DEUS EX MACHINA: PROMETHEUS.
In my latest critic of The Cabin in the Woods, I have vigorously stressed how I have felt let down by its alleged never-seen-before twist and ending; therefore judging as excessive and a bit dishonest the hype manufactured by the promotional campaign of the film on this supposed radical element alone. So I was bugged by all this fuss for nothing but I got over it. It is not like I had waited for this movie like it was the Second Coming. And to be fair with its publicity team, they did not market it as such. Which is exactly what they did for PROMETHEUS.
Within living memory, I have never experienced such a burning wait for a film. The way it had been promoted did not only make me believe that I was going to see a cinematographic masterpiece; but also that something incredibly important about life itself would be revealed to me. I know this sounds corny or even crazy but if books can be the vectors of essential revelations why films could not act as such as well? I had valuable reasons to go all mystical about Prometheus. The road to its release had been paved and guarded with so much secrecy that when it finally came out it was almost a religious event. We, those of us who had waited for it, respectful of its mysterious ways, us who did not know and had yet to see, were true believers. Like many men who have faith in a god they had never witness the glorious face, I chose to do a leap of faith and accept the promise of a garden of Eden lodged in the divine-like silence surrounding Prometheus. I played my part but Ridley Scott abandoned me.
AMERICAN HORROR STORY: THE CABIN IN THE WOODS.
I have been told that for a gal, I have boyish taste in films. My all-time favourite director is Paul Verhoeven, I believe Snake Plissken is probably the coolest character in the history of cinema and nothing makes more happy than an over-the-top Steven Seagal’s action flick (I own the integral box-set of his masterpieces. Don’t judge!). It is true that I am a bit of tom-boy in this aspect but there is one thing that prevents from being the ideal male geek partner: I cannot bare horror movies.
Well, I can watch them but I avoid doing it as I know the consequence: months of insomnia and paranoia. I won’t tell you what became of my life after seeing The Exorcist because you would conclude that I am a basketcase. I feel alright though sharing with you what happened when I saw the remake of Dawn of the Dead(2004). Before it begun, I freaked out, imagining that people in the audience were zombies. When it actually started, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Miraculously, the film turned out to be humoristic which helped me cope with the visual atrocity. I discovered that day I could deal with comic horror films. Learning that Joss Whedon - with whom trademark comic relief sense I am very familiar with - had written THE CABIN IN THE WOODS, I knew I would not be signing up for a nightmare festival.
BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW: DARK SHADOWS.
“Has Tim Burton lost his mojo?” is the question that is on everybody’s lips. Judging by the fact that 100.000 visitors have already seen the exhibition dedicated to the director in Paris (in comparison, it took the last year Kubrick event five months to attain this number), the answer seems to be negative. It is not very surprising though considering the worldwide popularity of Tim Burton and the intense love the French public has for him.
However, when reading the press reviews of Burton’s latest opusand listening to people’s opinions, it sounds like his star is fading. While he used to be “untouchable”, Burton has seen ever since the releases of Alice In Wonderland and Sweeney Todd his status of genius director challenged. This deconsecrating process of a sacred monster appears to have reached its epitome with the almost unanimous calling-out of his allegedly disappointingDARK SHADOWS by those who worshipped him until then. If his former advocates hated Dark Shadows, what could possibly be my reaction? As someone who has never been crazy about Burton, I thought that my chances of enjoying it where close to zero. But moved by my passion for vampire films and my eternal naive hope to find even the smallest source for rejoice in everything, I gave it a try.
❒ Single ❒ Taken ✔ Mentally dating Tom Hiddleston
SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED: MARVEL’S THE AVENGERS.
Alright, alright, alright! I know what you are thinking: the title of this review is not very imaginative considering that “Assemble” is the catchy motto of THE AVENGERS. I always try to come up with something original but this time, I could not think of a better one for two reasons.
The first is that “Some assembly required” is of an episode of the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the cult-classic TV show created by Joss Whedon. Beyond the fact that I find very amusing to sort of create a bridge between his past oeuvre and his last production, it also gives me an occasion to tell you that I am a Whedon fan. You will understand quickly why I feel like this confession is essential. Although there are probably more hardcore Buffy and Angel aficionados out there than me, I am a pretty intense scoobie: I watch the seven seasons of Buffy again every year, I sleep in a Sunnydale High School t-shirt, I have a figurine of the Master, I quote the show all the time and when things get tough, I always wonder what Buffy would do. If I could have studied Buffy at university, I would have. However, the second reason has nothing to do with Buffy , the title being a direct reference to the fact that I believe The Avengers would have required some extra more assembly.