Aside from having Futurama and Star Trek Voyager on for background noise while cleaning, this weekend’s Netflix selections were things that have been on our list for ages.
The Rezort
After a nonsensical found-footage style opening (that I still have no idea why they decided to add) the film was better than expected.
We watch a lot of Zombie movies. I honestly think we own over 100 of them. It’s Earl’s favorite genre, and there are a lot of films that tank for me simply for the fact that I’ve seen it before. (Honestly, this is why I didn’t watch anything past the first episode of the walking dead. The dearth of “already done” might have been homage, but it was way too much to make me care about continuing on.) This one had it’s familiar moments. There are things that you can’t get away from in the genre, but it was still a decently fresh take on a genre that is starting to rot by definition.
The trivia for this one on imdb says the filmmakers wanted a Zombie Jurassic Park feel and they definitely did that… toeing that line that separated them from a rip-off. The island “reveal” and the jeeps were a flinch point.
Random thing: I want to know why the 16 year olds were there without a chaperone, they were definitely not mature enough to be let out on their own.
The idea of the resort itself is… illogical. Even from a business standpoint. Even stepping away from the whole “murdering those who won’t be missed to keep their stock up” thing, this play on the safari-park is missing the redundancies that made Jurassic Park a little more believable from a Health and Safety standpoint. When you have a problem with protesters, you expect them to try something. Hubris is a bad business policy all around, but a Nedry style inside job is a thousand times more believable than this set-up.
And let’s talk about the rights of corpses. Exhumation of graves require family permission or a warrant. You cannot take an organ from the deceased unless they have given consent beforehand… I realize that this island probably doesn’t concern themselves with anything resembling that sort of regulation, but I’ll admit I was side-eying for that.
Also, let’s talk about Dougray Scott. I forget about him. Unless that man is on the screen in front of me (or has been very recently), I completely erase him from my mind. Dude was in Hitman, Mission Impossible 2, and Ever After… and his name is freaking cool, but I’m willing to bet I won’t remember him at all by Friday.
Knights of Badassdom
I remember wanting to see this when it came out and then… just forgetting. I’m good at that. LARPing is something I will never do for the same reason I’ll never go to a con in cosplay. The dedication that people put into those things is incredible and I have so much respect for that, but I have neither the energy, nor the anxiety medication to participate in such things.
While I love the over the top characters in this one, there were a few cringeworthy moments, where a character here and there felt like the butt of the wrong sort of joke. And I’m never a fan of the ex-becomes-a-real-demon thing. Were her reasons for dumping him eye-roll worthy? Sure. But the whole demonizing the ex-girlfriend angle is one of those things that promotes toxicity in relationships. Remember kids, media influences life influences media.
The monster at the end channeled old-school power rangers so hard, and I kind of loved it. But oh my god the “doom metal” at the end. I honestly just couldn’t.
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