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The horror... the horror PDF Print

With my finances looking grim as I approach the end of term, I really could have done without my recent trip to the National Wax Museum in its new home on Foster Place. Better value for money could almost certainly have been obtained by paying €5.20 for an oversized mug of dishwater froth in the Starbucks next door, but I decided to indulge my inner child and re-live the thrills and spills of seeing Mary Robinson, the Pope and Dracula all under one roof. If you have a friend who has been tempted by this unfortunate moneymaking racket, or have endured the experience yourself, then I have no need to elaborate on what a disappointing and genuinely unpleasant experience the Wax Museum proved to be. However, one element of the experience that was horrific for all the right reasons was the Chamber of Horrors. Having also gotten a revamp (no pun intended) since the Wax Museum of old, the new Chamber of Horrors has retained some of the classic figures, with some new creations on offer as well, including a particularly good Frankenstein's monster. The attention to detail was impressive in these displays, and though the Chamber consisted of only two rooms, it made the whole experience much more palatable and, from what I picked up from the other flustered and belligerent people milling around, it was the only reason why most punters would not resort to physically assaulting the cashier who took a large wad of their hard-earned money at the door.

However, despite my otherwise abysmal experience at the Wax Museum (I do wonder if the 'PLUS' of their gimmicky new name refers only to an increase in the number of screaming toddlers attempting to vomit on my shoes), the Chamber of Horrors has stuck in my mind, and it's made me wonder what it is about the creepy, the ghastly and the gory that seems to keep people coming back for more, even though they already know what to expect. The box-office has seen a recent upsurge in the number of sequels, prequels, adaptations and remakes of already-popular horror films over the last few years. In fact, in the last twelve months or so, no less than twenty-eight have appeared in mainstream cinemas, including rehashings of old favourites Friday the 13th, Final Destination and The Grudge. It appears there is something about horror cinema that not only keeps people coming back for more, but, more importantly, keeps people coming back for the same thing.

At the moment, we are wedged between two of the most eagerly anticipated horror remakes of the last five years. Last February saw the release of The Wolfman, a retelling of Waggner's 1941 classic of the same name, starring Benicio del Toro and, unsurprisingly, the much-beloved Anthony Hopkins. The movie has a lot to offer, though it received a lukewarm reception from critics. From his sullen and introspective persona to his already impressively wolfish features, del Toro is well cast in the role of Lawrence Talbot, and the film benefited greatly from impressive computer-generated effects that were simply not possible for the 1941 version. The result was a more convincing and terrifying werewolf, an impressive and fantastically grisly transformation scene, but on the whole, a storyline that is less well executed than its slow-moving but more detailed predecessor. While I would hesitate to choose the recent remake over the original based on overall quality, the modern adaptation was impressive, and The Wolfman proves that, in some cases, there are technological advances that can justify the remake of a classic film, particularly within horror, where skilfully-used special effects can wield incredible results.

However, more exciting even than the release of The Wolfman, at least in my opinion, is the impending release of A Nightmare on Elm Street, which will finally arrive in cinemas on the 30th of April. Though originally planned to be a prequel to the original Wes Craven film, this idea was scrapped in favour of a fairly direct recreation of the 1984 original, though without the esteemed director, and, most unfortunately, without Robert Englund, the man who has played Freddie from the very beginning of the franchise. As the only Krueger that fans have ever known, present through all seven Elm Street films, an entire television series, even persevering with his character through the tragically comical Freddie Vs. Jason, Englund's absence from the remake will deal a blow to its authenticity. However, Englund or not, horror fans will undoubtedly flock to the cinemas for another taste of Freddie, proving that while actors may age and go in and out of fashion, a horror icon like Krueger, who is practically unchanged in the remake, is truly timeless.

Other less timeless but more prolific sequels and remakes are still flooding the cinemas, or in some blessed cases, going directly to DVD. Gore-porn does not look set to go out of fashion any time soon, with Hostel remaining a cult classic amongst teenagers and a certain brand of college student, and yet another Saw film, the seventh in the series, in production as we speak. (A 3D production, no less - perhaps demonstrating that not all technological innovations are worth adopting in the name of improvement.) Fans seem to enjoy making their favourite villain into a kind of on-screen recurring nightmare, and while horror buffs often deride sequels as diluted forms of the 'real thing', they seem unable to resist another encounter with Krueger, Voorhees, Lecter or Myers, if they can get it. Presumably, the idea is that in order to be truly terrifying, a killer can never die, and must keep reappearing in more warped and grotesque forms until the viewing public eventually loses interest. However, is it really in the best interests of the film's reputation to recreate a villain ad nauseam? The question is impossible to answer, as we have yet to see a horror film featuring a killer of any worth that has not been reproduced to death, and judging by the current trends in horror cinema, we are unlikely to see it any time soon. Suffice it to say that if a film is unconcerned with whether it is admired or criticized, as long as it can acquire some column inches, sequels, prequels and remakes are a guaranteed way to keep a movie fresh in the minds of the viewing public and keep them lining up at the cinema. Having managed to survive seven sequels relatively intact, we will soon see if it is indeed possible to improve on the original Freddie Krueger. Call me old-fashioned, but I have my suspicions.

 
Coffee, film, urine, review… PDF Print

Reviewing Films - 2.1

Director - Becky Long

Starring - Robbie Fowler's long lost son…

Running Time - Long enough now

The scent of ground coffee is a wonderfully reliable welcome. Ten minutes earlier I was ordering my own contribution to the 10 o'clock bouquet. Now I'm sitting, waiting and observing as americanos, lattes, mochas and cappuccinos are accompanied through glass doors by Dublin's cast of venerable film critics. Once in, they scatter around wooden tables and chairs. Some share friendly exchanges, some keep themselves to themselves.

This morning's venue is the IFI in Temple Bar. The routine here is much the same as at any other screening venue, the only difference being the film shown. It will most likely be something intended for the 'cultured' eyes of an arthouse audience so, as one might expect, there are a few faces missing. Nobody wants to read about art, they want to read about movies, so these chilled IFI mornings don't see the same coverage that commercially driven pictures might.

Eventually we get the nod from the resident scruffy guy who, if you ever go to the IFI, you'll know as the one who always finds a way to make you feel a little thick when you're at the box office buying a ticket. His gesture means that the film is about to start so up the stairs I go, off to Screen 2 with my fellow pundits of taste. After polite exchanges around seating arrangements and whatever is topical and amusing to the eight or ten middle-aged, middle-class men who collectively are 'the regulars,' our fodder will play.

Two hours later and we're done. Reviewing starts here. Well, it actually starts at a urinal. Pretty glamorous. At any one press screening, at least two thirds of the congregation are male and it is at the urinal trough(s) that the alpha males begin reviewing, albeit through toilet oratory. They'll all end up writing similar things and this ritual urination is the start of that. Sure, they might give a star more here or a popcorn less there but, for the most part, it is all standard fare. I try to shut off, perhaps concentrating on the flow. That may sound weird but, in reality, options are limited, and you must at all costs avoid listening for fear of becoming one of them by sickly osmosis.

I mention these men and their 'skills' for an actual reason, a reason beyond my own jealousy of their positions as full-time 'film journalists.' Writing a review is not necessarily a difficult task, but writing a good review is something that requires a little thought and skill. The implication here is that I'm deeming myself to be a good reviewer. I'm fine with that. I'm also happy to distinguish myself from them. Considered and intelligent analysis is what is the aim, despite what you may think while reading your Sunday papers. For TN2 we have 500 words to judge each film we see so there shouldn't be any excuse not to communicate some real insight into the picture in question. There is nothing wrong with writing with humour, drown it in rubbishy irony that will make the arts block cackle if you wish, but at least do the film the honour of some kind of genuine criticism.

The end product is that your review is in TN2 the next week alongside three others who put in the same graft you did. When you read it back it's always better than you thought it was when you hit "SEND." Becky must have polished it up. So then you do it again, hoping that in the future you'll get to see something truly great, for free, on a Tuesday morning in the IFI. Jackass 3D is out this year and I've got my fingers crossed…

 
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The Fast and the Führer-rious: Hitler on Screen PDF Print

When Steve Jobs unveiled the itampon last week, the collective Internet masses immediately began praising or admonishing it. However through all the applause, analysis and stupid jokes about the gadget’s name, a sole dissenting voice stood out from the others.

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Film Review: The Road PDF Print

The Road 

Director: John Hillcoat

Starring: Viggo Mortensen, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Charlize Theron

Running Time: 111 minutes

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