P2 (2007)

Haven’t seen P1? Me neither, but it’s not required to get right into P2, a somewhat-around-average thriller, written and produced — yet oddly not directed — by Splat Pack member Alexandre Aja (High Tension, The Hills Have Eyes, Mirrors, Piranha 3D).

Rachel Nichols (G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra) unconvincingly plays a ballsy businesswoman whose Christmas Eve plans get ruined when she’s held hostage in her office building’s multilevel parking lot by obsessed attendant Tom (Wes Bentley, American Beauty). When her car won’t start, he “helps” her, starting with knocking her out with a good-ol’-fashioned rag o’ ether.

When Angela comes to, she’s been changed into a white party dress from which her ample breasts struggle to escape, and I’d be lying if I said this decision didn’t hold my attention for the remainder of an otherwise routine film. You’ve seen it before: Weird Guy menaces Hot Girl, Weird Guy kills innocents who wander in, then Hot Girl and Her Talented Boobs finally decide to fight back. What took you so long, Ang? Waiting for that nail to break?

What you might not have seen is how gruesomely the psychotic Tom dispatches one of those innocents. Just watch for the car-vs.-office-chair scene and prepare to wince. Bentley’s career may be like this film’s setting — in the basement — and should be for his Elvis impression, but Nichols’ is on the rise. And no wonder: She’s hot. P2? More like 34C. Zing! —Rod Lott

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30 Days of Night: Dark Days (2010)

By all rights, I should be good and pissed about 30 Days of Night: Dark Days. The direct-to-DVD sequel is based on one of my favorite graphic novels ever, but takes my favorite character from that book and makes him barely more than a disposable catalyst to get the plot moving. In Steve Niles and Ben Templesmith’s printed version, the vampire Dane changes the way we — and Stella, the main character — see the bloodsuckers in the 30 Days of Night world. He’s also the third member of a deliciously morbid love triangle that includes Stella and her dead undead husband.

In director Ben Ketai’s version (although, to be fair, Niles co-wrote the script), Dane simply introduces Stella to a bunch of other vampire hunters and then disappears to let the humans have all the fun. And fun they have, which is why I can’t get angry about it.

Well, they don’t have fun. Not with all the bleeding and dying and smashing friends’ heads in with cement blocks that goes on. But it was gory, gruesome fun for me. And even though the movie takes other, huge liberties with the original story (simplifying some things; completely changing others, like what the vampires are up to), Niles and Ketai came up with a story that, allowed to stand by itself, holds together in an entertaining way.

The film isn’t as visually inventive as David Slade’s 30 Days of Night, but Ketai and his crew have obviously thought about some of the same things that Slade wrestled with, like how to make the movie look like Templesmith’s unique artistic style. They did a nice job of coming up with their own solutions, while also using enough of Slade’s techniques to tie the two movies together visually. —Michael May

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Labyrinth of Death (1988)

Part of Ground Zero Entertainment’s gray-market Black Belt Theatre budget-DVD line, Labyrinth of Death (aka Chess Boxing Matrix) is one of those logic-free, crazy Asian — or “crAsian,” as I now like to call them — movies where you understand so little (even with subtitles) that you can barely remember anything scene to scene.

Here’s what I remember:
• A hopping vampire kid.
DragonBall-style special effects.
• Guys with painted faces.
• Jack and Mark Long presumably doing “chess boxing.”
• The hopping vampire kid peeing in one of the Long brothers’ mouths.
• The hopping vampire kid farting in the face of the other one.
• Some freaky, runty dragon monster.
• Absolutely no labyrinth, of death or of otherwise.
• Being thankful when it was over. —Rod Lott

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Confession Stand with Adrienne Barbeau

Horror film icon Adrienne Barbeau starred in Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death, Silk Degrees and Burial of the Rats.

FLICK ATTACK: Last February, I won a bottle of J&B at a screening of your ex-husband’s remake of The Thing for knowing you played the voice of the chess computer that beats Kurt Russell. Is this impressive, sad or a little of both?

BARBEAU: I think it’s impressive. Might tend to categorize you, though. Maybe you shouldn’t go public with your knowledge.

FLICK ATTACK: Speaking of John Carpenter, the two of you first worked together on the 1978 TV movie Someone’s Watching Me. How different do you think that movie would have been if he had been able to cast you in the lead instead of Lauren Hutton? And did anyone advise you against taking the then-controversial role of an out-of-the-closet lesbian?

BARBEAU: Well, I was shorter than Lauren, that’s one difference. As for playing one of the first lesbian women on television, I don’t think anyone noticed. It didn’t seem controversial at all, certainly no one ever commented on it. Probably because we dealt with it in such a matter-of-fact way.

FLICK ATTACK: You mention in your memoir that, despite earning a Tony nomination for originating the role of Rizzo on Broadway, you’ve never seen the film adaptation of Grease. Considering its ubiquity and annoying tendency to be “rediscovered” every five years or so, this strikes me as being a lot harder than it sounds. Has there ever been an instance where you’ve had to take deliberate action to avoid seeing it or have you somehow organically managed to remain blissfully untouched by it? And would you ever consider watching Grease II? It’s pretty awesome and Maxwell Caul — er, I mean, Michelle Pfeiffer is really dreamy in it.

BARBEAU: I did see part of Grease II on television once. I don’t remember it at all, except for thinking Michelle Pfeiffer was absolutely beautiful and should have a great career ahead of her. And as for never seeing Grease, I think the answer is organically managed to remain blissfully oblivious. That, and changing channels a couple of times on purpose.

FLICK ATTACK: There’s a terrible fire, and both The Love Boat and Fantasy Island are in equal amounts of danger. You guest-starred on both, but only have enough time to save one. What do you do?

BARBEAU: I’ve got to go with Fantasy Island. I mean, where else could I get the opportunity to play a 200-lb. woman opposite Tim Thomerson? Or get rescued by Ricardo Montalban? Besides, I got seasick on The Love Boat and couldn’t wait to disembark.

FLICK ATTACK: You finally got to play the “Kurt Russell” part in the cult horror/comedy The Convent. How fun was it being an action-movie badass?

BARBEAU: I loved it. As soon as Mike Mendez described the role as “a female Snake Plissken,” I said “yes.” Now if only the motorcycle really worked.

FLICK ATTACK: In a review for the 1987 slasher movie Open House, I suggested it was a film “so poorly made, you can even tell that the catering sucked.” Since you were one of the stars, I thought you might let me know if this critical analysis was correct or if I’m just a huge asshole.

BARBEAU: I’ll have to go with your judgment, since I never saw the film. And I’m damned if I can remember the food.

FLICK ATTACK: About your time spent working on The Cannonball Run, you wrote, “My character was simply the crux of a running tit joke: stupid male becomes blithering idiot when faced with exposed mammaries,” and, “All the talent I needed was attached to my breastbone.” Have I already mentioned how much I loved your memoir?

BARBEAU: Wanna be friends on Facebook? —Allan Mott

Mirrors 2 (2010)

Honestly, I’m cool with direct-to-video horror sequels. What they lack in big-name stars, they make up for in gore. See Wrong Turn 3, 30 Days of Night: Dark Days and, now, Mirrors 2.

Looking like Dexter‘s little brother, Nick Stahl plays Max, still grieving over the car-crash death of his fiancé. His dad (William Katt) hires him to be the night watchman of his soon-to-open upscale department store. He’ll be replacing the one whose mirror image happily chewed broken glass, causing his own face and mouth to be cut up.

And so it goes that upper management get killed as they watch their mirror images do gruesome things, such as slicing their own tendons. The best death scene comes when Christy Romano (formerly Disney’s squeaky-clean Kim Possible) meets a really bloody death in the shower after soaping up her new, ugly fake boobs.

While the first half plays like Final Destination in the creative deaths department, the second finds Max and second-half love interest Emmanuelle Vaugiér attempting to solve the riddle behind these gruesome shenanigans. Maybe it makes more sense if you’ve seen the first Mirrors; I haven’t. As director, DTV vet Victor García (Return to House on Haunted Hill) brings visual class to these proceedings, yielding a satisfying fright flick, even if it’s completely void of frights (Katt’s middle-age ponytail notwithstanding). —Rod Lott

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