5 Terrible Ones
Remakes aren't necessarily a bad idea in theory, especially when applied to films which weren't all that to begin with. And Norman Jewison's 1975 film "Rollerball" was never all that -- a decent, but fairly unexceptional future sports picture. But it's a positive masterpiece compared to the 2002 re-do, a phenomenally awful, misguided movie that pretty much crippled the Hollywood big-screen careers of everyone involved, not least director John McTiernan. While moved, somewhat inexplicably, to the very near future (the then-distant lands of 2005), the set up is vaguely similar, with three players in an ultra-violent super-sport (Chris Klein, LL Cool J and Rebecca Romijn) who come against its corrupt controller (Jean Reno). But hampered by a PG-13 rating, a spectacularly dim, vacuous script by Larry Ferguson ("Highlander") and John Pogue ("The Skulls"), and performances that range from hammy (Naveen Andrews' henchman) to barely conscious (Klein, whose career never recovered), the whole thing felt dated -- a representative of that dark, nu-metal era of our culture -- even before it was actually in theaters. Most depressing of all is that it came from McTiernan, the man behind action classics like "Die Hard" and "The Hunt For Red October." His handle on geography and editing is nowhere to be found here, resulting in a film that is an incoherent mess.
Say what you like about Gus Van Sant's shot for shot remake of "Psycho," but at least the director was aiming for something close to art -- the pointlessness of the exercise was, in a way, the point. When 20th Century Fox came to remake "The Omen," it was a purely commercial exercise, inspired mainly by a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to release the film on 06/06/06. But even given that, it's a remarkably cynical, lazy exercise, one that should perhaps have been tipped off by the fact that the film departed so little from the 1976 film that original writer David Seltzer ended up with sole credit on the film, despite never having worked on the remake, or even met director John Moore ("Eagle Eye" writer Dan McDermott was the man responsible for copying and pasting the original). Moore (the upcoming "A Good Day To Die Hard") follows predecessor Richard Donner's template in assembling a fine cast -- Liev Schreiber and Julia Stiles as the Ambassador and his wife, British character actor stalwarts Pete Poselthwaite, David Thewlis and Michael Gambon stepping in for the likes of Patrick Troughton and David Warner. But aside from the sly casting of Mia Farrow as demonic nanny Mrs. Baylock, no one seems interested in anything other than cashing a check, and Moore is content to retread through the same set pieces as in the original film. Must unforgivably? It's never, ever scary in the least.
One day, we look forward to sitting down and explaining to our children and grandchildren that, once upon a time, Nicolas Cage was a proper actor, who did films like "Raising Arizona," "Leaving Las Vegas" and "Adaptation," rather than one who would take any low-rent job that would keep the taxman at bay. And when we do so, we'll point to 2006's "The Wicker Man" as the point at which everything changed. Cage had done his fair share of crap beforehand, but virtually everything he's done since Neil LaBute's baffling remake of the British horror classic has been cheap and shitty, a motif firmly established by this film. LaBute and others have tried to claim that the film was intended to be funny -- and to be fair, it surely wasn't meant to be scary. Or interesting. The provocative misogyny of the rest of the writer/director's work comes to the forefront as LaBute turns the pagan community of the original into a matriarchal island in search of the return of their bees (cue: "No, not the bees!"), but Cage's generic backstory and "personal" connection by placing his own daughter on the island only goes to prove how hacky the redo really is. And for all the YouTube montages in the world, the film's simply too dull to serve as an unintentionally funny cult classic.
Robert Wise's 1951 film "The Day The Earth Stood Still" is generally deemed to be one of the first bona-fide classics of the science-fiction genre, so any remake was always going to face a tough crowd. As it turns out, going into production on the 2008 remake of "The Day The Earth Stood Still" was the equivalent of walking into a lion enclosure having rubbed your torso in raw meat. It's well meaning enough -- latching an economic message onto the anti-atomic original, and so sincere and po-faced that it would almost be likable, if it wasn't so damn boring. Director Scott Derrickson ("The Exorcism Of Emily Rose") misjudges almost everything, from the casting (John Cleese playing it straightish as a scientist! Jennifer Connelly trying not to fall asleep!), to blockbuster friendly, Roland Emmerich-esque CGI money shots, to the inclusion of a cute kid -- namely Jaden Smith -- as a foil to Keanu Reeves' Klaatu. Hectoring, mostly incompetent, and entirely misguided, the film was beamed to Alpha Centurai as a publicity stunt. If we're wiped out by aliens a few years from now, we'll know why.
-- Oliver Lyttelton, Drew Taylor, Kevin Jagernauth