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MR. JONES (2013) Blu-ray Review

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Mr. Jones (2013) d. Karl Mueller (USA)

A young couple decide to drop out of society for a spell, retreating to a, wait for it, remote cabin in the woods where Scott (Jon Foster) plans to shoot the “ultimate nature documentary” with himself as the director/star. His inspiration is short-lived; the would-be auteur finds himself simply wandering around, sitting around, laying around, and just generally ticking off Penny (Sarah Jones) with his aimlessness. The discovery of a mysterious artist’s isolated abode, filled with terrifying scarecrow-like effigies, sparks visions of fame and fortune at sharing the notorious Salinger-esque hermit’s story, but some stories aren’t meant to be told....


One of the more frustrating indie efforts to emerge in a long time, Mr. Jones has so much initially going for it that when it stumbles, and boy, does it ever, it physically injured me. So many great ideas at play - including the appropriation of someone else’s art in order to create another individual’s legacy and the concept of necessary evil to combat greater evil - that are ill-served by the oh-so-lazy found-footage conceit. Even through Scott’s narcissistic lens, there is no logical reason for many of the shots, including the bone-headed narrative device of a camera that shoots both the subject and the operator at the same time. Why would you, as a documentarian, need to see your reaction shots to your own footage? Oh, wait, unless you were making a found-footage movie and wanted to have something to cut away to...over and over and over again. I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I literally called “BULLSHIT” to the television so many times over the 84-minute running time, my upstairs neighbor called to see if I was experiencing some early form of Tourette Syndrome.


And then, to further twist my bowels, writer/director Mueller simply abandons his found-footage conceit for the third act. With no explanation given, we’re suddenly afforded shots outside of the accounted-for lenses because it makes life easier to tell his (admittedly fascinating) story. I mean, COME ON. Some other reviewers have called this “surrealistic.” I call it “running out of ideas.”


I’m not prepared to completely dismiss Mr. Jones– in many ways, it reminds me of Jesse Holland and Andy Mitton’s similarly uneven 2010 effort Yellowbrickroad, so fans of that film might be willing to give it a try – but I’m also not willing to endorse it without major reservations. I think Mueller, screenwriter of Xavier Gens’ The Divide, absolutely has a future with his intelligent, high-concept plotlines and talent for creepy atmosphere. But this feels regrettably incomplete, a not-fully-gestated idea shoved into the world too soon.


Mr. Jones is available now on DVD and Blu-ray from Anchor Bay (no supplemental features) and can be ordered HERE.


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

SCANNERS (1981) movie review

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Scanners (1981) d. David Cronenberg (Canada)

Convoluted yet compelling sci-fi tale from the unique imagination of writer/director David Cronenberg. Through an experimental drug given to pregnant mothers, a new race of psychic and telekinetic mutants emerges, and some of them just aren’t very nice.


Michael Ironside tears up the screen as Darryl Revok, a megalomaniacal scanner bent on destruction of the inferior human race. He is opposed by Patrick McGoohan as a scientist who knows the secrets of the scanners and seeks out a protégé of his own to infiltrate Revok’s inner circle.


Stephen Lack’s performance (or lack thereof) as the hero borders on somnambulistic, and Jennifer O’Neill as his partner is little help, though a little easier on the eyes. What saves the picture is its suspenseful pacing and Chris Walas’ literally mind-blowing special effects which gave the film strong word-of-mouth and solid box office, further enhancing Cronenberg’s career.


The final showdown is a wow, although you may not want to eat for a while afterwards.

Followed by two sequels, as well as atwo Scanner Cop spinoffs.

Fool's Views (4/21 – 5/4)

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Howdy folks,

This period represents the relative calm before the storm that was the Chicago Critics Film Festival and the avalanche of DVD/BR screeners that came my way in early May. A mixed bag with some amazing highs and lows, blockbuster to microbudget, from art-house to multiplex to ancient VHS to YouTube. Life is good.

As always, feel free to leave your two cents worth - we'll make sure you get some change back.

Enjoy!


HORROR:


Chrysalis (2014) d. Klein, John (USA) (1st viewing)

***FULL REVIEW COMING SOON***





Cloverfield (2008) d. Reeves, Matt (USA) (3rd viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Mr. Jones (2013) d. Mueller, Karl (USA) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Scanners (1981) d. Cronenberg, David (Canada) (5th viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




CIVILIAN:


Abducted II: The Reunion (1995) d. Collins, Boon (Canada) (1st viewing)

Three college gal pals (Raquel Bianca, Debbie Rochon, Donna Jason) head off into the woods for a little R&R, but run into crazy crazyman Vern (Lawrence King) who has somehow been revived from his demise in 1986’s Abducted in order to wreak more hillbilly havoc. Dan Haggerty also returns as Vern’s master tracker pop, guiding Great White Capitalist Hunter Jan-Michael Vincent to bag big game and staying out of the main plotline to keep costs down. Goofy, jiggly exploitation entertainment.






Blue Ruin (2013) d. Saulnier, Jeremy (USA) (1st viewing)

A young homeless man’s (Macon Blair) life is given sinister purpose following a convict’s (Brent Werzner) early release from prison. If you have it in your power to see writer/director Saulnier’s (Murder Party) award-winning festival smash, do so. (It’s currently available on most VOD platforms, as well as certain cinemas.) It’s frankly the smartest and most suspenseful film I've seen in recent years; one never knows where it’s going, yet it maintains viewer interest from start to finish. My top pick for 2014 so far.





Gravity (2013) d. Cuaron, Alfonso (USA) (2nd viewing)

Enjoyed the same rollercoaster ride as in the multiplex, but watching the behind-the-scenes BR featurettes cultivates an unwavering respect for the craftsmen making this particular piece of movie magic so seamless. Sandra Bullock, whose Oscar nod genuinely surprised me at the time, was admittedly given one of the more challenging acting tasks – basically acting in a vacuum with all sorts of gadgetry attached to create the effects of weightlessness. I still think that making it her character's first spacewalk was gilding the lily, still not a fan of Steven Price’s ham-fisted score, and still find some of the metaphorical imagery a bit heavy-handed, but overall it's a thrilling technical achievement and a worthy bit of popcorn entertainment.





Hapkido (1972) d. Huang, Feng (Hong Kong) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Honor and Glory (1993) d. Ho, Godfrey (Hong Kong/USA) (1st viewing)

Inspired by seeing Donna Jason in Abducted II, and having enjoyed her in the wackadoo martial arts fest Undefeatable! and seeing that she only has three screen credits to her name, I decided to complete her entire filmography as well as add another Godfrey Ho/Cynthia Rothrock title to my viewing legacy. But while Rothrock might be top billed, it’s John Miller's (another Undefeatable! alum) over-the-top turn as nefarious baddie Jason Slade that runs away with the film. William S. Wilson of Video Junkie gives it the royal treatment HERE.





Z.P.G.: Zero Population Growth (1971) d. Campus, Michael (UK) (1st viewing)

Downer dystopian future shocker about a world in which childbirth is banned due to overpopulation, but darned if Geraldine Chaplin doesn’t decide to place her emotional needs above the well-being of the planet. (I know I’m supposed to be rooting for her and fellow criminal Oliver Reed, celebrating their God-given right to breed, but seriously, eff that. Call in the Baby Squad and haul these rule-breakers off to the clink. BABY!!! BABY!!!) Personal philosophies aside, it’s a not-bad feature with intriguing ideas that never feel quite fleshed out.


2014 Totals to date: 108 films, 61 1st time views, 54 horror, 9 cinema

SLEEPAWAY CAMP (1983) Blu-ray Review

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Sleepaway Camp (1983) d. Robert Hiltzik (USA)

The phrase “You can never watch the same movie twice” is one that I’ve used many a time to describe my shifting cinematic perceptions from one viewing to the next. The films don’t change, but as I continue to grow (I wouldn’t go so far as to say “mature”) and consume greater varieties of the wild and woolly, my entertainment palate waxes and wanes like the October moon. Pieces of celluloid gold turn to muck monsters upon revisit while crapfests become craptastic as familiarity breeds contentment. Case in point, when I first got around to seeing Robert Hiltzik’s late-phase slasher on video in 2004, I pretty much tore it to pieces, naming the WTF ending its only redeeming feature.


Behold the Foolish capsule review of yore:

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Every once in a while, a horror movie delivers a moment so unusual and startling, the viewer is compelled to recommend it, if only to have someone with whom to share the experience. Call it the “Dude, you gotta see this!” factor. Such is the case with this staggeringly inept Friday the 13th knockoff, which developed its cult status due to “The Scene” that closes the flick. The rest of the running time, however, is an excruciating slog, unless listening to prepubescent campers swear like sailors is your idea of a good time. What plot there is concerns introverted teen Angela’s (Felissa Rose) persecution at the hands of the “cool” chicks at Camp Arawak. Soon enough, her tormentors begin to meet laughably unsavory ends.


Scarier by far than the spree of outlandish slayings (murder by curling iron, anyone?), though, is the Salvation Army-reject ’80s clothing with which the errant costume designer saw fit to punish cast and audience. Death by pots of boiling corn? Killer hornet nests in outhouses? Counselor Ronnie’s orange muscle shirts and short-shorts? Who could make up this drivel? Why, none other than writer/director Robert Hiltzik, who opens his movie with a dedication: “To Mom, a doer.” (Touching stuff, Bobby. Now go sit in that corner and think about what you’ve done.) While this cinematic burned marshmallow elicits neither goose-pimpling nor gore-induced gagging, the notorious ending lives up to its reputation as one of the most memorably bizarre...ever. (Dude, you gotta see this.)

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Based on the above rant, it will come to no surprise that I never bothered to revisit the source of my misery in the decade that followed (although I did eventually check out the Pamela Springsteen-starring sequels and found them vastly more entertaining than their predecessor).

"Three commentary tracks????  Noooooooooooooo...."
As such, the shrieks of hysterical joy that rang out across the land when Shout! Factory announced that they would be releasing Sleepaway Camp to Blu-ray at the end of the month were neither endorsed nor echoed by yours truly. In fact, I was more than a little depressed that I would be subjected to a repeat viewing (or viewings, thanks to the wealth of commentary tracks) in the line of duty, but I straightened my shoulders, popped the popcorn, and settled in to take my medicine.

And darned if I didn’t have a good time.


“Staggeringly inept?” “Excruciating slog?” With all apologies to my younger, far more mainstream mid-millennial mindset, far from it. Granted, a decade ago, I had barely worked my way through the Friday the 13th, Halloween, and Nightmare on Elm Street franchises that I had previously abandoned, much less started paying any serious mind to the independent slasher scene, so I can hopefully be forgiven for not realizing that our film du jour represents one of the more polished and genuinely intriguing entries of the dead kids cycle. Does it have its flaws? Absolutely. But as I’ve evolved (again, no claims to maturity), I find I’m more appreciative of the charms yielded by scenery-chewing amateurs, ridiculously fake mustaches, slightly creepy counselor/camp owner relationships, and bizarro narrative suckerpunches, all of which Sleepaway Camp has in spades.


Sure, the murders are still occasionally loopy, but it’s hard not to appreciate Ed French’s cleverly crafted macabre set-pieces of arrows through necks and scalding blisters rising off a would-be pedophile’s face. Not to mention the mind-blowing visual feast that concludes the proceedings, and even though everyone reading this probably already knows the punchline to which I’m referring, I’m dead set on preserving the surprise for the uninitiated. No one spoiled it for me, and I’m going to extend the courtesy.


However, once viewers have experienced “The Moment” in all its glory, there is a virtual treasure chest of supplemental materials to satisfy the overwhelming desire to know WHO THE HELL CAME UP WITH THIS AND WHY ARE THEY STILL RUNNING AROUND FREE? Hiltzik appears on two of the three commentaries, the first ported over from Anchor Bay’s 2002 release where he shares the microphone with amiable star Rose and extremely knowledgeable moderator Jeff Hayes of sleepawaycampmovies.com. Unfortunately, on the recently recorded 2014 track, the writer/director sounds perfectly uninterested in revisiting his 30-year-old baby, often leaving Hayes – doing his utmost to keep the renewed conversation going – awkwardly hung out to dry.


Rose also returns for a new commentary, this time with co-star Jonathan Tiersten-not-Tierston and genre journalist Justin Beahm, carrying the day with her sunny demeanor and keen memory. (By contrast, Tiersten spends the entire 84 minutes whining and wisecracking, often to the detriment of Rose’s stories and Beahm’s queries. In hindsight, it would have been preferable to send our resident wet blanket out for donuts.)

"I'm not talking to you, Jonathan."

Happily, Beahm keeps Tiersten on a shorter leash for the new documentary “At the Waterfront After the Social,” the unqualified jewel in the BR’s crown which reunites the actor with Rose, Hiltzik, French, Karen Fields (bitchy Judy), Paul DeAngelo (musclehead Ronnie), Frank Saladino (counselor Gene), Desiree Gould (Aunt Martha)...and Rose’s real-life mom, Joan Esposito! With so many lovely stories and reminiscences (with considerable attention given to Tiersten and Rose’s on-set crushes), the 45 all-too-brief minutes fly by; when Felissa gets visibly misty toward the end, it’s impossible not to get a lump in your throat and want to give her a hug. Making a doc richer in content and emotion than 4+ hours of commentaries is no small feat, and all praise to Beahm for his achievement.


There are also a few curiosities included in the vast buffet of extras, such as Hayes’ bizarre short film Judy, which resurrects Fields’ character as a vengeful killer of deadbeat dads. The movie isn’t terrible in and of itself, with some fun DIY gore effects and lusty overacting, but there’s no reason given for Judy’s change of heart – it would have worked better had Fields just played a different/new character if Hayes wanted to give his star a vehicle. Equally puzzling is the inclusion of Tiersten’s perfectly meh music video for his perfectly meh song “Princess,” unless you’ve been dying to see all-grown-up Ricky badly lip-synching while a random aerialist climbs the silks and spins.


Also included are French’s original makeup tests, a number of theatrical/TV trailers, a “Camp Arawak Scrapbook” of production stills, and a surprisingly unedifying featurette of the film undergoing the 2K digital scan process. (Pressing buttons and clicking computer mice is hard to make interesting, kids.)


Sleepaway Camp is now available from Shout! Factory in a Blu-ray/DVD combo (with terrific original cover art by Nathan Thomas Milliner) and can be ordered HERE.

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/sleepaway-camp-collectors-edition-exclusive-poster


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

HOUSE IN THE ALLEY (2012) DVD review

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House in the Alley (2012) Le-Van Kiet (Vietnam)

Following very messy, very bloody miscarriage, the lives of Thao (Thanh Van Ngo) and her well-meaning husband Thanh (Son Bao Tran) are shattered. Wracked with grief, Thao refuses to bury her baby’s body, the small coffin assuming a place of greater significance and gravity in the young couple’s bedroom as the days and weeks roll by. Thanh does his best to bolster his wife’s spirits, but he’s got his hands full with striking factory workers and a ball-busting mother/boss Nga (Bich Hang Tran), not to mention the strange children’s voices and the ghostly owners thereof he keeps seeing and hearing in and around the titular abode.


House in the Alley apparently broke box office records when it premiered two years ago in Vietnam. We don’t often hear much about horror films from that country, which leads me to assume that there probably aren’t many produced, which would account for its novelty and ensuing excitement at the turnstiles. However, it would be stretching things to say that any new ground has been broken here – truth is, for many seasoned horror fans, there won’t be anything here you haven’t seen before.


Dark and stormy nights, mysterious apparitions that disappear after a character rubs his/her eyes, inevitable slides into madness turning lover against lover, lots of searching about for the source of strange noises, and the (late) introduction of the house’s dark past all result in a patchwork quilt recalling many earlier, superior films.


This is not to say that writer/director Kiet doesn’t know his way around a good ghost story and his gliding camera creates an appreciable amount of dread. His charismatic (and very attractive) performers play their roles convincingly and effectively, with both Ngo and Tran given ample opportunities to showcase their thesping range. But other than the opening cavalcade of slick viscera, blood, and embryonic fluid, there’s not much in the way of outright gore and all the jump-scares come right out of J-Horror 101.


There are some interesting character relationships, including that of Thanh (who is subjected to such an inordinate amount of physical abuse over the course of the film that it becomes nigh humorous) and his longtime friend/underling Minh (played with oafish gregariousness by Van Hai Bui), but there are few surprises to be had and the clumsy fade-outs between scenes and low-rent CGI speak to a lack of funds and/or inspiration.


The final product is a competent if unremarkable one; here’s hoping that we see more from our neighbors from the East, and that they find their own specific flavor of fright instead of co-opting others.


House in the Alley is now available on DVD (with no extras) from Shout! Factory and can be purchased HERE.

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/house-alley


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

COUNTESS DRACULA (1971) Blu-ray Review

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Countess Dracula (1971) d. Peter Sasdy (UK)

Despite the slightly misleading title (no actual bloodsuckers ever show up), there is one very good reason to check out Synapse’s latest DVD/BR release of Countess Dracula and her name is Ingrid Pitt. Though the previous year’s The Vampire Lovers will likely remain her greatest onscreen triumph within the eyes of the horror faithful, the buxom and charismatic Polish-born actress sinks her unfanged teeth into the role of the notorious real-life Erzebet Bathory (or Elisabeth Nadasdy, as she’s called here) with equal gusto.


Following her husband’s death, the hard-hearted and merciless Countess discovers that the blood of virgins can restore her aging and wrinkled flesh; in fact, a particularly sanguinary spell of bathing transforms her so much so that she is mistaken for her absent daughter Ilona (Lesley-Anne Down). Elisabeth seizes the opportunity to regain her lost youth, but as the rejuvenating qualities are temporary, the bodies of young maidens are soon piling up higher and higher within the castle walls. (In keeping with the times, there’s considerably more flesh than blood on display.)


With the exception of veteran Nigel Green, playing her stalwart castle steward and would-be lover Captain Dobi, none of Pitt’s co-stars can match her vibrant presence; despite her vocal performance being regrettably (but quite capably) dubbed by another actress, Pitt owns the film from start to finish and clearly revels in the opportunity to play both the latex-swathed old crone and the vivacious and gorgeous lady fair.


Reliable character actor Maurice Denham (Curse of the Demon, Torture Garden) is amusing as the dotty old intellectual Fabio, but there are times he seems to be playing in a completely different movie. Down isn’t called upon to do much other than look pretty and frightened, since her character is kidnapped by Green’s henchman early on. (It wouldn’t very well do to have two princess Ilonas on hand, now would it?)


The audio commentary with Pitt, Sasdy (Taste the Blood of Dracula, Hands of the Ripper), and screenwriter Jeremy Paul has been ported over from MGM’s 2003 Midnight Movies release, where it was unsurprisingly paired with Vampire Lovers. All three creatives share the microphone equally with moderator Jonathan Sothcott, and the track remains a classic combination of behind-the-scenes intel and fond reminiscence. Pitt is effervescent as always, her enthusiasm and self-assuredness a joy to listen to, especially when commenting on her own nude scenes. (“I knew I was beautiful.”)


Unfortunately, eager Pitt fans might be a little disappointed by the brevity of Ballyhoo’s featurette, “Immortal Countess: The Cinematic Life of Ingrid Pitt.” For such a larger-than-life and well-beloved figure, the 10-minute treatment is more of a tease than anything else, and one has to wonder how much footage hit the bricks considering the estimable team of talking heads assembled. Surely genre historian Ted Newson, author Robert Cotter (Ingrid Pitt: Queen of Horror), indie horror actor/director Mark Redfield, and Little Shoppe of Horrors publisher Richard Klemensen all had much, much more to say! While it serves the turn as a brief introduction for newcomers, the target audience of hi-def upgrading Hammer aficionados likely won’t learn anything they don’t already know.


There’s also an enjoyable, and similarly brief, radio interview with Pitt (which unimaginatively utilizes all of the images used in the preceding featurette along with shots of a reel-to-reel player), a still gallery, theatrical trailer, and some racy reversible cover artwork.


Countess Dracula is available now as a Blu-ray/DVD combo from Synapse Films and can be ordered HERE:

http://synapse-films.com/dvds/countess-dracula-bddvd-combo-pack/


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

RAVENOUS (1999) Blu-ray Review

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Ravenous (1999) d. Antonia Bird (UK)

“It’s lonely being a cannibal. Tough making friends.” Heaping helpings of black comedy and gory carnage are served up in this hilarious and edgy slice of period-piece horror. Set in the waning days of the Mexican-American War, cowardly Army captain John Boyd (Guy Pearce) is stationed at a remote outpost in the Sierra Nevadas where daily routine is stultifying dull...until a bedraggled survivor from a failed wagon train expedition (Robert Carlyle) staggers in from the wilderness with tales of survival that would turn the hardiest soul into a vegetarian.


A clever combo of mysticism, vampirism, and cannibalism that allows the superb cast – which includes Jeffrey Jones, David Arquette, Stephen Spinella, Jeremy Davies, John Spencer, and Neal McDonough – to lick their lips and devour Ted Griffin’s script with gusto. Antonia Bird, who assumed the director’s chair two weeks into shooting after Milcho Manchevski (Before the Rain) was given his walking papers, brings a surprising amount of elegance, intelligence, and humanity to what could have easily been an enjoyable but disposable schlockfest.


With Slovakia’s Tatras Mountains (standing in for the Pacific Northwest) and the outskirts of Czechoslovakia providing the picturesque exteriors, seasoned cinematographer Anthony B. Richmond lends an invaluable amount of production value, drifting between muddy fields, gorgeous tree-lined clearings, and snowbound peaks. (Richmond’s plentiful genre credits include Candyman, Don’t Look Now, Old Dracula, Tales from the Hood, and Cherry Falls.) But the unusual and elegiac music score by Damon Albarn and Michael Nyman deserves equal attention, blending Native American chants with traditional folk tunes and accenting sweeping orchestral pieces with discordant honks and squeals.


Shout! Factory’s recent BR upgrade doesn’t add much in the way of supplements over 1999’s original 20th Century Fox DVD, but that’s no reason for dismay – the materials ported over are ridiculously bountiful, while simultaneously providing a time-capsule look into the early days of the shiny silver disc when studios were eager to load them up to lure consumers into buying the new format. Three commentary tracks, deleted scenes with and without Bird’s commentary, still galleries exploring the costume and production design, plus TV spots and theatrical trailers. The sole original addition to the S!F package is a delightful 20-minute interview with Jones, charming and gregarious as he imparts numerous previously unheard stories from the tumultuous but tight-knit set.


Speaking of stories, it’s a minor miracle that within the trio of feature-length audio tracks, rarely are any anecdotes repeated; each commentary is chock is full of its own singular observations. Bird shares the mike with Albarn, and their hushed, low-key conversations are laced with weary triumph over the many obstacles overcome – matching the changing seasons, for example – as well as the wistful regret that the film hadn’t found a wider audience. That the home-video format was still in its formative stages becomes evident as Bird expresses reticence over speaking while her actors are uttering dialogue onscreen, which only adds an extra dose of charm.


Griffin’s track with Jones is more lighthearted but equally informative, discussing how he was inspired to write the script whilst reading Dashiell Hammett’s The Thin Man, wherein Nick Charles regales a guest with the tale of notorious Rocky Mountain cannibal Alfred Packer. Jones is reserved and thoughtful throughout, and it’s particular amusing to note Griffin’s attempts to compliment the actor and his compatriots on their altered and improvised lines after the scribe had left the set. The final commentary has Carlyle on his own, and again we note that many were not yet well-versed in the supplemental material game; the Trainspotting and Full Monty star is content to sit through nearly half the movie without saying a word, seemingly only comfortable commenting on his own scenes!


A shockingly underrated and subversive flick, all the more so considering it came from a major studio during a time when the genre was struggling to regain its full-blooded legs. In retrospect, it’s unfortunate that such a well-wrought, many-layered, and complex adult yarn was messily mismarketed such that it failed to register with its target audience who were already tiring of the multitude of Scream clones flooding the marketplace.

Even with the star power of Pearce, Carlyle, and Arquette, the mix of gallows humor and political commentary (the titular hunger extends not only to the fanciful flesh-eating, but to the U.S. policy of cultural domination and homogenization) was lost on the mainstream viewer. Happily, it continues to be championed by those in the know, most recently in Rue Morgue’s excellent 200 Alternative Horror Films You Need to See, so hopefully more fervent fans will soon become better acquainted with the lip-smacking campfire tale of F.W. Colqhoun and the notorious Colonel Ives.


Ravenous is now available from Shout! Factory and can be ordered HERE:

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/ravenous


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

Interview with HUMAN RACE director Paul Hough!!!

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It’s a premise resembling a hybrid of Battle Royale and Stephen King’s The Long Walk: a broad racial/cultural cross-section of an unnamed metropolitan populace are spontaneously abducted, reappearing in a bleak and barren landscape save for a sidewalk leading in, around and through a few deserted structures. Then the “rules” start echoing in their heads and it’s everyone for him-or-herself until a single survivor remains.


Paul Hough’s dark, bloody and daring debut literally hits the ground running and never lets up from start to jaw-dropping finish. A Hunger Games for the gorehound set, the young writer/director has fashioned an extremely effective high concept thriller that delivers geysers of blood and thoughtful meditations on the brutality of human nature in equal measure, one that belies its budgetary constraints with those all-too-rarely-used secret weapons: strong characters and fine acting.


Headlining this category are Altered’s Paul McCarthy-Boyington, Trista Robinson, T. Arthur Cottam, Fred Coury, and real-life amputee Eddie McGee, the latter a particularly charismatic breakout, the absence of his left leg only heightening the character’s heroic actions. (The story is clearly interested in examining perceived disabilities, as several of the strongest characters possess some physical hindrance yet easily overcome their able-bodied opponents.) In delivering an adrenaline-pumping 90-minute gauntlet that leaves its audience as breathless as the onscreen contestants, the son of legendary genre director John Hough announces himself as a welcome new voice in the horror ether.

Following an enthusiastic reception at Fantasia in 2012 (where it made its world premiere), I sat down with Hough to discuss the challenges of shooting an independent feature that really moves.



AC: What was the inspiration for The Human Race?

Paul Hough: One of my favorite movies is Battle Royale– I tend to think of Human Race as Battle Royale with a tinge of Run Lola Run. But my biggest inspiration was Eddie. He is absolutely amazing, one of the most charismatic actors I’ve ever met. I did a short film that played at Fantasia in 2007 called The Angel (available on YouTube) in which he does a lot of martial arts, double somersaults, etc. He’s a very unique actor because he has one leg; in Hollywood no one will cast him in any kind of movie except the stereotypical Movie of the Week “returning war veteran with the cheesy violin playing in the background” kind of stuff. With the success of The Angel, I came very close to getting a couple other scripts made and there were roles in there for Eddie. One of the big things that people would say was that, if Eddie was co-star, third lead, fourth lead, they would absolutely not go ahead with any of these scripts because “no one would accept a movie starring a guy with one leg.”


AC: Were you on sets your father’s sets a lot as a kid?

PH: My dad has been a tremendous influence; he’s an amazing filmmaker and has imparted so much advice my way. When I was younger, around 9, he gave me an 8mm camera because he would play football every weekend and I would have nothing to do for two hours. So, instead of watching him, I’d get some friends and we’d make a film. Every week it was always the same film: Four friends come to a park and get killed off by a monster one by one. I must have made that same film, with different variations on the deaths, maybe 24, 25 times. [laughs] At my primary school when I was 10, I had my first premiere and the headmistress there came up to me and said, “We can’t let the children under 8 into the movie because it’s too scary.” And I thought, “Oh, no, I’m being censored!”


AC: You attended NYU and shot the award-winning documentary The Backyard in 2002, but Human Race is your first narrative feature. How long was the shoot?

PH: It was probably a 3.5 year period from start to finish because we never actually had enough money to shoot the whole film in one go. There are a lot of people involved in the race, so logistically it was very difficult. We shot the first nine days, took a two-month break, shot two more days, tried to raise some more money, shot for a few more days then took maybe a five month break... All along I was editing the film and people’s hair would grow to different lengths, etc. It was tough.


AC: Where was it shot?

PH: The main location was in Whittier, CA, at an old abandoned government prison. We were able to shoot there for seven days, but once we moved out, the facility closed down. So half of the film takes place at my house! All the caves in Afghanistan are in a room in my house, the cemetery scene and all the scenes of people getting pushed off the path are in my backyard. That’s why the house became such a central focus because we couldn’t get back into the prison location; it had suddenly been bought out by some commercial real estate company. The script changed as we went but I always knew where it was going – I just wasn’t exactly sure how we were getting there. But that kind of enabled me to see where we were, to try to add things to make the film as unpredictable as possible.


Another difficult thing was that Paul McCarthy-Boyington, who plays Justin, is such a working actor that he’d get all these roles in these other amazing films – I think he was shooting a Western at one point where he had to grow a beard – so that would also push our schedule back. But the moment he could, he would shave it off and we’d shoot some more.


AC: Did you do any special prep work between Eddie and Paul to cement their onscreen relationship?

PH: I made sure they went to a bar, had several pitchers of beers, and just spent time together. It was very important that they became very close and had that chemistry. Even though at some points it worked against me, because they would start laughing and cracking each other up on set!


AC: Any of the characters – and I do mean anyone – can die at any time, which makes for a very exciting view. There’s a dangerous quality to it.

PH: At our first screening, the audience was in complete silence for the first 25 minutes – I think people were just a little shocked as to what was going on, which is great because I don’t want my films to be boring or predictable. There’s nothing worse than watching a story that you’ve seen before, that you know where it’s going to go. But I’m not just doing things frivolously to be unique either – hopefully it all tracks, it all makes sense.


AC: The movie ends on a “what comes next” note, but these days I think people immediately think, “Oh, sequel.” What are your thoughts about that?

PH: There is no sequel. This was the story I wanted to tell and I think the ending is cool, but it is in fact the ending. I’m a fan of cool endings, even if they are open-ended – I think I might even have written the ending for Human Race first, before anything else. That said, I’m actually quite pleased with the fact that people ask about a sequel; it means that they want to see more...as opposed to the alternative! But I still think this one is pretty much complete.

Boyington-McCarthy, McGee, and Hough at the Fantasia 2012 Q&A

AC: Your father had quite a diverse body of work. Do you have a specific genre you like to work in?

PH: I’m a huge fan of Hitchcock, huge fan of thrillers and action, and I’ll do anything I find compelling. The next project I want to do with Eddie is another sci-fi/thriller with elements of horror. I love horror, but I wouldn’t say I’m exclusively a horror director. I’d like to do a martial arts movie – I’d even do a musical if it was the right kind of musical for me! My dad did a whole spectrum of films, from the kids movies for Disney (Escape to Witch Mountain, The Watcher in the Woods) to the horror (Twins of Evil, Legend of Hell House) to action (Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry) – I guess I’m kind of the same way!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8em5Hy8ojrU

The Human Race is available now on VOD and iTunes (https://itunes.apple.com/us/movie/the-human-race/id879730858), with a DVD release date of July 22 from Xlerator Media.

Additionally, tomorrow night, Wednesday, June 18, at the Cinema Village (22 East 12th Street, off University Place) in NYC, Fangoria will be hosting a FREE screening of the movie, with legendary editor emeritus Tony Timpone presenting the film. More details can be found at Fangoria.com. If you are in the NYC area, check it out! If you are not in the NYC area, but have friends who are, tell them to check it out!


HOUSEBOUND (2014) movie review

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Housebound (2014) d. Gerard Johnstone (New Zealand)

Sentenced to eight months house arrest at her mother’s home, troubled wild child Kylie (Morgana O’Reilly) is saddled with an ankle bracelet, trying to co-exist with her amiable jabberjaw Mum (Rima Te Wiata), her barrel-chested ankle bracelet-supervising security officer, Amos (Glen-Paul Waru), the creepy possum-skinning neighbor next door, and a restless spirit that seems to be residing within the walls of the family home.


Perhaps the most satisfying aspect of this Kiwi horror/comedy from rookie Johnstone is that it delivers honest laughs without diminishing any creep n’ scare elements. From the first sequence detailing an ATM heist gone hilariously wrong, the writer/director displays a terrific knack for tension and release, eliciting giggles born of discomfort and tension, as well as an array of snide biting comments from the various characters which happily feel more like organic responses than premeditated punchlines. Even the occasional gore moments (witness the inspired use of a cheese grater) emerge from a genuine dramatic scenario rather than pure shock effect.


Abrasive, chain-smoking, and authority-defying, O’Reilly (looking for all the world like an edgier, healthier Natalie Portman) conveys more with a simple lip curl, nostril flare, or eyebrow raise than a dozen monologues. However, in spite of her caustic exterior, we eventually grow to root for the dark-haired delinquent; an testament to O’Reilly’s impressive abilities, considering that we spend the first 30 minutes aching to reach into the screen and slap her character silly.


Similarly, Wiata’s motormouth tendencies are amusing enough to keep us on her side, but we understand why her offspring might be climbing the walls. The elder character’s romance with taciturn craftsman companion Graeme (Ross Harper) only adds to the charm. Waru is another ace in the hand, turning what could have been a clichéd bumbler stumbler into a loyal and dedicated hero.


Like any good ghost story, there is a mystery to be solved, one that perhaps points to a corporeal cause. The marvelously evolving chain of mishaps (keep your eyes on the mouth retainers and 3/4 scale Jesus figures) never feels cheap or gratuitous, and the narrative sustains an enviable amount of suspense and investment. Like any good rollercoaster ride, the final loop-de-loops are white-knucklers and you’ll be screaming and laughing all the way to the popcorn counter.


Quite simply one of the finest genre releases of the year, and coming soon to the U.S. via XLerator Media. No word yet on release dates, but we’ll keep you posted!


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

DEAD SNOW: RED VS. DEAD (2014) movie review

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Dead Snow: Red vs. Dead (aka Dead Snow 2) (2014) d. Tommy Wirkola (Norway)

I was a huge fan of Wirkola’s silly but enjoyable 2009 Nazi zombie epic, so as increasingly resistant as I’ve become to the pervasive sequel-itis that haunts every semi-successful release, I was eager to see how a return to his Norwegian roots would serve the young filmmaker (especially following his recent Hollywood stint with Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters). The result is a decidedly mixed bag, one that provides as many groans as cheers, but since they all come at a machine gun pace, you don’t have to long to wait for the next splattery curve ball to come by and whack you in the kisser. I’d hoped for better, but there’s nothing so wrong that a good pair of editing shears couldn’t fix, so returning fans of the snowbound SS shamblers should find plenty to enjoy.


Picking up immediately where the first film ended, lone survivor Martin (Vegar Hoel) is still fleeing the jackbooted undead horde, but through a series of automotives mishaps, he awakens in the local hospital with the lifeless arm of his primary nemesis, Herzog (Orjan Gamst), stitched on in place of his own. In the tradition of ill-advised transplant movies everywhere, the limb possesses a “life” of its own, and is soon wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting staff and patients, including a hilariously over-the-top offing of a member of the short pants set.


This irreverent approach pervades throughout, as the logic gets looser and the set-pieces get juicier. Martin hooks up with a WWII museum staff member Glenn (original cast member Stig Frode Henriksen, returning in a different role) and his zombie-fu-empowered hand starts inexplicably serving its new master, allowing him to revive a squadron of Russian army members – fronted by “new Jason” Derek Mears – to take the fight to Herzog’s swastika-sporting sonsabitches.


The ensuing battle (and the collateral damage inflicted on the neighboring citizens) is the picture’s true raison de etre, with lacerations, eviscerations, and obliterations galore. The fact that the infirm and the elderly are often the focus of the carnage is all part of the sick joke, and darned if it isn’t funny much of the time. (The frequent homophobic jests at Glenn’s expense, not so much.)


However, the biggest problems of the Wirkola-Hoel-Henriksen script lie in the inclusion of three American nerds (Martin Starr, Jocelyn DeBoer and Ingrid Haas) making up what’s known as “The Zombie Squad” in the struggles between the undead and the living. Now, I’m not taking issue with the inclusion of English-speaking Yanks on mere principle; after all, any half-assed Google search will turn up dozens of similar organizations purportedly prepared to do take on the zombie apocalypse. The flaw is that these characters a) aren’t prepared, and b) their lack of preparedness is not mocked or sent up. Hell, they aren’t even really zombie nerds, as DeBoer’s character keeps making Star Wars references, for crying out loud!


The whole Zombie Squad enterprise is so lazy and haphazard that for any genuine zombie fans (presumably the film’s target audience), every scrap of dialogue spilling from their North American gobs is nails on a chalkboard. Would it have been so hard to reference Lucio Fulci or Jorge Grau, just to throw a bone to those in the know? (Especially since one of the selling points of the original film was the abundance of sly and occasionally blatant nods to earlier classics.) Something intelligent and/or inspired might have been made of this subplot, but instead, we’re simply forced to suffer until the subtitles kick back in.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4FoV9iiLmI 

This latest installment feels much bigger and much dumber overall, so it seems Wirkola learned something from Hollywood after all. Let’s just hope he’s gotten it out of his system.

A BUCKET OF BLOOD (1959) movie review

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Bucket of Blood, A (1959) d. Roger Corman (USA)

Step right in, Daddy-O, for the coolest combo of comedy and horror to make the scene. At once parody and time capsule, director/producer Corman and screenwriter Charles B. Griffith simultaneously slam and celebrate the “Beat” generation and its penchant for kooky poetry, groovy jazz, hipster slang, and the search for “the next big thing.”


The film boasts a sensational roster of faux-cool characters, ranging from beret-wearing hepcats, self-appointed poetry gods, stuck-up models, nosy landladies, and wholesome heroines. Character actor Dick Miller appears in a rare leading role as sad sack Walter Paisley, frustrated sculptor and busboy at the ultra-hip Yellow Door club, and Julian Burton is perfection as the ultra-mannered wordsmith Maxwell, spouting immortal lines of freaky-deaky like “deep down inside my piranha.” 70s TV staple Bert Convy also makes his screen debut in a small role as an unfortunate vice cop.


The zippy affair evolves quickly into a cheap and funny send-up of Mystery of the Wax Museum, when Walter begins covering his victims (beginning with his landlady’s cat!) in clay and passing them off as works of art to earn his place in the pantheon of in-crowd “artistes.” Goofy-great (snap, snap) clever-cool script by Griffith, backed by Fred Katz’s terrific jazz score with Paul Horn’s fiery sax solos tearing up the joint.


Miller’s “Walter Paisley” moniker would surface again and again throughout his career, on display in such films as The Howling, Twilight Zone: The Movie, and Chopping Mall.


Re-made for Showtime in 1995 with Anthony Michael Hall, Justine Bateman, radio personality Shaddoe Stevens, and a young David Cross.

Fool's Views (5/5 – 5/18)

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Ah, the joys of summertime...

Howdy folks!

Yeah, yeah, it’s been a while (again) and the reviews below are sporadic (again) and while I’m not entirely okay with it, I kinda gotta be okay with it because time keeps marching on and movies keep getting watched and inspiration and opportunity are fleeting and who wants to hear excuses and apologies when they showed up to hear about the flicks?

Special thanks to David Canfield for his generosity in loaning me several of the selections listed below.

As always, feel free to leave your two cents worth – we’ll make sure you get some change back.

Enjoy!


HORROR:


Bedevilled (2010) d. Jang, Chul-soo (South Korea) (1st viewing)

A stressed-out banker from Seoul (Yeong-hie Seo) visits her childhood friend (Seong-won Ji) on a distant island, where she discovers that the rural woman’s life is plagued by an abusive husband and a community of clucking older women who believe in total subservience to the male. After an agonizing first hour of verbal, emotional, and physical degradations, the worm finally turns with predictably (especially if one has seen the DVD cover with Ji holding a dripping sickle) bloody results.





Contracted (2013) d. England, Eric (USA) (1st viewing)

The buzz has been high for this STD-gone-super-wrong flick, but while the high-concept and physical effects are superb, the end result is a troublesome mix of laziness and/or disrespect for viewer intelligence. I’m all for suspending disbelief, but the notion that a) a woman would allow herself to slide this far without cooperating fully with the doctors or b) that anyone around her would fail to notice is just too insulting to swallow. I can already hear the defenders shouting, “Dude, it’s just a fun gross-out movie! Go along for the ride!”, but if England wanted to tell a sick joke (and I’m all for sick jokes), it’s a tone he could have struck from the outset. Instead, he tells it seriously, and so I assume he wants us to take it seriously...and you just can’t.





Evilspeak (1981) d. Weston, Eric (USA) (2nd and 3rd viewings)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Final Exam (1981) d. Huston, Jimmy (USA) (1st and 2nd viewings)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Godzilla (2014) d. Edwards, Gareth (USA) (1st viewing)

I didn’t hate it, but I sure wasn’t wowed. To paraphrase my buddy Ian Simmons at Kicking the Seat, two killer "ending moves" does not a great monster movie make. These two links that pretty much sum up my thoughts and are deserving of your attention.

http://twitchfilm.com/2014/05/boozie-movies-has-seen-godzilla-and-its-got-something-to-say-it-wants-to-kill-your-dog-and-baby-toda.html

http://www.kickseat.com/now-showing/2014/5/19/godzilla-2014.html





Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones (2014) d. Landon, Christopher (USA) (1st viewing)

Considering this is the fifth PA film and it still managed to hold my attention, I gotta give 'em props. The story centers on a young Hispanic lad who believes that the old hermit woman living below him is a "bruja" (witch). If you've been following the series, you know he's not too far from the truth. Plenty of just-outside-the-frame jump scares, but there's also a fine creep factor and while the found footage convention requires just as much suspension of disbelief as ever ("Why is he still filming?"), it's at least slightly justified here. Not bad.





Sleepaway Camp (1983) d. Hiltzik, Robert (USA) (2nd, 3rd, and 4th viewings)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Urotsukidoji: Legend of the Overfiend (1989) d. Takayama, Hideki (Japan) (1st viewing)

After dipping my toe in the hentai pool a few years back with the live action LA Blue Girl, I came across many a mention of this classic animated feature featuring tons of gore, tentacle rape, monsters, aliens, and epic mythos. Thanks to the urging of my pal Kevin Matthews (and his Ani-May-Tion marathon last month on the outstanding For It Is A Man’s Number site – which you should be reading if you aren’t already), I finally checked this out on YouTube. Wow. Never a dull moment, and rarely a sane one either.




CIVILIAN:


Johnny Guitar (1954) d. Ray, Nicholas (USA) (1st viewing)

Still whittling down Danny Peary’s Cult Movies list, but I certainly expected this Sterling Hayden/Joan Crawford western to be a little loopier and/or campier to earn its place therein. Heck, I kinda liked it (although Mercedes McCambridge seems to be performing in a different movie altogether).





Scalene (2011) d. Parker, Zack (USA) (1st viewing)

After seeing Proxy a few weeks back, I was eager to check out this earlier acclaimed effort from Indiana writer/director Parker. The lives of a smothering mother, a mentally disabled son, and a well-meaning babysitter collide with unnerving results. Comparisons to Rashomon and Pulp Fiction are both apt and earned.


2014 Totals to date: 121 films, 69 1st time views, 65 horror, 10 cinema

WILLOW CREEK (2013) movie review

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Willow Creek (2013) d. Bobcat Goldthwait (USA)

I’ll admit from the outset, it might seem odd to the casual observer that, after my lambasting of the Drew Barrymore-produced Happy Camp a few months back, I should be any less brutal in my treatment of yet another Sasquatch-themed found-footage flick that borrows heavily from The Blair Witch Project’s template. The fact that one succeeds wildly while the other only succeeded in testing my patience vividly illustrates that mere story or narrative approach are far less important than how those elements are utilized. It also helps that Goldthwait has proven himself over the years to be a resourceful and savvy filmmaker, knowing how and when to push his viewers’ emotional buttons; within the single-camera confines, this is an essential skill set and the writer/director perfectly orchestrates the onscreen action to full effect.

If all hamburger buns came with toes, life would be infinitely better.

The set-up is simplicity itself: Jim (Bryce Johnson), armed with an childhood obsession with Bigfoot and handy dandy camcorder, heads out to fulfill his own In Search Of... fantasy with his aspiring actress girlfriend Kelly (Alexie Gilmore), exploring the titular region where the legendary beast has been spotted over the years. Much of the first section is jocular in nature: we see the couple chowing down on Bigfoot burgers, standing by carved totems, interviewing locals both enthusiastic and skeptical, and teasing each other relentlessly, whether it be Jim’s awkward on-camera intros or Kelly’s stubborn refusal to even entertain the possibility that the missing link exists. And yes, as many online detractors have boisterously noted, not a lot “happens” during the opening 45 minutes, but the two main characters are so likeable and the set-up interesting enough that I remained completely engaged throughout.


It’s after Jim gets a lead on a location where some notable sightings took place, and he and Kelly head into the woods to camp and explore, that things take a sharp uptick in suspense and terror. They encounter a less-than-hospitable gun-toting resident that blocks their path, their campsite is trashed, they becomes hopelessly lost, and their nightmare is capped by a breathtaking extended nighttime sequence inside the tent that feels like a magic trick in that it just keeps going...and going...and going. 18 minutes, folks, and darned if I wasn’t on the edge of my seat nearly the entire time. The climax that follows delivers both shock and a lingering sense of dread, one that still provides a welcome shiver several weeks on.


If you hated or were indifferent to The Blair Witch Project, then Willow Creek is unlikely to float your proverbial canoe. But if you’re open to a well-executed found-footage feature that actually plays by that format’s rules (I’m looking at you, Ti West’s The Sacrament), then stoke the campfire, grill the Sasquatch sammies, serve up the s’mores, and enjoy the hairy-scary ride.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPlc9UY2iuQ


CHICAGO CRITICS FILM FESTIVAL 2014 review round-up!!!

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The AC and the BC (Bobcat, rocking an amazing Bigfoot sweater)

Having traveled over hill, dale, oceans, and international borders over the past couple years, I've become a very big fan of the film festival scene. However, this spring, The Doc didn't have to travel any further than his own backyard to indulge in a special slice of pre-release big-screen cinematic goodness.

Created in 2013 by the Chicago Film Critics Association (CFCA), with a program that included Sarah Polley’s Stories We Tell, Emily Hagins’ Grow Up, Katie Aselton’s Black Rock, Jonathan Levine’s All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Jason Lapeyre & Robert Wilson’s I Declare War, James Ponsoldt’s The Spectacular Now, and the remastered director’s cut of William Friedkin’s Sorcerer, the Chicago Critics Film Festival offers a rich cornucopia of films comprised of recent festival favorites and as-yet-undistributed works from a wide variety of filmmakers. According to their website, the CCFF is the ONLY current example of a major film critics group hosting its own festival (Go Chicago!!!), showcasing works from around the globe and from all genres.

For horror fans, this year's lineup featured some impressive Windy City debuts, including Housebound (which recently won the Audience Award at Scotland's Dead By Dawn Festival), Bobcat Goldthwait's found-footage Bigfoot flick Willow Creek, Tommy Wirkola's follow-up to his 2009 Nazi zombie hit, Dead Snow: Red vs. Dead, and Elijah Drenner's celebration of the life and career of one of Hollywood's best-loved character actors, That Guy Dick Miller (shown as a double feature with Roger Corman's A Bucket of Blood, one of Miller's rare leading turns).


From May 9-15, the Chicago Critics Film Festival reigned supreme at the historic Music Box Theatre, and I soaked up as much as possible, taking in a dozen films all told. I was also lucky enough to meet Miller (and his charming wife Lainie) and Goldthwait in person, as well as rub elbows with several of my favorite Windy City scribes. It was a great time and I'll definitely be back next year.

To learn more about the festival and to see the full lineup, visit http://chicagocriticsfilmfestival.com


HORROR:


Bucket of Blood, A (1959) d. Corman, Roger (USA) (2nd viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Dead Snow: Red vs. Dead (2014) d. Wirkola, Tommy (Norway) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Housebound (2014) d. Johnstone, Gerard (New Zealand) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Willow Creek (2013) d. Goldthwait, Bobcat (USA) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




CIVILIAN:


Calvary (2014) d. McDonagh, John Michael (Ireland) (1st viewing)

Brendan Gleeson gives a powerhouse central performance as a small village’s priest who is informed during the course of a routine confession that he will be murdered in one week. We then observe him going about his daily business, trying to provide comfort and guidance for his “flock” (an impressive ensemble that includes Kelly Reilly, Chris O’Dowd, Aidan Gillen, Dylan Moran, Isaach De Bankole, and M. Emmet Walsh) as he also puts his affairs in order. The fact that Gleeson knows his would-be assassin but refuses to tell anyone – including the audience – provides much of the narrative’s fuel, but equally impressive are the multitude of complicated observations of Christianity and human nature. An extraordinary film, and thanks go out to Kevin Matthews’s For It Is A Man’s Number for putting it on my radar (although it’s less of a comedy than his inclusion in his “April Fools” marathon might have indicated).





Frequencies (2013) d. Fisher, Darren Paul (Australia) (1st viewing)

A charming romantic comedy within complex sci-fi trappings, we are introduced to an institute of learning whereby students are segregated according to their electrochemical vibrations. Those with higher frequencies are invariably successful because the world reacts to make their lives less complicated while individuals with lower frequencies naturally attract hardship. The adage of opposites attracting is (of course) brought into play when barrel-bottom Isaac and through-the-roof Marie decide to experiment, seeing how long they can stay in each other’s presence before Nature intervenes. The result is both mind-bending and heart-warming.





I Origins (2014) d. Cahill, Mike (USA) (1st viewing)

A fantastic sci-fi drama that reunites Cahill, the writer/director behind the jaw-droppingly great Another Earth, with that film’s star Brit Marling. Michael Pitt plays a molecular biologist studying the evolution of the eye in the hopes of proving the nonexistence of God. He encounters an exotic and beautiful woman (Astrid Bergès-Frisbey) through a series of “coincidences” and eventually falls in love with her, all while he and his lab partner (Marling) continue their research, but unexpected upheavals shatter both his personal and professional life, opening windows to his and others’ souls. Just as intellectually challenging and emotionally rewarding as their previous collaboration.





Mood Indigo (2013) d. Gondry, Michel (France) (1st viewing)

A trippy romantic fantasy in which Colin (Romain Durais), a rich young bachelor and inventor of the pianocktail–yes, a piano that whips up cocktails based on the mood of the music that it is playing–whose unexpected romance with his dream girl (Audrey Tautou) is thrown into turmoil when she is stricken with a mysterious disease that has left her with a flower growing in her lungs. The visuals are thrilling and the performances effervescent, but ultimately I grew weary of being dazzled for sheer dazzlement’s sake, although the fairy tale’s dark ending is a twistedly pleasant surprise.





Mystery Road (2013) d. Sen, Ivan (Australia) (1st viewing)

Terrific Aussie noir with western overtones that follows aborigine detective Aaron Pederson, back in his small town after a stint in Melbourne, whose investigation of a local girl’s murder runs up against interference and noncompliance from the community and his fellow officers. Slow-burn suspense yarn that culminates in one of the most original onscreen gunfights I’ve seen in, well, ever. Hugo Weaving is deliciously sinister as a corrupt cop, while veterans Jack Thompson and Bruce Spence lend authentic flavor and invaluable support.





One I Love, The (2014) d. McDowell, Charlie (USA) (1st viewing)

At the urging of their therapist, Ethan (Mark Duplass) and Sophie (Elisabeth Moss) escape to a beautiful vacation house for a weekend getaway in an attempt to salvage what’s left of their marriage. What starts off as a relaxing and tranquil retreat soon spirals into a dizzyingly bizarre experience that forces the couple to reflect upon the complexities of their troubled partnership. Ted Danson co-stars in a marvelous, funny, sad, and rich Twilight Zone premise that explores the complications of human relationships in an intelligent and mature manner. Satisfying on every level.





Overnighters, The (2014) d. Moss, Jesse (USA) (1st viewing)

Devastating and heartfelt documentary set in the small town of Williston, ND, where thousands of unemployed men have flocked seeking work in the fracking industry, bringing their troubled pasts (and presents) with them. Seeing these lost souls wandering the streets and sleeping in their cars, Pastor Jay Reinke opens up his Concordia Lutheran Church as a temporary shelter…one that soon becomes their permanent residence, much to the consternation of his congregation. How far and long charity should extend, the underlying reason for such charity, and the transparency of newcomers’ backgrounds are just a few of the thorny issues raised, and while there aren’t as many answers as questions, viewers are constantly challenged by the notion of the “right” thing to do.





That Guy Dick Miller (2014) d. Drenner, Elijah (USA) (1st viewing)

A true national treasure since his screen debut in 1955, character actor Dick Miller has worked under top-notch directors like Martin Scorsese, Roger Corman, Samuel Fuller, Joe Dante, James Cameron, and Jonathan Demme, stealing scenes from the likes of Jack Nicholson, Robert DeNiro, Arnold Schwarzenegger, The Ramones, man-eating plants, and animatronic gremlins. A wonderful celebration of the man’s life and career, with more talking heads than the box set of Hollywood Squares.


2014 Totals to date: 133 films, 80 1st time views, 69 horror, 22 cinema

Fool's Views (5/15 – 6/15)

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Howdy, friends,

This period does cover a calendar month, but the final two weeks were spent off the grid marching around the Colorado Plateau with my best girl, and the earlier half was spent trying to get things in order before we left. As such, there wasn’t as much time for concentrated viewings what with wrestling articles into shape for the latest issue of HorrorHound or pounding out the remaining BR reviews below. Even so, there were some grand Views to be had, particularly the Jon Kitley-hosted Big-Bug-a-thon on May 24.

As always, feel free to leave your two cents worth – we’ll make sure you get some change back.

Enjoy!


HORROR:


Big Man Japan (2007) d. Matsumoto, Hitoshi (Japan) (2nd viewing)

A hilariously sly n’ dry mockumentary spoofing the kaiju eiga genre, with the titular “defender of Japan” depicted as a self-centered, insecure slacker who every so often has to strap on the electrodes and expand to giant-size in order to combat the various monstrosities that continually besiege the island. However, as we soon discover, his biggest problems are one of slipping ratings and public opinion, as well as constantly being compared to his grandfather BMJ, who was a hit in the 60s. As with nearly any kaiju effort, one wishes for more monster action and the meta ending is a bit of a head-scratcher, but the subversive nature of the exercise pays off in so many other ways that it’s easily forgiven.





Countess Dracula (1971) d. Sasdy, Peter (UK) (3rd viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Demons (1985) d. Bava, Lamberto (Italy) (4th viewing)

When free tickets are handed out for a movie premiere at the brand new Metropol theater, it’s a recipe for gruesome gore, nightmare logic, and zany entertainment in the fine Italian horror tradition. Taking itself far less serious than, say, Fulci’s The Beyond or House by the Cemetery, Bava and fellow screenwriters Dario Argento (who produced), Dardano Sacchetti, and Franco Ferrini pool their collective sources to come up with one of the most balls-out narratives this side of Japan. Claudio Simonetti’s wicked sonic themes are accented by a stream of other recording artists (Billy Idol, Saxon, and Rick Springfield among them) while Sergio Stivaletti goes wild with the splatter and latex creations. Makes not a lick of sense, but still great fun for those willing to laugh at the scenery-devouring (badly dubbed) performances and sheer insanity of it all. Hats off to Film Deviant’s Bryan Martinez for hosting the recent screening of this bonkersfest over at Berwyn’s Reel Art memorabilia shop.





Field in England, A (2013) d. Ben Wheatley (UK) (1st viewing)

A group of deserters during the 17th Century Civil War wander across the titular patch of land and find themselves caught up in the intrigues of a sinister alchemist looking for buried treasure...or is he? Throw some psychedelic mushrooms into the mix and you've got a big pile of WTFIGO ("is going on" being the last three letters in that acronym), but since it's all carried off with such an assured hand in oh-so-classy black-and-white and slow-motion, you kind of just go along with it. Kind of. Can't say I liked this near as much as Wheatley's previous two films, Kill List and Sightseers, but the guy seems set on never making the same movie twice, and I applaud that.





House in the Alley (2012) d. Kiet, Le-Van (Vietnam) (1st viewing)

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Ravenous (1999) d. Bird, Antonia (USA) (4th and 5th viewings)

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BIG BUGS (AND COSTUMED CANINES):

May 24 bore witness to an impromptu Share the Scare, during which the following five films were consumed in a single sitting in the fine company of Jon Kitley (host) and Bryan Martinez (who had never seen any of them). Talk about recapturing your inner monster kid. This is the stuff (alongside Godzilla, Harryhausen, and the Universal classics) that made me who I am today. Given the choice, I could watch nothing but old-school atomic monsters the rest of my Foolish days.


Them! (1954) d. Douglas, Gordon (USA) (4th viewing)

Giant irradiated ants menace Arizona and the Los Angeles sewer system with the James boys (Arness and Whitmore) doing their darndest to halt the (wait for it) raid. The first atomic bug movie and still one of the best.





Tarantula (1955) d. Arnold, Jack (USA) (6th viewing)

As much nostalgia and affection as I have for this childhood favorite, this latest viewing awakened me to the fact that it’s not quite the special effects showcase I remembered it to be. (What is up with that freeze frame of the giant spider trekking across the mountainside?) Still great fun though.





Deadly Mantis, The (1957) d. Juran, Nathan (USA) (3rd viewing)

More gargantuan insect mayhem, with a wildly uneven mix of impressive puppetry and less-than-impressive matte shots of the “deadliest creature known to man” in flight.





Giant Spider Invasion, The (1975) d. Rebane, Bill (USA) (4th viewing)

Young AC first saw this Wisconsin-lensed shlocker in a Bay Area cinema as a double feature with Godzilla vs. Megalon. Some might say the die was cast from then on. So much cheesy joy, and my buddy Cory Udler even did some of the special features on the director’s cut DVD. Life is awesome.





Killer Shrews, The (1959) d. Kellogg, Ray (USA) (2nd viewing)

Despite its ubiquity on many a “public domain” box set, this low-budget effort about a disparate group trying to fortify their isolated island refuge against repeated attacks from oversized rodents (Kellogg used actual dogs in shrew “costumes”) still holds up as a taut little suspense yarn.


2014 Totals to date: 148 films, 83 1st time views, 80 horror, 22 cinema


GOJIRA (1954) / GODZILLA, KING OF THE MONSTERS (1956) DVD Review

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Gojira (1954) d. Ishiro Honda (Japan)
Godzilla, King of the Monsters! (1956) d. Ishiro Honda / Terry O. Morse (Japan/USA)

It’s nearly impossible to approach the subject of Godzilla with any objectivity, so I’m not even going to try. After all, it was my love for this fire-breathing, Tokyo-stomping behemoth from Monster Island that first piqued my interest in monster movies, from which my love for horror films consequently followed, ultimately leading me to my current state of being dutifully strapped to my television set every spare minute to take in the latest fright flick, then rushing to the computer to discuss and critique. It’s to the Big G that we must raise our glasses and shake our fists, because it all started there. 60 years, 28 official Toho films, and two U.S. remakes later, he still stands head and shoulders above the rest.


(Even though its sex is never really specified, I’m going to refer to G as “him” rather than “it” for the purposes of this review. To me, Godzilla has always been an overgrown male child in a mutant dino outfit, and for the first 12 Toho pics, legendary suit-actor Haruo Nakajima was in fact that overgrown male child.)


Granted, my first encounter with the character (in 1971’s Godzilla vs. Hedorah aka The Smog Monster) was a far cry from the dark and imposing figure introduced back in 1954. Throughout the '60s and '70s, G was a rambunctious fella, defending humankind from the evils of pollution, evil aliens, and the like. My Godzilla spewed blue animated flames, stomped, bellowed, and even flew or talked when the occasions called for it. But even before my shameless completist genes had been fully formed, I knew I would eventually have to find my way back to Godzilla’s humbler origins. (Or at least, one version of his origins, because as we all know by now, when the Americans adopted Godzilla, it was not without a few conditions.)


When I finally caught up with Godzilla, King of the Monsters! on television, he was certainly less spry, less colorful, and less...fun. He moved slower, his “atomic breath” seemed to be more of a misty spray than the fiery blast of later installments, and there were no other monsters for him to do battle with. But even more distressing, he was the bad guy, the villain. In this incarnation, Godzilla was not even a misunderstood victim like King Kong, but instead a vengeful spirit intent on nothing but destruction of people and property. Needless to say, the movie wasn't nearly as "enjoyable" as I'd hoped it would be.


Nonetheless, captivated by the big green stomping machine, I immediately trucked my way down to the public library and found as many Godzilla reference books as I could find. Ed Naha’s Horrors: From Screen To Scream was a wonderful source, and there were also Ian Thorne’s “Monsters” series of books for children (published by Crestwood), each about 50 pages, giving the spotlight to such famous icons as King Kong, Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolf Man, etc. One thing that was immediately made clear was that the version of Godzilla that we Yanks were watching was not the original vision imagined by director Ishiro Honda – rather, it had been markedly altered with new scenes (directed by Terry O. Morse) featuring Raymond Burr shot and inserted throughout. It had also been shortened from a running time of 96 minutes to a lean 80. Considering that the Burr scenes constitute nearly 20 minutes of new footage, it didn’t take much figuring to realize that there was a lot that we were missing.


But in the early '70s, viewers (especially of the 7-year-old variety) weren’t as fixated on uncut, original widescreen versions of films as we are today. We accepted the world of home viewing as imperfect but certainly preferable to nothing. Besides, as far as Godzilla went, there were already fifteen G movies released by 1975, as well as comic books, action figures and fan clubs, so we had plenty to keep us busy. We dutifully read up on little-known facts and rumors, such as those regarding King Kong vs. Godzilla's two different endings: one where a certain oversized simian wins for the American audiences, the other with ‘Zilla wearing the crown for his hometown crowd. You can imagine my frustration at not being able see the "Japanese version," and many a speculative schoolyard discussion on how it played out. (Of course, we all know now that the alternate ending is apocryphal, and that *SPOILER ALERT* Kong always wins.)


To be honest, however, as time went on, the notion of actually seeing the uncut version of the original Japanese Godzilla became less and less of a priority. Oh sure, if it ever came along, that’d be great, but I wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it. However, when it was announced in 2004 that Honda’s version of Gojira would be released in its original form and distributed for theatrical release, I nearly lost my mind. This was history in the making: 50 years after he had first roared his way onto movie screens, the kaiju eiga (giant monster) that started it all – launching a million guy-in-suit monster movies in the process – was about to be released from bondage. As fate would have it, the film opened at Chicago’s Music Box Theatre on June 30th (my birthday, no less!), and it was sheer bliss to be sitting there in a crowded theater, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to watch my childhood hero crush and destroy in all his big screen glory.

Or so I thought.


Because when Godzilla first poked his head over the mountaintop to terrorize the natives of Odo Island, he was met not with the screams or shrieks of terror befitting the king of the monsters. Instead, the audience burst out with howls of derisive laughter. I was appalled. Sure, the puppet head was limited in its motion and wasn’t all that convincing, but surely these idiots could afford to be a little generous, right? After all, they had turned out and paid their money to pay homage the same as me, hadn’t they? They weren’t just here to mock the Big G, were they?


Sadly, as the film continued so did the laughter, and I eventually realized two things: 1) True horror fans are a rare breed, often willing to overlook technical shortcomings in order to immerse ourselves in the world of the film, and 2) Eiji Tsuburaya’s special effects in Gojira are perhaps not all that impressive to a 21st century audience’s eyes. That damned goofy puppet head continues to make appearances for close-up shots, and the models (and fly-lines) of the ineffectual Japanese Air Force are painfully obvious at times. Additionally, the love triangle between the fair Emiko (Momoko Kochi) and her two suitors, naval officer Ogata (Akira Takarada) and atomic research scientist Dr. Serizawa (Akihiko Hirata) often comes off as melodramatic and flat.


In short, Gojira is not a perfect film, especially if one is expecting a good ol’ fashioned creature feature. But, as a side-by-side comparison (available in a glorious 2-DVD set from Toho/Classic Media) of the two versions clearly illustrates, different agendas were at work at the time of their respective releases. One is a vivid condemnation of atomic weaponry – presented by the only nation on earth to endure such an attack – while the other is purely a giant-monster-on-the-loose movie. In the former, human struggles are on full display, while the latter follows a standard “Man vs. The Other” formula. One explicitly recreates the Geiger-clicking aftermath of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the other focuses on a bandaged American newspaperman in a hospital bed.


Finally, the Japanese version has characters that vehemently oppose the destruction of Godzilla in favor of learning from it, as well as serious meditations on the ethics of creating an awesome weapon (the “Oxygen Destroyer”) to vanquish the immediate menace, knowing full well that such a weapon could be used for less benevolent purposes in the future. For the American release, it’s all about munching the popcorn, watching the monster stomp the living daylights out of everything in sight, and ultimately killing said monster in time to grab a burger and fries afterwards.


The Classic Media release features expansive and informative audio commentary – providing the listener with the necessary historical context for both features – by enthusiastic Godzilla experts/authors Steve Ryfle and Ed Godziszewski, and it is to their credit that there is not a clear preference expressed for either version. While they defend the heartfelt and damning anti-war message of the Honda original, they also acknowledge that without the restructuring and streamlining of the American release, it is entirely possible that Godzilla might never have evolved into a worldwide cultural icon.


Likewise, they are not shy about pointing out the technical snafus, but also laud Tsuburaya’s innovative expertise in creating something entirely new. When one considers the production’s time and financial restraints, the work of the special effects maestro and his team here is nothing short of miraculous. Also given his due is composer Akira Ifukube, whose “Godzilla March” and “Requiem” are two of the most recognizable anthems in horror history. (He is also credited with co-creating the mighty monster’s distinctive roar.) World cinema fans will also recognize Takashi Shimura, star of Akira Kurosawa’s Ikiru and Seven Samurai (released the same year as Gojira), as the wise and benevolent paleontologist Dr. Yamane.


The commentaries and accompanying featurettes, “Godzilla: Story Development” and “Making the Godzilla Suit,” offer a welcome wealth of background info and trivia to fans and newcomers alike. As well as providing background for the various players involved in the “Americanization” of the film, elements such as the influence of Harryhausen’s The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms’ and the origins of Gojira’s name (a combination of the words “gorilla” and “whale”) are discussed.


Additionally, discrepancies over the monster’s height (164 ft. in the Japanese release, while Burr reports it at a whopping 400 ft.) and the strategic use of Japanese actor doubles in the American version are pointed out. (Ryfle makes an amusing speculation regarding the auditions for these individuals: “All right, thanks so much for coming in. Now, please turn around.”) Even more impressive is the knowledge that for the Stateside release, only three actors were used to dub all the Japanese characters into English, one of whom was character actor James Hong (Big Trouble in Little China, Ninja III: The Domination).


Also revealed is the fact that Godzilla’s scaly skin was not green but charcoal gray – not surprising since the film is shot in black and white. However, it may be a shock for some to learn that it was a shade he would retain – even after the G movies switched to color – until the 1984 remake. (Stunned, I quickly busted out my copies of Godzilla vs. Megalon and Destroy All Monsters to confirm this and it’s true, the big green stomping machine is bluish-gray at best. Huh.)


Regardless of which version you prefer, Godzilla’s significance to the giant monster genre cannot be understated and this DVD set is a blessing for suit-mation fans everywhere. While I will readily confess to enjoying the series’ goofier, Godzilla-as-hero installments of the '60s and '70s as much if not more so, it is good to see the big G finally given his/her/its due respect and reverence.

THE SACRAMENT (2013) movie review

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Sacrament, The (2013) d. Ti West (USA)

Utterly pedestrian, nonsensical, and cinematically frustrating retelling of the Jim Jones/People’s Temple massacre where over 900 American civilians lost their lives in 1978 in Guyana, either courtesy of the gun-toting camp guardians or by their own cyanide-laced Kool-Aid-bearing hands. More irritating than the uninspired appropriation of this real-life tragedy is writer/director West’s decision to tell the story “documentary-style” (a clear attempt to avoid the “found-footage” stamp, but let’s face it, that’s what it is), a formal choice that yields nothing except that which is lazy and sloppy.


When their photographer buddy Patrick (Kentucker Audley) receives a dispatch from his missing sister Caroline (Amy Seimetz), two VICE journalists Sam and Jake (AJ Bowen and Joe Swanberg) travel with him to an unnamed African region to locate and hopefully retrieve her. Upon landing, they are transported via pickup truck to the gates of Eden Parish, where they are stopped by armed protectors unpleasantly surprised to see three passengers instead of the expected single guest. But upon being granted permission via walkie talkie to enter the settlement, the trio is shown around what appears to be a shining example of social bliss. Everyone works together toward a common, communally harmonic goal, all under the loving hand of the charismatic settlement leader known only as Father (Gene Jones). The cynical Western outsiders naturally question the compound’s idyllic outward appearance, and soon (all-too-conveniently) learn that not everyone is happy in Eden; some are being held prisoner against their will, but Father will not let his errant children go.


Like many, I’m fascinated by the notion of religious cults. That demonstrably level-headed people would choose to abandon their decision-making powers to another person’s will and design is a foreign notion to most, and it’s a concept that should make for fertile storytelling. But West refuses to delve below the surface, painting absolutely by the numbers such that there are zero surprises. Things play out almost exactly as we suspect they will. We know that this is a cult, we know that bad things are going to happen, and when bad things do happen, we know that at least one of our journalist heroes will survive because how else would the footage get back to civilization such that someone could meticulously edit it together? (Don’t even get me started on the contrivances of some of the shots, or the fact that Patrick’s DSLR footage cuts seamlessly with Jake’s commercial rig, or the ghost camera footage in the third act, or the fact that we get a reverse shot of Sam and Jake running out of a hut when they would ultimately need to bring said camera along in order to have said reverse shot, or...)

Pay no attention to that cameraman in the corner, boys...

Further compounding the problem, West's characters are all thinly drawn and given naught but clunky platitudes to utter. Bowen and Swanberg are capable enough performers, but here they sound like C-level students in an Improvisation 101 class. Seimetz’s flappy-handed chipperness could be written off as intentionally false, but her shift to cold-blooded Kool-Aid pusher is equally suspect. Jones, who has received a fair share of critical praise, is decidedly captivating, but he’s also one note from start to finish, an affable egomaniac empowered by veiled menace. He has no arc, but then again, neither does anyone else. The most interesting character is probably Donna Biscoe’s compound doctor, but even she stays the Archetypes ‘R’ Us course alongside her co-stars.


The final act does feature some shocking scenes of death by self-immolation, bullets, and poison, thereby earning the film its horror pedigree, but even these are so conveniently captured that their impact is lost to the mind wandering/wondering how the footage came about. Which leads me to my final condemnation: if this is not intended to merely be found footage, i.e. someone actually intended to show this as a documentary of what actually happened at Eden Parish, then it’s the shabbiest, most haphazard example of documentary filmmaking I’ve ever seen. No professional, especially not one from a legitimate organization such as VICE, would presume to unload such shoddy work on its audience. By avoiding the found footage stigma but refusing to add the final coat of polish that would distinguish it as a professional piece of work, West strands himself and the viewer in no man’s land, watching a patently artificial version of a predictable true story.


I found myself wondering for days afterward why West hadn’t just done a straight period docudrama about Jonestown, considering he’d employed most of the touchstone elements (mass suicide by fruit punch, dark sunglasses, calling the Jones character “Father” a la Jones’ real-world “Papa,” a dramatic self-inflicted gunshot), and my guess is that he wanted to utilize the modern-era VICE conceit and the subsequent you-are-there urgency that accompanies a POV narrative (along with iPhones and DSLRs so the kids can, you know, relate). But considering how badly he fumbles the enterprise, one wishes that producer Eli Roth – who presumably knows a thing or two about commercial moviemaking – would have told him to stylistically commit to a full documentary presentation, a found-footage feature, or a standard narrative. West’s waffling results in a trite and ill-formed creation lacking any insight or dramatic verve, another in a continuing line of not-quite-there disappointments from a young director who apparently needs to be saved from himself.


Note: Discerning viewers would be better served by Stanley Nelson’s excellent (and real) 2006 documentary, Jonestown: The Life and Death of the People’s Temple, or Powers Boothe’s Emmy-winning turn in Guyana Tragedy: The Story of Jim Jones, both found easily on YouTube.






THE LIVING SKELETON (1968) movie review

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Living Skeleton, The (1968) d. Hiroshi Matsuno (Japan)

After robbing and murdering the passengers and crew of the Dragon King, a gang of crooks disappear with the loot, abandoning the ship to the tides. Three years later, young and beautiful Saeko (Kikko Matsuoka) is discovered still mourning the death of her twin sister, Yoriko, as she lives in a convent-type setting under the care of kindly priest Akashi (Masumi Okada) whilst secretly canoodling with seaside café owner Mochizuki (Yasunori Irikawa). A scuba-diving date reveals the Dragon King’s victims’ remains, with the haunted craft appearing on the foggy ocean surface. Boarding the boat, Saeko comes face-to-face with the ghost of Yoriko; soon after, the various thugs who perpetrated the start coming to untimely ends, with Saeko/Yoriko’s vengeful visage never far away.


Rife with dual identities, double-crosses, patently fake bats and miniatures, and surprising black-and-white gore set-pieces, this horror/noir tale’s energy never flags, and while the title is a bit misleading, the titular boney beasties’ enthusiastically designed death-grins should bring a smile to any horror fan’s face.


KURONEKO (1968) movie review

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Kuroneko (aka Black Cat) (1968) d. Kaneto Shindo (Japan)

The writer/director of Onibaba delivers a companion tale of horror set in feudal Japan, but whereas that 1964 classic focused on a mother/daughter-in-law team waylaying samurai and scavenging their corpses to survive their poverty, here we have a mother/daughter-in-law team waylaying samurai to avenge their own rapes and murders. Yep, it’s a Japanese ghost story, one that ultimately pits a young warrior Gintoki (Kichiemon Nakamura) against those he loved most in life.


Though the early scenes of the black cat demon-possessed women luring human prey to their deaths are undeniably repetitious, the emotional weight of Gintoki and Shige’s (Kiwako Taichi) doomed love and the ultimate battle against the monster wearing his mother’s (Onibaba's Nobuko Otowa) mask carry the day, with Kiyomi Kuroda and Norimichi Igawa’s breathtaking black-and-white cinematography and Hikaru Hayashi’s haunting music creating a deep and haunting atmosphere. Well worth seeking out.

THE BEAST IN HEAT (1977) movie review

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Beast in Heat, The (aka SS Hell Camp) (1977) d. Luigi Batzella (as Ivan Kathansky) (Italy)

Clearly inspired by Don Edmonds’ Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS, writer/director Batzella (with help from screenwriter Lorenzo Artale) stitches together a gruesome tale of an unscrupulous and uncommonly busty Nazi doctor (Macha Magall) performing rather ill-defined experiments that involve torturing female POWs with electricity, guinea pigs disguised as rats, or, worst of all, having them sexually devoured by a caged, hairy, barely-human monster (played with great enthusiasm by Italian strongman Sal Boris).


Unfortunately, the dual storyline of a group of resistance fighters bogs things down considerably, only picking up in the last half hour with plenty of explosions and firefights. But Magall’s every scene is pure exploitation gold, with the gorgeous brunette lapping up the scenery with unfettered glee as she dishes out punishment to men and women alike. It’s a crime Beast represents her penultimate screen role – this woman should have been a star.

"Infant target practice? Vot vill dey tink of next? Hahahahaha..."

Recommended for those versed in the art of fast-forwarding, although once you cross the halfway mark, you can  pretty much toss the remote and revel in the wicked wickedness.

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