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Saturday, February 15, 2020

Review: Mommy: 25th Anniversary Widescreen Double Fe

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


This is a nice set. Presented along three discs are the main feature, Mommy, and the sequel Mommy’s Day. The first disc is the two films on Blu-ray, the second is the same two on DVD, and the third, a DVD, is the extras. And there are a lot, but more on that later.

While not directly linked to the 1956 film The Bad Seed that shot child actor Patty McCormack to temporary stardom (though she has acted consistently through the years, I’m happy to say), many people consider these to be unofficial sequels of the character of the film if she had grown up and become a mother herself. Director Max Alan Collins, more known as a writer of a multitude of books often in the dark and detective genres, has not public denied that, either, as far as I can tell.

Mommy
Directed by Max Allan Collins
M.A.C. Productions / VCI Home Video / MVD Entertainment
89 minutes, 1995 / 2019

Truthfully, I haven’t seen Mommy since I rented it out from my local Video Video (that was the store’s name) emporium back in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, when it first came out in VHS. What did I think of it then? I barely remember it; I was renting out so much and it didn’t reach the replay heights of the likes of any directed by Stuart Gordon. At the time, I did not yet know who was Max Allan Collins.

I have always wondered if somewhere this was inspired (or vice-versa) by the John Waters’ film, Serial Mom (1994), which also deals with a mother who is out on a killing spree without guilt through righteous indignation, though with a bit more humor and camp. Either way, they are both interesting bookends of the same state of homicidal mind.

Taking place in the real town of Muscatine, Iowa (the director’s birthplace), the madre in question (Brooklyn-born Patty McCormack) is upset that her daughter, Jessica Ann (Rachel Lemieux) – who narrates the film – is not picked for an award as Outstanding Student in the local school. She’s upset that it has gone to a child of Mexican background. While the whole film is not socially weaponized, this particular incident of racial politics sticks out a bit as Mommy comes across as a raging racist, rather than just an upset mother. Jessica Ann doesn’t really care, but will the apple fall far from the tree? That is kind of where the film seems to be heading, but whether or not that’s true, well, you’ll have to see for yourselves, now, woncha?

Of course, Mommy’s reaction to the above incident leads to a very unfortunate series of events that affects her, her family such as her sister Beth (Brinke Stevens in a strong, supporting role), and the police detective on her trail, Lt. March (Jason Miller, an amazing actor, mailing it in for this one; d. 2001). In supporting cameo roles are the likes of Majel Barrett (d. 2008) between all her Star Trek duties and mystery writer Mickey Spillane (d. 2006).

Through it all, Mommy keeps her wits – well definitely with a bit of icy hostility – as she nonchalantly excuses the events of her own causing. This is beautifully summed up in her comment to Jessica Ann after a murder, “A little unpleasantness is not going to stand in the way of good nutrition!”

Collins uses his screenplay to both give a nod to both the original Bad Seed film, and the novel it was based on. For example, the police lieutenant March is obviously a shout out to the novel’s author, William March. Also, in the book and film, the titular character kills for a nod in scholastic achievement; here it’s the Outstanding Student award, while previously it was over a medal for perfect penmanship.

Also, in the original story, it’s the apartment’s maintenance man who catches on to what is going on and pays the price for it, and now it’s the school janitor, Miss Jones (Sarah Jane Miller) who pushes the right buttons at the wrong time.

While this isn’t classic and great cinema, it is a strong low-budget feature and that is obvious. It was also an early outing for Collins. For what it is, it’s more a character study with some thriller thrown in than just a shoot-em-up slasher kind of thing. The body count isn’t huge, but you understand the motivation behind each one, which makes up for that.

McCormack is wonderful in her role, playing both panic and icy at the same time (not easy), gnashing her teeth behind dark red lipstick with glee. This was a collaboration between her Bad Seed character and the adult Mommy. Clearly Jessica Ann is going to need a lot of therapy to get over all this mess. And, luckily, there is a sequel.


Mommy 2: Mommy’s Day
Directed by Max Allan Collins
M.A.C. Productions / VCI Home Video / MVD Entertainment
88 minutes, 1997 / 2019

The sequel was released just a couple of years later, largely with the same cast, sometimes in different roles. For example, the three female leads, Mommy (McCormack) – still no first name given – Jessica Ann (Lemieux) and Beth (Stevens) are the same. However, the janitor Sarah Jane Miller returns as her own conniving sister, and the late Michael Cornelison, who played the dubious love interest for Mommy in the first, is a totally different character here, again in a wannabe relationship with Mommy.

There has been some growth since the first release, both in style and in the literal sense. First the latter: Jessica Ann is older and into her early teens with braces. She’s also developing a teen attitude and is a bit of a mean girl. I’m sure it’s supposed to imply she’s her mother’s daughter. Her Aunt Beth, who was so sweet in the original, is now quite forceful and snarky in her taking care of Jessica Ann, perhaps showing some things run in a family? This is leading the viewer in directions I am not going to discuss as it is a key plot point, but I was expecting someone to start singing “Lucy Harper took an ax…”

Adding to the cast is Paul Peterson (where’s Shelley Fabares singing “Mommy Angel”?!) as Beth’s husband and the person who wrote the tell-all book about the Mommy murders. With this mix of the new and the old, Mommy’s Day actually turns out to be a better picture than the first. Collins has now had some experience with filmmaking under his belt, there is less reliance (even ancillary) on The Bad Seed, and everyone seems more comfortable working with each other. Yes, there is still some self-referential stuff going on, such as Mommy saying, “Don’t you know the sequel is never as good as the original?!,” though in a different context, this is played more for a wink and grin than anything else.

While in need of some shortening and editing – especially a ridiculous death row prison segment near the beginning – the writing is a bit tighter than in the first release. Here there is some actual tension, and the inclusion of a Jerry Springer/Sally Jesse Raphael-type audience participation talk show that goes from bad to worse in a bang works really well in the story, especially for the timeframe.

The bloodletting is a bit more, and there are hints of (female) nudity – even an obligatory shower scene which rose to prominence around then – shows more bits (though nothing complete).

This sequel is definitely more fleshed out in personalities and plot devices, but I would honestly say to watch the original Mommy before watching the second. And then, maybe, throw in some Serial Mom after for an additional hoot.


Disc 3 Extras
Of course, if it needs a separate disc, you know there will be extras abound.

The start is from a 1995 “Entertainment Tonight” episode (3 minutes) where the premiere of the film is discussed by Leonard Martin (what, no Siskel and Ebert? Joe Bob Briggs?). Basically, the theme is that there is even film life in Iowa. Interviews include with director Collins and star McCormack.

After the Mommy original trailer is the “Mommy Bloopers” (17 minutes), which is just what you would expect, but in this case, it really shows that the cast and crew were both having fun, worked in a collaborative fashion, and got along. Many other bloopers reels I have seen of late tend to show the same takes over and over until tedium sets in for the viewer. Here, there are some duplicates, but nothing that is wearying. A cool collection.

A “Mommy PBS Documentary” (8 min.) follows, which essentially is very similar to the Entertainment Tonight one, namely “the film shot in Iowa.” There is a bit more context on Collins’ role as writer and director, but it’s still fun to watch the backstage fervor.

Mommy's Day: Patty McCormack Interviewed by Max Allan Collins” (17 min.) is from 1996. It starts off strong with McCormack discussing and dissecting her Bad Seed character and the title role. She also talks a bit about her history in the theater and television back in the 1950s. It’s a good talk and you get to know her as an actor a bit better. Would have liked to have heard more about being from Brooklyn, but I have my own personal reasons for that.

Last up is “Conversations with Interesting Characters: The Making of the movie Mommy - A Documentary by J. Rigler” (29 min.). I’ll be honest, I have no idea who J. Rigler is, but he does a pretty good job in getting the idea of the “Making of” project. He interviews the cast and crew members, including ones you wouldn’t necessarily expect, but of course focuses mainly on director Collins and James Hoffmann, Collins’ best friend since fourth grade, who was Executive Producer the flick. It’s informative and fun, though I still would love to hear why Collins replaced the original director of the film, which is mentioned in passing a few times in a few of the extras, but never really brought to light other than “artistic differences.”




Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Review: Double Feature of Don’t Look in the Basement; Don’t Open the Door


Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2018
Images from the Internet


Both these films have been combined in a two-disk Blu-ray / DVD package “Grindhouse Double Feature” by VCI Entertainment and MVD Visual. Both were directed by Texas native S.F. Brownrigg (aka Brownie Brownrigg), who died in 1996 at age 58. Both of these were shot with local talent “deep in the heart of…”

Don’t Look in the Basement (aka The Forgotten)
Directed by S.F. Brownrigg
Camera 2 Productions
89 minutes, 1973 / 2018

First of all, not fer nuthin’, what can you say that about a film (or at least title) that inspired an early, great Ramones song, am I right?! 

I actually remember seeing this film when it came out, coincidently a few months after I first saw the Ramones, but I digress… While I don’t recollect the story very well, being over 40 years ago, I am surprised at how much I’m remembering of the images as I’m watching it. The fact that it’s made that much of an impression on me after all this time must stand for something, I guess.

Though I have to admit I thought it was silly at the time, I have a lot more film history under my belt and can look at it in a new perspective. And fortunately, I don’t recall the ending, so that’s a bonus.

Rosie Holotik
The film takes place at Stephens Sanatorium, a private retreat for the insane, where the cast of interesting and diverse characters include a woman who thinks her baby doll is real and threatens anyone she deems a threat (Camilla Carr), an African-American man who has the mind of a child (top-billed Bill McGhee; d. 2007), a judge who likes to reap his own justice in any manner he deems correct at the wide-eyed moment (Gene Ross), a nymphomaniac (again, remember the time period and genre) looking desperately for love (Harryette Warren), a guy who thinks he’s in the army called Sarge (Hugh Feagin), and a man who is a brat, acting like Dennis the Menace (Jessie Kirby). Meanwhile, the inmates truly are running the asylum, apparently, as the staff keeps getting killed off. Though one appropriately named Dr. Masters decides to do an Al Haig and puts herself in charge. It’s all sketchy. On top of all this, a new nurse is schedule to come at any moment. Oh, and this entire paragraph takes place before the opening credits. Yep.

Annabelle Weenick looking very Miss Togar
Looking like she just stepped out of a period Swedish Airlines Stewardess commercial, psychiatric nurse Charlotte Beale (statuesque Playboy centerfold model Rosie Holotik) has arrived on the eve of two staff deaths, and manages to talk Dr. Masters (Anne McAdams, aka Annabelle Weenick, d. 2003) into keeping her position. Of course, there’s more going on than meets the marquee.

As I watched the film, there was so much I remembered, even after so many years, including the last shot, and in particular one of the gruesome deaths, which in my memory was much more shocking than the actuality after decades of ever more detailed and close-up mayhem. There is a key point I figured out early on, though honestly I don’t really know if I remember the big shocker or I figured it out, but it is effective.

Gene Ross plays a judge in both flms
Don’t get me wrong, this is a nicely bloody film in the Grand Guignol style of Hershell Gordon Lewis (though not that graphic). The style of the film is very similar to a lot of the mid-1970s to early 1980s films that came back to light with VHS, such as Mother’s Day, Maniac, and even The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, including the mostly bad acting (well, perhaps not bad as much as over-the-top theaaaahhhtrical emoting, often with the eyebrows and teeth), ridiculous storyline and a conclusion that is a bit up in the air.

But please, let me point out, because this is important for films of this period, that is why we like them, rather than in spite of it. They were goofy fun¸ and easily enjoyable without working the brain muscles too hard.

Don’t Open the Door (aka Don’t Hang Up)
Directed by S.F. Brownrigg
Camera 2 Productions / Jefferson Productions
85 minutes, 1974 / 1979 / 2018

While the Don’t Go to the Basement was Grand Guignol, this film’s style is closer aligned to the Giallo murder films from Italy, which started to show up at US theaters around the same time by the likes of Dario Argento. All one needs do is look at all the really creepy dolls to get that vibe.

There is a bit of overlap with the cast here from the former film, but that should be no surprise for an indie release. However, in the leading role is fetching Susan Bracken as Amanda, a woman with a strong personality who has left her doctor boyfriend, Nick (Hugh Feagin) after a fight, to take care of her ailing grandmother. Of course, something murderous happened in that house 13 years earlier in 1962 when she was a little girl, and you just know it’s going to come back to – well, haunt is the wrong word as there are no spirits, but you get my drift.

When she comes back, of course there are a bunch of men who want to control her decision to put her grannie in a hospital and offer to buy her house, including a judge (Gene Ross), a doctor (Jim Harrell, d. 2000), and Claude (Larry O’Dwyer), a curator of old houses. Luckily, she still has enough of Nick still wrapped around her cute finger to get him to come and sign grannie into the hospital… if she lasts that long.

Susan Bracken
As the second act begins, Amanda starts receiving phone calls harassing her. Remember, this is the period before you could see whose number was calling (barbarous!). All you see of the mystery caller is a close-up of his mouth, or some of his face in silhouette. A half hour in, it’s pretty obvious who is the mystery caller.

The old “he’s calling from inside the house” cliché was pretty young at the time, and they project that pretty fast, so I really don’t feel like I’m giving away much. There’s also a bit of misogyny (again, the period) where the caller asks Amanda to make “I’ll have what she’s having” noises on the phone. This is the creepiest thing in the film for me, and made me uncomfortable. Much of the story is kind of a comeuppance for Amanda, starting off brash and self-confinement, and ending up, well, less so. This is also a theme that is dated, but if I can theoretically accept the that-was-then of Katerina putting up with Petruchio, I guess I can think of this as part of the culture at the time (if this was released now, it would grind my gears).

Real, creepy dolls abound
As far as quality of film, this one is a vast improvement from the first, from the way it is shot using shadows and angles of the house to the benefit of the actions, the editing is pretty hot, and some of the dialogue enjoyably sounds a bit like the banter in those Spencer Tracey/Kathrine Hepburn films, giving a subtle sense of humor. The reason I say this is because, in part, Amanda kinda dresses the Girl Friday part, including the Bob ‘do and make-up.

Even with some of the same actors, the quality of the work is better, as well. The story is more filled out (though there are still some big holes, such as her not getting that the caller is seeing her, considering he is describing her actions and clothing, so to look for holes in the wall).

Sadly, the on-screen career of Susan Bracken (daughter of B-level movie star Eddie Bracken, whom I’ve always enjoyed watching) didn’t amount to much, this being her second and last film, but I would have been happy to follow her career. She does well going from one extreme emotional stance to the next.

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Don't Open the Door's more artistic look
The collection’s commentary extra is for Don’t Look in the Basement, hosted by film historian David Del Valle and genre filmmaker David Decoteau. Along with interesting second hand yet knowledgeable stories about the making of the film, they also discuss the genre of the period and the effect of drive-ins on rural cinema culture. Normally I would not be very interested in so many personal stories that don’t directly relate to the making of the film, but in this case it really works because their connection to Texas independent cinema and being able to take something very local and give it a meaningful context. There is a bit of repetition, but overall it’s a good conversation that doesn’t sound smug or talks down to the listener. It is especially nice to have an explanation about the poem part relating to “little men.”

Other extras include the trailers for the two films, a collection of other grindhouse coming attractions put out by VCI Entertainment (I am a trailers fan, especially from that period, FYI), some deleted scenes from Don’t Open the Door of which about half were rightfully taken out and the others interesting in context of the story, and some handwritten production notes by the director.

What both these films have in common is that on some level they both deal with some insanity, and also its focus on what happens to a “normal” person pushed to the extremes dealing with that intensity. While …Basement is the more well-known of the two, I enjoyed both films; however …Hang Up was better overall for the reasons I have been mentioning. As a combo package, it’s all the more bettah to compare.