Murder Party Review (Film, 2007)

I'm all for a low-concept horror film. Sure, a high concept horror film, one with a simple idea that is easy to market and produce, is more likely to be polished and clear in its purpose, but a nice broad-reaching, low-concept, throw everything out there and see what sticks horror film can be an experience. I applaud the ambition even if the execution winds up being far more than, say, a first time writer/director could really handle.

Writer/director Jeremy Saulnier is now best known for Green Room, his masterful horror film about a punk band fighting for their lives after witnessing a brutal crime at a night club filled with neo-Nazis. The film is full of fascinating themes and diversions into discussions of passing privilege, justice, and family. It's also absurdly violent and filled with action set pieces that are only as believable as they are because of the perfect pairing of casting and concept.

Saving Bansky (Film, 2017)

Saving Banksy is a documentary about the value and purpose of street art/graffiti in modern society. Yes, the documentary deals with Banksy's work, but the actual scope goes far beyond the specifics of one artist. It's largely a discussion about context, artist's intent, ownership in public spaces, and the gatekeepers of what is or isn't worth being preserved in art. 

The narrative of the documentary is straight forward but not simple. In 2010, Bansky, the secretive graffiti artist known for his political and satirical work in public places, produced six pieces in San Francisco. San Francisco had laws in place that would fine building owners who did not remove graffiti from their walls in 30 days. Five of the pieces were destroyed within days of being put up--other graffiti artists tagged the pieces or the building owners cleaned off or painted over the work.

The Happytime Murders Review (Film, 2018)

A pretty common flaw in edgy adult humor films is equating shock value--unexpectedly sexual moments, gore, drug abuse, violence, etc.--with mature humor. These gross out moments do not automatically something funny or edgy. They often just distract from the rest of the film.

The Happytime Murders, conceptually, derives most of its humor from this kind of situation. The comedy is look at puppets do drugs, solicit sex, or get brutally murdered. There's not much depth beyond that in the humor. It's the major flaw of the film and, frankly, enough to not recommend watching the film.

Afflicted Review (TV Series, 2018)

When I had cable, I made a bad habit out of binge watching medical realty shows on TLC and Discovery. I really could not get enough of shows about mystery illnesses, extreme surgeries, and rare conditions. The shows were utter trash--poorly edited, melodramatic for no reason, and filled with a false sense of artificial hope. Does it really matter if the subject revealed to be dead by the end of the special one time got dropped off in the shallow end of a pool and rolled around for bit? Not to be insensitive, but I'm not the one who decided to counteract 50 minutes of misery--hospital visits, medicinal montages, recollections of the worst moments in their lives, high risk surgery, blatant inaccessibility and suffering out in public--with a trip to the community center for poorly staged celebration of little triumphs.

The shows did at least attempt to impart medical knowledge in this package. The editing style was to create an entertaining or engaging show. You learned a little bit about their lives--hobbies, friends, lovers, families--but also learned about the history of the conditions, treatments, and state of research. The melodramatic scoring and forced personal triumph narrative were necessary evils to get nationwide exposure to these people and their medical conditions. The participants obviously agreed to be filmed, but I don't think they agreed to be treated like a modern day freak show. 

Afflicted is a documentary-style reality TV series on Netflix about people living with chronic illnesses. You can probably tell where I sit on the series by that introduction. It's terrible.

Dead Ringers Review (Film, 1988)

David Cronenberg somehow finds a way to turn any film into a body horror film. It doesn't matter what the actual plot is, or the genre, or the overall tone of the film. At some point, there will be a shift to incredibly visceral horror, if only for a moment, to comment on the characters' relationships with themselves, their bodies, and their sense of humanity.

Dead Ringers is not really a horror film. It's a dark psychological drama that descends into utter chaos in its final few moments. Even that's not a particularly fair assessment. The chaos is always there--the characters just hold it together for a really long time.