Showing posts with label Remake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remake. Show all posts

Thursday, December 5, 2013

OLDBOY (2013)

For months I've been trying to think of a production as ill conceived as a remake of Park Chan Wook's 2003 film Oldboy. I have no idea who'd want to see this. Most remakes are done, I suspect, because the original is famous enough that the marketing can coast on the general public's nostalgia for the title. But Oldboy is fairly obscure, has little brand name recognition to cash in on, and is too unpalatable for general audiences. Furthermore, the people who do know it are mostly film lovers who generally hold it as a classic and wouldn't want to see it remade, even by Spike Lee, a great (if uneven) filmmaker in his own right. The only hope is for Lee, who delights in provoking, to come up with something so different that it stands apart as a new vision.

Unfortunately, Lee mostly just walks the line between doing his own thing, and staying within the confines of the established story. The results are well made and somewhat distinct from the original without being truly distinctive. The film starts in 1993 when we meet Joe Doucett (Josh Brolin), a rakish ad exec who neglects his family and is on the verge of losing his job. One particularly drunken night he's snatched off the street and wakes up in the locked hotel room where he'll spend the next 20 years.

The scene where Doucett discovers his predicament is very well done and the sequence makes the best case for Lee's version as an alternate take. Many of the beats from the original are there, but instead of trying to outdo the sheer propulsiveness of it, Lee instead slows down for something more intimate. Doucett doesn't know who imprisoned him, but he learns through his TV that he's been framed for the death of his wife. As the decades pass he'll quit drinking, attempt suicide, get in shape, plot escape, eat a lot of bad dumplings and in one touching vignette (Lee's best addition) befriend a family of mice living in the walls before they meet a particularly nasty fate.

After he is mysteriously released, the film starts to lose me. He makes contact with his old bartender (Michael Imperioli) and Marie (Elizabeth Olsen), a pretty doctor who helps him track down his tormentors. He kinda wants revenge, but mostly he just wants to clear his name and be there for his daughter, meaning the film must now link the two goals if the plot is to move forward, leading to the intervention of his former captor who puts a timeclock on the investigation. The captor is played by Shartlo Copley as a series of cartoon affectations, his long fingernails and Draco Malfoy accent eliciting Python levels of laughter in my screening. He's not just in a different movie, he's in a different galaxy.

Copley's performance is emblematic of a major issue with the film, it has no idea what it wants to do tonally. Lee isn't interested in replicating the original's theatricality, but when the material is gothic, operatic Greek Tragedy, it doesn't respond well to the comparative realism Lee imposes on it and the film often seems to be fighting him. No mater how much Lee tones down his own distinct style to compensate, this needs to be a quirkier film. Copely and a warden played by Samuel L. Jackson are some of the remnants of the Park weirdness (albeit without the dark humor), but outside of Jackson, they don't work, partly because of cognitive dissonance, and partly because Copley is terribly miscast.

Further wonkiness results from just how much of the original structure remains. Lee may deviate and elaborate, but he doesn't improve or fundamentally change, meaning fans will find Lee's alterations  mostly distracting. Neophites will get the most out of this, but they won't confuse the film with being a masterpiece. The ending still packs a wallop, but I believe newbies will sense how Lee and screenwriter Mark Protosevich overcomplicate it and dilute its horrific consequences. While the film has more than its share of nastiness, frequently trying to outdo its source, it's much less daring too. The downfall of Oldboy 2.0 (3.0 if you count the original manga) is that it does nothing to break free of the original's shadow, there are pieces of a truly original take on the material, but they're stuck in a film that just doesn't have the guts to go all the way with them.

Grade: C

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

EVIL DEAD (2013)

Lets be honest, the original Evil Dead wasn't much more than a geek show. Sure it was a fun, feverishly surrealistic geek show with the ultra charismatic Bruce Campbell holding it all together, but it was interested exclusively in finding new and innovative ways to launch gallons of goo at the audience.

With the exception of the 'new and innovative' part, the remake is much the same. Like before, we have a group college students arriving at a cabin in the woods for the weekend only to find the cabin wrecked and covered in blood, the aftermath of a demonic ritual that took place there.

The only clue to what happened is the Necronomicon, an ancient book bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. As if that wasn't enough of a warning, the kids find the book wrapped in barbed wire and defaced with all caps warnings to not read it. Does that stop anyone? Hell no! The book is immediately read, summoning daemons to feast on the souls of the living.

In a slight twist that gives that amounts to the films best attempt at substance, the kids have gathered not for vacation, but to help their friend Mia (Jane Levy) get over her drug addiction. The genius of the approach is that as she starts to show signs of demonic possession, her friends just think she's going through withdrawal and ignore her.

Despite this and other departures, the film has the same mentality that earned the original an X rating in 1981. This remake is trashy in all the ways that gore hounds love: it's gooey, oozy, squishy, sticky, sickly and icky. Gee golly darn this thing is violent. People drown in corn syrup. Blood rains from the sky. If nothing else, this film significantly ups the ante for how pervasively gory a mainstream film can be. One suspects that only some kind of demonic backroom deal with the MPAA kept this film from an NC-17.

The film works as a cavalcade of gore, and is capably made by first timer Fede Alvarez. It's slick and glossy, but has nothing close to the freneticism of Raimi's original and the film doesn't even try and find a lead as fun as Bruce Campbell. The result is a very dower film, which is odd. Yes, the original Dead played its material fairly straight but most of the nostalgia we have for the series is linked to the slapstick parody Raimi introduced in the second and third installments (which in turn have inspired a string of recent horror parodies like Cabin in the Woods and the superior Tucker & Dale vs. Evil). There are comic ideas in Evil Dead 2.0, like the moment a man slips, banana peel style, on a severed cheek, but Alvarez plays these moments so straight and so bloody as to undercut any comic potential.

Still, it's a fair representation of the intentions of the original, albeit without the low budget charm or the raw talent of Sam Raimi. Also it's better than the majority of the Horror remakes we've gotten of late. If you want to see lots of hardcore gore done the old fashion way with a minimum of CGI, this is your ticket, everyone else should stay away.

Grade: C

Note:  There is a very short scene after the credits. Hardcore Evil Dead fans might appreciate it, but it'll do nothing for non Deadites.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN

So we’re not going to get any more Sam Raimi/Toby Maguire Spider-Man movies. They had a good run, and despite a lackluster 3rd outing, are pretty well liked. It’s ridiculous that the series is being rebooted this soon but that’s where we are and we should accept it.

The biggest reason we should accept it is that The Amazing Spider-Man is actually pretty decent. The basic strokes of the story are the same: awkward teen Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield, The Social Network) gets bitten by a genetically enhanced spider and develops super powers which he uses to fight crime after the death of his uncle (Martin Sheen).
The similarities to the old franchise are inescapable as they’re both adapting the same mythology, but we got a few substitutions from the old films. Instead of Mary Jane Watson, Peter’s love interest is Gwen Stacy, a science intern played by Emma Stone (Superbad). Instead of news reporter J. Jonah Jameson we get Gwen’s cop father (Dennis Leary) in the Spider-Man hating role. As for the villain, we have geneticist Curt Connors (Rhys Ifans) who’s research into cross-species genetics will inadvertently give Parker his powers (Oscorp labs has the worst security ever) and turn Conners into The Lizard.

The film goes into a lot more detail than the Raimi films. I liked that Spider-Man screen-prints his costume and that he builds his web shooters. He has electronic locks on his doors and is generally a tinkerer. But despite his expertise, he’s still a reckless teenager with his superpowers. This Spider-Man is more of a wise ass than I remember from the old films. I like that Spider-Man is playing games on his phone during a stake out.

Director Mark Webb (500 Days of Summer) was an odd choice to helm a big action film, but it works well enough. The action scenes are few, but all are pretty decent. There's a rescue of a child on a bridge that stands out. I really like that Spider-Man gets shot during one sequence and has to limp through the rest of the film. He also handles the dramatic aspects beautifully. Parker's parents abandoned him as a child and his need for closure drives a great deal of the film’s plot. Emma Stone is great as Gwen Stacy. I really like that Gwen is clearly smarter than Peter (who's already brilliant). She still needs to be rescued a bit, but Webb never overdoes the damsel stuff and to be fair, there is a 15 foot evil lizard out there killing people. As a vilian, Lizard feels too much like the stock Mad Scientist. He wants to change the world into Lizard people and has an evil lair in the sewers, how he avoids maintenance workers is beyond me.

Is this reboot really necessary? Not really, but it’s here and it’s fun. I'll miss the out-and-out cartoon quality of the original's but I like this version of Spider-Man, and I look forward two or three more installments in this world before we get some sort of more radical reboot. Can we get Spider-Man in space next time? Played by Donald Glover?

Grade: B

Note: there is a scene during the credits. So stick around if you want to see that, but it's not very good.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

BONDATHON: THUNDERBALL / NEVER SAY NEVER AGAIN



The 4th James Bond film, Thunderball, is a bit of an interesting case. The novel was conceived a number of years earlier as a screenplay. Fleming had enjoyed a bit of success with the Bond novels and desperately wanted to see his superspy make the leap to the big screen. To this end, he worked for a time with screenwriter Kevin McClory to create an original adventure for 007. But screenwriting is a fundamentally different art form than novels, and one imagines that Fleming (with his tendency to over describe everything) would quickly become frustrated with the much leaner world of screenwriting. Eventually he abandoned the thing and turned the script into his 8th Bond novel without crediting the work of his collaborators. This led to lawsuits that kept Thunderball from being the first Saltzman-Brocoli adventure and ultimately resulted in the screen rights to Thunderball reverting back to McClory several years after the film came out. McClory exorcized those rights in 1982 with his version of the story Never Say Never Again. While it isn't considered part of the official Bond canon, it did feature Sean Connery in his last performance as 007. We’ll look at both films here, starting with 1965’s Thunderball.
Thunderball is a giant, gaudy Bond film. It’s by far the biggest of the films so far in terms of spectacle, and while there are some very nice moments, the overall movie doesn't gel and comes off as a bloated, indulgent mess.
SPECTRE, the evil organization from the first two films, is back and they’ve stolen two nuclear warheads. SPECTRE head Blofeld will detonate the warheads in major cities unless the world pays an exorbitant ransom within a given window of time. Obviously, every secret agent in the west is dispatched to find the warheads before the deadline, but only one of those agents is James Bond (Sean Connery). Bond has dealt with SPECTRE recently and has a hunch as to where the warheads must be. He heads to Nassau and quickly meets up with two Bond girls, SPECTRE assassin Fiona Volpe (Luciana Paluzzi) and Domino (Claudine Auger) the “kept woman” of  Largo (Adolfo Celi). Largo owns a particularly suspicious yacht that might just prove to be the home of the warheads. Proving it isn’t easy, but Bond is not alone, he is joined by his frequent, American sidekick Felix Leiter (Rik Van Nutter). This is Leiter's 3rd appearance in the series and Van Nutter is the 3rd actor to play him. This frequent recasting of Leiter is unceremonious and speaks to how the franchise will handle the eventual recasting of 007 — with as little acknowledgement as possible.

Anyway, it’s not a bad plot for a thriller. It's a strong goal with strong urgency, you'd think that the film would move quickly. Unfortunately the first 40 minutes are achingly dull. After a pre-credit sequence that just can’t compare to its thrilling counterpart in Goldfinger, Bond finds himself in a health spa. It’s not the most cinematic of locations, though it does allow Bond to seduce (read: blackmail) an attractive nurse into a sauna and for Bond to be almost killed by a back stretching machine. That back stretching scene is undoubtedly the most unintentionally hilarious scene in the series up till now, and it doesn’t help that veteran Bond director Terrence Young plays it with deadly seriousness. It turns out that the culprit behind the murder attempt is a SPECTRE agent. While the information pays off later, one gets the feeling that this whole spa sequence could have been cut in half and placed in a more exciting and dynamic location.

The second act of Bond looking for the warheads is significantly stronger though. Upon arriving in Nassau, there are some pretty good sequences such as when Bond checks a recording device he left in his room to see if anyone has been there. The camera eerily pans around the room in time with the footsteps on the tape. Another shot where Bond approaches a dockside party by boat, the lights growing larger from out of the darkness, is quite elegant. Also Bond gets to do some actual espionage, and even though not much seems to come of it, it's fun to let it all wash over you as long as you don't think too hard. The film is relatively true to Fleming’s novel, but has been cluttered by extra characters and situations to extend the plot and justify the film’s larger budget. As a result the film feels overstuffed and convoluted. The film is just too self-consciously big.
To be fair, some of the big stuff is really, really cool.
 Another issue is the film’s underwater scenes. Thunderball was the first film to have big, underwater sequences with real sets and everything. These scenes make up about 20% of the film, your mileage may very as to when, and if, the novelty wears off, but I was certainly bored of it by the end.
It doesn’t help that the climactic underwater battle is just confusing. It pits dozens of scuba-divers against each other. Terrence Young wanted a big, giant battle underwater and is determined to show us every bit of it. As a consequence of this, and the fact that everyone has a breathing mask on, it’s hard to know when we’re looking at Bond, and when we’re looking at some random guy (ironically, Fleming’s novel solved this problem by painting numbers on everyone). 
Is this James Bond? I really have no idea.
Even worse the sequence is tremendously unfocused. In the midst of the ultimate battle the film cuts to a 3 second shot of a random sea creature. Worst of all, Bond doesn’t really save the day, so much as be there when it’s saved. (spoiler alert) Bond doesn’t rescue the girl, disarm the warhead or kill Largo. (end spoilers) The movie has little for him to do after he finds the bombs. As irritating as it can be, it’s still an enjoyable film. John Barry once again provides a score that pushes the film to greater heights than it might have achieved otherwise. Ken Adam’s sets are as good as ever and Volpe is a very good Bond Girl. The film isn’t completely incompetent, just inconsistent and slow. The franchise is going to need to balance its spectacle with tighter scripts if it wants to keep passing muster.
Not long after Thunderball, Sean Connery left the franchise citing fatigue and diminishing script quality. After his replacement didn’t work out, he returned for Diamonds Are Forever and swore off Bond for good. But when the Thunderball rights reverted back to Kevin McClory, Connery was convinced to don the tux one last time for McClory’s 1983 Thunderball remake, Never Say Never Again, which apparently has no relation to the recent Justin Bieber concert film, so stop asking. 

Never is a decisive film among Bond fans. For one, it was produced without EON (the Saltzmen-Brocolli company producing the Bond films), and therefore tends to be dismissed out of hand as a film that “doesn’t count.” Also, Connery was 53 when he made the film and some feel that he was simply too old to play 007, never mind that Roger Moore, the current “official” James Bond at the time, was a good 3 years older. But despite all these points, Never Say Never Again is better than a lot of the Bond films, and it certainly beats the pants off of Thunderball in several respects.

Firstly it has a better script. Much of the bloat from the Saltzman-Broccoli picture has been removed. The plot to steal the warheads is much simpler and, while aspects of it have been updated for “modern audiences,” is much more faithful to Fleming’s novel and, one suspects, to the treatment he wrote with McClory.
Bond still goes to a health spa, but the idea of Bond needing a tune-up makes more sense for the older 007. The film plays a little with Connery’s age and ask that immortal question “what happens to action hero's when they get old?” The idea isn’t fully explored, but it’s nice to see it brought up at all. (if you want to really see that concept developed, check out Sean Connery’s Robin Hood movie, Robin and Marian). The Spa sequence is quicker, less convoluted and more playful than it's '65 counterpart. The embarrassing back-stretching scene is replaced by a great fight between Bond and a hired thug. There is an inspired moment when the fight takes them near a group of civilians watching a soccer match and no one notices. In Thunderball the health spa felt like pure fluff, Never Say Never actually makes it fun and relevant to the plot.

Also, while Terence Young seemed a little out of his depth with the large budget of Thunderball, Never’s director Irvin Kershner was fresh off of directing a little art house film called The Empire Strikes Back and aquits himself with a little more confidence here. The underwater sequences are done with more restraint. There are some good action sequences involving remote controlled sharks and a couple nice stunts in the car chase. Kershner knows not to over sensationalize the already ridiculous material, resulting in a more even-toned film then some of the contemporary Bond films.
Most importantly, Connery is still a great Bond. He may not have much to do with the version Flemming wrote about, but when he's engaged with the material, he really is a blast. Whatever problems this film has (I'll get to those in a minute), Connery seems more relaxed as Bond here then he did in his prime. More then ever he resembles Carry Grant, calm, sophisticated, fun. The rest of the cast is good too. Largo is played very well by Klaus Maria Brandaur. He's still a bond villain, but he plays the role with a touch of real world menace that grounds him. Edward Fox (Day of the Jackal) is having a blast as a more cranky version of M. Barbara Carrera makes a great impression as the assassination fetishist Fatima Blush, and in a surreal touch, future Bond satirist Rowen “Mr. Bean” Atkonson has a small role.

After a very strong first half, it starts to falter. There is an impossibly goofy sequence where Bond plays a videogame with Largo called “Domination” in which players compete to conquer the world and losers get an electric shock via the joystick. Towards the end, the film loses it completely with a scene where Bond and Domino jump a horse off a castle wall and take a 300 foot plunge into the sea below, and the less said about the missile hovercraft things the better. Also, the score by Michel Legrand ranges from "perfectly fine" to one of the worst scores I've heard. Lots of bad Saxophone compared with John Barry's smooth, jazzy rhythms.

But despite these issues Never Say Never is a better, more confident film than Thunderball. The original film has bigger and better spectacle, but the remake has better acting, a better pace and an ending that's easier to follow even if it's imagery isn't nearly as iconic. Neither film represents an essential entry in the Bond canon, but they're both fun up to a point. 

Grades:  
Thunderball: C
Never Say Never Again: B-  

Never Say Never Again is currently streaming on Netflix Instant.

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Dr. No
From Russia With Love Goldfinger
Thunderball / Never Say Never Again
You Only Live Twice
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Diamonds are Forever
Live and Let Die  
The Man With The Golden Gun 
The Spy Who Loved Me
Moonraker
For Your Eyes Only  
Octopussy  
A View To A Kill 
The Living Daylights    
Licence to Kill   
Goldeneye   
Tomorrow Never Dies 
The World Is Not Enough    
Die Another Day 
Casino Royale 
Quantum of Solace
Skyfall  

Friday, October 28, 2011

MAKE/REMAKE: The Thing From Another Word (1951) vs. The Thing (1982) vs. The Thing (2011)



Remakes are a tricky thing. They are almost universally reviled but only in the world of film. No one minds when a theater company revives Othello, or when a singer covers a famous song. It's not like the remakes are filmed on the bleached negatives of the originals. Perhaps it's because the originals are often beloved and the remakes are so often sub-par. But must it always be this way? It seems that if a remake where to work, the original would have to be good but lacking in some obvious way and/or the creators of the new version must have some kind of vision, or unique take that justifies the expedition. Which brings us to The Thing, the rare case that has been filmed, not once, not twice but three times. The first remake shows how to do a remake correctly, and the more recent remake shows how to get it all wrong.

The Thing From Another World, co-directed by Howard Hawks and Christian Nyby is a great example of a 50's B-movie. It's got it all: the army, aliens, scientists, radioactivity even an intrepid reporter.

The film starts off at a military base on the edge of American civilization (Alaska) where we meet a curmudgeonly Air Force re-supply crew lead by Captain Hendry (Kenneth Tobey) on their way to the research base deep in the Arctic wilderness. It's cold there. The wind blows horizontal snow. Icicles hang all the way to the ground. Snow is piled up 10 feet high outside. But there's more going on than the temperature. A strange crash has been reported a few miles from the base. The crew and a bunch of scientists go to investigate and discover the remains of a flying saucer. The craft is accidentally destroyed but our heroes are able to recover its pilot, encased in an 8-foot block of ice, and take him back to the base. 

Now obviously we know that the thing will get loose and start terrorizing the base. It was a law of the horror genre even in 1951. But there is a second conflict between the Air Force personnel and the scientists. The lead scientist Dr. Carrington (Robert Cornthwaite) fills a role nearly analogous to the evil corporation man in more recent horror films. Dr. Carrington doesn't want to destroy the Thing, but wants to save and study it. He just can't believe that a super-intelligent creature can be malevolent He's not an evil scientist per se, he just has his priorities wrong. The second half of the film is fairly atmospheric, you can see the influence on future sci-fi/horror films such as Alien, and the ending is dynamite but the film has a few things that keeps it from transcending its genre.

Co-directors Hawks and Nyby do a great job of showing us how cold the base is on the outside, but when the film goes inside, it's quite easy to forget that theses characters are in the arctic at all. They try a bit, wind rushes inside when doors are opened and alike, but these gimmicks are few and far between and come off as cheap tricks. All it would have taken is the faint sound of the wind howling. The second, larger problem is that the group is too chummy. Even after the creature kills two people, the remainder of the crew still trade jokes with each other as if nothing has happened. Captain Hendry is almost more concerned with wooing his old flame (Margaret Sheridan) as he is with killing the creature that's threatening the world.  To be fair, the romance subplot is done well, and just racy enough to raise eyebrows (be prepared for some light bondage). Also the comradery between the men is fun, even if it is out of the war movie cliche handbook, but ultimately, while these elements help keep the film from being too one-note, make the film tonally wonky.

What really keeps the film going is the titular thing. In the short story that inspired the film, Who Goes There? by John W. Campbell, the creature was a shape shifter, a great gimmick that was dropped for this version. Perhaps it seemed too technically difficult (though a lot can be done with shadows) but it's also likely that the idea of a monster that can look like anyone might have been a little too touchy in 1951, in the midst of the the Hollywood Blacklists. That said, the Hawks/Nyby Thing is still interestingly weird. Thought went into this creature, not in the sense that it's biologically air-tight or even plausible but in the sense that it perfectly strides the line between cheesy and creepy. The constant speculation and hypothesizing about that nature of the beast gives the film a mild creep factor that is enhanced by the fact that we don't really see that much of the Thing until the end. We know that it is basically humanoid but that's about it. Of course that is a very wise strategy considering that the final reveal of Thing is a little disappointing.

The Thing From Another World is a fun film, full of enough gee-goolies to bring out the 10-year-old in anyone and it's got at least one great jump-scare but a remake is still understandable. It's easy to see how, with the right director, this material can be tweaked to make a truly terrifying picture that works as something more than a genre picture, something that, to quote the film, truly makes you watch the skies in fear.

Which brings us to John Carpenter's 1982 remake titled simply The Thing. By the time Carpenter started work on the film he had already established himself as an important, bankable director. Why do a remake at this point? Well, Carpenter was a fan of the original film, but was also a fan of the original short story, which the Hawks/Nyby team had largely reconfigured to fit their sensibilities and the technology of the time. But fidelity alone is not enough to justify an adaptation. Anyone can follow the source exactly. For example: Zack Snyder essentially took himself out of the equation on his adaptation of Frank Miller's comic 300 by following the graphic novel word for word, panel for panel, too in love with the material to fully filter it through his own mind and make his own film. Something that Carpenter is willing and able to do with his version of The Thing. The result is a film that is not only faithful to the short story but also feels like it could have only been made by John Carpenter.

Right from the opening scenes it's clear that Carpenter and screenwriter Bill Lancaster (Bad News Bares) have more on their minds than Hawks and Nyby. The film is a series of questions, many of which are never answered. The film opens with Norwegian scientists hunting a dog via helicopter. The scientists chase the dog to an American outpost. They try and warn the scientists there to stay away from the dog, but get themselves killed before they can get the message across. This leaves the Americans to wonder why in the hell a bunch of scientists would be trying to kill a dog? Did they go nuts or is something more sinister going on?

Two of the Americans, Cooper (Richard Dysart) and MacReady (Kurt Russell) check out the Norwegian camp. The place looks like it's been firebombed. The bodies they find look like murders or suicides. But then there's the other body. The thing doesn't look right, doesn't look human. "Is that a man in there?" Cooper asks. They bring it back to base and have the camp surgeon, Blair (Wilford Brimley), do an autopsy, revealing that despite the heavy deformities the body has a perfectly normal set of human organs.

Meanwhile there's that dog they rescued from the Norwegians. He's a strange mutt. He looks catatonic and rigid. It turns out that the dog is not really a dog, and the body isn't really human. They're Things; alien creatures that can flawlessly replace any life form they touch. By the time the Americans find out, it's too late; some of them are still human but some aren't. 

Isolation is a bigger theme this time around. We never see anything outside of the base. The radio is even less functional here before being destroyed altogether. The exteriors feel a lot colder, and the interiors are dank and claustrophobic, no forgetting where you are in this version. Cabin fever really sets in. 

 The whole business with the Norwegian camp is an invention of the Carpenter film, but it's a great device. It allows Carpenter to slowly develop the film as he introduces the characters and plants images that he'll come back to later in the film. It's also a great piece of misdirection. The film looks like it's a mystery centered on what happened to the Norwegian camp, but the real mystery has much more immediate stakes. Also, finding the creature among the corpses of it's previous victims is just a lot more atmospheric than what appears in the short story or the Hawks/Nyby version

Another choice that Carpenter makes is in his characterization. Like the Hawks/Nyby version, Carpenter has a large group of people populating the base but they're not separated along the ideological lines of "military might" vs. "scientific curiosity." Carpenter's crew are more diverse than that. Some of them are scientists of varying fields, some might be ex-military, some are blue collar schmoes. As a result they feel less like abstract archetypes and more like real people and this makes their eventual conflict more believable. Unlike the original, no one is concerned with studying or making peace with the Things. The creatures are too gruesome and horrifying to inspire any empathy.

The portrayal of the creatures is an interesting choice. We see a lot of them here, that seems to break the so-called "Jaws Rule" which states the more you show of a monster, the less scary it is. But Carpenter gets away with it because he's mixing different kinds of horror. He has the gooey creature effects, but he also has long stretches where the things go unseen as the heroes try and figure out who is human, and who is a thing. There is the famous scene where MacReady thinks he finally has a way to delineate man from thing via blood test that shows how Carpenter builds up the psychological tension and then gives it a wondrously icky payoff.

If John Carpenter’s Thing was an example of an exceptional, well justified remake, than the 2011 re-remake by first timer Matthijs Van Heijngen Jr, is an example of a remake that has very little to offer.

Technically speaking, The Thing 2011 is not a remake, but a prequel (though they still titled it as if it were a remake). This immediately gets the film into trouble. What made Carpenters version work was that it was its own beast. It didn’t try to be anything like the Hawks/Nyby version, nor was it afraid to deviate from its literary source. It was a case of a young director taking per-existing material and putting his own, indelible stamp on it. In the process, Carpenter made his third classic film (after “Halloween” and “Escape From New York”). By choosing to set his film in the same universe as the '82 film, chronicling the events at the Norwegian camp before the Thing escaped and made it’s way across the Antarctic tundra to trouble Kurt Russell and his friends, Heijengen limits its potential, shooting himself in the foot right out of the gate.
There's another conceptual problem: the whole point of the Norwegian camp affair in the ’82 Thing was to foreshadow what was about to happen to the American camp. For those who saw the original, there's no extra mystery added by switching camps and screenwriter Eric Heisserer (Final Destination 5), don't do much do exceed those rock bottom expectations. Yet again, an Antarctic research camp finds a flying saucer trapped in the ice. Yet again, the scientists find a passenger entrapped in a block of ice and bring it back to base only to see it thaw (this time it explodes out of the ice) and wreak havoc by imitating people. At this point it should be very clear that although this film is technically a prequel, it follows more than enough of the basic plot points to qualify as a stealth remake. 
 
But even from this compromised position, I'd like to think that a film can still recover. A good director, a good screenwriter can still make a worthwhile film. Unfortunately a series of poor choices Heijngen makes shows that he is poorly qualified to follow John Carpenter and Howard Hawks.

Firstly, while Carpenter populated his film with well defined characters, Heijngen populates his with monster food. Many times I found myself wondering who these people were and whether I should care about any of them. Second, in the Carpenter version, the monsters where intelligent. Only attacking when they had selected a good target or they backed into a corner. They bided their time, and were more chilling for it. In Heijngen’s version the things attacked whenever the screenplay was getting dull, which was quite frequently.

The monsters themselves looked good. I suspect that some of these designs could be made into popular action figures. However, the physicality of the monster has never been the scariest element in these films and in this new version the things are gooey for sure, but never was I scared of them. They are shown too often and too clearly. The film often feels like a run-of-the-mill slasher film with anonymous people hiding in the shadows, getting picked off one by one.

Adding to the films generic qualities are the unnecessarily, ubiquitous camera shakes, and a laughable musical score by Marco Beltrami. As the film goes on, it becomes more and more about connecting the dots between it an the original (incorrectly I might add) than telling its own story. The climax of the film takes place inside the flying saucer. The one location in the Thing universe even less in need of further investigation than the Norwegian camp.

The film wasn't all bad. There where some clever details. Like the idea that the things can't replicate non-organic matter. It's a reasonable idea that might help answer lingering questions from the '82 film. It pays off well in a scene involving tooth fillings. Also, it was interesting to see a female lead in this material and Mary Elizabeth Winstead (Scott Pilgrim vs. The World) was fine casting. That said, because the film is set in 1982, you might expect sexual politics to play some role in the film, but they don’t. Also, more could have been done with the fact that this group of scientists where a multi-national crew. It could have been the American's vs. the Norwegian's vs. the Thing. But this film is full of stuff that could have been good had the filmmakers made the choice to pursue them instead of making a cookie-cutter monster mash.

So there we have it. This film has been made three times now. The material has inspired countless other films from Alien to Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The material can work or not work. The versions that do work, work because their directors made intelligent choices in how to execute that material.  

“The Thing From Another World” B+
“The Thing” (1982) A
“The Thing” (2011) C


NOTE: If you'd like to know more about John Carpenter as a director and his version of  "The Thing,"check out this excellent review by Max O'Connell, over at our sister blog "The Film Temple"