Days of High Adventure: ‘Yor, The Hunter from the Future’ is Pure B-Movie Heaven
‘Yor’, like its titular protagonist, towers above its fellows, a higher form of B-movie than most, maybe even all of its contemporaries.
What makes a good B-movie? It’s a tricky thing to outline, to say the least. When a B-movie presents something of sufficient quality, after all, it’s generally no longer considered a B-movie….it’s just a movie. The term “B-movie” originally referred to smaller films made outside the major studio system, less explicitly a mark of quality and more a way to set smaller films apart from the major releases, but in the years since the term entered the popular lexicon, it has taken on a new meaning. Nowadays when we refer to a B-movie, it refers to something notable cheap, chintzy, and for the most part bad. B-movie-dom has come to be directly associated with camp, with schlock, with a low-rent vibe you’d see in made-for-TV movies and VHS-boom shelf-warmers. So how can films meet our modern definition of a B-movie and still be, by most metrics, good? The easy answer is that they can’t. That’s okay though – they don’t have to be. Even movies that are bad can be fun, memorable, and worth coming back to. They can, in other words, be Yor: The Hunter from the Future.
Yor is one of those films that can be hard to “sell” without it just descending into a breathless description of all the best scenes, but let’s try anyway. On its surface it’s the classic barbarian swords and sorcery film, one that liberally mixes the caveman epic with traditional fantasy, as well as a healthy dose of science fiction at the end. In an unspoiled land populated by dinosaurs, monsters, and wandering tribes of humans, a lone warrior named Yor arrives from parts unknown on a quest to discover the secrets of his ancestry. Yor happens upon a tribe of locals, saving two of their number from a rampaging dinosaur. He’s welcomed into the tribe just in time for another calamity, this time an attack by another tribe, one far more savage, brutal, and purple. From there, Yor is joined by the elderly hunter Pag and the beautiful Kalaa, and embarks on a series of adventures in his quest for answers, eventually taking him to a secluded island controlled by the villainous Overlord and his army of robots – because the “secret” of Yor is that it isn’t a pre-history or fantasy movie at all, but a post-apocalypse film (I say “secret” because it’s literally in the title and on the cover).
So what makes Yor so special then? Well, if you start working your way through some of the most beloved and oft-remembered b-movies, you’ll find that many of them owe their success to just one element. A particular scene, a single performance, a behind-the-scenes tidbit, something like that. People mostly remember Undefeatable for the ludicrous fight scene at the end, or Mazes and Monsters for an early starring role by Tom Hanks. When you actually start watching a lot of films like this, the odds are good that they’ll be surprisingly dull affairs outside of brief moments of interest, but this isn’t the case with Yor.
Yor is a film constructed entirely out of moments and elements that would secure a single B-movie a devoted following on their own. However, instead of relying on just one or two baffling, gloriously goofy or eminently “riffable” elements, Yor has a seemingly endless supply. Every five minutes (if not less) something happens or stumbles into view that will have you cheering, gawking in confusion, or both. More often than not, the best of these moments are set to the film’s incomprehensible theme tune by the Angelis brothers, a glorious mix of bleepy, bloopy Cassio synth and mostly nonsensical lyrics clearly written by non-English-speakers.
The lead is Reb Brown, a goofy, hair-helmeted action figure of a man, so much so that his stunt double in one scene is literally an action figure. Along for the ride are Italian B-movie mainstay John Steiner as Overlord and one-time Bond Girl Corrine Clery as Kalaa, and all of them get their share of quotable lines, ranging from the on-the-nose (“We will need a lot more hemp before we’re through”) to the confusing (the entire theme song).
Yor is the kind of B-movie that you want every B-movie to be: one that’s almost never boring and has just enough budget and audacity to feel like a cut above the norm, but not so much technical skill or deft execution that you feel like you accidentally put on something good. The barely-mobile papier mache dinosaurs are at least impressively-sized, and the industrial plant that stands in for Overlord’s base (possibly the same place that Reb Brown would shoot Space Mutiny just a few years later) makes for an interesting backdrop for the last act. It feels like it has more money and ambition going on that many Italian-produced VHS fodder from around this time, but not so much that it ever stops being a prime slice of B-movie cheese.
It’s like a perfect storm of pulp goofiness, infused with that slight sense of “otherness” you often get from Italian genre movies, where nobody quite acts human and everything feels almost indescribably off-kilter. As far as swords and sorcery goes, it’s certainly an atypical example of the genre, extremely light on both swords and sorcery, but there’s no other genre it quite fits into, as it’s not quite a caveman movie either, nor a sci-fi or post-apocalypse film, despite borrowing elements from those genres. Yor, like its titular protagonist, stands alone. It towers above its fellows, a higher form of B-movie than most, maybe even all of its contemporaries.
It is, to put it mildly, a hell of a thing.
‘Rojo’ Takes Carefully Composed Aim at Argentina’s Murky Past
Getting off to a creepy and crackling start, Benjamín Nasihtat’s Rojo can’t quite live up to its opening promise while admirably trying to navigate a muddied maze of vague suspicion around a small town in Argentina during the 1970s before the coup. Still, though the story bumps into a few dead ends before finally emerging into some light at the finish, exquisite compositions — punctuated by occasional bursts that mimic the time period’s cinematic style — and a quietly simmering performance from star Darío Grandinetti manage to keep things engaging enough throughout this low-key thriller.
After a mysterious opening shot in which an abandoned house in a pleasant neighborhood is calmly looted by various locals, Rojo directs our attention to a cozy, upscale restaurant where respectable lawyer Claudio sits alone, waiting for his wife, courteously acknowledged by other similarly well-off patrons. He draws the ire of another customer, who abrasively chides Claudio for occupying a table when he is not ready to order, thus depriving those who are. Pretending to take the higher road, Claudio gives up his seat, but can’t resist also giving this rude young man a lecture of his own — one that despite its refined vocabulary, smacks of hostile superiority. From there, an altercation ensues that will not only haunt Claudio for the rest of the film, but also stand for a certain societal rot that took over a country.
The sequence is chilling in its callousness, the way in which a person is removed from a restaurant — and a community — with nary a blink of an eye; soon, everyone is back to chattering away, enjoying their meals as if a mere pest had entered and was quickly shooed away. Beneath their civilized faces, however, their are subtle signs of deep unease. Rojo expertly creates a tension here that it will then go on to very slowly dilute, as more and more tangents are given prominence in an attempt to reinforce already clear themes without shedding new light on them.
The paranoia and guilt lurking beneath nearly every interaction in Rojo serves to bring attention to the various disappearances that take place and are alluded to throughout the story. That fear of being “disappeared” without a trace is a clear reference to the “los desaparecidos” — political dissidents from the era who either fled the country or were kidnapped and murdered in the wake of a military coup that wanted to silence opposition. The premise that one can suddenly say the wrong thing and summarily be erased from society while everyone looks the other way is an inherently scary one, and that pervading atmosphere goes a long way toward making Rojo highly watchable.
However, once the general idea is firmly and skillfully established, Rojo seems to have little place else to go with it. A subplot involving selling the house from the prologue is mildly interesting in how it portrays the opportunistic behavior that capitalized on atrocity, but the process eventually fizzles out. American rodeo cowboys pay a visit, alluding to U.S. involvement during the coup, but not much else. A trip to the beach perhaps shows a bit of the pressure that gets to those who have had to turn a blind eye for so long, but little else is garnered outside a stylish depiction of a solar eclipse that washes the screen symbolic red. A teenage romance seems like it’s reaching for something important to say about dominance and jealousy, but can’t come up with more than another disappearance — and of a character who might as well be a nobody regardless, for the few minutes they are on screen.
A missing doctor, a magician’s act, a church confrontation; the power of the vanishings is undermined somewhat by their frequency. But maybe that’s the point — that we all can be desensitized to injustice.
Still, whether or not one finds meaning, it’s hard to take one’s eyes off such gorgeously composed images as Nasihtat has crafted here. Though its plot often seems to lack focus, Rojo still emits a feeling of pinpoint exactitude through pictures. Nearly every frame is a joy to examine, creating a palpable sense that angles and staging have been meticulously prepared to convey important information key to unlocking the script’s mysteries. Restrained use of zooms and freeze frames also help inject some period style into the proceedings, and can be effectively startling. Holding it all together though is the repressed performance of Darío Grandinetti, who masterfully finds the quiet fear and hypocrisy in a certain kind of ‘upright’ citizen. As the various pressures grow (including from a big-city TV investigator played by Alfredo Castro), will he be able to hold it together?
The payoff is a bit anti-climactic, but Rojo has already been trending that way since the beginning. Nevertheless, it does conclude on a more explicit note, and there is a great visual pleasure to be had from simply watching this story unfold in such sharp, capable filmmaking hands.
‘Rojo’ is now available on digital formats from 1844 Entertainment.
‘Queen of Hearts’ is a Frank and Difficult Look at Sexual Desire
Trine Dyrholm is typically brilliant in Danish film ‘Queen of Hearts’ — playing an older woman embarking on an affair with her stepson.
Queen of Hearts starts with a rather banal scene. Anne (Trine Dyrholm) walks through the woods with her dog. Her children are just outside her large, glass-heavy house. She goes inside, where her husband, Peter (Magnus Krepper), says police have called and he has to go. She looks outside at some barren trees, dramatic strings play, and the title credits come on; it’s a seemingly innocuous moment curdled into something far more ominous.
This opening salvo with something moody and dark hiding within the banality and reliability of a simple family scene (later revealed to be in the future) sums up the Official Danish Best International Film submission Queen of Hearts as a whole. This is a film of bad decisions, loneliness, and creaky moral boundaries, interrogating the mores of modern womanhood against the backdrop of supposed domestic perfection.
Our protagonist, Anne, is a lawyer who works with children who have been abused. She knows how to talk to young victims of rape and neglect, balancing a firm sense of what’s right with the necessary language to give these children hope. But she has difficulties switching from work to home, unable to give her twin daughters the affection they deserve. One way for anyone to switch off and focus on life outside of work, of course, is to engage in some form of intimacy; yet, her hypocritical, workaholic doctor husband has little time to give her any attention in the bedroom.
When Peter’s teenage son, Gustav (Gustav Lindh), turns up to stay for the summer, Anne is immediately attracted to his moodiness and sexual swagger. Their slow seduction scenes seem to all come from different movies: porno (he suddenly comes out of the shower in the towel), summer indie drama (a scene in a lake with splashing water and an ecstatic soundtrack), and eventually horror (a writhing, overly staged sex scene in the dark that is extremely shocking in its frankness).
These shifts in tone reflect the film’s queasy study in shifting sympathies, making Queen of Hearts a modern morality play baked in typically Scandinavian seriousness. Is Anne simply engaging in a harmless affair, rediscovering her long-dormant sexuality? Or is the age difference simply too far? With echoes of both The Hunt (2012) and the women-focused sex-dramas of Lars von Trier, it is sure to provoke a mixture of praise for its brazen female sexual gaze, and eventually disgust for where this gaze finally takes us.
Most of us assume that we are good people, even as we are engaging in less than savoury activities. It may look bad to people on the outside, but we have our reasons. The ever-reliable Trine Dyrholm turns in another mesmerising performance here, balancing her own lack of sexual self-confidence against her outwardly authoritative presence as a lawyer. Even if we cannot agree with what she does, Dyrholm successfully conveys her character’s complexity, making her sympathetic throughout. But just as we can never judge ourselves objectively, we can never know the ultimate effect our actions may have on others, especially in a dynamic such as this, leading to some bitter results.
Queen of Hearts asks the viewer to never make assumptions, to think outside of clichés, and to really dig deep into the true heart of the matter. Director May el-Toukhy knows she has strong actors and a strong screenplay here, employing minimal tricks to just let them get on and really chew into the material. While unlikely to make it into the final Oscar shortlist, Queen of Hearts deserves a lot of credit for its utter brazenness and steadfast commitment to its difficult premise.
‘Ford v Ferrari’ Drives Fast with Little Under the Hood
A classic Hollywood drama with fast cars and a stellar Christian Bale performance that feels great despite a lack of emotional substance.
Many directors always struggle with producers and other businessmen to retain their vision. What might work most for that vision may not be what focus tests and audiences have proven to enjoy, so the film gets reworked and reworked until it becomes a box office hit, and potentially retains a director’s intent. Ford v Ferrari doesn’t necessarily feel like that — this is a James Mangold film in many regards — but by the end of its story of vision and skill versus marketing and business agendas, Mangold’s latest wrestles with placing trust in an individual against an entire body of suits.
When Carroll Shelby (Matt Damon) is approached by Ford Motors to create a car fast enough to beat Ferrari at the 24 Hours of Le Mans (an annual racing event where drivers go all day and night around the same track), he is forced to fight tooth-and-nail to get the best driver for the job: Ken Miles (Christian Bale). Shelby’s fight is singular; he wants to win the Le Mans, and knows that Miles is the only one who can do it. Yet, Ford Motors is still a company with many eyes on them, and employing the hot-headed Miles as a driver could be disastrous. So begins a struggle for Shelby and Miles to have their desires met by a company looking at the bottom line. That struggle — one that underscores every decision made by the characters in the film — is what sits at the core of Ford v Ferrari, and keeps things interesting. Set that aside, however, and the film loses a lot of momentum.
Still, the racing will grip audiences throughout. The final Le Mans challenge runs for a decent portion of Ford v Ferrari and is engaging throughout, but there are several other races and practices where Mangold’s craftsmanship as a filmmaker shines bright. Miles sits in the driver’s seat of all of these moments, and Bale’s performance is never stronger than when his character has that need for speed. Miles is a passionate driver with pure intentions, and Bale gives him a lot of wit and heart in between huge swings of emotion. It’s a performance that stands tall but doesn’t distract, instead meshing extremely well with the action.
Meanwhile, the other performances are also solid. Matt Damon is very good in the role of Shelby, though his character is quite often reserved because he has to be. When you put him against Bale, however, it’s clear that Shelby pales to the race car driver’s fleshed-out character, as we follow the latter’s family, his rejections and successes, and his pure heart. In the backdrop is a wide array of supporting actors, including Caitriona Balfe as Mollie Miles, Josh Lucas as the thorn in Shelby’s side, Jon Bernthal playing a standard Jon Bernthal role, and Tracy Letts chewing up scenery whenever he can as Henry Ford II. Letts and Lucas in particular give great caricatured performances, planting Ford v Ferrari into a more standard Hollywood drama.
Largely that’s the problem: Ford v Ferrari is a technical achievement with some incredible craftsmanship and performances that just never feels as great at slow times as it does when it’s moving past 7000 RPMs. It has a need for speed, and the pacing shows that, but it also doesn’t really rise very high above what’s needed to please an audience. Mangold is great at deriving emotional substance out of a subject, but a lot of that in Ford v Ferrari is left on the shoulders of Bale’s performance. Instead, the film focuses heavily on the bureaucratic side of things, and how that hinders talented people from being who they are destined to be. While fun to watch, there isn’t much more that will have Ford v Ferrari lingering with audiences. Instead, this will be a movie that resonates with racing fans and those that struggle against restrictions, keeping general audience satisfied in their big Hollywood dramas for the time being.
Editor’s Note: This article was originally published on September 14 as part of our coverage of The Toronto International Film Festival.
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