Wednesday, November 23, 2022

'Bin Special: Falling for Christmas

 

I almost listed this as a Bargain Bin Review, but would that be fair? It just came out, and it’s not like it was quietly released on some obscure platform. It’s out on Netflix and getting a surprising amount of media attention.

But this is Netflix making a Hallmark Christmas movie. Starring Lindsay Lohan. Sounds like Christmas is coming early for the Internet…

 

Directed by Janeen Damian, 2022, 95 minutes, Rated TV-PG
And the award for best Comedy/Horror Hallmark Christmas Movie goes to…

 

Meet Sierra Belmont (Lindsay Lohan). We know she’s a spoiled rich girl by the remote-controlled curtains in her suite, the hotel-appointed entourage and the slo-mo entrances she’s granted when she enters a room. Daddy (Jack Wagner) run a hotel empire and is eager to have his little girl join him in the family business as “Vice President of Atmosphere” which, to Sierra’s credit, even she realizes is a b.s. position. She also has a very famous, very over-the-top influencer boyfriend named Tad. Indeed, it appears she has it all.

 

Tad snowmobiles Sierra to the tippy top of a secluded mountain summit and proposes. She’s flustered, and when the giant ring Tad just gave her slips off her finger Sierra falls off the side of the mountain, tumbling ass over end and eventually slamming head-first into a tree. Looney Tunes-style. All that’s missing are the cartoon birds flying around her head.

No worries, she’s fine. In fact, Sierra is promptly rescued by Jake Russell (Glee’s Chord Overstreet), who runs the small, family-owned lodge in town. Jake is Every Hallmark Christmas Movie Love Interest Ever: he’s a widow with a perpetual five o’clock shadow, an entire wardrobe of flannel shirts and an adorable little muppet who says things like, “Haven’t you heard, Dad? Christmas is the time of miracles!”

At the hospital, Sierra is diagnosed with a mild concussion and soap opera-grade amnesia. She’s so high maintenance that “Sarah” is promptly released from the hospital to stay at Jake’s lodge. I can’t imagine that’s a standard hospital polic—

Wait, is this a Christmas-themed remake of Overboard?

HOLYCRAPITIS! We get a number of montages of Sarah/Sierra attempting and failing to do such simple tasks as make a bed, start a load of laundry and flip pancakes. Her ineptitude is stunning. Along the way, Sarah/Sierra bond with the little muppet and shares longing looks with Jake.

If you’re wondering why no one shows up looking for Sierra, she’s wondering the same thing. Unfortunately, Daddy is away on business and she told the entourage that she was to be undisturbed before heading up the mountain. As for Tad, he’s having his own ordeal: after being lost in the woods for hours (“What kind of crap forest doesn’t have a cell tower!”), he ends up in a tiny ice cabin with a mountain man whose truck craps out so they have to hike a few days to reach civilization. Think Tad will show up at a really inopportune time and pull Sierra way from Jake in front of the entire town?

It may be hypocritical for me to drag R.I.P.D. last week for being formulaic, but in the case of Falling for Christmas, being formulaic is a feature, not a bug. Yes, everything plays out the way you’d expect – but cartoonishly so. The town can’t just have a tree-lighting, it must be overseen by the mayor with the entire town in attendance, a full band, and fireworks. Sarah/Sierra is extra inept, the muppet is extra earnest, and Tad is extra… extra. Even bit characters get a chance to be absurd (“Is this thing safe?” one man asks about a horse-drawn sleigh, as if it were a rickety unicycle with a jet engine). It’d be tempting to say you’re laughing at the characters, but it all plays so tongue-in-cheek that I have to believe everyone was in on the joke.

The possible exception might be Santa. Yes, THE Santa Clause is heavily implied to be in attendance, largely to do some possibly magical finger-wiggling and to mug the camera like a madman:


 


I may have yelped in terror at one point.

Anyway, Falling for Christmas is idiotic, cheesy and completely ridiculous. I loved it.

 

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Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Bargain Bin Review: R.I.P.D.

We’ve seen a whole lot of passionate (sometimes toxic) movie fandom over the last decade or so, but it’s important to remember that Hollywood is first and foremost a business.

That’s not to say that studio execs don’t care about the movies they make – just that they care about them in a different way. Movies are investments, and summer tent pole blockbusters are very big, very high-profile investments. This is why we see so few original stories; Hollywood leans on adaptations and sequels and remakes and the same ol’ formulas because they’re safer investments.

Where the studios get in trouble is when they’re too transparent with their risk-adverse approach, assembling movies with a kind of color-by-numbers approach. Like this: “Hey, let’s make our own version of Men in Black! We’ll just remake it with today’s versions of Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones, but instead of aliens we’ll use… um, the undead! Then we can throw in the bureaucracy gags in Beetlejuice without all the weird Claymation.”

How formula is today’s film? I wrote all that based solely on the trailer, and didn’t need to change a single word.

 

Directed by Robert Schwentke, 2013, 95 minutes, Rated PG-13
Men in Black: Reheated

We open in the middle of an action sequence with Ryan Reynolds voice-overing to us. Explosions! Mayhem! And then: “3 or 4 days ago.” Yeah, it’s going to be like that.

Ryan Reynolds plays the Will Smith role, this time a Boston cop who is quippy and a bit shady but just wants a better life for his wife. He and his partner, Kevin Bacon, have squirrelled away some gold from a crime scene, but Ryan Reynolds is having second thoughts. No such ethical qualms for Kevin Bacon – he just shoots Ryan Reynolds dead during a raid.

But death is just the beginning (literally, we’re only 10 minutes into the film), and after some snazzy freeze frame effects, Ryan Reyn—ugh, I’m going to have to look up this character name, aren’t I? Hold on… “Nick” is sent into the afterlife, which looks like a sterile interrogation room. There, The Proctor (Mary-Louise Parker!) gives Nick a choice: face Eternal Judgment as a dirty cop or join the R.I.P.D. Given that the latter is the name of the movie, I won’t hold you in suspense.

Nick is promptly teamed up with Jeff Bridges in the Tommy Lee Jones role (or “Roy,” as he’s called here) but still done up in his True Grit costume. Hey, you think Roy is going to grumble about how he “works alone” and doesn’t want a rookie partner? Congrats: you’ve seen a movie before.

So yeah, this is Men in Black but with the stylish black suits swapped out for all of the historic TV cop costumes in the studio’s warehouse. Their job is to keep the “dead-os” from “slipping through the cracks” of the afterlife and returning to earth, which causes the planet to “rot” – global warming, plagues, etc. “A hundred and fifty thousand people die every day; the system wasn’t designed to handle that kind of volume.” That’s a whole philosophical and theological can of worms that might’ve been interesting to dig into, but R.I.P.D. is more interested in having characters randomly withhold useful information from each other or being as cartoonish and juvenile as possible whenever Marisa Miller appears on screen.

The meat of the movie plays out in the most predictable way possible. Will Nick and Roy’s first case together somehow tie into whatever is going on with Kevin Bacon’s dirty cop? Will the villains pull off an elaborate heist that involves a mind-boggling amount of coincidences? Will Nick and Roy needle each other endlessly until they reluctantly bond and unite to take on insurmountable odds? Will there be mass destruction on suspiciously empty city streets? And will there be a blue sky beam?

But you already know the answer to those questions. The end result is a $130,000,000 movie that only makes half that money back and opens behind Grown Ups 2 in its second week and Despicable Me 3 in its third week.

I have to go full Dad Mode here: It’s not that R.I.P.D. is a bad movie (there are a couple interesting ideas here, the stars are stars for a reason, etc.). I’m just very disappointed.

 

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