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Wild Things: Foursome
Sony Pictures // Unrated // June 1, 2010
List Price: $30.95 [Buy now and save at Amazon]
The Film:
"It's fun to watch rich people be naughty!" -- Peter Griffin, "Family Guy"
Granted, Mr. Griffin was watching laundry tumble in a washing machine with beer in-hand while saying that, but he's clearly on to something. Do we, in fact, relish in seeing the silver spoons of society toss caution to the wind and become Brutuses to their Caesars, and does that become the lure in seeing this fourth installment in the Wild Things franchise, the classily-titled Wild Things: Foursome? Oh, hell, who am I kidding, it's all about the mindless, money-driven shenanigans fueling double-crosses and sexual gallivanting with multiple partners, featuring endless attempts at twisting and titillating the audience. Though Foursome flaunts skin and spirals madly, there's no denying that all the vine-like weaving in the plot just goes through the motions set in line by the original, while, at the same time, having about as much intriguing liveliness and sizzle as wet towels on spin cycle.
It's been several years since I've seen John McNaughton's Wild Things, a cult film that pop culture now knows as the "threesome" flick with then it-actors and it-actresses being carnally wicked. The film's actual purpose as a serviceable whodunit gets glossed over because of that fact, yet its cinematic merits are assuredly not the reasons why two sequels (no, really) have hit the DTV market. By now, this "Wild Things" structure has more or less become a genre of its own: chomping-at-the-bits money mongers form around somebody with a lot of dough, often a family member, while scheming ensues, accidents happen, and a whirlwind of murder and sex becomes the pathway to becoming rich. This time, in the Miami / Blue Bay-set Foursome, the key players are Carson Wheetly (Ashley Parker Angel), the obnoxiously bratty son to a wealthy racecar driver, his uppity girlfriend Rachel (Marnette Patterson, Starship Troopers 3: Marauder), and Brandi Cox (Jillian Murray, An American Carol) -- a poor daughter of a fisherman and maid who "grew up" with Rachel.
Speedboat racing for cash, booze-fueled romps, bikini-clad girls everywhere ... sounds like paradise, but trouble starts a'brewing when Carson's father dies in an "accident" (not a speedboat wreck, as stated in the official synopsis) and the context of his will takes a Rain Man-esque turn -- leaving questions about his death in the open and Carson without his father's money to lean on. However, trouble's also brewing within the scripting for Wild Things: Foursome, which works on a level of integrity equal to the softcore "Skin-emax" claptrap that's barely buoyant enough to coast us from skin shot to skin shot. Early on, Carson and his cronies of both male and female persuasion blurt out some distinctly cringe-worthy lines, one's that aren't nearly as so-bad-it's-good funny as they'd like 'em to be. But, hey, don't listen to me:
Alright, so the dialogue's not so hot. That's fine, as it wasn't exactly pitch-perfect in the original Wild Things, either. However, the acting as a whole doesn't do the nerve-grinding dialogue any favors, aside from up-comer Jillian Murray doing what she can with Brandi. With more charismatic performers, it could've been a fun, sleazy yuck-fest through inane lines and plothole-ridden lunacy; instead, the acting's rickety, cheeky and uninteresting from almost all involved. John Schneider, who'll be most readily recognizable as either Bo from "The Dukes of Hazzard" or as Clark Kent's father from "Smallville", skates by as he grooves with the flashy flavor in his appearance as the homicide detective on Carson's father's case. To say he's a better talent than this is an understatement, though the sauciness he adds certainly brightens the picture up.
Thankfully, a large hunk of the cornball dialogue does subside in Foursome as the film progresses, but it veers out of the way for a tailspin of plot twists that, if you've seen the original, are at least mildly foreseeable. See, that's the problem with stringing a franchise along, whether it be slasher horror flicks or certain screwball comedies -- the audience begins to know what's coming. They're conditioned to expect guns to be drawn, backs to be stabbed, and vast sums of money to be tossed around in more than questionable ways, which makes the already derivative soap-opera hijinks all them more aggravating. It doesn't help that the dialogue still off-and-on infuriates once the meek plot complications begin to twist around one another.
That ain't the last time you'll hear "hot piece of ass" in this, by the way. Not by a longshot.
As the plot squeaks along through legalese, rape accusations, blackmail, extortion, and all sorts of hair-brained mawkishness that'll sound devastating familiar, none of it feels fresh -- even when there's a glint of creativity behind the numerous connective twists. Supposedly, that's part of the point to Foursome: you see the name, and you essentially expect yet another iteration of that framework. With that entails the same "steamy" sequences, signature excuses to get hot young actors naked together for celebratory wealth-driven romps in the sack (or the shower). And, yes, Foursome lives up to its name, both in a literal and a justice-to-the-franchise fashion, though any sense of eroticism fritters away at the story's limpness. They're neither successfully provocative in that regard, nor very convincing on any situational level.
So ... what's the point? Well, there are a few sexy speedboats and sports cars to gawk at, the Miami setting -- both the maritime environment and the denizens walking within -- can be fleetingly vibrant to the eyes, and the key actors are all attractive people that'll spark us regular folks to renew gym memberships in a snap. You'll find an unremarkable yet lengthy sex scene that earns the film's namesake, a few other giggly teases at steaminess when the script mix-'n-matches the partners, and, well, the smarmy edge from John Schneider and the affable liaison / lackey played by Ethan S. Smith pump a meager amount of integrity into the picture. All that's sprinkled atop a bunch of bolt-headed youths who don't "want to settle" for just a few million dollars here and there, ending in a scheme of massive proportions that proves it's just not worth watching these money-hungry dolts carry out their ploys.
The Blu-ray:
Video and Audio:
Well, at least the girls in bikinis and Florida landscape will look good on Blu-ray, right? Not exactly, as this 1080p AVC encode offers a wholly unsatisfying image, especially for a film of this age. A common misnomer tossed around the home theater spectrum implies that a high-definition release looks "barely better" than the Blu-ray, though improvements can certainly be detected. After comparing the Blu-ray to the DVD presentation of Wild Things: Foursome, that's a comparison that almost literally translates to this disc. Flesh tones, grain, and the contours along lines are a hare's breath more refined in high-definition, while the 24p native movement adds an extra plus, but everything else looks nearly identical -- which, through merely satisfactory flesh tones, erratic grain, plenty of print debris in spots and mostly flat dimensionality, isn't really a good thing.
The same goes for the DTS HD Master Audio track, which only sounds a itsy-bitsy bit better than the Dolby Digital 5.1 track. Dialogue remains clear, the moody music flutters just fine, while little elements like the rushing water from a shower capture out ears just like they should. There's not much dynamism at all, somewhat weak bass usage, and very little in the slightest that's memorable, but it does the job fine enough for the purposes at hand. Subtitles are available in English, English SDH, and French to accompany the sole DTS HD Master Audio track.
Special Features:
Like most of the other Wild Things sequels, this disc comes with nothing else other than the feature itself and a cluster of Previews -- though, strangely, they don't include trailers for any of the other Wild Things films.
Final Thoughts:
Not much else to say about Wild Things: Foursome, other than to check out the original and Skip this rehash of all the same stuff. Other than switching out the actors, there's very little reason to have a desire in seeing this, and the fresh faces aren't enough to sell this "new" experience. If the urge just really strikes you to rent this, know that the DVD will satisfy just as much as the Blu-ray.
Thomas Spurlin, Staff Reviewer -- DVDTalk Reviews | Personal Blog/Site
"It's fun to watch rich people be naughty!" -- Peter Griffin, "Family Guy"
Granted, Mr. Griffin was watching laundry tumble in a washing machine with beer in-hand while saying that, but he's clearly on to something. Do we, in fact, relish in seeing the silver spoons of society toss caution to the wind and become Brutuses to their Caesars, and does that become the lure in seeing this fourth installment in the Wild Things franchise, the classily-titled Wild Things: Foursome? Oh, hell, who am I kidding, it's all about the mindless, money-driven shenanigans fueling double-crosses and sexual gallivanting with multiple partners, featuring endless attempts at twisting and titillating the audience. Though Foursome flaunts skin and spirals madly, there's no denying that all the vine-like weaving in the plot just goes through the motions set in line by the original, while, at the same time, having about as much intriguing liveliness and sizzle as wet towels on spin cycle.
It's been several years since I've seen John McNaughton's Wild Things, a cult film that pop culture now knows as the "threesome" flick with then it-actors and it-actresses being carnally wicked. The film's actual purpose as a serviceable whodunit gets glossed over because of that fact, yet its cinematic merits are assuredly not the reasons why two sequels (no, really) have hit the DTV market. By now, this "Wild Things" structure has more or less become a genre of its own: chomping-at-the-bits money mongers form around somebody with a lot of dough, often a family member, while scheming ensues, accidents happen, and a whirlwind of murder and sex becomes the pathway to becoming rich. This time, in the Miami / Blue Bay-set Foursome, the key players are Carson Wheetly (Ashley Parker Angel), the obnoxiously bratty son to a wealthy racecar driver, his uppity girlfriend Rachel (Marnette Patterson, Starship Troopers 3: Marauder), and Brandi Cox (Jillian Murray, An American Carol) -- a poor daughter of a fisherman and maid who "grew up" with Rachel.
Speedboat racing for cash, booze-fueled romps, bikini-clad girls everywhere ... sounds like paradise, but trouble starts a'brewing when Carson's father dies in an "accident" (not a speedboat wreck, as stated in the official synopsis) and the context of his will takes a Rain Man-esque turn -- leaving questions about his death in the open and Carson without his father's money to lean on. However, trouble's also brewing within the scripting for Wild Things: Foursome, which works on a level of integrity equal to the softcore "Skin-emax" claptrap that's barely buoyant enough to coast us from skin shot to skin shot. Early on, Carson and his cronies of both male and female persuasion blurt out some distinctly cringe-worthy lines, one's that aren't nearly as so-bad-it's-good funny as they'd like 'em to be. But, hey, don't listen to me:
| |
"If fucking up were a desirable skill, you'd be President right now." "Well, if being an arrogant asshole was equally valued, you'd be my Vice." | "Like what?" "A kissing contest." |
Alright, so the dialogue's not so hot. That's fine, as it wasn't exactly pitch-perfect in the original Wild Things, either. However, the acting as a whole doesn't do the nerve-grinding dialogue any favors, aside from up-comer Jillian Murray doing what she can with Brandi. With more charismatic performers, it could've been a fun, sleazy yuck-fest through inane lines and plothole-ridden lunacy; instead, the acting's rickety, cheeky and uninteresting from almost all involved. John Schneider, who'll be most readily recognizable as either Bo from "The Dukes of Hazzard" or as Clark Kent's father from "Smallville", skates by as he grooves with the flashy flavor in his appearance as the homicide detective on Carson's father's case. To say he's a better talent than this is an understatement, though the sauciness he adds certainly brightens the picture up.
Thankfully, a large hunk of the cornball dialogue does subside in Foursome as the film progresses, but it veers out of the way for a tailspin of plot twists that, if you've seen the original, are at least mildly foreseeable. See, that's the problem with stringing a franchise along, whether it be slasher horror flicks or certain screwball comedies -- the audience begins to know what's coming. They're conditioned to expect guns to be drawn, backs to be stabbed, and vast sums of money to be tossed around in more than questionable ways, which makes the already derivative soap-opera hijinks all them more aggravating. It doesn't help that the dialogue still off-and-on infuriates once the meek plot complications begin to twist around one another.
Do you believe me, because without your trust, I'm nothing." | You don't say "no" to a hot piece of ass like that." |
That ain't the last time you'll hear "hot piece of ass" in this, by the way. Not by a longshot.
As the plot squeaks along through legalese, rape accusations, blackmail, extortion, and all sorts of hair-brained mawkishness that'll sound devastating familiar, none of it feels fresh -- even when there's a glint of creativity behind the numerous connective twists. Supposedly, that's part of the point to Foursome: you see the name, and you essentially expect yet another iteration of that framework. With that entails the same "steamy" sequences, signature excuses to get hot young actors naked together for celebratory wealth-driven romps in the sack (or the shower). And, yes, Foursome lives up to its name, both in a literal and a justice-to-the-franchise fashion, though any sense of eroticism fritters away at the story's limpness. They're neither successfully provocative in that regard, nor very convincing on any situational level.
So ... what's the point? Well, there are a few sexy speedboats and sports cars to gawk at, the Miami setting -- both the maritime environment and the denizens walking within -- can be fleetingly vibrant to the eyes, and the key actors are all attractive people that'll spark us regular folks to renew gym memberships in a snap. You'll find an unremarkable yet lengthy sex scene that earns the film's namesake, a few other giggly teases at steaminess when the script mix-'n-matches the partners, and, well, the smarmy edge from John Schneider and the affable liaison / lackey played by Ethan S. Smith pump a meager amount of integrity into the picture. All that's sprinkled atop a bunch of bolt-headed youths who don't "want to settle" for just a few million dollars here and there, ending in a scheme of massive proportions that proves it's just not worth watching these money-hungry dolts carry out their ploys.
The Blu-ray:
Video and Audio:
Well, at least the girls in bikinis and Florida landscape will look good on Blu-ray, right? Not exactly, as this 1080p AVC encode offers a wholly unsatisfying image, especially for a film of this age. A common misnomer tossed around the home theater spectrum implies that a high-definition release looks "barely better" than the Blu-ray, though improvements can certainly be detected. After comparing the Blu-ray to the DVD presentation of Wild Things: Foursome, that's a comparison that almost literally translates to this disc. Flesh tones, grain, and the contours along lines are a hare's breath more refined in high-definition, while the 24p native movement adds an extra plus, but everything else looks nearly identical -- which, through merely satisfactory flesh tones, erratic grain, plenty of print debris in spots and mostly flat dimensionality, isn't really a good thing.
The same goes for the DTS HD Master Audio track, which only sounds a itsy-bitsy bit better than the Dolby Digital 5.1 track. Dialogue remains clear, the moody music flutters just fine, while little elements like the rushing water from a shower capture out ears just like they should. There's not much dynamism at all, somewhat weak bass usage, and very little in the slightest that's memorable, but it does the job fine enough for the purposes at hand. Subtitles are available in English, English SDH, and French to accompany the sole DTS HD Master Audio track.
Special Features:
Like most of the other Wild Things sequels, this disc comes with nothing else other than the feature itself and a cluster of Previews -- though, strangely, they don't include trailers for any of the other Wild Things films.
Final Thoughts:
Not much else to say about Wild Things: Foursome, other than to check out the original and Skip this rehash of all the same stuff. Other than switching out the actors, there's very little reason to have a desire in seeing this, and the fresh faces aren't enough to sell this "new" experience. If the urge just really strikes you to rent this, know that the DVD will satisfy just as much as the Blu-ray.
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