Showing posts with label killer clowns. Show all posts
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Friday, September 30, 2022

Documentary Review: Pennywise: The Story of IT

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

Pennywise: The Story of IT
Directed by John Campopiano and Chris Griffiths
Dead Mouse Productions; Fuzz on the Lens Productions; Kaleidoscope Entertainment; Cult Screenings UK LTD
126 minutes, 2022
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If you have ever been on any of the main horror groups on Facebook, you will know there is practically a rivalry between the fans of the original 1990 version of IT and the 2017 remake, with Tim Curry and Bill SkarsgÄrd playing the role of Pennywise the intergalactic killer clown, respectively.

Well, there is no need to fight here, as this two-hour documentary focuses only on the original, 1990 two-part mini-series. Personally, I read the book, which pissed me off at the time (two many digressions, which is why I like King’s short story collections best) and saw the series on television when it originally aired. Again, I was unsatisfied with the ending: it seemed anti-climactic.

With an extremely large cast of the film’s writers (including Stephen King in both new and archival footage), directors, actors, etc., the film is wisely broken down into chapters to envelope the many sides of the production. Even the first one, about the of taking the book to screenplay to airing sounds like it should be cut and dry, but they manage to keep it incredibly interesting.

The second chapter discusses the cultural effects of the killer clown psychology that permeated the very fabric of not only the arts, but life itself. Brought up are how clowns can be scary, and how King made that more so, leading to the likes of clowns cropping up on sideroads to scare drivers, increasing the fame of serial killer John Wayne Gacy, films of real clown from circuses, and even Sid Haig’s (d. 2019) Captain Spaulding from House of 1000 Corpses (2003). This is, of course, followed by how they filled the role with Tim Curry.

Each chapter is like a deep footprint, filled with information, leading the way to and through the production. Both directors of this release have a history with horror documentaries, be it for Fright Night (1985) or Pet Sematary (1989), so they know how to build the story around and about the story.

The chapters are also inconsistent in length, which is a good thing. Rather than trying to push it to be longer or shorter, they let the narrative dictate timing. For example, the bit about filming in Vancouver is short and sweet, showing pictures of buildings then and now. For another one about casting the Losers Club, both kids and adults – and their similar features and working out their mannerisms – is quite long (and rightfully so); there is a nice mixture of archival and present interviews with the cast, especially since so many of them (the adults anyway) were so well known in the television world. Obviously, not all could be present as they have passed on, such as John Ritter (d. 2003), Harry Anderson (d. 2018), and Jonathan Brandis (d. 2003 at age 27). It was nice to see the likes of Richard Thomas, “Mod Squad’s” Michael Cole, “WKRP in Cincinnati’s” Tim Reid and Richard Masur (whose voice I will always hear in my head saying, “I don’t know, but it’s weird and pissed off” from 1982’s classic The Thing), but sorely missed Annette O’Toole, who does not appear in interview from the present (perhaps she was performing with her lucky hubby and songwriting partner, Michael McKean).

While there are a few other chapters, the last two are pretty obvious. The first is about the ending of the film, and apparently many of the crew felt as ambivalent as I did, which honestly surprised me. As Tommy Lee Wallace, director of the mini-series, states, “We had champagne ideas and a beer budget.” However, and smartly so, they hold no punches and give great detail about the final creature, whose face always reminded me of the end of The Fly (1986).

The last is the legacy of the mini-series, which I believe was short shrifted here. It had an enormous impact on so many, right into the modern day, setting off fierce machinations between the fans of the original and the remake (which is totally unmentioned here, even in the Legacy chapter, which surprised me; probably could not get the rights). It is important to remember that the SFX technicalities between the time differences is key. For me, both were equal, but the first was limited in what they could show because it was pre-cable being everywhere broadcast television, and the other was in the more accepting cinemas.

The editing in the documentary is worth noting because it is put together so well, there is no need for an overall narrator, the cast tells the story in a cohesive, nearly narrative way. The is a nice mix of archival backstage images that are both still frames and filmed (my favorite shot is of Tim Curry hanging on a light post, with a camera and microphone just inches from his face, and yet keeping his composure), and modern footage of the cast being “talking head” interviewed. Comparing the way the kids look now (they still seem so young to me, though they are now about the same age as I was when the film was originally aired), especially Emily Perkins who portrayed the young Bev (and would later play another iconic role as Bridgette in 2000’s Ginger Snaps).

For a documentary that is over two hours in length, I must say that it kept my attention all the way through, and that is saying a lot of positivity about the film. Whichever version of IT strikes your fancy, this will be worth the watch.

IMDB listing HERE

Friday, March 20, 2020

Review: Grim Woods


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


Grim Woods (aka The Book of Nightmares)
Directed by Ryan Byrne, Danial O’Brien
Ace Studios / Silver Spring Pictures / Cyfuno Ventures / Wild Eye Productions
85 minutes, 2017 / 2019
https://www.wildeyerelesing.com/

It seems like I have come across quite a few anthologies lately. Luckily, I love horror shorts, so bring it on! Amusingly, the credits play around with images for films like Human Centipede and IT. They know their audience.

Rather than being hobbled together, this film is three dedicated shorts, created just for this release. The wraparound has to do with campfire tales from a tome found tied up in Northern Ontario (where this was filmed) at Camp Elmwood by four camp counselors made of two couples who are totally devoid of personalities other than that Jody (Sarah McBain) is a smoker, nerdy Frank (Ryan Hatchy) stutters, leader and hipster Michael (Steven Skeggs) has a ponytail/potential man-bun, and Natalie (Shaylan Spurway) is horny. In this “Book of Nightmares,” as one of them calls it, is the stories that are read aloud, which of course make up the three tales of which we are presented.

The first is called “The Clown,” which follows a tired premise, but takes it in a different direction that I did not see coming. In a rural setting, Riley is babysitting two brats, one of which has a full sized creepy clown doll in the closet named “Freakshow.” It really is disturbing looking, and I’m not scared of clowns. It’s no surprise that Freakshow comes to life with knife in hand to do some mayhem and general slashing about.

Just when you think it’s merely another killer klown from terrifier regions of ITsville, it takes a sharp turn (I wrongly guessed the conclusion) that gives it a breath of originality with which I was truly impressed. In an age when the genre is neck deep in clowns (and zombies, as I’ve said before), it’s nice to see a slight twist of the knife.

We return to the wraparound campfire between tales, but turn back for number two, “The Gypsy’s Curse.” At a traveling fair, a gal with very white teeth and her douchey beau go to see the old gypsy fortune teller, who does not give a reading like the young woman is expecting about her future. As an aside, once in my life I dated the assistant to one of these psychics, and they will say just about anything to scare you to buying more “magic” because, well, that is the way these things work. “Oh, there is a curse on you; give me money and I will give you a potion to help.” Like modern computer SPAM, there is either a phishing threat or a promise of reward to have you bring out the wallet.

The why and how is left open. It’s more the why of the last scene, which again is supposed to be a surprise but is easy to see coming, yet the reasoning for this conclusion is unexplained and is annoying for that reason.

There are some interesting touches here and there, such as the red and green-focused lighting, and the editing is decent, but there are too many things left unanswered, such as school mates’ reactions, and just not going to the doctor right off the bat. I don’t want to give away too much, because this story didn’t say enough.

“Siren’s Call,” the final full tale, is loosely based on the Greek mythology (sans Odysseus), this time taking place in a Scandinavian forest (I missed if it was Norway or The Netherlands), with three (figuratively) ugly American backpackers – two male, one female – traveling the area on their way to Amsterdam after a rough college term. They don’t seem to get along very well, and are kind of obnoxious to the locals. They decide to get some excitement by walking through the forest in the middle of the night (saywhat?; there are wild boar in them-thar woods that will literally eat you alive after sundown). But they meet something so much worse (no, I won’t say).

While kind of obvious what is going to happen and by whom, it’s still a fun story though not necessarily scary or brilliant, despite the twist at the conclusion. Speaking of which, the wraparound story comes to a nice sum-up that was actually quite satisfying to me.

Let me be clear that the acting in this is generally terrible, though the players are quite attractive. This film is filled with many novice performers with this being their first IMDB listing. That’s easy to tell. The first story is clearly the best of the three, with the wraparound having a better ending than the build-up. But this is pretty much a first feature for the two directors, so hopefully this will be a positive learning experience for their next shoot.

Not fer nuthin’, the images are shockingly sharp and look great, with decent lighting throughout, which is a bonus. There are also some lovely drone shoots scattered throughout. The tales could have a bit more bite, with some stand-out dialogue to support the stories, which is missing. “The Clown” proves that there is potential here, and I’m holding the directors to that.


Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Review: Clownado

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2019
Images from the Internet

Clownado
Written, directed and edited by Todd Sheets
Extreme Entertainment / FilmCore / Mem Ferda
100 minutes, 2019
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A mash-up – given the right manic proportions – can be a fun ride. For example, the original Sharknado (2013) is a mash-up of disaster films like Twister (1996) and Jaws (1975). Well, now classic b-film director (truly meant in the most admirable way ) Todd Sheets has smashed-up the mash-up by combining Sharknado with the recent clown mania that has culminated in the remake of IT (2018; as of this writing, IT Part II has not been released yet).


John O'Hara (top), Bobby Westrick, Sierra Stodden,
Dilynn \"Fawn Harvey, Antwoine Steele
There are actually many film tropes used throughout Clownado that the aficionado of the genre are able to easily check off, but here is the thing: Sheets takes those – okay, let’s use the term clichĂ©s – and turns them on their heads by de-clichĂ©-ing them and making them his own. Here is an example of what I mean: usually, when you get a group thrown together it’s usually overaged teenagers, such as the jock, the virgin, the whore, and the shy guy. Here, Sheets gives us the trucker, Hunter Fidelis (Bobby Westrick), the innocent Rachel (Sierra Stodden), the stripper with a good heart Bambi (Dilynn Fawn Harvey, a Sheets regular), and an African-American Elvis Impersonator (Antwoine Steele, also part of Sheets’ ensemble), roaming through Dixie Country. Why are they together and on the run? Well, that’s where the plot takes us.
 
Savanna (Rachel Lagen) is trying to rob and escape the evil clutches of her abusive husband, Big Ronnie (John O’Hara), who owns a run-down traveling circus. Of course this idea goes bad (as the bon mot states, “Make a plan, God laughs”), and she knows he is going to kill her. What else to do? Get the gypsy woman, Autumn Moonspell (infamous amputee ex-porn star Jeanne Silver) to place a curse. Through this action, Ronnie and his clown henchmen become demonized, able to use tornados to travel after her and our quadrant of heroes, who are eventually joined by tornado hunters Chris (Jeremy Todd) and Molly (Millie Milan, both also frequent Sheets flyers).


Rachel Lagen
Taking place all in one night, the story is one continuous chase and capture, filled with lots of blood and gore and a very nice body count when all is added up. Not only is the viscera not shied away from (i.e., off-camera), but it’s usually shown in close-up. Note that the kills are mostly SFX by Buckets of Blood Productions, which are not ”clinical” but are still rather quite juicy and filled with internal organs. Of course, with the inclusion of tornados and some of the splatter, there is a bit of digi-work added as well.
 
The acting is way over the top, as it should be in this kind of spectacle, but it should especially be noted about the performance of O’Hara, who plays Big Ronnie as a cross somewhere between James Cagney in White Heat (1949) and a shrill Margaret Hamilton in “I’ll get you my pretty!” mode, with lots (and lots) of teeth gnashing. He steals just about every scene he’s in.

The big cameo is from Scream Queen extraordinaire, Linnea Quigley, who plays the really nasty owner of the strip club that employs Bambi. In a geekizoid homage fashion, she is Spider, the same character from Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-a-Rama (1988).

One of the things I really like about Sheets’ films is that he is not limited by a particular body type. Not everyone is a model who is size 0, or plastic surgery’d to the point where chests are practically immobile from overpacking. There is also lots of upper female nudity and cleavage to keep some viewers happy. As for the men, there are no Zac Efron wannabes who look like they fell out of a boy band catalog. Rather, Sheets’ cast is filled with people who look like those you might actually meet on line at the bank, eating at the table next to yours, or fighting a gaggle of giggling killer clowns from cyclone space.

This is actually a beautifully shot film overall, and Sheets gets some great angles and frame-work (especially when he combines the two), and the story never drags. There are some questionable actions taken by the characters to add time to the story, but these nasty clowns are entertaining as hell, and the fodder characters are fun as well and keep the viewer interested. When any main character is killed here, you may find yourself saying, “Oh, maaaaaan!” That’s a sign of viewer commitment, which is a positive squarely on the shoulders of the writer/director.

Right now, Clownado is playing on the Film Fest circuit; if you get the chance to check it out there, go for it. Distribution on a power label is bound to follow, and you could add this to your Todd Sheets collection. I will add it to mine.