Moulin Rouge! (2001).

The Scoop:
Just look at those happy, cloying faces. So full of happiness and song, so eager to keep you entertained...

Baz Luhrmann's extravagant, self-aggrandizing, over-the-top redefinition of the movie musical is a stunning, landmark achievement despite its narrative shortcomings. Despite having an overlong running time and getting mired down in its tedious, melodramatic love story in its latter half, "Moulin Rouge!" (yes, the exclamation point is an essential part of the title) works best as a summation and celebration of all the popular music and culture of the last century. Set at the turn of the 20th century and using all the flash, glamour and storytelling magic of the turn of the 21st century, the narrative is propelled by a fascinating potpourri of music, in which hard rock, showtunes, jazz and opera are blended together seamlessly. It is as if Busby Berkeley, Rodgers and Hammerstein, and Nirvana all came together in a gloriously campy fever dream. (In fact, the soundtrack features vocal contributions from both Placido Domingo and Ozzy Osbourne.)

The story, such as it is, concerns the growing love triangle between sensitive poet Christian (Ewan MacGregor), cabaret performer Satine (Nicole Kidman) and the diabolic Duke (Richard Roxburgh). It takes place in and around the titular nightclub, the turn of the century Paris hotspot popularized by the art of Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (played here by John Leguizamo on his knees). The cast, not to mention the seemingly endless parade of extras, all are in fine voice and give fun, high-energy performances, but it is Jim Broadbent who tops them all as Harold Zidler, the ringmaster of the club's exuberant extravagance.

The film's billing as "a sensual ravishment" is an apt description -- especially in the sense that "ravishment" is a polite euphemism for "rape." Luhrmann fully crystalizes the vision he had shown earlier glimpses of in "Swing Kids" and "William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet" by assaulting the viewers with a kaleidescope of color, sound, editing and exuberance that is truly breathtaking. When it works, as in the first half of the film, particularly during Christian and friends' first visit to the nightclub, it is a knockout, a stunning work of genius. But as the paper-thin story begins to stray from that light-heartedness and into the turgid dramatics of the play-within-the-movie and the love triangle, the approach becomes both sappy and overbearing.

In spite of its problems, though, "Moulin Rouge!" remains a must-see film. Not only is it entertaining, but it also revived the art of the movie musical and its visual style has influenced the "baroque cabaret" styles of fashion and pop music that have persisted throughout the decade.

Best Bit:
It's a toss-up between Broadbent singing "Like a Virgin" and Kylie Minogue popping up as the green absinthe fairy.

Side Note:
During the shoot, Nicole Kidman broke two ribs and twisted a knee in one of the dance sequences. In many of the shots that wound up in the finished film, she performed in a wheelchair.

Companion Viewing:
"Moulin Rouge" (1952), "42nd Street" (1933), "Singin' in the Rain" (1952), "American Pop" (1981) and any number of Panic at the Disco music videos.

Links:
IMDb.
Hollywood Teen Movies.
LazyDork's "Moulin Rouge" Drinking Game.

Take a Look:
The trailer:


Ewan MacGregor sweeps all the ladies off their feet with "Your Song":


The "Roxanne" tango:

Let's Rock (1958).

The Scoop:
This is a rock 'n' roll movie? Uh.... I think not. Instead, the film perfectly encapsulates that bland post-Elvis, pre-Beatles period in pop music when everything on the charts was saccharine-coated and aimed at pleasing the parents, not the kids.

"Let's Rock" follows boring balladeer Tony Adane (Julius LaRosa) as he tries to stay true to his "art" by resisting the shift to rock 'n' roll, only to eventually give in at the end and get the girl (Phyllis Newman). In short, strictly by-the-numbers work from writer Hal Hackady and director Harry Foster. That's fairly par for the course in these early rock 'n' roll movies, which get their strength on the backs of their musical performances. These films were merely meant to showcase the recording artists -- any plot we might get is purely incidental.

However, the examples of "rock 'n' roll" on display here (performed by Paul Anka and the like) aren't much different than Tony's tunes. In fact, the rockingest song in the film is the innocuous "At the Hop," performed by Danny and Juniors. The only reason to even consider watching this, besides the appearances by the young Wink Martindale and Della Reese, is the ongoing (purely unintentional but amusing) homoerotic subtext between Tony and his "entourage."

Best Bit:
The weird dancing kids in the park.

Side Note:
Reese didn't appear on screen again for another 11 years, when she hosted her own TV series, "Della," starting in 1969, and didn't make another film until "Psychic Killer" in 1975.

Companion Viewing:
All the better early rock 'n' roll films.

Links:
IMDb.

Take a Look:
Here's a totally low-tech clip of Reese singing "Lovelyville":

Hercules (1958).

The Scoop:
With all his bone-headed bravado, Steve Reeves makes a much better Hercules than Kevin Sorbo, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Reg Park, or any of the other actors who also became associated with the role. And this production, the former Mr. Universe's first outing in the character and imported to this country by Joseph E. Levine, is responsible for starting the cycle of Italian muscle epics that dominated the drive-ins in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Ostensibly an adaptation of Herc's familiar story, this is actually a conglomeration of various Greek myths, thrown together Cuisinart-style for our enjoyment. Just don't look to this for any kind of accuracy. Sure, we get to see him perform some of his famous labors, but he mixes it up with the Amazons, hogs all the credit for Jason's recovery of the Golden Fleece, and even gets to do his best Samson impression.

This film is also a milestone in many ways. In his marketing of the movie in the U.S., Levine pioneered the concept of "saturation booking," in which a film is released on as many screens as possible on its opening weekend in an effort to maximize its up-front gross. This is standard practice among Hollywood blockbusters even to this day. Its success also single-handedly created the "sword and sandal" genre that would dominate the Italian film industry for the next decade.

"Hercules" is fun, albeit in a mindless, lazy Sunday afternoon sort of way. The undemanding story is pulled off with energy and bravado (something that certainly can't be said for the legions of imitators this film spawned) and Reeves seems perfectly comfortable in some of the most ridiculous circumstances. The cinematography in particular is impressive, but that should come as no surprise because it was handled by Italy's maestro of the art, Mario Bava.

Best Line:
"The time goes slowly here at sea. I think I'll start a calendar -- one notch for each day."

Side Note:
The tagline for the original U.S. release described Hercules as "Half god! Half pagan!"

Companion Viewing:
"Clash of the Titans" (1981).

Links:
IMDb.
Hollywood Teen Movies.

Take a Look:
Why Hercules shouldn't try out for the debate team:


The whole film:

Dante's Inferno (2007).

The Scoop:
One unintended consequence of the electronic media age has been a change in the way we experience classic (i.e., pre-20th century) literature. Now it's all about the adaptation. (Of course, these adaptations make sense for the filmmakers, who get cheap access to familiar material and don't have to deal with authors who demand royalties or protest changes in the script.) More and more, one's first encounter with Shakespeare or Dickens or countless other authors is through a film or television adaptation of one of their works. If audiences aren't rushing to the cineplex for their first tastes of these classics, they are getting them in the classroom -- teachers typically now accompany their reading assignments with screenings of films based on these works to help students better understand them. Shakespeare has now become inseparable from Olivier or Branagh, and Jane Austen from the starlet du jour.

All of which brings us to this version of "Dante's Inferno."

Italian poet Dante Alighieri's "Comedy" -- his epic tale of his journey through hell ("Inferno"), purgatory ("Purgatorio") and heaven ("Paradiso") under the tutelage of his idol, the Roman poet Virgil and Dante's beloved Beatrice -- is notoriously resistant to onscreen adaptation. Except for a couple perfunctory stabs from the silent era and a BBC miniseries from the 1980s, little straight adaptation has been done of the poem. More commonly, elements of the "Comedy" have been used as inspirations or jumping-off points for newer works. (One typical example is the 1935film "Dante's Inferno," a turgid morality play in which Spencer Tracy plays a carnival barker wrestling with the ethics of his profession. The attraction he shills for, a ride based on "Inferno," is shown in only a few scenes, primarily as a comment on the action of the main story.)

So give filmmakers Sean Meredith, Sandow Birk and Paul Zaloom credit for attempting a full adaptation of "Inferno." One reason adaptors have stayed away from Dante is his work's resistance to modernized spins on the material (something that has become a staple of filmed Shakespeare, for instance). But the threesome give it a try, mixing in modern situations and personalities with the arcane issues and obscure historical figures used by Dante. Credit should also go to them for doing it in the form of a puppet show.

In this version Dante (voiced by Dermot Mulroney) wakes up hung over in a seedy alley, not knowing how he got there. He his approached by Virgil (James Cromwell), who leads him down a sewer into the pit of hell, where they encounter pimps and whores, corporate malfeasance and urban decay to go along with the medieval horrors chronicled in the original.

The puppetwork, using paper figures that manage to be terrifically expressive, is wonderful, but many of the other creative choices fall flat. For every update that works (portraying the Maleboge demons as hypervigilant T.S.A. agents, or mounting Ulysses' story as a puppet show within a puppet show) there are a handful that don't (Lucifer's fondue pot, or the multiple references to the rock band Styx).

Pacing is a problem as well. By the film's halfway mark, Virgil and Dante have raced through the first seven pits of hell, then spend the last half in a leisurely stroll through the final two pits, including plenty of non-Dante tangents along the way. Also, purists may be offended that (spoiler alert!) Dante's trip through hell ends with him back on earth rather than preparing to scale the mountain of purgatory.

But in all it's an admirable effort to try to make a 700-year-old epic poem relevant to modern audiences. The somewhat basic approach may make it cringe-worthy for Dante aficionados. But that makes it ideal for use in a high school classroom, giving another generation an opening to understanding a monumental piece of literature.

Best Bit:
The Pope John Paul II cameo.

Side Note:
Zaloom is better known as Beakman from the TV show "Beakman's World."

Companion Viewing:
"Dante's Inferno" (1935).

Links:
IMDb.
Official Site.

Take a Look:
The trailer:


A song and dance number explaining the grip lobbyists hold on Congress:

The Giant Gila Monster (1959).

A quick administrative note: It's summer vacation time here in Desukoland, so the blog will be going on a temporary hiatus until about mid-July. Look for new reviews then, and enjoy the downtime.

The Scoop:
Writer/director Ray Kellogg works his unique brand of non-magic with this turd about the titular critter, which "terrorizes" a small desert town. This "terrorizing" consists mostly of sulking about in the shadows and then putting its head through a barn wall. (Never mind that the reptile used in the film is actually a Mexican beaded lizard, not a gila monster.)

Meanwhile, there's some pointless drama about teen mechanic Chase Winstead (played by Don Sullivan) who wants to start a singing career while caring for his handicapped sister (Janice Stone), romancing his girlfriend (Lisa Simone) and tangling with Sheriff Jeff (Fred Graham). Finally, it all comes to a head at the record hop.

It's all hooey, but at least it's amusing hooey if you're the type who enjoys hot-rodding teenagers and rear projection special effects.

Best Bit:
Chase's song that goes something like "I sing whenever I sing whenever I sing..."

Side Note:
Ken Knox, who plays the disc jockey who discovers the singing mechanic, was a longtime DJ in Dallas who only wound up in the film because of the aspirations of station owner Gordon McLendon, who wanted all his popular jocks to take movie roles. Knox only appeared in two other films before deciding to stick to radio full-time.

Companion Viewing:
"The Killer Shrews" (1959), "Beginning of the End" (1957) and "Them!" (1954).

Links:
IMDb.
Badmovies.org.

Take a Look:
The trailer:


Hey, Chase -- singing crappy songs like this won't help your sister get any better:

The Creeping Terror (1964).

The Scoop:
This is what happens when people with no technical skills, no talent and no money try to make a movie -- bad acting, bad writing, bad direction, voice-over narration in place of dialogue and a monster made out of shag carpeting.

There's something about an alien invasion. The victims don't get eaten so much as they climb into the monster's mouth. All the law enforcement officials and army officers are called by their first names. Vic Savage (who also directed), Shannon O'Neil and William Thourlby don't so much "star" in the movie as they just walk around in front of the camera. Do you really want to know more?

A true endurance test.

Best Bit:
The scientist trips and falls on his face as he runs to his truck.

Side Note:
The reason for the narration is that early on in shooting (on location at Lake Tahoe, California) the director/star Vic Savage accidentally knocked his sound equipment into the lake and couldn't afford to replace it. So, he recorded the narration himself in a studio during post-production. The ironic thing is, none of the scenes actually take place anywhere near the water.

Companion Viewing:
"Monster a Go-Go" (1965) and "The Eye Creatures" (1965).

Links:
IMDb.
BadMovies.org.
Monster Shack.

Take a Look:
NOM NOM NOM:


Now that you've had a taste, see if you can stand a little more. (Dig that song!):


A look inside the aliens' spaceship:

When We Were Kings (1996).

The Scoop:
In our UFC/mixed martial arts age, boxing -- with its big padded gloves and strict limitations on engagement -- seems positively quaint. At the height of its popularity, boxing was the gladatorial spectacle of its day and although it was cloaked in the "sweet science" rhapsodizing of the writers who covered it, the level of violence (tame by today's standards) was enough to keep critics aghast.

What also seems quaint is the celebrity of Muhammad Ali, particularly the way he used his fame toward political and social ends rather than commercial ones. Few modern athletes can hope to reach his global appeal, and those who do (such as Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods) seem more interested in selling products than supporting causes. Commerce has trumped conscience, and now even the slightest his of an opinion on a controversial topic is considered career poison.

All of which makes Leon Gast's fine documentary "When We Were Kings" feel like a trip through a time machine. And what a revelatory, eye-opening trip it is. Gast set out to simply document Ali's 1974 bout against reigning heavyweight champion George Foreman in Zaire -- dubbed "The Rumble in the Jungle" by exuberant promotor Don King -- but instead happened upon one of the great socio-political crucibles of the 1970s.

Ali's outsized charisma and outspoken views on American race relations turned out to electrify the people of Zaire (now known as the Democratic Republic of the Congo) and capture the imagination of dictator Mobutu Sese Seko, who used his influence to bring the fight to his country. When Foreman was injured in practice, forcing the postponement of the bout, it just gave Ali that much more time to win over the people of Zaire.

Along with the fight, King also organized a music festival, featuring standout performances by James Brown, Miriam Makeba, B.B. King, the Spinners and other acts. Gast captured these performances with the same eye for nuance and personality that he brings to bear on Ali's and Foreman's fight preparations, as well as on glimpses of everyday life in Zaire.

Taking advantage of the 22-year delay between production and distribution (courtesy of legal squabbles with the film's Liberian investors), Gast couples all this terrific footage with thoughtful interviews with observers like Norman Mailer, George Plimpton and Spike Lee who help put the events into historical context.

It all adds up to a must-see film, even for those who do not consider themselves boxing fans, or even sports fans. "When We Were Kings" is a powerful history lesson that has much to teach 21st century viewers.

Best Bit:
Norman Mailer doing his Ali impression.

Side Note:
Although the film revealed deep personal animosity between Foreman and Ali, they eventually became good friends. When the film won the Academy Award for Best Documentary, the two came onstage together to accept the award.

Companion Viewing:
"Ali" (2001) and "Hoop Dreams" (1994).

Links:
IMDb.
Salon.

Take a Look:
James Brown brings the soul:


Mailer and Plimpton break down the fight:

The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962).

The Scoop:
Is it the sexist drivel that makes this film so unbearable, or is it the incompetent production? Maybe you can watch it and be the judge.

Surgeon Bill Cortner (Herb Evers), who is doing bizarre cell regeneration research on the side, causes a car accident which decapitates his girlfriend Jan (Virginia Leith). Oops. That's not a problem, though, since the doc's special elixir and his mangled assistant Kurt (Leslie Daniels) will keep her head alive in a pan while he spends the rest of the movie ogling various strippers and college coeds trying to find a new body for her. The bodyless girlfriend bitches a lot at Kurt (wouldn't you?) and bonds with the creature living in the closet. Just when you think you can't take any more of this shit, the creature in the closet breaks free and kills everyone. Woo-hoo!

This film, the product of writer/director Joseph Green, is only recommended for those willing to stoop to the subject matter to get a good laugh.

Best Bit:
Maybe it's when the assistant gets his one good arm torn out by the root and is beaten to death with it.

Side Note:
Evers went on to become an action TV mainstay, notching guest appearances on "CHiPS," "The Streets of San Francisco," "T.J. Hooker," "Knight Rider," "The Fall Guy" and seemingly every other show in that genre.

Companion Viewing:
"The Unearthly" (1957).

Links:
IMDb.
Brokedown Cinema.
Internet Archive.

Take a Look:
The trailer:


Stupid science tricks:


A musical tribute:


And finally, the complete film: