Showing posts with label Kristen Riter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristen Riter. Show all posts

Monday, July 19, 2010

Swamp Thing (Wes Craven, 1982)

"Water meadowland and small shot for the ducks. He walks in the mud, moves aside the reeds. No clapping of wings, no motions around. Just a singing wind in an ominous silence." Why, you may ask, am I quoting the lyrics to "The Bog" by Bigod 20? Well, at first, even I didn't know. But then it dawned on me, the lyrics to that sinister dancefloor jam (I highly recommend the "Techno Duck Mix") and Swamp Thing, a moist chiller from director Wes Craven (The People Under the Stairs), bare a striking resemblance to one another in terms of foggy tone and murky relevance. It's true, I could have started off on a tangent that compared the Adrienne Barbeau cleavage festival with "Swamp Thing" by The Chameleons. But if you check the lyrics to that song, you'll quickly realize that the words being sung/uttered have very little to do with an actual "swamp thing." Or maybe they do, and I'm just looking at them from a too prosaic point-of-view. Ironically, both songs were played heavily at Toronto area nightclubs like the Boom Boom Room and Catch 22 circa 1991.

While the self-satisfied sensation I'm feeling over the fact that I managed to tie together songs by Bigod 20 and The Chameleons with a film that features Reggie Batts is intoxicating, I'd really like focus primarily on the cinematic work known as Swamp Thing (a.k.a. "Das Ding aus dem Sumpf"). In my defense, it should be noted that I have already alluded to the ample division that separates Adrienne Barbeau's breasts, and I've already used a number of adjectives of a slippery and shadowy nature.

By the way, if you should come across a review of this film that fails to mention Adrienne Barbeau's chest region at least once, the person who wrote it is obviously divorced from reality.

Even though I think they can be unwieldy at times, I do have fond memories of looking her animated cleavage in an ad for the film located inside Sgt. Rock #364 back when I was a smallish woodland creature.

The wettest film ever to emerge out of the festering stew that was the early 1980s, Swamp Thing, based the D.C. comic of the same name, involves a male research scientist, Alec Holland (Ray Wise), falling for a female research scientist, Alice Cable (Adrienne Barbeau), in the seasonally flooded bottomlands of dewy Charleston, South Carolina, U.S.A. Sounds pretty straightforward, right? Only problem being that commandos under the command of a corrupt businessman, Anton Arcane (a ham-and-couscous-filled Louis Jourdan), raid the their laboratory compound just as their relationship was about to blossom and junk.

In the melee that follows, Dr. Holland is transformed into a green monstrosity after being doused with some volatile iridescent sludge, while Miss Cable flees into the swamp with the knowledge of the whereabouts to the final notebook containing the formula for the aforementioned iridescent sludge. The malevolent Arcane wants to procure the recipe in order to use on himself. Mind you, not to become a walking and talking vegetable, but so that he can harness its power to do some evil bullshit.

What transpires after Holland and Cable are cast into the swamp is a serious of commando attacks, followed by a last minute rescue. The commandos, lead by Ferret (David Hess from The Last House on the Left), would chase and harass Adrienne Barbeau, and just as her ass was about to get snuffed, Holland's green thing (portrayed by Dick Durock when in shrub mode) would jump out of the brush to help her just in the nick of time.

As you would expect, this gets tiresome after awhile. The only repetitive motif I enjoyed during all this swamp-based action was the fact that the commando played by the always excellent Nicholas Worth (Don't Answer the Phone) is violently tossed in the water not once, but three times by the Swamp Thing (it might have even been four times). Anyway, it got to a point where I anticipated his dunking with bated breath.

Surprisingly, it wasn't spacious cleavage and regenerating limbs that caught the bulk of my attention. No, what interested me most was the awesome performance by Reggie Batts as Jude, the youthful, bespeckled gas station attendant who assists Adrienne Barbeau in her mad scramble not to get murdered in a swamp setting. There was just something about his head-on line delivery that tickled my fancy. Of course, as with the majority of great film performances, Swamp Thing would end up being Reggie Batts' sole movie credit. Joining the likes of the legendary Madeleine Reynal from Stephen Sayadian's Dr. Caligari and the unheralded Kristen Riter from Student Bodies, Reggie has cemented his place in the possibly made up Panthéon of one role film careers.

The assertiveness of Adrienne Barbeau's character during the film's first third was mildly glorious, especially when Arcane's hired guns are attacking the research complex–she makes a fool out of Nicholas Worth and guns down a nameless commando. Unfortunately, this scrappiness soon turns to timidity, as she slowly evolves into a bit of a damsel in distress. She doesn't even lend a hand to Mr. Swamp Thing during the climatic battle with Arcane. It doesn't exactly ruin the movie, but it was, nonetheless, a disappointing turn of events.

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Saturday, November 1, 2008

Student Bodies (Mickey Rose, 1981)

The horror movie, the cinematic celebration of gashed throats and bleeding babysitters, needed to be mocked unmercifully back in 1981, and only one film dared fill that need, and that film was Student Bodies (a.k.a. Was macht der Tote auf der Wäscheleine?). You see, up until then, the serious-minded genre had been coasting along, spouting out unfunny drivel without a care in the world. That is, until the unrestrained kookiness of Mickey Rose (Bananas and The Dean Martin Comedy Hour) decided the time had come to spoof the living excrement out of it. Unlike other films that lampoon and deride, this one comes from the demented mind of a single individual. I mean, there's no multi-headed committees or dehumanizing group think for Mr. Rose to contend with. There's a refreshing single-mindedness to the rapid fire stupidity that appears onscreen. In that, all the jokes have a consistency to them, causing the proceedings to be saturated with a number unforeseen laughs. Concentrating its mockery on the teen slasher wing of the horror genre, Student Bodies employs an accelerated approach to dispensing the funny. Sure, some of the gags miss their mark, but you don't have much time to contemplate their inaccuracy, as another fifteen or so attempts at generating a ha-ha sound are already flying out of the film's proverbial comedy barrel.

The plot revolves around The Breather (Jerry Belson), an asthmatic serial killer in galoshes who likes to murder teenagers just as they're about to engage in the sex act.

The Breather dispatches the boys using an everyday garbage bag, while the girls are treated to a wide array of unusual implements - eggplant, paperclip, blackboard eraser, etc.

The film cleverly keeps track of The Breather's conquests by flashing a number on the screen, indicating the order of each of victim. Also provided are pertinent clues that help guide the slower members of audience. However, the main appeal of the film is its quick succession of the braindead one-liners and absurdist tomfoolery.

The cast ,with the exception Mr. Belzer (who remains unseen throughout the movie), is made up of mostly first timers, or in the case of the lovely Kristen Riter, first and last timers. Nevertheless, Kristen is the star of the movie and does a competent job of looking sexy in a pair of maroon knee socks.

Also, her transformation from virginal good girl to slutty sleuthhound was quite impressive.

The brilliantly deadpan Joe Flood gives the film's funniest performance as Mr. Dumpkin, a wood shop teacher with a levelheaded obsession with horse head bookends. His speeches extolling the many virtues of the horse head bookend were strange, erotic and absolutely wonderful.

Coming in at a close second in the funny department is Malvert the Janitor, played with a gangly aplomb by The Stick, yeah, that's his name. Anyway, his third person line readings ("Sometimes Malvert pee red") were pretty hilarious.

A cavalcade of unabashed idiocy and accidental brilliance, Student Bodies is a horror parody with bite. The success rate of the jokes may be a tad on the wonky side, but the effort put forth should be commended.


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