He Needs Me

PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE (2002)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

I have not cared for any of the Adam Sandler films I have seen. They would include "Happy Gilmore," "The Waterboy" and "The Wedding Singer." All of them were box-office hits, not to mention "Big Daddy" and "Billy Madison." My feeling has always been that Sandler was an untalented, uncharismatic actor who could not make me laugh no matter how much he tried. I would occasionally flash a smile or a mild chuckle when he did anything besides beating people to a pulp with a golf club - perhaps, all he needed was the right guide. "Punch-Drunk Love" has finally provided the material that Adam Sandler may have needed to prove his comic worth.

Just the opening sequence alone dictates the unknowable fact that this is no average Adam Sandler flick. Sandler plays Barry Egan, a toilet plunger salesman sitting at his desk inside a giant warehouse, trying to get frequent flyer miles from Healthy Choice products. He hears something outside the warehouse door. He peeks out in the morning light, witnesses a car crash that is as unsettling as any car crash I have seen in recent memory, and out of the blue, a cab drops off a harmonium. Here we see the movie's frequent symbols of uneasy violence against an object of beauty and simplicity. In essence, both symbols correspond with Barry's behavioral impulses. You see Barry is something of a loner. He lives in a bland apartment, has several sisters who call him "gay boy," refuses to go on dates (usually set up by his sisters), has a tendency to smash things, lies then apologizes at the most inopportune times for lying, and basically wants to be left alone. Barry tries a phone sex service that ends up costing him more than he bargained for. He tries to run his business but gets sidetracked by Health Choice products and a sweetheart of a woman named Lena (the aptly cast Emily Watson). The whole movie gets inside Barry's head so that we shift with carefree abandon from one incident to the next, never knowing where Barry or the movie will end up. We know at least it will end up somewhere between a violent cathartis or some poignant note of beauty.

Director Paul Thomas Anderson ("Boogie Nights," "Magnolia") crafts his most experimental feast yet, at a short 1 hour and forty minutes (for those who decried the 3 hour running time of "Magnolia"). He has created a canny comic nightmare from which Barry seems unable to escape from. Barry wants Lena and follows her to Hawaii on a business trip (using up his frequent flyer miles), but everything else is a distraction in his life. When Barry fidgets or feels he is being singled out, he smashes windows, bathrooms where he can barely remove a soap dispenser, and even people. The most fitting line in the film is when Barry professes his love for Lena by saying, "I want to smash your face with a sledgehammer." He doesn't mean it, but violent romantic witticisms are at the heart of his character. Violence, in a sense, is Barry's way of saying he needs help. Lena can calm his violent tendencies, and so can Barry's harmonium which he can hardly play.

Okay, so this is no ordinary Adam Sandler flick as you can well see. Yet I have not had such a good time at the movies since I can remember. "Punch-Drunk Love" is sort of a latter-day "After Hours" with the frenetic rhythms of "Run Lola Run" and a dose of Jacques Tati added to the mix. The result is romantic, strange, exceedingly funny, dramatic, and completely unpredictable (who else but P.T. Anderson could have thought of Shelley Duvall's song from the film "Popeye" "He Needs Me" as a soundtrack choice). There is no way to tell where this film is going, and Sandler's uncharacteristic mannerisms and nervous tics make the experience exhausting, frustrating and entertaining.

Sandler has done something he has not attempted before - his Barry is a character study of what drives his violent and lovey-dovey urges. In the past, we just expected Sandler to go nuts without much explanation. This time, director Anderson provides the basis and insight for the angry behavior. I believe "Punch-Drunk Love" will be considered the ultimate example of lonely, angry males in the new millenium who vent their frustrations by any means necessary.

A special note of mention is Emily Watson, one of the sweetest women in the movies today, with puppy dog eyes and a benign smile that made me a big fan of her work ever since "Breaking the Waves." Her role as Lena is thankless in theory, but it does provide the window of love for Barry that he desperately needs. I also need to mention Mary Lynn Rajskub as Barry's inquisitive sister (she was the cell phone voice who argues with Tom Cruise in "Magnolia," and played a blind woman in "Road Trip") who can't understand what Barry's problems are. One nervy, tensely funny sequence is when Barry's sister follows him from his office to outside the warehouse asking why he can't date Lena and why he keeps so much pudding in his office. She is ideally cast as his sister and sort of looks like Sandler.

There are so many surprises and hysterical sequences in "Punch-Drunk Love" that it would not be fair to dwell much further into the film's story. It is also a clever change-of-pace for Paul Thomas Anderson who continues to surprise me with every film. He is a director to watch out for in the future. And, I never thought I would say this, but Adam Sandler, with the right guide, may be the sparkling star to watch out for as well.

Wise Up and move forward

MAGNOLIA (1999)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia
(Original review from 1999)

I both loved and hated "Magnolia." Let me explain further. I've seen it twice, and I am convinced that Paul Thomas Anderson's multilayered, mosaic character study is one the best American films of 1999. It is also a frustrating experience of a movie because it is so filled with emotional pain and regret that it causes one to avert their eyes from the screen in the hopes that it will all be over (the 3-hour running time can be exhausting and exhilarating at the same time). Of course, this is what life often feels like, full of regrets and pain since we are all human and flawed. And that is what makes "Magnolia" such a cinematic marvel to witness, but also a painful one.

"Magnolia" is set in L.A. on one rainy 24 hour day. It is raining so much that all the characters keep referring to how it is "raining like cats and dogs." We are shown the lives of several different characters who may live on the same street named Magnolia. There is the lonesome, clumsy cop (John C. Reilly) who is ready for any relationship that comes his way; the elderly Earl Partridge (Jason Robards), a wealthy man who is near death; the sympathetic nurse (Philip Seymour Hoffman) who takes care of Earl; Earl's gold-digging wife with a conscience (Julianne Moore); the strutting, sexed-up guru Frank T.J. Mackey (Tom Cruise), Earl's estranged son; the tired quiz show host dying of cancer (Philip Baker Hall); the coked-up quiz show host's daughter who loves Aimee Mann songs (Melora Walters); the genius whiz kid (Jeremy Blackman), a participant on the aforementioned quiz show; and finally, the lonely, pathetic former child genius Donnie Smith (William H. Macy) who wants love and has love to give.

"Magnolia" begins with an ingenious prologue about chances and coincidences in life, told through some famous urban legends. One includes an attempted suicide that becomes a homicide, a store clerk killed by three thieves who bear his name, and the connection between a blackjack dealer and a pilot. The point of these vignettes is to show how some people can come together by sheer coincidence without knowing why or how. And, in essence, that is what "Magnolia" is about.

Somehow, these people find a way of connecting to each other in ways not imaginable to them, or at least not immediately apparent to them. The most powerful scenes involve the heartless, cynical Frank who is the guru of something called "Search and Destroy," demonstrating to men the various methods on how to get laid (those scenes are as electrifying as anything Cruise has ever done before). When Frank realizes that his father is dying, he badgers the man verbally and then lets out an emotional cannon that is as moving as Marlon Brando's similar moment of realization in "Last Tango in Paris."

Then there is the emotionally high-strung wife of Earl (Moore) who regrets cheating on her husband and suddenly realizes that she loves him. A crucial scene is when she stops at a pharmacy to get medicine for her husband. She is questioned about her prescriptions, and Moore begins to curse the clerk, shaming him for calling her a lady. It is so effectively unwatchable that it will make you cringe. Along with "Cookie's Fortune," "The End of the Affair," and "An Ideal Husband," 1999 will be remembered as the year of Julianne Moore, a gifted actress of extraordinary range.

There are many performances worth mentioning but I will at least mention one of our most unsung actors in America, John C. Reilly (who appeared in P.T. Anderson's "Boogie Nights" and "Hard Eight"). He plays Officer Jim Kurring, who prays quite often and is seeking a mate. He finds one in the quiz show host's daughter (Walters) who plays her stereo far too loud. He is immediately smitten and asks her out on a date, oblivious to her drug abuse and her high-pitched personality. She does not realize what a klutz he is since he loses his gun and nightstick quite often.

"Magnolia" is full of so many great scenes and acute moments of observation that some of it will remind you of Robert Altman's classic "Short Cuts." The similarity ends as far as the mosaic of characters (there were far more in Altman's film) because writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson has a musical structure in mind that is as unusual and breathless as anything I have ever seen before. Never mind the various songs by Aimee Mann (written specifically for the film), Mr. Anderson has also mentioned that he based the narrative structure on the Beatles song, "A Day in the Life." There is even a moment where each of the characters sing the lyrics to the Aimee Mann song "Wise Up." "Magnolia" is surely the most musical of all films in a long time.

It would not be fair to reveal more of the surprises in "Magnolia," since one cannot predict what will happen from one scene to the next. The film builds with so much power and tension that it leads to a climactic moment that you will either love or hate (let's say that the "Exodus 8:2" signs are there for a reason). Some will argue that this film is too strange, bizarre and exaggerated to understand or comprehend (and maybe it is littered with too many profanities - I am keen to agree with most on that one). Those are the naysayers talking who do not wish for cinema to take such leaps and bounds from the ordinary. "Magnolia" is one of the most profoundly moving films of the 1990's with an ensemble cast that is as uniformly brilliant as you can imagine. All great films are tough to forget - this one will grow on you and get underneath your skin. But the emotional pain is tough going for even the most adventurous filmgoers.  

DIRK DIGGLER, what a name!

BOOGIE NIGHTS (1997)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

(Original review from 1997)

Don't be put off by the title: "Boogie Nights" is one of the most vivid, tantalizing and unconventional American films of the past few years. It is intense, dazzling filmmaking by 26-year-old director Paul Thomas Anderson ("Hard Eight") and it is guaranteed to give him a major boost in the world of film and in his career. Yes, folks, he's that good.

"Boogie Nights" is an epic tale of the porno industry in the 1970's and early 1980's, and how it affected the lives of the actors, directors and everyone else involved in the making and production of what is now a billion dollar industry. Burt Reynolds, in what may be his finest role since "Deliverance," is surprisingly credible and understated as a porn director named Jack Horner who yearns to make this industry respectable. One night at a disco, he discovers a potentially hot star in the form of a waiter, Eddie Adams (the extraordinary Mark Wahlberg). Jack talks to Eddie and tries to entice him into becoming one of his actors. Eddie is reluctant but decides it may not be such a bad idea.

The naive Eddie is nineteen years old and lives at home with his domineering parents who pressure him into going to school. Every night he practices some kung-fu moves in front of his mirror and his Bruce Lee and Cheryl Tiegs posters - Eddie aspires to be one of them. He gets the chance with Jack, and shortly becomes an overnight success. He becomes Dirk Diggler, the biggest porn star in the business. "That's a catchy name," says Jack.

After a while, Eddie moves into Jack's home and becomes part of his unusual "family," which includes Jack's leading lady star Amber Waves (the always great Julianne Moore) who will gradually become Eddie's maternal co-star, and an energetic blonde named Rollergirl (Heather Graham - an actress who keeps you on the edge) who will remove all her clothing for a sex scene except for her roller skates. The house becomes a haven for excess in the numerous drug parties and the sexual dalliances in the bedrooms. Eddie is immersed in this world and loves all of the excess and addictions, particularly the addiction to cocaine that leads to his downfall. This is the heavenly dream of the 1970's party scene - to indulge in drugs and sex forever.

The world of porn filmmaking is one aspect that writer-director Anderson does not fully explore. He shows us only glimpses, such as the scenes where Eddie does his first sex scene with Amber demonstrating how the crew maintains their composure while the sex gets hot and heavy. Amber even tells Eddie to come inside her thereby ruining the close-up come shot in a hysterically funny scene. What Anderson is really interested in is the effect porn has on the crew members and the actors: there's a credible section involving one crew member (William H. Macy) who sees his wife, a porn star, continually having sex with other men at parties or on the street in plain view. She has become addicted to sex, but he has not because he doesn't allow it to become a part of his life.

Eddie's rise and fall and rise again are the most startling chain of events in the movie - he becomes so heavily addicted to cocaine that he is fired by Jack on the set due to his temper tantrums. Eddie begins to lead a life of drug deals, homosexual encounters in parking lots, and finally a nearly fatal encounter with a rich drug addict where firecrackers are exploding and the song "Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield plays in the background while he and his pals are getting ready to rob the guy. It's a no-win situation and it shows that if sex is no longer an addiction for Eddie, then the gratifying pleasure of his drugs is.

"Boogie Nights" has a similar structure to Scorsese's "GoodFellas" and "Casino" in the stylistic camerawork and editing, and the two-act structure where we see the eventual rise leading to the downward abyss where nothing is left except...more excess (one shot where a girl jumps into the water as the camera follows her underwater is a direct steal from the lyrical "I am Cuba"). The transition from the decadent 70's of promiscuity, endless blissful fun and halter tops to the nastier, more violent era of the 80's, where all that bliss and decadence peter out (Jack has to resort to shooting porn on video because it is cheaper), is handled flawlessly by the deftly written screenplay and the audacious, engaging narrative structure. Anderson's point is that those who survive in the 80's, including Eddie, will still succumb to their initial addictions because that is all they have.

"Boogie Nights" is a garish, violent, unsentimental, alternately funny, humanistic and intricately layered film that will stay with you. It has no particularly likable characters, easy resolutions or sentimental situations. What it does brilliantly, though, is to make us empathize with the characters and with the crucial decisions and surprising events that take place in their lives, and how they learn to cope with their emotions and move on. "Boogie Nights" is about as pure a cinematic treat as you're likely to get.

P.T. Anderson shoots and scores

HARD EIGHT aka SYDNEY (1996)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Paul Thomas Anderson's "Hard Eight" is not about gambling or the roll of the dice at the crap tables. It is the story of one desolate man seeking to resolve other people's problems through his own sheer influence and ability to do so, and not for purely selfish reasons. Yet this man has a history and a past that comes back to haunt him.

Philip Baker Hall plays this sour-faced man, a professional gambler known as Sydney who, at the start of the film, approaches an unlucky joe named John (John C. Reilly) at a cafe and truck stop. Sydney offers John his help, mostly fifty dollars and a cup of coffee. Apparently, John has lost his bets playing at a Vegas casino, trying to come up with enough money to pay for his mother's funeral. "I admire the intention. I can't say it is wise, though," says Sydney. The offer is to take John to Vegas and show him how to make some money, enough for a room and a meal. The process involves an old trick using a rate card, which will be enough cash to last John for a day or more.

Fade out to a couple of years later in Reno, not Vegas. Sydney is still gambling at the casino, playing his keno cards and tipping waitresses. There is one waitress he is keen on, Clementine (Gwyneth Paltrow), a flirtatious waitress who does double duty as a prostitute to pay for her rent and her car. It could cost her waitressing job but Sydney decides to keep it quiet after witnessing her leaving a motel room. He wants to help her, and knows she is enamored with John. Ultimately, Sydney brings them together, as if they were his own kids whom he is looking out for.

"Hard Eight" smoothly handles these characters with growing and knowing affection towards them, accepting them as the people they are without condescending or moralizing them. Sydney is quiet, introspective and has a deep, authoritative voice that envelops you, as it does John and Clementine. His soggy eyes and arched eyebrows give the impression of a man who has spent a lot of time inside a casino, and has seen it all. We know little about him as a character except that he has two estranged kids and was once divorced. But when a stunning revelation is unveiled, it becomes clear he is not all he is cracked up to be, or maybe there are mistaken stories about his past. One is never sure, and Paul Thomas Anderson, who wrote and directed this promising debut, never tells.

Clementine just wants to pay her bills, but is unsure of her own future. Will it be as a waitress who flirts to get tips and doubles as a hooker, or will she open a beauty salon with whatever money she can save? Could she have a future with John? John is a nobody who becomes somebody inside the casino, thanks to his connections with Sydney. John is also friends with Jimmy (Samuel L. Jackson), a two-timing, loud security manager who knows the secrets of Sydney's past. Exactly what is John's job inside the casino is not clear, or if he even has a job (he is adept at getting free cable). Nevertheless, he remains loyal to Sydney, following around him like a puppy and dressing like him to boot. None of these characters are quite what they seem initially, and gradually we realize that their aspirations are severely limited.

Paul Thomas Anderson's assured direction is never less than mesmerizing. His choice of gliding Steadicam shots inside the casino, particularly when tracking Sydney's movements, are wonderful and never call attention to themselves. Other sequences, like the diner scenes involving John and Clementine's meetings with Sydney, are beautifully composed with alarmingly appropriate close-up shots. I also admire the scene between Clementine and Sydney at his hotel room where she thinks she is there to have sex. Sydney stands in front of her as she sits on the bed, yet we only see him from below the waistline. It gives the impression that he is more paternal to her than just another client.

Anderson, who went on to the phenomenal works of pure glitz and sadness of "Boogie Nights" and "Magnolia," never falters in dialogue, direction or pacing (Barbara Tulliver did the seamless editing). If I have a complaint, it is that it ends too soon (a common factor in independent cinema). I could have sat for another hour, listening to these characters and their worries, their fears, and their losses. A couple of sequels would have been more than warranted.

Also known under the more appropriate title, "Sydney," "Hard Eight" is a gloomy, hardly joyous noir tale, more enervated in its stylistic mood and atmosphere than glittery. It shows Vegas and Reno, minus the neon and the glamour. It replaces both with sights of coffee cups, cigarettes and ashtrays, overcast skies outside diners, and dimly lit hotel rooms and casino tables. It is the place of broken dreams, and John, Clementine and Sydney are all there trying to survive and move on. But it is Philip Baker Hall as Sydney who brings the soul and pathos to the film, making it clearly his own. His cool, calm precision at handling matters, despite the fact that his past is creeping up on him at a steady rate, delineates a lost soul trying to maintain his composure. Sydney is one of the most enigmatic and unforgettable characters of the 1990's.

Blane? That's not a name, it is an appliance!

PRETTY IN PINK (1986)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Before I write my opinion of this film, let me make one thing sparklingly clear. In 1986, I was a huge fan of Molly Ringwald! A real big fan, I mean, I had the Time magazine and the Life magazine issues where this smiling redhead appeared on the front covers. I had seen "Sixteen Candles" (a fairly crude comedy) and "The Breakfast Club" (John Hughes's best picture ever), both of which starred Ringwald at her finest. I went to the theater to see America's sweetheart in "Pretty in Pink" and was blown away, like any real fan might be. Okay, so I am aware I was only 15 at the time. And yes, the film is dated and has an unsatisfying conclusion. Still, seeing it again recently, I found it to be a completely disarming, heartfelt and affecting portrait of teenage life in the 1980's, back when the haircuts were atrocious and the clothes were no better.

The movie opens with close-ups of Ringwald dressing and getting ready for school. Oh, my the close-up of those lips! Her earring! Yes, we young boys did ogle at Ringwald in those days. Then we see her trying to wake up her father (Harry Dean Stanton), something of a deadbeat who works part-time only. She insists that her father look for a full-time job, acting more like his mother than his daughter. Ringwald's character name is Andie, a straight-A student whose best friend is Duckie (Jon Cryer), who is not quite a nerd and not quite the most studious. They are poor and are both lucky to be at this high school, mostly attended by "richies." Everything seems right with this world, including Andie's own part-time job at the "Trax," a record store owned by Iona (Annie Potts) whose wardrobe changes more often than her record collection. And Duckie is in love with Andie, though she doesn't know it.

Like any teenage movie post-"West Side Story," something has to threaten this world. There is the rich Blane (Andrew McCarthy), another senior student who wants to go out with Andie. He goes to the record store, pretends to be interested in Steve Lawrence, and, hesitating for what seems like an eternity, finally says to Andie, "How are you doing?" Eventually, they go out, much to the dismay of Duckie. There is more trouble ahead when Blane's stiff, arrogant best friend, Stef (James Spader) tells Blane to give up Andie, the girl from the wrong side of the tracks (literally). If not, Blane will not only lose a friend, he'll lose his clique of rich classmates. And since the high-school prom is coming up, will Blane give up his friends for Andie or will he give up Andie?

The plot is not a surprise but one wishes writer John Hughes and director Howard Deutch injected a few twists. The final prom climax seems a little phony and ends with a forced happy ending - one thing I can't stand is a forced resolution for such wonderful, spontaneous characters who seem follow their own paths. Andie and Duckie, who have so many scenes of truth, undergo an unlikely change that seems to have been handled by a committee, not by writers. My other nitpicking aspect is the character of Stef. Most of the high-school seniors in this movie are played by actors far too old to be in high-school - they appear more like senior college students. James Spader was well into his 20's when he played Stef - he looks like a listless man who parades the halls and makes observations and gives advice while smoking a cigarette. Yet Spader is so watchable and his line delivery is so impeccable ("Do you think I would treat my parents' house like this if money meant nothing to me?") that he brings a sense of credibility to the role, despite the age difference. Still, does this senior ever attend class?

Speaking of age differences, there is the gum-smacking, chain-smoking Jena (the late Alexa Klein who was murdered in NYC), one of Andie's friends, who hopes that Andie will not date a richie. Her primary concern is for Andie's studious mentality ("Do you want to be a doctor?"), feeling that it is better to sit out gym class than to participate. The actress could easily be Andie's older sister than a high-school student. Now as for Andrew McCarthy, his Blane character is not always convincing. He is at his best when verbally sparring with Spader. There is some hint of chemistry with Ringwald but we are never sure if he really loves Andie or if he is just clueless. I would have amped up on the cluelessness because McCarthy can play that type of character better than anybody.

Jon Cryer and Annie Potts nearly steal the movie with their witticisms and gobs of humorous asides. Cryer's Duckie is a forlorn love puppy who mocks the richies as often as he can, and can lip-synch Otis Redding with sexual urgency. He adores Andie but he can't have her. Andie will have lunch with him, go on car rides around rich neighborhoods, help him with homework and be as good a friend as anyone has any right to be, especially with Duckie. Cryer conveys all these traits so well that it became his best-known character (anything is better than the doltish nephew of Lex Luthor's he played in the unfortunate "Superman IV"). Potts' Iona is the one who already went to high school, dealt with the prom, and has dated far too many guys. She wants the best for Andie and gives good motherly advice ("When you see the Duckman, be kind. He's nursing a lot of wounds.")

Finally, it is Molly Ringwald who brings Andie to the surface with brains, spunk, charm and appeal, and she looks pretty in pink. Ringwald is the star of the movie and both are as appealing as any teenage movie can get.

Sweet, sweet badass dynamite

BLACK DYNAMITE (2009)

Reviewed By Jerry Saravia

Not too long ago I saw an early 1970's blaxploitation parody called "Darktown Strutters," a slight but occasionally catoonish film that had some lulls yet scored just as many laughs. "Black Dynamite," however, goes much further - it is uproarious and captures the grit and underexposed lighting (and some snazzy bright colors) of those 70's pictures perfectly, complete with awful acting and technical malfunctions that will please film buffs more than anyone else.

Michael Jai White (best known for "Spawn") is the superhero ex-CIA agent and Vietnam Vet with the big afro known as Black Dynamite, who has the ability to smile without smiling. After Dynamite's brother is killed by some possible crime syndicate, he seeks full vengeance. After discovering his brother's actual role before being gunned down and learning how the crime syndicate is giving street kids heroin, Dynamite promises to clean up the streets in his community and get rid of the drug dealers. "But Black Dynamite, *I* sell drugs in the community," says one drug dealer.

Along with the help of a Pam Grier lookalike (Salli Richardson), the heroes discover that it all comes down to a plan involving malt liquor emasculating black men. There are also crooked cops, crooked politicians like our former President Nixon, a visit to Kung Fu Island, and lots of violence and sexual escapades, including threesomes. If you are easily offended by racial epithets, the N-word is said aplenty here (Spike Lee is hopefully taking notes). An added plus is a nifty and splendidly funny scene where Dynamite deciphers a top secret operation called "Code Kansas" inside of a diner. It is mostly a play on words and codes and it is cheerfully outrageous.

"Black Dynamite" loses a little momentum about halfway through and grows a little tiresome yet, when the energy level comes front and center in the exciting climax where Dynamite kicks ass and we see Tommy Davidson as a ridiculous character named Cream Corn, not to mention a hilarious cameo by Arsenio Hall as Tasty Freeze, I rolled with laughter. Pure deconstruction and mimickry of a long expired genre, "Black Dynamite" is a little uneven yet Michael Jai White (who should be a shoo-in for Luke Cage, if anyone's interested in making that comic-book come alive) captures the spirit and pizazz of a genre and decade that looks positively tame compared to today's ultraviolent action pictures. After it is over, you might happily sing the repetitive choral chord of "DYNO-MITE!!!" That is part of its charm.

Pizza, beer, bullets - Sway with me

THE THIRD SOCIETY (2002)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

When even the main actor (who's also the director) refuses to be given top billing in the credits, you know you are watching movie badness at its zenith. Perhaps "The Third Society" is not as bad as any standard revenge tale with a female lead as the pistol-packing action hero but it certainly qualifies as the newest addition to the good/bad movie leagues of extraordinarily unintentionally humorous badness. And yet this is one of the most enjoyable of all the B and Z-grade pictures I have seen in recent years, so read further.

We have J.A. Steel as Cassandra Alexandra Reynolds, a low-profile LAPD detective and terrorist specialist who is also a martial-arts expert (specifically a Muay Thai kickboxer). She is after the Asian Mafia who (for unexplained reasons) had shot her mother to death (Cassandra had witnessed her murder as a child). Thus, Cassandra and her sister were put on the Witness Protection Program. Presently, Cassandra is known simply as Jones, a detective who hates paperwork and kills a dozen drug dealers in two weeks, while her sister works for some anonymous firm. Unfortunately, Jones's sister has been kidnapped by the Asian Mafia and the top leader wants Jones dead. So Jones dresses in a flashy bike uniform and rides that bike throughout the rest of the movie, kicking and firing weapons left and right.

Granted, director J.A. Steel had limited budgetary constraints and limited time to make her action flick really fly. But consider what happens in the film. There is a gratuitous sequence in a bar that simply marks time (though it allows for some brief fighting with the Asian fighters until Jones simply mows them down). Another sequence is set at an airport field where Jones rides her bike at ferocious speeds while three cars driven by the bad guys head in her direction unaware it is the lead character. Huh? That outfit and bike certainly stand out, unless the point is that the bad guys can't see through tinted windows? So while Jones unloads her gun and the bad guys get away, she kidnaps a helicopter while her boss and the air-traffic controllers tell her to land. Double huh? Then we have not one but two shower scenes where an FBI agent makes a rather rude entrance and surprises the naked lead actress. Apparently, she is not too upset by this but she also never kisses the guy once (maybe the agent was just trying to be buddies but then he later insinuates he wants more). And there are the flashbacks to Jones's mother's murder, shown one too many times.

J.A. Steel is seemingly uncomfortable in the lead role, and we never sense her inner rage at her mother's murder. She also seems to enjoy killing the bad guys, specifically anyone who uses the martial-arts. Curiously, on the DVD's behind-the-scenes special, she shows more charisma and humor than in the movie. But Steel obviously draws on humor to make this whole flick as silly as possible. Her character actually sways every time a bullet is fired at her and misses her (Rambo never swayed!) And there are at least two occasions where she plays dead after being shot. Still, she looks fetching when her hair is wet.

Shannon Clay as the blonde sister, Erica, who is an expert at transferring a billion dollars to different accounts, shows more finesse and presence than Steel (one wonders why they didn't switch roles). She is terrifically funny in a kitchen scene where she wants to be hospitable to the assassins by making coffee. It is a Tarantinoesque moment and delivers the biggest laugh in the film.

"The Third Society" is unintelligible trash and often hokey and haphazard in the editing and acting departments. The photography is gorgeous (particularly the presumably Asian waterfalls in one shot) but the slow-motion shots of guns being fired could have been staged better. Well, heck, the whole movie could have been staged better. And yet, I found myself laughing all the way through it. I had a good time but like most good bad movies, it is difficult to say if this was intended as a parody of those 80's action thrillers or as a very humorous postmodernist take on them (either way, I'll say that there is no way anyone could take it seriously). For a slow Saturday night where you have pizza and beer handy, "The Third Society" will long be remembered by me as the greatest movie ever made to watch with pizza and beer.