Thursday, May 28, 2015

Chuck Koplinski: 'Poltergeist' a solid remake of 1980s horror classic



Unlike the unwanted, supernatural characters at its core, director Gil Kenan's "Poltergeist" does not overstay its welcome. Playing somewhat like a Cliff's Notes version of the Tobe Hooper/Steven Spielberg classic, this re-do recreates, and sometimes improves upon, the many iconic moments from the 1982 feature, wasting little time to deliver one round after another of effective scares. That they don't feel all that fresh is due not only to its remake status but also because so many other effective fright films in recent years have covered similar territory, making it difficult for Kenan and screenwriter David Lindsay-Abaire to bring anything new to the table.
The premise is a familiar one, so Kenan dispenses with it quickly — Eric and Amy Bowen (Sam Rockwell and Rosemarie DeWitt, both very good) are in the market to downsize, as he's been recently laid off, and find a heck of a deal on a roomy house in a nice subdivision. Not wanting to look this gift horse in the mouth, they close on it, move in and the spooky shenanigans begin. Their youngest, Madison (Kennedi Clements), begins having conversations with someone or something in her closet, middle-child Griffin (Kyle Catlett) draws the short straw and gets the attic bedroom where he discovers a creepy clown collection, while their eldest Kendra (Saxon Sharbino) ... well, she's a teenage girl so she's too wrapped up in herself to be aware of things that go bump in the night.
Films of this sort live and die by their set pieces and Kenan is able to stage them in such a way that more than a few genuine scares are delivered. Utilizing computer graphics to their full potential, the director creates a sense of pervasive malevolence in the Bowens' home that is genuinely unsettling. Kendra's encounter with muck-covered ghosts in their garage is unsettling, while the infamous tree from the first film takes on a life, and indeed a personality, of its own here that prompted giggles of anticipation as to what it had in store for poor Griffin. As for the clowns, let's just say if you suffer from coulrophobia, dismiss any idea you may have of seeing this film thinking that in facing your fear you may be cured. This is a wrong-headed notion that should be abandoned at all costs. You've been warned.
With films of this sort, so much depends on the skill of its child performers, and Kenan is fortunate to have found Clements and Catlett. The former is key to our buying into the premise and that she's able to convey a belief in these malevolent intruders not only makes it easier for the audience to play along but raises the emotional stakes as well. Catlett is also very good, going from a tremulous child to one of great bravery and confidence, all of it done with nary a self-conscious gesture or line reading. Unlike most child performers, we look forward to their scenes as opposed to dreading them. As expected, Rockwell and DeWitt are solid while the script's one innovation — that of bringing in a rakish paranormal investigator as opposed to the minute elderly psychic played by Zelda Rubinstein in the original — is justified by the self-aware, humorous turn by Jared Harris as Carrigan Burke.
As well done as this ghost story is, it can't help but suffer in comparison to the Hooper original as well as recent entries such as "Insidious," "The Conjuring," "Sinister" as well as many others. While Kenan & Co. should be commended for a fine job, they're unable to scare up anything new where the haunted house genre is concerned.
Poltergeist ★★★ (out of 4)
Cast: Sam Rockwell, Rosemarie DeWitt, Kennedi Clements, Kyle Catlett, Jared Harris, Saxon Sharbino, Jane Adams, Susan Heyward and Nicholas Braun.
Directed by Gil Kenan; produced by Nathan Kahane, Roy Lee, Sam Raimi and Robert Tapert; screenplay by David Lindsay-Abaire.
An MGM Release. 93 minutes. Rated PG-13 (intense frightening sequences, brief suggestive material and some language) At AMC Village Mall 6, Carmike 13 and Savoy 16.
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Wiig struggles mightily to bring life to 'Me' (★★). Oh, if Eliot Laurence has only rewritten or had someone else take a crack at his script for "Welcome to Me," director Shira Piven and her game cast might have really had something special on their hands. Though running a scant 87 minutes, the film is brimming with worthy, timely ideas such as the realization of Andy Warhol's prediction that everyone would be famous for 15 minutes, the need for better services for the mentally ill and the very nature of the morality of modern media. Unfortunately, these ideas are referenced but never fully developed, being used instead as fodder for cheap, awkward laughs while the film's veteran cast is all but wasted.
From the start, it's obvious that Alice Klieg lives in her own little world, in a small apartment cluttered with meticulously categorized VHS tapes of episodes of "The Oprah Winfrey Show," various swan figurines and a very large bed. She struggles with depression, tries to work through her problems with the help of her kindly therapist (Tim Robbins) and looks to Oprah's oeuvre for advice at every turn. This is a daily battle for her but her routine is forever changed when she wins $86 million in the California Lottery, an event that allows her to realize her dream, for better or worse, of writing, starring and producing her own talk show.
Rich Ruskin (James Marsden), president of the struggling New Vibrance Channel, is more than happy to let Alice tilt at her windmill to the tune of $15 million for 100 episodes, much to the chagrin of his partner and brother Gabe (Wes Bentley), who not only has moral qualms about this but ultimately falls for the woman who soon becomes an Internet sensation. Her two-hour shows consist of segments like "You Got Everything, I Got Nothing," others that feature conversations between Alice and her mother with a scoreboard tallying how many times they insult one another as well as re-enactments of traumatic events in her life. These are always a highlight as they always end with our heroine in tears, yelling at the poor actresses who've been hired to play her and her adversaries, only to come to some sort of personal realization.
The script alludes to the fact that Alice's show becomes something of a sensation but never weighs in on how those in the media react to it or how it impacts those with a similar diagnosis as Alice. Equally frustrating is the lack of development where potentially interesting characters are concerned. Jennifer Jason Leigh is cast as one of Ruskin's veteran advisers and while we can tell she has a great deal of experience in the television field, she's never allowed to weigh in on what is going on; she simply looks frustrated once or twice and then quits. It's implied that Ruskin himself suffers from a crisis of conscience once libel suits start pouring into the station, but the opportunity to provide him with a bit of complexity is wasted as well. Joan Cusack as the show's director is given short shrift also.
Rarely do I wish that a movie were longer, but in this case an extra 20 minutes devoted to looking at the ripple effect of Alice's show as well as providing time for character introspection would have been time well spent. Unfortunately, much like its main character, "Welcome to Me" is far too insular for its own good.
Good intentions can't overcome faulty 'Tomorrowland' script (★★). If good intentions were all that was necessary in making a good movie, Brad Bird's "Tomorrowland" would be considered an instant classic. As written by Damon Lindelof and the director, the film is an earnest plea for the renewal of the sort of national optimism that fueled the space race, an unabashedly optimistic look at the potential we have as not simply a species but the planet as a whole. No cynics are allowed here and while the sincerity Bird and all involved bring is commendable, it all works in the service of a faulty script that tries to get far too much mileage out of its flimsy, albeit noble idea.
Ironically, things get off on a rather sour note as one-time boy genius, now full-time curmudgeon Frank Walker (George Clooney) recounts for an unseen audience his experiences at the 1964 World's Fair, which he attended wide-eyed with wonder, presenting his homemade jetpack to Dr. Nix (Hugh Laurie) in the hopes he may be able to help with its design flaws. Instead, he's rebuffed but a precocious little girl named Athena (Raffey Cassidy) takes an interest in him, giving him a pendant that, when touched, transports him to a magical, futuristic land where geniuses and visionaries reside, all striving to make the world a better place.
Flash forward 50 years and we meet Casey Newton (Britt Robertson), a young woman as bright and eager as Walker once was, whose unbridled enthusiasm is squashed at every turn by a constant stream of dire environmental and political events as well as the attitude of jaded adults. She too comes to the attention of Athena, who passes on her last magical pendant to her, something that sparks her curiosity, so much so that she sets out to find out more about it, a journey that eventually takes her to Walker's doorstep, who wants nothing to do with her or her questions.
For a movie with such an urgent agenda it takes far ... too ... long ... for it to get to what it really wants to say. Casey's journey for answers is delayed and detoured by one artificial narrative roadblock after another as car chases, series of needless questions and far too many silly misunderstandings keep the film from gaining any traction and alienates the audience as a result. (Perhaps the most irritating diversion is Casey's stop at a memorabilia shop that contains one Disney/Star Wars/Marvel product placement after another. Make a drinking game out of spotting these and you'll be out of booze in three minutes.)
Clooney and Robertson both do a fine job but their labors are for naught. Once the final conflict is revealed the film's ending proves to be the very definition of "anticlimactic." And while the ultimate message in "Tomorrowland" is worthwhile and necessary, the sort of optimism it subscribes to is a bit too nearsighted and naive to truly take to heart.
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