Hush is a pulverizing little exercise in extreme suspense. I’m not talking about this year’s Hush, a sleek little home invasion shocker that’s worth your time too. No, this Hush is a little seen British flick from back in 2008, and it’s a proper nerve jangler. In the tradition of Duel, The Hitcher, Joyride and others, it takes place on a bustling motorway somewhere in great Britain. A young couple trundle through the night on a highway, and find themselves behind a great big creepy semi truck. In one split second, the doors of it’s trailer come unstuck and open just a crack, allowing the to see what’s inside. It’s only a glimpse, but it’s unmistakable: a girl, badly hurt and tied up, screams for help before the motion of the vehicle causes the doors to slam shut again. What would you do? This couple bravely pursues the truck and it’s villainous driver across many miles of road, trying to rescue the girl inside, avoid getting killed themselves and put an end to whatever is going on. It’s one merciless ride into gut churning suspense, and I marveled at the film’s ability to keep such high tension up for a streamlined ninety minutes of pure horror nirvana. It’s not too lenghthy, never sags or drags and always keeps the vibe as taut as the ominous chain holding those truck doors in place. Swift and sensible in resolution, stylish as all hell and scary in spades. Any horror fan owes it to themselves to take a look.
RICHIE SMYTH’S THE SIEGE OF JADOTVILLE — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

The Siege of Jadotville, a new Netflix original film, is one of those square-jawed military actioners that used to get released in the 60’s and 70’s, unpretentious and ass-kicking, centering on a true story, and adding appropriate dashes of Hollywood flash while never sacrificing any of the gritty integrity that the material promises. Impressively directed by Richie Smyth, who shows a terrific sense of action choreography with his well-produced battle scenes, Jadotville tells the story of a group of 150 Irish UN troops who went into battle against nearly 3,000 Congolese fighters led by Prime Minister Moise Tshombe in Central Africa. The year was 1961, and the cold war was raging on, with French and Belgian mercenaries becoming contracted by the various mining companies in Africa to help lead the fighting and protect valuable resource interests. Outnumbered and outgunned, the Irish forces had to rely on some unpredictable strokes of great luck, as well as steely-eyed determination in an effort to never give up. Kevin Brodbin’s extremely solid and action-packed screenplay has a good sense of history to match the archetypal character work that one might expect for the genre, while it’s clear that he must’ve done his research, as the narrative rarely leaves the field of battle or the interiors of discussion rooms. This is the sort of lesser-known war story that might not have gotten the big-screen treatment if it weren’t for Netflix stepping up to the plate with a diverse and interesting set of in-house projects, and I have a feeling that the combat angle that Jadotville showcases will be very compelling for many viewers.

For over an hour, after establishing who’s who and the various sides to the story, Smyth, in his assured directorial debut, brings the explosive action with hardly any interruptions, as Brodbin’s efficient screenplay, which was based on Declan Power’s non-fiction account of the incident, stayed focused on the bloody combat and the militaristic maneuverings of both sides, both on and off the battlefield, while allowing for the appropriate amount of character development and interplay to smooth out the edges. Shot with clarity by director of photography Nikolaus Summerer, all of the fighting takes place on a hot, sunny day, and the way that both director and cinematographer were able to portray the unrelenting madness brought back some shades of films such as Hamburger Hill and We Were Soldiers. All of the various set-pieces were seemingly done for real, with some tremendous explosions and vicious fire-fights, and when CGI is employed, it’s kept to a mostly seamless minimum, including some very cool aerial shots of warplanes with heavy artillery. Everyone in the thoroughly macho cast feels right at home with the material, with Jamie Dornan providing a very commanding sense of purpose as the leader of the Irish troops, and Jason O’Mara and Sam Keeley doing strong supporting work. Other standouts include a gruff Guillaume Canet as one of the French soldiers of fortune, and the ever-reliable Mark Strong as an ineffectual politician without the knowledge or resources to help his men out. I had never heard of this particular incident before seeing this film, and I gather it went oddly unreported for many years. The Siege of Jadotville is available on Netflix Streaming, and currently is screening at iPic theaters.

BEN YOUNGER’S BOILER ROOM — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

Wearing its influences like a badge of honor while setting the stage for future endeavors, Ben Younger’s smashing directorial debut Boiler Room generated some serious heat for its all-star cast and incendiary storytelling. Released to excellent reviews in 2000 and announcing a dynamic new storytelling voice from its debuting director, this propulsive drama races through the shady inner-workings of a questionable NYC brokerage firm, operating outside of the lines of all the big players in the crowded market. Starring Giovanni Ribisi, in one of his best performances, as an underachiever running an unlicensed gambling operation out of his apartment who gets sucked into this particular brand of high-stakes, high-reward con-artistry, the film has a ridiculous supporting cast which includes Tom Everett Scott, Vin Diesel, Nicky Kat, Jamie Kennedy, Nia Long, Scott Caan, Ben Affleck, and Ron Rifkin. Younger’s sharp script balanced solid drama with raucous humor in good measure, while the exceedingly masculine cast clearly forged a major on-screen bond as everyone feels perfectly in synch.

Affleck was fantastic in only a few scenes, taking on a role that was clearly molded after Alec Baldwin’s fiery turn as a corporate motivator in James Foley’s adaptation of David Mamet’s play, Glengarry Glenn Ross. And Rifkin, one of the great and unsung character actors of the 90’s, was extremely memorable as Ribisi’s disapproving father, a man working as a high ranking Federal judge who catches wind of what his son is up too, with explosively dramatic results. The scenes between Ribisi and Rifkin are absolutely fantastic, and ground the film with a serious sense of morality, while there’s a definite thrill to being privy to all of the ways that these sharks in business suits cut their way through ethically questionable waters. Enrique Chediak’s lively cinematography gave the film a terrific vibe; he’d go on to shoot such films as 28 Weeks Later, 127 Hours, and Deepwater Horizon. The tight editing by Chris Peppe kept the pace brisk while never moving too fast, as lots of information is hurled at the viewer. After Boiler Room, Younger released the very underrated dramedy Prime, with Meryl Steep and Uma Thurman, and has the hotly anticipated Bleed for This, with Miles Teller, set for release this fall.

Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead 2: A Review by Nate Hill
Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead 2 is similar to Robert Rodriguez’s Desperado in the sense that it takes what was already there, in this case Evil Dead, and tells the same story once again, simply smoothing out edges, ramping up certain areas, using more money than it had before and generally giving the story a tune up. It also gets quite a bit funnier than Evil Dead, which although schlocky was pretty much outright horror. The sequel emphasizes comedy far more, and is the more definitive of the two in terms of the franchise’s legacy. The story is more or less the same: Ash (the eternal Bruce Campbell) and a group of friends venture to that creepy, archetypal cabin in the woods and foolishly set loose a rambunctious horde of unholy demons, zombies, cackling fiends, rapey trees and a mountable deer head with a disconcerting case of the giggles. This marks the first time Ash donned his now iconic chainsaw hand and picked up that ol’ boom stick to give the nasties a good whupping. And whup he does, like the smooth talking badass that he is. I love the aesthetic in these films; the monsters all have a devilishly mischievous attitude that provides endless laughs, always trolling, taunting and teasing the poor victims. Nothing beats the sight of Ash’s severed hand flipping him off before it scuttles off into the corner like an angry facehugger. That’s one key element which the 2013 remake ditched: I liked what they did in terms of special effects, but the pissy humour wasn’t there, the decayed, sarcastic ADHD madness that I came to love so much was replaced by something far too grim and somber. Bad move. No, kids, this is the ultimate Evil Dead flick, the most complete and entertaining entry into a franchise that has influenced every facet of the horror genre for decades. Ash is now a household name, a beloved halloween costume, a celebrated pillar of pop culture and still one of the most enjoyable protagonist’s to spend time with, as we now get to see with Starz’s terrific Ash Vs. Evil Dead. The original Evil Dead spawned it all, but this baby turned the dial up past eleven, tossed on the buckets of gore and has more than earned it’s place both in our hearts, and horror infamy.
What the world needs now: Remembering The Return of Captain Invincible with Philippe Mora by Kent Hill
It was the eighties here in Australia. Video stores were huge and their selection was impeccable. Aisle upon aisle they ranged; the good, the bad and the extraordinary. During this fine time the local industry was bold and daring. Our filmmakers were still doing genre pictures, and among these great men was a director I have always admired, one Philippe Mora.
I remember watching Mad Dog Morgan (Mora’s feature debut) for the first time with some neighbourhood friends. Unlike me, their parents were very controlling over the films they were allowed to watch, thus they would come round to my place regularly to sample the weird and wonderful.
So there we were watching Mad Dog, and I swear I have not seen since, such perplexed expressions on children’s face whilst watching a movie. They were stunned and poorly and not enjoying the flick at all. It was following this screening that my house became off-limits and I had to go to their houses to watch stuff where we could be monitored, and I could no longer expose these young, fragile minds to quality cinema.
Philippe has an eclectic resume that’s got everything from alien abduction to ballerina werewolves. But there is a film of his that I have watched more than all the others. It is movie that was ahead of its time. It has it all; comedy, action and Christopher Lee singing. It is the ultimate tale of a superhero that has hits the skids; it is The Return of Captain Invincible.
I recently had the opportunity to interview Philippe on this, my favourite of his movies:
KH: You had come off of Mad Dog Morgan, and then The Beast Within – how did Captain Invincible fall into your lap?
PM: My agent Robert Littman gave me the script and an offer to direct. I liked the basic idea of the fallen super hero, the opening newsreel montage, and the American history reminded me a bit of my film Brother Can You Spare a Dime. I wanted to stylize it and I also wanted to make a musical. I said I would direct it if I could turn it into a musical which reflected different styles of popular music and the producer agreed.
KH: The writer of the film (one of the three credited writers) was Steven E. De Souza who would go on to write Die Hard – what was your experience working together?
PM: We never worked together on the film for reasons that I have honestly forgotten. We are now friends and want to work together on something if we can agree. I have found that producers sometimes like to keep directors and writers apart as a misguided control tactic. I worked on one re-write with Peter Smalley where my aim was, quite crudely put, to have a gag on every page, that is, every minute. Any kind of gag – visual or verbal.
KH: It was I think a great plot. A superhero, helps end WWII, is accused of siding with communists, retires Down Under, the US has a secret weapon go missing, the world needs the Cap back, but he’s hit the booze and gone over the edge?
PM: The plot was unique and ground-breaking. Until we made this film superheroes never had problems. But with alcoholic Captain Invincible recovering, now every superhero has problems! Recently The Guardian called it “pioneering.” At the time many people did not understand the film because it radically broke with formulas and was cross cultural in genre and national cultures. The Australian angle was due to financing necessities and I embraced it to make it work.
KH: You re-teamed with your Mad Dog cameraman Mike Molloy for the film?
PM: Molloy in my opinion is brilliant and one of Australia’s best. He was a newsreel cameraman in Vietnam and I met him when I was a kid at my parent’s restaurant the Balzac in Melbourne.
KH: You directed Alan Arkin in the title role; Christopher Lee is the villain – also accomplished Australian actors like Bill Hunter and Chris Haywood – a very eclectic mix?
PM: James Coburn was my first choice for the Captain, but it seems strange to me even now, he didn’t get the humour. I worked with him later on Death of a Soldier. Superb actor. Arkin I believe accepted the role for personal and political history reasons: his father I understand had been a blacklisted teacher. He is brilliant in the film in my opinion and hysterically funny to my taste. Regarding the Aussie actors Bill Hunter was part of my OZ “repertory” company since Mad Dog and Haywood was very funny as the French valet. Serious actors love doing comedians’ work and vice versa.
KH: I still can’t get Christopher Lee’s musical number out of my head after all these years, “If you won’t chose your poison, I’ll have to bring the boys in…”
PM: As WW2 buffs, Lee and I became fast friends. He was dying to sing in the film and when he found I wanted to make a musical he was in. He hated Nazis his whole life and so liked the idea of caricaturing a Nazi racist. Richard O’Brien wrote the incredibly clever lyrics so we had a perfect storm of talents. Unique in the history of musical films. Lee himself thought that number was one the best or favourite things he had ever put on film. It was killer!
KH: Can you tell us any anecdotes from the productions that have not surfaced:
PM: We had a crew doctor who gave the crew legal stay awake pills that also increased appetite! The producer Andrew Gaty came to me about a third way through the gruelling shoot and said the food and catering budget was way over budget, skyrocketing. I expressed bafflement. Which was true. Anyway I ended the shoot rather heavy like everyone else. I think the pill was called Catovit.
KH: Superhero films are the order of the day. Your film was, some might say, a superhero parody, something that could really be said to be ahead of its time – an anti-superhero film on the level with what would emerge with The Watchmen and Kick Ass. Time has been called the ultimate critic. Looking back, in your opinion, how has time treated the Captain?
PM: As mentioned The Guardian recently called it pioneering and I agree. At the time there was more creative freedom in Australia under 10BA financing than anywhere else in the world and that is the only way it ever could have been made. I think cross genre films are anathema to corporations and financing entities because the brain type cannot comprehend innovation or non-formulaic narrative. The frontal lobe starts melting. Anyway Invincible has now spawned many films with variations on superheroes as anti-heroes or damaged individuals. Yesterday’s innovation becomes today’s cliché. Many films have been derivative of my film: for example, look at Hancock.
KH: What are your finally thoughts on Captain Invincible?
PM: I love the film and was originally really confused by the reaction. I am very proud of it and I think it stands alone. As I recall we paid Irving Berlin ten thousand dollars for using Kate Smith singing God Bless America, which he donated to the Boy Scouts of America. So when I see Captain Invincible inadvertently crushing the Boy Scouts shoulder at the beginning of the film I always get a chuckle.
Well that was Philippe Mora ladies and Gentlemen. For those interested in the Guardian article which is referenced, please find the link below. For those of you not familiar with Captain Invincible, I urge you to seek it out; for adventure, for laughs, for the unknown. In the days before it was Marvel, Marvel everywhere and not a spot to think – Mora’s movie is more than ever, what the world needs now!
Into the blue!
COMING SOON: Elvis has left the building: Remembering 3000 miles to Graceland with Demian Lichtenstein.
Neill Marshall’s The Descent: A Review by Nate Hill
Don’t watch Neil Marshall’s The Descent if you suffer from claustrophobia. Just… don’t. This film does for caves what Alien did for derelict space stations and what The Ring did for videotapes. Cleverly combining close quarters panic, the gnawing fear of losing your way in a near infinite set of tunnels and some visceral, throat ripping terror, it’s one horror package that will leave you reeling. I believe this is the one that put Marshall on the map, and since then he’s been doing mostly medieval style action adventure (he helmed the pilot for Game Of Thrones). This is his first, and most effective outing in a really solid career. The premise is simple: a group of girls decide to go on an excursion deep within a cave system in Eastern Europe. They run into a string of bad luck though, as they first find themselves hopelessly, sickeningly lost. Then the real fun begins as they realize they’re not alone down there, and that something is hunting them. Terrifying subterranean creatures emerge like Gollum on bathsalts, fast, wiry, agile terrors from the deep that know the system inside out and prey on these poor girls one by one. Once they show up its a chaotic bloody free for all that will shred your nerves, but I almost found everything leading up to that even more scary. The slow buildup where they realize they are just so lost and may be stuck down there forever just puts a knot in your stomach and instills a hopeless dread that can’t really be equalled by any monster or gory scene. Still, those things are pretty gnarly and provide more than a few wicked scares, especially when the girls first catch fleeting glimpses of them around corners and between cracks, dismissing them as tricks of the light. Marshall also employs cunning narrative tricks to perpetuate the lack of any kind of way out, one in particular that just curdles the blood in its ruthless, resolute sense of doom. The scariest film you will ever see set in a cave, and one of the premier fright fests ever made.
Episode 31: BENJAMIN COX’S BETTER OFF SINGLE with SPECIAL GUEST BENJAMIN COX

Joining us is filmmaker Benjamin Cox to talk about his film opening today, BETTER OFF SINGLE. Ben wrote, directed, produced, and edited the film. The film opened at this year’s Santa Barbara International Film Festival last February where Frank saw it’s first screening. The film stars Aaron Tveit, Abby Elliot, Lewis Black, Abby Elliot, Kal Penn, and a bounty of other great actors that create a wonderful ensemble. Ben also was apart of our red carpet interviews for our 31st Santa Barbara International Film Festival podcast where you can listen to here.
JOE DANTE’S EXPLORERS — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

There’s a key moment in Joe Dante’s heartfelt children’s adventure film Explorers when an extraterrestrial utters the iconic cinematic phrase: “The stuff that dreams are made of.” That sentiment essentially applies to Explorers as a whole; the film feels as if it were born from my childhood dreams, and I’ll bet that many others share this same emotion. This is an all-time favorite from my formative years, and a film that has held up so well through the decades because of the honest sense of love it conveys in all departments. I have heard and read the stories that Dante wasn’t happy with the final cut due to a rushed schedule and studio interference. And I respect his comments. I’m not a filmmaker, so I can’t imagine what it must be like to see a film you’ve worked so hard on to be sent out in a compromised state. But his sentiments have done nothing to diminish how much this movie means to me on a personal level.

There were a core group of films for me as a child that truly spoke to me, films like D.A.R.Y.L., Flight of the Navigator, The Last Starfighter, The Monster Squad, My Science Project, The Goonies, Cloak & Dagger, Dragonslayer, Legend, The Dark Crystal, Harry and the Hendersons, and so many others. But there was something so unique, so truly special about Explorers that it’s rather hard to sum it up into words. There’s a graceful sense of uncynical, gee-whiz-wonder in Eric Luke’s perceptive and wise screenplay, and because Dante has always known how to blend amazing special effects with stories that have a lot of heart, this is the sort of film that qualifies as total movie magic. If you’re addicted to something like Stranger Things, or really enjoyed this year’s absurdly underrated Midnight Special, do yourself a favor and check out Explorers.

The plot centers on a trio of extremely adventurous young boys, played by Ethan Hawke, River Phoenix, and Jason Presson, all of whom are obsessed with computers and inventions and sci-fi movies and video games. They all start to have the same interconnected-dreams, which inspires them to build a homemade spaceship, which they then use to blast off into outer space, where they’re greeted by some pop-culture loving aliens who have some interesting ideas about what’s going down on planet Earth. John Hora’s phenomenal, Amblin-esque cinematography busted out the lens flares and made everything look casually stylish if never ostentatious. Look out for James Cromwell, Dick Miller, Robert Picardo, and Mary Kay Place in supporting roles.

Nothing is forced, the film has an innate understanding of what it’s like to be a 12 year old boy, the sense of discovery is palpable all throughout the narrative, and it absolutely nails those feelings of your first crush (lovely Amanda Peterson was the object of affection for Hawke on-screen, and whose attention was apparently competed for by Hawke and Phoenix off-camera, or so the rumor goes). Released in 1985 and featuring imagination-stirring special effects work by ILM and extremely fun make-up effects for the aliens, which were designed by cinematic legend Rob Bottin, Explorers didn’t catch on at the box office, slipping in and out of theaters before becoming a massive cult favorite due to the explosion of VHS in the 80’s. The masterful score was composed by Jerry Goldsmith.

Mark Pellington’s The Mothman Prophecies: A Review by Nate Hill
Mark Pellington’s The Mothman Prophecies takes a harrowing look at a curious set of events that did indeed occur for real in the rural West Virginia area. Now, just how much of what we see in the film actually happened is eternally unclear, but I’ve read up on a lot of it and there’s enough testimonials, independent of each other, to both justify the film and shiver your spine. A myriad of unexplainable phenomenon plagued those poor people for some time back then, including visions, eerie phone calls and a mysterious red eyed creature in the shape of a giant moth. Businessman Richard Gere and wife Debra Messing come face to face with what appears to be this entity one night on a lonely stretch of highway, causing a grisly car crash and leaving Messing in a dire psychological state. With the help of a local policewoman (Laura Linney), Gere unwisely tries to figure out this terrifying mystery by putting himself way closer to the occurances than I would ever go, experiencing the stuff of nightmares along the way. Pellington comes from a music video background and as such he is incredibly adept at creating style and atmosphere (his opening credits for Arlington Road are almost as foreboding as anything in this film), two key elements in successfully telling a tale such as this. Gere wanders around in a daze most of the time, distraught over his wife’s condition and obviously influenced by forces unknown. Whatever is out there remains blessedly unseen save for a few hurried glimpses, say, behind a tree or at a kitchen window momentarily, spurring heart attacks from both audience and the poor sods stuck in this brooding bad dream. Rounding out the cast is Alan Bates as the obligatory historian who has seen this all unfold previously in some far corner of the world, and an excellent Will Patton in a frightening turn as a rural farmer who comes who becomes tragically influenced these dark forces. No one plays disturbed quite like him, a jittery, resolute calm always playing around in his eyes, the perfect presence to set anyone on edge. The finale sort of emerges from the chrysalis of dark atmospherics into large scale disaster mode, a choice which didn’t really work for me. I would have preferred to have it kept intimate and creepy right up until some kind of moody end, but they went with fireworks instead. Not enough to hurt the film of negate what came before though, it’s just too good of a time in the haunted house to be dragged down by anything, really. Chilling stuff.
ROBERT ALTMAN’S CALIFORNIA SPLIT — A REVIEW BY NICK CLEMENT

Breezy, funny, and feeling almost cinematically stoned, Robert Altman’s genial yet somehow distressing gambling comedy California Split is a film that has a deceptive undercurrent of sadness to match its potent study of male bonding while exploring the importance of true camaraderie. Centering on two life-long casino-junkies, one a bit more slightly involved than the other initially, the playful and observant narrative pivots on Charlie Waters (Elliot Gould in one of his loosest performances) and his buddy Bill Denny (George Segal, amazing as always), as we watch them search for the biggest jackpot of their lives in Reno. Ann Prentiss and Gwen Welles were both extremely funny in supporting roles as Charlie’s prostitute roommates, and the film features an early screen appearance from Jeff Goldblum. I loved the naturalistic cinematography by Paul Lohmann, who had just previously shot the iconic Blaxploitation movie Coffy and would become a frequent Altman collaborator, while the editing kept a very quick pace without sacrificing any sense of heft or dramatic importance. The script was written by Joseph Walsh (who also appeared as Bill’s bookie, Sparkie), who reportedly worked on the script with Steven Spielberg for close to a year during the earliest stages of the script’s life.

Steve McQueen, Peter Falk, and Robert De Niro were all attached at various points during the film’s lengthy development process (it changed studios from MGM to Universal), and at one point while the film was at MGM, the studio wanted to position it as a Dean Martin-led project with a mafia flavor. Reviews were extremely positive and the film did solid box office despite not having a long theatrical life; various rights issues, mostly stemming from musical inclusions, have prevented Altman’s original cut to hit the physical media market. Former world champion poker player Amarillo Slim appeared as himself during the climactic match. The film is also famous for its pioneering sound techniques, as it’s the first movie ever to use the eight-track sound system, which allowed for eight separate audio channels to be recorded, which of course fed directly into Altman’s personal obsession with overlapping dialogue and ambient sounds. Last year’s fantastic and vastly underseen Mississippi Grind, with Ben Mendelsohn and Ryan Reynolds, was essentially a very smart updating of this timeless material. Available on DVD from Mill Creek, sans extras/special features, but showcased in 2.35:1 widescreen.
