Posts Tagged ‘horror’

Flesh for Frankenstein [3D]

Flesh for Frankenstein [3D]

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

This was on this week in the UK as part of Channel 4’s 3D week which I’ve become increasingly excited about since I first heard about it (it’s not hard to get me onto a 3D kick really). This was to me the clear star item on their schedule, not just because it had never aired on TV like this before, not just because Mark Kermode (my favourite film critic, who despises the resurgence in 3D of late) called it the best of the old 3D back catalogue, but also because it’s just such a curiosity … I knew nothing of it really except of course some link to Frankenstein and that Andy Warhol was connected to it. I really expected something supertrashy … but as the word “End” appeared on screen at the end, I found myself speechless.

There is something Herschell Gordon Lewis / John Waters / Roger Corman -ish “trashy” about this movie … there’s plenty of gore and gratuitous sex (the camera literally just goes in on a woman’s bare breasts at one point “just because it can and it’s 3D!”) and lines like the insanely brilliant, “To know death… you have to f*ck life in the gall bladder,” and (from a man who just lost his hand), “It’s all your fault!” call to mind the deliberately shambolic humour of The Rocky Horror Picture Show … and yet, there are fleshes of real and genuine art, romance, tragedy in this story that frequently had me with a sort of lump in my throat. I just, I don’t know, felt like I really “got” this one.

I still frankly don’t know what to make of this first viewing except for the certain, that this film is surely unique. I would love to see it again in the better polarized, cinema variety of 3D; failing that, just to see it again without the 3D effect and see if it works on me the same way again that way. The use of 3D is better than most I’ve seen, incidentally; the feeling of depth extends even to scenes that don’t exploit it, though again there’s plenty of that throughout from a grisly beheading (really, if only Tim Burton had been onto 3D when he made Sleepy Hollow …) through to the bats that plague the children as they hide from their father, the aforementioned requisite 3D boobs right to the final extraordinary shot that is best kept to myself as I’m guessing most that read this won’t have seen the movie yet. I just found the experience truly mesmerising, and there’s not much more you can ask for from a movie like this.



Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural

Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

Following the super-natural Celia, this rather cheesy effort could really only pale by comparison. It’s a very straightforward vampire story with a few unique twists. Lila, a small town’s prize virgin church singer, son of an infamous gangster, receives a letter from mysterious Lemora asking her to come to her father’s deathbed and forgive him etc, and being the good Christian she is she obeys. What Lemora really wants is to recruit her into the family tradition. There’s some proper old-fashioned make-up horror and a lot of messed up lesbian, possibly incestuous activity. What struck me most is how much it reminded me of my first ever attempt at writing a screenplay years ago, lol. Strip away the vampire stuff and combine it with Fucking Åmål and you pretty much have my “Angel Leaves” which perfectly explains why my version sucked LOL. It’s not a great movie, but it’s certainly an interesting one I’m glad to have collected.



Twilight Zone: The Movie

Twilight Zone: The Movie

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

Alright, no more dallying, it’s time to catch up on all the stuff I’ve been watching since my unplanned absence, lol. This one was watched on a sort of whim – I’d just finished watching all the Masters of Horror episodes and found myself still in the mood for anthological story telling, and this particular movie had been mentioned once or twice on those DVDs’ extras. I enjoyed this movie a heck of a lot more than expected, especially Steven Spielberg’s segment.

I’ve seen little if any of the original episodes that most of these stories are based on (though I’d of course seen parodies of the William Shatner “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet”) so I came to pretty much the whole movie fresh – the bookends sequence is kind of corny and the first story didn’t do a lot for me at all but the wonder of Spielberg’s, the nuttiness of Dante’s and the manic performance in the third story more than made it worth the watch. Jerry Goldsmith’s score is fantastic, too.



Willard / Ben

Willard / Ben

Monday, September 7th, 2009

This is another couple of reviews that I’ll squeeze into one post ‘cos they’re probably too close to one another for me to not repeat myself over two reviews. These are movies I’ve wanted to see for a long time – in fact I’d actually kind of forgotten they even existed for some reason since seeing the (not so) recent remake of Willard, but of course the recent death of Michael Jackson got the sequel’s title song in my head and I started thinking about them again.

What struck me most about both movies is that despite their production years, they really don’t feel a lot like most 70s horror movies. They don’t have the same experimental, queasy feel at all. They feel instead much more like nuts-and-bolts products of the end of the studio system in the mid-Sixties. Heck, Willard even stars Ernest Borgnine and has a score by Alex North.

They’re both certainly worth watching for any fan of horror. They’re such bizarre stories, thoroughly unique, and particularly in the case of Ben, so much more than the surface “killer rats” tale. You really do find yourself wondering where the heck Stephen Gilbert got the idea. There’s something almost beautiful about the grisliness.



Orphan

Orphan

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

If you look at my list of tags on the left of this site, where font size indicates the number of posts with that tag, you’ll see that two tags in particular have stood out like sore thumbs ever since I added the feature to the site, cuties which I use wherever a notable young actress (sometimes actor) is present, and horror, which is self-explanatory. Anyone who has read my reviews or plain known me long enough will know that when both these elements are present, I will assuredly be in line :)

I wasn’t sure what to expect from this movie at all. I’d seen no trailers, read few comments, knew no plot details other than what the poster told me, that “There’s something wrong with Esther …” The girl on that poster, Isabelle Fuhrman (last seen as actually one of the more memorable aspects of the otherwise disappointing Hounddog), frankly didn’t even catch my eye due to the strange symmetry they’d given to her face. So I went in knowing only that it was a horror movie with a little girl in it, which really wasn’t too bad a start.

Though it’s ultimately a little too long, more of which in a moment, this movie doesn’t waste its time in telling its audience up front that it’s not going to be a half-assed version of this type of story. The opening, a nightmare sequence, is truly one of the more unpleasant things I’ve seen in recent movies, and the half hour that follows, leading up to a grieving mother’s final decision to adopt an older child, drew me in completely. Within 15 minutes I had that feeling I long for in movies, that I was in good hands and that I really would willingly accept anything director Jaume Collet-Serra (he of the House of Wax remake, which – don’t hold it against me but – I also quite liked) wanted to throw at me.

There’s an awkward half hour or so following Esther’s entry into the readymade family waiting for her where I genuinely feared they had dropped the ball. Isabelle Fuhrman hooked me completely in her very first scene, having a stern and troubling face that melts away the moment she smiles, but even she here is hard to watch as scenes seemed to go nowhere, unfinished, setting things up but leaving so much unsaid as to be annoying.

Fortunately, this disjointedness doesn’t go on for too long. Soon enough, Esther shows her true colours. This is ultimately the movie that Omen IV could have, should have, been. It’s Debbie Jellinsky from Addams Family Values: The Early Years. It’s Foetal Attraction. It’s all those things and it goes all the places that make you go, “No … they’re not gonna go there, are they?” Yes.

Maybe this is where I say too much but the thing I loved most about the movie in the end was how, much like I did in The Children, I kinda couldn’t help but be on Esther’s side much of the time. The scenes at school, for instance; the punishment of a bully (to be honest, when they said that girl only broke her ankle I felt a little let down lol); the way she completely fools her foster mom’s psychiatrist (marvellously played by the marvellous Margo Martindale, btw) who is clearly full of psychobabble, and the ensuing misunderstanding as all the blame and mental issues fall to the completely wrong person, the mother. I love the inevitability of these stories of manipulation, horrible though it may be when it happens in real life. I can’t help but be kind of happy for Esther, too, when she uses her intellect to flatly prove her case. It’s just like the Revenge of the Sith / Matrix Revolutions thing all over again I guess … sometimes, evil just plain got a point LOL.

Anyway, the movie is surely not for everyone. Even I kind of wanted to leave after the wretching first 5-10 minutes and in particular Esther’s abuse of the youngest of her new family is rough to bear – like everywhere else in the movie, Collet-Sera pulls no punches here and the story goes wherever such a person as Esther would truly take it, and that’s to be admired in my book, especially in a movie as otherwise slick and “mainstream” as this is. It will shock those expecting the usual top ten horror movie especially in the UK with its 15 rating. For me it is easily the best movie (in an admittedly short list, I admit) I have seen all year, if only for its flat out rageousness. The acting, particularly by young Fuhrman who I’ll be looking out for in future, but also by Vera Farmiga and the ever-reliable (albeit always the same) Peter Sarsgaard, is perfect; and the moments when it is in full sway more than make up for any hokiness in the storytelling and its slight overlength. Really, any modern horror movie that has the impact this had on me after two weeks of watching the “Masters of Horror” series has gotta be doing something very right indeed, lol.



Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS

Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

Hrmm, what to say of this but that it is at least genuinely pretty nasty in places so I can’t claim to have been either surprised or let down. Following a movie like Hobgoblins, it was fortunate enough to appear to me quite impressive due to its “higher” production values. Let’s face it, if you watch these movies at all you come expecting shameless displays of sex and violence, and here you have blood and nudity in abundance. There’s clearly something “wrong” in the way it’s presented as having some kind of social relevance (an opening title card declares it to be based on documentary evidence and is presented in the hope that such atrocities should never happen again … yeh, right, so why are the SS doctors naked all the time? LOL) but that’s kind of a pointless line of argument as the film exists and it has its place in time. There’s little more to say … it’s better than Planet Terror or something, it’s better than Hobgoblins … simply because it’s of another time. But it’s by no means a must-see, unless you really get your kicks out of something like this or, like me, you’re just interested in these shady corners of cinema.



Hobgoblins

Hobgoblins

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

There are bad movies and there are bad movies. I came to this much as I came to Evil Toons … the tagline for this contains the line “careful what you wish for” and the plot summary describes creatures which make your fantasies come true … before killing you. And I’m not gonna deny, this notion appeals to me, lol. Then I spent 30 minutes wondering just where are the eponymous goblins? Only to discover, when they finally appear, that oh dear … oh dear oh dear oh dear …

What baffles me most about movies this kind of bad is that they can’t even satisfy the prurient interest factor. They can’t even give the core audience a decent gory death, a titillating amount of flesh … they can’t even come up with interesting fantasies. It’s possible for a movie to be completely devoid of story, acting, originality, yet still anybody can put these cheap and shallow elements on the screen … just, not in this film. Yes, there’s an argument to be made that these things shouldn’t be on the screen in the first place (though I won’t get behind it :-P ) … the point I’m making is that if you’re gonna make a movie like this – and here somebody has – you better at least deliver them. Otherwise it’s just insulting that such a thing made it into my viewing experience.



Evil Toons

Evil Toons

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

I dropped the ball on watching movies this week so I figured, what better way to get back into it than as atrociously easy a watch as this. I could’ve reviewed this one with my eyes closed almost – I have to admit, I have a weakness for the whole embarrassed nudity thing from Zapped! right up to a certain episode of Alex Mack LOL and from the surface it appeared that was this movie’s raison d’etre (“First they undress you, then they possess you!)

Here you have all the ingredients in place – 3 dumb certified “hotties”, one smart prude (she’s wearing glasses, that’s how you tell), one Bill Oddie lookalike who can’t believe his luck, and a preface ripped straight off from Evil Dead. Sooner or later, you hear the phrase, “Heyy … check this out!” and they awaken evil forces etc.

What’s clear in the end here is that they didn’t plan the movie very well. There’s barely any animated footage and what exists is laughable to say the least. The presence of Dick Miller not to mention David Carradine instills some confidence but there’s nothing to get excited about at all here. For kinky toon shenanigans you’re better off with Cool World or even Who Framed Roger Rabbit?