Good Time is a remarkable bad time experience done very well. The first high-profile film from indie filmmaking siblings The Safdie Brothers, Good Time is a caper thriller that harkens back to the rotten core of '70s NYC dramas. A dirty city and its working-class residents are the core of this relentless film.
Former British Twilight heartthrob Robert Pattinson is unrecognizable as Connie, a scruffy petty criminal from Queens, who is trying to pull off a bank heist with Nick, his mentally challenged brother.
One bad turn leads to another and Nick lands in jail. It's up to desperate Connie to scrape together the bail money to spring him. This leads him into one misadventure after another.
And bad, quickie hair dye jobs are the least of his worries.
Good Time plays like a dour, mean version of Martin Scorsese's After Hours. Falling into one failed impromptu plot after another, Connie hopscotches through the night of outer boroughs New York City. There's no glamour and Manhattan glitz in this world of hospital corridors, project high rises, White Castle burgers, empty carnival fun houses, and cold city streets.
The tension is perfectly ratcheted up as we careen along with Connie, making up the path as he stumbles along. The early '80s John Carpenter-esque synth score, by Oneohtrix Point Never provides ample dread-filled ambiance.
This image of underbelly New York is hard to shake. A remarkable "feel bad" journey.
I think the wham-bam-punch-to-the-face-slam of Charlize Theron's Atomic Blonde did middling box office this summer, but I don't know why. It's perfect popcorn-action-fluff and should have been a box-office smash.
Sprinkled with a heavy stream of '80s new wave classics, this Berlin-set spy caper falls gloriously into the "style over substance" camp (and maybe even the camp camp). But don't think it doesn't know that too.
Enough about its paper-thin plot (spy, Cold War, MacGuffin, guns, watches, neon, synths), let's look at its look:
Eggshell wool trench and leather boots and gloves:
The thigh-high boots return with a black trench and scarf:
Seduction in scrunch boots and LBD (little black dress):
All business in a crisp white blouse and aviators:
So there's a total eclipse of the sun coming up in a few weeks, if you haven't heard. What would that once in a lifetime event be like without a taste of some apocalyptic fun? People have been fearful of heavenly body-related events for centuries, but don't worry. The world hasn't blown up...yet.
The low-budget, sci-fi/horror/teen comedy cult flick Night of the Comet (1984) is a fun way to set up your own "what would I do if I was one of the last people on Earth" fantasy plans. Yes, there are zombies around, but yes, you also get machine guns.
Teen sisters Reggie (Catherine Mary Stuart) - sporting Brooke Shieldsian brows and big, blown-out Dynasty hair - and Sam (Kelli Maroney) - sporting a big, blown-up, bubble blonde perm - are on the run from the post-apocalyptic comet event that has turned most of the population into red dust. It doesn't matter that both actresses were in their mid 20s when playing 18 and 16 respectively, just go with it.
"Petulant" looks good in the ketchup and mustard realness that Sam sports:
Uzis and hair dryers are their weapons.
It's great to see two young women as action leads in a 33-year-old movie, even if it was relegated to B-movie status. The $700K production made a profit of $14.5 million at the box office. B-movie can be big business.
Although some of the FX are shoddy and laughable, shots of the desolation vibe in the middle of a red-tinted, empty downtown L.A. is quite stunning, especially for such a small indie film.
The first half of Comet is a fun '80s blast of adventure, the sizzle of teens loose in the city. One of the most iconic parts of the movie is the sisters' shopping spree through an abandoned mall.
It wouldn't be the '80s without a montage sequence of trying on clothes, all set to a piss-poor cover of Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.' But the shoulder pad, mid-'80s businesswoman warrior look is on point.
Drop the blush brush, grab the Uzi.
Trying on ropes of pearls and fur coats comes to an end when they battle a bunch of teenage boy zombies who rule the mall. It's a fun, actiony stand-off and a highlight of the film.
But once the subplot about a small band of evil scientist/survivalists becomes the main plot, Comet starts to trail off. It becomes a bit of a Day of the Dead knock-off, with a slow, dull vibe that sputters when it could have been fast-paced and high octane. Instead the final third of the film becomes the slowest 95-minute "action film" you've ever seen.
But don't worry, the girls win...and rock an epilogue, with a simple one-piece bathing suit, beach wrap, and plastic mesh carry-all.
While Sam goes for fun in the sun, Reggie decides on buttoned-up, sister-wife, Mormon mother of two.
Although fondness for the fun, dumb, Reagan-era apocalypse of Comet is strong, I feel like a modern remake could be great, if done well. A sacrilegious idea to some, I know. But if someone with the sharpness of Ben Wheatley (Kill List, High Rise) or Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead, Baby Driver) got a hold of it, maybe it could sing? I'd gladly write the script.
As summer bakes on and we hit 105 degrees today and 108 tomorrow, we fantasize about being in a dark, shaded forest in October at 55 degrees. That's the setting of this overlooked indie, directed by Trey Edward Shults, that is being billed as a 'horror movie' but is more a psychological drama/thriller.
It Comes at Night stars edgy Joel Edgerton (fantastic, as usual) as Paul, husband and father who is hiding out in a cabin in the woods with his wife Sarah and teenage son Travis after some sort of unnamed health catastrophe has seemingly affected the world (nuclear war, plague, zombies?).
Their life is upended as Will, a young man, breaks into their sealed-up house looking for food, and winds up becoming their captive. They quickly ease their grip on Will and Paul goes with him to bring back his wife and young son to their cabin.
They all return safely to stay in the cabin but let's just say paranoia, cabin fever, anxiety, and creeping fear take hold of everyone involved and things go from bad to worse.
Although promoted with a very "scariest bits" trailer (above), this movie was not a "zombie film" or even much of a gory horror B-movie. It is truly a psychological horror film about survival, family, and fear. Also throw on heavy doses of mistrust and breakdown of society's rules and a dash of the (un)kindness(?) of strangers.
With a tiny budget and few recognizable actors, the small-scale It Comes at Night delivers with a fantastic sense of mood and place, a slow burning turning of the screws, and some stellar acting. Unanswered questions and motivations are littered throughout the picture to put you on edge and keep you guessing what's happening and why are people so cruel.
Deep, dark, and brutal, It Comes at Night scores more with its mundane, quiet take on the end of the world than the latest seasons of cacophony on The Walking Dead.
