Finally caught up on reviews!
October 10
As blasphemous as it is rollicking,
The Day of the Beast boasts an undeniable energy from the first frame, as our hero (Álex Angulo in a cheerful performance) sets out to commit any sin he can think of so that he can find easy passage to save the world from the Antichrist. Along the way, he's joined by a metal-head record store employee (Santiago Segura, clearly having fun as a stereotypical headbanger) and eventually a TV paranormal expert/con man (a wonderfully droll Armando De Razza) on his quest that involves a cornucopia of gags, some involving chalk, outrageous physical humor and bizarre non sequiturs that initially don't seem like they have much to do with anything with the film's plot. As it turns out, though, there's a lot more to this story than it initially appears, and while it's not terribly complicated, I did appreciate that there was a lot of ambition to how they wanted this Biblical showdown to play out, especially when there's quite a bit more subjectivity than the premise lets on. There, the film's energy is let down by some flagging pacing that mutes the enthusiasm enough to cool it down, but thankfully, business picks up in a big, big way for a finale that defies any easy explanation, both from thematic standpoint (surprisingly ambiguous) and from a sheer content perspective (unsurprisingly in-goddamn-fucking-sane). This marks the second film I've seen of Alex de la Iglesia, the first being the "bitter divorce-informed episode of Scooby Doo on so, so many drugs" that was
Witching & Bitching, and between these two, it's clear that he's a filmmaker that demands a much deeper dive to see just what else he can think of that no one earth should and how much gusto he puts into it.
October 11
The film noir nightmare to perhaps end them all,
Lost Highway is yet another example of just how truly singular David Lynch is as a creative talent, not to mention just how great he is at making you jump out of your seat with only the simplest of visual ideas. Frequently imitated and seldom equaled (if ever), Lynch handles a tricky narrative in which events never quite coalesce in a logical way, despite barreling along with a general progression that feels like it's missing a lot of key elements from a typical potboiler. As it's hinted at throughout, though, we're not so much going through the motions as we're seeing them through the eyes or more precisely through the perception of a man who is terrified by the immediate moment as well as the grim future that awaits him (Bill Pullman, proving to be a surprisingly versatile performer as Fred, and certainly right in the wheelhouse of other Lynch protagonists).
Then, in true Lynch fashion, the story completely shifts, figuratively and quite literally, and we're suddenly thrust into what can be best described as a new reality: a new lead is cast, a new story is charted and we seemingly move away from the dread-soaked, red curtained interiors for a far sunnier disposition, marked by a more youthful exuberance and more outright comedy. That's when it's too late to notice the complex trap that Lynch has set, as this seemingly discordant section of the film has everything to do with the first, offering up new clarity and understanding to how we got to where we're at without quite getting the full picture. At this point, this is where the genius of the film is really shown off, as the deeply frayed mind we've likely been peering through ("likely" is about as good as it gets whenever it concerns Lynch, and gosh, do I love him for that) struggles against falling in line with the plot he's drawn himself into while knowing deep down that he's quickly arriving at a foregone conclusion. Despite the lack of pyrotechnics, this internalized disaster feels like a true calamity, and watching it unfold in every unnerving and gruesome way makes you sick to your stomach in the best way imaginable.
For a cameo-ridden film, including the final appearances of longtime Lynch counterpart Jack Nance and a surprisingly not-exploitative appearance from Richard Pryor, it's amazing how little they distract, as if they're exactly where they need to be, even among the larger featured players like Patricia Arquette (who does a fantastic job in her dual role) and Robert Loggia (using his skills as a character actor to chilling effect, being genuinely hilarious and convincingly monstrous, often in the same scene). I know that Balthazar Getty receives a fair bit of criticism, and while on paper, it's not a great performance considering how much screen time he gets, it winds up being just the kind of thing the movie needs, which might be more praise for Lynch specifically, but the right actor in the right role can work wonders when used correctly, as I feel is the case here. All the other elements you expect out from Lynch on a technical level are present, but I really did like his choice to compliment Angelo Badalamenti's score with the additional work of Trent Reznor, both for the eerie industrial slices he produces as well as the licensed soundtrack choices (not much wonder that the soundtrack itself was such a big hit), as it helps to reinforce the themes that Lynch is working with here.
It's crazy to be this floored again by another film this marathon, especially so soon after seeing one masterpiece in the form of
Man Bites Dog, but this is clearly another one and will assuredly get some heavy play for years to come. There may never come a day where I grasp it the same way that Lynch, but I'll be damned if I'm not gonna try to anyway.
October 12
Imagine the elevator pitch for
My Soul is Slashed in your head: Ken Ogata was a mere pharmaceutical manager until corporate subterfuge sets him up to take the fall and requires him to have a more permanent leave of absence, only for one complication to arise: an accidental transfusion of Dracula's actual blood! Yes, that is indeed the premise of this horror-comedy, and as one might suspect, it's a bit heavier on the second part of the equation. But in a somewhat rare and certainly refreshing manner, the film does show a deep appreciation for the most popular imagery associated with the Count while also mounting its own show of force as far as depicting his abilities, and it establishes that love right from the get-go with a rather loving title credits sequence that imagines Dracula's most iconic moments through the use of dioramas. Being a more gentle film, the vampiric powers do take a bit of a back seat as Ishikawa has to come to terms with his newfound status as not only the heir to a great and dark legacy, but having to deal with how life has gone on without him in the interim, particularly where it concerns his family. Thanks to Ogata's performance, he's able to switch effortlessly from physical comedy to aching longing, and even gets to try out an outright romantic role at times, as Ishikawa's growing relationship with the one woman who can help him out (who, in an incredible development worthy of a film with a concept like this, grew up with Dracula as her ideal Prince Charming) is rather sweet, helped out by the silly yet sincere performance that Narumi Yasuda puts forth. You even forgive the film for not making that big a deal out of the comeuppance that eventually comes to Ishikawa's murders as it's very secondary to scenes where he feels the pangs of heartbreak to see his wife struggle to move on with her life, or trying to be a better father to his daughter than he was while alive, which goes to show that even with a crazy concept like this film has, good writing for the characters is still possible and quite effective. Through all the strange moments it has, it winds up as such a fun and goodhearted film that simply loves its subject matter, and it's hard not to love it right back.
Films for Oct 13: With all this fantasy, isn't is about time to embrace some reality? First up is
Ghostwatch, said to be one of the scariest things ever produced for television, and I'm eager to see how well it's managed to hold up for someone who wasn't a British TV watcher back in 1992 when it was first unleashed unannounced. Then, we discover whether or not that the claims of
The Blair Witch Project not being the first major found footage breakthrough film of the 90s is true, as
The Last Broadcast has something to say about that.