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Priest (2011)

 

 

Priest (2011) is what I had hoped was a movie treatment of Garth Ennis’s Priest. There are several similarities: vampires, a priest with a cross embossed on his forehead, and a tall, unstoppable man with a cowboy hat and slicker who looks suspiciously like the Saint of Killers. But there the resemblance ends. It’s a completely different story.

 

In this universe, Earth has been ravaged by centuries of war between vampires and humans. Humans won by becoming a theocracy: a Catholic-run state that used super-soldier priests to gain the upper hand and push the vamps back into special reserves. Meanwhile, humanity has disappeared behind the walls of fortified religious cities and lives in dystopian squalor. The priests, no longer needed, have become useless and ignored.

 

A horde of vampires attacks a farm outside the cities, killing the parents and kindnapping the daughter. The daughter’s uncle, a priest living in Cathedral City (sector twelve), breaks his vows (which have become nothing more than just obeying the all-powerful monsignors) and leaves the city to rescue his niece.

 

Vampires are a different breed here: more like rejects from the Doom video game – eyeless and larval things that move with the speed of sound. But now they have a half-human, half-vampire priest (he’s the guy who looks like the Saint of Killers) who can walk during the day, and he’s become a vampire Bin Laden, organizing a bloodsucker commuter train through the outside settlements and into Cathedral City. The vampires build massive hives (think of the Doom video game) out of their own slimy secretions (Think Aliens), and they have a Queen who has some sort of royal-jelly-blood that can somehow make super vamp/human hybrids who can really rock a Stetson hat.

 

Priest is of many countless amalgams of horror and Manga. The source is a graphic novel by Min-Woo Hung, and even then, the influences of Manga and horror fragment even more. Many of the great cowboy movies (The Magnificent Seven, and other Spaghetti westerns) take their inspiration from old Samurai movies. In turn, much of modern horror has become a steam-punky smorgasbord of fancy cowboy outfits (here the fancy cowboy outfits are mixed with a priest uniform and the combo works), fancy blades, and somewhat muted martial arts fight scenes, mixed with magic and monsters. The climax is a Great Train Robbery, except with vampires and Matrix-style hand-to-hand battles.

 

Priest is too much ten different movies and genres and not enough its own animal. The concept – a world overtaken by monsters and religion – is solid and workable, but the director got too mixed up in iconography and iconoclasm to let that concept fly.

 

For those wanting a good romp with dark imagery, fighting and monsters (that don’t really resemble vampires), this is the movie for you.  Catholics and filmgoers who want something more, go elsewhere.

 

True Blood: The season Finale

I’m not even sure why I continue watching this show; it’s become that bad, and it’s been that way for at least two seasons. But I keep at it. Every now and then there’s a flash of the old True Blood, and so I still watch.

Sam Merlotte and his shape-shifting girlfriend have been captured by the authority; they escape by changing into flies and flit through the vents. Jason Stackhouse suddenly starts seeing his dead mother and mother, and for some reason that turns him into a vampire-killing Rambo (The show never really explained that). The spirit of the vampire god Lilith has been playing favourites with all the vampire chancellors, and making them kill each other. Alcides the werewolf takes vampire blood to power himself enough to take out the crazed local pack-master.

  And in perhaps the most offensive scene ever filmed for cable, Sheriff Andy Belfleur knocks up a fairy, who then walks into Merlotte’s bar and makes the Sheriff’s girlfriend deliver her quadruplets as she has, like, a zillion deafening birth-orgasms, as the bar’s patrons drink margaritas and make smart-aleck remarks. Just… stop, okay? 

  And the final scene (SPOILERS, obviously)

Bill, after killing Salome (yeah, that one), drinks the entire chalice of the blood of Lilith. He explodes into a shower of blood, appears to die, and then reconstitutes himself from a pool of blood and rises up. He’s covered in gore. Clearly, he’s now super badass, and Eric tells Sookie to run. When Eric looks terrified, you know it’s serious. 

My predictions:

So there’s the outline for True Blood’s next season. With Russell Edgington gone, Bill (or Billith, as you might call him) will now be the big mega bad guy of the season. By the look of things, he will not be affected by stakes, and he may have powers that allow him to be invisible and possibly incorporeal.  He may be impossible to defeat, so much of next season will be Sookie begging him to fight the demon Lilith within him (Sort of like the witch possession plot of last season, come to think of it). Andy Belfleur will be a single dad to four Fairies who will probably grow to adult size within a couple of weeks and will also probably sexually assault unsuspecting men in Bon Temps, Louisiana. Sam will also be a single dad to his girlfriend’s werewolf daughter, as his shifter girlfriend likely died from the strain of imitating Steve Newlin. And Sookie… well, Sookie will keep on causing trouble until someone does us all a favour and kills her.

Look, I show plenty of naked dudes from True Blood, so cut me some slack. Here Jessica Clark as Lilith.

True Blood: Of course Lilith is butt naked

I just finished watching True Blood, the latest episode.

The show is just barely getting back into its swing since its almost fatally terrible previous season. The cons of this season?

1. The useless brujo subplot of Lafayette, although Nelsan Ellis is a fabulous actor. In the first season, he was the Mercutio to the Romeo and Juliette of Sookie and Vampire Bill. Essentially, poor Lafayette looks into the mirror and sees a cheezoid Mexican pro wrestler looking back. Boo!

2. The exploration into Sookie’s past, and whether or not her parents were killed by vamps. This means Sookie has to go to invisible fairy cabarets, where everyone dresses like extras in an old Madonna video. Who cares? We know she has a magical fairy vagina. That’s all we need.

Don’t ever say I’m not generous…

3. The pack-master subplot with Alcides. Even the word pack-master sounds like a derogatory gay insult. And werewolves in their human forms look and sounds exactly like a horde of Klingons from Star Trek: the Next generation, except they forgot prosthetic make-up. The V-blood, the hierarchy of a bunch of people who hang out and drink beer in barns. And we never get to see them change into wolves anyway.

4. Todd Lowe as Terry Bellefleur gives perhaps the finest in True Blood. But there is a smoke monster chasing him, a great big smoke monster made of sparks, and the dreams of a frustrated CGI guy who was probably on his fifth can of Red Bull. This plot barely registers.

Now for the good stuff:

1. Tara in a leather bikini! Yes, I liked this part. Tara is just plain better now that she’s dead.

2. The brilliance of Roman Zimojic, the guardian of the vampire authority. The grand master of vampires should be a fearsome and supernatural presence. But Christopher Meloni (who I’ve heard is a complete goofball in regular life outside of his work as a vampire, prison rapist, and pervert hunter) takes him to the next level. In his hands, The Guardian is the creepy and buff suburban dad who wears skin-tight Nike shirts while priming the BBQ. This portrayal really hit its stride when two weeks ago we saw The Guardian lounging in bed and noodling on his MacPro. Additionally, the authority loves Apple products. They even have killing apps on their iPhones.

3. Russel Edgington, the world’s hammiest and most flaming vampire, is back and fiercer than ever! 

4. SPOILER: The drinking of the blood of Lilith. Bill, Eric, and the rest of the authority drink from the blood of Lilith. It makes them all high as kites, and they crash what looks like a New Orleans street party and bully a Haitian cabdriver. Then they crash what looks like a Sweet Sixteen party and kill everyone. Even children. It’s awesome. And as a climax, Lilith herself appears out of nowhere, and of course she’s naked. Really, really naked. She’s so naked and hot, all the male nudity of the past five seasons is made null and void.  She wanders through the carnage, shrieking supernaturally, poking holes in the scenery with her nipples, and… breathing blood mist or something on her subjects. Apparently, Lilith is the spitting image of a nude Carnavale girl from Rio, and I’m not complaining.

So, there you have it, Folks. True Blood might be decent after all.

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