100 Feet
July 30th 2009 00:51
I’ll try not to waste too much of your time or mine with this review. Writer/director Eric Red has had a very patchy career. Personally I think he’s rested on his writing laurels, chiefly too excellent screenplays; The Hitcher (1986) and Near Dark (1987), and hasn’t managed to reach those giddy heights of dramatic intensity ever since. His werewolf movie, Bad Moon (1996), which he also directed was a promising, but ultimately disappointing lycanthropic affair which suffered greatly at the hands of American censors, not too mention a curious, but not altogether successful narrative perspective.
100 Feet (2008) is the first movie he’s directed since Bad Moon, and it shows. If you don’t count the re-write/remake The Hitcher (2007), this is also the first movie he’s written since Bad Moon, and it shows even more. What the fuck’s he been doing for the past twelve years?! He’s been quoted saying “I love horror movies because they have such tremendous energy, and a lot of them don't go far enough. I've attempted to give my pictures a real human level.” Well, he’s botched that attitude up something chronic with 100 Feet, a truly dreadful piece of filmmaking.
The movie is essentially a vehicle for Famke Janssen who stars as Marnie Watson, a woman who’s been convicted of killing her policeman husband, Mike (Michael Paré, in an utterly thankless role), in self defence. She’s done some time, but is now had her sentence deferred to house arrest, so she’s delivered back to her brownstone in Brooklyn, NYC where she has to wear an electronic ankle bracelet and cannot move beyond one hundred from the base unit which is padlocked at the top of the stairs (and, very unnecessarily, sports a large flashing red light). Her escorting officer, Shanks (Bobby Cannavale), also happens to be her dead husband’s ex-partner (as if he’d be in charge of her!), and he’s pretty embittered.
Turns out Mike’s ghost is dwelling in the house and is dead set on making Marnie’s life a misery. He’s a very violent apparition with a face that is either a pale white or blood red mask of rage. Marnie is thrown around like a rag doll, but usually only ends up with a small bruise or a slight graze (despite the severity of the supernatural assaults). Mike wants bloody revenge, but Marnie wants to stay in the house, so it becomes one hell of a domestic battle. Throw into the mix a handsome young man Joey (Ed Westwick), barely out of his teens, who starts by delivering Marnie her groceries, but ends up in her bed (of course), and brief appearances by Marnie’s older sister Frances (Patricia Charbonnneau), and a priest (Kevin Geer), who immediately makes confessional demands on Marnie.
This is a ludicrous script and I’m amazed it got given the green light, but as the credits rolled I was given a bit of a heads up; all the interiors (and the movie is almost entirely set within Marnie’s three-storey apartment) were shot in Budapest with a Hungarian crew, with a handful of New York exteriors (no doubt shot with a second unit). This “co-pro” deal was probably the only way Eric Red was going to get his movie made. Perhaps Famke Janssen signed on because she really liked The Hitcher and Near Dark? She’s certainly done herself no favours here.
There are too many annoying things about this move too bother mentioning, suffice to say I was groaning ten minutes into the movie (the opening sequence of Marnie traveling in the back seat of the cop car was the only half-decent sequence, and that aint’ sayin’ much at all!) The special effects were very dodgy, many of them badly staged. The one good gore moment almost seemed out of place with the rest of the movie, as it was so graphic.
To fans of The Hitcher and Near Dark, and to a lesser degree, Bad Moon, don’t waste your money or time with 100 Feet. To use a fittingly bad pun, your best move is to keep your distance from this crime against the horror genre.
Here's the trailer which makes the movie look a tad better than it really is:
100 Feet (2008) is the first movie he’s directed since Bad Moon, and it shows. If you don’t count the re-write/remake The Hitcher (2007), this is also the first movie he’s written since Bad Moon, and it shows even more. What the fuck’s he been doing for the past twelve years?! He’s been quoted saying “I love horror movies because they have such tremendous energy, and a lot of them don't go far enough. I've attempted to give my pictures a real human level.” Well, he’s botched that attitude up something chronic with 100 Feet, a truly dreadful piece of filmmaking.
The movie is essentially a vehicle for Famke Janssen who stars as Marnie Watson, a woman who’s been convicted of killing her policeman husband, Mike (Michael Paré, in an utterly thankless role), in self defence. She’s done some time, but is now had her sentence deferred to house arrest, so she’s delivered back to her brownstone in Brooklyn, NYC where she has to wear an electronic ankle bracelet and cannot move beyond one hundred from the base unit which is padlocked at the top of the stairs (and, very unnecessarily, sports a large flashing red light). Her escorting officer, Shanks (Bobby Cannavale), also happens to be her dead husband’s ex-partner (as if he’d be in charge of her!), and he’s pretty embittered.
Turns out Mike’s ghost is dwelling in the house and is dead set on making Marnie’s life a misery. He’s a very violent apparition with a face that is either a pale white or blood red mask of rage. Marnie is thrown around like a rag doll, but usually only ends up with a small bruise or a slight graze (despite the severity of the supernatural assaults). Mike wants bloody revenge, but Marnie wants to stay in the house, so it becomes one hell of a domestic battle. Throw into the mix a handsome young man Joey (Ed Westwick), barely out of his teens, who starts by delivering Marnie her groceries, but ends up in her bed (of course), and brief appearances by Marnie’s older sister Frances (Patricia Charbonnneau), and a priest (Kevin Geer), who immediately makes confessional demands on Marnie.
This is a ludicrous script and I’m amazed it got given the green light, but as the credits rolled I was given a bit of a heads up; all the interiors (and the movie is almost entirely set within Marnie’s three-storey apartment) were shot in Budapest with a Hungarian crew, with a handful of New York exteriors (no doubt shot with a second unit). This “co-pro” deal was probably the only way Eric Red was going to get his movie made. Perhaps Famke Janssen signed on because she really liked The Hitcher and Near Dark? She’s certainly done herself no favours here.
There are too many annoying things about this move too bother mentioning, suffice to say I was groaning ten minutes into the movie (the opening sequence of Marnie traveling in the back seat of the cop car was the only half-decent sequence, and that aint’ sayin’ much at all!) The special effects were very dodgy, many of them badly staged. The one good gore moment almost seemed out of place with the rest of the movie, as it was so graphic.
To fans of The Hitcher and Near Dark, and to a lesser degree, Bad Moon, don’t waste your money or time with 100 Feet. To use a fittingly bad pun, your best move is to keep your distance from this crime against the horror genre.
Here's the trailer which makes the movie look a tad better than it really is:
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