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Continuing our saga of rock-inspired Muppet parodies, we now bring you the second half of this year’s Muppet Rawk series.
And once again, if you’re in the Seattle area, stop by the Ouch My Eye gallery to see these works in person. This picture is already really impressive, but it’s doubly so when you can compare every frame to its counterpart on the original album. This picture makes a lot more sense when you know that Gonzo is smashing that guitar as a part of his act. Australialainen laulaja-lauluntekija Sia tyosti lukuisia hitteja muun muassa Beyoncelle ja Rihannalle, mutta hanen viisi ensimmaista omaa albumiaan eivat nousseet jarin merkittavaan suosioon. Cheap Thrills on tuore sinkku Sian seuraavalta studioalbumilta This Is Acting ja mielenkiintoiseksi sen tekee myos alkuperainen tarkoitus. Kappaleesta loytyy talla hetkella nosteessa olevia tropical house -elementteja, EDM vaikutteilla ja toimii mainiosti Sian esittamana.
The lowdown: With thrills to die for, there’s nothing cheap about this viciously entertaining chiller.
Must see home invasion movies include Funny Games, Inside, Panic Room, Cherry Tree Lane, You’re Next and Straw Dogs. Cheap Thrills proudly shoves its way onto the list with the killer twist that here the hapless protagonists willingly enter the psychos’ lair, ignoring opportunities to flee even as home invasion regulars humiliation, torture and savagery predictably go into overdrive. Pat Healy (who previously appeared with co-star Paxton in spooky gem The Innkeepers), gives a breakout performance as Craig, a failed writer who loses his minimum wage garage job the same day an eviction notice is slapped on his cramped apartment door. Unable to face his wife and baby, Craig seeks solace in a local bar, bumping into school friend Vince (Embry, wounded and dangerous). Invited back to the couple’s swanky house in the hills, the dares become darker and more violent as Craig and Vince turn on themselves and each other for an ever-growing jackpot. Fans of extreme cinema rest assured Cheap Thrills provides plenty of onscreen mayhem to justify the entrance fee, including an expertly played scene of dismemberment that echoes Pulp Fiction’s adrenalin shot to the heart set piece. But, what gives the blood-spattered finale its punch to the nose is a script that allows for breathers between the infidelity, escalating violence and fecal vandalism to peel back the secrets and regrets (as well as a stagnated economy) that drives Craig and Vince onwards.
The climax is devastating but fully earned while a killer final shot channels Funny Games, Evil Dead II and John Woo’s Hard Boiled and will most likely grace t-shirts at horror film festivals the world over. He is scrawny, twitchy, has thick-rimmed glasses, a repossession notice stuck on his front door and a gorgeous wife and baby to look after. She is soft, uneasy and curvaceous, with long, tawny-blonde hair, while he is chiseled and sharp, with dark hair and darker eyes.
Set in Spain, it is the intermingling of two narratives, one set in current times, one set in the past. Little kids would never be allowed to venture alone into the woods in case some killer was lurking, so the story naturally passes to teenagers.
It’s filled with film details, cast information, quotes from the filmmakers and sometimes even more.
Largely locked down to a single location with a modest sized cast they are cheap to make and tap into that primal fear of the big, bad world beating down your front door. Numerous tequilas later they hook up with Colin and Violet (Koechner and Paxton, flamboyant and lethal), a bizarro couple garishly splashing wads of cash, happily coughing up large sums if Craig and Vince pull inane pranks. CHEAP THRILLS follows him as his shit hits the fan as he and an old buddy are dragged into a game of dares for dollars that finger the fellas for the boys they once were. Taking place after an a civilization-ending scenario, it follows the lives of three of the final survivors, Ana, Jonathan and Axel as they try and find a way to live while trapped in a house as occasional zombies and a few other survivors roam the wastelands outside.
Pretty soon, as the title NO ONE LIVES suggests, she and the other characters in director Ryuhei Kitamura’s film will be dead. On balance, this is perhaps slightly more suitable for the smoking, munchies and mayhem that follow. Katz and writers Dave Chirchirillo and Trent Haaga have concocted a riveting endurance marathon which pits two old school friends against each in a gruelling game of cash prize one-upmanship.  Imagine I’m A Celebrity but with more dismemberment for a hint of what’s in store, and despite the presence of Anchorman’s Dave Koechner as the sadistic ringleader the laughs here are frequently replaced with gasps of shock.
Cheap Thrills is credit crunch horror and a (slightly) exaggerated spin on a tradition of reality TV that demands debasement for a fleeting taste of the good life. Despite the fact that CHEAP THRILLS reunites THE INNKEEPERS’ cute twosome Sara Paxton and Pat Healy, you are going to need your sickest sense of humor to really get off on this one, guys.
Jim is a grief tourist who has found a way to try and understand and indeed get past his personal barriers by connecting to others via the extraordinary and terrible lives of serial killers and mass murderers.
One day, the boys bring back a young zombie who shows the cracks in their own precarious relationship and their world begins to fall apart.
What starts out as a seeming exploitation flick (in which rednecks kidnap a wealthy couple) becomes an uneven ride between sickly-comic superhero violence, sub-par plotting and occasionally delicious tastes of BDSM. We are introduced to Nica (Dourif’s real life daughter, Fiona), a pretty girl trapped in gothic castle of a house owing to her wheelchair and overprotective mom. THE GRIEF TOURIST shows us how Jim handles the promise of hope, desolation and his own memories through a film that is incredibly disquieting if you have ever Googled those deathly photographs. The zombie who is taken into their home is named by Ana as Pythagoras and he becomes symbolic of the strains in their relationships with each other and the outside world. The promise of NO ONE LIVES rests in the direction of Kitamura, the vision behind the gothic, bloody and unashamedly auteuristic MIDNIGHT MEAT TRAIN. Our tale begins with a young couple, Gretel and Ashton, getting happily stoned in Gretel’s bedroom. Played by Lucas Lagre, he is young, has soulful eyes and looks a lot like Daniel Radcliffe. Fans of splatter will be sated with NO ONE LIVES, which achieves some squint-inducing moments owing well-chosen cut-aways, atmospheric cinematography and noise that burrows into the brain.
Intercut with this we witness the present day story in which an illustrious young doctor discovers he has a terminal illness and will only be a father to his infant son if he can get a relative’s bone marrow transfusion.
The scene mingles their young love, (well, bonding over bongs, you might say) with some fun visuals of the effect the drug gives them. This helps underline the notionally magical idea of a new beginning for them, for the famous Pythagoras is said to have been a mystic as well as a mathematician.


Mention must go to Shawn Kennelly for some highly effective Foley work and to Daniel Pearl for some almost romantically-moody cinematography in this regard. The story seeks to resolve the action and emotional resonances of both plots by stitching them together.
Much of the marketing for CURSE OF CHUCKY would have you believe this is a dark and chilling addition to the Child’s Play series.
Katz actually plays a neat little trick on us in the first instance with a scene in which the geek did indeed inherit the earth and we see Craig with his loving family in his nice, comfortable home. At the same time you desperately want to see the tender, if damaged, soul evidently blockaded within when he’s talking to others.
The theory of Pythagoras is essentially one of three-way relationships in geometry and states that the area of the supposed square on the long side (hypotenuse) of a right-angled triangle is the same as the area of other two squares on the other sides combined.
What is impressive is that the violence often has a comic undertone suggestive of the central character’s sense of humor and, more importantly, his power. Quinn (WE’RE THE MILLERS) and Andrew James Allen (THE LOVELY BONES) respectively instantly make their characters likeable rather than over-the-top and irritating.
He’s relaxed with a style of easy movement that stops the second he ventures outside his house and away from the gaze from his sweetly-adoring wife. He is equally good when reacting against himself, his spoken words mixing and clashing against his internal dialogue, at once a good ol’ boy and a bad-tempered bastard too worn for his comparatively young age. THE DESERT suggests that the three survivors each form one of these squares depending on impact of their different contributions to the narrative and that this is what holds them together. Unfortunately, there are many aspects of the film that undermine this, not least the sense that it is more like a series of separate tableaux that doesn't know whether it wants to show us HATCHET-style capers, Frank Millar-esque smirking super villains or almost Pinky-type corrupted saints. This is partly because the tones of the different stories and the characters as represented. At this point, Gretel’s brother Hansel (what do you mean you guessed?) gets home, and unlike his stoned sister is obviously the more sensible of the two and suggests munchies are made. The tone dives between creepy sections and jump scares that are not too shocking for those less familiar with the series, but it also has one hell of a lot of humor.
His body language in particular is so good as to render his geektastic costume a little redundant as it telegraphs the film’s twists and turns too early, but owing to the rest of the ensemble the film manages to stay largely 3D in its execution.
This latter is really well emphasized by director Suri Krishnamma and cinematographer Ricardo Jacques Gale.
Therefore, adding the additional being to the threesome makes the triangle unfunctional as a pre-existing shape and it must then change to form a different pattern with different consequences. Uneven tone trowels through the slickness of the action, disrupting tense sections and impressively-arty cinematography with awkward exploitation that serves no obvious narrative purpose. With the smoke having run out, Ashton is duly dispatched to get more from the dealer, an older woman growing the mysteriously strong drugs in an apparent effort to get down with the kids. This is a very, very funny film with everything from verbal jokes on psychiatry to blink-and-you miss it sight gags thrown into the mix. This is despite Ethan Embry being slightly underwhelming as Craig’s long-time friend, Vince. Ana (Victoria Almeida), Jonathan (William Prociuk) and Axel (Lautaro Delgado) are absolutely superb in a suitably naturalistic display of acting. They appear almost feral and yet cherubic at the same time as initial scenes reminiscent of SCHINDLER’S LIST immediately earn sympathy for them as well as for the adults who choose to (or must) care for them. It’s particularly useful as director and creator Don Mancini adds a variation of the final girl theory via Nica, who tries to disregard her disability rather than be the wheelchair-bound burden her snotty sister Barb makes her out as. Weaving in and out of the story are characters at once believable and at the same time reminiscent of the hero and whore tabloid stock types created by those same grief tourist documentaries. Ana attempts to reconstruct her world by writing her fading memory of names and record the once-living on a wall, Jonathan jokes his way through the desolation around them and Axel covers his body with tattoos of the flies that constantly buzz around them.
While Luke Evans (THE RAVEN) makes a charismatic lead as the Driver and America Olivo (MANIAC, FRIDAY THE 13th) achieves some moments of gradually dissipating surliness, the rest of the cast go through the motions. Having said that, what the woman has in mind is not quite what he anticipated – a blood bath or yet, better still, lunch.
It adds a nice level of drama to the death scenes that help you to connect to the characters on a more personal basis. The main source of intrigue is the central couple, Colin and Violet, strangers who invite the boys along for Violet’s birthday party. While it can be argued that his character is not meant to be sympathetic, he often appears hard and two dimensional, with his supposed grief shown through arty sections of camera work that languish long enough to become dull. Violet is none other than THE INNKEEPERS’ Sara Paxton and she is utterly unrecognisable (and drop-dead gorgeous) in this role. Her hands are particularly emotive and constantly let slip the more intimate details of her character’s background.
Their communication with, and visits to, the outside world remains tenuous and is often accompanied by weaponry that highlights their physical vulnerability. It is difficult not to lose patience such drawn out sections of the plot and wish to focus back on the children. His comic delivery is absolutely superb and he gives real regret as well as malice to the doll, which is impressive considering he’s mostly made of plastic. Her bored sex kitten adds a nice bit of friction and she has the sadistic grin down to a tee, although her more emotional scenes do feel a little wooden.
She sometimes appears almost skeletal, but not brittle, and is thus an emblem of lives that just keep carrying on in less than perfect situations. They record their feelings on a series of video cassettes, records of themselves to enable them to remember and imagine anew. Adelaide Clemens is maddening in this respect as she is visually compelling as a masochistic victim, but sadly this is often until she opens her mouth in pointless verbal pouting.
Indeed, the children’s sections are the best of the narrative, particularly during the hospital scenes, which are superbly directed by Juan Carlos Medina. She puts in an extremely sexy performance here, which is important less as eye-candy, but as a way to ensure that the action is never hard to believe. It is a performance oddly mirrored by a prostitute who manages one of the main tricks of the film by showing how people can find comfort within the safety of an established taboo. As the action progresses, they also use them to communicate when they cannot look each other in the eye.
Sticking to the Stockholm syndrome subplot or eschewing it altogether would have evened out the tone, but as it is its complexity gets drowned out in the noise of what one suspects those behind the scenes think supposedly dumb gore-geek audiences want to see. Furthermore, yet perhaps discordantly, Pruitt Taylor Vince is Carl, Jim’s occasional travelling companion. She also has a steeliness that means you believe her in the tougher action sequences and it is largely she who keeps the action going via her different visages (for the kids and local law enforcement) when the pacing of the plot starts to slacken.


Slightly portly in evidence of good living and with a lively little pork-pie hat, he comes across as the bastard offspring of The Monkees’ Mickey Dolenz and the traditional trickster figure. He has an emotional resonance that’s resigned to the lack of ever recovering and at the same time a strained pitch of almost squealing hysteria at the thought of such emotional violence. Their painlessness becomes vulnerability as they are considered somehow sub-human (or indeed super human) and are forced to face the efficiency of investigative science.
Indeed, while the first half of the narrative is a sweet toker comedy-horror, the second half devolves into far more standard fare as it uses the fairytale back story as rather sloppy license to tick genre boxes.
We see here full nudes who are real people and not physically perfect, pock-marked with the scars of long-gone adolescence and wearing clothes that are ripped along seams rather than artfully distressed.
The final sequence is also to be commended for juxtaposing so many conflicting cultural expectations. Simple orchestration ensures you resolve into shock, although some of the portrait shots are piercingly beautiful. The gore (by Vincent Guastini and team) is great, but it sometimes feels a little out of place. They carry out day-to-day chores wearing rubber gloves in the vain hope that protecting their hands matters while existing in the maze of sheets that protect them from the waiting flies while they are in bed.
Next time, however, we must hope for something that sticks a little more closely to the undertones it teases but never fully dares to reveal, squandering it instead in cheap thrills.
Indeed, it is interesting to note that such a shot is at the point in the film where Mot Harris Dunlop Stothart as Benigno actually begins to forcibly act, for he is clearly not crying, but simply making faces. From here, we move into melodramatic sequences heavy on stylized camera tropes that will be familiar to anyone who has watched the more lurid murder documentaries.
Periodically, they venture outside after heaving away the grill that covers the exit, a terribly parody of our current concerns of social safety. Because of his previous display, it appears as though he is acting his characters’ pretended depth of emotion as a way of ritually understanding what is happening to him. While it is true that the acting gives CHEAP THRILLS a level of frisson, the increasingly frenetic camera edits towards the end carry their punches a little too much and become so predictable that while you are intrigued by the action, it becomes hard to care about the characters.
As a result, the tone oscillates from the paired-down feel of A HORRIBLE WAY TO DIE to the dirty neon lights of the MANIAC remake.
Their water is rationed and, naturally, used as a bargaining tool – there is a beautiful scene in which Ana greets rainfall with disbelief and joy, her head turned to the camera in a Dutch angle that shows her slightly imperfect smile, natural beauty and utter relief.
What we are left with is the truism that nothing is as deep as the pure wrath of a damaged child. He manages to be both warm and level-headed and conveys a sense of actually caring for Gretel, which is impressive considering the character as written could easily have been a simple preppy persona. This is somewhat saved by game change from one of the ensemble which enables the finale to be less problematic than it could have been. The result is visually jarring, but because the film does not ultimately go for the cheap shot, it gets away with it. This proves useful as his emotional range (and good set of lungs) actually help to move the consequences of the story along, helped as he is by some well-pointed camera work.
Thanks to the puppeteers, Chucky’s movements are a mixture of cute and creepy as he is lithe and other-worthly despite being such a dumpy little dude.
Technically, the modus operandi discussed do not tie that well with established serial killer traits, but in terms of emotional impact Frank John Hughes’ script manages authenticity, or what we may believe passes for it. Previously, fantastical portrayals of the children’s ability to withstand pain were played with a dreamy quality in which repercussions formed attention-grabbing visuals.
This comes in handy as the face-off does drag a little, particularly as while some of the cinematography is suitably disorientating, it emphases the beauty of the location rather than the characters and so doesn’t actually add much depth to the narrative.
With knowing winks to a number of classics that are rather well executed, it gets away with murder with its naughty sense of humor and the sound design is particularly effective in cutting out at just the right second to reinforce key lines that are sickly funny precisely because they represent rare moments of sanity. It is both extremely mournful and nihilistic and yet offers a sense of utter relief in the way its characters accept what is around them. In the second half of the film, the music swells and mists swirl the landscape, making it look a little too HARRY POTTER-esque to be taken seriously. While it is sometimes hard to accept her sudden resilience (partly due to the occasionally over the top direction), she is very well cast.
CURSE OF CHUCKY is a fun addition to the series and the ending should have most people cheering with its tongue-in-cheek jokes and fair serving of splatter. She has the waif-like looks of a Grimm heroine combined with the sexuality that often bubbles under the old tales, but she never comes across as slutty. Each of these nuances, coupled with insistent performances, make THE GRIEFT TOURIST a film that questions what it is to find understanding in someone else’s suffering.
It shows too much and interesting aspects such as the makeup design are subsumed into looking more akin to vainglorious body art than markers of brutality.
CHEAP THRILLS is an interesting film that’s certainly got its fair share of shits and giggles. This was a particular peeve as the initial restraint in the focus on appearance eventually means that the strength of the story gives way to waiting for cheap jump scares. There are sections when it manages deeper emotional resonance, but it often plays best when considered simply like laughing at your buddy’s really bad trip.
Newcomer Bianca Saad also puts in a gutsy performance, but occasionally her scripted skits are a little too predictable to allow her character to be truly believable. Last but not least, Cary Elwes (SAW, THE PRINCESS BRIDE) is hammy but fun in his fleeting role at the film’s start. Fantasy is fabulous if done PAN’S-LABYRINTH style and makes its entrance point to the main story clear. Final mention must go to the art department for creating the magical, modern world of the story.
PAINLESS instead has an odd mishmash of ancient runes, biology and bad blood that muddles around with the facts of survival. The unforgivable comes when the enemy are shown one second as emotionless machines, the next as sentimental and sloppy in their work. It means that while the film does carry emotional power, it collapses under the weight of the different tones it tries to build towards.
While the pacing sucks its power at points, Lara Flynn Boyle adds her own malevolent magic.
PAINLESS has some superb sections with child actors at their best and has an evocative examination of what humanizes the heart.



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