[ROAR
screens Saturday May 9th at 9:30 pm and midnight at the Cedar Lee
Theatre, and Saturday May 16th at midnight at the Capitol Theatre.]
Review by Bob
Ignizio
Wildlife
advocate Hank (Noel Marshall) takes cat hoarding to a new level,
living in Africa with a hundred or so lions, tigers, leopards, and
other assorted big cats in the one of a kind ROAR.
Given his unusual hobby, is it any surprise Hank is separated from
his wife Madeline (Tippi Hedren, married to Noel in real life at the
time this was made)? As the film begins, Hank is anxiously looking
forward to being reunited with Madeline and the rest of their family
– daughter Melanie (Melanie Griffith) and sons John (John Marshall)
and Jerry (Jerry Marshall).
Trouble arises
when the family arrives at John's home and he isn't there, finding
instead his furry housemates. Madeline and the kids spend the next
hour or thereabouts hiding in closets, lockers, and refrigerators,
and when opportunity presents itself, trying to get off the property
to seek help. Meanwhile, John realizes too late that his family have
probably stumbled into a situation they were unprepared for, but he's
also busy contending with an evil hunter looking to thin his herd.
Originally
released in 1981, ROAR
was written, directed, and co-produced by Noel Marshall, whose
previous credits included executive producing THE EXORCIST
and THE HARRAD
EXPERIMENT. He really lived
with the cats and other animals who star in the film, none of which
were trained. That perhaps explains why the animals had a tendency to
maul the cast and crew, managing to inflict injuries of varying
degrees on 70 people involved in the film's 11 year long production.
Some of the attacks even make the final cut, so you can have fun
trying to spot them as you watch.
It
can't be said that ROAR
is an especially good movie, but it's such a one-of-a-kind piece of
cinema that it's still a must-see. There's barely a script, the
editing is choppy, and Noel isn't much of an actor, or even a
compelling screen presence. Even a bonafide Hollywood star like Ms.
Hedren, best known for her work with Alfred Hitchcock in another
animal-centric thriller, THE BIRDS,
doesn't have much opportunity to shine in a film that gives her
nothing but trite, clunky dialogue to recite in the few moments when
she isn't running around screaming. Nonetheless, this has to be the
craziest family vacation home movie ever made, and while it may not
be Oscar caliber, it's never dull. 2 ½ out of 4 stars.
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