He’s in the Beer Belly of the Beast. He’s the…
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Week of October 28, 2016
Squatters are tangible ghosts. First up…
Lights Out
Sleeping with the lights on is stupid. I mean, who wants to
watch the monster-under-the-bed eat their legs?
Luckily, the restless spirit in this horror movie vanishes
in illumination.
With her younger brother (Gabriel Bateman) suffering from
insomnia, and her bipolar mother (Maria Bello) talking to her imaginary friend,
estranged daughter Rebecca (Teresa Palmer) returns to the fold to assist.
But she quickly discovers that her brother and mother’s
problems stem from a shadowy figure that stalks the household under the cover
of darkness, but evaporates when the lights are switched on.
A clever creature feature that prays on our inherent fear of
the dark, this low-budget thriller doesn’t skimp on the scares. Moreover, it
uses resourcefulness to execute the melancholy narrative about mental health.
The only bone of contention is with its clichéd creature design.
Ironically, when making love to a monster most prefer to
keep the lights off. Yellow Light
Captain Fantastic
The hardest part of living off-the-grid is communicating to
your friends and family that you’re living off-the-grid.
Which is why the recluse is this drama sometimes uses the
phone in town.
When his bipolar wife commits suicide, Ben (Viggo Mortensen)
is left to raise and educate his six children alone in the wilds of the Pacific
Northwest.
When his father-in-law (Frank Langella) goes against his
wife’s wishes of cremation, however, Ben and his brood head into the big city
to impede the funeral. Unfortunately, their short stint in society affects the
kids who now long for life back on the grid.
With a multifaceted performance from Mortensen as the
idealistic patriarch and an astute script with a number of surprises, Captain
Fantastic is a candid look at the self-sufficient movement and the pros and
cons of that egocentric life style.
Incidentally, the best dating sites for widowed wildmen are
walking paths. Green Light
***Artist License to Kill***
A Bucket of Blood
The problem with hipsters going missing is that everyone
just assumes disappearing is now cool.
Mind you, the missing cats in this horror movie have been
murdered.
Walter (Dick Miller) is an unassuming busboy at a beatnik
café that longs for the admiration the local poets receive from the girls,
especially his co-worker Carla (Barboura Morris).
It’s not until he kills a cat and casts it in clay that he
garners recognition as a sculptor. His next piece is a cop (Bert Convy) that
Walter murdered. The killings continue as the accolades roll in. But
regrettably Carla remains unimpressed.
B-movie maestro Roger Corman’s sardonic attack on the 1950s
art scene and the beat subculture that fostered it, this tepid thriller is
light on blood loss and genuine jolts. Moreover, its suicidal ending is a major
cop out.
Furthermore, artists are only considered to be scary when
they ask for subsidy.
He’s a Dead Body Painter. He’s the…
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