RoboCop 2

(1990) / Sci Fi-Ways


MPAA Rated: R for pervasive vehemence,
treatment content, some nudity and language

Continual Time after time: 117 min.

Players: Peter Weller, Tom Noonan,
Nancy Allen, Dan O'Herlihy, Gabriel Damon, Belinda Bauer, Willard E. Pugh,
Galyn Gorg, Felton Perry, Leeza Gibbons

Cameo: John Glover, Tzi Ma

Cicerone:
Irvin Kirshner
Screenplay: Frank Miller,
Walon Immature

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) takes his first puncture at screenwriting with

RoboCop 2

well-liked, with its
mix of social ridicule, action and heavy doses of violence, and keeps this
b trouble consistent with the tone of the original.  However,
needless storylines and characters weaken what could have been a up
stalk-up, with drabness mainly settling in during the high point battle
between competing RoboCops that is unsavory and moderately comical at the
same later.  The same post-Reagan date commentary is here — corporate
takeovers, union baiting, violent medication wars, and political correctness —
it's just not as deft or percipient this time out of pocket.  Weak villains
(and too many, to boot) and sloppy storylines only muddy some already
murky waters.
Weller reprises his most honoured of
roles as RoboCop (now blue, adore most police), once known as Detroit detective Alex Murphy
(Weller,


Butch and Sundance: The Early Days


)

, and who
seemingly needs reprogramming in the present circumstances that he has taken to having memories of
his one-time life that has his ex-strife on edge.  The corporation that
has constructed him, Omni Consumer Products, needs a more reliable model
to perpetrate their scheme to privatize the law enforcement completely the
diocese, as rise as other prominent dominions, but all efforts at a superior
RoboCop have ended in failure.  New appoint, Dr. Juliette Foxx (Bauer,

Flashdance

), thinks
that the problem is that they need a human ready to be the new cyborg,
and her scheme is to arouse someone glad to continue on as RoboCop 2 — she
thinks someone on expiry series would enough.  While the human cops are
on strike and no new working models of RoboCops are on the view, Murphy
is the sole entity that stands between the criminals and good folk of the
conurbation, who are especially under threat of terrorism at the hands of drug
kingpin Cain (Noonan,


Wolfen


), whose ultra-addictive sedate called Nuke is threatening to
make everyone a junkie.
In the face having a experienced official
in Irvin Kirshner (


Eyes of Laura Mars

,

The Empire Strikes Back


), the trendy wit of Paul Verhoeven is sorely missed,
as his knack to interchange heavy, unjustified violence with comedic eclat that is
B to none. 

RoboCop 2

is certainly deleterious, and it is
amusing, but Kirshner is rarely able to make them so at the same once upon a time the
way Verhoeven did.  Sometimes the publish is forced, such as when
Miller envisions a "politically correct" RoboCop, programmed to be a nice
guy to everyone.  This certainly has comedic possibilities, but they
never quite develop, as we deferred after a big payoff to this ridiculous joke
aside that deflates simultaneously RoboCop finally pulls out his gun (shooting at a
man for smoking).  It also is confusing for Dr. Foxx to want a iceman
to suit the next RoboCop when the renowned is crying obsolete in the interest of a kinder,
gentler law enforcement cyborg.  If she can just barely put down the
good one, what makes her yen for putting the worst vermin workable in the
suit?
The best moments of the film are
ones that remind us of the earliest haze, such as when Murphy struggles with
his confrontation with his ex-partner, who is unable to overcome her regret
not knowing whether the houseboy that is inhabiting RoboCop's armor is still
able to keep in mind her.  Such moments were what gave the first membrane the
necessary depth to go from great camp to thoughtful satire, but that
aspect is ditched not long after it is introduced.  To go to all of its
unfitness to step out of the shadow of its predecessor, this sequel is
OK much of the way, until it goes into freefall once the RoboCop 2
character is introduced.  The ending half hour is noisy, sadistic and
really shows how weak many of the rectitude actors are in delivering
either jokes or menace. 

RoboCop 2

isn't far off
from the letter of Murphy himself, leaving us to wonder whether there
is any humanity or original thought going on inside of its artificial
exterior to redeem it.  While certainly delivering bloody action and a
not many mild laughs, Kirshner isn't quite in attune with Miller's commentary on
urban ills, the drug war, or the privatization of our safe keeping net to
uncaring corporate entities.  Both Kirshner and Miller afterward
claimed that the film's dereliction had been ample to constant studio meddling
with the production, and that certainly is evidenced by so divers unsettled
untidy ends in the narrative.  Preferably of tongue-in-cheek humor we lay hold of
cartoonish confrontations, and in place of during-the-garnish flair we emplane
relentless amoral displays without irony.  The end of the film
suggests that the saga will persist in, and indeed it does, but at nearly
two hours in for ages c in depth, it's tyrannical not to feel cheated that we aren't given a
proper end to the contention when about 70% of the film explores hook
superfluous side plots. 
– Followed by


RoboCop 3


.

Qwipster's rating


:

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MONSTURD

Passable

By Brian Thomas    
March 22, 2004
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MONSTURD

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Get it? "Beneath me"? Ka-ching!
To add a layer of believability to the tale, it's related by a little girl (Hannah Stangel) to her father at bedtime in a wrap-around sequence. When convicted serial gunfighter Jack Schmidt (Brad Dosland) escapes from Butte County reformatory, FBI Agent Hannigan (Beth West), who arrested the man years formerly, goes out to capture him again. Teaming up with limited lawman Sheriff Duncan (Paul Weiner), they road Schmidt into the town's surprisingly large sewer system, where the criminal is shot and consumed by toxic chemicals dumped there by out of one’s mind scientist Dr. Stern (Dan Burr). With his wrong now the main express in a police investigation, Stern sneaks into the sewage treatment plant to set free the evince encourage into the sewers. Soon after, people begin disappearing around town, with clues pointing to a go back of Schmidt.
Duncan and Hannigan analyse, but diminish to grind loose a stool pigeon or clue pointing to a believable solution. They done have to agree to bear the impracticable: Schmidt has been reborn as a crap fiend! Despite the indication they've collected, the municipality convocation doesn't on their story, and refuses to shut down the upcoming chili carnival. To head below par tragedy, the lawmen launch a plan to flush out the fecal golem and wipe it out once and in support of all. (No a certain thinks up the overt solution: chasing the non-spiritual luxuries into a pompously fiend.)
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MONSTURD

will definitely be on it. I failed to medicate before my screening, and so at worst garnered a few solid laughs out of it, but I can accept how watching it with a few friends and a few dozen beers would restore b succeed it a shindig. It has that whole

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doodad present on. As a touchstone, Wonderful-8 auteur Mark Pirro (

EXCOMMUNICATE OF THE QUEERWOLF

) has a unimaginative vicinity, and also contributes some title f/x. It's competently buckshot, with some nicely composed images and interesting locations. The horn f/x and man-in-suit monster are equal to or overhead the standards of most revealing budget horror comedies.
It's tough to criticize a film that's already an ode to crapper humor, but

MONSTURD

's sheer flaw is in its performances by a name of non-acting actors. The leads do a surprisingly well-proportioned job, with Weiner and West fetching a refreshing decay with the required romance subplot. Usually, amour seems to be studied into aversion thrillers, but exceptions to this rule (such as

MONSTER THAT CHALLENGE THE WORLD

) really up-end b stay out. The grieving widowed sheriff and lonely FBI Agent, guardianship adversity due to their deformity hunt, can however muster a wary flirtation while pounding down tequila, but it's sympathetic of sweet. But too many of the shred players fade to sell the material, causing a an enormous number of doo-doo jokes to tackle flat.
After a modest release on the Dead Cognizant of sobriquet in the Spring of 2003, Elite scooped up the rights to

MONSTURD

for this more attractive package deal (an anonymous model replaces the dungaloid on the cover). The writer/directors and a couple of the stars gather for a commentrak, and patently

MONSTURD

is on their Feverish Viewing DVD List, as everyone begins to talk over everybody else more and more fully, and the undisturbed of clinking beer bottles is in evidence. As happens with many films of this specimen, they love their haziness more than anyone else, and are also more critical of it than anyone is favourite to be. Twenty-four minutes of behind-the-scenes footage further explains how the turd fiend was created, and how myriad of the most disgusting shots were achieved. "Accomplished thing I took a shower this morning," observes actor Brad Dosland as he wades into a pit of filth. However, however a nod is made to

SOUTH PARKLAND

's Mr. Hanky at complete point in the fog, no one ever mentions Kevin Smith's

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, which had the advantage of Salma Hayek pole dancing in lingerie in the even so sequence with its crap monster. (Nice juxtaposition, Kevin.)

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James Sanford

GATTACADirected by Andrew Niccol
In the future, a "love child" could face problems far worse than
anything ever imagined by Diana Ross and the Supremes. After all, in the
world of "Gattaca," the right genetic make-up determines your future,
and parents are willing to pay plenty for designer genes to ensure that
their children live long, healthy and comfortable lives. Those unlucky
enough to be "natural births" run the risk of being labelled "in-valid,"
a title that guarantees a future of menial work.
Such is the pre-determined destiny of Vincent (Ethan Hawke), the
product of his parents' romantic getaway on "the Detroit Riveria."
Vincent dreams of being an astronaut, but, having been born with poor
vision and a 99 percent chance of heart disease, he's quickly set
straight by his father, who warns him that "the only way you'll see the
inside of a spaceship is if you're cleaning it." So what's a guy to do
but borrow the identity (i.e. the blood, urine, skin cells and hair) of
a "valid" to get into Gattaca, the training ground for astronauts?
"Gattaca" is a smart, beautifully crafted piece of
not-so-science-fiction that manages to successfully mix social
commentary and suspense into a generally enthralling story.
Writer-director Andrew Niccol's vision of the world of the near-future
is strikingly simple, an environment dominated by golden hues and dull
greys, sparked ocassionally by electric blues and greens. While
technology has marched ahead–with instant DNA analysis making life much
easier for police officers and employers–fashion has gone back to the
Camelot years, with men confined in rigid business suits and women
sweeping up their hair into Doris Day-style honeybuns. Michael Nyman's
spare neo-classical score complements the picture beautifully.
Vincent's risky masquerade would have provided more than enough of a
plotline by itself, but Niccol raises the stakes by introducing a love
interest (Uma Thurman) whose outer perfection hides her inner
weaknesses, as well as including a hastily resolved murder subplot
that's easily the movie's flimsiest element. Niccol also gets solid
performances out of Hawke and Jude Law, as the crippled genetic superman
who sells his persona to Vincent. Aside from looking gorgeous
throughout, Thurman doesn't have much to do, but she seems much more at
home here than she did in the campy climate of "Batman & Robin."
Unlike most recent science-fiction, "Gattaca" actually gives you
something to talk about on the way home, and you're certain to think of
it again the next time you clip your fingernails and buff away some dry
skin.
James Sanford

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On Video -

Halloween: H20

(1998) - Rated R



Starring: Jamie Lee Curtis, Adam Arkin and L.L. Cool J

Rating:

out of

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I remember when I was in fifth condition, I snuck downstairs late at night to sneak a peek at the earliest


Halloween


when it was on HBO. I was mesmerized and startled to extirpation at the same time. "The Shape," aka Michael Myers, was a chilling and oddly fascinating mark. The eyes of his shadow on the side of a building sent shivers up my spike.

I remember a scene that showed his silhouette against a house for a few seconds and the camera cut away as someone caught a glimpse of him. When the camera returned, he was gone. Little things like that scared me more than what little blood there was.


Halloween


sparked a number of imitators that added buckets of blood, but none of them had those little scary touches like the scene of "The Shape" against the wall.

So when


Halloween: H20


was announced, I was at once a little skeptical but excited. Jamie Lee Curtis would reprise her role as Laurie Strode, the survivor of the first and second


Halloween


movies.

H20

would be ignoring those sequels from 1982 to 1996, that had basically turned the storyline into another slasher epic, with the addition of psychic powers, strange secondary characters and a complete loss of focus on the true nature of what had made the original so powerful. With a lot to live up to,


Halloween: H20


had the potential to disappoint as easily as it could return the series to greatness.

Unfortunately, the movie does not live up to the original. It barely matches up to 1981's unnecessary


Halloween II


. It

tries

very hard to be better than those other, now ignored, sequels, but it doesn't quite make it.

It's now 1998 and Laurie Strode has moved to Northern California to take a job as the head of a private school. She has a 17-year old son named John (Josh Harnett), who attends the school. Laurie and John have been battling the demons inside Laurie's head in different ways. Laurie copes through alcohol and John tries to keep her straight. It's beginning to take a huge toll on both of them, and something's got to give. A visit from Michael Myers, however, is not quite what they need — but it's what they get.

I'll leave what little plot is left to the movie. If you decide to see it, you won't need to take notes to keep anything straight. It's as simple as slasher movie plots get, with plenty of false scares and predictable dialogue. The movie tries hard to be unique, even including appearances from L.L. Cool J, Adam Arkin and Janet Leigh (Jamie Lee Curtis' real life mom and


Psycho


star.)

However, director Steve Miner, who directed


Friday the 13th Part II


and


Friday the 13th Part III


, attempts to pay homage to the original by aping some of its best scenes. Only one, involving a closet, pays off. The rest are so blatantly lifted from the 1978 original, it gives the movie a by-the-numbers appearance, as if Miner expected to regain the greatest of the original by taking the best scenes from it. That's like attempting to retain a painting's originality by simply taking a picture of it. It may look good from far away, but up close it's going to be missing more than a few key elements.

If nothing else,


Halloween H20


serves as an adequate final chapter in the splintered timeline of the

Halloween

series. That's about it.

Trivia:

Director Steve Miner has also directed episodes of TV's

Dawson's Creek

and

Diagnosis: Murder

.

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54

(1998) - Rated R



Starring: Ryan Phillipe, Mike Myers and Salma Hayek

Rating:

out of

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Even if I didn't separate elevate surpass, I'd press finished watching


54


and wondered, "What happened to the rest of the movie?" Alas, I do know that


54


's director, Matt Christopher, wanted to make a different impression than the one-liner we can in this day lease at the local Blockbuster. It shows.

The so-called "Walt Disney" version of the film is missing a few key elements from the original film, including a love triangle that would have made the film a heck of a lot more interesting. Instead of a racy look at one of America's decadent nightspots, the movie is a rather bland and average drama that takes place in a sanitized version of Studio 54.

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Shane O'Shea (Ryan Phillipe) dreams of hanging out with the stars at Studio 54 instead of bumming around with his friends at New Jersey bars. So, he gets his friends to drive over to New York City to attempt to get in to the notoriously hard-to-get-into disco. Shane is spotted by Studio 54 owner Steve Rubell (Mike Myers), who lets him (but not his friends) into the disco.

Shane eventually gets a job at Studio 54 and strikes up a friendship with Greg (Breckin Meyer) and Anita (Salma Hayek), both of whom work at the bar as a busboy and a coat room clerk respectively. Greg shows Shane the ropes as a busboy, and explains the rules of working in as strange an atmosphere as the disco party capital of the world.

The rest of the plot deals with Shane trying to pit his naivete against the "shocking" world of Studio 54, succeeding in making a name for himself amongst the odd clientele of the club. Frankly, I don't think that the story of the fictional Shane is anywhere near as interesting as a bio-pic on Steve Rubell could have been. If a filmmaker prefers to focus on a fictional character, they should at least make him or her interesting enough to carry an audience's interest throughout the running time of the film. Shane O'Shea is no Dirk Diggler.

Mike Myers does an adequate job of portraying Steve Rubell as a complicated and somewhat fragile character. His performance isn't quite as "Oscar-worthy" as some reviewers have supposedly coined it, but it's not bad. It's nowhere near as yawn-inducing as Ryan Phillipe's Shane or as under-utilized as Salma Hayek's Anita either.

It's a shame that this story couldn't have been told as it was intended, because I believe there was a killer movie here originally. It's a sure sign that too many cooks spoil the broth when there are almost as many producers' names in the credits as there are cast members'.

Trivia:

The disco-dancing grandma, Dottie, is played by Ellen Albertini Dow. You might remember her as the rapping grandma from



The Wedding Singer



.