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LOVE CAMP 7 (1969) movie review

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Love Camp 7 (1969) d. Lee Frost (USA)

Because it got there first, this sloppy, schlocky Nazisploitation pioneer deserves some sort of notoriety, but it’s such a campy, ill-produced bore that it’s hard to properly celebrate or condemn. Two American WACs (Maria Lease, Kathy Williams) are sent to rescue a captured scientist from one of the infamous (and historically inaccurate) brothels where Nazi soldiers enjoy the fruits of POWs, said camp being run by the flamboyant and sadistic Commandant (Robert Cresse, who also assisted with the “script”).


If the sight of a few naked women being menaced by jackboot-wearing extras from Central Casting does it for you (or, like me, you’re hell bent on seeing every last Video Nasty), then by all means. Otherwise, save a bit of your soul and 91 precious minutes, because aside from the final confrontation between a blinded pistol-packing Cresse and the defiant damsels, there’s nothing here that hasn’t been bettered (relative term, I know) elsewhere.

THE GESTAPO'S LAST ORGY (1977) DVD Review

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Gestapo's Last Orgy, The (1977) d. Cesare Canevari (Italy)

Often described as a remake of Liliana Cavana’s notorious art house classic The Night Porter, Gestapo’s Last Orgy is actually quite its own beast. Both films do feature a female concentration camp survivor reuniting with her Nazi oppressor years later, but whereas Dirk Bogarde and Charlotte Rampling’s S&M antics charted controversial waters, it’s clear that theirs is a consensual, if twisted, relationship. For Commandant Von Starker (Adriano Micantoni, billed here as Mark Loud) and Lise (Daniela Poggi, as Daniela Levy), the quirky relationship is forged in the fires of dominance and defiance. Von Starker seeks to crush the beautiful Lise’s will, but since she has already divorced herself from her emotions, he derives no satisfaction from torturing her. He must make her “love life” again, so that he may achieve the ultimate victory by depriving her of it. He ends up falling for her, while she in turn grows increasingly more powerful, more dangerous.


Opening with the mournful cries of Alberto Baldan Bembo’s haunting theme music, an onscreen quote from Friedrich Nietzsche, and straight-faced audio recollections from concentration camp survivors, this is a Nazisploitation flick like no other. Set at a fictitious “love camp” for Nazi soldiers to be rewarded for their front line efforts and told largely in flashback, it’s an assured, technically proficient affair armed with outstanding production values and grounded performances that range from competent to excellent.


GLO’s aesthetic recalls that of Tinto Brass’ venerable efforts on Bob Guccione’s Caligula, and yes, that’s a compliment. Both pictures feature vivid, prurient sexual fantasies set against a backdrop of degradation (rape, murder, torture, incest, cannibalism, coprophagia), and both are all the more disturbing for being too artistically competent to dismiss as mere schlock. (Trivia: Brass’ previous movie was none other than 1976’s Salon Kitty, whose success was responsible in part for the Italian Sadiconazista wave. Trivia #2: GLO’s original title was Caligula Reincarnated as Hitler.)


The supporting characters are just as memorable, with Alma (Maristella Greco), the vicious bisexual kapo, leading the pack. The only person strong enough to match Von Starker, the two Nazis share a twisted sexual relationship, with Lise their common prize. (When Alma offers the blonde a pair of shaggy panties made from the heads of her fellow prisoners, it’s a bizarre, perverse act of affection.) Greco’s enormously enjoyable operatic approach provides a welcome counterpoint to Poggi’s near-catatonia and Micantoni’s gruff bluster, snarling her way into our hearts.


From female prisoners burned alive or fed to hungry Dobermans during menstruation to Jewish infants marinated and served for evening repast, no taboo is sacred to Canevari or co-screenwriter Antonio Lucarella, and the same jaw-drop admiration expressed for such subversive, confrontational works as Nikos Nikolaidis’ Singapore Sling or Crispin Glover’s What is It? is felt.


If a filmmaker is going to play the Nazi-as-ultimate-sadist card, then by jigger, he or she had better play it. In this respect, Gestapo’s Last Orgy holds nothing back. Never boring and thoroughly despicable, it’s a sick, nasty little flick, and that’s what we paid for.


The Gestapo’s Last Orgyis available now from Intervision and can be ordered HERE.

http://www.amazon.com/Gestapos-Last-Orgy-Daniela-Poggi/dp/B00JRFNLL4


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

THE FINAL TERROR (1983) Blu-ray Review

DEPORTED WOMEN OF THE SS SPECIAL SECTION (1976) DVD Review

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Deported Women of the SS Special Section (1976) d. Rino di Silvestri (Italy)

Relative newcomers to the Nazisploitation subgenre (such as myself) might be unfamiliar with this wicked little trifle, but according to those in the know, it stands as one of the more successfully rendered entries in the short-lived movement. Though never reaching the gleeful excess of Gestapo’s Last Orgy or Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS, it robustly rattles through the requisite nasty bits (nudity, lesbianism, torture), and is elevated immeasurably by John Steiner’s scene-stealing turn as the twisted, tormented camp commandant, Herr Erner.


The action takes place at a transitional base for female prisoners, with the inhabitants sent off to the camp most befitting their disposition and physical condition: work, death, or prostitution. The women are systematically robbed of their humanity within these new environs, exemplified by the prolonged sequence where they are shorn of pubic hair with manual clippers. Despite the abundant female genitalia on display, these sober scenes – which likely earned a fair amount of notoriety in their day (at least in uncut format) – yield little to no titillation for the raincoat crowd.


In their day-to-day struggles for survival, the unfortunate souls are subjected to numerous humiliations, usually of the sexual variety, either at the hands of the brutal butch kapos (brunette Paola D'Egidio and blonde Solvi Stubing engage in a full-blown catfight over one of their charges) or their fellow captives. Upon being discovered, one young prisoner is forced to copulate with her German soldier lover in front of the camp populace, a scene that unfolds in classic Romeo and Juliet fashion.






But Deported Women’s primary dramatic tension exists between Erner and feisty Polish partisan Tania Nobel (Lina Polito), for whom the lizard-like officer expressed a fancy in the pre-war years. With her now within his reach, he careens wildly between schoolboy adoration and petulant attempts at domination, frustrated at every turn by the stoic object of his affections.


Steiner has a field day, injecting every line with fireworks of vocal volume, pitch, and pace, shamelessly pouting, preening, whining, screaming, bellowing, and bleating throughout. His finest moment is probably when he forces Stubing and D’Egido’s bitchy guards to fellate him in front of Polito, a most unusual form of seduction indeed. The taciturn victim gets her own, however, through the resourceful and imaginative employ of a razor blade and a piece of cork secreted away in her most intimate regions.

That's...gonna hurt.

Intervision’s DVD presentation of this caustic curio is superb, with terrific supplemental materials including interviews with Steiner (who dismisses the whole thing as a laugh) and writer/director Silvestri (clearly believing he has created a valid, meticulously researched piece of art). But the most enlightening extra is that of film historian Dr. Marcus Stiglegger’s fascinating and informative “A Brief History of Sadiconazista.”


This 30-minute documentary explores the high and lows of this bizarre subset of exploitation cinema, from art-house efforts like Salon Kitty and The Night Porter to Don Edmonds’ grindhouse sensation Ilsa to the grottier output of Bruno Mattei and Sergio Garrone. Stiglegger’s discourse proves an indispensable primer for those looking to delve deeper, or a handy Cliff’s Notes version of the short-lived subgenre for those curious but not yet ready to fully commit. (The featurette is also available on the company's recent release of Gestapo's Last Orgy.)


Though one of the less-famous entries, this well-(boot)-heeled piece is a fine place to for exploitation fans to start as well as a worthy addition to enthusiasts’ treasure troves. Deported Women of the SS Special Section is available now from Intervision and can be ordered from Amazon HERE:

http://www.amazon.com/Deported-Women-Of-The-SS/dp/B00JRFNLI2


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

WITCHING & BITCHING (2013) movie review

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Witching & Bitching (aka Las Brujas de Zugarramurdi) (2013) d. Alex de la Iglesia (Spain)

Next to Pedro Almodovar, Spain’s most celebrated modern cinematic provocateur is the fearlessly inventive Iglesia, who does not disappoint with his latest exercise in energetic excess, a tale of crooks, crones, and ancient crockeries, er, prophecies.


When a pawn shop robbery (perpetrated by “human statue” street performers and costumed Disney characters) goes south, the thieves hijack a car and head for the French border. The fact that the ringleader Jose (Hugo Silva) is a silver paint-covered Jesus with his seven-year-old son in tow, even ordering the tyke to lay down covering pistol fire, sets the irreverent tone right off, but things only get zanier after an unexpected encounter in a tavern pits the panicked pinchers against a coven of witches (led by multi-Goya winner Carmen Maura and Iglesia stalwarts Carolina Bang and Terele Pavez).


It’s more than a little cartoony at times (literally, as the CGI is laid on pretty thick in the final reel), but the game all-star cast (Dagon’s delicious fish-goddess Macarena Gomez is a hoot as Silva’s harpy ex-wife) and outrageous plot keep it lively from start to finish.


Another winner from the creator of Day of the Beast, Accione Mutante, and The Last Circus. Now available now On Demand from IFC Midnight

http://www.ifcfilms.com/films/witching-and-bitching



BEYOND THE GRAVE (2010) movie review

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Beyond the Grave (aka Portos dos Mortos) (2010) d. Davi de Oliveira Pinheiro (Brazil)

Set in “Another Time, Another Place,” we are introduced to a mysterious black-suited, bespectacled, two-fisted ex-cop known only as “The Officer” (Rafael Tombini) who crosses paths with a young teenaged couple, a sardonic youth named Shooter (Ricardo Seffner) and his mute female companion Nina (Amanda Lerias). We learn that Officer is in pursuit of The Dark Rider, a body-jumping demon straight out of Fallen, The Other Side, or The Hidden (minus the slimy alien worm) that possesses each mortal vehicle until it expires and then bounces to the next and nearest. Continuing in this fashion, the Rider, the Ultimate Evil, is immortal and it falls to our triumvirate of antiheroes to somehow take him out.


From the land of Coffin Joe comes an indie horror/fantasy loaded with big ideas that it manages to back up with imaginative staging and calculated twists on established archetypes. After a slew of zombie outings that follow a disparate band of survivors tramping across the desolate apocalyptic landscape (The Walking Dead, The Battery, et al), it’s somewhat of a novelty to find oneself in Mad Max territory again, with a black muscle car chugging its way down the lonesome, corpse-strewn highway.


Pinheiro, who wrote, produced (with Isidoro B. Guggiana), and directed, unfolds an epic, Stephen King’s The Stand-like yarn that invigorates established tropes such as the cannibalistic undead with creative concepts like psychic bullets and bone-stealing demons. There are times when his microbudget seams show, such as the lackluster fight scenes and flashy-though-extraneous editing techniques that dance back and forth between seconds, but it’s clear that the young auteur has more on his mind than just cheap thrills and casual splatter. A disembodied radio DJ droning on about his previous life and beloved sister lost provides equal amounts of exposition and atmosphere (a la Iggy Pop in Richard Stanley’s Hardware), while the Rider’s strange band of followers evokes snapshots from Sergio Leone and John Ford.


Back by a solid soundtrack of electric guitar stings and thumping basslines, various mythologies and characters drift in and out like smoke, building to a mystical and suspenseful stalking climactic sequence in that concludes perhaps more matter-of-fact than some might hope, but confounding expectations has been the name of the game all along. This is no easy time-waster – even for those accustomed to subtitles, attention is required; little is explained, and much is left to the viewer to parse out for themselves.


But even if he never achieves the full-on rough n’ sexy vibe of an El Mariachi or Six-String Samurai, Pinheiro wears his heart and brains on his sleeve in this strong feature debut, with a multitude of film festival laurels attesting to its quality. Shambler fans owe it to themselves to give this one a spin.


Beyond the Grave is available now on Netflix Instant in US and Latin America

LAKE PLACID (1999) Blu-ray Review

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Lake Placid (1999) d. Steve Miner (USA)

Ah, Black Lake, Maine, where women are shrill, heroes are dull, asses are smart, and the sailor-swearing incarnation of Betty White is born. Another high-profile 1999 Fox horror effort that failed to find an audience (see: Ravenous), TV heavyweight David E. Kelley’s (Ally McBeal, Boston Legal) quip-laden dialogue must have looked great on the page, but without several seasons to flesh them out, his quirky, snarky characters barely register as human beings.


Even with an “all-star cast” of Bill Pullman (as an earnest government wildlife warden), Bridget Fonda (setting female paleontologists back decades, shriek by shriek), and Oliver Platt (this was 1999, after all), sitcom fans weren’t stoked to see a giant croc movie while horror enthusiasts were put off by the jokey antics and wacky punchlines. To say it ended up dead in the water would be punny if it weren’t also true.


Outside of the occasional animal attack, Brendan Gleeson’s hangdog small-town sheriff is the best thing about the film, primarily because he echoes the viewer’s disdain for everyone around him. Gleeson and Platt’s antagonistic relationship is at last occasionally entertaining, unlike the soggy tacked-on romance between Pullman and Fonda (who makes a point of falling out of every moving vehicle known to man because, you know, it’s hilarious).


Miner, who had been short-listed to direct a U.S. Godzilla film back in the early '90s before the deal went sour, finally gets his chance to tackle a giant monster movie, and does his best to balance the yuks with the yucks. Gleeson’s hauling an acid-tongued diver’s legless trunk out of the drink makes for a promising start, and had that gag/gag tone been balanced throughout, Lake Placid might have been a Scream-styled success.


But then the human storylines take over and, minus the then-novelty of hearing White drop F-bombs, they’re more aggravating than anything else. Both back in the day and on this recent revisit, I found myself wishing the toothy terror would swallow the lot. Sadly, the body count, not counting CG bears and cows, is a paltry two. Again, a promising start....

Note to Croc: EAT. THIS. GUY.

Speaking of CG, Digital Domain, who had just received an Oscar for sinking James Cameron’s Titanic two years prior, delivers some worthy byte/bite augmentation to Stan Winston’s impressive full-scale animatronics, making the Cretaceous croc a worthy 21st-century monster. Unfortunate that it didn’t have a better vehicle in which to star, but it did spawn three TV-movie sequels, so hopefully those residual checks keep coming in.


Complaints and indifference aside, Shout! Factory’s recent BR issue looks fantastic, and the 15th-anniversary documentary is an enjoyable diversion in and of itself. Pullman, Miner, cinematographer Daryn Okada, editor Marshall Harvey, production designer John Willett, and effects men Nick Marra and Toby Lindala are on hand, all in agreement on the unusual nature of Kelley’s hybrid script and the difficulty of creating, maintaining, and shooting a giant creature feature on the film’s man-made lake. Yes, they built the whole freaking thing – laid the cement base, trucked in 1.5 million gallons of water, added all the trees and flora...and then shot late in the year when it was freezing cold. Ah, Hollywood.

"Bill, I can't feel my fingers. Bill? Bill?"

Lake Placid is available July 8 from Shout! Factory and can be pre-ordered HERE.

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/lake-placid-collectors-edition

(Order directly from ShoutFactory.com to receive an exclusive 18"x24" poster featuring our newly commissioned artwork! Only 300 have been printed, so act quickly!)


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine
 

MOTHER JOAN OF THE ANGELS (1961) movie review

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Mother Joan of the Angels (1961) d. Jerzy Kawalerowicz (Poland)

When a tormented, self-doubting priest (Mieczyslaw Voit) is sent to a small Polish country convent suspected of being under Satan’s sway, he encounters a myriad of demons both personal and external. Shot in exquisitely sharp black-and-white, this is not your standard exploitation programmer, but rather a deeply ambiguous examination of faith and sin, with Lucyna Winnicka’s supposedly possessed titular Mother Superior the key to salvation or damnation.


Astonishing camerawork and lighting by Jerzy Wójcik perfectly complement Adam Walacinski’s score, with stellar, at times expressionistic performances from everyone involved. Not an easy film to watch (or find, for that matter – thank you Gene Siskel Film Center and Martin Scorsese, for your “Masterpieces of Polish Cinema” programming block last month), but a deeply rewarding one for patient viewers.

Fool's Views (6/16 – 6/22)

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"If you could only see what I've seen with your eyes...."

Hello, fellow friends and fiends,

As Faithful Readers might recall, the last FV entry (covering a full four weeks) was still a fairly dry season. Well, the juice got loose over the following seven days, as the Doc burned through nearly a full score of flicks, with Severin’s recent release of The Definitive Video Nasty Guide (review coming soon) kicking off a weekend-long quest to “do the Nasty,” knocking out 9 of the remaining 10 (leaving only Jess Franco’s Women Behind Bars yet to be seen).

In the process, I also knocked out a trio of Naziploitation “classicks,” which in turn led to a few more filthy Fuhrer flicks in the week that followed. I was further blessed to witness a classic of Polish cinema – on the big screen, no less – and a couple of new offerings from regular festival faves Alex de la Iglesia and Ti West; one good, one…well, less good.

That’s what I call coming back from a slump with a vengeance! As always, feel free to leave your two cents worth – we’ll make sure you get some change back.

Enjoy!




HORROR:


Mother Joan of the Angels (1961) d. Kawalerowicz, Jerzy (Poland) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Sacrament, The (2013) d. West, Ti (USA) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Witching & Bitching (2013) d. Iglesia, Alex de la (Spain) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




VIDEO NASTIES:


Delirium (1979) d. Maris, Peter (USA) (1st viewing)

A homicidal Vietnam vet is brainwashed to take out undesirable members of society that the legal system can’t touch. Problem is, the underground vigilante organization behind it all can’t switch him off, leading to a spree of innocent victims being offed and the secret sociopath society being brought to light. Relatively tame gore sequences break up the low-thrills investigative “action,” although the ‘Nam flashbacks look as though they were shot in a suburban vacant lot.





Forest of Fear (aka Toxic Zombies) (1980) d. McCrann, Charles (USA) (1st viewing)

This entertaining low-budget affair has a group of Mary Jane harvesting-hippies crop-dusted by a hardline federal agency’s experimental herbicide, turning them into shambling mouth-breathing murderers. Talk about harshing the mellow. Kids get bashed, parents get slashed, dogs get hashed, and noble forestry workers find themselves dodging zombies and government cover-up thugs (including Martin’s John Amplas) alike. It’s no Dawn of the Dead, but it’s definitely a good time.





Frozen Scream (1975) d. Roach, Frank (USA) (1st viewing)

Speaking of which, this delicious slice of cheese-infused Turkey delivers the groceries big time with a cast incapable of uttering a line of natural-sounding dialogue mangling a plot about killing off/reanimating random bystanders. Not since Pat Barrington garbled her way through Stephen C. Apostolof's Orgy of the Dead has there been an actress who so brazenly captured the “No Human Ever Spoke Like This” line-reading crown as Lynne Kocol, but her Teutonic co-star (and producer) Renee Harmon and groovy scientist Lee James aren’t far behind. Thomas “Gowen” McGowan’s wildly inappropriate voiceover is just the gravy on top. I have a feeling I’ll be revisiting this soon to further detail the insanity.






Human Experiments (1979) d. Goodell, Gregory (USA) (1st viewing)

Dullsville drama about a country singer (Rolling Thunder’s Linda Haynes, who can’t sing a lick) sent to jail on trumped-up murder charges and enrolled in wacko doc Geoffrey Lewis’ cockamamie rehabilitation program that involves reverting his patients to infancy. What could have been a diverting dose of sleazy WIP-meets-mad-science is undercut by TV-movie production values and lackluster performances. How this ended up on the DDP’s list is beyond me.





I Miss You Hugs and Kisses (1978) d. Markowitz, Murray (Canada) (1st viewing)

A fictionalized dramatization of an infamous Canadian case where Hungarian-born Peter Demeter was convicted of conspiring to kidnap and murder his fashion model wife, Christine. The film is largely sympathetic to Demeter’s onscreen counterpart, Charles Kruschen (Donald Pilon) and paints his wife Magdalene (Elke Sommer) as a two-timing money-grubbing whore who was on the verge of having her husband rubbed out. More domestic drama than horror flick, the reason it ended up among the Nasties is likely the showcased shots of Kruschen imagining a half-dozen potential suspects battering Sommer about the head – watching each of them take their turn bludgeoning the buxom blonde into a bloody pulp was probably just asking for trouble.





Mardi Gras Massacre (1978) d. Weis, Jack (USA) (1st viewing)

A thinly veiled remake of H.G. Lewis’ gore classic Blood Feast, with moneyed maniac Bill Metzo picking up prostitutes (the particularly “eeeeeevil” ones) and sacrificing them to an Egyptian (maybe?) goddess in his makeshift basement shrine. Along with the liberal use of red paint and animal organs, the nudity factor is bumped up considerably, making for an enjoyable trash-fest complete with amateur-hour theatrics and thesping. The only downside is that the ritual murders are too, well, ritualized; “stab the hand, slice the foot, gut the torso, pull out the heart” is a great recipe, but you can’t do it three times in a row, using the same camera angles, and expect to maintain shock value. That said, the “cops in hot pursuit” narrative actually maintains some dramatic tension...when it’s not bogged down by lead dick (all puns intended) Curt Dawson’s dallying with wayward woman-of-the-night witness Gwen Arment.




VIDEO NASTIES: NAZISPLOITATION:


Beast in Heat, The (aka SS Hell Camp) (1977) d. Batzella, Luigi (as Ivan Kathansky) (Italy) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Gestapo's Last Orgy, The (1977) d. Canevari, Cesare (Italy) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Love Camp 7 (1969) d. Frost, Lee (USA) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




BIG IN JAPAN:


Gojira (1954) d. Honda, Ishiro (Japan) (4th viewing)
Godzilla, King of the Monsters! (1956) d. Morse, Terry O. / Honda, Ishiro (Japan/USA) (4th viewing)

Thanks to the generosity of Film Deviant’s Bryan Martinez, I was finally able to enjoy the the 2012 Criterion Blu-ray release, including the intelligent and trivia-packed commentary tracks of Chicago’s own kaiju expert David Kalat (author of the indispensable tome, A Critical History and Filmography of Toho’s Godzilla Series), as well as the myriad other special features (including interviews with Akira Takarada, Haruo Nakajima, and Akira Ifukube). Plus, I figured that after having seen two other non-Toho movies called “Godzilla” this year (as well as the Americanized King Kong vs. Godzilla), it was high time to get back to basics.

For a full-write up on the two films via the Classic Media/Toho 50th Anniversary DVD release...

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




KRYPTIC ARMY MISSION: BLOODY BIRTHDAYS:


Kuroneko (1968) d. Shindo, Kaneto (Japan) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Living Skeleton, The (1968) d. Matsuno, Hiroshi (Japan) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***




CIVILIAN:


First Blood (1982) d. Kotcheff, Ted (USA) (3rd viewing)

“I could have killed 'em all. I could've killed you. In town, you're the law; out here, it's me. Don't push it. Don't push it or I'll give you a war you won't believe. Let it go. Let...it...go.”


2014 Totals to date: 164 films, 97 1st time views, 96 horror, 23 cinema

Interview with GODZILLA: BATTLE ROYALE writer/director Billy Dubose!!

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We’ve seen Godzilla fever sweeping the world in the wake of the 2014 Legendary Pictures effort, but for some, that burning love for oversized irradiated lizards and their ilk has been a lifelong passion.  Case in point: Billy Dubose, who has taken his fandom to a skyscraper-stomping new level. The 31-year-old native of Elmhurst, IL, is the writer, director, producer, editor, star, and driving force behind what has to be one of the most ambitious kaijufan films of the 21st century, Godzilla: Battle Royale.


Dubose tracks the source of his fascination for guys tussling in rubber suits and crushing miniature landscapes to a random encounter with 1965’s Godzilla vs. Monster Zero (aka Invasion of Astro-Monster) on TNT’s MonsterVision. The six-year-old was understandably fascinated by the spectacle, “but then I was forced to go to dinner before the final climactic battle!” laughs Dubose. “But then one day I was in Toys ‘R’ Us with my mother and she bought me King Kong vs. Godzilla (I think I’d gotten a good grade or something), which was my first VHS."

From there, the die was cast; the young fan immersed himself in the world of atomic breath-spewing creatures, but it was a casual internet word search in 2005 that ultimately set him on the path of suit-mation glory. “Godzilla convention” led him to G-Fest, the world’s largest annual gathering of Japanese giant monster fans, which happened to be taking place in Rosemont, IL, just outside Chicago. The brainchild of Canadian schoolteacher J.D. Lees, also the editor of G-Fan magazine, the convention features Q&A sessions with Japanese kaiju filmmakers, discussions on various films and subgenres, art and costume contests, screenings of new and classic kaiju movies, and kaiju-oriented dealers room.


Dubose was especially impressed by the art of constructing these monster suits firsthand, specifically that of Paul Gavins’ Kiryu costume, based on 2002’s Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla. Further inspiration later came in the form of fellow aficionado Chris Elchesyn’s short film Godzilla X: TheKaiju Killer (available on YouTube HERE), which ultimately had Dubose scouring the internet for research materials and how-to tips for making his own Showa-era Godzilla suit. Untold dollars and “a LOT of trial and error” later, the completed costume was unveiled at G-Fest XVI in 2009.

Impressed, Gavins (now heading the convention’s costume and Dojo Studios activities) asked Dubose to participate in a fan film commercial the following year, complete with a miniature city, props, and other monsters. Specifically, Dubose would square off against Lees in his own self-built G-Fantis (G-Fest’s official mascot) costume for a brief tussle. That experience, fulfilling a long-held dream for both participants, was a turning point for Dubose, who became increasingly involved with Gavins and the annual Dojo projects.


Meanwhile, the idea was cultivating for a fan film of his own, a project that ended up consuming Dubose’s every spare moment for the next three years. The highly entertaining fruits of said labors, Godzilla: Battle Royale, will be unveiled in a sneak preview at G-Fest XXI on Friday July 11, at 5:00pm, followed by an online YouTube release concurrent with the 60th anniversary of Gojira’s Japanese premiere on November 3. (There are also plans to hold a free screening at Park Ridge’s Pickwick Theater on Thursday, November 6, 2014.) Featuring an array of homegrown visual effects and an astounding 21 kaiju suits and puppets, the old-school charm and energy simply explodes off the screen, eliciting a smile from even the most casual Toho admirer.

Dubose was kind enough to take time out of his busy pre-G-Fest schedule to answer a few questions about filmmaking, fandom, and the pros and cons of the big smelly suit he occasionally calls home.




AC: How many of the monsters do you personally play in Battle Royale?

Billy Dubose: Well, I play the “first” Godzilla, representing the Showa era, and I also played/filled in for Ebirah, Hedorah, and Zombie Kong [which I had built the costumes for] unless, of course, the shot called for me to be inside Godzilla. In those cases, other actors played those monsters, so we kinda switched off with suits here and there. I also helped puppeteer our Mothra and Gezora props as well as our “mystery monster.”


AC: Talk about what G-FEST means to you.

BD: It is such a joy to engage and work with so many devoted fans, regardless of our respective levels of talent. In the end, it’s all about including and getting fans involved with doing something they’ve always been fascinated by. From my first G-Fest in 2005, having the blast of my life shopping in the dealers room, catching film viewings of Godzilla vs Hedorah and Godzilla Final Wars (which was the Chicago premiere), witnessing the costume contest . . . I was enthralled by the experience and the knowledge that there were indeed a lot of fans out there just like me, from all over.




AC: What is your filmmaking background?

BD: I’ve always been a pretty big fan of film, but I honestly started learning on my own (and from others more experienced than me) working on this project. I knew practically nothing about cameras, editing software, angle perspectives, etc. I just started doing it, learned things through trial and error as I went, and saw it through to the end. That said, I do have a B.A. in Theatre Arts, so that definitely helped with the characters I portrayed.



AC: What are your feelings on suit-mation vs. CGI?

BD: They’re obviously two totally different methods of storytelling, but as long as it comes off as “believable,” that’s really all that matters in the end. Personally, I favor suit-mation as I grew up with it, but I wouldn’t count CGI out as a valuable method either. Would I have used more CGI if I could’ve? Sure, though sparingly, like morphing shots, for example. My main problem with CGI is its “over usage,” but if its detailed, shown in moderation, and above all believable, then it’s all good. Like it or not, CGI is the preferred technological method to visually tell stories these days. I do hope some films (like the new Star Wars trilogy from J.J. Abrams) will revisit some older techniques here and there. But if not, we always have the fan filmmakers who will hopefully keep the old-school techniques alive on their own like I tried to do.




AC: You also make quite a few live appearances in your Godzilla suit. What are the best and worst parts about those experiences?

BD: The worst parts are the heat and stench of being in that suit. Like Haruo Nakajima-san [the original Toho Godzilla suit performer] himself experienced, it’s no easy task wearing a foam suit with barely any air circulation and latex painted all over it. And he had it far worse than I did, as his suits were much heavier. Mine is only around 90 lbs. I installed a fan in the head, but it doesn’t help as much as you’d think. Plus cleaning the foam on the inside is risky; if you get foam wet with spray cleaner, the foam acts like a sponge and eventually the water retained will rot it away. Then again, I’m constantly sweating in that thing so that doesn’t help either. That’s why there were so many different Godzilla suits used in the Toho films. 

The fact that my suit has (barely) made it through five years is amazing. It gets really hot inside, it can get hard to breathe, and walking around in a 90-lb suit will definitely give you a workout. Plus there have been times where people have acted “inappropriately” at events around my suit, but even in those instances I’ve always done my best to act professionally.


Regardless, there are a lot of rewards as well. Personally, my favorite experiences are making kids, who are sometimes scared of my costume at first, happy after their parents convinced them to get photos with me. They end up wanting to touch the costume or play with the tail. It’s moments like that, where you can provide a few smiles on people’s faces, where I know I’ve done my job and some good. I’ve also done quite a few charity events, which is more what I’m doing now.


Another advantage to wearing a huge costume is the attention it can sometimes draw. I’ve met quite a few celebrities in costume including Yaya Han (Heroes of Cosplay), Zulay Henao (Boy Wonder), Tia Carrerre (Wayne’s World), Robert Picardo (Star Trek: Voyager), Danielle Harris (Halloween), Jason David Frank (Power Rangers) and even Haruo Nakajima-san himself. (He was very happy to see my suit there and posed for a while with me.) As a costumer/cosplayer, I’ll admit that yes, we make these costumes because we love doing it and love getting attention for our hard work, photos taken, and what-not. Whether people want to call it attention-seeking or seeking validation, we’re all pretty much guilty of it in our own ways when we do something that makes us happy and get recognized for it.


Unfortunately, since it’s on the verge of looking like the Godzilla vs Gigan suit (if you get my joke), this G-Fest, the very place I debuted him five years ago, will be its last convention appearance. Once I retire him, he’s getting propped up in my living room where he will stay for good memories to look back on.



AC: Where did you build the expansive miniature city stages?

BD: We built the city sets at G-Fest each year, constructed in one (very full) day. We made the buildings mostly out of boxes and cheap materials from Home Depot or Menards. In 2010, we shot in the Stephens Convention Center Hall in Rosemont, IL, which had blue walls. We didn’t have a lot of lighting equipment then, but the lack of light actually helped simulate a dark blue/late evening backdrop, which definitely gave it a nice, dark look. From then on, we shot our stuff in the rooms at the Crowne Plaza Hotel; they had wallpaper, but we draped up black bed sheets to keep our night background going.


Paul Gavins, his daughter Alaena Gavins, Krys Baioa, Richard St. Andrews, Nick Cloutier, Tristan Domay (and their families) were all very helpful in setting up the layouts, building the buildings, and doing everything they could to make the shots as believable as possible. In 2011, Rich even constructed a homemade crane apparatus to have our Rhian monster appear as if he were flying and fighting G-fantis in real time. We had some good years working on those sets, and they were all great people to work with.



AC: What was the approximate budget for Godzilla: Battle Royale?

BD: If I had to guess, with what I put into my costumes, my camera/lighting/green screen equipment, computer software, actors food compensation, and gas travels to film my other friends costumes, I’d say somewhere around the $5000 mark over a six-year period. However, I did it over time, similar to how a mechanic acquires his tools. I had to pace myself, since I’ve got a job, a house, taxes, and a family to devote time and money to as well. It took a lot of time, but it was worth doing it that way for me. I’m proud of the fact that I never tried to fund this thing with a Kickstarter or Fundraiser; I personally don’t feel comfortable taking other people’s money to fund my projects. I pretty much went with the attitude of “If you want something done, you pretty much gotta do it yourself.” I knew it would be a challenge, but any decently made film is always going to cost some money. 



AC: How did you land your impressive Toho guest stars, Akira Takarada and Robert Scott Field?

BD: Robert Scott Field comes to G-Fest pretty much every year, so I’ve always enjoyed talking with him and hearing his stories of working with Toho. I asked him in 2012 if he wanted to have a cameo in our film where he’d get to blast Ebirah down for the count and he gladly accepted. When I found out Akira Takarada-san would also be attending that year, I asked Robert, who often helps out as a translator for the Japanese celebrities, if he could put in a good word for me. He said that while he couldn’t make any promises, he’d see what he could do. When G-Fest came around, I asked again and Robert said, “Yeah, I think he might be up for it."

Later, as I was doing a panel on the film, Akira walked into the room ready to go. I explained to my group, “I’ll be right back,” and set straight to work. We shot one scene with him and Bin Furuya [the original Ultraman] acting as authority figures who look down upon MechaGFantis, which we used in our Dojo project, “MechaGFantis Backfires.” Then he did a one-line cameo for my film, where he reveals a flash drive with a crucial soundwave file so the Americans can restore control to the alien-hacked MechaGodzilla. When I called “action” and “cut” for him, it was not only a memorable experience for me but for everyone in that room. In a way, we pulled something off very rare for fan films, and the way Akira can still work a scene was both nostalgic and flawless. It was a true honor getting that shot of him and I hope that if he ever sees our film, he and his family will enjoy it.

Robert also handled his role very well and had a lot of fun making a return to the camera. His line is one I hope will never be forgotten in G-fandom or at G-Fest.



AC: What are some of your influences, both as a filmmaker and as a G-Fan?

BD: Steven Spielberg and Robert Rodriguez would be my main inspirations as far as filmmaking. Though I would also consider the likes of Ishiro Honda-san, Jun Fukuda-san, Yoshimimitsu Banno-san, and Eji Tsuberaya-san as influences for the old-school Godzilla series. And for suit acting, obviously Haruo Nakajima-san. This film is very much a celebration of the Showa era. Yes, it might have been considered campy or cheesy, but to many, it’s still the fun way we remember Godzilla (regardless of how he was first intended in the 1954 film as a metaphor against atomic warfare). I love and respect the original, but as a kid, I grew up with the Godzilla-as-hero aspect and was inspired by that and still am today. My hope is that I can pay tribute to that era to the best of my ability.



AC: Talk about your technical team – how did you get to know all of these amazing artists?

BD: Paul Gavins, Alaena Gavins, Nicolas Cloutier, Richard St. Andrews, Patrick McGee, Riley McGee, and Joe Flores would all be included in this realm. I also got to work with the Lobsterdance Crew (responsible for the “Ultraman Sorta” videos) in Atlanta, GA, and some of their set footage is in GBR towards the beginning. I basically got to know most of them all through G-Fest and our common desire to make something fun and exciting. There were even times Paul Gavins came down from Wisconsin to help me with certain shoots that involved his props or puppets, and Joe Flores was also a great help to me when G-Fest was not happening and I was filming on my own. I feel very lucky to have worked with so many talented tech individuals who were willing to help out and advise me when I was stuck on things.




AC: How did you go about casting for the live action scenes?

BD: Mostly through talented acting friends of mine. Sarah Breidenbach (who plays Lex) and I have acted in college theatre together and she is by far one of the most talented actresses and versatile singers I’ve ever met in my life. She was more a musical theatre/opera actress though I feel she transitioned to film acting exceptionally well. As a result of GBR, she’s auditioning for more professional film gigs so I’m very proud of her. 


Other friends included Jonathon Goldyn (Sargyle) Olivia Howlett (Kumi), James Sayson (Yuki), Jeanette Acquino (Mothra Fairies), Aaron & Jessi Hemminger (Braddock/Madison), Joe Flores (Sgt. Daimajin), Rosa Mendez (Professor 9mm), Mike Prost, Jenni Whipple, JD Won, and Lenell Bridges (Machine Gunners). For the alien queen Xaxious, I actually made a post on Craigslist, which is how we landed Vicka Xaika. She and her boyfriend Nick were also very helpful in completing a vital piece of villain character.




AC: Eight credited cinematographers? Discuss.

BD: As I couldn’t be two places at once, most were friends who were filming me once I got into costume. Joe Flores helped me out a great deal in this respect. Another friend of mine, Brian Sosin, not only helped shoot, but gave me a lot of pointers on working with the film editing programs. There’s also the G-Fest crew, which included Nick Cloutier who has some mad cinematography and perspective skills. Paul Gavins also offered up his camera skills at (and even sometimes before or after) G-Fest when I was in need. Tristan Domay was also there to assist when Paul and/or Nick were preoccupied. Chris Elchesyn also filmed a great deal of prop and puppet footage against green/blue screens at his home. Then there was my friend Kevin Pollack who filmed and directed me in my “Razor Shark” character shots.



AC: What kind of direction did he give you?

BD: In reality, I’m pretty much the complete opposite of the character; I’m a pretty understanding and caring person whereas Razor Shark is self-centered, dangerous hotshot out to prove himself, like Maverick from Top Gun. Kevin is an exceptional theater actor, and was very strict with his criticism but also very constructive. There were times he had me do 20 takes of a certain line until I got it to his liking. I used to do theater in college, but since I hadn’t acted for nearly eight years, it was definitely a crash course back into it. Kevin did a phenomenal job whipping me back into shape.



AC: What are the biggest challenges to suit acting? Do you have a specific style?

BD: Suit acting is really a huge undertaking. It’s nowhere near as easy as it looks, and it can prove to be quite dangerous if not handled knowledgeably. With tons of foam and latex wrapped around you, it can get over 100 degrees in there sometimes; I can only keep the thing on a good hour at a time sometimes. You constantly have to be aware of heat exhaustion as that can take its toll no matter how much endurance an individual may have. You collapse in that thing, you better hope someone is nearby to pull you out.


Moving and acting is another huge challenge. It’s very hard to see through mesh or tiny holes and it’s hard to breathe with all that stifling air. One trick I wish I learned earlier was that it’s far more effective to move at fast speeds; the more “oomph” you put into your actions on set, the better it looks in the finished edit. In post-production, when we slow those actions down about 70-80%, it really looks like you’re watching a giant monster move or fight. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite grasp that until near the end of shooting.


Suit acting is the same thing as an actor on screen or on stage. You have to make your movements believable as an actor would make his movements or intentions believable. If you don’t, it comes off as unconvincing. I tried to pay homage to Haruo Nakajima-san, Ken Satsuma-san, and Tsutomu Kitagawa-san's past performances in their respective Godzilla films as best I could.



AC: At what point did you switch from “This will be a fun weekend shoot of monster mashing in the backyard” to “Holy crap, we’re going to make this the biggest, best Godzilla fan film we can, even if it takes four years!”

BD: Probably around 2011, after I showed our video I was just “messing around with” at the Pickwick Theater during G-Fest. The crowd response there was all the inspiration I needed to to take this project and go “all the way” with it. In 2012, we had more monsters to film, more character/story elements, and two guest appearances from Robert Scott Field and Akira Takarada himself. It was then I thought, “There’s no way we can lose with this.” 



AC: Is there a specific G-film that you were aiming to emulate? Destroy All Monsters is explicitly referenced – any others?

BD: Definitely the Showa era with tidbits of the Millennium Era as well for the human story. There were also a few Heisei references thrown in for good measure too. In terms of the writing, I’ll admit that I (and Josh Oshkosh B’Gosh who advised me through the script writing process) went with a campier tone, adding some outrageous comedic elements to keep the audience’s attention during the non-monster scenes. On the other hand, I wouldn’t consider my actors’ performances campy, as they did their part and delivered their lines to the best of their abilities. 



AC: Of the 21 monsters featured onscreen, is it safe to assume that most of the time, the actor inside the suit was also the person who designed it?

BD: Well, to be clear, not all of them were suits. Quite a few were actually small props/toys filmed with a green screen and blown up to look imposing to our costumes. However, for the costumed characters, most (but not all) of those playing the monsters made their own suits. For instance Hyper Godzilla, Varan, Maguma, and the Slugs were played and created by Jacob Baker with assistance from his father, Rick Baker. Jeff Magnussen played one hell of a MechaGodzilla (and that is indeed the same costume you saw in the 30 Rock episode). 


My good buddy Scott Whipple played Zombie Kong (when I was in Godzilla) as he is a body builder and had the strength to lift me up while in my suit. Ian Jones also helped with Zombie Kong when we filmed at G-Fest and his knowledge in karate definitely helped. 


For Hedorah and Ebirah, we had quite a few people in there; me, Paul Gavins, Rich St. Andrews, Tristan Domay, Tommy Haire, and Riley McGee. J.D. Lees, who played and created G-Fantis, showed some really mad suit-acting skills, putting to good use all the knowledge he had read or researched beforehand. Nick Huber played Zigra, which was funny considering he was a Gamera villain. He actually came to me and asked if we could possibly film him for GBR; I took one look at that suit and I was like, “What the hell, why not?” And Riley McGee played Orga, though the costume was made by Rich St. Andrews.



AC: For those unfamiliar with G-Fanor J.D. Lees, can you give our readers a quick background on G-Fantis?

BD: G-Fantis is a character of Daikaiju Enterprises through G-Fan Magazine and was created by J.D. who also heads the G-Fest convention. Essentially G-Fantis is the mascot monster of G-Fest. We’ve done many fan film projects around his character, so having him as a part of our film was definitely a pleasure as I always found this monster fascinating. His overall look is pretty Titanosaurus-inspired, which is why we gave him the Titanosaurus roar in my film. His origins in GBRdepict him as an inter-stellar guardian monster that helps to keep peace among the Universe by battling evil monster threats and is an ancient ally to Mothra from Infant Island.



AC: Some might be surprised at the colorful language for what is otherwise a family-friendly film. Thoughts?

BD: It’s kinda funny because at first, I knew I was pushing a language line there. When it came time to show the rough cut at G-Fest last year, I was so excited about getting my film up there that I forgot to mention that it could be considered PG-13 due to minor language and some intense kaiju violence. (It gets a bit 1974 Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla bloody at times.)  Surprisingly, the parents in the audience didn’t seem to mind. If anything, they found it funny. However, this year I will be announcing that it is PG-13 material and parental discretion might be encouraged. I tried my best to keep the swearing and blood to a minimum. However, if you think about it, most of the later Showa films, as well as some of the Heisei and Millennium films, all said the same bad words I used. Some even took the Lord’s name in vain (which I especially try to avoid, being Catholic). 



AC: Nice work on the Mothra twins effects and songs! Any fun stories to share in creating them?

BD: Thank you! Jeanette Acquino, an old friend of mine from my wrestling days, was extremely helpful in portraying the Shobijin Mothra fairies. I wanted the fairies to not only have old-school look of Tokyo SOS and Final Wars, but also have voices similar to how they sounded in the old-school Titra Dubs. However instead of red, I wanted to make their outfits white as I always felt that color better expressed their characters. Fifi’s Tayloring did a nice job modifying the garments to resemble the look.


For the voices, Sarah Breidenbach pulled double duty by giving the fairies their nostalgic voices. Funny story: I had Sarah watch the dubbed version of Ghidorah: The Three Headed Monster with me, and she commented, “These voices sound very theatrical, so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Sarah also sang the Mothra Song. She’s had experience singing German and Italian pieces, but it was definitely an interesting challenge for her to sing in Japanese. After a few practice runthroughs, she nailed it in both octaves. Samson West made up the keyboard rendition of the Mothra Song, as well as several of Akira Ifukube-san’s themes, and did an amazing job.



AC: Here’s the big question: When and how can people see the finished film?

BD: It will be posted on YouTube for public viewing on Godzilla’s actual 60thAnniversary, November 3, 2014. I also plan on showing it for a FREE “One Time Only Big Screen Event” at the Pickwick Theater in Park Ridge, IL, on Thursday, November 6. Godzilla Battle Royale is purely non-profit, and I intend to keep it that way considering the characters I’m working with here. Here are the links to find our various videos and information:

Also here’s our final trailer, featuring Akira Takarada-san himself:

http://youtu.be/kJsarAspIdE



AC: Any final thoughts, comments, announcements?

BD: If anything, I hope GBRinspires other beginner filmmakers, like me, to take whatever ideas that set off sparks in them and see their projects through to the end despite the odds. Never give up. Sure, I would like (for my cast and crew, as well as myself) to have our efforts on this project noticed. However, while finishing the film, I realized that, with this project, I had helped others realize their passions and ambitions in the process. As I filmed him, Jacob Baker said, “Thank you for giving me the chance to live out my dream.” Knowing that I was able to help him and others like him is a feeling of accomplishment far more uplifting and meaningful than any amount of views/likes on YouTube. Don’t get me wrong, I want this film to succeed. But collaborating, working together with a common goal, and having one hell of a fun time doing it, that’s good enough for me. Whether the fans (or non-fans) like or hate our film, I hope our efforts will be remembered for a long time.


Finally, I seriously cannot thank enough all my cast, monster cast, crew, collaborators, supporters, reviewers, and those who have allowed us to showcase our talents with this film. It’s all because of you guys that this happened and everything I’ve done up to now, I owe it to all of you. Thanks a million and arigato!!!


VIDEO NASTIES: THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE (2010) DVD Review

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Equal parts cautionary tale and gorehound primer, this extraordinary "must-have" three-disc release from Severin (originally released in the UK by Nucleus Films) delivers a one-stop shop for everything relating to the UK’s shameful period of censorship in the early 1980s, where 72 horror and exploitation film titles were deemed capable of debauching the free-thinking minds of anyone who might encounter them. These were the “Video Nasties.”


Disc 1 contains Jake West’s extraordinary 2010 documentary, Video Nasties: Moral Panic, Censorship, and Videotape, which highlights the feverish political climate in England which resulted in the criminalization of owning or distributing the Nasties. In 1982, under the Obscene Publication Acts, 1959, the Department of Public Prosecutions (DPP) seized 22,000 cassettes in the London metropolitan area alone, with Abel Ferrara’s The Driller Killer and Tobe Hooper’s Death Trap (aka Eaten Alive) the first to be apprehended.


West (a capable feature director with such credits as Evil Aliens and Doghouse) collects a marvelous array of talking heads to weigh in on the matter, including filmmakers Neil Marshall (Dog Soldiers, The Descent), Christopher Smith (Triangle, Black Death), and Andy Nyman (Derren Brown, Dead Set); noted genre journalists Kim Newman, Stephen Thrower, Alan Jones, Brad Stevens, Allan Bryce, Derek Macolm, and Marc Morris, who served as the documentary’s researcher and producer; film scholars Xavier Mendik, Patricia MacCormack, Beth Johnson, and Julian Petley; attorney Geoffrey Robertson, and Video Business magazine editor John Hayward, most of whom understandably boggle at the absurdity of a democratic political body that would agree to such measures.


Yet, there are also a few who, to this day, staunchly believe that they acted for the good of their fellow man. These include Peter Kruger, who served as the Head of the Obscene Publications Squad, James Ferman, director of the BBFC (1975-1999), and (Sir) Graham Bright, who introduced the Video Recordings Act 1984 into Parliament, requiring all video recordings to appear before the BBFC for certification (to the tune of up to 500 pounds sterling per title).


Noted moral crusader Mary Whitehouse appears in archival footage, offering such incendiary sound bites as “I actually don’t need to see, visually, what I know is in that film.” In promoting his bill, Bright offers one of the more hilarious assertions in that, “Research is taking place and it will show that these films not only affect young people, but I believe they affect dogs as well.” (Wait, did he just say that his not-yet-completed research will prove that these films are harmful to canines? Yes, yes, he did. And they knighted him for it.)


But the true hero of the piece, and of the times themselves, was and is Martin Barker (later the editor of Video Nasties: Freedom & Censorship in the Media). One of the brave few who stood up to an overwhelmingly negative public and press and stated that no, these films probably weren’t “capable of depraving and corrupting those that watched it,” as the opposition claimed. Barker also points out that the campaign was an easy way to distract the public from real issues, such as the riots that plagued London or the armed conflict in the Faulkland Islands.


West does a terrific job of setting the scene under which this mass of hysteria occurred, and, as Barker states, the Nasties became “a general purpose explanation of moral decline,” covering everything from murder to political unrest. The press, specifically The Daily Mail and The Daily Mirror, is also taken to task for fanning the flames, associating violence with videotapes via banner shock headlines designed to sell more copies. (As Alan Jones points out, when the lists were finally made public in June, 1983, it actually provided casual horror fans with a list of “must-see titles.”)


As absurd as it all seems in hindsight, especially considering that most of the banned titles are now widely available in uncut format, it was no laughing matter for individuals who were fined and/or jailed for the mere possession of these titles. From Stephen Taylor, the first video dealer actually prosecuted, to David Hamilton Grant, the last person sent to jail, these people were subjected to more serious penalties than the possession of illegal drugs...for the crime of owning and renting videotapes.


Sadly, for the most part, the public stood by and watched it happen, even when researchers like Guy Cumberbatch showed the widely publicized claims that “up to 40% of Britain’s six-year-olds had seen one or more Video Nasties” to be fraudulent. Even more infuriating is that the main thrust of the conservative argument posed these films would pollute the minds of those that watched them, and yet, those who stood in judgment were presumably untouched by their encounter with the vile property. Class, can you spell “social elitism?”


As part of its supplemental galleries, Disc 1 also contains a list of 82 additional titles that “were not liable for prosecution under Section 2 of the Obscene Publications Act, 1959. However, they could still be seized by the police.” I mean, Whuh. Thuh. Fuh.



Disc 2 contains a full roster of trailers for the 39 films successfully prosecuted as Video Nasties, each preceded by short commentary (3-5 minutes) from the same array of informed genre enthusiasts that appear in West’s documentary. Though things get a little spoiler-y at times, it’s a thoroughly enjoyable four-hour (!) romp that critiques the titles in question while attempting to explain the factors that may have attracted the DPP’s attention. (In some cases, however, the authority in question simply throws up his or her hands and says, “I have no idea how this got on the list.”)


Disc 3, clocking in at just over three hours, gives the same treatment to the remaining 33 movies that landed on the Nasties list, but were either removed or failed to be prosecuted as such. (Both discs can also be played as a nonstop trailer show.)



Of these experts, Stephen Thrower, Kim Newman, and Dr. Patricia MacCormack offer the most enthusiastic and lengthy insights, while Alan Jones tends to give shorter shrift, as though it’s all too silly to even bother discussing. My one negative mark goes to West’s inclusion of “genre personality” Emily Booth, who is clearly reading cue cards (presumably written by her director) placed just off camera. Amidst the extemporaneous remarks from such a talented roster of informed journalists and educators, Booth’s practiced regurgitations stick out like the proverbial severed thumb.


“I think the most interesting thing to me is just how little historical memory we have. The next time there’s a panic, we won’t remember just how stupid the last one was, and how people get away with things. And that, to me, is the most important lesson about this campaign. The evangelical got away with murder. They got away with fraud. They got away with deceiving people. They now laugh it off, and the fact that almost all of these films are now available uncut in the public domain? They don’t care, because they move on. Because what they want to do is to dominate the present and they don’t care about history. Critical voices have to care about history. We have to care about how things got controlled in the past because that’s when the damage gets done. And if we don’t keep that historical memory, we will allow them to do it again next time.” – Martin Barker


Pound for pound the most important U.S. genre video release of 2014 (yes, you can quote me on that), Video Nasties: The Definitive Guideis available now from Severin Films and can be ordered HERE.

http://www.severin-films.com/2014/05/23/video-nasties-the-definitive-guide/



--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine





Below is the list of the 39 officially prosecuted Video Nasties (Disc 2)

Absurd (aka Horrible; The Monster Hunter; Anthropophagus 2) (1981)
Antropophagus (aka The Anthropophagus Beast; The Grim Reaper) (1980)
Axe (aka Lisa, Lisa) (1977)
The Beast in Heat (1977)
Blood Bath (aka Twitch of the Death Nerve; Blood Bath) (1971)
Blood Feast (1963)
Blood Rites (aka The Ghastly Ones) (1968)
Bloody Moon (1981)
The Burning (1981)
Cannibal Apocalypse (1980)
Cannibal Ferox (aka Make Them Die Slowly) (1981)
Cannibal Holocaust (1980)
The Cannibal Man (1972)
The Devil Hunter (1980)
Don’t Go in the Woods (1981)
The Driller Killer (1979)
Evilspeak (1981)
Expose (aka House on Straw Hill) (1976)
Faces of Death (1978)
Fight for Your Life (1977)
Flesh for Frankenstein (aka Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein) (1973)
Forest of Fear (aka Toxic Zombies; Bloodeaters) (1980)
Gestapo’s Last Orgy (1976)
The House by the Cemetery (1981)
House on the Edge of the Park (1980)
I Spit on Your Grave (aka Day of the Woman) (1978)
Island of Death (1977)
The Last House on the Left (1972)
Love Camp 7 (1968)
Madhouse (1981)
Mardi Gras Massacre (1978)
Night of the Bloody Apes (1969)
Night of the Demon (1980)
Nightmares in a Damaged Brain (aka Nightmare) (1981)
Snuff (1976)
SS Experiment Love Camp (aka SS Experiment Camp) (1976)
Tenebrae (aka Unsane) (1982)
The Werewolf and the Yeti (aka Night of the Howling Beast) (1975)
Zombie Flesh Eaters (aka Zombi 2; Zombie) (1979)


Here are the 33 titles seized, but never brought to trial or unsuccessfully prosecuted (Disc 3):

The Beyond (aka Seven Doors of Death) (1981)
The Bogey Man (1980)
Cannibal Terror (1981)
Contamination (aka Alien Contamination) (1980)
Dead and Buried (1981)
Death Trap (aka Eaten Alive) (1980)
Deep River Savages (aka The Man from Deep River) (1972)
Delirium (aka Psycho Puppet) (1979)
Don’t Go in the House (1980)
Don’t Go Near the Park (1981)
Don’t Look in the Basement (aka The Forgotten) (1973)
The Evil Dead (1981)
Frozen Scream (1975)
Funhouse (1981)
Human Experiments (1980)
I Miss You, Hugs and Kisses (1978)
Inferno (1980)
Killer Nun (1978)
Late Night Trains (aka Night Train Murders) (1975)
The Living Dead (aka The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue; Let Sleeping Corpses Lie; Don’t Open the Window) (1974)
Night Warning (aka Butcher, Baker, Nightmare Maker) (1982)
Possession (1981)
Pranks (aka The Dorm That Dripped Blood; Death Dorm) (1982)
Prisoner of the Cannibal God (aka Mountain Of The Cannibal God; Slave of the Cannibal God) (1978)
Revenge of the Bogey Man (aka Boogeyman II) (1982)
The Slayer (1981)
Terror Eyes (aka Night School) (1981)
The Toolbox Murders (1978)
Unhinged (1982)
Visiting Hours (1982)
The Witch Who Came from the Sea (1976)
Women Behind Bars (1975)
Zombie Creeping Flesh (aka Hell of the Living Dead) (1980)

CHRYSALIS (2014) movie review

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Chrysalis (2014) d. John Klein (USA)

In 2038, young couple Joshua (Cole Simon) and Penelope (Sara Gorsky) make their way across the blasted landscape of a dying world, scavenging and surviving whilst avoiding the infected mutants that now sit atop the food chain. As winter falls hard, the pair encounters another human survivor, Abira (Tanya Thai McBride), who explains that she is en route to rendezvous with another, larger group. As two becomes three, jealousies and conflicts arise, while their cannibalistic foes grow ever hungrier . . . and nearer.


The low-budget zombie road movie has become a subgenre all its own; the apocalyptic shinola hits the fan, and the resourceful living hit the dusty/bloody trail, fleeing from the undead threat and running toward . . . well, that’s really the problem, isn’t it? With no safe haven, the road leads to nowhere. (RIP, David Hess.) Several worthy entries have announced themselves over the past year from this ever-growing subgenre of a subgenre : The Battery, Beyond the Grave, Bled White, and Dead Weight. Now Chicagoland director John Klein’s Chrysalis joins that esteemed group, proving yet again that you don’t need World War Z money to turn out an engaging, thought-provoking thriller.


Screenwriter Ben Kurstin also serves as the film’s cinematographer, and his double-barreled contributions elevate the proceedings immeasurably. The gray-tinted doom-and-gloom atmosphere settles over the viewer like a toxic cloud, accented perfectly by Darren Callahan’s nerve-jangling electronic score and Max Traiman’s immersive production design. “Bleak” doesn’t begin to describe the tone as we witness Joshua and Penelope kicking through trash heaps or shivering against the cold wind, and the tiny ensemble brings an enormous amount of humanity to the fray. Simon’s scruffy hero displays sentimental and cynicism in equal doses, while Gorsky's tour-de-force portrayal of a childlike victim growing into a strong, self-sustaining woman is the type that wins awards. For her part, McBride does an excellent job dancing the line of her character’s ambiguity: is she asset or detriment, savior or grave-maker?


There are a few niggling contrivances here and there (such as Penelope’s illiteracy) that feel more akin to conscious attempts at creating “interesting, unique characters” than organic storytelling. But, on the whole, Klein keeps the action moving and the interplay crackling such that we’re drawn into this broken existence, playing games of “what would I do” while genuinely rooting for our onscreen stand-ins. Gorehounds might be disappointed at the selectively parceled moments of bloodletting, but the intelligence and emotional depth on display balances the scales nicely.


Like its namesake, Chrysalis captures the human race during a transitional stage, and within its cold and brittle shell lies a fragile, living wonder waiting to be discovered.


Chrysalis is available now for VOD through the film’s official site, TheRestAreDead.com


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine
 

BLOODY BIRTHDAY (1981) Blu-ray Review

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Bloody Birthday (1981) d. Ed Hunt (USA)

Gun-for-hire Hunt, who scripted alongside Barry Pearson, whipped up this fanciful tale of three children born during a solar eclipse on June 9, 1970, in the sleepy burg of Meadowvale, CA. Trouble is, at least according to our astrology-loving heroine Joyce (Lori Lethin), the sun and moon were also in the path of Saturn (which governs human emotions), leaving our diminutive trio devoid of any sense of morality. Now, just before their shared 10th birthday, they’ve begun strangling, shooting, and shoveling amorous teens in vans and cemeteries and bumping off town elders one by one. (Wait, why’d they wait until now to exhibit murderous tendencies? Oh, never mind.)


Killer kid movies are rare and wonderful things. (Being a card-carrying “uncle, never a dad,” I’ve had my suspicions regarding these ankle-biters from the start; like those earnestly preparing for the zombie apocalypse, I’d probably be the first to take up arms against the little monsters should the need arise.) From the moment little Rhoda Penmark smashed an unsuspecting playmate in the face with her steel-rimmed shoes in 1956’s The Bad Seed, the fires have been lit, and while the subversive subgenre is still sparsely populated, Rhoda’s progeny have turned out more entertaining than not.


Without even touching on the recent “hoodie horror” boom, efforts like Village of the Damned, Joshua, The Good Son, Devil Times Five, The Children (both the 1980 and 2008 incarnations), Who Could Kill a Child?, Our Mother’s House, and Beware! Children at Play have consistently played upon our willingness to believe that the youngsters are just too innocent to cause any real harm...right?


Here, the snot-nosed sinisters are played to the hilt by a triptych of talented young performers, with Andrew Freeman as blonde Steven Seton, Billy Jacoby as the bespectacled Curtis Taylor, and Elizabeth Hoy dazzling as the duplicitous Debbie Brody. All three know how to turn on the charm and innocence when grown-ups are around, but give free rein to their mischievous glee during times of bloodletting. Of course, no one suspects anything except Joyce and her younger brother Timmy (K.C. Martel), which puts them right in the line of pre-adolescent fire. With runaway vehicles, flying arrows, killer skateboards, and pistol rounds raining down, the siblings attempt to convince their disbelieving community that the terrorizing tykes are out for blood.


Susan Strasberg, who racked up an impressive number of genre credits considering her illustrious pedigree (The Manitou, Sweet Sixteen, The Returning, Scream of Fear, and So Evil My Sister), plays the tykes’ strict homeroom teacher. From the second she shoots off her mouth about “homework being more important than birthday parties,” you know her days are numbered. Ditto local sheriff James Brody (Bert Kramer), since the kids can’t very well have the law sniffing around. The fact that Brody is darling Debbie’s father only adds to the film’s perverse sense of fun.


Packed with female boobies – including those of future MTV v-jay Julie Brown – and creative kills, it’s no surprise Bloody Birthday has garnered a cult following over the years (and that was before its poster art was appropriated for horror-faithful Facebook memes).


Now, Severin gives the flick its well-deserved Blu-ray boost, porting over most of the extras from its 2011 DVD release. These include a 10-minute interview with Lethin, and a 51-minute (!) audio interview with Hunt, who also gave us Starship Invasions (1977) and 1988’s The Brain. (Unfortunately, the audio quality of Lunt's interview is quite poor, especially for such an extended amount of time.)


There’s also a 15-minute featurette, “A Brief History of the Slasher Film,” with author and fellow Chicagoan Adam Rockoff guiding us through the subgenre. Whether the piece is truly at home on this particular disc as opposed to a “true” slasher flick is open to debate, but it’s an engaging slice of background info for beginners nonetheless.


Bloody Birthdayis now available from Severin Films and can be ordered HERE:

http://www.severin-films.com/2014/06/17/bloody-birthday-blu-ray/


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine
 

Fool's Views (5/5 – 5/18)

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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

DEADLY EYES (1982) Blu-ray Review

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Deadly Eyes (aka Night Eyes) (1982) d. Robert Clouse (Canada)

Based on James Herbert’s classic novel Rats (and an earlier script from Lonon Smith), this hilariously earnest yet surprisingly bloody “B” ratfestation flick falls somewhere between the real-life rodent hordes of Willard and the costumed creepers of The Killer Shrews. Enter the Dragon director Clouse keeps the action moving along at a lively pace, perhaps to distract from the not-quite-convincing dachshunds-in-rats-clothing (no kidding) and the close-ups of snarling hand puppets.


After health department rep Kelly Leonard (Sara Botsworth) orders warehouses of contaminated, steroid-boosted corn destroyed, the vicious vermin head for the city to make a meal out of senior citizens and (gasp!) infants alike. Single father Paul Harris (TV staple Sam Groom, resembling a low-rent Richard Chamberlain) is the hunky high school basketball coach who stumbles into a romance with Leonard, ultimately leading to a toothy climax in the unnamed metropolis’ subway system.


In homage to, well, himself, Clouse also stages several scenes of ravaging mayhem within a theater playing Bruce Lee’s last flick, Game of Death...which Clouse also directed.


Sporting bloodshed and likeable performances in equal measure, this is without a doubt one of the best killer rat movies ever made. Plus, with the lovely Lisa Langlois (The Nest), her Happy Birthday To Me co-star Lesleh Donaldson, her Class of 1984 chum Joseph Kelly, and the incomparable Scatman Crothers filling out the supporting roles, and special makeup/prosthetic effects courtesy of legends-in-the-making Allan Apone and Douglas J. White, how bad could it really be?


Shout! Factory’s recent DVD/BR combo release’s supplements kick off with the 24-minute behind-the-scenes doc, “Dogs in Rats Clothing,” featuring production designer Ninkey Dalton, screenwriter/co-producer Charles Eglee, and makeup man Alec Gillis. All have gone on to bigger and better things (Eglee being a multiple Emmy nominee for his work on NYPD Blue, Murder One, The Shield, and Dexter, while Gillis’ efforts span from his early days with Roger Corman’s Galaxy of Terror to Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter to the Aliens and Tremors franchises), but all express warm sentiments toward this ambitious and energetic hoser horror that helped further their careers.


For Dalton and Eglee, it also symbolizes a more personal significance: the two met on the Deadly Eyes set and have been happily married ever since. Eglee also confesses to following John Sayles'Piranha playbook pretty closely, which had itself shamelessly echoed Jaws.


For her solo featurette, Langlois takes a pretty lofty tone for someone sporting such an abundance of genre credits, unabashedly name-dropping her more “significant” roles under Claude Chabrol, John Huston, and Hal Ashby. (The fact that these titles represent some of the cinematic giants least successful efforts, however, goes unmentioned.) She goes on to declare Terence Winkless’ The Nest the worst experience of her professional life, due mostly to pressures to perform an unscripted nude scene, and reveals that she was the runner-up for Linda Hamilton’s role in The Terminator.


The 18-minute interview concludes with the still-beautiful and recently unretired actress oh-so-graciously reaching out to young filmmakers to contact her through Facebook to cast her for any upcoming gigs. Um, yeah.


In their respective pieces, Donaldson is much more down-to-earth, chatting happily about her experiences on Curtains, Happy Birthday to Me, and William Fruet’s Funeral Home while Kelly is the most laid-back of all, clearly surprised by Deadly Eyes and Class of 1984’s cult following and longevity.


It’s worth going back and watching Donaldson’s reactions to Langlois’ character’s early attempts at seducing Groom on the school bus – scene stealing at its finest. That said, it's a little disappointing, even in a pre-IMDb era, to discover that none of these young actors were aware of Clouse’s (Chinese?) connection to Bruce Lee until halfway through the shoot – as an up-and-comer, you might want to know who you’re working for, right?


The always enjoyable Apone, responsible for the "Eureka!" moment of sticking canines in rodent suits, credits much of the film’s success to animal trainer Joe Camp (not the same fellow who directed the Benji movies in the 1970s and ’80s; trust me, I checked). The effects legend reports that 35 dachshunds and five terriers were on hand – or paw – and goes on to dispel the rumor (and IMDb trivia point) that any dogs died on set, stating that one did get sick and had to leave the ranks, but that was the extent of any mishaps.


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

http://www.shoutfactory.com/product/deadly-eyes


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

BLOODY MOON (1981) Blu-ray Review

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Bloody Moon (1981) d. Jess Franco (Germany)

Gorgeous Angela (Olivia Pascal) joins her comely group of lasses at a remote spa/language school (nice combo, that) in Spain, unaware that the exotic locale was the site of a brutal murder five years prior. Wouldn’t you know it, the offending party, Miguel (Alexander Waechter), has just been released from a mental institution into the care of his sister Manuela (Nadja Gerganoff), the smokin’ hot chiquita with whom he previously shared an incestuous relationship. But wait, there's more! Further complicating matters is the fact that Manuela runs the school with the handsome Alvaro (Christopher Brugger), but is openly hated by her crippled countess aunt (Maria Rubio) who holds the purse strings. Needless to say, when pretty girls start turning up dead, there are suspects aplenty, including students, teachers, studly tennis instructors (Peter Execoustos), and drooling mongoloid red herrings.


One of the 39 successfully prosecuted Video Nasties and now available on Blu-ray through Severin Films, there’s a goodly amount of gore in this early 80s slasher/giallo riff, but there’s so much more out-and-out insanity and illogic that it’s difficult to imagine someone being genuinely offended by the material. As the director explains on the “Bloody Franco” featurette (ported over from the DVD), the dictate from producers Wolf C. Hartwig and Otto Retzer was to have a movie with “50 moments of horror,” designed to make the audience jump, scream, or laugh.


A pretty tall order, but darned if Franco and special effects man Juan Roman Molina (Game of Werewolves, Witching and Bitching) don’t manage to deliver the goods...along with a bounty of WTF moments that will leave you gasping for breath and reaching for the rewind button.


Shot in Alicante, Spain (a no-brainer for a film about girls on Spanish holiday, right? In keeping with the behind-the-scenes madness, the original plan was to shoot in Germany), Franco keeps the scares and false scares coming in equal measure. However, unlike his more moody, dare I say, personal pieces, the freight train of plot and carnage flies by at rocket speed, so much so that the zanier moments nearly bypass our sensors.


Why, of course, “Disco-Clubs” have random roller skating patrons, right? Girls always put on elaborate sex radio shows for their own amusement, don’t they? Screenwriter Erich Tomek (as Rayo Casablanca) was also the film's production manager, and as such, kept Franco from making changes to what he thought was a very silly script. (Coming from Franco, that’s saying something.)


Shot as Die Säge des Todes (“The Saw of Death”) or Colegialas Violadas (aka “Raped College Girls,” as it was originally released in Spain, despite the fact that only one person comes anywhere near being sexually assaulted), Bloody Moon is probably one of the most entertaining films in the director’s catalog. It eschews the dreamlike quality of some of his better-known efforts, and Molina’s effects are surprisingly, well, good. Where a Franco murder would usually entail someone painting a bloody stripe across someone’s skin, here we have blades penetrating flesh, blood pouring from wounds, spikes going through necks, and the exceptional stone-cutter beheading that inspired the original German title.


The one element that remains true to Franco’s aesthetics, in addition to the bevy of beautiful and often topless ladies filling out the cast – Corinna Gillwald (Laura), Ann-Beake Engelke (Eva), and Jasmin Losensky (Inga) among them – is the repeating musical motif of Frank Duval’s “Love in the Shadows,” repeated ad nauseum to hilarious effect (see real-time-review below). Gerhard Heinz is credited with the remainder of the score, which often brings to mind a synthesizer with indigestion trapped underwater.


Bloody and bloody hysterical, there is much here to enjoy for fans of loopy Italian giallos and straight-up Turkey slashers. Don’t miss it.


Bloody Moon is now available from Severin Films and can be ordered HERE:

http://www.severin-films.com/2014/06/17/bloody-moon-blu-ray/


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine


REAL-TIME-REVIEW (RTR term copyright 2005, Insanislupis, and hopefully he won't sue me)

Here’s a time-coded play-by-play with spoilers aplenty. For those actually interested in preserving the, ahem, mystery, you might want to watch the movie first.




0:57 When “Miguel, I’m your sister. Don’t look at me that way,” is the first line of the movie, you know you’re off to a good start.

1:36 Remember, boys and girls: Arts and crafts can disfigure and turn you into an incestuous sex maniac. Put down the rubber cement and stick with the video games.

2:30 “You know I love you, Ralph.” “I love you, too.” “I love your tenderness. But please, be patient with me.” “Just let yourself melt in my arms.” “Caress me gently...everywhere...everywhere. Yes, like that, like that!” Best high-speed dry-hump talk EVER.

3:05 Mickey Mouse masks always get the ladies in red sparkly hot pants primed for action. Don’t ask me how I know this.

3:58 “You want me too, don’t you?” I’m pretty sure her lips didn’t move - is she a ventriloquist?

4:40 That chick’s abs are like rock, er, plaster.

5:00 Ladies and Gentlemen, the underwater synthesizer

5:35 Ladies and Gentlemen, Jess Franco cameo as the doctor

6:05 Exposition 101: As long as the actors lips are moving, you can jam in as many words as possible, regardless of whether it synchs or not.

6:38 Frank Duval’s sonic earworm, “Love in the Shadow,” makes its first appearance. Drinking game begins! DRINK!

7:31 Travel Tips: if you’re on the floor of a train car just below camera frame, you can’t be seen by people in the hallway.

7:35 “What am I, Frankenstein’s Daughter?” Nice reference! Now, what’s with the red vinyl apron?

7:40 Personally, I always scream and fall on the floor when my scarf gets tangled up in the window.

7:54 The International Youth-Club Boarding School of Language needs a better sign budget.

8:12 Paco (billed as “Bueno” on IMDb and played by producer Otto Retzer), our all-purpose red herring, is introduced. Paco loves to hammer.

8:44 Alvaro, what’s with the leather blue jacket thingie?

9:31 Is it on backwards, sideways, what? Is it a breakaway with the snaps?

11:07 NO, SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS UP WITH THAT JACKET.

12:09 Return of the Underwater Synth

13:14 Old lady gets torched, but not before she gets her best hysterical line readings in.

13:45 Who are the girls repeating the lessons aloud in unison while the others are on headsets? This is one wacky school.

15:43 DRINK!

17:32 Expeditious Exposition-o-Rama between the girls as Angela shows up. TALK FASTER LADIES.

17:57 Rita (Beatriz Sancho Nieto): “You’ve quite a repertoire of chilling tales.” Phrasemaker.

18:02 Just noticed Angela’s knock-off Grace Jones t-shirt

19:31 Crazy stained glass window (that will appear and disappear throughout the film).

19:45 Clotheshorse Angela changes into a wrap dress to unpack. You know, like you do.

20:45 DRINK! (“Love in the Shadow” is track number three on the album, apparently.)

21:28 Wait, she changed, and now she’s going to take a shower?

21:46 Paco, get away from the picture window.

21:59 Miguel, get out of the bathroom.

22:55 Oh, those crazy late night souvenir salesmen.

23:36 Paco loves to drive.

23:48 Angela’s fourth outfit of the film, third of the day

26:12 Manuela naked in the window...but wearing a white patterned see-through robe in the next cut.

27:09 Miguel: “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. The only one who’s never laughed at me. Love me. Love me like you did before.” And I’ll, you know, try not to kill anyone this time.

28:55 Manuela: “We shouldn’t start again…don’t you see that people won’t let us love each other?” Sis, what if we bought some curtains...?

29:10 Manuela: “If we could just get rid of everyone around us, then things could be as they were before.” I think Miguel likes this plan.

29:20 Note: when you have a “Disco-Club” with a capacity crowd of twenty, don’t invite the chick with the roller skates.

29:40 “Shake Your Baby” song. Yes, this is the only lyric – want to make something of it?

31:00 Fact: Girls sometimes talk faster than their mouths can move.

31:25 “One great Latin lover thinks he can sit there looking like God’s gift to women. You lousy fraud!” Inga, no one has any idea what you’re saying.

32:18 DRINK!

33:02 Manuela topless at the window...again.

34:36 Little known fact: if you hit a yellow rose in just the right spot, it shatters.

35:42 DRINK!

36:25 Underwater synth wants its own drinking game.

36:30 Don’t you hate when you’re going to kill someone with a knife and they turn over in their sleep? Just throws my whole rhythm off. Guess I’ll disappear now.

37:33 Gee, who would have an endless supply of pullover sweaters? Oh, Angelaaaaaaa...

37:55 Eva: “I’ve never been so excited. It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever been out on a boat at night. A moonlight voyage on the high seas...aaauuuggggkkkk!” Blade in the back and out through the boob!

38:18 Angela is so wardrobe savvy, she can switch from her nightshirt back to her party outfit (sweater, pants, boots) instantaneously while running out the door.

39:16 Antonio: “A Murder Story: The Killer Came at Midnight.” But, the cover clearly says Poe Must Die...

41:30 Producer: “Um, Olivia, here’s the deal. We’ve used up the entire wardrobe budget already, so you’ll have to wear this one outfit the rest of the movie.” Olivia: “Sheisse!

42:51 That is one SERIOUSLY nutty language school.

44:58 DRINK!

46:00 KEEP DRINKING...

46:22 DRINK MORE!

46:46 Beware of falling Styrofoam rocks.

47:08 What are you dirty cops going to do about these falling rocks? And what good is a sign if I can’t read it? (Wait, didn’t she say she was fluent in the language? But then why is she at a language school...oh, never mind.)

48:52 tiny drink

48:45 Manuela, why are you talking to a corpse about a missing snake? You need help.

50:15 tiny drink

50:36 Awwwww, poor snakey wakey meets scissors wissors

52:30 Miguel, that rockin’ jacket totally upstages your facial scar. Well done.

52:39 Why is Inga pretending to have sex in Angela’s cottage? And how do the other girls know about it? And why IS Inga pretending to have sex in Angela’s cottage? And why are the girls so intent on peeping in? What is happening?

53:46 Um, dead Eva’s tongue is moving.

53:46 WHY IS INGA PRETENDING TO HAVE SEX IN ANGELA’S COTTAGE?

53:49 Is it just me, or is Eva’s boob blade migrating toward center?

54:08 Inga: “How can you just look at me like that and laugh at me? You’re satisfied, I suppose, that Ralph couldn’t come!” UM, WHAT.

54:55 Inga suddenly passes Angela (riding on the passenger side in Manuela’s car) out in the countryside. Damn, these girls get around.

55:17 DRINK! (It’s so popular, it’s on the radio now.)

55:25 Inga, you slut, running off with strange mute men. And yes, we’ll make sure to get you back to the club on time.

55:55 Kid: “Why are they going in there?” I was just wondering the same thing, kiddo.

56:00 Everyone’s still DRINKing, right?

56:55 Inga: “As they say, suffering’s good for pleasure.” Wait, who says that?

57:35 Inga: “Why don’t you take off your mask?” Um, he’s not wearing a mask.

57:44 SHUT UP, INGA. STOP. TALKING.

58:55 Kid kills the power switch off the saw and then kicks the guy’s shin, whereupon the guy immediately puts the power back on. You slowed him down for about, oh, 2.4 seconds, youngster.

59:12 Off with her head! And that’s a really good fake head! (Or maybe Inga just looked fake in real life)

59:26 Pretty great blood squirting out of the neck and dousing the head on the floor with the spraying water/blood. Are we sure this is a Franco flick?

59:57 Killer runs the kid down in the road with his car. He’ll probably kick a dog next.

60:14 Manuela keeps pushing the dead Countess around. But, Jess, you showed her being killed. There’s not really any myster...oh, never mind.

61:00 Olivia: “Are you sure I shouldn’t change clothes at some point?”

63:18 Okay, get ready to kick this cat out of the slowly creaking closet door. 1...2...

64:55 Angela stabs the hell out of what she (and we) can clearly see is a hat-rack.

66:02 Angela: Ah, yes, I can now see it’s a dummy. But who put it IN MY COTTAGE??

68:51 Alcohol abuse! (Laura gets grabbed by the pronged grabber and drops the beer)

70:05 Why does the killer call her on the phone to terrorize her instead of just, you know, killing her?

71:11 Inga’s head in bed (accompanied by the sound of The Saw of Death, just in case we forgot what happened)

71:34 Just as she falls, Eva’s propped-up body looks down to see where she’s going. Worst. Corpse. Ever.

71:48 Laura’s body hanging from the ceiling in the…bedroom? This guy’s been busy. How’d he do that while Angela was in the house? And why?

72:15 Well, we know it’s not Miguel now.

72:37 And there you are, Paco! We wondered where you’d been for the last hour. And you have the grabbers, do you? Red herring alert! And there’s Alvaro! So, that kind of narrows our killer options down, doesn’t it? Or there’s teleporting going on, which is always a possibility.

74:28 Manuela slips Angela a mickey in her drink (which, as we’ll soon see, ends up having no effect).

77:45 Manuela, perhaps it’s best not to recount your entire scheme to frame Miguel while he’s standing there listening. Although I admire your moxie in thinking that Alvaro should be happy just sleeping with you as opposed to sharing in your soon-to-be-inherited millions.

80:05 So, Miguel attacks Angela thinking she’s Manuela, even though he just saw her downstairs?

80:22 Awesome spike through the neck for Miguel. You're sure this is a Franco film?

80:50 Wait, wasn’t the dead Countess just in the other room where Manuela and Alvaro were drinking/fighting?

81:37 Where the hell did Manuela get the hedge-trimmer from? The broom closet?

82:11 Manuela: “Miguel and Alvaro are both murderers, remember that! And just be damn sure to remember it!” Got it. Wait, what was the middle part again?

83:11 Credits! And DRINK!

THE BABY (1973) Blu-ray Review

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The Baby (1973) d. Ted Post (USA)

After taking on the curious case of “Baby” Wadsworth (David Manzy), a grown man developmentally arrested at nine months, recently widowed social worker Ann Gentry (Anjanette Comer) suspects criminal negligence. As her interest grows increasingly personal, a war of wills develops between Ann and the zealously protective Wadsworth women, who will stop at nothing to keep their family together.


Director Post (Magnum Force, Good Guys Wear Black) handles this potentially ridiculous material straight-faced, and Manzy’s whole-hearted investment in his infantile characterization goes a long way toward anchoring the weird. But the film’s real power comes from its females, with whiskey-voiced Ruth Roman (resembling a cross between Stockard Channing, Virginia Woolf-era Elizabeth Taylor, and a dash of latter-day Joan Collins) leading the charge as the sassy, brassy, beat-your-ass-y Mrs. Wadsworth. A veteran performer of the prestige (Strangers on a Train) and the plebeian (Day of the Animals), Roman is always captivating, with an eye glint and lip curl that means business.


Marianna Hill, who genre fans will recognize from Messiah of Evil and Blood Beach, is a knockout as elder daughter Germaine, sharing a secret, more-than-sisterly relationship with her anatomically mature brother. Playing younger bratty blonde Alba, whose short fuse is as likely to blow up at her family members as outsiders, Susanne Zenor’s delicious shifts between crazy live wire and sulky teen are an unfettered hoot.


At the center of it all is the fascinating puzzle that is Comer’s Gentry. A child actress from the early ’60s, Comer worked sporadically, turning up on television or in smaller film roles, but never really caught on in the Hollywood circle. Based on her performance here, those closed doors proved to be our loss. She’s clearly the hero, but there’s something off about her as well, recalling The Brady Bunch’s Florence Henderson with a screw loose. We constantly wonder how far she’s willing to go and why this case is so personal to her.


Things grow more twisted at every turn, no matter which house we’re in. When the three Wadsworth women come upon Baby’s sitter (Erin O’Reilly) engaged in questionable behavior with her charge – a scene both disturbing and kinky – the violent, rage-filled repercussions meted out are terrifying to observe. Meanwhile, Ann sits at home watching old home movies through tear-stained eyes with her mother-in-law Judith (Beatrice Manley), then takes up her crusade with renewed vigor.


Inappropriate birthday parties (in which genre vet Michael Pataki shows up to make moves on every available female), cattle prods, and reverse home invasions all contribute to the oddball groove that Post and writer/producer Abe Polsky lay down, the biggest surprise being how well it hangs together. In spite of Manzy’s dubbed baby cries and the occasionally campy set-piece (the party's dart game is a bona-fide battle of the kooks), viewers stay invested throughout, with the final reveal leaving us slack-jawed in uncomprehending shock as the credits roll. The fact that this much aberrance slipped by with a PG rating is as mystifying as anything onscreen – the early 70s must have been a curious time for the MPAA, with this, Blood and Lace, and Legend of Hell House, sneaking past the morality guards.


Severin’s recent Blu-ray (I'm a little sorry they lost the original poster's "Three, Four, Close the Door! What goes on in this nursery isn't for Kids!" tagline for the cover art) carries over the audio interviews from its original 2011 DVD release. “Baby Talk” has Manzy (aka David Mooney) discussing the process by which he auditioned for and later prepared for the role, including shaving his entire body. Manzy goes through his entire roster of co-stars, offering a small anecdote for each, including O’Reilly as his unfortunate and confused sitter.

For “Tales from the Crib,” Post reveals his original hesitations for taking on such bizarre subject matter, and how he was ultimately convinced to take on the project by Polsky, who convinced him that the director’s predilection for telling a human story would make it accessible to the public. Both interviews are expertly conducted by Elijah Drenner (That Guy Dick Miller, American Grindhouse).


(One brief technical note: On the Blu-ray’s menu page, the supplemental links are reversed – Post’s button leads to Mooney’s interview, and vice versa. Just so you don’t start thinking you’ve gone insane.)


The Baby is available now from Severin Films and can be ordered HERE:

http://www.severin-films.com/2014/06/17/the-baby-blu-ray/


--Aaron Christensen, HorrorHound Magazine

ILSA: SHE WOLF OF THE SS (1975) movie review

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Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS (1975) d. Don Edmonds (Canada)

Inspired by the notorious real-life tales of Ilse Koch, a wife of a Nazi commandant who reportedly kept lampshades made from the skin of concentration camp victims, this Canadian exploitation sensation was much more interested in showing female flesh than shedding it. Former nude pin-up model Dyanne Thorne and her bustastic assets are put on full display as the titular tyraness of terror, turning women into experiments of extended torture while making men slaves in her bedroom.


All is going fine for this Reich with a Rack until she meets American Gregory Knoph who not only possesses certain horse-like anatomical features, but has full control of his release valve. Ilsa never knew what hit her.


This, alongside "classier" affairs like The Night Porter and Salon Kitty, launched the Nazisploitation movement of the mid-70s, while Thorne played the character two more times (as well as a very Ilsa-like character in Greta, The Mad Butcher aka Wanda, The Wicked Warden). If you’re looking to get into this dubious pool, this is probably the high-water mark in terms of quality and entertainment. Screenplay by Jonah Royston and John C.W. Saxton, with special makeup effects by Joe Blasco (Shivers, Rabid).

Fool's Views (6/23-6/29)

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No...more...Nazisploitation. Got it?

Back again, my friends!

After the previous week’s gluttony, I found myself not only cleaning up the damage such a spree can cause (i.e. writing reviews), but wriggling out from under the weight of screener copies that had recently landed in my lap. To further complicate matters, I made a trip to the good ol’ Chicago Public Library to secure a few civilian flicks that had captured my fancy while on our recent road trip to the Colorado Plateau.

Finally, I felt compelled to round out the earlier Nazisploitation viewings by visiting (and revisiting) the pioneers of the subgenre, so those got chucked in the pile along with a Godzilla fan film for dessert. All in all, another diverse trip down the twisty, thorny path of terror. Never a dull moment.

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

Enjoy!


HORROR:


Bloody Moon (1981) d. Franco, Jess (Germany) (3rd and 4th viewings)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Deported Women of the SS Special Section (1976) d. Silvestri, Rino di (Italy) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Final Terror, The (1983) d. Davis, Andrew (USA) (3rd and 4th viewings)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Godzilla: Battle Royale (2014) d. Dubose, Billy (USA) (1st viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH DIRECTOR BILLY DUBOSE***





Ilsa: She Wolf of the SS (1975) d. Edmonds, Don (Canada) (2nd viewing)

***CLICK HERE FOR FULL REVIEW***





Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears, The (2013) d. Cattet, Helene / Forzani, Bruno (Belgium) (1st viewing)

Some people dream in black-and-white, some in color, and some in Giallo. A grand experiment, similar to the couple’s previous effort Amer, that is considerably style over substance, generating a sense of appreciation without necessarily entertaining. I’d love to see them make an actual movie someday instead of these extended formal experiments, but maybe that’s not what they’re interested in. Thanks to Jason Coffman for picking up the import Blu-ray tab and allowing my cheapskate ass over to watch.




CIVILIAN:


Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969) d. Hill, George Roy (USA) (5th viewing)

“Who are those guys?” Paul Newman was generous enough to share the spotlight with an up-and-comer named Robert Redford and the rest is history. William Goldman won the Best Original Screenplay Oscar his first time at bat, cinematographer Conrad Hall picked up a statuette (his first of three career Oscars), and Burt Bacharach took home two of the golden boys for Best Score and Song “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head.” Who woulda thunkit.





Night Porter, The (1974) d. Cavana, Liliana (Italy) (1st viewing)

Dirk Bogarde’s ex-Nazi camp official reunites with his former concentration camp captive and lover Charlotte Rampling. Against all odds, she sends her composer husband on ahead and stays at Bogarde’s hotel to pick up where they left off. It’s a slow and deliberate tale of S&M, one that sharply divided critics of the day. I found it a fascinating and daring story, though it never feels like anything other than an intellectual “what if” scenario.





Pearl Jam: 20 (2011) d. Crowe, Cameron (USA) (1st viewing)

Spirited documentary about the Seattle band’s rise to fame and subsequent struggles to survive the rock n’ roll circus. Even though I probably haven’t heard anything of theirs since 1998’s Yield, I’m still calling myself a fan.





Tootsie (1982) d. Pollack, Sydney (USA) (4th viewing)

Picked up the 25th anniversary DVD from the CPL, and while I enjoyed the feature just as much as ever, I was more interested in watching the behind-the-scenes material and retrospective interviews than anything else. Considering how much everyone lauds her for the film's ultimate success, I’ll never understand how Elaine May didn’t earn a screenwriting credit. Also, as great as Dustin Hoffman is in the role(s), he really does come off as a flakey flakey flake. Saying that Pollack had to play his agent so that he could “believe” that no one would hire him? I mean, come on. It’s called acting, Dusty.





Tyrannosaur (2011) d. Considine, Paddy (UK) (1st viewing)

Speaking of acting, you’re not going to find much better than this grueling character study about an embittered widower (Peter Mullan) who literally takes refuge in a sunny-but-cowed Christian woman’s (Olivia Colman) resale shop, and the unlikely relationship that grows between these two broken souls. Tough going, but rewarding. Considine’s feature directing debut, based on his 2007 short film Dog Altogether.


2014 Totals to date: 175 films, 103 1st time views, 104 horror, 23 cinema

THE NIGHT DIGGER (1971) movie review

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Night Digger, The (1971) d. Alastair Reid (UK)

Curious, moody, secluded-English-country-manor chiller about a spinster (Patricia Neal) and her overbearing blind mother (Pamela Brown) whose humdrum lives are disrupted by a motorcycle-riding drifter seeking work as a groundskeeper (Nicholas Clay, who achieved cult status a decade later as Lancelot in Excalibur and Oliver Mellors in Lady Chatterly’s Lover). Despite her adopted daughter’s protests, the elder woman invites the mysterious youth to stay on – after all, it would be nice to have a man around the place, especially with this spate of ghastly murders going on in the area....


Rather than a conventional whodunit with red herrings and last minute reveals, the suspense is sustained by allowing viewers to identify with all three emotionally wounded characters, such that our alliances are torn even as we witness Clay committing his horrible moonlit crimes and literally covering them up in road construction sites. The tender and fragile romance that evolves between Neal and the ruggedly handsome lodger is quite touching, as is her feminine reawakening after decades under Brown’s thumb; by contrast, the harrowing real-time sequence where he breaks into a young victim’s room is an exercise in creepy claustrophobia.


Adapting Joy Cowley’s novel was none other than famed children’s author Roald Dahl, with the role of Maura earmarked for then-wife Neal, and Bernard Herrmann’s superb, harmonica-laced score ranks among the composer's best. A rushed, enigmatic ending - one that fails to deliver the hoped-for knockout blow - proves the film’s sole misstep, but it's hardly a deal-breaker.


Deserving of a wider audience, The Night Digger (aka The Road Builder) is available on DVD through Warner Archive (as well as the occasionally showing on TCM).
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