Sunday, January 27, 2013

Mama - The Creepy Factor


Mama: Poster | A Constantly Racing Mind
We all have to start the big leagues of film making somewhere, and for the director of "Mama," this film is a great place to start.  Based on his own short film, director Andres Muschiett, while under the watchful eye of Executive Producer Guillermo Del Toro, has brought us a horror film, that although is not perfect, does deliver what we go to see films like this for, shock and fear.  Like other films, that Del Toro has attached himself to, this one also involves children, as well as a mysterious, and typically malevolent being that has a hold on two young girls.  The film stars Nikolaj Coster-Waldau ("Game of Thrones"'), and Oscar Nominee Jessica Chastain ("Zero Dark Thirty," "Lawless," "The Help,"  and "The Debt") and two young actresses that just exude an aura of creepiness. "Mama" is about two young children left in a cabin in the woods for five years, and have finally reentered society. However, they brought something back with them.  Like other recent horror films, "Mama," is rated PG 13.

The first act begins about five years ago in about 2008 during that horrible economy we all remember like a bad memory, with the father of the two young girls killing his financial partners and then his ex-wife. The girls, waiting in their pink girly innocently decorated bedroom, unaware of the violence going around them, finally see their father, who in a frenzied state, takes them on a wild ride into the snow covered mountains where they finally end up crashing their car off the side of a cliff.  Finding shelter in a run-down cabin, the father plans to commit murder-suicide.  At that moment, a hideous, dark, mysterious creature whisks the father away and prevents him from committing a horrible crime. A note here to the viewer;  the girls, played by two or three actresses each,  Victoria the oldest is played first as a three year-old by Morgan McGarry, and by then by Megan Charpentier ("Resident Evil: Retribution," "Red Riding Hood") and the younger child, Lilly, as a baby is played by twins Maya and Sierra Dawe. As a six year-old Lilly, she is played creepily by Isabelle Nélisse. Horror movies, especially ones where Guillermo Del Torro is involved, seem to want to capture an innocence lost, or in this case, the bonds between a child and the need for a parental figure in their life.  In 'Pan's Labrinth', the loss was a loving father, in "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark," the loss is of a loving mother figure, and here in 'Mama,' the figure missing is the mother.


Mama: The Ghost of Mama | A Constantly Racing Mind

"Mama's" second act starts five years later in the present day, and the children's uncle Lucas (Coster-Waldau plays both the uncle and the father, Jeffery), and Annabel Chastain), his dark, bass playing, hard rock, tattooed girlfriend take in the two feral children.  Lucas and Annabel are both artists whose lifestyle is not necessarily conducive to child rearing  are also having their own fears about starting a family.  The girls, as part of their transition back into civilization, become the research subjects of Dr. Gerald Dreyfuss (Daniel Kash - "Aliens"), a child psychiatrist whose motives seem questionable at times.  Especially when he agrees to support Lucas and Annabel in a custody lawsuit against Jean, the aunt of the girls dead mother.  Dreyfuss wants complete access to the kids for his research project and later a book, in return he offers Lucas and Annabel the All-American suburban setting -- house and all. 

Mama: A Family Reunited | A Constantly Racing Mind
What becomes apparent in this act is the fact that although the girls are adjusting out of their feral ways and acting more human, Lilly, is struggling with her new settings and is downright strange.  Older sister, Victoria, who has had bad eyesight since she was three, and had lost her glasses during the car crash with her dad five years earlier seems torn between her loyalties to her uncle and her new mommy figure Annabel, and the mysterious entity the girls call Mama. 

The first and second acts do their jobs very well, they introduce the plot, build the characters, and shows us the need for the children to live normal and happy lives. We see Lucas malevolently man-handled and who ends up in the hospital, leaving the child rearing to Annabel.  Annabel, a person who not only doubts herself as a mother figure, but also doubts herself as an adult.  Clearly in her thirties or quickly approaching thirty, she struggles with her inability to bond with a child and clearly sees this as a reason why she an Lucas have not started a family. Because of the quick pace, that director Muschietti and Editor Michele Conroy keep through the first and second acts we don't explore Annabel's emotions too deeply and perhaps that is what keeps this film from going a level deeper.
'Mama's' third act continues at a wild pace but quickly slows down and allows the reader to catch his or her breath.  The climax of "Mama" is, in my opinion, mixed.  There are parts of this film that seem inconsistent in both story and in the acting.  However, in the third act is where the film is made or unmade.  We come to understand the relationship the girls have with Mama, we see certain things that explain who this creature is and its need for the children, and Chastain's character’s need to find the mother within and save the children.  There is a Lovecraftian notion to never show too much of the monster, just hint at it.  Muschietti does an excellent job of this for the first two acts, using real life creatures and makeup to display his horror, however, it is at the end that he filmmaker tend to rely too much on CGI to tell the story for them.  I enjoyed a great deal of the one hour and forty minutes, and although the ending was not a complete letdown, I did wish for something  a bit more.


My personal notion is that if you are going to make a horror film, go all the way and make it R-rated and pull out all the stops.  Hell, even if it is cheesy and gory take out all the stops.  'Mama,' on the other hand is rated PG-13, however, "Mama" does provide the audience with the thrills, the shock, the horror, and catharsis that we go to see films like "Mama.".

Movie Data

Genre: Horror
Year:  2013
Staring: Jessica Chastain, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Megan Charpentier, Isabelle Nélisse, Daniel Kash
Director: Andrés Muschietti
Producer(s): J. Miles Dale, Barbara Muschietti
Writer: Andrés Muschietti, Barbara Muschietti, Neil Cross
Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 100 minutes
Release Date: 1/18/2013

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A love letter from an old friend.


Sitting on your shelf, gathering dust, I was new once, now my ears are dogged, torn and I am tired, yellowed and faded. 

I remember when you found me, how thrilled you were when first you saw my face, and you held me to your heart. We spent treasured times together, hours upon hours traveling through time, traveling through space, flying across the desert plain, across to the mountains and past the sea.

I heard you laugh, I heard you cry, the smile on your face at the happy times, the tears running down your cheeks, the grief and pain. Every day with you was like a new chapter of a book, new and exciting, bright and fresh.

Now our time together come less frequently, you have learned much from me and need me less. You grab me from time to time, reaffirming our friendship, if only for a short while. I come to life when you think of me, I awake from my sleep and for a while there is no death, there is no end.

I saw you the other day, you came around, but you didn't come for me. Instead, you put another one of my kind upon this shelf; we sit here sharing stories of the times we spent with you. How lonely we are together, without you.

We miss you, but we know that you love us, you cherish us, you will never forget us. We know these things and many more because you have not discarded us, or gave us away. On your shelf we stay, till you want to read us again.

Sincerely,
Your loving books.

by Robert Barbere

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Sea of Hate


Hot is the Sea of Hate,
All who swim, drown.
Deep do they sink
Into the currents of fate
Pulling them forever down.

Burning coldly in jealousy,
They sink to the rocky bottom.
Believing in their own pomposity
Like those of Gomorrah and Sodom.

They rise from time to time.
Spitting accusations of fire,
Only to be dragged back down,
Into the muck and the mire.

In the Sea of Hate.
They will always burn.
It is there only fate.
No more lesson to learn.
Their only lesson is to burn.

Turn your backs on them
Anger is their motivation.
Go ahead and let them be.
Let them simmer in their own aggravation.

Fear is their only reason,
That makes them do the things
They do.
They would enjoy a season,
Of torturing the Hell out of you.

Do not join their game.
You know what the end will be.
For you will never be the same,
You too will drown in the
boiling sea.

In the Sea of Hate,
You will always burn.
The time is getting late,
And the innocent must have their turn.
For they will never burn.

© By R. A. Barbere

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

(We are the) Masters of the World


Flying high
In the sky,
We are the Masters of the World.

Flying Low
Flying slow,
With banners waving and flags unfurled
We are the Masters of the World.

In our terrible machines,
Built so pristine,
We fly beneath the sun.
No sounds are heard
As the fields are burned,
When all was said and done.

In the night
Looking bright
We are the Masters of the World.
We heard the call,
We saw the heavens fall,
We are the Masters of the World.

Over the land
Over the sea
With outstretched hands
We set you free.

To choose a life,
Under the sword and knife,
It doesn’t matter to us at all,
For we have heard the call,
We are the Masters of the World.

Take a look some night,
When all is silent,
And you will see a sight
That will give you a fright.

Fires blazing on the horizon,
A shadow hanging in the sky.
The time is drawing near,
As the world turns and cries.

Fires bringing death,
Between each and every breath,
We are the Masters of the World.

As quiet as mice,
As cold as ice,
You lay there curled
We are the Masters of the World.

No more disease,
No more war,
Praying on your knees,
On the edge of the shore.

To all who hear,
Those far and near,
To the Masters of the World.

You ask why?
What have you done?
To deserve to die
Under the lightning gun.

Was it too much violence?
Not enough silence?
Does it matter anyway?
Does it do any good to stay?
When all is said and done?

Too many victims,
And no one has won.
Was it the sins of the ancients,
Inflicted upon the young?

Time cannot tell
For the hour glass fell
Spilling out all the sand.

No music is heard
Not even a word
All across the land.

Our ship flies straight
Without malice or hate
We are the Masters of the World.

Over the barren ground
Under the sea,
No life was found
By the Masters of the World.

All is quiet.
All is right.
We are the Masters of the World.


© R. A. Barbere

Monday, December 17, 2012

Reign of Fear


Time is running out
For those who live here.
The stars are coming about,
Beware the rein of fear.

When the stars are in place,
On some peaceful night,
A change will happen in space,
The heavens will be void of light.

It’s nothing more than destiny,
An ancient conspiracy,
Acted with total consistency,
Done with complete apathy,
And now without a tear
Comes now the rein of fear

Beware the rein of fear.

No stars will shine,
The sun will not rise.
And at a quarter past nine,
We will all begin to realize…

That this will be the end,
The beginning of the final moment.
Time will have been caused to bend,
And many of us will be content.

Many will run with panic,
Others will try to hide.
A cry will ring out from the aged and sick,
There will be those who shall abide…

The end will not be merciful,
The end will not come fast.
There will be nothing anyone can do at all,
From no one shall this sword be passed.

A time of darkness will be at hand,
For those who still live.
We will try to make one last stand,
No one shall remain to forgive…
  
Fighting will break out all around,
Death will live in the streets.
Blood will flow across the ground,
And the end will be complete.

It’s nothing more than destiny,
An ancient conspiracy,
Acted with total consistency,
Done with complete apathy,
And now without a tear
Comes now the rein of fear

Beware the rein of fear.


R. A. Barbere

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Baktun number 14


When the middle of the night
Turns as bright as day.
The day is without light,
No more music will play.

All the glass will windows dissolve
As your village burns down.
All your problems are solved…
Now buried below the ground.

Oceans and lakes evaporate,
Old hates are forgotten
No more city or states,
All your friendships turn rotten.

No more animals or birds.
No time for grass and trees.
No more time for wasted words
Only death blows on the breeze.

Well laid plans now spoiled,
Those of countries and of men.
Everything sacred is now soiled,
Despite the laying on of hands.

The ice is now broken,
With never ending snow
The last rights are spoken
For all life here below.

Shadows and substance
Of the dead and brave.
Wanting to refinance
A world now a grave.

Look into the mirror;
No more fears;
No more tears;
No more oracles;
No more seers.

Look into their eyes,
No more lies;
Everyone dies;
No more aged;
No more wise
When the sun falls from the sky,
The moon turns blood red.
The stars will scream out –
‘It is done!’
Your heart is filled with dread.

Day after day after day
After the last day was done
Day after day after day
A new age has begun.


© By R. A. Barbere

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