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The Long Island Cannibal Massacre

October 30th, 2009 | article by | No Comments »
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BOXcompany: Happy Enterprises
year: 1980
runtime: 91′
country: United States
director: Nathan Schiff
cast: John Smihula, Fred Borges,
Michael Siegal, Paul Smihula,
Richard Stone, Nancy Canberg
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A pair of murderous madmen (one wearing a pillow case and goggles) butcher Long Island locals for Jack (Fred Borges) so that he might feed his family, who are suffering from a bizarre cannibal leprosy.  Inspector Cameron (John Smihula), having discovered the remains of a young woman on an isolated beach, works to track down the killers.

Nathan Schiff strikes again!  This, his second Super 8mm feature, was produced shortly after WEASELS RIP MY FLESH and continues in that effort’s tradition of blending creature-feature homage with ridiculous no-budget gore effects.  The scale is increased in some ways and pared down in others, in accordance with lessons learned during the making of WEASELS.  You won’t find any tabletop trips to Venus or desk lamps standing in for rocketships here, but rest assured that the lengtheir and more focused narrative of THE LONG ISLAND CANNIBAL MASSACRE offers up plenty of inspired insanity all the same.

As with all his productions, Schiff wears his inspirations on his sleave.  Inspector Cameron is a cop of the Dirty Harry variety, fed up with the system and itching for a chance to take his quest for justice offroad.  002A spate of gruesome homicides seem to be just what the doctor ordered, and Cameron is off the force and on his own in no time.  But this inspector has more than just a chip on his shoulder, and his character arc takes  some truly unexpected turns by the end of things.

The rest of the story, focusing on Jack and his hired serial killers, is a madcap mash-up of H. G. Lewis-esque ultra-violence and odes to the classic Roger Corman monster pictures of old.  A scene halfway through, in which one of Jack’s family dies of starvation because he’s not strong enough to fight for food, is an almost verbatim replay of one from Corman’s THE DAY THE WORLD ENDED.  The relationship between Jack and his hungry father echos that of Lee Van Cleef and the Venusian in IT CONQUERED THE WORLD, though the monster’s plans here are even more twisted as he goes about the countryside raping young women so that he might raise a race of cannibal children!

As the title (and any experience with Schiff’s other work) might suggest, there’s gore to be had in spades here.  The film opens with a tour-de-force,  Jack’s hired killers attacking a young woman with a lawnmower, and doesn’t let up much from there.  The graphic imagery on display is gruesome, and the camera hovers lovingly over each of the 003gut-ripping and head-smashing setups – there’s no room for the squeamish here.  The conclusion is the best of Schiff’s career, bringing the killers, Inspector Cameron, Jack and his chainsaw-wielding monster of a dad neatly together for a grue-strewn death battle of epic proportions.

From a purely technical standpoint, THE LONG ISLAND CANNIBAL MASSACRE is a big step up from Schiff’s previous film.  Writing, photography, and editing are all improved, and the frequent action scenes are particularly well handled.  This is still an amateur effort, to be sure, but there’s something undeniably infectious about the enthusiasm of a teenager who decided one day to shoot an 8mm feature film, and did.

Never intended for any sort of widespread consumption, Image Entertainment saw fit to release THE LONG ISLAND 005CANNIBAL MASSACRE along with WEASELS RIP MY FLESH and THEY DON’T CUT THE GRASS ANYMORE to home video in February of 2004.  While not so feature-laden as those other two discs, Image’s DVD of MASSACRE is still impressive, especially for a film so obscure as this.

Image presents THE LONG ISLAND CANNIBAL MASSACRE in its original full-screen aspect ratio in an interlaced transfer.  The footage still looks very rough at times, exhibiting scratches and speckles that have been inherent in the source since it was first edited together.  But once one looks beyond the aesthetic limitations of a 29 year old feature shot on 8mm reversal film things don’t seem so bad.  There has been a good deal of color correction work, and I doubt the image could be improved drastically beyond this without an extensive (and expensive) restoration effort behind it.  The audio fares quite well, with dialogue and stock music cues carrying through quite nicely.  Some alterations were made to the score along the way to account for unlicensed music, but the new tracks merge well with the rest.

Supplements include interviews with writer / producer / director Schiff as well as his chief cast members, Fred Borges and John Smihula.  Smihula practically carries the film, playing a cop, a killer, a mutant, and Borges’ monster dad!  Also 007included is a feature commentary track with Schiff that brings the production information available here into full-on overkill mode.  Trailers for all three of the Image-released Schiff films are to be found as well, though there are no shorts made available here as they were with the other two DVDs.

The collected works of Nathan Schiff are certainly an acquired taste, and one I’ve railed against in the past.  But as with everything else, opinions change.  THE LONG ISLAND CANNIBAL MASSACRE is a grim sort of cornball insanity and I don’t mind saying that I enjoyed every minute of it – and what a title!  Recommended.



They Don’t Cut the Grass Anymore

June 2nd, 2009 | article by | No Comments »
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Hedge Productions [1984] 70′
country: United States
director: NATHAN SCHIFF
cast: JOHN SMIHULA, ADAM BERKE,
cast: MARY SPADARO, LEANNA MANGIARANO
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When I was in junior high I had a few friends who made short action comedies starring their extensive collections of Star Wars action figures. While I’d hazard to call them films, the penny productions were certainly entertaining for all their creaky stop motion work and in-camera audio recording – and I’ll be damned if those kids didn’t have at least as much fun making them as the rest of us did watching them. I only ever made two shorts myself, both as parts of school projects [one regarding the Civil War and the other a dramatic rendition of the hypothetical trial of Montag from Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 - the latter concluded with a showcase of my awesome model of the mechanical hound from the story, made by shoving pencils into a 2 liter soda bottle and covering the lot of it with aluminum foil]. Both have undoubtedly been lost to the sands of time, which I don’t consider unfortunate in the least.

I make this odd introduction to my past by way of an apology to the director of the film in question today – Nathan Schiff. It was only a few months ago that I was giving his debut feature WEASELS RIP MY FLESH a sound critical lashing, something I’ve come to regret [and, more importantly, intend to correct]. You see, Schiff’s film sprouted from the same youthful naivety that produces sitcoms starring Gammoreans and flying foil-covered soda bottle attack dogs. At the age of seventeen and with a ludicrously low $400 dollars at his disposal, Schiff wrote, directed, and edited a feature-length color sound Super 8mm film. More amazing still is the fact that the feature, originally circulated beyond regional screenings via Schiff’s own video masters, has since made its way to a legitimate special edition DVD [restored, no less!] from one of the biggest names in the home video business.

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Weasels Rip My Flesh

October 29th, 2008 | article by | 2 Comments »
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Rodent Films [1979] 61′
country: United States
director: NATHAN SCHIFF
cast: JOHN SMIHULA, FRED BORGES,
cast: FRED DABBY, JODY KADISH

WEASELS RIP MY FLESH is probably the worst film ever made and a movie only in the sense that the images it is comprised of were photographed in such a way as to impart motion. In all the land of zero-budget 8mm features, this is the GIGLI to THE DEAD NEXT DOOR‘s BEN-HUR. Yes, my friends and humble readers, WEASELS RIP MY FLESH is truly that bad.

“This is judgment day for those of you unlucky enough to have been born this day,” clumsily espouses the opening narration (that line’s sentiments are sure to be echoed by the majority of audiences) in a bit of useless filler that has us viewing a travelogue-esque shot of a forest as cannily recorded dialogue drones on in a manner that would have made Criswell turn over in his grave – a minute and fifty two seconds later the events of the film proper begins.

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