I didn’t know much going into this film, other than it was a big hit at SXSW. This is one of those rare occasions where I hadn’t even watched the trailer, so my expectations were pretty much zero. I’m happy to say I was pleasantly surprised by this contemporary Critters in the inner city. Sure it’s flawed and filled with plot contrivances, but the fun you have makes up for it.
The dynamic of the kids keeps you hooked and laughing through the absurdity. Think the Goonies where the gang is comprised of little shits that mug people and use their teenage machismo to battle the gorilla-wolf-motherfuckers that are invading their block. Throw in some over-the-top drug dealers and an overly dramatic climax and you’ve got yourself a silly little film that hearkens back to the 1980s. It’s not a great film, but it’ll make you smile.
Directed by Ron Underwood
For breakfast: Homemade Egg McMuffins
I grew up watching Tremors on late night cable stations like USA and I pretty much know it word for word at this point. It’s silly, it’s cheesy, and it’s a hell of a lot of fun. Kevin Bacon and Fred Ward are charming as handymen Earl and Valentine and they play off of each other well. They’re not quite bumbling, but they’re not that far off either. The rest of the townspeople are quirky without being too stereotypical or obnoxious. I absolutely love rootin’ tootin’ Reba here too, hilarious. The kills are entertaining while the creature effects/gore are gooey and great, if a little dated. There are a lot of plot conveniences but those matter about as much as the logic involved in creating a perspective shot from a subterrenean beast with no eyes. This film also looks better than it has any right to on HD DVD, I had never noticed that Rhonda didn’t shave her legs, huh..
(Note that this was a review written for Film-Talk’s World Cinema Club, so it contains plot information and spoilers.)
One words comes to mind when I think of My Name is Nobody, sillyâ€¦pure, unadulterated silliness. But donâ€™t let that put you off from seeing it. The film not only succeeds in cleverly spoofing the Spaghetti Western genre, but it is a marvelous addition to that genre in its own right. Henry Fonda, in his final western, plays the role straight as can be; while the charming, yet goofy Terence Hill is the source for most of the laughter. The jokes are never dumbed down, which is quite refreshing in this day and age, although there is some slapstick. Most of the humor stems from situational comedy and a lot of puns.