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A Little Help for Parabella Nigel: Saiko Saikik Witch Bitch

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

Parabella NigelWriter and director Chad Clinton Freeman has a dream and he’d like your assistance in making it come true. His new project, Parabella Nigel: Saiko Saikik Witch Bitch, is in the planning stages, but it’s a little low on cash. So, Freeman is trying something novel to fund his film’s $16,666 budget: he’s looking for financing online. No cast or crew attachments will be made until funding is in place.

Knowing no one would support a project they knew nothing about, Freeman has created and posted a teaser trailer online HERE. The clip, which is just a little over a minute long, was made from public domain footage to give fans and investors an idea of the film’s mood. The project is being described by Freeman as a “slasher noir about a psychic that may or may not be a serial killer.”

“[It] isn’t quite a horror film and it isn’t a film noir project either. It is, however, a highly stylized and unconventional psychological thriller with quirky characters and dark humor that features lurid and exploitative elements. There’s a psycho killer on the loose snuffing out victims in a graphically violent manner via cinéma vérité visions. There’s the mysterious female psychic that we root for, who is as odd as she is sexy. There’s the hard-boiled detective who is determined to get to the bottom of things and, of course, there are all of those interesting and offbeat players.

Saiko Saikik Witch Bitch“It’s going to be a mind trip of a film that is sort of like Saw meets The Sixth Sense on crack,” said Freeman, a producer on Amateur Porn Star Killer 3D and Killer Biker Chicks. “This is a dark and ugly story that I hope to turn into a beautiful film that is part arthouse and part grindhouse. I hope to make a project that is creative, full of energy and has something to say.

Paranormal Activity was made for less than $20,000 and it killed at the box office,” Freeman said. “That film reminded me of how important guerilla marketing is in this business. So I thought if social sites can help build that much buzz for a movie once it’s made, then perhaps it’s possible to get people interested in a project based on its pitch and have them rally around to help fund it.”

Parabella Nigel: Saiko Saikik Witch Bitch will be the feature-length debut from Freeman’s Polly Staffle Films. The production company’s first short film, Super Undead Doctor Roach, was a 48 Hour Film Project that later became a 2009 Arizona Underground Film Festival selection.

Won't ya lend a girl a hand?Freeman is a Las Vegas-based mass media specialist and is best known for his entertainment website PollyStaffle.com, which has been on hiatus this past year. He has also been a part of the independent films Silent Night, Zombie Night; One Long Day; and Breath of Hate, among others.

The clip he put together has a cool sensibility, and if nothing else, Freeman seems to have a talent for catchy titles. I wish him luck and remain cautiously optimistic. If you want to help kickstart Parabella Nigel: Saiko Saikik Witch Bitch, go HERE. Who knows, this could be your chance to break in to the movie buisness.

~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

Deadgirl

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

DeadgirlWhen I interviewed writer/actor Trent Haaga, he described Deadgirl as “The River’s Edge meets A Simple Plan with a zombie sex slave.” And now that I’ve seen it, I have to admit that’s a pretty apt description. After making the rounds on the festival circuit, garnering mega-buzz and dividing audiences wherever it played, Deadgirl is now out on DVD.

Written by Trent Haaga and directed by Gadi Harel and Marcel Sarmiento, Deadgirl is the story of two slackers who find a naked dead woman chained to a gurney. Well, that’s a bit of a simplification. Actually, she’s not dead per se—but she’s not alive either. She’s somewhere in between. Rickie (Shiloh Fernandez) and J.T. (Noah Segan) are high school buddies, outsiders who are moving in different directions. Rickie is quiet and artistic; J.T. is crude and going nowhere fast. One day, they cut class and go hang out in an abandoned hospital, drinking beer and destroying private property. When they finally work their way down to the basement, they find the deadgirl (Jenny Spain). Rickie wants to release her and get help for her, but J.T. has a different idea—a much more disturbing idea. He wants to keep her and use her as their personal sex toy. J.T.’s rationalization is, hey, it’s not like she’s alive, right? Rickie doesn’t want any part of it, but agrees to think about it. Things get wildly out of hand and the film races to what eventually seems like an inevitable conclusion.

The deadgirl as foundNote the “eventually” in the previous sentence. One of the things that most impressed me about Deadgirl was that, for the majority of the film, I had no idea where it was headed. I could not predict what was going to happen next, which is an admirable quality in a horror film these days. But, truthfully, I don’t think Deadgirl really is a horror film. At its core, it’s a study of friendship and the way life pulls people apart. Sure, there’s a zombie, but she’s really just the mother of all complicating incidences. This film is the story of Rickie and J.T. and the results of the choices they make. These are two dead-end kids with no real future ahead of them. Finding the deadgirl is the best, and worst, thing ever to happen to them. And the decisions they make will prove pivotal. And though Rickie struggles to do the right thing at every turn, it soon becomes clear that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Good boy;deadgirlShiloh Fernandez and Noah Segan are both wonderful in roles that are, essentially, the ego and the id. Fernandez plays Rickie as a little boy lost, overwhelmed by events but always struggling to be good. Segan’s J.T. is the blustering loudmouth everyone knows. Haaga’s script is very well crafted, depicting adolescent male camaraderie quite realistically. It eventually pushes us to the edge of comfort while delivering enough black humor to make the lurid subject matter palatable. Though violent, Deadgirl never seems exploitative.

Co-directors Harel and Sarmiento have made a very good-looking independent film. More and more, digital cameras are allowing talented filmmakers to deliver quality films at low budgets. Working with such digital video equipment, Harel and Sarmiento were able to capture both ethereal imagery and stark, grimy interiors clearly and effectively. I know purists still argue against DV, but if I hadn’t known Deadgirl was filmed on digital video, I wouldn’t have guessed it.

To sleep, per chance to dreamAs I mentioned earlier, Deadgirl has been polarizing audiences everywhere, with good reason. The deadgirl is brutally abused in the film, though when given the chance she can take care of herself, all feral growls and gnashing teeth. But I think her character is an interesting, though unsettling, plot device. She acts as the canvas on which the male characters paint their souls. And through her brutalization, we see who and what these characters are. Is that a good enough reason to portray such horrific cruelty onscreen? That’s a question I can’t answer for you. I recommend you see this film with some friends and decide for yourself. If nothing else, Deadgirl is sure to provoke a spirited conversation—and that’s never a bad thing.

~Theron Neel

Basket Case

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

basketcase1“What’s in the basket?”

That’s the question asked over and over again in Basket Case, director Frank Henenlotter’s  horror cult classic. And, granted, it’s a fair question.  Actually, I’m still not sure of the answer.

Duane Bradley (Kevin Van Hentenryck) is a seemingly nice enough young man—he’s polite, soft spoken, with a bit of a lisp—and he never goes anywhere without his basket.  Now, Duane’s basket could contain anything: keepsakes, clothing, a picnic lunch…but no, it holds the remnants of Duane’s formerly conjoined twin brother, Belial, who resembles a “squashed octopus” with pointy teeth and talons.

Released in 1982, Basket Case has become somewhat notorious over the years for its gory violence and tastelessness (which aren’t necessarily the same thing, by the way).  Filmed in New York on an extremely low budget, with a very small crew, Basket Case is the story of Duane and Belial’s quest for revenge on the doctors that separated them years earlier.  Duane and Belial share a psychic bond and evenly divide the duties of their task, with Duane doing the detective work and Belial doing the dirty work.

After arriving in the big city and checking into the Hotel Broslin, a fleabag in Times Square (when it was still good and sleazy), Duane and his partner in crime waste no time.  All within a day, Duane tracks down one of the doctors, Belial kills the doctor, and Duane meets a girl.  These guys work fast!  While Duane should be trying to keep a low profile, everybody he meets can’t help but ask the same question: “What’s in the basket?” (For future reference, it’s hard to blend into the scenery when lugging around a big picnic basket everywhere you go.)  Eventually, Duane can keep his secret no longer and tells his tragic story to a neighbor at the hotel. 

basketcase4 As children, Duane and Belial were quite happy as one, but their father insisted they be separated.  And though the operation was a success—with Duane being the surviving entity, as they say in business—Belial was not disposed of effectively. So, of course, Duane retrieved  Belial from the trash and stashed him in a basket.  Belial then wreaked vengeance of a biblical sort on their father, and the boys were raised by their amazingly sympathetic aunt, who sensed their secret but told no one. 

 As often happens in the movies, a woman enters the scene and things go bad. In this movie, the woman is Sharon (Terri Susan Smith), the receptionist of one their victims. And Duane fall hard. Really hard.  Though Belial feels threatened by Duane’s new girlfriend, he is also curious about the pleasures of the flesh.  This curiosity leads to the most controversial scene in Basket Case.  One night, while Duane is sleeping, Belial crawls to Sharon’s apartment and rapes and kills her. 

Basket_Case2As you might expect, Duane and Belial’s tale spirals downward from there.  In print, the plot of Basket Case seems grim, but onscreen it manages to be fairly amusing in a dismal way.  While watching the movie, I got the feeling there was a subversive layer of symbolism at play. As I wondered earlier: what’s really in the basket?  Could it be Duane’s repressed homosexuality? You be the judge.  

Although the low budget is apparent throughout the film, Belial is effectively rendered through fairly impressive stop-motion animation.  It’s a lot of fun to watch him skitter around as he carries out his dastardly deeds.  Henenlotter makes good use of his grubby urban locations, but most of the film’s performances are amateurish at best.  What can I say, when you watch a flick like this, you take the good with the bad.

Basket Case looks like what John Waters would have come up with if he’d made a horror film early in his career.  It lives up to its lurid reputation and is an entertaining way to spend ninety minutes, but be warned: it might not be your cup of tea.  In fact, it might go down better with a shot of bourbon.

~Theron Neel