Published at: Oct. 23, 1999, 1:30 a.m. CST by headgeek
Hey folks, Harry here and this is a look at a film
that... well... here... Let me tell ya about the deal...
Ok, I went out to Los Angeles to check out the set for
THE GRINCH WHO STOLE CHRISTMAS, check
out Rick Baker’s make-up.... Talk with Ron
Howard... Poke my nose into everything I could find.
Well, luckily I had quite a bit of extra time....
Managed to squeeze alot into a simple 3 days in and
out type of thing.
On my first day, a publicist for another film (and
another studio with no ties to this film) told me he
had seen PITCH BLACK, and that I should contact
USA FILMS and get a screening. That... this was my
type of film.
Well... Publicists are hardly ever to be trusted, but...
there really did seem to be some sincerity in his
voice, so I put Moriarty on setting it up. All my
studio contact info was back at Geek Headquarters,
and someone had cut my communication link with
Father Geek. Sigh...
Well, Thursday came along, my last day in Los
Angeles... the tail of a magnificent 3 days... only
some of which I can go into on the site (some of this
was research and development for future cool news)
... But first... First I must talk about PITCH
BLACK.
This movie is everything that Moriarty said yesterday.
It is that visceral thrill, that dirty little Pandora’s box
of coolness waiting to explode. Now... this is a film
that has had middle of the road buzz. The ‘industry
buzz’ was that it is deadweight. A sinker... a bit of
lead.
Yeah, and THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT could
only gross a max of $8 million.
The buzz on this FINISHED FILM is so non-existent
that the movie, though completed, is set for a March
2000 release date. Good I say... that’s enough time to
make sure every friggin geek and fan and movie
suave dude and babe reads the writing on this
bathroom wall of a site.
PITCH BLACK is not to be missed.
Moments before screening I asked the dear venerable
Professor, “Who directed this thing?”
“David 2-E,” he said.
I felt the tappets in my head clack and click, and I
pulled up a dossier on David Twohy. He directed
THE ARRIVAL... a film starring Charlie Sheen in
the 90’s that didn’t entirely suck. In fact I liked more
of that movie than I didn’t. It was a fun... middle of
the road good sci-fi film... And in recent years it’s
the best sort of result we get to the low budget and
below radar sci-fi/action/horror film.
THE ARRIVAL, for me, is in the same plane of
existence as THE CUBE, PUPPETMASTERS, PI,
BRIDE OF CHUCKY, RAVENOUS... etc... These
are enjoyable films that some may say suck the shit
from the anus of a tape worm, but others can rave
about. BUT... these are not THE ROAD WARRIOR,
THE THING, THE TERMINATOR... that type of
thing.
And... in a way... I suppose, it’s the reason those
jewels stand out from the quartz. Because... every so
often... You stumble into a theater somewhere in this
planet and get sucker punched in the gut. You double
over and go.... WHAT THE HELL JUST HIT
ME?!?!?!?!
Well the fist that took the air out of me and Moriarty
was PITCH BLACK.
Is it THE TERMINATOR? Is it ALIENS? Is it
ALIEN? Is it THE ROAD WARRIOR or JOHN
CARPENTER’S THE THING?
No.
This is PITCH BLACK. It is also a film that is best if
you not know too much about. You don’t want to
know that Michael Biehn is John Connor’s father.
You don’t want to know that Ripley is the star. Or
that the Feral Kid is the narrator. Not because it
would ruin the film for ya... but because it’s cooler to
not know. To have the film just kick ya in the balls
and for it to somehow produce an instant ejaculation.
I remember... the curtain parted and the USA FILMS
logo fell upon the screen. It wasn’t a real showy flag.
It didn’t wave around nor was it backlit by the sun. It
was just a bunch of red and blue wavy lines, with
ROMAN font text. When I next see that logo... my
hopes will be raised.
Then the film began. A beautiful shot that you’ve
seen about a thousand times. The overhead shot of
big ship of some sort moving while you crane to a
rear shot of it’s fiery engines against the coldness of
space. Only... it’s the beauty of what is before this
ship that gives you pause. You’ll see.
Then... the hammer hits the firing pin hitting the
primer cap which ignites the powder that propels this
so-called bit of Hollywood Lead into a furious thrill
ride that never lets up till it hits you between the eyes,
exiting the back of your skull sucking the brains out
after it as it flattens against the blood splattered wall
behind you.
But unlike a zombie film... you don’t die... You
become one of those reborn zealots that’s hotmail
name becomes Riddick-Rocks@hotmail.com. You
go from Bulletin Board to newsgroup to website
crooning it’s praises.
You begin scribbling fan art, forming your own
PITCH BLACK website and talk about that which
lies just beyond the boundaries of light.... right there
in that deepest darkest bit of night that no widening of
your irises can pierce.
As you walk home... take out the trash at night...
You hear something and turn to look at the dark....
You can’t see what’s there... you hear the sound... but
you can not see it.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MOVIE ABOUT
HARRY?”
Alright... I can feel you getting a bit aggravated. But
I’m only going into this in vaguities. At the films
core it’s a desert island picture with a really really
mean island. In the thirties and forties it’d be
cannibals or Kong. Here... It’s meaner.
The film has a classic blueprint pattern to it, though it
strays FAR from the original engineer’s lines and
hashes. It’s a Crichton formula, though much leaner
and mean than any of his films. Like PREDATOR...
there is a seldom seen thing, but even we don’t get
much of a look.
You see the film, THEY WERE EXPENDABLE?
It’s a bit like that. Or... No... It’s alot like FIVE
CAME BACK from 1939. An excellent tense film
that never ever lets up for air. THOUGH... For you.
For the Sci-Fi/Action/Horror film geek... this film
kicks ass! Like FIVE CAME BACK it stars a bunch
of people that most people didn’t know at the time.
FCB starred Lucille Ball (waaaaaaay before she was
famous), John Carradine, Patric Knowles and a few
others.
Radha Mitchell... the female lead in PITCH BLACK
is... babicious... complicated... driven... feminine....
intelligent.... and is not the damsel in distress... but
isn’t a male character with tits. She is dead on in this
film.
Keith David is one of my ‘lucky charms’ in cool
films. I always love him in movies. No matter if he’s
on screen for a blink of an eye... or it’s just his voice.
But here... he plays a Muslim character with several
children. Keith is not over-acting in this film. He’s a
man of faith, not like Keitel in FROM DUSK TIL
DAWN, but just a believer. Though on an arid dusty
planet without a thought of water, Allah does not
permit the fine wines of another character.
And it is that type of element. Necessity that drives
the film. What do you need to survive... how can you
get it.
Imagine if in ALIENS.... if they didn’t have a remote
drop ship... or... better yet, they just didn’t have
BISHOP... or.... a miraculous sealed up tube that
would protect you en route to the promised land.
Imagine if Ripley, Hudson, Vasquez, Newt, Hicks
and Gorman had to walk from point A to point B. No
weapons... no tank or impenetrable armor... “Lo
while I walk through the valley of death...” and they
definitely fear the evil. Unlike ALIENS... these
characters are not trained for action. They do not
have an endless supply of weapons and armaments
and doodads. They are up shitcreek with monsters
with no paddle or high tech weaponry.
This is the film that you leave... not only referencing
the jewels up above... But names like Val Lewton
and Jacques Tourneur.... Scenes like Marion
clutching a dying torch as thousands of deadly snakes
twist and curl about her very feet.
It’s the type of film that afterwards you are lowering
your voice and repeating key lines of dialogue that
come out of Vin Diesel. Now I know... he has a
reputation for being an asshole or a prima donna... I
don’t give a shit. So did Richard Burton, did that
stop you from watching his best films? I don’t care
who Vin is in the real world, because quite frankly...
Riddick is a cinema god. He does things only movie
gods do. And when he does it... your shoulders
ache... your fingernails get dirty... you begin to feel
mean... like you could kick the shit out of whatever is
in the darkness.
After about 35 minutes of this asswhuppin...
Moriarty turns to me and says, “What the fuck got
into Twohy?”
I don’t know. Sometimes it’s amazing what happens
when you aren’t working with Charlie Sheen. Every
flaw of THE ARRIVAL... is not here. He listened to
his reviews... Studied the history of badass films, and
decided our collective cinematic cracks needed
pounding. And didn’t cast Mr Charles Sheen.
And those things out there in the dark... think Wayne
Barlowe... He might not be in the credits... but I can
see the inspiration that Tatapoulos drew the things in
the dark from.
This is that type of film you get physically active and
vocal in. Hopefully... if USA FILMS lets me... I
want to show this film to about 350 movie fans....
And I’ll run each and everyone of their reviews. This
film is nitro and it will blow your mind.
If you want a peek at what lays in the darkness by the millions, CLICK HERE!!!