According to mythological or folkloric history, the notion of vampires has been around for ages and fictionalized in many incarnations – from the benchmark of Bram Stoker’s Dracula to the reduction of fucking Twilight. Fortunately enough, Fright Night revitalizes the genre reinstating it’s ancient medieval ritualistic beliefs in this 400 year old vampire called Jerry, played by Colin Farrell who gives his best acting performance to date. Jerry moves in next door to highschool kid, Charley Brewster (Anton Yelchin) in a small community desert subdivision on the outskirts of Vegas whereby he proceeds to immediately remodel and mark his territory unbeknownst to the neighbors – except from McLovin whom Charley dismisses cause he’s got a bad case of the Imogen Poots. But suspicion rises when Jerry comes over to mooch some Buds but is unable to cross the threshold, yearning to be invited in as he points and admires some cabinets and strumpets.
Inevitably like all vampire movies a lot of blood is spilt but between the gore I was taken in by the sinister dark cinematography contrasted by natural desert beams following our hero Anton, who is so charmingly believable within this campy framework that I found myself beside with laughter and amusement. As a remake, this might be an exception that is better than the original and the most fun I’ve had at the theater this year so please don’t give me shit about it.
“I’m a cold Italian pizza, I could use a lemon squeezer.”– The Rolling Stones
What is it about Apes overthrowing mankind to gain superiority of the planet that has captivated moviegoers over the past 50 years? Is it because Man feels inherently bad about mistreating animals? Or is it the notion of the “Survival of the fittest”? Except unlike previous versions these so called “fittest” are monkeys imbibed with a man made potion that enables them to talk jive and go apeshit. The ironic thing is that all these fucking apes are CGI! I guess then it’s only fitting that the good qualities of the human race be represented by James Franco, who not only is a thespian but a lifelong college student. It must be dehumanizing for Franco to be upstaged by the CGI ape, Caesar, who only has a couple words of dialogue (I hope there is Oscar talk for Caesar’s performance as well).
Never for a second did I believe Franco as a scientist with his elementary science kit lingo and his smirk that he wore oscar night when calling the film techies nerds. Also, I don’t care how cute he is, after five years, his Ape Dr. Girlfriend, Freida Pinto, at some point had to notice their pet Caesar was not just your smarter than average Mighty Joe. Talk about being straight from the slums. And while Draco may hate Mudbloods what did those monkeys ever do to him? He is now relegated to rehashing the corniest lines in the movie, “It’s a madhouse!” and “Get your paws off of me you damn dirty ape”. I mean wasn’t it Chuck Heston who uttered those classic lines and not the fucking punkass animal keeper? Now thats what I call a homage fail.
Given that the filmmakers want to make a trilogy, will it finally conclude on the thorny ruins of the Statue of Liberty or will they revive Nova to give a helping hand to one of the astronauts to nuke the planet?