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Movie Review: Sinister

August 5, 2015 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

With the talent behind Sinister, you would think it might be a decent horror film.  Ethan Hawke’s a talented actor, and both Vincent D’Onofrio and Fred Thompson make appearances.  Writer/Director Scott Derrickson‘s done good work on past projects.  This should have been good.

It wasn’t.

The lack of an actual antagonist that the protagonist could go up against was a major factor in what went wrong with this movie.  Was the antagonist Mr. Boogie?  The snuff films?  The ghost children?  There was no way to tell, because none of them actually did anything.  Up until the very end, the protagonist was his own enemy: moving his family to a house where murders occurred and not telling his wife about the house’s history, his drinking, his hiding of the snuff films rather than contacting the police, his ego.  He was both the bad guy and not the bad guy, and the movie suffered from this muddling of a crucial, fundamental story element.

Deputy So-and-So was extremely funny, too much so.  His lines and delivery were too clever, and I found myself hoping to see more of him than anyone else.  That’s not good in a horror film that isn’t intended to be comedy.

Fred Thompson and Vincent D’Onofrio were great, the way they always are, but criminally underused.  It’s possible that the budget only permitted short scenes with them, which is a terrible shame.  Why have them at all if you’re not going to let them steal the show?

The kid with the night terrors added very little to story or scares.  As a red herring, he was kind of a waste of time.  Too old to feel bad for (except at the very end) and too young to affect the film’s outcome, he should’ve been edited out.

Mrs. Protagonist told the protagonist that she didn’t want things to “go sour” this time like they did when he was working on a previous book, but we don’t know what the protagonist did back then to make the conflict meaningful.  Did he go on all-night drinking binges?  Hit the kids?  Throw sauerkraut around the house?  Who knows?  We know he isn’t hallucinating due to alcohol consumption because we were seeing the ghosts, too.

The method of Mr. Boogie’s murders was pretty disturbing, but without some really graphic, horrific violence on screen, they wound up as tame events projected onto a bed sheet.

Your time is better spent watching something else for 110 minutes.  Two stars out of five.

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God’s Not Dead: You Deserve Better

May 4, 2015 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

We need to talk about God’s Not Dead.  It’s available on Netflix streaming.

Horror fans are a lot like Christian fiction fans: there are so many truly terrible horror movies out there that when one comes out that’s even half-good, it gets lauded by fans of the genre as a masterful piece of filmmaking and praised way beyond its quality.  Horror and Christian films are difficult genres to get right, but when they’re done properly, they can be extraordinary.

God’s Not Dead was not done properly.  It’s a terrible movie.  I can’t believe that anyone who liked it can say how great it was without including some pretty massive caveats.  You shouldn’t do that.  Don’t make excuses for bad art.  Despite how bad it is, it made, according to IMDB, a staggering $60,753,735.  That’s a lot of money for such a bad film.

I understand that the film’s intent is not to convert the non-believer, but to preach to the converted.  That’s perfectly fine.  As a Jew, I’m not the intended audience.  Nevertheless, I came in wanting to like the movie, not to poke holes in it or express derision for its explicitly religious themes.  I like Christian fiction, even though I belong to a different faith.

The most glaring problem with the movie was its utter lack of subtlety in every aspect.  None of the characters had any depth to speak of, and none of the situations portrayed were at all believable.  Our willing suspension of disbelief works for horror movies and superhero flicks because we go to the theater expecting unbelievable things.  God’s Not Dead isn’t a science fiction movie: it’s a film about Christian apologetics, and requires a certain amount of realism to successfully carry its theme.  The film was entirely unrealistic because almost every single character in it was a caricature, not an actual person.  This is extremely problematic in a character-driven story like God’s Not Dead.

Radisson, the antagonist, was awful in every particular you can imagine: he belittles his girlfriend in public and in private, insults anyone who disagrees with him, and even threatens the protagonist Josh with flunking out of school.  He’s not just an atheist, but an anti-theist.  He literally hates God.  Why?  Because his religious mother died of cancer when Radisson was twelve.  It’s a popular belief that under the skin of every atheist is a living, breathing Christian once tragically disappointed by the apparent capriciousness of God. But there’s no difference between that belief and the thinking that people who dislike homosexual behavior do so because they are themselves gay and fight against their hated urges through gay-bashing.  Neither of these beliefs is accurate.  They’re childish.  Some people just don’t believe in God.  Radisson’s deathbed conversion (well, deathstreet conversion) was not just unsubtle, but insulting.  None of Josh’s arguments were persuasive enough to plant even the smallest seed of doubt in Radisson’s mind.  It simply took the fear of an eternity in Hell to get him to accept Jesus Christ. Doesn’t that undercut the entire intellectual basis for becoming a Christian?  The screenwriters had the nerve to use this quote from C.S. Lewis: “Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief,” but entirely forgot Lewis’s own conversion to Christianity: “When we set out I did not believe that Jesus is the Son of God and when we reached the zoo I did.”  Sometimes, even a lot of times, that’s what it takes: careful consideration over time.  Subtle changes leading to acceptance.  It shouldn’t take hitting people with cars to get them to see your point of view.

Amy Ryan’s story was a carbon copy of Radisson’s in theme if not circumstance.  She begins as a ludicrous caricature of a leftist journalist, asking questions no real reporter ever asks (even on MSNBC), and finally begins to see the light of Christ when she’s diagnosed with terminal cancer. We can only sympathize with her because she’s going to die of cancer, not because she’s nice or displays admirable qualities of any kind.  Also, the Duck Dynasty stars’ cameos were, let’s face it, included to add dubious (and now waning) star power, not because they added value to the plot or characterization.  Christian apologetics, as a philosophy, is deeper than the “no atheists in foxholes” argument, but we get little else in its practical application in Amy and Radisson’s stories.

Marc the businessman was laughably evil: he broke up with Amy because she had cancer, and was later called the Devil by his own ailing mother.  Josh’s girlfriend Kara was the typical unsupportive, controlling female Josh had to get rid of to complete his task (the actress’s performance of her was horribly wooden).  Ayisha the Muslim got thrown out of the house because she just couldn’t conceal her love of Jesus from her mute younger brother, but without buildup or conclusion, her story seemed out of place, unfinished.  Reverend Dave’s story was kind of nice, if clumsily written.

For the most part, the performances were fine.  Kevin Sorbo was the stand-out, obviously relishing his role as antagonist.  Shane Harper did okay, though his face could only make three expressions throughout the film.  They didn’t give Dean Cain very much to do.  I’d last seen David A.R. White in Six: The Mark Unleashed, so it was nice to see him in this role.  Benjamin Oyango had the best lines, and did the best with them (the accent helped).

Obviously, if all you want to do is reinforce faith, then you don’t have to work as hard as you would to convert a non-believer.  But don’t you deserve better than this ham-handed effort?  It could more easily have been made into a blog post pointing to great Christian philosophers like Blaise Pascal, C.S. Lewis, and William Lane Craig.  Heck, Dinesh D’Souza made a documentary called America.  Why not a well-produced documentary on Christian apologetics?  You don’t need Duck Dynasty for that.

If you saw it and liked it, great.  You deserve better, though.  You deserve something with depth.  Don’t subsidize bad movies because there’s nothing else out there.  Demand quality.

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Movie Review: The Babadook

April 29, 2015 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I’d read nothing but good things about The Babadook, so when it became available for Netflix streaming, I couldn’t wait to see it.  It had been hyped as a terrifying, low-budget horror story that apparently scared the hell out of William Friedkin, director of The Exorcist, so it had to be awesome.

It wasn’t awesome.  But it was really good.

This review will contain spoilers, so if you haven’t seen it yet, go see it before reading.

  • slasreveR eloR: A great strength of the film is that you weren’t ever sure who the true antagonist was until the end.  Samuel started out as the obvious antagonist, and everything Amelia did made her the victim of his mood swings until she wasn’t anymore.  Over the course of the film, her anguish made her the actor instead of the acted-upon.  It was only at the climax, when the Babadook manifested itself as an external expression of Amelia’s grief, that the antagonist could be defeated.
  • Samuel: Some of the earlier scares surrounding Samuel were blunted somewhat by his general unlikability.  The actor did an extraordinary job of portraying a disturbed child, a performance made even stronger by the film’s ending, when you finally begin to sympathize with him.  At the beginning of the film’s final act, when you weren’t sure if there actually was a Babadook or not, Samuel transformed effortlessly into the hero.
  • Amelia: One of the film’s more effective subtleties was that Amelia didn’t have an obvious mental condition to blame for the Babadook’s presence.  She was grieving and at loose ends with a difficult child, but who could blame her?  There was no one triggering event that manifested the Babadook; it just sat within her until it was time to come out.  Don’t forget, though, that she wrote The Babadook book, and even added pages to it until she cooked it on the grill.  Despite everything, she was (and probably still is) mentally ill.
  • F/X: The Babadook has been labeled a low-budget movie, but it didn’t look that way.  There was no CGI and very few actual sightings of the eponymous monster, which worked very well.  The filmmakers did a great job with the budget they had, and there was little reason for the audience to walk away from the film unsatisfied.
  • Whither the Babadook?: Samuel’s gadgets at the end seemed a little reminiscent of Home Alone, but they worked well enough to exorcise the Babadook from Amelia.  Allegorically speaking, I think that the film is telling us to try to make peace with our demons, but it’s a bit muddled.  If you can’t keep the Babadook down, how long will it stay in the basement, eating worms?  Can Amelia write a new ending for it, finally banishing the monster forever?

A bit long, a bit thematically muddled, but definitely worth watching.  Four out of five stars.

(I’m also looking forward to the sequels: The Baba Ghanoush, about an Arab family dealing with a childhood monster, The Gabagool, about possessed Italian cold cuts, and Baba Black Sheep Squadron, about WWII U.S. Marine pilots fighting off a clawed black monster.)

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"It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church." --Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

"Squop chicken? I never get enough to eat when I eat squop chicken. I told you that when we sat down. You gotta give me that. I told you when we sat down, I said frankly I said this is not my idea of a meal, squop chicken. I'm a big eater." --John O'Hara, BUtterfield 8

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Me: What did you write?
8yo: I asked if he has any friends.
Me: What if he says it's none of your business?
8yo: *eyes grow dark and glittering* Then I'll...touch him.
Me: Ah. Mutually assured destruction, then.

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8yo: I believe him.
~fin~

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