"Anaconda"
tries to do for snakes what "Jaws" did for sharks, but it eventually crumbles
under its own silliness and winds up being pure dumb fun as opposed to a
competent/mature horror thriller. This is a schlock B-movie with lots of
coin to spare; nothing more, nothing less.
Now
even though the flick’s first hour is mostly all build-up, I still found
myself grooving to what was going down. The pace of the film flowed
effortlessly, the scenery was beautiful (although a tad “fake looking”
at times), the occasional snake attack helped keep me in the game and Jon
Voight’s (Paul) incredibly hammy delight of a show had me drumming on
pots and pans. The movie eventually goes full slither for its final block,
offering all kinds of zany "snake vs human" shenanigans to
delight. The waterfall jump that transcended into a snake
snack, for example, was so over the top that it had me standing up in
cheers. It’s one of my favorite moments in the whole picture (note to
self: get a life).
On
a character level, well, the cast is pretty to look at, but that’s pretty
much that. Apart from Jon
Voight (Sarone) going energized “Pac Man” on all of the scenery before
him, the actors here basically play themselves evoking little sympathy
and diminishing the tension that I could’ve felt in the process. I just didn’t give a used
panty about them as people. Sure, I grooved on
stoner-like Owen Wilson (Gary) and was charmed into a boner by Kari Wuhrer
(Denise), but in the end, it was the "heavy" (Voight) who kept
me rooting for him...at least the dude had a personality and a drop of
intelligence.
Which
brings me to the lead’s inane stupidity; why does it take the crew that long
to pick up on Sarone’s devious motives? I mean, did you see the guy’s
fucking face for the love of logic? That upside down shit eating grin gave
his M-O away the moment he hopped on the freakin' tug boat. This guy has
“evil” (and over-actor) written all over his freaking forehead! COME
ON GUYS! WAKE UP! Another beef I had with this petting zoo was Jonathan
Hyde’s (Warren) humble presence that was all about being the obvious
“comic relief”. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t bring any relief or
comedy into my lowly existence. In fact, he inspired the total opposite
effect...grating me with all of
his being. Take that golf club and shove it in your “hole in one”
buddy!
Scare-wise, the movie had its minor moments here and there, but Llosa introduced
the creatures fairly flatly and the shoddy effects that accompanied them
pretty much nixed the fear factor that I could have felt. Let's face it, the CGI
snakes looked like rejects from any old “Coleco” game and the
animatronics snakes actually appeared kind of cuddly in a “Care Bears’
kind of way; I WANT ONE. Sure, when the film pulled a "Jaws" and went for the
POV approach, I did feel a little bit of tension, but the second that the snakes
popped out of the woodworks while making all these cutesy noises (Snakes
scream? That’s a first) that would be that. The scares were out the window
and made way for the giggles.
In
the end, "Anaconda" did provide me with an easy and entertaining 90 minute
time waster and just wound up being unintentionally humorous (and
sometimes intentionally-- all about that Voight wink). This is a genre TV
dinner ready for mass consumption. Will you dig in? And to get this off my
chest...yes, Ice Cube...mark my words, there are snakes out there DAT BIG!
Zippppp! YOU SEE!