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The Universal Monster’s Shared Universe is a Dark One

Universal Studios has begun reviving Universal Monster classics with a shared universe called the ‘Dark Universe.’ What are the expectations?

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Being a diehard fan of anything in pop culture these days is a roller coaster ride of emotion.  Star WarsAlien, and even my beloved Universal Monsters, nothing is sacred and everything is fair game when it comes to remakes, relaunches, and blatant cash grabs.  The role of the fanboy is to look on with both fear and hope, fear that whatever franchise you cherish will be permanently tarnished, especially in the post-Star Wars prequels world we live in, and hope that the thing that has gripped you all these years will be given its proper dues, will soon be loved by an even wider public, and that there will simply be more content to enjoy over and over.  This is how I’ve felt watching on as Universal Studios set about reviving the Universal Monsters as they began building a shared, cinematic universe for those reimagined monsters to inhabit.  The other day, Universal Pictures unveiled the logo and name it’s given to the revival and planned shared universe of its classic monsters: the “Dark Universe.”  The motion logo will be featured, accompanied by a musical composition by Danny Elfman, before The Mummy, the first film in the new initiative, on June 9th.  Along with the logo, several key players were revealed.

The creative forces behind the movement are Alex Kurtzman, director and producer of 2017’s The Mummy, Chris Morgan (The Mummy producer and writer of The Fate of the Furious), Christopher McQuarrie (The Usual Suspects) and David Koepp (Jurassic Park).  Director Bill Condon (Beauty and the Beast) is also involved, set to direct the next chapter in the Dark Universe, The Bride of Frankenstein, with a scheduled February 14, 2019 release.  Not much has been revealed about the remake of James Whale’s classic, but Universal Pictures Chairman Donna Langley called it,  “the story of a very modern woman in a very classic tale.”  Some, like Condon, might even call it a “tale as old as time.”

Narratively, the thread holding the Dark Universe together has been revealed as an enigmatic organization known as Prodigium, interested in tracking, studying, and often eliminating evil in whatever form it incarnates.  At its head is Dr. Henry Jekyll, played by Russell Crowe, neither of whom need an introduction.  Other known players in the Dark Universe are Johnny Depp as the Invisible Man and Javier Bardem as Frankenstein’s Monster.

While it’s nice to see Universal showing off their dark side, one can’t help but wonder if the Dark Universe is a damned universe.  To be sure, not all of this news is bad.  Danny Elfman is a genius and the perfect pick for the project, Johnny Depp in the place of Claude Rains as the Invisible Man is a solid casting choice, and giving Javier Bardem a goofy haircut always results in a terrifying villain.  But as an enormous fan of Universal Horror, it’s difficult to be enthusiastic with the Dark Universe’s first offering.  I’m fervently against judging a movie too critically before I’ve seen it, but everything about The Mummy looks way off base for a revival of Universal’s Monsters.

Tonally, it’s difficult to see any connection between the classic Boris Karloff film and what appears to be a run of the mill, Tom Cruise, action pic.  1932’s The Mummy was a slow paced horror movie about a mummy come to life in the desperate attempt to reincarnate his lost love.  2017’s looks like nothing more than an action-heavy, summer blockbuster.  This new movie looks more like a remake of the 1999, Brendan Fraser film, only with less charm.  While I’ll reserve condemning the film before I’ve seen it, it looks a far cry from what I’ve come to expect out of a Universal Horror movie tonally, and that’s a character-driven, melodramatic, typically slow-burning film where horror is the point of the entire picture.  This looks like the Call of Duty version of The Mummy no one asked for.  Who knows though, perhaps Universal is playing mind games and the true horror is what travesty they’ll blemish the good name of Universal Monsters with next.

While the Stephen Sommers Mummy movie back in 1999 also deviated away from horror, it more than made up for it by supplying a high-flying action/adventure movie in the vein of Indiana Jones rife with heart, likable characters, and, most importantly, atmosphere.  Ranging from eerie and dark to new and thrilling, the 1999 Mummy is a lesson in developing and maintaining atmosphere in film.  It being a period piece certainly lent itself well to the development of atmosphere and arguably could have been a great starting point for a cinematic universe.  Without that call back to a different era, the golden era in which the original films were actually made in this case, there’s a loss of nostalgia and mystique.  Not to mention that films like The Wolf Man and The Invisible Man take place in ambiguous settings and time periods, making them hard to envision in a modern setting.  While it may be possible to modernize these classic monsters, the monsters will also have to grow and evolve in response to current technology, losing what made them truly horrifying in the first place, their remarkable semblance and simultaneous deviation from humanity.

But I’ll try to withhold judgment until I’ve actually seen the movie.  Frankly, even the classics don’t have a perfect track record (I’m looking at you The Mummy’s Curse and The Creature Walks Among Us). It’s just hard to keep quiet when the modern incarnation of something you love seems to be missing what made the original special in the first place.  In the case of the Universal Monsters, it’s tone, atmosphere, melodrama, and an eerie good time, and here’s to hoping the Dark Universe can recreate that magic recipe.  If anyone can rebottle lightning, it’s Frankenstein.  Even if the first steps of the Dark Universe are a little wobbly, there’s still an opportunity for growth and improvement.  You don’t have to look further than the DC Cinematic Universe to see that, which will hopefully rise like a phoenix out of the dumpster fire it is now.  The wait might all be worth it in the end.  If it finally gets me a new Creature from the Black Lagoon or I finally get to see some new great matchups like the ‘Creature vs. the Wolf Man,’ it may all be worth it in the end.  “Welcome to a new world of gods and monsters,” let’s hope it’s a good one.

Tim is not the droids you are looking for. He resides quietly in the Emerald City where he can often be found writing, reading, watching movies, or playing video games. He is the Xbox editor for Goomba Stomp and the site's official Pokémon Master.

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‘The Kingmaker’ is a Probing Look at the Wife of a Despot

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Imelda Marcos in The Kingmaker

The Queen of Versailles, released back in 2012, was one of the best documentaries of the decade. Directed by Lauren Greenfield, it followed Jackie Siegel, the trophy wife of David Siegel, founder of the timeshare company Westgate Resorts. The film depicted the family’s construction of what was to be the largest residential home in the United States, which quickly went awry once the 2008 financial crisis hit their business hard. The documentary showed that Greenfield has a unique gift for understanding the lives and pathologies of the super-wealthy. Seven years later, Greenfield is back with The Kingmaker, another documentary portrait of a rich lady — one who, like Jackie Siegel, also had a cartoonishly evil husband and a weakness for both opulent residences and rare exotic animals.

The Kingmaker is a portrait of Imelda Marcos, the First Lady of the Philippines from the 1960s to the ’80s. Imelda is known in the popular imagination as the supportive wife of that country’s dictator Ferdinand Marcos, for frequently meeting with world leaders, and for her extensive collection of thousands of pairs of shoes. This one is set on the other side of the world, but is just as instructive, not to mention entertaining.

The Kingmaker Imelda

Greenfield’s film catches up with the now 90-year-old Imelda, and depicts her life today as she luxuriates around her various estates, reminisces about late husband, tells stories about meeting with leaders from Reagan to Mao to Saddam, and pushes the political career of her son, known as Bongbong, who ran for vice president of the Philippines in 2016. 

For the first half hour or so, The Kingmaker looks like an attempt to humanize and even rehabilitate Imelda’s image. She opens up about her mother’s death and her husband’s serial infidelities; he claimed he was constantly sending her around the world because he feared a coup, but really it was so he could conduct extramarital affairs.

We start to think this is, if not a puff piece, the equivalent of one of Errol Morris’ docs, where he gives a controversial political figure a chance to have their say while also challenging them. 

But eventually things turn, and The Kingmaker lays out that the Marcos family had in fact engaged in massive human rights improprieties, from torturing political dissidents to rigging elections, to a scheme that entailed razing an entire residential area in order to build a zoo of exotic animals which were imported from Africa via bribes. Perhaps it was a clue early on when Imelda revealed how well she got along with the likes of Richard Nixon, Moammar Khadafy, Mao Tse-Tung, and Saddam Hussein. 

The Marcos family also plundered billions from their own people, which paid for real estate all over the world, priceless art, as well as that famous shoe collection (The Kingmaker shows, among other things, that the Philippines could really use an Emoluments Clause.) What Imelda has to say now (she only ever refers to her husband as “Marcos”) makes it clear that she was not only complicit in the dictator’s crimes, but continues to defend and profit from them to this day. 

And from what we see of the Marcos’ son, Bongbong, he’s a uniquely untalented and uninspiring politician who has inherited all of his father’s corruption, but none of his charisma. The Kingmaker also ties in with the modern-day politics of the country, as its current president, Rodrigo Dutarte, is shown as the true heir to the Marcos tradition, depicted as a Trump to Bongbong’s Jeb Bush.

The Kingmaker also recalls Joshua Oppenheimer’s great 2013 documentary The Act of Killing in the way it demonstrates how national myths are established and carried through the generations. We see schoolchildren reciting why the imposition of martial law was actually a moment of national glory. 

Greenfield’s last film, last year’s Generation Wealth, was a big step down, lacking any focus and for some reason concentrating a great deal on people from the porn industry. But The Kingmaker is a return to form for the filmmaker, as it shows she’s honest enough to speak ill of her own subject. 

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‘Rojo’ Takes Carefully Composed Aim at Argentina’s Murky Past

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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.

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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.

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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.

Rojo teens

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.

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‘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.

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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. 

Queen of Hearts

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.

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