Showing posts with label Terror Films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terror Films. Show all posts

Friday, December 25, 2020

Review: Slayed

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


Slayed
Directed by Jim Klock and Mike Capozzi
Code 3 Films; Terror Films; Frozen Vapor Productions
73 minutes, 2020

Not to be confused with Slade’s best album, 1972’s Slayed?, this film is Xmas oriented with a homicidal Santa Claus roaming around with elfin mischief and murder on his mind. Now, this is not new territory, as there are more than a dozen killer Claus films out there, but generally they fall into two categories: the first is the rarer real Santa as a demon, and the more common trope is someone dressed in the red and white while doing malevolent deeds.

Well, the makers of the religion-themed Red Letters (2019; reviewed HERE), Jim Klock and Mike Capozzi, have joined together for this holiday romp, to bring new life to an old motif. Not only do they co-direct, but once again they also star in the film. Luckily, they are skilled both in front and behind the camera. 

Mike Capozzi and Jim Klock

Though it was filmed in Northern Virginia, the film takes place in Harris County, Arizona, opening with the obligatory set-up prologue in 2014. With a bit of taunting carnage and a couple of murders containing some decent yet minimal gore, we are brought to “5 years later,” taking place in 2019, before COVID-19 (I bring this up because the film was actually shot during the pandemic).

The horrific acts of the short opening piece took place in a water treatment plant, which is in the process of being shut down, led by Nicole (scene-stealing Coel Mahal), while worker Crandle (a very muscular Capozzi) tensely walks the grounds on Xmas Eve, smoking cigarettes furiously and making sure everything is working honkey-dory while spouting lines like “I know you’re out there, you son-of-a-bitch. Let’s dance.” Nicole gives us a hint quickly on, in a hilarious phone call bit, that while this may not be classified as an official comedy, there is some definitely tongue-in-cheek approaches as well as the terror of mutilation. Five minutes in, and this is looking like it is going to be a fun sleigh ride.

Placing it in Arizona is actually a smart move, because as it was filmed in 10 days during the summer, something Klock admits “was a push,” it makes sense that people are walking around in short sleeves during the holiday season. And what is it about Santas and hatchets; is there some tradition I don’t know about? But I digress…

Into the mix comes security guard Jordan (Klock in a semi-comedic relief role). He plays cops often in his films, which is not surprising, because he has worked for years as an officer in Virginia. Unfamiliar with the place, he’s got spunk (though Nicole doesn’t like spunk), and it’s just him and Crandle on the job as the Eve turns into night. Until reports of a kidnapping come over the radio. Santa redux.

Okay, I’ve talked about this before, and I am going to repeat it as often as possible. When a rescued kidnap victim, Heather (Kyra Kennedy, who was also in Red Letters) wants to call the coppers, Jordan stops her because (a) he is afraid, and (b) because Crandle told him to “stay down.” Why do men blindly listen to other men, but not intelligent women in these movies? It’s a disease, I tells ya!

Remember the really old Bugs Bunny cartoons, when he’s being chased by Elmer or whomever, and there’s a hallway with many doors, and the characters keep coming out of one and going into another? That’s kind of what the second act feels like here, as various people are either looking for the killer Claus or trying to escape, while the evil, hatchet carrying miscreant pops up here and there, always just outta reach. It is both effective with the building of tension, and wearying at the same time, like filler songs on a really good album, such as “Creature From the Black Lagoon” on Dave Edmunds’ 1977 Repeat When Necessary.

When the action ramps up in the final act, it comes at the right time, and the action becomes more intense, with really fine performances by Klock and Capozzi, as does Kenny, making the most of her role which is, honestly mostly whimpering (I say, if you can write women as smart, also write them strong). As I said earlier, Mahal is a joy to watch.

As with Red Letters, there is a bit of religion thrown in, but here it’s more casual (well, it is Xmas) with some Bible quotes thrown in near the end. As for the SFX, they are all practical, done by the team of Coel Mahal (a woman of many talents) and Nui Agustin. There is a fair number of slays (yeah, I went there) so there is a nice amount of blood and gore, without much in the viscera department. It is all incredibly well done, being just the right amount without being stingy but not over the top.

The photography, handled by Emily Adams as DoP, is quite fine. A lot of the film takes place outside in the dark, and everything is really clear. There is also some really beautiful drone work early on. As with the imagery, I would also like to point out the editing is a fanciful mix of meat-n-taters and some spectacular work as well.

As for the identity of the killer, well, I won’t give it away of course, but I kinda figured out part of it about halfway through (I had another guess before that, but was proved wrong, thankfully). There are plenty of surprises and some decent jump scares paced throughout, not to mention some unexpected actions that took me by surprise, happily.

Yes, the canon of deadly St. Nicks is large, and this one is a fun addition that can be enjoyed during this festive season. It is certainly more recommended than your Aunt Phyllis’s fruit cake that suspiciously may have been regifted from last year.

You can find a decent interview with Klock and Capozzi on the Pop Horror blog HERE 



Thursday, August 20, 2020

Review: Irrational Fear


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


Irrational Fear
Directed by Hunter Johnson
Slasher Studios; LAHorror.com; Terror Films
98 minutes, 2017 / 2020

Unless someone has a true phobia (aka an irrational fear), rather than just a normal one, even if it is only perceived rather than real, it’s hard to understand the torment that it can play with the everyday living of a normal life. I’m afraid of bees, but if one is on the other side of the window, I don’t freak out and can get close (unless it’s on me or buzzing near my ear). I have a fear, but not an irrational one. This film examines the more extreme form, where it feels like a matter of life or death.

One of my biggest fears is a film taking a really long time to spin its wheels before the action really starts. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but in this case, it’s a full half hour of exposition before the story actually gets anywhere (not counting the mandatory prologue where a woman wearing a Freddy K-style striped sweater reacts to her fear of being laughed at). As a side note here, the opening credits look great.

Charles Chudabala and Baker Chase Powell
Diminutive college psychology professor Dr. Sanders (Charles Chudabala) is the big man on the project presented, and he and his graduate student / assistant, Zach (Baker Chase Powell, who was also great in 2019’s Dolemite is My Name) takes a group of – phobia-ites? – to a lake house at Crivitz, Wisconsin, to do research into curing phobias; but not a cabin in the woods, as you can see the neighboring homes in the distance when they pull up. The group of six (not counting the Doc and Zach) are an odd bunch, including the lovely Taylor (Leah Wiseman) who doesn’t like being touched; child-like germaphobe Jake (Kaleb Shorey) and his anger-prone father with a tooth fixation, Nat (Tom McCarthy); high school jock Cameron (Mathias Blake) who is afraid of “choking” during his games; Kelly (Jennifer Nagle aka horror hostess Malvolia, the Queen of Screams) who is self-conscious about her self-appearance; and bad-tempered alcoholic Helen (Cati Glidewell), suffering from a fear of water… you know the lake right outside back is going to come into being a factor. In other words, there is a nice opportunity for a large body count, and that’s important, am I right? Who out there has a fear of seeing a horror film with a low kill rate?

Leah Wiseman
It’s told right off the bat (so I’m not giving anything away) that Taylor and Zach have a history having grown up a few houses apart, and that this is a group that is angry and, naturally, scared to open up. Hence, phobias. The collection of personalities kind of reminds me of Shirley Jackson’s novel The Haunting of Hill House (and it’s subsequent 1963 film, The Haunting) where a scientist gathers some people together who have had strange psychic phenomenon events occur around them into a haunted house to see what happens.

People being tortured by their own fears is hardly a new premise, and has been done a few times before, but because they talk about common fears (times ten), it’s something many in the audience can identify with; thankfully it’s not the cliché tropes like spiders and snakes. Here, wisely, the fears are about more common things like germs, water and being touched. So of course, these dreads are just the lynchpin to the story for when a supernatural element is introduced, somehow reminding me of Thir13en Ghosts (the 2001 version; the posters are even similar, and Wiseman has a Shannon Elizabeth vibe).

There is definitely also an element of Evil Dead (1981) as people start to disappear, one by one. Sure, no one comes back as demons, but the way “spirits” influence what happens around them, indicates there’s malevolence about. Sometimes we see the action, other times it’s off camera (budget constraints is my guess), but as things fall apart, the doctor tries mightily to keep shit together while others are freaking out. Personally, I would be with the latter group, and in fact, would be outta there. Go to one of the houses down the block, call a cab, order it to the local police, and “buh-bye.”

Cati Glidewell
The film wisely plays around with who is good and who is bad, though it’s pretty obvious from the outset if you are familiar with these kinds of things. Still, events and reasons are not what one expects (well, for me, anyway), and for that I’m happy as I love when a story line catches me by surprise; even if I know who did it, the reason why is usually where the big a-ha­ moments come in.

There is no gore in the film, but it gets a bit bloody at times, and all the SFX are practical, rather than digital. And in the out there department of nothing to do with nothing, though I am not sure of its significance, I found it interesting that there is a minor theme of strings of lights that are placed around rooms, both at the house and even in Taylor’s room at home (if the filmmakers want to say in the comments, I’d appreciate it). But that’s neither here nor there.

Despite the slight nod to Friday the 13th (1980), the end is manic and a bit over the top, if not a bit predictable, but it’s hyper fun, and that is the end point for which a film should be going. The story seems to be pulling in a couple of different directions in a form of distraction to what is really happening, but even with it’s slightly amateurish feel, and a couple of lags here and there that could have been cut, it really is a diamond in the rough, and I kinda like that.


Sunday, July 5, 2020

Review: The Evil Rises


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


The Evil Rises
Directed by Daniel Florenzano
Florenzano Films; Terror Films
85 minutes, 2018

It amazes me how many genre films are based on some really stupid people who make really, really stupid decisions. For example, at a beach party (yes, bikinis abound, natch), a couple discover a statue peaking out of the sand that has some strange powder inside it.

Of course, one of them, Willie (Julian De La Mora), knows the entire history of this statue from a lecture he attended months ago. Say what? Anyway, most of them take the powder from the statue, put it in their beer, and swig away. I can just hear in my head, “Amber says whaaaaat?” None of that makes any sense, but if it sets up the rest of the story (as this is only the first few minutes), so be it.

Michael Glauser and Bailey La Flam
The powder turns the beach blanket bingo into a splatterfest as our California campers turn into mindless zombies controlled by… well, gimme a minute to get there. They kill each other off until there are only three: Claudia (Bailey La Flam), her boyfriend Sebastian (Michael Glauser), and Willie (the “intellectual” third-wheel). The killing raises, out of the sand, the… American Indian? Aztec?... spirit, Callas (Erik Cram), who controls them. Of course, Callas speaks perfect English, as most aboriginals did 666 years ago (yeah, that’s the timeline given, even though it’s more than 100 years before Columbus set foot anywhere near the Americas, and nearly 200 years before the Spaniards landed in California), and is killed by colonists who are dressed like the Puritans, who never left the East Coast. Since Callas is played by a colonialist actor; would this be considered cultural appropriation? I’m not sure. What is surprising to me is that the film is loaded with Latino/Latina actors, and they didn’t find one for Callas? Anyway, this is still in the first ten minutes; the credits haven’t even finished yet.

Now the sole purpose of this trio is to find the blood of 50+ people to raise Callas (no, not Charlie, RIP) to this dimension to begin his malevolent reign (hence the evil rising). Junkies, party animals, and all others are welcome to be obliterated as either flesh eating zombies or victims thereof.

La Flam and Alec Lobato
Of course, if you have evil, you must have good. On the side of humanity is a police detective, David Jones (not of the Monkees nor David Bowie; played by Joe Paulson, who actually holds up best in the acting department), Chazz the pizza delivery guy (Alec Lobato), and the local scammer priest (e.g., uses the tithe money to go on vacations), Father O’Malley (Ed Hollingsworth), who’s brogue comes and goes at will. Yeah, he’s on the side of “good.” Social commentary, anyone?

There are lots of moments that could have been excised to keep the pace going, such as the conversation between Chazz and a 911 operator. Do they or we need to hear that he thinks “the girl is smokin’ hot”?; good way to get a hang-up from the EMTs.

There is a huge cast in this film, which for its budget, in and of itself is impressive. Even some porn performers make their faces known. My favorite character is a super scary looking macho guy whose girlfriend is on a leash, who ends up being a scared little boy. This character, though completely underdeveloped, still made me smile the most. Truth of the matter is, all the roles are pretty undefined as far as personalities go, never mind back history of any kind. But the meat and potaters [sic] of the film is not so much the details, but the extraneous stuff: substance abuse, violence and gore, and of course, the flashing of boobs, which pop up on occasion (nothing of the male action).

As for the violence and gore, well, that looks rather good and enjoyable, without overdoing it (though a literal pool of blood looks a bit like water with coloring). Stabbings, biting, machetes are all instruments, among others, used to dispatch victims. For me, a weak spot was the final party scene, where there was room to focus more on the action than the story, but they let the story get in the way. This is probably due to budget constraints.

Is it a great movie? No. Is it a good movie? Well, it’s decent and entertaining, but there are places it could have been cut, and others where it could have been plumped up, as I noted. Of the two villain leads, Claudia comes off the best and the nastiest, while Sebastian is kind of… there, and kind of superfluous. This is the writing though, not the fault of Glauser.

I didn’t feel like it was a waste of time to watch it, but I don’t really feel a need to see it again, though I’d like to see La Flam and Paulson in more films.

To finish off in the digression department, the pizza place in the film, City Pizza, is a real San Diego shop that “specializes in New York style thin crust pizza.” That also made me smile. And miss New York style thin crust pizza.  The film crew did well to advertise the company within the film, and I hope they got some decent free pizza out of it.