Yet another brilliant movie followed up by a horrible sequel.
Supposedly, Seth Brundle (Jeff Goldblum), the original fly (I mean the 1986 fly not the 1959 fly) fathered a child before he died. Somehow, that child became the property of Bartok Industries/Company/Corporation whatever. Martin Brundle (Eric Stoltz), the son of Seth, had to live under the watchful eye of Bartok as they awaited his transformation.
The movie really made no sense. The entire movie was a pathetic attempt to show off some cool animatronics and make up.
Things began falling apart right around the time Martin slept with his new GF. The company transferred her while gifting her the recording of her and Martin having sex. I know this movie is from '89 but were they that dense and obtuse back then? She was an employee, they could've easily transferred her with no explanation, or transferred her stating they have a strict "no interoffice dating policy." Or even if they transferred her while informing her about the sexual contact was there really a need to give her the video tape?
I know I know, it was necessary to advance the plot.
Now flyboy is all pissed off and he escapes. Fine, whatever. Bartok Inc. catches up with him at a motel mid-metamorphosis. They dutifully bring him back to the lab where they keep his oversized larva in an easily accessible room as opposed to a vault where I'd put any potentially dangerous and new creature. Martin emerges from his sac with his new and improved body ready to kill all a-holes.
You see, the movie employed the jerk rule. Anyone throughout the movie that was a jerk, especially to Martin, was on the kill list. As expected, Martin killed all jerks. The last jerk was the owner of Bartok Industries, Mr. Bartok himself. This you gotta like--and by like I mean hate.
Martin wasn't going to simply kill Bartok, he wanted poetic justice, so he used Bartok's body to fix his own defective fly DNA. Martin boots up the transport machine and forces Bartok to type in the password by grabbing his hand and using it to type the letters. That was pretty amazing considering that if anyone ever grabbed my hand and tried to force me to do something as dexterous as type on a keyboard I'm sure I could force a mistake or two.
At any rate, they hop into the teleport machine and now Martin needs his lover to hit Enter to execute the sequence. Why he needs a second person all of a sudden when he teleported himself with no one else present is beyond me. Aaah, they thought I forgot about that part. His main squeeze, clearly not wanting to work for Bartok anymore and also not bothered by sacrificing a human life, hit Enter.
Badda boom badda bing and Martin is as good as new while Bartok is a monstrosity. How the machine decided which of the two would get all the good human DNA and which would be a dupe I don't know but it was all too convenient. I was looking for Martin to do a self-sacrifice taking Bartok with him. I fully expected one merged mutant, or even two mutants and then the guards would have been forced to kill both of them. Instead, the fly was a fly no more (and less the bullet wounds too) while Bartok was a scooting pile of fly and human genes. Oh it was terrible.
Supposedly, Seth Brundle (Jeff Goldblum), the original fly (I mean the 1986 fly not the 1959 fly) fathered a child before he died. Somehow, that child became the property of Bartok Industries/Company/Corporation whatever. Martin Brundle (Eric Stoltz), the son of Seth, had to live under the watchful eye of Bartok as they awaited his transformation.
The movie really made no sense. The entire movie was a pathetic attempt to show off some cool animatronics and make up.
Things began falling apart right around the time Martin slept with his new GF. The company transferred her while gifting her the recording of her and Martin having sex. I know this movie is from '89 but were they that dense and obtuse back then? She was an employee, they could've easily transferred her with no explanation, or transferred her stating they have a strict "no interoffice dating policy." Or even if they transferred her while informing her about the sexual contact was there really a need to give her the video tape?
I know I know, it was necessary to advance the plot.
Now flyboy is all pissed off and he escapes. Fine, whatever. Bartok Inc. catches up with him at a motel mid-metamorphosis. They dutifully bring him back to the lab where they keep his oversized larva in an easily accessible room as opposed to a vault where I'd put any potentially dangerous and new creature. Martin emerges from his sac with his new and improved body ready to kill all a-holes.
You see, the movie employed the jerk rule. Anyone throughout the movie that was a jerk, especially to Martin, was on the kill list. As expected, Martin killed all jerks. The last jerk was the owner of Bartok Industries, Mr. Bartok himself. This you gotta like--and by like I mean hate.
Martin wasn't going to simply kill Bartok, he wanted poetic justice, so he used Bartok's body to fix his own defective fly DNA. Martin boots up the transport machine and forces Bartok to type in the password by grabbing his hand and using it to type the letters. That was pretty amazing considering that if anyone ever grabbed my hand and tried to force me to do something as dexterous as type on a keyboard I'm sure I could force a mistake or two.
At any rate, they hop into the teleport machine and now Martin needs his lover to hit Enter to execute the sequence. Why he needs a second person all of a sudden when he teleported himself with no one else present is beyond me. Aaah, they thought I forgot about that part. His main squeeze, clearly not wanting to work for Bartok anymore and also not bothered by sacrificing a human life, hit Enter.
Badda boom badda bing and Martin is as good as new while Bartok is a monstrosity. How the machine decided which of the two would get all the good human DNA and which would be a dupe I don't know but it was all too convenient. I was looking for Martin to do a self-sacrifice taking Bartok with him. I fully expected one merged mutant, or even two mutants and then the guards would have been forced to kill both of them. Instead, the fly was a fly no more (and less the bullet wounds too) while Bartok was a scooting pile of fly and human genes. Oh it was terrible.