Review: Scream VI

Nostalgia can be a real killer. Making a franchise - and as we're informed during the latest of the Scream series' trademark "this is what kind of movie we're in" scenes, Scream is now most definitely a franchise - requires walking a fine line between naked fan service and injecting just enough new material to make a new installment feel like something more than just a blunt cash grab. Well, unless you really are watching these movies just for the kills, in which case the Terrifier series would like a word.

This time the location has shifted to New York - well, mostly a smallish number of interiors we're told are located in New York: nobody's getting stabbed at the Statue of Liberty here. More importantly, the song remains the same, as after the usual opening kill (delivered with an unusual twist) we learn that there is yet another Ghostface killer(s) on the loose looking to rack up a body count while keeping the audience guessing as to their real identity.

Nostalgia demands the return of series Gale Weathers (Courtney Cox) - a pay dispute having nixed the comeback of Sidney (Neve Campbell) who is mentioned but not really missed here - and the surprise reveal of Kirby Reed (Hayden Panettiere), who clearly was not as dead as she seemed at the end of Scream 4. 

But the main focus is on the new cast introduced in last year's installment: Sam Carpenter (Melissa Barrere), daughter of OG killer Billy Loomis (Skeet Urlich), her half sister Tara (Jenna Ortega), possible love interest Chad (Mason Gooding) and sassy movie expert Mindy (Jasmin Savoy Brown). 

There are also a number of new characters slightly more likely to be the real killer(s), especially once Mindy gives the talk about how they're now in "a franchise" and all bets are off as to who lives and who dies (it'd be great to see one of these films where the speech lets us know that a bunch of characters are 100% safe).

Directors Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillet (working from a script by James Vanderbilt and Guy Busick) don't quite have the flair of Scream creator Wes Craven. Some of the series' slasher traditions - Ghostface might be a bit clumsy, but they get the job done - feel too familiar to add much in the way of tension. Still, there's enough randomness and ruthlessness to Ghostface's attacks to keep the suspense building.

Much of the work in the middle of the film involves trying to make it seem like yes, anything really could happen: the fact that largely it doesn't is only a problem if you're not thinking ahead to Scream VII.  Fortunately the kills themselves - especially a grocery store shoot-out and one involving a ladder strung between two high-up windows - provide some fresh angles on a format that needs them.

Add in a solid whodunnit element that skillfully keeps Ghostface's identity multiple choice, and the result  feels fresher than you'd expect a sixth film to be, with just enough brutality to the murders to keep things on edge (though exactly how many stabs it takes to kill someone does seem to be pretty variable). Fans of extremely lengthy bad guy monologues that explain exactly how and why their overly complicated murder plot was necessary will also not leave empty-handed.

If there's a weak link here it's the Carpenter sisters, who still feel a little blurry as characters. The series has always had multiple protagonists, but there's not enough friction between these two (especially once the killings begin) to make two fairly similar characters seem essential. 

Then again, this is a film where anyone can die and anyone could be the killer: if they're going to keep the franchise going, they may find themselves in need of a spare.

- Anthony Morris

Review: Creed III

Like a lot of film genres, boxing movies are predictable, and their predictability is a big part of their pleasure. We know going in there's going to be a final fight, and the hero is going to go into that fight as the underdog. That's a story that's easy to tell when a fighter is starting out, or when they're well past their peak. But Creed III starts with Adonis Creed (Michael B Jordan, who also directs) retiring at the height of his powers. What could possibly bring him so low?

Enter Damien "Dame" Anderson (Jonathan Majors), who was a promising Golden Globes boxer and Creed's big brother in all but blood growing up. Fresh out of jail for a crime he... okay, he did commit, but it was hardly a crime (and Creed deserves a slice of the blame), he shows up not long after Creed's hung up his gloves, looking for - well, it's hard to be sure exactly what at first, but whatever it is, he's not waiting around.

Creed is initially wary of his former friend, sensing that prison may have changed him in ways he can't easily fix. But how can Creed deny a friend who has nothing when he has everything - including wife Bianca (Tessa Thompson), deaf daughter Amara (Mila Davis-Kent), and his tough love mother (Phylicia Rashad) just recovering from a stroke (uh oh).

Dame's pain is real, and the film works hard to keep him from being a simplistic villain, even when he reveals just how far he's willing to go to get a title shot against Creed's protege Felix (Jose Benavidez). Majors gives a great performance as a man empty inside, still driven by dreams he had twenty years ago coupled with anger towards the man he feels stole "his" life - not that he would have any idea what to do with it if he took it back.

(meanwhile, it's easy to forget that being defeated in this series doesn't equal death - thankfully the return of Viktor Drago (Florian Munteanu) doesn't quite segue into the kind of "enemies into family" move the Fast & Furious movies specialise in)

With Rocky finally banished from this spin-off (his name is mentioned exactly once), Creed is fully his own man. Legacy is always going to be a factor here - the question this time is, what kind of lessons are he teaching his daughter? Jordan spends much of the film playing Creed as often unsure of himself outside the ring, worried that he might be a man who tries to solve everything with his fists.

Which of course he does! This is a boxing movie after all, and Jordan (as director) brings plenty of style and flair to the fights, giving a fresh spin on the kind of pummelings the genre demands. He's not bad when it comes to selling the story's subtler emotions too, and if the final act occasionally feels a little rushed, well, we all know where we're going so why delay the pleasures of twin training montages?

When it comes to delivering genre thrills, Creed III really knows the ropes, powered by a pair of knockout performances that pack the kind of punch that'll leave you flat on the canvas. Sometimes these reviews just write themselves.

- Anthony Morris

Review: Cocaine Bear

When a whole bunch of cocaine falls out of a plane and into a forest, only one animal has the guts to investigate: Cocaine Bear. Don't worry, she's actually called "Cocaine Bear" more than once, just in case you forgot what movie you were watching. 

Anyway, Cocaine Bear eats a bunch of cocaine and gets high as balls just in time for a variety of chumps to wander into the park. Turns out it isn't just weed that gives you the munchies.

Cocaine Bear is the kind of movie where the title is the joke, and whatever you're imagining as the punchline to that joke is probably better than what director Elizabeth Banks and her team put on the screen. Which isn't to say this is a dud: for one thing, it only goes 90 minutes. For another, it's surprisingly gory. For a third... cocaine?

Hollywood has loved movies about rampaging apex predators since, oh, lets say King Kong, though Jaws is probably the more relevant example here. As this is meant to be a "real" movie and not, say, Sharkansas (in which women prisoners are sent out to work in a swamp full of great white sharks), it is not just a collection of scenes in which a crazed bear eats people. This is cinema's loss, especially as every single scene that doesn't involve Cocaine Bear eating people is completely forgettable.

(this is based on "true events", in that a drug smuggler really did dump a bunch of cocaine out of a plane, and a bear did eat a - very small - amount of it. That's it for reality and this film)

It's not that the choice to tell a fairly grounded story about a bear high on cocaine in 1985, the last year when cocaine was a problem in America, was a mistake; this wants to mine the ludicrous nature of the scenario for black comedy, not go all out for exploitation thrills. So Cocaine Bear doesn't do impossible things like snort lines of Columbia's finest, though licking it off a severed leg is fine.

Likewise, a final act swerve into making Cocaine Bear a force for, well, not exactly good, but for only eating specific irredeemable bad guys (after spending much of the movie chomping random hippies and greenies) doesn't completely derail the movie. By this stage we've become attached to the few remaining humans, so focusing on only chomping scum is as good a choice as any.

But where this fails down is that, for a movie about a bear high on cocaine, this just isn't anywhere near as fun as it should be. For example, there are kids in this movie! Kids don't get eaten in Hollywood movies - why are there any people in this movie who are not in constant danger of being eaten? Especially when the only mildly transgressive thing they do - look, the forest is full of cocaine, you figure it out - results in no effects for good or ill?

And while the choice to keep events plausible is a reasonable one, it's definitely not the most exciting one. Why wasn't this a movie where a bunch of drug dealers basically attack a forest to get their drugs back and Cocaine Bear - still high on cocaine, gotta stay true to the franchise - gets gory revenge by brutally gnawing on a range of dirtbags who totally deserve it?

But back to reviewing the movie that exists, where we get a collection of mildly pissed-off characters mostly too boring to mention, played by a number of actors who all deserve better (including Ray Liotta, in what is probably his final on-screen appearance). None of them are given much to work with, in a way that would usually suggest a lot of scenes left on the cutting room floor but here is more likely just thin writing.

Often this feels like an attempt at a bargain basement Coen Brothers film, with a bunch of quirky morally ambivalent characters in over their head (before their heads get torn off). But the dialogue isn't that snappy, the running gags aren't all that funny, and when your movie promises a bear high on cocaine then trying to make a character-based crime comedy is occasionally frustrating. Get back to the bear! 

Then again, no other movie this year promises - then delivers - a bear going nuts while high on cocaine. When you've only got 90 minutes to fill, that's probably enough.

 

- Anthony Morris

Review: Knock at the Cabin

M Night Shyamalan is known for making movies with a twist. But sometimes the twist is that there is no twist: what you see is what you get. Knock at the Cabin (based on a novel by Paul G Tremblay) is one of his films where he plays it straight. The idea may be bizarre, but the rug on the cabin floor remains firmly unpulled.

Eric (Jonathan Groff) and Andrew (Ben Aldridge), together with their almost eight year-old daughter Wen (Kristen Wui) are enjoying a getaway at a scenic cabin in the woods when four strangers (David Bautista, Nikki Amuka-Bird, Abby Quinn and Rupert Grint) turn up and demand to be let in. 

They're carrying weird weapons, seem kind of freaked out (aside from Bautista's soft-spoken Leonard) and don't seem willing to clearly articulate what they want beyond ominous suggestions that some tough decisions will have to be made. Those inside the cabin don't want to let them in. Those outside the cabin won't take no for an answer.

Actually, later on they will, because their goal is nothing less than saving the world from the apocalypse - but to do that, the family inside the house will be asked a number of times to make a choice. Either they sacrifice one of their own, or the whole world dies and they get to live alone in the ashes. Each time they say no, the quartet (and the world) will have to pay a price.

This should be a gripping dilemma, part Biblical, part conspiracy nightmare. At times it almost gets there, but the word to stress is "almost". For one, dramatically it doesn't quite hang together: while the end of the world is in theory as big as stakes get, in this movie "the world" is the seven people in the cabin. We see news footage of the outside world, but there's no personal connection to it - or at least, not one we can trust. 

That's largely intentional. We don't know if the quartet's talk of normal lives and families is real, or they're deranged cult members (either way, their end game is extremely self-destructive). But it means the stakes are entirely abstract. It's a mind game, a "what would you do" dilemma for the audience, a film straining to make the kind of conversation starter people drop into conversations at parties seem profound.

The quartet also make it clear that the family's choice has to be their own. They're not going to force them, and they can't kill them - they have to pick and choose the victim themselves. So we know how this is going to progress: at first the family are going to say no because the quartet are clearly crazy, and then the evidence that they're not is going to mount up. 

There's still some tension here, thanks largely to the performances. But outside of a few tight action sequences it's not a lot of tension, because if the four intruders are crazy and the world is safe, then there's no story once they reveal they're not going to kill the family. And if the world isn't safe? Oh wait, we're never given any reason to care about "the world" in the movie. In fact, it'd be a better ending if they did choose to end the world, because at least then we'd get to see some cool devastation.

Shyamalan's movies are traditionally largely plot and concept driven; characters are chess pieces moved around to achieve the desired effect. Here that's actually part of the story, which is a nice twist (aha!), and the increasingly pained performances from the quartet are one of the elements that does work well. The dads, not so much, but that's mostly because their role is to frustrate us: if they say yes right away then there's no story, but while they're saying no they're just dragging things out.

At just over 90 minutes and with the action almost entirely confined to the cabin, this is about as small scale as apocalypses get. It's a fun concept, but Shyamalan usually keeps his humor to a minimum (his cameos at least are always a delight). The result is a silly movie that takes itself a little too seriously, driven by the idea that we'll want the characters to do the right thing rather than the entertaining thing. 

How's that worked out for humanity so far?

- Anthony Morris

Review: Tar

Much of the commentary around Tar has made mention of the way it "starts slow" or "puts all the boring stuff up the front", and while that's not strictly incorrect - "boring" is subjective after all - it does suggest a fairly restricted view of big screen storytelling.

Tar begins (after presenting audiences with the credits usually reserved for a film's end) with a handful of lengthy scenes, mostly notably top-of-her-world conductor Lydia Tar (Cate Blanchett) being interviewed on stage for ten minutes or so. Putting aside the fact that these scenes establish much about the film's central character and subject, they are - to be fair - basically just people talking about things we're yet to know whether we need to know.

It turns out we do; this isn't a film that wastes our time. But even at that initial moment those scenes are interesting viewed purely as exposition. That's a term that gets a bad rap these days ("show don't tell"), but when you're already asking people to sit around for two and a half hours the idea of "showing" the entire world of high-end orchestra conducting seems a stretch. Tar shows us plenty; it tells us more.

And these scenes are deeply interesting in their own right. They're as much world-building as any science fiction epic or horror movie based around a convoluted mythology; a look behind the curtain at a hidden world that (rarely) intersects with our own. 

It's backstage gossip; it's a skilled professional explaining how they see their art; it's the inner workings of an organisation and community that clearly wields great (cultural) power. Why would anyone think these things are boring, just because we're learning about them by eavesdropping on two people at lunch?

Part of the reason for the critical acclaim Tar has (rightfully) received despite the "slow start" comes from the later realisation that all this world building is essential: Tar's world needs to be built up before it can come crumbling down. And as the film progresses, it moves closer to a more traditional mode of storytelling. Things happen, Tar reacts to those things, the story begins to take on a clear shape and move forward in more obvious ways.

But it's those early scenes, those weighty infodumps, that make Tar something more. A lesser film would just throw around some jargon, drop some names and move on, assuming the audience would fill in the gaps; a bad film wouldn't bother at all, or have extras mutter "that's Tar, the genius conductor" as she walked into a party.

Instead, Tar throws the audience in at the deep end of Tar's world. There's no scene that rings false, that doesn't provide essential character insights or set up personal interactions that will pay off later. Those initial lengthy, verbose scenes create in front of us a world she controls through a narrative she creates. 

Explaining, dismissing, ordering, are all central to who she is. She talks (at length), others listen. When the world changes around her (because of a refusal to communicate; it's when she doesn't want to talk to someone that her world crumbles), the film's silences lengthen. She loses control, scenes become short: people start to tell her what's going to happen next.

As a conductor, she's a performer who works through others. Her job is to tell her orchestra what she wants, so they can then show the results to the audience. It's obvious to say, but when she's being interviewed on stage, or having business lunches with co-workers, or giving orders to her assistant, it's as much a performance designed to create an effect as when she takes the podium. 

There's a reason why how you behave in public is known as "conducting yourself".

- Anthony Morris

Review: M3gan

Once upon a time, evil dolls and killer kids were two separate segments of the horror market. But automation comes for us all in the end: now M3gan features all the creepiness of a demonically possessed doll combined with the mobility and outdoor murdering of a demented stabby child. It doesn't really matter that the horror side of things is a little by the numbers - it's the concept that's the real killer here.

When her parents die in a car crash, eight year-old Cady (Violet McGraw) is sent to live with her aunt Gemma (Allison Williams), a robotics expert who loves toys but has zero interest in children. Cady's emotional collapse has an upside when Gemma realises her pet project - a Model 3 Generative Android, AKA life sized robot child M3gan - would make for an ideal distraction for a grieving child.

It's not quite as cold-blooded as all that, but the way Gemma decides the sales pitch for her ludicrous yet somehow plausible toy is that it will take on all the boring parts of child-rearing for disinterested parents is one of the many sharp touches this slyly satirical film from New Zealand director Gerard Johnstone has to offer. 

(you know what you're in for when a skinless M3gan is introduced being trained to visually track a pen in a homage to an identical moment in Robocop. Ruthless corporations and robots always equal a decent body count, and this has the hilariously glossy fake commercials to prove it)

As with all quality evil AI stories, the humans are the real bad guys, and Williams gives a perfect performance as the kind of emotionally absent tech nerd that's been steering our society for years. It's not exactly subversive to say that connecting with others on an emotional level is what separates us from the killbots, but Williams' journey from "what am I supposed to do with this?" to actually treating Cady as a human with real needs remains solidly satisfying.

Otherwise, things escalate in the usual fashion - oh no, the neighbour has an annoying dog - as M3gan takes her prime directive to protect Cady to increasingly aggressive heights. While recent pint-sized murder film Orphan: First Kill came from a franchise built around surprises and shock twists, M3gan's big sales hook is that it gives audiences exactly what they expect and then milks its predictability for laughs (Ronnie Chieng as Gemma's boss is the MVP here).

Likewise, this isn't interested in exploring, let alone explaining, how a child-friendly AI turns into a murder machine that's eventually killing people for the fun of it. That side of things isn't the point: we all know how this story goes, and the instantly meme-able M3gan is programmed to give us exactly what we came for - sassy one-liners, smooth dance moves, and a murderous rampage most of the cast don't believe is happening until its too late.

As a slasher film, this is barely interested in ticking the boxes. Most of M3gan's victims are cliches that deserve it, and most of the kills are pretty much bloodless. It's Gemma's exploitation of Cady's grief, and M3gan's inhumanly perfect compassion and concern (at least before she flips her own switch to killer bitch), that are the real horrors here. 

It comes as a relief rather than a shock when she finally turns lethal; having her in every toy shop for Christmas would be the real nightmare.

- Anthony Morris

Best and Worst Films of 2022

This was the year where I stopped going to see pretty much everything that was on in cinemas. There were a number of overlapping reasons for this, but let's be honest: the main reason is that film reviewing no longer exists as a job. 

Well, as a paid job at least.  Much as I like being someone broadly across everything in cinemas - and I still went to a lot of movies in the cinema this year - this was the year when the financial side of things stopped adding up, even when the actual screening itself was free.

(I live roughly 60-90 minutes travel time from where most free screenings are being held. When they're held during an evening - which almost all major mainstream releases are now; the days of daytime critic screenings are over - there's no public transport for at least one of the three legs of my journey. In which case the taxi fare alone is roughly what it costs to purchase an in-season movie ticket)

That means this years best and worst list is based on a slightly smaller base than usual. Triangle of Sadness and Aftersun are two films I was hoping to have seen by now; After Yang has been around for so long I have nobody to blame there but myself. As for 2023, Tar looks good, as does that Jason Statham spy movie with the overly long title - not a problem anyone will be having with Gerard Butler's upcoming Plane.

On the upside, the world of streaming has made a lot of films available that we'd be lucky to find otherwise in Australia: your views on Accident Man: Hitman's Holiday may diverge from mine, but having it as a viewing option is most definitely a good thing. 

It's also often the only way to see any Australian films that aren't extremely arthouse or aimed at ladies who lunch, even if that just leaves you watching Russell Crowe's Poker Face.

So here's my list of the good, the bad, and the better than average. I've limited this to films that were released / made generally available in Australia in 2022, mostly to prevent this from just being a list of Italian crime movies from the 1970s. Though if you like that kind of thing, 70s Australian heist movie Money Movers finally made it to blu-ray this year and is well worth a look. Enough!

A top ten, in no particular order

*The Banshees of Inisherin

*The Retaliators

*Athena

*Barbarian

*Carter

*Nope

*Confess Fletch

*A Violent Man

*The Batman

*The Drover's Wife

Worth a mention:

*Belle

*Orphan: First Kill

*Accident Man: Hitman's Holiday

*Top Gun: Maverick

*Emily the Criminal

*Kimi

*Avatar: The Way of Water

*The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

*Beavis and Butt-Head do the Universe

*Loveland

 

Perhaps avoid:

*Wog Boys Forever

*Elvis

*Wyrmwood: Apocalypse

*Clerks 3

*Day Shift

*Ghostbusters: Afterlife

*Moonfall

*Fantastic Beasts: The Boredom of Dumbledore

*Ticket to Paradise

*Don't Worry Darling

 

- Anthony Morris