Showing posts with label Sam Neill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sam Neill. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Event Horizon (1997)

I saw “Event Horizon” back in 1997 and thought it an ugly, silly mess with good actors – Sam Neill and Laurence Fishburne star – mucking about in a spaceship so familiar one keeps waiting for John Hurt to lose his lunch. (Hurt does not appear.) The plot: Neill is a scientist leading the salvage of the spacecraft Event Horizon that went missing seven years prior with no clear explanation. The ship appears as if every ’80s slasher villain has run through it: Blood smears and grisly bodies abound, floating in micro-gravity. Why? How? I won’t spoil it. Naturally, though, the crew ditch the buddy system and split up because in 2047 no one has seen “Alien.” Made by Paul Anderson (not Thomas, but W.S.), “Event” smacks of a film that’s dead certain that pouring on guts, gore, eyeballs, and blood all means horror and scares, not aware that the opposite is true. The paces Neill is put through makeup-wise brings my truest pity. The scenes with men holding on by fingers to bending, twisting iron brought my continuous, unpitying laughter. Time has not been kind at all. D

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Jurassic Park (1993)

Twenty years on I still remember watching “Jurassic Park”: A college kid wowed back to age 5: Real dinosaurs chasing people! So it seemed. Even now, Steven Spielberg’s popcorn ride still rocks with “How’d they do that?’ dazzle, long before we overloaded on CGI. You know the plot: Two dinosaur diggers (Sam Neill and Laura Dern) are invited by a P.T. Barnum-type (Richard Attenborough) to see his latest joy ride-slash-money maker: A Pacific island holding a live dinosaur theme park, with the extinct beasts brought back via magical DNA tinkering. The scientists stare in wonder, as do we as moviegoers. Not impressed: A sharp geek (Jeff Goldblum) who dishes on chaos and dumps on the old man’s grab for big smiles and bigger dollars. Naturally, it all goes to hell when a storm and tech glitches set the “controlled” beasts free and they hunt and kill, as dino DNA dictates. That’s part of Spielberg’s genius here: These animals are never the bad guys. They merely are. The glint of power in a rich Scotsman’s eye is plenty danger. This is amazing fun, always will be, with Spielberg mastering that thing he does: Turning childhood wishful fantasies into unshakable adult nightmares. A+

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Under the Mountain (2010)

From New Zealand comes “Under the Mountain,” a fantasy that marries the adventurous pace of “The Hardy Boys” to the imagination of a J.R.R. Tolkien-like story. Here, a twin brother (Tom Cameron) and sister (Sophie McBride) are sent to live with relatives after the death of their mother. The house of their aunt and uncle sits near a volcanic lake and an old mansion with creepy crawly owners. Lurking about is a stranger (Sam Neill) who appears to have created fire with his hands. Did he? It’s a cute, fun, small-budget film that rightfully stays within its own sandbox, but even the most forgiving of happy film-goers will wonder aloud at the plot holes and inconsistencies. (A last minute forced edit?) The teens are OK. But not much else. Neill adds spark as the wise old guide who is grouchier than Gandalf ever dared to be. C+