Showing posts with label Michael Madsen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Madsen. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Only now does it occur to me... SPECIES II

Only now does it occur to me...  that SPECIES II is not as bad as its reputation would suggest; it's not even as bad as it should be.  Take, for instance, this incredibly heartwarming scene between James Cromwell (L.A. CONFIDENTIAL, THE GREEN MILE, BABE) and Justin Lazard (FRESHMAN DORM).

Also of note:  It's directed by Peter Medak (THE CHANGELING, THE RULING CLASS), but you can't really tell.  And Michael Madsen makes a surprising return, but doesn't merely 'phone in' his performance...

in fact, he doesn't even mail it in– more accurately, he stuffs it into a bottle and flings it at the ocean in the 'general direction' of SPECIES II.  Which is fine, I guess.

On the whole, it's more of the same but with less coherence and no Ben Kingsley:  laughable CGI, H.R. Giger-tentacle-skeleton-erotica, and made-for-Skinemax-level sci-fi horror.  Hooray!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Film Review: BOARDING GATE (2008, Olivier Assayas)

Stars: 2.5 of 5.
Running Time: 106 minutes.
Notable Cast or Crew: Asia Argento, Michael Madsen, Kelly Lin, Kim Gordon, Carl Ng.
Tag-lines: "She's losing control again."
Best one-liner: Everything Asia says.

BOARDING GATE is a pretty enjoyable B-movie, greatly enhanced by the presence of Asia Argento. This is not, however, an art film; it shouldn't be playing at Cannes, it should be playing at Times Square... in the 70's. Assayas' strength has never been his writing, and a lot of it here sounds like bad Skinemax dialogue. Not to mention this possesses one of the most amazingly clumsy expository sequences I've ever seen- as if a former prostitute would show up to her ex-lover/pimp's office after a long time and immediately say things like 'Oh, do you remember what we used to do...you would pay me to have sex with people,' 'Oh, yes, I remember that, that's not ALL I paid you to do, you were also a corporate spy,' etc.

Argento and Michael Madsen are more than up to the challenge of making it watchable, however, and, after all, I DID say this was a B-movie, so I can, and did, forgive it.

A couple of zany Argentos at the Boarding Gate premiere.

Argento is masterful, as always, so connected to her character's situation, plights, and perils, that she lends an extra realism, desperation, and urgency to the proceedings. She's so spot-on, that you never for one second doubt the violence that she metes out or the dire straits in which she finds herself. Argento is the only thing here that belongs in an art film, and it's surely an odd fit, given the Hong Kong action and skin-flick dialogue, but it all adds up to something very enjoyable. A two star B-thriller, kicked up a notch by the prolific Ms. Argento.