Rallying for Reilly

THE LIFE OF REILLY (2006)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

The foppish, bespectacled Charles Nelson Reilly is mostly known for being an active game show panelist on 1970's "Match Game." But, lo and behold, his game shown stint is minuscule when compared to his creative output as an actor in on/off-Broadway plays and small roles in everything from "The Love Boat" to "The X-Files." "The Life of Reilly" is a bold attempt, creatively and visually, to understand the man whose life couldn't possibly be adapted by Eugene O'Neill.

The filmed one-man show, "Save it for the Stage," has Charles Nelson Reilly waxing on about his upbringing in the Bronx in New York. His mother wouldn't hear of any complaints of any kind - she would tell her son, "Save it for the stage!" Charles had problems with his eyesight in school, was teased relentlessly by bullies, yet he had a passion for acting on the stage. Problems still emerged in the Reilly household. Charles's father did watercolor ads and was offered a job by Walt Disney to come to California. Charles's mother insisted on staying in the East Coast, and Papa Charles became depressed and was eventually institutionalized. But it is the young and eager Charles, who despite having to move with his mother to Connecticut to stay with Swedish relatives ("Imagine being the odd one in an Ingmar Bergman household"), got the urge to go to NYC and study acting with Uta Hagen at HB Studio. He made it, studied with other future actor luminaries such as Hal Holbrook, Harvey Korman, Jason Robards and Steve McQueen to name a few, and got the enviable position of being an understudy for Paul Lynde and Dick Van Dyke. If my younger readers don't know they are, now is the time to look them up.

Interestingly, no mention is made of the "Match Game" years (originally, Charles's play ran for three hours). Charles Nelson Reilly is more interested in divulging the hard times, especially his childhood years. One riveting moment out of many is when a 13-year-old Charles decides to sneak away to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus in town, is caught leaving by his mother who wishes for the circus to burn to the ground and, in a moment that will make your jaw-drop, he tells the story of how the circus tent did in fact burn to the ground. A child runs away with her face burnt. It is a momentous tragedy (168 people were killed), gravely told by Reilly as the observer and survivor. In less grave episodes of his life, Reilly also details the Florida years where he was given a beach house to live in by his friend of 50 years, Burt Reynolds, so that he could teach acting. He also humorously points out that actors like Hume Cronyn and Shirley Booth personified his parents. And his first movie screening were he is taken by his mother is a moment that can stop time. Reilly has that special gift in hooking his audience in.

"The Life of Reilly" is from a filmed performance in late 2004 when Reilly apparently fell ill from lifelong asthma (he passed away in 2007). This film by Frank Anderson and Barry Poltermann is rich with detail and sharp wit, thanks to Reilly who is a skilled raconteur and brilliant actor. The stage itself has a podium, a desk with mementos and ruffled papers, and a few movie theater seats. It all makes for a very intimate show with a very intimate man who tells his stories as if you are his friend. Many will probably not notice the resemblance to the "Match Show" panelist (Reilly was in fact bald most of his life) as he wrings laughs, humanity and tears in equal doses. He shakes us with his affecting look at his life, his love and passion for acting, his camaraderie with his fellow actors, and the tumultuous life of his parents and his unfortunate aunt (let us say that her lifelong body pain was resolved in a most unnatural manner). Anyone who loves acting and theater should not pass up on this most miraculous, bittersweet, delectable stage.

Vampire Baby Boom

THE TWILIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN PART 1

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Although this new "Twilight" chapter falls short behind "Eclipse" (the best entry in the series by far),  "Breaking Dawn: Part 1" is stunning and simply heartbreakingly intense but it is also beset by a problem that plagues any film divided into two chapters - the second chapter might have all the goodies that this chapter only hints at.

The lovestruck couple, Bella (Kristen Stewart) and Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson), are finally getting hitched. They also have their honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro in a private island that would be home to Robinson Crusoe. Apparently, this island has a cleaning staff that caters to what seems to be the only house in the island! Edward and Bella have their one rapturous night of ecstasy that involves a broken bed frame and a tossing of sheets and bed pillows all over the room. The cleaning staff will have a field day with this couple - one night and already the beautifully decorated home with windows facing the sea is already in shambles. This honeymoon looks like it was ripped from the Harlequin romance novels. I was almost ready to give up with this series, thinking that "Twilight" should not have romance and sex swathed with sepia-tones and slightly unintentional hilarity. After all, it could become campy when you consider this is a romance between a 103-year-old vampire and a 17-year-old girl.

Things improve quickly when Bella discovers she is pregnant! This baby is kicking her bony ass rather quickly since vampire babies are not regular babies. Bella becomes a ghostly figure of her past self, experiencing pain, slightly weak bones, and the possibility of death if she gives birth to the vampire child. Abortion is hinted at and super wolfie kid, Jacob (Taylor Lautner), is mad and jealous as hell. Still, Jacob wants to be at Bella's side and ultimatums between the Cullen family and Jacob's super wolf pack are raised. Will Bella give birth and die? Will Jacob and Edward fight to the death for Bella's love? Should a union occur between a human and a vampire when the human is still only human? Will the Cullens ever consider buying curtains for their glass encased house where every room is visible to wandering eyes?

"Breaking Dawn: Part 1" spends far too much time in Rio and too little time with the interactions between the Cullens and the Jacob wolf pack. That is not to say that Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson do not have chemistry - they do - but this whole Brazilian episode swallows up too much running time and is superfluous at best. I mean, we know they love each other (it took three films to prove that) so why not get on with the central notion of the birth of a baby who may not be human.

There are surprises in store for the die hard fans, which I will not reveal here for the uninitiated. Suffice to say, the movie is still quite a trip and we feel the insular pain that Bella is going through. A bloody birth scene is *tastefully* directed. There is also a neat flashback to Edward Cullen's past. Oh, and there are those blood bags. And Kristen Stewart simply gets better and better with each installment - she is the heart and soul of the "Twilight" saga."Breaking Dawn: Part 1" is uneven yet it still delivers in its own hypnotic and absorbing manner, thanks to solid direction by Bill Condon ("Gods and Monsters"). But it is more of a pretext and/or setup to part 2 than a unifying whole.

It's an Elm Street Boy!

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: THE DREAM CHILD (1989)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

 

 

Just when Alice, the female protagonist of "Nightmare 4," thought that she had destroyed Freddy Krueger forever (in one of his best screen deaths ever), Mr. Pizza Face comes back with a vengeance. "Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Child" is a weak, patched-together effort by director Stephen Hopkins (who was given only four weeks to shoot and four weeks to edit), but it is also the most interesting of the Elm Street efforts.

The powerful protagonist who gave Freddy a good fight in "The Dream Master," Alice (played by Lisa Wilcox), is now graduating from high school. She is dealing with a typical reality in any teenage girl's life: she's pregnant by her boyfriend, Danny (Danny Hassel). Of course, she doesn't realize this until she unsuspectingly resurrects Freddy by dreaming of his mother, Amanda Krueger (Beatrice Boepple), raped by a thousand mental patients (including one played by Robert Englund!) In one heart stopping moment, we see the burned Freddy fetus emerging from his mother's bloody womb, racing like a rat across an abandoned cathedral, becoming fully formed as Freddy proclaiming in typical jokey fashion, "It's a boy!"

The rest of the movie consists of Alice fending off Freddy's invasion of her unborn baby, and there are some brief, hilarious nightmares involving three of Alice's friends, including Yvonne (Kelly Jo Minter), a nurse and fantastic swimmer; Greta (Erika Anderson), a supermodel who has to lose weight thanks to her domineering mother; and Mark (Joe Seely), a talented comic-book artist who despises real-life blood and guts. The best nightmare sequence involves Mark who enters one of his own comic book worlds, where he fights Super Freddy! The mixture of black-and-white and color makes the nightmare sequence inspired and, frankly, a little silly. Some of the nightmare sequences however, were severely truncated. I had seen the uncut VHS version and the Greta death scene where she is forced to eat her own innards by Freddy is as gruesome as it gets. Dan's motorcycle bit where the bike thrusts wires into him is also quite graphic. Consider the fact that the film almost got the X-rating (a defunct rating since 1989) whereas if it was released today, it would be considered sanitized gore compared to any "Saw" installment or a "CSI" episode.

Despite its flaws and its apparent rushed, disorganized rhythm (and a far too abrupt ending), "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5" does concern itself with certain teenage problems such as pregnancy and abortion - unusual for what's essentially a slasher film. Alice deals with the birth of her baby and her beau's parents try to take her baby away ("The courts might see it differently"). I understand the parents to a degree - this teenager is telling her friends that Freddy Krueger wants her baby! Get it together, girl! Nevertheless, the Elm Street saga has always focused on teenagers and their central issues, which become the focus of their nightmares. It is also nice to see a little more of Amanda Krueger, thanks to Beatrice Beopple who gives the character a saintly, peaceful demeanor. The late Nan Martin gave the character a more haunted, aged look in "Nightmare 3."

There is also a lot less of the jocose Freddy in this film, and more of a nicely modulated performance by Lisa Wilcox; she restores whatever dignity the series warrants. Also, it is great fun watching Kelly Jo Minter as Yvonne, a nurse who has her own nightmare in a swimming pool. "A Nightmare on Elm Street 5" is far more Gothic in its look (Freddy is steeped in deeper shadows and deeper eyeliner makeup than ever before) - obviously, the filmmakers aimed to create something darker and more disturbing but it still has some fun and thrilling moments. There are some bizarre, Lynchian special-effects (the tubes emerging from Freddy's birth platform, the canted angles inside staircases that would make Salvador Dali proud, the cavernous interior design of the mental hospital). Not a complete success but I'll give it points for being anything but an anonymous sequel.

Footnote: The film's advertising originally had Freddy holding a sphere with a baby in it. It was changed to him holding a carriage in the sphere.

Wiig Wigs out as only Wiig can

BRIDESMAIDS (2011)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

"Bridesmaids" has been compared to "The Hangover," and I think it is an erroneously oversimplified comparison. "The Hangover" is a frenetic, male-bonding crude fantasy wrapped with quite a few laughs but no real insights into human behavior (maybe it wasn't meant to have any). "Bridesmaids" is a female-bonding comedy of manners and errors, but it is wrapped with some real insights and lots of laughs. Also, whereas "The Hangover" veered into the Vegas spotlight where everything goes wrong, "Bridesmaids" veers into complicated relationships and it is fraught with deliciously crude comic possibilities.

The incomparable Kristen Wiig is Annie, a woman of lost dreams and inarticulate men whom crave sex. Annie once owned her own bakery shop and continues baking in her home. She works at a jewelry shop where she is crass to customers (her verbal riffs with a teenage girl will have you squirming with laughter). Annie is lost but can she find her way back? She is the maid of honor for her best friend's wedding, Lillian (played by the sassy, sprightly Maya Rudolph). However, tension flares when Lillian's other friend, Helen (Rose Byrne), is spoiled rich and wants to run the whole wedding, including having Lillian get a fitting for her wedding gown in Paris. How can that compare to Annie's gift box that has a Wilson Phillips CD and other knickknacks from their early days of friendship. This leads to a mental breakdown that is hilarious, saddening, provocative and very truthful, with an added touch of slapstick that would make Jerry Lewis or the Queen of Slapstick, Lucille Ball, go "Huh? Why didn't I ever think of that?"

"Bridesmaids" is chock full of laughter from start to finish. Annie's conversations with her mother (played by the late Jill Clayburgh) are priceless. Less priceless are Annie's British roomates who seem to have drifted from a British sitcom or the British version of "Shameless" (well, that is stretching it and their inclusion is a minor quibble). Also priceless is Jon Hamm as Annie's bed buddy who consistently tells her night after night, "Alright, get the hell out of my house." Score one for Hamm's irresistible knack for playing rotten men (Don Draper might be shocked by this guy). And there is the equally irresistible Melissa McCarthy as Megan, who says what she thinks and does what she does unapologetically. There are so many great comic scenes with these women that I have a tough time naming my favorite. I guess it would be the stupendous airplane sequence. It involves a supposed air marshal, Annie having one too many drinks, Megan thrusting her leg and, well, I can't give away any more.

I've always said that modern comedies often shortchange themselves - when they contain a great idea, they don't fully exploit it. "Bridesmaids" takes the initiative and exploits every angle for what it is worth. It is my kind of comedy, teasingly chaotic and gross but aims higher with aspirations that rival most romantic comedies. It is all thanks to Kristen Wiig, who brings Annie a real dose of humanity, compassion, regret, charm and sensitivity. Annie is the saddest woman I've seen in any film in a while, and it is Wiig's nuanced, subtle work that makes it real. You come away rooting for her to get ahead, meet the right man (maybe it will be a certain sensitive policeman) and not fall in that cutesy trap where a certain Wilson Phillips song plays, ah shucks.

No pain, no gain

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM ST. 4: THE DREAM MASTER

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

The Freddy Krueger craze in the late 1980's grew to astronomical proportions, and "Nightmare on Elm Street 4" proved to be no exception in continuing the popularity of that talon-gloved fella. It was, up until 2003's "Freddy vs. Jason," the biggest hit of the series. There were more spectacular deaths, more Freddy one-liners, and there was Sinead O'Connor's hit song "I Want Your (Hands on Me)" (not to mention a subtle use of Blondie's "Rip Her to Shreds"). "Nightmare 4" is also the second best of the series and definitely the most imaginative.

The film starts with the three surviving Elm Street kids brought together into a nightmare thanks to the concerned Kristen (played this time by singer Tuesday Knight, replacing Patricia Arquette from "Nightmare 3"). Comedian Ken Sagoes (reprising his role as Kincaid from Part 3) inadvertently resurrects Freddy in a car lot with the help of his dog Jason and some flaming urine (!) Now Freddy (Robert Englund) kills the remaining Elm Street kids and is after some fresh blood, or else the movie would be over. Enter the Carrie-like Alice (Lisa Wilcox) who has premonitions and walks around in a trance. She's the only one who can destroy Freddy, and since he kills most of her friends, she acquires their strengths and becomes a formidable opponent for the big showdown in an abandoned church.

It is obvious that the series began to have less and less of the dark atmosphere of the Wes Craven original, and more of Freddy's demented criminal acting as a jokester. Still, this one is creatively designed and imaginatively directed by Renny Harlin ("Die Hard 2"). Check out the best scene in the film: Alice walks into a theatre showing "Reefer Madness" and dreams that she floats into the movie-within-the-movie, "Purple Rose of Cairo"-style. There she finds a nearly-abandoned diner where Freddy serves "Soul Pizza". It is crude and gross but tempered with enough humor and horror to make it scary. Added to that are a weightlifter who transforms into a cockroach; Freddy sucking face with an asthmatic student; a proper "Jaws" parody; an incredible junkyard sequence where the camera pulls back to reveal a planet full of junkyards, and so much more.

The movie is strictly by-the-numbers and, although not as creepy as Number 3, it is still the most visually enthralling of the entire series. Lisa Wilcox, who reprised her role in "Nightmare 5," brings us a vulnerable, timid strong-willed heroine who has her eye on a jock ("One major hunk") and on saving her friends from this demonic dream stalker. She refuses to forget the friends she lost (in a touching scene, she views a videotape of them goofing off), and it is emotional scenes of that nature that make us care. These are real teenage victims whom we are asked to identify with, hardly the anonymous variety that are featured in most slasher pictures. "A Nightmare on Elm Street 4" also boasts an ending that should have ended the series for good. Freddy kept coming back because you can't keep a child-murdering janitor down for too long.

Jesse's Homoerotic Inclinations

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET PART 2: FREDDY'S REVENGE (1985)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Let's get something straight: I am big fan of Freddy Krueger. I know it is politically incorrect to like a talon-gloved, burn-scarred child murderer but at least he has some wit (unlike the robotic Jason Voorhees). Of all the "Nightmare on Elm Street" films, "Part 2: Freddy's Revenge" is the most abominable. Sure, it is dark and contains some clever moments, but it misses the mark on developing any empathetic characters or any real story sense.

This time, a family moves into the old Elm Street house where our heroine, Nancy Thompson (Heather Langenkamp), last defeated Freddy Krueger in her dreamworld. Jesse (Mark Patton) is the new kid on the block - little does he know that a boiler room is in his house! His father (Clu Culager) orders his son to clean his room of all moving boxes - he better or else he won't be able to hang out with major babelicious student, Lisa (Kim Myers), whom he knows from the local high school. One night, however, Jesse confronts Freddy, who merely takes over Jesse's body so he can kill more high-school teenagers on Elm Street. Jesse slowly loses his mind, sleeping in class and inadvertently showing his bum during gym practice. A huge barbecue/pool party at Lisa's house results in mayhem, including a boiling hot swimming pool! Jesse even attends an S&M bar where his leather-clad gym coach (Marshall Bell) is seen (no Amazon.com gift cards to anyone who guesses that the coach will get his just desserts). A nearly naked Jesse is later returned to his parents by the police! And there are strange goings-on at the house on 1428 Elm Street including exploding parakeets, unplugged toaster ovens that shoot flames, and Jesse's dad making accusations that his son is taking drugs!

"Nightmare 2" is fairly rudimentary horror, traveling the same path as the classic original minus a worthwhile protagonist. In the original, Nancy was a real, three-dimensional human being who was confronting detached parents, a peeping tom for a boyfriend, as well as evil dreams with Freddy. Here, Jesse is nothing more than a troubled kid with baleful eyes - I would not want to see this guy in a dark alley. Thus, it is hard to care for Jesse and his plight. Kim Myers is cute as the typical girlfriend, though her one inventive characteristic is that she assumes Jesse has clairvoyant capabilities. Clu Culager steals the show as Jesse's father, though why anyone would think that their own son would place a firecracker in a parakeet's mouth is beyond comprehension.

As always, Robert Englund makes for an intense Freddy Krueger, devoid of much of the humor of later entries. Fire seems to be the major special-effect, and homoeroticism runs rampant throughout. Yet with an unsympathetic protagonist and unbelievable lapses in dream logic, "Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2" is simply an unscary run-of-the-mill slasher picture.

Raging Bull 2? Say it ain't so, Jake

Raging Bull II? Say it ain't so, Jake

By Jerry Saravia

For what it is worth, "Raging Bull" is not just a masterpiece, it is one of the great cinematic wonders of the 20th century. It is also one of the four or five most perfect Martin Scorsese films ever made (the others being "Taxi Driver," "GoodFellas," "The Age of Innocence" and, possible shocker to some, "Hugo.") "Raging Bull" dares to show not only the unflinching brutality of the sport of boxing, it also conveys the brutal, masochistic and macho-istic nature of the real-life boxer Jake LaMotta (Robert De Niro). The film is the opposite of the glory, uplifting appeal of "Rocky" - it criticizes and empathizes with a man who not only fought his inner demons in the boxing ring but also at home, physically and emotionally abusing his wife and accusing her of infidelity. It also contains Robert De Niro's finest performance ever, a shattering, emotional, violent animal of a powerhouse of a performance (let me say that not even the late Marlon Brando or any actor could've mined this kind of titanic work).

  A combination prequel and sequel that explores "before the rage" and "after the rage" of world middleweight boxing champ Jake LaMotta's tumultuous life and times. 

- Raging Bull II

An announcement was recently made that a sequel was in the works, which is iffy at best even if Scorsese and De Niro were involved. They are, however, not involved in any capacity.  Instead Argentinian director Martin Guigui (who helmed "National Lampoon's Cattle Call") is directing and co-writing this, based on the 1986 book of the same name by Chris Anderson, Sharon McGehee and Jake LaMotta, and tough-as-nails actor William Forsythe has been cast as the titular pugilist. I still got to ask: what is the point? The original film was criticized by some at the time (Pauline Kael for one) for not providing any insights into Jake's childhood (something which this pre-sequel will cover) but no insights were really necessary (the sequel book also deals with Jake's other abusive marriages and domestic violence rages). Jake's background was clear enough with his surroundings, the people he consorted with, the tumultuous relationship to his equally volatile brother Joey (Joe Pesci), and the way Jake treated his wife, Vicky (Catherine Moriarty). And when his boxing days were over, Jake became a nightclub act, owned his own Miami club before getting busted for allowing underage girls in his club, performed in bad, cheap venues in N.Y.C, and eventually played at ritzier clubs with skits that involved the writings of Tennessee Williams. Jake divorced from Vicky yet managed to reconcile with his brother. The result was a film that was a relentless and vivid biographic tale of a man who fought hard on and off the ring, and also fought hard to punish himself for his sins. He is not quite redeemed, but how many Scorsese protagonists ever are? 

I can give credit where it is due in continuing the story of Jake LaMotta. At least it is better than attempting yet another foolhardy sequel in the "National Lampoon Vacation" series (or God forbid, a remake of the original Chevy Chase classic). Scorsese himself has turned down sequels in the past to his own works (though he did helm "Color of Money", which was the inferior yet flashy and entertaining sequel to Robert Rossen's "The Hustler"). He had refused any involvement in a "Cape Fear" sequel, claiming that he did his best to show that Max Cady, the film's villain, was dead. There were also rumors for a long time of a "Taxi Driver" sequel to be co-directed or co-written with the insane director Lars Von Trier (!), and a continuation of "GoodFellas" (this is actually happening as it has been picked as a TV series for AMC and will be penned by "GoodFellas" author Nicholas Pileggi. Scorsese's involvement, though, is probably zilch). But the original "Raging Bull" had fully encapsulated Jake LaMotta, so the only place you can go from there is where Jake almost fell himself - downhill.