Review: Onslaught

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 Adam Wingard has spent the past five years making Kaiju movies - two entries in the never-ending Godzilla saga - so it's nice to see him returning to the low-budget type of B-movies on which he cut this teeth. It's just a shame that his new film, "Onslaught" comes up a little short.

The picture shares some DNA with "The Guest," a far superior thriller about a super soldier who terrorizes a small town, in its story about men turned into killing machines. It feels like a mixture of "The Terminator," "Halloween," and various other low-budget, violent sci-fi thrillers from the 1980s.

The setup is simple - almost too simple: A weirdo German scientist (Dan Stevens) who appears to be into BDSM with his wife (Rebecca Hall) is developing three super soldiers at a base in the middle of the desert. The place is top secret, so when the three soldiers go berserk and kill everyone at the base, it is in the government's best interest to cover it up.

Rather than try to put down the soldiers, Hall's character tells the government spook assigned to the case, a foppish character named Cyrus (Drew Starkey), who is introduced for no apparent reason at a BDSM-themed strip club (this film goes all in, albeit briefly, on the kink), that it would be interesting to see what happens when the soldiers are released on a civilian population.

That population is a small trailer park community down the road, where a former soldier named Celeste (Adria Arjona), who has a lot of flashbacks and a small daughter (Blake Kennedy) in tow for the weekend after her ex shows up unexpectedly, fights through the night to survive. She is joined by another older veteran (Reginald VelJohnson) and a seemingly useless cop (Eric Wareheim) to fight off the marauders.

The film is short and since it takes a while for the two worlds to collide - the super soldiers and the trailer park - it feels somewhat inconsequential when they finally do and the situation is resolved pretty quickly. Arjona is good enough as Celeste, but she and all of the other characters in the movie are merely sketches. There's an incident from her past that is divulged to her daughter that then resurfaces in the present in a not particularly believable way. This flashback involves what has to be the lowest-stakes fist fight I've ever seen.

The picture combines over-the-top violence and outright weirdness - the German scientist and the Cyrus character - that make the film colorful enough, but feel like whiplash in terms of tone. Some of Wingard's previous genre exercises - especially "The Guest" - were tense and engaging, but this one feels like a paint-by-numbers genre exercise that utilizes the styles, concepts, and vibes of better movies. Wingard is a talented director of genre movies, but this one felt a little flat.

Review: By Any Means

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Elegance Bratton's "By Any Means" makes up for what it lacks as an historical race-related drama with some intense and enjoyable wish fulfillment sequences - something you might expect out of Quentin Tarantino in recent years - that get the job done. It's somewhat of an exploitation picture that just happens to - allegedly - be based on a true story.

The murder of three men who went down to Mississippi to register Black voters during the Freedom Summer of 1961 is, unfortunately, true. So is the killing of Vernon Dahmer (portrayed here by Giancarlo Esposito), an NAACP chapter president in the region, by the Ku Klux Klan for similar reasons in 1966.

"By Any Means" follows the story of a Black FBI agent named Wayne Strider (Yahya Abdul-Mateen II), who is fictional, who puts himself forward to investigate the murders, but is stifled at first by his superiors (David Strathairn and Josh Lucas). He is eventually partnered with Gregory Scarpa (Mark Wahlberg), a man nicknamed the Grim Reaper who serves as a hired killer for the Colombo Crime Family in New York.

The entire story behind "By Any Means" is that Scarpa was an FBI informant whom they used in Mississippi to obtain information by violent means to help solve the cases of the murdered men. The idea is that Scarpa would strong-arm people to get information, whereas a typical FBI agent would probably play by the book and, as a result, get nowhere.

The FBI has denied that it used Scarpa - and it very well might have - so much of the action in this film is all speculation. The possibility that Scarpa worked with a Black FBI agent is nothing more than a rumor, so the film is mostly a piece of fiction.

However, the atmosphere in the Deep South at that time is far from fiction. So, there's some pleasure to be had watching Scarpa bust some Klan heads to get information. Although Strider is much more by-the-book, he becomes increasingly less inclined to do so. He sure is shocked, however, when Scarpa kills a racist police officer and tells Strider that they should leave the body in the middle of the road and just proceed with their business.

Some might see comparisons to "Green Book," an Academy Award-winning movie that also involved a tough Italian-American - in that case, a bouncer - and a Black man traveling through the South during the 1960s. That picture received some blowback because of the white character introducing the Black character to fried chicken and some similar scenes. 

The closest that "By Any Means" comes to this is Scarpa trying to instill in Strider that following the rules when it comes to investigating bad men isn't always all that it's cracked up to be. Plus, Wahlberg's hamming it up - and I don't mean that as a critique as his portrayal of Scarpa is often amusing - adds a certain levity to the proceedings.

The film isn't one of the great movies to explore civil rights during the 1960s in the United States, but it's often an engaging enough crime procedural with an odd couple at its center. And similar to the joys of pulpy movies in which the Allies crack Nazi heads, there are some pleasures to be had seeing Klan members receive the same treatment.