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The Werewolf

July 9th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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film rating:
company: Clover Productions
and Columbia Pictures
year: 1956
runtime: 79′
director: Fred F. Sears
cast: Steven Ritch, Don Megowan,
Joyce Holden, Eleanore Tanin,
Kim Chamey, Harry Lauter,
Larry J. Blake, Ken Christy
writer: Robert E. Kent
(also as James B. Gordon)
photography: Eddie Linden
producer: Sam Katzman
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The Werewolf was released to DVD as part of the two-disc four-film Icons of Horror Collection: Sam Katzman in October of 2007, along with The Giant Claw, Creature With the Atom Brain and Zombies of Mora Tau. The collection is readily available (and at considerable discount) from Amazon.com and other online retailers.

There’s a long history of directors who, though relegated to the gutter of B-cinema production, were able to transcend the often egregious financial and material limitations that came with that territory to create unique and impactful films all their own. Exemplary of such directors was Fred F. Sears, a former bit actor whose prominent position in the brutal and breakneck Katzman movie machine would literally prove the death of him. Sears would direct over fifty films for Katzman and distributor Columbia Pictures in just 8 years (from 1949 until his death in November of 1957, with eight of the films released posthumously), an impressive slate of successful genre programmers now long-since forgotten aside, perhaps, from his few diversions into science fiction and horror.

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Wolfguy: Enraged Lycanthrope

June 4th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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company: Toei Films Tokyo
year: 1975
runtime: 86′
director: Kazuhiko Yamaguchi
cast: Sonny Chiba, Etsuko Nami,
Kani Kobayashi, Yayoi Watanabe
writer: Kazumasa Hirai
cinematography: Yoshio Nakajima
music: Hiroshi Baba
Not available on home video

Hard-nosed reporter who never does any reporting Inugami (Sonny Chiba) just happens to be the last of a tribe of werewolves, making him not a ravening beast at the night (and day) of the full moon, but giving him an old-school Wolverine-like self-healing ability as well as superhuman strength and agility on these nights. One non-full moon night, Inugami stumbles over a panicked man running through the city streets screaming something about a tiger and a girl named Miki. Before you can say “Very peculiar, Watson”, an invisible force rips the guy to shreds.

That – and the vision of a tiger – is certainly bizarre enough to get Inugami interested. With the help of his journalist colleague and friend Arai, the reporter soon discovers that the victim was once part of a rock band known as the Mobs, four charming guys who raped a singer named Miki Ogata (Nami Etsuko?). They didn’t only do the deed for kicks, but also because their yakuza-controlled management asked them to, to “teach Miki a lesson”.

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The Wolfman

February 14th, 2010 | article by | No Comments »
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company:
Universal Pictures
year: 2010
runtime: 102′
country: United States
director: Joe Johnston
cast: Benecio Del Toro, Anthony Hopkins,
Hugo Weaving, Emily Blunt,
Art Malick, Roger Frost,
Geraldine Chaplin, Jordan Michael Coulson
writers: Andrew Kevin Walker
and David Self (based on the original
screenplay by Curt Siodmak)
cinematography: Shelly Johnston
music: Danny Elfman
special effects: Rick Baker
and a few hundred others
out in theaters in wide release

Plot: A man is bitten by a werewolf and becomes a wolf man.

Warning: Spoilers lie ahead.  Proceed at your own peril!

“It had to be this way,” the dying Lawrence Talbot whispers in the closing reel of Universal’s The Wolfman, the needless big-budget reboot of the ’40s franchise, and perhaps he’s right.  Slick and soulless and propelled by little more than a mountain of time-lapsed lunar photography, Joe Johnston’s Valentine to the Lon Chaney Jr. classic ranks as nothing short of $150 million in wasted opportunity.

The Wolfman roots itself firmly in the territory of classic Gothic horror tales, with the dusty ghost of a once-great English manor serving as the primary location.  Visiting the manor after the untimely mutilation of his younger brother, Shakespearean actor Lawrence (Benecio Del Toro) ignores his sinister father’s (Anthony Hopkins) simple warning about the full moon and promptly finds himself in the middle of the resident lycanthrope’s gypsy buffet, receiving a nasty shoulder wound while chasing a blur of fur and muscle through a slurry of dismembered limbs and entrails.  Lawrence survives of course, and when the next full moon rises he enacts his own bloody massacre.  No sooner has he awakened than the police mob of Inspector Abberline (Hugo Weaving) arrives, convinced of his lunacy but not of his monstrous alter-ego.

A brief stint in a London asylum goes as well as one might expect, and is punctuated with a visit by Lawrence’s father, there to remove a particularly nasty skeleton from the family’s closet.  In no time at all our cursed anti-hero is howling through the streets of London and lunging across its rooftops, dodging bullets and slicing through all who stand in his way.  The conclusion sees Lawrence’s return to the family home, to confront his father (it seems claws and fangs run in the family) and meet his inevitable end.

The biggest thrill of The Wolfman was seeing Curt Siodmak receive a solo credit for his original screenplay, small consolation indeed for a film more troubled than its cursed protagonist.  The great cast does their best to breathe life into the foul writing of Andrew Kevin Walker (Sleepy Hollow) and David Self (1999′s The Haunting, Road to Perdition), so lacking in dramatics that it precludes them from being characters at all.  Del Toro’s Wolfman is sadly forgettable, a failing of a script that shuffles him about like a pawn – a massacre here, a father-son brawl there, and a bit of cliche romantic monster pathos to tidy up the ending.  It’s not nearly enough to cover up the fact that this Wolfman’s heart was ripped out well before the cameras began to roll.

Hopkins does what Hopkins does best, lending weight and credibility to his role as the woefully underwritten villain of the piece, whose malediction is obvious from the moment he first appears on screen.  Hugo Weaving plays the part of the obligatory law man, one of the more memorable caricatures of the picture and the vessel through which the inevitable franchise’s sequel baiting is delivered.  Emily Blunt is pretty but perfunctory, and the audience knows even without the silly gypsy gibberish (delivered by a fine Geraldine Chaplin) that it will be her hand and not Abberline’s that delivers the Wolfman’s death blow.

It’s obvious from the ugly CGI title card that the over-produced effects are to be the star of the show, with Rick Baker’s capable (and faithful) Wolfman make-up designs taking center stage.  While the frequent violent outbursts make for a bit of much-needed fun in this otherwise dull seat-filler, highlighted with torn limbs, gnawed fingers, and a decapitation or two, none of it is anything we haven’t seen before.  More importantly, it’s nothing we’re going to remember.  Some extensive CGI is as obvious as ever, particularly in Lawrence’s night time prowl through the London skyline.  The animated stand-in for Del Toro’s flesh-and-blood creature suffers from the same lack of weight and presence that dooms so many of its ilk.  The transformations, heavily inspired by Baker’s earlier work on the vastly superior An American Werewolf in London, are quite good at least, though they have little impact given the muck that surrounds them.

The less said about Joe Johnston’s (Jumanji, Hidalgo, Jurassic Park III) pedestrian direction the better.  Suffice it to say that it wastes Rick Heinrichs’ reasonable Gothic production design almost entirely.  Pacing is a problem throughout, The Wolfman‘s sparse narrative not so much flowing as stuttering from point to point.  Perhaps the worst thing about this thoroughly mediocre outing is the lack of thrills or suspense – the sporadic splashing of blood and gore does not a scary film make.  Cinematography by Shelly Johnson (The House Bunny, Jurassic Park III) is as uninspired as the rest and composer Danny Elfman seems at a loss entirely, crafting a meandering score that’s fitting for the production in its lack of excitement.

The best thing about this unnecessary retread is its trailer, which covers all the same narrative ground in considerably less time and at no expense to the viewer.  Go to Youtube, check it out, and ponder what could have been – you’ll be happier and your wallet slightly fatter for the trouble.  Skip it.



The Return of the Vampire

February 5th, 2010 | article by | 4 Comments »
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company: Columbia Pictures
year: 1944
runtime: 70′
country:
United States
director:
Lew Landers
cast: Bela Lugosi, Frieda Inescort,
Matt Willis, Nina Foch,
Roland Varno, Miles Mander
writers: Griffin Jay, Randall Faye
and Kurt Neumann
cinematographers:
L.W. O’Connell, John Stumar
music: Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco
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Armand Tesla, (Bela Lugosi) vampire has a grand old time sucking the blood of the British and ordering his mind-controlled, talking werewolf slave Andreas (Matt Willis) around, until the fearless vampire hunting duo of scientist(!) Lady Jane Ainsley (Frieda Inescort) and her mentor, Professor Walter Saunders (Gilbert Emery) put a stake through his heart.

About twenty years later, during World War II, Saunders dies, leaving behind a manuscript describing his and Lady Jane’s legally dubious adventures in staking a man in his sleep. It could really get the good Lady in trouble with her copper friend Sir Frederick Fleet (Miles Mander), who quickly arranges the exhumation of Tesla’s body after reading the manuscript and having a little talk with the scientist. Before that wonderful event can take place, the combined unhappy circumstances of an especially unluckily falling bomb and a gravedigger who likes to pull stakes out of corpses revive Tesla.

Not surprisingly, the vampire has revenge on his mind. Quickly he has brought Andreas – who is now working as Lady Jane’s servant – under his control again and uses the hypnotized wolfman to acquire a new identity from an unlucky scientist Andreas was supposed to help smuggle into the country. Tesla uses his new name to get close to Saunders’ granddaughter Nicki (Nina Foch) and Lady Jane. It doesn’t take the good lady too long to figure out that the so-called Dr. Bruckner isn’t exactly what he seems, but it will take all her determination to save Nicki and the young woman’s fiancée John (Roland Varno), who just happens to be her own nephew, from Tesla’s revenge.

After wading through half of the terrible movies which make up the Universal Cult Horror Collection I had nearly given up hope for so-called classic horror beyond the obvious films. Fortunately, The Return of the Vampire has come along to restore my faith. It’s just too bad that it’s a Columbia production and not part of Universal’s crappy horror set, so there’s still nothing in that one worth the money I paid for it.


Be that as it may, this film is of a whole different calibre than my last expeditions into 30s and 40s filmmaking. While it’s obviously done on the cheap, Return’s director Lew Landers (not usually praised for being all that competent) uses much of what could have been learned from the first and second generation of Universal’s horror films. There’s the shadow play that harkens back to expressionist silent movies, the gothic sets, the (after my last experiences surprising) gliding camera work, the fog – in short all the visual elements one can hope for in a film of this vintage, brought together with not inspired but expert hand.

Return is also quite pioneering in its use of a very contemporary wartime London as backdrop for its gothic trappings in a time when many horror movies – and especially vampire movies – still tended to take place in the past, as far away from the daily experience of their audience as possible.

We don’t see that much of the Blitz or of ruined London, but Landers puts in enough of it that the viewer can hardly ignore the subtext of a modern horror taking its part in reawakening an older horror.

What the contemporary audience of 1944 made of this aspect of the film is anybody’s guess.

The script doesn’t always fare as well as Landers’ direction. Some of the film’s ideas, especially Andreas the talking wolfman are a bit too silly for their own good and would fit much better into a monster mash than into this comparatively serious film. I also found it hard to swallow that Lady Jane doesn’t recognize Tesla at once. You’d think she has staked so many people in her career that she just forgot this particular one.

Fortunately, the script also has its good sides, first and foremost casting Lady Jane as a competent and determined chief vampire hunter, as far as I know the first time we witness a middle-aged woman put into that place. Even in this post-Buffy age this kind of female lead is not exactly a matter of course, so it is all the more surprising how normal this much older film treats her and her position. Of course and alas, the film doesn’t keep its surprising brand of feminism up all the time, and Lady Jane and her policeman assistant are relegated to waiting in the sidelines when it comes to actively dispatching the vampire.


The finale is not worth all that much. There’s too much hand of fate and too little planned action in it. Worse, the actual mechanics of Tesla’s demise are based on a character arc of Andreas the film doesn’t build up believably enough.

The ending could probably have been saved if only Matt Willis’ acting as Andreas would have been a bit more subtle and/or his wolfman make-up less cuddly and cute. The latter is very much a problem not just of this particular movie, but of the whole cycle of early wolfman films. As it stands, Willis is also the most whiny wolfman around. In his way, he fits perfectly to Nina Foch, who does look very nice indeed but really should have piped down the melodramatics.

Both Willis and Foch are further hampered by having to play most of their scenes alongside the two dominant actors in the film in form of Lugosi and Inescort.

Dear Bela must have had a very good week while filming this. Lugosi’s remarkable screen presence is always a given, even in the late phase of his career, but the subtlety he was capable of was often drowned out by his love for grand gestures (and really, the shabbiness of most of the productions he worked in). Somehow, the great man managed to find a very fine middle path between grand theatricality and subtlety for this film, and his performance is all the better for it.

Frieda Inescort is Lugosi’s perfect adversary here. Where Lugosi is all menace and slimy charm, her Lady Jane radiates the perfect mixture of calmness and steely determination while never overplaying it to become an insufferable blowhard, like so many elder vampire hunters (before Peter Cushing) often became.

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Project: Metalbeast

November 20th, 2009 | article by | No Comments »
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covercompany: Blue Ridge Entertainment
year: 1995
runtime:
92′
country:
United States
director: Alessandro De Gaetano
cast:
Kim Delaney, Barry Bostwick,
John Marzilli, Musetta Vander,
Kane Hodder, Dean Scofield
writers: Alessandro De Gaetano,
Timothy E. Sabo, Roger Steinmann
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1974. In a stroke of tactical genius the guys who thought there was a military need for killer sharks would be proud of, one of the quintillion of US secret agencies decides to send some agents to Transylvania to get some werewolf blood as basis for the usual supersoldier serum.

Two men leave, one – a certain Butler (John Marzilli) – comes back, with the werewolf blood and a mean disposition. Scientific evaluation shows that it will take some time until the blood can be used to enhance American forces. Too much time if you ask Butler, who has apparently been searching for the blood all of his life and is now getting antsy. Even his boss Colonel Miller (Barry Bostwick) in his position as evil government guy doesn’t think Butler should be this overzealous.

Butler doesn’t care much, so he steals the blood, injects it into his own body, rapes a scientist (female) and kills another scientist (male), only to be shot with silver bullets and laid on ice by Miller.

I suppose Miller spends the next few years gloating evilly and talking to himself. Twenty years later, he takes control of a project lead by supposedly humanitarian minded Dr. De Carlo (Kim Delaney).

The good doctor is trying to perfect a new type of artificial skin made of metal, but can’t get past the problem of her creation hardening too much. Gosh, it’s as if she’d use metal for her artificial skin.

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Miller pressures the scientist and her team into testing her skin on supposedly dead bodies. The first one will be Butler’s. Miller plans on the dead guy becoming his unstoppable killing machine after being upgraded with some shiny metal skin. For some reason he thinks that Butler will suddenly become his best friend and do everything he says. As long as the man is still dead he is quite friendly, actually, not talking, growling or killing, but things change after the scientists remove the bullets. Butler comes back to life.

Well, is anyone actually surprised that Were-Butler still doesn’t love Miller after twenty years on ice and does some rather nasty things, but is now much more difficult to kill on account of his sexy new skin?

Oh, this is an intensely silly film, full of stupid ideas and based on so much bad science it can interrupt even my bad movie calm.

The script seems to be based on the idea that human psychology is a mystery not made to be solved by mere mortal minds and therefore lets people act as nonsensical as it pleases. Take dear Colonel Miller, who really has no reason to believe that he will be able to control a werewolf with metal skin any better than a werewolf without one. It’s not as if he had invented mind control or anything. I know, I know, he is supposed to be a Mad Evil Government Guy (a MEGG), but mad and evil aren’t equivalent to stupid. Or take our dear heroine, a humanitarian not afraid of taking part in inhuman experiments as long as she can bitch about it.

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At least we can learn some important lessons about military research installations here: there are no soldiers around in them, except for a general and a guy who sidelines as a scientist, and really, why would anyone have security protecting secret research?

As stupid as Project: Metalbeast is, as seriously the film seems to take itself, and it is the friction between the absurd and the deathly earnest that gives it its own brand of charm, somewhat reminiscent of the classic monster films of the 50s and 60s.

It is very much something my twelve-year old mind could have come up with, although my version would probably have included a scene with a motorcycle riding werewolf, and left out the bit with the self-made silver rockets for the RPG. “What’s cooler than a werewolf?” “Oh, I know! A werewolf with a metal skin!!”

However, while the script doesn’t seem clued in on its own stupidity, some of the actors – at least Delaney and the scenery-chewing Bostwick, probably also Musetta Vander as a tech girl for once living through a whole horror movie – seem to have quite a bit of fun making fun of their roles. I certainly won’t blame them.

The most important thing about a monster movie is of course its monster. As a film made in 1995, Project: Metalbeast (and how awesome is that title, by the way?) doesn’t use the bane of all monster movies known as CGI.

Instead, we get a perfectly adorable monster suit, although I must say that the golden colour its metal variation sports is a little ill advised, as is the spiky look of its hair which makes it look rather porcupine-like for a supposed werewolf. However, there’s nothing wrong with a werecupine.

In a rare moment of genius someone, probably director Alessandro De Gaetano, thought it prudent to hire a real pro to get into the were-suit and so it is worn by everyone’s favorite Jason Voorhees actor Kane Hodder. Not that he’s all that impressive in the role, mind you – he is unfortunately not doing much that goes beyond the lingering massive shadow thing, and I doubt he does his growling himself.

Given how stupid it is, and that it is not necessarily the most original or exciting of films, I still find myself in a position to warmly recommend Project: Metalbeast. It pushes the buttons in the heart of a monster movie fan your usual SciFi Channel production just won’t reach (I presume because those films just hate their own audience). It’s a throwback, but a fun one.

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