Hiển thị các bài đăng có nhãn Adrián García Bogliano. Hiển thị tất cả bài đăng
Hiển thị các bài đăng có nhãn Adrián García Bogliano. Hiển thị tất cả bài đăng

Chủ Nhật, 26 tháng 10, 2014

LATE PHASES - Review By Greg Klymkiw - CanuckPreem TorontoAfterDark FilmFest2014

Nick Damici:
One of America's
Greatest Actors!
Late Phases (2014)
Dir. Adrián García Bogliano
Scr. Eric Stolze
Pro. Larry Fessenden
Starring: Nick Damici, Ethan Embry, Tom Noonan, Lance Guest, Erin Cummings, Tina Louise, Rutanya Alda, Karen Lynn Gorney, Caitlin O'Heaney

Review By Greg Klymkiw

Nick Damici is one of the best actors working in America today and he continues to dazzle us in Late Phases as a blind, retired war veteran who grudgingly settles in a retirement community plagued by an especially nasty werewolf. Damici, of course, is the terrific screenwriter who works with the extraordinary Jim Mickle and has scribed several great scripts that he's also acted in (Stake Land, Mulberry Street, We Are What We Are, Cold in July). He's got a rough-hewn handsome tough-guy quality and in another world, he'd have been as big a star as the late, great Charles Bronson (albeit with somewhat wider acting chops than the 70s action star of Death Wish, et al). With Late Phases, his versatility is a fait accompli.

From a strangely sensitive screenplay by Eric Stolze (this is a werewolf movie, after all), director Adrián García Bogliano weaves a compelling exploration of society's cast-offs - people of august years whose families insist they live in gated, monitored havens where they exist safely away from the hustle and bustle of lives they once actively led. In many cases, the forced relocation of our elders has the more insidious undertone of not just keeping them away from harm, but simply getting them out of the way, a sentiment which can also manifest itself quite overtly.

Stolze's thoughtful, intelligent and resolutely character-driven genre script also plays with the late phases of the lunar cycle when, just after a full moon, there is a period of calm in werewolf country as the moon settles benignly into its last quarter, new moon and then, first quarter phases. It's here, during this month of calm where one can best prepare for the next onslaught of a werewolf attack. (Sorry to get all egghead on you here, but these are genuinely elements which add to this film being such an exceptional genre piece.)

Damici's character Ambrose isn't even a bonafide senior citizen. Still in his early fifties, he's none too happy that his son Will (Ethan Embry) has packed him off into this place where many go to die.

And die they do.

Soon after Ambrose settles in with his seeing-eye dog, one of the seniors is savagely attacked - torn to ribbons, in fact. Ambrose himself narrowly misses getting munched. The idiot police chalk up the death to "another" (!!!) animal attack in the area. After all, the retirement community is on the outskirts of town just next to a deep upstate New York forest.

Ambrose isn't buying it. He wasn't born yesterday. He's seen things in war, in far-flung lands, that many of us will never, nor would even want to see. Though he is now afflicted with blindness, he's kept himself trim, fit, sharp and has learned to wend his way around, with or without his seeing-eye dog. Ambrose is a soldier, a dyed-in-the-wool, much-decorated, ass-kicking killer. His senses were always sharp, but now, in blindness, all his other senses have become even more attuned to the world around him.

Most importantly, Ambrose has maintained the right to bear plenty of firearms and good Goddamn, he knows how to use them - blind or not, so much so that when he concludes that a werewolf is indeed the culprit, he even gets a local gunsmith to manufacture silver bullets for his humungous double-barrelled shotgun.

Blood will be spilled, but it won't be his, nor any others living in his community.

This is, as far as werewolf movies go, a new classic to add to a mighty pile which includes George Waggner's The Wolf Man, Terence Fisher's Curse of the Werewolf, John Landis's An American Werewolf in London Michael Wadleigh's Wolfen, Joe Dante's The Howling and John Fawcett's Ginger Snaps. In addition to Stolze's script (with, God forbid, a story, characters and subtext), it's solidly directed, features good, old-fashioned transformation effects (no bullshit digital here, thanks) and, of course, the one, the only Nick Damici.

As a delightful bonus, Ambrose's journey includes a trip into religious fundamentalism land when he grudgingly decides to attend a local church in spite of his agnosticism just to get to know some people outside of the land of the living dead retirement community. Here, he meets the creepy, though erudite Father Roger (salaciously played by the great character actor Tom Noonan) and their strange friendship adds considerable resonance to an already rich tale.

Besides, can any movie featuring supporting roles for Tina Louise (Ginger Grant on Gilligan's Island) and Karen Lynn Gorney (John Travolta's ice-queen dance partner from Saturday Night Fever) be anything less than first-rate?

I thought not.

THE FILM CORNER RATING: **** 4-Stars

Late Phases had its Canadian Premiere at the Toronto After Dark Film Festival 2014.

Thứ Năm, 13 tháng 2, 2014

HERE COMES THE DEVIL - Review By Greg Klymkiw - Creepy Mexican Horror Shocker the whole family will love.

Note to low-budget indie filmmakers:
You can never go wrong with some gratuitous lesbo action.
DILF ALERT! DILF ALERT! DILF ALERT!
Here Comes the Devil (2013) ***1/2
Dir. Adrián García Bogliano
Starring: Francisco Barreiro, Laura Caro, Alan Martinez, Michele Garcia

Review By Greg Klymkiw

All those who object to gratuitous lesbo action during the first five minutes of a horror movie, please raise your hands. Nobody? Good. As a respected Canadian film producer born in Eastern Europe (whom I shall allow to remain nameless) once said to an incredulous young indie filmmaker, "The man - he likes to see the woman with the woman, and the woman - she likes to see the woman with the woman, too."

Now, all those who object to some utterly wicked (and gratuitous) bloodshed following said lesbo action in the aforementioned horror movie, please raise your hands. Nobody? Even better. You're now ready to see Adrián García Bogliano's super-creepy Mexican shocker Here Comes the Devil.

Après the aforementioned gratuitous lesbo action and bloodshed (gorgeously photographed, I might add), you're sitting in the cinema wondering - okay, are the filmmakers ever going to be able to top this one? Well, yes and no, but good goddamn they've sure grabbed you by the short and curlies and now you can't get your eyes off the screen even if you tried. (Though, I suppose you could poke your eyes out, but that would kinda be stupid, eh?)

Where the film takes us from here is mega-Creepville, for director Bogliano slows down the pace in all the right ways and before we know it, we're plunged into the lives of a family driving through the hills near Tijuana. Mom and Dad (Francisco Barreiro, Laura Caro) pull over to a roadside stop and agree to let their kids (Alan Martinez, Michele Garcia) explore the nearby caves. This allows the happy couple an opportunity to get in a little backseat bouncing like in their youth and the kiddies get to experience both nature and the local colour. (Thankfully, the family is not passing through Ensenada - the wildlife in some of the more dubious nightspots involves donkeys. 'Nuff said.)

It might have been handy, however, had everyone known about the local legends surrounding the caves. Mom and Dad end up falling into a comfy post-coital snooze while their kids fall into some mighty mysterious goings-on. Thankfully, after some harrowing worries regarding the disappearance of their children, the kids reappear - safe and sound.

Or so everyone thinks.

What follows is utterly horrendous - in more ways than one, and if things don't quite plunge into gratuitous territory, we're not at all disappointed because the movie is genuinely compelling and scary in ways reminiscent of the very best horror films that employ atmosphere and psychological terror. This is not, however, to say that things don't spiral into total sickness. They do. There's no need to spoil this for anyone, save to say that we're served up a number of tasty morsels guaranteed to invoke both gooseflesh and possibly even regurgitation. A check-list of sickness includes some barf-inspirational boffins, some superbly sickening blood letting and a very nice shower scene. 'Nuff said.

(Years ago when I ran my own art cinema in the 'Peg, I used to hand out air sickness bags for certain movies and encourage patrons to vomit. Alas, far too many of them didn't use the air sickness bags and this poor kid who worked for me, one very hard-working, sweet-faced Paulo Rodriguez, was sadly forced to clean up the spillage. Still, it was a great promotion which I tied-in to a heavy metal radio station. I urge Colin Geddes at the Royal Theatre where Here Comes the Devil opens theatrically in Toronto to consider a similar stunt. I can give him Paulo's phone number, or he can just hire my cousin Peter's fine cleaning company Bee-Clean to do the job.)

It's great to see a movie like this is playing theatrically. Far too many terrific genre films these days go straight to home entertainment formats and while this is fine for second helpings, collectors and lazy assholes who don't want to leave home, the rest of us prefer our shocks on the big screen. Here Comes the Devil, though not quite in the same classic territory of the great Val Lewton RKO thrillers, takes a similar cue and keeps us rooted in the more human elements of the story - here, it's family dynamics. Where it deviates, of course, is that we get to have our cake and it too - lots of creepy atmospheric chills, garnished with a few delightful dollops of sex and violence.

An unbeatable combination, to be sure, but it helps that Bogliano helms the proceedings with a sure hand and elicits a clutch of fine performances - especially from the gorgeous Laura Caro as the decidedly concerned (and mouth-wateringly sexy) Mom.

MILF ALERT! MILF ALERT! MILF ALERT! MILF ALERT! MILF ALERT!

"Here Comes the Devil" is a Magnet picture distributed in Canada via the visionary VSC and making its theatrical debut at the wonderful Royal Theatre in Toronto's Little Italy. Hopefully Johnny Lombardi's ghost will be present.