8 Quickies With Lisa Marie: 13 Assassins, Bunraku, The Double Hour, Jig, Meek’s Cutoff, Of Gods and Men, One Day, and There Be Dragons


As part of my continuing effort to offer up a review of every 2011 release that I’ve seen so far this year, here’s 8 more quickie reviews of some of the films that I’ve seen over the past year.

1) 13 Assassins (dir. by Takashi Miike)

The 13 Assassins are a group of samurai who are gathered together to assassinate a sociopathic nobleman in 19th Century Japan.  As directed by Takashi Miike, this is a visually stunning film full of nonstop, brutal action and Miike powerfully contrasts the old school honor of the 13 Assassins with the soulless evil of their target. 

2) Bunraku (dir. by Guy Moshe)

There are some films that simply have to be seen to believed and Bunraku is one of those films.  In the aftermath of a global war, guns have been outlawed but this attempt at social engineering has just resulted in greater societal collapse.  Nicola (Ron Perlman) is the most powerful man on the East Coast but he lives life in paranoid seclusion and instead sends out nine assassins to enforce his will (his main assassin being Killer No. 2, played by a super stylish Kevin McKidd).  Two strangers ( a drifter played by Josh Hartnett and a samurai played by Gackt) arrive in town and, with the help of a bartender played by Woody Harrelson, they team up to destroy the nine assassins and ultimately Nicola himself.  Bunraku, which comes complete with an ominous narrator and sets that look like they belong in a Lars Von Trier film, is a glorious and fast-paced triumph of style over substance, an exciting and fun celebration of the grindhouse films of the past.  With the exception of a miscast Demi Moore (playing Perlman’s mistress), the film is very well-acted but it’s completely stolen and dominated by Kevin McKidd, who can poke me with his sword any time he wants.

3) The Double Hour (dir. by Giuseppe Capotondi)

It took The Double Hour about two years to make it over here from Italy and when it did finally play in American arthouse theaters, it really didn’t get as much attention as it deserved.  That’s a shame because the Double Hour is a pretty entertaining mystery-thriller that’s full of twists and turns and which features an excellent performance by Kseniya Rappoport as an enigmatic hotel maid.  It hasn’t been released on region 1 DVD or blu-ray yet but apparently, there’s some interest in doing an American remake which will probably suck.

4) Jig (dir. by Sue Bourne)

Jig is a documentary that follows several competitors at the 40th Irish Dancing World Championships held in Glasgow in 2010.  I always try to be honest about my personal biases and I have to admit that one reason why I absolutely loved this film is because I not only love to dance but I love Irish stepdancing in specific and, as much as I love ballet, stepdance will always hold a special place in my heart.  I’m not quite sure how to put it into words other then to say that it just makes me incredibly happy as both a participant and a  watcher.  For me, Jig captured that joy as well as showing just how much dedication and sacrifice it takes to truly become proficient at it.  This film — much like Black Swan — made me dance.

5) Meek’s Cutoff (dir. by Kelly Reichardt)

I’ll never forget going to the Cinemark West Plano and seeing Meek’s Cutoff last May.  The theater was nearly deserted except for me, Jeff, an elderly couple, and two women who were, in their appearance and manner, almost stereotypically upper middle class suburban.  As the film’s frustratingly ambiguous conclusion played out on-screen and the end credits started to roll, one of the women angrily exclaimed, “WHAT!?  Well, that won’t win any Academy Awards!”  In many ways, Meek’s Cutoff is a frustrating film.  Based on a true story, it follows a group of 19th century settlers as they try to cross the Oregon Trail while following a guide (Bruce Greenwood) who might be totally incompetent.  Plotwise, not much happens: the settlers kidnap an Indian and demand that he lead them to water, Michelle Williams plays a settler who doubts that any of the men in the party know what they’re doing, and everyone continues to keep moving in search of … something.  The film is, at times, really frustrating and I think it’s been overrated by most critics but, at the same time, it remains an oddly fascinating meditation on life and fate.  Add to that, both Greenwood and Williams give good performances and the film’s cinematography is hauntingly beautiful and desolate at the same time.

6) Of Gods and Men(dir. by Xavier Beauvois)

Of Gods and Men is a quietly powerful and visually stunning French film that’s based on the true story of 7 Trappist monks who were kidnapped from their monastery and murdered by muslim rebels during the Algerian Civil War.  The film imagines the final days of the monks and attempts to answer the question of why they didn’t flee their monastery when they had the opportunity to do so, but instead remained and chose to accept their fate as martyrs.  This meditative film also features excellent performances from Lambert Wilson and Michael Lonsdale and avoids the trap of both easy idealization and easy villainy. 

7) One Day (dir. by Lone Scherfig)

This is another one of those films that was dismissed by almost every critic except for Roger Ebert and you know what?  For once, I’m going to agree with Roger.  I absolutely loved One Day and I think that all the haters out there need to take a chance on romance and stop coasting on the easy cynicism.  One Day follows the love affair of a writer (Anne Hathaway) and a TV personality (Jim Sturgess), visiting them repeatedly on the same day over the course of 20 years.  The film starts with them as college students having a wonderfully awkward one night stand and it ends with Sturgess and their son walking up a beautiful green hill and it made me cry and cry.  Hathaway and Sturgess have a wonderful chemistry together and the film also features some good supporting performances from Patricia Clarkson (as Sturgess’ dying mother) and Rafe Spall (bringing humanity to the thankless role of being the “other guy.”) This is one of the most deliriously romantic films that I’ve ever seen and I loved it.  So there.

8 ) There Be Dragons (dir. by Roland Joffe)

There Be Dragons came out in May and it didn’t get much respect from the critics.  I’ve also read that it was considered to be a box office failure, which is odd because I seem to remember that it was actually in theaters for quite some time.  Anyway, There Be Dragons is an oddly old-fashioned war epic that attempts to mix the fictional story of a Spanish revolutionary (played by Wes Bentley) with an admiring biopic of the founder of Orpus Dei, St. Josemarie Escriva (played by Charlie Cox).  The two stories never really seem mix and instead, they just coexist uncomfortably beside each other.  It doesn’t help that Wes Bentley gives one of the worst performance of 2011.  On the plus side, Charlie Cox gives a good and believable performance as Escriva and the film looks great.  The film is so sincere in its desire to make the world a better place that its hard not to regret that it doesn’t succeed.

Review: Dog Soldiers (dir. by Neil Marshall)


Werewolf films have always felt like they’ve been given the short end of the stick when it comes to quality and artistry. In horror cinema, vampires tend to be the ones treated with glamour—getting richly developed lore, elegant aesthetics, and narratives that weave romance with menace. Werewolves, by contrast, are too often relegated to playing second fiddle, treated more as brutish monsters than complex characters. This isn’t to say there haven’t been standout entries in the genre—classics such as An American Werewolf in LondonThe Howling, and Wolfen proved that werewolf tales could be inventive, atmospheric, and even poignant. Unfortunately, many modern werewolf films still feel stuck emulating the aesthetics and narrative beats of the 1940s Universal Wolf Man formula, unwilling to evolve past its roots.

That’s why Dog Soldiers, Neil Marshall’s 2002 action-horror film, came as a breath of fresh air. Marshall, then an up-and-coming director from the UK, took the basic premise of a werewolf story and infused it with the pacing, intensity, and tone of military survival thrillers. In doing so, he leaned into genre hybridity, crafting something closer to Aliens meets Zulu, peppered with elements from siege films like Assault on Precinct 13 and even hints of Night of the Living Dead. This fusion not only differentiates Dog Soldiers from typical werewolf fare, it also helps the film sidestep some of the genre’s usual narrative pitfalls.

The plot is refreshingly straightforward and tightly executed. A squad of British soldiers is dispatched to the Scottish Highlands on what appears to be a routine training exercise. However, the mission is actually part of a covert operation led by Captain Ryan (Liam Cunningham) from British special operations. The higher-ups believe there is an unidentified creature prowling the remote wilderness—something worth capturing and experimenting on. Naturally, plans unravel almost immediately when the soldiers stumble upon the very real threat: a pack of predatory werewolves. In quick order, both the military squad and Ryan’s covert team suffer heavy casualties, forcing the handful of remaining survivors to retreat to the relative safety of an isolated country cottage.

At this point, Dog Soldiers shifts from a creature-hunt narrative to a tense siege story. The soldiers, along with Megan (Emma Cleasby), a young anthropologist who happens upon them while driving along a desolate road, barricade themselves inside the cottage. It’s a familiar setup to horror fans—a small, heavily outnumbered group defending themselves against a monstrous threat—but Marshall handles it with sharp pacing and escalating stakes. The werewolves never attack in full force right away; instead, they probe the survivors’ defenses, testing weaknesses, thinning numbers, and forcing improvisation. The incremental nature of these assaults keeps the tension high and recalls the strategic pacing of Aliens and Zulu. By the final act, the film’s momentum surges into a frenetic, revelation-laden climax, where buried secrets between the survivors come to light, confirming that the encounter in the Highlands was anything but accidental.

The performances are one of the film’s strongest assets. Kevin McKidd anchors the story as Private Cooper, a grounded, quick-thinking soldier with a contentious past involving Captain Ryan. McKidd brings a combination of sharp competence and understated emotional weight, keeping the film from tipping into camp even when the gore and action turn exuberant. Liam Cunningham’s Ryan complements this dynamic by embodying the archetype of the cold, mission-focused officer—aloof, calculating, and ultimately morally questionable.

Sean Pertwee’s Sergeant Wells deserves special mention for his portrayal of a gruff but paternal squad leader. Despite being wounded early on, Wells remains a symbol of resilience, offering the squad guidance and resolve amid desperate circumstances. Emma Cleasby’s Megan strikes a balance between being a narrative catalyst and a functional participant in the group’s survival. As the siege wears on, she lets slip fragments of information about the nature of their attackers, deepening the mystery and tension without leaning on clumsy exposition.

Then there’s Darren Morfitt as Private “Spoon.” His performance injects the film with a lively combat bravado that stands out from the rest of the ensemble. Spoon isn’t just a trigger-happy soldier—he revels in the absurdity and extremity of their plight, seeing it as an ultimate test of British military skill against impossible odds. His confidence and gallows humor recall Bill Paxton’s Hudson in Aliens, but with less overt panic and more disciplined enthusiasm. Spoon references historic battles like Rorke’s Drift—famously depicted in Zulu—as touchstones of courage, further cementing Marshall’s homage to siege war films.

For a production with limited resources, the effects work is impressively convincing. With a budget far below that of major Hollywood horror films, Marshall and his crew leaned into practical effects and selective creature reveals. Some critics have accused the werewolf suits of looking like men in costumes, but in execution the designs work well within the film’s framework. The creatures are tall, lean, and menacing without relying on heavy CGI. Importantly, Marshall applies a “less is more” philosophy reminiscent of Spielberg’s handling of the shark in Jaws. Full, lingering views of the werewolves are reserved for the final act, allowing the audience’s imagination to do much of the work until the climax. This restraint helps sustain suspense while ensuring that, when the creatures finally take center stage, viewers are already fully invested in the world of the film.

When the action does explode, Marshall doesn’t shy away from gore. Dog Soldiers takes a hard-R approach, delivering violent set pieces that are as visceral as they are functional to the narrative. Bodies are torn apart, entrails spill onto floors, and dismembered remains are devoured on-screen—a rare choice for werewolf films, which often cut away from feeding scenes. Yet the gore never overshadows the horror elements; rather, it complements them, reinforcing the brutality of the attackers and the hopelessness of the situation.

At its core, what makes Dog Soldiers so memorable and effective is its clever blend of genre DNA, drawing inspiration and structure from both Aliens and Zulu. Much like James Cameron’s Aliens, Marshall’s ensemble of soldiers must depend on each other to survive, facing off against an external threat in an environment where resources and options dwindle by the hour. The tension is ramped up through a progressive siege, with monsters probing at the group’s defenses, forcing rapid adaptation—an approach that maintains the audience’s suspense and empathy. The way the squad’s camaraderie is tested amid escalating shock and violence feels akin to the Colonial Marines in Aliens, with Spoon and Wells providing flashes of humor and heroism reminiscent of Paxton’s Hudson and Biehn’s Hicks.

Meanwhile, the homage to Zulu manifests in the setting and the sense of a last stand. The cottage becomes not just a shelter, but a makeshift fortress, echoing Rorke’s Drift in Zulu, where British defenders held out against overwhelming odds. Spoon’s direct references to the historic battle, coupled with strategic use of terrain and improvisational defense, strengthen the film’s identity as a genre junction—a supernatural thriller rooted in military siege drama. The sense of camaraderie, tactical ingenuity, and resilience facing certain death is palpable throughout, elevating the intensity far above ordinary monster fare.

By fusing these influences, Dog Soldiers revitalizes the werewolf genre and offers a reminder that horror doesn’t have to retreat into soft scares or ironic pastiche. Its hybrid approach creates a kinetic, emotionally resonant narrative, where supernatural terror and military heroism collide. The suspense not only builds from the threat outside, but also from the evolving relationships and secrets inside, giving the film depth and dimension.

In summary, Dog Soldiers succeeds not only as a visceral werewolf film but also as a smart genre blend, marrying elements of action-horror and siege war drama to make something memorable and genuinely thrilling. For fans of both horror and action cinema—especially those that crave suspense, teamwork, and practical effects—it’s an exemplary demonstration of how fresh vision can rejuvenate even the most familiar legends. Neil Marshall proves with his debut that he understands exactly what makes horror gripping, and with Dog Soldiers, he gives audiences a wild, unrelenting ride they won’t soon forget.