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Why Am I in a Box?

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

Why Am I In a Box?One of the most mistaken assumptions is that artists have it easy. Sure, it sounds awesome. You get to sit around in your pajamas all day, chasing your muse and watching or reading whatever catches your attention, all in the name of “research.” But then you have to actually do the work. You have to create. You have to deliver the goods. You have to make something out of nothing. And therein lies the rub. Take it from me—inspiration isn’t always enough. Sometimes, you need a little something extra to motivate you. Writer/director/actress Rachel Grubb obviously knows this. Her new film, Why Am I in a Box?, is a look at artists who need, shall we say, extreme motivation. And they get it. Boy, do they get it.

Ellen Farnsby (Rachel Grubb) is a writer. Well, she wants to be a writer. Her boyfriend, Ted (Mike Rylander), is a writer too. Well, he wants to be a writer too. Jeremy (Derek Dirlam), who has a crush on Ellen, is a filmmaker. Well, he wants to be a filmmaker. All that’s keeping these artists from creating a masterpiece is themselves. That’s where Paige (Brooke Lemke) comes in. Paige wants to be a writer, but she knows her limits. Rather than torture herself with delusions of grandeur, she’d much rather torture someone else. So, one day she kidnaps Ellen and locks her away in a room, demanding Ellen write a novel. Think of Paige as the ultimate patron. She’s willing to provide Ellen with everything she needs to create—especially inspiration. See, if Paige doesn’t like what Ellen writes, Ellen will die. And as proof of her commitment, Paige presents the severed finger of a former protégé. How’s that for inspiration? It’s certainly enough for Ellen, who begins writing for her life, while the men in her life begin trying to save her life…that is, when they’re not trying to create their own works of art—because, really, what’s more important: life or art?

A prisoner of her artGrubb has given us a movie that, severed limbs aside, bears more relation to the mumblecore films of Andrew Bujalski than to standard-issue fright flicks—call it “mumblehorror” if you will. This quirky black comedy rambles along at its own pace, finding its rhythm as it goes. But that’s all part of its charm. Another part of its charm is the performances of its cast. While some of the players are a bit uneven, all of the principals are very good. For me, the standout is Derek Dirlam. As Jeremy, he demonstrates the charisma and chops necessary to easily carry a big-budget, mainstream project. Speaking of budget, Grubb has delivered a flick that, quality-wise, is head and shoulders above other low-budget indie horror films. Why Am I in a Box? looks and, more surprisingly, sounds wonderful. That’s quite an achievement for a first-time director working with limited funds.

Ms. Grubb began her career with plans to become a novelist. Along the way, she got sidetracked. With Why Am I in a Box?, she’s been able to cleverly exorcise those authorial demons. Hopefully, she has a little left over in her toolbox for her next flick. Maybe something about a slacker actress that gets some much-needed motivation from an overzealous director? Ooh, that’s good. I think I’ll write my own screenplay—right after I finish watching this Project Runway marathon.

~Theron Neel

Baba Yaga (aka Kiss Me Kill Me)

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

Baba YagaWell, we made it. It’s the last stop on Slammed & Damned’s whirlwind European tour. We’ve seen four Euro horror films in four days. And while we haven’t seen all that much of Europe, we have seen four very different styles of Euro horror. First, it was Devil’s Nightmare, a slightly sleazy Belgian/Italian film. Then we saw Pieces, a wonderfully awful Spanish slasher flick. Next, it was back to Italy for Mario Bava’s atmospheric marvel Kill, Baby…Kill! And now we arrive at our final selection, a 1973 Italian/French production called Baba Yaga (aka Kiss Me Kill Me).

As you’ll remember, originally I was going to review Kiss Me Kill Me, before I realized it was the same flick as Baba Yaga. Because my copy of Kiss Me Kill Me is an inferior-quality disc, I decided to treat myself and review my nice, remastered DVD of Baba Yaga instead. I hope that’s okay with everyone. Although Kiss Me Kill Me and Baba Yaga are essentially the same film, there might be minor differences between them. I apologize if you were looking forward to a review of Kiss Me Kill Me specifically.

Baba Yaga in printThe film Baba Yaga is based on a graphic novel of the same name by Italian comics artist Guido Crepax, who came to prominence in the 1960s and ‘70s and was known for his fluid illustrations and erotic, hallucinatory storytelling. Though he’s not a household name, he has been covertly influential over the years. If you’ve seen Frank Miller’s Sin City books, you’ve seen Crepax.

Baba Yaga is the story of Valentina Rosselli (Isabelle De Funès), a popular photographer known for her edgy, politically influenced glamour shots. One day, Valentina catches the eye of Baba Yaga (Carroll Baker), a beautiful older woman who just might be a witch. With the help of her friend Arno (George Eastman), Valentina does her best to resist Baba Yaga’s efforts at seduction and domination. And while this plot unfolds, we get a good look at ‘70s fashion in all its tacky glory. The proceedings are filled with deliciously decadent glam-rock clothes and furnishings, as well as a large dose of the nudity and fetishism favored by Crepax.

Baba Yaga onscreenDirector Corrado Farina set out to interpret Crepax’s work into the medium of film and he did a good job—maybe too good of a job. What works on the comic page doesn’t necessarily work on the screen. Crepax’s stories and images are surreal dreamscapes that are highly impressionistic and often lack a strong plot line. In his work, it’s not the tale that’s important; what matters is how it’s told. Farina employed the same philosophy in making Baba Yaga, but the demands of commercial film (and his producers) required a somewhat straightforward narrative be imposed. So, Farina wrapped his basic tale in bizarre imagery and visual non sequiturs that are faithful to Crepax but don’t have much relation to traditional film grammar and syntax. The end result is a bit of a mess. But it’s a Euro-fabulous mess that can be a lot of fun if you approach it on its own terms. Also, don’t expect much horror in this horror movie. It’s not scary, just stylish. But that’s enough for me. I choose to view it as a time capsule—one that includes a groovy score as well as a leather-clad killer sex doll. (See what I did? If you were on the fence, I know you want to see it now.) Check out the NSFW trailer below for a taste of Baba Yaga’s sado-delights.

Wow, is that it? I can hardly believe we’re done with Euro Horror Week and our look at the Blood Bath DVD four-pack. It’s been a hectic, yet fun-filled few days. Travel should be educational, and I have to say that I did learn something from our trek. While I’ve always thought of Euro horror as a fairly limited genre, I think we’ve seen that it’s not. It contains, to borrow a phrase from ska-punk band Sublime, “everything under the sun.” And if you ask me, to borrow a phrase from ‘80s British band Fine Young Cannibals, that’s a “good thing.” One more thing, I hope my use of all these song titles to close my reviews this week didn’t, to borrow a phrase from Canadian band The Odds, “make you mad.” (Personally, it’s kinda getting on my nerves.)

~Theron Neel

Kill, Baby…Kill!

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Kill, Baby...Kill!Here we are on day three of Slammed & Damned’s Euro Horror Week, during which we’re taking a look at the flicks in a DVD four-pack called Blood Bath. If you remember, we began in Italy 1971 and then shot over to Spain 1982. Now we’re back in Italy again. Even though we seem to be spending a lot of time in la bella Italia, you have to admit this tour is giving us a nice look at a pretty wide range of Euro horror. Today, we’re going to visit the brilliant Mario Bava’s 1966 film Kill, Baby…Kill! (aka Operazione paura), which is about as far from Pieces as you can get.

We open in Germany 1907. A string of mysterious deaths has occurred in a small village. Though it’s a new era, the villagers are still mired in the lore and superstition of centuries past. While the deaths all seem to be accidents, it is commonly believed that the real cause is a local curse. Hoping to get to the bottom of these tragedies, Inspector Kruger has summoned a coroner, Dr. Paul Eswai (Giacomo Rossi-Stuart), to examine the corpse of the most recent victim. Aiding him will be the beautiful Monica (Erika Blanc), who has recently returned to the village from school. Together, they discover a silver coin embedded in the heart of the dead girl and are soon drawn into a mystery with ramifications neither are prepared to believe possible. It seems the spirit of young Melissa Graps, who died 20 years earlier, is back to take vengeance on the people of her village. But can this be true? What role does Ruth, the local sorceress, play? And what of the mysterious Baroness Graps, who lives alone in her crumbling villa? Is she mad, evil…or both?

Evil is a childKill, Baby…Kill! is a wonderful film and an excellent example of what’s great about Mario Bava as a filmmaker. It’s interesting to step back and view this film in context of the times in which it was made. In the mid-sixties, Britain’s Hammer Studios was making solid, Gothic horror flicks, while in America, Roger Corman was doing the same through American International Pictures. Over in Italy, Bava was making similar films, but he brought a level artistic skill that far surpassed that of his peers. Kill, Baby…Kill! is full of what we love about Bava: artful compositions, expert utilization of shadow and light, an active camera, surprising use of color. Watching this movie today, it’s easy to see the line connecting Bava and Dario Argento, who seems to have picked up where Bava left off—maybe more so than Bava’s son, Lamberto, who acts here as his father’s assistant director.

If you want an understated piece of atmospheric horror filmmaking with subtle hallucinogenic visual touches, seek out Kill, Baby…Kill! It might not be as well known as Black Sunday or Black Sabbath, but it’s definitely as good a film—in fact, in some ways it might even be better.

All right, people, we’re almost done with our whirlwind tour of Europe, and I must admit I’m beginning to flag a bit. One more flick to go. Check in tomorrow to see if I can do it, to borrow a phrase from Daft Punk, “one more time.”

~Theron Neel

Pieces

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

PiecesWelcome to the second stop on Slammed & Damned’s European tour. Yesterday, Euro Horror Week began in Italy, with an exciting visit to Devil’s Nightmare. Today, we hop over to Spain for a 1982 slasher-fest called Pieces (aka Mil gritos tiene la noche), a somewhat notorious film in certain circles. No less an authority than director Eli Roth has called this flick “a masterpiece of early ‘80s sleaze.” And he’s right. But that’s not all it is.

If I had to choose one word to describe Pieces, it would be “gratuitous.” Everything about this movie is gratuitous. The violence? Gratuitous. The nudity? Gratuitous. The aerobic dancewear? Gratuitous. I mean, it’s just all so over the top and so terrible. And that’s exactly why it’s so wonderful.

Pieces was written by the infamous trash-meister Joe D’Amato, but it doesn’t appear to have been written at all. The story is all over the place here. This is one of those films where you’re constantly asking, “Didn’t he just…?” or “Why did they…?” At times, it seems director Juan Piquer Simón cut the flick up into pieces and assembled it while blindfolded and then dubbed in explanatory dialogue to fix any narrative problems. And somehow, it all works.

We open in Boston 1942. A boy, about 10 years old, is putting together a nudie puzzle when his mom walks in and freaks out. And I mean Freaks. Out. She starts screaming angrily and trashing the room, and then she demands that he go fetch her a plastic bag to clean up with. He goes, but he doesn’t bring back a plastic bag (which weren’t even invented until 1950). He returns with an axe, and then he freaks out. And I mean FREAKS. OUT. He whacks her with the axe and then sits down to gleefully dismember her with a saw. Unlike his mom, he hasn’t lost his head—when the police show up, he hides in a closet and plays innocent.

Chills!Cut (ahem) to 40 years later. There’s a maniac running loose on a Boston university campus, cutting up coeds with a chainsaw and taking pieces of the bodies. We know the killer is the little boy because we see him reassembling the now bloody puzzle from the opening scene. But who is he? Is he a student? Is he the groundskeeper? Is he a professor or maybe the dean? Soon, the police are called in. Apparently, the Boston police department only has two detectives, and they might well be the most incompetent detectives in movie history. But they mean well and everyone respects them. Eventually, the case is solved, but not before the murderer has bloodily chopped up several coeds and collected enough body parts to assemble a human nudie puzzle. The end?

Thrills!I love this movie so much, but where to begin? Let’s break it down. First, the score of this flick is fantastic. It’s like a character all its own. One minute, it’s moody Goblin-like electro sound effects; the next minute, it’s cheesy ‘70s porn music. But it’s always perfect. Awesome! Next, this killer isn’t your usual maniac. He seems to also be the invisible man. This guy strolls around campus in broad daylight wearing a trench coat, a suspicious black fedora pulled low, clumsily hiding his chainsaw behind his back—and no one notices. Awesome! Next, because the police force is so understaffed, the lead detective (‘70s hunk Christopher George) calls in an amateur to work undercover. But not just any amateur. He calls in former world-famous tennis pro Mary Riggs (‘70s fox Linda Day George), who happens to have retired to a desk job in the police station. Awesome!

Bastard!!!Speaking of Linda Day George, she has maybe the best scene in the movie. After finding the bloody corpse of a young girl, she’s so upset that she stands waving her clenched fists and looking at the sky, screaming “Bastard! Bastard! (beat) BASTARD!!!” It’s so deliciously awful, I had to stop and watch it twice. Awesome! Add to that the aforementioned aerobic dancewear that seems to appear every few minutes, as well as a kung fu attack that comes out of nowhere for no reason other than to have a kung fu attack in the movie, and you just have one of the best worst flicks ever committed to film. But it’s not all bad. If Pieces gets anything right, it’s the kills. There are several bloody, stylish murders here. So, if you’re watching and scratching your head at some incongruous plot point, just wait a few minutes. You’ll be rewarded with a slo-mo stabbing on a water bed or something cool like that.

Oops, I forgot to mention the ending, which totally violates the rules of storytelling. The reveal of the killer is utterly underplayed. It’s mentioned almost as an afterthought. Of course, by then we’ve figured it out. It’s pretty clear who the murderer is within the first 20 minutes. Still, they could’ve tried to make it the big deal it’s supposed to be. Also, there’s a point at which the flick really should’ve ended—a pretty good jump scare. It was the perfect place to stop…but they kept on going…and tacked on another jump scare that’s just plain confusing and totally cuts the tension of the first one, sending the film off in a completely different direction right before it stops. But somehow, and I’m not sure how, it’s the perfect ending for this film.

More chills!So, with Pieces, the filmmakers have given us one of the worst films I’ve ever seen, and in so doing, one of the best films I’ve ever seen. I’m still not sure how they did it, but I really don’t care. I’m just glad it exists.

All right, there you have the second entry in Euro Horror Week. There are two more films to watch and review over the next three days and, so far, I’m doing pretty well. I think I can make it, coach. Oh, one thing before I close. Yesterday, I jokingly asked you to “place your bets” on my ability to complete the challenge I’ve set for myself. I want to stress that this is an exhibition, not a competition. So, please, no wagering. Personally, I remain cautiously optimistic. Stop by tomorrow as we resume our tour and I, to borrow a phrase from The Wiz, “ease on down the road.”

~Theron Neel

Devil’s Nightmare

Monday, January 25th, 2010

Devil's NightmareWe kick off Euro Horror Week with a 1971 Belgian/Italian flick for which details are fuzzy and information is hard to come by, even though it seems to be somewhat popular. As so often happens with low-budget foreign horror movies from the 1970s, this movie has a plethora of titles. On the DVD box, it’s called Devil’s Nightmare, though I find it listed other places as The Devil’s Nightmare (a small difference to be sure, but just the kind to make me crazy). The title in the credits of the movie is La Terrificante Notte Del Demonio, but on IMDb it comes up as La plus longue nuit du diable. In all, I’ve found a whopping 14 different titles for this flick. So, call it what you like. You know what they say: A rose by any other name—but is Devil’s Nightmare a rose? I suppose it might be, if you consider the fact that it has a few thorns.

We open in sepia-toned Berlin 1945. One particular Nazi, Baron von Rhoneberg (a nice Teutonic name), has stepped away from the war to be at the birth of his child. Sadly, his wife dies in childbirth (much like the Nazi agenda, not sadly), but he’s presented with an adorable baby girl, who he immediately stabs with his bayonet. This is probably the most disturbing scene in the whole flick, and the fact that it occurs five minutes in is one of the thorns I alluded to. Remember, this is foreign horror from 30 years ago. It moves very slowly, even for me—a guy raised during the ‘70s. I love flicks like this, but this was the longest 95 minutes I’ve spent watching a movie in quite a while. But I digress.

Cut to Berlin 1971. Baron von Rhoneberg has locked himself away in his family castle. A nosy reporter has tracked him down and is hounding him for an interview. You’d think she wants to know how a high-ranking Nazi officer escaped prosecution, but you’d be wrong. She’s after the hard-hitting story of the von Rhoneberg family curse. It seems that a pact has been made with Satan. It seems each generation’s first-born girl will become a succubus (which explains why the Baron killed his daughter). And it seems to be common knowledge, so I don’t know why the reporter had so much trouble getting the story. Even all the villagers know. But villagers always seem to know everything, don’t they? When the reporter is found dead (of course), the villagers gather round the body and agree that it must’ve been the succubus. Ah, the age before the internet. Can you imagine if this happened today? It’d be all over The Drudge Report in seconds. But I digress.

Succubus at workMeanwhile, a tour bus full of seven sightseers (the usual varied group of clichéd characters from European Central Casting) is tooling around the German forest, seeing the sites (which seem to be, umm, trees). The tour bus hits a roadblock, but the driver is advised by an über-creepy farmer to head to—say it with me—the Baron’s castle, which he does (of course). After they arrive, it soon becomes über-clear that the seven people on the bus represent the seven deadly sins, though some of them are sketched more broadly than others. It was über-easy to identify lust, gluttony, greed and pride. But all the others just seemed to be über-whiny, which isn’t a deadly sin though it probably should be. But I über-digress.

Later that night, the mysterious Lita shows up, a beautiful flame-haired Euro-babe. While she is initially turned away by the housekeeper, she eventually gains entry. And this is when things start to go über-bad. (I swear that’s my last “über” gag.) To make a slow story fast, Lita is a succubus and she begins to knock off people in ways related to the seven deadly sins. I say “begins” because the whole theme peters out after the first couple of kills. Eventually, a fairly effective twist ending is tacked on to finish things up. The end.

Devil’s Nightmare starts strong, but slows as it goes. It has plenty of what makes ‘70s Euro horror great: atmosphere and hot chicks in skimpy clothes. Though the production values in this flick are low, the costumes and makeup are seventies-tastic. Because the movie has been dubbed in to English, the performances are hard to judge. And, boy, has this flick been dubbed—at times, I felt as if I was watching Godzilla by way of an episode of Speed Racer. There isn’t much gore at all, but when there is, the filmmakers use that classic bright-red fake blood that looks like paint (which I love, but your mileage may vary). Another Euro-horror trope Devil’s Nightmare has is the almost-mandatory lesbian sex scene. So, you can relax. It’s here, though admittedly somewhat modest. It’s as if director Jean Brismée knows he has to include one, but doesn’t want it to be gratuitous, which is funny if you think about it.

Psst, this is SatanThe only actors I’ll mention by name are Erika Blanc, who plays the succubus, and Daniel Emilfork, who plays Satan. Blanc is an Italian actress known for her work in horror flicks of the period. She’s quite good as Lita, prowling around in revealing clothes and tempting people to their doom. Her makeup in Devil’s Nightmare is an interesting choice. She’s gorgeous as she tempts people, but when they die she looks like, well, a green current-day Faye Dunaway. Emilfork is one of those actors you know you’ve seen somewhere. I finally realized I knew him from the cool French film The City of Lost Children. Here, all he has to do is sit around looking mysterious, and he nails it.

So there you go. The first entry in Euro Horror Week has been watched and reviewed, people. Can I keep up this grueling pace? Place your bets. Sure, four movies over five days sounds easy enough. But, to borrow a phrase from ’80s prog rock band Asia, “only time will tell.”

~Theron Neel

Motel Hell

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Motel HellI just finished watching the wonderful 1980 horror flick Motel Hell and it got me thinking. Now, I doubt this is the reaction the filmmakers were looking for when they made this witty little treat, and it’s definitely not the reaction I had when I saw it originally as a teenager. But as one ages and the body begins to break down, the mind begins to assert itself. So bear with me. Watching Motel Hell as a kid, I delighted in seeing former western star Rory Calhoun playing a murderous, cannibalistic farmer. But as an adult, I realized this flick holds an interesting place in the history of horror movies: Motel Hell might well be the true last gasp of ‘70s horror.

In the 1970s, horror flicks were more concerned with story and character than with the gruesome, bloody kills that became the hallmark of ‘80s slasher flicks. Of course, slashers didn’t just pop up overnight. It’s pretty much universally agreed that Bob Clark’s excellent 1974 film Black Christmas is the proto-slasher. He laid the foundation that allowed John Carpenter to make Halloween in 1978. Both those films favored character and tone over blood and gore. It took 1980’s Friday the 13th to bring the slasher film into its own. Jason Vorhees not only chopped up a bunch of horny campers, he also pretty much single-handedly killed ‘70s horror. Sure, it can be argued that Jason was just Leatherface in a hockey mask, but the truth is fright films changed. But that’s as it should be—new horrors for a new generation.

Come on in and stay...forever!Though it was also released in 1980, Motel Hell is ‘70s horror through and through. With more focus on story and style than blood and guts, director Kevin Connor has given us the charming tale of Farmer Vincent (Rory Calhoun) and his little sister Ida (Nancy Parsons). They run a little hotel in rural California called Motel Hello, though the constantly flickering “O” lends the film its ironic name. Vincent and Ida have a booming side business selling home-made smoked meats. Everyone agrees they are the best in the land and taste like nothing they’ve ever had. That’s because Vincent uses no preservatives and mixes in a secret ingredient: human flesh.

The secret gardenWith his overalls and mane of white hair, you’d never think Vincent was a serial killer. At their core, he and the eccentric Ida are down-home country folk, and their work ethic proves it. Most nights, you’ll find them out booby-trapping the nearby country roads, hoping to cause car accidents. When they do, they drag the injured people back to their farm, sever the unlucky victims’ vocal cords and plant them up to their necks in the “secret garden.” They leave them there, curing, until they’re deemed ready, and then Vincent and Ida grind them up and mix them into their smoked pork sausage. An old-fashioned, God-fearing gentleman, Vincent is convinced he’s doing the Lord’s work, both feeding the hungry and slowing down overpopulation.

All is well until the night that Vincent ambushes pretty, young Terry (Nina Axelrod) and her boyfriend Bo. Bo is planted with the others in the garden, but Terry’s pure beauty touches Vincent’s heart and he lets her live. Terry stays on at the farm to heal, much to Ida’s chagrin. Little does Vincent know, this is the beginning of the end.

Heeeere, piggy piggyThe next morning, Vincent and Ida’s baby brother, Bruce (Paul Linke), stops by. Bruce is the local sheriff, and he takes a shine to Terry. But Terry only has eyes for Vincent. She falls in love with her farmer in shining armor and agrees to marry him. This causes the jealous Sheriff Bruce to do some detective work. I won’t spoil the ending, but I will leave you with this awesome teaser: a chainsaw battle between Sheriff Bruce and a man wearing a pig’s head—yes, that’s right, two pigs fighting it out. This image is a nice example of the unexpectedly subtle humor in Motel Hell. Besides being a smart visual pun, it’s also a nice nod to Leatherface and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. The filmmakers even manage to work in a clever reference to George Romero’s zombies.

While this 1980 flick pays homage to horror films of the ‘70s, it also retains the tone of those films. There’s almost no blood and a spooky, unsettling atmosphere permeates the proceedings. Director Connor sets a mood then trusts the story and actors to carry the movie. Calhoun makes Vincent’s surprise at finding love late in life quite touching, even while he’s grinding up some grungy punk rockers he’s caught in his web. And Nancy Parsons’ Ida, though clearly unhinged, is somewhat pitiable when she sees her brother slipping away.

Elaine JoyceAnother thing that grounds this flick in the ‘70s is the number of fantastic supporting players from that period who appear. Though not well known today, people like the adorable Elaine Joyce, appearing as a zany swinger looking for a party, and the legendary DJ Wolfman Jack, playing a televangelist, were household names back in the Me Decade.

Yow! After looking back at this piece, I realize what started out as a simple review of Motel Hell has turned into something of a rant. That was not my intent, guys. I love slasher flicks—as long as they do what they’re supposed to do:  deliver several creative kills in a stylish way, with a modicum of wit. But over the years, they seem to have employed increasing amounts of blood and gore to make up for what they lack in plot. Please don’t let me put you off with highbrow terms like “tone” and “character.” The truth is, this flick is a devilishly good time. Check out the trailer below to get a taste of the treats available in Motel Hell. It’d be a shame if you didn’t check in some night for a visit.

~Theron Neel

The Crazies (1973)

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

The CraziesAs I’ve noted before, George A. Romero, whose career has now spanned more than 40 years, is much more than just “the zombie guy.” He’s an overtly political filmmaker whose films comprise a veritable scrapbook of the times in which they were made. But I don’t want to spoil your fun. He’s also a pulpy, subversive madman who delights in giving us blood and gore to make the real-life horrors he feeds us more palatable. The horror of racism goes down easier when hungry zombies ease the pain; the horror of war goes down easier when hungry zombies ease the pain; the horror of a consumer-driven society feeding on itself goes down easier when, well, hungry zombies ease the pain. His 1973 film The Crazies contains echoes of horrific events such as the Vietnam War, the Kent State shootings and the betrayals of the Nixon presidency. But, here, Romero’s not in a giving mood. There are no zombies, or anything else, to soften the blow.

We're coming to take you away, ha ha!The simple, pastoral life in Evan’s City, Pennsylvania, is totally destroyed when a government-engineered biological weapon is accidentally detonated outside of town. An extremely contagious virus, code-named Trixie, has been released. When a person catches “the bug,” as it’s called, the best-case prognosis is incurable, violent insanity. Before the townsfolk know what’s happening, their sleepy little hamlet has been invaded by the army and martial law has been declared. Though the government hopes to find an antidote, it’s quietly understood that the whole town will most likely be destroyed to contain the contagion. As the public panics and begins to fight back, it becomes harder and harder for the occupying troops to tell who is and isn’t infected.

We view the events through two sets of characters: a group of townsfolk and a group of soldiers. This is an effective device, but the characters themselves are given the barest of backstory and no arc. They exist only to drive the plot along, which is a problem dramatically. Romero makes his points, but his rage seems to hurt his focus. He’s so intent on showing us the evils of a callous bureaucracy in action that he doesn’t give us much reason to care about those whose rights are being violated.

Lynn Lowry is too good for this worldAll the performances are good, some hammier than others, but one sticks out. I keep thinking about Lynn Lowry’s delicate portrayal of Kathy, a young hippie chick that is so innocent and caring, no one can tell whether she’s crazy or sane. Lowry, most recently seen in George’s Intervention, steals the movie in the third act as Kathy struggles to live through the worst of situations. Yes, I know this character is a cliché (she’s “too good for this world”), but she does a wonderful job of illustrating one of Romero’s themes in The Crazies—specifically, what is crazy? We all know that sane people act crazy and crazy people act sane. Romero wants us to know that what is definitely insane is giving a bunch of scared, armed young soldiers the power to make that decision and then act as they see fit.

They'll never take us aliveNormally, movies so “of their time” seem dated when viewed decades later, but The Crazies manages to sidestep this hurdle because its themes have modern-day parallels. Events such as the massacre at Ruby Ridge, the rise of AIDS and the betrayals of a corrupt, uncaring government (sadly, that one never goes out of style) can now be read in to the flick. Perhaps that’s why it’s been remade recently (a new version of The Crazies is due next month). I haven’t been following it, but I’ll be interested to see what they do with Romero’s template. It shouldn’t take much tinkering to make the story relevant for today’s audience.

George RomeroWhile Romero definitely is the zombie guy, he’s also an artist. Now, an artist does more than bring form to chaos; he observes the world and interprets it for us in such a way that we see truths that otherwise might not be glimpsed. In the cinematic arts, a happy ending is usually tacked on to allow us to feel better about the world. But here, Romero is not that filmmaker. He seems fed up, and it shows. The Crazies is a cynical, bitter film by an artist with vision who has finally seen too much and is intent on telling us so. That’s a good thing…isn’t it?

~Theron Neel

Doing Time With Rolfe Kanefsky #5

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Rolfe KanefskyAnd we’re back. I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday. Things have been hopping here at Slammed & Damned—so much to do, so little time. Today, I come to you with mixed emotions. I’m excited to present the last section of my expansive interview with the amazing Rolfe Kanefsky. But I’m also a little sad that we’re finished. In this final installment, we cover the making of Rolfe’s wonderful horror flick Nightmare Man as well as his latest film, One in the Gun. He also talks candidly about his experiences with After Dark Horrorfest, which bring new meaning to the maxim “Be Careful What You Wish For.” And for all you aspiring filmmakers, Rolfe offers advice on how to break in to the biz. This series of articles is so valuable for anyone that wants to know the reality of filmmaking and the way the game is played in Hollywood (check out parts one, two, three and four). Rolfe has been exceedingly generous with his time as well as his thoughts and opinions. As the kids say, he’s told it as it is—and for that, I thank him.

Nightmare Man What’s the story behind Nightmare Man, Rolfe? It’s a great little movie. Tell me the truth—was this just an excuse to allow Tiffany the chance to run through the woods in her underwear while brandishing a crossbow? Because that sounds like something she’d really dig.

Nightmare Man actually began as an opening scene from another script entitled In the Web I had written years earlier that I considered Gabriella Hall to play the lead. In that script, it’s a scene that turns out to be the end of a movie that someone is watching on television. Then In the Web goes off in a completely different direction.

Well, my friend and composer, Christopher Farrell, read In the Web and said to me that he loved that opening scene and would like to see that movie.  Cut to a few years later, I had just finished shooting Jacqueline Hyde and was in New York for the post-production. I had a free week before I could begin cutting the movie and was bored.  I remembered what Chris said and that it might be fun to try to turn that scene into its own screenplay. So, I sat down and seven days later had Nightmare Man.  My parents and a few friends read it and really liked it. Because of the financial mess that Jacqueline Hyde turned in to, my parents thought it was time to try to produce another movie together.  We hadn’t done that since my first feature, There’s Nothing Out ThereNightmare Man seemed fairly small and contained. Horror films were doing well so we jumped in and, almost 16 years to the day since Nothing, we made Nightmare Man.

My goal was to take the simple premise of a bunch of young adults partying in the woods when bad things happen but to mix it up a bit and play around with the conventions.  But I didn’t want it to be another spoof like There’s Nothing Out There. I wanted this one to be scary with a sense of fun, but coming from a place of reality.

Tiffany goes huntingI think that’s a perfect description.

If you really examine the film, you’ll see that all of the clichés are either twisted, disposed of or wind up there for a real reason.  The clichéd “dream scene” opening turns out to be real. The car running out of gas and the cell phone not working are all part of the plan as it turns out. When danger arrives at the house in the woods in the form of Ellen [Blythe Metz] and the “Nightmare Man,” they actually call and get through to the police. They protect themselves with real weapons—crossbow, hunting rifle, knives—and they turn out the lights and watch the windows and doors. They make a sincere effort to stay alive and fix this horrible situation.

And then there’s the supernatural twist that most people don’t see coming, despite the fact that the film and character tells the audience from the very beginning that it will happen! It’s set up from the get-go and hinted at throughout the entire movie.

That’s so true. I was so caught up in the flick that it surprised me, even though I’d considered it.

I bring all this up because, years later, after the film was released, many people have attacked it for being stupid and clichéd for all of the above reasons, which seems to me that they didn’t pay much attention to the movie while they were watching it. Luckily, a lot of people did like it and it was very successful. Again, that didn’t mean any money for us (the producers) but I’ll talk about that later.

As for Tiffany Shepis in her underwear and crossbow, that sort of developed during pre-production. I did have Tiffany in mind for the character of Mia, which also happens to be the name of Tiffany’s real-life daughter who she was giving birth to while I was writing the script. And I was always thinking of a way that I could top that amazing silver spacesuit that she wears in The Hazing.

Do a little dance, make a little kill...That would be a challenge.

In the original script, Tiffany does the striptease down to her underwear, but when she hears the sound outside, she throws on her clothes and grabs the crossbow to investigate.

I think it was during wardrobe fittings, when I saw Tiffany in that black lace underwear and bra that I realized she has to go outside wearing only that with the crossbow.  It may be a little silly, but it is too cool and sexy to resist. I remember a friend or two telling me not to do that, but there are some cases where the “coolness” of an image outweighs the logic argument.

Hey, film is a visual medium.

And everyone admits that Tiffany does look fantastic like that. We had one poster where that was the main image with her in silhouette holding the crossbow. I’ve heard talk that there may be an “action figure” of Tiffany from Nightmare Man like that. I’d be very proud.

[Laughs] I would definitely buy it! I was really impressed with the way you controlled the mood throughout the film. It almost seems like each scene was an exercise in modulating tension.

Well, Nightmare Man was also designed to have a slightly different structure from many horror films. First off, I wanted to take the audience through three different decades of horror movies, starting in the ‘70s. I wanted the opening to have a creepy, almost television movie feel where you hear noises and see shadows but not much else. I’m a big fan of the television movies Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark and Trilogy of Terror.

Trilogy of Terror's Zuni fetish dollYes! Man, I loved those flicks. TV movies from the ‘70s are it. Especially Trilogy of Terror. That one stuck with me for years.

The third story with Karen Black and the Zuni fetish doll are obvious inspirations, and in a way, the movie is a real homage to that episode. I purposely designed the mask as a life-size version of the doll’s face.

The Nightmare ManAha, I thought the Nightmare Man’s mask looked familiar.

The scene with Ellen in the car by herself is one of my favorite moments in the movie. I really wanted to see how long I could milk the suspense and tension, building it as it goes. We shot that and the car drive before it runs out of gas in the same day/night up in Big Bear.  It was our last day there and I had a detailed shot list of every angle I needed. We had 16 hours to shoot 78 different camera set-ups with one HD Panasonic Vericam camera. By the time the sun had set, we had 26 shots done and the crew was very happy. I said, “Great. We’re on schedule. Only 52 more shots to go.”  They thought I was kidding. Luckily, Paul Deng, my DP on Nightmare Man, Jacqueline Hyde, Pretty Cool Too and Mood Boobs, is a real workhorse and we moved like crazy. Blythe’s performance sells that scene, and the sound design by Matt Bobb, my mixer, really delivers. If you see the film with a real 5.1 surround sound system, it’s very effective.

I can vouch for that.

Anyway, that scene leads the film from the ‘70s to the ‘80s with a Friday the 13th stalk/chase scene in the woods. I really wanted it to feel like the “end” of a Friday the 13th movie and create this very long sequence so it’s like you’re watching the end of the movie at the beginning. I never wanted the tension to stop. This is why I introduce all the kids in the house in short bits, because I wanted to get it out of the way without stopping the flow that is taking place with Ellen and the killer. That’s why there isn’t the typical scene where you meet all the kids driving up during the day and unpacking because those scenes are usually boring. Nothing happens except to establish the characters. I felt I could do that “on the run” so to speak.

Just a walk in the woodsGotcha—if it doesn’t drive the narrative, screw it.

When the two storylines come together, the tone of the film shifts again to a psychological thriller. Is Ellen crazy, or is there really a killer? Who do we trust? What would you do in this situation? At that moment, my blend of suspense and humor really comes to the surface, with Tiffany having all the best lines.

And then just when you think it is actually a standard “Scooby-Doo” mystery that I had hoped most of the audience would have guessed before, the true supernatural surprise comes along, throwing the film into the ‘90s with a touch of Evil Dead, Tales From the Crypt and The Entity thrown in.  And then, finally, I wrap it all up by taking us back to the ‘70s with a very Trilogy of Terror finale.

So, I do think the film has an interesting structure that builds as it goes. Some have found the beginning slow while others think that’s the best part. It’s a film that has a little horror for everyone’s different taste in the genre.

Blythe MetzEssentially, it’s two films—two tastes that taste great together! Blythe is again very good, playing a totally different kind of crazy than she did in Jacqueline Hyde.

I wanted to work with Blythe again and was very interested in teaming her up with Tiffany [Shepis]. They are very different but have very strong independent personalities that I knew would clash and, in the right situation, could make for some great, explosive scenes. A year earlier, I was attached to a remake of The House on Sorority Row with a different script and other producers, who ended up not having the rights. But we did have some casting sessions, and I really wanted Tiffany and Blythe to be the two bitchy sorority sisters who are forced to work together but don’t really like each other. Their characters are always competing.

However, that project fell through and, obviously, I didn’t wind up directing the Sorority Row that was finally remade years later. But, not doing that film probably helped inspire me to write Nightmare Man, which was really my first “straight” slasher script.

The “straightest” slasher flick you’ve done so far, anyway.

Well, once I had written it, I knew Blythe and Tiffany would be a perfect match in this one. They have very different styles of acting, and they did clash which was great for the story. I think the scene where Blythe is tied up on the couch and Tiffany is sitting behind her drinking from the bottle is some of their best work, and it occurred because they play off each other so well. Give a good actor a strong partner and you’ll be happily surprised by the results.

Hanna PutnamYou are quite the diplomat, sir. But you’re right. And once again, all the casting is great. Besides Tiffany and Blythe, I thought Hanna Putnam was great as Trinity.

Well, Hanna was a fun story. She was a struggling actress who had recently moved to Hollywood and was working as a waitress in an all-night deli. Clu Gulager, a great actor I know who has been around forever, eats at the deli all the time.  He met Hanna and suggested she come to a bar where a group of my filmmaker friends sometimes gathers on Thursday nights. I go on occasion, and the night Hanna showed up, I came with Tiffany. We were right in the middle of casting Nightmare Man and [Hanna] had the perfect look for the character, so I said, “If you want to audition, come on by.” Now, the chances of meeting an “actress” that happens to be great in a bar in Los Angeles is very slim, but that’s exactly what happened. Hanna’s audition blew me away. She was Trinity and Nightmare Man officially “introduces” her. Hanna has gone on to star in Feast 2 and Feast 3 with the Gulagers. I also worked with her again in Pretty Cool Too. She’s very funny in it as the telemarketer.

Tiffany is the Nightmare Man's nightmareAlso, Aaron Sherry was wonderful in his small—but very crucial—role.

Aaron Sherry was introduced to me by my producer, Esther Goodstein. Aaron, besides being an actor, is also a professional fight coordinator. So, he was hired for that and to be the “Nightmare Man” while wearing the mask for all the chase and fight scenes. I wasn’t sure if he would be the Nightmare Man when he takes off the mask. We were discussing getting a “name” for that part but, as it worked out, Aaron was really good and we let him do the scene in the car with Luciano [Szafir] as well. It’s a goofy, funny moment and probably not what you expect the Nightmare Man to be like sans mask. However, after all the bumbling mistakes he makes while trying to kill Ellen, who he turns out to be, personality-wise, makes a lot of sense.

Totally. He’s really funny there.

I have to add that James Ferris, who plays Jack, also adds a good performance. I had worked with James on Jacqueline Hyde and later on Pretty Cool Too. If you watch these three roles, you’ll see he has a nice range as an actor. Jack Sway, who play Ed, also brings a good, believable touch as Mia’s boy-toy.

Yeah, you really got a good cast. But that seems to be one of your strengths.

And of course, Richard Moll, who was only on the film for a night, helped add a touch of class and name value to the film. He did it as a favor and I thank him for it.

8 Films To Die ForThis flick was picked up by the people at After Dark Horrorfest as one of their 8 Films To Die For. How was that experience? Did it help the film in any noticeable way?

After Dark Films, aka “Distribution Heaven and Hell.” Here’s the story, both good and bad about After Dark Horrorfest.

Nightmare Man was filmed in 2005. We finished in 2006 and screened the film at Fangoria’s Weekend of Horror in Burbank for the first time. The audience loved it. A writer who was doing a story on Tiffany for Jane magazine gave the film a great review. A lot of horror websites gave the film great reviews, so myself and my parents decided to try to release the film like we did There’s Nothing Out There. So, we four-walled—which means rented—a theater in Los Angeles for a week in the beginning of August 2006. We got some really good reviews, some really bad reviews and some mixed reviews. For a horror film, that’s actually pretty good. We then hired a producer’s rep to handle and sell the film. We thought with all the good press, awards at film festivals that we had received and a limited theatrical run, Nightmare Man would be an easy sell. We also got one of the best promotion companies in Los Angeles, The Ant Farm, to create our poster and trailer. Some of their work is Lord of the Rings, The Sixth Sense, Signs, King Kong.

Whoa! Major players.

And yet a year later, we still had zero offers on the table. Horror was dead again. There was a glut in the marketplace, and without big name stars, nobody was interested. It was very disappointing as well as being a big financial loss for my parents and our few private investors. Once again, I had made next to nothing to write, direct and produce the film. It was a hard time. Even Tiffany, who loved the film, had given up on it. She wanted to just sell copies at her table at horror conventions telling me that at least a few people could see it.

Nightmare Man DVDShe’s a real trouper.

Out of depression, I went down to San Diego Comic-Con in August 2007 to get away from all this mess and try to have some fun. Walking around the dealer’s room, I saw that After Dark Films was there promoting their upcoming second year of Horrorfest: 8 Films To Die For. I know Mike Mendez, who had his Gravedancers in the first year of the festival, and wondered how they selected films. So, I went up to their booth and talked to the director of the festival, a very nice woman named Sara Finder.  She said that they have a deal with Lions Gate and go to Toronto and other festivals to find the films, but there were still some openings, and asked if I had a movie.

Of course, when trying to sell your film, always, always have a copy at your disposal. So, I handed her a DVD screener and a press kit with all our reviews, bios, awards, and she took it. I walked away happy because at least I tried. So, I called Tiffany and told her. She was…uninterested, knowing that they mostly handle bigger movies and a small $200,000 shot-on-HD movie had a slim-to-none chance of getting accepted. But I remembered the Butcher Brothers’ The Hamiltons had gotten in and that was a pretty small, no-name movie, so I thought what the hell.

When I returned to Los Angeles and told people what I had done, I got a very similar reaction. “Do you really expect After Dark to take your little film? It’s pie in the sky and a waste of time.”

Rolfe signsHell, it’s worth a shot, right?

I said, “Hey, if you don’t try, you’ll never succeed.” A week or so later, I received a call from a woman named Lucy at After Dark. She had my press package, but they had lost the DVD. Could I send them another one?  Sure, and I mailed it right over. At least, someone was on top of things and called. That is pretty amazing for this town.

[Laughs]

The next day I talked to my producer’s rep, who officially quit. She said nobody was buying horror. Nobody wants Nightmare Man and there’s nothing she could do. Then I spoke to MTI Video, the distribution company in Florida who had released my Alien Files, The Hazing, Pretty Cool, Pretty Cool Too and many of Tiffany’s other films as well. They loved me and loved Tiffany and passed on Nightmare Man as well.  It was true. Nobody wanted it. Lions Gate had also passed months ago.

So, the next day, I’m about to go to lunch with a friend and I send Lucy an email just to make sure she received the new DVD screener of Nightmare Man. About five minutes later, she sends me back an email that states she watched it, loved it, was showing it to other people at the company and would get back to me soon—40 minutes later, I’m at lunch and I get the phone call. After Dark wants Nightmare Man as part of their Horrorfest 2007! So, the film that nobody wanted was now about to get a 350 screen theatrical release for two weeks across America with a $10,000,000 ad campaign for prints and marketing. Lions Gate, who had passed on the film, would be releasing the DVD because they had a deal with After Dark. The Sci-Fi Channel, who had also passed on the film, would be showing it because they too had a deal with After Dark for the Horrorfest titles.

Nightmare Man proved it was the little film that could because I, the filmmaker, walked in a copy to a company at the right time and right place. Don’t let anyone tell you that luck doesn’t play a part in the film business.

Tiffany and Rolfe sign togetherIt seems that luck is the most important factor in this business.

Luckily, luck was on my side in this case. And if I was answering this back in December 2007, I would say that everyone lived happily ever after. However, this is the film business that we’re talking about. So, what happened? Well, the deal was made, but there were a few stipulations in the contact. There was no MG [money guaranteed]. So we had no advance. Only a back-end deal that meant we would see money after the films made back their P&A [prints and advertising] costs for the entire festival, which means all eight of the films, including Stan Winston’s little $11,000,000 Deaths of Ian Stone epic. On top of this, we had to pay for the film’s negative/answer print. Now, since Nightmare Man had been shot on HD and projected digitally, we never bothered to make a film print. It costs a lot of money. Now, we had no choice. If we wanted to be part of Horrorfest, we had to go to film and re-mix the film with Dolby Digital to get it on the optical track. Cost for all this: an additional $50,000.

Oh man!

Well, thanks to my parents, we did it and Nightmare Man came out. The theatrical gross for the entire eight films was about $2.8 million. If this was just for Nightmare Man, we would have been delighted, but if you add up the cost of all the films, the budgets came to around $25,000,000 plus $10,000,000 for advertising, and then there’s the cost of the DVD mastering and Lions Gate’s percentage—so guess what we saw back?

In 2008, Nightmare Man got released on DVD and was one of the most successful titles of the series. To date, I believe it has made almost $6,000,000 from DVD and television. Of that $6,000,000, we—myself, my parents, producers—have seen zero and probably never will make a penny. That, unfortunately, is Hollywood.

So, even when you can get a deal, you get screwed. Gotta love showbiz.

But on the plus side, the film is everywhere and pretty well-regarded. It showed that I could make a film that could make studios money. And, I’m proud of the final result. So, that’s the distribution heaven and hell story. Will my parents ever produce another film of mine? Probably not and I can’t blame them. However, I did the best job I could and got the film sold. It was an accomplishment and, luckily, I was able to make another movie a few years later that I just finished a few months ago.

One in the GunThat’s right. Your latest film is a pretty straight-ahead noir piece called One in the Gun. Have you always been a fan of film noir?

Film noir is a hard genre to define. James Ellroy said the best definition of film noir is “You’re fucked.” I like the line from Double Indemity when Fred McMurray says “I did it for the money and I did it for the girl. And i didn’t get the money and I didn’t get the girl.” That’s film noir!

Well put, sir.

But truthfully, it wasn’t one of my favorite genres. I love thrillers and Hitchcock, although most Hitchcock films are not classified as film noir even though they have a lot of the elements. The way One in the Gun came around was Esther Goodstein had met an actor named Steven Man who wanted to star in and produce a film noir thriller. He had loved a Mickey Rooney noir entitled Quicksand and suggested doing a road trip noir crossed with Russian roulette. But he didn’t have a script or a director. So, Esther hooked him up with me. I found it an exciting challenge because it was a genre that I had never tried before. Tomorrow By Midnight was my only thriller with a lot of black humor.

So, I thought about it and wrote a treatment. Steve and his producing partner, Michelle, read it and loved it. So, they hired me to write and direct the movie. At the time, they wanted to make it extremely low budget and probably not SAG. I had done that before with Esther on Pretty Cool, Nightmare Man and, well, almost all of my movies, so I agreed.

I started by borrowing a lot of film noirs from my friends and found much inspiration from Detour, The Hitch-Hiker, Shock Corridor, Out of the Past and many more. We decided it should be modern, so David Lynch came into play too. A lot of people think it’s got a real Lynch-like quality, comparing it to Mulholland Drive, Lost Highway and Wild at Heart. I put in a small reference to Blue Velvet as well, along with some of “Rod Serling’s Night Gallery,” Touch of Evil and one of my favorite films, After Hours. So, I don’t know if you’d call One in the Gun a straight-ahead noir. I wanted it to start that way, but without voice-over dialogue, and then slowly spiral out of control as it turns into a weird Lynchian nightmare. The film does shift gears about half-way through and becomes a lot more interesting than you’re first led to believe. In other words, if you watch the whole movie, it might surprise you.

Yes, it definitely does shift around. Noir is a tricky genre to write well, full of twists and turns as well as certain beats that have to be hit without them seeming clichéd or precious. I think you did a pretty nice job on One in the Gun. Was it a challenge for you to write a workable noir script?

I was actually very surprised how fast I wrote it. I didn’t intend to write so quickly but the first draft came out in six and a half days. I remember when the film became SAG and we were able to cast some names like Robert Davi, James Russo and Steven Bauer. They all loved the script, and Davi told me that he had no questions or concerns because he could tell that I spent a long time writing this story. It was all there on the page. Everything made sense and he just did what was written.

Robert Davi[Laughs] That’s great!

In fact, Robert Davi’s first big scene in the diner/club is one of the most favorite scenes I’ve ever directed. It really has a noir feel without being a spoof or parody, and his performance was amazing. Something much more powerful than I had ever imagined it. I even told him so after we wrapped, and he responded with “Hey, you give an actor good material…” which is one of the nicest compliments I have ever received as a writer.

One in the Gun was a project that just really came together fast and well. It wasn’t easy, mind you, but after 21 days of shooting—the longest production schedule I’d had since There’s Nothing Out There almost 20 years ago—I knew I had the film in the can. Putting it together in post turned out to be slightly more difficult, but we are done—I hope—and now have entered the exciting world of distribution, film festivals and other means of torture for an independent production with no deal in place. I am hoping and praying that I don’t run into the same issues as Tomorrow By Midnight. This is a smaller budget, but we have bigger names in a slightly more commercial venture.

And Esther Goodstein, my producer, also acts in the film as Belle, the lounge singer in the bar. I had hoped to get Tiffany in the film in a small but fun role, but her schedule didn’t work out on this one. However, I think our female cast, especially our femme fatale, Katherine Randolph, does a fantastic job and she will be seen soon in a bunch of horror flicks.

Katherine Randolph is trouble in One in the GunHers is one of my favorite performances actually.

Personally, Tomorrow By Midnight and One in the Gun are my two favorite films as a director because they were outside my comfort zone, and to pull that off is very exciting.

Are there other genres you haven’t worked in that you would like to tackle in the future?

Oh yes. I love musicals! I’ve tried to put musical numbers in a lot of my films. My mother was a Broadway dancer and singer, so I guess it’s in my blood. I also love Hong Kong action films. Big Jackie Chan fan. Would love to try one of those and direct a really great car chase scene someday. Just can’t do that without some real money. As I said, I would love to be making Hitchcock-type thrillers like North By Northwest, Strangers On A Train, Rear Window. And straight-out comedies would be awesome. Blonde and Blonder was my attempt to do a modern Abbott and Costello-type film, but with women. However, that turned into a disaster and of course, I didn’t direct it. So, I’d still loved to give one of those a shot.

Rolfe is pretty cool tooI wish you luck. So, Rolfe, we’ve covered your past pretty thoroughly. What about the future? Are there any goals you’d like to achieve? Anything else you’ve always wanted to do, filmwise, that you haven’t yet had the chance to do?

Well, so far I have only directed films that I have written or re-written. I’m open to good material but have yet to be seriously offered anything—good or bad. Luckily, I have a lot of scripts still unproduced, and yes, I do have many goals I’d like to achieve. In my opinion, I’m still getting started. Most people in Hollywood have no idea who I am or what movies I’ve made. Making a good movie that gets mainstream distribution is one goal. I think most filmmakers share that one.  Having enough time and money to make the film that I originally set out to make is another goal. All filmmakers share that one, and I know, no matter how much time and money you have, you want more.

As for movies that I want to make, I have a few favorite scripts. Exit is a Hitchcock-ian action thriller that I’d say is a cross between Run, Lola, Run and The Fugitive. Nevermore is my tribute to Edgar Allan Poe in a modern re-telling of four of his tales interwoven as one fresh, original story.

The Devil's PiesThat sounds awesome! A little nod to Corman.

It’s not an anthology. I really hope to be able to make those some day.

I also have my Tiffany Shepis projects. I wrote a splatter comedy horror script for Tiffany to make her directing debut with called The Devil’s Pies, which I would produce and supervise with Esther Goodstein. I also do have an anthology Tales From the Crypt-type of movie/television series called “Tiffany Shepis Presents Once Upon A Horror.” And I have Tiffany’s ultimate vehicle, entitled Twisted. My tagline is “If Hitchcock made a movie inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, it would be Twisted!”

Awww, that sounds too good to be true.

I have thrillers entitled Photographs and Crosswires that would be fun to make. A big-budget action parody called No-Brainer that I wrote with my friend, Gene Masse.

Those are always commercial.

Recently, I wrote some cool horror thrillers called Most Dangerous and Containment. And people still talk about a sequel to There’s Nothing Out There. I have the script. It’s called There’s Still Nothing Out There—“If you were afraid of Nothing…it’s back.” And people’s favorite: a “nature runs wild” flick called Skunks & Squirrels, with the tagline “Smell the Fear and Hide Your Nuts.” It’s my American Pie meets The Birds.

There's Still Nothing Out ThereMan, you have a ton of material! So, is horror your home base, something you’ll always return to?

Actually, no. Horror was never my favorite genre. Those films scared me. It wasn’t until I knew I wanted to be a filmmaker at the age of 14 that I began really watching and studying them. I have since become a fan and watch almost every horror film that gets made. I do love the genre, but I also love comedies and thrillers. I’ve been happy and fortunate to have been able to jump around from genre to genre over the years. My last three films were Nightmare Man (horror), Pretty Cool Too (comedy) and One in the Gun (film noir thriller), so I keep mixing it up. Would I return to horror? Absolutely. Do I intend to return soon? Yes.

At the moment, I am writing seven scripts for Alain Siritzky (non-horror, although there are elements), I have a script with the company Sobini Films. It’s a horror screenplay called Terror World that will hopefully be going out to the major studios this coming February. I would love to direct it. We’ll see what happens. It takes place in a horror-themed amusement park. I also just wrote a script called Model House about a house of models who are being murdered by a mysterious killer. It’s got a “Giallo meets Agatha Christie” vibe. The producer is trying to put it together now with a reality show tie-in. I’m attached to direct and Esther [Goodstein] to produce. I brought her onto this project.

It’s all about the multi-platform marketing these days.

I also am in talks with a producer about Images of Fear, which is my “Blair Witch/Paranormal Activity” scrip—horror that is all seen through the lens of a possessed video camera. Think The Shining meets The Ring.

So, if any of these projects come together beside the Siritzky ones, I’ll be back doing horror very soon.

Since you’ve pretty much seen it all, I’m sure you have some wisdom to bestow. What advice do you have for writers or directors hoping to make a career in Hollywood?

Ah, the advice question. Always tricky to answer this without coming across as an egotistic know-it-all, but since I have been doing it for 20 years now professionally, I have learned a few things in the process that I will be more than willing to share.

Rule number one is that there are no rules in Hollywood. Do whatever it takes to get that script or movie made. If you have connections, use them. Don’t ignore good opportunities because you want to “make it on your own.” This business is all about networking, and the more people you know, the better your chances. Do whatever it takes. If you’re a moral person—and good for you, if you are—you may have more trouble. However, try your best not to kill or steal, although I can’t say that people don’t get ahead in this town by doing just that.

Bob Clark, rest in peaceBob Clark, director of Porky’s, A Christmas Story and Black Christmas, ended up directing my script Blonde and Blonder. It was shot in Canada with their tax incentive program. Insight Film Studios is a Canadian company. Pamela Anderson is Canadian. So was most of the crew. If you have enough Canadians working on a film in Canada, you can get back a chunk of your money due to the tax program. Bob Clark was from Louisiana. Despite the fact that he had made most of his films in Canada and had Canadian residency, he had been living in California for the last 10 years and [his Canadian residency] had expired. So, the producers removed Bob Clark’s name when they were shooting the film, listing one of the Canadian producers as the director. They tried to get my name off the film as well but couldn’t legally do it, so I wound up sharing screenplay credit with that Canadian producer and Pamela Anderson’s Canadian brother, Gerry. Well, Bob Clark finished directing the film and was in the process of fighting to prove his residency in Canadian so he could get his name back on the movie when he and his 22-year-old son were killed in a car crash in California. At which point, the producers removed his name completely from the film so they could get their tax break. So, after 40-plus years in the business, making some of the most influential  movies in the horror, comedy and family film genres, Bob Clark’s last directed film credit is given to someone else so a production company can get back a one- or two-million-dollar reimbursement.

Oh my god! I’d heard about this, but I didn’t know the whole story.

There you go. That’s the film business. But on a lighter note, if you can try to avoid working with crooked people, do so. This business is hard enough without all the back stabbers.

I also recommend finishing whatever you start. If you want to be a working writer and/or director, the money people have to feel you are responsible. Films cost money and they want to know their investment is in good hands. So, always follow through with your work. I never start a script that I don’t finish, even if I don’t like it along the way, which usually occurs. It’s good practice, and the more you do, the better you get and the more you learn. And when you finish, you’ll probably find that it’s not as bad as you thought it was. Plus, always remember that writing is rewriting.

Man at workAmen, brother.

You will not have a perfect script after the first pass, but if you don’t have a first draft, you don’t have anything. You need to have a finished script to shop around town. Treatments and ideas just don’t cut it anymore. They want to see a full script.

And if you get a chance to make your movie, have another script ready for meetings with companies and producers. I can’t tell you how many filmmakers make a movie, get a meeting and are asked, “What’s next?” and they don’t have a follow-up project. They just expect to be handed one by the studio or producer. That almost never happens. In fact, try to have multiple scripts ready to pitch.

As you obviously do. The amount of projects you have ready is amazing.

The more irons you have in the fire, the better. I almost always have four or five different projects that I’m working on or developing, because most of them will fall through. If you have all your eggs in one basket, you are really limiting your chances.

Fight the right battles. There will be compromises along the way. Fact of life. Once your script is in the production line, changes will be made due to budget, time, actors, producers, locations, weather, crew, insanity, bad judgment calls, stupidity, bad taste, good taste, studio politics, people in bad moods, etc. You can’t fight them all. The key is picking the right battles to stand up for what’s really important.

Yeah, movies are probably the most collaborative art form, for better or worse—usually worse.

Which brings me to my next point: Watch movies about the movie business. Most of them are comedies and may be slightly exaggerated—but only slightly! What you think is a satire is actually mostly true. These movies are made to help filmmakers keep their sanity. So, here is my suggested list and some should be watched at least once a year, just to remind yourself, “It isn’t brain surgery. It’s only the movie business…only the movie business…only the movie business.”

It isn't brain surgery...but it IS fun![Laughs] What’cha got?

Recommended: The Player, The Big Picture, Hijacking Hollywood, Tinseltown, Art House, Living in Oblivion, The Last Shot, L.A. Story, What Just Happened?, Wag the Dog, Movie Crazy, Noises Off, The Stunt Man, The Sinister Saga of the Making of The Stunt Man, And God Spoke, Sullivan’s Travels, The Party, S.O.B., American Movie, Hit and Runway, The TV Set, Adaptation, The Amateurs, the short-lived television series Action and The Business, and pay close attention to the final speech the food critic gives at the end of Ratatouille.

Which leads me the next point: Don’t pay too much attention to critics. If you can avoid reading reviews of your work, even better. Everyone is a critic now, and remember that accomplishing a movie or script is a great feat in itself. If everyone could do it, they would, but they can’t so they knock other people’s work. You can go into a state of deep depression if you read and listen to everything on the internet. All movies have their detractors. You can find ratings of “1” on every single movie on the IMDb—even some of the greatest movies ever made. You can’t appeal to everyone, so don’t even try.

That’s so true. Anything else?

Make the best movie or script that you can. I’ve been told to write what you know. Well, I think that’s partially true, but a good imagination is also key. Otherwise, where would science fiction and horror movies be? So, write what you like and hopefully others will like it too.

Good point!

Well, I think I’ve rambled long enough. And keep in mind, these are just one person’s opinions. Do whatever works for you. For me, it’s been somewhat successful, but I’ve still got a long way to go. Last piece of advice: Try to enjoy the journey, because that’s really what it’s all about.

Truer words have never been spoken.  I gotta say, this interview has been a very enlightening experience. I want to thank you for your time and candor, Rolfe. And next time I’m in town, I’ll call you. See, I have this script…KIDDING. (Sorta.)

~Theron Neel

The Wicker Man (1973)

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

The Wicker ManIn The Wicker Man, the 1973 British thriller directed by Robin Hardy, all manner of worlds collide: old world crashes into new world, paganism slams into Christianity, lust rubs suggestively against chastity. I suppose at its core, the film is about conflict. It makes perfect sense that the screenplay was written by noted playwright Anthony Shaffer, known for mysteries that twist and turn upon themselves until you question all you thought you knew—for in The Wicker Man, you can be sure that nothing is as it seems.

Scottish policeman Sgt. Neil Howie (Edward Woodward) has received an anonymous letter informing him of a young girl’s disappearance on a remote island called Summerisle, and The Wicker Man begins as he flies to the island to investigate. Once there, he discovers a quaint village where modern life is trumped by archaic beliefs. Sure, there’s a friendly local pharmacy, but the pharmacist’s accepted cure for your sore throat involves a frog and your mouth. Summerisle’s owner and magistrate is the charismatic Lord Summerisle (Christopher Lee). He’s also the high priest of the pagan cult that is at the center of Summerisle society. Every aspect of the island’s life is tied to an ancient religion that seems to have its roots in Druidism. This is a problem for a devout Christian like Sgt. Howie. The sight of people practicing sex magick and fornicating in public is offensive to him. But when, in the course of his investigation, he finds the island’s young schoolchildren being taught fertility rituals and the phallic symbolism of the maypole, he’s positive he is surrounded by deviance.

Wicked WiccansWhile Sgt. Howie is a chaste and pious man, he is only human and his attraction to the innkeeper’s beautiful daughter (Britt Ekland) tests his convictions. She flaunts her sexuality and makes her desire for him quite clear. This leads to a long dark night of the soul for our hero, from which he emerges virtue (barely) intact. Luckily, he has his case to focus on. As he searches for the missing girl, it becomes obvious the whole populace of Summerisle is involved in a plot to cover up her disappearance. The deeper Sgt. Howie delves, the more he’s convinced the girl is to be offered as a human sacrifice at the upcoming May Day festival. As he races against time to locate and save her, the villagers seemingly do all they can to stop him. But has Sgt. Howie become so distracted by his sense of duty that he doesn’t see what’s actually happening? Will Howie’s faith save the day or be the cause of his downfall?

The Wicker Man is considered to be one of the great British horror films, although it’s really more a mystery than a horror flick. Director Robin Hardy’s greatest achievement here is establishing a setting that seems familiar yet foreign, allowing us to experience Sgt. Howie’s disorientation as we follow his journey through the looking glass. Everything works toward making the viewer feel as if Summerisle has been caught in the past—the costumes, settings and performances all feel as if they belong to an age long gone. The film’s effective use of folk music plays a key part in creating this atmosphere. And this being the early ‘70s, there’s more than a hint of “counterculture vs. establishment” at play.

All hail—The Wicker Man!Of course, none of this would work if the actors couldn’t sell it. Edward Woodward makes Sgt. Howie a study in contradictions, communicating viscerally the battle between Howie’s intellect and desire. Britt Ekland’s appearance as the innkeeper’s daughter has received much attention over the years, though it’s hard to appraise her dramatic ability because all her dialogue has been dubbed by another actress. But when she begins her infamous nude dance, she ably fulfills her role as Sgt. Howie’s temptation. Sir Christopher Lee’s portrayal of Lord Summerisle is my favorite performance in the film. Though Lord Summerisle seems to be running the island as his own personal work camp, Lee makes him a charming mod hipster who actually seems to believe the heretical twaddle he spouts, especially when it serves his interests.

This is just NOT my dayThat 1973 was a much different time is driven home brutally by viewing Neil LaBute’s 2006 remake of this flick, starring Nicolas Cage. It’s mystifying that two such different films could be made of the same story. (If you don’t believe me, check out the two vids below.) To watch the original version of The Wicker Man today is to travel back to a bygone era, much like Sgt. Howie does when he lands on Summerisle—but be assured, it’s a trip worth taking.

Please check out Stacie Ponder’s blog, Final Girl, for more on The Wicker Man and other awesome stuff. Spend time there, get to know her, take her home to meet your parents…but whatever you do, don’t try to stifle her need to be free—‘cuz she hates that.

~Theron Neel

George’s Intervention

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

George's InterventionEveryone knows horror is cyclical. We latch onto one monster, wring all we can out of it and move on to the next. These days, it’s vampires—Asian vampire priests, sexy Southern vampires, brooding teen vampires. Just a couple of years ago, it was zombies—slow zombies, fast zombies, droll British zombies. One could say vampires are the new zombies. I suppose I and everyone else thought filmmakers had done everything possible with the zombie trend. But I just received a screener of a film directed by J.T. Seaton called George’s Intervention, and it made me realize we were wrong. There was one very funny angle that hadn’t been explored.

George’s Intervention takes place in a world where zombieism is an accepted part of life. It’s all tidily explained in an elementary education slide show. It seems an unusual celestial event has brought about alien spores that, when inhaled, cause people to come back from the dead. But it’s okay. Like alcoholics, there are high-functioning zombies that can lead productive lives and raise families, just like anyone else—as long as they keep their, ahem, appetites in check.

George (Carlos Larkin) is a nice guy, but he’s a zombie. He likes to think he has it all together, but there’ve been signs. You know, little things: He thinks his ex-girlfriend’s blood makes a nice appetizer; “To Serve Man” is his new favorite episode of The Twilight Zone. Luckily, George has friends and family who care about him. In fact, they care so much that they’ve hired Barbara (Lynn Lowry), a rather inept interventionist who, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to be zombie-certified. They’ve all gathered in George’s house, and they won’t leave until he seeks the help they’re sure he needs. But there’s one thing nobody has thought about: locking yourself up with a hungry zombie, even if he is a loved one, might not be the wisest thing.

This is not what it looks likeGeorge’s Intervention is like an extremely entertaining piece of candy—part drawing room farce and part murder mystery, all covered in a bloody good zombie coating. The laughs begin subtly but start piling up as fast as the bodies in George’s basement. And George’s friends aren’t the only ones on the menu. People start to drop by to drop dead. Let’s see, there are Mormons, salesmen, neighbors, strippers. I mean, what’s a not-so-highly-functioning zombie to do?

Aside from a witty script by J.T. Seaton and Brad C. Hodson, which gives everyone a chance to shine, one of things that makes George’s Intervention work so well is a fantastic ensemble cast. Every member does good work here. As George’s baking-obsessed sister Francine, Shannon Neil is a prickly delight. Michelle Tomlinson displays deft comic timing as George’s ex, Sarah, who may just have the worst taste in men. Peter Stickles gets to play funny and serious as Ben, George’s best friend. And then there’s George himself. Whether he’s trying to convince his sis that he didn’t eat her date or making us see the humanity of the living dead, Carlos Larkin holds it all together and acquits himself nicely, playing George as a zombie with bad habits. Also, kudos to scene-stealer Vincent Cusimano who plays Roger, a not-at-all functioning alcoholic that is a hero in his own mind, and maybe in real life as well. Even the strippers (played by Victoria De Mare and Angela Landis) are slyly hilarious in their one scene. And cult-film fans should keep their eyes peeled for some cameos from people only they will recognize.

You can have an intervention for zombies?It’s funny—although George is a zombie, he seems much less troubled than the people demanding he needs help. Maybe George’s Intervention is deeper than it seems. Maybe it’s really a message movie, a plea for understanding and tolerance. Nah, who am I kidding. Any flick in which the lead character gnaws off a man’s gore-covered leg is a zombie movie, plain and simple. Any flick in which the zombie then finds reason to beat the man with the gnawed-off leg is a comedy. George’s Intervention allows both to occur, and I ask you: What else could you possibly want from a movie?

~Theron Neel