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Demetrius and the Gladiators

March 27th, 2012 | article by | No Comments »
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dir. Delmer Daves
1954 / 20th Century Fox / 102′
written by Philip Dunne
director of photography Milton R. Krasner
origianl music by
 Franz Waxman
starring Victor Mature, Susan Hayward, Michael Rennie, Debra Paget, Anne Bancroft, Jay Robinson, Barry Jones, and William Marshall
reviewed from a screener provided by Twilight Time
Demetrius and the Gladiators is available on Blu-ray from Twilight Time in a limited edition of 3000, and is offered exclusively through Screen Archives Entertainment and their Amazon storefront.

Pushed into production before The Robe had even wrapped by producers content with the likelihood of that film’s success but not with the thought of wasting its expensive dressings, the 1954 sequel Demetrius and the Gladiators is understandably a bit smaller and less refined than its epic progenitor, but that doesn’t keep it from being gobs more fun. Ostensibly a religious drama about the ebb and flow of one (very) early Christian’s faith in Caligula’s Rome, Demetrius punctuates its piety with hearty helpings of good old-fashioned violent spectacle – ‘gladiators’ isn’t in the title for nothing.

Demetrius and the Gladiators finds The Robe‘s eponymous artifact – the robe worn by Christ to Calvary - in the protective custody of that titular Demetrius (Victor Mature reprising his role from the previous film) while its chief protector, the apostle Peter (Michael Rennie in another carry-over role), is away on urgent church business. Unfortunately for Demetrius the increasingly mad Roman emperor Caligula (returning player Jay Robinson in a delightfully outrageous turn) wants the robe for himself, convinced that it possesses a power that will render him literally divine. It isn’t long before the Praetorian guard are knocking at Demetrius’ door, and when a scuffle with them turns violent the devout ex-slave finds himself involuntarily inducted into Strabo’s (Ernest Borgnine!) gladiatorial academy and destined for combat in the Emperor’s private arena. There he captures the fertile imagination of Messalina (Susan Hayward as a Code-friendly variation on the nymphomaniacal third wife of future Roman emperor Claudius), who finds perverse gratification in forcing the good Christian to fight against man and beast.

Demetrius’ devotion to peace and good will doesn’t last long, however. The presumed death of his potter girlfriend Lucia (Debra Paget, The Ten Commandments) at the hand of a fellow gladiator soon has the pectoral hunk renouncing his faith and slaughtering his co-combatants wholesale, much to the delight of Caligula and his Praetorian guard, who appoint him to their ranks as a tribune, as well as Messalina, with whom Demetrius begins an affair. Meanwhile Caligula goes madder, hallucinating that the gods are walking his palace’s halls and becoming increasingly paranoid of plots (both real and imagined) against him…

Limited to just a handful of admittedly gargantuan sets and over and done with in a sight less than two hours Demetrius and the Gladiators really can’t help but feel on the small side compared to its mega-produced big brother The Robe, but it’s a distinction that ultimately works in the film’s favor. Focusing on just a few of that previous film’s surviving players and adding but a handful more, Philip Dunne’s capable screenplay works perfectly well as entertainment even as its ramshackle contrivance becomes increasingly obvious. The obligatory religious dramatics are more a means to an end than anything else, and leave poor Demetrius to seem more than a little the flake – one moment he’s ready to die for his beliefs, the next he’s tearing through Caligula’s private arena with a sword in each hand. The degree of Demetrius’ faith seems wholly dependent on the fate of his girlfriend here – an odd turn to be sure for a character whose Christianity was previously affirmed by no less than witnessing the crucifixion first hand, but it does get the action moving towards the arena, an essential development for a film whose credits spell out THE GLADIATORS at a scale considerably larger than that granted its eponymous hero.

The Hays Code may have put the kibosh on any possibility of overt blood and gore, but Demetrius and the Gladiators still offers audiences plenty of lavish arena-bound action. The show-stopper, despite the obviousness of its artifice, may be Demetrius’ first go in the arena when, after surviving a round with the King of Cartoons (a young William Marshall as Glycon), Caligula orders that the tigers be loosed upon him. A skillful blend of composite effects and stunts with trained animals make the sequence a real thrill, even when the tigers inevitably end up appearing more friendly than threatening. With skilled stuntmen and fencing instructor Jean Heramans (Scaramouche) at his disposal, all-purpose director Delmer Daves (Dark Passage, 3:10 to Yuma) proves himself more than adept in delivering Demetrius‘ big-screen action set pieces. Though essentially bloodless (Demetrius typically finishes off his opponents by bopping them on the helmet, complete with a sanitized, meatless sound effect) the choreography and set-ups are quite good, particularly when Demetrius is in his revenge-fueled dual-bladed frenzy.

Demetrius and the Gladiators is rarely great film making, but it is never less than good enough. The wonderfully erratic work of Jay Robinson, whose Caligula slithers about his palace with cool, reptilian menace, and the bosom-heaving performance of Susan Hayward, tempting enough despite being but a shadow of the notorious historical Messalina, help to elevate the show beyond the cash-in ambitions of its producers, while the much maligned Wtf-Film favorite Victor Mature seems well at home in yet another religious epic (following his turns in Samson and Delilah, Androcles and the Lion, and The Robe). This is good stuff, provided you don’t take it too seriously, and essential viewing for sword and sandal buffs.

Whether due to deficiencies in the available source materials, the age of the HD transfer, or both, Demetrius and the Gladiators looks substantially weaker in its Blu-ray debut than either its predecessor The Robe or the impossibly vibrant The Egyptian - Fox’s other lavish CinemaScope religious epic from 1954. The presence of a variety of damage, ranging from minor dust and debris to larger blemishes and even a few nasty vertical scratches, indicates that at the very least Demetrius hasn’t been treated to the same level of restoration Fox has bestowed upon those other films. As such Demetrius offers perhaps the weakest HD video presentation yet for niche label Twilight Time, but I still found it an imminently watchable disc and easily the superior of past editions.

Presented at the appropriate extra-wide 2.55:1 aspect ratio, the 1080p transfer has a lower level of detail than even the limitations of early CinemaScope lenses can explain – a factor compounded by an especially course, unrefined grain structure (just compare the grain in the screenshots here to that of the DeLuxe CinemaScope The Egyptian or the Technicolor CinemaScope Picnic). While contrast is strong color saturation rarely follows suit, falling short of the sort of lushness Demetrius‘ original Technicolor prints would have exported and often lending the film a dusty, subdued appearance – the image also appears unnaturally dark and overly red to these eyes. Even with all that in mind the presentation still thoroughly trounces that of the older DVD edition (released a decade ago), and the imperfect image is free of any undue digital manipulations. Twilight Time provide their typically strong technical backing as well. The video is Mpeg-4 AVC-encoded at a healthy average bitrate of 33.2 Mbps, and the relatively short feature (at least by epic standards) stretches comfortably into dual layer territory.

Blu-ray screenshots were captured as full resolution .png in Totem Movie Player, and compressed to .jpg at a quality setting of 97% using the ImageMagick command line tool.

Far less troublesome is the audio, which presents Demetrius and the Gladiators‘ original 4-track surround mix in lossless DTS-HD MA. The separation here is notable, and obviously intended for BIG theatrical projection – even the dialogue makes full use of the track’s right, left, and center channels. While the dialogue and sound effect sound as strong as can be expected from the vintage mix it’s Franz Waxman’s exhilarating score (which also incorporates themes adapted from Alfred Newman’s score for The Robe) that really wows. Waxman’s compositions are as essential Demetrius‘s epic style as its enormous sets and color CinemaScope photography, and I found his heroic opening melody bouncing about in my brain long after the imagery had faded. The only drawback on the audio front is, again, a lack of optional English subtitles. Fox’s own editions always come with a mix of them, and that they aren’t even providing Twilight Time with an SDH track is a crying shame.

Supplements are light, as expected (and advertised), with an original trailer (in SD) providing the only video extra. The only other supplement is of excellent stuff, however – Franz Waxman’s score, included as an isolated DTS-HD MA 2.0 track. The Film Score Monthly CD issue of the same is long out of print, and the importance of its addition here should not be understated. Twilight Time’s typically excellent packaging (which amusingly reverses the trend of giving the word “GLADIATORS” dominance over the name of the film’s hero) is again highlighted by a liner essay from the esteemed Julie Kirgo, who clearly has a ball discussing the film even screenwriter Philip Dunne labelled a “harebrained adventure”.

Demetrius and the Gladiators may be a harebrained adventure, but it wouldn’t have retained a quarter of its substantial appeal if it were anything else. Though loaded with compulsory attempts at evoking the pious gravitas of its predecessor Demetrius is ultimately all about seeing its eponymous hero break as many commandments as his test-of-faith (and the Code) will allow, and while the final product may never reach the dizzying heights of vintage DeMille-ian excess (Sign of the Cross this isn’t) it still offers plenty of that indelible old-Hollywood spectacle. For their part Twilight Time have offered another solid Blu-ray treatment, even if the HD materials leave something to be desired. Recommended, if for the keen lossless audio options alone.



666 Beware the End is at Hand

March 31st, 2010 | article by | 2 Comments »
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It’s exciting new feature time here at Wtf-Film and I’m proud to announce the start of what I hope to be a weekly feature of this site: the Psychotronic Picture Show. This feature will be reserved for only the most exceptionally strange efforts that cross my proverbial doorstep, particularly efforts about which I’m at a loss to write in any traditional sense. First up is an appropriately bizarre Nollywood epic of the end times, the first of four (count ‘em!) video films that collectively constitute the greatest apocalyptic evangelical Christian series in the history of Nigerian cinema!

Christianity is a relatively new development in Nigerian history, the evangelical type even more so, and if recent studies are any indication the Good Word is spreading like wildfire. Faith of a fundamentalist variety has proven popular enough to spawn a successful sub-genre in Nollywood’s explosive video film industry (whose output is estimated to be as high as 200 films per month by some sources), a sub-genre that, in 2007, took the inevitable leap into full-on Left Behind end-of-the-world territory.

666 Beware the End is at Hand is the brainchild of pastor-turned-producer Kenneth Okonkwo (not to be confused with Nollywood acting icon Kenneth Okonkwo, who is as famous for his extra-marital promiscuity as he is for his acting chops), whose Global Updates Pictures company is behind such other faith dramas as Covenant Keeping God and Persecution. Okonkwo was obviously quite taken with his work, his likeness graces the entirety of the lengthy end credits scrawl, but who can blame him. If I were responsible for anything as bat-shit-crazy as 666 Beware the End is at Hand I’d be plastering my name and likeness all over it as well.

666 begins in Hell, or at least a grade-school quality plywood-and-blue-screen representation of such, where Lucifer (Emeka Ani), seated comfortably in his throne, sceptre in hand, chortles about his ownership of the Earth to his gallery of she-demons. It seems the time has come for the gates of Hell to open, and for an unsuspecting mankind to feel the wrath of their one true ruler. If that’s not a sign of good-times to come, I don’t know what is!

From Hell 666 spirals into a series of unfortunate events that have seemingly little to do with Lucifer or his minions, a taste of just how Godless and heathenistic modern Nigerian life has become. Apparently pregnant women can’t hitch rides with total strangers without having to worry about being mugged by gangs of murderous abortion-crazed psychopaths (!!), and landlords can’t evict unruly tenants for fear of foot-cursing death-dealing retribution.


Meanwhile, Lucifer’s earthbound demonic support team is busy, forcing prostitutes to lick their festering leg wounds (!!) in a disgusting Catch-22 to condemn their souls to eternal hell fire.

Not to be fooled is Pastor Lazarus (Fred Ariko), who has seen the signs and is fully aware of the lateness of the hour. With the souls of all un-converted mankind at stake, Pastor Lazarus goes on a one-man crusade to gather the faithful and shepherd any wayward sheep into God’s . . . farm? At any rate there is lots of preaching . . . preaching in the streets . . . preaching in the bars . . . preaching everywhere.

Lucifer is naturally displeased with the efforts of Pastor Lazarus, whom he watches on his magical stretchy pink television screen, and sends his chief minion Ken (Clems Ohameze) to the surface to set things right. Before you can say The Omen, Ken is running about in patricidal child form and causing all manner of devilish mischief.


Fitting in . . . well, not quite anywhere . . . is some super-hot Nollywood-style full-clothed demon-facilitated homosexual action, which involves lots of rolling around, groaning, and pained facial expressions.

Events come to a head rather unexpectedly, as Pastor Lazurus wanders across kiddy-Ken while overseeing a crusade. What ensues is an epic battle of good and evil, full of all the gripping suspense and fantastical imagery that a static camera angle and off-the-shelf video editing software can provide. Pastor Lazarus is triumphant, and evil put at bay . . . for now . . .


If it seems like plot is pretty slim in 666 Beware the End is at Hand, that’s because it is. Not that it matters, of course. What does matter is that 666 (and its three sequels, to be covered here later) is unencumbered mind-bending backyard-budgeted fundamentalist Christian silliness from start to finish. It may be diametrically opposed to the majority of my personal opinions, outright homophobic at times and with an utterly unforgiving stance on human morality, but for pure and unadulterated craziness it’s tough to beat.  Far more fun than I was expecting from the land of 419 advance fee email scams, and recommended!

666 Beware the End is at Hand is a production of Global Update Pictures, Ltd., and is not available on home video in the United States at this time.



Ghosts That Still Walk

July 17th, 2009 | article by | 1 Comment »
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James Flocker Enterprises [1977] 96′
country: United States
director: James T. Flocker
cast: Ann Nelson, Matthew Boston,
Rita Crafts, Jerry Jensen, Caroline Howe
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The teeth-grindingly sweet American teenager Mark (Matthew Boston) suffers from weird headaches and seizures. His doctors fail to find a physical explanation for the boy’s symptoms, but there is enough strangeness to his family back story to let them recommend psychiatrist and holistic weirdo Dr. Sills (Rita Crafts) to his grandmother Alice (Ann Nelson). Since the death of his grandfather Henry (Jerry Jensen) during a vacation trip with Alice and the nervous breakdown of his mother Ruth (Caroline Howe), Granny is the only grown-up taking care of Mark, and in her bible quoting, but sweet, way she’s more than willing to go to Dr. Sills if it is of any help to her grandson.

Now, if someone suffering from Mark’s problems came to you, you’d probably try and concentrate your first inquiries on him. Dr. Sills doesn’t. She seems a lot more interested in the grandparents’ deadly vacation trip and the notes his mother took while working on her last book, a treatise on a little known South-Western tribe of Native Americans.

Granny has repressed most of what happened on the fateful vacation in their camper, but every quack’s best friend – hypnosis – leads to the rather puzzling story of an invisible force taking control of the elderly couple’s car and driving them out into the desert where they are attacked by rolling stones (not the Rolling Stones, mind you). More invisible force shenanigans follow, until poor Henry dies from a heart attack while balancing on the top of a rampaging camper. Alice chooses to treat everything that has happened as a dream message send to her directly from her old buddy God, but mostly represses the whole incident.

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Even more interesting than the hypnosis session with the old woman is what her daughter’s notes have to say. Ruth found the mummy of a Native in the desert and got it into her head to revive the dead guy’s astral spirit (not to be confused with his physical or mental spirit, as the film helpfully explains) to learn all that is to learn about his tribe’s culture. Mummy-man is rather grumpy though, and bad things start to happen.

Of course, now that Dr. Sills is on the case, there’s just a little mumbo jumbo to go through until we get to something amounting to a happy ending.

Among the few people that know his name, Ghosts That Still Walk’s director James T. Flocker’s films have the reputation of being as weird as they are cheap, and Ghosts surely isn’t an exception. Part horror film, part new age idiocy fest, it is wholly peculiar.

Technically, there’s not too much to talk about here – for a locally produced low budget film, Ghosts looks nice enough. The acting’s not all terrible and everything does feel mostly competently made, but the plotting drags and meanders to get the film to a sellable running time, as is usual in this type of film.

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What is more interesting, and therefore actually worth talking about here, is the truly weird mood Flocker somehow summons out of a mobile home, a few unremarkable interiors and a whole lot of desert. It’s not a truly horrifying type of weirdness, but rather the feeling that something about the film is slightly off, as if Flocker was visiting us from a parallel dimension just a wee bit different from our own, a place where you just make a film about possessive spirits and rolling stones without showing the slightest bit of skepticism about your ideas and where no viewer has any disbelief that might need suspension.

Usually, I am quite annoyed when filmmakers throw their new age beliefs in my face (even I have standards regarding how much stupidity I am willing to take), but in this case I have no problems with making an exception for the sheer matter-of-factness of the film’s tone and the unusual nature of the rolling stone scenes. The latter aren’t as suspenseful as Flocker seems to have imagined them, but work as a perfect way to achieve that floating feeling non-mainstream cinema can induce in the brain.

The beauty of the whole thing is how little sense it makes to people not inhabiting the film maker’s mind, while it is completely obvious that to him, it all is perfectly sensible and logical.

There is a constant tension between the mundaneness of the non-desert places (too) much of Ghosts takes place in and Flocker’s bizarre brand of new age Christianity. It’s as if your pious but down to earth grandmother suddenly started to explain to you how perfectly common astral travel was in the bible, and reincarnation? Totally Jesus’ way!

One can feel an admirable stubbornness at work somewhere below the simple surface of the film.   While watching, I could never shake off the feeling that I was witnessing something intensely personal, made by a true believer in something that could never be properly articulated through a more common filmic language – something always waiting for a possibility to get out, yet never really able to.

I’d call the film a major achievement, if I only knew what exactly it does achieve, or what Flocker set out to achieve with it.

For more bizarre movie goodness, be sure
to visit Denis’ excellent review blog The Horror!?



Red Planet Mars

March 19th, 2009 | article by | No Comments »
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Melaby Pictures Corp. [1952] 87′
country: United States
directors: HARRY HORNER
cast: PETER GRAVES, ANDREA KING,
cast: HERBERT BERGHOF, WALTER SANDE

The planet Mars was no stranger to cinema screens in the beginning of the fifties. Flash Gordon had fought Ming the Merciless on the red planet as early as 1938, but it wasn’t until 1950′s DESTINATION MOON cash-inn ROCKETSHIP X-M made an unscheduled stop there en route to the moon that Mars began making appearances in the more serious science fiction efforts of the day. While the George Pal epic THE WAR OF THE WORLDS remains the most oft remembered of these, there were a host of others – one of the most obscure of these is the one covered here today, which seems to have slipped under the radar of most B-movie aficionados in spite of its being relatively available.

RED PLANET MARS begins with a startling astronomical discovery – Mars’ polar ice caps have, over the course of a week, all but disappeared, with the planet’s canals [an absurd idea popular for a brief time at the dawn of the 20th century that had been losing steam since around 1910] filling with the resulting melt water. The discovery gives much-needed inspiration to scientist Chris Cronyn [Graves], who is running the ultimate ham radio experiment – using his advanced transmitter, built from a design by genius ex-Nazi scientist Franz Calder [Berghof], to broadcast radio messages to Mars. Up until now he’s only received his own messages back in return – that all changes when Chris’ son give him the idea of sending the first few numbers of Pi without rounding the last digit. Once their original message – 3.1415 – is replied to with 3.1415926, everything changes.

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