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Monday, 5 October 2015

Review: Hotel Transylvania 2

World of Blackout Film Review

Hotel Transylvania 2 Poster

Hotel Transylvania 2 (2D)
Cert: U / 89 mins / Dir. Genndy Tartakovsky / Trailer
WoB Rating: 4/7


Back in 2012, the first Hotel Transylvania flick had its work cut out somewhat, as it was dropped into the same release slot as ParaNorman and Frankenweenie, both of which enjoyed their ghoulish heritage much more overtly, and both of which also played with heavier themes. This year, however, the Robert Smigel/Adam Sandler-penned sequel has a clear run at the box office, so how does it fare?

The answer is better than last time, if just as blandly, somehow. The main drawback seems to be that the film's 'spooky' setting is just that, rather than a technique to frame a more layered story. Primarily a comedy, the slapstick moments are well timed and executed, but the rest of the humour relies on Addams/Munsters-level punnery, much of which has been done before, elsewhere and with the tongue more firmly in the cheek. The family-audience I sat with guffawed heartily at the film's more riotous scenes, but anything calmer than those (which is the majority of the film) left them worryingly silent.

That said, the film dabbles at bringing some subtext to the party with slightly heavy-handed and faintly insincere themes of xenophobia and cross-generational relevance. They're pretty much slapped down on the table and not pondered over to deeply, but fair play to Smigel and Sandler for having them there at all. The idea that Dracula is still actually running a hotel is largely an afterthought this time round too, presumably because all of those gags were done to death in the first film. Again, credit where it's due, since I'd rather have it fleetingly referenced than a rehash of what went before. Taking the action away from the castle and into the outside world allows it to breathe more than its predecessor could.

Ultimately, Hotel Transylvania 2 doesn't do anything remotely new, but nor does it do anything too badly, which is where it scores its marks. Definitely a film for the younger crowd, there's nothing particularly spooky in there, more what a marketing committee thinks spooky should look like if you want to upset absolutely no-one. Like a Tim Burton cover-version with all the sass and the kitsch stripped away.

As harmlessly enjoyable as it all is, the film loses a point for Sony's shoehorning in of their own branded products whenever a mobile phone or television are on-screen, which is far too often. Shameful product-placement*1 (yet paradoxically shameless in its implementation).

One thing's for sure though: as Adam Sandler in the digital realm goes, the pixels of Hotel Transylvania 2 are far, far easier to stomach than the pixels of Pixels…



Is this film worth paying £10+ to see?
Oh, God no.


Well, I don't like the cinema. Buy it, rent it, or wait for it to be on telly?
This is a Sunday afternoon DVD.

[Even if the words "Blu Ray Disc" are inserted into the film's script with the same deftness and subtlety as the Sony products. There's nothing here that will be lost by watching the film in standard-def.]



Does this film represent the best work of the leading performer(s)?
With the best will in the world, I should hope not.


Does the film achieve what it sets out to do?
It does.


Will I think less of you if we disagree about how good/bad this film is?
Not really.


Oh, and is there a Wilhelm Scream in it?
There isn't.


…but what's the Star Wars connection?
Director Genndy Tartakovsky was also the man behind the 2D-animated Star Wars: Clone Wars series.


And if I HAD to put a number on it…




*1 Although I'm also genuinely amazed at the Sony-film's numerous references to 'Batman' and 'Batmobile', which are owned by Warner Bros (although these are scripted lines only, there's nothing visual and no intellectual property lines are crossed).

DISCLAIMERS:
• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.
• Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.
• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organisations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Review: Pixels

World of Blackout Film Review


Pixels (2015 film)
Pixels (3D) Poster


Pixels is a 2015 American comedy film [citation needed] produced by Columbia Picures and Happy Madison Productions, based on a 1982 video game in which the players control Adam Sandler and Kevin James, urinating over the smouldering ashes of a generation's charred memories of adolescent fun.

The film is directed [citation needed] by Chris Columbus, rated 12A in the UK, runs for 106 excruciating minutes and holds an overall score of 18% on review-aggregator site Rotten Tomatoes.
It is a longer, much more painful version of its trailer.




Plot
A sort of shoddily re-hashed Ghostbusters, filtered through Wreck-It Ralph, but with the wit, warmth or inventiveness of neither. After NASA send a video-cassette of gameplay footage into the solar system in 1982, a race of aliens misunderstands the… y'know, what? Fuck it. That's already more effort than the film makes to explain itself.

Evil pixel-y things fall from sky!
Adam Sandler must save world whilst hitting on MILF!

That's about it.
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Cast
• Adam Sandler as a charmless, underachieving man-child in a dead-end 'cable guy' job who's chosen to save the world because he's special, see? (and is friends with the US President) Like all the best [citation needed] Adam Sandler characters, he doesn't have to change one single iota throughout the entire screenplay, as acceptance by his superiors, the admiration of his peers and the awe of humanity's enemies is all handed directly to him in return for no effort. Most importantly, for a champion video-game player, Sandler himself is never seen actually playing any video games. Not once.

• Kevin James as Adam Sandler's best friend who has inexplicably (ie, it's not explained) been elected US President. At first I thought this could be a subtle play on Bill Gates' 'be nice to geeks' quip, but since his character is demonstrably thick as pigshit and every bit as charming, it hardly underlines the point.

• Josh Gad, who's mostly there because Adam and Kevin are. He plays a geek and conspiracy theorist who is a closeted gay when it suits the script for cheap laughs, but is mostly enamoured by a fictional female game character (Ashley Benson) whose incarnation as an actress is markedly less lifelike than her 8-bit pixelated form.

• Michelle Monaghan as Lieutenant Colonel Van Patten of the US Military who is also a single-mother, but who is still reduced to being The Girl One™ on account of this being an Adam Sandler film.

• Peter Dinklage struts around the film as a cocky, self-absorbed video-game champion with no redeemable qualities until the third-act reveal that he cheated in the Finals, after which he struts around as a cocky, slightly contrite video-game ex-chamption with no redeemable qualities. Dinklage can do comedy, he just doesn't do it here.

• Brian Cox as another X-Men alumnus mistakenly believing that Pixels would be a good way to show that old guys can have fun, too! Plays a constantly angry Army-major stereotype who's so crudely pencilled into the script he's more of a monotype.

• Sean Bean as a Professional Yorkshireman, again, whose role as a British Army major is to unconvincingly yet unquestioningly spout a script full of Americanisms.
The entertainment industry's search for Bean's self-awareness continues.
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Scripting
Sandler clumsily ad-libs his way around a script which took longer to read back than it did to write, whilst the other performers recite their lines with a a combination of disbelief and world-weary acceptance.
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Effects
All things considered, the CGI interpretations of 1980s video-game classics are relatively good. Still not outstanding, but certainly more accomplished than anything else in the film. The 3D presentation is thoroughly under-used, given the film's penchant for having digital creatures flying around the screen at frequent intervals.
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Critical Response
Movie-blog World Of Blackout scored the film 1 out of 7, the site's lowest rating, stating "Pixels is a towering monument to lazy and inept screenwriting and performance; the living embodiment of everything that's wrong with focus-grouped, Hot Topic nostalgia. It's the Hollywood studio-system's equivalent of Peter Kay asking you if you remember Pac-Man for two hours, by the end of which you'll wish you didn't."
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Summary
The film Pixels comprises of an attack on Earth by extra-terrestrials who learned about human civilisation from a VHS cassette launched into space in 1982. The film doesn't go so far as explaining why the alien forces then go on to make references to both Paperboy and Max Headroom, both of which were developed in 1984.

If a film about popular culture can't even get its own references right, why should an audience bother?

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And if I HAD to put a number on it…



DISCLAIMERS:
• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.
• Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.
• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organisations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.

Friday, 10 April 2015

Review: Paul Blart - Mall Cop 2

World of Blackout Film Review

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 Poster

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2
Cert: PG / 94 mins / Dir. Andy Fickman / Trailer
WoB Rating: 1/7


First things first and credit where it's deservedly due: Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is a PG-rated comedy which is entirely content to be a PG-rated comedy. It's essentially a kids' film with a (mostly) adult cast, and stays well clear of the ongoing frat-pack trend of peppering the script with unnecessary fuck-bombs to earn a more credible 15 Certificate, then throwing in a couple of dick-shots for good measure. In this respect, the film achieves its goals admirably...

…that being said, why has Kevin James waited six years to resurrect his most patronising and insulting character in an unwarranted sequel to a poorly-received original? Well, I'd imagine the short answer to that question involves Money™and the long version revolves around Not Having Any Other Ideas™.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is awful. Bloody awful. The film's first half hour is laboured, the second is tedious, and the third is an insult to everyone who's actually put aside some of their precious life to watch the film. If you think watching a fat man falling over is funny, then Paul Blart 2 has a joke it would like to tell you. Eight times. No seriously, I had to keep a count after seeing four of them in the trailer. Not including deliberate dives and slides, there's a pratfall every eleven minutes, on average. Then there's a sequence in which we're asked to believe that Kevin James would fit inside a suitcase, despite a) it being a regular-sized case, and b) the film having spent the previous hour pointing at James and making fat-jokes.

The film's first act sets up so many callbacks that the third act needs to start after twenty minutes, just to give it time to reel them all back in. Kevin James and Nick Bakay's awkward script limps along with regularly placed gaps, which I imagine are intended to be filled with the rollicking peals of the audience's uncontrollable laughter. These yawning chasms were met by Friday night's audience with a resentful silence. I'm aware that comedy is often entirely subjective, but Paul Blart 2 just isn't funny. Oh, and I didn't watch this in an empty auditorium, by the way. Well, it was empty of mirth, patience and goodwill, but y'know…

Kevin James does that 'cringe-inducing' thing really well. Probably slightly too well, if I'm being honest. Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 is a little like the UK version of The Office. Except with no laughs, no charm, and a fat man falling over every eleven minutes.

Avoid.



Is this film worth paying £10+ to see?
Go away.


Well, I don't like the cinema. Buy it, rent it, or wait for it to be on telly?
Go away.


Does this film represent the best work of the leading performer(s)?
I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA.


Does the film achieve what it sets out to do?
*sighs*.


Will I think less of you if we disagree about how good/bad this film is?
*glares*.


Oh, and is there a Wilhelm Scream in it?
There is. During the 'battle-finale'.
And I'm actually deducting a point for the film besmirching Private Wilhem's name like that
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…but what's the Star Wars connection?
Paul Blart 2 stars Neal McDonough, who appeared in Captain America: The First Avenger along with Sam 'Windu' Jackson.


And if I HAD to put a number on it…




DISCLAIMERS:
• ^^^ That's dry, British humour, and most likely sarcasm or facetiousness.
• Yen's blog contains harsh language and even harsher notions of propriety. Reader discretion is advised.
• This is a personal blog. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own thoughts (at the time of writing) and not those of the people, institutions or organisations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.