Wed 29 Oct 2008
Halloween Highway: Rest Stop
Posted by Kurtodrome under DVD Review
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Howdi, stranger. I saw you hiking and decided to pick you up. It gets fairly lonely here on this long road. So buckle up and tour with me for a full week of horror movies.
Our trip begins with Rest Stop, a straight to dvd movie released in 2006. The writer and director is one John Shiban, a name that shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you if you followed the Chris Carter series. He wrote quite a few good X-Files episodes, one Harsh Realm episode and was one of the creative forces behind The Lone Gunmen show. Erm, maybe I should’ve known that last bit before I bought Rest Stop. All I knew was that he was a staff writer for The X-Files and that some of the better episodes were penned (and occasionally directed) by him. I learned something today: if part of someone’s filmography is okay, it isn’t bad to also look at the lesser successful part of the filmography. It shields you from extra disappointment.
The story in short: a young couple stop at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere because the girl needs to go to the restroom. The toilet doors are filled with scary sentences about a killer and everything inside is dirty. When the girl leaves the toilet, her boyfriend and their car have disappeared. Every time she tries to leave the place a truck manages to block her escape. Etc. etc.
Rest Stop isn’t awful, but you couldn’t force me to say it’s good. Not even if you try some of the persuasion methods seen in what’s sadly called “torture porn” movies. Rest Stop starts as a thriller, then opens a can of supernatural elements (not bad if you can show your X-Files pedigree here) before sadly opting for the path of torture porn. Is there really a need to see someone drill holes in parts of the body that don’t need them? If there is no ass-raping sequence in Psycho, it’s not only because Hitchcock wasn’t allowed to include it. It’s because it’s just not necessary to show every gory bit in detail… because sometimes it just hurts the movie.
The moment Rest Stop stops trying to be a supernatural horror movie and starts trying to cash in on the popularity of movies like Saw and Hostel (and their 700 sequels), the carefully built-up premise is thrown out of the window (complete with explosion, of course). Gone is Rest Stop’s sense of atmosphere, now it’s replaced with an attitude of “Look how twisted we dare to be!” Shiban, who was a story editor during season four of The X-Files, should’ve known this. That was the season of “Home” (with freak brothers) and “Unruhe” (where a mad guy tried to lobotomize Scully). Those stories worked because the atmosphere came first and the gore (mainly in “Home”) only came second. What wasn’t shown on screen was filled in by your own imagination. Which is far superior than seeing someone bite off a finger (for no obvious reason).
Speaking of which, it takes a looooong time before you can feel sympathy for Nicole (Jaimie Alexander). Mainly because she decided to flee from her parents with one of the most annoying douchebags you’ve seen in a horror movie. By the time you do feel sympathy for her, the story becomes so incredible it’s impossible to the movie characters any longer as living creatures (because you’re too aware you’re watching a movie). That’s what an overdose of gore does to a viewer.
Yes, like Aja’s abysmal remake of The Hills Have Eyes, Rest Stop gloats in gore so much you see through it. Here is another movie that tries to be scary, is what you come to realize. And none of what follows will still scare you, not even the occasion return to its original form (the atmospheric supernatural thriller). What doesn’t help either is that most of the plot is quite familiar from other movies: a mysterious car blocking your exit, the torture porn, the weird (and deeply religious) family who are in the neighbourhood, the maniac you just can’t kill… stop me if you
haven’t heard those before. And no, I’m not saying Rest Stop should’ve been a horror movie with brand new scares, but I can’t accept its soulless attempt to suck some blood (or money) out of Hollywood’s latest horror franchise. And yes, like all the torture porn movies, there is a Rest Stop 2.
Rest Stop 2 seems fairly impossible after watching the first movie, but they did manage to find a way to make the sequel credible. However, Nicole is no longer played by Jaimie Alexander. Now there’s a smart girl.
I have second feelings about ending this review with the usual score out of 10. Because sadly I can’t say the movie was as awful as I may have made it look now, even if that’s only thanks to a good performance by Jaimie Alexander and to John Shiban’s experience at The X-Files. The man can sure polish a turd. Now, how would you like me to rate the movie? As the excellently polished turd it now is? Or as the turd that’s still smelling underneath the surface? Rationally I should give this 4.5 or 5 out of 10. Emotionally, I want to go for a lower score. You decide.
The idea was penned by Sergio Corbucci, director of a.o. Django and The Great Silence.
DVD Review
Equally sick, be it in a different meaning, is the movie that’s on review today: Django Kill: If you live shoot!, which was called Se sei vivo spara when it was released. I’ve already written about the success of Corbucci’s Django and the stream of ’sequels’ that popped up shortly afterwards.
Captain Swing is the latest offering from Onar Films. The movie is a Turkish adaptation of an Italian comic based on the adventures of an American rebel. Well, I say American, I mean “French-American” living with Indian tribes. Did I just manage to include every country in the world in two sentences? Anyway, are you prepared for 90 minutes of Turkish actors pretending to be French, American, British and (heaven forbid) Indian? Let’s review Kaptan Swing (or Captain Swing)…
Eastern Promises, like A History of Violence, meant a step back from the usual body horror for David Cronenberg. Eastern Promises is a bold step forwards though: it is still vintage Cronenberg even if it’s a thriller rather than a horror movie and doesn’t involve gamepods attached to your spinal or phallic creatures coming out of your armpit. That a director like Cronenberg was so interested in a movie about the Russian maffia shouldn’t surprise you: they have the habit of tattooing their history on their body, which makes a naked body like an open book for those who know the language.
The director had parts of the script reworked to turn this into a genuine Cronenberg feature (unlike A History of Violence - which was a movie with Cronenberg touches). The tattoo art went from a briefly mentioned aside to a more important part of the movie. This is only one of the things you learn on the DVD of Eastern Promises. The special edition contains two discs, even if it might’ve fitted on one. The specials include some interviews with the cast, the director and the writer as well as a feature on the tattoos and, rather than an audio commentary, a brief documentary on the film, what it was about and what it hoped to achieve.
If you open the box and take the discs out of their case you’ll find a list of the most important tattoos and their meaning. Here’s one: stars are an indication of how long someone’s been to prison. Each dot signifies one year spent in prison. If the stars are tattooed on the knees, it means this person refuses to kneel for any form of authority.

Quick-Draw Okatsu introduces us to Rui, a feisty young girl in a fighting outfit/miniskirt. Rui is played by Reiko Oshida, who only made ten movies in her life. The titles of her films speak for themselves: School for Thieves, Blossoming Night Dreams (a.k.a. Tokyo Bad Girls), Crimson Bat Oishi: Wanted Dead or Alive and Delinquent Girl Boss: Worthless to Confess (in which she played the lead). I don’t see Quick Draw Okatsu as a pinky violence movie (despite what it says on the DVD), but rather a female swordfighter movie. Okatsu is that swordfighter and it is she who Rui bumps into when chased by some men who work for the (corrupt) city commissioner. Okatsu is the (adopted) daughter of a famous fight instructor. Her word is good enough for the men to leave Rui alone. The instructor, Makabe, also has a son. This son, Rintaro, hates fighting and dreams of becoming a farmer with his beloved girl, Saki (who is pregnant, but has only informed Rintaro). Makabe is furious his son doesn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps, which has often lead to arguments. After another fight Rintaro leaves the house for good and tries to get more money by going to a gambling house. We, the viewers, see immediately the game is fraudulent, but Rintaro doesn’t and soon he’s in great debts. He tries to prove the game is rigged, but is unsuccessful. At which point Rui steps in and proves Rintaro was right. Rintaro grabs some money on his way out, which is the real start of the Makabes’ trouble. Since Rintaro has disappeared, the stolen money is demanded from Okatsu and her father. Okatsu offers to make good what her brother did wrong, which city commissioner Shiozaki and his henchmen reinterpret as Okatsu offering her body. Okatsu doesn’t want that, so they keep her locked in a cellar. Her father intervenes and demands they can punish him as much as they want to, if only they’ll let his daughter free. The henchmen pretend to oblige, but use the opportunity to torture Makabe while his daughter has to watch her father’s body being brutalized while being raped by Shiozaki. This (long and) relentless sequence made me check if Ken Loach hadn’t directed this movie. No, the director was one Nobuo Nakagawa (also the director of the cult classic Jigoku a.k.a. Hell).
Despite all the rapes, deaths and swordfights Quick-Draw Okatsu is not an exploitation movie. It’s violent and depressing because it’s so bleak (try and count the good characters in this film on one hand). At one point we see Saki being forced to undergo an abortion (and the question whether Okatsu will make it on time to stop the abortion). The bag with medical equipment is shown in lurid detail, Saki is shown being tied down to the table, but the bag is placed smack in the middle between the camera and Saki’s spread legs.
Everytime Onar Films announces a new DVD I’m wondering “How the hell will I remember that title?”. But after having seen the film, I can type the title as if I speak Turkish fluently. Demir Pence Korsan Adam roughly translates as “Iron Claw: The Pirate” and features as Hero of the Day one Iron Claw. Iron Claw and his female companion Mine battle it out against… erm… Fantômas. Yes, the French evil mastermind tries to get his criminal business going in Istanbul. If that doesn’t sound wacky enough, how’s this for a comparison? The opening reminds me of the style that Jess Franco used for his movies like Vampyros Lesbos. A scantily clad woman rolling on the floor to the movie’s theme. Yes, up for review tonight the Turkish version of what would happen if Jess Franco would direct a Fantomas movie. (And don’t think the man wouldn’t: he made movies of a.o. Frankenstein, Mabuse and Fu Manchu…)
Speaking of windows, the director seemed a bit strapped for cash when he asked the creative team to come up with some sort of television set that would allow Fantômas (when still in France) to speak to his criminal crew in Turkey. The result is that odd thing you see on your right. Good thing we already chucked out our logic.
Slightly disappointing (for me - but not for you, as I’m warning you now) is that from the beginning Demir Pence Korsan Adam feels a lot sleazier than it genuinely is: the ladies may get scantily clad, but there’s no nudity in this film. You’ll see ladies in bras and panties, but that’s as naughty as it gets. Which doesn’t mean the movie doesn’t try and arouse you: Fantômas often has women dancing for him and more often than once the bellydancer doesn’t face really Fantômas, but the camera (and thus the viewer). This sort of direct contact with the camera is dangerous, but Icanç pulls it off here (well, his actresses do anyway).
As I’d mentioned earlier, Icanç seems to have thrown out his sense of logic out of the window when he made this movie. There is some gung ho feeling to the action scenes: Demir and his crew show up at a place where they might get closer to Fantômas, so we need at least ten opponents. No, make that definitely a dozen. Is there anyone who Fantômas suspects of not helping his evil case? Then he or (preferably) she must be killed. Bigger! Better! Bolder!
Jess Franco’s Killer Barbys is to the band The Killer Barbies what Aki Kaurismäki’s Leningrad Cowboys go America was to the Leningrad Cowboys. Both are movies starring an existing band and both are typical products of the directors.
I guess that there’s no need for me to introduce you to the Criterion Collection. Albeit not especially cheap, these DVDs are so full of extras it would be best to describe them as the definitive edition of the movie, sometimes even for DVDs you wouldn’t expect to get such a gigantic release. Criterion are having a busy month, already they have released Jacques Tati’s Traffic, Paul Schrader’s Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters and the long short (or however you’d describe a movie of 27 minutes) Patriotism by Yukio Mishima. They’ve also released a Canadian movie I’d never heard of, Mon Oncle Antoine by Jutra, but that is dubbed “the best Canadian movie of all times” by certain critics. Looks promising.
On the same day Criterion will release a movie that sparked off this article: Carl Theodor Dreyer’s Vampyr. This movie has been released a couple of times already, but I wouldn’t blame you for not buying it: some releases were downright shoddy. Knowing Criterion’s reputation, you can be sure you’ll spend your money on a grand release. Rather than attempting to describe the movie myself, I’ll let Criterion do the job for me:





