High Resolution (2019)

“You’re just multitasking me like another device.”
— Erin to Paul

Our affectionate tribute week to the resumé of Mark L. Lester brings us to this exquisite techno-noir: the feature film debut of Jason Lester, the son of director Mark L. Lester and producer Dana Dubovsky.

Now, before you think producing their son’s film is a case of film-family nepotism: Jason is a prolific music video director in his own right (Ryan Beatty, Fall Out Boy, Jess McCartney) who earned his bones courtesy of a BFA with Honors in Film Production from the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. You’ve seen lots of movies by Tisch grads — more than you realize. But in the B&S About Movies universe: Tisch blessed us with the likes of David Dobkin (Jackie Chan’s Shanghai Knights, Peter M. Lenkov’s hit underground comic book, R.I.P.D . . . but we always bow to David for giving us Clint Howard in Ice Cream Man), Matty Rich (Straight Out of Brooklyn; who infamously dropped out of the prestigious school), and Spike Lee (who graduated and wowed us with his debut, Do the Right Thing), Oliver Stone (Natural Born Killers), and Charlie Kaufman (Adaptation).

As I watched High Resolution, I was once again reminded of Italian filmmaker Michelangelo Antonioni’s L’Avventura (1960), La Notte (1961), and L’Eclisse (1962), his trilogy-statement regarding the alienation of man in the modern world; each dealt with the failure of the self and their relationships. Jason Lester’s feature film debut — as with Elisa Fuksas’s The App — is a not-for-everyone, i.e., mainstream, philosophical statement on the existential condition regarding the dangers of man’s prolonged technological exposure that leads to negative cognitive, psychosocial, and psychological effects on one’s psyche.

Unlike in the Antonioni-verse, our coming-of-age young writers, Paul (the fantastic Justin Chon of ABC-TV’s Deception) and Erin (the amazing Ellie Bamber of the BBC’s The Trail of Christine Keeler), don’t eschew physical contact in their on-and-off-again Eros-confused relationship — but they do love their drugs and their spiritually-empty exoticism fueled by an endless stream of parties attended by like-minded materialists; all narcissists who quantify their personal identities via technology. In this world, Paul Chen (a loose, semi-autobiographical Tao Lin, the author of the film’s source material) and Erin are selfish 21st century technonauts who think their personal lives are larger than the lives of others. And to that point: they decide to chronicle their new romance and create a laptop-filmed documentary. For in today’s Kardashian-driven digital epoch: one’s identity is based not on quantitative-quality accomplishments, but in one’s cybercloud virality.

High Resolution is a novel-to-screen adaptation that (in this reviewer’s opinion) was born out of Jason’s father, Mark, eschewing mainstream Hollywood after the failure of his should-have-been box office blockbuster Showdown in Little Tokyo, a 1991 actioner starring the can’t-missing-casting of Dolph Lungren and Brandon Lee. After that film’s dust-up over editorial control, Mark L. Lester began to self-finance and distribute his own movies to retain creative controls. Without the prolific, self-producing vision of Jason’s parents, this whirlwind adaptation of Taipei — the critically-acclaimed and award-winning sixth book/third novel by American novelist Tao Lin that serves as the basis for the film — would have never, ever, been greenlighted by a major studio.

Why?

Well, regardless of thread comments who name-drop the analogous novel addiction-journeys (in the case of Lin: the addiction is not only chemical, but digital) of Bret Easton Ellis’s Less Than Zero (1985), Jay McInerney’s Bright Lights, Big City (1984), and and Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting (1993), Jason Lester’s novel-to-screen adapation of Tao Lin’s Taipei is highly-stylized, i.e, “arty,” courtesy of his parents’ hands-off producing approach. When you hit that big red streaming button, do not expect a Tinseltown-commercialized adaptation of Taipei that reminds of the respective 1987, 1988, and 1996 films born from those youth-disillusioned novels: High Resolution is a (very welcomed) limited-release, Miramax-styled reminder of the art house cinema ’90s. (Comment-reviews failed to mention Hurbet Selby, Jr.’s 1978 novel Requiem for a Dream turned into a same-titled Darren Aronofsky film (2000) — but that was an “arty” film distributed by mini-major Artisan Entertainment that suffered a low-box office turnout.)

Jason Lester is a filmmaker who realizes a director’s vision is only as sharp as the production team he recruits. To that end: the crack production design by April Lasky, the cinematography by Daniel Katz, and sound by the team of Robert Dehn and Caroline Anderson beautifully complements Jason Lester’s interpretative read of Tao Lin’s novel: a film not only of story (or one of “non-story,” as some commenters have stated; but those threaders are not considering the emptiness of Lester’s protagonists who act as their own antagonists and create their own faux-filled lives) but of sight, color, and sound. Lester is a writer and director who expertly understands that film, at its core, is a visual medium. It’s an art form based in “showing” and not “telling”; for film is 90% visual and 10% dialog (and the stage is the reverse). Images tell the story though props, an actor’s body language and, most importantly: that your actors are not skilled in the craft of acting—but “being.”

And High Resolution is a story of “being.” And the question we are left asking: Who do you want to be?

High Resolution currently airs as a Showtime exclusive and streams on Amazon Prime.

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Misbegotten (1997)

Instead of Rebecca De Mornay-style psycho mother coming after kids that aren’t hers, 1997’s Misbegotten has Billy Crapshoot (Kevin Dillon), who is obsessed with fathering kids. The only problem is that he usually ends up choking the life out of even the nicest women. He’s not good with relationships, as they say.

He gets a good plan by donating sperm and then tracking down the parents, terrorizing them until he gets what he wants. He ends up messing with Nick Mancuso (Stingray, the Under Siege movies) and Lysette Anthony (Lyssa from Krull!), starting off tender and then getting more and more insane.

Based on the novel Misbegotten by James Gabriel Berman, this was written by Larry Cohen, uniting him with director Mark Lester, a titanic drive-in/direct-to-video team if I’ve ever seen one.

Should you see this? Kevin Dillon’s character is named Conan Cornelius — he steals the name by killing Stefan Arngrim, yes Barry Lockridge from Land of the Giants and Drugstore from Lester’s Class — and he gets shot multiple times right in his buttonhole maker. You know, his tally-whacker. His 100% All-Beef Thermometer. You know what I mean and I think you do.

The cover art has a baby with lightning coming out of his eyes. The actual movie is Johnny Drama turned up to 11 in a Lifetime movie with no real moral center. So my answer is yes. See this.

You can watch this on YouTube.

Poseidon Rex (2013)

Corin Nemec was originally the lead actor in this movie, but the former Parker Lewis Can’t Lose star was critically injured when a Belizean Coast Guard boat ran into a semi-submerged barge while transporting the crew to set. His leg was decimated and it took multiple blood transfusions to save his life.

Instead, we get Brian Krause, who was once Charles Brady in Sleepwalkers.

He plays Jackson Slate, who has been forced by a local crime lord to dive deep for treasure buried beneath the seas of Belize. He ends up freeing a giant dinosaur who is soon snacking on divers and henchmen with equal aplomb.

There’s a great puppet scene with a hatched baby dinosaur, as well as the big bad final boss getting blasted with a bazooka. It’s schlocky science fiction with bikinis and jetskis, but honestly, as horrible as the real world is today, this is a pretty decent escape that only lasts 79 minutes.

You can watch this on Amazon Prime and Tubi.

Betrayal (2003)

Mark Lester is one of the few drive-in era directors still putting out movies. This one — where Erika Eleniak is on the run from drug dealers and comes into the orbit of a hitwoman (Julie du Page) — is one of the many films he’s quietly released to cable and streaming in the past few years.

Also known as Lady Jayne: Killer, this movie also features Adam Baldwin and James Remar, who is always welcome to be in any movie. As always, the simple idea — killer accidentally takes briefcase with mob money, gets a price on her head and kidnaps a family to escape — is much better in the execution thanks to Lester.

You can watch this on Tubi.

REPOST: Truck Stop Women (1974)

EDITOR’S NOTE: Seeing as how this week belongs to Mark Lester, who am I to deny bringing back this article, originally from August 9, 2019, all about trucks, the mob and Claudia Jennings?

Why would I be awake at 2:51 AM on a school night watching a movie called Truck Stop Women — as well as Road Angels — when I could just as easily be in bed? Well, some would say it’s a devotion to our readers who demand to know more about mid-70’s truck driving action films. But we all. know it’s because this movie has Claudia Jennings in it and that name is enough to make me say, “Well, I’ll at least watch this for a few minutes.” Before you know it, the sun is coming up and I’ve spent all of my beauty sleep hours watching the dearly departed Ms. Jennings skate roller derby or fight the syndicate or play post-apocalyptic games with David Carradine. Tonight is no different.

What can you say about a movie that starts with two gangsters assassinating a naked couple in a bathtub? You roped me in again, Mark Lester, director of CommandoFirestarterClass of 1984Bobbi Joe and the OutlawRoller Boogie and so many other movies that have also kept me awake late into the small hours.

Anna (Lieux Dressler, Grave of the Vampire) runs a brothel for truckers — yes, there was once a thing and I bet there probably still is — in New Mexico. He daughter Rose (Jennings) is one of her girls (so is Uschi Digard!) but she’s tired of her mom running her life and dreams of more money, so she starts working with the Eastern Mafia — led by Smith (John Martino, Paulie Gatto from The Godfather) and Rusty (Speed Stearns, Eat My Dust!)  — to take over the racket.

Oddly enough, $15,000 of this film’s budget came from politician Phil Gramm. There were some articles that made a big stink about it being an adult film, but it’s honestly softcore at best.

Look, any movie where Claudia Jennings yells, “Would Jackie Onassis eat chicken fried steak!?” is going to be one that I end up watching. Whether or not you have the same bad taste as me will determine whether or not you should watch this movie.

Does it help if I tell you that the entire movie stops dead for a montage of an 18 wheeler going across the entire country to the tune of “I’m a Truck,” sung from the POV of the truck itself? Because wow, that totally happens. Hey — Dennis Fimple is in it, so maybe you really should stay up all night. I know that I did.

You can watch this on Tubi and Amazon Prime.

Steel Arena (1973)

Thanks again to my friend Hoss for finding this one — early Mark Lester is not easy at all to track down!

Lester was able to get a bunch of stunt drivers — Dusty Russell, Buddy Love, Gene Drew, Dutch Schnitzer, Speed Stearns, Ed Ryan, Big Tim Welch and Dan Carter — and instead of making just a clip collection of stunts, he created a narrative around all the car damage.

Lester told The Pink Smoke, “I was at the Sacramento River on vacation, just river rafting. I ran into a group of guys there who looked like Hell’s Angels. And I said ‘What do you do?’ They said “We’re the Circus of Death.” They traveled the circuit putting on shows. So I went to some of those and just thought, “Wow.” Originally I wanted to make it as a documentary, then I realized “I know all the real people, I’ll just write a narrative around it.””

He also called this movie a post-Vietnam parable, with gladiators in cars. Kind of like Knightriders, except eight years earlier and no one holds Lester in the same esteem as George Romero. Well, you know. Except me.

I really dug the rambling nature of this film, as well as the open ending. If you can find it, take the time to enjoy it.

Night of the Running Man (1995)

Las Vegas cab driver Jerry Logan (Andrew McCarthy) discovers a stolen million dollars. Before he gets to use it, he’s hunted down by a relentless and cold-blooded assassin (Scott Glen).

How brutal is Glen? He boils McCarthy’s feet so he can’t run away, but he still gets to a hospital in time and falls for his nurse (Janet Gunn, The Quest). As for the boiled feet, you should know better to get into a cab driven by John Glover. I kid — I love that guy and he brings something great to every role, whether it’s Daniel Clamp in Gremlins 2 or A.J. in Ed and His Dead Mother.

Wayne Newton is in this, which makes sense, as he didn’t have to leave Vegas.

Those who watch the credits — hello, I’ve sat in sparse theaters with you — will notice that Alfred Sole did the production design for this movie. Yes, that’s the very same Alfred Sole that made Alice, Sweet Alice.

You can watch this on YouTube.

Gold of the Amazon Women (1979)

Tom Jensen (Bo Svenson) is looking for adventure. What he finds is a tribe of Amazons led by Queen Na-Eela (Anita Ekberg!) and Clarence Blasko (Donald Pleasence) trying to steal their gold.

Richard Romanus (Mean Streets), Bob Minor (Jackson from Commando) and Susan Miller (Playboy September 1972 Playmate of the Month and at 6’1″, the tallest woman at the time to pose for a centerfold; Cara Michelle Meschter beat her by an inch in December 2000) all show up.

If only this was a drive-in movie and not one made on a TV budget. That said, I wasn’t bored and like all of Lester’s movies, it moves fast.

You can watch this on Tubi.

Hitman’s Run (1999)

Sooner or later, Mark Lester and Eric Roberts would have to unite and bring their dual direct to video magic to bear. This would be one of those times and it would not be the last.

Here, Eric is former mob hitman Tony Lazorka, who has become John Dugan in witness protection after he refuses to kill someone. He’s in witness protection which is more like witless protection. And the mob is back on his trail, which is how these things always go. Where’s Arnold ready to erase people these days?

Roberts gets screwed over by a hacker, who we know is a computer wizard because he rides a skateboard and is a general malcontent. He’s played by Esteban Powell, who was in Dazed and Confused and Powder before this. He cannot have been more annoying than he was in this movie and I didn’t want his poor father (Eric Poppick, who always plays nosy neighbors and put-upon doctors; witness Single White Female and Problem Child) to ever find him again. Having the mob kill you would be a better fate than enduring one day with this keyboard kid.

C. Thomas Howell plays a fed, Farrah Forke makes an appearance and plenty of people only I would get excited about are in this, like Damian Chapa (dude, the guys IMDB bio is bonkers; he name drops growing up in a bar across from Larry Flynt’s first Hustler club, then talks about how The James Dean Foundation picked him over Leo for a biopic before they were all murdered, yet he neglects to mention that he played Ken in Street Fighter), Pittsburgh native Lindsay Taylor and Joe Viterelli, who was in the aforementioned Eraser and was a dependable mob character actor, appearing as Jelly in the two Analyze This movies, as well as MobstersBullets Over Broadway and Mafia!

You can watch this on Tubi.

REPOST: Roller Boogie (1979)

EDITOR’S NOTE: As we celebrate a week of Mark Lester’s films, let’s go back to June 12, 2019 when we shared this epic of skating. 

I’m here to tell you that in my small hometown that the Ellport Roller Rink was the biggest deal when I was seven years old in 1979.

While dead today, this was the front of the Ellport Roller Rink.

I bet you can guess that your author spent more time playing that Gorgar machine than skating.

Most Friday nights and plenty of birthday parties were spent there, rolling around the track that seemed huge as a child but was probably impossibly small were I to see it today. That’s why if someone watches 1979’s Roller Boogie they probably will laugh at its charming anachronisms and wonder if this could have ever been the real world. It was. I am here to tell you, on some small level, when I was a chubby seven-year-old, my birthday party was my parent’s approximation of this film. Also: I got a Rodan doll, so I’ll say that that was my best birthday ever.

Roller Boogie concerns Terry Barkley, rich girl classical flutist (this makes the third movie in a row I’ve watched where Linda Blair’s family just ignores her) and Bobby James (real-life roller skating champion Jim Bray), the man who she hires to train her to be a skater. Also, Terry drives perhaps the greatest car I’ve seen in a film, an Excalibur Phaeton. Luckily, IMDB informed me that it’s actually an Excalibur SSK, which ended up being an overpriced, hard to drive kit car cover version of a Mercedes SSK that cost way more than it should have.

They’re from different sides of the track, the rollerskating track that is. Both of their respective sets of friends and family make fun of them for falling in love as they’re obviously not made for one another.

Sadly, Jammers, the club where everyone skates, is about to be sold to the mafia to pay off a debt. This means that a fancy party gets ruined and a bunch of rollerskaters have a massive chase sequence. Then there’s a Boogie Contest before Terry goes to New York to be the queen of the flute and Bobby goes to the Roller Skate Olympics.

This is the kind of movie where a DJ leans into a mic and says, “It’s time to play you some of that new sound.” Where people lift on Venice Beach. Where more time is given to people leaping on their skates over barrels than character development. Where Linda Blair wears skimpy outfits and bikinis in the film that’s amazingly her last studio film, yet she continues to act today. Impossibly, it looks gorgeous, which I contribute to the talent of Dean Cundy, the director of photography whose magic helped make Halloween stand out so much.

Roller Boogie was written by Barry Schneider, who also wrote two movies based on hit songs, Harper Valley P.T.A. and Take This Job and Shove It, as well as Ruby, Deadly Force and Class of 1984. Irwin Yablans, who produced Halloween and Tourist Trap, helped create the story and also produced. And director Mark Lester would go on to helm Class of 1984Class of 1999Commando and Firestarter.

This movie was a success at the box office and a sequel — Acapulco Roller Boogie — was proposed before disco died. If you’re still in the mood for roller skating movies, however, I can also recommend Skatetown, U.S.A., which features Scott Baio and Patrick Swayze on wheels with Flip Wilson, Maureen McCormick, Ron Palillo and Ruth Buzzi providing the laughs and the love.

This movie came at a crossroads in Blair’s life. She had to fly to Florida right after filming ending to face cocaine possession charges and thought that this film would remove her from being typecast for intense horror fare. However, the very next year, she’d star in Hell Night.

PS: Becca has an eagle eye for movie locations. Terry’s house was also used in the music video for The Cars’ “Magic” and the movie Blind Date.

You can get it from Olive Films.