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High Spirits (1988)
The name was familiar, and I'm sure I was aware of the existence of this film back hone it first came out, but I've never watched it.
I did not love it. The first half an hour or so is just painfully dull as the premise is established with a bunch of people we don't know or care about fake haunting another bunch of people we don't know or care about.
Things get a little more interesting when (le gasp) the real hauntings begin and Steve Guttenberg falls for ectoplasmic Darryl Hannah over live-but-frigid shrew of a wife Beverly D'Angelo.
Guttenberg does his Guttenberg thing, which is cute enough at times but not enough to overcome the film's many weaknesses (not least of which is Hannah's attempt at a lilting Irish accent). In the cold light of day it's an unfunny comedy with characters we never really get to know randomly falling for one another. The supernatural element is the film's USP, but frankly I'd much rather watch Blithe Spirit. It might have been made over four decades before this film, but at least it had a good script and story. High Spirits is just too boisterous and busy and feels it's trying to be too many things and succeeding at none.
The cast is an interesting hodgepodge of actors who were no doubt considered "hot properties" at the time (Steve Guttenberg, Darryl Hannah, arguably D'Angelo), early appearances from those who would go on to much better things (Liam Neeson) , a familiar face or two from television (Fawlty Towers' Connie Booth) and a horde of British and Irish character actors (including Liz Smith). Plus Peter O'Toole himself, who appears equal parts bored and confused the entire time.
For me, this is one of those films I'll watch just once.
The name was familiar, and I'm sure I was aware of the existence of this film back hone it first came out, but I've never watched it.
I did not love it. The first half an hour or so is just painfully dull as the premise is established with a bunch of people we don't know or care about fake haunting another bunch of people we don't know or care about.
Things get a little more interesting when (le gasp) the real hauntings begin and Steve Guttenberg falls for ectoplasmic Darryl Hannah over live-but-frigid shrew of a wife Beverly D'Angelo.
Guttenberg does his Guttenberg thing, which is cute enough at times but not enough to overcome the film's many weaknesses (not least of which is Hannah's attempt at a lilting Irish accent). In the cold light of day it's an unfunny comedy with characters we never really get to know randomly falling for one another. The supernatural element is the film's USP, but frankly I'd much rather watch Blithe Spirit. It might have been made over four decades before this film, but at least it had a good script and story. High Spirits is just too boisterous and busy and feels it's trying to be too many things and succeeding at none.
The cast is an interesting hodgepodge of actors who were no doubt considered "hot properties" at the time (Steve Guttenberg, Darryl Hannah, arguably D'Angelo), early appearances from those who would go on to much better things (Liam Neeson) , a familiar face or two from television (Fawlty Towers' Connie Booth) and a horde of British and Irish character actors (including Liz Smith). Plus Peter O'Toole himself, who appears equal parts bored and confused the entire time.
For me, this is one of those films I'll watch just once.
BURNT OFFERINGS (1976)
I think you enjoyed this a little more than I did.
An impressive cast in a rather less impressive film that feels like a test run for various better projects such as The Shining and The Amityville Horror.
Everything about it feels horribly dated. The production values give it a schlocky TV movie feel. Quiet dialogue scenes feel at times like a bit of a chore and endless in a daytime soap kind of way. These are broken up by dramatic sequences that are intense and loud and shrill as only films of this era can be. And it all leads to a "what the hell did I just watch" kind of non-ending.
I can't tell if good editing is improving bad performances or bad editing is spoiling great performances. Oliver Reed and Bette Davis seem really good at times while at others Davis in particular seems to be phoning her performance in. Karen Black is an actress that I frequently find unintentionally funny anyway. The mobile face emotes fear or concern or whatever, while the delivery and body language make her seem disinterested and insincere at all times, almost as though she doesn't understand English and is reciting her dialogue phonetically without giving it any meaning. She's given an awful lot to do in this one, taking top billing over Oliver Reed!
The title makes it sound like a comedy, and I'm still not sure it wasn't.







