The Rage: Carrie 2 - Magazine Articles

Sadly, I'm just not finding much press about THE RAGE. The only articles that I have copies of, ironically, are already online at Entertainment Weekly's site (though without photos). I only know of about two other magazines that covered the film (Femme Fatales and Fangoria), and I have neither issue yet. So here's the E.W. articles, complete with scans. If you know of other press that the film got, please let me know!

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY:
Movie Review 3/19/99
Video Review 10/15/99
Home Video Blurb 10/29/99




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All the Rage

Entertainment Weekly

October 29, 1999

"Old fashions please me best,'' says Bianca in The Taming of the Shrew. Renters of high school flicks seem to be just as attracted to the styles of yester-year. While The Rage: Carrie 2 -- the sequel to Brian De Palma's 1976 adaptation of Stephen King's Carrie -- rented 25 copies per store and took third place, 10 Things I Hate About You -- a teen update of William Shakespeare's Shrew (c. 1593) -- moved an average of 22 and came in at No. 4.

Faithful Psychic

Entertainment Weekly
Movie Reviews
March 19, 1999

A belated sequel to the high school horror classic, The Rage: Carrie 2 slays in all the right ways.

''It must be nice not having to be like everybody else,'' says the gentle football-star hunk to the brooding class misfit, and anyone who survived high school knows such words could be spoken only by one of the Beautiful People, earnestly peering down through the hierarchy. It's to the credit of The Rage: Carrie 2 that the girl to whom he's speaking knows he's being deeply fatuous and is still drawn to him, both for who he is and what he represents.

Twenty-three years after Brian De Palma, via novelist Stephen King, took a telekinetic ax to Bates High School, do we really need a Carrie sequel? Especially when that film's star, Sissy Spacek, has resurfaced playing a dithery June Cleaver mom in Blast From the Past? Of course not, and it's beside the point; what matters here, as with last year's Halloween: H20, is reviving a once-potent horror brand name in the post-Scream era. And in that context, The Rage: Carrie 2 is better than it really deserves to be.

The most satisfying change writer Rafael Moreu (Hackers) and director Katt Shea (Poison Ivy) have made is to their heroine. Where the original Carrie White was a sheltered, cringing wallflower, Rachel Lang (whose relationship to Carrie is a mid-film secret I won't spoil) is a foster-home Goth grrrl: pale, defiant, seething with surface-level cynicism. She's the antithesis of the glamorous faux nerd played by Rachael Leigh Cook in She's All That, and newcomer Emily Bergl portrays her with a nicely sulky empathy, equal parts hurt and hope.

Rachel's telekinetic powers, in fact, are something of an afterthought; Moreu and Shea seem far more interested in charting her relationship with the football hunk (Jason London) than in nudging them toward the gory showdown we've all come to expect. The filmmakers cave eventually, of course. Filmed with stylish pop portentousness, The Rage throws in a jock-clique sex contest reminiscent of the Spur Posse, sole Carrie survivor Amy Irving as an emotionally wobbly guidance counselor, and witty soundtrack gags like Billie Holiday's ''God Bless the Child'' and Mono Puff's ''Backstabbing Liar'' -- but ultimately, it comes down to dismembering the senior class in cruel and, all right, entertaining ways.

Which is what both King and De Palma were on to in the first place: that primal adolescent urge to blow high school sky high. But where Carrie White laid waste to her senior prom -- the perfect, powerful symbol of teenage caste -- The Rage contents itself with trashing a rich kid's house. By that point, anyway, the film has surrendered to genre. Despite what the football hunk says, this Carrie is just like all the rest. B-

-- Ty Burr

The Rage: Carrie 2 STARRING Emily Bergl Amy Irving UNITED ARTISTS RATED R 104 MINUTES

Enfants Terrible

Entertainment Weekly
October 15, 1999

Judging by the tortured femmes fatales of The Rage: Carrie 2 and Election, hell hath no fury like a high schooler scorned.

One of the advantages of video is the opportunity to program your own double features, allowing films that seem dissimilar to bounce off each other in new and interesting ways. Take home both the belated sequel The Rage: Carrie 2 and the little-seen satirical comedy Election, for instance, and by the time you're done you'll feel qualified to write an essay -- like, uh, this one -- on comparative modes of female alienation. Stay with me; it's not as dry as it sounds.

Like many sequels, The Rage isn't so much a continuation of the original story as a clumsy facsimile of it. Newcomer Emily Bergl plays Rachel, a moody teen who's (predictably) revealed to be related to the town's most notorious party pooper, Carrie White. Rachel, needless to say, is blessed/cursed with the same psychic abilities as her tormented predecessor, and is also saddled with an equally demented mother. The filmmakers kindly permit her a genuine romance with a sensitive hunk (Jason London), but otherwise the plot is virtually identical to that of Stephen King's novel and the 1976 Brian De Palma adaptation of same: Establish beleaguered heroine's subconscious power; set up prank courtesy of cruel peers; let carnage begin.

Unfortunately, this Carrie rings false from frame one, and the problem is the film's conception of its main character. For one thing, Rachel isn't remotely freakish, physically; on the contrary, she's borderline adorable, and her smile, the rare times it surfaces, is genuinely fetching. Bergl can muster up a reasonably menacing Penetrating Gaze, but she's hardly the otherworldly, almost feral presence that Sissy Spacek was; place a prom queen's tiara on Bergl's head and nobody would bat an eye.

More problematic still is the decision to paint Rachel, like Carrie, as a loner. She's shunned by the school's beautiful people (though her doomed best friend is played by Mena Suvari, looking just as delicious as she does in American Beauty), yet she comes across like half the girls I knew in college: fashionably morose. It's difficult to believe that somebody as personable and hip as Rachel would be the campus outcast; it's downright impossible to believe that she wouldn't have at least a dozen Goth pals with whom she could debate the merits of the new Nine Inch Nails CD.

On the other hand, it's easy to believe that Tracy Flick, the obnoxiously ambitious high schooler played by Reese Witherspoon in Election, would have trouble finding anybody to sign the yearbook that she helped to design. (Her picture appears on nearly every page; Tracy gives Rushmore's Max Fischer a run for his extracurricular money.) As the film begins, Tracy is unopposed in the race for student-council president. Annoyed by her tireless perkiness (and, the film suggests, wary of his own lust), frustrated teacher Mr. McAllister (Matthew Broderick) tries to sink her campaign, pressuring the school's most popular athlete (Chris Klein, doing early Keanu) to put his much respected name on the ballot.

Election is smart and savagely funny, but it errs in giving Mr. McAllister too many often pointless reasons to take action against Tracy. The truth is, in a culture where irony has been elevated to an art form and sincerity is viewed with suspicion, humorless go-getters like Tracy are automatically perceived as the enemy -- her friendlessness, unlike Rachel's, makes perfect sense. What's more, she's so driven to succeed that she often seems on the verge of combustion. Whenever her will is temporarily thwarted, her looks of outrage and disbelief are accompanied on the soundtrack by an unnerving wail; her little eyes narrow, her tiny nostrils flare, and you half expect objects to start exploding or flying across the room -- she would have made an ideal successor to Carrie White. Tracy may not quite be capable of slaughtering her foes with a twitch of her head, but in a just world, it's Election's depiction of the potential of female fury that would be all the rage.

The Rage: Carrie 2: C

Election: B