Memory Lane

Memory_LaneFirst, the pros. Memory Lane was made for $300. No, we haven’t left off a zero or two. This film was made for less than the cost of a brand-new iPhone. And it looks and sounds (for the most part – we’ll get to the other part later) great. The film looks slick, the cinematography is good for the budget, and the score is poignant and evocative. Kudos to first-time director Shawn Holmes for that.

Furthermore, it’s also refreshing to see a low-budget, indie film that’s more than your umpteenth zom-com or self-aware slasher. The story for this one is a little more ambitious, a little more cerebral, and that’s to the film’s credit. However, when the numbers don’t quite add up and the viewer is left hanging, the credit ultimately becomes a debit.

Memory Lane has echoes of Christopher Nolan’s Memento, what with its unreliable protagonist and leaps in chronology. Nonetheless, where Memento was like an M.C. Escher sketch – looping back and forth and all the way around again but always remaining tautly connected – Memory Lane is a puzzle whose pieces just don’t seem to fit.

Nick Boxer is a vet back from a tour of Afghanistan. He’s saddled with a boatload of PTSD and guilt. Having difficulty acclimating to civilian life, Nick is out for a late-night jog when he spots a girl whom he thinks is about to leap off of a bridge. He pulls her back. She identifies herself as Kayla M. and Nick falls deeply in love.

memory-lane-02Without even knowing the girl’s last name, Nick buys a ring to propose marriage. Unfortunately, he finds Kayla dead in the bathtub with her wrists slit Heartbroken, Nick later decides to take his own life by electrocuting himself in the tub. He’s resuscitated by his friend Ben but not before experiencing vivid, tactile memories of his beloved – bits and pieces that he did not notice before. He also receives implications that Kayla’s death may have involved foul play.

Nick figures that if he continually stops his heart and is then revived, he can slip back into the afterlife and learn more about Kayla and the events surrounding her death. Nick and his friends devise a DIY suicide machine of sorts so Nick could slip back and forth and hopefully find the answers he’s looking for.

memory_lane_1Memory Lane’s concept is intriguing. Unfortunately, the editing and non-linear structure ultimately sink the film and the viewer is left as befuddled as Nick. Furthermore, the miniscule budget rears its ugly head in the sound recording department as some lines of dialogue are impossible to decipher. And for a film whose central conceit is a mystery where each scene and word is imbued with some sort of clue or meaning, not being able to understand what the characters are saying is a huge drawback.

Ultimately, Memory Lane feels hollow. There’s a lot to admire in the film, but in the end, not a lot to love. The director does show incredible potential though, and if he can make a film that looks this good for $300, one wonders what can be done for the price of two iPhones instead.

** (out of five)

Firestorm

Firestorm

CHECK OUT THE PODCAST DISCUSSION OF FIRESTORM.

Backdraft meets The Right Stuff and for the sake of authenticity, Scott Glenn is thrown in for good measure. Unfortunately, this Firestorm mission has been grounded.

“Smokejumpers” are basically firefighter paratroopers and they’re led by NFL Sunday host and 6’5, 280-lb football Hall of Famer Howie Long as Jesse.

In the opener he descends from the sky to battle a wildfire and rescue a cute little girl trapped in accommodations that look like the Unabomber’s digs. In tow, Scott Glenn as “Wynt,” who has a motor home land on him a la the witch in a white trash Wizard of Oz! It merely buggers up his leg and puts him into early quasi retirement rather than the morgue.

Because this is a terrible action film, it’s vital to utter the title somewhere: “You don’t wanna get caught in a firestorm!” Duly noted. Also, because this is a terrible action film, the cute little girl and the cute little girl’s cute little dog is rescued.

With Wynt out of commission, Jesse takes the helm and trains recruits, one of whom nearly drops an axe on his head from a high pole, that madcap. But smokejumpers aren’t the only ones battling fires. There are also some of the “volunteer” variety.

Apparently license plate manufacturing and roadside litter pick-up aren’t the only means to earn money for cigarettes in the Wyoming penal system. You see convicts (albeit ones who are serving sentences for un-scary felonies), are frequently brought in to help battle blazes! (“the people aren’t stupid, they’re aware of the risk!” someone says of this pilot project).

However, one Shaye (William Forsythe, The Devil’s Rejects and Raising Arizona) has shanked one of the cons conscripted to battle the forest fire and assumed his identity by donning glasses and chopping off his hair. Now, why there was no lockdown after said shanking and the vocational outing continued unabated is a question for screenwriters to answer.

Shaye’s a psychopath, who’s promised four convict firefighters, he’ll give them a cut of millions of dollars after their getaway. The perils of leaving convicts with pickaxes are soon realized, as the five overcome the guards and the professional firefighters set an even larger fire and trap them and the remaining convicts in the prison bus as the blaze approaches.

firestorm1-Along the way, a few of the dim-bulb henchmen end up dead so the psychopath Shaye can get a better cut of the loot.

Donning the deceased firefighter garb rather than prison-issue orange, they hack their way through the forest in hopes of finding a trading post. Shaye dons an unimpressive Canadian accent and suggests his escapees do the same (while references to Gretzky and the French abound, eh?)

Along the way they encounter a birder and another variety of flying species- Howie Long’s Jesse descending from the skies. He presses them for details on what they’re doing so near the fire and probably chalks up the cons’ utter lack of firefighting know-how to the fact they’re Canadian.

Shaye sends a big Russian goon (and ex-wrestler) to kill Jesse when they reach the trading post and Long’s NFL defensive tackle moves are showcased in a protracted fight inside, before the structure is set ablaze and a triumphant Howie Long flies through an open window, and over the balcony on a motorbike conveniently parked inside the trading post (!).

Speaking of convenience, we learn that the birder is not just an aficionado of rare spotted owls but that she is….A COMBAT MEDIC WITH SOME MARINE TRAINING!

We find out that Howie Long is afraid of water (charming and ironic, right?) as the duo has to escape twin dangers of angry cons who don’t want the authorities tipped off about their whereabouts as well as a raging inferno.

Hilariously inept, cliché-addled and lunk-headed. Highly recommended.

***1/2 (out of 5)