Friday, October 7, 2011

Film #78: Sorry, Wrong Number (1948)

The most notorious instance of crossed phone lines happened in 1985, when President Ronald Reagan picked up the phone to order some pink-frosted cupcakes to fix his “girl-time sads” and instead overheard Mikhail Gorbachev telling Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini that Reagan was an mouth-breathing “fart head” and his wife was a “moldy skeleton.”

Nuclear war was averted after Nancy Reagan calmed down the president with a well-rehearsed “anti-missile” striptease… but still, it was close.

In other words, the phone is a dangerous machine. No one knows that better than Leona Stevenson, the heroine/foil in this week’s stop in horror history, “Sorry, Wrong Number.”



The heir to a pharmaceutical company fortune created by her daddy, mega-rich “Cough-Drop Queen” Leona Stevenson (Barbara Stanwyck) seems to have it all. A huge house, stacks of money, an attractive husband, and a crystal cigarette lighter. She does have it all, well, everything but love and companionship.
Oh, and a good heart. We don’t mean that metaphorically. Seems her’s is nearly ticked out, making her a bed ridden invalid.


Though residing in Chicago, Leona and her husband Henry Stevenson (Burt Lancaster) take a long-term visit to New York City. Henry has some business to take care of there at the pharmaceutical company side office.

One night while all alone in her luxury townhouse, Leona tries to make a phone call to Henry at his office. The phone is Leona’s only connection to society, since she is typically trapped on the top floor of their Manhattan digs.
Henry was supposed to be home hours ago, but is nowhere to be found, leaving sick-old Leona alone and frightened.

Instead of reaching Henry, crossed phone lines tap Leona into a conversation between two gruff sounding blokes. What she overhears nearly stops her faintly beating heart. The men describe in detail a murder they are to commit that night.
It’ll be near 2nd Avenue, they wait for the private patrolman to step away for a break, and right when the train goes by they will attack the woman, whose screams will be drowned out by train’s whistle.


Frantic, Leona calls the police, who say there is too little information to prevent the murder. That, and, eh, this is New York lady, murders happen every day. Take a number!

While trying to track down her husband to come and comfort her, Leona has conversations with several people that offer pieces of information about where her husband might be. The problem, the pieces seem to point to the fact that the murder conversation may have been about her!
Seeeee, Leona doesn’t make many friends. Her life motto is: “If you want something, get it now.” That’s not playing nice.


When Henry and Leona first meet at an ivy-league school dance, Henry was just a small-town, uneducated nobody from the sticks. But he had a nice ass, and better yet Leona’s best friend was in love with him. I must have him, Leona demanded. And whatever Leona wants, Leona gets.

Throwing a life of wealth and the promise of a c-suite job at her father’s pharmaceutical company at Henry, Leona brainwashes him into marrying her. But he soon finds that being a kept man by the ever demanding and cruel Leona – who holds all the purse strings – is actually worse than being poor.


Sooo, for those keeping score at home, here is the tally. Leona’s best friend hates her for stealing her man. Leona’s husband hates her for being a controlling tight-wadded bitch. And nearly everyone else she has every come in contact with also hates her for the latter reason.
You are surprised someone might be trying to kill you!?


Is Leona just over exaggerating, or is a killer really coming for her broken ass?
Can she track down her missing husband in time to be saved?
If a tree falls in the woods, and no one’s around, does it make a sound?
Find out, in the 1948 telecommunications nightmare “Sorry, Wrong Number.”



RDHP Ratings and Reviews

C-Rating: 2.3
Chris Dimick rings:
“This film is a lot like dialing the wrong number. You go into the call with excitement, thinking you will soon be interacting with someone pleasant.
But that quickly turns to confusion when the mysterious party picks up the phone, and you frantically try to figure out just what went wrong.

This turns to verbal sparring with the perturbed, disturbed person on the other end.
“Hi, is a good movie there?...Oh, wait, but you are a movie, right?... No, I’m looking for a good movie, one with the usually great actors Barbara Stanwyck and Burt Lancaster?...Well, what number is this?”

From confusion you move into panic (how will I converse with a good movie now!) to misplaced anger. “What do you mean a good movie isn’t there?! I’m sure it is not my fault! I didn’t misdial… this is supposed to be a classic!” At the end of it you just feel annoyed, a little guilty, and definitely like you just wasted previous moments of your life.


RDHP faithful reader Jim told Nick and I before our viewing that the story for “Sorry, Wrong Number” was originally a radio play… a much shorter radio play. And I would imagine a much BETTER radio play. The premise is spooky and interesting enough – a despised invalid woman intercepts a phone call that could be connected to her own murder.

But where the movie fails is when it draws out the “why” Leona might meet the wrong end of a piano wire. The scenes of her meeting Henry as well as Henry's decent into mad frustration over his controlling wife were painfully slow and drawn out. I once had to literary wake Nick up at one point; it was that booooooooooooring at parts.

Because the movie depicted drug trafficking, it got this warning. Damn censorship!


Another flaw to the film is the viewer can pretty much see the ending a mile away. That might not have been the case in the trusting 1940s, but in 2011 a fella watching a horror/suspense movie pretty much knows what to expect when an invalid intercepts a conversation about murder.

What saves the film from total trash is the excellent snippy acting of Barbara Stanwyck as the frazzled cough drop queen. Stanwyck was nominated for Best Actress in the 1949 Academy Awards for her portrayal – a well deserved honor.
She is cold, quick witted, biting and the most beautiful invalid ever put on film. Lancaster is also great as the redneck turned rich husband with dreams of growing a set of balls. Even while wearing the best suits, he still shows the roots of his past in flashes of hick conversation and rough-guy mannerisms.

Agnes Moorehead in Sorry, Wrong Number radio edition






















Acting aside, this one just doesn’t hold up to 2011 standards. Listen to the radio play instead… the best adaptation of which originally aired on the Suspense radio program on May 25, 1943, and was essentially a one-woman show with Agnes Moorehead as Mrs. Stevenson. (It must have been good; the play was reprised seven times, each starring Moorehead).

Sorry, Wrong Number… I wish I never called.”



















N-Rating: 0.4
Nick Rich rings:
“I fell asleep to this film.

ZZZZZzzzzzz....

As a committed partner here at the RDHP I handle our viewing with integrity, care and caffeine (if needed). Sure there have been more than a few films that have caused my eyelids to feel heavier than a child's conscience the first time they lie to their parents, but when time-traveling through cinematic history what does one expect? You have to figure there will be a few flicks that will test your Sandman skirting skills!

Enter Sandman!

Until this viewing I had fended of the sleuth of slumber time and time again (narrowly at times, but successfully nonetheless!). I knew Sorry, Wrong Number would probably be a tough case, so I took the proper precaution and made a caffeinated beverage (which is especially effective in my case as I rarely partake) before settling in for the viewing. I was flying high, the world couldn't touch me! I felt as if I could run for at least 200 feet! Then about twenty minutes into the film I lost the 'energy' which was promised me by my cocoa frappuccino and spent the rest of the viewing (which was an hour, but felt like three) trying to avoid my head from bobbing more than a cork in a Kentucky stream during spawning season.

One minute you're up - the next down.

'Nick are you asleep?'

I snapped my head up and tried to feign alertness.

'Yeah, of course.'

How long had I been under? It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds... or could it? 
Is the resolution on the webcam high enough that Chris could tell I had nodded off? Why didn't I get Chris a cheaper one for his wedding?!?

There was no denying it. I had fallen asleep. ASLEEP!
I hadn't felt as guilty about falling asleep during a film since 1997 when I attended a late-night showing of Return of the Jedi with a super-fan after an extremely long day at work in the bowels of a hospital kitchen.

I still have nightmare about what I may have missed Lando do on the big screen.

Thanks Sorry, Wrong Number, you've really made an impact on my life. Next time call collect so I can refuse to accept the charges.

The Skinny: Check this flick out if you're in the mood to take an exotic trip to dream land or if you want to tarnish your film watching record.”




Things We Learned From Sorry, Wrong Number:
-Like a cable modem, people used to rent phones from the phone company.
-The phone links millions of lives.
-You can shake words out of a phone.
-Pills make it all better.
-Education is pointless if you want to make money.
-“Oh, Applesauce” is how old ladies curse.
-A way to brush off a question in the ‘40s was to say “oh, what does that have to do with the price of eggs?!”
-There is something called a cardiac-neurotic.
-China owns the US.
-But the US has more nukes:


















RDHP Presents:
Famous Phone Calls
The telephone is one of the most important and annoying inventions of our lifetime, right up there with the Guttenberg press and the McGriddle (the syrup is inside the pancake bun!)
Since its formal invention in 1876 there have been many famous conversations held with the device. Below, we honor the top five phone calls ever made.

Alexander Graham Bell Professing His Love for Watson
What else did you think the first words said over a phone, “Watson, come here! I want you!” meant?






















Bart Simpson Pranking Moe’s Tavern
If he does it again, Moe’s going to use his head as a bucket and paint his house with Bart’s brains.




Nixon Calls Apollo 11 Astronauts on the Moon
The first thing he said to them: “Make sure you load up on that yummy cheese, boys! Them’s good eatin’!”






















Cameron Fry’s Phony Phone Call to Edward Rooney
Even though Rooney “could squash his nuts into an oblivion,” Ferris Bueller’s best friend Cameron still went through with the call that would free lovely Sloan from the torture of high school. Call him sir, god-dammit!




ET Phones Home
One of the first cell phone calls recorded on film.




Monday, October 3, 2011

Film #77: The Thing (1982)

Fox Mulder was right! Trust no one.
Your wife brings you a plate of spaghetti for dinner? Throw it on the floor and scream in her face; she’s an alien trying to poison you.
Your boss pats you on the back for finalizing the Big Johnson Deal. Break his hand and Jujitsu-chop his neck. Obviously, he was trying to turn you alien.
That guy in the mirror who keeps copying your every move? Duhhhh… AN ALIEN!

Well, on second thought, we might not have much to fear from loved-ones-turned-alien-lookalikes. Yet. But we also are not Kurt Russell (sadly). Paranoia is that man’s best friend in this week’s flick, “The Thing.” Kurt is waist deep in alien imposters trying to take over the world.

Our movie begins with a homage to Sarah Palin’s favorite pastime – shooting wolves from a helicopter. Those crazy Norwegians stationed in the icy throes of Antarctica have gone loco, and chased a dog by whirlybird to the nearby US Antarctica Research Program base.
After shooting and swearing didn’t stop the rogue mutt, the Norwegians turn to grenades and human murder! What could go wrong! Well, a lot.
They end up either blown-up or shot by the Americans, who are left to wonder just why they were hunting down that dog in the first place.


Kurt Russell plays RJ MacReady, the bases helicopter pilot who hates drama as much as he loves bourbon. MacReady and his fellow base-mates decide it’d be best to go over the Norwegian base and see what up with their “biznas.”
When they arrive, they find their base in frozen shambles, along with a grisly scene of bloody mass murder and mayhem. What caused it? Too much Netherlandian death metal maybe?

The answer is contained in the base’s logs, a few videos and a twisted, mutated corpse found half burned near the base. Seems those clever Norwegians stumbled upon a centuries old space ship buried in the ice. They dug it up, melted down one of the alien corpses, and surprise! The alien was alive!

Not only that, but this feisty alien has the ability to absorb and imitate any living creature on earth, including humans! Why were they chasing that dog? It was the changed alien, who is now sitting right in the middle of the US camp! Shitttttttttttttttttttttttt!
This realization doesn’t sit too well for MacReady and his fellow chum(p)s, and the fact that the US base can’t contact anyone over the radio for help doesn’t, well, help things.

“It” starts with the finger pointing – YOU must be the alien! That quickly devolves into scheming and murder. MacReady is put in charge to sort out the mess. Good thinking, he is Kurt Russell after all. But Kurt don’t like no drama, and ladies and gentlemen, what goes down at US Antarctica Research Base is more drama than a drag show dressing room.

Will MacReady weed out the human imposter aliens?
Can the aliens take over the world one absorption at a time?
Is there a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
Find out, in director John Carpenter’s legendary sci-fi/horror remake, 1982’s “The Thing.”



RDHP Ratings and Reviews

C-Rating: 5.0
Chris Dimick mutates:
“This movie is perfect horror. Though not John Carpenter’s most remembered work, it is right up there with some of the horror-master’s finest. A perfect horror movie must “bring-it” in five key areas. Listed below, those areas, and how Carpenter bought it in each:









Scary setting: Haunted houses are a frequent setting for horror films, but they always fail eventually for one simple fact; you can always open the door and run out. But The Thing is set in the most remote place on earth, the middle of Antarctica.
The nearest help was the Norwegian base, and that has already been destroyed by the alien. With the radio equipment non-functional, and the -40 degree weather preventing outdoor maneuvering, the fellas in The Thing had nowhere to run or hide from the monster. Much like “Alien” where space was the captor, here harsh nature is beautifully employed as captor, killer, and manipulator.









A Great Villain: Nothing ruins a monster movie faster than a lame looking rubber monster. Carpenter knew this, and pulled out all the stops to create one of the most disguising, creepy and original monsters in horror history.
With the killer alien being able to replicate any living thing, the cabin fever tension was heated to a boil. But Carpenter didn’t stop there. When the monster shows its true self is when the real horror begins. Slimy and putrid, the monster is a mass of ripping tissue that was part spider, part slug, and all grotesque.
The Thing was crafty in human form, and insanely gross in natural form. It also couldn’t be killed, as each drop of blood was another alien life form. Original and vomit-inducing. Brilliant.







Eye-popping effects: While some of the gore shots, like the doctor having his (obviously cardboard) hands bitten off, didn’t hold up to modern standards, for the most part the effects in this film are still amazing to viddy. Any imperfections enhanced by the sands of time can be forgiven due to other scenes that have never been matched in both their horror and visceral beauty.
For example, as a mutating human comes apart, Kurt Russell torches The Things body to ashes. But the head crawls away, eventually sprouting spider legs, with an upside down human face, and scurries away. Nick and I both smiled with sickness. It was unsettling, but so amazing to look at, that we couldn’t help but grin.









Realistic acting: Another typical downfall of the horror movie; actors who can scream and stab, but not act. The Thing’s performances were not award material, but they were note-perfect for the situation. A lot of tense looks, swearing, running, screaming, and fighting. Everyone, especially Russell, were at the top of their game.
And that is saying something with the character Dr. Blair, who’s played by film and TV legend Wilford Brimley. The tension building interaction between the cast heightened the sense of fear and dread Carpenter wanted to convey to the audience.












Unique ending: Of course I can’t openly discuss the ending of the film due to my “no-spoiler” clause. But good horror movies should have an ending that the viewer doesn’t see coming, or at least leaves them with strange feelings inside.
An ending that makes one think. The Thing does this, and freezes one’s gut in the process. At the end of the movie, you don’t know if you should laugh, cry, cheer, or puke from the number of disgusting things and foreign emotions you just experienced. I say, try them all and see what fits.


Add in Carpenter’s fittingly sparse and empty score, ample use of a flame thrower, and Kurt Russell’s character’s insane hat, and The Thing is easily one of the few perfect horror movies from the last 90 years of horror. It earned its 5.0.
Grab a friend and watch this classic (again). That IS your friend and not an alien imposter, right. Right? RIGHT!”




N-Rating: 4.7
Nick Rich mutates:
“I should have seen this one coming. (Really, I should have, as Chris and I had both seen The Thing before.) We both knew going into this one that we would be in for a nice, warm visit with a old horror friend from the get-go.

Hot time, winter in the city!





And what's wrong with that? To be perfectly frank, as we've neared the end of our time-traveling horror rainbow the pickings have gotten a little slim... and while Mother Abigail's father always said 'it's a whole tougher when there's none!' I've still been left hungering for a good helping of horror - and The Thing delivered that is spades (or flamethrowers if you prefer). It even threw in an awesome hat for good measure!

You may not be as cool as Kurt when you wear it,
but you too can own one!

As Chris mentioned, The Thing had it all: location, villain, premise... all of which mixed nicely and settled just right on the cerebral cortex to create an outstanding order of horror! As I mentioned to Chris during the viewing, one of the things I love about this film is that it embodies the spirit of a zombie film - without the zombies. One of my favorite elements of a zombie film is the isolation you get to experience with the characters... feeling alone in the world due to these horrible circumstances, and how you deal with that situation (and others). In a unique twist, The Thing begins with a cast of characters who are already in that mindset due to the nature of their vocation. Trapped, for all intents and purposes, in a frozen wasteland far from home with a bunch of people you haven't chosen to be with but are stuck with. It is a dark and lonely place to start a tale of horror, one that pays off tremendously (as this film showed).



Now due to our prior viewings of it, and our extremely high marks, it may seem like the deck was stacked in favor of The Thing going into this viewing. If anyone thinks our rating were a bit unfair in the grand scheme of the project, I challenge you: watch The Thing. If after a viewing of this film you don't agree with our assessments, I may just have to torch you, as you'll have effectively proven yourself to be an impostor!

Often imitated, never duplicated.

The Skinny: Check this flick out if you're breathing and over they age of 12... or if you've ever romanticized living in a remote location.”




Things We Learned from The Thing:
-Nick and Chris would burn the other if they became infected with alien.
-The Boom Box: annoying white people since 1970.
-Netflix makes bad business decisions.
-Chess Wizard doesn’t like to drink.
-Aliens are just “voodoo bullshit.”
-Don’t ever order your alien medium-rare.
-Aliens taught the Incas everything they know.
-Always play the odds.
-Even in the 80s, Universal Studios still had it in horror.
-Aliens burn real good.
-Remakes really can be better than their original.
-Norwegians are cat people:





Quote of the Viewing:
[Actor Wilford Brimley, a notorious diabetes care spokesman in his later years, walks onto the screen]
Nick: [In old man voice] “’I want to talk about your diabetes.’”
Chris: [Laughs]
Nick: “I knew one of us was going to say it eventually. Just wanted to get it out of the way so we could enjoy the film."




RDHP Presents:
IF YOU HAVE BEARD...
YOU MIGHT BE AN ALIEN!
Paranoia runs rampant not just in the tundra, but in space too as evident from this "The State" sketch.

The Bearded Men of Space Station 11 - The State from Sebastián Hoch on Vimeo.











RDHP Honors:
Kurt Russell, American Badass
Does anyone kick more hinny than Kurt Russell? Women want him, and men want to be him. As the alien fighter in this flick, Kurt was a damn fun hero to root for. His other dude-friendly films like Escape from New York,  Big Trouble in Little China, Death Proof, and the western Tombstone cemented Kurt as a true American Badass (we will forgive the romantic comedies like “Overboard”)
Below, we salute Mr. Kurt Russell, a man’s man when he’s not with a lady.

As Stunt Man Mike in Death Proof




As Wyatt Earp in Tombstone



In Stargate a Col. Jack O'Neil




As Sake Plissken in Escape from New York




As Stephen "Bull" McCaffrey in Backdraft




As Dean Proffett in Overboard



As Lt. Gabriel Cash in Tango & Cash


AMERICAN BAD ASS!!!