Posted: Thursday, May 28, 2015 7:48 am
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                Updated: 2:14 pm, Thu May 28, 2015.
            
        
    
    
            
                
                    
                    
                    
                        
                            
                        
                        I blame Jose Feliciano for this fiasco.
                        
                            
                            
                        
                    
                        
                
                    
                    
                    
                        
                        The smooth-crooning Puerto Rican guitarist appropriated the iconic Doors anthem, "Light My Fire,"
 and, well, ruined it. Nonetheless, its commercial success gave license 
to every artist who sought to modernize or speciously pay homage to a 
work that was already a fixture of our pop culture — acts akin to adding arms to Venus do Milo or fixing the gap in Jewel's teeth. To borrow from a Beatles song massacred by everyone from Tennessee Ernie Ford to Meat Loaf, they all should just "let it be."
                        
                    
                        
                
                                
                                    
                                    And so goes the central theme of the "Poltergeist" and the unavoidable question, "Who the hell thinks they can do better than Steven Spielberg!?"
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Spielberg, of course, wrote and produced the 1982 classic and though horror-headmaster Tobe Hooper ("Salem's Lot," "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre") claimed the director credit, rumor is that Spielberg was at the helm.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Dubiously credentialed director Gil Kenan ("City of Ember") and Pulitzer Prize-winning (re)writer David Lindsay-Abaire
 took on the unnecessary task of rebooting the suburban nightmare of an 
idealized family moving into a home that is a vortex for mischievous 
spirits. Not sure how the home inspector missed that.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    The plot remains intact. The family's youngest daughter is lured into a portal to another dimension (fundamentally Richard Matheson's "Twilight Zone"
 episode, "Little Girl Lost") by spirits who're disgruntled because the 
subdivision cemented over their cemetery. Now someone has to go in, 
rescue her, and clear the path for the poltergeists to find their way to
 the next life and the franchise's sequel.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Kenan's copy manages to cut and 
paste the attributes essential to the original's cachet — the clown, the
 foreboding tree, "They're here," etc. — without any value-add. Worse, 
these come-off like anachronisms. His idea of updating adds an iPhone, 
drone, and TV ghost-chaser (Mad Men's Jared Harris) whose catchphrase, "This house is clean," is poseur alongside Zelda Rubinstein's Tangina delivery.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Casting is also unremarkable. Sam Rockwell (typically a favorite of mine) stands in for the original's Craig T. Nelson, and Rosemarie DeWitt for JoBeth Williams. Neither feels authentic or comfortable in the roles.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    A better re-imagination for contemporary audiences (see sidebar for others) might have been more hip, not ridiculous like, say, Seth Rogen and a bewitching succubus, but stylized like the "Scream" series.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Or just, you know, let it be.
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Med City Movie Guy: 1 Honk
                                    
                                
                                    
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                                    Coming soon, "Schindler's List" in 3D
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    I tolerated the recent remakes of
 "Fame" and "Footloose." Their progenitors were not exactly classics or 
revered material. But "Poltergeist" crosses a line. What's next? How 
about re-imagining these sacrosanct Spielberg icons:
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    #JAWS
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Opens with Police Chief Brody 
(originally Roy Scheider) shooting the scuba tank inside the great 
white's jaws to protect Amity Island revelers. But when PETA launches a 
hashtag campaign questioning whether Brody unnecessarily killed the 
giant beast, his actions come under scrutiny. Sample dialog, "We're 
gonna need a bigger grand jury pool."
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Looters of the Lost Antiquities of Other Sovereign Nations
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Shamed by a student-led social 
network movement, a university caves to pressure and forces a tenured 
professor of archaeology (Indiana Jones) to return every museum artifact
 to its country of origin. Plenty of action as tons of paperwork are 
heroically navigated. Followed by the sequel, "Indiana Jones and the 
Nondenominational Temple of Doom."
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    Thoracic Park
                                    
                                
                                    
                                    John Hammond, you created a new 
world of prehistoric creatures but neglected to develop a healthcare 
system to care for them. He's got podiatry and dermatology covered but 
when his Monster.com post for a 
dino-cardiothoracic surgeon goes unanswered, he does the next best 
thing. He creates one from a drop of Michael E. DeBakey's blood 
preserved on the edge of an old razor.
                                    
                                
Chris Miksanek is a Rochester freelance writer. Follow him on the Center Stage blog at PostBulletin.com.
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