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Our hero, Billy (Zack Galligan), works at an unforgiving bank, draws comics, and has a wacky inventor for a dad. It's been estimated that one out of every eight movie households in the 80's had a wacky inventor dad. His dad presents him with an unusual Christmas present from Chinatown: a rare cuddly puppet, er, "creature" called Gizmo. Gizmo sings, Gizmo watches TV, Gizmo enters into the local bake raffle. He's poi-fect. But this creature comes with a few warnings, such as to keep it away from water and never feed it after midnight. The Chinese guy who spouts these rules makes it seem like any two-year-old would be able to follow these instructions. But wait, let's think about that for a sec. First off, how could you keep a living creature away from water which includes the toilet, rain, snow, tap water, spit, dog drool, and roof leaks? For PoolMan's sake, the earth is somewhere between 30 and 90 percent water! And then, what exactly constitutes "after midnight"? All time is, if you want to get semantic about it, after the previous midnight. So maybe you can only feed them on 12:00 midnight on the dot? So we see it's inevitable that the rules are broken, and a town plagued by nasty green gremlins are the logical result. Now this is a very storybook feel of a town, with cardboard-cut characters and obviously fake backdrops. For lack of a better term, it's got a Back to the Future idealistic small-town look to it; actually, this might BE the same set as Back To The Future... I'm not sure. Then there's an evil lady who says ridiculous things like "I'm going to kill your dog slowwwwwly" as if she's Cruela DeVille. You gotta have your local town drunk, a snobby Yuppie (Judge Reinhold, who disappears after 15 minutes of the film), and the pretty yet available barmaid (Cates, who's got this overwhelming cuteness to her... I don't feel too bad to admitting that I've often tried to conjure her from the television screen). Cates has the infamous monologue about why she hates Christmas, which is as funny as it is morbid. Every good horror heroine should have a speech this memorable. It's fun to watch the gremlins mill around, causing wanton destruction. Instead of ruthless killers, they come across as occasionally-lethal frat boys on an all-night bender. There are several little clips that make my day, including a gremlin dressed up in leg warmers doing breakdancing. The innocent Gizmo has a few good scenes as well, including driving a race car through the mall at top (10 mph) speeds. So, sure, there are people in this movie. But the show really belongs to the puppets, which goes to show what the Ewoks unleashed on humanity.
Everything about Gremlins is just so absurd, it's brilliant. From the perfect little town the creatures destroy to the brittle old man with the caged puppet in the opening scene just screams "camp" so loudly that you can't help but love the effort. Let's be honest, nothing here makes sense. Earth's surface area is composed of upwards of 70% water, and practically every small animal is edible, how could the Gremlins even exist without having overrun the planet eons ago? It must be those wacky Chinese... so wise. They must have prevented the Gremlin overthrow. Some 10th century sunlight machine, no doubt. But the main thing that always throws me off about the little creatures is this; why is Gizmo so nice? I mean, he directly spawns five other Mogwais, who go on to spawn hundreds more. And they're ALL inherently evil! Every one of 'em! You'd think their progenitor would be some kind of hellbeast who fed on the blood of the living. Nope, he likes to play the trumpet and drive Barbie cars. Maybe he's the only one who realizes that cute, little, and furry gets you more girls than ugly, green, and scaly. Just a hunch. All this is beside the point. This flick is just magical to me. There's such great suspension of disbelief and attention to detail (and I will go toe-to-toe with anyone who questions that this movie is FILLED with clever little jokes, details, and in gags... it's remarkable) that even a gap of years between the present and my last viewing doesn't stop me from knowing every line, every nuance, and every joke. It's a campy, loveable treat, and it'll always be one of my absolute favourites.
And therein lies the greatest strength of this movie — that it’s a relic of a bygone era. Some people today dare to wonder what was really so great about the 80's. Parachute pants, they sneer? Slap bracelets? Come on, let’s be real here. To them, I can only point to movies like Gremlins. What other decade allowed filmmakers to take such manic, unrepressed glee in corrupting young minds, or gave directors free reign to mold us into the desensitized, cackling little deviants we are today? Forget Optimus Prime dying — that gremlin getting his head lopped off is what really scarred me as a child. Still can’t walk past a fireplace without shuddering. But I ask you, what’s really worse: confronting horrific, gruesome violence and depravity in your early years and learning to deal with it, or experiencing today’s saccharine sweet, seizure-inducing excuses for kids’ movies until you’re 13, then having all the good stuff shoved in your face at once? No no… getting inured to it early on is clearly the way to go. Otherwise, your kids are just going to be pansies, and who wants that? This is also why the government will not allow me to procreate, incidentally. Nonetheless, I think the children of the 80's turned out pretty darn good in our own maladjusted way, and for that, we have this movie and its ilk to thank. Sure, the actual point of this review escaped me about two paragraphs back, but hey, there it is — Gremlins rules, and kids’ stuff today just can’t compete. In your face, Teen Titans!
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Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Gremlins is generally credited (along with Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) with the introduction of the PG-13 rating, as many felt the scenes of violence in both movies were too much for a PG rating, but not enough for an R rating. It is also widely believed that had Steven Spielberg's name not been on both movies, they may have received an R rating. The Three Rules of the Mogwai: The novelization for this movie is pretty whacked-out… for some reason the writer felt the need to answer all those weird, unexplained questions Poolman has about the Mogwai, like why Gizmo is the only good one. Turns out they’re actually from another planet, where they were created by “Mogturman.” Oh, but it gets better. Aside from having a really stupid name, Mogturman is also a major screw-up, as only one in a thousand Mogwai – the cleverly named “minority Mogwai” – are nice and immortal, like Gizmo. All the rest – see if you can follow me here, the “majority Mogwai” – have really short lifespans and are total jerks who want to turn into gremlins. Fortunately, they don’t know how, leading to Stripe and Gizmo playing these really intense mind games where Giz tries to trick the other Mogwai into staying small and furry and dying young. Ya can’t make this stuff up, folks. But hey, I guess you gotta fill those pages somehow. The original script called for Gizmo himself to eat after midnight and turn into the gremlin Stripe, but it was decided that seeing a heroic character turn into the main villain would be too traumatic for children. In addition, Lynn Peltzer was originally slated to die while battling the gremlins. Groovy Quotes
Billy: Barney? Mrs. Deagle: Give him to me. I'll take him to the kennel, they'll put him to sleep. It will be quick and painless compared to what I would do to him. Billy: What would you do? Mrs. Deagle: I'll catch the beast myself. He'll get what he deserves, a slow, painful death. Maybe I'll put him in my spin-drier on high heat. Mr. Anderson: That would do it alright!
Mrs. Deagle: Mrs. Harris, the bank and I have the same purpose in life - to make money. Not to support a lot of deadbeats!
Mr. Futterman: Y'know they’re still shippin’ them over here. They put ‘em in cars, they put ‘em in your TV. They put ‘em in stereos and those little radios you stick in your ears. They even put ‘em in watches, they have teeny gremlins for our watches! Gizmo: Bye Billy! Stripe: Water... Gun.
Kate: What're they doing?
Kate: [her infamous "Why I Hate Christmas" speech] The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree... waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus. DVD Review
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