Greetings And Salutations, and welcome to my review of Miami Golem; here's the breakdown of my ratings:
Story: 1.00
Direction: 1.00
Pace: 1.00
Acting: 0.75
Enjoyment: 0.75
TOTAL: 4.50 out of 10.00
So along comes another David Warbeck movie. Boy, this guy had the bad luck to end up in third-rate flicks. Unfortunately, that also goes for Miami Golem.
The story that Gianfranco Clerici, Vincenzo Mannino, and Alberto De Martino delivered to the audience had plenty of scope to be intriguing and engaging. And though they provide a few of those elements, they missed out on opportunities and fluffed a few of the ones they included. The concept of growing an alien from an unknown substance found in a meteorite is magnificent and completely human. Unleash the monster, then stand there stupified as you ask yourself, what have I done? But the trouble with the story rears its ugly head early in the narrative. Why is there only a tycoon after the living alien goo? If it's that important, where are all the guards? Why aren't any governments involved? It's illogical, even when it's explained. Sadly, the irrationality doesn't stop there. The writers introduce us to Joanna Fitzgerald, who can decrypt ancient Atlantian and may not be fully human. Though, it doesn't stop reporter Craig Milford from frigging in her rigging. There's also a mysterious bloke who may be an alien mobile phone as he receives messages from the final frontier. It would have strengthed the story along with the characters had the writers fleshed them out more. In fact, most of the characters needed extra pizazz, but none more than Milford. For a lead character, he's pretty uninteresting - but that could be down to David Warbeck's portrayal.
Martino also directed the movie and, in some ways, did a worse job than with the writing. With the story, he tried to make things fascinating and provocative. Regrettably, he sticks to the tried and tested point-and-shoot style. There's little in the way of inventiveness. His style is the epitome of averageness. However, he attempts to vary the film's flow, especially when we get to the action sequences, but they marginally miss their mark.
The performances are a mix of passable and woeful. Sadly, Warbeck's impassive performance as Milford hinders the movie most. I felt sorry for Laura Trotter because it must have been like playacting a love scene with a 2x4 plank. Martino must have noted his apathy because in the segment where he talks to himself - sorry, an alien caricature of himself - Martino removed the camera from the false Milford. This way, the viewers couldn't mistake one for the other.
Miami Golem isn't a movie I'd quickly recommend to either the Horror or Sc-Fi fans. It's so average and carelessly written that it renders it a leave-your-brain-at-the-door film that is better watched with your sarcastic mates after you've supped a bevvy or three.
Listen! No good will come of growing that alien organism in that test tube, so come here and study my IMDb lists - Absolute Horror and The Final Frontier to see where I ranked Miami Golem - or to find a better movie to watch.
Take Care & Stay Well.
