Number 66: Nine Lives (2002)
Yeah, Paris Hilton. You know this is going to be a classy
movie.
Hilton plays a rich, self-obsessed bimbo in this horror
movie. She plays herself basically. She goes to a Scottish manor with a group
of other equally obnoxious but British friends (there’s nine of them in total,
hence the title). We get to see their boring conversations, with some awkward
editing, all culminating in them saying their old latin school motto which they
say means ‘To follow the exploits of our ancestors’ (it doesn’t, I checked).
Whatever is going to kill them all can’t come soon enough.
It would seem there was an old 14th century
warrior called Murray who was former owner of the mansion and has now returned
to reclaim his property after it had been seized by the English.
Now the problem you will immediately spot with this is that
shots of the interior and exterior will tell you the house is nowhere near that
old.
Luckily, we don’t have to put up with Miss Hilton for too
long as she’s the first to be killed off around the 20 minute mark. Murray
takes over the body of one of the group and starts to kill the group off.
However, if the body Murray is currently in is killed he transfers to the body
of his killer so he can carry on. To be fair, it’s a pretty decent plot device
and a good twist on the unstoppable monster theme. So the survivors have to
figure out a way to stop the ghost without killing it.
One of them does survive to the end, the Scottish one. He
suggests it’s only because he’s Scottish he was spared and Murray just wanted
to kill the English ones and Paris Hilton (well, why not?). There is no
evidence to support this though other than the Scots undying hatred for the
English. And Paris Hilton.
The film is probably guilty by association and the cast is
pretty obnoxious and unlikable but I did like the idea they were put in a
situation where they couldn’t kill the enemy without becoming the monster
themselves. Apart from that, it’s pretty standard horror but none of the kills
are particularly creative which is what these kind of movies really thrive on.
It’s ok. Better than most the Friday the 13th movies anyway.
Number 65: Brothers in Arms (2005)
It’s different, that’s one thing you can say for Brothers in Arms. It is positively
Tarantino-esque in its disregard for historical accuracy.
It’s set in the Old West and is centred round a gang
planning a bank heist. They are most notable for being an almost all black gang
(plus one Mexican and technically one of them is supposed to be half-native
American), a rarity to see in a Western. You’d think race would play more into it
but apart from one use of the n-word at the start, it doesn’t ever come up
again. This is a far more multi-cultural community than you would expect in a
western.
The gang itself is introduced in a Guy Ritchie style of
cuts, explaining their skills and a bit about their backgrounds. So for
example, there is Slim played by Jean Claude LaMarre (who is also writer and
director) who is the smooth operator of the group able to talk his way out of
any situation. The most notable member of the group for film and TV buffs is
the Reverend, played by Raymond Cruz better known for his role as Tuco in Breaking Bad.
The clothing the gang wear can’t go unmentioned, the gang
all clad out in frilly black leather and denim jeans. Mara, the only female
member of the group, appears to be wearing Jennifer Garner’s Elektra outfit
from Daredevil. This is very
distracting and breaks all suspension of disbelief. The only person dressed
appropriately to the period is the Reverend, which just makes it harder to
swallow. Tarantino plays fast and loose with history but at least you can buy
his characters as being from that period, the same cannot be said here.
So, to the story. As
mentioned earlier, the gang are planning to rob a bank in a cliché cardboard
cut-out Old West town. It always bothers me when I see those towns: you have
the saloon, a few stores
but where are the houses? Where do all these people
live?
The town is controlled by Mr Driscoll, played by David
Carradine (yeah, sorry, another Tarantino connection). He is essentially a Mr
Potter character who owns everything in town. Unfortunately, there was no
George Bailey in this town to stop him and it’s now been renamed Driscollville.
The gang’s plans get messed up when they kill Driscoll’s son
and he hires a gang of bounty hunters to kill them. They hide out in the hills
for a sequence that goes on far too long before returning to rob the bank. I
appreciate the director is trying to flesh out their characters but it could
have been done in half the time this takes.
They go to rob the bank but get trapped inside with hostages.
This is where the movie just stops dead. We know they aren’t getting out of
this so now we’re just killing time until the climax.
A female sheriff comes to try and get them to come out. We
learn she had a prior relationship with Linc, the leader of the gang. Until
that point, gender aside, she came across like every world weary sheriff that
exists in every western. She abandons her duties and tries to help them escape
but is gunned down by Driscoll for her efforts.
The gangs’ numbers slowly get whittled down until it’s just
Linc and his brother Kansas (played by rapper Kurrupt which explains the hip
hop soundtrack). Linc makes the ultimate sacrifice so his brother can escape
through a back window (why they didn’t do that earlier?). With his last bit of strength,
Linc shoots Driscoll between the eyes. This would have been more dramatic if
they had any interaction beforehand but they never spoke a word to each other
in the whole film. It’s a shame really, as for the few minutes Carradine was on
screen he was hugely entertaining. As if he knew this was a stupid movie and he
was just having fun with it.
I suppose as a Western based around a black character that
pays no heed to historical accuracy, I’m going to have to mention Django Unchained. Now Brothers in Arms came out several years
before Django so it’s not a knock-off
but how does it compare? Not very well you’ll be shocked to hear. As noted
before, Quentin Tarantino plays fast and loose with history but you can buy
into his characters and the stories are very enjoyable. You just can’t say the
same here: the story is nothing special, the characters look out of time and
they just aren’t all that interesting anyway.
Apart from Tuco, he’s always badass.

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