Showing posts with label jessica madsen. Show all posts
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Sunday, 24 January 2021

Netflix And Chill: Dark Light (2019)

Writer-director Padraig Reynolds has been doing some great work over the past decade or so. You wouldn't necessarily know that from watching Dark Light thought. Not that it's a terrible film. It's just not very good, and it's not as good as his past work.

Jessica Madsen plays Annie Knox, mother to young Emily (Opal Littleton). They move into an old family home, Annie having recently separated from her husband/Emily's father, Paul (Ed Brody). Strange things soon start happening, including noises, standard opening and closing of doors, and some mysterious figures around the property. Annie decides that she must defend her property/loved ones with a shotgun, which makes things look a hell of a lot worse for her when Emily disappears and she is arrested. None of this is a big surprise, the film starts with that big moment.

What you have here is a standard monster movie, and that's about it. It does the minimum required for this kind of thing, and Reynolds is fortunate enough to have at least cast well. Madsen is very good in the main role, a solid mix of nerves and strength. Littleton and Brody are both fine, both portraying people who don't see the full picture building up around them, and Kristina Clifford is an enjoyable presence as Sheriff Dickerson, someone understandably unaffected by the story that Annie tries to tell her about the circumstances around Emily's disappearance. The other prominent character, who appears mainly in the third act, is played by Gerald Tyler. He's the man who seems to know the truth about our world, and the dangers lurking in some of the shadows, and Tyler plays him well enough, despite being hampered by weak writing.

There are so many ways in which Reynolds could have easily improved this. Maybe create some interesting mythos about the creatures being shown onscreen. Maybe make things much more ambiguous for most of the movie. Maybe do a better job of illustrating the bigger picture that is discussed in the third act. Sadly, he does none of these things. He instead settles on making a film that does nothing more than make you think of better films. Signs often springs to mind, as does The Wretched, as well as many others. Okay, this is better than the similar-ish Dark Encounter, but that's a very low bar.

I don't recommend this. It's a weak film without any sense of Reynolds having a clear idea of where he really wants to take the material. Fortunately, the cast and technical side of things help to save it from being a dire viewing experience. It's just a very disappointing one. I hope the next film I see from Reynolds is a return to form.

4/10


Sunday, 7 January 2018

Leatherface (2017)

There are some people that like Leatherface, the . . . . eighth instalment in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise (unless I have miscounted). Some people liked Texas Chainsaw. Some people like iced coffees. And pineapple on pizza. And these are the people that I will sit and silently glare at. Yes, ALL of them.

Once again attempting to show audiences the "birth" of Leatherface, this is arguably the tamest film yet for the franchise. There are a few good gore moments, I won't deny it, but it all lacks a certain edge, instead opting to give us a plot that's typical "criminals on the loose" fare, with the addition of an attempted rug pull so entirely predictable that it wouldn't even fool either of my two cats, even if they were watching the film while catnipped out of their tiny cat minds.

Most of the cast do a decent job, despite having such weak material to work with. The youngsters include Sam Strike, Vanessa Grasse, Sam Coleman, James Bloor, and Jessica Madsen. None of them make a very strong impression, but they're only really there so we can find out when the chainsaw was first put to good use. As for the adults, Lili Taylor does the coddling mama act just fine, Stephen Dorff is excellent as an angry lawman who might be confusing revenge with justice, and Finn Jones is present in some scenes.

Written by Seth M. Sherwood, the script is even more forgettable than so many other insipid horror vehicles from recent years. Some very minute characterisations help, and the opening and closing sequences are better than anything we have to muddle through in the middle, but it's certainly not enough to keep you caring, even for what should be quite a perfect runtime.

Sherwood at least has the excuse of inexperience, which cannot be said for the talented co-directors, Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury. Inside and Livid are two of the finest French horror movies from this first part of the 21st century. How the two decided that this project would be a good use of their time and energy is beyond me. It isn't, and their considerable talents are hidden so deep here as to be practically invisible.

Completists will watch this film. Fans who believe that "the saw is family" will watch this film. Undemanding horror fans will watch this film. But I suspect it is only the last group that will end up enjoying it. It's a below average film, hence my rating (as generous as it is), but it's a TERRIBLE Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.

4/10

Buy Leatherface here, if you must.
Buy it here if you're in America.