Aisle of the Damned: 12/21/18- A Marvel-Licensed X-mas

Spidey bells, Goblin smells, Vulture laid an egg...

Now I have a podcast. Ho-ho-ho. 

It’s a Happy Marvelkah here at Aisle of the Damned, and our sack is filled to bursting with reviews, including the web-slinging Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse! We also talk the Deadpool 2 rerelease: Once Upon a Deadpool. Is it worth seeing again without the best bits? Fred Savage says yes! Also in theaters, The Mule is Clint Eastwood’s first on-screen appearance in six years. Was it worth the wait? Anna and the Apocalypse sings in Christmas with a zombie outbreak. Is it as whacky as it sounds? Bohemian Rhapsody takes a fictitious look at Freddie Mercury’s life and times. And we even have a couple of Netflix offerings: the coming of age film Dumplin’ and the big-budget historical epic Outlaw King. It’s everything you could want under your tree and up your chimney!

Join us for all this and less in Aisle of the Damned!

MUSIC:
The Aquabats- Stuck in a Movie!
Kay Martin and Her Body Guards- I Know What You Want for Christmas

Kent’s Damned Movie Reviews: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

Down with PPZ? Yeah, you know me.

Much like Iron Sky and the upcoming Deadpool, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is a movie that I appreciate at one level for the sheer fact that it shouldn’t exist. But like the first of those films, almost the entirety of it is an exercise in middling.

It starts out promisingly enough. There’s some titillation. We catch some surprisingly sexy flashes of stocking as the Bennett sisters arrange their weapons. There’s some gore. We get a splash of brains here and there. There’s some period drama. Pride and Prejudice is, after all, in the name.

But the true entertainment value of this type of a film would seemingly come in truly smashing the two opposites together in an extreme way either as a film shot entirely as a gauzy Austen centerpiece that happens to have zombies in it or, conversely, as an over-the-top horror film. Or at least a film that decides to play whiplash with tone. Instead it’s a film that doesn’t quite know what it wants to be and ends up being a PG-13 flick as limp-wristed as Matt Smith’s Parson. (That said, Smith’s dandy fop is the highlight of the proceedings.) In its attempts to appeal to a mass audience that was likely never there to begin with, it manages to lose it’s appeal to its true potiential audiences.

Not to say there aren’t some interesting ideas at play. However, they are never truly explored. Such as the fact that, with exception, a great many of the women are trained as warriors while the men are largely worthless, yet the time period’s ideals of marriage to a man for the sake of bettering one’s station and female subservience are largely intact.

So in the end we have what feels like a fun idea without commitment. A film that tries to be both and succeeds at neither, though there’s a part of me that could see enjoying it on the level of some of the tamer Hammer films if it were more visually impressive beyond a fun opening credits sequence that doles out the necessary exposition.

And just like a truly middling film, it is neither terrible nor great. I won’t say I didn’t laugh at the absurdity of the film at times. But it’s safe to say it simply settles for being a reasonably diverting couple of hours that likely will not call for repeat viewings.

Two and a half damns given out of five.