Posts Tagged ‘Ghosts’

Real Pocong, The

Friday, February 26th, 2010

company: Sinemart Pictures
year: 2009
runtime: 97′
country: Indonesia
director: Hanny R. Saputra
cast: Sakinah Dava Erawan, Nabila Syakieb,
Ashraf Sinclair, Kinaryosih
writer: Aramantono
cinematography: Khatulistiwa
not on home video in the USA

As is somewhat traditional in films, a small, young family consisting of mother Rin(i) (Nabila Syakieb), father (I)Van (Ashraf Sinclair) and little daughter Laura (Sakinah Dava Erawan) moves into a new home in the country, although as a non-Indonesian I’d call it “the jungle” or at least “the deep dark woods”.

Rini and Van are enthusiastic about their new house. It was cheap, and there are none of the dangers of the city threatening their daughter now. One would think that the country air could also be good for Laura’s asthma. There’s a certain lack of neighbours, though, with the only person living nearby the young physician Dr. Nila (Kinaryosih). At least she’s friendly and could probably be of help when little Laura has one of her attacks.

Less friendly are other inhabitants of the area. Right on the family’s first day in the new house, Laura follows a strange, unsmiling girl of about her own age deeper into the woods, until she comes to a weather-beaten old shack beside a well. There, the other girl seems to disappear into thin air. Instead, something dressed in white funeral shrouds jumps Laura.

When Rini finds her deeply disturbed daughter, she can’t get a word out of the girl, and puts her strange behaviour on an understandable reaction to the new environment. In truth, a pocong (female Indonesian ghost dressed in white shrouds that often seems to have religious connotations I won’t pretend to understand) has taken an interest in the girl. At first, it seems relatively benign, turning into a kitten and sneaking into Laura’s room, or singing her lullabies, but just too soon the ghost again lures the girl to the shack.

Only this time, Laura doesn’t return.

The police (who are never actually shown by the film) find not a trace of the child, nor any explanation of what happened, so the desperate Rini seeks the help of a medium, very much against Van’s will. The medium diagnoses the place to be haunted and declares a pocong to be the child snatcher, but seems unwilling to act on her findings. Only when Van calls her out in a fit of aggressive scepticism she deigns to do something, and I can’t say that I find giving the sceptic an amulet that is supposed to help him cross over to the spirit world and then drive away never to return to be a very responsible action.

Surprisingly enough, Van actually uses the amulet to cross over (through a gate of pine trees, no less), and manages to bring Laura back. Of course, this is not the end of the family’s troubles.

The more films of the (as it seems still merrily continuing) Indonesian horror film boom I see, the more impressed I am with it. Of course, quite a few of the films are terribly generic, or marred by the sort of comic relief that is neither comical, nor any kind of relief, but you can say that of every country’s genre film output at the best of times. The important thing is the good films, and the good horror films made in Indonesia in the last five years or so tend to be very good, and quietly ambitious in exploring the possibilities of their genre.

The Real Pocong definitely is one of those good films. Directed by Hanny R. Saputra (whose other films I unfortunately know next to nothing about), it is a film that treats its horror story as a fairy tale. One just needs to have a look at the plot structure - like the way the film uses repetition - or the elements (the deep dark wood, the road into the other world, the child-snatching supernatural creature etc) of the plot to realize this.

The characters are more archetypes than psychologically “realistic” people. As such, they don’t always act as rational or logical as some viewers might want them to – especially Rini’s inability to completely understand what is happening around her in the final third of the film could be very problematic to some – but I’m not too sure I would find people learning that their little daughter has been kidnapped by a ghost and then acting rationally and logically that much more believable. Thankfully, the handful of actors is good enough to provide performances which do not confuse the archetypal with the inhuman.

I was especially impressed by Sakinah Dava Erawan. Child actors are often terrible, and I find it somewhat unfair to blame them for it, seeing that they just don’t have much life experience they could draw from, but I didn’t find it difficult at all to sympathize with this little girl. Cleverly, the first part of The Real Pocong lets the film’s audience share Laura’s perspective, her mixture of terror and wonder and the naturalness with which she treats the stranger occurrences around her; as a child, she doesn’t have the grip on what should be reality and what not a grown-up possesses, and because we share her view of the world, we don’t get to have that grip either.

As any good fairy tale would, the movie does well addressing anxieties people typically don’t want to be confronted with quite directly. The Laura-centric half of the film embodies many childhood anxieties. It’s not only the more banal ones like “the thing in the cupboard” or “the thing under the bed”, but the fear of not being understood by one’s parents, and the more painful fear of not being able to trust them.

The second half of the film puts the same (slightly painful) spotlight on the big parental fear of the loss of one’s child without going down either the road of Spielbergian kitsch, nor that of exploitative melodrama.

Apart from that, The Real Pocong also manages to be quite creepy (again, as a good fairy tale should be). While some of the special effects look a bit ropey, the production design and photography are excellent. This is one of the few horror films whose actions take place nearly entirely by daylight, and it proves that a director who knows what he’s doing doesn’t need darkness to build a mood of dread.

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

Screen at Kamchanod, The

Friday, December 18th, 2009

postera.k.a Pee chang nang
year:
2007
runtime: 94′
country: Thailand
director: Songsak Mongkolthong
cast:
Achita Pramoj Na Ayudhya,
Pakkaramai Potranan, Namo Tongkumnerd
writer: Songsak Mongkolthong
cinematographer
: Chitti Urnorakankij
not on home video in the USA
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In 1987, two movie projectionists running one of the mobile movie screens typical of rural Thailand of the time were hired to screen a film in an empty field lying right in the middle of the jungle.

At first, there didn’t seem to be an audience, but sometime in the middle of the film, people suddenly appeared in the field only to disappear again without a trace a little later. The projectionists returned to Bangkok and have themselves seemingly disappeared.

Now, twenty years later, the physician Dr. Yuth (Achita Pramoj Na Ayudhya) has become obsessed with the story. Yuth is convinced that the occurences at Kamchanod are the proof for the existence of the paranormal, namely ghosts, and that if he could only repeat the screening of the same film in the same place, he could gather this proof for all the world to see and admire him.

With the help of a former journalist and his wife the Doctor manages to discover the whereabouts of the missing projectionists – one of them is now a mentally disturbed old man deathly afraid of something an amulet he holds onto for dear life is supposed to protect him from, spending his life seemingly permanently chained to a hospital bed. The other died shortly after the original screening in a fire in his own Bangkok cinema.

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Nonetheless, the mysterious film has somehow survived the fire. Yuth decides that a pre-screening is in order and watches the film together with his bruised and battered girlfriend Orn (Pakkaramai Potranan), his research assistant and his wife and the young homeless junkie Roj (Namo Tongkumnerd) who has been quite helpful in the search for the film with his knack for opening locks. The film itself isn’t in the best of states and doesn’t make much sense anyhow, but watching it seems to open a door.

The small group finds itself no longer alone in the cinema. They are beleagered by apparitions always keeping just outside of view, until something seems to break through the ceiling, and everyone finds themselves in their beds, without a clue of what truly happened to them or how they even left the cinema.

After that experience, things quickly deteriorate. Everyone in the small group is again and again frightened and attacked by ghosts, until people crack and begin to die. The only hope for survival and sanity seems to be the repeat screening at Komchanod.

The supernatural however, isn’t the largest problem the characters have to cope with. There is something terribly wrong in the relationship between Yuth and Orn, so wrong that the young woman tries to seek Roj’s help – with less than pleasant results for her.

The Screen at Komchanod is only the directorial debut of Songsak Mongkolthong, but it is quite an achievement. For the first part of its runtime, the film disguises itself as pure, scare-oriented horror cinema without much interest in commenting on the human condition (or the weather). I certainly wouldn’t have held it against the film if it had stayed that way, because Mongkolthong is very adept at timing the scary ghost stuff just right, and this type of horror is mostly about the timing. Also on the plus side when it comes to the scares is Mongkolthong’s scarce use of the dreaded jump and whoosh cuts. There are some of them in the film, but not enough to get annoying.

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The ghosts themselves are very well done too, keeping well inside the traditions of Thai horror cinema, but tending to the more grotesque side of that tradition, granting the film more than one moment of finely disturbing visuals. It is certainly interesting to add that Mongkolthong isn’t shy at all about showing us a lot of the ghosts, often even in good light, something that could have gone terribly wrong with cheap or unintentionally ridiculous looking creatures. Fortunately, the special effects crew is more than up to the task and delivers some very memorable creatures (personal favorites: the ghost with the hand problem and the fat white guy).

During the course of the film, it turns out that just scaring and disturbing his viewer isn’t all Mongkolthong is interested in – the farther the plot comes along, the more emphasis is put on the complete emotional and moral brokenness of its characters who are all abusers and abused of one type or the other, with special interest on the thinness of the line that can divide the abused from the abuser.

This theme isn’t exactly uncommon in Thai horror cinema, but the other genre films interested in it I have seen believe in things like hope and redemption. The Screen isn’t that optimistic - the only character who can be called innocent dies after going through an even more terrible ordeal than the rest of them, while the plot’s only survivor certainly doesn’t deserve his survival in the sense that he has learned something from what has happened to him or tries to better himself, but only survives to perpetuate the supernatural cycle anyway.

The Screen at Kamchanod’s take on horror as a combination of ghosts, the grotesque and subtle misanthropy is one I’d like to see more of from Thai cinema in the future, although the disquieting effect this style of film can have is certainly not for everyone.

Right now, I feel a strong need to watch something fluffy, with unicorns.

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

Hantu Jeruk Purut

Friday, November 27th, 2009

company: Indika Entertainment
year: 2006
runtime: 87′
country: Indonesia
director:
Koya Pagayo
cast: Angie Virgin, Samuel Z. Heckenbucker,
Sheila Marcia
writer: Ery Sofid
not on home video in the USA

Three friends are visiting an old cemetary by night. It is said that if an odd number of people circles the cemetary seven times, they will see the beheaded ghost of a priest who is supposed to haunt this place.

The legend turns out to be true. For some reason, it has missed the part about the ghost then slaughtering the odd number of people in a Final Destination-like semi-accident.

Romance writer Anna is trying to branch out by writing a non-fiction book about the supernatural. Unfortunately, she has decided on the same cursed cemetary as base for her book. After a short visit there of her own, the ghost starts to follow her around threateningly, or rather, the ghosts do - apart from the beheaded guy pittoresquely carrying his head in his hand, there is also a rotting and pale female ghost and a ghostly dog. Most active of them is the woman. She warns Anna that she’d better stop writing lies about them, but doesn’t give her much time to reconsider her writing or bothers to explain what exactly she is talking about.

Instead, the headless kills Anna in another strange semi-accident. While she’s bleeding to death (or is already dead – the film is never making this clear), Anna calls the student Rin (Angie Virgin), an acquaintance and aspiring writer herself, to beg her to finish the book for her.

Even after discovering the corpse of her idol, Rin decides to respect the dead woman’s wish. It’s not as if she hadn’t enough problems of her own, living with a mother who has become clinically depressed after divorce and Valen, the assholish boyfriend of her best friend Nadine trying to creep himself into her heart. The new writing project however grabs the girl at her ambition.

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Together with Nadine and Valen, Rin visits the cemetary, does her seven rounds and is from then on haunted by the ghosts herself. The girl isn’t dissuaded from her course by spooky visions, though, and soon the ghosts put their energy into harassing her friends and her mother whose fragile state of mind seems to make her quite attractive to unfriendly spooks.

Koya Pagayo’s Hantu Jeruk Purut is an extremely competent effort in the seemingly neverending struggle of a handful of Indonesian production houses to mix the more international version of the still popular Japanese ghost horror genre no reasonable person will call “J-horror” with typical teen horror and Indonesian ghosts and spooks. Describing it as “Final Destination meets Ju-On” wouldn’t be too wrong, but is also meaner than the film deserves.

My first impression on watching the film was one of craftsmanship and competence. I don’t know if this is typical of the films of Koya Pagayo, or if this one is an island of competence in the cheap mire that seems to make up about half of contemporary Indonesian horror (which is of course still a much better quota than we get from US horror), or if he is always this confident a director, but I am bound to find out sooner rather than later.

As is typical for films I praise with the less than enthusiastic word “competent”, Hantu Jeruk Purut impresses mostly through the avoidance of certain mistakes which too many other films seem to be seeking out with a true enthusiasm for wrong artistic choices.

Here, you won’t see supposedly ultra-hip young characters, nor experience the special kind of annoyance that comes with supposedly scary sequences only based on jump scares, nor will you have trouble parsing what happens on screen because the camera shakes as if held by an epileptic in the throes of a fit.

The young protagonists may be prettier than is realistic (not that I’m complaining, mind you) and have to deal with some soap operatic problems, but the film does not seem interested in glamour – something which usually is a bad fit for horror – and times its moments of melodrama quite well, never falling in the “too much boyfriend and not enough ghosts” trap. It does of course help that the actors playing them aren’t half bad.

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When it comes to the scares, Pagayo prefers the long shot of a ghost behind or floating over one of his protagonists to shouting “boo!” into his viewers’ faces, at first trying to build a mood before escalating the horror. This isn’t to say that there are no jump scares at all here, but rather that Pagayo uses other techniques in the horror book as well, which makes the few jump scares a bit more unexpected again. It’s also nice to have a relatively good look at the rather neat looking ghosts.

I really liked the way the film at first jumps into the horror action, but then decelartes for a slow build up and slow escalation to its plot until the loud and fast finale in a hospital. It’s an old-fashioned yet satisfying sort of structure.

Also worth mentioning, especially for people who know and dread the often clunky and ill-fitting way Indonesian horror uses comic relief, is that the film eschews humor completely apart from a moment in the introduction and one in the outro, which aren’t even all that painful.

The film’s big weakness and the point that could very well make you enjoy the film a lot less than I did is that it is not original at all in the elements it contains. We all have seen these kind of ghosts, these sorts of deaths and these characters a hundred times before in other films, screaming, running, dying and making creepy noises while crawling around on the floor. However, I can’t say that I mind much, or rather, I like many of the elements that make up the genre called “horror” and am watching horror films not necessarily for completely new experiences (although I’m fine with those), but for the way any given film mixes and matches the familiar elements, sometimes giving them unexpected twists, sometimes just repeating them in hopefully satisfying ways.

“Satisfying” is a good word for the way Hantu Jerak Purut turned out for me, and while it isn’t as brilliant as Rizal Mantovani’s Kuntilanak trilogy, it is a more than worthy part of the Indonesian horror boom.

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

Seance

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
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cover of Home Vision Entertainment's DVD of SEANCE - artwork copyright 2005 Public Media Inc.

a.k.a. Korei
companies: Twins Japan
and Kansai Telecasting Corp.,
Daiei Co. Ltd for theatrical
year: 2000
runtime: 97′
country: Japan
director: Kiyoshi Kurosawa
writers: Tetsuya Onishi
and Kiyoshi Kurosawa
cast: Koji Yakusho, Jun Fukubi,
Tsuyoshi Kusanagi, Kitarou,
Ittoku Kishibe, Sho Aikawa
dvd company: Home Vision Entertainment
release date: May 17, 2005
retail price: $24.95
disc details: Region 1 / single layer
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Plot: Sato (Koji Yakusho), a television sound designer, supports his wife Junko (Jun Fukubi), whose psychic abilities prevent her from keeping a steady job.  One day a young kidnapped girl accidentally lands in their care.  Rather than reporting her discovery immediately to the authorities, Junko decides to keep the child in their home for a few days while feeding the police clues purportedly gained by her psychically.  But things take a turn for the worse when the child accidentally dies in Junko and Sato’s care . . .

Based on the novel Seance on a Wet Afternoon by Mark McShane, which was previously (and more directly) adapted into a 1964 film starring Richard Attenborough and directed by Bryan Forbes, SEANCE is another fine genre-defying turn for Kiyoshi Kurosawa.  Originally produced on 16mm for Japanese television, the film (like SERPENT’S PATH and EYES OF THE SPIDER before it) was bumped to 35mm and given a theatrical release there in 2001 before making its way to home video in North American in 2005.

Those expecting a straight horror film should check those expectations at the door, as SEANCE is a drama before it’s anything else.  Unlike in the novel on which it is based, the crime that provides the impetus for the story is not initially committed by the family at its center.  The convergence of the two, a kidnapping for ransom perpetrated by a man unknown and the middle-aged married life of an imperfect but generally happy couple, is purely accidental.  Junko is shown to be a person with genuine ability as a medium but  little notoriety and no ambition – she spends her days attending to infrequent customers wishing to resolve their issues with the dead.  Her only claim to fame is her participation in the graduate research of a psychology student at the local university.

It is through this graduate student that Junko is first contacted about the kidnapping case, the police hoping that a medium might help them find the girl, or at least give the investigation a direction.  She accepts out of an honest desire to help, having no idea that the kidnapped girl she’s helping to find had made her way into one of her husband’s equipment trunks while he was doing live sound recording a few days earlier.

The discovery of the kidnapped girl in her own home changes Junko completely, and she suddenly sees her involvement in the case a giant step towards fame – a way to financially better both herself and the husband she’s depended upon so much in the past.  Sato is resistant to her scheme at first, desiring only to phone either the hospital so that the girl can get the care she needs, but is suckered into it all the same, agreeing to go along with it even after the girl sees his face.  Everything goes well for the first few days, and Junko is nearly ready to reveal the girl’s location (where she and Sato plan to take her) when the unimaginable happens . . .

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The cause of the girl’s death is left  open-ended by Kurosawa, who hints that it may be a result of a lack of emergency care while likewise suggesting that Sato may have killed her himself (we last see her alive in his arms, being muffled so that a polieceman visiting with Junko downstairs won’t hear her).  Whichever the case may be, the death throws a gigantic wrench into Junko’s plan.  She begins pondering on how to go about luring detectives to the girl’s buried body while the ghost of the child lingers over Sato and herself like a guilty conscience.

While Kurosawa provides glimpses of the supernatural early on (a seance, strange voices on an effects recording, and even an apparition seen by Junko in a restaurant where she works briefly), it is only in the last half hour that the ghostly element of the story begins to play into the plot more directly.  The ghost of the girl takes to haunting the couple, with them for every moment of their waking lives as a reminder of the death they had allowed to happen.  Things take occasional sidesteps into the bizarre, as when Sato sets fire to the doppelganger he finds sitting in his backyard (a scene scored, in strange appropriateness, with bagpipes), but always pertain to the narrative at hand.  By the time Junko calls the detectives for a final seance it is already clear that neither she nor her husband will escape retribution, be it supernatural or more earthly in origin.

No one handles space quite like Kurosawa, and his use of it (and uncanny monaural sound mixing) to evoke distinct atmosphere and emotion is in top form here.  One scene has Sato’s boss sharing a recording on which he’s sure he’s heard voices.  It ends in a single uninterrupted shot: The boss tries to shake his uneasy feelings by wandering away from the tape deck and the camera follows Sato, who begins walking away to take care of other business.  At the last moment the camera crash pans, settling on a closeup of the disturbed face of Sato’s boss, his hands clenching a headset tightly to his ears. Kurosawa wears his influences on his sleeve, and they lie at least as much with Kubrick as the exploitation of the ’60s and ’70s – late in the film Sato is seen alone with the trunk in which he’s buried the dead girl in a scene that evokes that director in a very 2001 kind of way.

The need to update Mark McShane’s novel in both time and place offered Kurosawa and co-writer Tetsuya Onishi numerous opportunities to explore philosophical ground left untouched in the source in the ambiguous style typical of the director.  Exemplative of such is Sato’s hiring of a Shinto priest (Sho Aikawa in a brief but memorable role) to exorcise his house.  Sato asks the priest if hell exists, and is told that it does if you believe in it and doesn’t if you don’t.  Sato follows with another quetsion: “Which do you?”  The priest answers, “I don’t know.”  The writing process also allowed Kurosawa to interject his growing fascination with the idea of doppelgangers, a fascination that would result in his much underrated comedy DOPPELGANGER three years later.

Home Vision Entertainment has distributed the bulk of the few Kiyoshi Kurosawa films available in America and released both SEANCE and the truly bizarre CHARISMA to domestic DVD in 2005.  Their disc of SEANCE is typical of the company’s high standards.  The progressive transfer is presented in the originally intended flat full screen ratio and does a fine, if imperfect, job of representing the 16mm photography.  Detail is limited and the image can look a bit soft overall, but damage is minimal and I suspect the film looks as it did when first aired in 2000.  The monaural audio is quiet, restrained, and very reprasentative of the original mix, and comes augmented with optional and exceptional English subtitles.  Supplements include a 00710 minute interview with the director (in Japanese with optional English subtitles), trailers for SEANCE, CURE, and CHARISMA and 2 pages of liner notes by Gabe Klinger.

This is one of the simplest of Kurosawa’s films and one of the easiest to recommend to general audiences.  There’s nothing at all wrong with the Home Vision Entertainment DVD, and it can be had for considerably below retail through some of Amazon.com’s third party sellers.  Both come highly recommended from this reviewer.

Ghosts That Still Walk

Friday, July 17th, 2009

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!?

Centipede Horror

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

a.k.a. Wu Gong Zhou / Centipede Curse
company: Nikko International
year: 1984
runtime: 93′
country: Hong Kong
director: Keith Li
cast: Hussein Abu Hassan, Chu-kwong Chan,
F.C. Chan, Lai Fun Chan, Suet Ming Chan
writer: Amy Chan Suet-Ming
cinematographers:
Lee Yip
and Ma Gam-Cheung
not on home video in the USA

This film is, in a word, infamous.  To understand why one need only take a gander at the extensive list of plot keywords available for it over at the IMDB, where things like “vomit”, “cattle mutilation”, “gang rape”, and “genocide” are some of the more mundane of the lot.  The reviews there are a confounding mess, and tend to focus on how disturbed the viewers were by seeing the film rather than on the film itself – and those that buck the trend often sound like they’re describing entirely different movies.  Making things more difficult for those looking to make heads or tails of the production [like me, for example] is its almost complete absence from the annals of film criticism, online or otherwise.

My hunt for information on this title was frustrating at best, leaving me with more questions than I had answers – like just how it became so infamous to begin with, when it’s so obscure and lacking in critical coverage.  Of course, the only way for me to really answer any of the questions raised [and figure out just what the hell the fuss at IMDB is about] was by watching the film.  With a little patience and the help of my favorite cult film torrent site, I set out to do just that.

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