The electrical energy from neural impulses does not get destroyed upon death.
#The lazarus effect cast movie
Jack: In any case, I could go on at length about how much stock this movie places in the chemical DMT, when that chemical has never actually been proven to be released upon human death or even produced by the human brain alternatively, I could go on about how Olivia Wilde’s nonsense about what happens after death is only overshadowed crazy-wise by her support for that claim of neural impulses proving heaven because energy can neither be created nor destroyed. I am the hero the readers both want and deserve. I did have to edit the absolute fuck out of you this week. And that dumb bitch is mostly not an evil psychopath at all. I mean, for fuck’s sake, my dog Mo jumps up on my bed and stares me in the face until I wake up and pet her almost every damn night. Not scarily in any way, mind you, just strangely. And in a wildly unexpected and novel plot-twist, the dog starts behaving abnormally. The serum works on the dog, which in a bit of just staggeringly good science, they immediately take home and keep as a pet. I want to give the benefit of the doubt to this one and say that there’s an intention to take the “ dog always dies ” trope and turn it on its head. There was a pig, and then there was a dog. When it works on one of the pigs, they next try the serum on some dead dog, with very little tying together of the how’s and the why’s. Jake: You’re neither the hero we want, nor deserve. Okay, so they first experiment with the Herbert West serum on some dead lab-pigs. I don’t like to throw the word “hero” around lightly, but since you said it, I’ll agree. Jack: We’re trying for a linear plot-driven review.
This film seemed like it tried to rest on the jump scares. They just don’t work unless they are really well tied into the atmosphere of the movie and help with the ebb and flow of tension, or provide a complete fuckin’ lightning bolt like in Lake Mungo. Jump scares are pretty ineffective without support. And a few of the early jump scares were effective, and by effective, I simply mean that they did startle me. Jack: And it’s a goddamned shame because with the exception of Sarah Bolger, who had no character to speak of, I actually enjoyed all of the performances and the interactions between the characters.
Not just because you can guess the entire plot before you are three minutes into the movie (predictable movies can still be excellent), but because all this movie has to offer is a loose amalgamation of techno-babble, tropey bullshit, and the occasional lazy jump scare sprinkled in for good measure. But damn, was the cast wasted on this one. The director of the Lazarus Effect, David Gelb, made his first foray into feature film directing with this movie, having previously worked on documentaries including directing Jiro Dreams of Sushi which I fucking loved (because I’m white and I listen to NPR and so liking that movie is the law). Sure I’ve only heard that one song, but so has everyone else! That guy is just David Byrne, if David Byrne was a filthy hippy. That is literally exactly what Rusted Root sounds like. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sarah Bolger, but that’s still a pretty good cast as far as a horror movie goes. I really like both Mark Duplass and Olivia Wilde, have been a fan of some of the work of Donald Glover (mostly Childish Gambino) and Evan Peters was ok. I was also game to see this movie, though it’s worth noting that I generally try to avoid taking a deep dive into review-land before seeing something. He’s all riled up because no one agrees with him that Rusted Root sounds like David Byrne singing lead for Paul Simon during his African soul period. But my god are we going to resent you for it.
So we’ll try to go a little more linear-ly with the review. Jack: But then we changed our minds again, because fuck you, we’re layered like that.
0 kommentar(er)
