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Red Sonja (1985)

Red Sonja (1985)

Heroes of their time. For all time.

Sonja leads a peaceful life with her family until Queen Gedren and her army arrive in their village, slaughtering Sonja’s family and subjecting her to an arduous rape. Sonja is given extraordinary powers in a vision and joins a male-dominated fighting academy to hone her sword fighting skills, becoming the top pupil in the process. During this time, Queen Gedren’s ambition grows and she steals a powerful talisman. Sonja’s only surviving sister is one of the priestesses guarding the talisman and barely manages to escape the slaughter, seeking out Sonja and warning her of the enormous power of the talisman. Sonja swears revenge and sets off to find and kill Gedren, picking up some unlikely companions along the way.

 

I’m not a massive fan of the short-lived sword-and-sorcery genre from the 80s, spurred on by the success of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s superior Conan the Barbarian. By the mid 80s this flash-in-the-pan fad had almost all but faded away and left with it a legacy of such dire Conan wannabes as The Warrior and the Sorceress, Deathstalker and Barbarian Queen. Even the official sequel, Conan the Destroyer, was a far cry from the original. With their bizarre array of creatures and desert sets, the films often turned out more like deleted scenes from the Tattooine portions of Return of the Jedi.

When Dino De Laurentiis was unable to get a second sequel to Conan the Barbarian off the ground, he simply nabbed Schwarzenegger, changed the name of the character he was going to portray and film his own sword-and-sorcery flick based around Red Sonja, a character also penned by Robert E. Howard and who shared the same universe as Conan. The result is a film which, though Schwarzenegger himself described as the “worst film he ever starred in,” is definitely a film not without some merit and charm. I guess Schwarzenegger has purposely blocked out the memories of Jingle All the Way and Batman & Robin when he made his claim (though I’m unsure of the date it was attributed to him anyway).

It’s interesting to note that I’ve still yet to really discuss the title character, played by Brigitte Nielsen. Even though the film is about her character, the promotional work was all about Schwarzenegger and he gets top billing. Talk about trying to capture the Conan market. Casting wise, she certainly looks the part of a huge Amazonian-like warrior but she can’t act to save her life and her lines and delivery come off extremely wooden and monotone. Unfortunately the whole notion of her being a strong feminine symbol of power (and the film contains plenty of feminist thinking) is watered down by the fact she can’t do anything worthwhile without the help of a man: the Conan-in-all-but-name character of Kalidor. She is hardly able to best anyone in a sword fight and needs constant rescue. Its little coincidence that despite his relatively little screen time, Schwarzenegger dominates the film and completely overshadows his co-star.

Red Sonja hardly opens promisingly with a feeble flashback tale of what happened to Sonja which skirts over too much story within a matter of minutes. It’s not like they needed to shorten the running time or anything but we’re brought up to speed on what is going on rather too conveniently for my liking. From there it literally turns into a sporadic sequence of events where Sonja goes from place-to-place and bumps into a few people, usually the same characters it has to be said. To say that the film is rather short in length, not a great deal happens. There’s a lot of talking both of behalf of Sonja and her party and of Queen Gedren who spends most of the film sat on her throne moaning to her minions.

As Queen Gedren, Sandahl Bergman is atrocious and no doubt only cast to continue the links to the Conan franchise. It’s an embarrassing performance which is matched by that of the annoying comic relief duo of Ernie Reyes Jr (the little brat prince whose kingdom has just been destroyed) and his fat servant Falkon played by Paul L Smith. At least it throws up the film’s most hilarious scene in which the little prince is tied up and pulled between two horses. It’s wrong on so many levels. Only Ronald Lacey, one of the Nazis who famously got melted in Raiders of the Lost Ark, shows any self-awareness of just what he’s starring in with his throwaway role as Gedren’s right-hand man. But even he is too buried underneath a ridiculous over-sized hat to come off as anything more than slimy comic foil.

As you can probably tell by now, Red Sonja’s problems come from the gross mis-casting and the poor script which doesn’t really know what it is doing. But as far as the look of the film goes, Red Sonja is as impressive as any sword-and-sorcery film. The production design is top notch and really livens up the proceedings with an impressive array of temples, palaces and underground chambers. There are also some awesome matte shots, particularly of the skeletal bridge, although one would expect a fantasy film to convey such marvel and otherworldly trappings! The mechanical monster scene looks a little dated now and I’m guessing no one thought that making it a water-based beast was an ill-thought, rusty idea. But at least it keeps the mythical vibe flowing well. And for all of its problems, the film is rarely dull. Despite the plodding and meandering structure, the film is rarely too far away from some sword fighting or decent set piece.

 

Red Sonja is big budget trash, corny and hokey at times, appallingly acted out and focuses way too much on Schwarzenegger’s supporting character but at least it’s entertaining and there is hardly a dull moment. It’s got a timeless 80s vibe to it and is hard not to like for what it really is: escapist entertainment.

 

 ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

People That Time Forgot, The (1977)

The People That Time Forgot (1977)

FIRST ‘The Land That Time Forgot’. THEN ‘At The Earth’s Core’. NOW a fantastic incredible world of savage mystery…

After finding an SOS message in a bottle, Major Ben McBride organises a mission to the Antarctic to search for his friend, Bowen Tyler, who has been missing in the area for two years. But in order to find him, the search party must brave Caprona, the hostile prehistoric land populated by dinosaurs and cavemen.

 

Amicus seemed to hit a winning, if somewhat shallow, formula in the late 70s with a string of loose adaptations of Edgar Rice Burroughs books starting with The Land That Time Forgot in 1975 and following on with At the Earth’s Core in 1976. Starring Doug McClure and featuring a load of plastic dinosaur on miniature sets, the films were modest hits and to a young, impressionable child like me, they were the best thing since sweets. The imagination and scope of the films extended far, far beyond their meagre budgets and so what you ended up with are films with wear their hearts on their sleeve and try their hardest but at inevitably let down by the stodgy special effects.

Following on from The Land That Time Forgot, this sequel does a reasonable job of continuing the story of Bowen Tyler and how he survived in Caprona. It’s good to see Doug McClure back in the role to add continuity to the series. McClure starred in all four of these Amicus fantasy films and takes the films by the scruff of the neck. Nothing phases him and he emits cool whilst kicking caveman ass. McClure’s characters always had an uncanny knack of instantly understanding and communicating with primitive cavemen before falling in love with scantily-clad cave girls. McClure doesn’t turn up until half-way into proceedings, such is the nature of the rescue mission plot, but when he does, he immediately bosses the film.

There’s a solid cast of familiar actors in supporting roles too. Thorley Walters does another of his ‘bumbling brainy person’ roles he used to do all of the time for Hammer, Shane Rimmer is there as the token American whilst Patrick Wayne must have been hoping that his attempts to become a dashing hero would have more success with Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger because he makes for a bland lead. Also of note must be Dana Gillespie’s cleavage as the cave girl Ajor. If all cavewomen were as hot as she is (and Raquel Welch was in One Million Years BC) then it must have been a grand time to be a man alive on the planet. The characters are decent enough, if somewhat one-dimensional, and they all do the necessary jobs of either explaining the plot or provide the physical attributes to keep the plot flowing.

But for all of the talking that the characters do, it’s the dinosaurs which are the real attraction here and the special effects look just as cheap as they ever did. Combinations of stop motion, model work and men-in-suits are tried with various degrees of success. But no attempt has been made to make the dinosaurs even resemble actual dinosaurs. The clay, plastic, cardboard and pipe cleaner monsters aren’t scary in the slightest. The pterodactyl at the start clearly has no movement apart from an opening and closing jaw and in a later scene there is a hippo-like monster which explodes and is clearly just an immobile prop. There are lots of miniature sets too for these model monsters to stomp around on and there’s a few toy planes and ships flying and sailing around for good measure. This is 1977, the year of Star Wars, for goodness sake, not 1933! For all of the scope and imagination that the film tries to convey (and the cinematography for this ‘lost world’ is nothing short of amazing), it’s let down by the shoddy special effects.

 

The People That Time Forgot is a decent sequel and good cheesy fun with plenty of plot holes, special effects disasters and ridiculous dialogue. For the kids (or the adults who saw this as a kid), this one is pretty harmless and entertaining. It’s got a perfectly timeless quality to it which creates a mild sense of awe and wonder that many a modern blockbuster lacks.

 

 ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

Lost Continent, The (1968)

The Lost Continent (1968)

A living hell that time forgot!

A creaky tramp steamer carrying an assortment of shady passengers and a cargo hold full of illegal explosives heads straight into a dangerous storm. The crew mutinies and abandons ship when they find out what the cargo is and sea conditions begin to get treacherous. The storm eventually strands the ship and its remaining crew and passengers near a mysterious island, surrounded by weird-looking seaweed and populated by descendants of Spanish Conquistadores.

 

No review would be enough to really describe just how bonkers this film is. It’s just such a weird juxtaposition of films, genres and ideas that it really sinks itself by trying to accomplish too much. For a studio so associated with the horror genre, Hammer’s 1960s forays into fantasy worlds were curious but never good enough or endearing enough to catch on with the public in main like their earlier horror outings. But that’s not to say there weren’t some hidden gems in there. One Million Years B.C. is better known for Raquel Welch’s awesome two-piece fur bikini but featured some cracking stop motion effects from Ray Harryhausen. She was a bit of a tepid adventure but at least gave Peter Cushing something to do other than stake vampires and create monsters. And here we have The Lost Continent, a very obscure film which is very ambitious in its intentions but ultimately falls short because of numerous problems.

The scope of Hammer’s intention with this film must be applauded. It’s arguably their most ambitious work ever and they clearly put a lot of effort into making it look big budget. You’ve got the eerie island which is surrounded by deadly seaweed, drenched in fog and harbours plenty of shipwrecks from various periods in time – it’s a superb set which really conveys the idea of this being a ‘lost continent’ and not just some random island. Even some of the costume design ideas are so bizarre that it’s hard not to give their designer credit. The mushroom-like inflatable shoes that the Spanish conquistadores use to traverse the seaweed are like nothing you’ve ever seen before. The first time you see them in the distance, it looks like some weird monster heading the way of the passengers.

Not only is the seaweed hungry and there are scores of religious fanatics who want to sacrifice the passengers but the island is also populated by a variety of bizarre and even more deadly monsters. The special effects are terrible and the monster models are ridiculous but the best thing is that the cast treat everything seriously. So as utterly pathetic as the crab and the octopus look, the cast battle bravely against them and make them look like a deadly threat. It helps that the creature designs are a bit different with their colourisation too, once again giving the viewer the illusion that this really is a lost world.

The film is entertaining when it finally gets going and they reach the island (and all of the above stuff happens) but it seems to take an eternity to get there. Too much time is spent (badly) developing characters we don’t care about because we know most of them won’t get out off the island alive. The characters all have shady pasts too so it’s hard to really find anyone to root for. A lot less of the backstabbing and bitching aboard the ship and more explanations about what the hell was going on would have been fine. By the time they reach the island, they don’t seem to be trapped for long before they manage to sort everything out into a neat little package and then escape as if nothing happened. The finale is all rushed and you won’t be able to catch your breath before the film is over. It’s as if there’s a lot of random stuff happening and a really flimsy story is patched together to try and work it all out. Did the film really need the long sub-plot about the crew’s mutiny early on in the film? The crew leave the ship as they find out there’s explosives on board. Shortly afterwards the passengers then decide to abandon ship to save themselves. Then a bit later on the passengers come across the ship again and go back on board. Wouldn’t it have been easier for them to have stayed on board? It would have saved some crucial running time for more island action.

The cast isn’t particularly well known but do their jobs well as the group of shady passengers. Eric Porter is brash, arrogant and highly unscrupulous as the captain. There’s eye candy on display in the forms of Suzanna Leigh (who plays a slutty daughter) and Dana Gillespie (who plays one of the enslaved islanders and sports arguably the most gravity-defying pair you’ll ever see). Hammer veteran Michael Ripper is on hand again for another small cameo. There are a few other faces that you may recognise if you’re into your older British films and it helps that there’s no really big names in here like Cushing or Lee. It gives the rest of the cast a chance to shine and they all do a decent enough job. But this really is a film based around its weird and wacky ideas and characters are secondary throughout.

 

The Lost Continent does have its fair share of problems but the ambition and scope of the film are way beyond what one would expect from Hammer. It’s bizarre, it’s obscure and it’s frustratingly brilliant – there’s almost too many ideas floating around here to make it work but somehow it does. It’s strangely compelling viewing and definitely a hidden Hammer gem that’s infinitely better than a lot of their more famous work.

 

 ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 

 

 

Clash of the Titans (2010)

Clash of the Titans (2010)

Titans will clash.

Perseus is born a god but raised by man. So when his adopted human father is killed by Hades, the god of the underworld, as punishment for mankind’s rebellion against the gods, Perseus swears revenge. The people of Argos ask him to lead a mission to stop the Kraken before Hades uses it to destroy their city as punishment for their defiance towards the gods. Hades has secret plans of his own to use the Kraken to weaken Zeus and dethrone him as the ruler of Mount Olympus.

 

The original Clash of the Titans is one of my childhood favourites so yet again it pains me to see Hollywood pillage the past for its present money-making needs. However unlike a lot of the originals that have spawned remakes and sequels, the original Clash of the Titans is certainly a flawed film and one that could have been improved upon dramatically. The special effects and the mythical creatures are fondly remembered by many people but it was Ray Harryhausen’s last film and certainly not his best work overall. The era of Star Wars had ushered in a new era of effects and Harryhausen’s craft was to be rendered obsolete. It’s a film which is looked back on more fondly than it probably deserves but enchanted and inspired a generation of people who grew up on those types of films – the last of its era holds a special place in many people’s hearts. Remaking something like that is usually a no-win scenario because comparisons to the original will always be brought to the fore. If it’s a better remake, people will say that the original has better nostalgia purposes. If it’s a worse sequel, people will say “I told you so.” S I’m going to try and forget about the original whilst writing this review, as hard as it may be.

But maybe I’m making this review too “personal.” When one of my favourite films from childhood receives a big budget remake, I expect it to stand head-and-shoulders above everything else simply for the fact that I want it to. But when a film is so rooted in the mainstream rot that the last couple of years of blockbusters have produced, it’s hard to feel anything but aggrieved and that’s the major problem with Clash of the Titans. Modern mainstream cinema is dead – it’s just a mass of overblown action films that roll off the conveyor belt, each one more dumbed down and insulting to the intelligence than the last one. The studios believe that the awe and wonder of millions of dollars of special effects can keep us from scrutinising the story and characters and it gets worse as the years go on.

To say the film is based on a legendary Greek myth, there’s so little story to be told here it’s unbelievable. The film spends little time explaining the underlying story and it barely gets past the whole “we need to go from A to B” approach, adding little depth to the story or the characters in the process. Everything seems so rushed, so straightforward and so easy for Perseus that he hardly breaks sweat! There’s no sense that he’s going to fail his quest and the lack of peril really makes things chug along a little more underwhelming than they should. It’s also chocked to the brim with the clichés you expect from any summer blockbuster – CGI overindulgence and overkill at a grand scale; the unnecessary and overlong aerial panoramic shots of various landscapes; token slow-motion moments during action scenes; the smallest amount of time possible between set pieces; characters drained of as much characterisation as possible………the list goes on.

It’s a film that clearly looks towards its toy lines and potential for a sequel. Other clichés come in the form of the ‘Braveheart’ speech that Perseus gives to his men (see Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, Troy, King Arthur, et al), the fact that most of his men are given a handful of lines between them (can you say expendable?) and the seemingly forced love interest between Perseus and Io.

From a technical standpoint, the film is superior in every way but that’s to be expected with a budget of $125 million. The special effects look crisp but if you like your cinema and have seen any big budget blockbuster from the past couple of years, you’ll know what to expect. Modern CGI effects are so overblown now that they just fail to impress me anymore. It doesn’t matter how many temples, mountains, deserts, stars, moons and clouds or how detailed everything is, I yearn for the day when everything was just simplified (I blame Lucas and the ridiculous amount of background detail he crammed into Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace). Nowadays, there’s so much going on in the background in a lot of scenes that it just overloads your senses to the point where you lose focus on the main detail.

The major set pieces from the original are still here: the scorpion attack, encountering Pegasus, the venture into Medusa’s lair and the finale with the Kraken. The scorpion attack is arguably the highlight of the film and definitely an improvement over the original. Although clearly sculpted on the Scorponok attack from Transformers, the fight does at least do it’s best to conjure up the spirit of the original. The Medusa sequence looks flashier here with a complex multi-level lair adding to the proceedings. But there’s no sense of atmosphere or dread here and it all looks rather straightforward for Perseus in the end. Medusa looks like a computer game sprite and is a totally wasted opportunity to scare the hell of young kids! The same scene from the original is ten times scarier, has ten times more atmosphere and it may not look as flash, but its way more effective. Pegasus also looks good and has been changed into a black horse although its use in the story seems to have been cut short.

Finally, we come to the end set piece with the Kraken. It’s ramped up in size about a thousand times and despite its massive tentacles crashing everywhere in the city, it doesn’t come off as awe-inspiring as it should. Maybe it’s the fact that it doesn’t do much to warrant getting worked up over it or maybe it’s because we know Perseus will arrive in the knick of time to save the day.

Such a great cast is wasted on films like this as there are too many people around and too little for them all to do. In the leads, Sam Worthington still does little to convince me that he can handle the acting chops of a big budget film as his Australian accent breaks through at almost every opportunity. He’s as flat and bland as he was in Terminator: Salvation. He may have the physical presence to be an action hero but the guy can’t handle dialogue and that’s perhaps why his character has one of the lowest amounts of dialogue I can recall from a lead role in many years. In fact it’s the gods who steal the show in the acting department and you’d wish they’d have been given more to do.

Liam Neeson gets little more to do than walk around in a blinged-up silver suit and stroke his beard. Ralph Fiennes seems like he walked straight off the set from the recent Harry Potter flick with his Voldermort character being channelled into Hades as some pantomime-like villain. Gemma Arterton adds little as the love interest and fellow demi-god Io, other than a set of superb legs and thighs and being forced to look stunning for eternity. In mythology, I believe she is some great, great, great grandmother to Perseus so the fact that they cop off at the end makes me squirm around in my seat a little bit. There are so many other names in this that get little or nothing to do that it’s just a criminal waste of talent. The likes of Mads Mikkelsen and Jason Flemyng get decent supporting characters to get into but not much to do in the film with them. Only Liam Cunningham, as one of Perseus’ crew, adds anything like a proper character to proceedings with his sarcastic old soldier adding a few funny lines before his eventual doom.

 

I can’t say that Clash of the Titans is a total failure because it’s not. It had me entertained throughout but in the end it just fails to capture the imagination in any way, shape or form. It’s ‘just another blockbuster’ with no emotional connection to the audience, save for the anger at the ridiculous amount of money some people would have paid to see it in 3-D. Clash of the Titans had potential to inspire a new generation like the original did but all we get is wasted opportunities and another ho-hum modern blockbuster.

 

 ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

At the Earth’s Core (1976)

At the Earth's Core (1976)

They’re in it DEEP now!

A Victorian scientist and his rich American engineer and financial backer test out a new machine called the Iron Mole which can drill into the Earth’s crust. They hope to find untapped resources beneath the Earth’s surface but what they find instead is a cavernous world of gigantic monsters, primitive human slaves and winged monsters that rule over this kingdom.

 

At the Earth’s Core never really convinces anyone of its good intentions to bring life to the Edgar Rice Burroughs story. Instead we get bombarded with horrible giant plastic monsters, men in rubber suits and cheap explosions on miniature sets. The second Burroughs adaptation brought to life by Amicus Studios, it’s clear that the budget was even lower for this than it was for The Land That Time Forgot. But who really cares? This is perfect Saturday afternoon entertainment for kids (and adults who watched it as kids!) as its fun, stupid, has not-so-scary monsters, the plot isn’t overly complicated and there’s lot of silly action. It’s a fine nostalgia trip for anyone who grew up on this type of film.

The plot is based on an Edgar Rice Burroughs story but that’s probably about as close to the source material as you’re going to get here. The opening scenes in which the Iron Mole is constructed and then heads into the Earth do define the Victorian fantasy pulp era to a tee but then as soon as they get out of the machine and into this acid-tripped world, the film goes off into uber-cheese mode. They then spend the rest of the film going from one scrape to another, getting captured, escaping, being captured again, being attacked by ridiculous-looking monsters and then maybe getting captured again. It’s all in good fun though and it’s harmless and juvenile fun. I don’t know how much actors would have cost to hire in those days but I bet the budget was blown on the trio of Peter Cushing, Doug McClure and Caroline Munro . They are all decent genre actors and were definitely above the material presented to them here.

Peter Cushing is on top form as usual and his presence alone lifts this film from its gloom. His performance is slightly twisted from his usual cool, calm and reasonable man of science. He’s more eccentric this time as if he were playing Dr Who again and the performance does get a bit irritating at times in a ‘granddad who won’t shut up’ kind of way. His fish-out-of-water scientist character is a little goofy but it’s good to see him play against type for a change.

Doug McClure is his usual gung-ho self in this type of film where he just fights and beats up anything that stands in his way. He makes a decent action hero though – he’s a believable ‘everyman’ like Bruce Willis was in Die Hard – someone caught up in the wrong situation. McClure usually has an annoying habit of understanding the native people in these films almost instantly, despite the fact they speak different languages. But here the natives speak well-preserved English and communication is not really much of a problem. It’s clear to see where these two characters will fit into the film – McClure will be the one busting skulls and going from sticky situation to sticky situation whilst buying time for Cushing to figure it all out scientifically. Caroline Munro is the princess, bearing some amazing oil-soaked cleavage but little else (although when you look as good as this, I don’t see the reason to have any other purpose in a film).

It’s a pity that the budget didn’t stretch far enough to do the job of creating this fantasy world. The sets look pretty cheap and you can tell they’re on a soundstage with some poor matte work. In addition to the blatantly obvious rear projection, the film feels claustrophobic as Kevin Connor clearly didn’t want to open up his shots simply because it was a small stage!  The colours are slightly hallucinogenic at times – but it does give you the impression that this is a completely different world and the red/purple sky eerily reminds you that they are in the centre of the Earth as there is no sun. Maybe someone was smoking a little too much weed when they designed the colour scheme.

The dinosaurs do look extremely pathetic too – it’s as if the Japanese had leftover kaiju suits from the Godzilla and Gamera series and Amicus found them in a bin somewhere. The rhino monsters are arguably the worst giant monsters I’ve ever seen on film and their fight scene is ridiculous. But it’s all in good fun though and the film doesn’t really try to do anything too demanding with its budget constraints. These special effects sequences are not made with much in the way of skill or creativity but at least they’re not dull as the creatures get well fed or do some fighting of some kind.

 

There’s no denying that At the Earth’s Core is a bad film in every sense but its fun and innocent and manages to charm and keep you entertained for more than it should. A camp, guilty pleasure in every definition.

 

 ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger (1977)

Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger (1977)

New!! Sinbad’s Boldest And Most Daring Adventure!

Sinbad must travel to the North Pole in the search for a cure for an Asian prince who has been turned into a baboon by an evil witch, desperate to get her hands on his kingdom. On the way he encounters many perils which he must overcome including ghouls, a giant walrus and a sabre tooth tiger.

 

Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger was the last of the Ray Harryhausen Sinbad films and it’s easily the weakest. Hiring Patrick Wayne, son of legendary film star John Wayne, for the lead role and then getting a supporting cast with the likes of Doctor Who stalwart Patrick Troughton and eye candy in the former of Jane Seymour, the foundations were set were set for another fantastic voyage. But alas by this time the era of stop motion was beginning to flag as the era of Star Wars heralded in a new dawn in special effects. The fan base for films like this had begun to dwindle as science fiction and outer space became the fashion, consigning the old fantasy films to the scrap heap. With lower budgets than previously given, it was going to be an almost impossible task for the entire team to be able to work their magic and go out on a high.

Ray Harryhausen tries his best though and creates another army of stop-motion creatures although the majority of them just aren’t as good as his previous efforts and just seem to be recycled from his earlier creations. The ghouls look good during their brief fight at the start but it’s over almost too quickly (and they bear an uncanny resemblance to the aliens in First Men in the Moon) and the troglodyte is also quite impressive, if looking similar to the centaur and cyclops from his previous films. Minoton looks awesome too but is completely wasted in the film in a secondary role (and is vaguely Talos-like). I mean I thought he was going to duke it out with the troglodyte or fight Sinbad’s men instead of being discarded before any confrontations occur. He’s built up to be this deadly, unstoppable force early in the film and then is killed off on a whim before he gets chance to do anything of note.

Also for some inexplicable reason, the producers of the film decided to let Harryhausen animate a stop-motion baboon for the cursed prince. “So what?” you may ask. Well this baboon appears on screen for most of the film either in the background or as the focus of the scene. This would have taken ages to animate and seems to be a bit of a waste. Why not use a real monkey and have the prince turned into one of those instead? You may not have got the effect of him appearing human and the monkey may not have been co-operative on set but at least it would have saved poor old Ray messing around with animating the baboon. It would also have allowed him to create some other monster to fill up some of the long, boring gaps in the film between monster scenes. There’s also a giant walrus and a giant bee but the problem Harryhausen had when he created monsters like this is that we don’t want to see ‘normal’ animals being stop-motion animated. We want to see fantastical creatures from mythology come to life like fire-breathing dragons, cyclops, two-headed birds, six-armed statues, centaurs, griffins, etc.

Where did it all go wrong here? The problem begins with the script and it seems content to either rip-off previous Sinbad films or just use the unwanted ideas from those scripts. There’s nothing here to really grab your attention like there was in the other films. I mean the film starts off well with the fight with the ghouls and the usual mumbo jumbo about curses and evil witches. It also has a decent-ish finale inside the pyramid featuring the token stop-motion monster fight. But for the duration of the rest of the film hardly anything happens. There is a lot of talk and threatening dialogue between characters and unnecessary travelling around the world. What made the other films so exciting was that this was continually inter-cut with action scenes and battles with mythical monsters. The lulls between monster scenes were never this long and overly uninteresting. The special effects in the earlier films seemed to service the story but now it’s the other way around and the story is purely there to link together the monster scenes.

Acting was never a strong point for these fantasy films and this one is no exception. Patrick Wayne is quite wooden as Sinbad and seems to have been cast purely because he looks like a fantasy hero (and most likely because of his infinitely more famous and successful father). Margaret Whiting hams it up completely as the villain with a dodgy accent. Jane Seymour adds some female presence (and a hell of a lot of flesh too) to the film but it’s a pointless role really. At least Patrick Troughton adds a touch of class as the token elderly wise man who helps Sinbad on his mission. Casting wise I would expect nothing less than some decent British talent and that’s what we get, it’s a shame that the script gives them nothing worthwhile to say.

 

Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger has still got enough going for it at the start and end and despite not being up to his earlier standards, Harryhausen’s monsters still look impressive and still create a timeless sense of awe. But younger viewers (and older ones for that matter) may find themselves falling asleep during the middle.

 

 ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

Warlords of Atlantis (1978)

Warlords of Atlantis (1978)

From the depth of space they came to vanish beneath the sea…

Professor Aitken, his son Charles and family friend Greg Collinson are on an expedition to search for Atlantis. During one of their deep sea missions, a giant octopus attacks their boat and drags them and the crew to the bottom of the sea where they are taken to one of the five remaining of the seven sunken cities of Atlantis. The others are thrown in with the slaves but the Atlanteans are interested in Charles and the intellect he possesses. As they attempt to recruit him to their cause, Greg and the crew try to find a way to escape before it’s too late.

 

During the 70s, British company Amicus made a trilogy of cheep and cheerful fantasy films which all featured Doug McClure and were directed by Kevin Connor. Encouraged by their success with The Land That Time Forgot, the studio forged ahead and made a couple of like-minded films which were based on Edgar Rice Burroughs books. This last outing, which is not based on a Burroughs book or made by Amicus, attempts to replicate the successful formula. However it’s easy to see where its inspiration comes from as it follows the same formula with Victorian-era scientists journeying into a mysterious world of monsters. It’s rainy Sunday afternoons for which the likes of Warlords of Atlantis were made.

Warlords of Atlantis has visions above and beyond it’s budget which is a real pity because it’s contains the most challenging themes of these fantasy films with an obvious socio-political tone running through the film. The Atlanteans are not human but in fact come from Mars and intend to manipulate humanity to their own ends. Their world is seemingly that of a Utopian society. All is not as it seems as there is a slave element to this world with undesirable humans being forced to defend the cities from the ever-present threat of giant mutated monsters. Echoes of a totalitarian regime ring true when Charles is subject to a glimpse of ‘the future’ with footage then being shown of the upcoming world wars and then token footage of the Nazis and Hitler – these guys always crop up in this sort of mind-erasing/mind-reading scene (see Flash Gordon, A Clockwork Orange, etc).

I’m giving it way more credit than it’s due. Intentions may be one thing but actually getting them onto the screen in an entertaining and interesting way is another. The script half-heartedly attempts to give the whole thing some structure but it’s basically a series of set pieces linked together with the flimsiest of story. By the time the characters arrive at Atlantis and find out what the deal is with the situation, it’s time for them to escape and head back to their ship. I mean look at the easy way that the crew finally manage to make it out of Atlantis. The film states on a few occasions that it’s dangerous beyond the city walls but our main characters seem to have no trouble in crossing a swamp and making it back to their ship as if they were popping out to walk the dog.

Atlantis itself is simply a couple of ropey-looking matte paintings and the special effects for the monsters look ridiculous nowadays but they’ve got some low budget charm to them. There’s some cheesy rubber eels, some plastic piranhas which stage hands look to be throwing in the direction of the cast and some very slow-moving lizard/mutant things. It’s a wonder they ever manage to eat anyone because they move so slowly that you’d need to be tied to the spot to get in harm’s way. The rear projection is obvious a mile away but at least the cast try and make the best of the situation. Doug McClure is always a good sport for reacting to things that aren’t there.

Ah, Doug McClure! It didn’t matter what sort of character he’s supposed to be portraying in these fantasy films, you know that you’re watching Doug McClure because he virtually plays himself. Either as a rich businessman in At The Earth’s Core or simply a civilian who knows a lot about submarines in The Land That Time Forgot, McClure rarely sticks to the attributes we’d expect of such characters. Instead, he’s quick to step into the role of action hero and gung-ho leader, throwing punches around whenever the situation calls for it. To give him credit, he’s always up for it in these films and adds a nice spark to proceedings. He may not be able to convince anyone that he’s trying to be anyone but himself but at least he throws a mean punch. Conveniently, the slaves all speak perfect English so McClure has little trouble in rallying them to his cause. He also gets the girl (as always) as one of the slaves takes a shine to him. To say that the romantic sub plot is even a sub plot at all would be to do it an injustice as it ends in the most abrupt manner.

Michael Gothard, a dodgy-looking German actor who is most famous for a role as a baddie in Bond film For Your Eyes Only, is the unlucky person to have to dress up as an Atlantean. Whoever designed the costume must have lost a bet because it looks absurd and, coupled with the daft haircut he’s been given, it certainly does little to prevent spontaneous laughter with the viewer. He’s well suited for the part of an alien though and I wouldn’t trust this guy as far as I could throw him.

 

Warlords of Atlantis is Z-grade fantasy filmmaking at it’s most innocent and charming. There’s no swearing, no blood, no boobs and not much hardcore violence. I grew up on films like this and whilst it’s artistic merits and filmmaking pedigree is ropey at best, there’s something likeable about it that’s hard to ignore.

 

 ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

Jack the Giant Killer (1962)

Jack the Giant Killer (1962)

A pretty princess. An evil sorcerer. A hero for the ages.

When the evil wizard Pendragon was exiled by the King of Cornwall, he vowed to reclaim the throne. He attempts to kidnap the Princess Elaine so that he can bargain with the King but his plans are thwarted when Jack, a local farmer, successfully rescues her from the clutches of a giant. Jack is then entrusted with a secret mission to escort the Princess to a convent in France where she will be hidden from Pendragon’s clutches. However on the journey there, Pendragon manages to abduct her. Jack then travels to Pendragon’s island castle where he must battle all manner of witches, giants and Pendragon himself to rescue her.

 

Clearly a deliberate attempt to recreate the success of The 7th Voyage of Sinbad, Jack the Giant Killer reunites director Nathan Juran with actors Kerin Matthews and Torin Thatcher to lesser effect. There are attempts to recreate success and there’s blatantly plagiarising and this film is guilty of the latter. It’s almost a re-run of The 7th Voyage of Sinbad with Matthews and Thatcher playing opposite each other again, similar monsters and even an annoying leprechaun-in-a-bottle, no doubt substituting for the annoying genie-in-the-lamp. The key missing ingredient is the lack of Ray Harryhausen in the special effects department but more on that later.

Jack the Giant Killer is like a fairytale come to life. The film opens with the story of Jack being read from a book before one of the pictures comes to life and we’re transported into the magical world full of all of the classic ingredients of a fairytale: the princess, the dashing hero, a king and a castle, an evil wizard, witches, dwarves, dragons and much more. But the actual script isn’t up to much and simply provides a route for the hero to go from one challenge to the next. And when the monsters aren’t around, the film suffers from a general lack of purpose. This is more than evident during the first fifteen minutes as the film begins with a rip-roaring couple of action set pieces as a giant is unleashed in the castle, captures the princess and heads off to deliver her to Pendragon, only to be fooled by farm boy Jack.

Once this is out of the way, the film never really picks up full steam again until Jack reaches Pendragon’s island, another good thirty minutes or so into the film (witches scene aside, which provides some mid-film scares). At least the final half of the film involves a couple of decent set pieces as Jack and Pendragon finally square off. Kerwin Matthews must have been born to play a dashing hero in this sort of film because he does make a believable action man. Ray Harryhausen once stated that Matthews had an uncanny ability to interact with the monsters he’s fighting and it shows again here. Torin Thatcher puts in another fine performance as Pendragon, full of his usual cartoony evil ways. The two work well off each other although here the performances are more of the pantomime kind, especially from Thatcher. Judi Meredith plays the token female and looks cute but she’s there to be rescued and that’s it.

The main reason that the film doesn’t work as well as it should be is easy to see: there’s no Ray Harryhausen. Jim Danforth’s variety of fantasy creatures don’t look as fluent or realistic as Harryhausen’s and the difference in class is easy to spot. These creatures look like rushed special effects, not like labours of love that have been meticulously animated. They lack characteristics and personalities and they don’t seem to interact with the actors very well. Not only that but they look like the plasticine models that they are with some awful, shiny textured skin and they’re clear rip-offs from Harryhausen’s work. Both Cormorant at the beginning of the film and the two-headed giant towards the end have the same look as the cyclops from The 7th Voyage of Sinbad. It’s a shame because the Cormorant scenes have potential and there’s some entertaining moments as it escapes from the castle and heads to Jack’s farm. These are also the only times when Jack truly gets to be a ‘giant killer’ as he spends the rest of the film using his leprechaun friend to get him out of trouble instead of using his brains and brawn. The climatic fight between the two-headed giant and a giant octopus would probably have worked in black-and-white back in the 30s but in full colour, it looks really cheap.

Its this poor animation really harms the impact of these fantasy creatures as there are some good moments with them, it’s just a pity they look ridiculous at times. It’s the non-stop motion special effects which are far more effective here including the haunting witch attack scene aboard the ship. The scene is saturated with an eerie purple/red glow and the witches themselves are outlined with a ghastly white colour to conjure up a really spectral image. It’s quite a freaky and rather scary sequence and one which may alarm some younger children.

 

Jack the Giant Killer lacks the killer special effects which were the main reason that Jason and the Argonauts and The 7th Voyage of Sinbad were so enjoyable but it’s still a damned fine fantasy film which seems to be overlooked a lot more than it deserves to be.

 

 ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 

 

 

Warrior and the Sorceress, The (1984)

The Warrior and the Sorceress (1984)

An age of mystery and magic… Of swords and sorcery.

The mighty warrior Kain arrives in a village where two arch enemies continuously fight for control of the only well. Kain sees an opportunity and announces to both enemies that his sword is for hire and he begins a series of devious tactics to play both sides off each other in order to make himself the most money.

 

Think of some weird cross between Conan the Barbarian, A Fistful of Dollars and a bit of Star Wars and you have this cheap, second-rate production which isn’t very enjoyable, doesn’t make much sense and is a pretty pointless waste of time. It was inevitable that the success of Conan was going to spew forth legions of imitators and knock-offs which feature plenty of swords and sorcery but with miniscule budgets, dreadful third-rate production values and of course, no Arnie in the lead role.

The Warrior and the Sorceress is a mess from the beginning. I mean if you’re going to do a fantasy epic like this was intended to be, you’re going to have to cough up the dough to finance it. The best ‘fantasy’ creation here is a chick with four breasts (take that Total Recall) and a monster with a few tentacles which is briefly glimpsed. It could have been set in the Middle Ages for all I knew – it’s supposed to be a fantasy film so throw a few fantasy elements our way.

Not only does the film badly try and emulate Conan the Barbarian but it seems to borrow a lot of the bizarre characters which inhabit the Star Wars universe. There’s guys dressed up like Jawas, a weird bald guy who looks like the Rancor Keeper and a miniature puppet that looks like Yoda after a four-month boozy bender. Original creations were not the order of the day for the effects crew. There is also the pretty ludicrous fact that these two mortal enemies have somehow managed to build two massive castles opposite each other in the same town square and through the years of fighting, both sides must have a total of about twenty guys left. It’s like something out of a cartoon or Monty Python comedy sketch.

A strong story is not the order of the day here. We have a big problem when one of the main villains is killed off half-way through the film and then the other villain around the three quarter mark. What happened to the final showdown? In order to fashion a workable ending with some big set piece, the script has to draft in a group of slave traders whom Kain must battle instead – certainly a major departure from the original plot about the well. It’s almost as if the film finishes with the death of the second villain and then another small episode is added on to the end to boost the running time. The action scenes are rather pathetic and most of the time it’s like watching them in slow-motion.

The cast look like they’re still learning the moves on the set instead of fluently carrying off the fights perfectly. David Carradine lumbers his way around the set carrying a big sword but not doing a great deal else. Maria Socas plays the sorceress of the title and must have had a line in her contract which stated that she must remain topless throughout 90% of the movie. I’m not one to knock big knockers in exploitation films but this really is taking it to the extreme! She doesn’t do much in the way of sorcery or casting spells either.

 

The Warrior and the Sorceress was made at a time when the fantasy flick was booming thanks to the success of Conan the Barbarian. All this piece of garbage does is show the world that apart from Conan, the genre sucked big time and it was with a great relief that they stopped churning out these crap-fests…… unfortunately after a good few years of cash-ins.

 

 ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 

 

 

Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

Greatest Odyssey Of The Ages – for the first time on the screen

Jason is the son of a murdered king and sets out to reclaim his father’s throne from King Pelias. He must lead a quest to the island of Colchis where he is to retrieve the fabled Golden Fleece, which is said to bring about peace and prosperity to any nation that holds it. With the help of the goddess Hera, Jason enlists the help of the bravest men in Greece and builds a huge ship to sail in. They are not prepared for the many mythical creatures that they encounter on their way.

 

Tom Hanks once famously said “Some people say Casablanca or Citizen Kane…..I say Jason and the Argonauts is the greatest film ever made.” He’s not too far from being spot on either. Every once in a while, a film is released which inspires a generation of filmmakers to break into the business. Sam Raimi, John Landis, James Cameron, George Lucas, Steven Spielberg and Tim Burton have all been quoted at some point in saying that this film has been one of their influences in getting into the filmmaking business. The amount of respect this film has received from such Hollywood pedigree is amazing. I’ve always preferred The 7th Voyage of Sinbad but this always gets more of the plaudits and recognition.

It’s really hard to be too critical of Jason and the Argonauts because it’s not the sort of film which will blow you away with its direction, its acting or its script. It’s a film which is here to create spectacle, a sense of awe and an ability to transport you into a fantasy world. Maybe it’s a guy thing (I mean look at that list of filmmakers, they’re all male) but its ability to stir the imagination is second-to-none.

I do feel sorry for the directors in Ray Harryhausen’s films. No one ever remembers their name. People refer to them simply as ‘Harryhausen films’ and it’s a fitting tribute to the effects maestro’s influence and legacy in the movie making industry that such recognition is the case. Jason and the Argonauts is really your standard Harryhausen film in which the story serves the special effects for the most and everything else is second nature. It’s not overly faithful to the myth, some of the sub-plots are weak and forced and the acting is pretty stodgy at times. The scenes with the humans are rather dull and there’s a lack of drama or purpose to a lot of them. The acting isn’t wonderful either. Todd Armstrong vanished off the planet after this film and his lines have all been dubbed – it’s a pity because I would love to have heard how he sounded. Nancy Kovak, as the love interest who comes into the film too late and seems rather forced, is also dubbed. There are noted roles for British actors such as Honor Blackman and Patrick Troughton, as well as plenty of other minor British talent including Douglas Wilmer, Jack Gwillim, Laurence Naismith and Nigel Green. Green’s Hercules may make for one of the most ridiculously entertaining versions of the mythical strongman to ever grace film. He’s not some bulked up Italian muscleman but rather a middle-aged man with a bit of a gut on him!

Harryhausen’s special effects may lack the fluidity of today’s CGI and some of the effects have clearly not dated well but there’s denying the one thing that keeps them popular – they feel real and they feel alive. Each creature has character, its own mannerisms, its own little quirks and attitude. The final fight sequence between three human actors and three stop-motion skeletons has arguably never been bettered on the big screen. It’s a three minute fight which took Harryhausen four months to complete and it’s breathtaking in its complex choreography. The skeletons look stunning and Harryhausen even manages to instil a bit of evil into them with their grinning mouths relishing the slaughter. It’s an iconic moment and one of cinema’s most important in the field of special effects.

As great as the skeleton sequence is, my favourite creature will always be Talos, the 100ft bronze giant. I dare anyone not to get the shivers when he comes to life, tilting his head slowly to the side to see Hercules stealing from his tomb. It’s a pity that this sequence is so early on in the film because nothing else matches the sheer awe, wonder and spectacle of this scene and everything else seems low key. Ironically, the most important part of the myth, the seven-headed Hydra, seems such a let down when it appears. I understand the logistics in Harryhausen not being able to follow the legend that every time one of the Hydra’s heads is cut off, another two grow back but the monster is still killed off way too easily.

Bernard Herrmann’s soundtrack is also amazing and one of his best. He manages to match the images on the screen with a riveting and exciting score. His Scherzo Macabre piece of music during the skeleton fight is impressive and really enhances what you’re seeing on screen. Not only is the sound suitably ‘Greek’ but you also believe the notion that this is some fantastical quest in a mythical era with the Mediterranean looking as good as it ever has with the beautiful cinematography really doing the locations justice.

If there’s one thing that always annoys me, even to this day, is the ending of the film. It finishes rather quickly with the promise that “there will be other adventures for Jason.” We never get to see whether he makes it home to reclaim his throne. The film didn’t do as well at the box office as everyone had hoped which is a real shame because if they could see how well-revered and legendary the film has become, they would have filmed a sequel.

 

Jason and the Argonauts is forty years old at the time of writing this review but it still holds up as one of the best films of its genre and a landmark film in technical achievement. It’s cliché to say it but they really don’t make them like this anymore. It’s a timeless classic.

 

 ★★★★★★★★★★