Movie Review Slow Burn

Slow Burn (2007) 

Directed by Wayne Beach 

Written by Wayne Beach 

Starring Ray Liotta, LL Cool J, Mekhi Phifer, Taye Diggs, Chiwetel Ejiofor 

Release Date April 13th, 2007

Published April 15th, 2007 

I have long been a believer in the auteur theory. The theory goes that the director is the author of the film and it is the director's vision above all others that makes a great film. This has bred within me a love of the writer-director, that rare breed of filmmaker who controls each of the most important aspects of the storytelling process.

Writer-directors, in my experience, make better films because the vision of the film belongs to them and them alone. But of course, just being a writer director does not make you a great storyteller. Case in point writer-director Wayne Beach the auteur behind the thriller Slow Burn. This convoluted mystery is the perfect example of a case where a director could have used a trained screenwriter to clean up some of the more goof ball aspects of an otherwise well directed movie.

Cole Ford (Ray Liotta) has risen through the ranks of the District Attorney's office at record pace. Not long ago he was a homicide detective taking night classes to become a lawyer. Now as DA he has his eye on the Mayor's office and his rags to riches political story has him profiled by a Vanity Fair reporter, Ty Trippin (Chiwetel Ejiofor).

However, Ford's rise to the top looks to come to a crashing end when his top gang crimes prosecutor, Nora Timmer (Jolene Blalock), murders a man in her home. She claims the man, Isaac (Mekhi Pfifer) was stalking her and had attempted to rape her when she shot him. Her story however, is full of holes, mostly poked by an informant, Luther Pinks (LL Cool J), who knows far more than he should.

Turning from the prosecutor to the informant, Cole finds two different stories of murder emerging. Each of the stories links back to a major drug dealer and some kind of event that will take place at 5 Am, some 5 hours from the moment of the murder.

Written and Directed by Wayne Beach, Slow Burn is a stylishly rendered attempt at modern noir. Unfortunately, the script is far too convoluted and utterly ludicrous to be taken seriously. Beach sets up a story of race and politics that has some potential, if he were Spike Lee. Wayne Beach is no Spike Lee and thus his racial material doesn't get much deeper than one allegedly interracial romance.

The racial aspect of Slow Burn is strange because it is so shallow and yet so intricately woven into the story. Jolene Blalock's Nora character passes for black but may in fact be white. The psychology of why she felt the need to pass for black, or vice versa, should have been worth exploring. However, Beach doesn't have any insight into this character.

It doesn't help that Blalock, though strikingly beautiful, is a cypher. Not believable as a strong black woman or as a woman trying to be black, Blalock's performance is wooden and predictable. Her performance is in fact so weak it is fair to wonder if Beach was forced to skim her character in order to avoid her performance. That would explain the lack of depth and how the story is hamstrung by lack of insight.

Of course, it could just be that Beach didn't have much beyond his neo-noir pretension to begin with.

You have to respect the commitment of Ray Liotta. He has made a number of pretty bad movies over the years but each performance is committed and even believable. Liotta has no second gear; he goes at each role for boredom and believes in each character he plays no matter how bizarre everything around him may be. As Slow Burn clumsily ambles to its predictable conclusion, Liotta is often affecting and believable. Sadly, the story, and his co-stars are far too inferior for Liotta to rescue.

LL Cool J certainly seems to be having fun playing a character who may as well have been called Red Herring. His character evolves to fit whatever odd shift in logic the story takes as if his character were being rewritten on the spot so he could deliver whatever necessary expository dialogue needed to make sense of this convoluted mystery. At Least he's having fun; just listen to him deliver such goofball lines as "She smelled like potatoes and every man wanted to be the gravy".

LL has a number of lines like that, "She smelled like an orange, ready to be peeled", and he delivers each with a voice that seems just about to burst into laughter.

There is a large kitsch factor on Slow Burn. Both LL Cool J and Jolene Blalock deliver performances that are laughable to the point of turning the film into a campy unintentional comedy. The script is bad enough with its half baked plot strands and predictable ending. Throw in LL Cool J and Jolene Blalock's performances and the kitsch factor nearly makes Slow Burn so bad it's good.

Okay, maybe not so good; but entertaining in ways that I'm sure writer-director Wayne Beach never intended.

Movie Review: Dawn of the Dead (2004)

Dawn of the Dead (2004) 

Directed by Zack Snyder

Written by James Gunn 

Starring Sarah Polley, Ving Rhames, Jake Webber, Mekhi Pfifer

Release Date March 19th, 2004

Published March 18th, 2004

Top 5 Lessons for Surviving A Zombie Attack from Max Brooks' The Zombie Survival Guide (Three Rivers Press $12.95)

1. Organize Before they rise

2. They feel no fear, Why should you?

3. Use Your Heads: Cut off theirs

4. Blades don't need reloading.

5. No Place is Safe, Only Safer

Sage advice for the cast of the movie Dawn of The Dead, the "reimagining" of director George A. Romero's schlock classic by first time director Zach Tyler and writer James Gunn.

Indie staple Sarah Polley stars in the new Dawn as Ana, a nurse on the run after watching her husband turned into a zombie by a ten-year-old neighbor girl. Ana at first doesn't know they are zombies but after hooking up with a ragtag group of fellow living souls, she soon comes to realize that the dead have indeed risen. Ana is joined by a taciturn cop Kenny (Ving Rhames), a studious businessman Michael (Jake Weber) and a couple with a baby on the way (Mekhi Phifer and Inna Korakoba).

There are others but they are mostly zombie food. Other than Michael Kelly as mall security guard CJ, none of the remaining supporting cast makes much of an impression. Not that they needed to, they just have to run, scream, look scared and be eaten and each does a terrific job with that. Otherwise, the core cast members, Rhames, Polley et. Al, actually infuse a little life into their stock horror characters.

The action is centered in a suburban mall near Milwaukee, Wisconsin (Toronto and Ontario Canada stand in for Milwaukee). This is where our band of heroes hole up and bond over the shared experience of nearly being eaten by zombies. The actors do a terrific job of letting the audience share in the frightened excitement and confusion of this surreal life and death situation.

So how do the zombies come to be zombies? The film never bothers to explain. Like Romero's original, the zombies simply spring up out of nowhere one day and suddenly neighbors are chewing on neighbors and chaos reigns. The film’s teaser says something about there being no more room in hell, and indeed you should book your plans early if you want to get in, but really there is no explanation. Only the most nitpicky viewer will care how the zombies were conceived and nitpickers never make good horror fans anyway.

Director Zach Tyler and schlock veteran James Gunn, a former writer for Troma films, have a terrific sense of classic zombie farce. Though there zombies are the sped up new generation zombies that don't trip at opportune moments or shuffle slow enough to allow easy escapes, they are still a great source of both scares and humor. In one scene, Rhames and company on the roof of the mall play a unique time-killing game with a gun shop owner on a neighboring rooftop, challenging the marksmen to pick off zombies resembling celebrities.

There are also moments of good drama sprinkled between the gore and the humor. Keep an eye on Phifer and Korakoba. Also, the film’s ending, which some may find unsatisfactory, I found it to be fitting regardless of how well it hues to the original film.

This "reimagining" of Dawn of The Dead doesn't have Romero's cockeyed undercurrent of consumerism allegory. Where Romero used the mall setting for his 1979 film as a platform for social satire, this new film is more action oriented and the humor comes from different sources.

I never expected to like Dawn. On general principle, I oppose most, if not all remakes. Even I must admit when they get one right and they get this one right. Scary, funny, gory and surprisingly well-acted, Dawn Of The Dead is one terrific horror movie.

Movie Review Honey

Honey (2003) 

Directed by Billie Woodruff

Written by Kim Watson

Starring Jessica Alba, Mekhi Pfifer, Joy Bryan, Lil Romeo

Release Date December 5th, 2003 

Published December 6th, 2003 

The TV series Dark Angel is one of my all-time favorites. I videotaped each episode and now have them all on DVD. I stopped short of getting the barcode tattoo on the back of my neck; I'm a fan but I'm not crazy. That said, when I first saw the trailer for Honey I wasn't as excited to see Jessica Alba as I should have been, probably because I could see the film’s formula construction from a mile away. Poor inner city girl makes good leaves behind friends and family to find success and is burned before returning to her roots. Sadly, seeing the film confirmed my feelings.

Alba is Honey Daniels, a wannabe video dancer who dreams of shaking her stuff in hip-hop videos. For now, she subsists by working as a bartender, working part-time in a record store, and teaching hip-hop dancing at a community center run by her stock, disapproving mother (played by Lonette McKee.) Honey finally gets a shot at her dream when a music video director plucks her out of the club where she parties with her best friend Gina (a stunningly hot Joy Bryant).

The director is Michael Ellis (David Moscow), a smarmy white guy who acts the part of a stereotypical black person to ingratiate himself with the artists whose videos he directs. Honey is conveniently oblivious to the fact that Michael likes her for more than her dance steps. Honey may be distracted by the more attractive advances of a neighborhood barber named Chaz (Mekhi Phifer), who woos her with his integrity as much as with his charm.

Honey is also distracted by attempting to help a pair of inner-city youngsters, Benny (Rapper Lil’ Romeo) and his little brother Raymond (cute-as-a-button Zachary Williams). The kids are terrific little dancers who come from an abusive home and are skirting the edges of a drug-dealing gang. Honey hopes that getting them in a music video could help them stay straight but when she rebuffs the director’s advances, the video is called off and the kids are back on the street.

This story requires Moscow's video director to act immensely irrational in a role that is already beyond grating because of his gangsta posing. Just once, I would like to see this stock characterization reversed. This character accepts the rejection and becomes a supportive friend instead of an over-the-top mustache-twirling villain. Just once.

This formula is so familiar that even lines of dialogue can be recited by rote. Director Billie Woodruff (a former music video director) brings only better music to this formula. Directing as if the film were only a clothesline from which to hang a soundtrack album, Honey parades a number of well-known hip-hop artists past the camera for cameos. Blaque, Jadakiss and Ginuwine have unmemorable screen time, while Missy Elliot steals the movie with her two scenes that take up little more than five minutes on screen. I wouldn't mind seeing Missy get her own film.

For her part, Alba is, at the very least, very committed to her formula role. She infuses Honey with sweetness and tenderness that sells her character’s best qualities. However, when forced by the script, she becomes merely a pawn of the god-awful plot machinations. Her forced obliviousness to the director’s amorous advances are laughable, right up until she finally figures it out. Her romance with Phifer's Chaz is believable because both actors are attractive and look good together. Phifer is slumming big time with this lightweight material; his charisma and presence deserve a far better film.

This poor-kid-makes-good formula is as old as film itself, but has taken on a more insidious quality as Hollywood has moved into its pre-packaged, assembly-line era of filmmaking. Honey is the type of film that can be mass produced and recycled to endless degrees and has been. Sadly it will be again. As I love to point out, Honey is yet another Hollywood movie that had a poster before it had a script. God help us.