Post by ronnierocketago on Feb 7, 2009 4:16:35 GMT
THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE 8TH DIMENSION (1984) - ****
"No matter where you go, there you are."[/i][/size]
Whatever you like it or not, you do have to admire how writer/producer/director W.D. Richter somehow was able to spin BUCKAROO BANZAI onto his own particular vision without ever caring at all that most folks will probably be easily turned off. Of course I could say the same about SOUTHLAND TALES, which like BANZAI has also spawned a small dedicated cultdom, but the difference is that BANZAI at least had a goddamn point behind it. At least I think it did.
BANZAI is a myriad of childhood adventurism influences from comic books, A HARD DAY'S NIGHT, juvenile detective novels, saturday morning cartoons, and matinee serials, the sort of thing I'm sure BANZAI investors figured would appeal broadly and be audience friendly (i.e bland). You know, the perfect product for Reagan Decade theatres. Then they saw the final print, and all probably had a collective stroke. Remember how THE FIFTH ELEMENT was funky tongue and cheek with that French take on STAR WARS? Well BANZAI has that campyness, except its sincerely serious about it all, and never ever mocks the material with a wink. Think SPEED RACER, but without the ADD-inducing CGI art direction.
For BANZAI, you take a granted that renaissance man Buckaroo Banzai (Peter Weller) is a world-famous....you ready?.....neuorosurgeon, particle physicist, race car driver, rock star, and genuine comic book hero. Hell, he and his entourage of scientists/musicians ("The Hong Kong Cavaliers") apparently publish their own comic books detailing their frequent escapades. That's probably when Weller tests his new invention to drive right through solid matter and confronts (okay, runs over) trapped aliens within that "eight dimension," ole Buckaroo doesn't panic at all. See he and his gang confront such crazy shit on a regular basis, which is why the dude is calm and smooth, and thus why he's a real professional adventurer, not a whiney emo-hero like we get in those SPIDER-MAN movies or whatever. Plus he's Robocop, and you do not fuck with Robocop. Weller's crew includes Clancy Brown, Jeff Goldblum, and a dude just named "Perfect Tommy." These cats know how to roll, even if their fashion bloody murder screams the 1980s.
Nobody is perfect, not even Perfect Tommy.
I think a better metaphor to explain BANZAI is The Clash's SANDINISTA! That underrated album came about after Clash had recorded the two-disc masterpiece album LONDON CALLING, and afterwards decided to baffle everyone by releasing the intimidating lengthy magnum opus three-record(!) SANDINISTA! where they literally performed it seems every possible music genre in existence, and more importantly did it their own way. Like BANZAI, it baffled most people, and split critics right down the middle. Like BANZAI, That album has some great parts, some solid good, some experimental parts that may work or alienate you, some that are just randomly bizarre, and some that just outright suck. You may not dig or even like every facet of SANDINISTA! (or BANZAI), but overall it may come off as an admirable ambitiously creative and charmingly likeable canvas. You can't help but pimp it, or relish in hating it. Consider that I've never once met someone who only sorta liked or sorta hated BANZAI. Never. To quote Richter himself, "Some loathe it and others are willing to die for it"[/i]
In short, a perfect cult movie.
I think what baffles people most with BANZAI is its uncompromising labyrinth of a plot. If most superhero blockbusters insist on producing that all-important "origin" about the ubermensch before getting into the action, BANZAI has a self-assured mythology. There are allusions to many past battles, the Cavaliers having great chemistry as if they've been together for years, and ribbing new recruit Goldblum aka the cowboy Jersey, but nothing is outright explained. This simply is one adventure after hundred others, and before a hundred more. But as to the EIGHT DIMENSION episode itself, it's basically a trash can of every possible junk pulp cliche, and which I assume Richter figured the audience would understand without being spoonfed. I did "get it," but I do understand why people were put-off by the narrative.
It regards how Weller's new invention allows trapped aliens to escape into our world, which they intend to conquer. Their leader is John Lithgow, once a brilliant scientist who gets possessed by one of those creatures from a similar experimental venture decades earlier, and also sports an Italian accent. Maybe, I'm just guessing here. You watch and tell me if I'm right. "Laugh-a while you can, monkey-boy!"
Below that is your obligatory confrontation between the cool hero and the lunatic adversary of the week. Both Lithgow and Weller are obviously having great fun here hamming up the joint.
As required by the storytelling conventions of sure fare, you also get kid sidekicks, alien spaceships, a motorcycle chase, an epic finale assault by the heroes and their tour bus on the enemy fortress, technobabble exposition, and Jamaican E.T.s from the Planet Ten. OK that last one you don't usually get from such stories, but it's good to know that the late Bob Marley could have been a great interplanetary ambassador if he had lived. You also get Weller coming across love interest Ellen Barkin, who's the amnesiac twin sister of his dead wife. Hey we can all relate to that, right? I dig that great scene where Weller interrupt his own big nightclub rock gig because Barkin is crying, and tries to calm her down with this piano ballad that comes out of nowhere, and his bandmates just stand there, absolutely baffled:
See it's that sort of great exclusive off-beat pitch that is greatly appealing about BANZAI for me. BANZAI may seem quite familiar, but this simply isn't another nerd fanboy unsinpired xerox of earlier and better media, but a unique creation as both fond disposable entertainment and a witty overt spoof. I mean maybe the best example is when you have BANZAI during this major intense chase through the tunnels of the Banzai Institute when Goldblum and Brown run into, of all things, a watermelon. They pause briefly during this action, Goldblum calmly asks why it's there, and Brown simply says he'll explain it later. He never does unfortunately, but that's how BANZAI boogies.
A pity that BANZAI died in theatres, and thus we never got our promised sequel in BUCKAROO BANZAI AGAINST THE WORLD CRIME LEAGUE. Like another Richter-scripted film in BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA, some movies are just so fun and enjoyable, you desire a sequel. Hollywood gives us sequels to almost everything these, except most don't deserve them. The closest we Banzai cadets will ever have is some recent comic books penned by BANZAI scriptwriter Earl Mac Rauch, which I haven't read.
I don't know if you would get into BANZAI's grove or not, and BANZAI doesn't concern itself if you don't for it just continues on its merry way. But just watch the ending credits, which at least are infectiously cool because they'll leave a grin on your face, which I can't say about any moment in SOUTHLAND TALES.