Interzone 244 Jan - Feb 2013
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What begins as a variation of K-PAX meets Spielberg’s E.T. in Rome turns into near farce when the interrogation of a mysterious alien becomes a torture session – all because paranoid local officials cannot see the difference between an ambassador for peace and a scout for invaders. As ‘Mr Wang’ speaks only Chinese, government agent Curti coerces civilian girl Aloisi to translate. Obviously, their conflicted characters are like odd socks in the laundromatrix of life. The octopus spy acts meekly but withholds vital details about his mission to Earth, until it’s too late. The writing/directing team of brothers Antonio and Marco Manetti (the makers of Paura 3D) do a good Corman styled job of cranking up suspense during intro scenes, but it all drags on far too long, with repetitions and insufferable delays before each revelation about this situational/cultural time bomb.
Eventually, the doomsday clock is wound backwards to the 1950s for a WOTW ending. Perhaps it would have worked better with more of the ambiguity hinted at in those early scenes. As it is, this offbeat UFOlogy flick simply lacks the cult appeal of Brother From Another Planet and X-Tro, while its competent deployment of a CG character for Wang strains to evoke sympathies for the captured alien’s plight only to soften us up before the abrupt, and tongue-in-cheek, delivery of a closing twist in a finale that borrows its trick from Kubrick.
There is, however, something missing. Like shampoo without conditioner, a tingle without a kiss, it’s all sizzle but no steak. I liked it, but was left thinking there should have been a lot more to it for a 21st century sci-fi movie. A much shorter version could have made a fine episode of The X-Files, and I vaguely recall an episode (Voice of Reason?) of the 1990s Outer Limits revival which had some kind of an alien interrogation story. According to the PR blurb, Arrival of Wang was a hit when screened at Frightfest, but I have seen reviews of such events that suggest there is a strong tendency for some overly enthusiastic genre fans to be a bit too forgiving of mediocrity, just because they are getting a sneak preview of brand new stuff.
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Based on a Kafka novel, Michael Haneke’s The Castle (aka: Das Schloss, 1997) – out on DVD, 12 November – is a tale of alienation and a lonely stranger’s struggles against mysterious officialdom.
‘K’ (Ulrich Mühe) is a land surveyor, called to work for a Count at a seemingly inaccessible castle. The local villagers are an unfriendly lot, refusing K lodgings at the church or inn. It is winter, and the landscape is just as inhospitable as the people. K’s two new ‘assistants’ arrive but prove to be imbeciles, lacking the surveying equipment he expected them to bring. K lacks a permit necessary to enter the castle, and none of the peasants can, or will, help or advise him. However, neurotic barmaid Frieda (the late Susanne Lothar, Mühe’s wife) is wholly sympathetic and provides K with shelter and sex, becoming his fiancée. K attempts to meet his employers, any representatives from the castle, or even their unreliable messenger, but his communications, like his confrontations, are blocked, so his progress is thwarted. The ordinary absurdism here is usually bleak, but occasionally farcical, and the distinctions between solemnity and satire are arbitrary.
Filmed in German with English subtitles, the period setting adds even greater unfamiliarity to the impenetrable illogical moodiness of an otherworldly quality that accumulates around K, from a patina of grime to a crushing weight on his mind. The misunderstandings and doubts multiply like rabbits pulled from a magic hat, and it is hard to find anything that is kept in the dark, let alone truth. K faces an unfathomable bureaucracy sustained by idle intermediaries via the uncertainty of twilight whispers. Offended authority figures are as unforgiving as a napalm fire. A howling night wind increases outside, as if in dark symmetry with the internal confusions of K. Subjective betrayals and escalating weirdness leads to a haunted surrealism like a conjunction of Ingmar Bergman and Monty Python.
Disc extra: the biographical featurette, 24 Realities per Second (56 minutes, in French with English subtitles), about Haneke’s life/works, is illuminating but it has a studied ‘informality’ that’s somewhat demanding and occasionally trying.
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Previously available as a complete hi-def boxset, The Lord Of The Rings ‘extended editions’ are re-released singly on Blu-ray (3 December), and these movies are, quite rightly, still acclaimed as the ultimate high fantasy trilogy. I must confess that I have not read the books but, to me, this grandiose screen version feels like a legend about disarmament, a triumph of genuine wisdom over madness, and details valiant efforts to avert the possibility of catastrophic warfare by simply getting rid of the doomsday weapon. The One Ring can only be disposed of in the fires of Mordor, and we can see the notion of meltdown destruction to put an end to evil (here, the ring is like a WMD exemplar) reflected in varied genre works: perhaps most tellingly in the annihilation of a cyborg/ultimate stealth weapon in Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991), thus saving the future for humanity.
Never mind the studied ‘bromance’ between Frodo and Sam, that “treacherous little toad” Smeagol/Gollum is, by implication in the prologue of Return of the King, very probably a gay monster. Yet he is largely consistent in his paradoxically schizoid obsession throughout this epic storyline, troubled by others suspicions, (self-) doubts, and almost as much betrayal as loyalty. It was a shame that the likeable feminist idea to update the character of Arwen into a warrior princess was abandoned in favour of remaining faithful to the source, while the trial of battling alongside the men is taken by shield-maiden Eowyn. A decade or so later, the decisions about changes, or lack of them, to established lore may seem even more like significant weaknesses, especially when other alterations made to Tolkien’s narrative (see ‘purist edition’ fan cuts and scholarly views on a ‘travesty of adaptation’) during the scripting developments and final editing now look arbitrary or inconsequential.
Despite the glorification of warfare (referencing the crusades; as ‘halflings’ can be read as children) where, somewhat perversely, even the long dead are called upon to fight as ghosts, these are still action movies of repeatedly astonishing spectacle as the level of threat expands from shire (village), to fortress (city), to realm (the world). There are many grotesque fantasy horrors in Middle-earth, but I still find that Shelob the giant spider is the most nightmare inducing creature of them all.
With over two hours of excellent footage added to the 558 minutes total of this trilogy’s theatrical versions, the scope and the depth of this saga expands into various unexplored corners of its milieu and is all the better for its shadings/nuances of main characters, and humorous asides which thankfully included the best Tolkien joke I’ve heard (the punch line is “Four”). My favourite bit of newfound trivia is noticing John Noble, very good as Denethor whose suicidal despair in Gondor and trouble with two sons foreshadows-in-retrospect the actor’s recent TV work playing Walter Bishop in Fringe. As for the protracted string of false endings, I still think Peter Jackson’s opus should have shown the newly crowned king, elf royalty, and people, all bowing to the heroic hobbits, then faded to black. That would have been a saner closure. I wonder, will Peter Jackson’s prequel trilogy (which I think should be titled ‘Bilbo Begins’ and ‘The Dark Hobbit’, etc) actually be any good?
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Having made a disaster of his last effort, the deplorable Airborne (Black Static #29), writer-director Dominic Burns (alias Alexander Williams) turns his Tourette’s brand of amateurishness to vapid sci-fi tale of alien invasion U.F.O. (DVD/Blu-ray, 24 December). With stars Jean-Claude Van Damme, Julian Glover and Sean Pertwee in support roles, this looks like someone watched Skyline and Battle: Los Angeles and thought they could make a trashy British version on a Derby estate with a credit card budget. Honestly, this tawdry mess makes other low-budget modestly effective flicks, such as microcosmic London comedy chillers Attack the Block and Storage 24, seem like CE3K scaled, grandly spectacular classics.
A showcase for boring stereotypes, U.F.O. sinks to levels of shameless ineptitude that are usually reserved for crap home
videos. It evinces all the dramatic tension and simplified suspense of a coin toss, and it is a brow-furrowing migraine of annoyance waiting to happen. Even when trying to emulate the sweary irreverence of Tarantino, Burns just proves how terribly unimaginative his uninspired approach to subgenre is, and this feeble nonsense sinks, inevitably, beneath the overwrought but vacuous self-indulgence of its unintentionally comic action scenes. If you find a copy of this DVD, I would suggest that you run away. Save yourself. Warn your friends. Like a signal from outer space that heralds a doomsday of boredom, U.F.O. spells out dismal prospects for any future homegrown movies of this ilk.
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Alcatraz was set in present day San Francisco, where a lady cop was chasing baddies from the past. Simon Barry’s Continuum (Season One, DVD, 28 January) is about a female detective from the future in today’s Vancouver, where she tracks down some villains from her own time. After playing a spy for TV show Alias and the heroine of G.I. Joe, Rachel Nichols must have been a casting shoo-in as Kiera Cameron for this series. Bottled-lightning set-ups of Terminator, TimeCop and Trancers are flipped on political/gender lines, and juggled into fairly coherent sci-fi cop drama. Frequent action scenes rattle along with plenty of energy, although Continuum does lapse into sentimentality – complete with melancholy song tracks – for many episodic epilogues.
Among the terrorists, Lexa Doig (Andromeda, Jason X) as Sonya Valentine is the only one of the Liber8 gang who really looks like she’s from the future. Cameron’s aided by young genius Alec (Erik Knudsen), an inventor/hacker who eagerly adopts his official sidekick role. Except for flashbacks to the future, SF elements are reduced when Cameron stops wearing her glitchy catsuit of invisibility. But it is amusing to see fresh visualisations of com-tech concepts, recycled from early-1970s TV movie Probe and its follow-up series Search, updated with HUD for the heroine’s augmented sensorial arrays that are generated by her cyber-cop implants.
The story arc veers sideways, from standard 24 antics (kidnappings, robbery, terrorism) to Occupy style protests, and routine character subplots led by an idealistic but crazy professor, involving anti-government radicals and gizmo MacGuffins. There is VR shoot-em-up game play that’s dangerous to certain users, and the hostage crisis at Alec’s family’s farmstead brings several conspiracy elements to a violent, ultimately tragic conclusion, just as the superhero imagery is reasserted when the heroine gets her damaged biotech ‘protector’ suit working properly again.
“What happens in the future stays in the future.” Seeing how the revolutionary movement starts – 65 years earlier – changes the heroine’s views about her own time’s rewritten history. But, even as one loose timeline thread is tied off, quirky references to Gilliam’s 12 Monkeys become particularly relevant to some ‘dystopian destiny now’ themes of economic collapse and the social upheaval in its aftermath, championed by a bitterly aged fanatic who corrupts easily confused and suicidal kids into martyrdom.
Although never as thrillingly intense as the similarly constructed Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, this is a very enjoyable sci-fi action series that deploys its nanotech in layers of sophisticated info-media that enables cyborg agent Cameron to function as an ideal super-cop model. Nichols makes the most of humorous scenes (such as having to mask her character’s virtual telepathy), and is quite appealing as a quick-study detective whose futuristic investigative techniques are readily interpreted by present day police officers as uniquely advanced insight.
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Copyright © 2013 Tony Lee
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“A musician emotionally scarred by a near-death experience is haunted by his past, his present and his future in this chilling, slow burn of a ghost story. Read it!” Ellen Datlow
“Mike O’Driscoll is without doubt one of our best writers. I often wish he wrote more, because when he does produce something new – such as the excellent Eyepennies – it’s truly an occasion for celebration” Tim Lebbon
“A musician struggles to come to terms with his existence following a near-death experience, in a world where reality is something elusive and the darkness is always waiting. A beautifully written, evocative novella” Alison Littlewood
“A beautiful story suffused with the entangled mysteries of pain and life, as radiant as it is dark: the best kind” Stephen Volk
“Full of symbols and dread, a Cotard’s delusion set to O’Driscoll’s cool bluesy prose, Eyepennies makes a refined contribution to the TTA Press canon” Paul Meloy
“An oblique yet beautifully written story that slowly builds a number of emotional layers. O’Driscoll’s story reflects music, life and, of course, fear. The launch of the TTA Novella series is off to a very strong start with this daring yet emotionally grounded piece of writing that will linger in the brain of the reader like a haunting Sparklehorse melody” Dan Howarth, This is Horror
“The author lures us in with vivid imagery. He draws us further with non-linear, chaotic sequences that mirror Mark’s inner journey. Mr O’Driscoll ensures that we are along for the wild ride by putting us in Mark’s head and letting us experience the creepy surreality of his life” Cyd Athens, Tangent Online
“This is classic psychological horror, and it’s beautifully written. The prose is a dream, and rolls poetically off the page into images and metaphors that O’Driscoll paints effortlessly and with such clarity that even the abstract nature of the subject matter cannot cloud” Matthew S. Dent
“A novella crackling with raw power, this manages to be incredibly realistic whilst embracing hints of the supernatural, a story of the darkness for readers who want more to their horror than blood and gore. Well written, thoroughly gripping, I highly recommend this” Mark West
“Like many of the great supernatural stories the reader is left wondering whether what you are reading is real or if it is just a figment of Mark’s broken mind. This is a brilliant story that pushed me as a reader, as much with its clever writing and beautiful prose as it did with some shocking scenes” Jim McLeod, Ginger Nuts of Horror
“A fine, insightful piece of psychological horror, Eyepennies is an effective showcase of Mike O’Driscoll’s famous storytelling ability and enticing prose. Highly recommended to anyone who prefers classy dark fiction rather than gory horro
r” Mario Guslandi
“The prose is effortless and compelling, creating images in the mind’s eye both chilling and insightful. The pace is brilliant, you don’t realise that you are being drawn in and carried along until you reach a satisfying and haunting end” Sean P. Chatterton
“This had many unsettling images and some truly horrifying scenes. The theme of pennies on the eyes (to pay your passage to the next world) is used effectively. This is a good start to the TTA Novellas series and I will be looking forward to future tales. I highly recommend this one” Sam Tomaino, SF Revu
“Eyepennies is a fine portrait of a person under psychological strain. O’Driscoll maintains the ambiguity over whether Mark’s experiences are supernatural or delusional in origin (and, indeed, over whether that makes any practical difference). The novella’s fragmented structure (reaching back into different periods of the protagonist’s life) further underlines the diffuse state of Mark’s mind. This is a good start for the novella series, and I look forward to future instalments” David Hebblethwaite
“O’Driscoll has written a tightly-constructed and sympathetic homage to a doomed artist where one man’s memory, dreams and timeline overlap to mind-bendingly nightmarish effect. If you like horror that is a bit out of left field, this will be right up your alley” Alan Kelly, Rue Morgue
“Incredibly haunting, emotional, and at times outright chilling. One night of particularly disturbed sleep bears testament to the strength of O’Driscoll’s imagery” Dread Central
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