All genres of suspense, terror, and horror will be reviewed by Richard Gary. His address to send preview copies supplied upon request to rbf55@msn.com.
To Your Last Death (aka Malevolent)
Directed by Jason Axinn
Coverage Ink Films
91 minutes, 2020
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Animation sure has changed since I was a kinder, watching cartoons at 24 hand-drawn frames per second, like Bugs Bunny (my childhood hero, but I digress already…). In the late 1960s, it went down to a clunky 18 frames per second, with cartoons such as “Scooby Doo,” “The Jackson Five” or “The Nanny and the Professor.” Many of these cartoons looked alike due to it’s cel framework (the medium is the message, posited Marshall McLuhan).
With computer animation, it opened up a whole new world to what was possible, Whether extreme detail or simple line drawings, the field burst open. That is where this film comes in. The animation here looks a bit like a cross between anime (e.g., Akira) and Britain’s 2000AD comic line (they do Judge Dredd). It is minimalist when it comes to movement, but that gives it more of a comic book look, which I really liked. Some of the backgrounds tend to be pretty amazingly detailed here.
The storyline is basic, but with some unusual twists that elevate it quite a bit. An evil billionaire arms manufacturer, Cyrus (voice of the Ray Wise), who is a cross between Donald Trump and Lex Luthor, calls his four estranged adult children in for a meeting.
There’s the hero of the story, Miriam (Dani Lennon) who has gone the charity route for peace in diametric philosophy from Cyrus and has had mental issues in the past, Ethan (Damien C. Hass), an aspiring musician into sexual asphyxiation, Kelsey (Florence Hartigan) that has a sad life of a trophy wife to Cyrus’s biggest rival, and Colin (Benjamin Sieman), a mini-version of Cyrus’s business ethics, but is rejected by dear ol’ dad because he’s gay.
Perhaps inspired by the short story or films, “The Most Dangerous Game,” hired mercenaries – one voiced by Bill Moseley – turn this shindig into a battle royale in a life or death struggle. The implements used sometimes are reminiscent of the later Saw franchise, where the victim is asked to complete a horrendous task, or dum da-da-dummm.
But there is a whole ‘nother layer added to the story. Some interplanetary gamblers are betting on who will live and who will die. Like the gods in Clash of the Titans (1981), they sit around a table and watch the goings on below. The busty being running the room is the Gamemaster (Morena Baccarin). She can manipulate time and influence the players. It’s kind of like a video game gone gore.
Yes, there is a lot of blood and gore in this one (and one bit of nudity), and even for animation, it looks pretty decent. Lots of cool weaponry are used, including an armored glove and a long sword. And don’t get me started with the elevator…
And to give a “Star Trek” opening-like voice over in a nicely done though over emoted cameo is none other than William Shatner, himself. He uses a similar tone as when he “sang” Elton John’s “Rocketman.”
As for extras, their press release states, “Each Blu-ray purchase will come with a redemption code to over 4 hours of digital extras, including: an audio commentary with director Jason Axinn, a Zoom panel with Axinn, star Dani Lennon and others, an interview with star William Shatner, interviews and behind the scenes with stars Morena Baccarin, Ray Wise, Bill Moseley, Dani Lennon and Florence Hartigan, a behind the scenes reel, comic con panels, an animation demo with lead animator Mohammad Ali Sharifpour, unused artwork and animation, crowdfunding highlights, featurettes on the development of the film, and more.” As what I watched was a screener link, I cannot comment on these, but they sound interesting.
I quite liked this film, from the comic book-style animation to the quirkiness of the story, in which time is played with, including a few Groundhog Day repeating moments. The recurrence of history with different choices is a trope that has been used a bit recently, such as Inoperable (2017), but director Axinn makes it feel fresh by not just repeating, but mixing up the storyline (or as Miriam puts it, “They keep changing the goal posts”).
Because of these time shifts, people are killed and/or they aren’t, or die multiple deaths. And all of them in different means of disposal. The unpredictability is part of what makes this even more intriguing. The whole gameplaying with these super-being gamblers was a nice touch, and luckily, they only interfere with the story on occasion, so it doesn’t break the tension. Of course, the Gamemaster pops in and out frequently throughout to work her malevolent magic, which enhances the story, because it is hard to really predict what’s going to happen next.
What I do know is going to possibly happen is that, given the ending, this can be a franchise and the gamblers face new murderous stories to play the game. I am so okay with
that.
Atrophy Directed by Cindy Stenberg Swedish Ghost Lovers; Embretsen
Productions 17:29 minutes, 2019
This is kind of a Swedish version of a cabin in the
woods tale. Freja (Katja Lindgren Anttila) is starting a new position as a
personal live-in caretaker for Alma (Isabel Camacho). Alma is wheelchair bound
and can only blink her eyes to indicate “yes” or “no.” It is just the two of
them in the house where they use candlelight (nice camera work there) at night.
But mysterious things are afoot (which I will not divulge) and Freja is living
more in fear with each passing day. Stenberg does well to keep up the tension
among the mundanity of living with someone who cannot really respond. The
pacing, the feeling, the dread are all palpable as the tale unfolds, even if
you figure out the ending beforehand, it just looks so beautiful you will be
riveted to the screen. I’m definitely becoming a Stenberg believer. Film isHERE.
Deranged
Foxhole (aka Deranged
Foxhole Deduction) Directed by Dave Sweeney Gold Productions 16:12 minutes, 2019
There’s a line in The Producers where Zero
Mostel’s character turns to a statue and says, “They come here…they all come
here! How do they find me!?” That is the problem facing sweaty and slovenly
lunatic Johnny (John Cavavanico) as people keep coming to his apartment door
and disappear into the bedroom one-by-one. A police detective (Nicholas
Garafolo) from the local precinct is sent to investigate where it turns into a
life and death struggle. The ending, which I will not give away, is straight
out of either “The Twilight Zone” or Creepshow (depending on your age). There
is definitely a sense of dark humor that follows the story and there are some
really bad choices made by some of the characters, but the plot is engaging
throughout. The acting is a bit over the top at time, and I found it to be
quite fun. And ya gotta love the Bayonne accents (what, no Sinatra on the
radio?). This is totally gonzo and a blast. Film isHERE.
The
Dreamcatcher Directed by Cindy Stenberg Swedish Ghost Lovers 11:08 minutes, 2020
Young teen Nova (Ebba Ärlebo) is given a dreamcatcher
to place above her bed, but a young male (of course) friend takes it upon
himself to shake it, letting all the nightmare’s loose. The bits of the story
are somewhat common tropes for shorts, but director Stenberg makes Nova such a
likeable character, that you still hope for the best for her. The story is
engaging, and really well shot (though hand-held). It’s in Swedish with
subtitles, and it’s worth the view. It’s moody, atmospheric, and the music hits
just the right tension notes. The costumes are definitely low-budget, but the
idea is what makes this successful. Trevlig. Now I’m gonna go and have a krumkake
and watch the next one. Film is HERE.
Eden Directed by Bobby Coston Upper Stage Media; Don’t Wait Create; ISS 5:55 minutes, 2019
It’s the middle of the night in Arlington, TX, and
three young men are on their way from (I’m guessing a bar) to their car. It’s a
quite night and no one is on the streets, except Eden, a fine looking woman.
Have the men met their match that night? This is a mostly talking piece until
the action picks up, but retains its level of interest throughout. It’s not
very deep, but it’s also not vacuous, so it keeps its level of fun pretty high,
lulling you in. What is the outcome is somewhat predictable, but the route is an
enjoyable ride and there are some nice surprises. A good watch. Film is HERE.
Home Movies Directed by Dylan Clark 5:31 minutes, 2020
I am really enjoying the artistic output arising from
the pandemic. Tight-knit groups or families are rising up and putting out art
like crazy. What else is there to do if you have the filmmaking bug, right? In
this short and sweet tale, a woman finds an old camera with an S-VHS tape in it
that contains images of her when she was but a wee yoot. But there is something
sinister on the tape, which seems to be manifesting itself in the real world.
There are some well-worn tropes here, but Clark and clan work it together to
make it cohesive and not seem the same old-same old. On shorts, my attention
span is even shorter, but this kept my interest right through. Great job. Film is HERE.
Chills Down
Your Spine Directed by Matthew Kister Dead Lantern Pictures; Popejoy
Productions
170 minutes, 2020 www.deadlanternpictures.com
When is a sequel not a sequel? Well, when it can stand
alone without seeing the first release, then it can be seen as a sequel or not.
Such is the case with this anthology. And when is an anthology not an
anthology? Stop asking questions, already, and let me write this review,
okay?!?!
This film is a pretty basic set-up as you watch it,
but explaining it is another thing. It’s in three parts that switch back and
forth, the first two being the bookends (yes, this one has two-two-two bookends
in one!). The thirds are the 10 tales of terror (i.e., horror shorts, or the
anthology proper).
Steve Eaton and Megan Garcia
In the first film, Shivers Down Your Spine
(2015), Jeff (Steve Eaton) asks a red-haired and tattooed genie, Sabiah (Megan Garcia)
to tell him stories. Note that I have not seen this release as of yet, but the theme
of the film continues with not one, but two sexy genies. This time, Jeff rubs
the lamp (keep it clean now) and Sabiah’s lookalike-but-blonde sister, Mahktoonah
(also Megan Garcia) – shades of “Bewitched” and “I Dream of Jeannie”; did you
know both TV lookalikes were created by the same writer? But I digress…) – that
Jeff hooks up with as he rubs the wrong (yes, lookalike) lamp. They set out on
a “Road Trip” (inspired by The Odyssey, so you know there’s a Cyclops
a-comin’, as it’s the one consistency in any story based on the Greek classic, and
the other “C” characters, Circe and Cassandra), and while driving, tell each
other stories.
Meanwhile, Sabiah has
been risen by a masked serial killer who mumbles and grumbles his words
(honestly, I can barely make out what he’s saying), using his wish to bind the poor
genie. She uses the time to delay by telling him stories (now this is more like
One Thousand and One Nights, which is fitting for the genie theme) in
the segment titled “C’mon Baby Light My Flame.” Of course, both genies are
relatively topless through the bookends. These two bits also recur throughout
the film, especially “Road Trip,” as we see variations of different segments of
the original’s set pieces.
So, what you have essentially, is three people telling
stories. The first one is “The Devil’s Corkscrew,” which is a tale within a
tale within a tale. A western which uses the Nebraska vastness to it’s
advantage, we meet a group of people who have stolen some gold and are trying
to make it to their chosen location, while a dark and mysterious gunman hunts
them down. Needless to say, the internal fighting between them is as bad as the
stranger that’s searching for them. The unexpected ending was actually nicely
done. I also like that they did a regular Western without trying to go for the overdone
Spaghetti Western style.
Playing around with genres (an anthology is the
perfect way to do that), next is “Isabelle Returns,” an animated story (the
work of W. Leitzel) of the raising of a malevolent dead spirit. It’s short and
sweet, but very satisfactory. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.
For “The Ditch,” it’s a very basic, nearly “Children
of the Corn” theme (no kids here) mixed with a bit of Lovecraft and The Texas
Chain Saw Massacre. It’s pretty basic with three characters who meet in
various stages along a less-traveled dirt road surrounded by cornfields. There
might be a surprise or two here and there for the viewer, but this minimalist
tale has a nice though easy to see coming twist ending.
Relying on a bit of giallo stylings, “Bed and
Breakfast” uses stark, primary colors and tilted angles to set off a mood, as a
young woman arrives as said B&B in the middle of a rainstorm. It also has
an Agatha Christie feel to it, as it seems to be placed in that time period. Rather
than meeting up with Rocky and doing the “Time Warp,” she meets the butler, who
is kind a generous, in a stiff way. There is a lot of nakedocity in this one
(no, I’m not making judgments), as this is also styled after the classic “Nudie
Cuties” of the 1950s and ‘60s (e.g., Hershell Gordon Lewis and Harrison Marks).
There’s also a feel of Tales from the Crypt, with at least three really
nice make-up effects.
You may have noticed the time length of this film,
which hovers close to three hours. Normally, I would whine about most films
longer than 90 minutes, but in an “Intermission” segment at the halfway point,
the genie-to-be in the third anthology film (to be made) called Tingles Down
Your Spine, reiterates what the director states, and in this case I agree;
Kister says, “Hey, we’re gonna give people as much content value for their
money as we possibly can, and oh, by the way, there is no requirement that
anybody has to watch a horror anthology straight thru in one shot.” The intermission
is kind of like “MST 3000,” as not only they comment of the film so far, but
also they talk directly to the audience (there is also a fourth wall break
about nudity early on in “Road Trip” that made me laugh).
Starting the second half is “Hysteria!” Well, right off
the back that had me hysterical is that the house front here is the same as in
the “Bed and Breakfast” story. Yeah, I do pay attention… This is a comic
mixture of a murder mystery, a burlesque troupe, ghosts, and a ventriloquist doll.
It’s goofy as hell, and I felt the weakest of the stories. I understand there
was supposed to be a “Scooby-Doo” feel to this, but maybe because I’m not a fan
of that, I missed the tone.
Settling down for some non-humor (though there is a
dark streak deep in there), “Blood Model” presents us with an art class with a
nude model as its subject. One of the students is a wacko who is fixated on the
model, while others in the class try to cozy up to her. The dance around her by
the students is the key motion of the story, but like any good horror tale, but
the ending is solid gold, Jerry, it’s gold! It takes a bit to get there, but it’s
worth the wait. For some reason it made me feel like it could be a segment of “Trilogy
of Terror” (hey, Karen Black did some nudity).
To mix it up a bit, the penultimate story is “The
Whirlpool of Night,” which takes a few genres, puts them in a blender and
stirs. The predominant one is the black-and-white noir of a crime syndicate, as
a private investigator must steal a necklace from a secure location and return
it to repay a debt to an all-female mob. This leads to another genre of an
action film as she is hunted by a masked assassin leading to shootouts and
hand-to-hand fighting (which definitely shows the film’s budgetary restraints).
As for the third of the mash-ups, I won’t give it away because it’s completely
unexpected and fits in so beautifully.
The final story (but not the wrap-up) is “The Calling
of Things Beyond,” which is the most Lovecraftian of them all. A cursed play (now
there is a well-polished trope) written by a mysterious Alister Crowley type
leads to an almost psychedelic happening. It’s both intriguing, weird and a bit
silly, all at the same time.
As the two bookends collide in a pretty funny, almost
Keystone Kops way, the film sets up for the next anthology. If it is as much of
a blast as this one, it will be worth the wait (perhaps in 2022?). One thing noteworthy
is that at nearly three hours, there is no big cameo star showing up; that
alone is pretty impressive. Don’t let the length intimidate you, it’s worth
watching it, even if it’s in bits here and there. That’s the glory of
anthologies.
Sometimes, ya need to make a focused, driven movie –
even if it’s a comedy – and bring home a message (even if it’s just joy). Other
times, you just gotta say fuck it. Horror films with a gay center seem to lean towards
the latter, and this Swedish (in English) release goes above and beyond; it
is camp from Campville.
This film, affectionately known as HAGZ
for short, is by far the silliest film I’ve seen since Australian sci-fi mash-up
SheBorg! (2016); but before you stop here, know that it was one of my
favorite films that I saw last year because of the sheer and utter WTF-ness
of it. So, keep reading…
Hector Lopez
Newlywed couple Ken (Hector Lopez) and his
dick (pun not intended) of a platinum blond be-wigged partner Rob (director
Samuelson) have moved into a new house that is still full of the previous owner’s
possession, including an old and mysterious book. Hector is afraid because the
local legend is that the person before turned into a zombie (so why would you
move in? Oh, wait, logic… never mind).
That takes care of the “Gay Zombie” part;
as for the other, Catherine (Sanna Wallin), who dresses like she just stepped out
of an episode of “I Love Lucy,” is given the opportunity through a head in a
suitcase with glowing eyes (Elin Hallberg), to resurrect her dead sister Ruth
(Anna Walman), bad teeth and all, using some Alien DNA (musta gotten it from
Trump’s medical advisor), turning Ruth into a murderous alien-creature serial
killer.
And yet, the film has barely started. I’ve
already left out so much that has happened, including a ludicrous superhero
named Zebraman (Erik Nilsson) and a Dirty Harry type copper with a heart of
lead, Detective Sheridan (Anna Modén). It’s like there is (purposefully) 40 lbs.
of material in a 20 lbs. bag (or should that be kilos?). There is so much to
unpack!
The two titular main storylines are
separate at first and of course, at some point combine, though it feels
nominally, which actually works to the stories’ advantage. Would have been
interesting if the alien housewife were a lesbian, but there are other (non-alien)
sisters of Lesbos throughout, as well.
Anna Walman
I don’t know if I would refer to this as a
“gay film,” but it is definitely at the core and there are some love scenes
(well, scenes of people having sex), but it certainly has a message, which I
believe is a good one: no matter who one is attracted to, there will be good people
and there will be the shits. But enough pontificating.
For me, as much as the action is fun, and
I will get to that, it’s the dialogue that really makes the film for me. It is
just dripping with puns, such as my favorite one when a criminal is captured
and someone says, “They’re giving him the chair,” as the cops give him a wooden
chair to sit on. This is worthy of Spaceballs (1987) and the line that
they’re “combing the desert.” It was quite often I found myself giving a loud,
verbal laugh.
Also, sometimes its not what is being said
but rather implied, such as when the Police Chief (who has huge, bushy eyebrows)
literally grumbles with non-words because it’s such a trope, really, who needs
them, right? The film liberally uses clichés to make it’s points, or just to
give a nod to other genre classics. For example, there’s the use of a talking plant
that’s reminiscent of The Little Shop of Horrors (1986), a refrigerator
scene that’s right out of Repo Man (1984), the sheer over-the-top drama
of telenovelas, a very quick dig at the found footage format of shaky cameras,
and even a wink at The Evil Dead (1981). One scene even makes fun of the
handyman scenario oft employed in gay – and straight – porn. Another stylist
choice is that, for most of the opus’ run time, there are added “scratches” to
the image to look like it was taken from an old negative.
Elin Hallberg, Sanna Wallin
The cast is amazingly huge – did they use
all of Stockholm in this? – and the acting ranges are in the shrieking scale, or
what I call the Drag Queen Mating Call. The dialogue is either shouted or
grumbled, or in a John Lithgow sit-com reading (did he really win awards for
that overcooked ham-style in “Third Rock from the Sun”?). Most of the actors,
especially the key ones, wear some kind of hair accessories, be it wigs, the aforementioned
eyebrows, and generally ludicrous (I’m guessing Drag influenced) make-up. This
goes for the gore make-up as well: it’s a bit over the top, though a couple of
scenes are really nicely done, such as the last zombie attack.
In other words, there is absolutely no subtlety
to the humor here, just a cosmic, comedic sledgehammer, but it hurts so good. The funny bits are so
fast and furious, I may watch this again to see what I missed, because what I
did catch was effective and made me laugh. There is so much happening that
these are almost set pieces all strung together, but at the same time does not
lose the thread of the story in its own reflection.
Honestly, this film may not be for
everyone; if you’re homophobic because the Bible tells you so, if you don’t
like gratuitous violence, or you need a serious picture with a more linear narrative
step carefully. However, if you are like me and enjoy silliness for silliness sake,
and yet like a smart undertone with great references to genre films (drinking
game, perhaps?), then, as I did, you may enjoy the hell out of this and have a
good laugh.
Red Letters Directed by Jim Klock Code 3 Films; Terror Films 86 minutes, 2020 www.terrorfilms.com
Lately, I have been on a few Theists vs. Atheists boards,
which are always interesting. This actually fits in well for this release, in
which the two lead characters are on either side of this issue.
Retired homicide detective turned PI Jim Knowles (the
film’s director, Jim Klock), who helps the police with “dark” murders, and also
retired Professor of Theology and Knowles’ friend and reluctant occasional partner
Mike Gaston (Mike Capozzi) – no need to explain which is the believer and which
is not – are hired by the police to investigate the strange disappearance of a
deputy investigating a burglary (at exactly 3 AM on November 1, the day after
Halloween, which is, of course, the Catholic-based All Saints Day; personally,
I think it would have been cooler to be at 3:33, but that’s just my own musing
that has nothing to do with nothing). But this is fiction placed in a
particular subgenre of horror, so it "obvious" who, in this
story, is "right." That’s just a given. But let’s go on and start the film…
Jim Klock and Mike Capozzi
This story follows a perspective I really like, in
that after the Deputy’s disappearance, we mainly follow the two lead characters
for a day, so we learn about events as they do. For me, this is a smart way to
keep us knowing just what they know, and to work on the case with them, as it
were.
Unlike many films, indie or mainstream, this is well written
in that the characters are quite human rather than mere stereotypes. For
example, the partner of the deputy that disappears discusses his guilt about
being afraid of going after the officer. This is a very realistic touch, which softens
the character and makes him sympathetic rather than being just a coward. Or is
there more? That’s a question that is consistent throughout the film, as it
rightfully should be in any police procedural, as well as one in the Satanic
subgenre especially (since he is the Prince of Lies, as it were).
So, what is the philosophy of the film: is it pro- or
anti-God/Satan? Well, that’s pretty easy to figure out, if you’ve seen The Exorcist
and The Omen (I am going to assume that’s a yes). And is it preachy
about it? And is there a Right-Wing slant to the film, as Knowles jacket has a “Blues
Lives Matter” American flag patch on his jacket? Well, more about all that
later.
Meanwhile, did I mention that Gaston has visions when
he touches objects? It’s no wonder he’s a believer, and he’s certain Satan is a-foot.
Or is it a-hoof? But no one sees and hears as much as a homeless man named
Robin (Robin F. Baker), who is a prophet in touch with the Lord that we are
introduced to at the start of Act 2, which drowns a bit in dialogue about
matters Holy.
The visions help show that, of course, things aren’t
always as they appear, and good Christians can be called into question as they
show a dark side. But is that out of some long-term sinister belief system or
fear? These are all questions to lead the viewer on the journey to the truth
within the film’s boundaries. Sometimes beliefs are shown in subtle ways, such
as Knowles being a non-believer and the only smoker in the story, showing he
doesn’t care about the world by repeatedly littering with the butts, even when
there is a garbage can right there (sorry, personal pet smoking peeve).
The first couple of Acts are a bit slow and paced, and
could use some editing, though there are a couple of decent jump scares. But as
is natural in genre cinema, it isn’t until the third Act that things really
start hopping.
The film is pretty well acted, and considering the
vast amount of dialog, such as the extended soliloquy of Robin at a diner, it is
held up by Baker’s acting chops. The body count is relatively low as is the blood
flow, but the tension in the last Act (as opposed to the Bible’s “Acts”) works
well to keep up a bit of tension.
And is it preachy? Well, yeah, a bit, but not to the
level where I felt like I was being beaten over the head like those ridiculous Left
Behind releases. There are lots of Bible quotes and a letter from Paul
discussed, and I assume Klock, who also wrote the film, is a believer, because
his character (who does not have faith) states at one point, “I don’t
believe in the Man upstairs.” Most atheists or agnostics would respond, “I don’t
see any proof of a Man upstairs” instead, leaving the burden of proof on the
believer. The end title card actually answers the question of preaching, though.
The photography is pretty straightforward most of the
time, with one and two person shots, with lots of headshots. But somewhat
often, a lovely time lapse or overhead of a beautiful forest can take the
viewer by surprise by its beauty, considering it was shot near Atlantic City,
NJ (I promise you, this Brooklyn boy will not mock NJ here).
Overall, it’s a decent film that’s nice to look at and
a respectable cast that is only hindered by the amount of talking in ratio-to-action.
I haven’t seen Klock’s other four films, so I don’t know if the religiosity is
a trend or a one-off, but I’d certainly be willing to see more, even as an
agnostic non-Christian myself who doesn’t mind a bit of Gods and Devils in his viewing
stories. But remember, there are over 3000 gods out there, and this is taking
only one of the Christian perspectives, which means all the others are “wrong.”
That’s hubris, but with good cinema, I’ll let it stand.
You can find the film exclusively, for now, at the
Kings of Horror site on You Tube.