Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Auteur Watch - Stuart Orme

What the heck, might as well take care of this one too, as long as I'm still up. ¶ As we continue our alphabetical march through film's most infamous auteurs... damn! Already up to the 0's? I mean, oh's? Where has this year gone, long time passing? Such as...
Anyway, this guy came on my radar with a little inexplicable thingie called Robert A. Heinlein's The Puppet Masters. For you it might have been The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, but to each his own. Or her own. THEIR own. Stephanie Beacham? I think she sounds familiar... oh, she tango'd with Brando and survived to tell the tale. Few have, apparently. (WWC's wide open, by the way. Post your review today!!)

Anyhow, some filmmakers were destined to be thrust into the spotlight, like Quentin Tarantino and Fred Ashman. And others, like Stuart Orme, get into that hot light and decide they don't like it, and jump right back out of the fire into the frying pan. Like Orme did with Puppet Masters. And... wow! Goyer? Elliot/Rossio? This must've been your 1941! Trial by screenplay fire, indeed! But he's got as substantial a body of work as anybody at this point (back to Orme, yes...) how about it? Which decade of his career do you think he likes best? Was it the 80s, when he was lean and hungry, and indeed, there was nothing to worry about? Or was it the go-go 90s? The post-AIDS era, where our brief flirtation with the lambada would give way to our more respectable marriage to the macarena? So close to silver screen greatness, but so bounced back to cold hard, TV movie reality. Just like Rod Dainel and Tony Bill. C'est la vie. Quel fromage.

Or maybe Orme's favourite is the Roaring 2000s? Oh, things were picking up for Mr. Orme now. A little older, a little wiser, he'd put on his Borehamwood Studios 15 indeed. His music video work was paying off in spades now. And I saw clips of The Lost World featured prominently in... some HD documentary about this really tall place in the Amazon. And he was finally getting to his horror film roots again, with scary titles like Cold Blood and Ghostboat and Goodbye Mr. Chips and ... Fungus the Bogeyman? Good Lourdes! What next? Moribund the Burgermeister?

Oh, surely the 2000s are his favourite decade. Why, look! He's even running the risk of getting his name back on American TV with two episodes of Merlin! This time, the legend's done right. Slightly better effects than the 1998 Merlin, and it doesn't take itself too seriously. Yeah, it was quite a decade indeed, but the road looks to be leading right back to silver screen greatness with 2011's upcoming London Fog. No insider info as of yet, except that the script's by some dude or dudette named Indy Feige. Oh, they can only be related to one person: damn you, Kevin! I gotta go...

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