Showing posts with label werewolves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label werewolves. Show all posts

Monday, October 18, 2021

POBB October 16, 2021

Pick of the Brown Bag
October 16, 2021
by
Ray Tate

Welcome to the Pick of the Brown Bag, in this blog I usually review comic books and graphic novels.  Occasionally though, I look at the movies, and it's with great urgency that I implore you to see the wonder that is Wolfcop and its sequel Another Wolfcop.

Both available on spectacular blu-rays filled with informative extras, these Canadian productions should be treasured by every old-school fan of monster movies.  Both films use practical effects, and the actors portray the monsters.  What's more, the results look just as good if not better than the blu-ray cover art.


I know! When has that ever happened before?

The first story presents the origin of Wolfcop.  


Meet the bottom rung of Woodhaven's constabulary Lou Garou.  Yeah, baby, it's on.  He's an alcoholic low-achiever.  In subsequent scenes we discover why.  Turns out Lou survived the loss of his mother and father.  The latter in an infamous Woodhaven crime.

Upon investigating what he thinks will be kid mischief in the woods, Lou finds himself abducted by cultists and turned into a werewolf.  Nah.  That's not much of a spoiler.  Trust me.  

Lou isn't like other werewolves from cinema.  He doesn't lose himself to the beast.  He doesn't turn on his friends or colleagues, nor does he feel tortured and doomed.  He's a wolf, yes, but he's also a cop, and he's on patrol.


This utterly brilliant movie, which is also a helluva lot of fun, goes all the way back to original werewolf lore.  

The idea of being turned through a bite, is a Hollywood invention.  

It's the bid of the writer to sell a more rational explanation.  That lycanthropy is an infectious disease transmitted through the saliva of the werewolf.

In olden times, a man becomes a wolf through a pact with Satan.  He also henceforth wears the skin of a man, torn apart by the beast, a prosthetic wonderland exploited to Grand Guignol and grand comedic levels in Wolfcop and its sequel.

The filmmakers tweak the fable.  Though no bite necessary, Satan may or may not be behind the transformation.  The twist sets up a surprisingly sensible finale.  The explanation for the Wolfcop could have worked in a straight-up horror feature.

Before the curtains draw close we revel in Wolfcop as a creature and cop, his predilection for slashing and gashing scared shitless bad guys.  Lou's attempts to try to come to grips with his new alter-ego by consulting his out there friend Willie Higgins.  


Actors Leo Fafard, Amy Matysio, Jonathan Cherry, Sarah Lind, Corinne Conley and Aiden Devine all level out with superb performances that also engorge on the humor of the concept.  Because everybody plays their role with dramatic intent as opposed to stand-up, the movie works a million times better had it just been a joke-fest.  


As does the sequel Another Wolfcop.  The leads reprise their roles, but things have changed in Woodhaven.  Stalwart, professional, partner  and friend to Lou Garou Tina (Matysio) is now the Chief.  Deservedly so.


She hired some new recruits, and she's doing her best to tamp down the idea that there's a Wolfcop on the force.

Alas, a bloody opening set piece in which Wolfcop takes more than names demonstrates how difficult that want can be.  Fortunately the filmmakers argue that these miscreants portrayed by some famous cult film faces deserved it.  We can therefore enjoy this cool, comical gore fest.

Wolfcop cleans up the streets of Woodhaven.  Amy and Wolfcop's alter-ego Lou clean up after Wolfcop.  

A new face arrives at Woodhaven with the promise of a new industry and jobs for one and all.


For those who watch The Murdoch Mysteries, your eyes do not deceive you.  Yannick Bisson, Detective William Murdoch himself, manifests the new evil facing Wolfcop.  Bisson states in the extras on the disc how much he enjoyed being the bad guy for a change.  

The baddie and Wolfcop quickly butt heads; their fight however is refreshingly impersonal.  Wolfcop is just in his way.  His money and resources engineer some things that actually spell trouble for our hirsute hero, and this gives the filmmakers an opportunity to introduce another new character.


Willie's sister Kat Higgins is a healer, and it's she that finds an original, subversive and clever means to get around the need for moonlight to instigate Lou's change and his healing.  Revived, Wolfcop quickly heads toward a memorable showdown on ice, but brothers and sisters this isn't the Ice Capades.

Once again, the filmmakers go all out on the scripting and the actors keep the giggles to themselves.  The special effects, all practical, match the quality of those from the original.  A real surprise comes in the judicious use of an even older art form.  In the end the quality and dedication of the actors and filmmakers continue to be the series' greatest asset.  Let's hope there's Still Another Wolfcop in the wings.

Monday, October 17, 2016

POBB October 12, 2016

Pick of the Brown Bag
October 12, 2016
by
Ray Tate

The Pick of the Brown Bag, a weekly comic book review blog, examines the merits of Deathstroke, Red Hood and the Outlaws, The Shield, Southern Cross and Wynonna Earp but first a look at James Franco's remake of Mother, May I Sleep With Danger.


Mother, May I Sleep With Danger is a fairly solid B-Movie focusing on vampires.  That wasn't the original's premise.  James Franco only agreed to remake this potboiler story if given free rein, and Franco decided that this must be a story about a lesbian vampire, one of the kindest in the genre, and the human she falls in love with.  

Leila George

In that respect, Pearl, the vampire, differs strongly from the first lesbian vampire Carmilla.  Carmilla was a predator of women, who does fall in love with a human but nevertheless intends to kill her.  


Emily Meade

Not so Pearl who though accepting her vampiric existence does not particularly like it.  Having the human Leah in love with her allows her to fight to keep her own humanity, but Leah isn't a means to an ends.  Nor is Pearl obsessed with Leah.  Director Franco also rewrote the story, and he cleverly introduces another character that demonstrates the difference.  


The two lead actresses successfully convey the overwhelming, intense power of love.  Other vampires in Franco's story are zombie or traditionally witch like, creatures who prey upon humans.  They have given up their previous lives readily and willingly.  Pearl is different, but they give her an ultimatum.  Turn Leah, or they will.


Direction and writing is smart.  Furthermore Mother May I Sleep With Danger benefits from being mostly free of padding.  Although the film was made for Lifetime, it stands out for being gory--though not in the sense of torture porn--and sensual.  

Fans of the genre will spot several moments that exemplify Franco's study of vampire cinema, and it's very clear that he didn't just look at mainstream vampire films.  You can see that Franco examined Jess Franco's work and some of the more visceral seventies flicks.  At the same time, James Franco and screenwriter Amber Coney says something with this little horror movie.  Franco’s not just demonstrating his own skills.  He and Coney address things like rape, otherness, acceptance and of course love.


So, Deathstroke.  Anybody that regularly reads the Pick of the Brown Bag knows I don't normally purchase Deathstroke.  I don't particularly care about the character.  Batman’s guest appearance explains why I selected this title.


Deathstroke has a weird history.  Marv Wolfman and George Perez created Slade Wilson alias Deathstroke for The New Teen Titans.


In the Teen Titans Deathstroke was a normal guy who became a killer of animals then a killer of men.  This origin of course dates back to that old whack job Count Zaroff from The Most Dangerous Game, maybe even earlier if you count Sebastian Moran from Sherlock Holmes.  Deathstroke is actually a villainous knockoff of Paul Kirk the second Manhunter.


Right down to a healing factor that predates Wolverine’s mutant power.  Slade achieved these abilities through military experimentation.  Translated in New 52 as Team 7.


Originally,  Deathstroke became the main Teen Titans foe because the organization known as Hive used his son Grant in an attempt to kill the Titans.  That’s him in blue up there.  Grant could be hyperkinetic like his father, but at the cost of artificial aging.  So, Grant, already a loser, lickety-split paved the way for the sexier, more successful second Ravager, Deathstroke’s daughter, Rose.


A funny thing happened after the Crisis on Infinite Earths, Deathstroke became a semi good guy.   


Deathstroke’s main claim to fame was to kill Gar Logan, Changeling nee Beast Boy.  Events in the Crisis erased that moment.  So only Deathstroke’s introduction was valid, and since at the end of the story, Deathstroke could have simply accepted responsibility, blame Hive and leave the Titans alone, he did this time around.  


Deathstroke in all comic book craziness became a loyal Titan ally and cognizant of Batman's secret identity through his knowledge of Nightwing's alter-ego.

So it's the new 52.  Slade Wilson made his return in Team 7 and tried to briefly assassinate Batman in Dark Knight, but Rebirth Deathstroke is similar to the post-Crisis Deathstroke.  With his daughter Rose, introduced some time at the cusp of the new 52, in tow Slade, makes his way to Gotham City in Christopher Priest's typical episodic narrative.


This isn't a bad story for Deathstroke, and it neatly balances the idea of his being an arch assassin and an occasional protagonist.  He's not exactly an anti-hero because of the presence of Rose, his association with the Black Canary and the fact that he hasn't actually committed any unforgivable crimes against the hero world.  He may have fought Superman before he died, but honestly.  It's Superman.

The reason for the foray becomes apparent, and Priest's version of Batman through Deathstroke's point of view is better than the lion's share of Batman characterization from the post-Crisis.  His Batman fits snugly with the more effective and more empathic Batman of the new 52.  Deathstroke fans will buy this book no matter what, but Batman fans shouldn't pass it up.  Especially if you’re avoiding the siege of the Monster Men.


In Red Hood and the Outlaws, Jason Todd went undercover in Black Mask's gang.  Tasked with recovering a secret weapon, Jason encountered the Amazon Artemis and discovered the weapon was in fact a Superman clone discarded or stolen from Lex Luthor.


Scott Lobdell has made the various Red Hood series remarkably entertaining.  Turning Jason into a low-rent Nightwing but with the training of Batman.  Reveling in his fallibility, and transforming him into an almost private investigator and almost hardboiled.  


The rampant comedy that Lobdell imbues to the title mostly eliminates any meandering melodrama that signified Jason's impending doom back in the nineties.  Red Hood and the Outlaws can still be serious or sweet, but mostly this is the Blackadder of DC comics.  This issue is no different.


I wish I could say the same thing about The Shield.  After two  fantastic debut issues, this third just confused the hell out of me.  Why does the enemy of the Revolution create The Shield?  


To quote “Robot of Sherwood Forest:”


“Why would we create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea.” 


“Yes! Yes, it would. Wouldn't it? Yes, that would be a rubbish idea.”

The only way I see The Shield making any sense is if it turns out that the mystery lady with her face covered is actually the Shield time-traveled.  She tricked the ancestor of Walter Chase into imbuing her past self with immortality to preserve her life, not to mention history.  That supposition however is likely wishful thinking, and we’re stuck with some nonsense about the Shield horrible looking in black tracking Russian bikers.  Seriously.  WTF.


Wynonna Earp on the other hand is a stand-alone issue where Wynonna plies her trade as a U.S. Marshall, Black Badge division.  Writer/Creator Beau Smith drops himself into the adventure ala Hitchcock.

With the exquisite art of Chris Evanhuis, Smith builds on the mythology of the Black Badges, straight from the U.S. Marshall playbook.  They’re just as involved in Witness Protection.  Only they happen to be dealing with werewolves.


Smith’s story ties into the overall background of the Wynonna Earp comic book series.  The idea of the monsters using modern tools to commit crimes.  In addition, Smith conceives of some brilliant updates to lycanthropy lore and for television fans, he introduces a popular cast member of the television series to the cast of his book.  Thus drawing Wynonna Earp even closer to Justified and Raylin.  


As always, I’ll be honest.  For the first few pages, Southern Cross wasn’t wowing me.  The summary was necessary, I suppose, but the story just wasn’t moving.  Quite suddenly, in a superbly staged awesome instance, writer Becky Cloonan with her artistic partners Andy Bellanger and Lee Louridge tie together both volumes of Southern Cross.  From that jump start, Cloonan and company leads the reader to internal conflict aboard the Titan rig,   They demonstrate the future’s method for dealing with a working man’s fear and drop another bomb for the cliffhanger.