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Showing posts with label Sleepy Hollow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleepy Hollow. Show all posts

Saturday, October 24, 2015

The Headless Horseman Needs To Smoke Weed

Hallowe'en is coming, so my remaining posts for the month will fit the occasion. I start off with a film review, for Sleepy Hollow by Tim Burton. I might end up having my name put on the enemies list by the Casper Van Dien Fan Club though.


“Their heads weren’t found severed. Their heads were not found at all.” ~ Reverend Steenwyck 
“The heads are... gone?” ~ Ichabod Crane 
“Taken. Taken by the Headless Horseman. Taken back to Hell.” ~ James Hardenbrook

“The horseman was a Hessian mercenary sent to the shores by German princes to keep Americans under the yoke of England. But unlike his compatriots, who came for money, the horseman came for love of carnage.” ~ Baltus Van Tassel

 “I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.” ~ Katrina Van Tassel

“Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue.” ~ Ichabod Crane


Back in 1820 Washington Irving wrote the short story The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, a story ideal for Hallowe’en, following a schoolteacher who comes to a quiet village with many a ghost story. The tale has been adapted many times for stage, movies, and television, including a current series. In 1999, director Tim Burton took on the story in a screenplay loosely adapted from Irving’s original tale and given Burton’s eccentric signature style, in the film Sleepy Hollow.


The film opens in the New York City of 1799, where a police constable, Ichabod Crane (Johnny Depp) is sent by his superiors to the hamlet of Sleepy Hollow to look into a number of brutal slayings where the victims have been beheaded. Crane reaches the hamlet, meeting the bewitching Katrina Van Tassel (Christina Ricci), the resentful Brom Van Brunt (Casper Van Dien), and Katrina’s stepmother Mary Van Tassel. He confers with the elders of the area, Baltus Van Tassel (Michael Gambon), Magistrate Samuel Philipse (Richard Griffiths), Reverend Steenwyck (Jeffrey Jones), Dr. Thomas Lancaster (Ian McDiarmid), and Notary James Hardenbrook (Michael Gough). They explain that the killer is an undead murderer from the Revolutionary period, a ghostly headless Hessian with a taste for slaughter.


Crane isn’t convinced. He’s a man of deduction and reason and what he sees are tales told around the fireplace meant to frighten little children, not facts and evidence. That said, he’s a bit on edge in the gloomy, dark hamlet, and encounters the Horseman himself, an experience that makes him a believer. While he investigates the case and uncovers secrets (with the able assistance of Masbeth (Marc Pickering), an orphaned boy whose father was killed by the Horseman, Crane is drawn closer to Katrina. And all the while, a cursed spectre rides the trails in the woods.


The film had been in the works for some years, first as an idea by makeup artist Kevin Yagher, who wrote the concept with Andrew Kevin Walker. The two would end up pitching the concept to studios, and ultimately Tim Burton ended up directing. Walker fashioned the screenplay, with some uncredited work done by Tom Stoppard, taking the original story by Irving and going in a different direction (with nods towards the source material spread throughout). The film definitely lends itself strongly to the supernatural, where the original tale left things open ended, with a cursed ghost, the idea of magic, and the feeling of foreboding running throughout the movie. And there are influences throughout of the Hammer era of horror films, from actors to atmosphere.


The film was shot in studios and locations in Britain, where sets were constructed and the entire village itself was built. Filming was done with many of Burton’s signature themes in mind- eccentric and dark humour, gloomy and shadowy places, off kilter characters. The production design reflected that- the village feels bleak and spooky at times, and we can easily imagine spectres to be flitting back and forth in the shadows. The Tree of the Dead, as it’s called, is another example, looking like a place of evil. There’s very little sunlight through much of the film- instead brooding skies, fog, and darkness dominate everything. In fact, much of the film has a monochromatic feel where colours are minimized.


I like the work that the crew put into the film. The sets all have the look of a post colonial era, and that applies as well to other details: costumes, props, and other equipment all come across as plausible of the late eighteenth century. Special effects are also called into play- the way the Horseman enters and exits the Tree of the Dead, for instance, would be the sort of thing that would require digital work, while filming of the Horseman himself was a blend- the head of the actor was hidden both by costume elements and digital erasing. The deaths of several characters, including one spectacularly cut in half, owe much to special effects and prosthetic work. Adding to the supernatural feel of the story and the gloomy dark feel is the score by Danny Elfman, Burton’s frequent collaborator; Elfman’s score uses choir and orchestra for a richly Gothic, dark and brooding score.


The casting of the film was, with one exception, brilliantly done. That exception would be Casper Van Dien as Brom. The character’s a lout, wanting Katrina for himself, and deeply resentful and jealous of the attraction he sees between Katrina and Ichabod. Fundamentally he’s a petulant brat not getting his way, and fortunately for the events of the film, he’s really not around for long- the actor might look good (at least at the time), but as an actor he doesn’t have much in the way of talent. A film like this having such a wealth of character actors even in cameo roles is a good thing, though, and offers plenty of compensation. It starts with a brief appearance by Martin Landau, who had worked with Burton before on Ed Wood, as the actor plays one of the Horseman’s early victims. 

That continues with Christopher Lee, the Hammer Studios horror veteran who’d played Dracula back in those days, as the actor appears as a superior to Crane early on, sending him on his way in the dismissive way that only Christopher Lee could. Steven Waddington, whose work I loved in The Last Of The Mohicans as the (mostly) unsympathetic Major Heyward, appears in this one as a more salt of the earth character, Killian, who with his family end up caught in the web of secrets surrounding the Horseman, and who engages the spectre in a desperate (and well choreographed) fight. And Marc Pickering does what might be unexpected for a child actor, playing young Masbeth- he manages to not be annoying (take that, Macauley Culkin!). Instead the character’s helpful and loyal, perhaps too loyal.


The town elders are also an interesting lot. Michael Gough of course had worked repeatedly with Burton, particularly as Alfred in his two Batman films (continuing after the Dark Lord Joel Schumacher came in and messed it all up), but also in Corpse Bride and Alice In Wonderland. Gough plays Hardenbrook as initially grim- we could see him as the mad killer or crazed uncle in different films- but also wary and nervous. Jeffrey Jones, who had worked with Burton in Beetlejuice some years earlier, plays the sanctimonious and hypocritical preacher Steenwyck as judgmental and condescending. Richard Griffiths, the character actor who would end up playing Harry Potter’s irritable uncle (come to think of it, there are a number of Harry Potter cast members in this whole tale) weaves between being grim and anxious in the way he plays Magistrate Philipse. Ian McDiarmid, who spent a good while before and after this playing the Emperor in some of the Star Wars films, comes across as somewhat the lower man on the ladder among these town elders as Dr. Lancaster, even if his work as a doctor has more value than the others. He gives the character just the right dash of dark humour as well.


The role of the Horseman is divided up into two actors, both of whom work well as the ghost. Christopher Walken plays the Horseman before he’s headless- though he doesn’t speak (he snarls would be more accurate), he’s a ferocious, bloodthirsty man, something Walken certainly emphasizes in how he expresses himself. He looks and acts dangerous. Most of the film, however, the role is taken by stuntman and actor Ray Park, whose other roles have included the villainous Toad in X-Men and Darth Maul in Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. Park makes the character’s mere presence an alarming and scary one, and he makes the character a formidable antagonist throughout.


The character actor Michael Gambon was cast as Baltus Van Tassel, and he has a long record of playing compelling characters, such as here. The man is pleasant and amiable enough in person, though easily exasperated and ultimately rather paranoid- we see that in his dismissive tone of Ichabod during the story, as well as in his final actions. Gambon would go on some years later to take on the role of Dumbledore starting with the third Harry Potter film. Another future Harry Potter veteran was in the cast. Miranda Richardson is one of those actresses who’s interesting in whatever she does, and she doesn’t disappoint here. Mary Van Tassel initially comes across as polite and cordial, but as the film goes along and we learn secrets, there’s much more about her. Mary is an enigmatic, eccentric character (ideal for a Burton film), and suitably unhinged, and Richardson plays to that.


 Christina Ricci was an ideal choice for the role of Katrina. Strong willed and independent, she’s a character certain of herself, bold and courageous. She seems wise beyond her years, and isn’t the damsel in distress that a different set of writers might well have placed her as. Fortunately the character is spared from a fate worse than death- being eventually married to a character played by Casper Van Dien. It helps that she and Depp have a good chemistry together through the film, and first meet in the most unusual of circumstances.


Johnny Depp has a gift for eccentric characters and disappearing into a role. Most often that works, but occasionally there are misfires (side note: avoid watching Mortdechai at all costs- trust me, you’ll be sparing yourself from wasting two hours of your life). This is one of my favourite roles for the actor. He doesn’t take the character quite as far as in the source story- Crane in Irving’s story is much more frightened of everything- but there is a high strung, anxious, eccentric, socially awkward streak to Depp’s portrayal. He’s not a man of action, though he manages to get through the climactic confrontation with the Horseman more by luck. In making the character a police constable, I like the touch of making Crane a man of deduction and reason, believing in evidence (Sherlock Holmes would understand that). And I like that he’s able to apply that to a supernatural case- he’s able to think his way to a solution. Depp also has a gift for comedy, and uses that here- his reaction to blood spattering all over his face is understated in just the right way.


Sleepy Hollow is an ideally spooky film for the Hallowe’en season, with Tim Burton’s influences all over it- the dark humour, the gloomy atmosphere, and the rich imagination. While it takes a good deal of liberties from the original story, it’s entertaining. The film has a good, oddball lead, and a frightening spectre who seems very good at chopping off heads. Even without a head, he's still two feet taller than Tom Cruise, who fortunately had nothing to do with this movie.

Friday, October 26, 2012

A Day In The Life Of A Cat



7:35 AM. Waking up. No trace of the staff. Will have to wake her up post haste. I expect my breakfast promptly at my convenience, and it's most inconvenient to be kept waiting.


7:37 AM. Have found staff in her bedroom, still asleep. Jumping up on bed. Spotting her bare foot poking out from under the covers. Deciding that would be an ideal target. A moment's pause, and then lunge, grabbing onto her foot with both front paws. Staff sits upright in bed, yelling out, and sees alarm clock, blurts out something about being late for work. Well, that's irrelevant, staff, particularly when you haven't fetched my breakfast yet. And for the record, I want something tasty. Not field rations!


7:50 AM. Staff downstairs after breaking personal record for showering, getting ready, and dressed for the day. Muttering something about trick or treats. Passes by kitchen on her way to front door. Staff? Staff??? Hey, what about breakfast?

Following staff out front door. Staff dashes to car, starts it up, and drives away.

Rats. I'm locked out.


8:15 AM. Have confirmed earlier suspicions. No sign of an entry point into house. Feeling peckish. Will have to eat something. Should I go hunting? Or go smoothtalk my way with Mrs. McIntyre?


8:35 AM. Have found my way to Mrs. McIntyre's back door. She's good people.


8:45 AM. Purring to my heart's delight in the kitchen of Mrs. McIntyre's home. She's given me milk and that lovely high quality salmon that I like. Very tasty indeed. Mrs. McIntyre, you're good. Even for a lower form of life.


1:55 PM. Waking up from a solid three hour nap by the fireplace. Mrs. McIntyre asks if we're ready for the trick or treaters tonight. That's the second time I've heard that term today...


2:55 PM. Have bid farewell to Mrs. McIntyre with my compliments, some purring, and the traditional rubbing my head against her legs thing that I do. On my way home.

Wondering when the staff will finally show up.


3:10 PM. Have engaged in epic confrontation with neighbourhood dog on my way home. Ended with my jumping on his back and giving him a good clawing. As is typical of dogs, he ran yelping like an idiot.


5:45 PM. Waiting on front porch. Finally the staff turns up. She gets out of her car, takes one look at me, and asks, "I forgot to feed you, didn't I?"

Yes, you did, staff. Don't you think I'll forget it.


5:47 PM. Inside house. Staff says she'll make up for the whole locking me out all day. I wonder if she knows I swindle Mrs. McIntyre into spoiling me shamelessly?


6:10 PM. Staff sets down plate of chicken and beef strips for me. This is much better than field rations.

There may be hope for you yet, staff.


6:35 PM. Staff busy making dinner, and also putting up garish pumpkin decor for some reason. Staff, I'm fairly sure that I didn't authorize you to change the decor in the house.


6:55 PM. Puzzled by what staff has done to a pumpkin. That's not right. That's not right at all....


7:10 PM. Disapproval of staff changes to decor interrupted by sound of doorbell. Staff walks out to door, picking up large bowl along the way. I follow her. She opens it up, and there, standing before her, are four mewling brats, dressed up in some freakish clothing with masks. Staff, I swear to you, if your idiot relations came back, with one of their friends, to torment me again, I will never forgive you.

The mewling brats all call out "Trick or treat." The staff, in turn, reaches into the bowl, dropping something into their bags, and bidding them goodnight.

Staff? What is the meaning of this?


7:15 PM. Staff has returned into the living room. Have personally inspected contents of bowl, finding large quantities of candy. Miniscule little chocolate bars, really. I have no personal appreciation for chocolate, but the staff loves the stuff, though she keeps it at a minimum. Says it's better than sex.

What good is a little candy bar?


7:35 PM. Have taken up station on back of couch, looking outside front windows. Staff is periodically being interrupted by more mewling brats coming to her front door, and she keeps giving them candy.

Come now, staff, if you want to interest me in such treats, you'll have to make them something suited to my taste. Such as chicken meatballs liberally sprinkled with catnip.


7:50 PM. Baring my fangs and hissing loudly as I stare outside. The latest batch of mewling brats have brought their dog along, dressed as a horse. The dog sees me and barks. I hiss back from behind the window.

Stupid dog.


8:50 PM. The interruptions by mewling brats seems to have ended for the evening. Staff decides to watch a "scary movie." She picks up Sleepy Hollow from the shelves. Staff, you're not picking that because it's scary. You're picking it up because that Depp fellow stars in it.


9:15 PM. Watching movie with staff. Richard Griffiths just got his head cut off by the Headless Horseman. You know, staff, if this movie had come out after the Harry Potter movies, the audiences would have been cheering. It's not as if you're going to find a Vernon Dursley fan club, you know...


9:20 PM. Oh, come on now, Ichabod, can't you see Katrina is a witch? It's perfectly obvious, but you're oblivious.

Look, I get the whole Johnny Depp is eye candy thing, but if you ask me, they should have cast a cat in the lead role. We'd have had the whole thing figured out five seconds after meeting Stepmommy Dearest.


9:35 PM. Good riddance to that Casper twit. Honestly, the guy is a dullard. What was Burton thinking casting him?


10:10 PM. Look out, Dumbledore, you're about to die in a horrible way...

Honestly, is Michael Gambon in every film?

And there he bites the dust and gets his head chopped off.



10:50 PM. Johnny Depp, Christina Ricci, and the kid who was never seen again in another movie just blew up a windmill. No big loss. Windmills are ugly.

Well, the Dutch don't think so, but they can be silly from time to time.


10:55 PM. Christopher Walken's face is reunited with his body. He does a lot of growling and grunting. At least he's not doing that whole Christopher Walken playing Christopher Walken thing he does. That gets really, really old.


10:57 PM. Horseman and Stepmommy Dearest wind up locked in Big Bad Tree of Death. Story ends. Depp faints.

Staff seems to be overheated. Oh, come on, staff! He's not that hot!


11:00 PM. Staff turns off movie as credits roll. Staff, did it ever occur to you that the people whose names are in that credit list might appreciate being acknowledged by looking it over instead of turning the movie off the second the credits start rolling?

Wait a minute, I'm showing consideration to a pack of humans I've never met before. That's not right!


11:15 PM. Staff fixes me a late night treat. Some more chicken and beef strips. This suits me just fine, staff. And don't think I didn't see you snatch up a couple of those miniscule chocolate bars out of the bowl....


11:35 PM. Staff watching late news. Apparently a city hall got "egged" by rowdy teens as a Hallowe'en prank. As did the mayor as he was leaving.

Humans. Little minds are easily amused by little things.


11:50 PM. Staff says she's off to bed. This despite the fact that I have been making use of her lap. Staff, you can go to bed when I'm done lying on your lap. Not before then. Staff? Staff?

The staff has removed me from her lap.

And here I was so comfy.


11:51 PM. Staff is up to her feet despite my protests, and telling me she wants some alone time. That always happens when she watches a Depp movie. Last week she watched a pirate movie, and headed upstairs afterwards. Next thing I know, I hear her moaning something about Captain Jack finding her buried treasure...

Honestly, staff, there are times I wonder why I put up with you.