You Gave Me Such a Fright Night!

Shall I start this by saying I was not going to review this film. No intention whatsoever. I mainly planned on seeing it to celebrate David Tennant's first major Hollywood role and so I dragged along a good friend and off we went, donning our "Real-D" glasses. It soon became apparent that not only was I going to review this film, but I am duty-bound to do just that.

For those of you who didn't see or ever hear of the first one, this is a vampire movie! Spoiler. The vampires are not very nice. And head vampire Jerry (Colin Farrell) has moved in right next door to our hero, Charlie (Anton Yelchin). To save his mother (Toni Collette) and girlfriend (Imogen Poots), Charlie seeks the help of Peter Vincent (David Tennant), who is sort of a Criss Angel parody. And so the match is set, the war waged, and off we are on a lovely little adventure!

Every film starts with a script, and the writing of Fright Night is tight knit and funny. On more than one occasion I found myself first stricken with laughter and then suddenly heart all a flutter in suspense in a lovely sort of dance. Pacing was right on and everything fits tidily into 106 minutes. 

The actors fully absorb the words and make them their own; not a bad performance out of the lot. And keep your eye open for a certain Franco's younger brother and the original Jerry. The characters aren't exactly multi-dimensional, but they're nicely fleshed out for the genre. Yelchin constructs a strong but sensitive kid trying to define who he is and is opposed nicely by Farrell's self-centered, creepy vamp-tramp king. 

Supporting cast are all a riot - Christopher Mintz-Plasse makes an appearance as Ed, a childhood friend Charlie left behind, and David Tennant is endearing and pretty hilarious as the scallawag with a haunted past. And a shoutout for my ladies! Toni Collette is lovely as usual portraying a mother who refreshingly pays attention to her son and Imogen Poots takes what could have been a standard "oh I'm a frightened teen girl" to the girl you want her to be.

All in all, this is a nice little feather for director Craig Gillespie's odd hat. And this brings me to why I'm reviewing this. I wrote this film off for a few reasons. First of all, it's been released at the end of the summer against no real competition. Second, it was not released at Halloween. Third, given both those things, the film hasn't done well. And what a shame! I think the distributors made a real mistake not holding out for a Halloween release. What fun it'd be to stay up late and go get scared with this movie in the autumn frenzy of All Hallow's Eve! This is my attempt to save this movie - GO SEE IT!

8/10

Who Are You (Who, Who)

So I'm breaking from the normal critique to give you folks an editorial tonight. With the second half of series six of Doctor Who premiering this coming Saturday on BBC America, I thought it'd be fun to share my thoughts on the different Doctors. For the sake of brevity, we'll just be focusing on the two most recent.

There's the constant question. Which Doctor is better, best, more likable. They are constantly being compared to each other. I don't think that's the right way to look at it. When the Doctor regenerates, yes he changes physically, but there's very clearly psychological change that takes place. And let's think about it this way - if you died, something would change about you too. You might be grateful, pissed, resentful, overjoyed, relieved. About a million different emotions go into it.

Working chronologically, when David Tennant's Doctor arrives, we find him re-awakened. Christopher Eccleston's portrayal is sardonic, angry, and in a lot of denial about the events of the Time War. By the time he regenerates to Tennant, we find that he's moved on to deep sorrow balanced out by a brilliantly curious quirkiness. This is a Doctor who grins like he means it. He says things like "alonzi," eager for plain fun adventure. He handles his foes with less anger and more of a controlled contempt for violence than anything.

Through three seasons, we peel away the layers of this Doctor who thoroughly enjoys life. We find that beneath his jovial exterior beat two very feeling hearts. By making himself more amiable, more accessible to love, he's made himself more open to heartbreak as well. He constantly must tear open the wounds in order to save the people he loves, right to the very end. And that's the kind of thing that changes a man...or Time Lord. Towards the end, we see the Doctor trying to figure out exactly who and what he is, and in one of the most heart-wrenching moments of the show, he's not ready to leave when it's his time to go. He's not done; but it's time.

And so Tennant's Doctor dies and Matt Smith's Doctor is born from the ashes. (This is also the point when the Doctor Who torch is passed on from Russel T. Davies to Steven Moffat, so obviously writing styles are different and things will change. I do not wish to compare these writers; I think they're both great and accomplish(ed) different things with their work.) Right away, there's something a bit mad about him. It's no longer quirky, it's aloof bordering on insanity. And then there's the anger. I personally think the madness is a defense mechanism, hiding the anger deep away inside. If he can deflect long enough, maybe he won't think about all the pain he endured so recently to save his beloved planet Earth. But that anger sits just below the surface - do anything to make it bubble through and instantly regret it.

A line Matt Smith repeats, "Never had that before," seems to be apt for the changes present in this Doctor. He's never been quite this angry, quite this vengeful, or confrontational. He's lost the people he loves before and now heaven help anybody who comes between him and his companions. I think if this wasn't balanced out with Matt Smith's incredible ability to act like a six year old and nine hundred year old at the same time, we'd lose our affection for him from time to time. He pushes the limits sometimes, but hey, the best heroes do.

So for all those imdb message board trolls going, "Tennant is way better, bring him back," or "No, you suck monkey brains, Matt Smith is the best ever," let's all try and remember that you're basically trying to compare performances of two different characters. And that never really works. So just enjoy them both and get on with enjoying this fantastic show.