Synopsis
Who Can You Trust... When You No Longer Trust Yourself...
A struggling artist is implicated in a string of macabre murders.
1999 Directed by Alex Winter
A struggling artist is implicated in a string of macabre murders.
Left absolutely zero impact on me, the part I can remember was Henry Thomas somehow managing to tie himself to the bed
Alex Winter introduced this screening and made a point about how personal it was for him. He seemed nice.
The film crashed fifteen minutes in and the cinema team couldn’t fix it, so I went home.
Fortunately, this was film was on Amazon prime so I got a refund, saw Alex Winter and still got to watch the film.
Unfortunately, I still got to watch the film.
The kid from ET stars in a low budget riff on THE TENANT directed by Alex Winter of FREAKED fame
Way less exciting then it sounds. Winter obviously decided to show a different side of himself as a director, but it results in an overly muted thriller that has very little up its sleeve beyond its creepy New York set atmosphere.
An interesting almost hidden gem from Alex Winter, interesting that he went from Freaked to this because those are 2 completely different movies and styles. If this movie was a bit tighter I think it would be a film that needs rediscovering, but as it stands it’s an interesting oddity worth a watch or two. I liked it.
2022 #116
I certainly appreciate the attempt at atmospheric weirdness in Alex Winter's Fever, but for me, it doesn't quite come together. While Henry Thomas does a commendable job of playing the nightmarish scenario his character finds himself in, the plot feels a little undercooked and kind of boring at times too. Unfortunately, the flat ending leaves a lot to be desired as well.
As obvious ode to Hitchcock as you could get while still delivering as little in surprises as possible. It's all pretty straightforward and predictable almost to a "T," but the cast and directing hold it together enough to function as a serviceable slice of empty "thriller" fare. Winter fills it with enough shadows and nuance to give it a nice visual theme, helped by shooting it while Manhattan still had some character built into the walls before the extreme gentrification of the last ten or fifteen years. It might be one of the last films to really reflect that time, with the two towers still shining in the background. Also cool to see Henry Thomas putting in work before his stock got a little more respected these last couple years.
Alex Winter tried his best to make a pulpy, late nineties Lynchflick. This is the result. Mostly unnecessary character development, and well… I guess he tried.
Atmospheric and creepy neo noir, as struggling artist Henry Thomas, lives in a slummy apartment building where some grisly murders have taken place. He thinks the murderer might be his threatening upstairs neighbour, but with his bouts of weird nightmares, sleepwalking and high fever, can we trust anything he sees. The film smacks of influences of Polanski and Lynch, and the depressing locale becomes a character itself
Алекс Уинтер, более всего известный как Билл в "Приключениях Билла и Теда", снял свою версию "Жильца". Лучшее здесь — мрачная атмосфера Нью-Йорка "для бедных" и незабвенный Билл Дьюк в роли детектива, расследующего убийство в клоповнике, где живет и потихонечку сходит с ума Генри Томас.
Fever is one of those very slow paced movies that you don't know for sure what is happening on screen and don't give a shit about it.
Written/directed by Alex Winter, Fever stars Henry Thomas as Parker, a struggling artist living in a squalid NYC apartment building. One of Parker's neighbors is violently murdered and a detective appears to view him as the prime suspect. Parker thinks the culprit might be a Scottish weirdo squatting in the supposedly vacant unit above his, only he can't prove the man's existence to anybody but himself. Soon Parker begins questioning his own sanity, wondering if maybe he is, in fact, guilty of the crime. His life descends into chaos.
Winter didn't write anything particularly fresh here, but it's a compelling mindfuck mystery and he directed the shit out of it. Stylish stuff, drenched in a dark, foreboding atmosphere. Tensely claustrophobic…