Posts Tagged ‘psycho’

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Horror—Stuck

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

There’s lots of talk about what is and isn’t horror. Usually, the discussion centers on films like Psycho or Silence of the Lambs, or even entire genres like slasher or giallo flicks. While it’s generally agreed these all fall under the umbrella of horror, it can be argued that they don’t. But there are also films out there that are definitely not categorized as horror, but are so dark—either in spirit or deed—that I think they could fit comfortably under that same very scary umbrella. Usually these movies are called dramas or thrillers or mysteries, or anything else the studio marketing department can think of. You know, anything but “horror,” because horror gets no respect. (Don’t get me started.) So, in honor of these misfiled flicks, I want to welcome you to a new semi-occasional, random, intermittent, sporadic feature here at Slammed & Damned: I Can’t Believe It’s Not Horror. In this series, we’ll shine a light into the dark corners of the film world and get acquainted with these horrific gems.

I can’t think of a better film to kick off with than Stuck, the under-appreciated 2007 “thriller” directed by Stuart Gordon and written by John Strysik. It’s no surprise that Gordon is involved with a movie like this, which deals with the always entertaining combination of human nature, self-preservation and very bad decision making. With a career that has included interpreting the works of David Mamet, Edgar Allan Poe and H. P. Lovecraft for stage, screen and television, Gordon is obviously quite comfortable on the dark side of the street. Hell, he pretty much lives there, and god bless him for it. As a director, Gordon is somewhat twisted. He has both an unerring eye and an old-fashioned sensibility, but he never misses a chance to infuse his projects with a grim, sardonic sense of humor. He’s perhaps best known for his wonderful 1985 Lovecraft adaptation, Re-Animator, but an even darker and, dare I say, better Gordon flick is Edmond (definitely a candidate for this series), based on one of David Mamet’s more controversial plays.

Any writer will tell you the real world is the best inspiration for horror and, accordingly, Stuck is loosely inspired by actual horrible events. The film dramatizes the story of Chante Mallard, a woman who hit a homeless man with her car in 2001 and then drove home, parked in her garage with the poor man still lodged in her windshield, and left him to die.

Mena Suvari stars as Brandi Boski, a caretaker at a nursing home who is a genuinely good person. She truly cares about the elderly people in her charge and really goes the extra mile to help them. Sure, she’s likes to party hard in her off hours—but, hey, who doesn’t? She has a boyfriend, Rashid (a very good Russell Hornsby), who is a genuinely nice guy. Sure, he’s a low-level drug dealer and has a weakness for other women, but he’s there for Brandi when she runs into Tom Bardo (Stephen Rea). And I mean literally runs in to him. Tom is a nice guy as well. Sure, he’s down on his luck and without a home at the moment, but he’s a former professional who’s trying hard to find work. But he’s at that age when it’s easy to get fired and harder to get hired.

Dramatically, the character of Tom serves as the complicating incident, but Rea does all he can with his role—even though he spends most of the flick stuck in a car windshield. The movie is a showcase for Suvari, and she kills it. Suvari’s Brandi is easy to root for and identify with, even when she’s acting selfishly and horrifically. Suvari is skilled enough to make even the most monstrous actions understandable, as is Hornsby. One of Gordon’s strong points is casting and he excels here. Even the smallest roles are filled perfectly.

So, if you’re ever tired of sparkly vampires, boring werewolves or rebooted slashers (and who isn’t?), but you still need to get that darkness of the soul that only genuine horror can provide, I recommend you check out Gordon’s gory Stuck. It’s so good that I can’t believe it’s not horror.

~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

Stupid Teenagers Must Die!

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

stupidteenagersmustdie1If you think about it, the name of Jeff C. Smith’s new ‘80s teens-in-peril horror parody is as much a mission statement as it is a title: Stupid Teenagers Must Die!  Seriously, if one had to sum up this particular genre with one phrase, this is the perfect choice.  And, yes, the teenagers in this movie are quite stupid, and for that, they must die…and die they do—in gory, comical fashion.

The filmmakers have gone out of their way to hit all the right notes here.  You got your séance gone awry.  You got your Ouija board abuse.  You got your murder and mayhem.  Also, there’s no budget.  Really.  None. They’ve set the bar pretty low here, which makes it all the easier to jump over, I suppose. The one thing Stupid Teenagers Must Die! does have that’s not usually found in Z-grade horror flicks is wonderful performances, and that makes up for a lot.

The setting is the 1980s—an evil time when leg warmers thrived and a young woman named Madonna was queen.  A group of stupid teenagers have gathered in an abandoned house where a psycho, with the explanatory name Murder McGee, butchered his entire family.  The teens intend to have a séance, contact the spirits of the killer and his victims, and, what the heck, have a few laughs.  There’s a little drinking, a little drugging, a little sex—all the ingredients for a good time. That is, until blood starts to spray and people begin dying.

stupidteenagersmustdie2Drawing inspiration from several “rats in a trap” horror flicks, Stupid Teenagers Must Die! seems most influenced by the ‘80s classic Night of the Demons, which shares an almost identical storyline.  But STMD! has its tongue planted firmly in its cheek, which is a very good thing. Granted, the film’s pacing could be tightened up and some of the gags fall flat, but the young actors are clearly enjoying themselves and do all they can to put across the material.  Special mention goes to Ashley Schneider as Julie, the heroine; Jamie Carson as Sissy and Christina DeRosa as Jamie, the lesbians; Lindsay Gareth as Tiffany, the blonde bimbo; and Cory Assink as Geek One (really, that’s the name of his character).

stupidteenagersmustdie3Director Jeff Smith is pretty much a one-man show.  He directs, he edits, he shoots, he acts, he writes.  Luckily, he knows what he’s doing.  Though the action can sometimes be hard to make out (the lighting is bad, and the sound is worse), Smith can tell a story visually.  The camera is always well positioned and moves quite a bit without calling attention to itself.  The flick also has a good score, which is not usually the case with the recent flood of DIY digital video productions.

Stupid Teenagers Must Die! has been playing at various film festivals and doing pretty well for itself—well enough that it has gotten good distribution and is now available on DVD from all the usual online vendors, conveniently just in time for Halloween.  So, if you want a few laughs this All Hallow’s Eve, treat yourself to Stupid Teenagers Must Die!  It contains fewer calories (and a lot more laughs) than Halloween candy, and it’s almost as good.

~Theron Neel