Conspiração Atômica

God i love those transparent, glowing phones and radios that chick has.

Anyway, not as bad as many people say it is. I'm actually a fan of Tobe Hooper's later work (well, some of it). I think people expect far too much of him based on the cultural impact of TCM and its just not fair. Tobe Hooper's films have always been rather fun and campy, while simultaneously making (sometimes rather heavy handed) sociocultural critiques. As others have noted, Spontaneous Combustion has underlying themes relating to the way that the 50's atomic bomb influenced and informed the culture of the 80's. A lot of biting references to the 'nuclear family' and its place in society as well as how both the presence and absence can affect us as we grow up and become adults. I honestly have no idea why most people say this started his downward slide cause its actually pretty good- a lot better than his remake of Invaders, that's for sure.

Righty right. Here's a bit about SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION: the government is trying to engineer the perfect weapon for war. It fails, and the project is supposedly buried. Years later, however, a young college student by the name of David (Sam), is finding out slowly that he is something more than human. So, he intends to find out just what he is, and a path of destruction and fire is left in his wake. Now, I can see why this has been called Tobe Hooper's only failure at a movie, but it is a gem. But, the only reason why this is a good flick is because of the presence of Brad Dourif. As always, he's excellent. Rent this flick, that is if you can find it. The beginning is slow, but it is very entertaining.

Nevada desert, 1955. Peggy and Brian Bell, are being experimented on by the US Army to test the effects of exposure to atomic energy whilst testing a nuclear bomb. The test seems to go well, and the Bells are located in a picturesque suburbia. However, after giving birth to their son, the couple suddenly spontaneously combusted, a clear effect of the nuclear fallout. The baby boy survives them, and grows up to be Sam (Brad Dourif).

So we flash forward to the present day, where Sam's freakish ability to combust becomes increasingly dangerous to both himself and others around him. In one scene (with a cameo from John Landis), Sam has called into a radio psychic DJ - who has now gone off the air - and gets through to the Landis' radio technician who refuses to pass him onto the DJ (Dr Persons - played by Joe Mays). This increases Sam's anger (which as we have seen previously, makes Sam burnier), and he projects fire through the phone (in a pseudo-telekinetic flash), which results in fire streaming from the knee-caps of poor Landis. Sam's main goal is to find out about his parents and to determine why these phenomena keep occurring.

Tobe Hooper has not had it easy since the release of exceptionally brilliant debut The Texas Chain-Saw Massacre (1974). All of his subsequent films have either fallen foul of studio intervention (Death Trap (1977), The Funhouse (1981)), executive producer Steven Spielberg's ultimate overbearing on-set presence (Poltergeist (1982), or just poorly conceived ideas (Lifeforce (1985), Invaders from Mars (1986) and Texas Chain-Saw Massacre 2 (1986). He seems only in the latter part of the '80's produce Stephen King-like projects, either directly adapting a King novel (Salem's Lot (1979 -TV mini-series), or lifting pseudo-King story devices, much like Spontaneous Combustion. The use of fire as a telekinetic ability had been previously 'explored' in Kings Firestarter.

This is not a great film. The production values are akin to the TV movies/series' that were being broadcast at the time. this was seen throughout the genre in the early years of the decade. This period is almost a vacuum of popular visual culture, with the exception of one horror, the TV series Twin Peaks (1990-1991). The camera movements and compositions are standard television production. Aside from the lack of visual flare, there is one element that never really fails to please. That is of course Brad Dourif. I find everything that Dourif is in to be thoroughly fun to watch. Even, as in this performance, when he is wildly over-the-top. His eyes intense, and his vociferousness projected directly into you brain, sharp and direct. No one does sweaty anger like Dourif does. So, in conclusion. S**t film, but it is totally be forgiven cause Brad Dourif is in it.

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I really wanted to love Spontaneous Combustion: I like the basic idea, Brad Dourif is a cool actor, Tobe Hooper is the legendary director responsible for my favourite horror film, and some of the flame effects are pretty intense (I repeat: 'some'). Hell, there's even a fun cameo from John Landis. The problem is that the film just doesn't make a lot of sense.

Dourif plays Sam, a young man who discovers that the anti-radiation experiment which caused his parents to spontaneously combust in the 1950s is now responsible for some equally strange side effects in his own body. As Sam tries to prevent himself turning into a small pile of smouldering ash, he realises that his whole life has been a lie perpetrated by sinister industrialist Lew Orlander (William Prince).

With some incomprehensible cobblers about an evangelist who preaches to Sam over the radio, a puzzling sub-plot involving a nuclear power station, a killer who inexplicably uses glowing green goop in a syringe to bump people off, and the never-adequately explained presence of a continually growing birthmark on Sam's hand, I lost the plot about half-way through and had to content myself with the occasionally impressive body burn stunts and a modicum of manky make-up effects.

The first movie made by Hooper after his unsuccessful three film deal with Cannon, Spontaneous Combustion unsurprisingly didn't set the box-office on fire either, and the director's career has failed to reignite ever since.

With fleetingly fare exception, the best computer-generated imagery that anyone could ever offer will age rapidly, and will look worse the more we see of it. Older post-production visuals seen in science fiction, fantasy, and horror fare of the 70s, 80s, and 90s continues to hold up superbly not despite but precisely because it's less than seamless, and no one is pretending otherwise. The most modest practical effects and tangible creations will always, always be preferred over digital falsehood, and gratifyingly, celebrated director Tobe Hooper fills 'Spontaneous combustion' with the physical. Sure, we get touches of those additions made in post - some tasteful embellishments, and the electricity that also plays a part here is much harder to safely represent on-screen using props and effects on-set - but the bulk of the sights to greet us are the delightful result of chemical processes executed in real life and captured on film. From fire and explosions, to blood and special makeup, to set pieces and environmental effects, the visuals in these ninety-seven minutes are very predominantly real and dangerous, achieved through stunts and expertise, and I could hardly be happier with how good they all look.

This flick is surely worth watching for those effects alone, and that it happens to also star a young Brad Dourif is a swell bonus. The story of pyrokinesis, of a man learning of his unique capabilities and his family history, and of the impact all this has on himself and those around him, is rich with potential for cinematic storytelling. The specifics of what Hooper put together with co-writer Howard Goldberg, well, those are more variable. All the ideas are there, and they are worthy: a tableau of experimentation, secrets, conspiracy, and burgeoning, incomprehensible power. It comes across, however, that Hooper and Goldberg had difficulty shaping these notions into a cogent, cohesive form, as the plot and its development feel clunky and forced the more that it delves into those behind the scenes who have molded or monitored the protagonist's life. Some odds and ends are nearly incoherent as they are woven in. That difficulty is further echoed in Hooper's direction, and David Kern's sequencing, leading to some scenes of acting, character interactions, and/or plot development that are either limp or overwrought, or otherwise unconvincing, at least as often as all the pieces fit and work together. 'Spontaneous combustion' is enjoyable, but it is unmistakably troubled.

Still, while the conjuration and execution are distinctly flawed - affecting even Dourif's performance, let alone those of his co-stars - the story is compelling and engaging, and in fits and starts the acting is quite fine. In my mind there's no questioning that the feature is at its best in all ways where it is directly dealing with the effects and the protagonist's abilities, but in other regards, too, this is splendidly well made, including excellent, detailed, often creative production design and art direction. Composer extraordinaire Graeme Revell provides a terrific, moody score that lends to the increasingly dark mood, lending in the last act especially to stunning, grim fancifulness as Hooper's imagination is allowed to run amok without worrying so much about the nuts and bolts. And that's rather the key, as the vision is simply grand, and it's the framework that's devised to support that vision that is the problem. When all is said and done the movie is a good time, and it is worth watching on its own merits. It's just unfortunate that the grisly whimsy is restrained, and diminished, as Hooper and Goldberg struggled to weave it into a screenplay that's far less vibrant. Be well aware of these issues, and that might be the best way to get the most out of 'Spontaneous combustion.'