Jedi Junkies Underwhelms Both Fans And Documentary Aficionados.

The Good: Some decent interviews
The Bad: Lacking a number of significant perspectives, Meanders
The Basics: A meandering documentary, Jedi Junkies glosses over Star Wars fandom.


Every now and then, there is a documentary that explores something truly uncommon and actually manages to explore an aspect of that previously unpresented topic. For a change, I find myself actually impressed by the Star Trek documentary Trekkies (reviewed here!). Even if that documentary portrayed a very negative aspect of Star Trek fandom, at least it made something of a statement. Jedi Junkies does not.

Jedi Junkies is a documentary on Star Wars fandom. Unfortunately, it is not a particularly good documentary. When a seventy-five minute documentary spends twenty seconds fixed on the director of a fan film listening to his cell phone, not reacting at all to what he is hearing, one has to wonder what the point is.

Jedi Junkies meanders through Star Wars culture – without clips from any of the Star Wars films – and with interviews only from four performers from the Sextet. The movie starts with a broad exploration of Star Wars fandom (pretty much introducing a dozen Star Wars fans) and shows a few different collections. The documentary then moves into light saber training, fan films, the debate between who shot first (Greedo or Han Solo), and then collectibles. After a debate over who would win between Darth Maul and Darth Vader, the documentary gives exposure to one filk band and then more fan films and prop replica manufacturers.

Jedi Junkies is notably lacking in interviews from George Lucas or any of the other directors from the Star Wars movies. Olivia Munn is a poor substitute to Lucas speaking about the phenomenon he created. That only supporting performers from the Star Wars movies are interviewed and their footage is minimized in comparison to, for example, a random collector (he is not listed as having a superlatively large collection) who should either put his gauges back in or cover his grossly sagging lobes.

Director Mark Edlitz smartly gets interviews from psychologists, but he does not manage to ask any truly probing questions or get any truly audacious footage. Instead, the premise of the movie is “hey, there are Star Wars fans . . . here are some.” That’s not particularly compelling moviemaking or documentary work and that is why Jedi Junkies largely fails.

For other documentaries, please check out my reviews of:
Trek Nation
Great White Odyssey
After Porn Ends

1/10

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Real Tears, Unreal Attempts At Fears: The Blair Witch Project Fizzles

The Good: Direction, Moments of acting, Art direction
The Bad: Flat characters, Shoddy make-up, Nonexistent plot, Not scary
The Basics: A lame attempt to be scary utilizes excellent direction and good actors, The Blair Witch Project fails and degenerates into an anger-management-gone-awry experience in the woods.


The Blair Witch Project is one of those films that people either like or hate, I've discovered. I saw it when it was released in the movie theater and it stuck with me enough to write a review. It was a nice try, I think. Beyond that, whomever was responsible for the marketing deserves an award of some sort. Ahh yes, the hundreds of millions of dollars in profit are award enough. Sometimes I forget that.

The Blair Witch Project is a study of the failure of the United States' educational system. No, really, it is. It begins with three young people, Heather, Michael and Josh tromping around Burkittsville, Maryland. They exhibit witless interviewing skills (they ought to have taken public speaking classes) in asking local residents about the mythological Blair Witch. The Blair Witch was, by some accounts, a local child-abusing woman, by others a full blown witch. To the audience, she comes across as a ghost story told by a bunch of hicks in a backwater town. I live in a backwater town and I don't think they could have dug up so many people talking nonsense as they did for the first few minutes of The Blair Witch Project.

From there, the trio goes off into the woods. Here it seems none of them learned to read a map properly. None possessed basic survival skills and none of them, apparently, had the foresight to tell friends and family to have a search party ready should their hunt for . . . oh, a WITCH, take a turn for the worse!

Okay, what am I saying here? It's a horror flick. The problem is, it asks way way way too much suspension of disbelief. Or it forces us to assume the characters are complete idiots. They don't plan ahead, they don't have many basic skills for the project they're doing and there's a serious flaw in the film that anyone who has spent any time in the woods will pick up right away.

It's a serious flaw in hair and make-up that after three days in the woods, Heather still looks beautiful. Yup, her hair is not messed one wit, she has no zits, there are no rings under her big, beautiful eyes. The guys are similarly untouched by the normal and natural effects of being exposed so long. After all of the attention the directors went through to make the chases in the darkness seem real and set the tone of the film as scary, to undercut it with such a damning flaw is, ultimately, unforgivable.

So, our trio gets lost in the woods. Ooh . .. Then, one of the men disappears and the video diary entries that they've been taking for their project become more and more about being scared. It tries to be a study of fear. Eh, it fails.

How do I know it fails? The same way I knew 9 1/2 Weeks wasn't being terribly erotic; when I found myself noticing the quality of Mickey Roarke's coat as opposed to the lovemaking. Similarly, I was captivated by Heather crying into the camera. I could not cite any other instance where I had seen the pure, unadulterated creation of tears in a human. It was quite impressive, watching her speak and seeing the tears form in her eyes and fall out. What was she blubbering about while crying? I had lost interest by that point.

None of the characters are terribly interesting. Half the movie is spent swearing at each other and complaining about how lost they are. It ends up as a film that reads like a bad episode of The Smurfs. Save the Smurfs are all named by a remarkable talent they possess and it's clear early on none of the characters in this film have a remarkable talent.

The actors do well in conveying their fear, but it's still impossible for me to buy the Nonexistent plot. Basically, the movie sets you up saying, "This can be scary," and then later tries to say "Ooh, this IS scary." I sat there and responded, "Is it? Why am I not scared?" Then I realized; it's not scary, especially with the make-up flaws. They cut all believability out of a surprisingly well-directed film.

In conclusion, outside the generation of tears and the very last few frames, which are sickly beautiful, there's nothing in The Blair Witch Project to howl about.

For other horror films, please check out my reviews of:
Let The Right One In
Repo! The Genetic Opera
Legion

3/10

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© 2010, 2001 W.L. Swarts. May not be reprinted without permission.
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