Posts Tagged ‘’70s’

Peter Graves—Mission completed

Monday, March 15th, 2010

It is with sadness I relate that actor Peter Graves has died of a heart attack. He was 83. This is been a rough week. First Corey Haim dies, now this. Besides sharing a fame that had passed, these two actors had another thing in common: While they were best known for other roles, they both appeared in horror films that I will remember them for. Haim had The Lost Boys. Graves had It Conquered the World.

Granted, It Conquered the World isn’t all that good, but it almost perfectly epitomizes the ‘50s B-grade sci-fi/monster movie. Made in 1956 and directed by the legendary Roger Corman, the flick tells the story of an alien from Venus with plans to, well, it’s all right there in the title. The creature (which, in his intro to “Cheepnis,” Frank Zappa described accurately as looking “sort of like an inverted ice-cream corn with teeth around the bottom—it looks … like a teepee or a sort of a rounded-off pup tent affair”) hopes to achieve world domination using a disgruntled scientist, played by Lee van Cleef, who has been duped by the alien’s promises of a better Earth through eradication of emotion. Graves played the scientist’s best friend, who eventually talks some sense into his misguided buddy and aids in saving the day. As a kid, I loved this movie. It has everything. There’s mind control, adults with marital issues, monsters in rubber suits, space command malarkey, blowtorch monster repellent and caves. When it’s on today, I usually don’t make it all the way to the end, but I always see enough to satisfy my desire for cheese.

The career Graves crafted for himself was long and full of every kind of role imaginable. Though he’ll always be best known for Airplane! and TV’s Mission: Impossible, Graves made several notable, and not so notable, horror/sci-fi flicks, including Red Planet Mars, Killers From Space, The Eye Creatures and The Clonus Horror. But my other favorite horror work from Graves is a barely remembered 1974 TV movie called Scream of the Wolf.

Scream of the Wolf has a wonderful pedigree. It was directed by Dan Curtis, who was The Man in ‘70s televised horror. Do the titles Dark Shadows and The Night Stalker mean anything to you? Well, Curtis is the guy responsible for both of those horror touchstones. Also involved in Scream of the Wolf was legendary writer Richard Matheson, who wrote the flick’s teleplay. Matheson is one of the most famous and influential genre writers of all time. He wrote the novel I Am Legend, several of the best Twilight Zone episodes as well as novels that were adapted into the films Stir of Echoes, The Legend of Hell House, Duel and Somewhere in Time, among many others. Furthermore, three of his short stories were adapted in the original Trilogy of Terror (yes, the tale of the Zuni fetish doll is his). Now, Scream of the Wolf isn’t one of Matheson’s better stories, but it is great disposable entertainment. C’mon, werewolves, Richard Matheson, Peter Graves, Dan Curtis, 1974—isn’t that enough to make you a little curious? (What if I throw in ‘70s fox Jo Ann Pflug?)

The ‘70s were full of supernatural-based TV movies that were meant to be seen once and then forgotten. And that’s what Scream of the Wolf was. But when I heard that Graves had left us, I remembered it. I don’t know what that says about me, but I do know that Graves will be recalled fondly by myself and others. For a TV kid from the ‘60s and ’70s, Peter Graves was a part of daily life. His movies ran constantly and I saw Jim Phelps accept impossible missions almost every day. All I can say is Mr. Graves, your mission, which thankfully you decided to accept, is completed. Get some rest, friend.

~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

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

Horror for the Holidays

Thursday, December 10th, 2009

Have a very scary Christmas!As we all know, the holidays are right around the corner, breathing down our collective neck much like Leatherface after he chased sweet little Sally through that field with his chainsaw. (Wait, does that even work? Oooh,score! If it does work, then I think it works as both a simile and a metaphor. Let’s see—hmmm, yes, Leatherface would be breathing heavily after chasing Sally while swinging that chainsaw around, and yes, the pressure of the holidays does feel a bit like being threatened by a chainsaw-wielding maniac wearing a mask of human skin. So I think we’re good. Welcome to my head.)

I know we don’t know each other all that well (although after the parenthetical digression in the previous paragraph, I fear you know me too well), but if I may be so bold, I have a few holiday gift ideas for the horror lover in your life. Normally, I would suggest DVDs of several great new horror releases but, truthfully, I can’t think of any great new horror releases. Oh wait, here are a couple of things that might fit the bill.

Thirst2009dvd-199x292In Thirst, Korean director Park Chan-wook presents a vampire story with a few new twists: science gone awry, philosophical leanings, blood-sucking priests with questionable morals—well, that last one is nothing new I suppose. I haven’t seen this, but it won the 2009 Jury Prize at Cannes and Park’s Old Boy kicked enough ass that I feel comfortable recommending Thirst. I mean, at the very worst, even if the giftee doesn’t like the film, I promise he or she will be impressed that you picked up a rad Korean vampire flick instead of Twilight—you come out looking good no matter what. And isn’t that what gift giving is all about?

I can promise that your horror fan will get some entertainment from The William Castle Film Collection. Included are eight of Castle’s flicks (13 Frightened Girls / 13 Ghosts / Homicidal / Strait-Jacket / The Old Dark House / Mr. Sardonicus / The Tingler / Zotz!), as well as a huge amount of cool extras, of which the best is Spine Tingler! The William Castle Story, the wonderful 2007 documentary covering Castle’s life and career. Granted, not all these movies are gems but, if nothing else, the giftee will love having new copies of The Tingler, 13 Ghosts, Mr. Sardonicus and Strait-Jacket. I’ll make you a deal: If the person you give this to doesn’t like it, you can send it to me—no questions asked.

TrashfiendAll right, that’s all the DVDs I can think of, but let’s move on to the medium of print. I have a couple of goodies here that I absolutely feel good about recommending because I own them myself. Although I shelled out my hard-earned cash for these tomes, I would’ve loved to have received them as gifts. And if I had, I would’ve thought the gifter was an extraordinarily hip person ‘cuz these are very cool books.

One of the best things I’ve bought recently is Scott Stine’s Trashfiend: Disposable Horror Culture of the 1960s & 1970s. This book is a detailed, scholarly look at the things I loved most as a child: low-budget horror flicks, TV horror hosts, monster mags and model kits, trading cards, 8mm films and oh so much more. When I ordered it, I didn’t expect it to be as smart and exhaustive as it is. Color me pleasantly surprised.

Creepy Vol. 1If you know anyone that loves horror but doesn’t love Creepy—that wonderfully subversive horror comics mag from the ‘60s, ‘70s and ‘80s, hosted by the pun-loving Uncle Creepy—I would love to meet them. Scratch that. I do not want to meet them. No, hold on. Actually, I do want to meet them so that I can introduce them to it, because if they don’t love Creepy, it’s only because they’ve never heard of it. Luckily, Dark Horse has started reprinting the magazine, as the Creepy Archives, in a deluxe hardcover format, making it easily available for the first time in years. Four volumes have been released so far, each containing five issues of the best illustrated horror anthology to ever see print, with artwork from masters such as Frank Frazetta, Alex Toth, Angelo Torres, Neal Adams and Steve Ditko. Volume one features the first five issues of the mag and, in my humble opinion, it’s a must-have for any self-respecting fan of horror, comics, art or pop culture in general.

Okay, that’s all I have to recommend at the moment. I hope you find something here for the horror lover in your life. As Uncle Creepy might say, any one of these gifts should guarantee a very scary Christmas and a terror-iffic new year. Ghoul tidings to you…

~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

Doing Time With Rolfe Kanefsky #3

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Rolfe KanefskyIn the latest chapter of my continuing interview with Rolfe Kanefsky, the writer/director of such indie horror favorites as Nightmare Man, we discuss his detour into the teen comedy genre and the history and production of The Hazing—as well as all the behind-the-scenes maneuvering it takes to get anything made in Hollywood. And, oh, did I mention Tiffany Shepis? I really think this ongoing feature is a “must read” for anyone thinking about a film career. Please check out parts one and two as well.

You followed up Tomorrow By Midnight with a movie in new genre for you: the teen comedy. But Pretty Cool is actually that beloved subgenre of teen comedy in which the lead character accidentally receives psychic powers. I haven’t seen it, but I’m guessing it’s in the tradition of Zapped!, the ‘80s Scott Baio comedy?

Yes, Zapped! was a big inspiration to Pretty Cool as well as Chevy Chase’s Modern Problems. My flick is about a nerdy high school senior named Howard Duckell—cue in-joke to Howard the Duck—who is literally zapped with the power of mind control. He can make anyone do whatever he wants by just thinking about it. And being a horny teen-age virgin, he and his nerdy best friend, Chuck, have fun with the power. I even used some sound effects from Zapped! in the finished film. Growing up in the ‘80s, I was always a fan of the teen sex comedy, like Porky’s, Private School, Screwballs, H.O.T.S., The Party Animal, etc.

I have fond memories of H.O.T.S. and Private School myself, especially Lisa London and Betsy Russell.

I had actually wanted to make a teen comedy like this five years earlier called Hormones…The Movie! We did a poster for it with Julie Strain and Brinke Stevens, but the money fell through. You see, before American Pie, nobody would take a chance on that kind of throwback comedy. After American Pie, it became a lot easier and that’s how Pretty Cool was finally born.

Pretty CoolTell me, Rolfe, did your lead character’s extrasensory gift cause him to learn life lessons, but not before a bit of inappropriate fun?

Oh, yes. Pretty Cool follows the mold pretty tightly. I once heard that there were only three real storylines to a teen comedy: (1) the nerds against the establishment—Animal House, Revenge of the Nerds; (2) the love story where a guy is trying to meet the perfect girl only to find that his best female friend is actually the one he truly loves—The Sure Thing, Overnight Delivery, Love Potion #9; and (3) the teen who tries to be cool by being someone else [and] finds out that he should just learn to be himself—Meatballs Part II, The Nutty Professor, Pretty Cool.

So, Howard Duckell does go through that life lesson. The power starts off as fun, but he soon realizes that it’s more trouble than it’s worth. In Pretty Cool, he models himself after Tom Cruise, which made way for me to send up a lot of Tom Cruise movies, like Risky Business, Mission: Impossible and The Color of Money. Those parodies were a lot of fun to shoot. We built almost an exact duplicate of the living room set from Risky Business, when Tom Cruise first meets Rebecca De Mornay. Luckily, once again, I found a great cast of hot young comedians to star in the movie. It was a very likable cast and actually kind of a wholesome movie in a way. I filmed Pretty Cool back in 2000 when the “shock humor” of There’s Something About Mary and [the] American Pie movies were very popular. But I really wanted to do a throwback to the sweeter sex comedies of the ‘80s—there’s a nice message at the end and a lot of old-fashioned slapstick. My opening sequence is a cross between Risky Business and Buster Keaton’s Steamboat Bill Jr., so I was sort of trying something new and old at the same time. Later, there is also a spoof of the “Werewolves of London” pool table scene from The Color of Money crossed with the classic Peter Sellers pool table scene from A Shot in the Dark.

Hey! It's pretty cool we're in Pretty Cool!So, how did Pretty Cool come about? Was a producer looking for a teen comedy and you said “Hey I can do that”?

Okay, the history of Pretty Cool is a little strange. After Tomorrow By Midnight, I was a little upset. I had made a film that I thought would open some doors and put me on the Hollywood map, but it never sold. The following year, Alain Siritzky was about to produce another “soft erotic series” and he wanted one film to be in the vein of American Pie. I knew I could write it but had no interest in directing it after Midnight. When I handed in the first draft, Alain thought it was very funny and I should direct it. I said I was only interested if I could turn it into a real teen comedy and not a soft-core movie. I wanted the same guy, Jerry Whitworth, who cast Tomorrow By Midnight to find my actors and I wanted to shoot on 35mm. Amazingly enough, [Alain] agreed to my demands, so I agreed to it.

I had to do a “page one” rewrite—basically a whole new script—because a late-night cable movie has a very different structure from a mainstream teen comedy. I wanted it to be “R” rated, so there was some skin but not too much. However, Alain was financing Pretty Cool with the investors’ money for an erotic series, so he demanded that I shoot two versions of Pretty Cool—one with enough sex scenes to satisfy his buyers. This made finding the cast very difficult and trying to balance what I wanted versus what he wanted. Pretty Cool turned out exactly how I hoped and I’m very proud of that film, as are the actors, but it was very touch and go at times.

Once again, the politics rise up to screw with you.

Unfortunately, Alain couldn’t sell it for years. His buyers wanted a more extreme version, and I had to fight for five years to stop Alain from releasing the different cut of the film that he insisted on having made. Finally, I was able to convince MTI Video, a Florida-based company who had just released The Hazing and did really well with it, to release my version of Pretty Cool. They did in 2005, with not much attention or fanfare. Some stores took it and some didn’t. There were no names in the movie, so Blockbuster didn’t pick it up. I was happy that, at least, it was released—unlike Tomorrow By Midnight—but disappointed that it didn’t do better. At that point, I assumed that the Pretty Cool story was over.

Pretty Cool TooWell, it’s available on Netflix and it did well enough to inspire a sequel a few years later—

Well, that leads into funny story number two. Six months later, we met with the heads of MTI at the American Film Market and asked how Pretty Cool did. They said it was strange. They didn’t sell a lot of units, but the units that were out there were doing incredibly well. Renting like an “A” list title or a National Lampoon title. Nobody understood why. There was very little advertising, but the fact was that people were renting it because of word of mouth. It worked exactly as I had hoped. My target audience picked up on what I was doing and really enjoyed the movie. So, it kept renting and renting. There still wasn’t a lot of profit but these facts were enough to convince Alain Siritzky to produce a sequel in the hopes that the name value would catch on.

So in November, Alain announced Pretty Cool 2 in the trades and I was writing the script while we were holding auditions, which was weird. I wrote the whole script in the evenings in about nine nights in between seeing lots of actors. Pretty Cool Too as it was finally titled is not a typical sequel. There are no returning characters from the first film but it is in the same universe—hence the “Too.” It’s kind of an I Dream of Jeannie but inside a cell phone instead of a lamp. The plot is bare but mainly there to set up a lot of comedy set pieces, this time inspired by The Marx Brothers’ A Night at the Opera, Danny Kayes’ The Court Jester and Abbott and Costello routines. Of course, it also has nudity, a satire on reality shows and a commentary about the evils of technology, and morals that beauty is only skin deep. I went with the second plot device for Pretty Cool Too—boy discovers that best female friend is actually the girl for him and his fantasy girls are just that: fantasies.

Overall, it did wind up selling better than Pretty Cool I. But neither film really made much money. One day, I hope to make Pretty Cool III, which will probably be titled Time Twister because I actually have a good script to that one that stands by itself. It’s not a soft-core movie that was redesigned or a sequel that was put together in less than a month. I recommend listening to the commentary track on Pretty Cool Too, because I really explain how the film was made and why its existence is killing the industry for people hoping to actually make a living in the film business.

Neither Pretty Cool or Pretty Cool Too are masterpieces, but I do think they capture a sort of ‘80s-flavored comedy that rarely exists anymore, so I’m proud of them despite their faults and budget restraints. If you’re looking for a silly, sexy teen comedy, you could do a lot worse than the Pretty Cools.

The HazingHey, at least they were actually produced, right? That’s always a win. Now following Pretty Cool, you made your way back to what you’re best known for: horror. I hear it took several years to get The Hazing off the ground.

Yes, The Hazing has a long history, unlike Pretty Cool Too. I wrote The Hazing a good eight years before it was actually produced and came up with the idea years before that. When I first moved to Los Angeles in 1994, I met a producer by the name of Joseph Wolf. He produced a few horror films that you might have heard of, namely Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street and Hell Night. I had written a script in college called The Host that I was trying to do as my follow-up to There’s Nothing Out There. The script got to Mr. Wolf and he optioned it for one dollar. He then proceeded to develop it and put together a great package for myself to direct it at a budget of $10,000,000. I was very excited, but unfortunately, the horror market was pretty dead back then. This was before Scream brought it back. So, he couldn’t raise the money, but I met with him a few times and realized that nobody had done a sequel to Hell Night. So, I pitched it and wrote a three-page treatment entitled Hell Night 2: The Hazing. It also never got produced, but a few years later, I started working for Alain Siritzky.

Since Alain was running his company a lot like the early days of Roger Corman, I thought maybe I could convince him to make two movies on the same set. This is something that Corman is famous for.

Right, right. He did that with The Raven and The Terror, among others, I think.

There’s a story that there was a standing set in a studio and the guy who owned it told Corman that they were going to tear it down in a week. Corman asked them to wait a few days and he would have a script that could be shot on that set in a weekend. The guy bet he couldn’t do it. Corman did and that’s how Little Shop of Horrors was made.

Knowing this, I tried to do the same thing with Alain. He was about to shoot another one of his erotic series, so I suggested we shoot two films on the same set. One could be erotic and one could be horror because now, in 1997 after Scream, horror was back. I pitched Alain The Hazing and he agreed and hired me to write the script based on my initial treatment for Joe Wolf. So, I got rid of the Hell Night 2 part and just called it The Hazing. I got rid of any real connection to the original Linda Blair film and started writing the script.

Hazing? What hazing? Oh, THAT hazing!Now, the problem was that everyone was telling me to do something like Scream or to remake There’s Nothing Out There. However, I didn’t want to make a rip-off of a film that sort of ripped me off or remake a film that I had already done. So, I came up with the idea of doing The Breakfast Club as a horror film.

I wrote the script in a few weeks, we built the set, auditioned actors and even shot some second-unit footage on Hollywood Blvd. during the Halloween parade. Alain produced the erotic script that I wrote entitled Restless Souls, but when it came time to make The Hazing, Alain couldn’t get enough interest from foreign buyers so the money didn’t come through and Alain tore down the sets without making my movie.

So, the script sat there collecting dust for a few years, before Alain met a new producer named Tom Seidman. Tom was looking to produce an expensive science fiction script he had and wanted to find a producing partner to split the cost. Alain was not interested but gave Tom The Hazing script instead, saying that he was about to make it and would Tom be interested in getting involved. Tom read the script and loved it. He came on board.

The problem was that Alain really didn’t have any plans to make The Hazing, nor did he have the money at the time. So, Alain told Tom that if he wanted to run with it, he could. And that’s what happened. I teamed up with Tom and he was able to raise the money through relatives and friends. So, The Hazing was finally produced in 2003, about nine years after I came up with the concept.

That's what I call a hazingIt’s a very fun movie, reminiscent of the horror flicks of the ‘80s. Obviously funding was a problem, but was the retro vibe part of the reason it was hard to get made?

Not really. One of the problems was that some investors though the budget would be too high for all the effects in the movie. They thought it would cost millions just for the CGI. I wanted to do almost everything live on set and knew it wouldn’t cost that much, but they didn’t believe me. Also, after Scream, slasher films were popular and The Hazing was most definitely a supernatural flick along the lines of The Evil Dead and Night of the Demons. Again, I argued that it was just a matter of time. Back in the ‘70s and early ‘80s, everything was slasher films until Wes Craven came along with A Nightmare on Elm Street, which every major company rejected. So, I said to look at the history. After Scream and I Know What You Did Last Summer, it was time for supernatural again. Then Final Destination came and proved me right once more. After that, it was easier to get The Hazing produced.

Help! I've been hazed!So, lessons to learn: horror is cyclical, and there’s a herd mentality at play in Hollywood.

As a note to aspiring filmmakers, I highly suggest watching a wonderful documentary about the Richard Rush film The Stunt Man. It’s called The Sinister Saga of Making The Stunt Man. It will teach you a hell of a lot about the film industry and the business side that goes on. Watch the movie and then the two-hour documentary. It will teach you more than film class could. Hollywood always says they are looking for something fresh and original, but they will never produce it until someone else makes it, proving it to be viable first. This happens time and again. Once it’s already been done, they are happy to do it again, but nobody wants to take that first chance.

This is why most famous and successful horror films start as independent features. A studio would be too scared to make something that is really disturbing and can offend the audience. And I’m talking after the ‘70s. In the ‘70s, Hollywood didn’t know what to do so they let filmmakers take control, which is why we have The Exorcist and Jaws.

Absolutely. [Editor’s note: For more on this, read Peter Biskind’s excellent Easy Riders, Raging Bulls.]

Producers took over in the 80’s and horror films lost their edge except for when it came to the independents. It is still where most of the interesting films are made because they are not trying to appeal to every demographic at the same time.

Brad Dourif's been hazed[Laughs] But what are independents these days? Sorry, that’s a whole other conversation. Anyway, you were lucky enough to get the amazing Brad Dourif to play a key role in The Hazing. How did you manage that?

Brad Dourif was a lucky miracle. I always had him at the top of my list to play Professor Kapps. Luckily, after a few casting sessions, Tom hired two very good, successful casting agents to find the rest of the cast. They knew Brad Dourif’s manager and gave him the script with an offer. Brad read it and agreed to do the role. He was available and had an open window to fit it in. He had just wrapped years of shooting Lord of the Rings and was about to start HBO’s Deadwood series. We got him in between those projects. So, that’s what I call a miracle. Brad has always said that he’s a whore when it comes to working and will do anything. But, he really liked the script and got into the spirit of the whole movie.

From watching the behind-the-scenes footage, I gather he’s a true collaborator—not at all a lazy, “where’s my mark?” kind of actor.

Exactly! Brad was a collaborator. In the original script, Professor Kapps is the villain. It was a pretty straight-forward role. My interest was with playing with the stereotypes of all the college kids. But Brad had a lot of ideas, and I incorporated many of them into the script. He really was into tarot cards and Jung’s theory. I worked some of that into the story with the alchemist background.

Brad was also a great team player. He rehearsed with the actors and helped Tiffany Shepis with the British accent that he decided to do in The Hazing. He had learned it for Lord of the Rings and, with the mustache that he grew for his upcoming Deadwood series, thought it would be a good idea. I agreed, but had concerns since he possesses two of the college students in the course of the story. Would they be able to pull off the accent? Brad was willing to work with them both and put all of their possessed lines on audio tape for them to study and learn since they only had two weeks to perfect it before we began shooting. Brad came over to Tiffany’s house to work with her. She was in awe of him, and I think working with Brad is still one of the reasons that The Hazing is her favorite film to date. Although, her latest film, The Violent Kind, just got selected into the midnight section of Sundance 2010, so her list of personal favorites could soon be changing.

Tiffany Shepis is soon to be hazedYes, now that you mention it, The Hazing was your first major project with the wonderful Tiffany Shepis—the Dietrich to your von Sternberg, if I may. How did you meet her?

Tiffany and I met at the American Film Market in 2000. I was walking around, like I do every year, and Tiffany had just started her own distribution company called Prescription Films. Tiffany had come from Troma and learned a lot from Lloyd Kaufman, so she had a bunch of beautiful girls running around the lobby of the hotel wearing tight clothes and lab coats that advertised “Prescription Films.” This was pure Troma-inspired marketing. I was curious and went to her room to see what they were doing. At the time, I was actually trying to raise money for The Hazing. So, I talked to Tiffany and gave her the script. She read it and loved it. Tiffany was and still is an actress first and foremost. She tried to raise money because she really wanted to play the role of Marsha.

Unfortunately as I said, money for that kind of horror film was hard to come by. But I stayed in touch with Tiffany and later that year when I went to Cannes with Tomrrow By Midnight, Tiffany was there as well with her company and we hung out. I tagged along because wherever Tiffany is, there is sure to be good times ahead.

So I’ve heard.

I actually tried to work with her a few times before The Hazing. She was supposed to be in Pretty Cool but a photo shoot for Michael Bay’s Pearl Harbor got in the way. Another time, she got sick. So, we were friendly, but it didn’t seem like we were ever going to work together…until The Hazing became a reality. I immediately thought Tiffany would be great for the role of Marsha, and she came in to audition seven times. Tom, the producer, liked her but wasn’t sure so we kept bringing her back again and again. I remember her agents told her not to come anymore, but she knew me and really wanted the role so she fought hard for it and won! It was the first real role where she could prove herself as an actress and not just as a hottie. I was very happy and proud to have been able to give her that opportunity.

There are a lot of good actresses out there who have yet to be given the chance to prove what they can really do. The rushed schedule and lack of funds for many of these low-budget movies does not allow an actress to show her skills. They get one take, have no rehearsal and are forced to work with filmmakers that sadly just aren’t that talented sometimes, and then they get blamed for being a bad actor. I felt Tiffany was one of those undiscovered talents that just needed the right vehicle to show what she could do.

Tiffany Shepis has dimplesShe’s definitely one of the most underrated actresses out there. She can do so much with so much with so little. What is it that draws you two together? Do y’all share a similar sensibility regarding film?

Tiffany and I share a mutual respect for each others’ talent, a similar sense of humor and just really get along well together. Tiffany grew up in New Rochelle. I grew up in Westchester. These places in New York are very close to each other. I worked with Troma and, years later, so did Tiffany. So, even though our backgrounds are different, they are also very much the same.

I was making movies when I was 16 and so was Tiffany. We grew up loving horror and cheesy horror films. If it wasn’t for the age difference, Tiffany and I probably would have been making films together when we were teenagers.

The funny thing is, if you see Tomorrow By Midnight, the character of Tori is really Tiffany Shepis, but I made it before I met or even knew who Tiffany was. I have always been attracted to tomboy characters: spunky, independent women who light up a room. Tiffany is all that and a whole lot more.

I knew it! I meant to ask you if you wrote Tori with Tiffany in mind.

We became good friends on The Hazing. She fit perfectly into the mold of my favorite female character, so it was only natural that Tiffany became my muse over time. I wrote Corpses with her in mind to play Rhonda and, of course, Mia in Nightmare Man. Tiffany’s first role after she had her baby, Mia, was Nightmare Man—I named the character after her baby; she did not name Mia after the role. But obviously, we’ve been very close over the years and have worked together seven times so far.

We have almost never had a fight on or off a film set, which, considering the pressure and working conditions that we’ve both had to deal with, is pretty amazing. I have a lot of unproduced scripts that were written with Tiffany in mind. Hopefully, we’ll be able to make some of them someday. If it takes too long, then I guess Tiffany’s daughter will just have to star in them instead.

Tiffany and Rolfe 4 Ever!You and Tiffany started a production company not long ago, right?

Yes and no. We tried to with my producing partner, Esther Goodstein. I thought the three of us could get a slate of low-budget horror and comedy flicks off the ground. Tiffany was supposed to direct one that I wrote entitled The Devil’s Pies. The response was great, but we have not been able to secure the funding. We came close many times, but it keeps slipping through the cracks. Our company was called ScreamWorks, but with no capital, it never really launched. A lot of people seem to think it’s a good idea, but we can’t find the money, so at this point it is just that: a good idea with a smart business package behind it. Scripts are written, budgets have been made. Shooting schedules have been created. Bios, reviews and proof of our track record is all in place. Artwork was also created. Now, we just need to find the money man or woman. Still looking. Any suggestions are always welcomed.

Yes, lack of funding seems to be the major problem for you and every other indie filmmaker these days.

The only thing that we did film was introductions and wrap-arounds for a series/anthology movie called Once Upon A Horror, hosted by Tiffany as a sexy Elvira-type of character. It’s pretty funny, but we haven’t been able to film any of the four stories yet. There’s been a lot of talk over the years about it. Maybe one day it will finally happen. It’s got a real Tales From the Crypt vibe with definite “R” levels of sex and violence. But until then, Tiffany has kept very, very busy and I have been able to make a few more films as well with my producing partner, Esther. Esther and I met on Corpses, but that’s another story.

In general, it’s a crazy business and you never know where it’s going to lead. Many, many people have come and gone in my life in this industry, but Tiffany and I have a special bond. I believe she feels the same way. It’s a professional chemistry that just works, and our finished films together, especially The Hazing, are proof of that.

~Theron Neel

Deranged

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

DerangedAs a writer that covers the horror beat, I am woefully uneducated about the adventures of America’s legendary psycho killer, Ed Gein. Sure, I know the basics: he lived with his mom; he dug her up after she died; he dug up other corpses and killed people, repurposing their skin and bones. I also know he inspired films such as The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Psycho and Silence of the Lambs. But I didn’t know he was the inspiration for the 1974 Canadian cult movie Deranged.

Though I’d never seen Deranged, I’ve long been a fan of its lurid movie poster, which shows a woman’s bare legs tied together and hanging from the ceiling as a crazed man looks out at us. It’s an indelible image, with an ominous tag line: Pretty Sally Mae died a very unnatural death! …but the worst hasn’t happened to her yet! And then there’s the shockingly sensational subtitle: The Confessions of a Necrophile. Would the movie attached to this unforgettable one sheet be as memorable? That’s a tall order for any filmmaker to fill, but it seems that co-directors Jeff Gillen and Alan Ormsby knew what they were doing. While Deranged might not deliver all the delights promised by the poster, it is an extremely effective exploitation flick that’s a lot better than I expected it to be.

Ezra Cobb is a devoted son. He has lived on a small, rural farm with his mother his whole life. Now, she’s dying and he can’t bear to be without her. After she passes, he realizes he doesn’t have to be without her. He goes to the cemetery and digs her up, but it’s been several months and she just doesn’t look as good as she once did. Ez gets the idea to give her a facelift using the skin of freshly buried women. Hey! He can even keep the women around the house as companions for his mom. (I told you he’s devoted.)

Mama ain't wellEz’s mother always warned him against pleasures of the flesh, and it’s strongly implied that he’s a 50-year-old virgin. Though his mother isn’t truly gone—I mean, hell, she’s seated right there at the table—let’s face it, she isn’t the company she used to be. So Ezra decides to take a wife (literally). After a deadly comical misadventure with a family friend who uses her dead husband’s spirit as a tool of seduction, Ezra chooses a cocktail waitress at a nearby bar. As you can imagine, things do not go well for her. She ends up at his house, in her underwear, surrounded by Ez’s growing collection of corpses, whom she gets to know better than she’d like. Eventually, Ezra (completely) loses his grasp on reality and gets sloppy in his courting, which leads to his capture.

The film uses a device that was all the rage in the ‘70s. As the film starts, a man steps into frame and tells us he is the reporter that covered the story on which the movie is based. He promises what we are about to see is the truth, and then he steps out of frame, occasionally reappearing to comment on what we are seeing. While this has the potential to ruin the fantasy by constantly reminding us we are watching a movie, Deranged is compelling enough to keep that from happening.

Peek-a-booConsidering the subject matter, I was expecting a bloodier movie. But then I remembered this flick was made in 1974, before horror movies became the splatter fests they are now. The lack gore here isn’t an issue. As with most things artistic, less is more. When we do see what grue there is, it’s all the more effective due to the restraint employed by the filmmakers. Today’s torture porn producers could learn some lessons in moderation from Deranged.

As Ezra, veteran character actor Roberts Blossom is quite good. He makes this psychotic killer a real person. As written, Ezra is beloved by his neighbors and the last person they suspect to be the murderer. Blossom plays Ezra as a solemn country man, low-key and formally polite. He convinces us that other than killing several people and being a corpse robber, Ez isn’t a bad guy. He’s just misguided and lonely. Up until Ezra totally lost it and kidnapped his neighbor’s teen girlfriend, Blossom had me feeling sorry for ol’ Ez. Now that, my friends, is acting.

I don’t know how close Deranged is to the reality of the Ed Gein case, but directors Gillen and Ormsby have delivered a gripping little flick. Its straight-forward presentation and understated performances, hallmarks of ‘70s cinema, combine to convey an unexpected sense of reality. At times, I almost felt like I was watching a documentary—and with a story this deranged, that’s an accomplishment in any era.

~Theron Neel

The Lair of the White Worm

Friday, November 13th, 2009

The Lair of the White WormEvil snake women, profane pagan rituals, human sacrifice, blasphemous psychedelic visions, women in bondage, topless nuns, bagpipe abuse—yes, I can only be talking about one film: The Lair of the White Worm, Ken Russell’s campy, phantasmagoric 1988 cult classic. Russell is a respected, though controversial, director with a singular vision and a noted penchant for excess, in his life and in his films. His work includes such well-known movies as Altered States, Gothic, Tommy, The Devils and Women in Love. With The Lair of the White Worm, he didn’t break any new ground, but he did deliver a fun, eccentric flick that couldn’t have been made by anyone else. What more does a director need to do?

The Lair of the White Worm is (very) loosely adapted from a Bram Stoker novel. When writing the screenplay, Russell kept the white worm, discarded most everything else and fashioned a story that played to his strengths as a filmmaker. The plot centers on a pair of sisters, Mary and Eve Trent (Sammi Davis and Catherine Oxenberg), who run a bed and breakfast in the English countryside. One of their guests, a Scottish archaeology student named Angus Flint (Peter Capaldi), is excavating a site in their garden, where he’s found the remains of a convent dating back to the days of ancient Rome. He also discovers a skull that just might be the remains of the legendary D’Ampton worm. As the tale goes, this mighty creature was slain centuries ago by John D’Ampton, the ancestor of Lord James D’Ampton (Hugh Grant). Lord James has recently acquired his inherited title and property, which includes the land on which the skull was discovered, lending credence to the myth.

This is where the sultry Lady Sylvia Marsh (Amanda Donohoe) comes in. She owns Temple House, near which Mary and Eve’s parents disappeared a year ago. Lady Sylvia is not only a vampy femme fatale, she’s also the seemingly immortal priestess of the snake god Dionin. She’s always on the lookout for a virgin sacrifice, and she thinks she’s found one in Eve Trent. It’s up to Angus and Lord James to solve the puzzle of the sisters’ missing parents and save Eve from being offered up to the giant white worm-snake that lives in the nearby Stonerich cavern.

Sacrilegious much?Though I’ve given a quick plot summary, please don’t think that conveys what this film is. As the saying goes: It’s not what a film is about, it’s how it’s about it. And Russell’s films are a perfect illustration of that maxim. What you read in the previous paragraphs describes a movie that is a straight-ahead neo-gothic thriller, but Russell’s approach and twisted aesthetic provides a film that is more of an experience than words can express.

In the Ken Russell canon, The Lair of the White Worm holds an interesting place. After getting his start in the ‘60s with films that bumped up against the social boundaries of the times, Russell stomped all over those boundaries in the ‘70s. His films, though ground-breaking, became increasingly sensational and divisive, featuring hallucinatory imagery and explicit sexuality. Going into the ‘80s, he reined in his more fantastic ideas and produced films that were closer to the status quo. But The Lair of the White Worm sees Russell taking a step back by employing outlandish, sacrilegious visuals and unabashed sexuality, filtered through a dry sense of humor. This middle ground makes this film a good entry into the world of Ken Russell, who can generously be described as an acquired taste. With The Lair of the White Worm, you kind of get “Ken Russell’s Greatest Hits,” minus his more self-indulgent tendencies.

Lady Sylvia bitesAnother interesting aspect of this flick is its cast. We get to see a young Hugh Grant, before he became king of the rom-com. This is a reminder that Grant used to do edgy work. His character here is introduced as a privileged twit, but acquits himself nicely by film’s end. Grant makes the shift believable and seems to enjoy himself much than he does these days. As Lady Sylvia, Amanda Donohoe steals the film—and not only because she’s often nude. About her role, Donohoe has said, “I’m an atheist, so it was actually a joy. Spitting on Christ was a great deal of fun. I can’t embrace a male god who has persecuted female sexuality throughout the ages.” I think that says it all. And you might remember Catherine Oxenberg from Dynasty. Truthfully, here Oxenberg is little more than a damsel in distress, but how can you not have fun being offered as sacrifice to a giant snake god? This is about as far from Amanda Carrington as she could get.

He's been snake-ifiedBless Ken Russell. He’s 82 years old and still working. IMDb lists his version of Moll Flanders as being in production, and that story is ripe for Russell’s perverted sensibility. Hopefully, he will continue to shock and entertain us for a while yet. If you want to see what he’s capable of, check out The Lair of the White Worm. I guarantee you’ll never look at Bram Stoker—or worms—the same way again.

~Theron Neel

Home Sick

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

Home SickHave you ever wondered what The Texas Chain Saw Massacre would have looked like if it had been directed by David Lynch. Yeah? Me too. Well, I think it would’ve looked something like Home Sick, a warped little flick from writer/producer E. L. Katz and director Adam Wingard.

Katz has given us an unusual, though compelling, story. A seriously disturbed man carrying a suitcase full of razor blades crashes a party in small-town Alabama. He asks the guests for the name of someone they hate. For each name he receives, he slashes his forearm with a razor blade. Then, singing a jaunty song, he leaves. Soon, the people whose names he collected are murdered in extremely gruesome ways. It’s up to the party guests to figure it all out and stop the killer, if possible.

This is a seriously weird film, and I mean that as high praise. Filmed in 16mm, Home Sick feels like a total throwback to the grindhouse era. While Robert Rodriguez used all kinds of CGI in his recent ‘70s homage, Planet Terror, Wingard has gone completely old school using all practical effects, courtesy of Jonathan Thornton—and they look amazing. In the digital age, it’s so nice to see someone taking the time and effort to do it this way. And let me tell you, there are a lot of great effects here. This is one of the goriest flicks I’ve seen in a while. If you like to see splatter, this is the movie for you. But that’s not all this film is. There are a few striking visuals that are, dare I say, unexpectedly beautiful.

Who do you hate?For such a low-budget affair, Home Sick has a surprising number of horror veterans in its cast. Bill Moseley’s one scene as the creepy Mr. Suitcase effectively sets the tone for all that follows. As rowdy party girl Candice, Tiffany Shepis once again does wonderful work. I’m constantly amazed at her ability to take a one-note character and invest it with emotion and nuance. Usually the best thing about the pictures she appears in, here Shepis once again proves she is more than just eye candy. Also appearing is Rob Zombie fave Tom Towles. Towles swings for the fences as Uncle Johnny, a paranoid chili chef/survivalist who believes guns are a man’s best friend. The cast is rounded out by unknowns, each of whose performance feels like it comes from a wholly different film. Normally, this would be a very bad thing. But somehow, it just adds to this movie’s dreamy, surrealistic atmosphere.

A blood bathWith Home Sick, Wingard and Katz have given us what feels like a very personal labor of love. Though it was filmed in 2003, this flick didn’t make it to DVD until last year and the filmmakers have since moved on to bigger and better things. But thank god they were able to leave us this odd gem of a film. If you’re anxious to see something twisted and original—and who isn’t?—check out Home Sick. I bet you haven’t seen anything quite like it before. And in today’s horror market, how often can you say that?

~Theron Neel