Oprah Movie Club Pick for November: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial


1982 science fiction fluff

Rating: 10/20 (Dylan: 3/20)

Plot: The titular gelatinous wrinkled sack of pudding is stranded on Earth, and a young boy and his siblings have to help him call home.

Before I begin, I need to let you know that I have done the work for you. And yes, perverts, there is a pornographic version of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial which you can watch part of right here if you are in the mood.

This is also the first of my stream-of-conscious posts where I essentially just try to give you a glimpse inside my mind, real-time. As in--while I'm watching the movie. Of course, you're reading this in the future, and I am not currently watching the movie. But you get the idea. And I should probably warn you--a trip through my mind might be scarier than an E.T. pornographic film. But it's something that I'm frequently asked about as one of the most popular movie bloggers and the movie reviewer who once watched 137 movies in a row with the word "man" in the title. "Shane," people will say when they stop me on the street or email me or scream using a megaphone from my front yard or send me messages telepathically (all good methods to get in touch with me, by the way), "just what goes through your head when you watch a movie?" And this kind of blog post--which I'm still trying to think of a name for--is the closest I can come to giving an answer. The parts in bold were added after I'd watched the movie. Of course, a lot of this could have been changed. You can't trust somebody who's throwing out a review of the Oprah Movie Club pick for November on Christmas, right?

I haven't seen E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in a really long time. I would have guessed there was a colon in that title, but instead, the movie seems to be called Extra-Terrestrial the Extra-Terrestrial. The only thing I really remember is that there's a scary scene where the little gay kid finds E.T. in a field and bicycle flight.

Peter Coyote is in this. That's not his real name [His real name is Rachmil Pinchus Ben Mosha Cohon] and probably the name he picked when he thought he was going to be a television news reporter or a guy on the radio talking about the traffic. "This is Peter Coyote with a look at your traffic. There's a fender bender on. . ."

Sparse opening, purple on black with silence gradually building into some eerier than you’d expect from John Williams.

E.T.’s arrived in some sort of Christmas ornament. I think I saw one of those at Walgreens a few days for about 8 bucks. Maybe I can get E.T. spaceship for 90% a few days after Christmas.


Shrooms? The ET’s are manufacturing drugs in that thing? So it’s really nothing more than a flying meth lab. No way I'm hanging that thing on my tree then because I don't want my kids to get the wrong idea.

I do think I like this movie more already knowing that E.T. and his cohorts are actually on a mission to look for some really kick-ass drugs.


I really don’t remember this movie at all. So far, it’s about as thrilling as the old Atari E.T. game that almost single-handedly brought the company down.


ET’s on make-out point, trying to pleasure himself--I’m guessing from the sounds--and a bunch of guys in pick-up trucks come along. And now it’s reminding me of The Galaxy Invader, only not nearly as sexy.


These aliens wobble like they’ve got vertigo or something. Of course, it's already been established that they're all stoned out of their minds, so I guess that makes sense.


Why the close-ups of that guy’s crotch and keys? Seriously, this is about the fifth shot of this guy's crotch. Is that Peter Coyote?


I like how they reach the ship and shine their flashlights at it as it flies off.


Dungeons and Dragons? These guys are totally going to hell, at least according to my parents.


Elliot’s annoying. I wouldn’t let him play Dungeons and Dragons either. You just know this kid would play like a little bitch.


Wait a second. Go wait for the pizza? They’re telling him what they want on it? Wouldn’t they have taken care of that when they ordered the pizza? That's a continuity error. Or more accurately, it's just poorly written by a guy who doesn't understand pizza.


I think Elliot is lost in his own house. And why’s he need a baseball glove and ball to get a pizza anyway? Light’s on in the shed, so he throws a ball in there. Then, he steps on the pizza. Lesson about life here: Don’t send Elliot for the pizza because he’s apparently a dumbass.


Coyote’s come back? Peter Coyote?


This family might have the creepiest backyard I’ve ever seen. When I was a little kid, I was a little afraid of the cornfield surrounding my house because I thought I’d be attacked by a groundhog some day. I’d blame this movie, but I think that fear predated this. It's a nice shot though--the only shot we get of the backyard. Moon, fog, shed, corn.

Ahhh! E.T. of the Corn!


That first shot of E.T. is terrifying and then hilarious. That reaction! I thought this thing was supposed to be a Jedi. Why would a Jedi show that much fear? Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side. Come on, E.T.! You're better than that!


Reece’s Pieces? I thought aliens liked Coca Cola and McDonalds. Isn’t that what we learned from Mac and Me?

Now that I think about it, the aliens in Mac and Me wobbled quite a bit, too. Is there any part of this movie that Mac and Me didn't rip off?


Mom’s had that coffee cup poised at her mouth for about five minutes.


“Penis breath!” How could a mother not laugh at that? And should Drew Barrymore have to hear language like that? I think Drew hearing that word at such a young age explains everything we need to know about her.


Is this older kid an Eisenberg? He looks like an Eisenberg.

[Nope--he's Robert MacNaughton, and apparently he's getting back into acting after a 27 year hiatus.]


You wonder how a species can evolve into something like this--giant head, rubbery skin, really short legs, a chest that glows, long fingers and arms.


You've got these guys looking for whatever and one of them finds candy on the ground. So, of course, he eats one of them? What? That's actually a pretty good commercial for Reece's Pieces right there. "Reece's Pieces--candy good enough to eat off the ground!"


LIke E.T. doesn’t know Greedo or Hammerhead. Boba Fett makes an appearance! Being in this movie is the worst thing that's happened to Boba Fett since he got knocked into the Sarlacc Pit by a blind man.


This “Look! This is ____” scene [Elliott teaching E.T. about the names of various things in his room] should have lasted about another 45 minutes. “See, this is a sock. You put your foot in it before you put on your shoe."


Who do you think would win in a fight between E.T. and Harvey the dog? I know who I'd root for.


Spilled milk...further cements the theory that this is about a boy reaching puberty.


69,000 on Asteroids! Holy crap! Bitchin’ Space Invaders shirt! I’d wear that still if I had it.


Drew screams! E.T.’s neck goes up and he screams! Runs off with his hands way up in the air. That's pretty hilarious. But here's where Spielberg screwed up: Imagine another scream from Drew Barrymore where her neck goes up. That would have been the funniest thing anybody's ever seen in the history of mankind.


Elvis Costello poster in the kids room?


Elliott’s got a giant closet...and a stained glass window. With the puberty subtext, this has to mean something, but I can't figure out what it would be.


Good another shot of that guy’s keys…


So he can levitate Playdoh balls and bring flowers back to life...those are definitely Jedi powers.


Kid with headband and Uranus joke. Says “Get it? Your anus!” three times. Get a clue, kid with headband. Your joke just sucks. I hope E.T. gets rid of you first once the killing spree begins.


Bus activity...should have been a cut scene since, you know, kids don’t actually act like that on buses.


Why does Elliot’s house seem to have a very bright light shining on it from all sides? It's almost like his house is inside the sun. This is a really oddly-lit movie.


E.T. eating potato salad...made me laugh.


Drinking Mom’s Coors. Uh oh!


Why’s Elliott belch in class? Drawing terrible pictures, belching audibly...that’s two strikes. Hey! I think Short Round’s in his class. Ok, Elliott’s getting drunk by proxy or something?


Throws a beer at Tom and Jerry cartoon…


This teacher is boring, but you have to give him props for actually making the students kill the frogs they’re about to dissect.


Talking to his frog...a real teacher would send Elliott to a counselor.


Parallels with E.T.’s television show and Elliot at school kissing a girl. What the heck is going on?


Refrigerator door knocks him over...another laugh. He doesn’t look like a Jedi to me. Of course, puberty is an awkward time, so I guess it all makes sense.


Mom’s oblivious...first she doesn’t know her kid’s going outside in the middle of the night, then she doesn’t seem to notice that her house is littered by E.T.’s one man party, and finally she doesn’t notice there’s an alien in her house.

Then again, what adolescent boy wants his mother to know when he's going through puberty?


Wait, Gert’s old enough to stay alone?


Transvestite E.T. and the kids exchanging “E.T. phone homes” for about 10 minutes. I don't even know what to say about that.


He doesn’t look so good? He didn’t look good to start with, and he’s been living on a diet of nothing but beer and candy!


Make a space phone out of a Speak and Spell, an umbrella, and a saw blade...


Mom’s reaction to the Halloween costumes is terrific. Spielberg doesn't understand how pizza works or how mothers react to Halloween costumes. At least we find out that E.T. left some Coors for her though.

E.T.’s getting horny as he checks out Mom in her costume. But I think he’s asexual. Isn’t he supposed to be a plant?


I wouldn’t want to trick or treat with E.T. He really slows things down and chases down Yodas. You do have to wonder about the connection he seems to have to Yoda. That can't just be Spielberg's nod to his buddy Lucas. What's this say about E.T.'s relationship with Yoda? What's it say about puberty?


He can make bicycles fly, too. These special effects are fantastic, by the way. That just looks dangerous, but Mac and Me proved it could be worse. At least Elliott isn't going to fly off a cliff in a wheelchair.


Mom’s going nuts at home by herself.


Ok, legitimate question: Why’s E.T. make his little garbage phone wind operated? Can’t they just move it manually? And how does Elliott know it’s working? Because there’s a fork moving a saw blade and making an irritating sound?


Grow up together, Elliott? E.T. is a wrinkled elderly man, isn’t he?


Oh, my God. I don’t remember it, but I believe E.T. and Elliott are going to make love. A better father would shut this thing down and send his son out of the room.


Drew mentions Mexico again and makes Mom start crying...damn, she really hates Mexico.


E.T. in water with raccoon...I can't be the only person who laughs out loud at that, can I? I think I probably even laughed when I saw this as a nine year old.


Mom’s response to seeing dying E.T.: Big smile and a “That’s terrific!”


I once taught a kid who had skin that looked like dying E.T.’s. In fact, another teacher [Not me--I want to make that clear.] actually referred to him as "Dead E.T."

I guess this is what happens when you overuse your extra-terrestrial, Elliott. Learn a lesson from it, kid.


Why do they need to be wearing spacesuits?


Dying Elliott is an even worse actor than the normal Elliott.


This movie is so poorly paced, and the scene where they’re dying is maybe the best example of it. I could make a space phone out of a bicycle horn, a broken cassette player, three eggs, and a spork in the time it takes these two to die.


Older brother screaming at a plant--this is what people are referring to when they call this "movie magic," right?


CPR scene...he’s awfully squishy there. And that’s like 30 people screaming a bunch of things. I am CPR-certified and don't remember anything about how it works better if there's a bunch of screaming.


“Something’s happening.” Kids are brilliant.


“I think he’s dead.” This is the point when the movie should have ended.


Spielberg’s giving this kid way too many lines. He’s barely audible over this schmaltzy music anyway.


Wait a second...that “I love you” brought him back to life. “E.T. phone home!” This is the kind of crappy storytelling that makes me want to throw a shoe at my television.


Teens putting on hats shot…classic.


They have guns in this one...I thought those were replaced with flashlights. [Ok, I researched this. Spielberg digitally replaced guns with walkie-talkies, not flashlights. But it's switched back to guns now, presumably because somebody pulled him aside and said, "Stephen, remember when you took the guns out of Extra-Terrestrial the Extra-Terrestrial and replaced them with walkie-talkies? Yeah, that was really stupid."]


Bike ramping...that was so obviously not Eliott in that scene. I'm not looking this up, but I'm going to imagine it was the same bicycle stunt person who filled in for Nicole Kidman in BMX Bandits.


“We made it!” Oh, shit!” Ummm...how did he not see the bunch of people. Bike’s flying off which is an even worse special effect in daylight. And why do they need to still pedal? This movie’s making me angry.


And suddenly--night time.


I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think it’s a good thing when you can see your heart through your chest. And when it's glowing like that.


Drew’s acting…”I just want to say good bye.” This is her best performance since that thing she did on the top of David Letterman's desk.


With all that E.T. learned, I doubt he’d be able to connect physical and emotional pain. I'm not buying the sentimentality in this "Ouch" scene.


The siblings are probably wondering why they didn’t get a hug and a fondle.


“I’ll. . .be. . .right. . .here.” Why’s his finger need to glow? Seriously, I'm going to need somebody to explain the science behind this glowing stuff.


Then it takes him a half an hour to walk up the ramp to his spaceship. No wonder his friends left behind at the beginning of the movie.


Almost morning now? And the ship shits rainbows. Because of course it does.


I’m assuming Elliott's family were all later arrested.

Headin' Home


1920 biopic

Rating: 12/20

Plot: It's the true story of Babe Ruth's baseball beginnings, but only if you take out everything that happens in this and replace it with stuff that actually happened.

Don't get me wrong--I'm a big fan of Hollywood myth making. The biggest problems with this story of George Herman Ruth have nothing to do with the facts not being right. I mean, who wants to see six of the Babe's siblings die or Babe Ruth being ignored by his parents? The main problem is that the movie's boring, a hastily-put-together affair that fails to take advantage of any kind of charisma the Babe might have had. Sure, it's fun seeing a scrawny Ruth take a few swings, and he does appear to be a giant compared to everybody else in this movie, but he's an athlete and not an actor and it kind of shows. The storytelling is weak and cliched, although probably not as much for a movie from 1920. There's a love story subplot that I didn't really care about and some drama involving a dog that somebody was trying to turn into meat. I think. I probably blinked and missed a title card or seven. Speaking of title cards, this one leans far too heavily on them. I don't think I even did this much reading during the last foreign movie I watched. And these title cards might have been funny in 1920, but the weird attempts at this small-town vernacular and dialect just seem so silly about 100 years later. I mean, take a gander at some of these:

"That pink-letter feller thought he wuz th' whole red alphabet."
"Man for man, that spaghetti wuz stronger'n the' White Sox infield."
"The Volunteer Firemen's Quartette wuz tearin' the moss off the Old Aching Bucket." (No idea what this one means.)
"There wuzn't nothin' wrong that Babe couldn't do right."
"The young uns gave Babe the merry razzberry." (Good band name though.)
"The vamp put up an awful holler when Babe slipped her a deuce spot and blew before the eats were paid for." (Sorry. Should have put a [Spoiler Alert!] in front of that one.)

I'd love to live in a time when people talked like that, but it seems so artificial here. As does Babe's sister's hair. Her name was Pigtails in this, but what they did to this poor girl's head was ridiculous.


Oh, and you know what else? The Natural, specifically the part of the story that has Roy making his own bat and hitting home runs with it, completely rips off the true story of Babe Ruth. I didn't know that. Anyway, this might be worth checking out for baseball fans wanting to see about 2 minutes of one of the greats at work. It is hard to believe that a guy who looked like that was an athlete. It had to be great vision and incredibly fast hands or something. Surely it wasn't the little girl legs.

The Muppet Christmas Carol


1992 Christmas movie

Rating: 15/20 (Jen: 16/20; Dylan: 13/20; Emma: 15.5/20; Abbey: 16.5/20; Buster: 20/20)

Plot: It's like Charles Dickens' novel except with a lot of Muppets.

Dylan: "A Muppet with a puppet?"

This isn't the best version of the classic Christmas tale, but it's right up there. It's definitely the funniest. As with every other Muppet movie, this needed more Lew Zealand. I know I've mentioned this before, but the more I put it out there, the more likely the Disney people will stumble upon it as they're looking for somebody to sue. See, Disney's into these origin stories. We've seen them with Marvel, and we're about to see them with the Star Wars characters. Why not the Muppets? And if the Muppets, why not fan-favorite Lew Zealand!


I'm seeing it as a mix between Black Swan, Jaws, The Shawshank Redemption, Drive Angry, and The Godfather Part III. Now, Disney might not like my thinking on this next part, and I know most people watching a movie with Muppets want to see a variety of Muppets, but I think I'd prefer the movie to have only Lew Zealand in it for at least 90% of it. Hans Zimmer should provide the score.

But I digress. This movie doesn't have much Lew Zealand. He's in an impressive extended shot through dirty Victorian streets, streets stuff with Muppets! I'm distracted imagining the logistics of this sort of thing, wondering just how many people have to be involved to make all that work. Most of the familiar faces appear in this, albeit most very briefly. Kermit gets to be Bob and Miss Piggy's his wife, Fozzie is Scrooge's old employer, the Electric Mayhem play uncharacteristic music at a barn dance, and Sam the Eagle is kind of forced in there. The Swedish Chef appears briefly, and so do Bunsen and Beaker. Gonzo and Rizzo the Rat are the Muppet stars, providing narration that doesn't really work for me. There's no Scooter. And the Muppets don't matter all that much since they--probably wisely--went with a human main character. Michael Caine is a fine Scrooge, hitting all of the emotions of that character very well, and a Muppet Scrooge probably would have made the whole thing a little too silly. Statler and Waldorf play a pair of Marleys, clever puppet casting, The other three ghosts? The Ghost of Christmas Past would be the most unsettling thing I've ever seen in my life if I had never watched The Polar Express. The Ghost of Christmas Present is a little better--and bigger--if not all that memorable. I wish the scenes with The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come was concealed more in darkness, but he looks cool, all withered and faceless. He's just the right amount of terrifying for a movie that's made at least partially for children. As with all Muppet movies, there are a lot of jokes that just don't work at all, but the more Muppets you see, the more charming that gets. This one's also got songs, and although they're not offensive, they're not all that memorable. All in all, this is a good telling of a story that's been told way too many times.

The first time I saw this movie was in the theater back during my freshman year in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was with a gay man who lived across the hall, and although I didn't realize it was a date, the guy probably thought it was a date. We saw a bunch of movies, and he always paid. I probably should have realized we were dating because of that actually, but I was just as stupid then as I am now. I actually miss those days because although I was never interested in being in a relationship with another man, I did like seeing movies for free. It does make me wonder if he thought A Few Good Men was going to be something else.

I know I did a favorite Muppets list a long time ago. I don't know where that's at (a comment?) and maybe it's time to do another. That could be my next top-ten list!

Everything Is Terrible! Holiday Special


2012 found footage smorgasbord

Rating: 16/20

Plot: A collision of hundreds of Christmas video footage showing the viewer that although everything is terrible, everything is even more terrible during the holiday season.

And now I have another holiday tradition.

You know what this is? It's a love letter to Jesus. That's what this is. It even starts with the words "Happy birthday, Jesus" on the screen. And from there, you get example after example after example and examples piled on top of other examples of just how appalling human beings are around Christmas. You get scenes from classic movies, the kinds of movies where little kids watch Santa stab a dog to death with a spoon; more singing animals or people in animal costumes than you'd ever care to see; a whole lot of Alan Thicke, including footage with Kirk Cameron's dad hanging out with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and rapping, "He sees you eat your pizza;" Kirk Cameron himself sharing the true meaning of the holiday, because apparently crass commercialism isn't really the true meaning; lots of white people rapping; a choir singing to some very confused Native Americans; a glorious elf montage and an extended scene with some unfortunate Jar-Jar Binksian character named Tanglefoot; a Jesus cake topped with His blood; lots of Santa violence. Hanukkah gets its turn, too, most notably with a (yes, white guy) rapping about the festivities while wearing a gaudy Star of David necklace that Flavor Flav would probably find excessive. Along with the excess Alan Thicke, there's a lot of out-of-context Henry Winkler as Scrooge in his darn good version of A Christmas Carol. If I ever see that one again, there's no way I'll be able to watch it the same. As always with these Everything Is Terrible! folks, this is assembled from an impossibly bulbous collection of videos, and the amount of time that would have to be put into watching all of this crap, sampling the best (read: most terrible) bits, and then recontextualizing it all is staggering. And it's not just mindless reappropriation either. A "sad time" montage says a little about how the holiday season really makes some people feel, and a lot of this is works as an almost-sickening display of our commercialism. Perhaps it should be the type of thing that should make me cringe, fall into a hopeless depression, or vomit my figgy pudding. And yes, there's a lot in this that you'd describe as cringe-worthy, but for the most part, this kind of stuff just makes me laugh and laugh. Just watch this and try not to giggle at the lengthy montage of Santa violence. Or my personal favorite terrible moment--singing kitties juxtaposed with a shot of Jesus covering his ears in pain.

Also--you might miss it if you blink, but I believe there's a suggestion in this that Duane (a dancing blond kid who makes frequent appearances in these Everything Is Terrible! movies) is the son of God. And really, at this point, who am I to argue with that?

Bad Movie Club: Santa Claus


1959 Mexican Christmas nightmare

Rating*: 5 creepy reindeer (Fred: 5 graven images or 5 false prophets or 5 pagan trees; Libby: 5 [just 5]; Josh: 4 fat Santas with tiny parasols; Johnny: 4; Mark: just a tease--didn't actually participate)

Plot: Santa Claus and his associates--the creepiest reindeer you'll ever see, a Mexican kid, Merlin, and a blacksmith with weird chest hair--battle Satan, apparently for control of the world. 

This is my go-to Christmas movie along with Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas which I can't enjoy anymore because my family has ruined it for me. Sure, you might name Santa Claus Conquers the Martians as the paragon of good-bad Christmas entertainment, but does that movie have any demons? No? Didn't think so. 



How about an extended scene where Merlin, an absentminded fellow in this one, makes magic flowers for our hero? Or about twenty minutes devoted to the stereotyping of various nationalities? Or a scene where Santa's stuck in a tree while a mean-looking dog barks at him? Or Santa coasting to earth with the help of a tiny parasol? Or Santa's home, filled with gadgets that would make Pee Wee Herman cream himself if he happened to catch this one in a theater?


What movie has explained the idea that the titular jolly old elf knows when we've been sleeping better than this one? I just love those lips (Fred commented that he's adding them to his "spank-bank"), and I love the satellite dish with a human ear in the middle of it, too. Say what you want about this thing's bad storytelling, poor pacing, general incoherence, hyper-sentimentality, bad effects, or awful acting. Whoever was responsible--Mexicans--did approach this tired traditional character and holiday with some creative gusto. This movie's never really boring, except for all the scenes that are boring, of course. But those are just boring because they don't really know when to end them. 

I never made the connection until right now, but director Rene Cardona is the same director of several Santo movies and also did an Aztec Mummy movie. I think that alone is a contribution to humanity worthy of some kind of posthumous Nobel Prize. 

Anyway, I already wrote about this movie right here. I reread that just now, and it seems that I've already written about this movie in a post that is also worthy of a posthumous Nobel Prize. Of course, that's not going to happen until 1) I die and 2) people notice that I have a blog and find that entry. 

If the rating system looks different, that's because it is! We've unveiled a new rating system specific for Bad Movie Club. It's a 5-point system instead of the normal (and completely perfect) 20-point system. In this case, a "5" means that it's classic good-bad movie fun. A "1" would be, on the other hand, a movie that was probably really bad but not much fun at all. So there you go.

In a World. . .


2013 comedy

Rating: 13/20

Plot: The daughter of a trailer voice-over legend tries to get a start in the cut-throat world of that profession.

Two movies in a row where the writer-director-star must have a lot of confidence. Here, Lake Bell has a scene where another character calls her "really really pretty," which, although she isn't exactly ugly, still has to take a certain amount of self-assuredness, doesn't it? I watched this because it's got Demetri Martin, a comedian I really like; Fred Melamed, a guy whose back hair I've always wanted to see a lot of; and Nick Offerman, who despite being sans mustache does get a cool hat and lines like "You've got to take that thing out of here before she strains her milk." It's not a bad little movie, and I liked being forced to think about voice-over stuff as an actual craft. Melamed gets a couple almost-funny scenes, including his part in a montage where he's warming up his voice. But for the most part, this wasn't really funny at all. From a feminists perspective, it's also a little confusing. I'm not sure what it's trying to say exactly. I had a difficult time connecting with any of these characters, so maybe it's a case where this just wasn't for me.

Don Jon

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Knights of Badassdom


2013 action comedy

Rating: 9/20

Plot: A few LARPers battle a demon.

I have to give this a bonus point or two for a lack of any kind of scene where the titular role-players lock foam swords and scream the title of the movie. Or, now that I think about it, maybe that would have been pretty badass. If you want to watch a movie like this, you should watch Rock 'n' Roll Nightmare instead. This is probably a better movie with a more cohesive plot, better characterization, better effects, less product placement, and a cooler title (barely), but after some initial self-aware cutesiness, this starts to feel repetitive and maybe a little mean spirited. It doesn't really work as a comedy even though I did like how committed everybody was to the concept, and it doesn't really work as an action movie either. Geeks with an interest in these sort of role-playing hijinks or death metal music or especially both of those might get more of a kick out of this than other people. Peter Dinklage appears to be having a lot of fun, and I like how his character's diminutive stature isn't overtly addressed at all in this. I can't remember a movie where a little person character blends in better than Dinklage does here. In a movie where almost all the performers are squeezing everything they can from over-the-top geekery, nobody really stands out, even when Dinklage is saying cool things like "We'll be back, you redneck cocksuckers. This I vow." I also liked Jimmi Simpson as the game master or whatever they're called in this kind of thing. The demon--after its transformation from the main characters ex-girlfriend--was a little underwhelming. If you're looking for funny B-movie fun, there are plenty of options that aren't Knights of Badassdom, although you have to appreciate that title.

It's Such a Beautiful Day


2012 cartoon

Rating: 17/20

Plot: A stick figure named Bill's mental problems make his life a little magical.

If I told you that this is 62 minutes of narration--by Hertzfeldt himself--and animation that really does just consist of line drawings that doesn't really seem all that more advanced than the flip-book where a pantsless guy hip-thrusted for about 65 pages before exploding in a bunch of scribbles, you would probably decide not to watch this. So I won't tell you that because you should definitely watch this. Initially, I was a little put off by the lack of structure although the non sequiturs made me smile or even laugh, but there's a moment when time collapses, where past and future and present all bleed into one, and where you realize that you're watching the mundane life of a bloated stick figure pass before your eyes where it all strangely comes together. Splashes of color, shocking sound effects, split-screens (sort of), and psychedelic backgrounds give this an avant-garde flavor and keep things unpredictable and fun. Well, as fun as something that's about as psychologically intense as a flip-book can get. Bill's tale isn't happy at all, but Hertzfeldt's got this ability to make it all so funny. The humor's random; the surrealism's rampant. Hertzfeldt's work was featured in The Animation Show compilations that I watched a few years ago, and I wasn't sure how his stuff would work in a full-length feature (well, 62 minutes). I was enormously entertained by the whole thing and even slightly moved and really didn't want it to end.

And I learned something! You want to avoid fruit in supermarkets that are at crotch level.

Jurassic Park: The Lost World


1997 blockbuster sequel

Rating: 11/20

Plot: There's another island with dinosaurs on it, and Jeff Goldblum doesn't want to go but does because his girlfriend is there. But once you meet his girlfriend, you wonder why he even bothers because he's Jeff Goldblum and can probably have any woman he wants. Or man. Then, there are some guys hunting dinosaurs there, and you start to wonder if this was written by a child with a Mad Libs book. And what do we learn? We learn that these people should have waited until they had a better story before wasting all this money on special effects. 

I don't really want to talk about this one. 

Balls.

Batman Returns


1992 comic book movie

Rating: 13/20 (Abbey: 16/20)

Plot: The titular dark knight has to save Gotham from a penguin man and a cat woman, the former which he's also trying to have sex with. Ok, the latter. But wouldn't a Danny DeVito/Michael Keaton sex scene have made this the best Batman movie ever?

I am too immature to watch a movie in which Christopher Walken says "balls," especially when the actor's got the kind of hair he has in this. If you're trying to decide whether or not you're mature enough to watch this movie, here's a little test. Scroll through these pictures of Walken. If you can make it through them without giggling and peeing a little bit, you can watch this. If not, then you're not allowed to watch it.

Ready? Begin.

Balls.

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Did you make it? And are you still confused about why my blog is so popular? 

I like this as much as the first Burton Batman movie, and its good qualities and bad ones are about the same as the ones from its predecessor. Danny Elfman's score is about perfect, Burton's imagery and sets are always intriguing, and there's a quirk to this that puts it someplace between the complete goofiness of the original Batman television series and the later Nolan trilogy. The bad guy, just like in the original, is more intriguing than Michael Keaton's Batman/Wayne. DeVito, who I'm not even sure had any make-up for this, is more of an ugly misshapen man instead of a cartoon character, although DeVito overdoes things a little and does his best to make him into a cartoon character. And he leaks. Walken's character is fine, and Pfeiffer's probably perfect for the Catwoman character (though I'd take Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether, or Eartha Kitt over her) even though almost everything she says is stupid. When almost all of your lines are puns, your character probably doesn't have much of a chance. There's probably too much plot. I got a little bored trying to follow along after a while, and the cool and creative sets--especially that dilapidated amusement park and the sewer--and all the auxiliary characters and penguins kind of lost their appeal after a while. It's fun, but it feels like it goes on a little too long. 

Balls. 

Journey to the West


2013 martial arts movie

Rating: 14/20

Plot: A inept Buddhist demon battler encounters a trio of dangerous demons while getting help from a female demon hunter desperately trying to get his romantic attention.

The special effects can't catch up with Stephen Chow's ambitions or imagination here. I'm sure that if we all could see the movie in Chow's head, this would be one of the greatest fantasy/action movies of all time. At the very least, it would be the greatest movie featuring a demon fish, pig-headed guys, and a monkey king of all time. Of course, some sort of invention that would allow cinephiles the ability to crawl inside director's heads would completely change the movie industry. People watching this movie could also just ignore how bad some of the CGI in this looks and just appreciate the ideas that went into the whole thing. I found that impossible, however. If you're used to other Stephen Chow stuff, you'll know what to expect here: a completely disregard for physics, a lot of cartoonish slapstick, a protagonist who's a bit of an underdog, probably way too many ideas for a single movie. The pace for the whole movie feels a little spastic although individual set pieces are paced really well. The opening sequence with the devil fish is fantastic. You actually know you're in for something special when the camera zooms in on the setting, a multi-leveled fishing village with a giant water wheel. I don't know if everybody would do this, but I immediately started imagining characters flying all over that set before any character was introduced or any action took place. When the story does begin, it's the sort of dark humor you'd expect from Chow--a father traumatizes his little girl before a demon further traumatizes her. That fish attack is very well done, and the little girl's "You're so silly" is about as fun as tragedy can be. The rest of the scene features a giant CGI fish and some other sketchy affects, but the artificiality kind of gives this a tone that I like. And the creative action choreography more than makes up for it. And like I said, you forgive the effects because it's all so ambitious and hilarious. I also really enjoy how people scream in this movie, and there's some great facial hair. If the entire movie had looked as good as the extended opening scene in the fishing village, I would have scored it a lot higher. Unfortunately, the effects seem to get worse as this goes. There's a restaurant scene with allusions to cannibalism, an ugly-CGI demon, and several gruesome images, and the scenes that take place there are fine. I also liked a bulky cartoonish steamship contraption some competing demon hunters used to move around. The way that motors around is very funny, but the special effects that show that off get in the way. Once we get to the climactic scenes with the Monkey King--his "Hi!" cracked me up at one point, and the whole character was pretty awesome--you can see way too much computer in this thing. Blood spurts, giggles, the "Almighty Foot," the flamboyant and oily "Master of Meat," Prince Important (or Impotent) and his entourage of middle-aged women, squeaky toy sound effects to accompany punches to the head, and a magic bracelet weapon that might be the niftiest weapon I've ever seen in a kung-fu movie. But I've probably said too much because the less you know going in, the more fun you're probably going to have. There's a lot of Buddha stuff at the end of this that ties all the random bits of this together into some kind of allegory that I only marginally understood. It shifted the tone in a jarring way, but it would make me pay a little more attention to the finer details of the story if I ever watched this again. It's fun enough, so I just might.

Bad Movie Club: Black Mama, White Mama


1973 women in prison movie

Rating: 6/20 (Libby: 9/20; Fred: 3/20; Jeremy: 4/20)

Plot: One of a round-headed big-wig's sluts and a blond revolutionary are imprisoned in a women's penitentiary on an unnamed island. After they get in a little bit of trouble, they're chained together. While being transferred somewhere else, those revolutionaries attack. They escape, and have to work together to survive.

Libby really wanted a women's prison movie. Any movie with Pam Grier, the titular black mama, is probably worth watching, and she doesn't disappoint here. Neither does the titular white mama, Margaret Markov, an actress I don't know but who seemed to be in only women's prison movies. Here, the gals are as scantily-clad as they're supposed to be in a movie of this caliber. There's also the obligatory shower scene, this one especially wacky since it features a masturbating female prison guard peeking through a hole at naked women who have just been put in what appears to be a harsh prison atmosphere but aren't so upset about it that they can't laugh about spraying each other with a hose. Markov later puts her panties on a dog, probably because she's a genius, which lead to my favorite line in the movie where the head revolutionary, after he recognizes the under garments, is asked if he recognizes them by sight or smell. If you don't like to see women's skin as much as me (or apparently Libby), this has plenty of shoot-'em-up scenes and explosions and weird-colored blood. And it's got Sid Haig with a psychedelic ride, a cowboy hat, and the kind of mustache I wish I could grow. Look at him!


Look at him again!


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That last one's a borderline classic scene where he checks out some guys' junk, apparently because the makers of the movie decided the movie wasn't long enough and needed another scene. Haig also gets a sex scene--heavy on the foreplay which, in this case, means that it's actually all foreplay--with a pair of women who I'm guessing weren't paid any money to be in the movie but were instead paid in getting to see Sid Haig roll around in his tighty whities. Haig's Ruben gets all the best lines. And yes, I realize that I've spent most of this review of a women's prison movie talking about Sid Haig which probably means something. But scroll up there and look at Sid Haig again, and I think you'll understand. This isn't the greatest women's prison movie or anything. In fact, only the exposition takes place in the prison. However, the two leads and Haig and even the round-headed guy make it worth the time if you're a fan of the genre.

Cold Souls


2009 sci-fi movie

Rating: 15/20

Plot: Actor Paul Giamatti, played by an actor named Paul Giamatti, is having trouble with a Russian play and decides to have his soul extracted because it's apparently getting in the way of his acting. He regrets the decision. He borrows a Russian poet's soul, but that doesn't help. He then has to deal with some Russians selling souls on the black market in order to get his little chickpea back.

Intriguing little comedy that doesn't really end up saying much about the soul or being all that funny. What makes the whole thing worth watching is a versatile performance by Mr. Giamatti playing himself, a very layered performance. He's great as himself, something that feels weird to type, but he's also really good when doing some fake stage acting--both the good and the completely hilarious. The whole thing feels like the same kind of smart neurotic slapstick that you'd associated with Woody Allen. This thing's compared to Being John Malcovich or Kaufman's other work, but it definitely reminds me more of Woody Allen. There are a pair of relationships that are sweet for very different reasons, and a slightly-indeterminate ending that is as visually beautiful as it is perplexing. My favorite scene was a throwaway one where a woman is listening to a "How to Speak English" tape in a car, and I think I might have given this movie a bonus point because of a ridiculous hat that Paul Giamatti wears in Russia. The movie's a little slow at times, but Giamatti's at the height of his powers, the deadpan humor fits the light sci-fi well (though it's not all that funny), and the premise is just weird enough to keep you interested.

Cool poster, too.