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Reliving the Summer of 1992 Diary - Week Fifteen

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Summer ends with David Lynch’s “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me,” Nicolas Cage unraveling in “Honeymoon in Vegas,” and Edward Furlong screeching through “Pet Sematary II.”

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Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

Nutshell: The brutal murder of Teresa Banks brings Agent Desmond (Chris Isaak) and Agent Stanley (Kiefer Sutherland) in to investigate the crime, coming across evidence of a serial killer employing specific targets and leaving cryptic clues. Years later, we find Laura Palmer (Sheryl Lee) suffering in Twin Peaks, using drugs and prostitution to numb her flattened soul, fearful of Bob (Frank Silva), the demon who visits her bed and torments her dreams. Caught between lovers while trying to keep friend Donna (Moira Kelly) off the scent of her corruption, Laura inches closer to dark revelations about her unhinged father, Leland (Ray Wise), terrified that the goodness of the universe has left her behind, making the destructive days before her slaughter agonizing.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME David Lynch

1992: When “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me” was released, I wasn’t fanatical about the television series that inspired the feature. “Twin Peaks” had already finished its run, and while its pop culture dominance was thrilling to watch (spawning endless magazine covers, entertainment show discussions, and merchandise), it didn’t rub off on me until later, where hindsight assisted in a deep appreciation of the David Lynch/Mark Frost creation. What was so appealing about the movie was its timing, released a year after the show was canceled and largely dismissed by the tastemakers at Cannes, creeping into view at the very moment nobody wanted to see it. That level of ballsiness or delusion doesn’t pop up every day, leaving me breathless to see the picture and immerse myself in this decidedly R-rated take on “Twin Peaks.” With Frost melted away, Lynch was left on his own to molest his creation however he saw fit. Awesome.

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At this point, I had already viewed “Blue Velvet” and “Wild at Heart” through home video opportunities, creating awareness of Lynch’s wily art-school ways from a controlled distance. Needless to say, a theatrical powwow with “Fire Walk with Me” was like taking a sledgehammer to the face, smacked with a type of surrealism and abstraction I had no education in. Its ethereal and demonic sight and sounds (the nightmarish sound design on this baby should’ve collected an Oscar) messed with me, supplying an unfiltered cinematic journey into the unknown, populated with television actors, movie stars, and music legends, while interpretive dance, ghoulish masks, and the regurgitation of creamed corn filled the screen, generating waves of delicious unease. “Fire Walk with Me” was genuinely overwhelming, feeling like Kamala the Ugandan Giant was sitting on my chest during the initial viewing, while Kyuss played a greatest hits set on my gums.

It was amazing.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME Sheryl Lee

“Fire Walk with Me” was crippling, but in a beautiful manner, altering my filmgoing DNA while triggering a mini-obsession with the “Twin Peaks” universe, which, to my delight, was readily accessible in pop culture bargain bins everywhere. I couldn’t detail movie particulars to an outsider, but Lynch’s dark magic made sense in the moment, leaving a football field of interpretational space behind for good measure, asking fans to wade through its black-tar plot, screaming fits, and angelic sightings. The feature’s relentless obscurity was a sleeve of Fig Newtons, and I happily gobbled away until crumbs remained, despite my general distaste for blurred big screen math. Lynch lost his mind and I was right there to inspect the wreckage, making the picture a true event with its potentially career-killing directorial attitude. “Fire Walk with Me” was promoted as a prequel to “Twin Peaks,” but it was actually Excalibur pushed through the heart of a phenomenon, leaving the faithful to grieve, while newcomers were left baffled, or in my case, ravenous for more.

“Fire Walk with Me” also brought Moira Kelly back to the screen, an actress I was developing a bit of a crush on at the time. Talking over the Donna Hayward role previously played by Lara Flynn Boyle, Kelly was an unusual performer (best known for her work in “The Cutting Edge”) with a disarming commitment to emotional expression. I was quite taken with her full-bodied reactions to the tiniest of dramatic encounters and her planet-sized eyes. She was an exciting, classic screen presence in an era of grungy, sulky actresses. It was fantastic to see Kelly folded into the Lynch extravaganza, though there was little for her to do. Still, adding a familiar face worked in the film’s favor, keeping “Fire Walk with Me” minutely accessible.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME Moira Kelly

“Fire Walk with Me” was my favorite movie of 1992. Top of the pops all the way. I loved the madness in a profound way, making me a firm believer in Lynch’s caffeinated voodoo. With this filmmaker, it doesn’t have to make sense, it should simply convince. And “Fire Walk with Me” was spellbinding in its insane approach to the mysteries of “Twin Peaks,” the soulfulness of the characters, and its delirious, borderline suffocating presentation. Wowza.

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2012: The last two decades have revealed a great deal of animosity toward “Fire Walk with Me.” It’s an understandable divide of opinion over an indescribable picture, with some taking the viewing experience as an invitation to solve a puzzle, while others simply throw their hands up in disgust. If I were a betting man, I’d say this is exactly how Lynch loves to live his life, with his “Twin Peaks” return a rich opportunity to indulge habits and experiment further, risking the alienation of casual franchise fans. Love it or hate it, “Fire Walk with Me” is stunning purging of abstraction and a steadfastly demonic movie, still retaining much of its grip two decades later.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME Black Lodge

Of course, gaps in the narrative that were tolerated before are quite obvious now. Famous are the film’s deleted scenes, which have never seen the light of day. “Fire Walk with Me” was reportedly a much longer movie at one point, and the end product reflects an editorial pressure to push an elephant through a hula hoop. Pieces are missing, subplots are lopped off in a crude manner, and most of the television cast members are rudely reduced to cameos, a few (including Madchen Amick and Peggy Lipton) are not even offered customary close-ups. Lynch spackles the gaps with oddity and infestations of “Twin Peaks” red room mythology, but it’s easier to spot the edits and the general confusion of assembly. The first-time viewing is so devastating, so haunting, that making sense of “Fire Walk with Me” is impossible. Subsequent trips to Hell highlight the stitches.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME Kyle McLachlan

Not that I’m complaining about hiccups in a film as dynamic as this. After all, Lynch is especially gifted with nonsensical material, turning messes into hypnotic cinema, and “Fire Walk with Me” continues that tradition. It’s a scary movie with flagrant goofballery and a pleasingly knotted soundtrack, also making time to revel in perversion and self-destruction, instantly making it the least liked feature in the history of the Red Hat Society. The effort retains firepower, bewildering with its brain-melting mysteries, symbolism, and general “Twin Peaks” outrageousness. Those who’ve devoted their free time to cracking Lynch’s code have my deepest respect. I’ve seen the film on numerous occasions, and I still don’t have a clue what’s actually happening beyond the basic questions of the story. Green rings? Coded police messages in the form of a brightly decorated female mime? Creamed corn as a manifestation for pain and sorrow? It’s spectacular to watch, but I don’t have the patience to break the monolith down into digestible nuggets. I prefer to consume my Lynch as quickly as possible, embracing the inevitable confusion.

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Thankfully, Sheryl Lee’s convulsing performance grounds the viewing experience some, helping outsiders grasp the danger and the recklessness of Laura Palmer. It’s amazingly fearless work, gifting Lynch the whirlwind of emotions he needs to help certain elements of chaos stick their landings. Ray Wise matches Lee well, also diving into the deep end of madness with a severe take on the duality of Leland. The two leads bring something special to the mix, embodying the macabre and the mysterious with vibrancy and a clear communication of unavoidable doom.

TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME Ray Wise

Maybe one day we’ll get a chance to see the full vision of “Fire Walk with Me.” At least something approaching an expansion of the film’s scope, with a little more community participation. After all, who wouldn’t want to mess around in this contaminated sandbox for as long as possible?

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Honeymoon in Vegas

Nutshell: A mild-mannered private detective with a love for gambling, Jack (Nicolas Cage) promised his mother on her deathbed that he would never marry. Enjoying a relationship with schoolteacher Betsy (Sarah Jessica Parker), Jack has evaded her pleas for a marital union for years. However, Betsy is ready to exit the relationship, prompting Jack to whisk her away to Las Vegas for a quickie ceremony. Staying in the same hotel is Tommy (James Caan), a feared mobster who sees a resemblance between Betsy and his beloved dead wife. Rigging a secretive poker game to push Jack up against the wall, Tommy offers the reluctant groom a chance to pay back his crippling debt by passing over Betsy for the weekend. Upset with the situation, Betsy leaves with Tommy, who takes his fixation to Hawaii with plans to talk her into marriage. Jack, growing restless with the repayment scheme, tries desperately to make it to Hawaii as fast as possible and prevent a relationship disaster. Tommy, aware of the potential intrusion, does whatever he can to delay Jack, giving him time to sweet talk Betsy into his bed.   

HONEYMOON IN VEGAS Nicolas Cage James Caan

1992: The Nicolas Cage we know today is an actor on the verge of a career breakdown, accepting any job he can get his hands on to keep the money train rolling along, no matter how harshly it reflects on his professional reputation. In 1992, Cage barely had a professional reputation, outside of being an oddball with occasional good taste in scripts. Perhaps fearing he was in danger of being nudged out of Hollywood by those who couldn’t compute his idiosyncrasy, Cage embarked on what he would refer to as his “Sunshine Trilogy,” three features over two years that would come to redefine his box office appeal and readjust his reputation for violent quirk.

“Honeymoon in Vegas” was the first of the trio (with “Guarding Tess” and “It Could Happen To You” following), placing Cage in a traditional romantic comedy lead role, as a dimwit trying to keep love alive in the face of nonstop adversity. Although the actor had already worked his way through numerous genres by this point, “Vegas” was a major step toward mainstream acceptance, which, in a way, furthered Cage’s habitual need to throw the industry off his scent.

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I was a big fan of “Vegas,” finding the feature to be hilarious and snappily paced, with Cage’s rascally performance a particular pleasure in movie of many. While most of the media interest in the picture gravitated toward the ridiculousness of the Flying Elvises (skydivers dressed up as The King), Cage showed tremendous charisma in a tricky role, sustaining his leading man appeal while stuffing numerous Cageisms in his front pockets for later use. He was fun to watch, keeping the predictability of the production down to a dull roar.

I guess 1992 was also a year to enjoy a Sarah Jessica Parker performance. Man, how times have changed.  

HONEYMOON IN VEGAS Sarah Jessica Parker

2012: “Honeymoon in Vegas” feels a lot more insignificant these days, and I’m not sure if it’s a reflection of my calloused attitude toward romantic comedies or perhaps I was just enjoying the view back in 1992, without being fully cognizant of the fluff. It remains terrific fun, with a charming simplicity that often feels more like a chase picture than anything angling to be sweet, following Jack as he soars across the world to retrieve his love, only to soar right back when she begins to fall for Tommy’s tune. Director Andrew Bergman sweats to maintain a manic vibe to the proceedings, but it’s a slack effort, working to keep the three lead characters dimensional human beings while preserving the material’s light farcical approach. I think the movie nearly achieves a wonderful cruising altitude, yet seems determined to disrupt the pacing with a few dud jokes, including an extended visit to a Hawaiian hippie (played by Peter Boyle) that’s intentional in its purpose to delay Jack from further travel on the island, yet offers no laughs. It’s a missed opportunity.

HONEYMOON IN VEGAS Sarah Jessica Parker James Caan

The real curiosity about “Honeymoon in Vegas” these days is Cage, who’s feral and free, all youthful and eager to try on the silk lining of a mainstream comedy. He’s developed into a sour man sniffing around for paycheck gigs, but two decades ago he was a searching actor, trying to entertain himself with quirks and a busted volume knob, breathing life into a potentially dreary comedy. With his wild, thinning hair and general look of disease, Cage’s interpretation of Jack’s desperation is a total hoot, bravely unglamorous and consistently agitated. Nowadays, these tics and whammies are expected, rehearsed into the ground, so it’s highly entertaining to revisit Cage and his relatively new toys of screen communication, spicing up “Honeymoon in Vegas” with manic attitude he expresses so wonderfully.

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Less interesting is Caan, doing his umpteenth version of the irritated mobster/tough guy routine, though this is possibly his most alert performance of the 1990s, making a credible pass at seduction while visibly enjoying the Hawaiian locations. Parker is less appealing, here during her sex kitten phase where the studios tried to turn the awkward actress into a lustful female lead. Somewhat whiny and stuck with a script that turns Betsy into a ghoul with rash marriage plans, Parker is forgettable, caught between Caan’s screen comfort and Cage’s impression of a chewed wad of Red Hots. You can tan, highlight, and bikini the woman all you want, but it’s not going to make her memorable next to these guys.

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“Honeymoon in Vegas” keeps the giggles and the humiliations for Jack coming, yet it’s the ending that’s the most successful element of the feature. Bergman does a fantastic job escalating the picture to a position of madness, requiring Jack to jump out of a plane to save Betsy, accidentally joining the Flying Elvises on their celebratory run over Las Vegas. Rare is the movie that actually knows how to conclude in a satisfying manner, delivering spectacle and a little dollop of romance while clinging to the traditional swatting of the baddies. It’s not a particularly challenging climax, but it sends the effort off on a convincing celebratory note, making the storytelling speed bumps feel less intrusive.

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Pet Sematary II

Nutshell: After witnessing the electrocution death of his mother, beloved movie star Renee (Darlanne Fluegal), teen Jeff (Edward Furlong) has joined his father, veterinarian Chase (Anthony Edwards), in Ludlow, Maine, to help settle his grief. Facing trouble from bully Clyde (Jared Rushton), Jeff befriends Drew (Jason McGuire), an angry kid trapped under parental pressure applied by his stepfather, town sheriff Gus (Clancy Brown). When his beloved dog is shot by Gus, Drew takes the pooch to a special Native American burial ground that can bring back the dead, who return with slightly demonic traits. When such troublemaking escalates to the murder and reanimation of Gus, Jeff and Drew discover the true nightmare of the “Pet Sematary,” along with its potential to reunite Renee with the family she was so coldly removed from. 

PET SEMATARY II Edward Furlong

1992: In 1989, I was invited by a friend to see “Pet Sematary” at a pre-release screening held in an incredibly uncomfortable theater where an unruly crowd gathered to watch the latest Stephen King adaptation, bubbling at the thought of springtime frights distributed by an author who built an empire on sickening events and troubling characterizations. While the picture played acceptably with the amped crowd (it’s not a feature interested in a routine of cheap thrills, but slow-burn madness), one scene sent the audience into a tizzy. There’s a moment in the midsection of the movie where we meet Zelda, the diseased sister of Rachel Creed (Denise Crosby), who’s imagined as a sickly woman with demonic trimmings, contorted into a dreamscape monster meant to cause great distress for Rachel and the viewer. Director Mary Lambert really finds a clever way to bring Zelda to life, emphasizing bony body parts and dousing the character in nightmare fuel, creating interest in a storytelling tangent any other filmmaker would trim without hesitation.

Pet Semetery Zelda

Well, the Zelda scene not only worked on this screening crowd, but practically kick-started a few heart-attacks and ruined fresh underwear throughout the theater. Once Zelda lunged toward the camera, these giddy ticketholders collectively jumped sky high. Rarely have I seen an audience freak out in such a manner, causing tremendous unrest, ruining any scenes that dared to follow it. It was moviegoing beauty tattooed on my brain, while solidifying “Pet Sematary” as a special picture in my eyes, capable of great disturbance and creative acts of directorial evil. It also struck gold at the box office, leading Paramount to do what studios do when they make a healthy profit.

They ordered up a sequel. A “Two” for number two.

PET SEMATARY II Anthony Edwards

“Pet Sematary Two” failed to match the original’s sheer nutso energy and enticing creep, preferring punishing offerings of gore over a stable stream of suspense. And to be perfectly honest, there were some expectations in place before the picture’s release, despite a story heading in a new creative direction and the selection of Edward Furlong for the lead role, then Hollywood’s latest it-kid for productions in need of a whiny semi-actor with the face of a “Deadliest Catch” veteran. The sequel welcomed the return of Lambert to the “Pet Sematary” universe, but that didn’t seem to bring a pulsating evilness to the proceedings. Instead, the follow-up died in a hurry, lacking the original’s atmosphere, madness, and King-stained ghostly shenanigans. Paramount simply wanted to build a fresh cash machine with a semi-remake, yet this time the magic wasn’t there.

The ghoulishness that was so intoxicating in “Pet Sematary” was depleted in the sequel, replaced by a ho-hum effort that craved time with blood and guts, not the unnerving stuff that has the potential to dive audiences crazy.

PET SEMATARY II Jared Rushton

2012: After a promising set-up (at least promising for a needless sequel) with the death of Renee and Jeff’s arrival in Ludlow, “Pet Sematary II” takes a sharp turn into pure nonsense. It’s hard to believe Lambert directed both films, as the sequel is such an inept, confusing, pitiful creation, coming nowhere near the full scale haunt of the original picture. This “II” or “Two” or “2” (depending on your info source) is laughably bad, almost worth a recommendation to cinephiles on the prowl for a sequel that’s a polar opposite viewing experience than its predecessor, at times almost relishing its waywardness. “Pet Sematary II” looks like a feature that quickly slipped out of Lambert’s control, and she decided to drive the production into the ground out of spite.

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While the process of sequelizing King without King’s participation is a daunting prospect, the script (credited to Richard Outten) doesn’t make much of an effort to summon a similar claustrophobic tone of insanity. With the powers of the burial ground established, Lambert introduces more of a darkly comic tone to the follow-up (frosted with a score straight out of a Vivid Video title), with Gus’s mid-movie undead rampage played largely for laughs…I think. It’s difficult to tell what the movie has in mind during any given scene, with the writing and direction in separate corners, refusing to speak to each other. Attempting to build on the reanimation concept, “Pet Sematary II” takes the gore show routine, robbing the picture of interesting characters and a general taste of delusion. Instead, we’re stuck with dopey kids in way over their head, yet they fail to acknowledge their troubles with any sort of recognizable facial reaction or genuine human impulse.

The acting is atrocious in the feature, with pros like Edwards surviving to the best of his ability despite projecting looks of concern for his career, while Brown doesn’t know how to play anything with a degree of subtlety, wearing Fred Gwynne’s Maine accent from the first film like an iron sweater. In the lead roles, Furlong and McGuire (who lasted for two more movies before ditching acting altogether) are too drowsy to matter, glumly going about their business when scenes require a generous helping of disbelief, or at least mild curiosity. A parade of undead creatures is treated with all the excitement of a bible reading by these two, with Furlong especially flimsy as the O.G. John Connor moved forward on his unlikely acting career.

PET SEMATARY II Jason McGuire

Previous complaints about violence are confirmed with a second viewing. Aggressive is the treatment of animals, arguably a crucial component of the plot, yet handled exploitively by Lambert, who teeters on the edge of relishing the opportunity to use sights of dead kittens, skinned rabbits, and wounded dogs to provoke the viewer. It’s not a parade of slaughter that would be allowed in contemporary cinema, solidifying the feature’s 1992 origin. Better is the monster make-up, though most of it is neutered by MPAA tampering, attempting to soften a surprisingly hostile effort. Even the bullying antics with Clyde seem overheated and silly, creating obvious enemies to pad out the thin story, killing time before someone finally gets around to digging up Renee’s body for the burial ground day spa treatment. That’s what everyone is waiting for, yet the production seems reluctant to indulge the wish right away. After all, there’s a perfectly boring story to tend to and amateurish directorial flourishes to digest before anything of substance can commence.   

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To close out the film with a real head-scratcher, Lambert elects to “honor” the dead by reminding the audience of those who perished during the feature, rolling through footage of the characters before the end credits hit awkwardly. It’s a bizarre artistic choice that almost needs to be seen to be believed. In fact, here it is (in an indeterminate language):

Wow. If ever there was a feature that cried out for a director’s commentary, it’s this one. Lambert really needs to sit down and share the particulars of her headspace during the creation of the movie. “Pet Sematary II” is begging for such an inspection.

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