On Sunday, August 5, 2012 10:08:27 AM UTC-4, moviePig wrote:
> For me, Clive Barker is/was a modern H.P. Lovecraft, providing
> reliable well of escapist deep funk (...maybe why some druggies take
> downers, come to think of it). So, I'd just as soon his characters
> remained no more than mildly interesting, at best ...or maybe amusing,
> a la Hawks's THE THING. Anyhow, I'd allow that MMT's 'underworld'
> sequences did go on a bit too long for what, after all, was only the
>punchline to a short-story. But, I'd have expected you to enjoy the
> atmospheric descent and, in particular, the slick, albeit sick, subway-
> car mayhem ...which I think I could've picked out of a lineup as the
> work of an Asian director. (As for 'unconvincing characters', btw,
> I'll bet you don't know who Vinnie Jones is...)
>
What got cutoff of that review:
"The basic gist of this flick is that before time began there was a race of cannibals that now live under the city in the subways and since they can't kill people -- for unexplained reasons -- a human is selected to kill for them. According to the deal with the city -- I guess -- they get to eat everyone on the last late train. Well, they get to eat them after the human butcher kills them.
"It's one thing for a film to not take itself all that seriously and another to lack the conviction needed to make the story credible. One result of a lack of conviction is that you feel like you're watching the bloodiest and goriest episode of "Tales From The Crypt" or some other TV show.
"Not for the squeamish even though the blood and guts is so over the top as to lose any really force to frighten."
Two things: Vinnie Jones -- I did look him up and have seen him in numerous films -- and your point about him escapes me. And, I don't like Asian films because of their violence but because of their stories and style, and that is something I thought MMT lacked. These points are similar to our "Arang" conversation about how each of us see horror and I doubt we'll ever span that gap. I appreciate understanding the other side's view, as it were, although I don't think I'll ever get there.