What exactly is there to be said about this utterly worthless, incredibly dull, addle-brained waste of 101 minutes except that it’s an utterly worthless, incredibly dull, addle-brained waste of 101 minutes? That pretty much says it all. The 1987 original may have been no great shakes, but it was at least amusingly subversive exploitation trash. This, on the other hand, is simply trash that pretends to be something else. It’s kind of like the Weekly World News claiming to be the New York Times—and about as persuasive a pose.
The story line is roughly the same as the original. You have a homicidal nutcase, David Harris (Dylan Walsh, TV’s Nip Tuck), going around marrying into what he imagines to be perfect families—or families he can make “perfect.” When the families turn out not to meet his standards, he casually offs them and moves on to the next one. That’s about it. When it was made 22 years ago, it had a certain point. We were then in the age of Ronald Reagan’s 1950s Disneyfied dream of an America that never was, and the nebulous term “family values” was common coin. About the only films that tackled this topic were more or less of the exploitation variety, like Ken Russell’s Crimes of Passion (1984) and Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986), along with David Lynch’s Blue Velvet (1986). Though not in the same league as those titles, the original Stepfather was part of that reaction. What we have here is a superfluous PG-13 retread—and a bad one at that.
Considering that the film tells us exactly what Harris is and establishes his modus operandi in the very first scene—a kind of TV hack director’s notion of something “chilling”—there’s not much in the way of surprise about where the movie is going. Naturally, that means it’s going to take forever to get there. So we trudge our way, through the return of wayward 22-year-old high-school junior Michael Harding (Penn Badgley, TV’s Gossip Girl) from a stint at military school, and into the arms of his 22-year-old high-school junior girlfriend, Kelly (Amber Heard, Zombieland), and that of his family. (Since both Badgley and Heard appear to have been cast for their toned physiques, count on much beef and cheesecake.)
Poor Michael finds that mom Susan (Sela Ward, The Day After Tomorrow) has hooked up with serial killer David and is rightly skeptical. Mom, however, is dazzled. Mom is an idiot. Five seconds of David should be enough to clue in even the most vacuous specimen of humanity that the guy is trying to sell you his used car or his religion or some load of clams. Of course, the entire film only functions on the idea that no one involved is capable of anything tougher in the reasoning department than tying a shoelace. The dullest mayhem imaginable follows at the pace of a very old snail.
Some marginal amusement may be derived from the film’s climax, which feels more than a little derivative of another dreadful thriller from earlier this year, Obsessed. The manner in which The Stepfather seems to be working on a dumb thriller checklist—killer left for dead without making sure, killer disappears over edge of roof so arm can appear out of nowhere etc.—is admittedly funny, but not funny enough to outweigh the tedium. Even if you see this thing for free, you’ll be overcharged. Rated PG-13 for intense sequences of violence, disturbing images, mature thematic material and brief sensuality.
Does anyone else think this movie was really about the Right’s underlying fear and distrust and hatred of Obama and their refusal to accept him as POTUS?
Probably not, and I’m not even going to try to take a stab at your latest screen name. It appears to have something to do with Abba or Saabs or Addis Ababa or the unspeakable vice of the Greeks.
Think about it. The “step” father (re: illegitimate POTUS) who mysteriously takes over their life, who has dark, hidden secrets, and is only steps ahead of the press in hiding his crimes. It’s how the birthers, et al see Obama.
It’s perfect, and is attempting to capitalize on an underlying theme of distrust as to the legitimacy of our greatest paternal figure, The President.
Oh, and it’s still pronounced “pffff”, or “Piff” for those with a decidedly Anglo Tongue.
It’s perfect, and is attempting to capitalize on an underlying theme of distrust as to the legitimacy of our greatest paternal figure, The President.
It may be perfect, but the premise is 22 years old. Harder still to overcome, I suspect, is selling the idea that the folks who made this version actually have any ideas to peddle.
Oh, i know it’s a remake. I dont mean it is their intention, just an obvious interpretation in my mind. Not that i’ve seen the movie, i;m just basing it on the endless stream of ads i see for it.
It’s not that they are peddling an idea, though, it;s that they are subconsciously picking up on a cultural theme, or something like that.
Obama is Stepfather.
As a reading it probably has merit. I’d be the last person to suggest that art is invariably conscious. Now, if I can only manage to see The Stepfather as art…
Michael represents the future of Patriotic America, which has been distracted by their duties to Nation from what their Liberal “Mother” has been doing to their household (Country). So, when they (future of Patriotic America) finally come home, they find this obviously strange, questionable, and terrible man has taken over the head of their House (Country).
Meanwhile, Mom (Liberals) are so naive and in awe of this new Stepfather (Obama) that they dont see the very obvious, telltale signs of his terrorist past and his desire to destroy their home (America).
Of course, in the end, the True Patriots prevail, and Mom and the rest of the nation have no choice but to admit that they were very wrong to not trust the Patriot’s intuition and careful research about Obama’s nebulous past, and American can begin rebuilding after the horrrors of the Obama reign of terror.
Or something like that.
Poor Michael finds that mom Susan (Sela Ward, The Day After Tomorrow) has hooked up with serial killer David and is rightly skeptical. Mom, however, is dazzled. Mom is an idiot. Five seconds of David should be enough to clue in even the most vacuous specimen of humanity that the guy is trying to sell you his used car or his religion or some load of clams. Of course, the entire film only functions on the idea that no one involved is capable of anything tougher in the reasoning department than tying a shoelace. The dullest mayhem imaginable follows at the pace of a very old snail.
come on. no one else?
No sense of adventure.