One may smile, and smile, and be a villain

 SMILE (2022)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

"One may smile, and smile, and be a villain."

Quote from Shakespeare's "Hamlet"

I have to report that within the first ten minutes of "Smile," there is a shabbily-dressed female patient meeting with a therapist and this patient is deathly afraid and losing control of her senses. The terrified girl starts convulsing and is out of breath before standing upright with a frozen smile on her face. Then she kills herself in a gory fashion and we get the title credits. My frustration with "Smile" was that a horror film nowadays has to always open with a violent death prior to the opening credits, and this has lingered as the repeated horror movie cliche since 1996's "Scream." I also have to report that once you get past this scene (which is essential to the movie's plot as a whole) you are then in for one scary, psychological, often emotionally bumpy ride that doesn't use the frozen smile as a gimmick.  

Sosie Bacon is Dr. Rose Cotter, the creeped-out therapist who witnesses the strange girl's suicide and is ordered to take time off from work (Kal Penn, by the way, plays her sympathetic boss who reminds us of how one other patient didn't have medical insurance. We do need to be reminded of that in this day and age). Rose sees the smiling girl infrequently, either outside her office window or at home near her refrigerator or berating her in the darkness while she sleeps. But she can't get past the traumatic incident and when another patient exhibits that frozen, unwavering smile (albeit briefly), it turns out that it is not an epidemic since he is snapped out of it. But is there an epidemic of frozen smiles out there that lead to suicides? Rose finds that a doctor killed himself in front of the smiling girl, and that indeed it seems to pass on. Rose has her own trauma to deal with the repeated nightmares of the death of her mother, which Rose witnessed at a young age. And then as we get closer to the truth, it leads to an "unexpected" birthday gift from Rose to her nephew (talk about trauma), and the realization that her fiance may be more materialistic than she is. There are also some bitter truths regarding Rose's sister (Gillian Zinser) who couldn't deal with the mother's depression and walked out on the family.

In terms of psychological torment, "Smile" could be read as a film about mental illness and the eventual breakdown of one's frame of mind within a psychotic break. Even while watching it, I wasn't too sure of what could be anticipated or how Rose was going to combat this demonic apparition. "Smile" rises above its familiar "It Follows"-type horror trappings thanks to the intense shadings of Sosie Bacon (Kevin Bacon's daughter) as Rose and we start to wonder if any of this is real or just mere hallucinations. Bacon makes us care about her plight and, once we discover the truth of her horrendous, spiraling-out-of-control situation, we hope she can recover and get back on her feet. Her spectacular performance rockets this film way past the acceptable parameters of most horror fare. 

Aside from the viciously bloody opening, writer-director Parker Finn opts out of traditional blood and gore and uses it intermittently. He focuses on atmosphere that includes overcast skies and surroundings that feel claustrophobic and the occasional rotating camera that flips upside down, indicative of a smile becoming a frown (Finn also infuses sympathy for Rose and every scene features Rose - we go along for this terrifying trip with her). Coupled with a vibrating, almost Satanic music score or grinder of some kind and a few jump scares that are few and far in between, "Smile" gave me major goosebumps and the ending gave me major shivers that resulted in me not grinning from ear to ear. 

Sean Connery is the Only One that Counts

 HIGHLANDER (1986)

A Lack of Appreciation by Jerry Saravia

Going back to the well to reassess a movie you disliked only to find it became a bona fide cult film is a job I take infrequently. Such is the case with "Highlander" and its immortals and my recent excursion into the bowels of bromanship amidst flying jet planes with "Top Gun." Both films were released in 1986 though "Highlander" was a film I did not check out until home video in 1993. I disliked "Highlander" and found it boring, stiff and clunky. Watching it again, I still find I dislike it and it is still boring, stiff and clunky. Just because it became a cult hit that spawned several sequels and an animated series, not to mention a live-action series, doesn't mean it rates as wonderful. 

The movie begins at a wrestling match with actual wrestlers (and a very young girl in the audience flicking her tongue - what is that all about?) Connor MacLeod (Christopher Lambert) is in the crowd of spectators who is not enjoying the action (and we see quick flashbacks to a different time of Scottish warriors fighting to the death with swords). Meanwhile, Connor runs out and confronts some guy in a business suit and they start fighting with swords that emit sparks when clashing against the metal and parking barriers. This all takes place in a parking lot and the business suit guy is actually an immortal and Connor decapitates him. The whole lot is practically levelled and lightning strikes Connor (this is called the quickening). Turns out Connor is an immortal himself, a 16th-century immortal born in Glenfinnan, Scotland near the shores of Loch Shiel (a phrase repeated more than once). We see flashbacks to a time in the Scottish Highlands where he barely fought anyone during the war with the Fraser Clan until he is seemingly mortally wounded by the menacing warrior, the Kurgan (Clancy Brown). Of course, Connor doesn't die and the townspeople oust him from their land thinking he is a devil of some kind. 

These early scenes lack panache and the swordfights are utterly dull - there is no real spatial sense of any real action occurring and it is all poorly staged and edited. The only real panache comes from the arrival of Sean Connery as Juan Sánchez-Villalobos Ramírez, a born immortal (like Connor) who is not a Spaniard but in fact Egyptian! Pardon? Nevertheless Connery kept me awake and shows the life force of a man enjoying his time on Earth, making the most of it with passion and verve (and he likes to drink). 

Once Connery exits prematurely from the movie, "Highlander" suffers a quickening of tedious scenes of sword fighting and more fighting. Lambert is not bad here as Connor, and he has some humorous lines in the 1985 section where he is Russell Nash, an antiques dealer, but he is not strong enough to carry the weightless script. Clancy Brown can grate the nerves as the Kurgan and is far more hideously over-the-top than needs be (though his shouting at the nuns and a priest in a church is a little more animated than anything else in the movie). Some sweeping shots of Scotland are awe-inducing yet the finale, a swordfight that goes on forever, is set on top of the roof of some building with neon letters that read "SILVERCUP." You don't see much since they are nighttime shots and it is hard to care who lives or dies, or just who lives (they are immortals but decapitating them is the only way to destroy them). "Highlander" has its fans and is of major cult status but this movie was about as exciting as watching somebody watching wallpaper dry.  

Bitterly cold Moscow murder mystery

 GORKY PARK (1983)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Icy with the accent on cold, frigid, any synonym you can think of to describe "Gorky Park." The atmosphere of Martin Cruz Smith's complicated murder mystery novel is there but hardly any characters that inspire much in the way of empathy. 

William Hurt, perfecting a British accent rather than a Russian one, is Renko, a Moscow police inspector who is investigating the heinous murder of three young people. It is purely a sadistic murder with each of the three people found with their faces and fingertips cut off. Why? No one can be sure but Renko finds this leads to a rabbit hole of KGB agents, potentially his own supervisor and an enigmatic American businessman, Osborne (Lee Marvin), who sells sable fur coats (Guess what they do to the sables in making those coats? They skin them of course, in ways that remind Renk of the murdered victims). Renko goes deep into a world that includes a desperate New York City cop (Brian Dennehy), a brother of one of the victims; a pair of skates belonging to a wardrobe girl on a movie set (Joanna Pacula), and of course, Gorky Park itself, the amusement park with the ice rink and a LP player that hauntingly plays Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake."

As I said, the cold, brutal winter of Russia and the cloudy skies permeate the story of "Gorky Park" and it is all evoked as well as you can imagine. I was soaked in by it (you really feel the bitter cold) and the intricate police procedural (including the reconstruction of the victims' faces from their bone structure) yet everyone in this film seemed standoffish to me. Renko is a bit difficult to warm up to, no pun attended, and though William Hurt is a compelling actor in his own right - he doesn't convince as a Russian officer. Every character look ashen-faced and untrustworthy. Lee Marvin gives the most solid performance as a cold, calculating man whose very presence gave me the shudders - his dialogue is often cryptic. Yet the whole ending feels anticlimactic despite an intriguing first half and, in the end, I felt more sympathy for the largely unseen sables than the aloof depiction of its characters. 

Party loyalty

 EMINENT DOMAIN (1990)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

Donald Sutherland's towering, keen presence always makes for compelling viewing in any film. A half-hearted though still fascinating thriller like "Eminent Domain" doesn't suffer because he is there - he is present in every scene and makes it count. Someone else wouldn't have made it nearly as compelling treatment of a Kafkaesque political tale as Sutherland does. Still, I was left wanting by the end of it.

Set during the pre-Solidarity Poland of 1979, Sutherland is Jozef Burski, an influential Politburo member (known as Number Six) who has the good life - a spacious apartment full of books, a wife (Anne Archer) who cherishes him, and a young, naive daughter (Jodhi May). It is a loving family and a loving marriage in a Communist country, so what could possibly go wrong? One day, Burski is told he has no security clearance and no job, not to mention a now "closed" office. Burski needs answers but is never told why he lost his position. He procures the help of his friend (Paul Freeman), a bug expert, who finds that the Burski's apartment is bugged. Still, no answers. 

If "Eminent Domain" continued along those lines and prolonging the agony and the paranoia, then it would've become a classy Kafka political nightmare. As it stands, the movie is at its best within the confines of the unknowing, the ambiguous nature of Burski's membership - did Burski do something wrong? Did he bribe someone he shouldn't have? Or does the Politburo just want a new member in his place? Instead we are saddled with a tragedy in the middle of the narrative, and an explanation that emerges prematurely dealing with party loyalty. Huh? I expected a lot more than that considering that the co-screenwriter Andrzej Krakowski based this story on the true experiences of his own father, a Communist party member. I doubt that Krakowski's own father had exactly the same experiences that Burski has since much of the film seems melodramatic and there's a forced happy ending.

"Eminent Domain" has some chilling speeches about party loyalty but not enough grit to make this a showstopper of a political thriller  - it just falls short. The film is watchable and often tinged with suspense and occasional verve by director John Irvin - you keep waiting to see what the denouement will be. The answers, though, are far more underwhelming than the setup. 

We Will Meet Again

 THE HIT (1984)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

"The Hit" should've been a winner. It's got John Hurt as a sullen, virtually silent hitman with oil-slicked hair. It's got Terence Stamp as a career criminal and gangster who is on John Hurt's hitlist. It's got some amazingly gorgeous Spanish locations and British director Stephen Frears who has sparked many films with his directorial flair later in his career. Beautiful to behold, yet a trifle of a crime movie with more offbeat touches than any narrative tissue worth caring about. 

Stamp is Willie Parker, a former London gangster who outed his associates in court and lives comfortably in a Spanish villa. The villa is an intimate place with plenty of bookcases and a typewriter and various rooms that you make you almost feel the coziness and relaxation of such a surrounding. Trouble brews immediately as a bunch of seeming hooligans invade the home space and wait for Willie to return. It turns out that Willie couldn't remain in hiding forever - John Hurt is the assassin, Mr. Braddock, who has located him and is going to kill him. But Mr. Braddock can't just kill him anywhere - he has to bring Willie to the kingpin who is waiting in Paris. But why bring him all the way to Paris? Why can't Mr. Braddock just shoot him, take a picture as proof and be done with it? Well, that would take away the potential excitement of a road movie with a killer and his assistant, along with Willie who frequently and inexplicably smiles. For rather contrived reasons that only the screenwriter could explain, Braddock intends to stay in a supposedly unoccupied Madrid apartment where they instead find the owner and his 16-year-old Spanish hooker (Laura Del Sol)! Oh, but why? As, perhaps collateral, they take the hooker with them on the road to Paris, but why? And why does Mr. Braddock, a killer with excellent aim, need Myron (Tim Roth, in his acting debut), a younger, peroxide blonde assistant or apprentice or both? 

The only character of any real worth and understanding is Terence Stamp's Willie, who accepts that his life is coming to an end. He quotes from a book about death and it comes a little too late in the film yet we feel that he has accepted his eventual demise. Stamp has one solid scene with Hurt's Braddock where one senses Braddock might not want to go through with the hit. Yet "The Hit" never quite takes flight as an exciting, humorous suspense thriller or even as an astute character study. It exists through the engineering of chaotic, violent situations and one too many extraneous characters. Save for the electrifying flamenco guitar score by Paco de Lucia and terrifically framed compositions of the beautiful Spanish countryside, "The Hit" seems to waste the talents of its cast by giving them a story that doesn't amount to much other than to suggest that death is always around the corner.   

Takes a grump to know a grump

 A MAN CALLED OTTO (2022)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

It wouldn't matter if "A Man Called Otto" was a remake of a popular Swedish film because everything that happens in it can certainly be anticipated. It is a Hollywood formula picture of a grumpy old man who has his set of rules to live by until new neighbors ignite something in him, some measure of humanity and positive feelings. Think "Gran Torino" minus the gunplay and racism. Or think of a wonderful, underrated film "Bread and Tulips" which had Bruno Ganz as a similar, suicide-prone grump. Still, despite such predictability, Tom Hanks rules "A Man Called Otto" in every scene and shows him at his very nuanced best playing an older man who is actually easier to get along with than say Clint Eastwood's character in "Gran Torino." On the other hand, he's not the friendliest neighbor so let's not split hairs here. 

Otto is a long-standing Pittsburgh steel factory worker facing forced retirement (due to cutbacks, something quite commonplace nowadays) and a meaningless existence. He lives in a gated, almost dour-looking community where he insists people follow the rules of the street - don't pass through or park unless you have a parking sticker. I say dour because the painted shades of gray in these houses is less than colorful - why do people want to paint building facades with gray colors nowadays? Now I sound like a grump. Otto is looking to commit suicide to join his wife Sonya, who was paralyzed from a bad bus accident and had passed on six months earlier. The running gag is that each time he attempts suicide, he's interrupted. First it is his new Spanish neighbors, a young married couple named Marisol (Mariana Treviño) and Tommy (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo), where Tommy has trouble parallel parking a U-Haul. Then it is a social media journalist who's looking for Otto since he was caught on iPhone cameras saving an older man -  Otto initially thought of jumping in front of a train until he rescued someone who may have wanted do the same thing! This Otto can't catch a break and is further dismayed by young people who can't drive, who can't do simple arithmetic at a department store cash register and so on. Yet it is especially the warm-hearted Marisol who cuts through Otto's own self-made facade of guilt and anger and finds a man who can care for others - he just has a funny way of showing it.

Tom Hanks and writer David Magee find a way of not sentimentalizing Otto - we know he is not just a rude, unforgiving man who calls people idiots. He genuinely cares and wants to do the right thing - he just misses his Sonya. In acutely timed flashbacks, we see the insights into a younger Otto (Truman Hanks, Tom's actual son)and his initial meet-cute with Sonya (she drops a book at a train station and he fetches it for her). This man had ideals but he also had an irreparable health problem - an enlarged heart (this leads to some comical one-liners from Marisol). His bitterness grew over his wife's accident and the loss of their unborn child. His bitterness extends when he's forced into retirement and all the factory has to show for it is a cake with his face on it! Yet Hanks doesn't make it easy for us and doesn't overact - he suppresses his emotions but sometimes a simple smile or taking Marisol to a bakery where he used to take his wife says enough.

Mariana Treviño as Marisol in "A Man Called Otto"

"A Man Called Otto" is a refreshingly pleasant and tear-jerkingly emotional time at the movies and nothing it in feels forced or out of synch. As I mentioned earlier, everything can be predicted yet I have not felt this deeply involved and in love with such wonderful characters in a film of this type in a while. Maybe I am at the age that I can understand Otto and know where he's coming from - takes a grump to know a grump. Aside from the spectacular Hanks, Mariana Treviño is one of the most engaging, beatific presences I've seen in quite some time. In many ways, she becomes the heart and soul of the movie and of Otto's life. Otto knows it too, he just doesn't let on. 

Bored me out of my skull

 RE-ANIMATOR (1985)

Reviewed by Jerry Saravia

A gooey, gross-out variation on the Frankenstein theme supplying only the barest of shudders and only the slightest hint of black humor, "Re-Animator" is an uneven mess, a simple-minded and lifeless comedy-horror movie adapted from an H.P. Lovecraft book. Accent on the horror, to be sure, and light on comedy but the movie takes an eternity to go anywhere with its story. 

We get a one-dimensional mad medical student from Switzerland, Herbert West (Jeffrey Combs), who continues to study medicine at a Massachusetts hospital. West turns on his professor, claiming plagiarism based on the studies of West's previous professor who met a grisly end at the beginning of the movie. Meanwhile, there is Dan Cain (Bruce Abbott), another medical student who is seeing the university dean's daughter (Barbara Crampton, who gives the only animated performance in the movie). Cain allows West to rent a room at his small house. West, though, has a medical breakthrough he wishes to continue to pursue - the reanimation of dead tissue. First, it is Cain's cat who becomes a rather evil feline after reanimation (the poor thing allegedly had its head stuck in a jar and died) and both Cain and West try to catch it and kill it. The scene itself runs on and on to the point of tedium, with West reanimating the cat twice! Needless to say, West's next guinea pig for reanimation are the corpses at the morgue. How does he do it? There is some neon green substance that needs to be injected at the brain stem and within minutes, it will be alive.  

Another example of scenes running on too long includes Dan as he wheels one corpse to the morgue towards the beginning of the film, and the moment runs on forever. Tightness in pacing and editing are sorely needed for this train wreck of a ghastly horror flick but that might not have been enough. I hardly elicited much interest in the characters and that includes the iconic Jeffrey Combs, who is good at playing a maniac but that is it - he's never quite present as a real character and has too few comic lines. Bruce Abbott is practically a robot in this movie, and acts no differently after having his noggin thrust against the wall. 

There are bloody entrails and severed heads that talk (when the severed head starts licking the naked Crampton's nether regions who is strapped to a table, well, just don't say I didn't warn you), but most of "Re-Animator" bored me to my skull. Or maybe I needed some of that neon green substance to reanimate my interest.