Showing posts with label Norwegian cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Norwegian cinema. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2022

Review: The Mare

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2022
Images from the Internet

The Mare (aka Mare)
Directed by René Bjerregaard
Broadstone;
74 minutes, 2020 / 2022

This Norwegian film (with subtitles), shot in Sogn og Fjordane, nearly 230 miles northeast of Oslo, is moody and gloomy, as is often the case of releases from Scandinavia in general, where summers are beautiful and bright, but the winters are long and dark. And like many others from this part of the world, it is a touch on the arty side, but I will get into that later.

Meanwhile, we are introduced to the protagonist, a dimply young man named Liam (Alv Fossum). He is quite troubled. He has violent images in the form of nightmares (hence the film’s title). His father (Jonny Bjørkhaug) is naturally worried about the dude: waking up screaming and in a cold sweat. Of course, we get to share in Liam’s night landscape dominated by a black handed demon (Kim Kvamme), family members, and his own fears. Trying to help, he takes Liam to his grandparent’s house in a small town in the remote fjord-infjused east coast.

Alv Fossum

Liam’s Grandma (Grethe Mikaelsen) is sharp. She is taking care of Grampa Tom (Tom Larsen), who is an invalid, except when he roams the tiny and dusty house. Liam’s room is miniscule and threadbare, but finds a diary from this late mother, (Karoline Stemre), which also contain some photos of her.

In his delusional state due to lack of sleep and whatever else his past has brought to him, Liam is suspicious of Grannie, as her eyes dart around and she almost seems to keep Tom in his place. Or is it all in Liam’s mind? The haunting music leads us towards his perspective.

A nice touch is when Liam is watching a small black and white television in the remote location, and the image is of somnambulist Cesare (Conrad Veidt) in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) is on the screen. Which bring me to the style of the film. As I said, the story is dark and dreary, and the visuals reflect it, often in shadow or extremely muted colors, especially within the musty abode, where much of this was filmed.

Grethe Mikaelsen

Like any good story based on night-terrors, such as the A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise, the main character has dreams within dreams, and he has trouble distinguishing between his sleep world and his reality. I have always liked this premise, and this does a good job of it. And thanks to the deep shadows of the house, there is the opportunity for a number of effective jump scares.

Is this a family curse? Is it all in his head (well his sleeping one)? Or is there something more sinister abound? Liam (and the viewer) tries to figure it all out, fighting through fear, insecurity, and isolation in his cell of a room.

The acting here is excellent, with Fossum clearly being the star, but as far as I am concerned, this is clearly Mikaelsen’s film, stealing every scene in which Grandma occurs.

Tom Larsen

It is also worth noting the scenery. Man, the fjord districts of Norway are beautiful. I had the chance to see it myself a few years ago (around Bodǿ and drive through a bit north of the city) and it is stunning territory. The use of drones gives a better perspective of territory and catches its exquisiteness well.

I have been informed by the director that this was self-produced and shot in four weeks. I find that  it looks so good. The house interior sets the perfect mood. It proves that so much can be done with a microbudget ($12,000), dedication, and a good story.

So pull out some lefsa and krumkake (avoid the lutefisk, in my opinion), and crank this up.

IMDB listing HERE



Thursday, September 10, 2020

Review: Housewife Alien vs Gay Zombie

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2020
Images from the Internet

 

Housewife Alien vs. Gay Zombie
Directed by Andreas Samuelson
Zoombie Pictures
96 minutes, 2017

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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.