Showing posts with label surreal cinema. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Review: Lake Michigan Monster

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2021
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Lake Michigan Monster
Directed by Ryland Brickson Cole Tews
Arrow Video; MVD Entertainment
78 minutes, 2020
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Let me start off by saying that I am straight-edge, and have been longer than the age of many people who are reading this. My history with drugs is I smoked pot about a dozen times in my teen years, and tried coke once when I was 22. Never really a drinker, I probably had the equivalent of a six-pack or two a year. I don’t really like the taste or feel of alcohol, so I gave them up, too. The reason I bring this up is because this film is a trip-and-a-half.

Beulah Peters, Ryland Tews, Daniel Long, Erick West

Almost like a Terry Gilliam fever dream, we are introduced to Capt. Seafield (director Ryland Brickson Cole Tews) who explains that his dear ole dad was killed by the titular creature, and gathers a crew together to find and kill it. There is snarky weapons expert Sean Shaughnessy (Erick West, Ryland’s friend), Sonar “individual” Nedge Pepsi (Beulah Peters, Ryland’s girlfriend), and former Naval Officer Dick Flynn (Daniel Long, Ryland’s childhood friend), or as Seafield calls them, “The Team of the Century.”

There is more to the cast, but many of them are actually related to the director, such as his father playing his pirate-clad brother Ashcroft (Wayne Tews, who wrote and sang the theme song, and also created a lot of the cool props), and his 87-year-old grandmother playing his wife, Martha (Lucille Tews). The cool-yet-chincey-in-a-good-way looking sea hag monster is played by the director, Ryland, that looks a bit like the titular The She-Creature (1956).

Of course, things don’t go as planned, as if there were a real plan, though that not-real plan gets played out more than once, leading to a mutiny of sorts. I will not give away much of the story, such as it is, and will instead revel in its insanity. Through what looks like it may be Paper Mache masks, scenery and monsters, along with the graphics, Tews’ vision is brought to life, in its own twisted world within our world.

There are some amazing set pieces, mostly either on or under the water, in Milwaukee (beer plays a key role in this, as should be, as beer could be what made Milwaukee famous), the North Point Light Station (lighthouse), or on the Lake X-press ferry. The whole third act’s setting is ridiculous at best, which is part of what makes its charm.

The film is shot in contrasty and grainy black and white with “film scratches” added in to “age” it. Even so, there is a lot of animation work going on; when it was filmed it was with a green screen to add texture and said computer graphics.

There are three ways to watch this film. The first is get shitfaced and to just mock it like you’re on “Mystery Science Theater 3000”; have a blast! The second is to see it straight, pay attention to the humor and catch the lines the stoners are bound to miss, and feel righteously smug (my category). Third is to just think it’s a stupid mess and turn it off after five minutes as you would with the likes of Monty Python and complain that “SNL” hasn’t been funny since John Belushi left.

Perhaps this is the evil plan for the first feature film for the four-named director to take over the world, by using a cast whose first acting credit is as a member of the Team of the Century. Sort of a human version of Python’s “Confuse a Cat” sketch. For me, I found it quite amusing, knowing I would be watching it again to dig for the jokes I missed, and I’m guessing there are a few. There are some influences here and there, some discussed during a commentary, such as Guy Maddin, and there is a bit of the good Capt. playing checkers with a ghost a la Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal (1957).

The Blu-ray is heavily loaded with bonus materials, as is wont with Arrow Video. It starts with three commentaries: two with the cast and crew (same group, but one while sober, the other drunk) featuring writer/director/actor Ryland Tews and actors Daniel Long, Beulah Peters, Erick West and editor Mike Cheslik. For the sober one, the group is self-depreciating while being informative and quite fun with each other; it is easy to tell they got along quite well, even as they sling insults around. There is a bit of talking over each other, but mostly it works and worth a listen. The “drunk” one is recorded the same day, so there is not much more info, and yes, they are drunk, but not sloppily so. Surprisingly, it remains somewhat amusing thanks to their camaraderie. Honestly (and I will always be honest with all youse), I was planning on seeing about half of it, but ended up watching it all the way through.

Another features Australian critics Alexandra Heller-Nicholas (an academic who specializes in genre gender politics and has published numerous books on the topics) and Emma Westwood (writer and film historian). What is nice about this is that rather than the dry kind of academic analysis, which is common on these things, is that these knowledgeable women approach dissecting the film more like a knock-hockey table in that they carom (as Ed Norton might say) back and forth between using film theory and a sense of joyous goofiness and self-reflection that is appropriate to this specific film.

Others include an “Effects Breakdown” (10 min) comparison of the film’s third act. Using four images, they show how the green screen is used to composite the scene, and the storyboard it is based upon. Really fun, including storyboards and pre-composited footage. Then we get a humorous (of course) music video by the Seafield Monster Sextet (led by Wayne Tews) of the Captain Seafield theme song, “Dear Old Captain Seafield” (5 min). It’s almost a karaoke version, as it’s mostly made of the lyrics, which is a blast.

There are three sets of interviews at film festivals: “Interview in a Cabin” (9 min) with Ryland Tews and Daniel Long at the Fantasia International Film Festival (Montreal) on Fantasia The Talkshow and the after-screening talk, “Interview in a Bar” featuring the cast and crew at the Beloit International Film Festival (Wisconsin) on Fest Track for SIRKtv (13 min), and the audio-only “Interview by a Fire” (24 min) with Mike Cheslik on Mark Borchardt’s Cinema Fireside radio show from Milwaukee, though Mike is in California at the time. All three are interesting and worth the listen.

The first season of “L.I.P.S” (22 min) and pilot episode “Ozanzigwan: Agent of L.I.P.S.” (7 min) from 2016, is Ryland Tews and director Mike Cheslik’s hybrid animation and live action sci-fi comedy web series. Tews plays Ozanzigwan, a not-too-smart but hyper-vain process server who gives out subpoenas, trying to break the record. It is some live action people over crude, SpongeBob kind of art if it was simpler and Cubist. It tries a bit too hard, but you can see the genesis to The Lake Michigan Monster mindset. With the pilot, Ozanzigwan and his partner are more stoic, seemly based more on the “Dragnet” series.

Along with the theatrical trailer and a behind the scenes photos, there’s a short on “5 Tips for Independent Filmmaking” by Tews, as the Capt. (3 min). While it’s done facetiously, there are useful kernels of truth in it. Also, a very brief and funny bit on a “Manufacturer’s Guarantee” (1 min) that there is a monster in the film… or is there?


On the physical side there is a reversible sleeve featuring original artwork by Jade Watring and newly commissioned artwork by Colin Murdoch, and if you manage to get the first pressing, there is an Illustrated collector’s booklet featuring a new article on the film by writer – he has multiple books on genre films – broadcaster and journalist Barry Forshaw.

It took me three happy days to watch the film and all the extras. This would be a great double bill with spiritually out there by-the-beautiful-sea cousin Subferatu (2020; reviewed HERE), which would make a great double bill some rainy night in Georgia, or Wisconsin, or anywhere else. 

 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Review: Bloodsucker’s Handbook

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2017
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Bloodsucker’s Handbook [aka Enchiridion]
Written, shot, directed and edited by Mark Beal
Trenchfoot Productions / Wild Eye Releasing / MVD Visual
81 minutes, 2012 / 2017

Just to get it outta da way, an Enchiridion (the original name of the film) is the Latin term for a primer, or handbook. Personally, changing the title to its present name was a wise choice. “Bloodsucker” is bound to come up in a genre keyword search more than that. Hell, I have a Master’s and had to look it up.
                                     
Cory W. Ahre
The story, which takes place at the end of the 1960s, is essentially broken up into two segments. At the first, it’s almost like a joke: “A guy walks into a bar…” Here we are introduced to the main protagonist, a campus minister (priest) named Father Gregory (Cory W. Ahre, who looks a lot like Kyle Mooney from “Saturday Night Live”). He’s a bit slovenly, wearing an oversized gray suit jacket over his collar and black shirt, and his hair is shoulder length and a bit scraggly. He also smokes and drinks, so you know he’s going to be conflicted about whatever is coming his way; after all, this is a genre film. Did you see The Exorcist? But I digress…

A mysterious Federal government agent enlists him to talk to a prisoner, the titular bloodsucker named simply Condu (Jeremy Herrera) – perhaps meaning “conduction,” for the passing along of an evil current? He has apparently been writing the “handbook” of the history of vampires in Latin (why not Romanian?), starting of course with good ol’ Vlad the Impaler (aka Vlad Dracul). There is a question of whether or not Condu actual is Vlad. Gregory is also asked to translate the book.

As a sorta sidebar, Vampire teeth seem to fall into two categories: there are the classic large incisors a la Dracula, and then the Nosferatu-ish extended and sharp two front teeth. This film plays with both. While Condu’s lean towards the Nosferatu (though all uppers seem to be big and sharp), other children of the night have the more Dracula-like choppers. Mixing it up seems like a smart way to handle that.

As for the other vampire tropes, well the story wants to keep with the legend, but bends the rules just a bit. For example, crosses, sunlight, holy water, dirt from graves, and blood-drinking of course, all are employed. However, what they leave off is that vampires are shape-shifters, and can turn into animals such as wolves or bats, or even mist. Of course, that would not work with this story as Condu is chained up in some dark room, so that’s conveniently (and rightfully) left out.

Gregory and Condu seem to hit it off, as we see them in cat-and-mouse dialogues that actually are quite interesting and decently written. While the acting is questionable at times (more on that later), the story manages to hold the film together, along with the other… stuff.

Jeremy Hererra
This interaction leads to the second half of the film where Condu is out has escaped, and the hunter-hunted takes the storyline beyond the verbal into the physical, as Condu tries to get his book back and Gregory searches for the mysterious Edie (Jessica Bell). She is seemingly an ex-girlfriend, though the Father seems to have conflicting issues between religion and lust.

As polar opposite stories like to point out, well as conflict we also see that both Gregory and Condu have some similar issues, mainly with drinking, as one sucks at hard alcohol, the other the sticky red liquid of life. Both have a strong desire towards their fluids, but they also have a kind of detachment to it, as well – even though Condu is probably more self-honest about the need.

What I meant earlier by stuff is the framework of the film. Mark Beal makes some interesting artistic choices that take it to another level. For example, the second half is almost a noir mystery, with a wild jazz score and a private eye named Valentine. And here is only part of why I said stuff: Valentine is a stop-motion dog puppet (literally) in a jacket. He is a “loyal” – err – puppet (figuratively) of the Gregory side. On the Condu end, there is a stop-motion puppet baboon (both nicely created by Richard Svennson).

Animals play a big part in the film. For example, many of the bars that are visited either are named for them (especially birds), but also have them inside the establishments, such as a flamingo. Then there is the whole subplot about toad licking (which we get to witness), reminding me of a Mason Williams poem. This is all part of a surrealism that crops up regularly.

Now, most of the time surrealism is used, it is so symbolic that its meaning can get lost. For this film, well, sure you could ask why a dog or baboon, but generally speaking the surrealism doesn’t get so far out there that it become opaque, for which I’m grateful. Other examples include using stop-motion dolls to play out Vlad’s history, or the use of angles and jump cuts to make it just a bit jarring at times. The use of lighting is really interesting and stands out in a good way. Yes, it’s a bit distracting, but it also raises the film to a higher plane. It’s this feature, as well as the story, that rises above the acting issues I was discussing earlier. But even that over-the-top-ness seems to work for this because of the sporadic surreal nature. That being said, even with all the issues, Ahre comes across as likeable, and Herrera makes a compelling foil, nicely working with the large teeth rather than tripping over them (impressive for a first film, I might add).

Extras include about 8 minutes of some meh bloopers and a feature-length commentary track. Normally I would whine if there are many speakers on a single one, and here there are the director, four key players and a crew member. But everyone seems to be respectful of others so there is no taking over and showboating, and even better is that not only are there interesting anecdotes about the filming, we get to hear what the actors thought was happening. Better still, we get to hear the director/writer discuss his own ideas. In a film like this, that can be crucial in helping to fill in story blanks (I had a couple that were satisfied).

Filmed in Bryan-College Station, Texas (about 90 miles north of Houston), we see both the sunny and darker sides (alleys, etc.) of the area, representing both Gregory and Condu, relatively speaking. While this is an obviously micro-budget film, and it certainly has its issues, I do have to say it kept my interest throughout. A pleasant surprise, I really enjoyed it quite a bit, especially the interplay between its two lead characters. Worth checking out on a rainy weekend.