Richard Tyson

Ghost of Goodnight Lane (2014, Alin Bijan)

Ghost of Goodnight Lane is nearly okay. It's definitely amusing throughout–director and co-writer Bijan inexplicably throws on a terrible epilogue thing–and the constant joking really helps it. Most of the scenes play like a horror movie spoof, only one where the movie doesn't take the time to laugh at itself. There's a joke, there's a moment for the viewer to laugh or smile, but there's a prolonged delay. It moves. But then there are also these lame insert shots of the haunted house with bad CG ominous weather. And the movie's about a small film production company, so there should be some acknowledgment of the disconnect–a movie changing in editing.

There are a couple good running jokes and they're always coming at the most inappropriate time. It's set in Dallas, not Hollywood, which makes the apathy somehow more grounded. And funny.

The most important component are the leads. Billy Zane plays the dimwit narcissist director and producer. He's hilarious. Every line delivery is played for maximum effect (and humor). Lacey Chabert and Matt Dallas are the young couple working for him. They're both good. Neither has much to do, but they're likable and play off Zane's silliness well.

Christine Bently is surprisingly solid as the bimbo actress. Actually, all of the supporting players are fine except Lynn Andrews III. He's bad (and is in the first act a lot).

Bijan occasionally has some good shots.

Ghost goes on too long, but thanks to cast and script, it has its moments.



Produced and directed by Alin Bijan; written by Bijan and Amy Acosta; director of photography, David Blood; edited by Bijan and Jonny Revolt; music by Amin Emam; production designers, Adam Dietrich and Matthew Englebert; released by Inception Media Group, LLC.

Starring Billy Zane (Alan), Lacey Chabert (Dani), Matt Dallas (Ben), Adam Whittington (Johnny), Christine Bently (Laurel Matthews), Danielle Harris (Chloe), Brina Palencia (Micah), Lynn Andrews III (Amin), John Franklin (Nico), Allyn Carrell (Thelma) and Richard Tyson (Ron).

Battlefield Earth (2000, Roger Christian)

If only someone involved in Battlefield Earth realized they should be making fun of the story instead of being earnest, it might have some camp value. Instead, between Barry Pepper’s humorless protagonist and John Travolta’s ludicrous villain, Earth is an exasperating affair. No one noticed Forest Whitaker looks like the Cowardly Lion? Really? He looks just like him. He just needs a tail.

I expected Earth to be far worse. Travolta’s bad but not spectacularly (for him). Earth just shows having a movie where most of the characters are giant stupid-looking space aliens is a bad idea. It doesn’t help director Roger Christian isn’t competent enough to direct a Downy Fabric Softener commercial. He tilts his camera all the time and apparently instructed editor Robin Russell to use a lot of Star Wars style transition swipes. But Earth has little in common with Star Wars. Battlefield Earth is hard sci-fi; it’s exactly why I snicker when I hear that phrase.

Well, Roman DeBeers notwithstanding.

Additionally terrible things about Earth include Giles Nuttgens’s photography, Elia Cmiral’s music (especially) and the writing. But it’s hard to say whether the dumbest elements are from the script or the source novel. The aliens, it turns out, never shut off the United States’s apparently infinite power grid… after a thousand years of occupation.

But the special effects aren’t bad and Kim Coates is actually good in his sidekick role.

And Earth does move somewhat briskly. The stupidity and wholesale ineptness make it interesting.



Directed by Roger Christian; screenplay by Corey Mandell and J.D. Shapiro, based on the novel by L. Ron Hubbard; director of photography, Giles Nuttgens; edited by Robin Russell; music by Elia Cmiral; production designer, Patrick Tatopoulos; produced by Elie Samaha, Jonathan D. Krane and John Travolta; released by Warner Bros.

Starring John Travolta (Terl), Barry Pepper (Jonnie Goodboy Tyler), Forest Whitaker (Ker), Kim Coates (Carlo), Richard Tyson (Robert the Fox) and Sabine Karsenti (Chrissy).

Red Princess Blues (2010, Alex Ferrari)

Oh, it’s Robert Forster narrating? It sounded like someone doing a William Shatner impression.

Red Princess Blues is a superhero short. Sure, Rachel Grant is playing a kung fu vigilante (or something), but it’s basically a superhero thing.

It opens with a very nice shot of a carnival (the establishing shots utilize the Panavision aspect, the content itself does not–Ferrari restricts his actors to the center of the frame) and narration suggesting an exposé of carny life. It’s not.

Richard Tyson–who’s fantastic–is some drunken would-be rapist after a young girl (Tabitha Morella). Grant saves her, takes out Tyson and the armed, kung fu carnies backing him up.

Awful supporting turns from Aurelia Scheppers and Alejandra Morin. Grant’s clownish; Morella doesn’t have enough lines to display any acting ability or lack thereof.

Ferrari’s editing is bad, but it doesn’t matter–once the “action” starts, Princess gets unbearable.

1/3Not Recommended


Written, directed and edited by Alex Ferrari; director of photography, Ricardo Jacques Gale; music by Cris Velasco; production designer, Carlos Osorio; produced by Sean Buck, Dan Cregan, Ferrari, Gale, Osorio and Kelly Andrea Rubin; released by The Enigma Factory.

Starring Richard Tyson (Rimo), Rachel Grant (Princess), Tabitha Morella (Zoe), Thushari Jayasekera (Strawberry Mary), Aurelia Scheppers (Silky), Alejandra Morin (Loca Marie), Mitch L. Guy (Quick Mitch), Michael J. Sielaff (Skinny Dubois) and Brian Hite (Clyde Ledbetter); narrated by Robert Forster.

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