Ron Underwood’s witty feature debut, a silly tale of huge, prehistoric man-eating worms terrorising a tiny Nevadan desert town. Fred Ward and Kevin Bacon set the tone as bickering slacker cowboys.
David Fincher delivers a very satisfactory genre thriller – rich divorcee Jodie Roberts buys an old Upper West Side brownstone only for her and her teen daughter (Kristen Stewart) to be targeted by a determined crew of burglars (Jared Leto, Dwight Yoakam and Forest Whitaker).
Tremors 2: Aftershock
I kind of half-remembered this sequel (directed by original co-author S S Wilson) as being quite good; sadly not – rather dull. Ward returns, but Bacon is replaced by Christopher Gartin as a fanboy of Earl and Val. Michael Gross is also back as a newly-separated Burt Gummer.
John Carpenter’s peerless horror remake, a true in-camera classic thanks to the likes of DP Dean Cundey and FX wizards Rob Bottin and Stan Winston. An ensemble cast (primus inter pares: Kurt Russell) of scientific misfits stuck in an Antarctic research station finds themselves under attack from an unknown force.
The Final Days
Pedestrian dramatisation of Woodward and Bernstein’s history of the end of the Nixon presidency. Lane Smith does alright as the mendacious commander-in-chief, but it’s no All The President’s Men.
Post-moving comfort food. Noted this time: Paul Gleason’s impeccable timing; wondering why Hart Bochner never made it big; still confused by the angles involved when they take out the LAPD’s RV with the rockets.
Sometimes you end up watching a film and have no idea why. This is one of them – absolutely awful. Icing on the cake? I actually bought it. Paid cash moneys and everything. I think I mistook it for a Michael Biehn film, DeadFall, which is on my MyMovies: Must See list (though that only shaves a .8 improvement on TripFall‘s IMDb score).
Here we have John Ritter and Rachel Hunter as husband-and-wife on vacation in California with their kids who become targets for a crew of white trash kidnappers. Led by Eric Roberts. In baby dreads. With a terrible Southern accent. MBunge’s review somewhat nails it.
Fancied some light entertainment, and this action-comedy creature feature fits the bill admirably. Silly subterranean ‘graboids’ threaten a tiny Nevada township, and only redneck day labourers Fred Ward and Kevin Bacon can save us! A perfect pick-me-up, pretty much fat-free.
The French Connection
The wee man picked this classic off the shelf – good taste, that boy has. Noted this viewing: great score (Don Ellis – see also French Connection II and The Seven-Ups); interesting handwriting by Scheider, Hackman or perhaps some lowly props department shmo; some superb on-location shooting in three of the Five Boroughs.