Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Reviews: 6 Various Horror Musicals, Part 2

Reviews: 6 Various Horror Musicals, Part 2

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

Growing up, I was as much a fan of musicals as I was of horror films. To some extent, I still am. First a guideline on the reviews here. These are films where the music is narrative, not just a band playing or music playing over the soundtrack. What we have here is horror films where characters break into songs that further the story, or reflect on it in an unnatural way. It should come as no surprise that most horror musicals are also comedies.

Some of these films I have reviewed previously in a more extensive form, and I have hyperlinked to the full review in these instances.

These films below are not ranked, but are listed alphabetically, all from TubiTV, unless indicated. Note that my snark is truly meant to be fun and rib-poking with a touch of stream of consciousness for the shorter reviews. 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.

 

My Fair Zombie
Directed by Brett Kelly
85 minutes, 2013
Yes, this film is based on the musical movie My Fair Lady (1964), which was based on the Broadway play My Fair Lady (1956), which was based on the George Bernard Shaw play, Pygmalion (1913), a hundred years before this film. It took a century to zombify the story. And yet, this predates Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016). The story is extremely similar to the core material, especially the 1964 classic, right down to the costuming, but adds the supernatural element quite well. But note that all the songs here are original (by Stephen John Tippet). There is quite a bit of a twist right at the beginning that made me smile. After that, it became kind of silly, but that is not meant as an insult. An example is Prof. Higgins saying, “The rain in Spain stay mainly in the…” to which Eliza replies, “Brains” (that is also used as the film’s tagline). The fact that Liza goes from mindless zombie to erudite zombie so quickly is a bit ridiculous, but it did remind me of the Bub character from Day of the Dead (1985). Some of the songs are catchy, and many are placed where they were in the original spots in the play/film. It is a bit inane, but still it was enjoyable. A simple comedy with a nice and sometimes biting (no pun intended) sense of humor. The director may be known for making films about supernatural sharks (sometimes under another nom d’cinema), but he did well here.
Trailer is HERE

 

Phantom of the Paradise
Directed by Brian DePalma
91 minutes, 1974
This is one of my favorite soundtracks to a musical horror film. The songs were written by Paul Williams, who plays musical power mogul Swan (an agent of El Diablo) that is out to find a perfect theatrical piece to showcase at his playhouse, the Paradise (not to be confused with the club in Boston). Williams has an unusual voice that I have heard many times as he has written numerous Top-10 hits for others (such as The Carpenters, Helen Reddy, Three Dog Night), but it works here, especially with “For the Hell of It” and “Faust”). Swan tricks and entraps a composer, Winslow, by using singer Phoenix (the underrated Jessica Harper) as his bait. Basically, this is the story of Goethe’s Faust (1808) – not to be confused by Tim Vigil’s excellent comic series by the same name – updating it to a more-modern music scene. The tunes range from doo-wop to surf, from rock to glam, with a bit of prescience to Goth. Entertaining from beginning to end, and supported by the music, it is so much fun to watch. I saw it at a revival theater in the late 1970s and fell in love with it. Watch it on Movieland.Tv, Prime Video, Redbox, Apple TV or Vudu on your Roku device
Trailer is HERE

 

Repo! The Genetic Opera
Directed by Darren Lynn Bousman
96 minutes, 2008
This Canadian production was directed by the same person who did the two Devil’s Carnival films, but predates them. This has nothing to do with cars, hardcore music, nor flying saucers (Repo Man, 1984). For this twisted musical, people are replacing their organs on installment plans, and if they cannot pay it back, the repo is those same organs. They are also producing a drug to ease the pain of the operation that is highly addictive called Zydrate, making money from two spearheads. Unsurprisingly in a free market, one huge conglomerate rises to the top of the organ and drug biz, run by evil Rotti Largo (aka, largely rotting, played by Paul Sorvino). He has stage 4 cancer, and has three adult children (a bully son, an idiot son, and a conniving daughter…gee, why does this sound so familiar…). His chief enforcer/repo man is Nathan (Anthony Head, who played Rupert Gilles on “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”), but there is also competition for the drug by Graverobber (Terrance Zdunich, who co-wrote the story and the music, and also played Satan in the two The Devil’s Carnival releases), who gets it from the bodies of the dead. The main character of the film is Shilo (Spy Kids’ Alexa PenaVega), the daughter of Nathan, who has a potentially fatal blood disease. However, can dying Rotti save her. The film is surprisingly gruesome in its visuals with lots of gore and body horror. If you look closely, you can see the poster for this film on walls occasionally. There is an extremely large cast and also a lot of well knowns playing roles, such as Sarah Brightman, Bill Moseley, Ogre (from the industrial band Skinny Puppy), Joan Jett, and, for some reason, Paris Hilton as Ivank…I mean Amber. Using animation and comic book forms for back-stories is a nice idea and works well within the story. And like most operas, this is a bit of a tragedy, even with some humorous moments. As for the music, some of it is nicely catchy, and I was impressed by the way the beginning of the third act begins with a Stephen Sondheim-esque overlapping multi-scene song. And as with The Devil’s Carnival, which is kind of hinted at with scenes involving Graverobber, the lighting, cinematography, and pure feel of the film is a style unto its own.
Trailer is HERE

 

Sacrificial Youth
Directed by Joe Losurdo
85 minutes, 2013
From the director of the documentary You Weren’t There: A History of Chicago Punk 1977 to 1984 (2007). So who else to direct a film about a punk band. The lead singer is high school student TJ (Robert P. Bakker, an okay singer but not a great actor). His hardcore band, the titular Sacrificial Youth, is set to play at a rock club, and he’s not happy about it, opening for a poseur group named Hellbound Boy (possibly a play on the name Fallout Boy?). TJ is feeling like no one understands him, and his room is full of cool posters and flyers, such as JFA, but I enjoyed the inside joke of him smashing a mirror with his fist next to a poster for Black Flag. I hope his hand wasn’t – er – damaged, and he can rise above. I had to keep pausing to read tee-shirts and flyers taped to the walls. Some good bands are listed from national acts, from the Minutemen to fIREHOSE, to Jerry’s Kids. This film has a high level of religiosity. Sure, TJ and his family are Jewish, but he’s developing stigmata on his bands over the strait-edge “X” he drew with an orange marker. Also, the name of Jesus is plastered across the screen often. In fact, there is a lot of New Testament imagery here, with TJ as the savior, overturning merch tables, turned wine into water (yeah, I know, but remember, he’s strait-edge), and being tempted by evil (the corporate head, known as The Leader, of an energy drink called Blüüd). Then there is the “Herod” character, a product promoting who says, “It’s punk for profit”; he calls TJ the “King of the Scene” and, amusingly, “Superstar” (subtle as a flying mallet). My favorite, though, is TJ singing “I am not a sacrifice” while wearing a tee with the image of a lamb. What I also find interesting is that this follows so many local scenes: it starts off with a small group, then some of the bands start to “make it” and it becomes popular. Then the scene starts to stagnate due to larger crowds and popularity, which strangles and then kills it. For example, after seeing the Ramones for years starting in June 1975, I remember the first time I saw Johnny and DeeDee coordinate moving to and fro on the stage, and I thought, oh, no, they’re getting “professional” now and they are going to change. And they did, although I liked them till the end, but they were never the same. The acting, generally, is not great, though Kate Lane (aka performance artist/musician Keight Leighn) as love interest Maggie comes off pretty well. Anyway, the story is written okay, if a bit heavy-handed in religiosity, and the libretto songs are not bad. The best tunes are those sung on stage by the title band.
Trailer is HERE

 

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Directed by Tim Burton
116 minutes, 2007
I saw the original Broadway version, front row center of the balcony to take everything in. I was a fan of the show even before I saw it, as a friend gave me a copy of the soundtrack. I’ve loved Sondheim’s work since West Side Story (1963). Then came this filmed version of it. Well… First, I should acknowledge that it has a large fan base. Honestly, as much as I generally like Tim Burton’s work (e.g., loved 2022’s “Wednesday,” and hated 2012’s Dark Shadows), I was generally disappointed by this interpretation. Yes, he tightened up the last act, but there is so much material he took out of the first half of the play that was amazing (e.g., the opening theme). But for me, the biggest problem was the two main leads, Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter Burton. Not only are they much too young for the parts (their roles should be in their 50s, not 30s), but they can’t sing. Johnny did okay with “Please Mr. Jailor” in Cry-Baby (1990), but here is just grumbles through his lines. Even in the show’s centerpiece, “Epiphany,” he seethes rather than rants. Alan Richman (d. 2016) was great as the judge, though again, too young for the role (should be about 70). The tale of an unjustly sentenced man who escaped prison and seeks revenge by slicing up throats and helping his landlord/lover Mrs. Lovett make them into delicious meat pies, you never really get to feel for any of the characters, not even the two intended lovers, Joanna and Anthony come across as a bit vacant. The film is, however, very stylized and there are some nice cinemagraphic touches that work, such as during the song “A Little Priest.” I am hoping someone else picks up the mantle and remakes this with some energy behind it. It occasionally shows up on Netflix.
Trailer is HERE
Most of the play HERE

 

Vampire Burt’s Serenade (aka Bloody Indulgent)
Directed by Ken Roht
90 minutes, 2014

This film has been released under a few titles, with this one being the latest as of this writing. Todd (Brandon Heitcamp), the “hero” of the story, has just been turned into a vampire against his will by his supposed friend (aka douchebag) Burt (Kevin Richardson, the tall goateed soprano guy from the Backstreet Boys). Does he dump the vamp? No, they both go to their favorite low-end strip club where Todd’s girlfriend, Connie (Diva Muffin Zappa…yep, Frank’s baby girl) is a very bad stripper (and singer). This comedy musical is enjoyable, but completely insane. It has that “some people will find this a camp classic” written all over it. The music by Paul Goldowitz ranges from really good angry rock songs, to very, very lame Broadway incidental songs. The singing also ranges from decent, such as Richardson’s upper register high-pitched rock notes to, well, you might want to hold your ears when Diva is – er – singing. For the full review, go
HERE
Trailer is HERE

Tuesday, May 2, 2023

Reviews: 6 Various Horror Musicals, Part I

 Reviews: 6 Various Horror Musicals, Part I

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

Growing up, I was as much a fan of musicals as I was of horror films. To some extent, I still am. First a guideline on the reviews here. These are films where the music is narrative, not just a band playing (e.g., 2009’s Suck) or music playing over the soundtrack, with one exception. What we have here is horror films where characters break into songs that further the story, or reflect on it in an unnatural way. It should come as no surprise that most horror musicals are also comedies.

Some of these films I have reviewed previously in a more extensive form, and I have hyperlinked to the full review in these instances.

These films below are not ranked, but are listed alphabetically, all from TubiTV, unless indicated. Note that my snark is truly meant to be fun and rib-poking with a touch of stream of consciousness for the shorter reviews. 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.

 

The Devil’s Carnival
Directed by Darren Lynn Bousman
56 minutes, 2012
There are three interlocking tales based on greed/ego, blind trust (via lust is my interpretation) and grief/suicide, mixed with the telling of Aesop’s Fables. That’s the basic premise, but there is just so much going on at the same time. The carnival is the entranceway to hell, and each person coming through is tested to get to the next step, making sure not to break any of the “666 Rules.” Terrance Zdunich, the writer of the film and its music, plays a very interesting looking Devil, who does not take the obvious road when it comes to the songs. Yeah, “666 Rules” is kinda catchy, but most of the music is dense, off-beat and dissonant. Not only are the songs odd, but so is the whole production, and again, that’s meant complimentary. Everyone in the film seems to be having fun doing it, and there are some “names” in the cast, such as Alexa PenaVega (from the Spy Kids series), musician Emilie Autumn, and Bill Moseley (from House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects and 3 From Hell). The film is definitely dark in tone – though not overwhelmingly so – but that is not surprising considering Darren Lynn Bousman also directed the likes of Saw II through Saw IV, as well as Spiral. For the full review, go HERE
Trailer is HERE

 

The Devil’s Carnival Alleluia!
Directed by Darren Lynn Bousman
96 minutes, 2016
This is the sequel to the film above, which is essentially the second war of Satan vs. God (Terrance Zdunich and Paul Sorvino, d. 2022, respectively). Seems the Debbil is dropping off lost soul that belong in Hell (i.e., The Carnival) and shipping them to Heaven to distract God enough to take over. Meanwhile, we also get to hear the devil tell a story about a group trying to get into heaven. Best I can tell, it took place in the late 1940s, or very early 1950s. God is shown as cruel, demanding, and conspiratorial, much as He is in the Old Testament. Also, it addresses the lack of free will allowed in Heaven, something philosophers have been arguing for centuries. It is nice there is a psychological element to the film, rather than just showing black and white God good/Devil bad. The story is used as the lynchpin to explain about the coming incursion, with the film ending just as the war is about to begin. The set design, lighting, and cinematography definitely has its own character, as did the first one.. There is some amazing casting here including Ted Neeley (who played the title character in 1973’s Jesus Christ Superstar; as a side note, there is a nod to JCSS when someone asks, “What’s the Buzz? Tell me what’s happening”), Barry Bostwick (1975’s The Rocky Horror Picture Show), Bill Moseley (Rob Zombie’s Firefly trilogy), and David Hasselhoff (“Baywatch”). While this looks like the second of a trilogy (and it may yet be), Sorvino, who both played God and was a producer, has passed away, and there is nothing listed on the director’s up-and-coming that indicates that it will carry on, but still an interesting piece to watch even as a standalone.
Trailer is HERE

 

Evil Dead the Musical
Directed by Christopher Bond; Hinton Battle
101 minutes, 2007
Yes, this is a tape of the final night (February 17, 2007) of the Off-Broadway version of the infamous Sam Raimi films. The camera is static and in the back (I’m not sure if this is “official” or a cell phone taping), being further away than the trailer indicates, and the sound reflects that. It is recommended to watch this “full screen.” I did not know what to expect, though I knew the soundtrack is quite popular. This play mixes Evil Dead (1981) in the first act, and Evil Dead II (1987) in the second(though there is also a few bits from Army of Darkness, 1992), starring Ryan Ward (Ash), Jennifer Byrne (Linda, Ash’s girlfriend), diminutive and amazingly energetic Jenna Coker (Cheryl, Ash’s sister), Brandon Wardell (Scott, Ash’s best friend), Renee Klapmeyer (Shelly, Scott’s girlfriend/Annie, the professor’s daughter), Tom Walker (Ed, Annie’s boyfriend), and Daryll Winslow (Jake, a local yokel). Now that that is out of the way, let’s get back to the play. It is loyal enough to the story to get Sam Raimi and Bruce Campbell’s approval. The films had comic elements, but this is solidly hilarious. I laughed often, and out loud. Sometimes it is self-reflective (one character yells at Ash, you killed all the demons except the one that makes puns?, for example). Sometimes the lyrics are a bit hard to make out, but generally this is very enjoyable. I was a bit worried about the first set (i.e., the woods), but the cabin and all its accoutrement that plays into the story is great, right down to the moose head. The songs, the dancing, beheadings, the demons, the blood-splatter (first couple of rows is not the place you want to sit). The story is a bit jumbled a bit from its source material, but I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised how much I laughed, as it is well-written. There are lots of songs, with titles like “Houseware’s Employee,” “What the Fuck Was That?,” All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Candarian Demons,” “Do the Necronomicon,” and “Blew That Bitch Away.” This is available free on YouTube.
Trailer is HERE

 

Happiness of the Katakuris (aka Katakuri-ke no kofuku)
Directed by Takaski Miike
113 minutes, 2001
A mixture of the love of family, death-death-and-more-death, horror, crime, comedy, dancing, and a snappy soundtrack; yes, we’re off to a Takashi Miike off-kilter special treat. The six-member Katakuri family moved out to the countryside to try and make a go at a Bed and Breakfast called the White Lovers’ Guesthouse, but are waiting for patrons to finally show up. The problems begin when they do eventually come. And go. Through no fault of the Katakuri tribe, the customers rarely seem to last a night without meeting their maker by different means. Since the family doesn’t want to ruin their reputation before they have the chance to be successful, they must figure out what to do with the growing pile of bodies. This is actually very dark and humorous at the same time. For example, in Miike fashion, some the characters include a sumo wrestler and his obviously underage uniformed schoolgirl girlfriend, a TV announcer who has a bug climb into his nose, violence, zombies of a sort, and as I said, a nice body count. And did I mention the Claymation yet? For the full review, go HERE.
Trailer is HERE

 

The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed Up Zombies!!? (aka The Incredibly Mixed Up Zombie; Diabolical Dr. Voodoo; The Teenage Psycho Meets Bloody Mary)
Directed by Ray Dennis Steckler
82 minutes, 1964
Often Ed Wood is opined as “worst film maker,” though his films have become cult classics. Lesser known for the same reasons is director Ray Dennis Steckler (d. 2009). Along with this doozy, which cost $38,000 to make (about $370,000 in today’s dollars), he also directed other “Grade Z” cults classics like Wild Guitar (1962, with Arch Hall, Jr.!), Rat Pfink and Boo Boo (1967), and the music video for Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” (1967). For this hot mess, shot in “Bloody-Vision” and “Hallucinogenic Hypnovision,” Jerry (the director, using the stage name Cash Flagg) and his best girl, Angie (Sharon Walsh, the director’s spouse at the time), along with Jerry’s pal Harold (Atlas King, looking remarkably like Arch Hall, Jr.) go to an Amusement park (The Pike, Long Beach, CA; closed 1968) run by the evil fortune teller, Madame Estrella (Brett O’Hara). Her sister, Carmelita (Erina Enyo), is a stripper at a music and comedy club called the Hungry Mouth that is connected to the park, where much of the tunes in the film originate. She’s an alcoholic on the verge of being fired, and so the Madame hypnotizes Larry to go out and kill Carmelita’s competition. Eventually, the Madame’s acid-scarred “pets” (previous hipnoteeze, i.e., the titular zombies) get loose and wreak havoc on the dancers and patrons of the club. The acting is horrendous and the writing is on equal level, but the filmmaking by Steckler is well ahead of its time, with twirling images, weird editing, and playing with the film itself. This is especially true during an extended dream sequence. Because of when this was shot, four years before Night of the Living Dead (1968), the zombies were murderous, but not cannibalistic; they are hunched over and disfigured (make-up by Tom Scher) but move quickly. Like other films of the time, filmed just as the Beatles were hitting, the music here reminds me a bit of the ballads that were sung often in the Avalon/Funicello beach franchise, which was popular at the time. When I worked as an usher in a movie theater in Brooklyn in the 1970s, the Bloody Mary version of this film played on Halloween, and we minimum wage staffers had to run through the theater wearing masks at the point when the monsters were loose on-screen. One of my fellow ushers got punched in the face by a Tony Manero type, and that ended that. Things were different a dozen years earlier when this was released.
Trailer is HERE

 

Little Shop of Horrors
Directed by Frank Oz
94 minutes, 1986
Yes, I know, at a budget of $25 million, this is hardly an independent work, but if you did not know, it is based on a black and white, low budget film by the same name, put out by Roger Corman in 1960 (which included Jack Nicholson’s very first role ever in the dentist’s patient/victim played by Bill Murray in the remake). I fell in love with the off-Broadway soundtrack (on cassette) from 1982. This film, though, is quite different in that many of the original songs are changed, dropped, or new ones added for the film, though in an instant, I would take “Mean Green Mother from Outer Space” for “You’re the One That I Want.”. This is a blast with catchy music and fun acting, though it is incredibly bloated by “name” actors to grab an audience, much like the film (1978) adaptation of the play (1972) Grease (and both were huge successes). I was one of those snobs who was disappointed in the new conclusion of the film, preferring its original ending, but director Oz was too afraid to offend a sanitized general audience who would think it to be too negative. Still the film is a beauty, especially scenes like “Skid Row” and “Suddenly Seymour.” I thought Steve Martin was horrendous as the doctor (and I am a Martin fan from his earliest of days of “The Ray Stevens Show" in 1970 (which isn’t even listed on IMDB!). Surely everyone now knows the story of Seymour, his sweetie, Audrey, and the ever-growing venus flytrap from outer space, Audrey II. This film was a huuuuuge success and is beloved by many. I really enjoy parts of it, and others, such as the dentist scenes and John Candy’s cameo (and I’m a Candy-man fan). If you have not seen it, it is worth it. This film is available on Freebie TV, NBC, SYFY, USA Network, Bravo, E!, Telemundo, OXYGEN, Prime Video, Redbox, or Vudu on your Roku device; the non-musical 1960 original is on TubiTV.
Trailer is HERE

Thursday, April 27, 2023

Review: Wolf Garden

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

Wolf Garden
Directed by Wayne David
Lightning Strike Pictures; Gravitas Ventures; Strike Media
89 minutes, 2023
www.strike-media.com

For some reason which I care not about nor to be explained, the production of the werewolf genre seems to be more focused out of the UK than in the US. And this release is no exception. This is true even though the arguably biggest werewolf film, An American Werewolf in London (1981), is actually a North American release, though filmed across the lake.

For this film, which is both arty and gritty, William (Wayne David, who also wrote and directed) is a man living in an isolated location in Hertfordshire in a relatively big house (referred to in the film as “The Cottage”) on large grounds. He is sad and despondent. William thinks back, thanks to many montages of flashbacks, to his beloved wife, Chantelle (Sian Altman).

Wayne David

The woods and the mood are dark (but not too visually dim) that reflect his inner emotions, as he goes out to a padlocked shed (called “The Garage” though it is too small to hold a car; perhaps it is a British term?) on the property where he feeds cut up raw meat to something inside that is growling.

An extremely slow burn, with little dialog, mostly between William and Chantelle in the flashbacks, William’s loneliness is palpable. And who is the stranger (Grant Masters) who keeps appearing?

Sian Altman

Twenty minutes in, and it has been all mood and mostly William, pouting his depressed way throughout the house and woods intercut with happier memories. Still, It is interesting that it is often hard to tell what his reality is, and what is in his mind. Isolation can screw with thoughts, and it does not appear that he has a television or even a book to pass the time, just to mull the situation, whatever it is, and stew in it.

There is a bit of gore, but this is not a film for fans of that subgenre. This is definitely more psychological, and there is more emoting than there is rampaging. Most of the wolfism is seen POV and in the sound of the growling and howling, though it is not hard to figure out just who is the wolf in question, if there actually is a lycanthrope, or if it is in William’s possible madness.

There are only three characters seen on screen (other than in the background or heard on the phone), keeping the story tight and almost claustrophobic, even with William often being in the woods, many times in the dark. Those three prove themselves to be able to hold up the film, and this is certainly a tour de force by David, who is in nearly every scene, usually by himself.

Grant Masters

It is also a very beautiful looking piece, with luscious cinematography and well-timed editing. With the exception of a single scene near the beginning, all of it takes place in The Cottage, the woods, and at the shed.

The small cast gives me the impression that this was filmed during COVID. Or perhaps it is budget constrains. Or both?

I really enjoyed the film, with its near gothic moodiness and lighting, though I was sometimes confused about the storyline. Even though everything coalesces during the third act, there are so many flashbacks to various periods that I occasionally felt like Billy Pilgrim, unstuck in time.

IMDB listing HERE



Tuesday, April 25, 2023

Review: Lovers Lane

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
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Lovers Lane
Directed by Jon Steven Ward
First Look International; Arrow Video; MVD Visual
90 minutes, 1999 / 2023
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www.MVDVisual.com

Choices, choices, choices. This is a new 2K restoration from a 4K scan of the 35mm original. It is High Definition (1080p). But there are two choices of versions of it, one being the original full-frame 1.33:1 version, and the other the1.85:1 widescreen, with both having stereo audio and English subtitles. I am going to go for the original, because that is the kind of guy I am. However, please note, as the press release states, “This film contains a sequence of flashing lights which might affect customers who are susceptible to photosensitive epilepsy.” I find it annoying, generally, but here we go.

Filmed around the Seattle area, this is your basic ‘80s style slasher (yes, even in the turn of the millennium, there was retro to the heyday of VHS). The prologue, which contains the only nudity, takes place on Valentine’s Day 13 years before the main story. This sets up the whole megillah, with hook-handed killings on said Lovers Lane (should it be “Lover’s” or “Lovers’”?). Rather than paradise by the dashboard lights, it’s death by a pointy hook. One of the assaulted is a cameo by Diedre Kilgore, who gets top billing for some reason.

Diedre Kilgore
Much like the theme to the Halloween-esque franchise, in some ways its all in the family. The killer has a psycho-sexual fixation on one of the murdered (he would now be called an incel), and now, in the present, after escaping from the looney bin while under the care of Dr. Jack Grefe (get it?; played by Les Nessman of “WKRP in Cincinnati” himself, Richard Sanders), he is after the daughter and main character, high schooler Mandy (Erin J. Dean, a child star whose film career ended with this release). She has a crush on blond pretty-boy Michael (Riley Smith) who is in a toxic relationship with model-esque but bitchy and narcissistic Chloe (Sarah Lancaster, who is now doing Hallmark kinds of films), the daughter of Dr. Grefe, which makes her a prime target for insane murderer Ray (Ed Bailey). But she has found a new beau in Brad (Ben Indra, future ex-husband of Farris).

Michael is part of a group of friends; most of the females (including a nearly unrecognizable Anna Farris, the year before Scary Movie in 2000) are cheerleaders. Mandy is not part of this group because she is considered too nerdy; she actually reads…books. It is almost quaint now, just over 20 years later, that when someone is grounded, they are forbidden from television, radio and phone. No mention of computers nor the Internet at all, which was just starting to be a social thing.

It being Valentine’s Day again, the group of athletes and cheerleaders end up on said Lovers Lane, with hook-man mainly interested in three, who related to those he killed that night, and one related to his psychiatrist. But even before they get there (and I am at that point), you know the rest of the group are going to be collateral damage as the body count. You might say they get hooked into being there…sorry.

Anna Farris, Erin J. Dean

While this is occasionally self-referential to the slasher genre, just past its prime, it falls into several cliches, and I wonder if this was done on purpose, though I found it kind of annoying. For example, every possible bad choice made in the 1980s era is reproduced here. For example, running up the stairs rather than out the door, incapacitating the villain and then leaving without killing the dude and then discarding the weapon, and getting in a car and just driving a short distance rather than getting the hell out of there to get the police.

Another thing is the searching in the dark, a pet peeve of mine, even more than someone tripping; to me. Just turn on the dam lights. They do this a lot now on television police procedurals these days. Invariably I yell at the screen. There is the walking around with a flashlight in a house that is still occupied just seems pointless, and does not build suspense, but agitation, especially when the scenes are extended; it is what ruined 1981’s Hell Night for me. Of course, there are jump scares when this happens, but I come to expect it, so it is hardly effective.

Sarah Lancaster

The biggest problem, however, is that many of the nighttime images, as well as indoors with a flashlight, are substantially dark and it is hard to make out the action. Nowadays, it probably would be shot day-for-night with a blue filter, but back then, with low budget, darkness reigns.

I thought I saw the twist at the end coming, and I was partially right as there are multiple developments. That helped redeem this significantly, although is not drenched in blood onscreen (or it was too dark to see clearly; again, low budget + time period effects availability), there are lots of murders (or as they say in my neck of the woods, moidahs).

Matt Riedy

The extras on the Blu-ray starts with a brand-new audio commentary with writers and-producers Geof Miller and Rory Veal. It is everything you would expect, giving anecdotes about the construction of the film, the actors, production secrets (e.g., the first murder being filmed in one of the writer’s garage, or – and I am ashamed to say I missed this – one location is referred to by a character as Yasgur’s Farm), and the like. Thankfully, because they really are friends, there is a likeability and humor between them that takes it to another level.

The documentary featurette is “Screaming Teens: The Legacy of Lovers Lane” (32 min) with actors Matt Riedy, who plays Mandy’s sheriff father, and an extremely exuberant Carter Roy, who is only in the prologue, but mostly, it is Miller and Veal. It is a mixture of interviews and film clips, but it was entertaining and informative as well. Worth the watch. Last are the original trailers, an image gallery and physically a reversible sleeve featuring both the original and newly commissioned artwork by Ilan Sheady.

Thankfully, there is a recurring sense of humor that runs through the film, and there are references galore scattered throughout. And this is a bit of a side note, but I wish I had a dollar for every time Mandy screams out, “Michael!” in the third act. I could retire.

Obviously, this is loosely based on the old urban legend of the couple driving away from a lovers lane after getting scared, and they find a hook attached to the car door. This film isn’t exactly rocket science, and the writing definitely follows a formula (one of the writers, during the commentary, discusses tropes and says “it’s littered with them”), but the thing about formulas is that they tend to work, which is why they are used so often. All the boxes are checked, and the number of bodies are added up, which is just what the slasher doctor ordered.

IMDB listing HERE

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Review: Woman of the Photographs

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

Woman of the Photographs (aka Shashin no onna; 写真の)
Directed by Takeshi Kushida
Motion Picture Exchange; Pyramid Film; Epic Pictures; Dread; MVD Visual
89 minutes, 2020 / 2023
https://epic-pictures.com/film/woman-of-the-photographs
https://womanofthephoto.com/en/
www.MVDVisual.com

Body dysmorphia is a recent buzzword in the news thanks to the attacks on the Trans community. The term, however, is much older, and it has been often used to describe women and more recently men who are not pleased by their own bodies due to seeing, for example, the models in magazines, especially though it is idealistic as many of those images have been digitally enhanced. The desire to appear “picture perfect” is an unrealistic goal and can cause other maladies such as bulimia and anorexia.

In this Japanese release (both English and Spanish subtitles are available), Kai (Hideki Nagai) is a subdued, solitary, early-middle-aged photographer who tends to wear all white (I am guessing as a metaphor for a colorless life). When he is not out in nature snapping pics (he has a fixation with insects, and even has a preying mantis as a pet), he runs a photo shop where he uses his talent of digital manipulation to enhance either old or new photographs for his customers. There is almost no dialogue by Kai to emphasize his quiet life. A slow-burn film, indeed.

Hideki Nagai

Along the way, he meets Kyoko (Itsuki Otaki), an internet influencer/model/ballet dancer, who is aging out of the youthfulness that was her bread-n-buttah. She is lively and talkative, and he is aggressively silent and ignoring (yeah, kind of a dick). While their personalities are quite different, there is a common element of the need to control their own “image”: she to her fans and him by putting up walls of exclusion.

There are only two other characters in the film, the first being a funeral director, Saijo (Toshiaki Inomata), an older man who uses the retoucher’s skill for pictures of the deceased during the ceremonies, and has known Kai his whole life being a friend of his father and thereby being both a spokesperson for Kai to Kyoko, as well as a Greek Chorus for the viewer. The other is Hisako (Toki Koinuma), a woman customer obsessed with her looks, and keeps demanding Kai repeatedly retouch her photo into what she considers perfection.

Itsuki Otaki

At its core, this is a film about obsession: Kail obsesses about his insects, Kyoko keeps looking at old posts of her photographs (which occasionally includes well-done CGI animation), the female customer with changing her looks, and the old friend with his loneliness (despite claiming he is not).

Although an extremely small cast, I am guessing this was shot just before the COVID outbreak, since there is a scene in a public bath, and no one on the streets is wearing masks; also, the budget for this film is not enough to get the sidewalk shut down for filming.

I am not sure if this can be considered as “horror” or even a “thriller,” but it definitely falls into the “art” category. That being said, it certainly has its body horror moments involving an injury (I will not give it away), which is squeamish inducing (well, for me anyway).

I question the relationship between Kai and Kyoto as beyond temporary need and infatuation with what they can bring to the pairing; even though they become more themselves by giving to each other. Certainly, this is a snapshot (no pun intended) of their time as a couple, as it does not seem that it can sustain the pressure of day-to-day reality, and aging. But in an odd way, this is a very strange and off-beat romance, without Hallmark-ish cringe.

The extras start with interviews (16 min; Japanese with subtitles), including the director, Kushida, and the main actors, Nagai and Otaki, as well as make-up artist Yoshiro Nishimura. It is insightful as they discuss the motivations of the characters and the meaning of some obtuse moments. It is a good post-film watch.

This is followed by a short film, “Voice” (Koe; 10 min, trailer HERE), in which Kushida first worked with Nagai. It is without dialogue, of how a lonely factory worker (Nagai) responds and interacts with a shadow of a woman. It reminds me of the work of ground-breaking Canadian filmmaker Norman McLaren. It is a beautiful piece, and Nagai again acts more with his face and body to convey all the emotions needed. There is also a nice level of animation that is not cartoonish. Last, there are two trailers for this film and a few from Dread.

This is director Kushida’s first feature film, that he also wrote, after years of working in television. It shows enormous talent in form and look. He should have a long and storied career.

IMDB listing HERE


Thursday, April 20, 2023

Review: The Assassination Bureau

Text © Richard Gary / Indie Horror Films, 2023
Images from the Internet

The Assassination Bureau
Directed by Basil Dearden
Heathfield; Paramount Pictures; Arrow Video; MVD Visual
110 minutes, 1969 / 2023
www.ArrowVideo.com
www.MVDVisual.com

Initiated by the James Bond (Sean Connery era) series of spy films, this lead to a number of knockoffs, such as the Matt Helm (Dean Martin), Derek Flint (James Colburn) and Maxwell Smart (Don Adams) releases, which could loosely include the 1967 version of Casino Royale (which had almost nothing to do with the original Ian Fleming novel). In most cases, the secondary ones were comedies, be it dark or broad (I would like to add that I really enjoyed the Helm, Flint, and Royale films, as well as “Get Smart”).

Added to this list is The Assassination Bureau, which is a throwback to the pre-World War I period, and is, naturally, a comedy. It has a foot in the action genre, and another in the British retro-history subgenre (such as Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines, 1965). For Bureau, as the press release states, on the writing side, this film is “(b)ased on a novel by Jack London (The Call of the Wild, 1903) from a story by Nobel Prize-winner Sinclair Lewis (Babbit, 1922) completed in 1963 by Robert L. Fish (Bullitt, 1968) and adapted into the screenplay by Wolf Mankowitz (Casino Royale, 1967).”

Diana Rigg, Oliver Reed

The film focuses on a group (of men) whose purpose is to assassinate powerful people who “deserve it.” They are well paid for their services. This Bureau, headquartered in London, is run by Ivan Dragomiloff (Oliver Reed; d. 1999). He is both a cold-hearted killer for hire, and the love interest. Yep, you read that right. Remember, it is a comedy. The Bureau’s board is filled with British actors of renown at the time, such as Beryl Reid, (The Killing of Sister George, 1968; d. 1996), Clive Revill (who I always think of being the lead investigator in The Legend of Hell House, 1973, though he did appear in a couple of later Mel Brooks releases), and Kurt Jürgens (the lead villain in The Spy Who Loved Me, 1977; d. 1982).

Hot on the trail of the Bureau is strong-willed First Wave feminist who is seeking to be a journalist, Sonya Winter (The Diana Rigg, hot off her role of Emma Peel in “The Avengers”; d. 2021). She wants to investigate them with the help of a newspaper run by Lord Bostwick (Telly Savalas, d. 1994). She connects to the clandestine Bureau that she wants someone assassinated and is willing to hire them. Her choice target is Dragomiloff (perfect set-up for romantic encounters, as they avoid being killed in various ways). This gives Draggy and Winter the chance to circle the globe in cities such as Paris and Zurich, among many others.

Telly Savalas, Kurt Jürgens

The deal is, if Dragomiloff is not assassinated, he will kill the international ultra rich and power-/money-hungry board members first. It is obvious (purposefully) and disclosed early who is the key lead villain, and why, who is assisted by the humorously dour Yugoslavian Fagin-equse-looking lacky Baron Muntzof (Vernon Dobtcheff). Trump would be too dumb to be on this board, by the way, though he fits the greed criteria.

Winter, through the early stages of the film, looks remarkably like Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins (1964), in both manner (strict and to the point, yet kind) and dress. She even has the cloth bag. Of course, she also gets to dress up and dress down, in gowns, corsets and bath towels. While looking back this can be seen as a bit misogynistic, as I found the ending, it is important to note that Winter is a main character (though often seen as confused and duped by Dragomiloff), and there is also a major female villain in Eleanora Spado (Annabella Incontrera, who was in a few gialllo films, often directed by Paolo Cavara; d. 2004)

It is notable that for its time and in a mainstream release, there is a high level of sexual proclivity (e.g., a brothel) where there are near-naked women, and at least a few tips of nips. Wild for those days, but relatively tame for modern cinema viewers. However, I was more disturbed by the subtle antisemitism of the character of Weiss (Warren Mitchell, who was in The Crawling Eye, 1958, and Jabberwocky, 1977), a banker from Switzerland, who is exceedingly focused on money. As Baron Muntzof states, “Weiss understands the value of money.”

As a mild digression, I was amused that the President of France is played by an actor named John Adams.

For the basics of the extras, this High Definition (1080p) Blu-ray uses the original lossless English mono audio, with optional English subtitles for the deaf and hard-of-hearing. There is a brand new audio commentary with thick British-accented authors Sean Hogan and Kim Newman. They are not the most exciting speakers, but their topics are wide ranging, from discussing the rise of Victorian period pieces at the time (e.g., Mary Poppins, 1968’s Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) to how the film was formulated and its place in both the story’s history and in the time of its release. Of course, there are also some nice anecdotes.

Rigg, Vernon Dobtcheff

“Right Film, Wrong Time,” (27-min) is an also new featurette by British cultural historian and critic Matthew Sweet. He discusses the socio-political world London and Lewis were living in when they came up with the story idea for the book that became this film. He also talks about how London’s unfinished book morphed into the completed story. He keeps it pretty interesting mixing talking head commentary and clips from the film, though I started to get distracted about two-thirds through it. Along with the original trailer, and an Image gallery, you get a reversible sleeve featuring two original artwork choices.

This is a high-budget, big cast of British stars, that is fun. One could say that it was a subgenre initiated by the likes of It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1965) or The Russians are Coming, The Russians Are Coming! (1966).

Filmed during the uptick in the Vietnam War era/error and the year after the assassinations of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King, the film is a commentary on political violence and the desire for power by the rich and corrupt (aka Marg T. Greene heaven). Part of the way they show this is through parody, the absurdity of it all, and the enormous amount of collateral damage or, as Mel Brooks’ Governor Lepetomane put it, “Innocent people blown to bits!”

Considering all these murderous explosions that occur, in the words of Big Jim McBob and Billy Sol Hurok, “May the good lord take a likin’ to ya, and blow you up real soon!”

IMDB listing HERE