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Monday, February 24, 2025

Better a Broken (Poster) Promise Than None at All

Mark Twain said that. 

The thing about promises. Well, minus the (poster) part.

Supposedly he was commenting on the idea that even if a promise gets broken, having at least made it in the first place shows some amount of good intention. I don't know if that's always the case in real life, but it's a nice sentiment. 

Now you might be asking why this particular quote is bumping around in the ol' (deadmans) brain today. And if you are, the answer would be 'cause I've been scrolling through the ol' deadmans Letterboxd watched list, and reflecting on a few films I've seen where Poster Promises either were or were Not Fulfilled (PPF or PPNF). 

And of course I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. In fact, I'm a long time passenger on the advertising-exists-to-sell-things-not-to-tell-the-truth-about-them truck. I've been buying questionable things out of the back of that truck for many a year, truth be told. So I get it: you promise what you need to in order to make the sale. 

Still. Some take this philosophy further than others. I mean, there's breaking a promise and then there's shattering a promise into tiny sharp shards that cut you until blood makes a heart shaped stain on your soul.

That went a little dark.

Really I just thought I'd throw out a few vintage creature features where a poster promised more, creature-wise, than a film actually delivered. Or maybe some did deliver. I guess we'll see. 

As I go I'll say a word or two about each, whatever springs to mind. Unless nothing springs, which sometimes happens. Fair warning.

So here we go. In alphabetical order, cause that's how I'm rolling today.


A*P*E (1976) 

 

The Promise

not to be confused

Let's see... we got giant shark defied... 

(sorry to insert but every time i read "giant shark defied" my brain changes it to "giant shark defiled" and i don't like the image that brings up for me in my head. no, i do not like it at all. end of insert.)

city destroyed... ocean liner demolished... giant "monster reptile" snake vanquished... apparently all at the same time. Fury of the ten-ton variety. Screen-leaping (and to be fair the film was actually shot in 3D). 

Whew! So much going on here! I'm excited to see this epic story play out...

The Reality

(PPNF)

i am a giant ape
this is not a toy cow

Um... smallish man... ill-fitting ape suit... someone's back lawn... tiny plastic cow. 

Of course, technically the movie did have shark battling-city destroying-ship sinking-snake vanquishing stuff in it, but it was all plastic cow-level shark battling-city destroying-ship sinking-snake vanquishing stuff. Definitely not as promised.

Anyway, I recall my first viewing of this film. That Not Kong Not Jaws Grudge Match was pretty much the first scene of the movie and not only was it was over QUICK, I remember thinking "that little shark the actor is throwing around is dead. They killed a baby shark for this thing." I don't know if that's true but it looked dead.

Hmm... wait. You know, now that I think about it, my very VERY first, pre-poster, eyes-on artwork for this film was more likely the amazing cover Bob Larkin did for Famous Monsters of Filmland #146 below. Check it out:

pretty sure in this version of things the ape was eaten by the shark
swimmer was dessert
 

What an eyeball-feast this cover is! Shark is definitely front and center here. And our poor cover-ape (heroic, unlike his movie-ape twin) is trying so hard to keep his human-lady-love (who never even meets the shark in-film) from being chomped down upon. Doesn't look like he's doing too good a job of things though. Great painting nonetheless. Even if it, too, does not fulfill promises.

Moving on to the next movie... and please be patient as I prep it - no need to get crabby.

 

Attack of the Crab Monsters (1957)

 

The Promise

is that crab monster sleepy or bored?
or... is he BOTH?

This poster reminds me of something you'd see on an old pulp magazine cover, you know? The colors and style, I mean. Wonder who painted it? (One quick but semi-thorough search later...) I don't know. Nothing readily available on the web. Gotta be a book out there, or some specialist website or something, right? Well, if anybody knows clue me in.

As far as poster promises go, this one doesn't really go over the moon, does it? Just a big sleepy crab monster, holding swim-clad Pamela Duncan aloft in it's fearsome claw, preparing to tear her asunder. Some Sea Depths. A few Terror Tidal Waves.

I think those are supposed to be crab-monster-antenna or something on its face, right? But that poster makes it look like ol' CM's got jets of water squirting out of his nostrils instead. You agree? I'm not alone here, am I?

The Reality

(PPF)

corn on the crab for dinner tonight

Well honestly this film doesn't do too badly with its fulfillment. Crab is as described, mostly. A little smaller, maybe. Not quite as drowsy looking, which is probably a good thing.

Huh. Is it me or does this actually-in-the-movie crab monster look a little geriatric? "Damn you kids! Get off my beach or I'll gnaw you like an ear of corn at the county fair!"

I don't think Ms. Duncan ever actually gets held aloft by a crab in-film, but then it's been quite a few years since I've given it a proper watch. She does at least appear swim-clad while being menaced by a giant crab, as evidenced by this groovy behind the scenes photo I came across. 

Cool, huh?

if only these two film crew gents can distract the beast for a few more seconds
i can make it over to that out-of-shot motorbike and escape

Now, let's move along to the kitchen... ah, mall... kitchen store... to get us some knives to chop our - oh fuckit never mind. Chopping Mall is the next movie.

 

Chopping Mall (1986)

 

The Promise

i spy with my little eye

Not gonna lie. First time I saw this artwork I thought it was a zombie arm holding that shopping bag. I think it's the way those little indentations and stuff on the hand were done - they looked more like pus pockets or bite marks than they did, I dunno, robot rivets or whatever. And those wires coming out the elbow looked like veins or torn flesh. To me. And that first time, since I'm not a big zombie fan, I was probably a bit dismissive. 

But once I figured out it was supposed to be a robot arm, man I was all in. Specifically, it was an android robot arm. I mean, this poster clearly and unequivocally promises one or more killer androids rampaging through a shopping mall, does it not? 

I was SO EXCITED because I love killer android movies, and this was totally gonna be one of those. Killer androids are creepy, with their whole uncanny valley thing going on. You think it's a human being but something is just a little off and you don't know quite what until that first wound gets inflicted and OH MY GOD THERE ARE GEARS AND WIRES IN THAT PERSON'S ARM! Love the reveal. 

So much cooler than those lame little roly-poly-tank-tread robots like the one they had in Deadly Friend (1986)...

The Reality

(PPNF)

excuse me (deadly) friend, may i borrow your lawn mower

no. get your own fucking lawn mower, mall cop
Oh. Well then.

Now don't get me wrong, I love this movie. Own it on Blu-ray and pull it out for regular re-watches. But the first time I ever saw it, with that killer android poster art fueling my expectations... man was I pissed. 

And it's not like you gotta have a shit ton of money to make a decent lo-budge android - look no further than 1990's Crash and Burn for proof of that:

bill moseley in the lo-budge android makeup chair
lo-budge and holdin' a grudge

So yeah. Chopping Mall is not delivering on the very most important of it's promised promises. Bastards.

Still. A blast to watch. (And so is Deadly Friend.)

Okay. On to some intergalactic (or at least interplanetary) devilry.


Devil Girl From Mars (1954)

 

The Promise

i and my voluptuous curves menace you and so does my giant robot
who also has voluptuous curves

Definitely some promises being made here: We got menace. We got terror. We got a statuesque-lady-in-form-fitting-bodysuit, staring out impassively as she decides the FATE OF THE WORLD. We got male-fear-recoiling and female-leg-clutching. 

And we've got a damn cool looking robot henchman standing guard to the right, there. Run! Flee from the exceedingly cool giant robot!

The Reality

(PPNF)

and over here we have the latest model of our martian portable stereo console
and it costs less than you think!

Okay. Elephant in the room: Little misrepresentation on the robot front I think. I mean, we just finished talking about Chopping Mall, so I can't be too hard on this guy, right? He's at least got legs and feet, doesn't he?

But c'mon, scroll back up to that poster for a minute will you? Yes, poster-bot has legs as well. But that's honestly about the only similarity you'll find. Poster-bot also has gleaming metallic skin and swelling metal pecs and abs. Cool swishes and swips in his design. Poster-bot has hips for godssake!

Movie-bot has no hips. Movie-bot looks like that gigantic home stereo console, with phonograph, tuner and eight track all embedded in its depths, that I used to marvel at as a kid whenever we visited my grandma's house.

And the bot is not our only glaring misrepresentation, either. Let's take a gander at statuesque-lady-in-form-fitting-bodysuit, shall we?

couldn't find her ruler so gonna rap some knuckles with this kitchen mixer

Let me introduce you to stern-schoolmarm-from-mars. During summer break she moonlights selling intergalactic vintage home stereo consoles. With phonographs. And eight tracks. 

No fault of actress Patricia Laffan though - she wasn't a stern schoolmarm in real life. She was a lovely English stage, film, television and radio actress and also a fashion impresario, as we can see by this escalator portrait taken while not wearing her martian devil girl costume.

lovely woman

I had to look that up - fashion impresario. One of those terms I recognize but don't have more than a vague definition for. It means someone who is a creative force in the fashion industry who combines art and business to shape the fashion landscape. Good for her.

Oh. And while we're at it, this movie little to no fear-recoiling, and no leg-clutching either. This is one of the more stilted, low energy, talk-don't-show films I've seen. Characters stand about almost boredly discussing the FATE OF THE WORLD - discussers wanted, no leg-clutchers or fear-recoilers need apply.

Okay. Let's move a bit closer to home for the next film; maybe even head down onto the ol' bayou. (Insert chorus from "Down on the Bayou" into your head... NOW. Good song. Great band.)

 

Frogs (1972)

 

The Promise

ribwrist... ribwrist...

EVERY time I see this poster art I think of a giant frog who for whatever reason decided to have his frog tongue surgically swapped out with a human forearm. That's weird, right? 

Why would he do that?

Anyway, poster promises: for sure we're being promised a giant frog or two - that guy on the poster is the size of a small to medium-sized dog. Looks apparent that we'll have some humans-as-frog's-breakfast, too. Nature will be striking back, with large (tidal waves are large) amounts of slithering, devouring and destroying.

The Reality

(PPNF)

oh the horror!
i am not putting that cake anywhere near my mouth

So yeah. In spite of being a reasonably fun watch, this film includes no giant frogs. Or giant anything else's. Also no people-eating. Some people-killing, to be sure, but no eating. 

On the plus side, it's got a lot more than angry frogs going for it. Has a whole swamp-full of angry vengeance seeking critters - snakes, spiders, lizards and more. 

Although to be honest the animal wranglers had a pretty tough time getting any of those critters to look awake and interested, let alone angry and vengeance-seeking. Hard to blame the handlers. Reptiles and insects have a notoriously limited range when it comes to acting.

Also, this movie has a baby-faced-sans-mustache Sam Elliott in it, which is it's own fun.

master of the lip bonsai
And WHAT Sam Elliott has been married to Katharine Ross since 1984?! I had no idea...

 

Great White (1981) 

 

The Promise

look let's not haggle that's an amazing poster amirite

Let's be honest it would be tough for nearly any film to do this poster proud, especially back in 1981 - this is a GREAT poster. 

And this poster's promise is all about the fish. A Megalodon-sized fish. A crafty, stealthy son-of-a-fitch fish. A fish who gleefully, even wickedly grins as he prepares to snarf down his unsuspecting morsel, which morsel only wanted a nice tan and is that reason enough to be kilt off by a Wicked Megalodon Fitch? It is not. 

We mourn this morsel as we know corpses do not keep their tans long at all.

The Reality

(PPNF)

rubber duckie you're the one
you make bath time lots of fun
rubber duckie i'm awfully fond of you

A big, plastic, bobbing fish head, with two guys under the water, holding it upright so it doesn't just upend and float away. Okay, I have no idea if there are two guys underneath holding it in place, or even what it's made of, but that shark prop is shit. 

Movie's a fun watch, though, as long as you go into with the right attitude. (Hint: "I can't wait to see these amazing shark effects!" is not the right attitude.)

Onward to an invasion... of sorts.

 

Invasion of the Saucer-Men (1957)

 

The Promise

i don't know what to say except that i still long to see the movie this poster promises

This one is also a great poster. Maybe not as iconic a feeling as the one Great White has going for it, but still. And this poster just lays it all out for you, right? You will...

SEE teenagers vs. the (gigantic!) Saucer-men! 

SEE disembodied hand that crawls! 

SEE night the world nearly ended! 

SEE earth (or at the very least one of its larger cities) attacked by (three if not more) flying saucers!

The Reality

(PPNF)

come to hollywood they said
it'll be a thrill a minute they said

Okay, first things first: hard to imagine any of these fellows holding a full grown woman aloft in one hand. A little hard to imagine even if all three worked together using both hands.

And I know, it's a bit of a cheek to compare a behind the scenes photo to the excitement of that poster. But honestly, this photo is pretty indicative of the film as a whole.

As for world-ending, large cities and multiple saucers, it's been awhile but what I remember is a small backwoods town and just one saucer that I think the army blows up without meaning to. 

The crawling hand is totally delivered on, though.

But like some of the others, this is also a fun little film and, in spite of it's PPNF status, filled with charm and purposefully silly dialogue. Based on a short story that ends a bit more darkly than this movie does, as well. Just sayin'.

So, on to the next movie, lest we lose track of time and forget...

 

The Land That Time Forgot (1974)

 

The Promise

wait is that 2013's Poseidon Rex down in that corner, way back in 1974?

Well, I just love this film so you're not gonna see a lot of hate from me here. And I will say that pretty much everything we see on that poster, we also see in the film. Except the aquatic T-Rex/Allosaur.

The Reality

(PPF)

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Well. Loving the movie as well as feeling like it lives up to its poster promise clearly does not stop me from including this hilarious animated GIF. Way too good to pass up.

The GIF, in fact, makes the movie's effects out to be much worse than they are in reel life. The film's dinos were actually quite nicely realized (mostly as rod puppets) by a very talented fellow name of Roger Dicken.

And lest you wonder, by "very talented" I mean to say he also worked on movies like The Blood Beast Terror (1968), 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), Witchfinder General (1968), When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth (1970), Scars of Dracula (1970), Alien (1979), Warlords of the Deep (1978), Q: The Winged Serpent (1982), White Dog (1982), and The Hunger (1983). 

Nuff said. On to the very last film: The... stinger... if you will.

 

The Wasp Woman (1959) 

 

The Promise

creepy

Well this is a pretty bizarre poster, I gotta say. Kind of a cinch it's not going to deliver due to that bizarreness on it's own. Seems like it's giving more of a "this is what the film will feel like" kind of vibe rather than straight up promising a giant wasp-woman.

But I would surely have paid a few bucks back in the day to see a giant-ass wasp with a woman's head and face, clutching some poor devil as she reels him in to his demise. (Quint would've said "...reels him in to his demeeeeeeeese." If his character were in this film, I mean.) 

Anyway, as far as promises go we have the giant wasp. We have "a beautiful woman." A "lusting queen wasp." Then we've got a wee struggling man and a pile of bones. 

Promises fulfilled?

The Reality

(PPNF)

i kill men after cleaning their pipes with my pipe cleaner antenna

No. While Susan Cabot gives a fine performance (finer than the film itself, I think) this one is shakes out as PPNF on the lack of giant wasp-ness alone.

I mean, as far as the "beautiful woman" promise goes, Cabot delivers. She was both beautiful and quite talented. The "lusting queen wasp" promise - I don't remember lust playing into the film at all, to be honest. Well, not sexual lust. Probably they were going for blood-lusting queen wasp, though. Which we do get. 

And the wee struggling man atop pile of bones... I'm gonna say no again. It's been (quite) a few years since I've watched this one all the way through, but I'm not remembering an any-sized pile of human remains in the film, let alone a big ol' pile like the poster promises. 

And, of course, since there was no giant wasp in the movie we could have no wee man struggling in its clutches.



 

And that's it, my friends. Our work here is done and the tally is:

PPF - 2

PPNF - 7

 

Until next time...

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Jaws: How big was that shark? (Part 2) (woo!)

This is what happens when you're me: you're going about your business (as one does), and you get notified of a new comment on your first "How big was that shark?" post (in which you geeked out, tracking down shark sizes in all the Jaws movies and novels). So you take a look, and the guy is wondering about the size of the shark on the paperback cover/movie poster. Then you look back at the other comment (two comments on a post is pretty hoppin' around here) and you realize that guy was curious about the poster shark's size, too.

And that gets you to thinking. 

So, you start poking around the internet, seeing what you can see on the subject. (Not much.) You try some image searches. (Nothing.) And then all of a sudden it's hours later and you're looking at a bunch of new graphics you cobbled together and those hours are gone forever.

But. You know how big the shark was.

And that makes it all worth it.

So here's what happened: the short(ish) version of the story.

Everybody knows Benchley's Book Shark was twenty feet long, and Spielberg's Movie Shark was twenty five (three tons of him). But the iconic painting used for both paperback and movie? Well, we only ever saw the head, but no chance that beast was only twenty feet long. Thing looks to be whale-sized! So, how big would it be if we could see "the head, the tail, the whole damn thing"? (See what I did there, sneaky Quint reference?)

Well. Nothing out there that I could find on how big this famous fish of Roger Kastel's would be if we were seeing more than just its head: No wonderings, no guess work, no sketches, no nothing. So, I took it upon myself.

First off, I ended up making use of a shark image I found through a Google image search, done by a digital artist who goes by the username of polterizer. I didn't exactly ask his permission first, 'cause I was on a roll, but I'm really hoping he thinks that what I did with his image is as cool as I think it is, and won't take issue with usage. But if he does (I'll try contacting him through the forum I found the image on), I'll take this post down and possibly-but-not-likely redo it later with another shark image, if I can find another one that works. (When you see his image, you'll know what I mean--it's perfect for what we're doin' here.)

Okay. So I started with the image below, adapted from the famous painting we all know and love. (Technically it's not the painting, as that was originally done in a portrait format. This landscape-formatted deal I'm assuming is something somebody's Photoshopped together for an admittedly nice panoramic effect. But you get the gist--same Chrissie and same shark here as the original.)


Now this tells us two things--how big Chrissie (the nude swimmer from the book/movie) is, and how big the shark's head is. Not terribly helpful, and something we've all been staring at for decades without the full shark's size magically becoming apparent to us. What we need is a shark body to go with that head. (Right?)

But first things first, let's get Chrissie turned around so she's pointed along the shark's length, and then position her so her toes are right at the tip of its nose. Chrissie will be our measuring stick.


Now the question becomes how long is Chrissie, in this painting, from toe to tip of outstretched hand? Glad you asked. Susan Backlinie is five foot eight, according to IMDB. (Now I know, Susan played Chrissie in the movie, and the painting was done well before the movie was out, so how can we assume Painting-Chrissie is the same size as Movie-Chrissie?) We can't, but I'm going to.

Here's what happened in my head for this part: Chrissie is five-eight standing flat-footed on the ground. But here, she's got her feet and arms outstretched, 'cause she's swimming, and that's gonna add to her overall height/length. So I checked my own feet: stretched out on the couch, one foot flat and the other pointy-toed. The pointy foot stretched out an inch more than my phone is long (phones make good rulers), making pointy-toed foot about 6 inches longer. But of course I have man feet and Chrissie doesn't, so I'm just giving her four inches for her pointy-toed swimming feet.

Then I measured my wife's and my forearms (she's always happy to help with experiments like this) from elbow to fingertips. Hers was 14 inches and mine was almost seventeen. Let's put Chrissie's between the two of ours, at 16 inches. But. In the painting her arm's not totally stretched out--her elbow's a little crooked and her fingers curl in a bit, so with that I'm giving her 12 inches for the arm.

Right. So that makes Chrissie 5 feet 8 inches, add four inches for her outstretched feet, and 12 inches for the outstretched arm. That makes her seven feet from toes to fingertips in this painting. (I just said it so it must be true.) Now we need a shark body to measure our yardstick against.

And that's right where polterizer's perfect shark image comes in. Take a look:


Look familiar at all?

Try turning it ninety degrees to your right....


Well, well! Suddenly quite reminiscent of a certain movie poster shark we're all familiar with!

Now, watch this....


Not a perfect match, I know, but pretty darn close. Kastel's shark has an exaggerated (per paperback cover/movie poster rules) jaw and outsized teeth, so it looks a tiny bit odd pasted over a much more realistically rendered shark, but the general torpedo shape of head and body come together quite nicely and I think what we have here is a reasonable depiction of what we might have seen if Kastel had kept on painting downward, back in the day.

So let's take our 7 foot Chrissie-Ruler and do us some measurin'.


Voila! Looks like seven Chrissies, toe to fingertip, with a bit of tail left over. Seven times seven is 49 feet, and let's give that bit of tail at the bottom... say, 3 feet... for a grand total of:

FIFTY TWO GUT-CRUNCHING FEET OF GREAT WHITE DEATH

And that's my official take on how big the Jaws movie poster shark is.

You're welcome.

By the way, I still haven't heard back from the maker of that image I used here, but I did track down his actual name (Carlos Parmentier) and website. You can see more of his shark (and lots of other stuff) there. Pretty groovy.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Ice Sharks (2016) & Planet of the Sharks (2016)

So there I was, sifting through the new arrivals for Amazon Prime on the TV set.

With the missus out for the evening, I figured it was time for a little popcorn and a Dan Movie, "Dan Movie" being defined as any of the admittedly few films the missus just can't bring herself, in all her love and good-naturedness, to sit through alongside me as I watch. (And who knows, she might've been up for at least one of these two if she'd been home. But I kind of doubt it.)

Anyway, while sifting, I came across these two titles sitting right next to each other in the list. And since both looked like they might pass the minimum bar I hold for shark movies (i.e. any sharks portrayed are more or less of a natural state--not undead, roboticized, etc.--and also limit themselves to life in the water--no sand or snow burrowing, no sustained flying about in the air, and so on), I decided to give the trailers a watch. And I was actually excited when I did.

Why was I excited? Well, it wasn't because either movie appeared to be that (apparently mythical) film I've been looking for ever since the summer of 1975: a shark movie that holds even a dim, flickering candle to Jaws. No, neither of these looked to have particularly watertight (*NPI) plots, outstanding effects or remarkable performances. Even so, I was excited. The reason is, watching their trailers, I realized both movies actually take themselves and their audiences (kind of) seriously. And it is not often, my friend, that a shark movie does that.
*No Pun Intended

Well, now that I say it, I guess The Shallows was serious. And Bait 3D at least worked hard trying to be serious. But c'mon, you gotta admit the vast, vast majority of recent shark films have not only been atrocious but have run an exceedingly narrow gamut between tongue-firmly-in-cheek and outright parody. (And I'm sorry but I just cannot do tongue-in-cheek, let alone parody, with a shark movie. I just can't.)

To be sure, these two films have their shark-related gimmicks. Going completely gimmick-free is (apparently) more than I can hope for, but these films come closer than most have done in quite awhile. At the very least, there's no mention of sharks being whipped around inside tornadoes, swimming under the soil, having 2 or even 3 heads, and there were no sharktopuses, sharkensteins or airliner-snatching mega sharks to be seen anywhere. These movies pretty much stick (again, for the most part) to sharks. The kind that just swim. In the water. And like I said, both movies played it reasonably straight, to boot. No (excessive) actor-hamming, no breaking the fourth wall, etc.

I can't say any of the actors in either film are people I've seen anywhere else, and according to IMDB most of their collective work has been in movies of similar vein, but I also didn't get a sense that anyone involved was noticeably untalented. I admit there was a little watch checking going on during both films as they chugged along to their respective climaxes, but I think the mild impatience I experienced at times was more related to plotting than performances. I could see pretty much everybody in front of the cameras producing decent work, providing they had the right creative teams around them. At any rate, I was damn grateful to have any shark movie to watch which wasn't blatantly farcical.

So here's a bit about each film, and I honestly think you could do worse than give them a watch some weekend, when you're already bored and not particularly worried about losing that few hours of your life these movies will take and never give back.



Ice Sharks


So the deal here is there are a bunch of folks at an arctic research station who come across (or get camed across by) a "previously unknown variation" of Greenland sharks, lured in from who knows where due to global warming. Well, these sharks (unlike your garden variety Greenland shark) can swim at speeds of more than one mile per hour and will ravenously attack anything on, in or near the water.

Oh, and they're pack animals, too. Wolf-like, the sharks work together to separate and snack on our heroes, who eventually end up sunken (in their mostly air tight station) on the ocean floor, with hungry sharks all around them. Shenanigans and plot holes abound, until eventually those destined to survive do (survive I mean).

So yeah, nothing like that beast on the poster, but there are some twenty plus footers in the movie, and apparently that's accurate for the species in real life. Not that the filmmakers tried especially hard to have these things look life-like, a good thing, since real-world Greenlands are pretty unassuming in spite of their size. As you see below.

You can also see that the movie's sharks don't entirely stay in the water. That's okay, they don't in the next movie either. It's all still a damn site better than witnessing the horror that was Sharknado....

Unassuming Real Greenland SharkDeadly Ice Sharks Greenland Shark

TWO AND A HALF EYE-PARASITE BRAINS

You'll have to do a little research to be in the know on that parasite reference. Oh, and nice callback to John Carpenter's 1982 take on The Thing, what with this movie's rescue ship crew all being named after Carpenter's (and the original novella's) arctic research crew. Well done, with that.



Planet of the Sharks


Well the culprit here is (again) global warming: it's melted all the polar ice and 98% of the planet is underwater. Most of the planet's human population has died out, and those left have adapted to life on top of the water in the form of boats and little towns made from tied-together rafts.

Some scientist types have scrounged together just enough technological scraps to have a go at launching a whatzit into the upper atmosphere, which they hope will reverse the warming and refreeze the ice caps to get a little more land mass available for everyone. (Yeah, the "science" in the film is a little dubious, but I'm rolling with it.)

Unfortunately, about this time it becomes apparent some sharks (at least the one we see in this movie) have evolved to be able to control other sharks via some kind of hive mind, and as a result sharks have learned to attack and kill people on top of the water by leaping out and knocking the intended victim into the water. And then munching upon them.

So anyway, stuff happens and people windsurf while being chased by highly-evolved-alpha-sharks and scientists eventually save the planet as alpha sharks are destroyed and land does indeed (eventually) reappear as credits roll.

Alpha Sharks have glowey ampullae of Lorenzini......and make other sharks do this.

So yeah. This one wasn't quite as good, overall, as Ice Sharks. But it was watchable. In the right circumstances (like the ones I was in). No super obvious character callouts this time (both films were made by the same company, so I thought there might be), although we did get a character named Dr. Roy Shaw, which has gotta be an amalgam of Roy Scheider and Robert Shaw, doesn't it? (Although I suppose whoever named the character might've also just been a fan of this guy.) And then we get a Dr. Caroline Munroe, which I figure has to be a Hammer Horror reference, right? Not that Hammer ever made a shark movie (and not that she was only ever in Hammer films, but she never did a shark film at all, far as I know). Yeah. So anyway.

TWO GLOWEY ALPHA BRAINS

Friday, December 23, 2016

In Case You Were Wondering What Happened

Remember Bookstore Saturday?

Well, I just finished reading the last book from that particular day's adventure (not quite true, but the two leftovers I won't be reading anytime soon, so here we are). At any rate, this is what happened, expectations-met-or-expectations-not-met-wise.

In case you were wondering.


My second reading of this one, and it's actually held up pretty well, given the fact that even a 100 foot giant squid isn't nearly as scary as a 20 foot great white shark. (amiright?) And like it was in Jaws, Benchley's writing style here has a bit of a flat affect, so what could potentially be terrifying comes off as less than pulse pounding. Still, a decent read. If I were doing brain counts for these (not sure if I am or not yet), Beast would probably get a solid three.
So, um,

THREE SOFT CORE CSI BRAINS

(brain count added after the fact and makes sense as you keep reading. probably).
You know, I don't think I've actually read anything of Benchley's other than Jaws and this one, but both those books have a kind of low key feel to the writing that tends to keep my heart rate down, even in the sticky bits. (Quick internet check: Oh, I also took in White Shark back in the day. I guess we all know where my Benchley-esque interest starts and stops, then. Speaking of heart rate though, if memory serves and who knows if it does without a reread, White Shark had a little more pep to it than these other two killer sea creature yarns.)

The other thing with this book is that I kept remembering its TV movie with William Petersen, which reminded me of him playing Gil Grissom in CSI (which I loved), which then reminded me of seeing him in some godawful late night cable sexy romance thing, and I was forever scarred because I could never look at CSI's Gil Grissom quite the same after that. Nothing to do with this book. That's just what I thought about.


And speaking of Benchley's White Shark, if you ever find yourself needing to choose between reading that half-man-half-shark novel and the one Steve Alten did, go with Benchley's. Please. Trust me on this. And it's a shame, 'cause I've enjoyed everything else Alten has done. Sharkman is definitely his odd man out and I don't know what happened, but it's terrible. It's the only book of his I've read that is done in first person; maybe that has something to do with it. I don't know.

But we're not talking about that book, we're talking about Meg, the first in his Meg series, which is mostly a fine read. Except for its ridiculous climax, where the hero gets swallowed by a giant shark and, using his lucky fossilized megalodon tooth to cut his way through its various body cavities, slices its heart open and kills it dead. (Then escapes to tell the tale!) This book was a second read for me as well, but trust me that ending was as hard to take the first time around.

Well, like I say, the rest of the book is fun, and it definitely does get the old pulse rate up along the way. We get two (count 'em--two!) giant sharks and plenty of mayhem to spread around. Alten writes his characters a little on the one dimensional side, on purpose I think, and as a result you pretty much always know who's gonna end up shark food by the end of things.

Anyway, this one's a solid four on the brain count (I guess I am doing them). Let's see...

FOUR CARTILAGINOUS SKELETON BRAINS

Damn, now I have to go back and make up a clever brain count descriptor for Beast....

There, done.

Huh. Now I'm reading Jason Statham might be involved in the upcoming movie version of this book. Could be it turns into a decent-ish film after all. (Statham always elevates, amiright?)


Well then. What else can I say about this one that I didn't already say in the initial post? It was good. Four brains good? No, probably not. But three solid brains (methinks I sense a brain count theme in the works for this post). You know, I thought this one was a first time read, but I was getting major deja vu as I read, so I'm thinking not. Must have read it as a kid. Anyway, characterization is the word of the day, here. Seltzer does a great job writing these characters in a full-fledged way. The monster is cool, and the end is ever so much more satisfying than what the movie came up with. (I'm talking the epilogue, not the main monster's death, although honestly everything monster related works better here on-page than it does on the screen).

I don't know that Seltzer did anything other than this and The Omen, novel-wise, but he's pretty good at it. Wish he'd done more. That being said, I bet I won't pick up The Omen anytime soon--those kinds of stories totally creep me out. (Blech!)

THREE UNBENEVOLENT BEAR BRAINS


Also a second read-through for me, and another solid three brainer. I'll tell you this much, James Herbert does the whole British killer animal shtick better than Richard Lewis ever did. This was Herbert's first novel, and he ended up writing over twenty more, including two or three rat infested sequels to this one.

Anyway, this has plenty of action and 70s gore (fairly stomachable these days), several edge of your seat scenes (that school siege and the hero's last minute race to the rats' nest, in particular), and just enough characterization and commentary to keep the boredom away. My general target for a four brainer is will I seek it out more than once over the years (not counting the occasional second read after decades, like most of these have been so far). And... this one doesn't go quite that far. But it's definitely a high-end three:

THREE RAZORED INCISOR BRAINS.


Yeah, this really did remind me of The Andromeda Strain. Both really good books and both written in a purposely (unlike Benchley's efforts, I think) informational, news item-like style. Pretty much the polar opposite of Herbert's ratty sensationalism, too. You know, stuffy-scientist-point-of-view and all that. But fun and intriguing, hard to put down in spite of its not being a pulse raiser. I thought I might have read this once before, and yep, I surely did remember it once I dived in.

Where are the killer bees, anyway? I totally remember this being in the news when I was a kid. We were supposed to have just so many years before they'd be spread all across the U.S. and we'd be dying by the thousands. Huh: Wikipedia check (we know it's true!) tells me they've been here since the eighties and currently account for a couple of deaths each year. I guess the threat was over-hyped, back in the day. The end has come and we haven't noticed.

Anyway, the book is a good read, but it doesn't break the four brain barrier:

THREE AFRICANIZED ROYAL JELLY BRAINS (shrug)


Oh. Skip this one, if you want. I was originally hoping for something cyborgy, what with the title and all. Then reading the back, I figured "genetically enhanced superman" of some kind, so I bought it anyway. Meh. A guy finds out he's got a genetic predisposition toward violence and ends up killing himself and some other people. No wait, he only puts himself into a permanent coma at the end, so he's not actually dead.

Anyway, the book is bleak, nihilistic, excessively dark, containing not a smidgen of hope between its covers. Nothing against its author, he writes well, but I kind of felt like dying myself after finishing it. And not in a glib "it was so bad I wished I was dead" way; it was just horribly depressing to read. So, if that's your thing, go for it. I'll be steering clear of this guys work in the future, though.

Ugh, just remembering the read has me feeling low. I kept reading, hoping things would finally turn around for, well, any of its characters. But no. Lives ended or otherwise ruined, and not in fun, over the top genre ways--just darkly depressing horrifying real-life type stuff. And I think we know how I feel about this one now.

ONE DEPRESSINGLY GENETICALLY ABNORMAL BRAIN


Ah. I think I'll be doing a fuller review of this one, along with the movie that came from it. I also think I originally said it was published straight to paperback, but that might not be true (well, it isn't); I'll look at the various covers and formats when I do the full review. For now I'll just say the book is basically a zombie love story, and mostly works as that, even if it does have a few spots where the plot stretches uncomfortably, mostly due to having a 13 year old protagonist.

What I mean by that is there are spots, plot-wise, where the 13 year old might have worked a little better as a slightly older character. Then again, a lot of the book's charm comes from the fact its main character is a precocious kid, so I'm not really complaining. Overall, I'd say the author did a reasonable job working out the storytelling kinks inherent when children are doing adult-y kinds of things.

In fact, she handled the whole shebang well enough for me to give this book the post's second (and last) jump into upper-level brain count territory, with:

FOUR CYBER-ZOMBIE BRAINS

So there.


Hmm. I fear we're ending on a downer, here. If you remember from Bookstore Saturday, I was assuming this book was all ready to give me some genetic-experiment-man-in-ape's-body joy. I mean come on, look at that cover: it's a man's eyes and an ape's eyes and an in-between-man-ape's eyes, right? Right? And it was in the shops horror section, for crying out loud. This thing's got Altered States written all over it!

Nope. It's a soap opera that takes place in a research facility. As in, who's gonna sleep with who and who's gonna make a power play at the office, etc. Oh. And there's an ape in one scene that parrots the word "cup" after hearing it played over and over again on a recording. That's the entire science fiction/fantastical element of the story. "Cup." Sigh.

Well written, no qualms there. It was just so not what I was hoping for. And sure, there's subtext commentary being made by the author about how human beings aren't really all that different from apes, that we're all basically a bunch of clothed beasts running around with a thin veneer of civilization separating us from them, yada yada.

TWO NOT-EVEN-APE-MAN BRAINS

Sigh. Only two books out of these eight that I hadn't already read, and they both turned out to be bummers. Whatta ya do, right? (You go back for another Bookstore Saturday, get more loot and try again, that's what you do!)



As for the two books from that day's haul that I haven't read yet, one of 'em (Barnabas Collins) I honestly doubt I'll ever get to. Maybe If I'm bored and feeling unusually curious, one of these days. The other was the "illustrated" horror film history, which I just haven't gotten around to. Well, I have but it's more of a pick-it-up-now-and-again-for-a-few-pages-of-reading-until-it's-finally-done-months-later kind of book. I'll finish it eventually and probably give it a write up then.

Well, they say good things come in threes (do they say that?). If they do, it bears out here, since half of these books ended up as three brainers--with a couple of standouts and letdowns thrown in the mix. All in all, it could have been worse.

Okay then. Now you know what happened with that Bookstore Saturday.