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May 9, 2018

Movie Review: "Terrifier" (2016; Epic Pictures/Dread Central)


 …man, for the life of this reviewer…can’t understand what it is about clowns of late, that get the average folks out there, so damned riled up, unnerved and chilled to the bone. Really…just because a wayward, pasty-faced clown with crusty-stained dental work, bent into an evilly gleeful grimace, and carrying a loaded lawn-sized trash bag, loaded with gawd-knows-what, stands & stares intently and motionless on the corner…street light flicker, barely illuminating his ghastly visage…doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s about to get…er, naughty

…just because our hapless and merry fellow, decked out and dressed in oversized mud-crusted shoes, a saggy, jester-like & color-contrasting get-up, and a teeny-tiny black Oliver Hardy bowler hat, steps in, sits down across…speechlessly staring, and smiling with glistening, blackened lips…then without warning, reaches over, grabs your hand, and places a costume vending machine ring on your ring finger, as if to propose…doesn’t exactly make him an unnerving, smiley pervert…

…hell, just because this grinning, happy-go-lucky guy is so incredibly adept with tools…sharp-as-the-devil-himself precision tools…rusty, serrated hand tools…blunt and heavy, skull-cracking, bone-shattering tools…and just because ol’ smiley face here, while lovingly draped in the skin of his favorite gal, feels oh-so inconvenienced, and is so oblivious of any responding, gun-toting John Q. Laws, that he lets out a sigh, and an exasperating, eye-rolling ‘hurumph’, before dispatching…er, before dealing with the situation…doesn’t make the lad, all that bad, right??...

…and just because…oh, wait!! Scratch all that…my bad!!! I mean, we are talking about Art, here…
BREAKING NEWS!!! BREAKING NEWS!!! Be on the lookout for a sinister lone perpetrator, this dark, cold and eerie Halloween evening, dressed in a contrasting black and white clown costume, with equally contrasting and exaggerated make-up, masking his facial features. Carrying a large, loaded black garbage bag, he was last seen leaving the local town’s pizza parlor establishment, which…per police investigation…was left in a rather…well, let’s just say that it was (…Ooooo!!) messy. The ghastly looking clown suspect was last seen following and harassing two young and attractive, slightly toasted post-party gals (Jena Kanell, Catherine Corcoran) , decked out in sexy, Halloween-themed dress wear. It was believed that the two girls might have sought safe haven, shelter and bathroom facilities, via an abandoned apartment complex, slated to be serviced by pest control…and that the perpetrator suspect…armed, dangerous, and dubbed ‘Art’, as a recently discovered, grotesque ‘calling card’ appears to suggest…may well still be in the immediate area, as well…
…well alrighty, then…with the filmmaking powers-that-be, now having beaten the ‘zombie’ movie genre into the ground…an understatement, as that sucker has not only been ‘beaten into the ground’, but more so, pounded and pulverized into micro-dust of rotted flesh, now quick irrecoverable by now  (…wretched Blue Meanies…tsk, really…sigh)…it seems that the genre ‘flavor of the moment’ is…well, it seems that clowns are the ‘in’ thing, nowadays. And barring the more sinister origins of these pasty-faced purveyors of mirth and laughter…a subject matter, barely touched upon in films, yet begs for further unveiling…or even the classic underlining cliché of how such happiness-instilling get-up, masks a measure of sadness and depression…we’re definitely had our lion’s share of sinister cinematic clown characters, the past few years…

…the demonic, child-devourer in the recent re-do of “Stephen King’s IT”…the almost cartoon-like, homicidal antics in 2012’s “Stitches”…the unflinchingly twisted, sadistic & perverse horrors, tortured helplessness, and psychological relentlessness of 2014’s highly recommended excursion into absolute terror, “Circus of the Dead”…the varied and eclectic clown offering from filmmaker & musician Rob Zombie, with the cult classics, “House of 1,000 Corpses”, “31” and “The Devil’s Rejects”…and even a dark, evil-instilled and outright soul-devouring touchstone towards the aforementioned grim origins of what we now consider clowns, with the recent 2016 entry…simply called “Clown”…just to aptly coin a few…

…but barring all this past movie clowny psychobabble aside, and getting straight to the point as subtly and eloquently as possible…without a friggin’ doubt, ”Terrifier” is one helluva fuckin’ freaky, creepy, twisted, madly insane and demented horror flick!! It’s a deliciously seeping, open tendon of a film, one might feel irresistibly inclined not to bandage or cover up, if at the very least, for the sole purpose of prolonging the excruciating pain of the open wound, ‘cause the absolute ecstasy of that pain, feels so-o-o-o damn good!!...

…in the onset, the storyline is hardly a complex set up, in relation to the events of this rather unnerving film…one killer clown, two haplessly tormented and terrorized girls, Halloween night. And adding to the air of bewildering discomfort here...well, there’s no real explanation, as to who Art the Clown actually is, where he comes from, or what motivates him to perform the ghastly and heinous acts, as seen herein…indeed, with sights so outright disturbing and to-the-bone chilling, they're hard-pressed to be un-seen. Instead, it is the masterfully emphasized presence of this evil character (…as delectably, gleefully, albeit dementedly performed by actor David Howard Thornton, who previously had a hand at the Joker role, in TV’s ‘Nightwing’ series …and well, for those who find Art familiar...well, he is a carry-over character from director Damien Leone’s previous film…an equally demented horror anthology from 2013, called “All Hallows’ Eve”)…they way he acts…the way he expresses himself…and all of this without uttering a single word, yet saying a lot with a mere grimace, albeit a chilling and sinister one…which propels this film to an outrageous level of absolute giddy and maniacal terror…the type of film where, in considering the events that transpire and unfold, one cannot help but repeatedly, in the most tense moments of the film, ask one’s self…’a-a-are they gonna go there?? No, they’re not actually gonna go there, are they??…no…No…NO-O-O!!!” And then, without flinching…well, they invariably do go there…
…in as much as “Terrifier” delectably exudes itself in the nostalgic spirit of classic slasher ‘grindhouse’ movies of some 35 years or so, ago…not to mention, unleashing one of the most insanely giddy, ‘embraceable’ and unprecedented premiere horror movie villains, this side of Victor Crawley (…indeed, in a ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t’ type situation here, devoted and appreciative horror fans might wish that ol’ Art the Clown, much like Victor Crawley, would keep and maintain a measure of obscure-level popularity…as anything more than that, might tend to temper and dilute the overall horror of the character), director Damien Leone actually takes a much more interesting, albeit quite unconventional approach, as far as character and visuals. Yes, there are the typical ‘red herring’ scares and jumps, which one might expect…yes, the ‘lined up’ array of victims act and behave in expected, almost cliched habits…and yes, even ol’ Art himself, has that sneaky, almost supernatural flair for showing up where one might least expect, in this case, often popping up and standing motionless before his victims, and wearing that diabolical, black-lipped shit-eating grin, leaving the victims paused in a moment of terror, but also, sort of waiting for the other (…clown) shoe to drop…
…instead, in going against the grain of conventional slasher films, Damien keeps ol’ Art clearly, albeit creepily in the spotlight, as opposed to lingering in an obscure darkness…making his presence insistently known and obvious…as if Art was prone to saying, “…oh hell, no…I’m not gonna hide in the shadows…I want you to know that I’m here, ‘cause shadows or no shadows, you are mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it...no escape, and…Ooooo (...smiling evily), pretty ice cream…pretty…”. And in addition to the creepy overall lighting, Damien herein gingerly baths the entire film in a certain and distinct color saturation…not too much (…i.e., see 2011’s “Hobo with a Shotgun”, for a much more extreme effect, in that respect), but just enough to give the settings in “Terrifier”, a more ghastly, unnerving and uncomfortable underlining feel. And finally, Damien takes full advantage of his film’s soundtrack, very unconventionally yet very effectively, in the sense that standard horror movie musical stingers are used rather unpredictably, and the core music used to emphasize scenes of absolute intensity is amplified, making such scenes all the more disturbing, unsettling and outrageously demented…the latter of which might actually suggest underlining inspiration from Lucio Fulci’s films, who used his macabre music accompaniment in much the same way…
...long story short (...uh yeah, right!!): "Terrifier" is most assuredly, a deliciously sick and twisted excursion into intense horror, which just has to be seen, to be believed...yet, once you do see it, you may find yourself begging and pleading to un-see it, even though the twisted, smouldering-ember memory of the harrowing experience, is destined to linger in the dark resses of the mind, for days and days that follow. Yes, highly recommended, folks...though with great caution, as this one definitely bites...and gnaws...and tears...and maims...and digs deep & relentless...like the unbridled rapturous ecstasy of a heavy-bit rusty drill to the head.....



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May 4, 2018

Movie Review: "Ramen Heads" (2017; Netzgen Productions)



…yeah, I know what y’all are probably thinking. “Ramen?? Really!! A movie about ramen??” From a ‘domestic shores’ point of view…yeah, one might suppose that the subject of ramen…for most herein, an ‘instant’ vision of one’s grocery store isle, packed and stacked with ordinary ‘three, sometimes four for a dollar’ packaged instant soup noodles, each accompanied by a foil packet of heavily salted flavor powder, comes to mind (…and oh, how the respected nutritionist soothsayers just love to emote finger-shaking ‘shame-shame’ verbiage of dissuasion, as far as the gross dietary detriment of consuming this simple, albeit wholly processed food staple)…might seem merely that…'simple', by definition…

…OK, fair enough, right??

…with right hand raised in absolute swear-mode…left hand on the heart…yes, this reviewer shamelessly, yes proudly proclaims and admits…at least, from a urban ‘big city white boy’ perspective…”I am a Ramen Head!!” Been known to throw caution to the wind…boil up two, even three of those square-ish packages at a time…liberally seasoning those bad boys up, and slurping those puppies down like a human Hoover (…and ‘slurping’ is most assuredly the mindfully prerequisite and applicable term when eating ramen, as will be reiterated later). Given a little more creative motivation, present company even goes so far as deliciously supplementing the noodles with chicken, pork, egg, cabbage, cilantro, parsley, onion, bean sprouts, bamboo, or whatever might trip my (amateur culinary) tibia at the time…

…cheaper than movie popcorn, and…well, let’s just say what true ‘ramen heads’ might consider ‘outright disrespectful’ to the ‘wholly sacred’ foodstuff…hell, this kid’ll even buy up half a dozen ramen packages, pulverized the lot dry, fill a bowl, sprinkle a little butter & seasoning salt…and Presto!! As ‘70’s Saturday Morning Timer used to say, “…hey, stacks of snacks!!”…

…and of course, on the rare and oh-so few & far-between occasions, given the dotted availability of such gourmet locations (…in the case of yours truly, the greater San Diego area…this noodle-crazed reviewer will effect eager patronage at some of the finest ramen shop establishments, where the noodles are rendered freshly cut, lathered generously amidst a tantalizing, piping hot bowl of broth, and fettered with an eclectic assortment of equally delicious condiments…'oh yum' hardly describes the experience, (I) can tell you...

…ahem!! In once again proclaiming, with arms reared back, chest out and chin up, “I am a Ramen Head!!!” Uh, that is…little realizing just how wretchedly low such a boast by this reviewer lacky invariably suggests, as you will soon see…not to mention the unimagined heights (he’s) hardly attained, nor truly worthy of, especially after having seen…

…the film ”Ramen Heads”…which is, without a doubt, is a lovingly dedicated, descriptive and amusing salute to something more akin to what might be suggested as a focused spotlight on an artful craft, rather than mere culinary preparation and presentation. This quaint and quirky documentary opens on a rousing celebratory note, with adoring recognition by both peers and subordinates, of master ramen chef Osamu Tomita, who as we first meet him scrambling to his remote food establishment to open for the day, instead finds himself the unexpected recipient of the honored and coveted ‘Best Ramen in Japan’ trophy for an unprecedented fourth year in a row. But such an honored and respected prize hardly comes easy…
…as our faceless narrator…by this time, instilling fascination, intrigue, curiosity, and at times, a measure of unnerving visuals into the proceedings…delving further into the ‘artistry’ of how Osamu works his ‘magic’…examining why the surrounding populous…indeed at times, even persons nationwide…line up for hours, patiently and anticipatorily aside his shop, in order to secure a hallowed place…so much so in fact, that Osamu actually limits the number of people he serves each day, with an amiable, albeit structured reservation system that sometimes must be rendered and filled days in advance…we instantly grasp the devoted and loving passion in which Osamu exudes…the tireless work and meticulous detail, in which he engages, in preparing his ramen dishes…not to mention the harsh, unwavering demands which he instills upon his equally impassioned, though often frustrated apprentices…the latter of whom, to the film’s inquisitive interviewer, candidly muse upon their utmost respect and reverence for Osamu, despite their frustrations over his stern and insistent demands of them. Make no mistake…they know that they are there to learn, and yet, Osamu teaches them nothing; in addition, and in tandem to their regimented shop duties, they are instead pressed to look over Osamu’s shoulder whenever possible…learn by example, rather than formal instruction…the way that Osamu himself was ‘taught’, as he later reveals…
…but all of this personal unbridled passion, obsession, work and resulting reverence is clearly not the main reason why we’re here, ladies and gentlemen…it’s that oh-so delicious ramen…the invariable culmination of Osamu’s life-devoted trade…and that’s where all that ‘passion, obsession, work’ as well as the evidence of reason for the aforementioned reverence…that’s where everything come together, and is reflected in a bleached & scalding steam of insatiable flavor, which you…my fine folk…may well quite literally feel, as well as taste, as you look on, herein…
…what is it that they say?? Something about ‘a watched pot never boils’?? Not in Osamu Tomita’s world, as he unwaveringly fixes his gaze upon each and every simmering pot of soup broth…himself shown as keen on the exact moments to stir up the brownish, gravy-like concoction…knowing all too well, to an exacting degree, that mere seconds of overheat…mere seconds of under-cook…could mean a significant loss of flavor. Even the rather eclectic variety of ingredients…meats, vegetables, seasonings…is measured in with merely Osamu’s watchful eyes…not to mention, his mindful gauge, which is seen to be as exacting, if not more so, than any measuring cup standard. Our narrator in these proceedings, provides a slightly startling, and in the onset, first-impressionably unappealing muse in describing the broth preparation, as if being described by someone totally not privy of this culinary ritual (…which of course, may well include most of us viewers…i.e., stirring the broth described as ‘stirring a brown sludge’…or photographing Osamu stirring a large pot of ingredients with a large wooden spoon…and with a mere shoulder shrug, spooning up the wayward pig’s hoof or two…or more startling, a boiled pig’s head, etc.). But familiar or not…unnerving or not…make no mistake…it is the irresistible and tantalizing culmination of all this preparation, which Osamu focuses his invariable attention to…
…from the meticulous and tireless rendering of the broth, we then see Osamu move onto the soup namesake component…the ramen noodles themselves. And with no less attention, Osamu proudly, albeit with an unswerving focus, demonstrates equal attention in his handmade noodles (…a thicker and more springy brand of noodles, used in creating Osamu’s specialty, Tsukemen ramen…a delectable noodles dish, whereby the noodles and broth are served separately, and the noodles are subsequently dipped into the broth, before consumption…that is, before slurping them up, which it the most ideal, and hardly-considered-crude method of consumption, as one might witness, herein)…the molding, the rolling, the kneading, the cutting, the preparing, the seasoning, as well as the serving of each and every bowl…with a lovingly hands-on preparation, as carefully and masterfully as one might expect of a master sculptor…molding, chipping away at, and giving distinct character to a featureless slab of wet clay. For Osamu, he pridefully elates his strict standard and unique elation of satisfaction in his noodles, suggesting that they should ‘pop’ tastefully in one’s pallet, like firecrackers…
…considering all this hard work and dedication, one might suggest the old adage of ‘all work and no play, etc.’, as far as contemplating what Osamu might engage in his off time. Well, ‘dull’ hardly describes this master chef’s recreational fervor, in seeing him strut out in what most might consider, a measure of…well, rather unexpected and unconventional style and fashion…and conduct surprise visits to neighboring ramen chef establishments, where he’s welcomed with an amassed reverence and delight, by the self-same chefs, aspiring to be equal to the task, and whom we soon become privy to, as far as each of their own unique, individual and equally dedicated style of deliciously favored ramen dishes…
…with all of this dedicated methodology and devotion to craft, having culminated herein with a great number of lovingly satisfied and elated customers…many of whom have traveled from the four corners of the world to exclusively partake in Osamu’s delicious culinary greatness…one has to invariably ask, as a final note…what exactly does one taker away, in viewing this documentary…in viewing “Ramen Heads”?? Well, barring the inescapably instilled desire to immediately afterwards seek out one’s local specialty ramen shop, and voraciously chow down on the delicious ramen greatness served…all the while, wishing ever so much that such effort and opportunity might be better afforded, as far as relishing our film’s master chef, and his equally masterful foodstuff…there’s the overwhelmingly appreciative inspiration, in watching Osamu do his stuff…in the underliningly relevational sense that unswerving and dedicated passion in one’s work is often times, hardly fun…but the end result is oh-so self-elating and self-satisfying…as if Osamu himself was saying, “…my passion is not so much for the ramen I make, but for the people whom I serve it to; my passion is yours, fine people…Enjoy!!”…
…in the end…can this reviewer truly say that (I) am a ‘ramen head’?? Eh, probably not in the 'true' sense, as one might suppose…that remains something for this mere humble and appreciative ‘liker of ramen’ to aspire towards. For that…well, it just might well be worth the cost of a trip to Japan…

...yes, folks...it's that good...as enjoyably slurp-able as the delectably tasty soupy namesake of the film, itself...



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