Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Space Is the Place (1974)

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Sun Ra’s Space is the Place is a cautionary, evolutionary and revolutionary tale of interplanetary spiritualism, interstellar revitalization and mnemonic congruence.

If you know what any of that means, you are in store for the low-budget, mind-bending delights this long-lost Afrofuturist film offers. In other words, if Rudy Ray Moore became an avant-garde musician and wanted to preach the world of his gospel, you still don’t even know what you’re in for.

A cult jazz icon, Sun Ra and his Arkestra put his science-fiction testament on true celluloid, one that the public wasn’t ready to see. It sat on the shelf for two years and even then was barely released. I guess the money men tried to dismantle, disentangle and destroy the very word.

More of an irreligious fever dream at the end of the world, a chant begins as a dildo-onic starship sails though the cosmos. The ship’s denizens including Sun Ra in a thrifty but stylish futurist/neo-Egyptian garb. He has a monologue about the impending doom of the planet Earth, then teleports his body and soul through the interstellar plane on musical vibrations. At least that’s what we are told …

Unexpectedly, we are in Chicago 1943, where Sun Ra creates freeform avant-garde jazz with a bevy of beautiful strippers. As the world rattles and smoke emanates through his fingers, we meet the villain of this piece, the pimpish Overseer (Ray Johnson, The Human Tornado).

In the desert, the two play a game of cards to decide the fate of the world. Sun Ra’s wobbly starship comes to Earth. With the help of his Arkestra, he gives the world a musical message at a concert the next day.

Meanwhile, the Overseer snaps a guy out of a coma, then proceeds to inseminate the attending nurses. That’s okay, because Sun Ra had formed a cosmic employment office, complete with a revolving door of hopefuls who, sadly, do not like the pay.

With the youths debating whether Sun Ra is a sell-out, a couple of whiteys kidnap him and try to brainwash him with stereotypical big-band music. The doubting teens find him and get him off the stage to “30 million galaxies” on tap for his message. 

It ends with the world burning in a globe-melting fire, for real.

To be fair, those are just some of the highlights from a film that has a million of them. While Sun Ra is a remarkable musician — and quite the character — he retains a god-like veneer that seems like its riding the line between celebrated messiah and apoplectic cult leader.

Good thing, because no matter what his ethereal bag is, it’s a truly complex, utterly bemudded and completely mesmerizing body of soulful work. And, as far as the movie goes, to see Sun Ra and his Egyptian birdmen driving around town in a stylish convertible as unsuspecting passersby look … well, that must been amazing to view and, years later, watch on television.

If anything, I want to get into Sun Ra’s selected discography. If anyone have strong recommendations, either for physical media or metaphysical waves of sound vibrations, let me know … —Louis Fowler

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The Surfer (2024)

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As The Beach Boys once sang, catch a wave and you’re sittin’ on top of the world. But what happens when you’re prevented from catching a wave, much less a break? That’s the dilemma facing Nicolas Cage’s title character in The Surfer, a single-location thriller shot on the Australian oceanside.

Playing a successful businessman in the throes of a divorce, he’s taken a mental health day to surf with his teen son (Finn Little, Those Who Wish Me Dead) at a special place: by the house he’s purchasing. It’s where the surfer grew up, mere steps from the sacred sand. Trouble is, the beach is overrun by a gang of bullies who operate by a simple code: “Don’t live ’ere, don’t surf ’ere!”

Led by a red-robed and crispy-tanned Julian McMahon (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer), the hooligans deny the surfer entry and steal his board. Running recon from the parking lot atop the hill, the surfer attempts to reclaim what’s his, physically and spiritually, only to be outsmarted at every turn. Just when you think the surfer can’t sink any lower in his attempt to answer the mythic call of the waves, glug glug glug.

With shades of Frank Perry’s The Swimmer, but more akin to Sam Peckinpah’s Straw Dogs at high tide, The Surfer finds Irish director Lorcan Finnegan paying off the visual promise he displayed in Vivarium, a great concept rendered too obtuse — and boring — for its own good. Getting out of that 2019 film’s house and into nature does wonders for him, as well as working with someone else’s script, here by TV writer Thomas Martin, who finds the comedic in the tragic. Vibrant photography from The Babadook cinematographer Radek Ladczuk helps immerse us within Cage’s sun-soaked delirium, prompting questions of how much of what we’re seeing may just be imagined.

One hopes Cage’s much-publicized tax troubles are nearing rearview-mirror status so the supremely gifted actor can continue his comeback tour toward relevance with projects like this and other recents (e.g., Longlegs, Dream Scenario, Color Out of Space) and far, far away from every straight-to-VOD actioner shot in New Orleans. Ever since the 2018 phantasmagoria known as Mandy, I’ve noticed members of the younger generation clamoring for a Cage Freak-Out™ in each picture — and then losing their shit when it arrives. They’ll be pleased to know Finnegan sates their appetite with our hero’s shouted demand of one oppressor, “Eat the rat! Eat it!” 

Hey, whatever gets their butts into seats. Especially for this winner with an ethereal final shot that hits like a missile of emotion. Hang 10. —Rod Lott

Opens in theaters Friday, May 2.

Horror

Sinners (2025)

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With Bong Joon Ho’s Mickey 17, Osgood Perkins’ The Monkey and now Ryan Coogler’s Sinners, 2025 is already the year of dual performances. While Joon Ho and Perkins’ scripts couldn’t keep up with their films’ top stars, Sinners offers a complete package that — much in the way of S. Craig Zahler’s Bone Tomahawk — transforms its B-movie premise to an instant classic.

After surviving World War I and thriving in Chicago’s criminal underground, twins Smoke and Stack (Michael B. Jordan, Black Panther) return to their Mississippi hometown with a stolen fortune in tow. They quickly take their little cousin Sammie (Miles Caton) under their wings as they prepare to convert a dilapidated sawmill in a juke joint. The twins reluctantly reignite old flames, assemble a tight-knit group of employees and prepare for a party the likes of which Clarksdale has never seen or allowed. Meanwhile, an Irish vampire (Jack O’Connell, Ferrari) starts building an undead army out of anyone he can sink his teeth into, starting with a couple of Klan members.

Given the film’s primary location and bullet-ridden bloodsuckers, From Dusk Till Dawn comparisons aren’t out of the questions. Honestly, both flicks skew more action than horror, shifting into a gear that overrides terror with tension. But that’s where their similarities end. Sinners plants its own stake into vampire canon with a vibrant cast, an immersive attention to detail and music that will undoubtedly wind up on more than a few Spotify Wrapped lists.

More than a group of quirky, grizzled players thrown together in a life-or-death situation, Coogler invests a significant amount of time in his first act developing his characters. Slim (Delroy Lindo, 2015’s Point Break) and Annie (Wunmi Mosaku, Deadpool & Wolverine) are notable standouts, the former building the film’s historical and musical foundation, whereas the latter drives Sinners’ emotional and spiritual strength. The red-eyed antagonist is more than a run-of-the-(saw)mill vampire, but an assimilator seeking to devour Black culture, music and being.

In creating this monster, Coogler also raises a fascinating question: If the art a community produces is so compelling, what’s stopping someone from colonizing it, recreating it and ultimately perverting it to the point that its original source is basically lost, like the effect created by so much of Elvis Presley’s music. It casts a shadow over Sinners, and while vampire media has more than a few lame and overly convenient tropes, none of them take too much away from the film. Instead, it wields them in a way that illuminates a complex systemic process and makes it accessible. In other words, Sinners is just as much of an effective social examination as it is a high-octane blockbuster. And surprisingly, neither seems to work against the other.

Any doubt Coogler could direct a compelling original film ends with Sinners. While very much not for children, it feels like the kind of horror flick you could captivate anyone with, like Ron Underwood’s Tremors or John Carpenter’s The Thing. In an era of never-ending content and films that wind up on streaming before anyone knew they had a theatrical run, Sinners helps keep cinema’s blood pumping strong. —Daniel Bokemper

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Comedy

Vulcanizadora (2024)

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It’s difficult to discuss what a movie like Vulcanizadora is about without ruining it for everyone else. So let’s not spoil things! I’ll keep this brief.

Marty (Joshua Burge, 2015’s The Revenant) is a perennial sad sack. His friend, Derek, is a motormouth with a chunk of hair that looks like it leapt from his cranium, clung to his chin and died. The salt to Marty’s vinegar, Derek is played by the film’s writer, director and editor, Joel Potrykus.

Armed with cheap fireworks and a canteen of Jägermeister, they’re taking their first steps on a camping trip like no other, deep into a Michigan forest. Thus begins a slackerpalooza of junk food, spank mags, candle lighters, petty arguments and the stark reality they were ill-prepared for adulthood, so they’ve essentially stayed children.

Their mission? Yes, they actually have one, but this secret sequel to Potrykus’ Buzzard is not about to spoon-feed you those details until it’s damn well ready. And once it is, you won’t be.

Vulcanizadora (Spanish for “tire repair shop,” which figures into the stealth plot) arrives more twisted than a box of garlic knots from the corner store freezer. A two-hander for a majority of its running time, this M-80 of an indie revels in comedy as black as it is bleak. I can’t help but admire what Potrykus achieves in this daring high-wire act. Love it or loathe it, no one is likely to shake its memory. —Rod Lott

Opens in theaters Friday, May 2.

Reading Material

Light into Ink: A Critical Survey of 50 Film Novelizations (Revised and Updated)

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Other than perhaps the practitioners behind them, nobody gets the film novelization better than S.M. Guariento. He acknowledges the general public’s dismissal of the oft-maligned publishing arm (“What the kazoo is to music, so is the novelization to prose,” he writes), then spends 530 pages of Light Into Ink: A Critical Survey of 50 Film Novelizations proving those people wrong.

Like any art form, you encounter both good and bad in the novelization; the joy is finding is what works for you. Guariento’s book is all about his discovery through several dozen examples. First published in 2019, his tome remains held in high regard by yours truly as a thoroughly engaging blend of scholarship and obsession.

Now, a half-decade later, it’s even more so as a Revised and Updated edition with 50 more pages, including an updated intro, several expanded chapters (most notably, The Incredible Melting Man), more cover art and — as if all that weren’t enough — an all-new index and outro. The latter includes Guariento’s list of the 10 best and brings the reader up to speed on his subject’s current resurgence via Severin Films and Encyclopocalypse Publications’ paperbacks for B-horror VHS favorites that never got the novelization treatment.

It bears repeating: more cover art. From thumbnails to full-page images, the hundreds upon hundreds of images are reason enough to merit a purchase, but what struck me the first time around remains: how splendidly written it is — no fandom-level first draft here.

Read my original review for a more in-depth look at the contents. As with that first volume, this Revised and Updated run comes in two flavors: the DeLuxe Edition in full, vibrant color and a more-affordable Midnight offering in black and white. —Rod Lott

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