Review: Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars: The Motion Picture (1973)

It’s an old cliche, and sadly a truth in most instances, that a pop culture figure is never more loved than when they’re recently deceased. Few would dispute this has been the case with David Bowie since he left us just over a year ago, but at the same time many would quite reasonably argue the man and his music never stopped being vital and relevant. The comparative merits of Bowie’s numerous musical shifts can, and no doubt will be debated until the proverbial cows come home, but we can surely agree that it was the introduction of his Ziggy Stardust persona on his 1972 album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars that Bowie really earned his rock legend status. As such, Bowie devotees young and old alike will surely be intrigued and excited to see that the iconic concert film of his final performance with the Spiders is returning to the big screen in cinemas across the UK – although, in the great showman tradition, it’s for one night only.

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Review: Logan (2017)

You only really need to give it a moment’s thought to realise how absurd it is that movies starring Wolverine were ever geared toward kids. The guy is the product of heavily invasive surgical experimentation, his skeleton grafted with an indestructible metal which bursts forth from his knuckles in the form of lethally sharp claws – yet we’re expected to believe that when he goes snikt and swings his fists, the bad guys just fall over? Logan is by far the most violent, gruesome and potty-mouthed X-Men movie made to date  – yes, even more so than Deadpool – and it would be easy to write this off as 20th Century Fox cashing in on a newly-rediscovered market for adults-only action which Deadpool proved still exists. However, there’s no denying how natural it all feels. In the first fifteen minutes alone our hero drops the F-bomb at least once a sentence, bloodily hacks limbs off his adversaries, and even enjoys a gratuitous tit shot, yet none of this in any way feels like a betrayal of what went before. Really, it feels like this is what Wolverine movies always should have been like. And not before time if, as has been promised, this will indeed be Hugh Jackman’s last time in his signature role.

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Review: Mean Dreams (2016)

What a difference a weekend makes. When I first got word last week of an upcoming new release called Mean Dreams, it was simply a promising-looking thriller; but when I finally sat down to watch it, I did so in the sad knowledge that I was about to see one of the very last performances from the late, great Bill Paxton, who left us far too soon this past Sunday.

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Review: The Barn (2016)

Funny thing; it’s just over a month since we relaunched as Warped Perspective, our mission statement being to diversify from the horror-specific focus of our previous incarnation Brutal As Hell – and yet in that time, I personally have still wound up reviewing nothing but horror movies. Old habits really do die hard. Of course, we never said we’d stop covering horror, nor would that be especially feasible given our standing within the industry, small fish in a big pond though we may be. And given that we’ve always been something of an underdog site, it’s important to me that we support other underdogs, gearing up for their own David/Goliath stories. One such plucky so-and-so ready to let fly with his sling is Justin M Seaman, writer-director of microbudget Halloween horror The Barn – and like all the best microbudget horror filmmakers, what Seaman and co lack in funding, they more than make up for in ideas, ambition, and enthusiasm.

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Blu-ray Review: The Sect (AKA La Setta/The Devil’s Daughter) (1991)

Watching this movie, I felt as if I was getting glimpses of multiple alternate realities. One was a universe in which we didn’t generally regard the 1990s as a wasteland for the horror genre; another was one in which Michele Soavi became as major a Hollywood player as Peter Jackson. Watching The Sect, neither of these options seemed too implausible. The 1990s rarely comes up when discussing the great eras for horror cinema: it was the period when the trusted old hands like Carpenter, Romero, Hooper and for a time Craven hit dry spells, derivative straight-to-video bilge became the norm, and the few new directors who showed any promise seemed to hit the wall at double speed. And yet in the early 90s in particular, there were more than a couple of relative newbies who showed such promise: Clive Barker, Richard Stanley, and yes, Jackson and Soavi. We know how most of these stories turned out: Barker largely left film behind in favour of writing and painting, Stanley had his infamous meltdown on The Island of Doctor Moreau, and Jackson, to the astonishment of anyone who ever saw Bad Taste and/or Meet the Feebles, convinced some bigwigs to let him make a megabudget three-film adaptation of The Lord of the Rings, netting himself many millions and a bunch of Oscars in the process. Soavi, by contrast, remains a largely anonymous figure outside of Italian horror devotees, and since the mid-90s has largely worked in Italian TV; but watching The Sect, it’s not hard to envisage him reaching far greater heights.

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Blu-ray Review: Fright Night (1985)

By Ben Bussey

As I’ve remarked many times when looking at reissues of old horror favourites, many of them feel like they need little or no introduction, and to my mind that’s certainly the case with Fright Night. Tom Holland’s 1985 directorial debut was among the first dozen or so horror movies I saw in my youth, and it’s one that’s always stayed dear to my heart. As the volume of online outrage that greeted the 2011 remake demonstrated, I’m hardly alone in that sentiment. Now, almost 32 years on from its original release, the tale of high school nerd Charlie Brewster, washed-up actor-turned-local cable horror host Peter Vincent and their conflict with the vampire next door Jerry Dandridge remains a near-perfect hour and forty five minutes of vintage creature feature theatrics brought to life in an unmistakably 80s fashion.

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Blu-ray Review: The Burning (1981)

the_burningApologies if this is a bit of a trite analogy, but it’s hard not to note clear parallels between slasher movies and punk rock. Both genres emerged more or less at the same time, in the downbeat days of the mid-to-late 70s, and tapped into a similar vein of youthful discontent and rage. There was a back to basics ethic, an emphasis on being loud and outrageous, a deliberate flip of the bird to the conventions of good taste, and much of this was the handiwork of young, largely inexperienced artists out to make a name for themselves. A great many punk rockers and slasher filmmakers enjoyed a brief day in the sun and were never seen again, but for an illustrious few it was merely the first step toward a hugely successful career.

One particularly noteworthy filmmaking duo whose beginnings in the slasher genre tend to be forgotten are Harvey and Bob Weinstein. To carry on the punk analogy, these guys would surely be the U2 of slashers; started out small, went on to pretty much conquer the world. Knowing their legacy of selling awards-friendly indie cinema to the masses with Miramax (though few would argue their subsequent Weinstein Company has had anything like the same impact), in some ways it’s hard to believe the Weinsteins made their debut with this rather tawdry, downmarket tits and gore film with a plot you could fit on the back of a postcard, which wound up making the Video Nasties blacklist. But as we saw with punk, there were those who could manage to play those same three chords as everyone else, yet do so with enough flair to stand apart from the rest. This, I think, is a feat managed by the Weinsteins (Bob as co-screenwriter, Harvey as ‘creator and producer’ – that’s his official credit), in conjunction director Tony Maylam, on 1981’s The Burning. Continue reading “Blu-ray Review: The Burning (1981)”

Review: Slasher House II (2016)

slasher-house-2-red-copyIf I were to do some of that word association business, my response to the word ‘Mycho’ would be ‘bold.’ It applies to the company’s work in just about every meaning of the word. On an aesthetic level, bold is an accurate summation of their in-your-face approach, particularly when it comes to colour schemes: as I noted of the original Slasher House, writer-director MJ Dixon has clearly never heeded the maxim ‘red and green should never be seen,’ and as the above image demonstrates, he hasn’t faltered there. But beyond that, boldness is clearly something that Dixon, producer Anna McCarthy and their cohorts at Mycho Entertainment clearly have in spades. Making movies for next to no money, taking on multiple roles within the filmmaking process, enlisting others willing to pour in the blood, sweat and tears without monetary remuneration; this in itself takes some gusto. But to attempt to forge your own overlapping cinematic universe at this level of filmmaking, spending less per film than Marvel spend on the baby oil for their lead actors’ shirtless scenes; yes, bold is the word. Continue reading “Review: Slasher House II (2016)”

Blu-ray Review: The Driller Killer (1979)

Shakespeare’s celebrated adage “that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” may carry some weight, but it’s fair to say that when it comes to exploitation movies, by any other name they might not get such great numbers. Director Abel Ferrara’s more-or-less debut feature (he’d previously directed hardcore porno Nine Lives of a Wet Pussy under a psuedonym) may well have courted controversy and gained a cult following under any title, but would it have gained anything like the same attention had it not been given the attention-grabbing moniker of The Driller Killer?

Thinking back on my vague memories of the video nasty era (I was but a wee lad at the time, four years old when the VRA was passed), Driller Killer was one of three films – the others being The Evil Dead and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (the latter of which, I know now, wasn’t strictly speaking banned as a video nasty) – which were the most whispered of in the playground, epitomising this strange, truly terrifying realm of forbidden material. These were titles whose mere mention was liable to leave young minds scared shitless, yet also burning with curiosity. They were also titles which seemed to tell you everything you needed to know about the films in question: one was about dead things that were evil, one was about a guy from Texas going on a massacre with a chain saw, and the other was about a guy who killed people with a drill. Simple as, right…? Continue reading “Blu-ray Review: The Driller Killer (1979)”

Review: Fear, Inc. (2016)

Novel concepts in horror movies often seem hard to come by. Fear, Inc., the feature debut of seasoned short film director Vincent Masciale, comes close to doing something relatively unique in what initially seems a fairly fresh and funny fashion, but it winds up hitting pretty wide of the bullseye. I’ll do my utmost to avoid spoilers here, but honestly the film shows its hand pretty early on with a single direct reference which, to any reasonably erudite cinephile (i.e. anyone who’s seen a few movies), pretty much tells you all you need to know straight away. Blending heavy-handed film geek and stoner humour with home invasion horror and elements of the slasher and torture subgenres, the film proceeds to throw in so many twists and turns that even M Night Shyamalan might find it a bit much; and, as Shyamalan learned the hard way, there comes a point when the audience just won’t accept that bullshit anymore, and would much prefer some coherent storytelling that actually holds up to scrutiny. Continue reading “Review: Fear, Inc. (2016)”

Review: Volumes of Blood: Horror Stories (2016)

One good microbudget indie horror anthology movie deserves another. 2015’s Volumes of Blood (my review here) was an enjoyable addition to the pantheon of portmanteau horror made with a cut-price charm and unmistakable affection for the genre, so it should come as little surprise that the sequel Volumes of Blood: Horror Stories continues in a similar vein; although speaking of veins (heheh… sorry), this installment sees a far greater emphasis on bloodshed than its comparatively sedate predecessor. While this alone doesn’t necessarily make it a stronger film, it does demonstrate that Horror Stories is a sequel which is not content to retrace its steps, but rather seeks to improve on what went before – and I’m happy to report that, all things considered, it is largely superior to the original Volumes of Blood, even if it comes close to being undone by its own ambition.

In common with its predecessor, the sequel centres on a single location and tells several creepy tales which take place in that setting; but where in the first film this was a library where a group of college students devised their own urban legends, this one sees the prospective buyers of a house shown around the now empty property, before regaling us with morbid tales from the house’s history, whose most horrific moments occurred in specific rooms. And there’s another unifying theme, as each tale takes place on a family holiday: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Father’s Day, Christmas, and then just to mix things up a bit, a birthday. Yes, this approach is more than a little reminiscent of another anthology movie which came out this year, Holidays, though given the timing I think it’s fair to write this off as an unfortunate coincidence; but in any case, Holidays left quite a lot to be desired in my book, and in fact VOB:HS beats it at its own game, as for the most part the stories are far more closely related to the holidays in question. Continue reading “Review: Volumes of Blood: Horror Stories (2016)”

Blu-ray Review: Assault on Precinct 13 (1976)

Given that at the time of writing the filmmaker and musician has been thrilling audiences all over the globe with live performances of his classic synthesizer scores, I find myself wanting to open this review with the note that John Carpenter is very much in fashion at this moment – but that seems a moot point. He may have never made billions at the box office or been showered with awards, but for most film fans – particularly those with a preference for genre-based material – the films of John Carpenter have never gone out of style, and I very much doubt they ever will. He may have produced the real meat of his filmography in that most equally revered and reviled of decades in pop culture history, the 1980s, yet there’s a distinctly timeless quality about his work which makes it stand apart and, in most instances, head and shoulders above most mid-budget genre fare produced in Hollywood at the time.

Generally speaking, the first film anyone will mention in relation to Carpenter was his breakthrough hit Halloween, and that’s entirely fair given how influential that film became, and how it launched the director into his most prolific period; but at the same time we shouldn’t forget that Halloween was in fact Carpenter’s third feature film. His debut, Dark Star, was an extension of an ultra-low budget student film made with his classmates at UCLA, and while it’s not without its entertainment value, it’s pretty far removed from what we would typically identify as a John Carpenter movie. However, his sophomore effort – Assault on Precinct 13 – is in many respects the real starting point for Carpenter, boasting many of the key themes, motifs and fetishes that generations of film fans would come to know and love him for. Continue reading “Blu-ray Review: Assault on Precinct 13 (1976)”