Showing posts with label demon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label demon. Show all posts

Saturday, April 15, 2023

Review: Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama 2

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
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Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama 2
Directed by Brinke Stevens
Candy Bar Productions; Full Moon Features; MVD Entertainment
62 minutes, 2022
www.FullMoonFeatures.com
www.mvdvisuals.com

The first SBitSBaR (1987) starred the holy trinity of Scream Queens (in no particular order) Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer, and Linnea Quigley, all in their horror prime. I saw this when it first came out on VHS when I rented it from my local store in Brooklyn, Video Video. It was a silly, hot mess, but so much fun.

Now, nearly 35 years later, comes Part Dos, directed by Brinke Stevens herself (I knew she was brilliant even in the 1980s), and in cameo roles, both herself and Bauer, with Quigley nowhere in sight except in archival footage (don’t worry, her career is still doing quite well, with the likes of 2017 Bonehill Road and 2020’s Death Drop Gorgeous; according to IMDB, there are conflicting stories both about how Quigley was not asked, and that she was going to be in it but broke her leg). This film was written by Full Moon regular, Kent Roudebush (such as the Giantess films recently reviewed elsewhere on this blog).

Katie O'Neill, Jessie Gill

We are introduced, once again, into the cleavage and spandex world of sorority Pi Epsilon Delta (as opposed to Tri-Delta in the first film), where actors play younger than their actual ages (a trope that goes back even further than 1978’s National Lampoon’s Animal House). Anyway, it is the sorority’s Pledge Night, and ringleader Sarah (Jessie Gill) and her second, Tiffany (Katie O’Neill) are corralling the new recruits, under the strict housemother, drinker Auntie Snake (Kelli Maroney, of 1984’s Night of the Comet, another ‘80s B-film classic, and more recently, 2022’s NightCaller). Auntie is the sister of Spider (Quigley, in the first film). 

As both Sarah and Auntie admit, the sorority is in rough shape, and Sarah wants to bring it “forward” to a better class (pun unintended). There are only two new recruits this year, busty Ginger (Audrey Neal) and multi-inked Devin (Hannah Tullett). We meet them all doing jazzercise in spandex one-sies, and bending over a lot. Not to mention the energetic shower scene; and let us not go into the whole whipped cream montage. Joining them late is leather jacket wearing tough girl Bitsy (Glory Rodriquez); you can tell she’s tough because she keeps throwing “the bird.” I am guessing a secret by her name (PS, I was wrong, but close).

Hannah Tullett, Audrey Neal
As in the first film, there are three doods spying on the sisters, this time via hidden cameras and computers, rather than through an open door. This brain-dead trio are Devin (Luka Parente, who does not live on the second floor, but wears a bowling shirt; I’m not sure if this was a coincidence, or a very wise in-joke), Dinger (Justin Luper), and Turkey (Nathan Blair).

Nathan Blair, Luka Parente, Justin Luper

Of course, the guys get caught and are “forced” to join the sorority to break into the same bowling alley (the real Dickey Lanes, in Cleveland, OH) from 35 years earlier. Man, these people are dumb. I mean, really dumb. The guys hold the bowling pins in front of their pants to emulate their junk, and carry two balls up to their chest to symbolize breasts (with one “motorboating”). The two original pledges accept these doofuses as potential partners, and dance around practically pushing their chests together, while the new one snarls. This is all done during a montage to ‘80s style electronic music. Oh, Brinke, you can do better. Gotta say, as the future body count, there is no one that will make the audience go, “Oh, no!”

During a catfight (of course) at about the halfway mark, a trophy is broken open and out comes our imp, the same puppet used in the first film. In the earlier incarnation, the imp’s voice is high pitched and electronically enhanced (and pre-autotune!). Now, being the son of the original imp, the vocal is deep and sounds stereotypical African-American (voiced by Derek Reid, the writer/producer/director/star of the series, “Black Spider-Man”), who starts off saying “Free at last, free at last / Satan O mighty, I’m free at last.” Oy. He sounds a bit like Audrey II (Levi Stubbs) in Little Shop of Horrors (1986).

Neal, Glory Rodriquez, Gill

As in the original release, Monsieur Imp grants wishes to “thank” the doodle brains for letting him out. but unlike the first, these wishes are given in unexpected manners, seeming taking a nod from the Wishmaster franchise (1997-2002); It does not go well, nor will I go into details. But it is funny. You may see some of the gags coming by the wording of the wishes, but still, it made me smile.

The physical effects look good, and there is a lot of CGI purple smoke and electrical energy that also is effective, especially since this is definitely going for a 1980s vibe. It is all remarkably effective.

Brinke Stevens, Michelle Bauer

There are some nice cameos by Stevens and Bauer, though it was obviously spliced in after. Still, works for the story though it is never explained why they aged if they were trapped in the bottle with the imp.

Okay, to be honest, this is some stupid, sexist stuff, but that is the demographic they are aiming for: teen boys, horny dudes, and people who joyfully remember skimming the aisles of their local video store of their youth as, well, teen boys and horny youth. It is extremely successful in that way, and if this had been released in the ‘80s, it probably would have been a huge VHS hit, that is plain and simple. I am not making any judgments on this, just stating the facts. I enjoyed these kinds of films in the ‘80s as I fit that previous demographic, and this is nicely retro and nostalgic.

I am not only glad this was directed by a woman (reminds me of Richard Pryor being a writer for 1974’s Blazing Saddles, making it possible to use some quite offensive language and actions), but one who was there in the period, so she could have a first-hand experience to make this as loyal to the time as possible. I am also grateful that this film is relatively short, so as not to over-use its topic. There is a hint, however, of a possible sequel to the sequel.

The extras on the Blu-ray are a stack of recent Full Moon trailers, and a short called "Brinke vs. the Imp" (3 min), in which the first half is Stevens discussing the poster of the original film poster when the first release was called The Imp, and the second part shows the person who was the voice of the Imp.

IMDB listing HERE

Warning: spoilers in the trailer


Saturday, March 25, 2023

Review: Planet Zee

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Planet Zee
Directed by Zetkin Yikilmis
Yikilmis Filmproduktion; Digital Media Rights; Midnight Pulp; Darkside Releasing
96 minutes, 2021
www.facebook.com/planetzee1

Recently I reviewed Zetkin Yikilmis’s twisted fairy tale of the supernatural and violence, Pink Rabbit (2022), which is also based on a kill-or-be-killed supernatural scenario. This inspired me to check out this earlier film of hers; both are available for free on TubiTV.

This film is out of Germany, written and directed by a woman from Turkey, and filmed in English. Needless to say, some of the characters are quite accented, so I recommend using the English subtitles, just to make it easier. Personally, I like to do that anyway, as much as possible. Seeing so many live bands in clubs with no ear protection has had its toll, though I would not change my experiences. But I digress…

Zetkin Yikilmis

One would think offhand that the title would indicate this is a film about zombies, but no, Zee is actually the name of the lead character (Yikilmis). Zee is an indie filmmaker who is in the middle of making a slasher flick, while she lives with here elderly-but-nice granny, Sam (Trish Osmond), who is my favorite character in the story. While Zee is anxious about her filmmaking future, Sam gives a solid feminist standpoint to encourage her: “Never give up and know your own strength.” Yay. And you know that advice, much like Peter Parker’s uncle in Spiderman, will come in handy at some time in the film.

Within this film, Zee is writing a script titled Blue Smoke and a Locker. Amusingly, in 2019, Yikilmis directed and wrote Some Smoke and a Red Locker (which I have not seen). That is so cool and a great reflectionary inside joke. Note that this film was written by Bernd Strack, who was the screenwriter for Bunker of the Dead (2015).

Yikilmis and Trish Osmond

Zee is a heavy pot smoker, which amusingly is “dogwhistled” in the IMDB description as her being a “hippie.” Anyway, her producer is Serge (Alexander Tsypilev), an annoying sexually predatory twit who is just dripping in misogyny and toxic masculinity, but hopefully Serge has a comeuppance, because his gold chain indicates he imagines himself more the player than in reality. He is the kind of guy who gives us nice guys a bad rep. His attitude does not help when Zee’s computer is infected by a contest called “The Game of Power,” which claims it will improve “self-esteem” by forcing the user to do “diabolic tasks.” In her own “macho” momentary stance – despite the computer warning it is a matter of kill or be killed – Zee and Serge, who proves to be a coward, naturally, perform a blood ritual and are trapped in a room in Zee’s abode.

At about halfway through, the action finally starts in earnest when a demon shows up (Roland Bialke, a German professional wrestler who was also the titular Pink Rabbit in Yikilmis’s next feature). The make-up is kind of humorous; it is even commented on in the story (see the trailer, below), which I thoroughly enjoyed. The big question is, who will be the last person standing, and gets to leave the room? If anyone…

Alexander Tsypilev and Yikilmis 

So much of the story takes place in a single, small room, that has a strong yellowish ‘60s-‘70s motif (maybe that’s why they said “hippie”?), implying to the budget. Luckily, it is effective. Yikilmis seems to like small, confined spaces in what I have seen of her output. I say, make every dollar count. I respect that.

Another thing I found amusing was the subliminal anarchy hidden beneath the nonsense words scrolling on a computer screen (yes, I am the kind of guy who pauses the screen to read even the absurd words; I also do this when there is a bookcase behind the character, to see if I can make out any of the books; but again, I digress…), such as “Capitalism” and “Revolution.” I do not know if this was intentional, but I am hoping it was.

Paranoia and insanity, as well as anger close in on the couple as they continue to be stuck in this one space. Cabin Fever, or possibly something more sinister than that? Well, there is a demon…

Roland Bialke

The film could use some editing to cut it down to an even 90 minutes, such as a gratuitous dance sequence near the beginning that does nothing to advance the storyline. However, I am happy to say that the ending has a really nice twist that I did not see coming.

The acting here is, well, pretty wooden, but for some reason, that’s part of the charm of the whole thing. Yeah, it is not scary in any way, but the story is fun and there are some really nice moments of humor, as well as some gore (my favorite moment was probably unplanned but is so effective, when some brain matter gets stuck to Zee’s hair). The body SFX are practical, and range from cheesy to good, yet the digital effects (lightening, fire, etc.), look obvious and weird. But in this film, it works, because this was never intended to be Shakespeare, or Spielberg. This is what it is: independent, low-budget filmmaking, which, for all its faults, still manages to tell a fun story around the mishigas.

IMDB listing HERE



Sunday, December 18, 2022

Review: Deadly Dealings

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Deadly Dealings
Directed by Adam Freeman
Pink Lightening Productions; Studio 605
71 minutes, 2022
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The term “Ouija” Board is nearly as common as “Amityville” in titles lately, with such releases as Ouija Death Trap (2014), Ouija Room (2019), and Ouija Shark (2020), which jumped the proverbial. For this film, the same medium is called a “Spirit Board.”

Roni Jonah

Husky voiced Mary Stephens (Roni Jonah) misses her two-year dead brother, long brunette wig-wearing Hank (Stephen McGill, the director’s fiancé). She is distressed about it all, and pines over his grave, with him popping up in horrific visions in her dreams. Thankfully, perhaps, her long blond-wig wearing roommate, Milo (director Freeman) is into things like Tarot and, yes, the Spirit Board.

Adam Freeman

Mary is also emotionally supported by her therapist, Dr. Heart (exotic dancer Jessa Flux, aka Jessa Daisy), who looks like her make-up was done by cotton candy, tries to reassure Mary and to accept reality, in a loving, Southern drawl way (this was filmed in Tennessee), and also by her mom, Helen (Helene Udy, famous for the likes of “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,” Pel the Firangi on “Deep Space Nine,” and 1981’s My Bloody Valentine) and dad, Wayne (Joseph Casterline).

When Mary and Milo finally get to use the spirit board that Milo keeps in his underwear drawer, there is a bit of warning and scoffing. Part of the previous exposition for their upcoming situation is a spirit board infomercial that Milo watches while Mary is out, telling of both the good and the bad about the boards, and how it can both connect one with a deceased loved one, or if used improperly, open a doorway to evil into our world. Gee, I wonder which one will happen to our dynamic duo.

Jessa Flux/Daisy

After using the board, ending abruptly, Mary – who has violent dreams about her brother nearly every night – envisions a demon, Aisling (Conor McCarthy), and the make-up is fabulous, done by Deryk Wehrley. That is when the film goes into a higher gear, as Mary has one foot in Goethe’s Faust (1876) and the other in the W.W. Jacobs short story “The Monkey’s Paw” (1902). It also touches a bit on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary (1983), as Mary’s wish is granted, but not exactly how she imagined it. It truly is a “be careful what you wish for” scenario.

While her parents seem oblivious to what Mary wished, Mary knows immediately that something is not kosher in zombieland. Not to mention murderous. And they’re coming to get you, Barba… I mean, Mary.

Conor McCarthy

There are some nice twists and turns, double crosses, and unexpected moments. Despite the unspoken and subtle LGBQT+ reverberations, there is also a nice and gratuitous nude bubble bath scene I certainly was not expecting. Most of the gore seems to be practical SFX, though there are some CGI splatters, which still look consistent.

The film is deliciously cheesy, much like the constant flow of pizza (Hawaiian…ugh; yes, I am a proud, Brooklynite pizza snob) that Milo keeps ordering throughout the film. Quick digression: both Hawaiian and California pizzas, which have pineapple (anathema!), are Canadian in origin. Okay, back to the story: it flows easily between the subtle and the over-the-top in a way that is effective, as I am sure that is what Freeman was going for in the zeitgeist of the film.

One of the ways the viewer can tell is by the bright color palate choices and art design. It is blazing with pastel colors in décor, dress, and make-up, giving the film a disarmingly light feel at first. Even Jonas’ hair color sometimes changes from scene to scene, though often occurring on the same day; it starts off pink, changes to Ann-Margret red, and then varies in-between via streaks. I thought it was smart to use these light colors, to contrast the evil within the storyline. And then there is the random glitter of the dead…

This release is Freeman’s directorial debut. There are some rough moments here and there, yet this remains totally enjoyable, colorful, and shows so much promise. His next film, which is due out next year, is a remake of Donald Farmer’s 1989 Scream Dream. I am looking forward to seeing it.

IMBD listing HERE



Thursday, November 10, 2022

Two Quirky Reviews: Bloodlines: The Cojones Virus; and Evil Head: Dead by Dong

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The Cojones Virus
Directed by Evan Jacobs
Anhedenia Films Unlimited
46 minutes; 2022
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Lately I have been reviewing some heavy, psychological and arty films. Well, now it is time to kick back and watch something completely ridiculous to cleanse the palate. And what better than swollen testicles with a mind of their own. Body parts with attitude is not new, with the likes of Teeth (2007), She Kills (2015), and Killer Rack (2017). 

We meet our bubba-esque protagonist, Chad (Mike Hartsfield) as he is on a road trip. He’s a salesman, and he is on the phone talking smack to his coworkers, and even his mom. Not the most likeable shlub in the world. He’s the redneck who wears a cap that reads “Ask me about my butthole.” That kinda guy.

Stopping at a rest stop, he is bitten by a bug that – er – gives him a bug: the titular Cojones Virus. At first he’s sick to his stomach (did they really need to show close-ups of his vomiting?), then watch him writhe (while driving) in pain as his testes engorge. But once they’re the size they are going to be (big enough to sling over his shoulder), he calms down and even has two-way conversations with them.

Through this all, Chad is shoving gum in his mouth, and smoking incessantly, sometimes three at a time (including occasionally one of three with filter out). And he talks to himself a lot (exposition for the viewer). In fact, though there are other voices, Chad is the only one we see on screen the entire time.

Yes, this film is quite ridiculous, but it is purposely so, although it would be just as effective it was under 30 minutes. Listening to him whine for most of the second half got a bit tiresome, though at the same time understandable: I would whine too if I was in his position.

While there are a couple of scenes at rest stops or on the side of the road as Chad pukes, nearly all of the film is from the passenger seat, focused on driver Chad (though there are also numerous shots of the sometimes-beautiful scenery of Arizona; could Chad represent the right wing that is ruining that state as a social commentary?).

Some of the director’s other films include the Death Toilet franchise (you heard me; I think there is five in the series), and a documentary about local 1990s hardcore music, Orange County Hardcore Scenester (2013).

I don’t really know how I feel about this film. I like the premise, and that it is goofy AF, but the length is a bit daunting. If you get a chance to see it, give it a try. You might find yourself on the ball.

IMDB listing HERE


 

 

Evil Head: Dead by Dong
Directed by Thomas Smith
Fighting Owl Films; Troma Entertainment
9 minutes; 2022

From the excellent work I have seen by director Thomas Smith, mostly it has been in the PG-rating arena, such as The Night Shift (2010) and Demon Squad (2019). As with the others, there is a strong comic element to the demonic story.

We meet the two leads and only two living characters, Carla (Erin Lilley) and Steve (Scott Alan Warner), as they are mid-hooking up from a blind date. Sneaking off to get some “inspiration” (i.e., an erection), he accidently spills some mojo juice from a bottle on a two-sided (of various sizes), dildo that Carla seems to have left on her bed. Somehow, this gets the dildo demonically possessed with a one-sided mind of its own.

The dildo attacks several holes and sprays green goo ejaculation, while Carla and Steve fight back as they can. Are these two destined for each other? Will the evil dildo win its bid for sexual domination? These are all explored in the story, which had me laughing.

Some of the images are dark blue in hue, but all of it is easy to see, and if you like soft-core adult content even with little nudity presented, this is a hoot.

IMDB listing HERE

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Sunday, October 30, 2022

Review: The Hostage

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The Hostage
Directed by Gino Alfonso
Ginome Films; Javelina 98 Productions
87 minutes, 2022

With the popularity of 8mm and occasionally 16mm if your parents had some cash, there was the inevitable rise of the “anyone can make a movie” genre. Interestingly, mostly this was horror and sci-fi. Then came the camcorder, and this mentality exploded with the amount of home-made filmmaking as the technology progressed. Now anyone with a camera has a decent one (even on cell phones), and the momentum continues.

A lot of viewers despair of this amateur level of filmmaking, but then there are those of us who encourage it. How else would we get films like Johnny Dickie’s Slaughter Tales (released 2012), or the films in the Henderson Brothers’ WinnersTape All (released 2016)? Occasionally, the director will manage to snare a name actor to help along with the project; in this case it is Robert LaSardo (I think this is the third film with him I have reviewed in the last month).

In the opening sequence, a guy with hair like the poster of Eraserhead (1977) summons the cloaked demon Arooka (LaSardo), bringing him into the world, though it does not end well for him, and now Arooka is free to cause some human damage.

This film is being called an “urban horror,” meaning that ,it takes place in the city (filmed in central Colorado, such as the films of Dakota Ray) rather than a cabin-in-a-remote-area motif which seems to dominate the field recently (possibly only second to zombies), that there will be people of color and others swearing non-stop, and probably there will be drugs involved. All are present here.

Amanda Rabinowitz, Sam Delossantos

We meet loser drug dealer wannabe and lead protagonist Jeremy (Sam Delossantos), a white guy who you know is cool because of his sleeveless white tee and the backwards baseball cap. Does not come across as well educated (the kinda guy who wears the backward cap and shields the sun with his hand). He and his pal Will (Arnold King), who is far advanced mentally to Jeremy despite his religious bent, try to buy some weed to sell, but…

Seeking revenge on the drug dealer, Ericson (Brian McGee), they hire a cousin-in-law, Derek (Rion Evans), to fix the sitch, but he is a bit unpredictable. All this is mixed up in “urban” language that often went over this milquetoast white bread reviewer who is more comfortable in the punk world than hip-hop. Meanwhile, except for the prologue, every scene so far 25 minutes in has been in a room, but mostly in cars, parked and dialogue-enriched.

Enter the two females of the story: there is Jeremy’s hyper-aggressive girlfriend, Katie (Amanda Rabinowitz) who stumbles onto some really bad planning by Jeremy and crew, and Ericson’s titular junkie girlfriend who is kidnapped by this group of knuckleheads as leverage for cash, Melissa (Sonja Cimone). The problem with this  – perhaps not the only one – is that she is possessed by Arooka. So, not only are they having to deal with a deadly drug king, but a titular demon host, predicting everyone’s short demise, of course. This includes Jeremy and Will’s stoner friend, Grady (Tamir Nemekhbayar), in whose house – well, garage – where the hostaging [sic] is taking place.

Most of the action is arguments between the main characters, even with a bunch of possessions, which helps crank it up a notch. Arooka is keeping busy taking people to his CGI world and bringing most of them back with a bit of alterations, which help move the story and the conflict along.

There are some other flaws I have found, particularly the sound quality, which is weak (so weak the auto-captioning does not always work and certainly mis-translates). The slang is also a hindrance. There is way more dialogue than there is violence, and certainly little blood other than in the prologue (or nudity).

Robert LaSardo

Okay, on the good side, this is the director’s full feature premiere, after a few shorts. The shorts brought him to the level of where the editing and framing are well done, the storyline has some glimmers, and there is the indication of what is possible as he keeps up the work, which I hope he does and gets even better over time. As I have said before, a lot of horror directors’ early films have been questionable in terms of writing and acting, such as Cronenberg’s Shivers/They Came From Within (1975) or the really early works of Peter Jackson. As the band Sparks sang, “You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin.”

There is quite a bit of imaginative chances, specifically in the second half and especially in the third act. I see this film as a stepping stone on the career path of the director, and I will enjoy watching his progress.

IMDB listing HERE



Thursday, October 20, 2022

Review: The Mare

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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



Saturday, August 20, 2022

Review: The Burned Over District

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The Burned Over District
Directed by James Coleman and Vincent Coleman
ColemanFilms; White Lion Studios
103 minutes, 2022
www.ColemanFilms.com
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Wikipedia states that “The term ‘burned-over district’ refers to the western and central regions of New York State in the early 19th century, where religious revivals and the formation of new religious movements of the Second Great Awakening took place, to such a great extent that spiritual fervor seemed to set the area on fire.” This movement, like the Temperance Societies, were mostly women, and these gatherings led to Suffragettes and the Women’s Rights movement. But this film, which takes place in the modern time, has a darker meaning, which I will not give too many spoilers.

John Harvey Sheedy

Right at the beginning, on a winter’s day, in a deep and dark Rochester, NY (well, around those parts, anyway), there has been a tragedy that sets up the story for the ironically named protagonist, Will Pleasance (John Harvey Sheedy). His mourning, early on in the film, brings harbingers of misplaced anger and guilt. He is supported by his sister, Katie (Amy Zubieta) and somewhat by his mom, Michelle (Connie Neer). Mom’s a piece of work: not only does she willfully steal Will’s wife, Natalie’s (Sarah Santizo) jewelry, but she comes in from a snowy walkway onto his white carpet without removing her shoes. Sacrilege!

While out shooting for game, Will runs into a place with hanging symbols from the trees (think of 1999’s The Blair Witch Project) and other signs of cultism, as described by a neighbor, Fred (Robert Lindquist). The question to me at this point, is whether Fred turns out to be a good guy or a bad one. Which brings an interesting concept and the film’s title. While the original meaning was a frightening level of Christian fervor (as they are wont to do), this flips it on the side and turns that zeal into something darker and mysterious.

I do not believe it is coincidence that at a specific moment, with his hair akimbo, Will resembles the classic paintings of the Jeebus figure, as he faces down the Demonic cult (why is it always mostly women as adoring followers and those abused, and a male as the sole head?), led by greasy-haired Daniel (Michael Cieslla).

Amy Zubieta

Gender politics-wise, this film is the exact opposite of what the original meaning of the Burned Over District was in history: then it was Jeebus leading to the fight for Women’s Rights, to this film which features Dark Gods and men leading women. This also reminds me a bit of Jug Face (2013), about an evil demanding sacrifices in a pit in the woods, though it supposedly lives in the sky. Part of its power is to make you see things that are not there, such as in Oculus (2013), especially in a particular scene.

Some parts of the film tend to be dark (in lighting as well as story), the cinematography by James Coleman is shadowy and promotes the feeling of forbiddances as secrets unfold, especially in the woods.

Michael Cieslla leads the cult

Despite the gender politics that I may self-admittedly be reading too much into, the cast is quite solid, although Zubieta is a particular stand-out. The SFX look really good, especially in the third act when everything ramps up to a fervor, though it never loses sight of where it is in the story. Most of the gore effects seem practical, but there are some decent CGI Dark God effects. Speaking of that, the Coleman Brothers did a pretty bang-up job on the story, with a three-step build-up that is compelling. I am a sucker for gods and cult stories, and there are both some familiar parts, and some imaginative ones, as well to keep the warm fuzzy motifs (the whole robed cult thing, the alters, the rituals, etc.), and the surprises to feed the mysterious (not gonna tell).

The film is broken into three very distinct (districts?) acts: the first is kind of a slow build as it introduces the main characters, despite (or because) of the tragedy involved. When the second act begins, it certainly picks up quite a bit, and by the revenge tour of the third act, it is wildly filled with action and gore. But the whole thing needs to be watched to get the flow of it, and I recommend that.

IMDB listing HERE

 



Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Reviews: 5 Various Ghost Titled Films: Alone in the Ghost House; Ghost Box; Ghost in the Graveyard; The Ghost of Goodnight Lane; Ghost Witch

Reviews: 5 Various Ghosts Titled Films

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

All of the films covered below have the word “Ghost” in the title, and all of these films are recent, since the millennium.

These films below are not ranked, but are listed alphabetically, all from TubiTV, so they are free to watch. Note that my snark is truly meant to be fun and rib-poking with a touch of stream of consciousness. I had just the right low-budget expectation for these films, so I was not blindsided by anticipating a theatrical extravaganza experience. After all, when it comes to the cheese level, there are times when ya want melted brie on toast, and at others, Cheez-Whiz on animal crackers. I enjoyed these films for precisely what they are. Links to the coming attractions for all of them are at the bottom of each review.

 

Alone in the Ghost House
Directed by Henrique Qouto
New Dynamic; Camp Motion Pictures
82 minutes, 2015
www.facebook.com/aloneintheghosthouse
Amazingly, I have not seen this before. I am a big fan of the director, Henrique Couto  and screenwriter, John Oak Dalton, as well as much of the regular troupe of Ohio-based actors who appear here. For the found footage story, husband and wife wannabe ghost hunters Lana (Joni Durian) and Derek (John Bradley Hembrick) are on a cross-country tour to film supposed hauntings, and one stop includes the Devil’s Commune, supposedly the most haunted house in the country, where all the artists who previously lived there were murdered. They arrive with their videographer Ford (Couto) who you hear more than see since he is behind the camera, outsider comic artist Sophie (Iabou Windmere) who is also an art historian that is familiar with the history of the Commune and its participants, and a psychic, Tabitha (Erin R. Ryan). They all plan to spend the night. Based on a barebones script, this was filmed in three days, in chronological order, and nearly all the dialogue was invented on the spot, giving it a feel of authenticity in its language. It also shows some improv skills. Because it’s based on “raw footage,” we get to see some humorous flubs such as false scares; however, this is probably a nod to all those ghost hunters shows and how they do what they do to reel in the audience, like a magician who shows his/her work. While technically I would not refer to this as a comedy, there are definitely some intentionally funny moments thrown in that are quite effective. There are also bloopers (real or not, I’m not sure) that are added (remember, raw footage). Like nearly every other ghost hunter show on reality television, not much happens as far as hauntings go, but there is still enough tension here to keep the viewer paying attention (with the exception of one conversation between Ford and Sophie that goes nowhere and could easily be excised). As far as the ending, man, I did not see that coming, and is actually the kingpin of the story, summing it up nicely by… well, I’m not telling. Honestly, I’m not a big fan of the whole found footage subgenre in general, but this is the third one by Couto I have seen (though it is not the only kind he makes, being he does multi-cross genres), and he has a way of making it interesting. Plus, there is a nice gratuitous shower scene.
Trailer is HERE 

 

Ghost Box
Directed by Michael Jarzabek
NXT Level Productions; MBUR Films
61 minutes, 2019
http://www.ghostboxmovie.com/
I am interested in this because it is, as of this writing, the only film listed for the director and its writer, Erik Papucci. Short and sweet, clocking in at one hour. And yet, it feels much longer. It takes nearly halfway before our protagonist, Eve (Alicia Frame) gets off her drunken ass to take any kind of action. At the onset, she ignores a phone call from her mom (Asta Razma), who dies in a car accident, presumably while trying to text her daughter. Eve, filled with guilt, ignores her job, and becomes a solid wino. Her friend and sculpted coworker, Brad (Randy Bernales), comes over to be a friend and enabler (i.e., he brings more wine). Her turning point comes when she orders the titular ghost box online. As this film focuses a lot on technology (such as a large use of cell phones and this object), it makes sense she would turn to an electronic medium to try to contact her mom. A ghost box is an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) that supposedly records the voice of the dead. This one is a weird modified AM/FM portable radio (hey, a friend of mine is convinced he heard a ghost say “yes” on his answering machine tape). But even before using it, in place of a Ouija Board I guess, there is a shadowy shawled figure that resembles the final ghost of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. following her which I assume is up to no good. It also looks like CGI. When she uses the device, and combines it with Ouija and Tarot, she gets more than she bargained for, as is par for this type of film (Ouija = undesired evil spirits). Soon, she’s in a battle with an invisible entity that opens doors, knocks things over, lights candles, and starts a (vinyl) record player (Parrot Label, which put out Tom Jones and Englebert Humperdinck, among others; why do I know that?). Will she be able to rid her abode of the cowled one, or will she join her mom? Yeah, I won’t say, but any action happens in the last 20 minutes. And why doesn’t she leave as things get all messy? No, she invites Brad over (man protector stereotype) and calmly humming while taking a shower. This is after all the destruction and seeing the shadowy figure on a…nannycam? The acting in this is passable, and the film is quite amateurish, but as I said, it’s short, so, as Dorothy said, “Things come and go so quickly, here.” It’s threadbare and some of the effects, like the transition shots between events (e.g., the moon crossing the sky) look a big cheesy, but nods considering the budget. There is promise here, so let’s keep that in mind. From the ending, without giving anything away, I’m not sure if this was meant to indicate there will be a sequel, or this was intended to be a series. As a side note, at one point, Eve wakes up at 3:33 AM, which reminds me of another, fun film 3:33 AM (2014). There is a shower scene, but no gratuitous nudity, nor blood or gore. Lastly, there is a really nice subtle plug for PAWS Chicago/ a no-kill animal shelter.
Trailer is HERE 

 

Ghost in the Graveyard
Directed by Charlie Comparetto
Cellar Door Films; JARS Productions; Dark Coast
92 minutes, 2019
http://ghostinthegraveyardmovie.com/
Taking place in Mt. Mariah (the name Mariah means “Bitter”), though filmed around Tarrytown, NY, and hour north of New York City, the prologue sets up the basic story of a group of pre-teen girls playing the titular game in a cemetery (sort of the equivalent of saying “Bloody Mary” in a mirror) at the same time a witch (nice cameo by Afrikaner and indie horror legend Maria Olsen) is nearby doing an incantation. Through an accident, one of the girls, Martha (Shiloh Verrica) becomes a murderous spirit that only one of them can see. But the main story starts 10 years later and Sally (Kelli Berglund) is back home with her family, including her dad (another big name, Jake Busey). She comes back to finish up her final year of Catholic high school and there, meets up with her best friend Reed (Joah Carmody) who has sexual tension between them, of course. And also, of course, he is dating Sally’s arch enemy and head of the local group of stereotypical mean girls, Zoe (Olivia Larsen), whose nearly every piece of dialogue has that bully tone of sarcasm in all situations. What the hell would Reed see in her, other than a sexual object? Yeah, she is beautiful: this is a world filled with unrealistically stunners who could be models, right out of television central casting; no ugly or chubby or skinny people of any gender need apply. For me, this is the first real false step. This seems to be playing to teen girls who are destined to face body dysmorphic disorder. For some reason, Sally wants to fit in with these cretinous creatures. This wanting to be part of the clique of snobs and evil people is right out of the Mean Girls (2004) playbook. Again, cliché. I’m a third through the film, and while there have been deaths, it feels a big dragging up to now. Also, despite the title, most of the sightings of Martha go well beyond the reaches of the cemetery in which she passed; she can show up anywhere, even during the obligatory gratuitous bathing scene (in this case, nudity included). There are other noteworthy actors such as Royce Johnson of numerous television superhero shows of late, and lots of cameos, including Nikki Blonsky, the lead of 2007’s Hairspray, Jason James Richter, who was the kid/lead in Free Willy (1993), and Joseph D’Onofrio from A Bronx Tale (1993), among other mafia-related flicks. But the ghost is only half the story as there is a conspiracy brewing which we are given tiny hints of, though I’m sure it will all come out in the end, as they do in genre films, and then there’s the pesky satanist underbelly. The story shows some of its cards pretty early on, though bit by bit, so the surprises are not as shocking as I believe is supposed to be expected. And, man, I’m still only half way through. There are some nice, subtle references to other films, such as a crossword puzzle whose answers include “Hellraiser” and “Boomstick”; that made me smile (film needs more of that). Needless to say, the action ramps up for the third act of good vs. evil, filled with double crosses in all directions, and flipping of perceptions of who is what, but along with that it becomes convoluted and a tad confusing. Also, the last act gets really preachy and heavy handed, like this was a Christian film, the kind that might star nut-job Kirk Cameron, rather than a nice story about witches and Christians (for example, 1973’s The Exorcist was about good vs. evil, and even though it dealt heavily with church dogma, it wasn’t preachy). They also make it abundantly clear that this is meant to kick off either a sequel or franchise. I would like to add that the cinematography by Przemyslaw Reut is stunning and occasionally breathtaking.
Trailer is HERE 

 

The Ghost of Goodnight Lane
Directed by Alin Bijan
Shoreline Entertainment; Inception Media Group; FTG Media; Media World Studios
96 minutes, 2014
https://www.facebook.com/GhostOfGoodnightLane/
One of the things that attracted me to watch this was the cross-genre cast, which includes Billy Zane, Danielle Harris, and Lacey Chabert. Seems to be this is par to the underrated Harris, who often does indie films, but a downward trend for Zane of Titanic (1997) and now doing the “McGruber” television show, and Chabert of “Party of Five” and Mean Girls (2005) who now seems to specialize in television-released Christmas-themed films. To be fair, they all have multitudes of credits, so they are doing okay, I guess. As for this film, I immediately have a question from the first five minutes: at a busy film Dallas production studio, there is a film editor who is a workaholic, so he’s there all the time. Why, suddenly, is he being “haunted” by the main and evil spirit? His death is pretty cool, with the digital effects reminding me of The Haunting (1999) remake. The studio proper, which used to be a house owned by a mysterious older woman, Thelma (Allyn Carrell), has been sold and is getting ready to be razed for a new building, and the angry ghost is not having any of it. Her backstory is given in pieces in flashbacks as she gets involved with the Charles Manson (David “Shark” Fralick) cult. Even with the normal stretch of credibility in this kind of film, the power of this ghost is enormous enough to question the film a bit. She can cause objects to move, appear on video both in image and sound, make people do things to themselves, possess bodies, and cause others to just disappear through I’m guessing is some kind of portal. And for the large cast (i.e., body count) of production crew and models, well, once they know there is something screwed up going on and see our ghostie on tape, they take an unrealistic sweet ass time getting out of the building; I would be in my car before the second hand reached one minute. The unclear question through a lot of this is whether the ghost is Thelma’s daughter Jeanie (Alisha Revel), or Jeanie’s daughter by Manson (i.e., the evil one), Carly (Sophia Arias), or both. The acting is typical fare for this kind of film (just a tad either over- or under-emoting). As the comic relief (ad libs?) owner of the production company, Zane is both the best and most natural actor here, but also feels like he’s phoning it in sometimes, like “I can’t believe I’m making films like this…I was in Titanic, dammit!” The fight between the aging-yet-attractive ingénues is amusing, though. The effects are mostly CGI, but looks decent and bloody. This is the kind of film that is a bit silly, and yet serves its purpose. Lots of jump scares, and generally I enjoyed it for what it was. And through it all, in the words of Snoopy, it was a dark and stormy night. Oh, and there is a gratuitous shower scene here, too.
Trailer is HERE 

 

Ghost Witch (aka The Legend of Seven Toe Maggie)
Directed by Joseph Lavender
Black Flight Studios; Wild Eye Releasing; Scene and Heard; Grindhouse Productions
97 minutes, 2015
www.facebook.com/7toemaggie/
Supposedly “based on actual events,” there is a double and incomplete (to be explained later in the film) prologue that takes place in rural Georgia (perhaps being off-kilter would explain what is going on in voting practices in the 14th District of that state). The beginning segment is to set up the main body of the film that includes a bikini and bully party to snag that T&A audience of teens. This introduces nerd Zeke (Chase Steven Anderson) and possible love interest Mattie (Mandi Christine Kerr, who was in “The Walking Dead” and has no idea how to hold a slice of pizza when eating it: vertical? My Brooklyn pizza snob sensibilities are screaming. What’s next, pineapple?). Both are into the paranormal and fortunately her dad is a real estate agent who owns the mysterious house where Seven Toe Maggie (three less, not two more on one foot) was murdered about 50 years before. Since Zeke is part of an amateur ghost hunting group of oddballs called the G.H.O.S.T. Paranormal Team, reminiscent of the troupe from Twister (1996), soon all of them start the second act together to check out the place. They include gear genius Cameron (director Lavender, who also starred in 2011’s Exit 101), Ellie (Jessie Bockenek), Ben (Josh Sinyard), and his cynical girlfriend Kylie (Christina Pykles). Subtle weird things start happening pretty quickly, like doors opening or slamming shut, and creaky sounds, even before both the older waitress and the groundskeeper, Jenkins (Pete Ganas), fills the stereotypical “Ah’d turn back if Ah wuz you” role. Amusingly, the story gives nearly everyone a chance towards the early part to go off by themselves (for aspirin, to take a gratuitous bath – sans nudity – in a really rusty tub, or out to the van, for example) which gives 7TM a chance to show her presence. And yet, even though they are supposed to be paranormal hunters, none of them seem to be cognizant of anything going on (I found this extremely amusing, though I don’t believe it was intended to be), even when one of them goes missing for hours. Other questionable things include when the cops (counting Travis Breedlove, who also played a sheriff in Exit 101) arrive, they don’t mention the possibility of one of them being assaulted, and the cops just come into the place without a warrant. The group also proves to be terrible liars (but why lie?). Maybe it is typical behavior of law enforcement in Georgia. Meanwhile, I’m about half way through and waiting for the third act when hopefully all hell breaks loose. Meanwhile… One personal peeve that drives me crazy, and this is hardly just this film, the women (in this case Matti and Kylie) keep saying they should go, and the guys (mostly Zeke and Ben) insist “we’ll figure this out” and refuse to leave. Men need to listen to smart women. Anyway, as I easily predicted (as any genre fan would), the third act is filled with action, most of the body count comes in here, and while there isn’t a whole bucket of blood, it still has a squeamish moment or two. Overall, it was a fun ride.
Trailer is HERE