Showing posts with label 2008. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2008. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Wrestler (2008)

3/18/09- Before I say what I had to say below (which I happened to have written a month ago) let me just go on the record in saying that this review is about as experimental as they come (in my world of reviews at least). It wasn't easy comparing a movie to a embrace between two people on common ground (a hug if you will) and to be quite honest with you-- I am not too happy with the review, but I am going to post it anyway. I just don't think I got the message across and I tried to be more "different" or "revolutionary" with my review techniques than reviews the film itself (it is in there somewhere I am sure of it) and I don't think I will try to complicate things like this ever again, but I can say I did have fun doing it and I feel that it is a pretty valid opinion, so read on.


Before I say anything allow me to say this; I liked this movie, I really did. I laughed and cheered and I suppose I felt a little emotional when I was directed to, but this movie, in no way, was mind blowing. Allow me to digress...

Having just finished watching this movie only a few hours ago, I am still in a state of confusion as to why this was such a big film (besides what the media blew it up to be). Sure it was the "come back" of Mickey Rourke and sure Darren Aronofsky did a really good job showing the harsh realities of drugs in Requiem for a Dream, but this movie can be summed up to the equivalence of a "hug" in the world of cinema. Allow me to further digress...

Take into consideration a situation in which you are going to see someone you haven't seen in a long time, you make it to their nice quaint looking flat on the west side of town, you walk up their "3-step stone patio complete with a hand rail" out front and knock on the door. Alright, the initial shock and anxiety everyone feels is over, you hear footsteps approach the solid oak door and you hear the door knob turn and you come face to face with your dear friends from years ago. They allow you to walk in, handshakes of mandatory nature take place, and then your dear friends fiance (who politely waited for the dust to settle) comes and hugs you. Okay, now that I have that whole situation set up, time to show you how this film is just like that, but a little less endearing.

The beginning of the film starts off good enough, much like a hug. There is that initial embrace that brings the two of you (person, film, whatever) together. You are locked in, committed to ride this ride out, and this isn't like hugging your sweaty uncle or anything, this is someone you haven't seen in a long time and neither of you sweat ungodly amounts. The embrace this movie displays is that of "he is human, not some immortal", he looks and sounds old, he is obviously not in the kind of wrestling he used to be in (or maybe he is....it is Jersey after all) and you get to empathize with him. Much like the hug displays that no one is above anyone, you both are just alike, even if it is for a moment.

Step one in the "The Wrestler is a hug" explanation- the initial embrace and showing that both parties are human and all is well.

Alright, so the hug has been committed to, no one smells bad and there is no uncomfortable feelings between anyone, so here come the fluctuations of tight squeezes and back rubbing (in little circles) and there might be a few moments of some teary eyes. To compare this to the film, the scenes of wrestling (and everything that comes before and after) are the best part of the film.
The embrace is still going on strong and now it is time to show how good friends you really are, this isn't hugging some complete stranger mind you. These scenes of wrestling and supermarkets fall in tandem with the scenes at the strip club (Cheeks or something dirty sounding name like that) the "being human and taking account for all of the problems that come with this fact" are still there, and it doesn't feel over done or out of place, everyone loves and respects someone, even if it is strippers and wrestlers.
There is little small talk while the squeezing takes place, y'know, "How are you doing?" and "How is the family?" so on, these questions (in the film) are about family. I know that this is suppose to show just how human these people are, but it just feels out of place and kind of expected and just not done good enough. The cardboard cut out known as Evan Rachel Wood is what I am talking about here people (this woman was horrible).

A shitty family life is automatic tears in some peoples eyes, but this is too much of an obvious step and it isn't even done well.

Spurts of excitement and the random questioning takes place for a moment, there to show a common bond between the two and just because it is common to ask these questions and nothing should be thought of it, much like in the film.

Step two- A few squeezes and back throughout, accompanied by random questions in the ear, some of which might be either answered perfectly or half-assed. There might be some teary eyes. Continue hugging.


Okay, so the hug is still sorta going on, much like this movie is. The embrace felt at the beginning is starting to sputter out and the back rubbing is gone and more of the questions. This is the downfall of the hug, much like our Wrestler here- Randy "The Ram" Robinson ( Robin Ramzinski to those who know, probably only his parents and landlord)- and the realization of the world around him. Let us say that you aren't as well off as your dear friends and these factors come center stage during this point. I am not saying everyone is a washed up wrestler or even an aging stripper, but everyone knows someone better than them.
These moments fluctuate much like the good feeling of the squeezing and rubbing of the second step of a hug. No one likes saying they are unemployed, their family life isn't necessarily the Brady Bunch and that girl you liked and you thought you had a thing for? Gone in a flash. These things will keep getting brought up at this moment, and The Wrestler likes to lay the "person with problems" down thick. This man has nothing to live for but the ring and it takes a few kicks in the balls (the equivalent to awkward questions here people, my logic isn't that hard) for him to realize this, but you still manage to put up with it and play along.

Step three- More questions and more self-realization that your life sucks, a lot.

Did I mention Evan Rachel Wood sucks in this movie? She really does.

Alright, so now that one of two people are uncomfortable, you manage to fall into the world of "small talk", these questions has spawned into full explanations of "why this?" and "how so?", and they aren't really answered the way anyone wants them to be. You should have known this was going to come, you can't be down and out forever and expect no one to ask about it or bring it up constantly, and it does no one any good, but what you take from this is the strength to rise from all of this and stand tall and prove everyone wrong. The two of you go your seperate ways and you sit by yourself and contemplate your life a little bit.

Step four- Break off from it, talk a bit, feel like shit and go on about your business, forever thinking what exactly the other person really feels about you. Hug has ended.


The road to redemption is a long one, and this movie runs out of steam somewhere along the road and ends in a flop of ambiguous emptiness. I hated the ending (not the last scene, but the ending of the last scene) and I really felt it wasn't what anyone would have expected ( I had a far more elaborate ending in my head, but I didn't make the film....) and I feel that if there is one place to really grab the audience it would be this time ( I know what the director was intending, but he failed to capitalize on it or anything in the film really).

Maybe I don't like seeing Mickey lose, maybe I hate Evan Rachel Wood, maybe I like the fact that it pretty much explains that wrestling is all a show (it isn't fake people, it falls into the category of "a play with punches") but hate the fact that humanity had to rear it's ugly head in such a way that I feel it was too fake and too human. It gives off at times a feeling of being a documentary (something I would have liked a lot more) and it would have been a damn good one, but the fact that it is a drama takes away from it a bit (too much drama done in a obvious and unconvincing way) and the fact that most of the dramatic elements were done in a shallow nature don't help it any.

This movie never makes it to redemption, it takes a jump off the top rope, and we are left to wonder if it makes the pin for the win or lands face first on the mat. I suppose this is the route that movie watchers like to take, but I personally am not too fond of an open ended conclusion. It is either one thing or another and to leave it up to the audience is putting too much faith in their ability to come to a justifiable end to it all.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tokyo Gore Police (2008)

(My third attempt in trying to review this movie)


Over the course of my life I have seen many many things, I have seen just about everything happen to a human body and I have sat through countless "gore" films, but I can honestly say nothing, and I mean nothing, is as outrageously violent and over-the-top as Yoshiro Nishimura's Tokyo Gore Police.

This movie succeeds where most uber-violent films fail in that this movie isn't trying to be something it is not. Most "underground" or "gore" films these days are trying to play of glorifying violence as some kind of art form, when really all it is is some fetishistic lust for seeing life destroyed in the most obscene (read: trying way too hard at making it real looking) way possible.

They usually take this rout or the even shittier rout the Saw films have decided to take and that is using violence and death as some sort of tool to teach people just how important life is. Don't get me wrong, it is a noble cause, but I just don't see someone having a giant machine strapped to their head or some elaborate Rube Goldberg-esque monstrosity is the right way to explain the need to sustain life.

Where this film separates itself from the rest of the competition (I use this term very lightly) is that it knows exactly what it is trying to be--fucking batshit insane. This movie does not value life or lessons or even a plot that truly matters, but where it lacks in moral messages it makes up for being the most outlandish use of violence I have ever seen. A woman with acidic breast milk, a man with an elephant size penis cannon, another woman who gets her lower torso shot off and grows some kind of alligator mouth to replace the legs she lost, oh, and a pissing human chair...Seriously, I can't make this shit up.

I am not joking when I tell you some man has a huge cannon in place of his member (which was bitten off by the nipple missing alligator leg woman. Oh yea, she has no nipples, forgot to mention that part) and I know it sounds like something that just couldn't be real, but I assure you, there are these things in this film (take that life lesson!) and it doesn't shy away from showing some blood.

This brings me to my next point. There is more blood in this movie than in any other film ever made. There is more of it in the first four minutes than anywhere else in cinema today. Hell, there is more of it in the wrist cutting scene in the beginning that there is in an actual human body. It is that bloody, and the thing about it is that it isn't trying to be realistic with the bloodshed. It has every single injury shooting out gallons and gallons of the stuff and the director makes it a point to cover the floor (and the screen) as many times as he can.

It really does make my head hurt trying to review this one. It is so far out there that I am afraid if I try to analyze it too much (which no one ever should do) that it might turn some off to seeing it. This movie is something that I highly enjoyed watching. It isn't the greatest film ever, but it sure as hell isn't the worst film I have seen (beats the piss out of most American films of the same genre, and I don't even pay attention to what they shovel out anymore) and I think that is what the director had in mind.

For what it is (just a plain ol' exhibition and glorification of violence) it sure does a good job at keeping the blood flowing and me interested. I like being able to laugh at someone getting their head cut off, not expecting to believe it is real (believe me, it pales in comparison to the real thing).

Alright.....I can't do it anymore, this movie is one even I can't even review without doing it some kind of injustice. You either hate it or love it, there is no middle ground in Tokyo Gore Police. I could go on and tell you the leading lady Eihi Shiina is from Takashi Miike's Audition (another film everyone should see by the way) or that this is a remake of a independent film the director made named Anatomia Extinction.

I could even go on to tell you the actual story that weaves itself in and out of the film--Tokyo is in shambles due to a mad scientist know as "Key Man" who puts keys into people turning them into things called "Engineers" and all hell takes a shit when the bad ass police force gets involved in stopping them and there is a lot of blood and shit you would only see in the notebook of the weird ass kid in the back of the class. Blah blah blah.




Seriously, a woman grows an alligator mouth for legs. If this isn't a sign that this film needs to be watched then I don't know what would suffice as a reason.

How about a picture:







Sure as shit beats the pissing human chair or the snail lady......

Watch it.