Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

The Mountie (2011): The Gritty Remake of Dudley Do-Right We've All BeenWaiting For

Synopsis: Wade Grayling (Andrew Walker) is a disgraced Mountie. A former opium addict who shot an innocent while 'chasing the dragon', he is sent to the Yukon Territory for a surveying mission as punishment. While there, he stumbles across a burgeoning trade in the harvest of poppies being run by Lithianian immigrants and tries to single handedly bring law to the frontier. 

Review: I have to admit that I watched this Western (And, yes, it is a Western, America doesn't get dibs) merely because of the novelty of the Mountie main character.  As the only other depictions I had to go off of were Brenden Fraiser in Dudley Do-Right and his cartoon predecessor, it's not like I had such a wonderful example of the lawmen who supposedly "always get their man."  To a degree, The Mountie changes this perception, amd  with a few minor tweaks. It could have been quite the wonderful film. 

Unfortunatly. Andrew Walker channels Clint Eastwood almost all the way through the film, and wile I'm sure it is impressive that a Canadian Mountie in the past can do a vocal impression of a future American star, it took something away from what could have been a very unique character. Some moments, namely anything with the villainous Lithuanians, were quite good giving a flavor and character that was both historically accurate and compelling. The weakest moments came from the standard love storyline sandwiched into an already crowded plot. Running under ninety minutes, The Mountie (a.k.a. The Way of the West or The Lawman) is a welcome diversion that doesn't quite get it's man, but it does come close. 

Final Note: There was no syrup or pouting in this movie.So, if it wasn't for The Mountie, I wouldn't know it was Canada. 

Rating: 6.5/10

Cannibal Girls (1973) Ivan Reitman & Eugene Levy Ain't Afraid of No Cannibals!

Tonight’s film hits all the big ‘uns’, unseen, unappreciated, and unavailable. The last of those three things is no problem thanks to our friends from Cinema de Bizarre, and the other two I intend to do something about myself. See there’s this guy named Ivan Reitman. He’d go on to direct a few other pictures. Than there’s this twenty seven year old freak named Eugene Levy. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but later on he cashed paychecks for all seven, yes there are seven, American Pie films. He was also on a show called SCTV which originated in the Great White North, as was his co-star in tonight’s flick, Andrea Martin. This was before all of that. This was Reitman’s and Levy’s second film, the first was the 1971 quirky romantic comedy Foxy Lady, but even here it’s easy to see how these two fellows went from 1973’s Cannibal Girls to 1984’s Ghostbusters and 2000’s Best in Show respectively.


Clifford Wallaby (Eugene Levy) and his new girlfriend Gloria (Andrea Martin) take off for a nice trip to a secluded little town in the Canadian countryside. At first they think they’ve found a picturesque town that would be perfect for their vacation, but when they start seeing how strange the townsfolk act toward them, they start to get worried. They should be worried too because the town is lead by The Reverend (Ronald Ulrich) and his three cannibal girls (Randall Carpenter, Bonnie Neilson, and Mia Pawluk). When the couple ends up in the cannibal cult’s clutches, The Reverend wants Gloria to take her place as the newest carnivorous cutie and Clifford to take his place at the dinner table. Wait, did I say at the table. I meant on it, spread across quite a few silver platters.

Eleven years later, Reitman would seamlessly assemble a film that perfectly meshed his comedic sensibilities with the horror milieu, but in 1973, there were more seams than a coat custom made for John Merrick. Cannibal Girls floats back and forth between the light Second City influenced comedy of Levy and Martin to the dark horror world of The Reverend and his gal pals. There are points in the film where the transition from funny to scary happens gradually, but there are just as many points where it cuts from the couple playfully bickering right to a mutated cannibal slave gnawing on a thigh bone. These moments can be jarring, but I could see what he was trying to do. He wasn’t trying to graft a zany comedy into a cannibal film, but rather the same kind of improvisational comedy that Christopher Guest does so well in his films now. There was only the barest of essentials written in the script, and the cast, nearly all alums of the stage in one form or another, performed the film off he cuff. That's not to say that the film is entirely original. There's more than a hint of H.G. Lewis in general and 2000 Maniacs in specific.

While Reitman would go on to make blockbuster films, judging from the look and camerawork going on, it should come as no surprise that cinematographer Robert Saad’s biggest credits would be Police Academy 3 &4. I know some of the flaws in the film can be attributed to the soft, loose print transfer, but Cannibal Girls features not one, not two, but the three best shots of a boom mic that I have ever seen. I was surprised at the end that it didn’t get billing. Consistently throughout the film, more than the amateur acting, flawed effects, or humor that missed its mark, the thing that perturbed me most was the shoddy look. I know Reitman was inexperienced and that his budget was epically low, but Cannibal Girls has enough problems with tone without the camera work being inconsistent as well.

The real saving grace of the film is the cast. While Levy is mostly hidden under giant 70’s glasses, a massive curly fro, and a mustache that would put Mr. Kotter to shame, he still comes off like the likeable nebbish he continues to play in films. He has a great chemistry with Andrea Martin (who also looked way cuter here than I’ve ever seen her look anywhere else). Martin and Levy come across so perfectly as a couple. The two gifted improvisers clearly had a lot to do with the direction of their characters, and they both added bits to flesh out the roles making them fully realized and interesting people. The same can’t be said of the titular Cannibal Girls. While the three girls, a blond, brunette, and redhead of course, are all very fetching, there is never rhyme or reason to what they are doing. They are more pretty monsters than characters. Ronald Urich, who played the Reverend, has limited time on screen, but makes the most out of it. He moves from eccentric to insane at the drop of a hat, and what a hat is it. For the life of me, I could not shake the thought that Urich just looked like an eerie version of Jim Henson in a top hat and tails.

Now that I’ve mentioned how to clear up unavailable (Cinema de Bizarre ftw) and hopefully convinced some of you folks to help make it more seen, I still want to talk about this flick being unappreciated. On IMDB, Cannibal Girls only gets a 3.4 and receives scads of reviews impugning the film. I’m here to tell you that there’s no reason for either thing to happen. Not only does Cannibal Girls give a glimpse into what was to come in Reitman’s career, but it also predicts the rise of snaky, independent horror, the improvised comedic film, and pre-dates the majority of the cannibal craze. Granted, when American International Pictures got a hold of the film for distribution, they had no idea what to do with it. They ended up inserting a William Castle-esque ‘Warning Bell’ that would cut in before the gore scenes. Nowadays, the real problem is that while in 1971 Cannibal Girls was well ahead of the curve, in 2010, some will find it completely behind the times. Me, I found it to be one of the more enjoyable horror-comedies that I’ve seen in quite some time, and I learned that, while Canadians might seem like a nice people, I don’t think that I’ll be eating any back bacon for quite some time.

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Kidnapping of a President (1980): Shatner to the Rescue!

When I first saw that Stacia from She Blogged By Night was hosting a William Shatner Blogathon, I was really excited to take part in it. As longtime readers will know, for the last two years, I have done a salute to Shatner each March to celebrate the great man’s birthday. So when it came time to find a film to add to the Blogathon, I was a little stumped until I remembered that there was one I wanted last time I did You Don’t Know Shat that I couldn’t get, 1980’s Kidnapping of a President. Thankfully, after much finagling, Netflix came though for me and delivered a copy of this lesser known and little seen Shatner film to my door. Released only one year after the bloated epic Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Kidnapping of a President stars a Shatner in transition. The success of The Wrath of Kahn and T.J. Hooker was still two years away, and the late seventies had found him stuck in the mire of made for TV films. Kidnapping brought Shatner to the multiplexes with a film that hints at his later, famous cop role and proves that William is a man of action even without a starship.

Shatner stars as FBI agent Jerry O’Conner. While he is second in command of the FBI, many people think he’s a paranoid crackpot who can’t get over the assassination of JFK twenty years earlier. Making his job more difficult is populist President Adam Scott (Hal Holbrook), a folksy Jimmy Carter type that wants to wave to the crowds from open top cars and shake the hands of the people. O’Conner ends up in charge of the President’s security during a diplomatic mission of Canada, but his paranoia of assassination attempts is circumvented. South American Marxist revolutionary Roberto Assanti (Miguel Fernandes)  snatches the President and tosses him in an armored car which is rigged with explosives. If Assanti’s demands aren’t met by midnight, the impenetrable truck with the president inside, will blow up. It’s up to Agent O’Conner and Canadian cop Mackenzie (Michael J. Reynolds) to come up with come way to get the President out in time.

For a film that made its debut seventeen years after JFK’s assassination, it was interesting to see how the specter of his killing along with those of Bobby Kennedy and George Wallace hung over the proceedings of this film. From the opening credits, the idea of the Presidency and the men who are charged to protect it are forefront as a montage plays out highlighting the faceless agents of the FBI. All of this is set to the tune of ‘Hail to the Chief’ which becomes the major musical theme of the film. If it ever happens to slip your mind who has been kidnapped, you don’t have to wait too long for the President’s theme song to pop up again. To the modern viewer, the thought of Kennedy’s assassination being so prescient might seem odd (especially in the scenes where Shatner’s O’Conner refreshes a room of top brass on it and other politically motivated violence), but I would imagine for the men charged with protecting Gerald Ford (who survived an attack by Squeaky Fromme) and Jimmy Carter, the idea was never too far from their minds.

Of course what brought me to Kidnapping of a President was Shatner, and he does not disappoint. During the first fourty minutes that lead up to the titular kidnapping, Shatner establishes his FBI agent as a maverick who has been marginalized due to his perceived paranoia. His acting is actually pretty reserved in this part of the film, but watch out. After the President gets taken, Shatner ramps up the intensity and he plays out the rest of the film just under the line of shuddering mania he exhibited two years later while screaming “KAAAAAAHHHNNNN!” As always the Shat is lots of fun to watch, and in particular his scenes with veteran actor Hal Holbrook stand out. He also has great chemistry with Miguel Fernandes who plays the Che Guvera inspired revolutionary. Fernandes, who also appeared in films such as Ghost Story and Trancers, provides a menacing counterpoint to Shatner’s crusading agent. Kidnapping of a President also features performances from a couple of Hollywood legends, Van Johnson as the crooked Vice President and Ava Gardner as his power hungry wife.

The main thing that struck me while watching Kidnapping of a President was how well it was filmed. From the crazed confusion of the crowds crushing down on the President to wonderful shots of downtown Toronto, there are some really striking visuals that elevate the film far above the schlock it could have been. Director George Mendeluk only had one feature film under his belt, 1979’s Stone Cold Dead, and would spend most of the rest of his career in television, but he and cinematographer Mike Molloy (Shock Treatment, Mad Dog Morgan) gave the film a feeling that worked well to heighten tension throughout the film. The same can’t be said of the score by Paul Zaza (Porky’s, A Christmas Story) and avant-garde composer Nash the Slash. Alternating between versions of ‘Hail to the Chief’ and a cross between Tinto Puente and Phillip Glass, the score detected from much of what was being done visually.

As a Shatner fan, Kidnapping of a President was an interesting addition to his body of work. I had a great time watching the Canadian actor play an American FBI agent who has to save the President when they go to Canada, but I don’t know that outside of hardcore Shatnerites if it would hold many people’s attention. As a political thriller, it is no Manchurian Candidate or Three Days of the Condor, but there is enough to like in the acting and performances that I definitely think even detractors of The Shat would find something to like here. That about wraps it up for me, but head on over to She Blogged by Night for more Shatner goodness, and I can’t wait to see what other goodies folks have to add about the man, the myth, the Shatner.

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Sadly no trailer for this one, but here's a political commercial for the Shatner-Hasselhoff ticket.
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