Damn you, X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Had your meaningless mediocrity not stepped in to soil an otherwise decent trilogy (Hey! Cut the homophobic Brett Ratner a break, okay?), we’d be celebrating the brilliant X-Men: First Class right now. Indeed, it’s rare when a longstanding film franchise can keep up a level of artistic (or even commercial) viability. For the most part, the initial offering sets the tone, while the second finds a way of modifying the magic and still make it work. By number three, we are in water treading mode, the material long exhausted and the final box office tally meaning more than any creative achievement…and once you get beyond the trilogy, things rarely improve. In fact, it’s the rare fourth (or fifth, or ninth) film in a franchise that adds up to anything other than a meaningless cash grab.
That’s why fans of American Pie should enter this week’s fourth feature film installment (yes, yes, we know there have been other ‘entries’ trading on the brand for some minor direct-to-DVD effect) with the prerequisite grains of unnecessary sequel salt. After all, most of the cast have gone on to bigger—if not necessarily better—things and the entire enterprise looks like a means of making a few more bucks out of an otherwise DOA dynamic. Of course, this could be said of many misguided continuations, from George Lucas’ jerryrigging of the Indiana Jones franchise to that putrid Pirates trip across Stranger Tides. Luckily, we’ve found 10 examples where a fourth film was not only welcomed, but warranted. Given the genre they exist in and the overall flow of the series, this list reflects the possibility that awaits Stifler and the gang. It also shows the thin line between acceptable and awful, beginning with:
Paramount really had no intention of killing off its cash cow known as Jason Voorhees, but how do you bring the teens back to the Cineplex when you’ve already shown the mutant manchild murdering everyone in his path - and in 3D even. Well, you gather up a cast including possible potential replacement monster Corey Feldman and you amp up the gore. Tom Savini’s work here is sickening in its autopsy like authenticity, and the promised showdown between our serial slayer and our pre-pubescent protagonist is pure pop excess. Of course, Part V ruined it all.
At the time, it had the hardest job of any film in the seemingly endless franchise. It had to maintain the mythology of the past three movies, while providing a foundation from which the series can grow and prosper. It had to give fans what made the original efforts so memorable while avoiding the feeling of “been there, done that.” So longtime director Darren Lynn Bousman and writing newcomers Patrick Melton and Marcus Dunstan had to reinvent the material. Surprisingly enough, they did. For all its intricacies and linkage, it remained faithful , capable of taking the concept into a new, novel territories.
Fans had been waiting for Romero to return to his zombie roots since the aborted epic version of Day of the Dead became an underground military lab splatter fest. Twenty - damn, TWENTY??? - years later, the horror maestro arrived with his latest politicized take on the monster movie trope he helped invent. This time, the haves live in a spacious city surrounded by security and a seemingly impenetrable moat/bay. Among their midst are the lower classes, desperate to eek out a living while the Establishment push them around. Oddly enough, it’s the walking dead to the rescue.
Okay - so it’s PG-13, meaning we don’t get hero John McClane muttering his famous curse-laden cowboy catchphrase and director Len Wiseman is not a very good presence behind the lens, but with Maggie Q and Timothy Olyphant as the main baddies and Willis in full blown bad-ass mode, we can forgive a few flaws. Even better, this was the first time that McClane’s desire to seek and destroy was wholly moderated by the means the terrorists take. It’s hard to instigate a stand-off when your opponent is somewhere else hacking into the mainframe.
After Prisoner of Azkabahn, Harry Potter needed a transitional film. You just can’t toss aside Gary Oldman and director Alfonso Cuarón and expect the final product to be as powerful. In this case, Mike Newell compressed the massive tome into a tale of the Triwizard Tournament and our hero’s coming of age. Both are handled with heart and heft. Of course, the remaining movies in the series would reestablish some of what was done here, but for pure magic and mythmaking, this is the film that finds the soul in Harry’s search.
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