Fun in Balloon Land


1965 cheaply produced nightmare fuel

Rating: 1/20

Plot: A kid is whisked to Balloon Land where he has what I believe are supposed to be adventures with ocean life, cowboys and Indians, and ballerinas. Then, we're forced to watch a parade narrated by a woman who can barely read.

Two bits of shane-movies trivia here:

1) There's no way I've watched two movies back-to-back with such a gap in lengths. Tarr's Satantango at 7 1/2 hours and this at 53 minutes? I think that record is safe for a long time.

2) I don't believe I've ever watched a 1/20 and a 20/20 back-to-back like this. Not a lot of movies get 20's, and not a lot of movies get 1's, so I  really doubt I have.

This opens with a few shots of a parade, but if you don't pay attention and miss things, don't worry because you'll see the same shots again later on. As an introduction, parade shots aren't a terrible way to go. This isn't shot very well, just one camera from a single location on the parade route. But the real problem is the song accompanying the parade shots. It sounds as if the lyrics were either hurriedly written with barely a tune to very literally describe what was happening in the parade or they were made up on the spot. If it's the latter, demons are very obviously involved because there are multiple people singing. I'm not sure how long this opening song lasts, but it's way too long. "Look at the float, ain't it ducky. Hey, kids, now aren't we lucky." You might think that's the worse set of lines in any song that's ever been "written," but then you're hit with something like "Elephants trunks are a-waggin high over the little red wagon. My, how the teddy bear's laggin'. I'll bet his arches are saggin'" and you just want to die.

Then, you get the story. Sonny is being read to, but whoever's reading to him falls asleep. There are no credits for this movie listed on imdb, unfortunate because I'd like to see if the kid ever did anything else. Sonny wanders over to an open book that's taller than him and stands with his back to the camera like he's waiting for the Blair Witch.


Or maybe that's not a book. I'm not sure what that is.

Suddenly, he's whisked to Balloon Land, a place that would be magical for any child who was locked in a basement and not allowed to see any of the outside world until the age of ten. He has a conversation where he really shows off his acting chops with a tall balloon aristocrat or something before some ballerinas come out and dance for what seems to be twenty minutes. The voice of that balloon character, along with the voices of all the balloon characters are read by somebody who was kidnapped, put in the trunk of a car, and forced to read the lines by flashlight. The anxiety he must have felt might explain why he reads, "You may now go out and slay any dragon you wish to stray" at one point.

Now by this point in the movie, you're completely stunned. But you're still not prepared for the next balloon scene where Sonny's had an inexplicable wardrobe change and apparently supposed to be underwater.

What is happening? 

No, I don't know what that blue thing is. The entire sequence has a sound effect that I'm sure is just a person with a glass of water and a straw making the exact sounds that my parents told me to stop making when I was seven. That water king has the same voice as the balloon creatures. And not even mermaids can save Sonny from what I assume is a future career in gay pornography. 


The whole thing is nightmarish. 

After a stop at a farm where Sonny dances around with some other children while singing the exact song you would guess he'd sing at a farm, he meets some bow-legged cowboys. 


It's Sonny's fourth wardrobe change. The kid's like Lady Gaga or something. And maybe at this point, the viewer starts to think, "Well, this is excruciatingly awful, but at least it's completely harmless. There's no overt racism or anything like that, right?"


Son of a bitch! Come on, Fun in Balloon Land! What the hell? The kid continues talking to these balloon creatures, but to be honest, I had no idea what they were talking about because I was stunned by what I was seeing. 

And then, at about the 15:30 mark, we leave Balloon Land and watch a parade in Philadelphia. For nearly the rest of the movie. I don't even enjoy watching parades in person, and I've always hated seeing them on TV where Al Roker or whoever has to sit there and read descriptions of what we're seeing. That's sort of what's going on here except the woman narrating the parade can't read very well. She's like a child who was given these lines, ran through them once or twice, was told to "read it with some feeling," and then tried her best to read them with feeling even though she didn't seem to understand them. And for a half an hour, that's all you get--a woman poorly narrating a parade. You wonder how many times she's going to say the word "gay," feel sorry for the Southern Lehigh marching band who likely has no idea that they're in something that could damage their reputation by being featured in this, and scratch your head when she says things like "Have you ever heard the expression 'dressed up like a circus horse'?" It ends with Santa Claus, but by that point, there's nothing at all to believe in. 

The best shot of the movie might be a young kid watching the parade who actually yawns.

So must of this movie doesn't even happen in Balloon Land, and you really start to feel bad for Sonny. But you feel worse for yourself because you're watching a poorly-narrated parade. Sonny ends up just fine, right back with the Blair Witch, and the whole thing ends with the producers of this mistakenly believing that we needed to hear that terrible song again. "Marrying turkey is sighin'. Even old Mr. Walrus is cryin'. Wise Mr. Owl sits there singin'. Piggy Wig stands with a ring in. . .his nose." 

A part of you will die if you decide to watch Fun in Balloon Land

Satantango


1994 epic masterpiece

Rating: 20/20

Plot: Workers on a communal farm decide to take off with all the money, but the plans are changed upon realizing that another guy, presumed dead, is returning. Meanwhile, a little girl abuses a pussy like she thinks she's Donald Trump or something, and an alcoholic doctor watches it all. It rains a lot.

Two steps forward, one step back. I looked it up, and that's essentially what's going on with a tango. I figured the structure of this would be like a 7 1/2 hour tango, and indeed, that's what it appears to be. You watch an initial scene unfold, an extended tracking shot that you expect when popping in a Bela Tarr movie, and then a true opening scene involving three characters, a scheme, and a little infidelity. Then, an inciting incident when they get wind that the Christ-like dead guy and his sidekicks might be returning. In the second chapter, you catch up with that guy and his beard, and you find out he's up to no good. And then, you're introduced to the doctor character, and you get to see that whole first chapter unfold again from his perspective as he watches from his window and writes about it and draws a picture.

If that sounds a little dull, it probably will be for most people. I did mention the movie was 7 1/2 hours long, right? I don't think Bela Tarr movies are for everybody, and I definitely wouldn't start with this one. There are tedious moments of time where nothing at all seems to be happening, and nothing seems to be pushing any sort of plot forward. It's as slow and meditative as any movie you're likely to see. If you know Tarkovsky, you'll have a head start on most people, but Tarr tells his stories even more deliberately than Tarkovsky did. Personally, I loved the space. You had no choice but to absorb these characters and what was happening with them. You feel the apathy, the quiet chaos, and this bleakness hovering over this farm like the always-present storm cloud. Themes don't develop; they fester. And you're given so much time with all of these black and white characters in a black and white world, that you can't help but to absorb that, too.

Again, I want to point out that this isn't for everybody. No attention span? Don't watch this. You can't handle watching a disturbing scene where a cat is being abused by a little girl? Don't watch this. But if you've got the patience and can handle the animal abuse, this is a rewarding experience. There's bleakness, but there's also a humor, most notable in a 10-or-so-minute dance sequence (one shot, of course) featuring a bunch of drunk people, an accordion, and a guy pacing back and forth with a bread stick on his face and a scene with the government officials typing out revised descriptions of the other characters. It's a dark, sneaky humor, but it's definitely there.

And it's just so beautiful. I love Bela Tarr's eyes, and his patience as he allows these scenes to unfurl naturally. Sure, you could argue that you don't need to see everything that Tarr forces you to see, but I can't figure out why you'd argue that. I was engrossed for the duration, and most of that was because of how visually stunning this all is. That aforementioned opening shot of a bunch of cows, lots of tracking shots following characters as they're walking, the repeated scenes from different perspectives, the slow zooms. You might be bored, but it's unquestionably gorgeous.

Bela Tarr's The Turin Horse beat out Swiss Army Man for my best picture award last year, and I think this has a shot to be the third movie of his that wins that particular award.

Army of One


2016 comedy-drama

Rating: 12/20

Plot: The true-ish story of eccentric Gary Faulkner, a guy who is called by God to go to Pakistan in search of Osama bin Laden.

This had potential to be something pretty great. I mean, Nic Cage gets an excused to be unhinged, Larry Charles directed the thing, and it's the kind of stranger-than-fiction true-life story that deserves a movie. If you're looking for something entertaining, especially if you're a fan of the bizarre career of Nicolas Cage, then you should stop what you're doing and watch this immediately. If you're looking for a great movie, you can probably find something else.

I don't know where to begin with Cage. Most of what he does in this too-prolific part of his career is pretty boring. He shows up, does his Nic Cage thing, and takes home a paycheck. One might think the type of utterly insane work he did in stuff like Deadfall or Vampire's Kiss might be behind him. Although he doesn't quite reach the insane heights of those performances, he comes a lot closer than you might expect as Faulkner. Cage takes the dash of peculiarity and quirk already embedded in this particular character and he adds a few heaping spoonfuls of Nic Cage. It's the type of thing that touches on something magical a few times. There are just a ton of near-classic Nicolas Cage moments:

--A whiny freakout when he's talking to the annoying "God" character Russell Brand plays
--His answer to the "reason for your visit" question at an airport: "Taking care of business!" with a snorty laugh
--Great lines with Cagian deliveries: "You got to talk to the meat!" or "Does the Bearded One go to Denny's?" or "If these aren't the best chicken wings you've ever tasted, then I'm not the Donkey King!" or "They don't call me the psychic wizard for nothing!" or "This ain't my first rodeo, hombre!"
--Watching him puff on a joint
--When he plays a real-life version of fruit ninja. "Hey!"
--Rides both a donkey and a camel
--Sports a fez, more than likely because he discovered that he had one at home and brought it to the set one day
--Has a great movie drug trip in which he tells a kid on a coin-operated horse to "Ride it, cowboy" and kicks a pinball machine after walking around and laughing at things for five minutes
--"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yeh yeah y-y-yeah!"
--His laughing at Osama bin Laden, something truly magical
--His method of picking up girls: "I fantasized about you and went through boxes of Kleenex" is just an irresistible line, right?

The character is wacky, but it's a consistent wackiness that makes me wonder how difficult it would have been for the other actors to not break out into laughter during the shoot. The character's ramblings and mannerisms are in no way realistic, but nobody is going to watch this and say that Cage isn't creating something unique. It's a real character. He gets louder as the movie goes, the weird voice he adopts (which doesn't really match the voice of the real Gary Faulkner who's shown in the credits) wavers like all good Nic Cage voices and accents waver, and he gets to wear a ponytail. And he dances? Did I mention that?

Terrible music, an annoying portrayal of God, a great deal of the humor which just falls flat, some clumsy meta, and an Osama parody that completely takes away any last shred of realism for this story all conspire to sink this thing. It's not particularly well written, and there's probably too much going on at different times. But again, if you enjoy the wackiness of Nic Cage, it hasn't been this consistently wacky since Bad Lieutenant.


Kontroll


2003 mysterious comedy

Rating: 16/20

Plot: A guy who's part of a crew in charge of making sure people riding the subway actually have tickets never leaves his subterranean dwelling. When a hooded figure starts pushing people in front of trains, fingers are pointed at him. Meanwhile, he starts to develop feelings for a girl in a bear costume.

My only gripes would be that this might be a little too angsty--and not in that charming 1980's way of being angsty--and an oppressive electronic soundtrack. I can't say the score didn't fit with the frenetic action sequences or the tone of some of the quieter scenes, but that still doesn't mean I have to like the music.

There's a lot to like about this. The characters are a collective of oddballs that you won't see in too many other movies. They're not well-rounded or anything, but it's a fun ensemble cast around our main character and make this sort of existential crisis he's going through easier to swallow. There's something Kafkian about both Bulcsu's main issues and the various subplots, and the shadowing underground setting, which the movie never leaves, fits in perfectly. The movie was filmed after hours in the Budapest Metro, and the dinginess, the wear and tear, the angles, the lighting, and the lack of lighting all contribute to create a terrific mood. Director Nimrod Antal (I should have named my son Nimrod) has a great eye although filming in a location like this might be cheating. It seems almost too easy to get great shots.




Kontroll is sometimes thrilling (one particular especially comes to mind), mysterious, and funny, but it's also a good thinking man's movie. I'd recommend it, especially if you're a fan of similar foreign, ultra-modern films. Stuff like Run, Lola, Run maybe.

Marquis


1989 literary comedy

Rating: 14/20

Plot: The Marquis de Sade, apparently a dog, writes dirty stories from his prison cell.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are one movie in for 2017, and we've already got ourselves a penis puppet.

Howdy! 

Our hero also, on his member's urging, has sex with a wall. 

What should be a fascinating study of the battle between man's intellect and sexual desire is burdened by stiffness and all of this weirdness that distracts from the message. Then again, the weirdness is probably the main draw here. The characters are different animals, masked actors and animatronics, and they're all interested in kinky sex which is exactly how I like my masked characters acting. It gives the whole thing a bestialic edge though the animals are anthropomorphized. Cartoonish humor, a little claymation, the aforementioned wall sex, and the frequent conversations de Sade has with his penis Colin all contribute to the weirdness. 

I like movies like this that manage to be pornographic, or at least depraved, without being the least bit arousing. Meet the Feebles would be another one. 

At this point, I hope every movie I watch in 2017 has a talking penis in it. 

2016 Year in Review: Last Part

Best Tiny Character/Extra

I love the fringe characters, sometimes characters who you might not even notice or remember. Here are the candidates for the best ones from movies I saw this year.

Manillo from Burn After Reading, with one repeated line
Spoon Boy in The Matrix
The limo driver in Me and Earl and the Dying Girl (“Tuscan leather”)
Mike Pipper (Ron Anderson) in The Final Sacrifice


The beat-boxing waitress in Tokyo Tribe
“Goof” (the cat guy) in Maniac
That nearly indestructable Indian character in The Quick and the Dead
William Hickey, Toulon in Puppet Master


A mumbly guy in a bar in Moonwalkers
And a guy on a stretcher in a hospital scene in Olympus Has Fallen

The winner has to be that beat-boxing waitress! Because that was dope!


The “You’re No Chuck Norris” Award for Worst Action Hero

Peter O’Brian in The Stabilizer and George Chung from Hawkeye were both good enough to be worthy winners of this stupidly-named award. But there’s one guy who knocked this out of the park, and that was Bruce J. Mitchell as Zap Rowsdower in The Final Sacrifice.


In fact, let’s just go ahead and call this award the Zap Rowsdower Achievement in Bad Action Heroism from now on.

The Tootie, Worst Child Acting Award

Hiroyuki Kawase, not helped by the dubbing in Godzilla vs. Megalon
Keaton Nigel Cooke, Wiener-Dog

Those were both bad, but Ezra James Colbert, Tommy from Santa Claws, gets the Tootie this year.


The Wiseau

This award goes to the individual who decided that being a bad director or a bad writer or a bad actor wasn’t enough and decided to take on all three, a real triple-threat.

Y.K. Kim would win this for the triad of ineptitude in Miami Connection, but that movie was a repeat for me and doesn’t count.

This is tightly contested this year.

Lawrence Kasanoff voiced a character in the craptastic Foodfight! which he wrote and directed, apparently after several blows to the head.

James Bond III put himself in his own Def by Temptation.

Prince starred in Graffiti Bridge, a movie that taught us that Prince should have just stuck to music.

And Darren Doane ruined Christmas by writing, directing, and acting in Saving Christmas.

And then there’s George Chung for his work in Hawkeye, a movie he ostensibly made because he wanted everybody to see what a great action superstar he would make.

This is a tough decision. I have to go with Kasanoff, mostly because I like his imdb picture.


The Torgo, Worst Actor Award

Coleman Francis, Motorpsycho!
Brandon Gaines, overly enthusiastic in Superfights
Charlie Sheen, from the Eric Roberts school of voice acting with his work in Foodfight!
Horace B. Carpenter, the doctor in Maniac
Slim Pickens, Poor Pretty Eddie
Morris Day, Graffiti Bridge and probably Purple Rain
Prince, Graffiti Bridge
Mike Kellin, Sleepaway Camp
Walt Gorney, Crazy Ralph in Friday the 13th


John Fowler, a performance that will make you believe in Santa Claus again in Santa Claws
Evan Boymel, the neighbor Marcus Bramble in Santa Claws
Kirk Cameron and his hands or Darren Doane, Saving Christmas

The winner of this year’s Torgo? Horace B. Carpenter still managed to stand out in Maniac despite everything being awful around him. And that, friends, takes a special gift.


The Livingstone, Worst Actress Award

Haji, Motorpsycho!


Halle Berry, Catwoman
Charlize Theron, Snow White and the Huntsman
The screechy-voiced woman in Maniac (disqualified because I’m too lazy to look up a name)
Minnie Gentry, the grandmother in Def by Temptation
Shelley Winters, Poor Pretty Eddie

The winner? Shelley Winters! She could almost have this award named after her actually.


Best Actor

Rudolf Klein-Rogge, Mabuse
Paul Giamatti, Straight Outta Compton (he was up for a Torgo last year, as I recall)
Mark Rylance, Bridge of Spies
Louis Negin, Marv and others in The Forbidden Room


David Bennett, The Tin Drum


Gregg Turkington, Entertainment
Tom Hardy, The Revenant
Oliver Masucci, Hitler in Look Who’s Back
John Heard, Cutter’s Way
Tom Courtenay, Billy Liar
Steve Coogan, Alan Partridge
Elmber Back, Eisenstein in Guanajuato
Philip Baker Hall, Secret Honor
Carlo Battisti, Umberto D
Craig Roberts, Fundamentals of Caring
Robert Deniro or Harvey Keitel, Mean Streets
James Caan, Thief
Daniel Radcliffe or Paul Dano, Swiss Army Man
Pit Bukowski, Der Samurai
Cliff Curtis, Dark Horse

I’m going with an underdog here. Congratulations, Gregg Turkington!


Best Actress

Irma P. Hall, The Ladykillers
Kitana Kiki Rodriguez, Tangerine
Scarlett Johansson, Captain America or Hail, Caesar!
Julie Christie, Billy Liar
Rosel Zech, Veronika Voss
Anna Karina, My Life to Live
Kathy Bates, Misery
Shirley MacClaine, Guarding Tess

Easy winner here. Scarlett Johansson once again!


The Manos, Best Worst Movie Award

With a breakdown of Bad Movie Club, I didn’t watch as many bad movies this year as the last couple years, but there were still some great Manos contenders. Here they all are.

The Stabilizer
Shreck
Catwoman
Superfights
Foodfight!
Mazes and Monsters
The Final Sacrifice
Maniac
Exterminator City
Godzilla vs. Megalon
Legend of the Titanic
Tiptoes
Def by Temptation
Poor Pretty Eddie
Black Roses
The Borrower
Spookies
Santa Claws
Saving Christmas

And the winner of the coveted Manos award? I really really want to give it to Maniac because of its general weirdness, some of the worst acting I’ve ever seen, and the forcing of educational value as an excuse to show boobs in the 1930s. Although it’s probably the worst movie I saw all year, Foodfight! was simply too painful, and I’m still dizzy from the experience. The winner, however, is going to be Tiptoes, a movie that should have ruined careers.


Most Painful Movie Experiences

Why did I watch Hot Tub Time Machine 2, knowing that Crispin Glover wasn’t even in it? Or Skidoo? Or Snow White and the Huntsman? Sisters? The Angry Birds Movie? Now You See Me 2, especially after not even liking the first one. Brothers Grimsby? Caligula? Actually I know why I watched Caligula. Sausage Party? Friday the 13th? The Gift? The Purge? Yoga Hosers? And, of course, that aforementioned Danny Roane: First-Time Director movie.

Those were all painful. I can’t even pick a winner.

Best Movie of the Year

I saw a ton of good ones. Here were my top 15:

Hail, Caesar!
Pather Panchali
The Forbidden Room
Kwaidan
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
Billy Liar
Vagabond
Closely Watched Trains
L’Avventura
Sleuth
Hell or High Water
L’Immortelle
Swiss Army Man (my most joyful movie experience of the year)
Toto the Hero
My Life to Live

This year’s best movie: The Turin Horse, a perfect apocalyptic vision for 2016


Honorable Mention: The Voices, I Know Where I’m Going, Blind Chance, Cemetery Man, Thundercrack!, Fellini’s Satyricon, Moebius, Thief, Dark Horse, Captain Fantastic, Dressed to Kill, Chafed Elbows, Straight Outta Compton, Bridge of Spies, Look Who’s Back, Cutter’s Way, Steve Jobs, The Pornographers, Mean Streets (repeat), The Last Wave, The Merchant of Four Seasons, Hopscotch, My Man Godfrey, Japanese Summer: Double Suicide, On the Waterfront, Death by Hanging, The Revenant, Spotlight, The End of the Tour, The Walk, The Tin Drum (repeat), The Swimmer, Veronika Voss, The Lobster, Entertainment, Eisenstein in Guanajuato, Mood Indigo, and Tangerine