Week 3.2 – Getting Away With It

Previously: The Voice on the Phone threatened to kill the hostage if the police didn’t dispatch cops to bank immediately. But the police suspected a false alarm, so Digger pulled a pistol on one of the tellers. And now…

Digger aimed the pistol at the ceiling and squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing.

“You’ve got to flip the safety, by your thumb there,” called the guard from the corner.

“Thanks,” Digger said. He flipped the safety, then mouthed “Cover your ears” to Judith. She was barely able to get her hands over her ears before he fired three shots into the ceiling. She blinked and started back as the first shot sounded. The phone didn’t go with her. By the third shot, she was sitting on the floor, her back pressed up against the glass wall of the office, and there were cries of dismay from the cluster of people in the lobby.

“Do you believe her now?” Digger shouted at the telephone handset on the floor. He put the burner phone back up to his ear. “Satisfied?”

“Very,” said the Voice. “The call is going out on dispatch now. I’m sending you the new map.”

Digger put the call on speaker as he brought up the map. It was in approximately the same area as the warehouse where he had awakened less than an hour ago. “You have 27 minutes to get there,” said the Voice. “I’m giving you a couple extra so you can lose any police pursuit. Show up alone, or pop goes the hostage.”

“I still don’t get it,” Digger said. “Why make a big deal out of calling the police to the bank if I’m not supposed to get arrested?”

“Challenge,” said the Voice. Digger was getting very tired of that word. “Stop wasting time. The police are on their way.”

Digger hung up the call and set the pistol on the desk. Judith looked at the pistol as if it were a live bomb set to blow if she so much as breathed. “Sorry,” Digger said.

He turned and went out into the lobby. The knot of people in the corner looked at him fearfully, except for one woman to the left of the security guard. She didn’t spare Digger so much as a glance, being too busy glaring at the guard.

“I hate to make the cops come all the way back here and miss them again,” Digger said as he headed for the door. “But at least this time, you can prove to them it’s not a prank call, right? Sorry for the disturbance.”

He went out the door into the afternoon sunshine, watched by everyone in the bank except one. The guard looked at the woman glaring at him. “What?”

“You’re the security guard,” she said. “You’re supposed to help us, not him.”

“What are you talking about?”

She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her eyes. “Oh, ya gotta flip the safety there, derp-derp-derp.”

The guard’s eyes took on a hurt expression. “I don’t talk like that.”

“Moron.”

Outside, as the wail of sirens drew closer, Digger tucked the bag of cash under his arm and took to the rooftops to make his escape.

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Week 3.1 – Getting Away With It

Last week: Digger was coerced into robbing a bank by a mysterious Voice who had threatened to kill a hostage if his instructions weren’t followed. Digger called the police on his way to the bank, but they dismissed it as a false alarm. And now…

“It was just a misunderstanding, is all,” Digger said to the voice on the phone. He had to keep the guy talking, get a clue to where the hostage was being held. “I just now tripped the alarm. You should hear the call any second now.”

“You’re cutting this awfully close,” said the Voice.

As Digger was about to answer, the phone rang in the manager’s office. “Just don’t do anything rash, okay?” Digger said. “Trust me, the cops will be here in just a few minutes to arrest me, just like you wanted.”

The manager’s phone rang again. “I don’t want you arrested,” said the Voice. “As soon as I hear the call, I’ll send you a new map to show you where to bring the money.”

“And where would that be?” Digger asked. “How much time will I have to get there?”

“You’ll find that out when and if I decide not to kill this hostage,” said the Voice, then added something that sounded like, “don’t get cute” through the continued ringing of the phone.

“Hang on,” Digger said and turned toward the knot of people in the corner. “Could somebody get that?”

An older woman who looked like the senior manager stood up, but Digger shook his head. “She’s closer,” he said, pointing at Judith. “Would you mind?”

“Okay,” Judith said and headed toward a glassed-in office.

“Sorry,” Digger said into his phone. “I thought you wanted me to get arrested. You told me to make sure I tripped the alarms.”

“You misunderstood,” said the Voice. “What good is it to have you rob a bank if you don’t bring me the money?”

“I just thought you were trying to ruin my reputation,” Digger said.

“Yes, that’s right,” came Judith’s voice from the other room. “We’re being robbed.”

“Why would I care about your reputation?” asked the Voice.

“That was the whole point, you said!” Digger tried to keep from shouting. He still had to stay more or less on the guy’s good side. “Didn’t you? Something about being willing to ruin my reputation for a total stranger?”

“No, it’s not another false alarm,” Judith said. “Because I just watched him take the money out of the cash drawers, that’s why!”

“I also said I’d kill this man if I didn’t hear police dispatched to the bank,” said the Voice, “and the deadline passed 45 seconds ago.”

“No, wait!” Digger said. “The alarm has been activated. They should dispatch somebody any second now.”

“No, I’m standing here looking right at him!” Judith said. “What do you mean, how can you know that?”

“Hang on,” Digger said into his phone and walked toward the office where Judith was arguing.

“Would you believe me if I put him on the phone?” Judith asked as Digger drew near. “What do you mean, he could be anybody?”

She rolled her eyes at Digger, hands spread helplessly, then flinched back as Digger lifted the guard’s pistol, his finger on the trigger.

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Super Movies – Ghost Rider

Continuing our Halloween Cavalcade of Heroes Who Are Monsters, let’s take a look back at 2007’s Ghost Rider. Written and directed by Mark Steven Johnson, the man who earlier brought us Ben Affleck as Daredevil, Ghost Rider tells the story of Johnny Blaze, carnival stunt rider who becomes the Devil’s bounty hunter.

The film opens with the legend of the Ghost Rider, a cowboy who stole a contract from the Devil: a contract for 1000 souls. The legend doesn’t explain exactly why the contract is so important or what would happen if the Devil got hold of it.

Fast forward to about 10 years ago, where young Johnny Blaze (Matt Long) is a motorcycle stunt rider in a carnival show with his father Barton (Brett Cullen, better known to fans of Lost as Goodwin). Johnny’s a good-hearted kid whose looks are only marred by his bad haircut and his penchant for pointing dramatically.

Johnny is in love with Roxanne, but her father is sending her away because he doesn’t think Johnny is good enough for her. According to Roxanne, her father thinks Johnny is “just a face” (okay, she actually says “phase,” but between her accent and what happens to his face later, I like my version better).

But before Johnny and Roxanne can act on their plan to run away together, Johnny learns his dad has cancer and is doomed to die. And that night, he is visited by a mysterious man in black–Mephistopheles, the Devil himself  (Peter Fonda).

He gets Johnny to agree to a bargain: in exchange for Johnny’s soul, Mephistopheles will restore his father’s health. Of course, the bargain goes bad. The very day that Barton’s health is restored, he dies in a crash during his act. Johnny runs away from the circus and Roxanne.

Fast forward another ten years. Johnny Blaze (now played by Nicolas Cage) is a super-successful celebrity, the greatest motorcycle stuntman ever. He makes incredible jumps with flawless, uh…

Okay, he kind of sucks. On the other hand, he still does the pointing, like a bad Vegas Elvis impersonation.

And see, most of us, when we age, our faces look mostly the same, but our hairstyle changes with the times. Blaze’s face completely changes, but his hairstyle stays the same, so we know who it is. His assistant Mac, played by Donal Logue, obviously wants desperately to get out of this movie.

It’s a weird performance by Cage. Everything about his performance is mannered and overthought. Blaze avoids the trauma of his past by watching monkeys on TV, listening to the Carpenters, and “drinking” jellybean cocktails.  And in pretty much every scene, he just seems lost, like he just got out of bed and is desperately trying to wake up enough to understand what people are saying.

Meanwhile, in the desert, there’s this demon named Blackheart (Wes Bentley), who summons some weird elemental henchmen to help him search for the legendary contract. And here is the second huge problem for the movie, because no matter how much they try to make him look scary by morphing fangs and shit on his face, I just cannot take this guy seriously.

Back to Johnny, where, right before his biggest jump ever, who should come back into his life but Roxanne (Eva Mendes), all grown up, beautiful and graceful and, uh…

Erm. Okay, in this scene, she’s kind of awkward and wearing a shapeless dress that doesn’t complement her figure at all. But in other scenes, she, um… Let’s face it, she’s pretty awful. At least she shows some cleavage.

So she has the world’s most awkward interview with Blaze, who is seriously on drugs or something, because he seems not to realize what a TV camera is or why it’s pointed at him. And then she leaves, and Johnny chases after her, but not before leaping his cycle over 6 helicopters.

Just before the jump, we have possibly the only good character moment in the entire film, when Mac exasperatedly asks Johnny why he wants to jump helicopters. There’s a quick flashback, and then Johnny says, “My dad thought it’d be cool.”

And Mac has to admit that it is cool. And for just a couple of seconds, in this almost two hours of movie, you have what looks like two real guys having an honest moment together. And then the moment passes, and you’re back to having a Nicolas Cage-shaped hole where the main character should be, papered over with weird mannerisms.

So Johnny and Roxanne make a date, which is the devil’s cue to show up before they can meet. Peter Fonda gets the opportunity to make a meta-joke by saying “Nice bike…”

See, Johnny Blaze’s chopper is modeled after the Captain America chopper Peter Fonda rode in Easy Rider.

At least it gives Johnny the chance to point dramatically again.

Seriously, this is going to be a major recurring element of the story. I wish I were kidding.

So while Roxanne is getting drunk at a restaurant and playing with her Magic 8-Ball while waiting for Johnny (I wish that were a euphemism), Johnny ends up being transported to a rail yard where Blackheart has started his search. And the initial transformation looks painful and spectacular, but once again, Cage’s performance steps on it because he does this weird ass maniacal laugh midway through.

Finally we have the Ghost Rider in all his flaming skull glory. And yeah, still pointing.

He kills one of Blackheart’s elemental henchmen, and then transforms his motorcycle into a special flaming demon bike.

He then takes out a random thug mugging a girl, so we can see his special power, the Penance Stare, which (like the Crow’s 30 hours of pain trick last week) inflicts the pain of his victims on the aggressor. And leaves his eyeballs all burned and crusty.

By dawn, he finally ends up passed out in front of his father’s grave, in a graveyard run by a mysterious caretaker who knows way too much about Ghost Riders, if you know what I mean.

Sam Elliott is pretty good in the role. Luckily, it’s written in such a way that he really only needs to be Sam Elliott, so he’s got an advantage over the other cast members who have to play real characters.

Johnny goes back home and studies his reference books on the supernatural, which tell him that “the host can gain control of the possessing spirit through concentration on and manipulation of the fire element that exists within man.”

Sounds like new age gobbledy-gook, right? But Johnny merely holds out his hand and says, “I am speaking to the fire element within me. Give me control over the possessing spirit.”

Wow, that was easy. Roxanne shows up and there’s an awkward scene between them with one of the least romantic kisses ever. These two have absolutely no chemistry at all. She leaves, just in time to miss Johnny getting arrested. Because the cops found his license plate in a street full of blown up cars. Pretty flimsy, but then what’s new about that with this movie?

The cops interrogate him, then throw him in jail, where there’s more laughing…

And more pointing…

And then the Ghost Rider escapes the cops by, among other things, driving straight up the side of a building.

He kills the wind elemental demon on the roof, then escapes to the graveyard again where the caretaker tries to convince him to abandon all ties to humans. But he loves Roxanne and won’t leave without saying goodbye. Which of course walks him right into a trap, whereby Blackheart defeats him rather easily–the Penance Stare doesn’t work on him, since he has no soul. Blackheart kidnaps Roxanne and tells Blaze to deliver the contract to the town of San Veganza by the next morning.

Johnny returns to the graveyard, where he learns what we already knew–that the caretaker is actually Carter Slade, the previous Ghost Rider. And then we get the movie’s Supreme Moment of Cool as both Ghost Riders ride out side-by-side to deliver the contract.

Unfortunately, it ends up turning into a Supreme Moment of Stupid as Slade tells Johnny he can’t stay for the fight. Seriously, why ride all this way and then just leave?

Johnny heads into town alone, battling the water dude on the way. As Johnny stumbles out of the water, exhausted and disoriented, his bike is waiting for him and revs at him impatiently. His bike is a dick.

Johnny delivers the contract to Blackheart, who summons all the town’s lost souls to him and becomes the supremely powerful Legion.

But with the help of Roxanne and Slade’s shotgun, Johnny is able to overcome Blackheart. It doesn’t hurt that the infusion of souls renders him vulnerable to the Penance Stare. In the end, Mephistopheles appears again, offering to let Johnny out of his contract (and incidentally take away Johnny’s powers). Johnny refuses… and points.

If I were Roxanne I would be really pissed at Johnny for choosing me last a third time. But who cares? Movie’s over, right? Thank God.

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Out of the Vault – The Mask

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. This was supposed to be a Halloween celebration, featuring Heroes Who Are Monsters. Isn’t The Mask the nerd who turns into a cartoon character in that goofy Jim Carrey movie? What’s monstrous about him?

Well, here’s the thing: you’re thinking about the movie. But the movie was based on a comic book, and the comic book was a vastly different animal.

Written by John Arcudi and drawn by Doug Mahnke (at least in its first few incarnations), The Mask followed the adventures of a series of characters who come into possession of a magical mask which transforms the wearer into what is basically a Warner Brothers-style cartoon character, with two major differences. Continue reading

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Week 2.5 – Two Hours Ago (Give or Take)

Previously: Digger announced his intention to rob a bank. Will he actually go through with it?

The guard made as if to reach for the gun, but Digger popped the Drillers into preheat. They powered up with a snap and a rising whine that startled the guard and convinced him to back up a step. Other people in the lobby noticed the sound and turned toward Digger.

He leaped easily up onto the counter and spoke loudly so everyone could hear. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I have to rob this bank, and I’m afraid I’m on a tight schedule, so I can’t afford to wait my turn. So if everyone will move back from the tellers’ windows and into the corner there? Thank you. Feel free to take pictures to show your friends later.”

The crowd of customers moved toward the indicated spot, along with the guard and the bank’s managers who had emerged from their offices. Digger squatted down by the nearest teller. He squinted at her name tag.

“Okay, Judith, here’s what I need you to do,” he said. “I need you to dump the trash out of that waste basket there and bring me the liner.

“Oh, you don’t want that one,” Judith said. “Charlene’s got a summer cold. It’s full of tissues.”

“That’s exactly the one I want. Dump it.”

She stepped over to the waste basket, disgust evident on her face. She turned it over awkwardly, and had to slap the bottom a few times to get the last tissue to dislodge. “Seriously, gross,” she said as she brought the empty plastic bag back to Digger.

“Not a problem, Judith,” Digger said. “I really don’t care if the money gets dirty. Now empty your drawer into the bag.”

She pulled open her cash drawer, pulled out the packets of bills and dumped them into the bag. All except  one stack on the far right. “That one, too,” Digger said, gesturing with the pistol he still held upside down by the grip.

“Oh, you don’t want that one,” Judith said.

“Why not?”

“Cause that’s the dummy packet?” she said, answering him while making it sound like a question. “The bills are marked, and when you pull it out, it sends out an alarm.”

“So you’re looking out for me, is that it?” Digger asked.

Judith blushed. “Well, you are a hero. I mean, you saved us all.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” Digger said. “But what you don’t know about me is how very, very greedy I am. I don’t want to leave a penny behind.”

He reached down and snatched the dummy packet out of the drawer and dropped it in the bag. Digger winked at the shocked Judith and went to the next teller. The phone in his pocket rang. He fished it out and held it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Why did the police come on the radio and say the robbery was a false alarm?” asked the Voice.  “Did you think I was joking about killing this hostage?

What will happen next? Will Digger get away with the money? Will the hostage die? Be here Monday for another exciting chapter!

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Week 2.4 – Two Hours Ago (Give or Take)

Previously: Digger called 911 to report an impending bank robbery: his own.

“Excuse me?” asked the dispatcher. “Did you say you were going to rob a bank?”

“MCP National downtown,” Digger said. “I’ll be there in about 20 minutes, give or take. Send cops.”

“Wait, you’re telling me ahead of time that you’re going to rob a bank?” the dispatcher said, unbelieving.

“I have no choice,” Digger said. “There’s this hostage, see…”

The phone beeped and he glanced at the screen. Incoming call. He answered it.

“The phone has limited minutes,” said the Voice. “Stop wasting them or he dies.”

*click*

Digger switched back to 911. “Sorry, I can’t talk any more.”

“Did you say you’re holding hostages in the bank?”

“No, I’m… Long story. Look, just send cops, okay? This sucks.”

He pocketed the phone and leaped across a broad avenue to the building on the other side of the street, hearing gasps of wonder beneath him as he passed overhead. The sounds turned to cheers as he sped away.

It had been like this ever since Hell on Earth. Gigantic images of him had appeared around the globe, visible to nearly everyone in the world, showing his defeat of the man who had caused it. In the weeks since, people who had once greeted his appearance with a “meh” now cheered as he passed by.

There were no police cars waiting when he arrived at the bank, panting and sweaty. The run had taken more out of him than he had expected. He checked the time on the phone as he dropped down to the street. Eighteen minutes–he had three minutes to spare.

Except that they weren’t to spare. The kidnapper needed to hear the robbery announced on the police band. Where the hell were the cops?

He pushed through the doors into the lobby. “You’re too late,” said the teller by the door.

“What?” Digger asked, panting.

“Yeah, the cops were just here,” said the guard who stepped up to talk to him. He looked more closely at Digger’s face. “Man, what happened to you? You run all the way here or what?”

“Yeah. What about the cops?”

“Well, they came in here asking a bunch of questions about a robbery and hostages,” the guard said. “I told them it was a false alarm, and they left. Didn’t look too happy about being pranked either.”

Digger sighed. “Why did you tell them it was a false alarm?”

“Because there weren’t no robbery,” said the guard. “To tell you the truth, I’m a little surprised they called you in on this. I mean, I know you’ve stopped bank robberies before, but usually not until they’ve really gone bad. I’m surprised they would have called you in so early, on account of the way you blow stuff up and all.”

“Yeah, well see, the thing is, they didn’t call me,” Digger said. “I called them.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Digger’s hand moved suddenly. A moment later, he held the guard’s gun upside down in his fist. “I’m the one robbing the bank.”

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Week 2.3 – Two Hours Ago (Give or Take)

Previously: Digger was ordered by a mysterious voice on a video monitor to rob a bank, or else a hostage would die.

“I don’t even know where it is!” Digger protested. “Or where I am, for that matter.”

“The phone on the table has the route,” said the Voice. “Go.”

Digger noticed the small black phone on the table next to the TV. Probably a burner–disposable, untraceable without special powers. As he was reaching for it, he paused.

Someone was standing behind the man in the chair, almost completely hidden in a shadowy corner. Stray light reflecting off the bomb collar had briefly revealed a bit of sleeve and a hand. The man was big, wearing a charcoal-colored suit with what looked like blue surgical gloves on his hands.

As Digger was looking more closely to see if he could catch another glimpse, the Voice said, “Why are you still there? Move! Or should I demonstrate my seriousness?”

“Damn it,” Digger muttered. He turned and ran.

He burst through the doors into early afternoon sunlight as he waited for the phone to boot up. He tapped the icon for the GPS app, and a map came up with a line in red from a nearly abandoned industrial park by the airport to a bank downtown. It would be impossible to run that far at normal speed, and tough to make the trip within the time limit even in a car, given the traffic downtown. Luckily, those weren’t his only options.

He turned and ran straight toward the bank as near as he could. As he neared the building on the far side of the street, he bounded 30 feet up, somersaulted, and planted his feet solidly against the wall. Then he just kept running straight up.

Running up walls was hard, and it had taken him weeks to learn the proper gait. The thing that defines a run from a walk is that the runner’s feet both leave the ground. Running is essentially a series of small leaps, with gravity pulling the runner back down into contact with the ground for the next step.

On a wall, it was all too easy to push off too far to allow your next step to reach the surface, and you would fall. Digger had to make sure that he was pushing more “forward” than “up” and keep his knees bent to allow his next step to make contact. He almost seemed to glide rather than run, and if it weren’t for his enhanced strength, his ankles might not have been up to the task. Once he got the hang of it, though, it was a hell of a lot faster than climbing with his hands. And running in a straight line across rooftops, leaping across the streets, was a hell of lot faster than following the street route the phone was telling him to take.

He was going to make it in time.  Then what?

The phone. He closed the map and dialed 911.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” asked a bored voice.

“I’m on my way to rob a bank,” Digger said.

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Week 2.2 – Two Hours Ago (Give or Take)

Previously: Digger came to in a warehouse after a painful encounter with Judy Buckle, the Crime Clown.

“Look at the screen and tell me what you see,” said the Voice.

“A blur,” Digger said, “with a head.”

“People say you’re funny,” said the Voice.

“I try.” Pain knifed through Digger’s head as he tried to focus on the bright screen. His vision was clearing, though. It was a man sitting in a chair. It looked as if his hands were tied behind his back.

“I didn’t say I think you’re funny.”

“That’s why I didn’t say ‘thank you,’” Digger answered. Yes, definitely a guy tied to a chair, with a gag in his mouth and a really thick neck. “Your tastes run toward bondage, I see.”

“Shut up and listen carefully,” said the Voice. “You are to proceed to the MCP National Bank and rob the money from the tellers’ drawers within 24 minutes. Don’t bother to avoid alarms. I will be monitoring emergency channels, and if I don’t hear the police being dispatched to the bank within the allotted time, I will detonate the bomb strapped to this man’s neck.”

Digger rubbed at his eyes and looked at the monitor more closely. The guy didn’t have a thick neck; there was some sort of gray plastic box under the guy’s chin, secured to his neck with a plastic-sleeved cable like you’d use to secure a bike. The man’s chubby face strained around the gag, and his eyes were wide with terror.

“You wouldn’t… Wait a second,” Digger said, looking more closely. “Who the hell is that guy?”

“He’s nobody,” said the Voice. “Nobody you know, anyway. That’s the point. You’re the hero of the world after that Hell on Earth fiasco. Everybody loves you. But people are fickle. Would you dare to sully your reputation for the sake of some random stranger? And will people still love you enough to give you the benefit of the doubt if you commit a crime?”

“That’s… You’re a douchebag.”

“The douchebag who’s calling the shots,” said the Voice. “Do as you’re told and everything will be fine. Refuse and this gentleman loses 12 cubic inches of neck.”

The man in the chair flinched and whined at the words.

“How can I be sure you’re telling the truth? How do I know that’s really a bomb?”

“Put it to the test,” said the Voice. “Use your Driller Beam Generators to punch a hole in the wall, and see what happens.”

“My Drillers?” Digger looked down at his hands and the blinking devices strapped to the energy units on his forearms. “What are these things?”

“Seismometers,” said the Voice. “They detect sudden jolts. If you use your Drillers, they’ll send a signal to the bomb, setting it off.”

“What’s the point of that?”

“Challenge,” said the Voice, his amusement audible even through the electronic distortion. “They’re calibrated so that a regular punch won’t set them off, only a Driller blast.”

“You’re so generous,” Digger said.

“And you’re wasting time,” said the Voice. “You now have 22 minutes to rob the bank.”

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Week 2.1 – Two Hours Ago (Give or Take)

Last week: Superhero Digger was in hot pursuit of small-time crook Jeff Twain, while fellow superhero Flexo Thompson was after Digger. Digger stood accused of robbing a bank, but claimed he was set up. Was he? Two hours ago…

Digger came to in a cool, dark room. Dust tickled his nose, along with the oily reek of the Army surplus cot he lay on. He sat up and put a hand to his aching head. A red LED winked at him from the ceiling in the corner.

What the hell had happened?

The last thing he remembered was… what? Getting zapped in an alley. No, before that, he was at the Traveler’s Tavern having a beer. The guy next to him got up to leave, and a moment later, Digger saw a flash of color in the mirror over the bar.

When he looked more closely, he saw that it was a clown woman–rainbow wig, whiteface make-up, ginormous balloon boobs under a minidress made up of alternating purple and yellow diamonds, fishnet stockings, outrageously tall platform shoes. Their eyes met once again in the mirror as he realized who she was: Judy Buckle, the Crime Clown.

Except that “she” wasn’t a she, really. The first time they’d run into each other, he had called himself Alien Nate, and the last time, he was a guy named Buddy Buckle. Both times, he had stolen valuable treasures with Digger’s inadvertent help. His only power was the ability to change clothes–or switch between alternate bodies, each with its own set of clothes, which amounted to the same thing–but he made up for his lack of power with cleverness and careful planning.

If he was here, taunting Digger, it could only mean that he had some new job he was planning, but Digger wouldn’t fall for it this time. He wouldn’t let himself be fast-talked. Buckle was going straight to jail or to the hospital.

Buckle tottered out the door on his stripper heels as Digger got up to go after him. Digger swayed for a moment and caught himself against the bar stool. He’d stood up too fast, apparently, although he didn’t think he’d had that many beers. How many had it been?

Didn’t matter. Buckle mattered. He stumbled to the door, ignoring Jill’s voice behind him. The door was the important thing, the only thing, as his vision narrowed to see only that. He went out the door, heard the clack of heels going around the corner into the alley beside the bar. He lurched after the sound, stumbled around the corner, and got zapped by a  ridiculously large stun gun. Everything went black, and now here he was.

Which was where, exactly? Some kind of warehouse or…

He blinked as bright light hit him from the right. He flinched away from the sudden glare, then turned toward it, squinting. It was some kind of video screen, but he couldn’t tell more; his eyes, well adapted for the darkness of tunnels, had trouble adjusting to bright light.

“Finally awake, I see,” said a distorted voice over a speaker. “It’s about time.”

“Who are you?” Digger asked.

“The man who’s giving the orders,” said the voice. “Shut up and pay attention.”

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Super Movies – The Crow

In 1994, Miramax Pictures released the film adaptation of The Crow. They were not the original studio. Paramount was originally supposed to distribute the film, but they dropped out after star Brandon Lee was killed in an accident on the set.

No one was sure what to expect of the film as it got ready to open nationwide. There were little red flags all over it–based on an obscure comic book, director mainly known for music videos, star dead, delays in release and studio changes. None of these things inspired confidence in the film.

But the film itself turned out much better than feared.

The story has been streamlined from the comic book version, and yes, made more conventional, but this is not a bad thing. As discussed yesterday, the comic had a kind of randomness to it that would not work as well in a film. But for fans of the comic, it does preserve several iconic scenes, some dialogue, and most importantly, the stupid gang names.

The story opens in Hell. Okay, Detroit. But seriously, the burning buildings and red sky make the difference negligible. Plus an onscreen graphic tells us that this is “Devil’s Night.” And there’s some narration about a crow being the messenger between the land of the living and the land of the dead.

The dead being Eric Draven (Lee). Officer Albrecht (played by former Ghostbuster Ernie Hudson) is in Draven’s apartment. Draven is dead and his fiancee Shelly Webster is critically wounded and bleeding out; she won’t survive much longer. Albrecht, a former detective, suspects more than just random violence.

However, the lead detective on the case tells Albrecht to mind his own business, so he does. Fast forward one year.

Young tween Sarah visits the graves of Eric and Shelly. As she turns to leave, a crow lands on Eric’s gravestone.

Alex Proyas knows how compose a visually striking shot. The film looks really good: excellent compositions and tons of atmosphere. The crow taps his beak on the gravestone and pretty soon, Eric Draven bursts up from underground. He rips off his burial suit, giving us all a good look at the fruits of Brandon Lee’s workout regimen.

Draven stumbles back to his apartment, where he puts on his old costume from his rock band days and paints his face like a mime, leading to the big reveal (a scene constructed after Brandon Lee’s death by superimposing his face on a body double).

Meanwhile, the guys responsible for Draven’s death are partying in preparation for setting the city on fire again the next night. The villains are a weakness. Like the comic, they have silly names like T-Bird and Tin-Tin, and they serve the same function as the teenage victims in slasher movies like Friday the 13th–as interchangeable victims of vengeance. The one thing that’s memorable about them: they’re all morons.

They like to get drunk, pump their fists in the air and shout “Fire it up! Fire it up!”

So Eric starts his rampage of justice. First he kills the knife-wielding Tin-Tin. From there, the trail leads to a pawn shop run by the greedy Gideon (Jon Polito). From there, Draven escapes a run-in with Officer Albrecht, then confronts drug addict Fun Boy, who shoots him in the hand.

With every encounter, Eric becomes more comfortable with his supernatural powers. The hole in his hand closes up in short order. Eric uses his powers to purge the morphine from Fun Boy’s girlfriend, Darla (who happens to be Sarah’s mom), then kills Fun Boy.

Meanwhile, the big boss, Top Dollar (played by Michael Wincott) is hearing about Draven’s reign of terror from Gideon.  Top and his creepy half-sister Myca (Bai Ling) have threesomes with prostitutes, after which Myca steals their eyes for occult rituals.

Eric kills off the second-to-last gang member, T-Bird, by blowing up his car. And in the process, we get this iconic shot that has been much imitated since.

The final gang member flees to Top Dollar’s club for protection as Top is meeting with the city’s gang leaders to give orders for the annual Devil’s Night arson spree. And there is one of those perfect movie moments where all the elements come together right before the big confrontation. The camera swoops through a miniature city to approach the club as the music builds before we cut inside  to pandemonium…

If the opening shot of the film evoked Hell, now we see what Hell truly is. The music, the lighting, the bodies jammed together, combined with the film’s theme of supernatural retribution, all combine to give this moment of lost souls writhing on the dance floor. Meanwhile, upstairs, Eric shows up to claim the life of the final member of the gang that killed him. But to get him, he has to fight his way through a bunch of heavily armed thugs.

It’s a brilliant sequence. Just don’t watch it more than once, or the seams start to show.

The undead, and therefore invulnerable Eric defeats the assembled gang leaders and kills his target, but Top Dollar and Myca escape. His mission finished, Eric escapes from the police (with the help of Officer Albrecht) and heads back to the churchyard where he was buried.

Unfortunately, Top Dollar and Myca have figured out Eric’s one weakness and decide to turn it against him, using Sarah as bait. Eric and Albrecht are seriously wounded, but Eric fights on, leading to a final confrontation atop the church. Top Dollar admits to Eric that he gave the orders that led to Shelly’s death. So Eric hits him with the psychic pain of Shelly’s 30-hour ordeal on the operating table.

Top falls off the roof and dies. Eric’s vengeance is complete.

Overall, the film is good, stylish and action-packed, with a moving performance by Lee. The writing isn’t great (although it’s way better than the comic). There are too many characters too briefly sketched, with hit-and-miss dialogue. The movie managed to thrive in spite of its weaknesses in part because of the excellent visuals and soundtrack, in part because of the visceral appeal of the revenge storyline, in part because of interesting performances by Lee and Wincott and Polito, but also because of the incredible irony of Lee’s death in an accidental shooting while making a movie in which his character is immune to bullets.

As of this writing, the movie can be watched for free on Hulu here (as well as the sequels, but seriously, don’t waste your time on them).

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