Raúl García's "Extraordinary Tales" is a vivified compilation film of Edgar Allan Poe stories described by illuminating presences like Christopher Lee, Guillermo Del Toro and even Bela Lugosi himself (utilizing old sound footage). To be limit, it's sort of hard to botch that up excessively. Christopher Lee perusing Edgar Allan Poe? Sign me up. Both the source material and the man understanding it are fanciful. Also, that intrinsic cool element in "Extraordinary Tales" conveys the last item far, despite the fact that its deficiencies do once in a while constrain me to think about whether it could have been an artful culmination rather than a minor interest. As seems to be, a couple of choices made by García in the filmmaking procedure hold "Extraordinary Tales" again from its actual potential, in spite of the fact that on the off chance that it acquaints filmgoers with the works of Poe (or Lee or Lugosi, besides), it's done some great.
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García and his group quicken every short film in altogether different styles, returning to a wraparound discussion between a raven and a statue in a burial ground between shorts. It begins with the astonishing "The Fall of the House of Usher," read by Christopher Lee. The liveliness is shockingly level, looking regularly like a last-era computer game with an excess of CGI, when hand-drawn would have given this environmental piece more punch. In any case, it's anything but difficult to value the budgetary flexibility that activity gives García with "Usher," as the house comes apart in a manner that would have taken a toll a studio $80 million were it cutting edge.
From numerous points of view, the second short story picked is Poe's most well known and the most interestingly imagined inside "Extraordinaryl Tales." An exceedingly truncated (they all are, and infrequently frustratingly so) form of "The Tell-Tale Heart" is told by a scratchy sound of the unparalleled Bela Lugosi, joined by starkly distinctive activity in sharp blacks and blinding whites that is intended to conjure popular comic craftsman Alberto Breccia. As a standalone piece, in spite of the alters to the source, this is an interesting piece of silver screen in that it catches impacts from around the globe, bringing Lugosi, Poe, and Breccia under one bent tent.
"The Facts on account of M. Valdemar" (described by Julian Sands), "The Pit and the Pendulum" (described by Guillermo Del Toro) and "The Masque of Red Death" aren't as powerful, particularly the last one, which may be the most grounded outwardly yet shuns all portrayal and has no dialog to tell this story just with pictures. I'm not certain taking endlessly the film's most noteworthy resource—Poe's way with words—was the sharpest approach to end the piece.
What's more, that is an inclination I had a couple too often in "Extraordinary Tales"— asking why García settled on a certain visual decision, or why he cut a sure part of Poe's stories while concentrating on another (the entire thing just runs 73 minutes, when it would have profited by being twice as long and letting Poe's splendor wait before hopping on to the following piece). Once more, Poe's narrating blessing is so ageless, and the voice performers collected so enrapturing, that "Extraordinary Tales" can't resist the urge to take a shot at some level. It just never entirely transcends that faint praises
The reason why “Hotel Transylvania 2” exists is a simple one. The
original 2012 animated comedy about a resort that caters to famous
monsters managed to draw $358,375,603 in worldwide box-office blood. As a longtime supporter of animated features, the recent need to churn
out follow-ups to every cartoon hit only demeans a genre that thrives on
imaginations, and is also aimed at impressionable children. Children
should be taught to want better, not just more of the same in lesser
form. Yes, the “Toy Story” series is an exception. But why the need for “Cars 2” except to sell more tie-in merchandise?
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This time out, Adam Sandler co-writes with returning joke meister Robert Smigel.
That Smigel sired Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog pretty much earns him a
lifetime pass from me, even if this subpar sequel barely comes close to
being as amusing as any run-of-the-mill “Munsters” TV episode. For Sandler, however, this is not-so-funny business as usual.
So what is the plot, you might be frightened to ask? Dracula’s daughter Mavis (Selena Gomez) weds her human beau Jonathan (Andy Samberg) and the hotel opens its doors to mere mortals for the first time in the form of her in-laws (Megan Mullally and Nick Offerman,
pocketing a paycheck). She gives birth to a son, Dennis, who sports a
chrysanthemum bush of red curls. Or, as meddlesome Papa Drac likes to
call him, “Denisovich.”
The rest of this anemic
mixed-marriage soap opera pivots on whether Dennis will grow up to be a
chip off the old bat (his granddad hopes he is just “a late fanger”)
and if Mavis will decide to move her brood to sunny California, even if
she doesn’t know “Santa Claus” from “Santa Cruz.” To speed up matters,
Dracula takes his grandson along with several of his ghoulish buddies,
including Steve Buscemi’s Wolfman, Kevin James as Frankenstein and David Spade’s Invisible Man, on a road trip to the same vampire summer camp he attended to get training.
If this all sounds rather dull, that is because it is.
Judging by the youngsters in the crowd, all this boo-ha-ha failed to produce non-stop hilarity as director Genndy Tartakovsky
once again relies on manic slapstick gags that rarely summon all but
the briefest of chuckles. The kids seemed most pleased by a nearly mute
green tub of jiggly goo known as Blobby, who can suck up random objects
like squirrels into his tummy and urinate with multiple streams.
I
kept myself preoccupied by trying to mine some good in the bad,
although having to sit through the lamest Count Chocula reference ever
made it difficult. Gomez’s youthful delivery is refreshing amidst the
horror shtick. I like hearing Buscemi’s deadpan coming out of a beast
who can’t control his animal instincts. I didn’t mind Jon Lovitz, who previously spoke for Quasimodo, doing a riff on the Phantom of the Opera as a kind of Greek chorus.
Also
on the upside: A sweet wolf girl named Winnie (voiced by Sandler’s
daughter, Sadie), who takes a shine to Dennis, delivers a rather pointed
pro-female statement. That’s before she goes back to licking her
would-be boyfriend’s face.
I also got my hopes up when Mel Brooks’
distinctive kvetching poured forth from Vlad, Dracula’s Nosferatu-style
father, who is less than thrilled to have a human in the family. Here
is a spoof king who knows how to milk mirth from old Hollywood tropes.
But his entrance comes too late to do anything to elevate the
proceedings.
I'm sad to report that the ending—complete with the
most clichéd way to conclude any animated film, a musical number—leaves
the door wide open for the inevitable “Hotel Transylvania 3.” Me, I have already checked out.
One of the more foolhardy stunts ever pulled by a major Hollywood
studio in recent years was forcing Aardman, a conclave of exceedingly
clever Brits who are considered by many as the supreme purveyors of the
clay-manipulating process of stop-motion, to release a pale computerized
imitation of one of its trademark efforts in 2006.
Its title? “Flushed Away.”
You remember it, right? No? It’s better if you don’t.
Hugh Jackman
voiced a posh pet rat who discovers a underground city teaming with
rodents in the London sewer system. Apparently, the amount of water
scenes required was deemed too tricky to be successfully captured by
Aardman’s meticulously hand-crafted artistry. That same artistry,
however, was behind the sleeper success of 2000’s “Chicken Run”
and 2005’s Oscar-winning “Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the
Were-Rabbit,” where the tactile feel of the human touch can be subtly
sensed as the figures onscreen are painstakingly brought to life.
Needless to say, the compromised “Flushed Away” pretty much lived up to
its name at the box office.
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It took another, better
computer-animated film, 2011’s “Arthur Christmas,” before Aardman
learned its lesson and returned to doing what it does best, making
exceedingly amusing films with pliable characters. As much as movie
theaters these days are overrun with ‘toon blockbusters that are bold,
bright and brassy blasts of hyper-charged entertainment that barely take
a breath, stop-motion is a different animal, one that feels innately
multi-dimensional even without 3-D because it is created with physical
objects. And Aardman, who gave the world such dryly witty wonders as the
1989 short “Creature Comforts” as well as the long-running
man-and-his-dog comedy duo of Wallace & Gromit, takes a stealthier,
more-assured approach that is found in wild-and-woolly abundance in its
latest triumph, “Shaun the Sheep Movie.”
Based on a long-running
TV series consisting of shorts that take place on a quaintly cozy patch
of northern English countryside known as Mossy Bottom Farm, this brisk
85-minute serving of visually piquant capers owes as much to Warner
Bros.’ Sam the Sheepdog and Ralph the Wolf as it does to Buster Keaton, Rube Goldberg, “Babe: Pig in the City”
and those Serta mattress ads (whose sheep are designed by Aardman, by
the way). With zero actual dialogue, “Shaun the Sheep Movie” is a silent
film—except that the soundtrack is overrun with noises (mumbled
gibberish, growls and bleats) and gags involving audio effects and
thematically-on-the-nose music.
But most of the communication
comes in the form of the expressive faces of its cast. Shaun is the
rascally leader of a flock of eight, including baby Timmy and chubby ewe
Shirley, owned by a ginger-haired middle-ager who is bald, bespectacled
and none too astute. Simply known as the Farmer, he remains blissfully
oblivious to his sheep’s penchant for human-seeming behavior such as
walking on two legs and engaging in elaborate schemes hatched by Shaun.
Bitzer, the put-upon bulbous-nosed sheepdog who is outfitted like a
track coach, regularly attempts yet only partially succeeds to keep
Shaun and his cohorts in line. Other regulars who make an appearance
include the Naughty Pigs and an opportunistic duck.
As the movie
begins, a certain malaise has settled upon the farm’s residents, who are
clearly weary of their everyday rural routine. Leave it to Shaun to
come up with a way for the sheep to take a break. Unfortunately, their
prankish efforts cause the Farmer to fall asleep in a caravan that
accidentally becomes unmoored and ends up rolling into The Big City,
which we can assume is London. The sudden disappearance of their master
leaves Shaun and the sheep bereft—not the least because they can’t feed
themselves.
Plus, as a sweetly nostalgic prologue reveals, the
Farmer is really the only father figure that they have ever known. Shaun
sneaks onto a double-decker bus to hunt him down and the rest of the
sheep follow—as sheep are wont to do. Also on the scent of the trail is a
distraught Bitzer, who locates the Farmer in a hospital where he has
been diagnosed with memory loss. Eventually, he ends up aimlessly
wandering through the urban landscape until he stumbles into momentary
fame.
There is a villain in the form of an over-eager “animal
containment” officer who is bedeviled by the wads of snowy fleece he
keeps finding on the street. But most of the plot builds upon humorous
set pieces that escalate usually with chaotic results inside of a
charity shop, a fancy restaurant, a pricey hair salon and an animal
compound that looks like a jail.
The plot is simple enough for a
preschooler to follow as are many of the jokes. How delightful is it
that the sheep take full advantage of their ability to put humans asleep
by circling around a barrier that they leap over one by one. To
paraphrase “The Patty Duke
Show’s” TV theme, any bone is bound to make Bitzer lose control. Yes,
the Aardman-ites provide a full contingent of butt sight gags as well as
bodily function hilarity, but they never feel desperate or excessive.
And adult cineastes will be able to giggle knowingly at references to “Cape Fear,” “The Night of the Hunter” and—most appropriately—“The Silence of the Lambs.”
Banksy-like graffiti graphics, multiple acts of fist bumping (and, in
the case of lobsters, claw bumping) and a dig at social media—that’s
about as au currant as such references get. As a pushover for this
distinctly Ol’ Blighty brand of comedy, the chuckles came early and
often for me. There is something in the way that the sheep’s mouths
unhinge and slip sideways whenever they emit an utterance or simply
smile that I find charmingly ingenious in its physiological
impossibility.
While the shorts have an undercurrent of
antagonism, there is actually a warm and fuzzy feeling of loyalty and
affection shared between Shaun, the sheep, their canine frenemy and the
Farmer. They are, whether they always like it or not, a family. A
message supporting pet adoption even sneaks into the proceedings thanks
to a mangy street mutt who assists the sheep. But laughter is the main
goal here. Pixar might have uncovered the mysteries of our brains with “Inside Out.” But Aardman knows its way around our funny bones. Just keep Bitzer away from them.
