Showing posts with label Lance Henriksen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lance Henriksen. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

FILM4 FRIGHTFEST SPECIAL — REVIEW: STUNG

Who doesn't love a good old-fashioned 'nature run amok' creature feature? Aside from campy, low-budget fun flicks from SyFy along the lines of Sharknami or Megagatorcrocasaurus (or something) this is a genre that has actually fallen by the wayside in recent years.
However, that is all set to change, as attendees to the opening night of the Film4 FrightFest in London this weekend will discover. For Stung, the American-German collaboration from Rat Pack Filmproducktion, boasts giant wasps and Lance Fucking Henriksen.
Game on, guys. 
GAME. ON.

STUNG (2015)





Dir: Benni Diez

Starring: Jessica Cook, Matt O'Leary, Clifton Collins Jr, Lance Henriksen, Daniele Rizzo, Eve Slatner, Florentine Lahme, Cecilia Pillado

SPEEDY SYNOPSIS: I'll try not to spoil too much here but read on at your own risk.


Ambitious party-planner Julia (Cook) heads to a sprawling country manor in which wealthy elderly client Mrs Perch (Slatner) is holding her latest exclusive annual gathering for her equally well-off friends. Upon arrival Julia has some worries, not least due to the questionable work ethic of her slacker barman Paul (O'Leary) and the skittish behaviour of Mrs Perch's odd, nerdy, heavy-drinking son Stanley (Collins).

However, as the guests arrive, including louche Mayor Carruthers (Henriksen), Paul proves more reliable than she suspected — probably because he is desperate to impress her and move their relationship from professional to something more romantic.
As the awkward night goes on, things seem to be going well... until a nearby wasps' nest is disturbed. This would be an unpleasant event by itself, however, unbeknownst to the attendees this vicious breed of wasp is one that injects its young into a living host to grow. Now, after becoming exposed to a highly-illegal form of fertiliser, these wasps have mutated, and their young is able to grow exponentially inside its host until said body can hold it no longer.
As the first stings cause wide-spread panic, things take a drastic turn for the worse when 6ft wasps start to burst out of the flesh of their hapless victims. Holed up inside Mrs Perch's isolated home, Julia, Paul and a ragtag group of fellow survivors must find a way to escape the dogged and determined marauding insects before they become food... or something worse.



THE BEST BITS (mild spoiler warning): It may not be entirely necessary to explain this following on from that synopsis, but Stung is a fun film. It feels like a real throwback to the splattery effects-driven genre features of the Eighties, combined with the campy fun of older creature feature B-movies. These influences can be seen dotted throughout writer Adam Aresty's script, as there are plenty of genre in-jokes for the eagle-eyed viewer. Director Diez has built his reputation as a VFX guru and this is certainly one of the strongest areas of the film. With some wonderful practical effects used to bring the monstrous wasps to life (plus some ghoulishly gooey gore effects to highlight the sticky fate of their unfortunate victims), as well as some polished digital effects for some full body and flying shots of the wasps, visually the film is a treat.

It's not only the effects that please the eye either, as the cinematography by Stephan Burchardt is quite stunning at times. From exquisite lighting to sharp and artistic framing, Stung LOOKS like an expensive film. When a picture is built around such an arresting visual conceit, it is always a pleasure to see the execution match the filmmakers' ambition. 
Of course, great visuals (and these are great indeed) are not enough to make an entertaining flick — characters and wit are also necessary.
Thankfully Aresty's story provides enough of both to keep the audience engaged. Sure the characters are a little one-note, but compared to the no-note shiny hipsters that seem to be filling up the cast in most recent Found Footage teen horror releases, they really are a breath of fresh air. This is helped by the performances of a very strong cast. 
Lance Fucking Henriksen is a living legend, a genre star who's very appearance is often enough to elevate whatever he's in to watchable at the very least. He's superb here (as expected) playing a suave lush of a mayor, quietly confident of re-election and coasting by on charm and free booze. Signing an actor of Henriksen's ability was a major coup for the production team and it was definitely one that has paid dividends. 
Equally as impressive a casting decision was that of veteran, multi-award winner Collins. He's another tremendous character actor and he shows such range with his portrayal of Stanley that he may well steal the show. From sadly pathetic to totally frightening, he's a true force to behold on the screen. Utterly, utterly magnificent.
It's not just the supporting players that hold their own, our leads are also impressive. Cook and O'Leary are inherently likeable, a vital factor when a film gives us everyman characters to root for.
Cook gives us just the right amount of feistiness and resolve to not come across as a weak damsel in distress or cold and insensitive pain in the neck. Likewise, O'Leary's Paul is laid back and easygoing without ever coming across as a layabout or liability. These factors give the couple's burgeoning relationship some obstacles to overcome, but they also add to the element of surprise/contrast when the pair show another side, be it more sentimental and passionate or driven and determined. Yet more simple but incredibly effective writing.
And that, ultimately, is Stung's greatest saving grace. Sure, it'll make for a killer VFX showreel for the team that assembled the movie's monster hornets, but it is the heart present in the script that really lingers. There's plenty of humour on display, both in the dialogue and the actions of the characters, that guarantees the film entertains. However, there's also some characters that keep your attention as more than a source of gags and even a romantic sub-plot that you kind of can't help but root for.
Who'd've thought that a flick about killer mutant wasps could actually have a little emotional depth too?



THE WORST BITS (mild spoiler warning): While I love the fact that Stung delivers laughs along with its character work and chills, it does feel a little bit like it's stuck somewhere between the two. Ultimately, this means that it never quite goes for the jugular as batshit, screwball comedy or chilling horror flick. Dare I say that by aiming for too many targets it never really hits the bullseye at any one?
That isn't to say that it under performs — far from it, as the movie is very entertaining and totally satisfying. It's just that with a little more focus it could well have taken the film to whole new heights. With a bit more drive it could well have become a cult-classic splatter flick or gross-out comedy, instead it feels a little like it finds a comfortable groove quite early on and never really ventures out of it.
Elsewhere, while I liked the character work on those that the film deemed worthy of attention, the scale did feel a little small. There was a whole party full of guests at the point that the wasps crash Mrs Perch's bash. I can't help but feel that if just one or two more had made it into the mansion they could have added something to the dynamic, while also upping the ante in the various stalking scenes once the malevolent insects make their way inside. The shame here is that seeing the great work done with the leads and main supporting cast, I can't help but feel that Aresty could have given us some more great characters to dig. 
Finally, in a related note, while I loved the great gore work we do get, I'd have loved to see a bigger body count. Sure we get the party massacre scene but that doesn't actually give us anywhere near as many gruesome splattery deaths as you might expect. With just a couple more characters making it inside (or circling the house), we could have got some more gore gags and innovative kill sequences that could definitely have boosted the pace during the more quiet, talky second act. I'm not implying that it drags, but like my previous qualms, with just a little more focus and effort it could have truly shone.




THE VERDICT: Stung is a great Friday night flick — think beers, a few buddies, the greasy snack of your choice and plenty of fun. The cast is marvellous, the effects sterling and the gags and kills are guaranteed to have you squealing for all the right reasons. Diez and Aresty make quite the team and I can't wait to see what the pair come up with for genre fans in the future. For now though, if you want your horror with plenty of throwback charm, Stung is a movie you will not regret tracking down. Check it out.


Stung will be released in the UK on DVD on 26th October. Pre-order it at Amazon here.

In the meantime, check out the film's official Facebook page for more information.

UK readers planning to attend the Film4 FrightFest will be delighted to hear that the film will playing on the Main Screen on Thursday 27th August.

Read my previous Film4 Frightfest special reviews for Suspension here, The Nightmare here and Wind Walkers here.

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Friday, 18 May 2012

FROM THE CRYPT: PUMPKINHEAD


PUMPKINHEAD (1988)



Dir: Stan Winston
Starring: LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN, George ‘Buck’ Flower and NOBODY else of any consequence whatsoever

This film is one of my all time guilty pleasures. It’s got a cool, Deep South feel, an awesome monster, a nice little morality tale and LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN.
KICK. ASS.

SUMMARY: Back in the 50s a kid who will grow to be LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN witnesses two guys get savaged by some massive, evil demon thing while his mum and dad are all “This don’t not be our business nor nuthin’ thar, boy.” This is because they are rednecks, not retarded.
Fast forward to the present day (well, the 80s, check out those hairstyles!!!! YEAH! Bring back the mullet-fro, that look was AWESOME) and LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN is all grown up and owns a grocery store in the middle of nowhere. He lives with his son who is the spitting image of the Milky Bar Kid. Seriously. They also have a dog called Gypsy. Traveller was probably too much of a mouthful.
When we first see LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN it’s ace because he’s got a flamethrower and is topless and sucking his gut in, with a look on his face that says: “Ladies, I know your boyfriend forced you into watching this, so to thank you for your patience, check out LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN’s FUCKING ABS. Grrrrrrr.”
You can tell LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN and the Milky Bar Kid love each other because young Milky gives him a really shitty clay necklace thing that he made. LFH is all “Oh wow, thanks, I’ll never take this off… um, now let’s go to work and NEVER speak of this again.”
They head down the road to his shop, which is conveniently placed by the side of the road to catch the trade of any city folk on their way to places that no city folk would ever really want to go to. LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN is a genius.
After a while a pair of cars full of city fodder teenagers arrive on their way to some cabin in the woods that no real teenagers would ever really want to go to. There are six of them but only one has any personality. He’s called Joel and I’m guessing the only character notes on his script read: “JOEL IS A COMPLETE COCKHOLE.” He proves this by taking the piss out of the Milky Bar Kid’s glasses.
The rest of the teens say some stuff and one may be COMPLETE COCKHOLE’s brother or something, but seriously, they’re so bland they might as well have arrived wearing body bags.
At this point a group of really grotty rednecks arrives. To show how poor and southern they are, half of them appear to be wearing potato sacks with holes cut in for the arms and head. Not as cool as my body bag idea, but hey ho.
The patriarch of this bunch is George ‘Buck’ Flower. Flower and LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN on screen together? My pants just shit themselves!!!!!
As the fodder teens gawp at the amusing poor people the Sack Cloth Kids chant a creepy poem about Pumpkinhead. At this point I realise my life is so much richer for this film.
It seems that while LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN has an astute business mind and the chiselled physique of a weatherworn Adonis, he’s shit at remembering things like what his customers want. So after George ‘Buck’ Flower reminds him that he needs his stuff, LFH says he’ll deliver it later. George heads off home with the Sack Cloth Kids and LFH asks the Milky Bar Kid to mind the store while he gets George’s shit.
As this happens COMPLETE COCKHOLE decides to start riding his dirtbike around outside the shop and talks one of the fodder into joining him.
UH-OH…
In a completely unexpected turn of events Gypsy runs in front of the bikes, the Milky Bar Kid runs after her and COMPLETE COCKHOLE hits him with his bike. Unfortunately the Milky Bar Kid is not strong and tough enough to survive this.
Then just to compound what a COMPLETE COCKHOLE he is, Joel runs away and tells the fodder they can’t call for help. The others seem nice enough but they’re all so wet nobody calls him on this. So a couple of them stay there with the boy until LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN comes home while the others head to the cabin. I reckon killing a little boy would ruin a holiday even more than if it kept raining. Probably.
LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN comes back, and this is good because he’s the best actor in this film by a country mile. He sees the Milky Bar Kid all dead and stuff and LOSES HIS SHIT. One of the fodder tries to say “Sorry, it was an accident” but LFH gives him a BRILLIANT look of DEATH. This is only the second best face in the film though.
LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN’s look of DEATH was just the beginning though. From here he chucks the Milky Bar Kid’s corpse in his truck and drives to see George ‘Buck’ Flower and the Sack Cloth Kids in their hut in the middle of nowhere. He isn’t just dropping off George’s shopping though (although he does remember it this time — SEE, EVEN AFTER SUFFERING A PERSONAL BEREAVEMENT HE KEEPS HIS SHIT TOGETHER? LFH RULES!), no, he wants directions to an old woman’s house.
For a while I panicked that maybe LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN had decided to deliver meals on wheels to work through his grief, then he clears that up by saying she has ‘powers’. Whoo hoo hoo, YEAH!
George ‘Buck’ Flowers may only have four teeth, a tramp beard and a shack full of kids who will undoubtedly all end up marrying each other, but EVEN he thinks this is a bad idea. Luckily one of the grasping little gormless kids is greedy enough to fuck his advice off and offer to show LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN where she lives himself.
Cue: THE SCARIEST LITTLE SWAMP SHACK IN HISTORY. YESSSSSS! I correct myself, NOW is the moment where I realise my life is so much richer for this film.
LFH slowly walks inside the dingy, cobwebbed, candlelit shack as all manner of creepy crawlies and odd beasties appear on screen to remind you that SHIT JUST GOT REAL. He walks inside (carrying the Milky Bar Kid’s corpse) and sees, illuminated only by flickering flames, a venomous old crone, wizened to the point of appearing deathly.
Called Haggis.

Seriously.

Haggis.

FFS.

It’s a shame, because the character Haggis is fantastic, a nightmarish old witch who just exudes menace. She may be old and decrepit, but she’s survived out in the middle of this swamp for all these years. She knows her shit. LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN looks suitably awestruck. I do not blame him, this bitch is BAD NEWS.
At this point the film really hits its stride. After assuring LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN that while she’s a fucking badass black magic ninja bitch from hell, even SHE can’t bring back the dead, Neeps and Tatties offers LFH a different deal — Vengeance. And by golly he takes it.
If the film hadn’t veered far enough into some kind of twisted dark fairy tale by Stephen King, Sporran sends LFH out into the woods with a shovel and tells him to dig up a particular grave. LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN is still pretty pissed off that he won’t get any more free Milky Bars, so he does it. The pumpkin patch graveyard he discovers is BRILLIANT. If EVER somewhere would be the unholy resting place of the demonic embodiment of vengeance, it’s here.
Also pretty handy for Halloween, I reckon.
So LFH digs up a maggoty, weird giant foetus thing and carries it back to Bagpipes’ shack.
Here Kilt does a seriously evil spell. You can tell it’s evil because a) she takes blood from LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN and the Milky Bar Kid; b) the lighting suddenly goes REALLY red and c) LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN faints. If LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN can’t handle this shit, NATO just went to Red Alert.
Then, in a really cool sequence, the weird maggoty foetus thing grows and transforms into the badass, uber-monster from the beginning of the film. As Stan Winston was a special effects guy who chose this film as his first directorial effort, the monster looks awesome.
Pretty much as soon as Pumpkinhead is revealed, he hares off out the door and after COMPLETE COCKHOLE and the Fodder Crew. So far so good right? I mean LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN had to do a bit of digging but we’ve already seen that godlike physique, haven’t we ladies? That’s no sweat for LFH.
But LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN didn’t know about the TRUE price of summoning Pumpkinhead. Even though Kestrel Lager mentioned it about a hundred times before the summoning. Sometimes LFH needs to read the small print. Or actually listen to what the terrifying old witch crone is telling him.
Anyway, as the demon mercilessly torments and picks off the teens, LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN receives psychic flashes of their fates, forced to share their suffering… and there is even worse yet to come.

Now I’m not going to spoil the whole film here (but I will mention my favourite scenes involving the abandoned old church and when Pumpkinhead gets face to face with the greedy Sack Cloth Kid late on… BEST. FACE. EVER.) so needless to say shit goes down, people get thrown off things (LOTS), the animatronic guys show off their nifty Pumpkinhead model by making him walk around and do cool things and the whole thing comes to suitably ghoulish conclusion. The final sting involving the Milky Bar Kid’s shitty clay necklace is a work of art too.

It’s just a shame they fucking called her Haggis.

HEY, I KNOW YOU:

STAN WINSTON was a special effects genius. He did some of the very best practical effects. The Terminator series, Aliens, the Predator films, Jurassic Park, Iron Man… seriously, the dude was a GOD. May he rest in peace, he made a damn fine contribution to my formative years.

LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN is in loads of brilliant things. He’s Bishop in Aliens, a cop in Terminator, he played the lead role, Frank Black, in the TV series Millennium and is mayor of Awesome Town. If I were to make a new version of The Dirty Dozen, LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN would probably be at least two of them.

George ‘Buck’ Flower is one of those character actors who have been in more 80s films than you realise. He usually played a wino and is ace. Examples of his work include Back To The Future, They Live!, The Fog, Escape From New York and on and on. He’s alright!

John D’Aquino played Joel the COMPLETE COCKHOLE. He’s been in tonnes of shitty TV series. This is still a lot more than all the rest of the cast of this film managed.

‘WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING?’ Pumpkinhead is a demon. Notably, the embodiment of vengeance. Beautifully designed and brought to life by the effects guys, Pumpkinhead looks kind of like a bigger, more expressive version of the knobblier xenomorphs in Aliens.

Also, Pumpkinhead is a FUCKER. He’s properly sadistic with his victims, prolonging their deaths and even taunting the remaining fodder with his prey. The scene where he holds a seriously injured girl’s face to the window to scare the fodder hiding inside is so bastardly, it’s great.
Furthermore, he seems like he’s having fun with it and is especially contemptuous of faith. He carves a crucifix into the face of one victim, mocking her religious views and goes batshit in the abandoned church, smashing a crucifix to buggery just because he can.
It also appears to know a little bit about motorbikes. Hmmmm.
In terms of deadliness, Pumpkinhead is crazy strong, super resilient to damage and one helluva climber to boot. His only real weakness seems to be… SPOILERS… the psychic link he shares with his summoner. If any harm befalls them, it damages him too. Needless to say, this plays a pretty big role in the resolution of the film.
One last thing of note… SPOILERS… those who summon Pumpkinhead are doomed to become him in death. SO that’s right… in the sequel it would be LANCE FUCKING PUMPKINHEAD taking on the world.
Game over, man! GAME OVER!!!!!
PS It’s also A THING (see DIALOL)

BODY COUNT: 11 (6 to Pumpkinhead)

CREATIVE CARNAGE: Pumpkinhead is a FUCKER, so there’s a surprisingly tasty amount to choose from. The best, perhaps unsurprisingly, is when COMPLETE COCKHOLE finally gets his comeuppance. A broken arm, then a broken leg, then impaled through the gut with a shotgun, then lifted up bodily into the air while skewered on said shotgun and finally sliding down the barrel while Pumpkinhead sniggers at him. That’s the only way to describe what he does! He’s like a big, grey bastard Muttley.

CLICHÉ CHECKLIST: AAAAARGH! A SCARECROW!, I’M SO SCARED MY LEGS DON’T WORK!, LOCAL HARBINGER OF DOOM! (although this one is at least decent enough to not say “Y’all gonna die up in them thar hills, y’all.” Instead he stares at them. WITH A BEARD!) CHARACTER’S CREEPY POEM INTRODUCTION, ‘Are you man enough?’, NUMEROUS ‘Goddamn you!’s, FOG = EVIL!, ‘This is all I got’, ‘Oh, you’ll know… you’ll know!’, AAAAARGH! A BIRD!, THIS PLACE WOULD LOOK JUST SWELL WITH SOME BONE DECORATIONS!, ‘Now it begins!’, ‘We’ve gotta get the hell outta here!’ (only one! BOOOOOO!), PETS CAN SENSE EVIL (more than once!), IT’S A HOLY PLACE — IT MUST BE SAFE, OMINOUS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING (pretty much EVERY time Pumpkinhead turns up), FLAMETHROWERS ARE COOL!
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST… ‘Kill me!’

DIALOL: Just about everything that Haggis says should go here.
Even the way she says LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN’s character’s name — ‘Eeeeeed Harrrr-leh’. I can only assume this is why they don’t just call him LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN.
COMPLETE COCKHOLE: ‘If you want to stay here and play with the vegetables, that’s fine with me’ (to the others as they talk to the Milky Bar Kid)
George ‘Buck’ Flowers: ‘She can’t help him, all she can do is take you straight to Hell!”
Haggis: ‘What you ask for got a powerful price…’
Haggis: ‘There’s an old graveyard way back in them woods. Mountainfolk used to bury kin in there — kin they’s ashamed of’
Haggis: ‘For each of man’s evils a special demon exists. You’re looking at Vengeance — cruel, devious, pure-as-venom Vengeance.’
LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN: ‘God Damn you! God Damn you!’ Haggis: ‘He already has, son. He already has.’
COMPLETE FUCKING COCKHOLE: ‘It’s got her!’ Fodder: ‘What’s got her?’ COMPLETE FUCKING COCKHOLE: ‘It’s a thing!’ Fodder: ‘What thing, man?’ COMPLETE FUCKING COCKHOLE: ‘I don’t know, IT’S A THING!!!!!!’

10 WORD WRAP UP: LANCE FUCKING HENRIKSEN in Stephen Kingesque redneck vengeance demon classic


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