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Dark and Stormy Night

August 23rd, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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film rating:
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company: Bantam Street
year: 2009
runtime: 93′
director: Larry Blamire
cast: Jim Beaver, Jennifer Blaire,
Larry Blamire, Brian Howe,
Dan Conroy, Robert Deveau,
Bruce French, Betty Garrett
writer: Larry Blamire
cinematography: Anthony J. Rickert-Epstein
music: Christopher Caliendo
Reviewed from a screener provided
by Shout! Factory, LLC.
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Dark and Stormy Night made its DVD premiere on the 17th of August courtesy of Shout! Factory, and can currently be ordered through Amazon.com and other online retailers.

Plot: A motley assortment of people converge on an old mansion to hear the reading of a will, only to be murdered one by one by an unseen assailant.

Ah, Larry Blamire strikes again. In the interest of full disclosure I’m no fan of the writer / director / actor, and my only other experience with his work (The Lost Skeleton Returns Again, released on DVD day and date with this) left me utterly underwhelmed and even a little pissed that I had expended the minimum of effort required to screen it. Dark and Stormy Night improves slightly upon that picture, if only because it never devolves into a protracted and clumsy back and forth over double negatives, but that’s faint praise indeed.

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Piranha

August 2nd, 2010 | article by | 1 Comment »
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company: New World Pictures
year: 1978
runtime: 94′
director: Joe Dante
cast: Bradford Dillman, Heather Menzies,
Kevin McCarthy, Keenan Wynn,
Dick Miller, Barbara Steele,
Belinda Balaski, Melody Scott
Paul Bartel, Bruce Gordon
writer: John Sayles
and Richard Robinson
cinematography: Jamie Anderson
music: Pino Donaggio
Reviewed from a screener provided
by Shout! Factory, LLC.
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Piranha is due out on special edition DVD and Blu-ray from Shout! Factory on August 3rd (the 32nd anniversary of its original theatrical debut). The title can currently be pre-ordered through Amazon.com and other online retailers.

Plot: While investigating the disappearance of a pair of teenagers a private detective and an alcoholic recluse inadvertently release a swarm of genetically engineered Vietnam-era weapons-grade piranha into a river just upstream from a recently constructed tourist trap.

A king among low budget cult films, Piranha is easily one of the most successful and best remembered of the movies produced by and released through Roger Corman’s New World Pictures. Directed by Joe Dante (Gremlins) from a sharp script by John Sayles (Alligator, Passion Fish) and cast with an impressive slate of name stars and cult icons including Bradford Dillman (Bug, The Swarm), Kevin McCarthy (Invasion of the Body Snatchers), Keenan Wynn (Once Upon a Time in the West) and Barbara Steele (Black Sunday, Shivers), the film blends gory horror with a wickedly sardonic sense of humor to make inimitable B-movie gold.

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Eagles Over London

July 24th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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a.k.a. Battle Squadron / La Battaglia D’inghilterra
film rating:
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company:
Fida Cinematografica
year: 1969
runtime: 112′
director: Enzo G. Castellari
cast: Frederick Stafford, Van Johnson,
Francisco Rabal, Ida Galli, Luigi Pistilli
disc company: Severin Films
retail price: $34.95
release date: October 13, 2009
disc details: Region A / Single Layer BD25
video: 1080p HD
audio: Dolby Digital 2.0 English
subtitles: none
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reviewed from a screener provided
by Severin Films LLC

In 1940 the Nazi army attempts an insidious plot (can a Nazi plot ever be anything other than insidious?). A command of German soldiers, dressed as Englishmen with papers stolen from the recently dead, are to infiltrate England and sabotage a cutting-edge radar system that has been put into operation there. It’s up to the suspicious Captain Stevens (Frederick Stafford, Werewolf Woman) and his unwilling ally Air Marshall Thompson (the very American Van Johnson, Brigadoon), with whose mistress Stevens is having an affair, to foil the plot before it’s too late, and the full force of the Luftwaffe is amassed against them.

From the moment the leader of the German saboteurs (Luigi Pistilli, The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly) angrily demands that his comrades speak English, not German, audiences know just what sort of war film they’re in for.  Pistilli’s order even makes it to the Nazi high command, where the generals inexplicably speak English as well!  The Longest Day this certainly isn’t, but Enzo G. Castellari’s (The Inglorious Bastards) war-epic-cum-pulp-espionage-thriller is no less fun for its brainlessness.

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Salvage

June 29th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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companies: Hoax Films,
The UK Film Council, BBC Films, Northwest
Vision and Media, Digital Departures,
The Liverpool Culture Company
year: 2009
runtime: 75′
director: Lawrence Gough
cast: Neve McIntosh, Shaun Dooley,
Linzey Cocker, Dean Andrews,
Shahid Ahmed, Trevor Hancock
writers: Lawrence Gough,
Colin O’Donnell and Alan Pattinson
cinematography: Simon Tindall
music: Stephen Hilton
Reviewed from a screener provided
by Revolver Entertainment
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Salvage is due for release on DVD from Revolver Entertainment on July 6th, and is currently available for pre-order through Amazon.com and other online retailers.

Over the past decade the British Isles have become ground zero for modern low budget horror.  Motivated by the success of Danny Boyle’s comparatively lavish 28 Days Later (produced for around $10 million) aspiring filmmakers looking to cut their teeth on the genre have been pouring from the woodwork as of late.  2009’s Salvage follows in the frugal footsteps of The Dead Outside and Colin, and makes for a promising if imperfect feature film debut for writer and director Lawrence Gough.

Salvage begins quietly enough, with teenager Jodie (Linzey Cocker, Is Anybody There?) traveling to a quiet suburban cul-de-sac to spend Christmas with her divorced mother Beth (Neve McIntosh, Bodies).  None too pleased with the prospect of spending the holiday with her mother to begin with, things become more complicated when Jodie happens upon the woman in the midst of a casual sexual encounter with Kieran (Shaun Dooley, the Red Riding trilogy).  Understandably perturbed by the sight of her mother bonking about with an unknown gent (and on Christmas Eve, no less!), Jodie storms out of her mother’s house and across the street to spend the rest of the holiday with one of her childhood friends.
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Daybreakers

May 18th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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rating:
company: Lionsgate
and FFC Australia
year: 2010
runtime: 97′
directors: Michael Spierig
and Peter Spierig
cast: Ethan Hawke, Willem Dafoe,
Claudia Karvan, Michael Dorman,
Vince Colosimo, Sam Neill,
Isabel Lucas, Paul Sankkila
writers: Michael Spierig
and Peter Spierig
cinematography: Ben Nott
music: Christopher Gordon
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Playing a like a belated companion piece to the troubled 2007 adaptation of Richard Matheson’s I Am Legend, Daybreakers brings audiences face to face with the dystopian world of 2019, in which a recent plague of vampirism has turned society topsy-turvy with the monsters in the majority and humanity on the verge of extinction.  Dastardly Mr. Bromley (Sam Neill) heads a blood-farming corporation that’s running dangerously low on supplies, driving the price of blood sky-high and leaving a good many law-abiding vampires hungry and disenfranchised, their hunger transforming them into toothy winged miscreants who run amok in the darkness feeding on one another.

His civilization on the brink of collapse, Bromley hires a consortium of brilliant vampire minds to devise a viable blood substitute and save the day.  Among the scientists is one Edward Dalton (Ethan Hawke), a vampire not so keen on the facts of his newfound biology as most of his fellow citizens.  Though working on a blood substitute as he is paid to do, Edward is more interested in finding a cure to the vampire condition all together – a cure to which human ‘Elvis’ Cormac (Willem Dafoe) and his few living friends may hold the key . . .
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The Human Centipede (First Sequence)

May 5th, 2010 | article by | 5 Comments »
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company:
Six Entertainment
year: 2009
runtime: 90′
director: Tom Six
cast: Dieter Laser, Arthur C. Williams,
Ashlynn Yennie, Akihiro Kitamura,
Andreas Leupold, Peter Blankenstein
writer: Tom Six
cinematography: Goof de Koning
music: Patrick Savage
and Holeg Spies
out in limited release and
on demand from IFC Films

It’s safe to say that expectations for The Human Centipede (First Sequence), Dutch director Tom Six’s foray into gross-out surgical horror, have been set unreasonably high in advance of its US theatrical and On Demand release through IFC Films.  Its twisted premise has been described as disturbing, disgusting, controversial and just plain creepy, and understandably so.  I mean, who wouldn’t be grossed out by the sight of a trio of helpless people connected, end to end, to create one long ass-to-mouth digestive tract?  Well, me I guess.

That The Human Centipede has won numerous genre festival awards and received no end of accolades in the horror press is of little consequence, as once one pierces through the layers of obfuscating hype to see the film itself the sad truth of it becomes obvious.  This movie sucks ass.

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Shout! Factory bringing ‘The Stepfather’ to Blu-ray June 15th

May 4th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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Just when I thought it was going to be a slow week, the disc announcements keep on coming!  From the Shout! Factory press release:

80′s cult classic horror flick The Stepfather is set for Blu-ray release for the first time ever, remastered and featuring new bonus features otherwise only available on Shout! Factory’s 2009 DVD release of the film. Available on Shout! Factory on June 15, the film stars Terry O’Quinn (Lost), in a role that won him a nomination for Best Actor at the 1988 Independent Spirit Awards and the Saturn Awards. The Stepfather was selected as one of the year’s Top 10 movies by Vanity Fair, Village Voice and LA Weekly and featured on Bravo’s 100 Scariest Movie Moments special. A remake of the film from Screen Gems, starring Dylan Walsh
(Nip/Tuck) and Sela Ward (The Guardian, Once and Again), hit theaters in 2009.

Jerry Blake (Terry O’Quinn) is a man obsessed with having the perfect ”American Dream” life – including the house with the white picket fence in the suburbs, an adoring wife and loving children. He believes he’s found it when he marries Susan Maine (Shelley Hack) and becomes the stepfather to Susan’s 16-year-old daughter, Stephanie (Jill Schoelen). But Stephanie gets an uneasy feeling when she is around Jerry with his ”Father Knows Best” attitude – she can see that there is a darker side behind his cheerful exterior. Could he be the same man who brutally murdered his family just one year earlier? . . .

Special features include an audio commentary with director Joseph Ruben, film trailers (HD), a still gallery, and The Stepfather Chronicles – an all-new retrospective featuring interviews with director Joseph Ruben, producer Jay Benson, actress Jill Schoelen, author Brian Garfield and others on the making of the film and its enduring legacy (HD).

I’ve never seen this film and didn’t bother with the recent remake, but this release is looking to be up to Shout!’s usually high standards (the company released the film to DVD in October of last year).  I dare say I’m looking forward to it!  The Stepfather Blu-ray is up for pre-order at Amazon.com at a reduced price of $19.99 (26% off retail).



The Dead Outside

April 16th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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company: Mothcatcher Films
year: 2009
runtime: 86′
country: United Kingdom
director: Kerry Anne Mullaney
cast: Sandra Louise Douglas,
Alton Milne, Sharon Osdin
writers: Kerry Anne Mullaney, Kris R. Bird
cinematography: Kris R. Bird

It’s six months after the outbreak of the viral apocalypse (again). This time, a neurological virus in combination with a badly working vaccine (although I’m not sure the film really means “vaccine” and not just “specialized medication”) has caused large parts of humanity to become dangerously deranged. Virus victims develop symptoms of schizophrenia which get worse until the only thing they seem to feel is anger. Still, these virus victims stay very much human, most of them are even still able to ramble angrily, so calling them zombies wouldn’t feel proper.

Daniel (Alton Milne), who has lost (how and why will be sort of explained in flashbacks and visions) his family, drives through the Scottish countryside looking for a safe place to stay. His car runs out of gas, but fortunately there’s a farmhouse close by for him to seek shelter in. At first, the place seems to be deserted, but the next day Daniel meets April (Sandra Louise Douglas), an armed, emotionally devastated teenager, whose grandparents were the owners of the farm. Initially, April doesn’t want Daniel staying there, is even close to shooting him, but something changes her mind.

In the following weeks, the girl and the man grow closer, although both need some time to get over the distrust one develops when everyone else is mad and one can’t even be all that sure about one’s own state of mind. Daniel and April aren’t really willing or able to disclose much about their pasts or their feelings to each other. He thinks she might be immune against the virus, while she panics at the mere thought of getting close to any of the remaining medical facilities. Still, there is trust growing between them.

Things get difficult again when another sane survivor, Kate (Sharon Osdin) arrives one day. Her presence disturbs the brittle, unspoken pact between April and Daniel, and catastrophe already waits around the corner.

It seems as if the British isles are the place to look when it comes to ultra-low budget outbreak films. Although this Scottish production isn’t as excellent as Colin, my favourite example of the type, it is still a much better film than a lot of its peers are.


It is also a film many viewers won’t like for its very slow pace, the conscious lack of clarity in its storytelling and its rather wonderful disinterest in gore. These things aren’t caused by any lack of care in The Dead Outside‘s director Kerry Anne Mullaney, though, they are very much part of the film’s design. The film’s slowness fits a film about an end of the world that isn’t flashy or explosive, but that instead has come slowly and creeping (the same way as the virus works).

The lack of clarity is a necessary part of a film which lets us see through the eyes of characters who aren’t at all sure about their own sanity, and who can’t and don’t want to remember everything they have done too clearly. Mullaney bases some effective moments of dread on the lack of certainty about what’s real and what’s not her characters live in. I found the way Daniel’s dead family and very real danger mingle much more effective than the typical goresplosion.

This is not to say that the film doesn’t contain any action at all. There are two (probably budget-stretching) action set-pieces – of course without explosions – that impress through clever editing and the ability to build up a feel of claustrophobia in open, but dark, spaces.

Mullaney is obviously more interested in her characters than in the action or plot. This is not the sort of film that believes in expository dialogue (although there is one large expository monologue late in the film); much is insinuated and hinted at, probably in the hope for an audience willing and able to put a little work into understanding what is going on with the characters. One of the points the film is trying to make seems to be that there really is no clear difference between the state we call “sanity” and “madness”. I don’t think that’s a point it could make by being clear and obvious about everything.


I thought that the actors were really selling their roles quite well. Sure, the acting is a bit strained in a “look! I’m acting!” way from time to time, but more often than not Douglas and Milne project a mix of normalcy and brittleness that is absolutely right for the direction the film is going in. Sometimes, acting that doesn’t read as ultra-professional is of help to let the characters on screen seem like everyday people.

I had some problems with the film’s visual side. While there are some impressive shots of the farmhouse and the creepy landscape around it (you know I’m a sucker for nature in its less sweet and mellow variations), the film suffers a little from desaturation syndrome. Of course, muted grey and brown colours help emphasize the desolation of the situation, but there’s a lot to be said for using other parts of the colour spectrum too, if only to contrast them with all that grey.

Probably even more problematic is Mullaney’s decision to shoot about eighty percent of the film with the camera tilted at an angle, as if everything took place on a ship close to sinking. Creepy angles might be a well established way to build mood, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. The last point is certainly reached when I find myself tilting my head to the side while watching a movie.

Still, I found these to be minor problems that The Dead Outside more than made up for. I am an easy mark for the film’s charms, seeing how much I despise exposition and clarity in movies, and how much I like the ambiguous and the slow, but even people who aren’t me could be able to find something quite irresistible in the film’s rhythm, in the way it feels like it was made by someone with very personal ideas of what could be interesting about a viral apocalypse.

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When Time Ran Out . . .

April 15th, 2010 | article by | 2 Comments »
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company: Warner Bros. and
International Cinema Corp.
year: 1980
runtime: 109′
country: United States
director: James Goldstone
cast: Paul Newman, Jacqueline Bisset,
William Holden, Edward Albert,
Red Buttons, Ernest Borgnine,
James Franciscus, Burgess Meredith,
Pat Morita, John Consodine
writers: Carl Foreman and
Stirling Siliphant (from a novel by
Gordon Thomas and Max Morgan Witts)
cinematographer: Fred J. Koenekamp
music: Lalo Schifrin
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Warner Bros. must have felt plenty gipped after successful film and television producer Irwin Allen jumped ship at 20th Century Fox and began making films under their banner.  Allen’s seminal disaster efforts The Poseidon Adventure and The Towering Inferno had grossed $200 million collectively just a few years prior, giving Warner plenty of reason to sink million after million into new Allen productions.  Allen was first put to work in the television market, where he conceived a host of derivative suspense pictures like Flood! and Cave In!, most of whose titles ended in exclamation points.  By the time Allen entered the big-budget world of theatrical pictures again things had changed.  The disaster craze had run its course, more or less, and the American public was weary of seeing the same old tropes paraded before their eyes.

1978′s The Swarm would prove Allen’s first epic failure, earning back less than half of its estimated budget of $21 million.  His big comeback feature Beyond the Poseidon Adventure is said to have done worse still, though this reviewer had no luck hunting down its box office returns.  Beyond was universally derided by critics and rejected by audiences, lasting a mere two weeks in general release.  1980′s When Time Ran Out . . . would prove to be Allen’s final chance at luring audiences back to his increasingly outdated brand, his last big swing at melding stars, spectacle, and soap opera dramatics into box office gold.  Even after The Swarm and Beyond the Poseidon Adventure, I doubt anyone could have imagined just how terrible an idea this one was.

Held together by little more than contractual obligations, When Time Ran Out . . . stars The Towering inferno alumni Paul Newman and William Holden (Sabrina) in ostensibly the same roles (inversely, the rich property owner and the doom-sayer), and Jacqueline Bisset (Under the Volcano), who helped usher in the American disaster craze with 1970′s Airport.  The list of unfortunately involved name talent goes on and on, with the likes of Burgess Meredith (Of Mice and Men), Ernest Borgnine (Emperor of the North), Red Buttons (The Poseidon Adventure), James Franciscus, Edward Albert, Pat Morita, and on . . . and on . . . and on . . .  Everyone looks uncomfortable to be in the picture at all, though they trudge on professionally all the same.  Meredith seems particularly perturbed, having been granted a cheap plot contrivance (he’s a high wire artist – that won’t figure into things later . . . ) instead of a role.


Narratively, When Time Ran Out . . . is pretty sorry stuff.  The script, by otherwise exceptional writers Stirling Silliphant (Village of the Damned, In the Heat of the Night) and Carl Foreman (The Bridge on the River Kwai, High Noon), follows the usual Allen tropes.  A huge cast of everyday people is accumulated in a luxury accommodation, in this case a newly opened resort hotel on an island, threatened with ongoing disaster, in this case a volcanic eruption, and forced on a dangerous trek to safety, in this case the other side of the island.  The disaster builds in the usual way, with the obvious ominous portents of danger being ignored by those in charge.  Par for the course, most of the good guys reach salvation while the baddies (and most of the supporting players) meet their untimely ends.

The traditional Irwin Allen walk of doom, a staple of his brand since 1960′s The Lost World and possibly before, feels particularly tired here, with two unnecessarily lengthy man-on-ledge set pieces tasked with the bulk of the suspense-ratcheting.  The second of these, in which the intrepid survivors contend with a slowly crumbling foot bridge suspended over a river of bubbling lava (cue Meredith and his high-wire act), drags on for the better part of twenty minutes!  Lalo Schifrin (Enter the Dragon, Dirty Harry) is particularly deserving of audience sympathies here, forced to compose some 17 minutes of endless suspense cues to keep the illusion of action going.

Warner, undoubtedly disappointed by then with Allen’s output under their name, seems to have had the decency not to spend more than was absolutely necessary to bring When Time Ran Out . . . to its unfortunate fruition.  It’s clear that after the performers’ salaries and basics of production were covered, the special effects crew was left with peanuts to work with.  The realization of the volcano is, frankly, horrid, amounting to a single matte for daytime shots and uninspired stock footage and process work otherwise.  There is a huge disconnect between the purported threat of the volcano and the reality on screen, the fine Hawaiian locations dispensed with in favor of stuffy and unconvincing studio rigs for the suspense setups.  Poor Newman (“The lava is headed this way . . .”) is gifted the dubious honor of convincing audiences of the danger (“The lava is still headed this way . . .”) as visuals of the slowly approaching molten death fail again and again to materialize.



Then there is the writing for the volcano, which is so pointed in its actions that it should be credited as a character all its own.  Particularly noteworthy are the lava bombs erupting out of it, all of which are aimed (occasionally in multiples of three) squarely at James Franciscus (the requisite baddie, who is greedy and cheats on his girlfriend and, thusly, deserves to die) and the resort hotel under his command.  The lava bombs themselves are pretty inconsistent, causing only minor damage while the heroes are around and sending the hotel up in a massive fireball once they’re safely away.  The realism of things is highly questionable even before the eruption, however.  So-called scientists operate an observatory on the precipitous rim of the volcano their studying, and go so far as to lower a glass-bottomed volcano-vator directly into it just so Paul Newman can get a peak.  Damn the seismographs, it sure looks like it’s acting up . . .

What all of this amounts to is a horrible film that easily ranks as one of the worst of the entire disaster cycle and the biggest box office no-go of Irwin Allen’s career (regaining only $1.7 million of it $20 million budget in general release).  It’s also my favorite of Allen’s films, ludicrous in the extreme and existing at a level of sublime hilarity that Roland Emmerich can only aspire to.  2012 may have whole continents ripping themselves gloriously apart, but where are the men falling sideways into library footage of lava pits just because a plot contrivance necessitates that they stand on the skids of a helicopter while it flies directly over the eruption?  When Time Ran Out . . . is one of the best inadvertent spoofs of its own genre ever devised, a film that would have been brilliant if intentional and is just too fantastically stupid to be ignored.

Warner Brothers was kind enough to keep When Time Ran Out . . . from DVD circulation until after star Paul Newman (who listed it as the only picture he regretted when interviewed by Larry King in 1998) passed late in 2008, but also greedy enough to use his namesake as a means of moving more product.  When Time Ran Out . . . was released as part of the Paul Newman Film Series in February of last year.  The disc is absolutely bare bones, lacking even a chapter selection menu, and features only the shorter theatrical cut (109′) of the film (a 141′ cut was released to VHS previously, for those who want more time to run out of).  Without its big-name star this would probably have ended up a part of Warner’s Archive Collection, alongside Irwin Allen’s made-for-TV. disaster films.  The transfer is a nice progressive job from elements in great condition.  There’s very light damage throughout, more evident in the cheap process shots, but color, detail, and contrast are all quite nice.  Frankly this looks far better than it probably should – the Fred J. Koenekamp (The Amityville Horror, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls) cinematography is one of the only genuinely good things about the film.  Audio is a simple and clear monophonic track. Subtitles are available in English SDH or French.

Just one of the many top-notch effects that await you in 'When Time Ran Out . . ."

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Haunted Universities

April 9th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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original title: Mahalai Sayongkwan
company: Sahamongkol Film International
year: 2009
runtime: 101′
country: Thailand
directors: Bunjong Sinthanamongkolkul,
Sutthiporn Tubtim
cast: Panward Hemmanee,
Anna Reese, Ashiraya Peerapatkunchaya
writers: Bunjong Sinthanamongkolkul,
Sutthiporn Tubtim
cinematography: Pramet Chankrasae
not on home video in the USA

Haunted Universities is an anthology movie made up by four stories which are mainly connected through the presence of the same volunteer rescue team, as well as a few other details.

The first episode, called “The Toilet” starts out with two gangsters messing up a student and his girlfriend. It looks like the young man is trying his hands at being a junior drug dealer, but is unsuccessful enough to make the gangsters’ boss so angry that he wants his drugs back (plus compensation for his troubles, of course). The genius kid pusher has stored his stash in his locker at university, so the quartet makes its way there. After the drugs are safely recovered, one of the gangsters, Cherd, gets awfully interested in the ghost story about the haunting of the toilet on the building’s fifth floor the students tell him.

There’s certainly nothing problematic at taking a look there, right? And I’m sure the nobody will meet one or more very enthusiastic ghosts on the fifth floor, especially not on the toilet.

The second segment, “The Elevator”, is told to Muay (Panward Hemmanee), the youngest and only female member of the rescue crew seen in every episode of the movie, by a student named Nok Noi (Ashiraya Peerapatkunchaya). Nok Noi is the daughter of a general responsible for the shooting of several pro-democratic students during the 70s. One of the older students, whose family has lost some members during the occurrences, doesn’t take too kindly to her family connections or her rather unrepentant take on her family’s guilt, so the girl has to partake in a very special hazing ritual. Being pushed into the elevator where the students were shot, she has some rather disturbing supernatural experiences. But her troubles don’t stop there. Now one of the student ghosts follows her wherever she goes. She becomes convinced that it is her responsibility to reunite “her” ghost with the ghost of his dead girlfriend, but this is not something that can be done as easily as it sounds.

As it turns out, Muay’s help will be quite indispensable.

The third story, “Morgue” is the mandatory comedy segment about a student of dentistry (Pangsit Piseesotgan) with a terrible fear of the dead having to survive one working night in a hospital morgue. You know what will happen.


The last segment, “The Stairway”, is a flashback into Muay’s past that explains why she has the special ability which enabled her to help Nok Noi solve her problem.

Her roommate Sa (Anna Reese) meets a rather excitable young man on an Internet chat. It’s all fun and games until he threatens to kill her, but who is afraid of random weirdoes on the ‘net? Instead of getting nervous, Sa decides to go and buy dinner for herself and Muay. While Sa is out, Muay learns that the “random weirdo” is in fact their neighbour. Still, he seems more nerdy than dangerous and is easily dissuaded from whatever he was planning. Alas, while Muay talks with him, Sa has met a more suave example of the psycho species.

It turns out that Sa’s new acquaintance is a friend of their neighbour, whom he has also met on the Internet – in a chat room for budding serial killers. Obviously, he, Internet weirdo and Sa will have to encounter each other in the dark.

The girl would have been tough enough to cope with one psycho, but two are a bit much for her, at least as long as she is still alive.

Haunted Universities’ existence is certainly a by-product of the commercial success of the Thai anthology movie Phobia. Both films feature four tales of supernatural horror that seem inspired by the crosspollination between traditional Thai ghost stories and urban myth, but they still feel different enough that there’s no reason to call Haunted Universities a mere rip-off. Frankly, it is also just too effective a film for that.

Instead of having four directors, Haunted Universities makes do with only two of them – Bunjong Sinthanamongkolkul and Sutthiporn Tubtim. It’s not clear how the directing duties were divided between them, but I would not be surprised to hear that both were working together for the whole film. Of course, I have been known to be wrong quite frequently.


Be that as it may, the men’s direction is what truly makes Haunted Universities work. The plots of the single segments (the highly peculiar last one excepted) are not exactly original, one could even call them rather thin, and the connections between the segments are not much to get excited about either, but Sinthanamongkolkul and Tubtim show a great sense for the proper timing of horror effects that just makes the stories work.

There’s some rather exciting use of colour on display too, a very pleasant surprise after too many contemporary films insisting on looking all desaturated all the time, as if the only colours visible to the human eye were grey, black and a sickly yellow. Being a horror film, Haunted Universities takes much of its colour schemes from the less exciting parts of the spectrum too, but the directors get a lot of moody (and quite Bava) mileage out of techniques like contrasting strong green and red tones during the intrusion of the supernatural with warm yellows that suggest safety for the characters.

The more-than-real colouring in conjunction with the simple stories give the film a bit of a comic book feel. This is not a realist take on the horror anthology format, and does instead seem to stand firmly on the “pop” side of popular culture, which is a very fine place for a film to stand when it knows what to do there. And most of the episodes do know.

Of course, every anthology movie has to have a weaker segment, and it is more often than not the supposedly comical one that saps all energy and fun out of the film it appears in. As in the world of Amicus, so in the Haunted Universities. “Morgue” really isn’t all that bad, it just isn’t very funny (hint to directors: people being afraid of ghosts just isn’t funny in a horror film where they have good reason to be afraid of them). Unfortunately, it is also the slowest segment of the bunch and drags the tempo of the whole film down a little. It’s nothing proper use of the fast forward button couldn’t cure, though.

Luckily, after they have bored us for twenty minutes, the directors are sending us out with the best and most odd episode. Where the first three segments deliver about what one expects of them, the fourth one is quite peculiar in its plot and its delivery, culminating in the promise of a confrontation between everyone’s favourite monsters: female long-haired ghost and serial killer. Despite its theme, “The Stairway” is no less comedic than the film’s third segment, its humour is however of a decidedly blacker type. I always had the feeling that the story would turn on me and get nasty just after the next grim joke, and in the end, it got even nastier than I expected before the film ended in a very ironic sort of happy end.

Now, if a nice Western DVD label would take it upon it to publish a subtitled DVD of Haunted Universities, friends of Thai cinema like me would happily drop some money in its lap. I’d highly recommend it.

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Tony

March 24th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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rating:
companies:
Abbot Vision,
Chump Films and Dan
McCulloch Productions
year: 2009
runtime: 76′
country: United Kingdom
director: Gerard Johnson
cast: Peter Ferdinando, Frank Boyce,
Lorenzo Camporese, Cyrus Desir,
Lucy Flack, Ian Groombridge,
Ricky Grover, Ian Kilgannon
writer: Gerard Johnson
cinematographer: David Haggis
music: Matt Johnson and The The
reviewed from a screener provided
by Revolver Entertainment LLC
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It’s difficult to know quite what to think of Gerard Johnson’s debut feature Tony, a brief and loosely structured drama that follows the day-to-day activities of the fictitious suburban London serial killer.of the title. “I didn’t want to make something with much narrative, I deliberately didn’t want much plot. What I wanted to make was a character study about this guy Tony, a week in the life, nothing much happens, and that’s it,” Johnson said in an interview with Slashfilm.  I suppose Johnson succeeded, though I could have done with more on the “character study” front and less of the “nothing much happens.”

True to the writer / director’s statement, Tony is about Tony (Peter Fernandino, Bodywork) and very little else. Tony is jobless, and lives at the taxpayer’s expense in a small apartment stocked with 80s action movies and the odd dead body or two. He spends his days eating cereal with his rotting teeth, calling sex lines, and carrying plastic shopping bags carefully packed with dismembered human body parts down to the river for disposal. Along the way he meets several threats to his way of life – a disgruntled fat man in a bar, a government worker checking up on TV licenses, an unemployment office employee who promises to cut off Tony’s benefits if he doesn’t find a job.  But as the director has stated, not much really happens.

Johnson’s film presents with a distinctly unpleasant world view, a biproduct of his choice of character perspective.  Tony inhabits a seedy universe of dingy elevators and porno shops, prostitutes, drug lords, and the just plain unlovable.  From a pair of meth addicts to the owner of a tanning parlor to a fat man angry about his failing marriage,the secondary players are unpersonable at best and despicable at worst. All enjoy picking on our poor Tony, assured that he’s as easy a target as his meek appearance and nervous ticks suggest, never suspecting that he’s a closet homicidal maniac. There are only a couple of genuinely amiable person in the lot – a fellow tenant who invites Tony to dinner for his troubles and an elderly man he meets on the street – but their participation in events is minimal.  The lack of any relatable elements or redemptive value in the world of Tony is unfortunate, and likely to limit the film’s appeal.

In line with the “nothing much happens” mindset action in Tony is slim, even with so many dreadful people entering and exiting Tony’s life. The most that happens is the disappearance of a child, the resulting investigation of which Tony is briefly pestered with. The rest of the picture is taken up with Tony wandering the streets, scouting gay bars for potential victims, or sitting at home watching his action films (on VHS only, mind you). There’s no real narrative impetus to things and, as such, no narrative resolution. In the end situations are pretty well unchanged, and Tony is left to freely stalk the streets for a day or a lifetime . . .

The ad art takes advantage of the most horrific potential of the film’s premise, showing Tony standing against a white background with a bloodied hammer at his side. Truth be told, there’s precious little in the way of horror to be had, save a trio of on-screen murders that play with regrettably un-scary everyday sensibility. The throbbing music cues that accompany the killings indicates that they’re supposed to be terrifying, brutal affairs, but the ho-hum handheld photography fails to complete the illusion.  A first-person perspective of a potential victim in Tony’s closet is kept blessedly brief, its incongruous editing leaving it more annoying than frightening.

That’s not to say that Tony doesn’t achieve a level of creepiness at times, courtesy of Peter Fernandino’s nuanced performance. With a hair cut that was never in style and a mustache to match, Tony is certainly memorable, and Fernandino imbues the part with a constant, quiet menace. One notably unsettling early moment has him singing “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” through his rotted teeth while watching a child play ball. Fernandino’s performance is reason enough to see Tony, imperfect as the rest of the production is, and may be enough to raise appreciation of the film to a respectable cult status.  It’s certainly the best thing about the film, and the reason I rated it a full three stars.

Tony is due out on DVD from Revolver Entertainment on the 6th of April. I can’t comment on that release specifically as the screener I received was film-only. The list of supplements looks encouraging, and includes a director’s commentary from Gerard Johnson and a pair of his short films, and the going price ($19.98 or less) sounds right for a new release.  Fans are certainly encouraged to indulge.

It’s unfortunate that Tony never really goes anywhere, particularly with such a strong lead performance to help it along. Director Johnson has said that he approached the film with a mindset towards social realism, the result of which is a thriller with very little in the way of thrills. A few moments with thrilling potential play out with the same indifference as the rest of the minimalist drama, lending the picture a surprisingly dull edge. Bleak humor creeps in to spice things up occasionally, but it’s too little to noticeably change the tone of the picture. Too bland to be thrilling and too sparse to be funny, Tony is ultimately a confused genre picture that, like its protagonist, just doesn’t seem to fit in.



The Madmen of Mandoras

March 22nd, 2010 | article by | 2 Comments »
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a.k.a. They Saved Hitler’s Brain
rating:
company:
San-S and Crown
International Pictures
year: 1963
runtime: 74′
country: United States
director: David Bradley
cast: Walter Stocker, Audrey Caire,
Carlos Rivas, John Holland,
Marshall Reed, Scott Peters,
Dani Lynn, Nestor Paiva,
Pediro Regas, Bill Freed
writers: Steve Bennett
and Peter Miles
cinematographer: Stanley Cortez
music: Peter Zinner (supervisor)
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Saved Hitler’s Brain
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The plots of film Nazis over the decades have rarely been anything other than insidious, and that of the titular Madmen of the fictional Mandoras is as certifiable as the rest of them – perhaps more so.  The picture begins with the abduction of one Professor John Coleman (John Holland), a government scientist who has devised a new and powerful antidote for the G-gas nerve agent, his hip young daughter Suzanne (Dani Lynn, Black Zoo) and her studly boyfriend David (Scott Peters, The Cape Canaveral Monsters).  Hot on their trail are CID agent Phil Day (Walter Stocker) and his wife Kathy (Audrey Caire), eldest daughter of the Professor, who follow the tips of mysterious South American Teo (Carlos Rivas, The Black Scorpion) right into the fantasy Nazi stronghold of Mandoras.

Upon arriving, Phil and Kathy discover the positively minute country (comprised of a small town, a presidential palace, and lots of familiar California scenery) to be under Nazi control.  Worse still, the police force (led by B-regular Nestor Paiva) and Presidential office seem complicit in their scheme to surround the Earth in deadly G-gas!  Overseeing the effort to resurrect the Third Reich is the still-living head of Hitler himself, granted ever-lasting life by the latest in Nazi jar technology.  But wherever there are Nazis there is an organized resistance, and the loyalties of the officials of Mandoras may not be so twisted as they seem . . .

The first thing I noticed about this film, better known in its longer-running television syndication variant They Saved Hitler’s Brain, was the quality of its photographic direction, which is far more proficient than small-time director David 12 to the Moon Bradley could ever have mustered.  The bargain basement sets of The Madmen of Mandoras are positively alive with oblique shadows and back-lighting – it’s as fine an example of Chiaroscuro styling as can be seen in any film noir.  A quick glance at the credits was revelatory.  The director of photography was none other than Stanley Cortez, a hard working cinematographer who had fashioned minor miracles on such no-budget programmers as The Navy Vs. The Night Monsters and Dinosaurus! Beloved as those pictures are to the likes of me, history will rightly remember Cortez for his work on real classics like Night of the Hunter, The Magnificent Ambersons and The Three Faces of Eve.  That such an accomplished individual could find himself working in the B-picture trenches was just one of the facts of postwar Hollywood life, though I’m certainly happy he was on board here.

Photography aside, The Madmen of Mandoras is a patently ludicrous affair that fails entirely as an offbeat sci-fi political thriller, though a cut here or there and a few livelier music cues could have made it more than passable as a comedy.  The script. written by actor Peter Miles from an original story by one-off producer Steve Bennett, is silly stuff indeed.  The Nazi menace is laughable, made up of a handful of soldiers and brass and a host of unseen cells worldwide, as is its twitchy leader, who comes with his own conveniently removable handle!  Then there are the un-Nazis who are allied with them, like an over-the-top Texas tycoon and his beloved Aryan son.

The good guys fair about as well.  CID agent Phil Day is something of a bumbling moron who more or less stumbles in and out of the film’s (purportedly) thrilling circumstances.  The two women of the story come across as little more than human baggage, there to observe and snuggle with the guys once those detestable Nazis are dispensed with.  The scripted dialogue never allows the characters to come across very seriously, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing in this case.  At least some of the humor is seems intentional – Hitler (Bill Freed in his only screen performance) is a shrew of a man, easily dwarfed by his body doubles in a flashback sequence, and the inherent hilarity of seeing his bodiless noggin propped up in the backseat of car could not have escaped the creators.

Performance are surprisingly reasonable, particularly for a film with such a limited retake budget.  The underrated Carlos Rivas pulls double duty as brothers Teo and Camino, while Nestor Paiva (Tarantula!, The Mole People, Creature From the Black Lagoon) adds another dubious ethnic role to his resume.  Lead Walter Stocker combines the good looks of Robert Culp and newsman Brian Williams with the talent of neither, though perhaps credit is due for a straight face alone.  Bill Freed provides the most memorable performance by circumstance alone.  Who could possibly forget the screen’s only Hitler-in-a-can?

Crown International made a huge misstep in their advertising for this one, as no mention is made of Nazis or their disembodied Fuhrer in the ad art.  The oversight was corrected come time to sell the picture to television, the title altered to reflect the film’s most outlandish selling point.  The Madmen of Mandoras isn’t nearly so bad as its 2.1 rating at the IMDB suggests, and I enjoyed all three of my screenings.  The climactic Hitler flambé is itself worth the price of admission and the sight of the Fuhrer’s head perched atop its tiered pedestal with a giant glowing swastika hovering overhead is pure schlock gold.  Far more entertaining than it has any right to be, Madmen gets my recommendation.

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The Land Unknown

March 15th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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rating:
company:
Universal International
year: 1957
runtime: 78′
country: United States
director: Virgil Vogel
cast: Jock Mahoney, Shirley Patterson,
William Reyolds, Henry Brandon,
Douglas Kennedy, Phil Harvey,
Ralph Brooks, Kenner G. Kemp
writers: Charles Palmer,
Laszlo Gorog and Willam N. Robson
cinematography: Ellis W. Carter
music: Joseph Gershenson (supervisor)
special effects: Orien Ernest, Jack Kevan,
Fred Knoth, Roswell A. Hoffman,
Ray Binger, Clifford Stine
disc company: Universal Studios
Home Entertainment
release date: May 13, 2008
retail price: $59.98
disc details: Region 1 / NTSC / dual layer
video: 2.35:1 / anamorphic / progressive
audio: Dolby Digital 2.0 monophonic (English)
subtitles: English SDH, French
currently only available as part of the
Classic Sci-Fi Ultimate Collection Volumes 1 & 2
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Plot: A group of US Navy explorers and a female reporter crash land in a prehistoric oasis dominated by huge dinosaurs while exploring Antarctica in a helicopter.

This relatively expensive Universal effects production from 1957 pillages plot elements from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Lost World and Edgar Rice Burrough’s The Land That Time Forgot while foregoing the drama, action, and excitement of either.  One need only look at the number of effects credits versus other studio science fiction productions of the decade to see that reasonable amounts of money passed hands with this one, but what a waste!

The dull story begins with a bit of dull expositional film-within-a-film, a briefing of a soon-to-begin Antarctic expedition that director Virgil Vogel (Invasion of the Animal People, The Mole People) allows to run in real time.  That is, until it is interrupted by the infinitely more interesting Shirley Patterson (credited as Shawn Smith), as reporter Hathaway, enters the scene.  Commander Roberts (stunt man and Western regular Jock Mahoney) and his underlings react in the expected fashion, encircling the poor woman as though they’ve been ignorant of the basics of human biology for the past 30 years of their lives.

The expedition, to investigate the Antarctic and, more specifically, a warm region discovered their some years earlier, is put underway in short order, though Vogel keeps the pacing at little more than a steady slog.  Commander Roberts, the reporter, a Lieutenant (William Reynolds, Cult of the CobraThe Thing That Couldn’t Die) and a machinest (Phil Harvey, The Monolith Monsters) hop in a helicopter and take it for a spin, but a side-swipe from a pterodactyl sends them crashing (slowly, per the rest of the picture) into the interior of a volcano.  What they find there is a lost world full of strange plants, dinosaurs, and an endless supply of fog.

Surprisingly little happens from this point forward.  Sure, dinosaurs chase people and a giant carnivorous plant tries to feel up the lovely Miss Hathaway a number of times, but no one is ever put in any real danger.  The chief dramatic impetus arrives with Hunter, a bearded man from a previous expedition who has been living in the prehistoric haze for a decade.  Hunter has the parts the men need to fix their helicopter, but he wants Hathaway for himself.  The usual melodrama and fist-fights result, but Hunter is eventually convinced to give up the parts, allowing the lot of them fly out of the volcano for good.  Only their wardrobes seem worse for wear for their trouble.

There’s nothing wrong with The Land Unknown that better scripting couldn’t have fixed.  The CinemaScope frame is filled with vast sets and complicated process photography, but the story by Palmer, Gorog and Robson keeps the action within it to a barely acceptable minimum.  Editor turned director Vogel would (wisely) move into the greener pastures of television after this, directing only a handful of other feature films before his death in 1996.  His handling of proceedings here is about as accomplished as the limp scripting would allow for. The Mole People‘s tale of subterranean Sumerians endeavoring to steal John Agar’s flash light seems almost exciting by comparison.  Almost.  Jock Mahoney seems terribly miscast, and he delivers every line with the same squint-eyed stoicism.  Henry Brandon puts in the most effort, turning the role of the man lost into one of the film’s few high points, while the under-appreciated Shirley Patterson, whose acting career was shortly to go the way of the dinosaurs, is given precious little to do other than look perpetually concerned and scream when necessary.

The film’s monsters were featured prominently in the exciting ad artwork and were undoubtedly responsible for selling the majority of tickets.  It’s a pity they’re so utterly unconvincing.  The star of the show is an anatomically improbable Tyrannosaurus Rex, a rubber suit featuring a massive, toothy skull perched atop a lumpy and incongruously small body.  One can’t help but feel sorry for whatever poor technician was shoved inside to operate the thing, waddling around the intricate prehistoric sets on its stumpy little legs.  A mechanized Elasmosaur (a sad precursor to Bruce the shark) improves upon the Tyrannosaurus in design, if not implementation.  The creature creeps anemically through the wave pool it inhabits, hissing at all who dare to enter its domain (which the full cast naturally does, and often).  A stiff pterodactyl mock-up and a pair of dueling monitor lizards round out the film’s unimpressive creature attractions.

Universal Studio Home Entertainment’s DVD of the film, originally part of the Classic Sci-Fi Ultimate Collection Volume 2 and now re-packaged with The Classic Sci-Fi Ultimate Collection Volumes 1 & 2, is nice at least.  The film comes double-booked with the far less inspired The Deadly Mantis, a loathsome sci-fi from the same year that offers up a neat looking monster puppet but little else.

While a Scope transfer did make its way to laserdisc in the late 1990s, most are familiar with The Land Unknown via its pan-and-scanned television and VHS masters.  The 16:9 enhanced 2.35:1 transfer on Universal’s DVD improves upon all of the previous releases, exhibiting strong contrast and sharp detail.  Uninteresting as the film itself may be it looks great here, with only the stock footage inserts (frequent towards the beginning and end of the picture) showing much in the way of damage.  Audio is delivered via a nice Dolby Digital 2.0 monophonic track and the stock music cues (from composers Henry Mancini, Heinz Roemheld, Hans J. Seiter, and Herman Stein) sound fantastic, and far more interesting than the dialogue.  Optional English SDH and French subtitles are available for the feature.  A battered trailer is the only supplement.

The fans are obviously out there this one, and Universal’s DVD comes highly recommended to them.  The film itself  isn’t terrible, all in all.  It’s just not very good, and I doubt I’ll ever understand its healthy 6.0 score at the IMDB.  The Land Unknown rates as a mostly forgettable affair (Irwin Allen’s hysterical 1960 obliteration of The Lost World offers more excitement, intentional or otherwise, and in color to boot),  and I don’t feel bad advising most to give it amiss all together.  Not recommended.



The Clown Murders

March 12th, 2010 | article by | 1 Comment »
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company: Magnum Films
year: 1976
runtime: 96′
country: Canada
director: Martyn Burke
cast: Stephen Young, Susan Keller,
John Candy, Lawrence Dane,
Gary Reineke, John Bayliss
writer: Martyn Burke
cinematography: Dennis Miller
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Would-be big shot business man Philip (Lawrence Dane) is just about to make an actually big deal for once, selling the farm that belongs to his wife Alison (Susan Keller) to a land development company that will build one of those nice apartment complexes where once fields were. Because the land is not Philip’s but Alison’s property, he needs her signature on the sale contracts, which for some reason that is never made quite clear need to be signed on October 31st just before midnight.

This is not a case of a husband forcing his wife, Alison is in fact quite willing to get rid of the farm and with it a part of her past she would like to forget, but there are other people who have quite different ideas.

Alison’s ex-boyfriend Charlie (Stephen Young), who once lived with her on the farm this is all about, has just returned from some unsuccessful business adventures outside of Canada, and he, for one, would just love to get back with Alison, her being married notwithstanding.

While pretending to be as drunk as the people he’s speaking with actually are, Charlie manages to talk three supposed friends of Philip’s, Ollie (John Candy), Rosie (Gary Reineke) and Peter (John Bayliss) into helping him with a mad plan he sells them as a prank. He wants them to use a Halloween party Ollie arranges as a backdrop for kidnapping Alison so that she won’t be able to sign the papers selling the farm on time. Since every single one of them hates Philip at least a little, and lusts quite frightfully after his wife, the idiots agree.

On Halloween, the quartet sets their plan in motion, dresses up as clowns and kidnaps Alison. At first, they drag the woman to Peter’s home, but there, cracks between the men become obvious. Until now nobody except Charlie did truly realize what repercussions their actions would have. For some reason, not one of them imagined that Philip would just call the police, as he of course does. Now, the men don’t know what to do anymore.


Alison herself doesn’t exactly act like a good kidnap victim. She doesn’t seem too sure about what to do with Charlie and the others, but she is most certainly not afraid of them or trying to escape from them.

After some arguments which already begin to turn violent, Charlie talks his co-kidnappers into transporting their “victim” to the farm. Surely, nobody will look for them there.

At their destination – and after a meeting with a cop that goes as badly for them as everything else – the men squabble and drink some more, while Alison does her best to provoke them. You’d think leaving these people cooped up with each other alone would be enough provoke a minor blood bath, but there’s someone else stalking them, someone who dons a clown mask and shows some rather murderous tendencies.

The Clown Murders is certainly different. The DVD cover (and the plot description on the IMDB, of course) let the film look like a run-of-the-mill slasher, but nothing could be further from the truth.

It’s a psychological thriller much more interested in building an atmosphere of tension up to the moment just before it turns to violence than in the violence itself. There is a bit of bloodshed, to be sure, but the film spends most of his running time building up to it until it becomes seemingly inevitable.

The character work here is surprisingly subtle. While the characters’ actions aren’t always logical or rational (actually, the men mostly come over as rather dumb, Alison as quite inexplicable), they perfectly fit their character types. These are all men jealous of something in Philip that they find embodied in his “possession” of Alison. Rosie and Peter are certainly not able to see Alison as a person, and their lusting after her has much more to do with their wish to prove their dominance over Philip than in any carnal interest in her. Charlie for his part has (probably, the film is only insinuating, not telling) thought up the whole bizarre plan as a way to win Alison again, yet it is the Alison he remembers he wants, and not the woman standing right before him. I had my problems understanding Ollie’s character, or why he goes along with the kidnapping, but I’m pretty sure there’s a reason why he is the one among the men Alison sleeps with in the end, apart from her sharing the self-destructive urge that seems to drive everyone’s actions.


There’s an uncommon element of ambiguity running through the whole film; nobody’s motivations are ever directly explained, and I’m quite sure that the characters don’t know why they are doing what they are doing. There is of course a subtext to the film talking about violence lurking just below the surface of male interaction, barely repressed and just waiting to explode, and the roles someone like Alison has to play just to survive, but that doesn’t explain everything that is going on in the film’s text.

What is Alison trying to achieve? Does she realize who the other man in the clown mask is? The film isn’t telling, and I’m not too sure if the director and writer Martyn Burke actually knows, or if he’s making some parts just up as they come along.

Burke does some fine, unobtrusive directing here. The Clown Murders might move slowly, but not a single shot in it is padding. Everything on screen is meant to convey something about the characters that couldn’t be told through dialogue alone.

Of course, one could argue that the film is just too ambiguous and/or too subtle for its own good, and it is certainly true that this is a film for people willing to take it on its own terms and in its own rhythm.

The Clown Murders needs viewers willing to accept that there are theories to have, and interpretations to be made, but no clear answers will be given about its characters. Like some things in life, much in it needs to stay ambiguous.

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The Crazies

March 3rd, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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rating:
companies:
Pittsburgh Films,
Latent Image and Cambist Films
year: 1973
runtime: 103′
country: United States
director: George A. Romero
cast: Lane Carroll, Will MacMillan,
Harold Wayne Jones, Lloyd Hollar,
Lynn Lowry, Richard Liberty,
Richard Francis, Harry Spillman,
Will Disney, Edith Bell,
Bill Thunhurst, Leland Stames
writers: Paul McCullough (original
script) and George A. Romero

cinematographer: Bill Hinzman
music: Bruce Roberts
special effects: Tony Pantanella
and Regis Survinski
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Things get a little crazy in Evans City, Pennsylvania after a germ warfare experiment crash-lands in the town water supply in this early thriller from director George A. Romero (Night of the Living DeadMartin).  Recently remade as a slick horror piece by Breck Eisner with an executive production assist from Romero himself (read our coverage of that film here), the original The Crazies plays less for chills than one might expect.

The story is relatively simple: The Army descends upon the quiet community of Evans City in full HAZMAT getup in an effort to contain an accidental outbreak of the experimental Trixie virus.  Epic miscommunication between the Army, civilians, and the scientists on the hunt for a vaccine causes no end of trouble, with the unprepared military suddenly finding themselves up against both the crazed infected and the understandably defensive citizens of the town.  Meanwhile a small group tries to escape the insanity, dodging military patrols while dealing with the crazies among their own . . .

There are horrific elements to Romero’s The Crazies to be sure.  The opening plays as a repeat of that from Night of the Living Dead, with a young boy trying to scare his sister through ghoulish behavior.  Things soon take a turn for the serious, as the boy’s father loses his mind and sets fire to the property.  Later displays of insanity, a priest’s self-immolation in front of his church, an elderly woman treating a soldier as so much knitting, and a father lusting after his teenage daughter, make for indelible images as powerful as anything from the earlier Night . . . but are few and far between.

The step down in horror means a step up in action, the uneasy balance between the two marking The Crazies‘ place as a bridge between the better-known horror classics that bookend it.  Scenes of the Army bursting into homes unannounced and the gun battles that ensue are highly evocative of the tenement scene early on in Dawn of the Dead, with one major difference:  The tenement residents in Dawn know that they’ve been breaking the law in keeping their dead in the basement of their building – no one bothers to tell the citizens of The Crazies why they’re suddenly finding themselves under martial law.  It’s no surprise when factions of the town, crazed and sane, take up arms against what they see as an anonymous invasionary force.

Made as the war in Vietnam was in its death throws and opposition to it was at its height, the image of the US military in The Crazies is not a terribly kind one.  Soldiers are seen stealing from invaded homes as well as from the corpses of dead, for instance.  The commentary here seems to be more about individual indiscretion under extreme circumstances (a big part of the later Dawn of the Dead) than a condemnation of the military as a whole, here presented as an organization of working men who are every bit as confused about what they’re doing in Evans City as the citizens are about their being there.  Hogtied by bureaucracy and a lack of both supplies and manpower, it’s no small wonder that the containment operation devolves into madness so quickly.

The real villains (the only villains, in fact) of the piece are the politicians and generals at the top of the food chain.  They’re first priority is to put a nuclear weapon in the skies over the quarantined city, a decision that has more to do with saving face (biological warfare experiments are obviously a no-no) than containing the infection.  Robert Wise’s The Andromeda Strain seems a likely inspiration for these sequences, with those in charge sitting in a room far from the center of action with far more concern for their personal careers than anyone who might be affected by their decisions.  Romero adds a nice touch here, showing several of the group having snacks (an orange, a sandwich) as they glibly discuss the mass-murder of a few thousand civilians.


Made for peanuts in his native Pennsylvania and on the streets of the real Evans City, The Crazies is an interesting if jumbled production from a Romero still trying to find his footing in the film world.  The biggest fault of the production is its kinetic editing sensibility, heavily influenced by Romero’s past as a commercial filmmaker.  What works well for scenes of action or horror leaves the drama tangled and, thanks to the low-budget audio recording, frequently unintelligible.  It’s not a bad film by any means, particularly given the considerable budgetary constraint, and there is still some prescience to the story (the corralling of displaced citizens into a high school gymnasium reminds of the Louisiana Superdome during and after hurricane Katrina).  It’s just not up to par with Romero’s better known works from the same time period, though the positives – strong performances and immediate, documentary-style photography – make up for the negatives.

The Crazies wasn’t a terrifically successful picture upon release in March of 1973 (it was even less successful when re-released as Code Name: Trixie a few years later) and hasn’t developed the same level of cult devotion Romero’s two contemporaneous zombie pictures.  Released twice previously on VHS by Vista Home Video and Anchor Bay respectively, Blue Underground has recently given the film the respect deserving of a lesser work from a horror icon.  Now available on both DVD and Blu-ray from the company, their editions come with excellent restored 1.66:1 framed anamorphic video as well as a nice array of supplements – including a commentary track with director Romero, a featurette on supporting actress Lynn Lowry (ShiversI Drink Your Blood), the usual trailers and television spots and an extensive stills gallery.  Suffice it to say, the Blue Underground editions are the ones to own.

There are more than enough reasons for genre fans to see this one – the director, the supporting cast (Richard Liberty (Day of the Dead), Richard France (Dawn of the Dead) and the aforementioned Lynn Lowry), the memorable moments of craziness.  Though rife with imperfections Romero’s goal of creating a timely action / horror / thriller is achieved all the same, and The Crazies ’73 is still a far more intriguing beast than its recent remake will ever be.  Recommended.

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