Archive for March, 2008

The Friday Night Fright: Maléfique

Set, for the most part, in just one cell in a French prison, Maléfique has an intensely claustrophobic feel to it. The lead character is Carrère, a white collar criminal doing time for fraud. Sharing the room with him are some very eccentric characters – Marcus, a transvestite muscleman, Paquerette, a retarded young man who grew up living with pigs before eating his infant sister and Lassalle an intellectual driven mad by too much knowledge who murdered his wife at breakfast one morning.

When these odd and decidedly unpleasant characters stumble on a book hidden in one of the walls, written by a serial killer at the start of the twentieth century, things start to get a little weird. For as well as being a serial killer, Danvers, the books author, was also adept in black magic. When they realise that the spells in the book really work they see it as a way to escape their prison, but will it lead them to freedom or to eternal damnation? To call this Hellraiser meets Cube in a French prison would be oversimplifying things but there are certainly elements of those films present. It’s to the writers’ credit that this never feels like a rehash of old ideas.

I’ve never come across any of the cast before but they are uniformly excellent. With such an enclosed environment the interaction of the characters is very much to the fore, and it’s down to the playing of these four actors that the film is so successful. While director Eric Valette cranks up the tension admirably and there are some extremely effective gory set pieces it’s the characters that will stay in your memory.

Watching the Detectives: Sean Connery is William of Baskerville in The Name of the Rose

Sean Connery gets the abbey habit as the very Holmesian William of Baskerville (even his name is a nod to the greatest of fictional detectives) in Jean-Jacques Annaud’s film about murder in a Fourteenth Century monastery, based on the novel by Umberto Eco.

Rarely has history seemed as grim as it does here, this isn’t the fairytale history of Arthurian-style movies, this is a cold, dirty place that’s about as welcoming as a sleepover at the Texas Chainsaw Massacre family home. Some of the residents could give Leatherface a run for his money as well, with the flagellating monk who looks like a fat sweaty version of Uncle Fester topping the list, along with the always welcome Ron Perlman as the loopy hunchback, Salvatore.

Yet for such an outwardly bleak film its script has a wonderfully playful sense of humour. “That’s elementary, my dear Adso” states Connery early on, in another reference to Doyle’s famous sleuth, and he gets some great dialogue with his apprentice Adso (a youthful stand-in for Dr. Watson, played with admirable restraint by a very young Christian Slater ) including a Bond-like quip when one of the brothers turns up dead, stuffed headfirst in a barrel.

Connery may be the main focus but there’s hardly any member of the cast that doesn’t seem perfectly suited for the part. Perlman steals every scene he’s in, and that’s saying something when you’re up against an old pro like Sean, while F. Murray Abraham is hissably bad as Bernardo Gui the Inquisition’s answer to Moriarty.

On The Move

I’ll keep this brief. Mine Was Taller is moving to a new host, WebFaction. This should improve the speed of the site, which has been a bit slow of late. Hopefully it will go smoothly and I’ll see you at the other end.

Literally Speaking: Sahara

Twenty-five years after making his first cinematic appearance in the box office bomb Raise the Titanic, Dirk Pitt, hero of many a Clive Cussler novel, returned with this loud, derivative and frankly rather dull action movie.

Think Indiana Bond and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what the producers were aiming for here. We go from Bond style boat chase, complete with Bondian score, to a desert action sequence that gives us a glimpse of what Indiana Jones might have been like if it had a talentless hack like Breck Eisner at the helm. I like Matthew McConaughey, in the right part he can be quite effective, but one thing he isn’t is an action hero. He’s not helped by a script that feels like it was put together by committee, which, given the number of writers who worked on it, is probably close to the truth.

It’s not just McConaughey who underperforms; Penélope Cruz looks like she’s just there to get a tan while Steve Zahn does the comedy-sidekick-by-numbers. William H. Macy has his eye on a potential cash cow with the ending setting him up as a Mr Waverly type in what could have been The Man from NUMA (that’s National Underwater and Marine Agency in case you were wondering).

Time For An Upgrade…

Regular readers may be wondering what’s been going on with Mine Was Taller of late. After starting the year with a post (almost) everyday things have dropped off to the point where I haven’t written anything for almost two weeks. In part this was because I needed a break, having overloaded on watching and writing about films at the start of the year, but I intended that break to come to an end when I posted a couple of reviews at the end of February.

Which brings us to the reason I’ve been AWOL for the past couple of weeks. With the end of the HD format war I decided it was time to say goodbye to my old Panasonic 32in CRT TV which had served me well since I got my first DVD player almost 10 years ago, and, after much contemplation, I decided on a 40in Samsung LCD with full 1080p capability as its replacement.

Last Wednesday it arrived and I’ve been basking in its glow for the better part of a week now. The same day I got a Home Theatre PC which does a nice job of upscaling SD DVDs, and I have plans to install a Blu-ray drive in it sometime in the next month or so.

For those who are yet to take the plunge it really is worth it, with DVDs (at least those with a decent transfer) looking better than they ever did on my old CRT set. In fact a simple rule of thumb seems to be that is something looked good before it will look better and if it looked bad before it will look absolutely dreadful.