and the Three Suitors show up and she’s in the bed alone.

Peek-a-boo!

D.’s an ugly motherfucker.

I had to put this picture somewhere in here. 

Is it considered polyandry when one of your husbands is a hundred and twenty rats?

Hypnosis? Make her act like a chicken, Van Helsing!

OK, enough of this geography lesson, Keanu Voiceover.

This scene on the train between Harker and Mina is the most painful thing I’ve heard in a long while, and I saw the rest of this movie.

Random sheep bleating. I think the sound editor is pranking Coppola with a lot of this.

Half-vampiric Winona is 14% hotter than the non-vampiric one.


It’s like Coppola told her, “Winona, just jerk around a whole bunch and I’ll make it look really great in post-production.”

I’m hearing Yoko Ono. [Note: I looked the sound editor up. Tom McCarthy, likely prankster. He actually won an Oscar for his work in this, probably because the Oscar voters were drinking absinthe.]

I know a good name for Van Helsing’s horse...the Amazing Mr. Dead.

I sincerely apologize to anybody who read far enough to see that “Mr. Dead” line up there. [Note: Making it even sadder, I just added the "the Amazing" part up there because the afternoon after the night I typed that, I somehow thought that would make the whole thing better.]

What do you think about that "Mr. Dead" joke, Winona? 



This chase sequence is an assault on my senses.

Oh, they’ve got to the part of the video game level where they have to defeat the boss.

“We’ve all become God’s madmen. All of us.” I’m not sure that line makes a lot of sense here, but I like it.


This is almost exactly like the end of Edward Scissorhands.

Great, now I have to watch Winona Ryder make out with Gary Oldman’s severed head.


Oh, I guess not. That’s the end of the movie.

Yikes! This Annie Lennox song during the credits! It’s almost shocking that somebody didn’t chop off her head during the recording of this.

Josh better appreciate this. 

Apostle

2018 horror mystery

Rating: 13/20

Plot: A former prophet infiltrates an island cult in search of his kidnapped sister.

Whereas Gareth Evans' 'Raid' movies are hyperkinetic enough to completely lose the plot and not care, this one's more of a slow burn. Not that it doesn't get a little crazy by the end because Evans definitely isn't afraid of "a little crazy." Or a lot bloody. This seems to be Evans' sloppy take on The Wicker Man, only Apostle deals with its mystery in almost the exact opposite way. With The Wicker Man, Edward Woodward (or, fine, Nicolas Cage) gradually figure things out, and at the same time, things are revealed to the audience. By the end, the audience is kind of in on the joke. With Apostle, things get more convoluted and twisted the more things are revealed, leaving dozens of unanswered questions and out-of-control threads. It's an intensely gritty experience, early because of the period details and the harsh living conditions of the cult members in this island community and later because people are losing body parts or having important parts of their bodies extracted from them or engaging in some other sort of squib-dacious good time.

Dan Steven's performance of the main character also adds to the intensity. He's got these pretty blue eyes that burn through the screen, sometimes the only color you see in this otherwise dingy failed utopia. Lines are squeezed out of him like the last bits of toothpaste, almost everything he says seeming to come through gritted teeth. Lucy Boynton's red hair provides another bit of color in this drab world. She plays the cult leader's daughter and is quite the little hottie. Michael Sheen also stands out as the cult leader, a guy whose limp parallels the limp of our protagonist, Bobby Blue-Eyes.

This is never dull, and I want to credit Evans for never taking the easy route in his storytelling and surrendering to the conventional. This always surprises, maybe to the point where it really loses focus or becomes borderline incoherent. If there are any messages at all--about abuses of power, the environment, the misuse of religion--it all gets a little buried in the mayhem.

Bird Box


2018 thing

Rating: 8/20

Plot: Some people try to survive an attack of something.

This movie feels like it might have started out as a fable but everybody lost interest in that idea or forgot what it was about and decided to do something else instead. It really seems like it should be about something, but I'm having difficulty discovering a subtext, and the more I think about the whole thing, the dumber both the movie and I seem. I read an argument that claimed this was all about white people refusing to see racism in the world, but that seems unlikely, and it's entirely possible that the article was satirical anyway.

Here it is, so you can judge for yourself: https://www.theroot.com/netflixs-bird-box-is-really-about-how-white-people-dont-1831345159

I saw a more convincing argument that this was about social media (https://paleofuture.gizmodo.com/bird-box-is-the-first-great-monster-movie-about-this-po-1831318490), and I can almost buy that although that would be a really juvenile way of delivering a message.

Instead, they just seem interested in setting up this mystery, never really explaining the mystery, and thrilling us with Happening-esque scenes where people are compelled to commit suicide with sketchy special effects. Trevonte Rhodes is the only exception in a cast that is terrible from top to bottom, maybe surprising considering that cast has both America's sweetheart Sandra Bullock and America's other sweetheart John Malkovich. You never really care about any of these characters, and the movie doesn't seem to care about them either. In fact, two of the characters just sort of run off, and there's no resolution at all to their particular story. It's just another non-sequitur in a movie filled with all these unexplained little puzzles that aren't anything anybody would care about solving anyway.

If I watch this again, it will only be in an attempt to figure out if it's a real movie or a practical joke.

Skate Kitchen


2018 skateboarding movie

Rating: 12/20

Plot: A teenager struggling to connect with her mother finds camaraderie in a female skateboarding posse.

Skateboarding and horse movies! That's what 2018 was all about. This is the worst of the skateboarding movies that I saw this year, and I kept having to reflect on whether it was because so much of it is about female friendships and female issues and mother/daughter relationships that I had trouble connecting with because I'm a middle-aged man. Likely, it's more to do with dialogue like this:

Protagonist: What's your favorite color?
One of Will Smith's kids: Red.
Protagonist: Is that why you turned your hair red?
One of Will Smith's kids: Yeah.
Protagonist: Nice.

Rarely does the dialogue get more profound than that. And oddly, since this is almost a documentary/narrative hybrid with this real Skate Kitchen collective, the characters don't feel all that authentic, at least when they're not on skateboards. They seemed natural when showing off on their skateboards, but in scenes where they weren't on their boards, their hamming-it-up didn't work. The word "valid" was also overused. I just didn't connect with the characters, and I didn't really feel like their relationships had any depth to them. A conflict develops early on but then doesn't seem to matter all that much, and all other attempts at narrative just seem half-assed. I wonder if director Crystal Moselle should have just made a documentary about Skate Kitchen instead.

It doesn't take long for this to feel repetitive, and stylistic touches later--including some unnecessary slow-mo that just made an already too-long movie feel that much longer--annoyed me. Also annoying was the score. I didn't even know that ambient music could be oppressive.

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla


1974 sci-fi Godzilla movie

Rating: 11/20 (Tony: 14/20; Dylan: 16/20)

Plot: Godzilla fights his robot double to prevent destruction of the Earth!

Whoops! I got Cory confused with Jesus again. I usually save these Godzilla movies for Cory's birthday, but I had recorded this on my parents' television when I was spending a lot of time over there in October and November and figured that our family Christmas time was the best time to watch it.

I was pleased to see King Caesar, a monster I really enjoyed in Godzilla: Final Wars, in action. It was, however, disappointing that his nipples weren't the same. My daughter's cat, the fat one, is named Caesar, and we've decided that he's retroactively named after Godzilla's buddy.

Maybe it was because people kept trying to talk about Christmas and eating and presents and family and stuff during this, but my brother-in-law (a non-Cory brother-in-law) and son thought this was a little hard to follow. Wikipedia helped me out with this one.

It's always fun to watch these monsters throw each other around. In this one, the fight scenes have some real consequence. Godzilla's little armadillo buddy (Anguirus--I looked it up) scuttles off after a wound that looks like it could have almost been fatal, and even the big guy bleeds. Profusely! I thought his jugular was lacerated! Godzilla's robot double is a menacing hunk of sci-fi schlock that can shoot missiles from his fingers and blue laser vapor from his mouth. He can also fly. Godzilla himself isn't as menacing in this one. That horrifying screech works, but his arms seem to be a little T-Rexy in this one. The fight scenes worked.

The human characters are actually almost just as interesting as the monsters in this entry in the series. I particularly liked "Dude in Sunglasses." And those aliens could have definitely been pals with the guys from Plan 9 from Outer Space.

I'm not sure my family will let me get away with making this a Christmas tradition.

Damsel


2018 offbeat Western

Rating: 14/20

Plot: A lovestruck cowboy and a hired preacher take a pony named Butterscotch to find the love of that cowboy's life and marry her.

Damsel--an offbeat Western by the Zellner brothers, the guys who did Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter--has an unpredictability that gives it just enough juice. My favorite comedies are ones where you have to stop and wonder if the whole thing is even supposed to be funny. This, with a ridiculous pony named Butterscotch and a stubby-armed piano player and dialogue where rough Wild West types compare Adam's apples and auxiliary characters like that laughing and wheezing man in a barrel (credited as "Barrel of Laughs," naturally) and a shot of a kitty in a spittoon and references to skull duggery and skull thuggery and skull buggery, is almost more odd than it is funny. The Wild West town is the quirkiest town this side of wherever Clint Eastwood ends up in High Plains Drifter. At least I remember that town being quirky.

The Zellners are patient storytellers, and that requires their audience to be a little patient as well. There are plenty of fun moments and bits of inanity to keep you going while you wait for the story or the characters to develop. The characters are fun, too. Robert Pattinson continues his run of picking interesting projects and plays a character here who always keeps you guessing. Mia Wasikowska plays the titular damsel who may or may not be in distress. David Zellner, one of the Zellners, plays the preacher, one of the most pitiful characters I've seen in a long time. Western archetypes are flipped on their heads and then flipped on their heads again, adding to that unpredictability.

The score was from some group called The Octopus Project, and I liked it although that might just be because I'm a sucker for anything involving the saw as an instrument. One musical highlight is a lovely ballad Pattinson shares about his "honeybun," a tender moment that, of course, is followed by a scene where the character is masturbating by a river while looking at a picture of said honeybun in a locket.

I'm keeping an eye on these Zellners!

Disobedience


2018 romantic drama

Rating: 12/20

Plot: Upon the death of her father, a woman shunned by her Jewish community for reasons that aren't fully explained right off the bat reconnects with an old friend. The poster probably gives too much away.

This is a little too on the nose, and it's right from the get-go with a sermon about beasts and angels and human beings falling somewhere between the two and free will and dropping dead mid-sentence. Emotions and themes are spelled out for you, probably a good thing since none of the performances really do much to show you what the screenplay is working too hard to tell you. The performances are stiff, dispassionate, and stilted, and yes, I'm aware that that's all part of the point, but when things heat up--sexually, emotionally, or what-have-you--it was almost impossible to buy.

It's possible the movie needed another Rachel. Weisz was in a better 2018 movie in which she had lesbian tendencies. McAdams tries on an English accent which doesn't quite seem to fit her. They have zero chemistry, and no amount of grunting, which both of them spend considerable amounts of time doing, or spitting in each other's mouths did much to convince me otherwise. I like both actresses, but here, every line, every glance, and every movement seemed forced or overly directed.

This is Sebastian Lelio's follow-up to Best Foreign Language Film Oscar winner A Fantastic Woman, something I never got around to seeing. That movies doesn't have a single Rachel in it.

Nutcracker Fantasy


1979 stop-animated feature

Rating: 14/20

Plot: Kind of like the other versions of this story.

Yesterday, I learned that Tchaikovsky was a profoundly depressed human being. Merry Christmas, everybody!

This Japanese stop-motion version of the movie is loosely based on the original as far as I can tell. I really don't remember the particulars of the story to be honest. Some of Tchaikovsky's music is in here along with some 70's-sounding cheese. The characters look like they're straight out of the creepy stop-animated Christmas classics from Rankin-Bass, but the settings are more detailed and the little cameras used to film the characters move ore creatively through the locations. Some 70's psychedelic effects peppered throughout always keep things fun.

Christopher Lee voices one of the characters, at least in the American release. He's the one with the eye patch.

Movies-a-Go-Go: Mary Poppins


1964 musical extravaganza

Rating: 18/20 (Jen: 17/20; Abbey: 14/20; Buster: 20/20)

Plot: A magical nanny and her friend Bert save Mr. Banks.

Buster wanted to see this after seeing commercials for the new one, the one where Mary Poppins returns. It had been a while since I'd seen it and thought it was a great opportunity for a little Movies-a-Go-Go action. So what follows contains my unadulterated thoughts as I watched Mary Poppins. My advice would probably be not to read any of it, but it's your choice.


Before this starts, I feel that I have to admit that this movie makes me horny and that watching this with my family might be awkward.

Actually, just thinking of typing the words “titular nanny" gets me hard.

Opening shots of a Dickensian London, and I’ve already got visions of chimney sweeps dancing in my head.

I imagine making love to Mary Poppins on a cloud would be similar to making love to Mary Poppins on a waterbed. I’d be fine with either.

Responstable? That’s not a word!

One-man band by day, chimney sweep--oddly enough--by night. Dick Van Dyke with that swampy accent also makes my heart go pitter-patter.

Van Dyke goes nuts with a boisterous solo! I’m just going to assume he won every single award manageable for his work in this.


I’m not actually sure if Van Dyke is a chimney sweep. Maybe he just hangs out with them. [Note: Memories were obviously sketchy at this point. To clarify--Bert has a variety of jobs in this, and one of them is indeed as a chimney sweep.]

Mrs. Banks’ feminist anthem isn’t exactly one of the most memorable songs in Mary Poppins.

When I was a kid, I thought all these Disney movies with David Tomlinson were in the same cinematic universe and that he actually played the same character. I was not a smart child.


Whenever I come home from work, I usually sing a song, too.

A crazy guy who fires a cannon from his roof must bring down the property values in your neighborhood.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jane and Michael--a couple of little shits.


“Kites are skittish things.”

Sweet smoking jacket, Tomlinson!

I’d never condone child abuse, but this “nanny advertisement” song that Jane is singing is making me reconsider.

If I had a nickel for every time I hurt a child’s feelings after not showing enthusiasm after a stupid song, I’d have enough nickels to fill a sock that I could then use to beat a small child.

These women lined up to interview must have just come from a nanny funeral.

Poppins’ arrival--my God, that was sexy.


I beg to differ, Mary Poppins. I think Michael could be part-codfish.

In a deleted scene, Mary Poppins pulls a Marx brother out of her bottomless bag. I think it was probably Harpo.

This whole bottomless bag nonsense is the kind of thing that would have given Georges Melies a raging hard-on, by the way.

Christmas present idea: a tape measure that feeds my ego.

“In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun.” Cleaning up a hotel room after Donald Trump has spent time with a prostitute? How about that job, Mary Poppins?

Mary Poppins broke into the Tiki Room and ripped off some of its occupants for this “Spoonful” sequence.

You should definitely wash up after you’ve handled a bird. The more you know…

These special effects are just magical.

Michael’s attempts-to-snap acting isn’t very good.

This mirror sequence with a pair of dueting Julie Andrews...man, oh man. My penis is moving just like that out-of-control jack-in-the-box. One Mary Poppins is almost more than I can handle, but two Mary Poppins?


Mary Poppins? Mary Poppinses? Mary Poppi?

“Chim-chim Che-ree” won the Academy Award for best song, I think. It’s also my personal favorite from this and one of my favorite Disney songs. We had a Disney karaoke thing a few years ago, and I did a pretty mean version of that one.

Now Van Dyke's job is "vandal."

Bert should probably be locked away. Dude’s certifiable.

Think, wink, double blink. Sounds like what I do when I masturbate. [Note: What is wrong with me?]

“Mary Poppins, you look bee-you-ti-full.” Yes, she does, Bert. Yes, she does.

I'm pretty sure the Monty Python boys borrowed Bert’s funny walk for one of their acts.


I’m kind of surprised a remake/reboot/sequel didn’t feature Jim Carrey in the Bert role.

Ummm, nanny. Jane and Micheal, the little shits you're supposed to be watching, have run off.

I think I just saw a sex scene between a cane and an umbrella.

No cartoon turtles were abused in the filming of this movie. But I can tell you that as a kid, this movie is probably responsible for giving me the idea to try to ride on turtles, something that turned out as disastrous as you'd guess it would.

Bert’s outfit sure is spiffy.


Watching cartoon swans swim over their reflection--man, these animators are masterful.

I’m not sure if it’s a good move to freestyle rap about all the women you’ve slept with while a quartet of penguins watch you on a date with Mary Poppins, Bert.

Oh, boy. Van Dyke and penguin dance sequence. My nine-year-old just asked me why I was crying. The wife is eyeing my suspiciously.

This whole sequence is really wacky when you imagine it as foreplay.


Calm it down, Michael. Nobody has THAT much fun on a carousel.

Why isn’t the carousel at Disney World a Mary Poppins carousel? The wife wants to know. My guess is that horses that fly off the merry-go-round would be considered too dangerous.

Now the movie has transformed into anti-hunting propaganda. It’s my Second Amendment right to shoot merry-go-round horses! Cold, dead hands, etc.

Did she just slap a jockey’s ass with an umbrella? I wonder how much I'd have to pay a Mary Poppins look-a-like for that sort of thing.

It’s a good thing all these horse race fans brought along their folksy instruments.

It must be exhausting to be Bert.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a person move in a movie like Dick Van Dyke in this one. The Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz might be the closest. My work-in-progress theory: Bert is part-scarecrow.

Ahh, the rain turned Bert’s art into Monets.

A lullaby with lyrics about staying awake. That’s pretty clever.

And totally arousing.


“Unseemly hullabaloo.” Mr. Banks might be a complete dick, but I like his way with words.

Uncle Albert played by Ed Wynn...what a voice! This scene, like almost every other one in the movie, is pointless, but how could a person not love it?

The part of this where Van Dyke and Uncle Albert are floating around, holding hands, singing, and giggling might be the gayest thing I’ve ever seen. I don't mean this in any negative way.

“What’s the name of his other leg?”

Mary Poppins just said, “Next, you’ll be expecting me to pour out.” I don’t even know what that means, but once again, I’m aroused.

Do you think Uncle Albert’s issue might be opium? It seems like it's opium.

The lesson having to do with gravity affecting the depressed more than others is more poignant than it should be.

It's been a while since I've taken a look at any of the Travers books, but I think I remember the floating scene being in one. As strange as this movie is, by the way, the books are a lot stranger. And a little darker. They're really worth checking out.

Mr. Banks only has one melody apparently.

“Consorting with racehorse persons.”

Michael and Jane are going to be disappointed when they find out what spending all day in a bank is actually like.

“Feed the Birds” is a song that should be covered a lot more. When I go on The Voice, I think I might audition with that one.

Maybe I wouldn’t suffer from insomnia if I had Julie Andrews sing me to sleep every night.

I’m wagering that a visit to the bank isn’t going to be nearly as delightful as a trip into a chimney sweeping swindler’s painting.

The bank architecture is so perfect here. It's a stark contrast to the more imaginative outing locales Mary Poppins and Bert take the kids to.

Van Dyke showing off his physical range as this old fucker.

You can see the rubbery edge of his old-man cap, however.


[I just read that Dick Van Dyke actually paid Walt Disney 4,000 dollars to play the part of the old banker. Interesting.]

Ok, I was wrong about the bank. This song about investing that they’re all singing with these elderly-men-choreographed dance moves really is delightful.

Mr. Banks’ expressions show that he really does think he’s giving his children a good time here.

Michael and Jane were very lucky that they didn’t get Jack-the-Rippered after their escape from the bank.

“It so happens that today I’m a chimney sweep.” You probably wouldn’t believe me, but I swear that is something I’ve said during foreplay before.

Bert is nearly as important to this movie as the titular nanny--there we go!--so this movie was probably pretty close to being called Bert.

There go Dick Van Dyke’s legs again! Somebody stop him! Smokin'!

We’ve got nobody to watch the kids, so let’s just ask this filthy chimney sweep we just met.


Because of Disney movies, I wanted to either be a race-car driver (Thanks, Dean Jones!) or a chimney sweep when I grew up.

What a beautiful rooftop shot there.

Julie Andrews with soot all over her face--still smokin’ hot!


Digging all this smoke and this gorgeous sky. Envious of the birds, the stars, and the chimney sweeps who get to enjoy this all the time.

This chimney sweep “Step in Time” sequence is still the most thrilling thing I’ve ever seen in a motion picture. Just try to argue with me.

That shot of Mary Poppins’ tapping shoes...so good.

With this setting, I keep expecting to see James Stewart chasing a bad guy across the roofs any second.


My wife: “Whose roof are they dancing on top of?” Who the hell did I marry?

Mary Poppins spin move reveals bloomers, and I’m spent.

Buster: “They’re going to fall.”
Me: “They’re chimney sweeps. They know what they’re doing.”

Mary Poppins trivia: 2 ½ chimney sweeps perished during the filming of this ridiculously dangerous dance sequence.


It’s bad enough that you cause mini-earthquakes with the shooting of a cannon from your roof, but that was the attempted murder of dozens of chimney sweeps.

Now that they’re in the house scaring the cook, a few of these chimney sweeps are looking a little rapey.

“It’s that Mary Poppins. From the moment she stepped into this house, things began to happen to me.” Me, too, Mr. Banks.

"Higgledly-piggedly."

Mr. Banks’ walk to the bank through a very foggy and very gloomy London probably goes on a little too long, but I wouldn’t want to lose a second of it.

Oooh, that swipe at Americans with that harbor tea comment. Throwing shade, Mr. Banks! Trump would not be happy to hear that kind of talk.

Bank people are ruthless when they fire you!

Where exactly was Mr. Banks all night after being canned? My only guess would be drinking with chimney sweeps.

I remember when my father sang a song similar to Banks’ “Let’s Go Fly a Kite” song. It was “Let’s go fish, you son of a bitch,” and wasn’t quite as catchy.

The semi-dark and artificial happy ending where Banks gets his job back--is that necessary? The happy ending is that he's connecting with his children, right? This is exactly the same problem that Crispin Glover had with Back to the Future.

Human Highway


1982 comedy

Rating: 12/20

Plot: Nothing worth noting.

Remember that time when Neil Young decided to make an electronic record in the early-80s and everybody was a little confused by it? This movie, which Young co-directed under the name Bernard Shakey, uses a lot of those songs and is the product of the same sort of mind, one that though that much vocoder on one album was a really good idea. Don't get me wrong--I love that album. I might have even loved this movie if I had watched it when I was in a better mood.

This is incoherently written and assembled by Young, Russ Tamblyn, and Dean Stockwell. There are a couple other credited screenwriters, and I assume that others, including Dennis Hopper who likely came on board after being promised some drugs, were also involved in the improvisational writing process. I mean, you just know that scene where one of the four or five Dennis Hopper characters feeds pancakes to a raccoon was Hopper's idea. The comedy could best be described as a series of absurdist dad jokes, the kind of stuff that's more likely to furrow a brow than make anybody giggle. It's more odd than it is funny.

The movie does have an interesting look. The setting is a diner in close proximity to an apparently leaking nuclear plant, and the landscape has this cartoonish radioactive haze. It's very artificial looking, especially when there are shots when characters are driving or riding bicycles, but it's really kind of cool looking. Devo, who work as garbagemen at the plant, have a reddish glow around them, and Mark Mothersbaugh is wearing a creepy baby mask. It looks weird but in a wonderful way.

Neil Young isn't an actor, but he's not a complete disaster. Of course, I doubt he would have gotten a lot of roles in movies that he didn't make based on this performance. There's something refreshing about how he's embraced this dorkiness, willing to ruin his folk-rock god reputation by doing what he does here in a low-budget science fiction comedy. A very lengthy dream sequence--filmed with avant-garde color bleeds and dated psychedelia--has Young back in folk-rock god status, and he rips through a version of "Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)" with Devo that nearly burned my face off, Mothersbaugh going nuts in that baby mask as he twiddles and diddles with knobs, the rest of the band chugging along and holding things together. It's a glorious slab of rock and totally makes up for the too-long scene where Neil Young plays a song on wrenches for a wooden Indian.

I just read that Dennis Hopper injured Sally Kirkland while performing knife tricks during the shooting of this. Kirkland sued, and Hopper admitted that he was having trouble with drugs at the time. None of that is the least bit surprising.




Titicut Follies


1967 documentary

Rating: 16/20

Plot: A look at an institution for the criminally insane in Massachusetts.

This is my first exposure to the work of Frederick Wiseman, and I decided to start with his very first. From what I understand, he's a documentarian who is focuses on a single location, films various goings-on and people in that place, and then assembles it into a cinema verite documentary. Sans voiceovers or any other commentary, this seems 100% objective. Of course, Wiseman is picking and choosing what he wants to show his audience and what message that might deliver which gives this a subjectivity. The most egregious example is when he juxtaposes shots of some procedure where a really long rubber tube is shoved in a patient's nose with shots of the corpse of a patient being prepared for burial by a mortician.

At times, what he chooses to show us feels exploitative. There's a lot of nudity as we see the patients examined and sometimes bathed even though it doesn't seem like anybody working here really cares all that much about hygiene. We also see the patients teased or bullied quite a bit by the staff, more alarming since this wasn't actually surreptitiously filmed by an actual fly on an actual wall and that they were more than likely aware that a movie was being made and just didn't care. And the shots provided of rambling and sometimes singing patients makes you wonder if Wiseman chose only the craziest clips he could find. Of course, there's enough of that footage to make you think that this world is likely pretty close to what the audience is seeing.

The title is a reference to a talent show that we get snippets of. This opens with a dance number complete with pom-poms, but that's not the craziest musical moment. That would likely go to a smiling singing guy doing a golden-throated rendition of "China Town." He's the kind of guy who smiles because he can't not smile. There's also an almost surreal moment where a tromboner is jamming beside a fire hydrant.

There's a doctor in this institution with a thick accent, and for the longest time, I wondered if he was actually just another patient.

Titicut Follies was more entertaining to me than it probably should have been, but there was also something really troubling about it. I'm sure Wiseman filmed more pleasant places in his career as a documentary filmmaker, and I'm looking forward to seeing some of those.

Bad Movie Club: Magic Christmas Tree


1964 Christmas nightmare

Bad Movie Rating: 4/5 (Josh: 4/5; J.D.: 4/5)

Rating: 3/20

Plot: After encountering a witch and helping her get her cat out of a tree, a boy is given a magic seed that will grow into the titular Christmas tree, a tree so magical that no father has the ability to chop down. He's granted three wishes, and like all dumb children, he uses them unwisely.

Ripping off The Wizard of Oz's black-and-white bookends, this gives away the big plot twist that the whole thing was only a dream away unless the person watching this has never seen The Wizard of Oz or probably any other movie. This actually starts with Halloween decor, something that helps the suspected witch and haunted house nonsense make sense for a movie called The Magic Christmas Tree. Actually, it starts with three children having an extended conversation about the value of various sandwiches, the kind of dialogue that makes you wonder if the writer of this (Harold Vaughn Taylor, which I would assume is some fancy computer software that enables one to plug in a few key ideas and themes and then watch as it spits out a completed film script if this didn't come out in the mid-60s before that sort of thing existed) peaked way too early and then was just too mentally exhausted to sustain that level of genius.

Right away, you know you're in for a bit of trouble once you realize the bigger kid in the middle is not only likely the protagonist of the movie but a bit of a dick. He's played by Chris Kroesen who IMDb informs me is a Leo because there's really nothing else going on with this guy. This was his only movie, likely because people who make movies would rather not have actors who close their eyes each time they say their lines. He's "husky," at least if you use the word choice the witch uses to describe him, and he's a little too loud. My friend Josh said he was a worse actor than Judy Garland and "half as hot," but that's not the type of thing his wife would want me to put in here for people to read. His friends--a black kid and a white kid, both with sandwiches--are inconsequential, and all I really remember about them is that they can't walk uphill like normal human beings.

The witch is played by Valerie Hobbs, and she might overdo things a little. This was her only role, too. We're twenty minutes into the film by the time the kid has the accident you know he will, and it's still Halloween even though this is a Christmas movie that is only an hour long. Actually, since the whole thing is just one long dream, the entire Christmas movie takes place around Halloween. It's a Halloween and sandwich movie more than it is a Christmas movie, I guess.

Oh, I forgot to mention that this review would contain spoilers.

Bam! Color! And the magic seed is planted, and then the dad, who of course is played by the director Richard "Dick" Parish, does some comical yard work for another fifteen minutes or so. You almost feel like Parish was using this as an audition tape, showing the world his skills in slapstick and shenanigans. Parish didn't get any other movie work either, probably his decision because he was just too tired after trying to chop down a magic Christmas tree for a seemingly endless amount of time. That whole sequence was almost a one-man Shakespearean tragedy mixed with a Stooges gag with 1/3 the Stooges and 1/90 the talent. I felt bad for Parish's father character, and then I felt bad for myself for having to watch this whole thing.

Eventually, we get to the "Monkey's Paw"-esque wishes. Mark's first wish is not, as I would have wished, for a less-oppressive musical score to go along with all this crap. No, Mark demonstrates his complete lack of ambition by wishing for "an hour of power." Imagine that you're a however-year-old kid and you've just been granted an "hour of power." What might you do? Mark, because he's really dumb, spends his hour making a flower and vase disappear, changing it from night to day, making vehicles drive off without their owners, and then making a woman hit a guy in the face with a pie. It all leads to a truly bananas sequence where a guy is chasing his truck, a policeman is chasing his police car, and a firetruck is. . .well, I was never sure what was going on with the firetruck. At the same time, the guy who got hit in the face with the pie is chasing the woman who hit him. It's the stupidest kind of chaos imaginable.

Did I mention that the kid has a turtle for absolutely no reason? There's no reason for me to provide this information here, but I feel it's important to at least mention it.

The kid's second wish is to kidnap Santa Claus because as I mentioned, he's a bit of a dick. So now Santa is sitting powerless in his living room next to the talking Christmas tree. Oh, I didn't mention that the tree talked? It's magical, so of course it talks! That's actually a better explanation than the tree provides, by the way. Mark says something like "Christmas trees can't talk," and the answer the tree gives is "If trees can't talk, how am I answering you? Of course I can talk!"

Anyway, Santa Claus is stuck in a chair because Mark apparently always wanted an overweight bearded man in his living room. And that really goes nowhere. There's a threat that Christmas is going to be perpetually ruined for all boys and girls everywhere, I guess, but it really does seem like Mark and his parents are the only people on earth at this point. It seems as inconsequential as that black kid and what kind of sandwich he brought for his lunch.

Mark's then off in the wilderness with a B.B. gun where he runs into a giant who wants to make him his slave. And yes, that's as messed up as it sounds. The giant is the lone person in this cast who was in other movies is Robert "Big Buck" Maffei . He was a character actor in a 70's Lord of the Rings cartoon and also played Hercules, Mr. Jumbo, Andex the Giant, a Strongman, a giant cyclops, and a creature in a Star Trek TV episode. I'm sure he's proudest of playing "Big Guy in the Door Way" in Nice Dreams, a Cheech and Chong movie where they pretend to be ice cream vendors. That was his last movie, and I'm guessing it's because he lost his life a little like Brandon Lee did when a stoned Cheech or Chong ran over him in an ice cream truck, more than likely while he was standing in a doorway.

Mark makes his third wish--that the movie will end soon--and then that's pretty much it. This probably shouldn't be shown to children even though there's a valuable lesson in there about how you shouldn't be a dick, especially around Christmas.