First of all, let me say that I was kindly offered a preview of this film by some of the people involved in the making of it. According to an email I received, with all of the info required to allow me to watch the film, Who's Watching Oliver "made its rounds on the film fest circuit and has won 11 Best Picture, 4 Best Actor (Russell Geoffrey Banks) and 2 Best Supporting Actress (Sara Malakul Lane and Margaret Roche) among many Nominations and Official Selections. That's quite a decent list of achievements so far, and probably far better than the recognition that I would get for any horror movie I attempted to make.
Yes, as some of you may have suspected, I have started my review with some kind words about the movie from someone else because, well, it just didn't really work for me as well as it has clearly worked for some other people. It's not that I thought this was a bad film. I just didn't see much point to it.
The slim plot sees Oliver (played by Russell Geoffrey Banks) going about his day to day business, which involves speaking to his mother (Margaret Roche) via his laptop, talking to himself a lot, and heading out to find a young woman that he can get back to his flat and abuse and kill while his mother watches from that laptop screen. Things look like they may have to change when Oliver finds himself growing closer to a young woman (Sophia, played by Sara Malakul Lane). Will he be able to resist his urges? Or, more importantly, will he be able to resist the will of his mother?
It's all quite well put together, in terms of the technical side of things. Director Richie Moore, who also worked on the script with Banks and Raimond Huber, keeps the frame neat and tidy most of the time, carefully blocking certain shots and walking a fine line between the nastiness shown and the even nastier stuff that is either just out of shot or edited to save viewers from wanting to scrub their eyeballs. The soundtrack may feel oddly out of place, considering the visuals, but that somehow adds to the feeling that this is a film putting you inside the confused and fractured mind of the main character.
Banks is pretty good in the main role, and Roche is amusing enough in her one-note performance, but it's Lane who gives the best of the main performances. Although it's hard, at least initially, to see why she would even like Oliver, things develop in a way that allow for that to feel slightly more believable, helped by the likability and sweetness of Lane (who has been involved in a number of genre films over the past decade and who I hope to see in many more over the next few years).
The biggest problem with Who's Watching Oliver is the script. The writers seem to have been caught between wanting to create something that was purely a sensory experience and something that tells you a bit about what makes a man into a crazed killer, which leaves the end result disappointingly sitting between the two approaches. It also doesn't do enough to show how Oliver maintains his lifestyle, how he manages to convince so many women to go home with him (one is won over by the prospect of drugs, some are tempted by money, but it's hard to believe that he gets them all so easily, considering the creepy vibe he gives off constantly).
Overall, this is a potentially decent serial killer movie undermined by a weak script and the choice to make two of the main characters sadly lacking in any kind of complexity, or even personality, beyond their evil essence.
5/10
Who's Watching Oliver is available very soon (July 3rd in USA and Canada) and here's a link for the disc release.
And here is an iTunes link.
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Thursday, 25 October 2012
Freerunner (2011)
Horrible, just horrible. Freerunner is, annoyingly, a half-decent premise surrounded by a complete turd of a movie. One or two decent stunts save it from being the worst of the worst but it's such a lazy, poorly executed film that I actually felt angry while watching it.
I don't know what's more unbelievable. The fact that I have continued to try to convince myself that one day the likes of Danny Dyer and Tamer Hassan will one day appear in another decent film or the fact that it took THREE writers to cobble together this nonsense.
Mind you, while the writing is bad it's almost par for the course for this kind of film - the emphasis is, at least, on the action. I'm not letting Matthew Chadwick, Jeremy Sklar and Raimond Huber completely off the hook but most of the blame should be passed on to director Lawrence Silverstein, who took a movie all about freerunning (a smooth and entertaining pursuit) and decided to let all of the action scenes look as if they had been filmed by a pack of dogs who just happened to be in the vicinity.
Tamer Hassan plays yet another onscreen hard man, Danny Dyer is a cocky arsehole and there are a bunch of freerunners who run about the city, snatching flags while people bet on the results. Sean Faris plays Ryan, a freerunner who wants out and decides that he will get someone to bet a LOT of money on his final race, allowing him to retire a rich man. For some reason, he sees happiness in his future with his girlfriend Chelsea (played, HORRIBLY, by Rebecca De Costa - I mean, seriously, I am tempted to start a Kickstarter campaign to just pay her off so that she never acts again). Unfortunately, that all goes to pot when the runners are all gassed and wake up to find that they have exploding necklaces on and must now race for something much more important than money. That's the plot, in a nutshell.
Taking a number of elements from a number of superior movies (off the top of my head I'll namecheck Wedlock, Battle Royale, The Tournament and District 13) and then draining them of all fun before throwing them to the bottom of a barrel that is then filled to the brim with excrement, Freerunner is a waste of time and it's more frustrating because it's not a complete waste of time. The core idea is sound, it's just developed so poorly.
It doesn't help that nobody onscreen appears to have gone to any actual acting classes. Hassan is in the movie for a very short amount of time so almost escapes unscathed . . . . until we get to his awful last scene. Dyer just gets worse and worse in every movie recently and I'm starting to get embarrassed for him. No doubt he would be a geezer about it and tell me not to shed any tears while he was quids in and having a good laugh but I spent more time than most people fighting his corner (based on his fun turns in Severance, Human Traffic, The Football Factory and even Mean Machine) and this is the last straw. I'll still end up watching his movies, to review them, but I'll always brace myself for the worst rather than hope for something better. Sean Faris is pretty bland, I already mentioned that Rebecca De Costa was awful and Casey Durkin is stuck with providing all of the exposition for those who weren't able to keep up with the complex plot. Oh, she also bares her breasts for a second to keep male viewers happy - it feels very much like a halfway "restore point" compared to how tough going the movie is. Ryan Doyle is a tough, win-at-all-costs, freerunner but he's just as bland as Faris. In fact, only Joe Zamora and Tony Vo stand amongst their fellow runners and gamblers while the much older Seymour Cassel shows everyone how acting SHOULD be in his short amount of screentime.
In case I haven't made myself clear enough, Freerunner is an awful film with awful camerawork, an awful script and awful acting. Could I do something better with a group of freerunners and my own camera? Get me the freerunners and the equipment and I'll show you. Hell, if the people involved in this movie can keep getting work then I don't see why I can't break in to the industry and easily make something better than this.
3/10
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Freerunner-Blu-ray-Sean-Faris/dp/B007JI9B74/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1351007627&sr=8-2
I don't know what's more unbelievable. The fact that I have continued to try to convince myself that one day the likes of Danny Dyer and Tamer Hassan will one day appear in another decent film or the fact that it took THREE writers to cobble together this nonsense.
Mind you, while the writing is bad it's almost par for the course for this kind of film - the emphasis is, at least, on the action. I'm not letting Matthew Chadwick, Jeremy Sklar and Raimond Huber completely off the hook but most of the blame should be passed on to director Lawrence Silverstein, who took a movie all about freerunning (a smooth and entertaining pursuit) and decided to let all of the action scenes look as if they had been filmed by a pack of dogs who just happened to be in the vicinity.
Tamer Hassan plays yet another onscreen hard man, Danny Dyer is a cocky arsehole and there are a bunch of freerunners who run about the city, snatching flags while people bet on the results. Sean Faris plays Ryan, a freerunner who wants out and decides that he will get someone to bet a LOT of money on his final race, allowing him to retire a rich man. For some reason, he sees happiness in his future with his girlfriend Chelsea (played, HORRIBLY, by Rebecca De Costa - I mean, seriously, I am tempted to start a Kickstarter campaign to just pay her off so that she never acts again). Unfortunately, that all goes to pot when the runners are all gassed and wake up to find that they have exploding necklaces on and must now race for something much more important than money. That's the plot, in a nutshell.
Taking a number of elements from a number of superior movies (off the top of my head I'll namecheck Wedlock, Battle Royale, The Tournament and District 13) and then draining them of all fun before throwing them to the bottom of a barrel that is then filled to the brim with excrement, Freerunner is a waste of time and it's more frustrating because it's not a complete waste of time. The core idea is sound, it's just developed so poorly.
It doesn't help that nobody onscreen appears to have gone to any actual acting classes. Hassan is in the movie for a very short amount of time so almost escapes unscathed . . . . until we get to his awful last scene. Dyer just gets worse and worse in every movie recently and I'm starting to get embarrassed for him. No doubt he would be a geezer about it and tell me not to shed any tears while he was quids in and having a good laugh but I spent more time than most people fighting his corner (based on his fun turns in Severance, Human Traffic, The Football Factory and even Mean Machine) and this is the last straw. I'll still end up watching his movies, to review them, but I'll always brace myself for the worst rather than hope for something better. Sean Faris is pretty bland, I already mentioned that Rebecca De Costa was awful and Casey Durkin is stuck with providing all of the exposition for those who weren't able to keep up with the complex plot. Oh, she also bares her breasts for a second to keep male viewers happy - it feels very much like a halfway "restore point" compared to how tough going the movie is. Ryan Doyle is a tough, win-at-all-costs, freerunner but he's just as bland as Faris. In fact, only Joe Zamora and Tony Vo stand amongst their fellow runners and gamblers while the much older Seymour Cassel shows everyone how acting SHOULD be in his short amount of screentime.
In case I haven't made myself clear enough, Freerunner is an awful film with awful camerawork, an awful script and awful acting. Could I do something better with a group of freerunners and my own camera? Get me the freerunners and the equipment and I'll show you. Hell, if the people involved in this movie can keep getting work then I don't see why I can't break in to the industry and easily make something better than this.
3/10
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Freerunner-Blu-ray-Sean-Faris/dp/B007JI9B74/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1351007627&sr=8-2
Labels:
casey durkin,
danny dyer,
freerunner,
jeremy sklar,
joe zamora,
lawrence silverstein,
matthew chadwick,
raimond huber,
rebecca da costa,
ryan doyle,
sean faris,
seymour cassel,
tamer hassan,
tony vo
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