FINAL GIRL explores the slasher flicks of the '70s and '80s...and all the other horror movies I feel like talking about, too. This is life on the EDGE, so beware yon spoilers!

Jun 12, 2008

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

Lots of you have been waiting for me to weigh in on The Strangers, so here goes (thanks for the huge implied compliment, btdubb). I'd been anxious to see it for months and months, and I caught a gramma-time screening the day it opened- so it's a bit surprising, even to me, that it's taken me so long to write about it. What can I say- I move in mysterious ways. I'm also fresh and exciting, more than a woman, always a woman, and as we all know, I'm like the wind.

But enough about me- how 'bouts them strangers, eh? In the end, I kind of had a love-hate relationship with it. It was certainly scary enough, at times, to have the audience (jam-packed with younguns) screaming and yelling- in a good way. Why my gramma-time screening was chock full of whipper snappers, I have no idea. What's next, these kids taking over my favorite shuffleboard hot spot? Or my Lawrence Welk time being inundated with "rock and roll"? I'm almost afraid to leave the house. And why is it so cold in here? Where's my shrug?

But, again, enough about me. What do YOU think about me? HA HA HA.

James and Kristen (Scott Speedman and Liv Tyler) head back to James's family's vacation home after attending a friend's wedding. It's about 4am, they're exhausted, and things between them seem a bit tense. Over the course of roughly the first 40 minutes of the film, we learn why things aren't entirely hunky dory in lovey-dovey land: it seems that James proposed and Kristen said she wasn't ready for marriage. For some reason, this totally puts a damper on the romantic evening James had planned. Also putting the damper on said romantic evening is the appearance of...dun dun dunnnn...the strangers.

It all begins when a junkie-type blonde girl knocks on the door, asking if...uh, so-and-so is home. So-and-so doesn't live there, see, and James and Kristen are a little weirded out. I totally know how they feel: once upon a time, someone pounded on my window at about one in the morning. Before I could really do anything, the someone started opening my window. I was awake and on the phone at the time; I hung up, called the cops, and yelled at the someone in question. Someone replied "Is Steve there?" to which I had to reply in the negative- I knew no Steves. Well, that's not entirely true- I had a Columbia House account under the name "Steve Donder" (their mistake, not mine), but somehow I doubt this late-night/early-morning caller knew of my 12 CDs for a penny...and your soul alias. He left, the cops came, and that was that- though I didn't sleep that night.

But enough about me! James decides to head to the store to get Kristen some cigarettes and to clear his head, and this is when The Strangers really amps up. Before long, the blonde girl is back and masked baddies have made their way into the house. James eventually returns, a game of cat and mouse begins, and things progress toward a finale that's both unexpected and completely expected.

The first hour or so of this movie kicked complete ass- particularly the sequences when Kristen was home alone. The first appearance of the bag man caused the audience (myself included) to shriek and cower. Unfortunately, the film simply ran out of steam somewhere along the way. The masks get less and less frightening the more you see them, and it seemed as if writer/director Bryan Bertino was unsure about where to take the story. As such, the conclusion of the film is flat, if, perhaps, the most "real".

That said, Bertino has made an original film that certainly hearkens back to the good ol' horror days of yore. It looks fantastic- the house is bathed in a warm glow that belies the dangers lurking just outside in the dark- and the sound design is top notch. The Strangers doesn't lack for scares, to say the least.

It also doesn't lack for stupid horror movie characters. The interesting relationship setup of the first half hour (and the accompanying character development) is all but abandoned after the strangers arrive, leaving Kristen and James with little else to do beyond crying and grimacing, respectively. I understand the need for characters to get separated in horror movies- people need to get picked off, so to speak, and that's much more easily accomplished if the characters are alone. It's up to the writer, however, to accomplish this in a way that isn't going to feel completely outside the scope of human behavior (writers of films in the Friday the 13th series, however, are immune to this rule. It's Friday the fucking 13th, you know? Anything goes!).

To wit: if I am one of two people trapped in a house by masked kookadooks and my pal, the one with the shotgun, says "I'll be right back", I will say "Fuck that noise, I am coming with you. Or leave the boomstick with me, your choice." Kristen, however, says "Alright, I'll just hold onto this pillow. I'll keep my back to this open door while I'm at it." This, to me, is unbelievably unbelievable, enough to have left me throwing my hands up in the theatre and for my friend to lean over and suggest that Kristen simply send up a flare.

Later, she heads out into the dark to look for James- yes, he left with the shotgun and he hasn't returned. She doesn't find him in the empty barn, but she does find all manner of pointy farm implements- scythes and the such- and yet she grabs not a one to use as a weapon. People, pick up anything to use as a weapon- I don't care if the only thing on hand is a fucking Cabbage Patch Kid. Pick that shit up and wield it. I'm sorry- in a pinch, even Agnes Millie or whomever can do some damage. Kristen doesn't subscribe to my line of reasoning, however, and she remains empty-handed. She also trips and twists her ankle (natch) and crawls across a wide expanse of back yard, thinking, I suppose, that if she can't see the strangers, they can't see her. Stupid Kristen.

All in all, it was pretty intense, beyond scary at times, and not nearly as torture-laden as the ad campaign (and some knee-jerk reviews, as My New Plaid Pants points out) would have you believe. I liked it more than I liked both Ils (Them) and Vacancy; I only wish the latter third of the movie or so lived up to the promise of the first two. The Strangers is a bit like a piece of gum- when you first start chewing, you say to yourself "This gum is the most awesome fucking thing ever!"; then comes the point when it's lost all its flavor and you find yourself wondering why it's still in your mouth.

I'm certainly not writing off Bertino as a horror filmmaker, however, and The Strangers is a damn fine first effort. I think he's one to keep an eye on. I'm far less enthused about the rumors surrounding a sequel, though. This movie is enough on its own.

Jun 11, 2008

The Wednesday Msdfguksefh

Let's kick this off by wishing a wicked HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the fantastically terrifically awesome Adrienne Barbeau, who turns 63 today. What's your favorite Barbeau performance, horror-related or not? Though her turn as the nun-blastin' Christine in The Convent ranks high with me, my absolute most favoritest Barbeau effort in the whole wide world is her work in Creepshow. Wilma is a crank-ass delight, and Ms Barbeau is total perfection.

I am shocked- shocked I tells ya- at the low response I've gotten regarding the Fangoria ticket giveaway I've got going on right this very second. Doesn't anyone want to go to a horror convention during the weekend of June 20-22? What, are you East Coasters too good for that? Hmm? HMM? Yon deadline fast approacheth!
Send me an email: stacieponder at gmail dot com by midnight, June 14 with FANGO in the subject line. Winners will be drawn completely at random, but feel free to send cookies anyway.
Gawd, talking about the East Coast makes me think about Dunkin' Donuts coffee and how there are no Dunkin' Donuts in LA and why the fuck is that? Yes, I can buy a bag of DD at the grocery store, but it's not the same. Must I travel all the way across the country to get a fresh cup? MUST I?

No Ghostella episode today, kids, sorry. I know, it sucks, right? It's not my fault, I swear. I SWEAR. No really, I swear. I'm not even kidding. It'll be back and better than ever next week.

AMC is going strong, however, and this week I talk a bit about horror movie dads. Who did I miss?




Jun 4, 2008

The wednesday you-know-what

All the usual suspects are present and accounted for, folks!

This week at AMC I talk about horror movies based on "actual events"...GET OUT!

Ghostella's Haunted Tomb gets all ten kinds of artsy with Noir D'Ivoire, a surrealist French horror film from 1962. C'est tres scary!


This just in from the I'm A Total Whore Department:

If I tell you about the upcoming Alone in the Dark video game (hitting the streets June 24), then the good folks at Atari will send me a copy of the game to review. I cannot resist the promise of a free scary video game, so I now present to you one of the many trailers for Alone in the Dark:





While the Uwe Boll film (that one featuring Tara Reid as a scientist, which is kind of awesome in an I want to kill myself sort of way) is supposedly based on the game and shares the same name, if that's your only experience with AitD, I assure you, the games are worth your time and I'm very much looking forward to this next installment. AitD was one of the very first (if not the first) entries in the "survival horror" genre, appearing on PC way back in 1992. My introduction to the series came in 1996 when the sequel Alone in the Dark: Jack is Back hit PlayStation, and I gotta tell ya, I fucking hated it. My friend Jim and I spent so much time trying to play the damn thing, but we could never get anywhere. Within moments, some jerk would be throwing our character off a cliff and that was that. Ooh, my blood gets all angried up just thinking about it!

As you all know, however, I am a kind, gentle, forgiving soul- as such, when Alone in the Dark 4: The New Nightmare came along in 2001, I decided to give it a try...and lo, it was good! Advancements in both gaming hardware (the game was released on PS 2 and Dreamcast) (I miss my Dreamcast) and the survival horror genre as a whole made a huge difference and AitD 4 was scary and fun, and no one was chucking me off a cliff repeatedly.

The point of all that is, I'm really looking forward to seeing and playing the next-gen AitD game. If that means you have to deal with some trailers and pictures here on FG, then so be it! It's not as bad as that time I whored myself out for a pack of Freshen Up.

Don't look so high and mighty, you. We've all had our weak moments!

May 28, 2008

The Wednesday Something Something

Big stuff...big stuff aujourd'hui, mes amis. BIG STUFF I SAY. You know the drill:

Over yonder at AMC, I talk a bit about what makes a scary mask a scary mask and not...uh, an unscary mask, I guess. If you'd like to see some unscary stuff, check out Ye Olde Final Girl Hall of Infamy. Oh Gene Shalit, how I adore thee.

Episode 3 of Ghostella's Haunted Tomb is up and at 'em! Check it out, they made me a fancy graphic:

Pretty nice, n'est-ce pas? This week's episode is a real doozy. Tune in as everyone's favorite Guinevere, Guinevere Turner, discovers...Who's Been in the Herb Garden?

Now, perhaps the biggest news of all! Fangoria is hitting Secaucus, New Jersey on June 20-22 for yet another Weekend of Horrors and I, yes I, have 4, yes 4, one-day passes to giveaway to you, yes you! Check out the guest list and if it strikes your fancy, enter my big Fangoria Ticket giveaway. Send me an email: stacieponder at gmail dot com by midnight, June 14 with FANGO in the subject line. Winners will be drawn completely at random, but feel free to send cookies anyway. See how much I care?

In other news...

May 27, 2008

we have a winner

The people have spoken, people, and it seems that the people want Tobe Hooper's Lifeforce to be the next Film Club choice. So say we all, or at least 27% of you.

Personally, I was kinda hoping that Food of the Gods would pull out a come-from-behind victory at the last minute, but alas, it seems that naked space alien vampire zombie boobies win out over Ida Lupino battling giant maggots. I was bummed for a second about that, then I remembered that I can watch Food of the Gods and review it any time I damn well please and I wasn't bummed anymore. I can't be boxed in!

So. Lifeforce. Due Monday, June 23. If there are any newbies out there joining in the fun, here's how it works: post your review or Lifeforce-related something something on 6/23. Be sure to mention Final Girl or the Film Club in there somewhere, and send me a link to your site. I'll post your link along with my review, and we weill all be joined together in a big cyber caring circle. Huzzah!

The film: Lifeforce
The due date: Monday, June 23

May 23, 2008

today rules

Why does today rule? Allow me to explain.

Exhibit A: It is raining.

Exhibit B: What does one do to procrastinate on rainy days? One goes to used bookstores to browse.

Exhibit C:


"The pigs. Look, they're coming out," she shrieked. "Oh, sweet Christ! The pigs!!"
Case closed!

awesome movie poster friday- the MARIO BAVA edition!















Some super duper beauties this week, wow. To be continued next week!

May 22, 2008

Listen to your mama

Yesterday I was talking on the phone with my mom, and because my mom is awesome we ended up talking about The Strangers. She'd seen the TV spots and asked if I thought it was some sort of remake- not of the French film Ils (Them), which has been the popular (if misinformed) opinion, but rather if it was some sort of remake of "that Naomi Watts movie". I knew the spot she was talking about, the one where Liv Tyler asks the masked intruders "Why are you doing this?" which, of course, is a question central to Michael Haneke's Funny Games. I picked up on that and immediately thought of Haneke's film, but I figured that it was maybe a coincidence- or at least, I was hoping it was.

I've been psyched about The Strangers since last year because, unlike at least 87% of the other horror previews I've seen, it looked like it would probably be scary. The original teaser poster, as we all know, has a kickass retro vibe that only added to my excitement.


It's almost impossible to tell what a movie will actually be like (or even about) based on trailers and posters, obviously, but now it seems that my mom wasn't so far off: the promotional machine behind The Strangers is undoubtedly trying to ride Michael Haneke's hump, as I discovered today over at Shock Till You Drop. Follow the yellow brick link and see what I mean.

I sure hope this is simply some kind of marketing ploy and The Strangers isn't mostly concerned with tying up Liv Tyler and Scott Speedman and poking them with pointy metal things and 'torturing' them. In my dreams, the film was...I don't know, I guess more subtle than that- more stalking than stabbing. I wasn't a huge fan of Ils, but what I did like was the cat and mouse aspect of it.

Again, who knows? I'm continuing to avoid clips and stills from The Strangers and hell, I only have to wait another week or so before I can finally see how it plays out on the big screen. It's just that this new ad campaign has me feeling like...well, you know when you have a crush on someone and you think that they're simply the coolest, most awesome best thing ever and you want to be around them every minute of the day and then something happens and you look at them and think "Aw man. You're just like everyone else, aren't you?" and you deflate a little bit? I kinda feel like that now.

May 21, 2008

The Wednesday Bea Arthur

I just realized that these Wednesday title posts surely don't make a lick of sense to folks who don't remember my original middle o' the week news post, The Wednesday Bee. Then again, the running joke may only make sense to me regardless. Bah! Clearly Bea Arthur is as shocked as you are.

Beware the monitor upon which you read this warning, for it may kill you! It could totally happen. I talk all about stuff like that, kinda, in this week's AMC column. We all know to stay away from haunted houses, but who knew that anything bad could ever happen in a bed?

Ahem.

It's Ghostella's Haunted Tomb time, bitches! Episode 2 stars the awesome Bridget McManus and is titled The Devil's Bum Bag, which tells you all you really need to know- there's a cursed fanny pack. This piece of crap, direct-to-VHS slasher is from the heady days of the early '90s, when films like these were a staple of USA's Up All Night and CGI still wasn't de rigeur in horror. You know, the glory days of junk!


Don't be a freedom hater, you! Get your vote on and help decide what the next Final Girl Film Club pick will be. Your Film Club needs you, and so does Briefcase Lady. She also needs a sandwich, so try to help her out if you can.

Get your community on over at The Final Girl Seven, a fledgling Facebook group that already boasts posted photos of Charles Nelson Reilly and Shelley Winters, just like all the coolest groups do. Don't be afraid to add videos, pictures, whatever. Start a discussion about why you think bugs are neat, or how your bursitis is flaring up, it doesn't matter. The only rule is, there are no rules!

But wait, isn't that a rule? How can there be no rules if there's a rule about no rules? Omigod it's blowing my mind! WOW.

May 20, 2008

everybody loves voting

Look how exciting the very notion of voting can be!

Well, get ready to raise your briefcases HIGH and get your mouse-clicking fingers poised, my friends, because I'm going all ten kinds of democratic in order to decide the next Film Club choice. What we watch and review next month will be the winner in Yon Vote '08, which is undoubtedly the most important election you'll face this year. Once a winner is crowned and we've heard the requisite concession speeches from the losers, I'll choose a due date. But YOU will be choosing said winner!

All candidates are available from Netflix, but as you'll see they span a few different eras and subgenres. See how difficult this can be? The responsibility that comes with telling people what to watch hangs heavy on my shoulders, and now you'll know what it's like. Choose wisely!

Here are the nominees:

The Food of the Gods (1976)

I posit: is there anything in this world better than watching Ida Lupino battle giant maggots or Marjoe fucking Gortner going mano a beako with a giant chicken? I seriously doubt it.






Crazy Eights (2006)

This one of 8 Films to Die For concerns a dead kid found in a time capsule. That is so much cooler than finding a cassette of Christmas With the California Raisins!

Or is it?

This film also features Traci Lords. 'Nuff said.



House of Seven Corpses (1973)

Decidedly less ambitious than a house of 1000 corpses, yes, but this film features 100% more John Carradine than Rob Zombie's effort. Bad things happen when folks try to film a horror movie in a cursed house, as you might expect. Netflix claims this was released in 2000, but Netflix is a jerk. This is from the swingin' '70s, baby!





Lifeforce (1985)

Tobe Hooper makes a movie about naked space alien vampire zombies. Look, either that's going to appeal to you or it's not- there's really no middle ground here.








Schizo (1976)

A good old-fashioned UK slasher from Pete Walker, the dude behind the "Holy effing crap, I liked this way more than I thought I would" cannibal flick Frightmare.







There you have it, your nominees for the next Final Girl Film Club. The lines are open, America and the world, and they will be for a week: head over to the right hand column and get your vote on! It's your duty.

Omigod, I kind of love that briefcase lady.