No rhyme ....
even less reason
By Ervell
E.Menezes
THIS lot of Hollywood films are
anything but special. In the case of I Still Know What
You did Last Summer, it is Hollywoods penchant
with sequels that works against itself. The parent film I
Know What..., you will remember, was good till after
the halfway mark. When it had its eye on the sequel, it
ran into trouble. When four youngsters come across a body
on the highway it is the start of their nightmare. That
the body (never really dead) haunts them in the meat of
the film.
In the sequel, a year
has elapsed and poor Julie James (Jennifer Love Hewitt)
just cant get the episode out of her mind. Her
studies suffer, she is always hallucinating about this
figure in an overcoat and with a hook at the end of his
hand. And yet, when room-mate Karla Wilson (Brandy) wins
four tickets to the Bahamas, she jumps at the offer to go
out there. She tries to get that fishermans son Ray
Bronson (Freddie Prinze Jr) to join them. When he
refuses, she is forced to team up with Will Benson
(Matthew Settle), whom Karla thrusts on her while she
pairs with her over-talkative boy-friend Tyrell Martin
(Mekhi Phifer), and he provides the film with some of its
worst moments.
Not surprisingly, the
group finds themselves stalked by a sinister character.
By default, one gets a good insight into how these
freebie prize-winners are treated. The story of the man
in an overcoat with a hook for a palm is full of holes.
There is little rhyme and even less reason. Director
Danny Cannon has a weak script and he doesnt really
try to endow it with the right pauses. The result is a
contrived horror story even weaker than the parent film.
Its like flogging a long "alive" ghost.
Pleasantville is
a spoof on the 1950s. A case of being wise by hindsight.
So when Bud Parker (Tobey Maguire), a 1990s kid hooked on
reruns of a classic 1950s show Pleasantville is
himself propelled into that world it is meant to update
the 1950s with the 1990s thinking. Bud and his twin
sister Jennifer (Rewese Witherspoon) virtually turn the
placid 1950s topsy-turvy. The kids are far too
progressive for the rest of the community and,
whats more, their parents also pick up some of
their tricks, especially the mother Betty (Joan Allen)
who cooks enough for her husband George (William H. Macy)
while she looks for greener pastures.
The basic idea by
director-scriptwriter Gary Ross is cleaver but is badly
put across. There are dashes of humour and some good gags
but the director seems to run out of ideas and gets
confused on the issue of morality. If one takes up a bold
subject like this one must be prepared to take a stand,
not dilly-dally ones way about ending neither here nor
there. The trouble with Hollywood is that there are an
increasing number of such films. Wag the Dog was
one of them. May be they should be writing the scripts
from back to front and then the story can be better
rounded off.
In that respect Still
Crazy is a more honest film that harks back to the
rock and roll era and focuses the efforts of a 1970s
music group which tries to stage a comeback in the 1990s.
At first I thought it might be a sequel to Stir Crazy
which featured Gene Wilder (not my favourite comedian)
and Richard Pryor. Directed by Sidney Poitier it was a
mediocre effort.
Strange Fruit is the
name of the music group and the story is set in England
with the cockney dialect predominant. It was led by
keyboard player Tony Costello (Stephen Rea). It is
Costellos son who goes about trying to revive the
group.
It shows how many of the
musicians, now in different walks of life, are ill at
ease in what they are doing and yearn to come back to
their favourite music. But little do they realise that
the same problems that were responsible for their
break-up will haunt them again especially their
massive egos. And quite an assortment of characters they
are with guitarist Ray Simms (Bill Nighy), drummer
"Beano" Baggot (Timothy Spall), basist Les
Wickes (Jimmy Nail) and singer Karen Knowles (Juliet
Aubrey) providing the variety.
Director Brian Gibson
zeroes in on the characters without much ado. It is like
rounding up of convicts in The Dirty Dozen or The
Five-Man Army. But there is a good spread of music,
humour and romance to wrap up a neat entertainment
packet. Even if you are not a rock and roll buff, the
story is strongly enough narrated. That is good cinema,
not playing around with raw stock just because it is
available.
This
feature was published on May 16, 1999
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