Pues no parece q vaya a estar muy alla la de Webs...aunq mi experiencia me dice q mejor q la vea yo para juzgarla, porq a este individuo q hizo la review le puede parecer una mierda y a mi no.......o si!!! jajajaja
Bueno, q os dejo una revie, larguilla y en ingles de la peli de WEBS
One would like to point to things like Dune and suggest that the Sci Fi Channel makes some quality original material. But then one sees productions like Webs and wonders if the studio runs like the Highway Department and has to burn its entire budget by fiscal year end or else. Webs is awful, formulaic stuff that doesn’t even live up to low budget video standards, with a weak script built on poorly strung clichés and direction and visual effects that defy the very terms. The leads deserve better than this, and so does the audience.
Welcome to Chicago as you know it; at least if it looked like another city, but nevermind that now. There’s a building that needs to be demolished, and a team of electricians led by good ol’ Dean (Richard Grieco, The Demolitionist) is sent in to inspect it. As they go from floor to floor, they run across a door that shouldn’t be there, and force it open to discover that rather than the closet they were thinking to find, there is some strange lab in there, looking very Tesla in style. They quickly discover that there is a tiny nuclear reactor in the room, and when one of the crew messes with it, a beam of light shoots up from the floor, and in short order, the four electricians are sucked into a parallel universe...
Yeah, “sucked” is definitely the right word.
Webs looks very much like one of those movies whose script was put together in a matter of days from the cobbled remains of several other, extremely tired scripts, and then filmed by the first guy available, much to the consternation of the actual professional cast who were hired for the project. It also looks like the title was chosen at random from the dictionary, because it has damn little to do with the... okay, let’s call it a story.
In theory, this is supposed to be a spider movie. Specifically, a spider, as in one. (More in a minute.) Thing is, this spider lives in a building and walks around on regular streets and sidewalks. It neither lives in nor spins webs. The only webs that are seen are really small atmospheric type throw ins in the corners of a few streets signs and rooms that are obviously way too small to have been spun by the spider in question. There is exactly one scene where victims are shown in cocoons, but again, these cocoons are neither attached to nor near any webs; they are attached to tables and ceiling supports. Webs? There ain’t no stinkin’ webs!
Of course, if you’ve taken the time to consider the inappropriateness of the title while the movie is playing, then you’ve already proven the whole thing to be a failure, since a) you wouldn’t have the time or inclination to embark on such a flight of fancy while the show is still playing unless you weren’t being engaged by what appears on the screen, and b) if it occurs to you to think of that much, then all of the other failures and shortcomings of the plot are really going to be bothersome for you.
For truly, to anyone with half a firing brain cell or more, Webs is going to be bothersome. This is a case where the budget is so inappropriate to the premise and story as presented that rather than assuming the audience would be either generously forgiving or too dumb to notice, someone should have asked for a rewrite. (Assuming that this was actually written in the first place; the “glued together” theory still looks like a viable option.) Forgetting the nuclear reactor the size of a fuse box and so on - being generously forgiving - consider the following. A nasty alien spider arrives on a parallel Earth through a dimensional portal. In fact, we are told, many spiders. These alien spiders, over the course of 30 years, have totally taken over the planet and eaten almost the entire human race and/or turned them into zombies (for in truth, this is a zombie movie) that die off pretty quickly. Okay... so the world is all but dead. Thing is, so are most of the spider queens, finished off by armed forces in big cities. There’s just one spider left; the one in Chicago. So the dialogue tells us.
So if the military in other cities - guess the bases around Chicago were overwhelmed - killed their spiders, why don’t they help Chicago? No one has communicated outside the city for ten years, is the cheap reply. So how do they know the other spiders are dead? And if the other spiders are defeated, why wouldn’t those people try communicating again? And if making noise is a Bad Thing, why do the people drag metal loudly across concrete at every opportunity? How does one keep those pastel sweaters and nicely-fitting jeans so clean in a refugee environment where there’s not even such a thing as cooked food? Where do those nice sweaters and for that matter the hair styling aids come from?
Don’t ask for logic from this movie, folks. Your brain will hurt.
Okay, assuming the total illogic and bad science and nonsensical plot of Webs can be forgiven for the sake of having fun with a cheap science fiction movie... no, wait...
After already crafting a narrative that only someone who’s just taken a massive morphine hit could stand to consider without screaming, the writers have gone on to make things even worse by introducing the Badly Written Characters, Asinine Subplots, and Godawful Dialogue. It is a chore to avoid shutting the movie off within the first fifteen minutes, as all three become apparent within that time frame. The characters are all from stock, every one of them, which in and of itself would be a survivable thing if even the slightest bit of inspiration went into any of them on top of the that, but alas, ‘tis not to be. The dialogue is atrocious, populated by clipped sentences and carefully calculated to contained no word or phrase too complicated to go in a Scholastic Weekly Reader. Watching these scenes unfold is like watching a junior high school play written by the remedial English class, and at least in the case of some, the actors are clearly suffering with the ordeal of having to read their scripts. And was there any point to the armored truck save to telegraph how the script was going to deal with the Token Black Guy (whose dialogue is the worst of the lot, to the point where one wishes that this film had followed the old cliché of really doing that character in first)? And if one must add the Token Character Who Is Always Pissed Off And Suspicious Just To Be Pissed Off And Suspicious, at least get the cliché right; the way it works is that when the Hero gets around to saving the Pissed Off Guy’s life... oh, nevermind. On to the poor, abused cast.
While he’s not exactly Mr. Shakespearean Theatre, I really don’t have a problem with Richard Grieco. Hell, I’m one of the six people who actually watched “Marker”. In this film, however, he is obviously slumming (and yes, I take his resume into account), and he’s not only phoning in his role, he’s occasionally putting the call on hold and/or hanging up. The best way to describe Richard Grieco’s look in this movie is “I’d rather be anywhere but here; specifically, I’d rather be cashing the check.” And you know what? It’s impossible to blame him for that. Yes, he’s pretty bad here, but it certainly isn’t his fault.
The strongest thing about Webs - and, paradoxically, yet another aspect of the overall production that just doesn’t gel - is Kate Greenhouse (Roswell: The Aliens Attack) as Elena. I like Kate Greenhouse, and if you saw her, you’d like her, too. She’s got that kind of look and charisma. Her natural projected image is that of the kind of girl your mother wishes you’d bring home: the nice girl next door, the one who’s “cute” in the way that adult women want to be while still possessing an air of obvious intelligence. Everything about her screams “sincerity”, something that has landed her many a saccharine role, which, if anything good can be said to come from Webs, this movie helps steer her away from somewhat, showing that yes, she has a range. Greenhouse gives the best performance possible given such a lousy script, and in doing so, stands out completely from the crowd as the one person who is actually trying. Perhaps it is exactly because she’s trying to show she can play someone other than the sweetheart, though if that’s the case, the powder blue sweater with the pretty pink cardigan and the really nice hairdo may not have been the best physical look to go for here, and even in this monstrosity of a script, she does have a Nutrasweet moment. Still, if anyone is keeping Webs even remotely watchable, it’s Kate Greenhouse; hopefully, her agent helps her find something better next time.
It certainly isn’t the spider queen that’s making this thing watchable, that’s for certain. This has got to be the worst CG monster to have appeared in a low budget movie so far this year; it’s even worse than what happened to The Rock at the end of The Mummy Returns. (And that is saying something.) It is absolutely unbelievable that no one has managed to kill this thing, for one, and for two... oh, how to put this delicately... it looks incredibly stupid. It is wearing a bathing cap, folks. It is bad. It is lame. Even by low budget standards, Sci Fi should feel ashamed for letting this godawful excuse for a special effects creature pass. It really is that awful.
And sadly, so is the direction, and so is the editing, both of which David Wu (The Snow Queen) takes credit for, though one fails to see why. It is almost unfathomable to see David Wu also listed as an editor on Brotherhood of the Wolf - one of the overall finest and specifically best edited films of the past decade - when faced with the monstrosity that is Webs. Horrifically bad and ill-timed slow motion abounds here, along with ridiculous stop motion type sequences and poor jump cuts. After the first twenty minutes, one begins to wonder where to find some sort of incantation to banish this man to the Land Of Infomercials. The direction, and the editing, range from mediocre at best to utterlygodawful at worst, depending on how many camera tricks Wu decides to employ per scene. One or more automatically qualifies here as godawful, because they never work.
The only advantage to the fact that Webs is built around so many formula clichés is that after the first few minutes, there’s no real need to watch it, as formula pretty much maps out who will live, who will die, and in many cases, in what order and how those who will die meet their fates. Also, for anyone who has played around the dimensional gate subgenre of science fiction before, the “twist” ending won’t come as much of a surprise either, especially after how the film opens. I’m trying to think of an audience to recommend this movie to, but I really can’t think of one, save for some nice casting director who may want to take a look at Kate Greenhouse and get her out of this Bad Script Hell and put her in something where she might be able to make better use of her talents."
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Webs la he visto y es un telefilm de los que se curran en el sci-fi channel, vamos que se puede prescindir de ella
Si las compras es q merecen la pena. Eres un empresario nato tio!!!
A estas alturas ya las tienes... pero ya las veré ya... SI ES Q PUEDO!! (Entre uni y kurro no tengo tiempo de alquilar Y DEVOLVER...
Talvez este tema lleve cerrado mucho tiempo, pero me hiciste un favorsote, vi esa pelicula (Webs!) pero no alcanze a oir el nombre ni los actores principales y honestamente me quede con ganas de ver una segunda parte, aunque el actor principal se me hizo conocido no recordaba de donde, asi que tecle lo que recordaba de la peli y Voila!
Iniciado por Killer Klown