It’s extraordinarily difficult to write a review of a movie like The Fourth Kind because it’s not really a movie so much as it is an agenda.
Clearly, someone desperately wants us to believe that what we’re seeing is actually really really REALLY REAL, and won’t be satisfied until, my guess is, we start pestering our Congress critters for answers. I’m not sure. Because I’ve never left a movie so utterly confused, and I’ve seen David Croenenburg movies.
This one follows Dr. Abigail Emily Tyler, who is played by Milla Jovovich, who actually TELLS us that’s what she’ll be doing in the beginning of the movie. And we’ll be following her around as she conducts a sleep disorder study on the people of Nome, Alaska. Now, Nome is downright infamous for being hard to reach, but apparently it’s also got a serious missing persons problem, and it’s somehow become the FBI travel destination of choice, garnering over two thousand official visits when neighbor Anchorage, who has something like seventy times the population, rates only about three hundred visits in that same time frame.
Now, it’s hard to tell at first glance just how much of this is real and how much of it so utterly fake as to be a complete pantload, because the movie is trying so very desperately hard to convince us that EVERYTHING WE SEE IS HAPPENING FOR REALS, YO, by virtue of running split screen so often I thought I was watching 24. They’ll do two splits and three splits and four splits and four splits with rotating frames. It got to the point where I wondered, is this a movie or a Final Cut Pro demo? And they’ll run, almost ad nauseum, “real footage” alongside footage of the actors, to try and cement that belief.
I’ll freely admit that this is some creepy stuff–when that guy started levitating I got a little freaked out, and Abigail Tyler “herself” under hypnosis was a cold chill up my spine but do I believe this actually went down? No.
See, one great line from the movie that manages to describe the movie in its entirety is where one of the “patients” is muttering that he’s okay, and “Dr. Tyler” swings in with “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” And that’s exactly what I thought of this movie. Yes, okay, you’re going to RELENTLESSLY show me this “real footage” and insist, as loudly and vociferously as possible that it’s real, and frankly, I kind of doubt it.
Folks, this has allegedly been going on since the year 2000. But somehow it took almost TEN YEARS for someone to exploit it? Come ON. We’re talking about a Hollywood scene so desperate that TWO GARFIELD MOVIES looked like a good idea but we’ve got allegedly actual footage of a woman shrieking that she’s god in SUMERIAN and NO ONE’S ran with that ball yet?
The Screenhead Ten Scale joins me in a dismissive back of hand “bah” to this creepy but horrendously disjointed fright fest and acknowledges that the idea is pretty scary but forces my suspension of disbelief engines to glow white hot and give off an ominous whining noise. Thus, it hands this incredulous horror romp a five out of ten for being creepy yet not even vaguely credible.
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Code 46, the British sci-fi film set in the not too distant future where the population is divided between the wealthy ones staying in the cities, and the not so fortunate ones who have been delegated and separated outside. An insurance fraud investigator, played by Tim Robbins, is visiting Shanghai, where his investigation leads him to meeting a woman and… you’ll have to see the rest for yourself. There’s not much action or drama in the film — it’s rather slow and the pacing and story carefully unfold during the movie. It’s by no means a perfect film, but definitely worth seeing, if only for it’s beautiful photography.
In the distant future, mankind is fiercely fighting an alien civilization, and when a pilot from each side of the battling worlds crash land on a planet, they’re forced to work together in order to survive. It’s the sci-fi version of the buddy movie, yet very intelligent and, at times, emotional, offering an excellent comment on society, where “working together usually benefits both parties”. It was Wolfgang Petersen’s first success in North America after “Das Boot”, but sadly, one of his most forgotten ones.
Christian Bale’s first real action movie, as a law enforcer in a dystopian future where human emotions and art are strictly forbidden in order to eradicate violence and war. So they are told. People are controlled with a daily intake of “equilibrium”. Bale’s character forgets to take the “medication”, and subsequently begins to “feel”, giving him a new perspective on the situation. While the movie wasn’t a commercial nor artistic hit, it offered an original view of a dystopian world, interesting action set pieces, and the introduction of the “gun kata”, a martial arts style which includes gun-fighting.
I wanted to hate this movie. Believe me, I did. Going into this thing burned like acid on my soul. After the colossal cash-grab wreck that Michael Bay and company made out of the first one (Character development? Who cares? More explosions! Plot coherence? Who cares? Bigger explosions! Actually respecting the canon? Who cares? More AND bigger explosions!) I longed to tear this nightmare into quivering bloody stumps.
I admit that I was not aware going in to see Russell Crowe’s latest, State of Play, that it was based on a British
For those of you who aren’t already familiar, “tinfoil hats” are about what they sound like: hats made from aluminum foil. While they’re fairly interesting as a fashion choice, they have a much more benevolent purpose in the conspiracy theorist circles–namely, to block harmful mind control rays transmitted by the government from reaching your brain and messing with it in any of a hundred possible ways.
I have to admit, when I saw the new version of My Bloody Valentine, shot for a 3-D process that I had hoped was long dead, I was surprised.