Okay -- so my initial plan of writing about a film every day, counting down until the glorious day of Halloween, was derailed by the penultimate perfect storm of preoccupation, procrastination, and any number of my litany of bullshit rationalizations and excuses.
So, for now, in an attempt to get the train back on the tracks, a number of these are going to be quick and dirty. I would say less prolific, but seriously, who am I kidding? I mean, when was I ever, EVER, fucking prolific?
Okay, yes, if there was a Twelve Step Program for serial Facebook posters, there's no reason I shouldn't be at a meeting right fucking now. I'm really just some deranged online steam of bile filled consciousness version of the unfiltered cigarette -- just dumping all my second hand rage and untethered to reality opinion into the atmosphere with nary a single mental checklist in place that would give a more sane and rational person pause at the notion of putting such drivel into the eternal and unerasable permanent record of the internet.
See that? Any wonder why I'm medicated?
So, with 23 Days Until Halloween (although, as of today, it's 17 Days Until Halloween, so maybe I should just shut the fuck up and get on with it)...
I don't give a flying lost in space for seven years fuck what Rotten Tomatoes has to say, I think Event Horizon is great. It's The Shining in space, with a heavy dose of Clive Barker thrown in to give it that extra bit of Hell as S&M fantasy gone awry.
It's a great premise: long distance ship with new prototype gravity drive disappears for seven years after its maiden voyage...and now it's back.
But where has it been?
That is the question the crew of the Lewis and Clark hope to find answers for. With the EH's designer in tow, the deep space salvage crew boards the derelict ship, and slowly discover that the ship has been farther than everyone ever dreamed it could. And in the process, it has taken on a malevolent, malignant life of its own -- specifically the ability to manifest the individual fears of the crew in terrifying and fatal ways.
Laurence Fishburne's Captain Miller eventually decides enough is fucking enough, and pulls the plug on the salvage mission, taking a page from Ellen Ripley's playbook and opting for the take off and nuke the entire thing from space option.
But Sam Neil's Dr. Weir has plans of his own, which involve returning the ship back to the hell from which it came, and taking the crew of the L&C along with it.
Eventually, Miller makes the necessary sacrifice to save what remains of his crew, and goes down (to hell) with the ship, unlikely to ever return.
Of course it has its silly bits, with a completely unnecessary performance by Richard T. Jones as Cooper. And I'm not giving Jones shit about it. The fault lies in the creation of the character as shoehorned in comedic relief, and not from Jones' performance. He does the best with what he has.
But Fishburne and Neil are great as opposing "Captains", and when Weir goes over to the dark side, he goes waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over.
If you haven't seen Event Horizon, don't judge it based on the rest of director W.S. Anderson's work. I'm not trying to debase him, but the promise he showed on Event Horizon proved to be more of the broken promises variety on the films that followed.