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Community (2012)Starring Elliott Jordan, Jemma Dallender, Terry Bird, Ian Ralph, Paul McNeilly

Directed by Jason Ford


The Draymen Estate is a godforsaken place. Spoken of in hushed tones and all but abandoned by the authorities, the only tales to come from its confines are those of violence, abuse and disappearances. Looking to score some major filmmaking kudos, students Will (Jordan) and Isabelle (Dallender) decide to head into the Estate to make a documentary on the residents’ lifestyles.

A dumb move, of course, as within mere minutes of arrival (via a bus that stops serving the area as soon as it gets dark), the local kids are gleefully showing off their skills at hunting, torturing and mutilating animals. Accompanying one of the youngsters to his home in order to interview his mother, the duo discover a shocking truth about life on the Draymen Estate: The adults are in a constant drug-fueled stupor, while the younger children are uncontrollable, violent little cretins. They’re nothing on the teenagers, though, whose feral natures have seen them almost entirely regress into growling, shrieking pack animals.

All of this is due to the Estate’s biggest industry – the cultivation and widespread use of an exceptionally addictive, insidious strain of cannabis that requires a specific kind of fertilising ingredient for its soil…

With Community, director Jason Ford has crafted a particularly unsettling, and distinctly British, slice of socio-terror. The sense of menace within the estate is penetrative, with just about every interaction with the locals, no matter how benign on the surface, always oozing with threat and uncertainty. All of this is sold by an across-the-board excellent cast, filled with performance highlights – from Jo Dyson’s haunted, drug-addled mother to Terry Bird’s brutish Dumpy, and especially Paul McNeilly as the cross-dressing community leader Auntie, here is a film packed to the brim with distinguishable characters and laudable players.

Wisely avoiding a slip into torture-porn territory, Ford toes the line between exploitation and social commentary to create a very uncomfortable viewing experience for anyone familiar with some of the kind of real-life denizens found in Britain’s most notorious sink estates. Respectful of the audience and his cast, Ford for the most part eschews gratuitousness in both violence and nudity; a refreshing display of confidence from the filmmaker. Community is hyperbolic, certainly (the over-the-top growling of the animalistic teenagers only just stays on the right side of laughable) but not so cleanly divorced from reality as to be dismissed as total fantasy. Think Eden Lake on steroids, and you’ll have some idea (but in turn lacking the brutal impact generated by that film’s realist tone).

While the transition to the third act tends to become slightly too overwrought and talky, Community remains a shocking, disturbing and impressively self-assured piece of work that will really have you wondering what is truly going on just around the corner…

3 1/2 out of 5

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Ash vs Evil Dead S3 E1 Review – Ash is Back, Baby!

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Starring Bruce Campbell, Dana DeLorenzo, Ray Santiago, Arielle Carver, Lucy Lawless

Written by Mark Verheiden

Directed by Mark Beesley


In order to appease fans, the third season of “Ash vs Evil Dead” needs to open with a bang and certainly not a whimper. Thankfully, the team behind the series know that and have spared basically no expense and are wasting no time getting right into the story.

We open to a commercial of Ash promoting his new hardware store, a business that not only sells tools and various accessories but also doubles as a sex toy shop. After all, when buying some screws, why not buy a dildo too, right? As Ash is celebrating the Grand Opening, a knock-off of “Antiques Roadshow” plays in the background where we see a young woman bring in the Necronomicon in the hopes of finding that is has worth. A few uttered words later and the blood not only begins flowing, it douses the screen!

Back in Elk Grove, Pablo’s torso fills with strange and foreign letters, a troubling omen of the evil that’s about to descend upon our plucky Ghostbeaters. Also here, we meet Brandy, Ash’s daughter (although she doesn’t know that at first), who, along with her friend Racehl, gets attacked in her high school by Coogie, the school mascot. This leads her to call her mother, Candy Barr, who in turn grabs Ash and reveals that they are married and that Ash’s daughter is in trouble. Essentially one gigantic dump of news, Ash heads to the high school where a blood-soaked battle ensues, one that leaves more than a few corpses.

At the end of the episode, Kelly reunites with Ash and Pablo, Brandy is brought aboard the team, and there’s Dalton, a Knight of Sumeria, who pledges his service to Ash, although I don’t think he knows what he’s getting himself into…

Moving at an almost breakneck speed, the first episode is absolutely packed with blood, gore, violence, and a couple of moments that actually had me laughing so hard that I had to pause the episode. Bruce Campbell still brings his all to the role of Ash and Arielle Carver-O’Neill, I have a feeling, is going to kill it (no pun intended) as his daughter, Sandy…Mandy? Brandy!

Do we get an understanding of what the greater story is going to be this season? Apart from seeing Ruby get her hands on the Necronomicon and do some weird blood ritual with it that impregnates her, not really. Honestly though, that really doesn’t matter. For now, it’s just good to see the old Delta roaring through the streets of Elk Grove once again.

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Atlantic Rim: Resurrection Review – The #MechToo Movement Has Little Regard for the Ladies

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Starring Steve Richard Harris, Xavi Israel, Jenna Enns, Lindsay Elston, Samm Wiechec, Paul Logan

Directed by Jared Cohn


WARNING: This review does contains spoilers! It’s also a review of an Asylum mockbuster of Pacific Rim: Uprising so I’m not really sure it matters. You pretty much know what you’re getting. People inside giant robots punching giant monsters in the face. Sometimes shooting at them. Duh!

It truly is a bold creative decision in this era of #metoo to have the third act of your movie begin with two male characters, neither of whom has been shown piloting a giant robot previously, grounding the two female robot pilots by locking them in a room in order to go do their job for them and kill the giant monsters that have previously defeated the ladies. Oh, sure, there’s some “mechsplaining” as to how these two guys are sidelining the gals for their own well-being, but even then there’s something unintentionally hilarious about these fellas seemingly deciding to not even trust the women to succeed in what is tantamount to a suicide mission.

Not to mention that one of these young ladies has been infected, potentially fatally, by monster venom and hardly anyone seems terribly concerned about this.

But then I am talking about an Asylum production entitled Atlantic Rim: Resurrection about military officers and scientists piloting giant battle bots (that kind of look like 1980’s Tonka robot toys) to fight giant mutant crawdad-like creatures (that look like perfectly acceptable Ultraman foes) along the East Coast of the United States, even though the city being attacked looks suspiciously Californian. In fact, The Asylum website’s own plot synopsis seemingly forgot it was supposed to be set on the Atlantic seaboard and outright states the monsters are destroying Los Angeles. Their website also wrongly lists the film’s release date as February 15, 2017.

Keeping with those high Asylum standards of continuity, Atlantic Rim: Resurrection is The Asylum’s mockbuster sequel of the forthcoming Pacific Rim: Uprising, even though the original Atlantic Rim, released in 2013 to coincide with the original Pacific Rim, was actually distributed in North America under the alternate title Attack from Beneath for reasons I presume were to avoid matters of a litigious nature. Nonetheless, here’s a sequel with a very sequel-y sounding title despite most American viewers probably not knowing the previous film by that title.

And you know what? Absolutely none of that matters.

What matters is that this mockbuster follow-up finally answers one of the great scientific questions of our times: Robonet or Python – which neural operating system is the best for psychically synching Go! Go! Gobots! with their human operators? Or, as I found myself thinking after nearly 20+ minutes of technobabble that is truly more babble than techno, “Are they ever gonna shut up and punch a giant monster? I’m here to see big ugly monsters get face punched by big ugly robots, dammit!”

In the time it takes this sequel to finally get around to its first full-on robot vs. monster battle, the first Atlantic Rim had already seen more monster destruction and chaos, more molten hot robot on monster action, and far more entertaining scenes of a trio of monster-mashing robot pilots hanging out in bars getting plastered. The first had more of everything you would want from an Asylum knock-off of Pacific Rim about insubordinate alcoholics operating giant robots to save the East Coast from gargantuan sea dragons. Despite the main scientist brought in to get the robots and pilots fully synched up looking perpetually hung over, this sequel lacks the “Mighty Drunken Broski Ranger” attitude, the cartoonish delirium, and ham-fisted acting of the original that led me to pen a three-star review.

Not to say there isn’t any fun to be had here; just nothing that entertains quite like watching David Chokachi swaggering through a film like a drunk broski in dire need of an intervention as he and his fellow hard-drinkin’ robot pilots beat a seemingly lost and confused giant monster over the head with huge metal hammers while an unhinged, one-eyed military officer holds his commanding officers at gunpoint demanding they allow him to nuke something, anything. None of the stars of the go-for-broke original returns for this mostly by-the-numbers sequel I almost want to say makes the mistake of being too grounded in reality than its wacko predecessor except it’s hardly realistic.

For a film that devotes so much time to over-explaining the concept, I found myself baffled as to why the pilots still had to manually work gear shifts and push all manner of dashboard buttons to operate robots supposedly powered by their minds. Did my mind sink into the Drift during this endless mind-melding chatter and I missed something clarifying this sticking point?

Anyhow, let’s meet our heroic robot pilots:

  • “Hammer” – The black guy. That means he dies first. There’s also another African-American who’ll climb into a robot cockpit for the final battle. He’ll also die. The main Jaeger pilot in Pacific Rim: Uprising is black. Willing to bet he lives. Not woke, Asylum. So not woke.
  • “Badger” – Speaking of not woke, the men of the #MechToo movement will come to decide they don’t need no stinkin’ Badger.
  • “Bugs” – She’s got a lot of attitude. Claims her nickname is because she “stings like a bee.” She gets stung, alright.

The always dependable Paul Logan makes a brief appearance as a soldier because – why not? Paul Logan always plays a soldier. He isn’t given much of anything to do here, and that’s a shame. Logan already looks like the lovechild of G.I. Joe and He-Man. Why not go for the Transformers trifecta by strapping him into a mech and let him get his Rock’em Sock’em Robot on?

Logan’s primary function is to show only a passing regard for the well-being of his wife and daughter, a tacked on subplot that sees the two women fleeing on foot as kaiju of various sizes rampage in the vicinity. Of course there has to be a family separated, desperately trying to survive and reunite amid the calamity because, of course there is – it’s an Asylum movie!

The resolution to this subpar subplot could not have been any more anticlimactic if dad had just sent an Uber to pick them up from the danger zone, which, honestly, isn’t that far off from what actually happens.

One nifty twist is that a colossal crawdad from aquatic hell spews forth hundreds of little buggers into the streets of East Coast L.A. The characters will refer to these lesser chitinous kaiju as “insects,” “spiders,” and “arachnids” but never “bugs,” presumably to not cause audience confusion with the character who already sports that call sign. They mostly call them “spiders” in spite of the fact that they really don’t look like spiders. More like oversized earwigs. I’m not even sure they had eight legs.

Don’t even ask me to explain what the “Resurrection” in Atlantic Rim: Resurrection means, either. Since this is a mockbuster of Pacific Rim: Uprising, they should have gone with Atlantic Rim: Rising Up since the film begins with giant monsters literally rising up from the sea. Would have made more sense.

On the plus side, any movie where humans using state-of-the-art mind-controlled giant battle bots armed with super science weapons to fight otherworldly giant monsters from the ocean depths yet still has a moment where an injured pilot cracks open a control panel inside his futuristic robot and takes out a plastic blue case labeled “First Aid Kit” that is overstuffed with almost nothing but Band-Aids still earns a merit badge in audacity from me.

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Not nearly the Rimjob I was hoping for.

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The Cured Review – Ellen Page Fights for Her Life

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Starring Ellen Page, Sam Keeley, Tom Vaughan-Lawlor, Paula Malcomson

Written and directed by David Freyne


Taking a cue from AMC’s “The Walking Dead,” the new Irish horror film The Cured begins where most zombie stories end. Drawing more comparisons, the themes of mistrust and social upheaval are front and center here as well. We’re the real villains, and the infectious disease turning humans into monsters is only there to hold up a mirror to show the worst sides of ourselves. The Cured uses the zombie mythos as Romero intended as a commentary on culture, with a little cannibalism thrown in for good measure.

Against the backdrop of a military takeover attempting to reintroduce the recently cured back into society, two people try to return to some kind of normalcy in a war-torn Ireland that’s been turned upside down by the zombie menace. Recently widowed, Abbey (Page) allows her now virus-free brother-in-law Senan (Keeley) to live with her and her son, even though most survivors are forced to live in an army encampment. Under constant surveillance, Senan’s old friend Conor (Vaughan-Lawlor) radicalizes the mistreated survivors of the virus into open rebellion.

The treatment of the survivors isn’t entirely unfair considering that they still have a connection and are not detected by a small percentage of the infected that haven’t responded to the cure. As both sides size each other up, Abbey and Senan are caught in the middle as they try to restore their humanity before the powder keg around them erupts.

Given its far out premise, the story stays firmly grounded in reality, focusing on the growing resistance and its political implications, drawing parallels to the protest movements such as the “Black Block” that have dominated some recent news cycles. When the virus divided the population, it was easy to know what side you were on; now, the cure has created a new class structure where the lower class is maligned until they cross the line and overthrow the uninfected. Clearly still affected and haunted by the heinous acts they committed when they were infected, the cannibalistic rage they still carry reflects the rage felt by the mistreated masses hellbent on overthrowing the powers-that-be.

Whether for budget reasons or simply a style choice, the eating frenzies that occurred before the cure are never fully shown so any gore and graphic images that could’ve been showcases for effects are left to the imagination. Maybe they weren’t shown because these acts were so unspeakable that they are too horrific to see and too painful to fully be remembered by the survivors. The top-notch sound design ratchets up instead and roars to life to the point where just hearing the carnage is enough to make you turn away.

Page’s performance is the emotional core of the film as she goes from understanding to fear to dealing with the ultimate betrayal. It’s important for a slow-developing story like this to have an actress with some star power, and director David Freyne and his team were fortunate to have a high caliber actress ready to deliver in some of the film’s quieter, more intense moments. Freyne directs these smaller character moments with care and also delivers once things open up to show the inevitable anarchy brimming under the surface.

The Cured may feel too closed off at times to allow its bigger ideas to fully breathe, but it never pretends to encompass a more epic scope that would be more in the vein of something like World War Z. Without ever addressing it directly, Freyne, as an Irishman, seems well aware of the history of the country; and he and cinematographer Piers McGrail inject their film with a pathos that makes Dublin come to life inside the world of the undead.

  • The Cured
3.5

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The Cured is a gritty take on the genre that fits nicely into the new type of storytelling that these stories need to embrace in a post-Romero world.

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