Monday, November 7, 2011

Clyde’s Movie Palace: Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows (1968)

 

Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows

starring
Rosalind Russell as Mother Superior
Stella Stevens as Sister George
Barbara Hunter as Marvel Ann
Susan St. James as Rosabelle
Mary Wickes as Sister Clarissa
Binnie Barnes as Sister Celestine
Dolores Sutton as Sister Rose Marie
Hilarie Thompson as Hilary
Arthur Godfrey as The Bishop
Van Johnson as Father Chase
Robert Taylor as Mr. Farriday
Milton Berle as The Movie Director

Title song written by
Lalo Schifrin, Tommy Boyce, and Bobby Hart
Performed by
Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
Written by
Blanche Hanalis
(based on characters created by Jane Trahey)
Directed by
James Neilson

I recently offered up this rave review of the 1966 Rosalind Russell and Hayley Mills film, The Trouble With Angels. I'm not sure as to exactly how successful the film was in the theaters but it did well enough that a sequel was green lighted by Columbia Pictures. Having  become a big fan of the original, I eagerly anticipated a continuation of the story in some manner so at the time I certainly viewed a sequel as a positive and not a negative.

Of course, if I had followed the film business back in those years the way one does on the Internet these days, I probably would have lowered my expectations. But we didn't get Daily Variety delivered to my little house on the banks of the Ohio River although I would go up the local news stand and read their copy that they got in once a week.  Yeah, I was a weird kid.

Ida Lupino would not be back in the directors chair, and neither Hayley Mills nor June Harding would return for the follow up. However, Rosalind Russell did sign on the dotted line to recreate her role as the stern but understanding Mother Superior. Mary Wickes, Dolores Sutton, and Binnie Barnes would also return to St. Francis as Sisters Clarissa, Rose-Marie, and Celestine.

With Mills and Harding out, Susan St. James as Rosabelle was enlisted to team up with Mary Clancy's cousin, Marvel Ann, played in both films by Barbara Hunter.

New to the order of St. Francis was Sister George (Stella Stevens ) as a rebellious nun who is more into protests and peace rallies than going to mass although I imagine she spent a lot of time in the confessional to compensate for those discrepancies.

It is obvious even before the credits are over that the Sister George character was written with the idea that Ms. Mills would return to continue her role so that we could find out whether or not Mary Clancy had the right stuff to make it as a nun. But she didn't return so we get Ms. Stevens pretending to be a nun who is based on a character in the original but really isn't that character at all because the original actress went on to do more adult things like baring her backside for a film called The Family Way.

The movie opens with a snappy little pop song by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart conveniently titled Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows. I think the song made it up to number 899 in the Billboard top 1000 pop singles for that year. But that’s just a wild guess. If the song sounds a lot like something The Monkees would have sang,  it's because the duo penned a few of their classic songs as well.  And what better way is there to find out who's playing whom in your movie credits?  Well you could read the ones I put at the top of this page but it’s not nearly as entertaining as watching a video, is it?  This is a real toe tapper…and a one…and a two….and a……


Whether you like the song or not doesn't matter. You're pretty much stuck with it if you watch this movie because Producer William Frye and Director James Neilson (taking over for Ida Lupino) love it enough to use it every chance they get. You'll hear it sung during the opening credits, in a long dance sequence later, and sung over the end credits. And if that's not enough for you, Lalo Schifrin who co-wrote the song with Boyce and Hart, uses the same four or five bars from the song as his entire score.   Maybe they thought they had another Hey Jude or Let It Be on their hands.

It is quite possible though that they only paid Schifrin for the one song because if you know anything about television and film scores you would know that Schifrin went on to pen some of the best there were including Mission: Impossible, Mannix, Dirty Harry, The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Cool Hand Luke, Bullitt, and one of my all time favorite haunting scores, Wait Until Dark. His Mission: Impossible theme was given somewhat of a revival with the Tom Cruise films based on that series. Not to mention that you can now buy that entire original series. I would certainly recommend at least trying a couple of seasons.  I own two, would like to own the whole set, but who can afford that crap?

Besides getting a rundown of the cast members while the song is playing,  we also get several scenes of Sister George protesting, picketing, being arrested, and bailed out by Reverend Mother so at least the film wastes no time in delving into what we can expect from Sister Woodstock. We also find out during this sequence that although St. Francis may have had trouble coming up with the money for a new boiler in the original film, they have an unlimited amount of petty cash fund to bail Sister George out of jail.  Maybe they won a few more band competitions since our last visit.  Mr. Petry must be frothing at the mouth.




When the credits do end, St. George, The Dragon Killer, (as she is referred to) is just returning from one of her rallies, very much to the chagrin of Reverend Mother. After a few quick scenic exterior shots to let us know we're back at St. Francis, we go straight to Reverend Mother having a chat with the often talked about but never before seen Bishop who looks remarkably like TV and Radio Icon Arthur Godfrey.

The discussion is regarding a rally out west that Sister George would like for the outstanding students of St. Francis to attend. It is as described: Interfaith, Interracial, and co-educational. After telling Reverend Mother to have more patience with Sister George then he had with Julius LaRosa, the Bishop convinces her to agree to the trip. And no sooner does she do so than there is a blast from one of the upstairs windows at St. Francis.

It is then that we meet Rosabelle (Susan St. James) for the first time and catch up with Mary Clancy's much maligned and once plastered cousin  Marvel Ann (Barbara Hunter). It seems that Sister George was giving a lesson regarding the dangers of household chemicals and how with the right mixture they could be used to cause all kinds of bombings and mischief.

At a meeting with the sisters, Reverend Mother clearly spells out the ground rules for the trip: junior or senior girls, B average or better, co-operative attitude, and reasonable hygiene habits.

Although the chances of them being picked are slim to none (Marvel Ann flunks on all categories, Rosabelle is straight A's but isn't up to snuff on the other requirements), Marvel Ann and Rosabelle decide to hold dance parties in the restroom and charge the girls to attend. It is never fully explained why the rest of the girls would have to pay to dance in their own restroom or why they would want to do so. You just have to take it for granted that they would. You will find that with this film, you always have to just take certain things for granted.

Of course, they get caught by Reverend Mother, who quickly pulls the plug on the scheme. Still all is not lost. When Reverend Mother is told that the school bus is too antiquated to make a cross country trip, she finagles Marvel Ann’s father George Clancy (William Lundigan taking over this important role) into donating a new bus in exchange for taking his daughter on the trip.

What bothered me the most about this whole business with the bus is that in the first film, Reverend Mother was so disgusted with Mr. Clancy and his "secretaries" that she pulled the plug on expelling his niece because of it. Here, it is pretty much played as nothing more than an inside joke between Mother and Mr. Clancy.  “Yes, Mr. Clancy, you buy us a brand new bus and I'll light a candle for you and forget you’re pretty much a worthless son of a bitch.”

The trip finally gets underway, minus Rosabelle only not really. Do you really need me to tell you that she manages to make the trip? But I'll leave it to you to discover how she manages that trick.

If you haven't seen The Trouble with Angels, then you might like this quickie fast food sequel as throwaway entertainment. Unfortunately, for those of us who did see that gem, this one pales mightily by comparison. While we do get some returning characters, we get none of the charm, zero amount of the depth, and a story that does nothing more than move from one gag to the next. It's almost as if they only watched a third of the first film, and decided for some reason to just duplicate that and the heck with the rest of the story or creating a story with any real meaning or purpose.  And worse yet, the gags are just not funny.  I guess Rosabelle and Marvel Ann are lacking in scathingly brilliant idea skills.

Rosalind Russell does okay with what she has to do here which is basically catch Rosabelle (Susan St. James) and Marvel Ann on a couple of occasions and to argue with hip Sister George (Stella Stevens) before, after, in between, and during rest stops. In other words, they argue through most of the movie.


Just don’t expect the antagonism between Rosabelle and Mother to be anything remotely resembling the conflict that Mother Superior had with Mary Clancy because there is none. Just a few set ups for some sight gags.

We also have a major problem from the beginning with the fact that the Marvel Ann character is still attending St. Francis. First, when Mary was sent to the school at the beginning of the original film, it is made abundantly clear that Marvel Ann had been at the school for some time already. So surely she should have graduated.  And I’m sorry, but while Susan St. James’s Rosabelle is at least somewhat likable, Hunter’s Marvel Ann continues to be what she was in the original:  an obnoxious self loathing whiny little shit.  I just don’t like the character, and she is really giving nothing in the way of redeeming qualities in the sequel to make us even remotely care.  But that’s mostly the fault of the writer, who felt it was pointless to explain why and how she might have become the girl everybody would run from as fast and as far away as they could.

Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing Marvel Ann at the graduation ceremony in the original film so maybe she was just a terrible student which doesn't at all explain why Rachel was able to graduate when she was supposed to be the worst of the lot. Did I miss something? And if there's one thing I abhor about sequels, it's when they are completely inconsistent with what went on in the previous film(s) or act as if they didn’t matter or even happened.

Late in the film Rosalie and Marvel Ann get into a little spat that threatens to break up their friendship. It's such a minor incident as compared to what came between Rachel and Mary, that we just sort of shrug are shoulders. We know they will resolve this one easily enough. To be perfectly honest, I never got the feeling that the friendship between these two girls was that deep and if they ever somehow managed to graduate, they probably never saw or heard from each other again. Or maybe I just didn’t give a damn. I doubt that you will either.

The conflict that simmers throughout the film between the Rev. Mother, who is set in her ways, and the radical Sister George is not very convincing. This might have played better if there was any reason at all to be understanding and sympathetic toward Sister George. Reverend Mother seems to at least be trying, but gets nothing in return. Sister George is such an obnoxious ass that we only find her to be more irritating with each second of screen time. If they had made her play the part as Mary Clancy, it might have helped even if it is a different actress. It’s not like that hasn’t been done before in other films. 

Yes, I know it isn't the same but it's not like it couldn't have been done. It just doesn't help one bit that Sister George's method of trying to change the way the sisters think and feel about the outside world is to look upon them with total disdain most of the time, and to ridicule them the rest of the time.  Between Marvel Ann’s constant whining and Sister George’s ranting, raving, and just plain bitching, it’s a lose/lose situation for us. What a mess!

I don't entirely fault Stella Stevens, well yes I do, but I couldn't help but imagine that having Hayley Mills in the role would have gone a long way to making the character much more digestible. Stevens tries I suppose, but like everything else in this film, the script doesn't believe in giving us any depth to her at all. Here, she’s even more of a shrew than when she was Ernest Borgnine’s wife in The Poseidon Adventure. It's hard to believe that both The Trouble With Angels was penned by the same writer of this one, Blanche Hanalis.  But perhaps Jane Trahey’s book was  better source material.

Adding to the problems, journeyman James Neilson's direction is totally uninspired, directing the film as if it were a TV movie. Understandable when you take a look at many of his other directing assignments, not understandable when you look at his film, The Moon-Spinners. But then again, having Walt Disney looking over your shoulder giving his input probably inspired him.


In the first film, the outsiders were also there for the specific purpose of moving the story along no matter how brief their tenure at St. Francis. Here, we get Milton Berle, Van Johnson, and Robert Taylor, are here as celebrity guests when the school bus carrying the girls needs to make a pit stop. And the fact is that most of what goes on when the bus does stop is just plain dull and boring.  Time to twiddle your thumbs.

Oh look, it's nuns at an amusement park! Oh look, it's nuns and girls at a school for boys! Oh look, it's nuns at a dude ranch! Frankly, they could just as easily have stopped at the Dairy Queen, McDonalds, and Sears and it wouldn't have changed the story much. In between these stops we also get a lot of footage of the bus traveling down the road. In fact, if they had cut the scenes of the bus rolling on down the highway they probably could have knocked twenty minutes off the running time.  But according to one story I read, they received the bus in exchange for advertising it in the movie.  If that story is true, then that bus company got their money’s worth and then some.  

Worst yet, there is one totally weird sequence involving the bus and an oncoming train that seems to have been thrown in for no reason at all. It certainly isn't funny. It adds nothing to the story and has absolutely nothing to do with anything else that happens in the film. You can only wonder, “what the hell were they thinking?” It’s a real downer.  No word on how the bus manufacturer felt about this scene.

If all this wasn't bad enough, what kind of a big finish do we get?  We get the dreaded voiceover by Rosalind Russell telling us how everything turns out instead of a real ending. This is the ending they give you in movies when they can't figure out any other way to wrap things up without spending any more of the studio's cash. I felt like I'd been screwed, especially the first time I saw it when I actually paid my hard earned lunch money I had to save to go see the damn thing. 

If you have never seen The Trouble with Angels, you might enjoy this once if you deposit your brain at your doorstep so you can stomach the marshmallow plot, and the cookie cut out characters. If you have seen The Trouble with Angels think of it as being the Mona Lisa and Where Angels Go Trouble Follows as the kindergarten finger painting equivalent. And if you can do no more than finger paint I have no choice but to give you my grade which is a C-.

“Where Angels Go, Trouble follows” is available to buy or to rent from Netflix on DVD. The format is the usual crappy pan and scan. It is also now available on Netflix Instant Streaming (11/05/2011), with the usual caveat of streaming today, but maybe not tomorrow. However, the widescreen version can be seen from time to time on Turner Classic Movies during those times when they have the film is in their library.  If you watched the original you’ll probably watch this film at least once, just because of the curiosity factor, and to maybe see a teen-age Susan St. James before she became Mrs. McMillan or before she became “Kate” to Jane Curtin’s Allie, or before she became Peggy Maxwell of Name of the Game. At least we know that better days were ahead for Ms. St. James and that she made it out of St. Francis unscathed. (Susan St. James was in fact, an old 22 when this film was made.  Barbara Hunter was 20)  As for Barbara Hunter, well I don’t know. Maybe she joined her cousin Mary in the convent. 

As for you, if you just can’t get enough of it, here’s Where Angels Go, Trouble Follows by Boyce & Hart once again.  This is the “souped up” party version.  Dance the night away y’all.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Amazon Prime fires it’s next volley: Free Kindle Books with Amazon Prime to go with the already growing list of video content.

I don’t know much about this sort of thing, but it would appear that Amazon is going to become what Netflix thought they would be until they screwed with their winning formula.  Amazon wants to be your one stop shop for just about everything.  With the Kindle Fire on the horizon ready to make it’s mark, Amazon has now put itself two steps ahead of the Barnes & Noble Nook.  Besides free movies with Amazon Prime, you now can download free books.

Yes, I know you could before.  Do I look stupid?  Shut up and don’t answer that.  I’m not talking about 100  or more year old classics like Poe, Dickens, Shakespeare, or Bronte.  We’re talking books you would have to pay for or go to the library in order to read them.  Now, you don’t even have to make the trip to the library.  Add to that all the other crap Amazon sells, and the need to head out to the shopping center becomes less and less desirable.  As for myself, I have no Kindle and do not have one on order.  I am thinking about it if I can find the time to get some serious reading done.

But I’m off track.  There is a method to the madness.  Amazon is obviously wanting to make the Kindle and the Kindle fire more and more desirable.  And remember, the Kindle Fire will play Amazon movies, so if Reed Hastings thinks Amazon is going to go away anytime soon, I wouldn’t think that’s even a remote possibility at this point.  If their strategy wasn’t clear then, it sure is now.

And if the Kindle Fire sales set the world aflame with it’s low price point, then it may put a hurting on some other more expensive touch pad items out there.  You can click screen capture below to check out their initial offerings. 

Kindle Books Amazon Prime

Monday, October 31, 2011

The Hunt for Red Netflix: Amazon Prime acquires ABC/Family Channel/Disney Channel content.

I guess Netflix has a nat buzzing around Reed Hastings head.  Once again Amazon Prime shows it means to stay in the hunt and make it’s own dent in the instant streaming market.  Another announcement, and you have to wonder when Netflix will begin acknowledging the competition.

Let’s be real, here.  There has been no real threat to the Netflix streaming business model before.  Yes, there were competitors, but not one understood the power of pay one price for a buffet smorgasbord of programming.  But Amazon seems to get it.  The question is how deep will they go before they raise the price?

As more people try Amazon Prime and become accustomed to the benefits, something may have to go.  I’m not sure even Amazon can absorb the high cost of free shipping and with programming for less than $4 a month.  Unless they make up for it in sales of other merchandise as people try Prime and grow to love it.

That may be what they are hoping for though.  If they are going to challenge Netflix, now would be the time as Netflix is attempting to conquer Europe.  But is Red Hastings moving too fast and spreading himself too thin in the process?  And will the cost of the European expansion for Netflix cause them to shortchange their North American subscribers? 

The biggest draw back to Amazon right now is that their User Interface on prime needs a lot of work.  There’s no sure way to even browse the movies, let alone make you a queue.  I think something along those lines would go a long way to solidify their growth.

Time will tell.  Here’s the announcement:

ABC Amazon content


Sunday, October 30, 2011

Random Thoughts Special Edition: Prequels, Sequels, and Reboots! Oh my!!

 

For all the bitching one hears about the over abundant proliferation of sequels and super hero rip-offs that fill the screens at the Big Ass Studio 64 Screen Cinema Multiplex out by your local mall, pub, or health spa, on a daily basis, movie fans still flock to them as if they’re a wily nilly herd of Republican sheep trying to decipher the latest ranting's and ravings of Michelle Bachman because she’s too deep for their thought processes.   Yet, the same crowd will leave the film, jump on the Internet and proclaim that as far as originality is concerned, Hollywood is bankrupt. They’ve run out of ideas. It’s time to fold the tent and go home. Yeah, right.

The average movie patron, for all their bitching, gets what they ask for, what they put their good money down for, and what they buy their $15 Popcorn and $10 soft drink for. No more, no less. Hey, it’s not your billions some studio nincompoop is investing, or even your Monopoly Money they’re playing with so quit your complaining or just stay home so they can feed it to you on the TV at sixty bucks a pop.

Sequels have always been around forever and I guess they always will be. Even back in the 30’s movies had sequels. 

King Kong had a Son , even though we never were an eyewitness to him dilly dallying with a Mrs. Kong, although such a scene would have probably boosted the movie grosses by a factor of ten, and our knowledge of Simian reproduction by 20.   Still, such a plot twist would have left Ms. Fay Wray, Ms. Lange, and Ms. Naomi Watts extremely jealous, but they would have been no match for Mrs.  It would be tantamount to pitting Don Knotts up against Muhammad Ali in his prime.   The more time that has passed since the film editor spliced together the last strips of film, the more opportunities there are for some studio big wig to take another stab at it.

 

 

In Kong’s case, Dino DeLaurentiis sent him up the WTC in 1976, and in 2005 Peter Jackson finally brought fulfillment to his personal long passionate unrequited love affair with New York’s biggest citizen. In the sixties, the Japanese shipped a gangly and mangy looking Kong in for a WWE grudge Match against their very own radioactive giant Lizard Gojira, so that they could party all night long in downtown Tokyo.

But being the generous nation that we are, Hiroshima and Nagasaki not withstanding, we returned the favor by flying Godzilla into downtown Manhattan, because Roland Emmerich swore that Size Does Matter, although he wasn’t talking about his overinflated ego or budget.

It pissed rain for most of the two and a half hour running time proving once gain that size does matter when you have to cover up your not quite ready for prime time CGI Lizard with more running water than Noah saw in 40 days and nights, plenty of dark scenes, and then have Mr. Zilla dart in and out of and in between skyscrapers so you never really see him up close and personal. Talk about laying a giant egg or should I say a truckload full of giant eggs. But if you cross your fingers extremely hard and say you do believe in monsters fifty times, Godzilla may roam the planet in 3d in 2014. So get your asses busy now.

Tarzan has been swinging on a vine since the first tree sprouted up in the rain forest. And even Jane and Boy, who dropped in from the sky, hung around for quite a while with him.

The Thin Man drank enough hard liquor solving mysteries with Mrs. Thin Man to keep his most favored distillery in business for years. Now, Johnny Depp says he want’s a shot at that liquor cabinet. No word on who’s playing the dog yet.

Andy Hardy kept looking for his love life for 20 years until he finally came home in 1958 carrying a passel full of mealy mouth brats and a wife with him, apparently having found amore without us. In other words, he got screwed and we got screwed over after putting up with him all those years.

I personally want to know what ever happened to my favorite funny guy, Henry Aldrich and his pal Dizzy? Bet you don’t remember those two. They made a bunch of movies. About eight of them. Funny ones. Can’t find the movies unless I want to order from some offbeat company I never heard of. Then again, they do sound legitimate.  What have you got for me?  They’ve got the BBB thing going on and everything.  Hey, send me a few and I’ll stick an ad up for you.  You know the old saying, early to bed, early to rise, advertise, advertise, advertise.  But I guess I’ll settle for a couple of clips on YouTube for now.

Henry Aldrich seems to be available legitimately from a web site called Nostalgia Merchant. We dealt with them for VHS products back in the 80’s. Don’t know how they are now who owns it.

Bonita Granville wasn't totally clueless as Nancy Drew, the teen sleuth, through four films until she met and married Jack Wrather who had this Lone Ranger gig of his own going. They then found out that old dogs never die, they just have puppies and carry on forever. It seems you can make more money with a cross dressing collie than solving the Mystery of the The Hidden Staircase.


But have no fear, all you amateur female detectives. Nancy has been around forever and always will be. Pamela Sue Martin climbed out of The USS Poseidon to pick up the clue book in the 70’s. Recently, Emma Roberts, brought Ms. Drew back to the big screen, but a once planned sequel seems to be kaput. And then there’s another one, one I didn’t even know about until recently. All I know is that it was broadcast on the TV in the 1990’s but I don’t know where, filmed in Canada and France, starred someone named Tracy Ryan as a 20 something Drew, and this curiosity piece is now showing on Netflix. Have at it.

I will when if and I do find the time and then I’ll report back. And if watching isn’t your cup of tea, thanks to the wonders of computer gaming, you can now be Nancy Drew to your hearts content, be you male, female, young, old, or anything in between.

And look, let’s be honest, wasn’t everybody clamoring for another Indiana Jones film until there finally was one? But after all was said and done fans everywhere decided to get all pissy about it because it wasn’t what they thought it should be? Now all they do is whine, “They should have left well enough alone!” Audiences are just plain fickle, and in the case of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull they were fickle to the tune of $786 million worldwide.

It’s the same thing with Star Wars. If people hadn’t been clamoring for sequels and prequels then maybe George would have retired with his billions instead of foisting the abysmal Haydn Christianson on us and stinking up the joint. NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!

Hell, I’ve wanted Willow II since 1988, but George and Ronnie can’t seem to get their act together. If Harrison Ford can put on that fedora at age 67 or so and crack his whip as Jones, then certainly Val Kilmer’s Madmartigan, at age 52, ought to be able to still swing a hefty sword with authority. So what if Ron Howard has won an Oscar since then? It won’t soil him to do just a little slumming. And one thing Ron, you should have talked your daughter out of being in that crappy M. Night Salami movie. It didn’t do squat for her career.

Theres been talk of a Goonies II, but having a bunch of middle age men dragging ass in the sewers of Seattle looking for a pirate booty doesn’t have the same appeal that it did when the journey was made by a motley group of up and coming teensters and tweensters. Then again, what kind of booty would we be talking about here?

If some of the sequels turn out bad, you pretend they don’t exist anymore and pick up wherever you damn well want to.

That’s why Superman Returned after Superman II, and numbers III and IV never really happened. It’s sort of like Pam Ewing waking up and finding Bobby in the shower after dreaming a whole television season up in Dallas for all the suckers who tuned in once a week. And Richard Pryor is no longer around to attest in the first person that there was a Super 3, although for all I know he may have been the one that wished it away.

Superman Returns to only $400 million dollars worldwide, and that wasn’t enough for the WB. No sir. Casting call. Time for the Superman reboot. New director. New Super duper. Bye bye Kate “Lois Lane” Bosworth, hello Amy "Lois Lane" Adams. Then to get everybody really confused, you take the Superman out of the title and slap the Man of Steel label on it. Crap, for all we know this could be a sequel to the 2011 October flavor of the month called “Real Steel” which is not about Superman at all. I think it has something to do with Rocky Balboa and Robots . Haven’t seen it, I’m not sure, let’s move on.

But that’s a way better fate that than being done in by what happened to poor Supergirl! Talk about a one shot deal! One movie, you’re done, and take Mommie Dearest with you, bitch. To punish you for failing, they stick you in some movie where you’re running around trying to get your kid brother’s stupid scooter back and have you cut off all your beautiful blonde hair in the process while your little friend discovers she’s a woman.



Talk about a career wipe out! But at least there was that nifty Pat Benatar song to cheer you on and regale MTV viewers across the nation for a time.

The best thing about The Legend of Billie Jean is this song. Then again, I think the movie was very underrated.



Let’s not forget the dreaded prequels. I’ve already mentioned George Lucas’s batch of bologna, but there have been others. Hell, Indiana Jones went back in time for one year to his younger self for Temple of Doom. I’m still trying to figure that one out.  He not only traveled through the time space continuum for Doomsville, he resided there  long enough to do a whole damn TV series. And he did it without a DeLorean.  I don’t think Lucas knows for sure why Indiana II  took place a year earlier than Indiana I.  I guess it fit the timeline he made up on the spur of the moment.  But at least we knew for sure Indy would survive the damn thing.

Sometimes your two heroes end up pretty much dead at the end of your hit film, thus really leaving you with a big prequel or sequel problem. The Sundance Kid aka Robert Redford and Butch Cassidy aka Paul Newman morph into William Katt and Tom Berenger for Butch and Sundance,The Early Days. Hey, I liked Katt as the hapless super duper klutz of the Greatest American Hero on the TV, and even more so as Carrie's hot date at the prom. But he is no Robert Redford. And if Paul Newman were the bright center of the universe, Tom Berenger would be the planet that it’s farthest from.

And nobody morphed better than Newman and Redford, who also reappeared in The Sting II as Jackie Gleason and Mac Davis. Either that or Newman was really chowing down in between films and Redford took some time to tune up his vocal chords for a few hit songs. 

If your super hero franchise lays a real big turd such as George Clooney's Batman did with Robin and The Governator back in 1997, you simply wait eight years, and then call your film Batman Begins, as if you were just kidding around the first time down the pike with Mr.’s Keaton , Kilmer, Clooney, O'Donnell, Nicholson, DeVito, Jones, Carrey, Schwarzenegger, Pfeiffer, Ms. Silverstone, and Ms. Thurman. You hire a director that made a film nobody understood because he goofed and ran it through the projector backwards, but  made movie critics get all misty eyed anyway. That way if he turns the caped crusader into a confused schizophrenic nit wit you can claim, “But it’s art.”

By starting all over again you also have the benefit of that new breed of internet species unavailable to you ten years ago who will proclaim your greatness from sea to shining sea. Yes, we do have the fan boys forever and ever amen.  And nothing, absolutely not one thing, will ever deter them, stand in their way, or hold them at bay through ice, wind, snow, rain, sleet, hail, or a massive power failure from coast to coast.

Absolutely none of this even remotely begins to explain why Spider-man is being sent back to relive his high school days when he hasn’t even been out of there long enough for a class reunion.   We’re starting over from square one,  becoming not just Spider-man, but The Amazing Spider-man because he wasn’t quite amazing enough to bear that adjective when he was just some damn overpriced American Colonist.  So riddle me this, why is the new Spidey better than the old Spidey, when new Spidey has to use mechanical gunk to spin his webs while old Spidey was making it natural?   Answer me that, Sony?   Screw you.

And what the hell is Sally Field going to do as Aunt May?  Give the kid a box of chocolates and yell, “Run, Spidey, Run!” 

I can see it now:

Peter Parker:  What is my destiny, mama?
Aunt May:  You’re a freakin’ spider mutant person, what the hell do you think your destiny is?

Screw you again.

Now, we get a new cup of Tassimo Tea, whereas the old Maxwell House Home Grown Coffee had yet to finish brewing to the last drop. But hey, this is Sony we’re talking about. Sony’s a corporation, and your measly 3 Spider-Man films grossing $2.5 billion (yes, billion) just isn’t enough moulah for you and your shareholders. So what do you do?

You get out your slide rule, figure out that the director and cast that helped you gather in all that loot in the first place should be kicked out the door because if they were in one of your sweat shop assembly line factories pumping out your PlayStation 3's or blu-ray players you’d do the same damn thing. Then you find some cheap replacement parts, a no-name director with no hits, an unknown obscure actor, and start dreaming of a Happy Fourth of July because the bean counters have convinced you that the movie going public is too stupid to see through your charade.

They are sure we will want to watch this low-budgeted rehashed instant replay even if your star won’t be celebrating Independence Day with us when the movie premieres because he probably doesn’t even know that his country lost the war almost 250 years ago. The worst part of it is that those bean counters are probably right. They know fan boys as well as I do and they are already beginning to wrap their arms around this imported pile of steaming sheep dung.   Me, I’ll stop in to see The Avengers, but screw your Spidey when I’m still waiting for him to join Mary Jane in holy deadlock. And I mean that. I won’t go. Period. I hate corporate b.s.

Just one thing sir, when do tickets go on sale?  Honorable number 3 son would like to know.

I could go on for days with this sequels, series, and prequels, stuff.   And I certainly may do so again if I sit down to write a review and that Drew Baylor came up with when his own dear old dad was dead as a doornail comes upon me again. You know the one. Whimsical.

Remember, none of this sequelitis rebooting rehashing recooking and refrying gets done if you don’t go. But for all your complaining about idea bankrupt Hollywood, going out to the theater will always be infinitely more entertaining than sitting in front of the tube, eating your cheeseburger, and having your brain cells killed off one at a time by Dancing with the Stars, The Bachelor, X-Factor, So You Thought You Could Dance, Dummass, America Ain’t Got No Talent, and American Idol. I’m proof of that. Two years of writing about Idol several years ago, and I’m still in recovery. But the doctor’s say there is hope for me. You on the other hand, maybe not. You have to read this crap. Now I do have a movie review to write.