Based on true events, “The Mothman Prophecies” is a compelling, heart-pounding, bone-chilling thriller that will jolt you off your seat! Driven to investigate the mysterious circumstances surrounding his wife’s death, John Klein (Richard Gere – “The Hoax”, “Chicago”) uncovers chilling secrets behind The Mothman, a timeless, nameless horror whose appearance spells doom for all those who see it. Klein discovers a connection between the supernatural being and Point pleasant, West Virginia; a small town paralysed by fear where he meets Connie (Laura Linney – “The Exorcism of Emily Rose”, “Mystic River”) who helps shed light on the crisis. If you see it, are you safe? If you don’t… are you next?
2002 – Rating: 12 – American Film
Rating Details: Moderate Horror and Infrequent Strong Language
8.0 out of 10
So where have I been for the last month? Serving a prison sentence for inciting a popular but ultimately unsuccessful uprising? On a world tour to promote my latest bestseller? Locked away in a Scottish castle writing my autobiography? In a drunken stupor in a gutter somewhere? Nope, in fact I’ve been decorating my kitchen. Shortly after I moved in seven or so years ago, I found myself suffering from ‘decorating burnout’. This is a tragic ailment for which the most common symptom is knowing exactly where everything is in the local B&Q, even when they keep moving the stuff on the shelves around from week to week. This sadly happened before I’d got around to doing the kitchen, so it’s remained ‘as was’ ever since, slowly becoming more and more embarrassing and an increasing threat to world health. My flat isn’t exactly what you’d call huge. It’s so small that even when a single item gets left away from its normal resting place, the whole, fragile ecosystem of my life starts to break down. This normally includes injuring myself on some bit of furniture or other item that I’ve inadvertently walked into or on, as I’ve tried to navigate around the out of place ‘thing’. So you may wish to consider the real-life horror I’ve been living with that results from emptying everything out of my kitchen and storing it elsewhere in my flat. I’ve seen tidier looking places in post-holocaust movies just after the bomb’s dropped. My favourite injury this time was from a bracket that sticks out too far as it’s too big for the shelf it’s supporting. Normally it’s not a problem, but this time I knelt down by it at one point in an attempt to open the door of the fridge that was facing directly towards a wall. I managed to rip two nice grooves out of my right leg. Oh what fun it was! I’m sure I’m going to end up with a hideous scar. It reminded me of why I don’t do DIY very often. The kitchen took 36 days to finish. It’s now going to take as long to sort out the chaos it caused everywhere else. For anyone that’s interested, here’re a few photos of the final result:
I think I’m becoming a bit of a wuse in my old age. I think it’s because as you get older you get nearer to death, so anything that involves ghostly dead things that are still around, starts to worry you more. This film doesn’t exactly have ghosts in it, but it’s near enough. It’s a 12 certificate film, how scary can it be? Well it had me looking at the open door of the lounge as I was watching it, too scared to go over and close it in case the Mothman, or something like it, suddenly flew in. If you want to frighten a few 12 year olds but be a goody-goody and not pull out you latest 18 certificate torture porn or “Exorcist” Blu-ray, show them this film. Don’t forget to mention that it’s based on a true story too. It helps that it takes a while for the nature of the Mothman to be revealed, as not knowing makes it all the more scary. It also has great sound. I didn’t think the two main characters had that much on-screen chemistry, but it punches above its weight in terms of mood and general atmosphere. Things feel a bit safer once you find out what’s going on, but it still has a pretty good disaster movie ending to enjoy.
The soundtrack is decent enough. I can’t remember anything else about it now, but it was good. Honest. I think it even won an award or something, so it must be good.
The trailer is pretty standard stuff. You’ll watch it and then forget it.
Recommended for reporters and police officers. (Wow, that’s original.)
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
Top badass moment? Richard Gere goes house hunting with his wife and they decide to have sex in a wardrobe there, before being disturbed in it by the estate agent asking if they’re interested in buying the house. I’m not sure what’s most badass, doing that at their age, or the way the estate agent closes the deal. Well okay it’s not the latter; I just can’t make myself think of an estate agent as badass. I don’t think I’d have space in my wardrobe to do that.
September 1, 2014 | Categories: The Thoughts of Cactus | Tags: American Film, Decorating, Disaster, DIY, Fantasy, Horror, John A. Keel, Kitchen, Kittanning, Laura Linney, Mark Pellington, Mess, Mothman, Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh, Point Pleasant, Police Officer, Prophecy, Reporter, Richard Gere, Richard Hatem, Scary, Silver Bridge, The Mothman Prophecies, Thriller, Tiling, Trailer, West Virginia, Will Patton | Leave a comment
Starring screen legend Robert De Niro, “Godsend” is the story of an eight year old boy named Adam Duncan. A kind, thoughtful and well-behaved child, he’s the apple of his parent’s eye, until one day he’s knocked down by a car and tragically killed. With both parents totally grief-stricken, the mysterious Dr Richard Wells (De Niro) offers them another chance of happiness. He can create a clone of Adam that will be identical to the child they lost. Nine months later they have their child back. Identical in every way, it’s like Adam had never left them. He has his mother’s eyes, his father’s smile, but when he crosses the age at which he died, terrifying things begin to happen.
2004 – Certificate: 15 – American Film
Rating Details: Language: once strong. Sex/nudity: infrequent moderate. Violence: infrequent moderate. Other: moderate horror.
8.0 out of 10
Whilst I have a lot of sympathy for Jean-Paul Sartre’s view that “Hell is other people”, he failed to take into account their surroundings. After this last week I now know that Hell is less to do with people, or fire and brimstone for that matter; in fact Hell is a large room painted magnolia. In the same way as the Devil has a variety of different names, such as Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer, etc, so magnolia disguises it’s presence amongst us as alternatives like light brown, biscuit, white with a touch of brown, beige, mushroom, wheat, taupe, fawn and harvest. This week we moved our office at work, (or more accurately moved everything in our office to a different building to use as a new office; we didn’t actually dig up the existing one and put it elsewhere). Moving is a stressful and spirit-sapping experience at the best of times, but when you have to paint every single surface, including the floor (about 500 square metres in all) before you leave, in three days, mostly magnolia, then you come to realise what pain is really all about. The only respite was repainting the ceiling, doors, door frames, skirting boards and 12 radiators, white. And painting something white on a white background in a weakly lit area isn’t exactly my idea of a fun day at Alton Towers either. In fact the only facet of pleasure came from deciding which shade of gray to paint the floor, slate or frigate; and after magnolia, gray is the next worst colour. I imagine there are more advanced species in the universe that have, in a similar way to smallpox, totally eradicated magnolia and grey from existence. Magnolia is the distilled essence of evil. However, for some reason there are many sick-minded and weak-willed individuals who appear to gain a sort of inner peace from using this colour. Why? What’s wrong with them? Appearing initially to be the colour equivalent of elevator music, any close encounter with it soon dispels any pretence it has of being ‘neutral’. It’s a vile, boring, sick, nauseating abomination, which is as attractive as having a squashed, pregnant cockroach smeared on your mouth; and then some. And why is it always the cheapest paint you can buy? The artificial distortion of the paint market in this way is clearly the work of some ungodly power. If our media had any real balls, it would be investigating this bizarre and unwarranted proliferation of magnolia; it’s destroying lives. In a similar way, this film is about something that goes against the laws of nature and scared the crap out of me too.
At its core, this is a thriller/horror about a disturbing, eight-year-old skinhead called Adam, who develops a mental illness of some sort. The reasons for the latter are, unusual. The rest of its runtime is spent faffing about with his parents and Robert De Niro, as they act and react to what Adam gets up to. If you analyse the plot too much, you’ll come to the conclusion that some of it doesn’t really make a lot of sense. Visually it’s not a very exciting film either; it looks a lot like it was ‘made for TV’ with a colour pallet that’s far too much like magnolia for my liking. However, the acting’s pretty good and the story interesting enough. The decision of the parents to have a clone of their recently killed son created is worthy of further study. This part of the film could easily have been the whole story, but because it’s not it does get treated a bit superficially, which is a shame really. What the movie does do really well is be creepy. I’m sure I aged a few years watching it, which is a somewhat alarming thought. It’s one of the most unsettling films I’ve watched for quite a while.
The soundtrack is unmemorable, yet works well. Job done.
Recommended for dodgy doctors, desperate parents, teachers, photographers and eight-year-olds that want to freak their parents out. And clones of course.
No cats, chainsaws or decapitations.
Top badass moment? We all know that a good teacher can change someone’s life, but in this film we also learn that it can literally save your own life too. I sometimes provide training as part of my job and like most things I suck at it. I’ve never managed to impart a single bit of knowledge to anyone and tying to do so has never saved my life or changed anyone else’s for the better. So I guess being a good teacher is badass.
October 5, 2013 | Categories: The Thoughts of Cactus | Tags: 2004, American Film, Boy, Cameron Bright, Canada, Clone, Cloning, Decorating, Doctor, Eight Year Old, Godsend, Greg Kinnear, Grief, Hell, Horror, Jean-Paul Sartre, King City, Magnolia, Mark Bomback, Mental Illness, Moving, Nick Hamm, Ontario, Painting, Parents, Photographer, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, Robert De Niro, Sci-fi, Science Fiction, Teacher, Thriller, Trailer | Leave a comment