Friday, February 24, 2006

'Nexus 2.431'

Nexus 2.431. The Spanish Star Wars. But in English. What's funny is that this movie was listed right above Niagara, the classic Marilyn Monroe film. Instead, I get stuck with a movie starring Oliver Tobias. I guess in some dark, despair-ridden regions of Europe, that name means something. Not to me. What is this movie doing there? I always get the feeling I rent these tapes and bring them out from their states of VHS hibernation, and for doing so, they punish me.
















Nexus 2.431
Dir: José María Forqué
Screenplay: Juan Piquer Simón, José María Forqué and Álvaro Forqué


Summary:

First, let me point out how difficult it is to write a summary when you can't understand what the hell is going on in the first place. The premise laid out in the film's intro is simple. Screwy, but simple:

In the Earth's future, the world had become very, very polluted. So polluted, in fact, that the Earth couldn't take it anymore and, one day, exploded! Right before the explosion, a select few sensed this would happen and were able to evacuate to a distant, dersert planet who offered solace in their barren equatorial regions.

After that, I went into a deep B-movie trance and lost my bearings completely. I know there was an Earthling king, of sorts, who had a beautiful (or what needs to pass for "beautiful" for the story's sake), mysterious teenage daughter. Some fat foreign dignitary wanted to take her as his wife in return for some much needed supplies or something like that. The King says she's far too young to marry, the fat dignitary says the King's full of shit, everyone gets angry, daughter eventually winds up captive on a spaceship, so on and so forth. Then there's this really effeminate guy (unfortunately, our hero) who's literally never seen a girl before, ever, and sits around his cave all day worshipping these three crystal knives. The mysterious daughter appears to him as if in a dream, gives him a kiss and his first ever glimpse of a girl. Having finally seen a girl, he decides he likes girls very much, grabs his three knives, ventures out of his cave and, enlisting the help of another really bad European actor, saves her. Just don't ask me how.

Impressions:

As I mentioned, this is the "Spanish Star Wars," but in fairness to Spain, this is actually a Czech-Spanish co-production. I hate to reel the Czech Republic into this mess, but let's face it - it's true. It used actors and crew from both of those countries, and some actors from the UK, as well. That's a pretty common practice in Europe; using funds and resources from studios and, probably, federal grant money from two or more nations to get a movie produced. That way, they can finally afford to use stock footage of planet Earth and then suddeny cut to a close-up of a firecracker exploding against a black background. I think the makers of this film actually blew their entire budget on the matte painting pictured below. I understand that the guy who did it is, in fact, talented.

The main thing I liked about Nexus 2.431 was the way it made up for its lack of actual quality with really, really ugly costumes. No, just kidding, it made up for it with an abundance of shots of greasy men staring at things. No, no - okay, got you again. Really, for serious this time, it made up for it with ambition. Raw, oily, nicotine-stained European ambition. I always try to find at least one thing about these movies I like, and I guess that'll have to do for now. It was ambitious.

I mean, somebody obviously put their heart and soul into painting the cardboard spaceships (not pictured).

Next week's movie: Page 16, line 3.

'Palm Springs Weekend'

This is a definite change of pace from last week's creepy women-in-prison flick. It also serves to further confound those wily clerks at the video store.

"Hey, you know that guy I was talking about? The one who rented that 'Women's Penitentiary' movie? Yeah, well he's here again. I'll bet you he rents a gay porn or something. What a weirdo... wait, wait here he comes!"



Palm Springs Weekend (1963)
Director: Norman Taurog
Screenplay: Earl Hamner Jr.


The movie's in Technicolor, but this is one of the only pictures I could find.


Summary:

It's Easter weekend in Palm Springs, CA, and that means the resorts will be full of college kids from Los Angeles. This also includes a bus full of college basketball players, a Hollywood stuntman from Texas, a daddy's-little-rich-girl from Beverly Hills, and a tomboy-ish, sexually frustrated girl from wherever who just wants a man - all of whom seem to be vying for the attention of a member of the opposite sex with whom to enjoy a fleeting, Palm Springs Weekend love affair.

But can the local sheriff keep his blood pressure in check long enough to keep his own daughter out of trouble? Boy-trouble, that is...


Impressions:

What's the deal with teenagers and college-age kids in movies from the fifties and sixties? It's something that has been noted by many and discussed at length by the cast of "Mystery Science Theater 3000." That is, they all seem to be in their thirties. Often, they're older that that. Sometimes, they look like they're middle-aged. Let's take one of the members of the college basketball squad, and the comic relief in this movie, Jerry Van Dyke, brother of the brilliant Dick Van Dyke and coach Hayden Fox's hilarious assistant coach, Luther Horatio Van Dam on ABC's "Coach." According to IMDb.com, he was born in 1931 which would have made him thirty-two at the time of this film's release. Robert Conrad was in this movie, too, when was only a couple years away from his role as James West in the TV series "Wild, Wild West." Oh, well. I'm sure it's all about Hollywood politics. At least it gave me a chance to see the "young" Jerry Van Dyke in an early role. He was pretty funny. He even played a banjo! He tries to woo a young girl with his banjo-playing skills but is ultimately foiled by the hunky Texan stuntman Doug 'Stretch' Fortune (played by Ty Hardin) and his big ol' acoustic guitar. Classic.

As for the rest of this movie, it's a pretty mindless and silly comedy. It's pretty typical of the early-sixties teen comedy genre, before movies (and audiences) became as cynical and pretentious as they are today. It had a certain Beach Blanket Bingo vibe which is mildly entertaining. Except it was set in the desert, so there was no beach... or blankets, for that matter. Just swimming pools and patio furniture. What more do you need?

I actually stopped paying close attention about three quarters of the way through, so barring some scene I may have missed featuring voyeurism hi-jinks with full-frontal nudity or Jerry Van Dyke getting caught masturbating, I pretty much caught the gist of the story. It came to a fitting end with relationships forged, hearts broken, life experience gained and plenty of pool water splashed as Van Dyke gets pushed in at least four times.

D' oh!

Next week's movie: Page 404, Line 34