10/26: Green Room
Yeah, I'm crazy behind on my reviews. Weekend before Halloween festivities will do that. Here's muh horror film from Thursday.
10/26: Today's horror film was Green Room starring Sir Patrick Stewart in a very un-Patrick Stewart role. Green Room follows a punk band in dire need of gas money. They end up playing a show at a complex of neo-Nazis and witness a murder. Chaos ensues as Stewart, head of the compound, calls in the big guns (i.e. Nazis with red shoelaces) to take care of the problem and silence the band.
The movie is well made from a technical standpoint and the violence is stark, sudden, and intense. However, beyond the shock factor and a pretty cool concept, there's not much else happening. The dialogue especially is pretty damn hard to get past. It took me awhile to put my finger on what was wrong with it, but the best I can figure is this: the characters all seem to have a language with each other that only they understand. This is typical indicative of good screenwriting actually, but here, it's too much to the point of sounding like gibberish. Majority of the movie I had no clue what the characters were talking about. The band is speaking some punk language with each other, Patrick Stewart is calming saying murdery Nazi things that make no sense, etc. It's so cryptic that I spent most of the movie frustrated having no idea what was happening. It was a weird experience having dialogue detract so much from my enjoyment of a film but hey, there ya go. Throw into the mix that Patrick Stewart actually feels wildly miscast, or his character just isn't written very well. He's the murderous mastermind (supposedly) but he never feels scary the entire film. He's brooding, sure, but he's kind of the most inept neo-Nazi ever. His plans are stupid, his motivations unclear, his dialogue confusing as hell. He's indicative of a movie that never realizes it's potential.
6/10
10/26: Today's horror film was Green Room starring Sir Patrick Stewart in a very un-Patrick Stewart role. Green Room follows a punk band in dire need of gas money. They end up playing a show at a complex of neo-Nazis and witness a murder. Chaos ensues as Stewart, head of the compound, calls in the big guns (i.e. Nazis with red shoelaces) to take care of the problem and silence the band.
The movie is well made from a technical standpoint and the violence is stark, sudden, and intense. However, beyond the shock factor and a pretty cool concept, there's not much else happening. The dialogue especially is pretty damn hard to get past. It took me awhile to put my finger on what was wrong with it, but the best I can figure is this: the characters all seem to have a language with each other that only they understand. This is typical indicative of good screenwriting actually, but here, it's too much to the point of sounding like gibberish. Majority of the movie I had no clue what the characters were talking about. The band is speaking some punk language with each other, Patrick Stewart is calming saying murdery Nazi things that make no sense, etc. It's so cryptic that I spent most of the movie frustrated having no idea what was happening. It was a weird experience having dialogue detract so much from my enjoyment of a film but hey, there ya go. Throw into the mix that Patrick Stewart actually feels wildly miscast, or his character just isn't written very well. He's the murderous mastermind (supposedly) but he never feels scary the entire film. He's brooding, sure, but he's kind of the most inept neo-Nazi ever. His plans are stupid, his motivations unclear, his dialogue confusing as hell. He's indicative of a movie that never realizes it's potential.
6/10
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