MEETING EVIL

Published on May 7, 2012 in Movies

Several troubling themes hidden within a tense killer-on-the-rampage melodrama. This film was released as an on-demand video, with a very limited theatrical rollout. Most of the few critics who cared to review it were not especially kind. Perhaps they were confused. Indeed, one wondered whether it is “…a crime drama, a psychological thriller, a biting commentary on American society, a supernatural horror story, a religious fable, or some bizarre combination of all of the above.”

His last choice is correct. Meeting Evil is a “bizarre combination of all the above.” I would add that once the double meaning of the title is finally revealed, the merely annoying aspects of American society subjected to the “biting commentary” grow into something far more dark. Hauntingly, it is dark enough to give pause to a serial killer.

Real estate agent John Felton (Luke Wilson) has just been fired, and since his house is in foreclosure, and he has a stack of past due bills, this is not good news. His wife Joanie (Leslie Bibb) and their two kids arrange a surprise party for him, but this backfires. Obviously, he’s not in the mood. Joanie opts to take the kids for a walk in the park.

Soon after, John meets Richie (Samuel L. Jackson), who says he needs help with his car. However, this is just a ruse, which first leads to both of them going to a local bar in Richie’s car, while John has left his wallet and cell phone at home. Oddly, at the bar are both his former boss, who fired him that very day, as well as sexy Tammy (Peyton List) his former mistress, who still seems to love him.

Needless to say, John is uncomfortable with these circumstances, and would like to call his wife for a ride home, but this can’t be arranged. Instead, Richie, Tammy, and John end up in Tammy’s car, and so the adventure begins.

Richie is shown to be a brutal serial killer, piling up the body count within a short time. Yet, he does little harm to Tammy and none to John. All will be revealed, with a twist I did not see coming. And, no, I don’t believe the critics who said that they saw it all along.

 

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Richie says he only kills people who are “already dead.” While we are likely not in favor of homicide, his assessment of the victims is pretty accurate.

There is an amazing contrast between Joanie and Tammy, and I have little doubt whom most guys in the audience will prefer. This movie has much to say—sub-rosa—about women in American society. From Joanie and Tammy to the fat broad in the cell phone store with way too much self-esteem, and the little girl who flips off the cops. You can tell a lot about a society by the way it treats its women, indeed.

As if it weren’t bad enough that Joanie is having an affair with the contractor building their pool, anyone who has ever gone through the agony of putting in a pool will immediately sympathize with the big hole in John’s backyard, one of the greatest clichés in all construction work. The idea is that straightaway, the guys dig the hole, but it might take months for the rest of the job to be completed, as they go about starting more jobs, digging more holes, and stringing along more clients.

If you want to learn the twist, see the movie!

 

SAFE

Published on April 30, 2012 in Movies

Safe

Taut actioner, featuring Jason Statham and an oversupply of villains: The Russian mob, Triad gangsters, corrupt cops, evil politicians, and shady government operatives. All this against a backdrop of the mean streets of New York City. What’s not to like?

Mei (Catherine Chan) is a gifted 12-year-old Chinese girl, who has been taken out of her school, to perform an important task for the Triads. With her photographic memory and immense mathematical skills, she is recruited to help gangster Han Jiao (James Hong) pull off some sort of scheme in the Big Apple. Mainly, she has to memorize a very long number, which is to be matched with another very long number to get the sizable payoff.

Apparently, Han feels that relying on a human is much safer than using encrypted computer data, or something.

Meanwhile, we are introduced to Luke Wright (Jason Statham), down on his luck—not to mention having run afoul of the Russian mob, who brutally killed his wife, and threaten everyone around him. He is seriously contemplating suicide, by jumping onto subway tracks, when he spies Mei, herself running from the Russian mob, who temporarily abducted her from the Triads in NYC. Luke decides to help her. Indeed, it is his reason for living.

Adding complexity to the proceedings are a group of corrupt cops, led by Captain Wolf (Robert John Burke), who is playing the Russians against the Chinese, and demanding his pound of flesh. It rapidly boils down to Mei and Luke against the world, as the baddies get knocked off, leading up to the final confrontation—in which corruption is revealed at the highest levels.

 

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It is sadly quite believable that Mei can be plucked out from her classroom in China, to be used for nefarious purposes. But if Chinese officials are corrupt, they could learn a thing or two from the city fathers of NYC —or so this movie would suggest.

Another point that rings true is that the tragic attacks of 9/11 are being used to enrich a small number of individuals. Here, the panicked atmosphere in the wake of the attacks justifies a federally-inspired secret hit squad, which obtains the key to a huge fortune. The big numbers camouflage a safe combination (hence the double-meaning of the pic’s title).

Although it has nothing to do with this film, I couldn’t help thinking of Laurence Olivier’s famous line from Marathon Man (1976), which he repeats and repeats: “Is it safe?” On the other hand, the dark 1970s notion of not being able to trust anyone portrayed in that film, as well as the setting being New York City, indicate a few similarities between the two movies.

It is revealed toward the end that Luke and the mayor’s aide (lover, actually) were both on the secret hit squad. Interestingly, there is no plot reason for the mayor and his aide to be gay, other than the now quite limited shock value. True, they want to get the money and live happily ever after, but who doesn’t?

Inexplicably, Luke and Mei keep almost none of the fortune for themselves. Considering that Mei has locked in her brain the full extent of Han’s US operations—deposited in various secure locations—they would have probably have been “safe” in taking a chunk of the loot.

 

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

Published on April 15, 2012 in Movies

The Cabin in the WoodsA clever spin on the typical mad slasher tale, featuring send-ups of virtually every horror movie cliché you can think of—and some you would rather have forgotten. Replete with numerous twists, reveals, false endings, pointless details, and plot holes you could drive a truck through, this entry (sitting on the shelf since 2009) is nonetheless quite entertaining.

As the pic opens, various images of ritual human sacrifice are portrayed, and the significance of this will become clear later. We now move to some sort of high-tech facility, where engineers Hadley (Bradley Whitford) and Sitterson (Richard Jenkins) are discussing a scientific matter. Apparently, something big is about to occur, and the US seems to be in competition with a number of other countries in whatever this affair might be.

At this point, we switch to the conventional horror movie portion of the proceedings, in which five stock characters, including a jock, nice girl, naughty girl, stoner, and intellectual are heading to the eponymous cabin. The group begins to explore the cabin, and—as a trap door opens—discovers a creepy cellar, containing every horror movie prop known to man.

Before long, Dana (Kristin Connolly), the nice girl, discovers a diary, and by reading some incantation in Latin, unleashes a gaggle of zombies that viciously attack our heroes. Meanwhile, back at the high-tech facility, we learn that the zombie attack is but one of dozens, if not hundreds, of possible murderous scenarios that could have been triggered by various objects in the cellar. Indeed, the scientists there are watching every move in the cabin, and have even bet on which plague will be unleashed.

There is a purpose to all of this mayhem, and as the scene switches back and forth between the cabin and the high-tech facility, the awful truth will be revealed, amid a goodly amount of old-fashioned gore.

 

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Although this is hinted at virtually from the beginning of the movie, the purpose here is to offer human sacrifice to appease evil gods, who live under the Earth. I suppose that this ritual has been performed since the dawn of civilization, but lately high-tech is the way it happens. Absent the sacrifices, the planet would be destroyed.

The big players in the sacrifice game are the US and Japan, but this time, the Japanese scenario—using a stereotypical J-horror girl with stringy black hair—fails hilariously, and it’s up to the Yanks to win the day…only we don’t.

Given the many possible death scenarios, the cabin/high-tech facility must keep on hand all sorts of horrible creatures, including a “sugar plum fairy” demon, with teeth for a face, weird marine creatures, space aliens, werewolves, a demon with saw blades in his head, and a giant praying mantis, as well as the killer zombies. Of course, the entire lot of them is unleashed at the end, and they kill all the scientists.

Maintaining this menagerie has to be a Herculean effort, never elaborated on. I guess with the survival of the world at stake, budget is no problem.

Through various twists and turns, it all comes down to Dana and the stoner Marty (Fran Kranz), who fight it out with the main puppet master Sigourney Weaver, in a surprise cameo.

One wonders how the human race could have survived at all, if you consider the epic fail by the Japanese team, and the incredibly sloppy job done by the Americans. This is the best that the two tech powerhouse countries could come up with?

And, here’s the biggest plot hole of them all: With several countries in competition for the ultimate human sacrifice scenario, thousands of people must be employed, not to mention an equal number of support vendors and ancillary personnel. Exactly how is such a massive undertaking kept secret from the “civilians”?

 
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THE NFL BOUNTY SCANDAL

Professional sports is probably at its most pathetic when it attempts to police itself. The first big scandal occurred in 1919, when several Chicago White Sox players agreed to intentionally play poorly in the World Series—based on bribes from gangster Arnold Rothstein.

Since the White Sox were overwhelming favorites, the fix was in for gamblers who would bet on the Cincinnati Reds. Of course, the seeds for such corruption had been planted by Major League Baseball itself in that White Sox owner Charles Comiskey was notorious for underpaying his players, and even cheating them out of bonuses by refusing to play them when they would be close to achieving contract bonus milestones. Given Baseball’s reserve clause, the players either took the salary that was offered, or they couldn’t play at all, and that included all other teams.

The participating players in the Black Sox affair were banned for life, but I guess the scandal did not mean that much to MLB, since the Reds are still listed as the winners of that series (with no asterisk), which, incidentally went on for nine games—to increase revenue. Somehow, statistics-obsessed baseball purists missed that one.

Moving closer to the present, many sports have been “plagued” by issues resulting from the use of performance-enhancing substances. However, no rational case has ever been made as to why this is a problem. These athletes are professionals, and should be allowed to train and enhance their bodies any way they see fit.

Regarding the current NFL bounty scandal, whom does the league and the media think they’re kidding?  Most NFL players have clauses in their contracts whereby they get bonuses for reaching performance milestones. Defensive players are taught—from the first time they take the field—to hit and to hit hard.  That is simply how the game is played, and that’s what the fans and the TV networks expect.

No NFL defensive player was more feared than safety Jack Tatum, of the Oakland Raiders.  Among other honors, Tatum was chosen for the Pro Bowl three straight years (1973-1975). He was recognized as a hard hitter by sportswriters in his very first pro game, and his reputation only grew from there. He is perhaps best remembered for his hit on New England Patriots wide receiver Darryl Stingley, in a preseason game in 1978, that paralyzed Stingley from the chest down for the rest of his life.

At the time, it was considered a clean, legal hit, although Stingley was in an awkward position, and that particular play had been called repeatedly, all but assuring that the defenders would be ready to stop it—big time. The league did little to shield Tatum from the ensuing bad press, despite their marketing him for years as “The Assassin.”

Inasmuch as football is a game of collisions, and now involves players bigger and faster than ever before, the only way to mitigate injuries is by rule, and not by going after bounty systems, which probably exist on all teams. There is nothing healthy about having one’s body take the sort of abuse that football dishes out, and most NFL players—including Tatum, who died in poor health at age 61—do not achieve great longevity.

They make their choice to play the game, earn the money and the glory, and take the consequences. So, please, spare us the phony moralizing regarding these bounties.

 

THE HHS CONTRACEPTIVE MANDATE OPENS PANDORA’S BOX

The Catholic bishops are refusing to take the bait of the silly “compromise” offered by the Obama administration, whereby the insurance companies would be paying for the contraceptives, rather than the employer or the employee. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that such costs would simply be passed on to the employees in the form of higher insurance premiums, and eventually work their way back into demands for higher salaries, and thus be transferred back to the employer.

More than that, this little melodrama will force people to start thinking long and hard about the whole so-called health insurance matter.

Back in the day, “health insurance” meant catastrophic event coverage. The idea was that if you were really laid up with a serious illness or devastating accident, and the hospital bills would cost a fortune, your health insurance would kick in. It was NEVER intended that every little thing be covered by this insurance, any more than auto insurance would cover gas, oil, and routine repairs.

You may not care about the conscience of the Catholic Church, but maybe you DO wonder why your premium dollars should pay for someone else’s Viagra. You may have great sympathy for someone else’s mental health problems but wonder why your premium dollars should pay for overpriced—and not very effective—proprietary psychotropic drugs.

You may agree with the concept of sharing the risk, so that your premium dollars provide needed care for heart patients. But, I’m guessing that you are probably disgusted by how the system has been played by unscrupulous cardiologists and their useless stents.

And if you think that private insurance plans have been scammed, don’t even get me started about Medicare and Medicaid.

The debate over federally-financed health care—as one-sided as it was—began 50 years ago. It’s high time for round two, don’t you think?

 

CHRONICLE

Published on February 10, 2012 in Movies

ChronicleOne more teen angst flick, this time supposedly presented in the “found footage” format, ushered in by The Blair Witch Project (1999). I say “supposedly” because helmer Josh Trank makes little effort to promote this concept, except for occasional references to TV and security cameras, and the fact that protags are constantly filming everything. Editing is tight, perhaps further betraying the fact that there is little story here. The special effects are quite good for this low budget project.

Andrew Detmer (Dane DeHaan) has a pretty crummy life. His mother is dying, his father is an abusive alcoholic who’s always home because of an occupational injury, and he gets picked on at school. His only friend is his cousin Matt Garetty (Alex Russell). Matt persuades Andrew to go with him to a rave, and there they hook up with cool guy Steve (Michael B. Jordan).

The trio discovers a large hole, and climbing inside gets exposed to something odd. Before long they realize that whatever this was, it has given them what first appears to be the power of telekinesis (the ability to move objects with your mind). Within a few days, though, they now have superhuman strength and the ability to fly.

One interesting scene has them playing catch with a football at around 30,000 feet, with Andrew saving Steve from an airliner that suddenly enters their space.

As their powers keep increasing, Matt stresses the need for some rules as to how they would be applied, but Andrew balks, apparently liking his new status as an “Apex Predator.” Not surprisingly, the situation deteriorates, ending up with some death and destruction, and a battle reminiscent of General Zod versus Superman.

 

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One wonders if there were originally a lot more to this pic, before it got edited out. For example, Casey (Ashley Hinshaw) has some screen time as Matt’s girlfriend, but serves little purpose other than to be another person constantly filming, and thus maintaining the ridiculous conceit of a “found footage” movie. Hinshaw is an attractive performer, and the film needed another sympathetic character.

No explanation is given as to why Andrew becomes the strongest of the three guys, and his sudden turn to the dark side is an unexpected and foolish character arc.

There is clearly some footage missing concerned with Steve’s death, even if this void sets up the funeral surprise sequence. I doubt whether this was intended at the outset of the project.

Given the movie’s PG-13 rating, the aftermath of the implied sex scene between Andrew and a party girl seemed to push the limits. Upon reflection, her yelling “You’re disgusting!” to him refers to the fact that he puked all over her. However, at first blush this vomitus could easily have been mistaken for another bodily fluid—as disgusting or even more so. The producers got away with one here.

Telekinesis with kids has been tried before, of course, but has really only succeeded with Carrie (1976).

 

THE GREY

Published on February 1, 2012 in Movies

The GreyToo talky, too long, and more introspective than many viewers probably expected, this feature does touch on some big themes. However, helmer Joe Carnahan gives us plenty of room in how to interpret them.

As the pic opens, Ottway (Liam Neeson) is introduced as a sort of low-grade soldier of fortune, currently employed as a hunter/sniper, protecting a team of “ex-cons, fugitives, and assholes,” who work on a remote Alaska drilling operation, from bears and wolves. Straightaway, we see him take down a wolf, but you can tell that he identifies with these majestic creatures, as he hovers over the animal until it dies.

It is clear he does not like his co-workers nor his situation, and contemplates suicide, while he flashes on his wife (Anne Openshaw), who has left him for some as yet unknown reason. The cry of a distant wolf either distracts him from the suicide attempt, or inspires him to keep on living.

The scene now switches to a chartered jet, taking a number of the workers to Anchorage, for a bit of R & R, or perhaps in Ottway’s case, to the end of his term with the drilling company. His hopes for some rest on the flight are dashed as the flight becomes increasingly turbulent, ending in a crash—oddly foreshadowed by Flannery (Joe Anderson), one of the passengers.

There are only seven survivors, who think that their big problems are how to stay warm, and what to eat. But these considerations pale in comparison to a threat they soon discover: A pack of wolves, intent on killing them, to protect their territory.

Ottway convinces the group that they must abandon the plane’s fuselage to take refuge in the forest, only a short distance away. This is easier said than done, of course, as two survivors are soon lost to the wolves. Indeed, the survivors are knocked off one at a time, à la And Then There Were None (1945), also referred to as “Ten Little Indians” style.

Between wolf attacks, we get to know each character, and none of them dies in the manner you might expect, based on other movies of this genre.

The situation becomes increasingly grave, even as there are also hopeful signs. The group encounters an area that has been recently logged, and finds a river that is sure to lead them to civilization—if the wolves don’t get them first. Ottway relates a poem written by his father, to the dwindling band:

Once more into the fray.
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day.
Live and die on this day.

Clearly a riff on Shakespeare’s St. Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V, the poem reminds the men that as they fight off the wolves, they will never feel more alive, as that moment just before they die.

 

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It is revealed toward the end that Ottway’s wife “left him” by dying.  Yet, a note—presumably of regret—is being written by Ottway throughout the film.  He feels responsible for her death, I guess, but why?

Although you might surmise that Ottway is the last man standing, we never learn his fate, even if we stay beyond the final credits for a fleeting scene showing him and the alpha male wolf lying on the ground.  The implication is that the alpha is wounded.  Maybe there will be a sequel.

Verified attacks by wolves on humans are exceedingly rare, and a tale of the men fending off bears would have been more realistic.  However, that’s already been done in The Edge (1997).

Much is being made of the connection between the death of star Liam Neeson’s wife Natasha Richardson, and the bereavement of his character Ottway.  No doubt, this charged his performance.

 

BISHOP PAUL S. LOVERDE’S REACTION TO THE HHS CONTRACEPTIVE MANDATE

The Most Reverend Paul S. Loverde is Bishop of Arlington and spiritual leader of Northern Virginia’s nearly half million Catholics.  He recently commented on the decision by the Obama Administration to mandate sterilization and contraceptive coverage, including abortifacients, in health insurance plans offered by religious institutions, such as colleges and hospitals.

Here are my feelings on his statement:

1.    Loverde asks us “…to be prepared to engage in a strong defense in the civil arena of the basic human right of religious liberty.”  He adds that he “…will speak out consistently in the weeks and months ahead on this gravely important struggle for the freedom to practice our faith as full citizens of this great nation.”

But, I must ask:  Whom do we engage, and whom is he speaking out to?  The mandate is a policy created by an executive branch agency, headed by Kathleen Sebelius, a supposed Catholic and ardent abortion advocate.  Indeed, Sebelius is so owned by the abortion industry that her recent opposition to over-the-counter sales of the Plan B “morning after” pill, in a unprecedented move overriding the FDA, was done only to protect abortion providers.  Of course, her boss Obama was the most pro-abortion member of Congress.

If the mandate is to reversed, it would take a change of heart by these two, and absent divine intervention, this will simply not happen.

 

2.    One might ask what it takes for a notorious public sinner, such as Sebelius, who brings great scandal to the Church, to be excommunicated.  Then again, why stop with her?  There are several hundred nominally Catholic politicians, some of whom attend mass regularly, who openly defy Church teachings on marriage and life issues.  They do so with impunity because the Church is afraid to act.

You are possibly unaware that Dr. James McMahon, a Los Angeles abortionist and inventor of the partial-birth abortion procedure, was given the sacrament of anointing of the sick and was buried “by mistake” with full Catholic honors.

 

3.    For all the reams of statements issued by Church figures on Roe v Wade since 1973, the faithful are dismayed that Catholic justice William Brennan, one of the majority, was not publicly rebuked, let alone excommunicated.

 

4.    Moreover, most American bishops have embraced the intrusion of the Federal government into virtually all aspects of our lives in the name of “social justice,” quite foolishly not realizing that with such intrusion comes control–secular control.  Thus, their alarm over the present issue, while sincere, is far too little, far too late.

 

5.    Gone is the masterful way in which Pius XII engaged the Nazis, saved lives, and still preserved the Church.  One can only conclude that after World War 2, and certainly after Vatican II, this sort of Church Militant is long gone.  These days, our leadership does little more than craven posturing, whereby Loverde’s statement represents an almost worst case scenario of preaching to the converted.

 

6.    I am well aware of the boilerplate reasons for why the Church does not act.  Washington Cardinal Wuerl is quick to say that the errant Catholic politicians must be disciplined by their home diocese bishops.  How convenient.  Likewise, we are told that overly aggressive actions by the Church could threaten its tax exempt status.

 

So, it’s all about effete legalisms and the dollars.  The Pharisees would surely be proud.

 

JOE PATERNO (1926-2012)

Published on January 22, 2012 in Sports

Having one of the most storied careers in college football, only to see it all come tumbling down in the wake of a sordid sex scandal, was not what anyone anticipated for JoePa.  Sadly, his death will only heighten the speculations as to his involvement in the Sandusky affair.

Likewise, the achievements of this same storied career will no doubt be further scrutinized.  Technically, he was the head coach of record who did win 409 games, but one wonders how much actual involvement he had during the last few years.  Was he kept on merely as a fund-raising icon?  Given the power he wielded on the Penn State campus, the highly-touted graduation rate of his players is surely subject to question, as well.

Yet, the Penn State scandal is merely the tip of the iceberg, when one examines the travesty that is big-time college athletics, and the cartel status of the NCAA.  This miserable organization is only too willing to penalize players for even slightly profiting from their association with their team, while the schools earn millions from their slave labor.

Yes, a very few of the stars go on to professional careers, but what about the rest?  Should they be content with the psychic benefits they garnered?  And regarding the stars, why should the colleges be able to profit from their images, with no compensation to the athletes?

The entire system stinks to high heaven.  Perhaps the Penn State disaster will prompt someone to take a closer look.  As to Paterno, he’ll never get a chance to really explain what happened.  But then, he already had almost ten years to do so.

 

 

BRONCOS DEFEAT THE STEELERS

What a game, and what an ending!  After all the hype about how the overtime rules for the playoffs have changed, Tim Tebow and the Broncos proved that none of that mattered.

The new rules provided for both sides to get the ball, unless one team scores a touchdown on its first possession.  Not only did Denver score a touchdown on the first series, they did it on the first play.

Credit brilliant play-calling by offensive coordinator Mike McCoy, and the blinding speed of wideout Demaryius Thomas.    Tebow faked the hand-off to running back Willis McGahee, and then hit Thomas at the Denver 38, in the left flat.  Thomas streaked through coverage all the way to the right, and shredded the Steeler secondary for the TD.

For those keeping score, Tebow passed for 316 yards (as in John 3:16), and his ten completions averaged 31.6 yards.

As to those who attack Tebow’s religious beliefs, and his aw-shucks manner, one wonders if there is some sort of Stockholm Syndrome going on, whereby the pundits not only accept, but actually prefer their sports stars to be thugs.

It’s anybody’s guess how the Broncos will do next week against New England, but one thing’s for sure:  This Tebow kid is a gamer.

 

 

 
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