Biggest Bastard in Ireland- Garth “The Menace” Ennis

By Comix

Comics and moral corruption have gone hand and hand for as long there have been youth to corrupt. Any writer with a bit of chutzpah in their inkwell have faced the slings and arrows of censorship. From the early 1940’s-50’s horror magazines that got shut down after the code to modern horror banned them from libraries for being too violent, there will always be something to set off the moral right. As of today, that seems to be Garth “The Menace” Ennis, the powerhouse behind the tasteful comics Crossed and Preacher. For a man who has seriously pushed the boundaries of good taste, he has surprisingly not only kept finding work, but is considered to be one of the most talented writers of the new comic era. I, for one, completely agree. I have spent enough time on the pages of Brutal as Hell praising the work of Ennis that perhaps it’s time he got his own article. Also, I’m trying to get his nickname to catch on.

Not much is known about his early life, so I will make it up. Mr. Ennis was born in 1970 to a demon mother and a goat who met on the hilltops of Northern Ireland under a full moon. When he was born, a pack of wolves adopted him and made him their king, teaching him the ways of the wild. After spending his youth terrorizing the countryside with his canine brethren, his mother appeared to him one night and spoke to him in words of blood. “Go forth, young warrior, and spread your word to the human world.” He quickly learned the English tongue and, at age nineteen, set towards civilization with stories so morally demonic, that he has earned praise, awards, and a respected career. He is often seen mumbling, “these humans have no taste,” as he shines his collection of pirate gold.

Anyway, his first comic really was at nineteen and was called Troubled Souls, a series published in Britain in 1989. It spawned a sequel, For a Few More Troubles, and two of the characters ended up finding themselves in another comic of his years later. He also wrote another series for Crisis called True Faith, a satire about his religious childhood, and both started his long career of ruining people’s days. Both comics were eventually attempted to be put together for a graphic novel and got properly shutdown by the Brits, later to be released by DC/Vertigo. After the British invasion (and a run on Judge Dredd), Ennis continued on to American shores and took over as writer for DC/Vertigo’s Hellblazer in the early 90’s. For the second half of his run, he was partnered up with long time collaborator Steve Dillon, and both went on to create the critically-acclaimed Preacher. Thanks to Preacher, Ennis found himself an instant celebrity and began working not only for DC/Vertigo but for Image Comics (The Darkness) and Valiant Comics (Shadowman). From here on out, he was a self-made man.

Ennis went on to create some of the most notable comics in horror, crime, and war tales. Of course, there is his run on The Punisher, in which he took creative control of the character and literally put him through Hell and back. He also wrote for Spider-Man, Ghost Rider, and a Thor comic in which the muscly stud of a God fights zombies. He also revamped DC’s War Stories, each illustrated by a different artist. Ennis, of course, also did (and is doing) his own original comics as well, most notably The Boys, about a group of rogue CIA agents who monitor superheroes and make sure they don’t terrorize the globe with their powers. While that series has ended, his other ongoing series Crossed, about sex crazed zombies, is still going strong. This guy has literally done everything, but his most current works in comic shops now are The Shadow for Dynamite Entertainment, Stitched for Avatar Press, while still making regular appearances in Crossed.

Alright, so I know that’s a lot to take in, let’s just say that he is incredibly busy. In fact, check out his bibliography for the full list of everything he’s done. But I’m telling you, I’m looking at you straight and telling you, this man is amazing. His stories are deep, bizarre, and sometimes, completely whacked out. He writes like a man possessed and never fails to deliver. If you’re a horror fan, you can’t go wrong with Crossed or his Hellblazer run; if you want more crime action, The Punisher and Judge Dredd are good; and if you just feel like insulting Christianity, Wormwood and Preacher are fantastic. There’s even something for the ladies in the form of Jennifer Blood, and War Stories and War is Hell for all you war fanatics! See, a little something for everyone. In fact, he’s got plans to come out with a kids book for your little mouth-breathers, so be sure to grab that one as well. Now, go forth and spread the name of Garth “The Menace” Ennis.

Interview – Actor Zak Kilberg on Midnight Son

Interview conducted by Nia Edwards-Behi

In case you missed it before, read Nia’s interview with Midnight Son director Scott Leberecht.

Midnight Son is a film about a young man who may – or may not – be a vampire, played with wonderful restraint by Zak Kilberg. Kilberg’s angular features make him a perfect fit for the sickly, sun-shy Jacob, who increasingly believes his illness to be less than regular. When bodies start showing up and a nascent relationship proves complicated, Jacob’s problems only deepen.

Kilberg is no stranger to the horror film – you may recognise him from Zombie Strippers, no less – and he kindly agreed to chat with me about Midnight Son.

BAH: Tell us a little about getting involved in the film – did you have to audition for the part, or were you involved at an earlier stage?

ZK: An experienced San Francisco actor I know, David Fine, sent me the link to director Scott Leberecht’s website for the film – I was living in LA at the time. On the site Scott had a synopsis and incredible story boards from the film he had drawn. From exploring the site, I felt an immediate connection to Scott and his vision. I also happened to have an uncanny resemblance to the drawings of the main character, Jacob. I immediately emailed Scott a link to a short film I had just directed and starred in. He sent me the script right away and requested an audition tape which I sent. A month or two later I was in San Francisco for a film festival and came to Scott’s house for a call back. It was perfect timing and he offered me the role the next day.

BAH: What attracted you to the film and to the role of Jacob?

ZK: I was most attracted to the story/script. I felt the role was authentic and realistic. I liked that Jacob was a human being first (vampire second). By adding the vampire layer to everything it felt more real and also like a unique perspective. Also, living in the sometimes emotionally isolating world of Los Angeles myself, I connected with the character emotionally as well in some capacity.

BAH: In approaching the role and then bringing it to life, were you consciously playing Jacob as ‘a vampire’, or just a regular guy who might be suffering from an illness?

ZK: My filmmaking influences are definitely more based in docu-drama and indie realism. I am a huge fan of Cassavetes – specifically the performances in A WOMAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE. Fleck’s HALF NELSON and Akin’s HEAD ON are two other films that inspire me deeply as a filmmaker and actor. My primary intention was to paint a picture of Jacob that felt real. I knew that realness was what separated this story from so many other vampire stories out there. If I could make the character real and relatable (and the million other filmmaking pieces came together as well) then the film would work.

BAH: Were you wary of taking part in a film that might be (unfairly!) grouped together with Twilight, putting you in the ‘romantic lead’ role?

ZK: It’s funny you mention Twilight. I actually had an audition for the lead role of Edward in Twilight several months before I auditioned for Jacob in Midnight Son. When we initially started filming MS, Twilight had not even been released yet, so there was not much consideration for the film at the time. Looking back I feel that MS stands well enough alone as not to be negatively compared to Twilight!

BAH: You and Maya Parish share a wonderful chemistry in the film. Was this something you both worked on or did it just happen naturally?

ZK: Thank you, Nia! Maya did an incredible job as Mary. All of our chemistry evolved very naturally. Maya is an extremely professional and dedicated actress. She was cast as the actress first then later became a producer on the film because she brought so much to the movie.

BAH: What’s it like to act out the more intimate scenes between the two of you, particularly the more awkward ones? Do you ever get self-conscious?

ZK: I did get a bit nervous immediately before we started filming the sex scene. Ultimately I think Maya and I were both just so thrilled to be working on the film that we would have done anything to make it great. We also both had a deep trust and love for Scott. It was an extremely supportive and positive working environment and Scott was great about keeping the set closed for the sexy stuff!

BAH: You’ve acted in a fair few horror films – does the genre appeal to you in particular? If so, what is it that’s appealing about it for you?

ZK: It’s funny, I actually get pretty frightened watching horror films. I always enjoy great scripts of any genre. However, because of their international popularity and marketability, there have always been more opportunities to get involved with genre films as both actor and producer. I’m definitely interested in focusing more on socially relevant content, however I’ll never turn down a good horror project!

BAH: Finally, what are your upcoming projects, and can you tell us a little about them?

ZK: Over the past few years I have taken a step back from auditions and been focused on building my production company SOCIAL CONSTRUCT FILMS. I am definitely still interested in acting and have taken some smaller roles in things I am producing, but my main focus now is in developing content and stories I love and building them from the ground up. We just completed production on our 3rd feature film in 2 1/2 years. We also had a short film at Sundance this year called L TRAIN that was exec produced by Alexander Payne (THE DESCENDANTS) and has qualified for this year’s Academy Award consideration. Two genre features I produced will be released this year, Jay Lee’s ALYCE (Lionsgate UK) w/Tamara Feldman (HATCHET) and James Duval (Donnie Darko), and David Guy Levy’s WOULD YOU RATHER (IFC) w/ Brittany Snow and Sasha Grey. We also recently wrapped production on Ari Gold’s untitled new feature w/ Rory Culkin (SCREAM 4) and Robert Sheehan (MISFITS). Really excited about this one. It’s also happens to be the first “non-genre” film I’ve produced. You can read more about our productions at www.socialconstructfilms.com.

Thank you Nia. It has been a pleasure discussing MIDNIGHT SON with you and all the rest!

Midnight Son will be released on Region 2 DVD on 13th February, from Monster Pictures.

 

 

Interview – Midnight Son director Scott Leberecht

Interview conducted by Nia Edwards-Behi

When was the last time a horror film moved you? When did a horror film last tell you a really good, human story? It doesn’t happen very often, not these days, but it seems to me that with Midnight Son Scott Leberecht has achieved exactly that. It’s been a long time coming (I was lucky enough to see the film at a festival back in April 2011) but Midnight Son is finally hitting DVD in the UK. Scott has been kind enough to spend some time talking about his wonderful film with us.

BAH: Can you tell us a little bit about the inception of the film?

Scott Leberecht: Films like KIDS and GUMMO really influenced me. I saw these movies while working in the field of big-budget visual effects, and started to imagine a documentary-style form applied to ‘Hollywood’ genre films in an effort to raise the bar on realism. I remember daydreaming about how shocking it would be to see hand-held video footage of an alien invasion, or monster attack. M. Night Shyamalan was the first to do it in the movie SIGNS. At the time, the visual grammar was: video=real. News footage, home video, etc., guaranteed the image you were watching was 100% reality. Throw in aliens, dinosaurs, or a giant monster, and your mind will blow. Today this technique is common, but it had much more impact in the late 1990’s.

BAH: Midnight Son stands apart from the current trend for ‘vampire romances’ be it in film, or television, or novels. Were you conscious of how popular the subgenre is when making the film?

SL: We shot MIDNIGHT SON in the summer of 2007. I never set out to make a ‘vampire romance’. The love story in MIDNIGHT SON came as a result of exploring the difficulties any human would experience if they were afflicted with the symptoms of vampirism. I wanted to tell the story of a vampire going through puberty. I figured even the coolest, most powerful, and sexiest vampires had to have an awkward growth spurt at some point in their development.

BAH: There is wonderful chemistry between your two leads. Was this something you worked on, or did it occur naturally between the actors?

SL: The chemistry was totally natural. Zak and Maya had a great connection from the moment they met. I felt so lucky while we were filming!

BAH: Jacob is a very complex character. Even at the film’s end there’s still a question as to whether or not he’s a supernatural being or just suffering from a sickness – is there a definitive answer to this for you? If so, did that impact on the way you made the film?

SL: I think what makes something biological or supernatural is subjective. There are animals that have abilities that would seem completely supernatural if applied to a human being, but they are biological realities. I wanted Jacob’s problems to be a mystery to him and the audience. The origins of our afflictions, be it physical or psychological, are never easy to pinpoint. The most horrifying illnesses are the ones shrouded in mystery. Having no understanding of cause or cure is what I wanted to explore. Most vampire movies have scenes where characters are bitten and the cause of the ‘illness’ is clear. I wanted to explore vampirism as a congenital illness – something that skips generations, but can land on you because of DNA.

BAH: Mary, although ostensibly the film’s ‘love interest’, is a refreshingly complex character. Was it important for you that Mary be as complex and as ambiguous as Jacob?

SL: I needed Mary to have a clear affinity with Jacob. Her ‘shameful addiction’ reflected his pain and made her a fellow freak. They comfort each other, but at the same time, they disgust each other. I think the most passionate attraction is about confronting repressed parts of ourselves. We want to incorporate these ‘naughty parts’ into what we call the ‘self’, but our learned response is to reject it. We are attracted to people that make these parts acceptable. We want to embrace them, but at the same time, we want to reject them. Ultimately, the soul wants integration. We want to believe that our dark parts are just as lovable as our light parts.

BAH: The film’s got a certain hazy look to it that complements the cold brightness of Jacob’s work place as much as it does the warmer, romantic scenes with Mary. Can you tell us a little bit about the process of achieving that look?

SL: We used the harsh florescent light at Jacob’s work location because it fit the cold, isolated mood he was in when at his job. We had more control with the lighting (temperature) in the scenes with Mary, so we deliberately made them warmer, more organic, more comfortable. I think working a job is something that most of us feel is, by nature, inhuman. A job is a place where masks must be worn. Who you truly are is not welcome. Any of us who have to work to pay the rent understand this– where you work forty hours a week is not who you are– it is who you have be to survive.

BAH: Even after repeat viewings the film’s closing sequence without fail leaves a massive, massive grin on my face. The performances, the images, the score and the editing all come together to make one of the most striking and memorable sequences from a recent horror film. Did you realise it was going to turn out quite special when shooting it, and what was it like putting that sequence together?

SL: The last shot of the film was the only one that required a dolly rig. We all strived to make that last shot something that would burn into the memory of the audience as a visual metaphor for the way true love feels: dangerous, passionate, and bloody.

BAH: Finally, what are your upcoming projects, and can you tell us a little bit about them?

SL: I want to continue exploring themes of isolation and shame. I think stories that show characters coming to terms with parts of themselves they hate is the real hero’s journey.

Midnight Son will be released on Region 2 DVD on 13th February, from Monster Pictures. Read Keri and Annie‘s reviews, and read Nia’s interview with the film’s lead actor Zak Kilberg here.

 

The American Mary interview: Katharine Isabelle, Jen Soska & Sylvia Soska

Interview conducted by Ben Bussey

Everything you’ve read is true: the Soska Sisters love to hug. And, good grief, they really hug you. As soon as we were introduced in the Sheffield Showroom Cinema’s green room, just prior to that evening’s screening of American Mary, Jen and Sylvia Soska both darted in my direction and took turns squeezing the almost-literal shit out of me. Truthfully, given my back was a bit stiff from the train, it was just what I needed. (Yes, I said my back. Shut up.) Katharine Isabelle, meanwhile, played it a great deal cooler; a friendly handshake whilst remaining seated was the extent of it, and amicably so.

Also true – Jen and Sylvia Soska are very friendly people. Warm, welcoming, eager to put you at ease – and yes, at least a little bit flirty. Spend a moment in their company and it’s immediately clear why their cult status has mushroomed the way it has, as they’re people you feel better for being in the company of, and the more I watch their films, the more I realise this may also be the secret of their success as filmmakers: a knack for creating characters that audiences enjoy spending time with. Given how we tend to think of the film industry as the proverbial wretched hive of scum and villainy in which back-stabbing is akin to breathing, it’s easy to be suspicious of the Soskas’ über-friendly reputation, and assume it to be part of their game plan for winning over fandom. Perhaps there’s a degree of truth to that… but having been face to face with them, all I can say is if there’s anything fake about their warmth and enthusiasm, then they’re very good indeed at putting on a show. Call me a sucker if you will, but I found them a genuine pleasure to talk to, and I would be more than happy to do so again. 

And no, before anyone says it, I haven’t forgotten about Katharine Isabelle – although, as we touch on later, she does tend to be the less-emphasised party in the American Mary success story. Whether you like the film or not, there can be little question it would not have resonated so widely with festival audiences without so gifted and versatile an actress in the lead, equally adept at conveying the comic, the tragic and the psychotic whilst maintaining a sense of the same character throughout.  Given she’s been in the business a good deal longer than her writer-directors, it’s little surprise she’s a great deal more reserved in person, but no less amiable, and every bit as liable to casually break out the profanities. (When technical difficulties with recording on a borrowed Blackberry compelled me to haphazardly call the device a cunt, all three of them were frankly encouraging.)

Sheffield was the fourth stop in the FrightFest Presents American Mary tour, following shows in London, Edinburgh and Glasgow. The Showroom was not especially packed (whilst awareness of the film within the ‘horror community’ has pretty well reached saturation point, outside of these circles word of mouth still evidently has a way to go), but the bulk of the audience seemed appreciative. I must also confess – and no, this is not the hugs or the mini-dresses talking – that I have warmed to American Mary somewhat with repeat viewings. As of this screening I’ve now seen the film four times, and as such I’m coming to disregard my initial expectations of the film and the extent to which it did/did not reach them, and instead start to accept the film on its own terms, and note the finer details. And, on closer inspection, there are a lot of little details to be seen; quiet set-ups that quietly pay off, underemphasised actions that explain a great deal. A few of these do put my mind at rest regarding certain elements of the film that bothered me, as do some of the answers below (which is not to say there aren’t still things in the film that bother me).

Although I have interviewed the Soskas before via e-mail, I haven’t done much in the way of face-to-face interviews before, so this was a fairly new and ever so-slightly nerve-wracking experience for me, partly out of anxiety that I’d get the twins mixed up – although in fact, they’re not that hard to tell apart in person (for reference, Sylvia’s the one on the left in the top picture) – but also from knowing that I’d have to broach the subject of the overall reaction to their film here at Brutal As Hell. As I should think everyone’s aware by now, Nia absolutely adores American Mary (so much, that one review was never going to be enough), but Steph and myself were not quite so convinced, and Keri’s overall feelings were largely negative. However, once again I needn’t have worried, as it quickly became apparent the Soska Sisters have read pretty much everything we’ve ever written about them: Jen immediately recounted my description of them as a midway point between the Coens and Elvira (which I acted a little coy about, but yes, Jen, you got that exactly right). And, most importantly, they quickly made it clear they don’t mind that we haven’t always been unanimously positive about their work. Even so, I knew I had some relatively tough questions to ask, and whilst the Soska Sisters’ easy-going reputation preceded them, there was more of a question mark over how the more poker-faced Isabelle would react. So, whilst visions of Tarantino versus Guru-Murthy danced in my head, I ventured in… and here’s how it all went down.

Naturally, some American Mary spoilers ahead.

 

(Note: in the transcribing process I may have deleted a few ‘erms,’ ‘sort-ofs’ and ‘y’knows’ from my questions to make myself seem at least vaguely articulate.)

Brutal As Hell: (trying and failing to casually get notes out) I’ve got notes.

(Laughter)

Jen Soska: “Ladies, why are you such cunting fucks?”

BAH: Wha- when did you see this sheet?

(More laughter. Go me.)

BAH: Hello Katharine Isabelle, hello… (attempts to guess – Sylvia whispers her name) Sylvia Soska! Okay, right, I wouldn’t have known that at all, obviously – I mean, I would have known. Ahem.

(More laughs. I’m on a roll.)

BAH: And Jen Soska. Hello.

JS: Hello Ben.

BAH: So first of all, how is life on the road treating you?

Sylvia Soska: We’re like a band. It’s a good thing we like each other, because we could have killed each other by now.

JS: We’re pretty much Led Zeppelin right now.

Katherine Isabelle: Yeah, we’re pretty much Led Zeppelin.

BAH: You haven’t done anything with… fish…?

JS: No, we’re on a very tight schedule. No hookers and blow.

BAH: Excellent. Well, the whole going on tour thing, taking the show out on the road, is something we don’t generally associate with filmmakers so much. It does kind of feed into a perception of you as kind of rock star filmmakers in a way…

SS: Oh, I like that.

BAH: …or celebrity filmmakers.

SS: Well, it’s nice what FrightFest did, because it’s an experience that’s not downloadable. It’s hard to get people to come to the theatres, so when you get to see this three-horse show go out and do whatever it is, and we’re kind of funny, we can be funny…

KI: It’s nice for us to see how each different place reacts to the film when they watch it. That’s interesting for us, I think, and just to see, to meet people – you know, to see their reaction afterwards, and to hear their questions in the Q&A afterwards is enlightening, and there’s always – you always get the same questions, but everywhere we’ve been we’ve had an original question that’s interesting, that’s made us think about stuff that we might not have thought about before.

JS: It’s really awesome for us to be here in the UK, because this is where Dead Hooker in a Trunk first came out, and actually, people like us a lot better here than they like us back home.

KI: Yeah, they get us. They get the humour, which is a big part of American Mary, which isn’t always embraced back home.

JS: I think it’s because it’s like, the laugh-track generation. If they’re not told when to laugh – I bet if we re-released Dead Hooker in a Trunk with a laugh track, then everyone would be like, “ha-ha, it’s funny!”

SS: And I’d just be, like, cutting myself in the back.

BAH: One thing that sometimes gets said about you two in particular is there’s a sense that the film – that you yourselves are promoted more heavily than the film perhaps is. That it’s more your image… I’m particularly interested in your take on this Katharine, as being the more established person with a longer, more illustrious career, and suddenly these two take all the spotlight more or less. Is that an issue, ever…?

KI: Yes. Bitches in my spotlight…

(laughs)

KI: No, I think these girls are geniuses at – I mean, they’re naturally gifted with a brandable image. And I think they’re very, very smart in what they do and how they use that. And they are worth coming to see, just because they are so funny, and they are so smart, and they are so interesting, and they have giant tits…

(More laughs)

JS: Only in this dress.

KI: I know, that dress will give anyone huge tits.

(Note: Jen and Sylvia are both wearing black and white mini-dresses similar to ones worn by Katharine in the film. Further note: I was looking in their eyes the whole time, I swear. Especially if my wife is reading this.)

KI: And I think, like – I think they’re geniuses, and I think that’s not done a lot, especially in the way these two girls are so powerful, and they don’t give a shit. And they’re fascinating to watch and hang out with, that’s why I follow them around, I’m obsessed with them, I love them. Yeah, I think they’re geniuses. I’m, kind of, a lot more shy, and like, “oh, you know, can’t you just, like, watch the movie? Do I have to, like, talk about it?”

(Laughter recommences)

KI: By myself it’s weird. But these guys are amazing at it.

BAH: Okay. Now to – the less pleasant portion of the interview. You see what I did there?

(As if on cue, Sylvia and Jen look at one another, sigh, and stand up as if to remove their tops. This whole exchange might not make sense if you haven’t seen American Mary.)

SS: Starving filmmaker…

JS: You’re not fat under there?

BAH: Well, I don’t have any money to give you…

(A few more laughs. They’re just being polite, I’m sure; that wasn’t one of my better quips.)

BAH: So – the overall reaction to the film, both critically and with fans, has been pretty overwhelmingly positive, I guess, hasn’t it? At Brutal As Hell, as you may or may not be aware, reactions have been a little bit more mixed…

SS: I’ve read all of your reviews.

BAH: You have?

(Note: there was no dread in my voice whatsoever.)

JS: We actually read every review that comes out; the ones that think we’re Jesus in twin form, and the ones that think we should die and that we’re cunt-demons and everyone hates us.

SS: I read every independent blog – I have a thing for my name, her name, the movie, everything, I read every single thing –

(Jen interjects, something I can’t quite make out)

SS: No, I – I did that on Dead Hooker, and I found that the criticisms were that they didn’t like the camerawork, they didn’t like the characters and they didn’t like the plot. And because of that, I wanted the characters to be really in-depth in this, I wanted the camerawork to be awesome, and I wanted the plot to be interesting. And on this one it looks like – I know what people don’t like. I know exactly what they don’t like. So, the next is Bob, so I’m going to take all the lessons learned on this and –

JS: What is it they don’t like?

SS: They don’t like the third act, and there’s some of the characters they don’t like. And our ability to grab so many themes at the same time and put it all… but it’s a learning experience, some people like it and some people don’t. I was asked a lot of time by my producers to make it broader, and take a lot of the things out, and just add more nakedness and… non-thinky-ness, and … you know what, for the maybe ten thousand people that really love it, I don’t want to make a shitty movie for them.

JS: If you try to make everyone happy, you end up making nobody happy, and this film – I think everyone can watch it and enjoy it at a surface level. We try to do that with our films. But the people that it’s really made for – the outcasts, and the people that feel they’ve been kicked a lot – we really catered it for them, particularly the body mod community, and, you know, struggling working girls. It couldn’t have also been for the Dr Grants of the world.

SS: A lot of it also came from personal experiences, and I know that… it gets abstract, and it’s not explained enough, and – it was just something I had to say at this time in my life. The next film is going to be a completely different film, but I’m really happy with how it went, and – you know, I already know what people are going to hate in the new one.

JS: I’m glad you guys, regardless, you say your opinion. There are people who are good friends of mine that hate my movies, hate everything I do, and they’re like, “one day you’re gonna do something good,” and I’m like, “maybe! Who the fuck knows, right?” But I think people are surprised to learn that we’re not put off by the fact that they like our film or don’t like our film. I appreciate the attitude over here a bit more than, say, in Los Angeles, because I’ve had so many people say they love our work, and then I ask them about it and it becomes fucking increasingly evident that they haven’t even seen it. They’re like “oh my god, oh my god!” but it’s just what they’ve seen online. I’d rather someone say, “oh, you know, I thought it was alright.” Okay, we’ll get you on the next one! But – you haven’t written a review for Brutal As Hell have you?

BAH: I didn’t, I didn’t write a review –

JS: You said you were holding your tongue –

(I did as well. You can’t put anything past these guys.)

BAH: I did actually talk about it in my end of year round-up article that I did, and I talked a bit about my mixed feelings toward it there. And – what I would like to do now, if I can, is give you the chance to respond to some of the key criticisms that have been made against the film –

SS: Absolutely.

BAH: – just to get your take on that. Now – we mentioned of course the body mod community, obviously a big part of the whole thing. First of all I’ll admit I have no first-hand knowledge of body mod culture whatsoever, really, but some people have claimed that they feel the representation that is given of it is –

JS: Is a glee-like fashion?

BAH: Sorry?

JS: A glee-like fashion?

BAH: A glee-like fashion?

(This one threw me a little. I’m still not sure if she meant glee as in the emotion or the TV show.)

SS: No, he’s talking about Brutal As Hell stuff – (can’t quite make out what she says. Twin secret code, possibly.)

JS: Oh, no – usually they say we depict them in an unrealistic, one-sided way where they’re always just these wonderful, sweet people.

BAH: I was just going to say as – it being part of this dark, seedy, even criminal underworld. A lot of people I’ve spoken to say they feel that was a bit misrepresentative, that there are a lot of places, a lot of procedures that can be done in fairly open places. Tongue-splitting – there’s somewhere within about half an hour of where I live, I think, where you can have that done.

SS: In Seattle it’s illegal.

BAH: Oh really?

SS: Any procedure… when you use anaesthetic it becomes illegal. In Calgary there’s actually a gentleman who went in to have his penis modified, and brought a friend with him. The procedure went awesome, and he left. His friend told his parents, his parents told the police, the police came to his house, they went through his computer, and they arrested him for his procedures.

BAH: Oh, alright.

SS: It might be a North American thing, and it’s awesome that you guys are way more open-minded here.

(Mike, the nice gentleman from Universal, quietly interjects to let me know I have three minutes – I get slightly flustered and say ‘oh blimey’ as I have loads of questions left.)

JS: We’ll talk faster.

BAH: Well, as far as your claims to normalising it and humanising it somewhat, there are certain elements that might be seen to detract from that a little bit. The fact that Mary uses the surgical procedures as a form of revenge seems in some ways to undermine any sense that you’re promoting it as a healthy thing, body modification.

SS: The people themselves are healthy; the character, Mary herself is deeply flawed. A lot of the time in cinema you see these female characters and they are without flaw. Clive Barker said when he made Pinhead that he didn’t give him a single redeemable quality, and that’s something we went for with Mary. She does adventure in body modification, but she is in no way a good human being who doesn’t do horrible things.

BAH: So as far as her spiral into – descent into a sort of madness whilst going further into the body modification thing –

SS: It’s an examination of her capacity for evil through – (I miss her last few words.)

KI: I think – I mean, if you choose to get a procedure done, that’s your choice. If you are forced to have anything amputated that becomes a form of torture, just like anything else. If it’s up to you, then it’s totally healthy and totally fine if you’re doing it for the right reasons and you’re totally down in why you want to do that, whereas if you’re forced to do anything… if you want eat all day long until you’re morbidly obese, that’s totally fine, you can do that, but if it’s forced on you, that’s incredibly – it’s torture, you know, it’s the same thing, right?

JS: There’s an inclination to make female characters more vulnerable and more forgiving than male characters, and we didn’t want to put that element in Mary. It’s just so force-fed that a woman can’t have so many inclinations toward darkness as a male can. Like when we heard that people were saying that Elizabeth Bathory couldn’t have possibly have committed the murders that she did, because she was a female.

KI: That’s insulting.

SS: We also had Russ Foxx and Elwood Reid from the Church of Body Modification – Russ Foxx was actually a flesh artist himself – and they went through the script and gave us their thoughts on it.

BAH: Okay. The last question I guess I’ve got time for is to talk about the rape. Now this is something that – rape has become a very, very hot topic… that’s probably the wrong way to put it, but for the last year it’s something that’s been talked about a lot in horror, it’s something that people are feeling is often used in an exploitative fashion. Opinions have again been varied as to how it’s used in your film, and how necessary it was. How would you say your use of rape in the film differentiates from how it is in, I don’t know, say V/H/S? Or is there a differentiation there?

JS: I haven’t seen V/H/S yet.

SS: There’s a women’s studies at NYU that looked at rape scenes in cinema, and said that they’re usually done to be sexually gratifying for the male audience. You see breasts, you see penetration, you see legs, you hear slapping noises during the sex part. For us, I wanted to make it as horrific as possible, so most of it is focussed on her face and his face, just so you can see the real horror of the situation. She does something very unspeakably evil to Grant, and I wanted to make sure that what happened to her did show her whole deterioration and how horrific it was, but at the same time I wanted what she did to be even worse, because a lot of the time – you make a woman mad, you do one thing and she comes back with, your cat’s dead. And I wanted to have that explored in the film.

KI: I think, when you said, like, is that rape totally necessary; I really don’t think rape is ever necessary, in any way. I mean, shit fucking happens, it happens all the time. I mean, whether you choose to use that or not in your film is one thing, but it’s a daily reality for women in the world. So to say whether it’s necessary or not is kind of a redundant question, it’s never necessary?! I don’t know!

Unfortunately that was all we had time for, meaning I didn’t get to ask a few of the thornier questions I had planned, and (following more hugs) I was whisked away; but here are a few tidbits gleaned from the post-screening Q&A:

– The rape scene was considerably more traumatic for actor David Lovgren than it was for Katharine Isabelle.

– Sylvia Soska admitted to knowingly including two body mods which are not accurate; the heart-shaped nipples shown in the film are in fact tattoos, and the arm swap operation (as pointed out by Keri) would in fact be a much more complex procedure requiring a much larger team. But they felt they had to include an arm swap, as their initial inspiration for what became the film started from an April Fool’s story about twins surgically exchanging arms.

– Isabelle has no fears about being typecast in evil bitch roles, as good girls are “boring twats.”

– Jen and Sylvia Soska are confident their cliterectomy scene beats Antichrist hands down.

The FrightFest Presents American Mary tour continues with shows at Bristol Watershed on 16th Jan, Brighton’s Dukes at Komedia on the 17th, and a second show at London’s Prince Charles Cinema on the 18th.

Universal release American Mary to DVD and Blu-ray on 21st January.

 

The Direct to Video Death of Hellraiser


By Oliver Longden

Horror franchises fade and die just like other organisms. What starts off as a vibrant exciting premise winds up puking and shitting itself to death in abject confusion while the rest of society does their best to ignore it like an embarrassing relative in a nursing home. Rarely has this been more true than with the Hellraiser franchise which starts with a film of unique and uncompromising vision and ends a senile dog desperately in need of being put down with a hammer.

Hellraiser is one of the best horror movies of all time. It has been hugely influential and despite featuring some of the most horrifying eighties hairdos ever committed to tape it still has the power to both shock and arouse even in these jaded times. A young woman becomes trapped in a deadly game with the otherworldly Cenobites, sadomasochistic voyagers to the limits of sensation. Three sequels were made, none of which could hold a candle to the original movie. The last, Hellraiser: Bloodlines, was a such an artistic failure that the director refused to put his name to it, insisting on being credited with a pseudonym. That was in 1996 and it felt like Hellraiser had creatively run its course and been put to bed. One great film, three indifferent sequels. Enough good stuff to make the fancy boxed set worth buying if you saw it cheap.

This article is about what happened next, and about how greed and cynicism contrived to produce a sequence of direct to video sequels that took whatever residual good feeling the Hellraiser franchise evoked and proceeded to metaphorically shoot it in the face five times while its metaphorical family watched in horror. Five more movies all released direct to video, and all more or less travesties that serve only to illustrate what a wretched creative business the movie industry can be.

Hellraiser: Inferno came out in 2000. It set the template for future installments by completely ignoring the established Hellraiser canon and by not bothering to feature the main series antagonists for more than a few minutes. This is because, like most of the direct-to-video sequels, Hellraiser: Inferno was made by taking an existing script and crudely stitching in a few Cenobite references in the hope of making a few extra bucks from the horror franchise completists. What results is a desperately mediocre film about a corrupt police officer investigating a series of brutal crimes. As his investigation grows deeper more and more bizarre things happen, reality itself seems to fall apart and he must ultimately confront his own complicity in the events that have led up to the beginning of the movie. At the end of the film Pinhead pops up briefly (in a fashion reminiscent of a Scooby Doo villain being unmasked) to deliver a convoluted explanation as to why nothing you have seen makes any sense. The explanation turns out to be one those Twilight Zone twist endings that only seem clever if you’ve been repeated punched in the face with a fistful of tranquilisers. It turns out the main character was in hell all along! It’s a deeply un-inspiring film that comes across as a pallid tribute to John Carpenter’s vastly superior In the Mouth of Madness. The saddest thing about it is, shoddy though it is, this is still probably the best of the direct-to-video sequels.

Hellraiser: Hellseeker (2002) marks the first time Rick Bota directed for the franchise. He would go on to direct two further installments in 2005. His approach is best described as workmanlike. It’s hard to be too down on him given the excremental quality of the three scripts he has to work with, but he comes from a TV background and it shows in the blandness with which all of his Hellraiser films are shot. Hellraiser: Hellseeker has one big draw which is the return of Kirsty from the original movie. Don’t get too excited however, she barely appears in the film, much like the Cenobites who are once again reduced to a minor cameo. This is another below average script trapped in development hell that was given a zombie-like semblance of life by the injection of some half-hearted Hellraiser references. Thematically it’s very similar to its immediate predecessor with the plot involving a man trying to find out what happened to his wife as he battles amnesia, and a screenwriter who hates the audience. The film is filled with idiotic plot twists and people behaving in exactly the way that no one in the real world actually behaves. Once again Pinhead appears at the end to inform you that all the moronic guff that irritated the hell out of you as you watched the film was put in deliberately. They were there because of a massive twist – the character was actually in hell all along! This is known as the M. Night Shyamalan manoeuvre and it never works. Explaining that you’ve been deliberately trying to get the audience to think that a movie was an incoherent shitfest filled with continuity errors and things that make no sense doesn’t make you clever. It makes you a cunt.

Hellraiser: Deader and Hellraiser: Hellworld were both shot back to back in 2005, largely in Eastern Europe. Hellraiser: Deader is the story of a journalist sent to investigate a weird cult that appears to be killing people and bringing them back from the dead. It features a small role from British TV staple Marc Warren who acts as though he’s been kidnapped and forced to be in the movie against his will. The journalist (Kari Wuhrer, an old hand at this sort of nonsense) gets sucked into the cult leader’s plan to control the Cenobites. This apparently involves reality itself breaking down because that is what happens in Hellraiser films now. At the end Pinhead makes his mandatory five minute cameo to once again explain what was happening (most of the film was a drug fuelled hallucination which does at least make a change from everyone being in hell but still sucks). It doesn’t make much sense because, as you may already have guessed, the script wasn’t originally a Hellraiser script. There’s the bones of an interesting film in struggling and failing to get out of Hellraiser: Deader. Ironically, it would have been a lot more interesting shorn of its tenuous Hellraiser connection. Also if you don’t see the twist coming by this point you may need to check that you haven’t had a massive stroke during the course of the film.

Hellraiser: Hellworld is the worst film I’ve seen in a good long time and represents an astonishing nadir in franchise. A group of friends go to a party hosted for fans of Hellworld, a MMORPG based on Hellraiser because in this film the Hellraiser films only exist as films. One of their friends died from playing the MMORPG because that’s totally a thing that can happen. This is one of those tiresome films that thinks breaking the fourth wall is clever. It was quite clever when Wes Craven did it in New Nightmare, but it’s old hat in 2005. Once the four friends arrive at the party they are quickly separated by the host (Lance Henriksen, who seems almost as bored as the audience) and then weirdness abounds. The teens, all about as likeable as a bout of Norovirus, are killed off by Pinhead and his chums in depressingly humdrum fashion, eschewing the gruesome S&M hooks and chains in favour of using whatever seems to be handy. The Cenobites have finally been reduced to sub-Vorhees slasher villains in the kind of middle of the road teen horror fare that would have been considered a below par Friday the 13th sequel. It’s that bad. Eventually it’s revealed that the whole thing was a set up by the host and that most of the film was a drug fuelled hallucination. The Cenobites weren’t real! They were drugs all the time! This is clearly the worst twist since the twist in the last three Hellraiser films. This crappy haunted house movie is the Hellraiser sequel where it’s most obvious that the script had nothing to do with Hellraiser at all. The fact that it’s a bottom of the barrel direct-to-video horror film that still feels it can somehow afford to look down on people who play online games is just the crowning turd perched neatly atop a whole heap of other, much more massive turds. Hellraiser: Hellworld more or less killed off the franchise. Everything went very quiet until 2011 when another film quietly squirmed out into the world with all the fanfare you might expect from a nasty fart.

Hellraiser: Revelations was made for even more shockingly mercenary and creatively bankrupt reasons than the four films that preceded it. This is no small accomplishment. It pensions off Doug Bradley who had appeared in all eight previous films, largely from a twisted sense of obligation to the character, and replaces him with a rather fatter Pinhead who looks like he should be much jollier than he actually is. Hellraiser: Revelations is an incredibly cheap film that comes across more like a bunch of fans getting together to play dress up than an actual film. It’s an ignominious end to the franchise that was apparently made solely to hang onto the rights to the Hellraiser property. The weird thing is that Revelations is the only direct-to-video sequel that actually feels thematically like a proper Hellraiser story, since it’s the only one that was written specifically as a Hellraiser film. It’s about two friends who go on a bender to Tijuana and come across the box that acts as a portal to the realm of the Cenobites. They disappear but some months later one of the boys reappears at the family home. He has escaped from the Cenobites and returned to the world wearing his friend’s skin and determined to do whatever it takes to avoid being returned to the realm of pain and torment the Cenobites call home. All the classic images from Hellraiser are there and, despite the appalling quality of the film-making, I actually like Hellraiser: Revelations much more than all four of the films that had come before. It has the crazy gay S&M vibe that was so powerful in the original movie and, like the original, it is a story about obsession and the selfish pursuit of ever more extreme pleasures. Even better, at no point during the narrative does it turn out that everything was a hallucination. Anyone who cares about production values or acting is going to hate this film, but I have to confess that there were moments when I almost enjoyed it.

There are still rumours that a remake of Hellraiser may actually make its way to the big screen some time in the next couple of years, but with the project currently completely stalled there is at least the possibility that Hellraiser: Revelations may be the last cowpat to be flung at the screen in the hope of wringing ever smaller amounts of pocket change from the diehard fans. Clive Barker is still producing comics set in the Hellraiser universe, and these are significantly more interesting than anything the series has committed to celluloid in the last twelve years. Franchises rarely end on a high note, but few have subjected to the kind of unrelenting tsunami of shit that Clive Barker’s visionary 1987 horror masterpiece has had to endure. Is Hellraiser: Revelations the end of the line? We can only hope.

A Year in Horror – Steph’s 2012 Round-Up

By Stephanie Scaife

In a year brimming with Dark Knights, Avengers and Hobbits, not to mention the impending (if ultimately anticlimactic) apocalypse that was supposed to befall us last month I feel that 2012 has been a pretty weak year for us horror fans, where there have been far too many films eliciting nothing more than a slight “meh” upon viewing. In fact I gave up trying to write a top ten as I couldn’t actually think of ten genre films I’d seen this year that I liked enough, although I feel that I should say that I haven’t seen Berberian Sound Studio, Sightseers or Antiviral yet, all of which I have pretty high expectations of. So without further ado, I bring you my likes, dislikes, those in-between and what I’m looking forward to in the year ahead…

My Top Films of 2012

Killer Joe

My reviewBen’s review.

Killer Joe was an easy choice as my favourite film of the year, and I absolutely loved how unashamedly sleazy and violent this southern fried neo-noir from veteran filmmaker William Friedkin is. I can see why it was divisive – any film where Gina Gershon is introduced naked from the waist down won’t be to everyone’s tastes – but for me Killer Joe was unrivalled in 2012 for its humour, style and excesses.

The Raid

Ben’s reviewKeri’s review.

Turns out my favourites of the year were all about being as excessive as possible; where Killer Joe had sleaze, The Raid brought us unrelenting, no holds barred violence for a solid 90 minutes. This Indonesian film directed by Welshman Gareth Evans seemed to come out of nowhere and became a true word of mouth success. By showcasing the Indonesian martial art of pencak silat The Raid proves that no amount of CGI and clever camera work can be a patch on the real deal; you seriously wouldn’t want to mess with any of these guys!

Looper

My review.

Rian Johnson’s Looper wins the award for being perhaps the most original mainstream genre film released in 2012. It also only works if you can completely suspend your disbelief for 2 hours, as it falls into many of the plot pitfalls associated with tackling time travel on film. That said, in a world where we’re treated to endless remakes, reboots and prequels, it’s genuinely refreshing to have something completely different, and with its fantastic cast, irreverent plot, and an ending that shifts the whole thing into straight up horror territory, it well and truly deserves a mention.

The Hunter

My review.

I saw this strange and haunting film on a flight and in my valium-induced state I thought I’d perhaps imagined some of it as the plot is pretty much bonkers, but after revisiting it on blu-ray I realised that no, this really is a film about Willem Dafoe hunting Tasmanian tigers. Although it’s perhaps a stretch to class this as a genre film, as it is pretty much a straight-up thriller, The Hunter does however have an uncanniness about it that ensures it’s not out of place on the pages of BAH. Criminally underseen, I’d urge you to seek out a copy of The Hunter.

Midnight Son

Annie’s reviewKeri’s review.

Just when you think nothing new can be done with the vampire genre something pops up and surprises you. Very much in the vein of Romero’s Martin, Midnight Son takes a more human approach to the genre and works all the better for it. This ultra low budget indie film uses its small cast and limited locations to great effect and it turn creates something claustrophobic, frightening and ultimately very moving. A romance at heart, but Twilight this ain’t.

What I’m Undecided On

American Mary

My reviewNia’s review.

This film was a bit like marmite at BAH, but for me I’m still undecided. I have great admiration for the Soskas and their work but for me American Mary was, just slightly, too much style over substance. Katharine Isabelle and Tristan Risk are absolutely fab in their roles and I love the fact that this is a truly original piece of work but upon reflection I think I desperately wanted to like this film a whole lot more than I did in reality. Still, I’m eager to see what the twins do next as they are undeniably a force to be reckoned with.

Detention

Dustin’s review.

Detention is a weird one, and although many will have seen this in 2011, it didn’t get its official release until 2012 so I’m counting it here. The thing about this movie is that I genuinely have no idea whether it’s the most irritating film ever made or a work of pure genius. The good is that it’s completely and utterly bonkers and clearly doesn’t give anything close to a shit regarding coherency and plot; it’s anarchic, fast-paced and unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The bad is that it may as well have been named Hipster: The Movie as it’s so painfully self aware and nostalgic for the 90s that frankly, it just made me feel old.

The Worst of 2012

Excision

Tristan’s review.

I just didn’t get this film at all and despite the great cast (usually John Waters is reason enough to watch anything) I found almost nothing to like here. The otherwise generally very positive reception it received confused me greatly, did we all really see the same film?! I found it vapid, the characters unlikeable and the fantasy sequences seemed like the work of a green behind the ears film school graduate working on their first music video.

Cabin in the Woods

My review.

This was another one that was heaped with praise that invoked little more than indifference followed by mild annoyance from me. It was just trying so hard to be clever that I found it bordering on smug and the ending was a complete and utter let down.

Prometheus

My review.

I mean, really? What a colossal and incoherent disappointment that was. Even without the likes of Alien to live up to if taken at face value as a stand-alone sci-fi film this was dire. The characters’ motives were all over the place, not to mention their actions borderline stupid, and the whole religious allegory, meaning of life nonsense was eye wateringly dull. Even Michael Fassbender couldn’t save it.

What I’m Looking Forward to in 2013

The Nymphomaniac – Lars Von Trier’s new laugh-a-minute comedy caper (or at least that’s what I’m assuming) starring the always fabulous Charlotte Gainsbourg.

Only Lovers Left Alive – Jim Jarmusch’s foray into the Vampire genre starring the exquisite Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston as her lover and vamp muso who spans the centuries primarily within the New York underground music scene. Sounds pretty fucking amazing.

Only God Forgives – Nicholas Winding Refn’s crime thriller starring his muse Ryan Gosling and Kristin Scott Thomas as a brutal mafia ringleader. Colour me intrigued…

Byzantium – Neil Jordan’s return to the vampire genre staring Gemma Arterton and Saoirse Ronan as a mother daughter bloodsucking team.

Under the Skin – Jonathan Glazer’s adaptation of Michel Faber’s bizarre novel about an alien, transformed by surgery to make her look like a beautiful human, who trawls the streets of Scotland looking for hitchhikers.

 

A Year in Horror: Ben on 2012 – Best, Worst & In-Between

By Ben Bussey

Ha! Still here! Suck it, Mayans/New Age fuckwits!

And I’m glad of it, as it means we’re free to reflect on the year behind us, and – no joke – what an outstanding year 2012 has been for genre cinema. Normally I get a bit anxious doing these end-of-year things, and struggle to come up with enough films that really, truly made an impression; certainly, I’m nowhere near as enthusiastic now as I was for some of the films I listed in 2010 and 2011. But this year – wow. At the risk of getting ahead of myself, I really do think 2012 has been one for the ages. Regular readers will have noticed we’ve had a quite a few 25th anniversary retrospectives at BaH this past year, as 1987 was a hell of a year for horror and genre films in general which have stood the test of time: RoboCop, Hellraiser and The Lost Boys, to name but a few. I can’t help feeling that in years to come, cult film fanatics will look back on 2012 in much the same way. I really do think it’s been that good. (That’s even taking into account that, as ever, I’ve still yet to see some of the year’s more noted films: Sinister, Harold’s Going Stiff and Antiviral, for instance.)

In putting this rambling piece together, I’ve obviously aimed to fit in my own favourites, but also to reflect the diversity of the year’s content. Although horror remains the name of the game for the most part, not every pick here strictly belongs to the genre, though they all remain at the dark end of the scale; and just to demonstrate that good movies can come in all shapes and sizes, there are even – whisper it – a found footage movie and a remake amongst them. To balance things out, I’ve also included a couple of near misses (films I almost loved, but ultimately didn’t) and also a few of what I consider the year’s absolute worst, because even in a bumper crop there are always a few bad apples. Anyway, that’s enough preamble; we’ll be here long enough as it is…

TOP TEN

10. Absentia

My reviewKayley’s review.

2012 was not short on high profile ghost movies – The Woman in Black, The Pact, Sinister – but in the midst of these, Absentia wound up getting brushed under the carpet. A real shame, because to my mind it’s the year’s most effective supernatural chiller. It also stands as firm proof that shooting on a microbudget need not be a problem for filmmakers, so long as they have the most vital elements in place: a great script, and great actors. Hopefully writer/director Mike Flanagan won’t be waiting too long for his day in the sun as his hotly-tipped follow-up Oculus is currently in production and set to hit screens in 2013; but don’t neglect to see Absentia first. Oh, and I can’t stress enough that this is one horror movie which absolutely should not be judged by its horrendous DVD cover.

9. Berberian Sound Studio

My review.

This was never going to be a film to all tastes. Lynchian in its weirdness and Kubrickian in its cold sense of detachment, with very little in the way of conventional narrative and an almost clinical emphasis on the mechanics of film sound effects, Berberian Sound Studio is certainly not your average, everyday horror film. As such, it doesn’t really surprise me that a lot of horror sites absolutely slated it, but to dismiss Peter Strickland’s film simply on the basis of feeling alienated is, I think, to miss the point, and a great deal else. No, it doesn’t make for the easiest viewing, but it forces the audience to contemplate its relationship with film in a truly unique, fascinating and unorthodox way. Give it a chance, be prepared to put a bit of work in, and you may find yourself rewarded.

8. Chronicle

If there’s one film I regret not covering at BaH this year, it’s this one. While it was primarily sold as a revisionist superhero movie, this tale of how three high school boys are affected by suddenly developing superpowers is a hard-edged affair that really pushes the boundaries of the PG-13 (indeed, the BBFC bumped it up to a 15). While the certificate may demand it holds back just a little as far as the violence and language go, the film is nonetheless unflinching in its portrayal of bullying and domestic abuse, and how these can impact a vulnerable soul. The performances are excellent across the board, particularly the tortured central turn from Dane DeHaan, and that finale – holy shit. As someone remarked to me on Twitter (apologies, I forget who), it’s just as well the planned live-action Akira is dead in the water, as Chronicle pretty well renders it redundant – and I daresay it gives the Carrie remake a little more to live up to. And, yes, this film demonstrates that, in the right hands, found footage can still work.

7. Maniac

My review.

Not many readers are likely to have seen this one just yet, and I must say I’m pleased I was able to see it at this year’s FrightFest as – although I must stress I have nothing to support this – I get the sneaky suspicion it may be the first high-profile victim of the BBFC’s renewed tough stance on ‘sexual and sadistic violence.’ While I don’t expect it to be banned outright, I wouldn’t be the least bit shocked if some cuts are made. The subject matter alone – crazed loner who gets sexual gratification from scalping women – is going to immediately push all the right/wrong buttons; factor in that it’s shot almost entirely in POV and we could be in serious trouble. But it would be a damn shame if the film does not end up being seen by a wider audience just as the filmmakers intended. Quite apart from being a harsh, uncompromising and thought-provoking film, it does what all the best remakes should do: it brings something truly distinct in its approach to the source material.

6. ParaNorman

Yes, it’s a PG-rated animation. It’s also beyond a shadow of a doubt one of the very best horror films of the year. My being a parent might factor into this just a little, but – even though I love my gore, tits, and rude words – I don’t see there’s any reason why a horror movie can’t work in a family friendly format. The old Universals still get the job done, don’t they? And as I’ve long since declared, The Monster Squad is my favourite film of all time, so it’s no small matter when I say ParaNorman is quite possibly the finest kiddie-horror film that has been made since. It’s every bit as affectionate a tribute to the golden age of the video nasty as any neo-grindhouse film you might mention; if you’re not won over by the opening VHS zombie movie sequence alone, then you might as well forget it. Quite apart from being full to the brim with winks to the fandom, it’s well plotted, brilliantly paced, and incredibly good fun. Those with young ‘uns can revel in sharing it with them; those without will still have plenty to enjoy.

5. The Cabin in the Woods

Steph’s review.

It’s rare indeed for a big-budget studio horror movie to make bold proclamations about subverting expectation and genre convention, and to actually succeed in doing so. The real masterstroke of Drew Goddard and Joss Whedon’s film is that it not only manages to do this without lapsing into Scream-esque self-referential smugness, but also that it provides something that’s totally accessible and entertaining for a mass audience, whilst giving hardcore horror fans a particular thrill. Welcome reassurance that not all studio horror has to end up market-researched and screen-tested into sterile, inoffensive ball-lessness. Refreshing indeed, and great fun.

4. [REC]³: Génesis

Nia’s review  – Marc’s review.

Did somebody mention fun…? It’s the buzzword for me this year. I can’t overstate how glad I am to see the past decade’s prevailing mood of misery floating away from the genre, in favour of lighter-hearted, energetic horror of the sort that so many of us grew up on. There’s no better example of that in 2012 than [REC]³. Some may bemoan its shift in tone and style from the previous [REC] films, but frankly they need to lighten up. (Yes, that means you too, Patterson!) This film offers up some of the best laugh-a-minute, thrill-a-minute gory action we’ve seen in years, and – in Leticia Dolera’s Clara – the most iconic horror heroine in I don’t know how long. Wonderful.

3. Some Guy Who Kills People

My review – Annie’s review.

Fun remains high on the agenda here, but with a hefty dose of emotional content into the mix. Talk about defying expectations: from the title and premise, this is a film you’d be forgiven for expecting to be bleak, miserable, mean-spirited and formulaic. It’s anything but. Some Guy Who Kills People proves you can be sensitive without being sentimental; that you can be optimistic without sugar-coating everything; that you can confront the dark side without drowning in it; and you don’t need a shitload of money to get it all done. Worthy lessons for all filmmakers, not just those who make horror; indeed, worthy lessons for all human beings, if I may be so bold. Feel-good horror need not be a contradiction in terms.

2. John Dies at the End

My review.

No other film this year caught me unawares quite the way this one did. Again, it’s a film that so easily might not have worked based on the premise: it sounds like a Scott Pilgrim variation on Ghostbusters. In fact, that’s not too bad an analogy. But thanks to Don Coscarelli’s assured direction and sharp, witty script (from David Wong’s novel), and excellent performances all around, John Dies at the End is one of most thoroughly enjoyable films in a year not short on enjoyable films. Gloriously bizarre and funny as fuck, with an agreeably lax attitude toward genre convention. We could do with more films following such a mindset.

1. The Raid

My review – Keri’s review.

I’ve pondered long and hard over naming this my number one. While we at Brutal As Hell pretty much embrace all forms of ‘extreme’ cinema, we’re still first and foremost a horror site, so it feels a little incongruous for me to name a non-horror film my top pick of the year. But what can I say: The Raid is a bona fide cinematic landmark that truly took my breath away. By boiling down the action movie to its bare essentials, and not shying away from the inevitable brutality of a kill-or-be-killed scenario, Gareth Evans’ film is as unnerving as it is exhilarating, and every bit as savage as the most full-on horror movie. But it’s not just about the viscera; by contrast with a lot of high-octane beat-‘em-up flicks, it doesn’t skimp out on an intellectual or emotional level either, not content to confine itself to the standard black and white, good guy-bad guy formula. It’s this injection of heart, soul and intelligence, refreshingly free of the sentimentality that sours many a John Woo movie, which really makes The Raid stand above the pack. It sets a new standard not only for action cinema, but extreme cinema overall.

Honourable mentions: Sleep Tight, The Pact, Juan of the Dead, Dredd, Father’s Day, The Devil’s Business, Sightseers, Killer Joe, We Are the Night, Screaming in High Heels, Eurocrime, Blood Car

(Oh, and they’re really not relevant here, but The Avengers and The Muppets kicked arse. Just saying.)

***

NEAR MISSES

Now, to the close-but-no-cigar movies. As ever there have been plenty of films this year that have left me feeling distinctly underwhelmed, including some which others had raved about – notably Excision and V/H/S – but for me, two films in particular stand as having come very close to greatness, but bearing flaws too deep to overlook. I didn’t review either of them at the time, so I’ve gone a bit more in-depth on these, in order to really explore why I was conflicted on both; subsequently, I do get into moderate spoilers.

Red State

Kevin Smith came so close to redeeming himself. So close.

Has any director fallen from grace with critics and fans as spectacularly and publicly as Smith these last few years? I won’t deny I’ve taken it all to heart, as the man played such a key role in developing my interest in film and fandom in general as a teenager, and to see him turn up his nose in such an ugly fashion at the very people who put him where he is today… grr. No, I will not let this turn into another venomous anti-Smith rant; there are enough of those online already. But I can’t deny that divorcing his public persona from his film work has become increasingly difficult.

This being the case, I went into Red State not wanting to hate it, but fully prepared to do so. I was very pleasantly surprised, then, to see how effective the film is for the most part. There was never much doubt that the likes of Michael Parks and John Goodman would give anything less than exemplary performances, but a bigger question mark hung over whether Smith could make the transition from his signature broad comedy to the kind of edgy, topical drama he intended here. Again, for the most part he was indeed successful, however – biggest shocker of all – the direction was also up to scratch, the action sequences shot in a highly effective Saving Private Ryan style with real grit and punch. No way would you think this was the handiwork of the same core team behind the notoriously primitive-looking Askewniverse saga, but Smith as director and editor, and in particular David Klein as cinematographer, have clearly learned a thing or two over the years. It’s almost enough to make me sorry Smith has declared this his penultimate film. Almost.

However, for every stroke of brilliance in Red State, there’s something shoddy and amateurish waiting around the corner to scupper it. As most reviews have noted, the shift from religious cult horror to gun-crazy siege thriller is sudden, jarring and lacking in credibility. Likewise the script doesn’t always gel: Michael Parks’ masterfully delivered, hate-filled sermon may enthral, but then you have such horrendous lines as a school teacher describing Parks’ hate preacher as “nucking futs” to her class, and a Government suit in the final scene deadpanning “Patriot Act, bitch.” And why, when Smith has long since openly declared the film to be an attack on the Westboro Baptist Church, does his script make direct reference to the WBC and distance them from the fictional church of this film? A little disingenuous, don’t you think? But the biggest offence of all: that literal deus ex machina ending. Okay, so he didn’t want to go the predictable Wild Bunch bloodbath route; fine. But that was the best he could come up with? Really?

What makes this sting the most is that these are all minor issues that could easily have been fixed via a judicious re-write. But this writer-director, as he has long since made clear, considers himself above such matters; and sadly, such control freaks don’t stop to consider that their vision might not be impeccable after all. Oh well; Kevin Smith hasn’t learned his lesson yet, and he clearly isn’t about to. But if he does indeed only have one film left (which frankly I doubt, given his history of making bold proclamations and later reneging on them), it’s not something worth dwelling on.

So – from the work of a cult writer-director superstar on the way out, to that of a cult writer-director superstar duo on the way in…

American Mary

Here comes the trickiest part. Brutal as Hell has kind of a special relationship with American Mary, given that our own Nia gave the film its very first review, making her the first voice in an ever-expanding chorus loudly singing its praises. As Keri remarked after Abertoir 2012, there was no way we could go in without high expectations; she came out very disappointed. As for myself…

When I first saw Dead Hooker in a Trunk I was reminded of Rob Zombie’s House of 1000 Corpses. Both are films whose principal strength, yet also greatest impediment, was over-ambition; both announced their debutante directors as distinct and powerful voices, rich in ideas but perhaps in need of a bit more discipline; but in any case, both films were clearly the work of filmmakers who showed considerable promise, even if they had yet to live up to their full potential.

I feel exactly the same way about Jen and Sylvia Soska after seeing American Mary.

There’s so much about this film that really, really works. It has a fine premise, and a fascinating subject matter which has not been widely explored in film. It crafts an interesting story world, rich with seedy glamour, and populates it with intriguing characters, helped considerably by a truly first-rate cast bringing those characters to life, the excellent Katharine Isabelle and Tristan Risk in particular. But so many of those strengths are sold short by a meandering narrative in which long, relatively uneventful stretches are punctuated by sudden violence; and that which might have been innovative is de-emphasised in favour of overfamiliar plot devices, and underdeveloped story strands that go nowhere.

My biggest complaint might seem a little strange given the nature of this site, but… I really feel American Mary should not have tried to be a horror movie. The premise lends itself to a character-based black comedy, and the film is at its best when it follows those lines, charting the bemused Mary’s initiation into the body modification world. However, Tristan Risk’s endearing Betty Boop-alike Beatress aside, body modifiers themselves are surprisingly not all that prominent in the action. Instead, the emphasis is shifted to a revenge story which frankly feels utterly out of place, and a major concession to cliché. Just because this is the work of female writer-directors does not change the fact that using rape to give the protagonist a reason to seek bloody retribution is a stale, not to mention distasteful device. It smacks of a misplaced desire to shock, and ultimately having Mary use her new skills for vengeance only serves to undermine the film’s claim to normalise body modification. The ending exacerbates this; clearly they felt they had to go out on a grim note, but to my mind it just doesn’t feel like a natural conclusion. And as for Jen and Sylvia Soska’s extended cameo: the best we can say about that is, by comparison, Tarantino’s scenes in Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction don’t seem quite so narcissistic anymore. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Hitchcock would have been fine, but to literally stop and make themselves the stars of the movie for about five minutes as the Soskas do here was, I feel, a serious error of judgement.

To continue the Rob Zombie analogy, the Soska Sisters have made their Devil’s Rejects now; a second film that may not have won over everyone, but has without doubt set the international horror community ablaze with debate. Those it has won over are well and truly seduced, but even those who it has left cold cannot deny its strengths, and – again – the potential for greater work to come. Now, let’s just hope the third Soska Sisters film isn’t a Halloween…

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WORST OF THE WORST

I don’t want to dwell too much on the stuff that sucked in 2012; better to accentuate the positive, and so forth. Even so, allow me to name and shame my bottom 5 of the year, before well and truly laying into the absolute shittiest horror film of 2012:

5. The Reverend. Misconceived on just about every level, guilty of the mortal sin of not being anywhere near as smart as it thinks it is. (My review here.)

4. Paura 3D. Nicely shot, but that’s it; overall, it’s lazy, lame-brained, misogynistic tripe, emblematic of everything that’s bad about torture porn. (More in my FrightFest report.)

3. Piranha 3DD. The original was fun shit; this is just shit shit. Potentially the worst mainstream horror film ever to get a wide theatrical release. (Full review here.)

2.The Inside. Oh, deja va – was I just saying something about lazy, lame-brained, misogynistic tripe, emblematic of everything that’s bad about torture porn…? Add everything that’s wrong with found footage, and we’re getting warm. (Again, more in my FrightFest report at the link above.)

Wow – it must have been a monumental turd to be worse than any of those, eh? Well, it certainly is:

1. Strippers vs. Werewolves

How bad is this film? Well… did you see a review of it here at BaH? No, you did not. And do you know why? None of us could work up the willpower to write it up. Strippers vs. Werewolves is the embodiment of all that is wrong with indie horror in Britain today. If they’d put a fraction of the effort they put into the PR into the film itself, we might not have so much to complain about. From the obviously titillating title and premise and the cast littered with fan favourites and tabloid magnets, it’s a thoroughly contrived attempt to garner instant cult status. But the film itself utterly fails on every level: it’s painfully unfunny, terribly shot, badly paced, badly written, badly acted – and biggest crime of all, it doesn’t even deliver on its basic sales points. The werewolves are among the most pathetic make-up creations this side of Troll 2, and the strippers DON’T FUCKING STRIP. To quote John Lydon – ever feel like you’ve been cheated? Falling short of high ambition is excusable; outright apathy is unforgivable, not to mention indicative of contempt for the very people whose money you’re after. Give the audience what they paid for, or go fuck yourself.

So that’s 2012 done with. An eventful year all around, and not short on incident for film fans; and while there’s been as much crap as ever, I’d say the highs have outweighed the lows by a comfortable margin. And hey, we’ve got through the end of the Mayan calendar okay, so I should hope we’ll be cool with whatever 2013 has in store.

 

Manga-mania! Horror Manga that Needs to Get Translated

By Comix

I don’t think I need to tell you that Japan is chock full of comics. I mean, just an outrageous amount of comics. From convenience stores to bus stations to comic cafes, you can literally spend your entire day reading the things and still accomplish everything you need to do. With manga hitting the US/European shores like so much tsunami refuge, it’s a wonder that there is anything left to translate for world readers. Well, let me tell you sir, the horror manga genre is still in desperate need of filling. My previous reviews of Junji Ito, Kazuo Umezu, Suehiro Maruo and others is literally the tip of the iceberg of what Japan is pumping out of its terror filled veins. There are creators that go so deep into horror it defies convention, with art ranging from slow-burning eeriness to over the top gore and stories that, honestly, freak me out. I mean, I’m looking over my shoulder for ghosts to come rip my guts out of my mouth, that’s how creepy they can get.

Though it might be many a day before any of these comics see a true adaption, I’m hoping maybe someone who works for a company that translates manga (*cough* Dark Horse *cough* Viz) will see this list and make my dreams come true. Until then, I present my picks for upcoming translations.

Fuan No Tame (Seeds of Anxiety) by Masaaki Nakayama

Seeds of Anxiety is a very atmospheric comic made up of short stories revolving around a certain theme, like school or strange visitors. When I say short, I mean each story is literally about three to five pages long. It’s a very simple set up: a character goes about their day when suddenly, a quick turn down the wrong road or a look at the wrong place, and something bizarre quickly fills up their vision. A ghost or an other-worldy creature suddenly appears in a place that it was never at; a point that on any other day at any other time would be completely benign. It’s very similar to that foreboding feeling you get when you are completely sure that something is right over your shoulder, but imagine that it is; that that monster you convinced yourself isn’t real, really is and it’s gonna follow you home.

This comic is amazing. The short stories are a perfect way to address that completely irrational feeling that something is slightly off with the world. That if if you look between the cracks in your walls at just the right angle, you can see all those little creatures that macabre writers can only hint at. I love the fact that there is literally no resolution in any of the stories. The characters see the ghosts, the ghosts see them, and the story ends there, on a very high tension note. It really lets your imagination run wild with what happened to that person after the story ends. The art is also very down-played and doesn’t have any of that big-eyed, goofy shit going on. It’s a very quiet way of telling very quiet stories.

There are three volumes of Seeds of Anxiety and a follow up volume Seeds of Anxiety Plus published by ACW Champion in Japan. Unfortunately, I haven’t found any more work by Nakayama and would love to see him take on longer works. Until then though, I’ll stay scared with Seeds of Anxiety.

Anamorphosis no Meijuu (The Dark Beast Anamorphosis) by Shintaro Kago

Oh man, Shintaro Kago. I can’t begin to describe how completely messed up and absolutely brilliant this guy is. He is considered to be one of the biggest underground ero-guro (erotic-grotesque) artists in Japan. His work is large, over the top, usually satirical, sometimes serious, super gory, and as artistically intricate as a kid with ADD high on meth. He straddles the line between genius and ‘what the fuck is wrong with this guy?!’ so well, it makes you question his sanity. Though he has many works to choose from, I picked The Dark Beast Anamorphosis because it’s a good starting point with what this guy is capable of without exposing you to his more messed up art. Trust me, his stuff gets fucked up.

The Dark Beast is a semi-longer work accented by a several short stories. The title work is about a group of people who participate in a reality TV show similar to the ‘ghost hunting’ shows, in which they recreate murder scenes and have people complete challenges. This particular group is dealing with the ghost of a guy who died on the set of a kaiju (monster) movie and is rumored to still haunt the studio. Though the story sounds like pretty standard stuff, it’s the amount of detail that Kago put in to the comic that really sets it apart. He faithfully recreates the little buildings that were used in the old movies with the detail of an experienced architect, and it’s a good example of his technical skill. Also, there’s this twist at the end of the comic that seriously blows your mind. I still don’t know how he managed to think of it, let alone work it out on paper, but I’m telling you, it’s impressive. The follow-up stories are a random collection of comedy and gore, another good introduction on his range of absurdity and just plain gross stuff.

Though Shintaro Kago is still mostly recognized only in Japan, he’s seeing a little bit of state-side recognition. Vice Magazine picked up a few commissions of his for a while and tossed them in the back of the issues, and he’s getting a huge amount of exposure thanks to the internet. Like I said, he has a lot of work that he’s done and it’s a damn shame that literally none (save for The Dark Beast, which was translated in France) have gotten translated. I also feel like I should warn you again when I say, his stuff gets messed up. He’s got a short story called Drafting a Water Goddess where young women are killed and their bloated corpses are raced down a river for the title of the village’s water goddess. Another one called Fetus Collection is a satire on proper Japanese women where ladies from a town get together and arrange fetuses in their hair in a tasteful manner for fun. Yeah, it’s that kind of weird. But if you’re not into that, he is a great artist and is amazingly detailed in his work. Check him out.

Manhole by Tsutsui Tetsuya

Manhole is a really good comic if you’re into biological horror, which apparently Japan is really into. In fact, the original The Ring series actually turned into a sweeping virus of little ghost girls that destroyed the world. Anyway, Manhole revolves around a ring worm from Bostwana that has invaded Japan and is driving everyone who is infected to kill the people around them. As the virus makes its way through the infected body, it messes up their brains something fierce until the person finds themselves in the middle of a crowded area literally exploding their bodies onto everyone. It’s like a really nasty zombie infection but instead of biting to spread the infection, they explode. The comic follows two detectives who originally believe they are dealing with widespread random killings, until their investigation leads them to something a lot more epidemic.

Honestly, I’m not one for biological horror, but this comic really had me going. It’s well paced without getting too slow and really brings the terror of a mass virus close to home. It also reads like a good detective novel, so it has a good mass appeal to people who aren’t too into horror. The art is solid and, like Seeds of Anxiety, stays away from that cartoony stuff and goes for more realistic art. The creator, Tsutsui Tetsuya, has several other works out as well, but once again none of it is translated, save for in France. Seriously, France is where it’s at when it comes to horror manga. They get all the good stuff. Tetsuya’s work generally tends revolve around technology and virus horror, ranging anywhere from people’s obsessions to computers and video games to, well, bio-horror and just plain murder.

Manhole is a three volume comic that was published by YG Comic in Japan. His other work is also published by the same company and tend to run anywhere from one to three volumes as well. Really, I wouldn’t be surprised if it did get picked up to get translated sometime soon, as it’s a really good example of our modern world and its intricacies. I’ll keep you posted.

Soil by Atsushi Kaneko

Soil is an epic of a comic about a town that is literally infected with ‘the weird.’ You know what I mean, random strange happenings begin to appear around a perfectly normal town until the residents can’t take it anymore and start acting just as weird as their homestead. Well, let me backtrack a little. The manga actually begins with a family that just up and disappears from a town called Soil New Town. Two detectives are put on the case and what is originally thought to be a routine disappearance turns into a case of a claustrophobic town slowly forced to face the strangeness of the universe. Beginning with a huge mountain of salt that appears at a local school, the town starts to completely unravel as secrets about the missing family begin to come out, the local teenagers run away and start their own cult, and weirder and weirder forms of destruction magically appear around town. But who is really messing with these people? Is it aliens, is it ghosts, is it mass hysteria? No one knows and as the detectives struggle to to solve the case, they find themselves more and more drawn into their bizarre world.

The comic is just as much a supernatural as it is a philosophical work. The creator, Atsushi Kaneko has an amazing ability to take these people, people who could be your neighbors or friends, and force them to look outside themselves. To see the world for what it is: random, beautiful, and terrifying all at the same time. The way the town falls apart is done so masterfully that you really feel for these guys, but you also know that it has to happen, something that perhaps has to happen to all of us. All of the characters are fantastically thought out, each having their own their personality and quirks that separate them from the rest of the crowd. There are 11 volumes of Soil and I believe it’s completely finished and published by Beam Comics, a Japanese comic company that aims at older men.

Fun fact about Kaneko’s work: he is actually the one guy on my list that has had a comic translated into English. Bambi and Her Pink Gun (translated by Digital Manga Publishing) was released in 2005 and is about a girl named Bambi who has a bounty on her head and is being hunted down by every hit-man in the area. Very fast-paced, it’s considered to be a mash-up of Love and Rockets meets Sin City with a bit of punk mixed in for good measure. I’ve read it and it’s a really good work to start with, but I want Soil. It’s so much more in-keeping with what Kaneko is capable of doing and really sticks with you.

Hideout by Masasumi Kakizaki

Hideout got really freaky, really fast. It’s about a man named Seiichi who one day, decides he’s going to kill his wife. But he’s not just going to kill her, oh no; he’s going to take her out into the woods and chase her down with a knife in the middle of the night. As he takes her out to the forest to ‘do what must be done,’ they are suddenly assaulted by a man who had been living in the forest by himself and kidnaps them. This is where the comic begins its slow descent into Hell, as the couple is held in underground bunkers in a cave for no foreseeable reason. As the man explores the depths of their prison, he finds other people who are held down there and are slowly being dismembered so they can be eaten by their kidnapper. Suddenly, it’s a fight between Seiichi’s last shreds of humanity to save the suffering people and his missing wife, and his creeping insanity that is threatening to destroy his mind.

This comic seriously gave me the shivers. If you have claustrophobia, I suggest steering clear of this one, especially since the comic spends most of its time deep in the woods, down in a cave, trying to stay away from a hungry cannibal. I guess it’s a bit like The Descent, but with just one guy instead of a whole army of blind, Lovecraftian-type creatures. The art is mostly emerged in dark shadows and heavy inks and it really brings out the terror that the victims feel down there. Kakizaki is kind of an eclectic guy compared with the other creators on here as he doesn’t just stick to one genre, but can be found doing work in adventure, drama, and sci-fi. I haven’t read the other works, but if they’re anything like Hideout, they’re pretty awesome. Hideout is a single volume comic originally published in chunks in a comic magazine called Big Comic Superior. There is a rumor that the comic has gotten licensed, but by who and where, I have no idea. Hopefully we’ll see it soon.

Well, there it is my friends. Five horror manga that I feel needs to get translated as soon humanly possible. If I could, I would demand it now, now, NOW! Do you feel like I left anything out? Have any ideas? Feel free to comment! I’m always up for new horror comics.

 

A Year in Horror – Nia’s Top 10 Films of 2012

By Nia Edwards-Behi

I’m not very good at end of year lists, primarily because of my spectacularly bad memory. Another reason is that I’ll likely change my mind at any given second, making any list I make highly ephemeral. Regardless, I’ve gone right ahead and made an end of year list for 2012 anyway. Now – I say ‘2012’. That’s a fairly arbitrary way of grouping these films together, admittedly, given as half of them won’t be seen outside of festivals until 2013, and one of them I saw (for the first time) back in 2011. Confused? I know am. A great deal of the films below are ones I’ve seen at festivals, or through reviewing for this here fine website, and I’m quite proud of that. I’m incredibly lucky to be able to attend the festivals I do, in my capacity as a festival programmer, and coupled with the benefits (yes, benefits) of living in a town with no multiplex, the list below might have a tendency toward the ‘but that’s not even out yet!’ that usually so grates on me with end of year lists. Sorry about that. On to the films.

1. American Mary

Oh, don’t act like you’re surprised. While the rest of this list could be fairly changeable in the numerical order I’ve placed it, American Mary would proudly sit at the top of the pile irrespective of anything else. I’m not sure there’s much more I can say about the film, having briefly reviewed it back in May, and more recently and extensively in August. Many more people have seen the film by now, and the response seems to be overwhelmingly positive. It’s been one of the most highly anticipated and talked about films of the year. With hype, though, comes disappointment and backlash, and the film – quite fairly – has its naysayers. But – *dons hipster glasses* – some of us unreservedly loved the film before the hype machine took over, and for me the film stands up to multiple viewings, and so it shall stand to multiple more.

2. Kotoko

I don’t feel like Kotoko got the attention it deserved. The newest film from Tetsuo director Shinya Tsukamoto, Kotoko isn’t so much a horror film, or, necessarily, even a genre film. But it is unpleasant in the extreme, as it charts the downward spiral of a disturbed woman trying and failing to look after her infant son (and herself) while she suffers increasingly erratic delusions. Admittedly, this is a film I have yet to rewatch, and I wonder if it will be quite so impactful on second viewing. However, it still managed to shock and move me when I watched it on a big screen to a baying and unappreciative BIFFF crowd way back in April, and I think that’s fairly impressive in and of itself. Profoundly harrowing, Kotoko is one of those films that knocks the breath from you and then kicks you while you’re down.

3. Antiviral

Antiviral is the astounding debut film from Brandon Cronenberg, that while treading similar territory to his father, paves an original path through it. As much corporate thriller as it is body horror, much of Antiviral’s success, for me, lies in the hands of Caleb Landry Jones’ sickly portrayal of the central character. Looking genuinely ill for the duration of the film, his Syd March is an antihero only so much as he’s deeply entrenched in the distasteful cultural norm of this not-too-distant future. That we are thrust into this cultural norm, without any exposition, is another key strength of the film. It’s also rather refreshing to see Malcolm McDowell in a cameo appearance that doesn’t waste his considerable talent; I’m looking at you, second-least-favourite-film-of-the-year, Excision.

4. Berberian Sound Studio

One of the few films on this list that I actually saw at the cinema, Berberian Sound Studio managed to get a lot of attention (in the UK, at least) for being, well, a bit arty. Toby Jones plays a sound technician sent to Italy to work on a horror film. Such work does not seem to suit him, though, and the film unfolds a plot worthy of an Italian horror film itself. For a film that’s all about sound – and boy, is that sound design impressive – the film is memorably visual, too. The whole film looks sort of mucky, the horrible brown of the Four Flies-esque poster present in the film proper. The ending, I suspect, might frustrate some, but it’s one of those endings that I love for the sheer mettle of its inexplicableness.

5. Resolution

Speaking of endings I enjoy that frustrate others, Resolution has been doing the festival rounds this year to some acclaim. The debut film of Aaron Moorhead and Justin Benson, Resolution is an interesting exploration of friendship. At the film’s core are the pitch-perfect performances of Peter Cilella and Vinny Curran as Michael and Chris. As Michael attempts to help his friend Chris go cold turkey, strange things start to happen at the remote lodge Chris has made home. Resolution is probably better described as a terror film than a horror film, as tension builds ever-so slowly, verging on the unbearable at times. As a feature debut, Resolution seems even more impressive, executed so precisely and effectively.

6. REC3: Genesis

I reviewed REC3 previously and more fully, but it’s worth restating just how much fun this sequel is. Completely different to the previous two instalments of the film series, REC3 is a rollercoaster ride of laughs and gore, all while retaining a considerable heart. Leticia Dolora’s performance is wonderful, and the image of a blood-spattered bride wielding a chainsaw is one of the most memorable and iconic of the year. The success of the film puts an immense amount of pressure on Jaume Balaguero and the forthcoming REC4, but with his own success this year (Sleep Tight), the franchise is at least in very safe hands.

7. Dead Sushi

I’d go so far as to say that Dead Sushi is a return to form for ridiculous Japanese splatter cinema. Though Dead Ball was already significantly better than the abysmal Helldriver, it doesn’t have quite so brilliantly ridiculous a central conceit as Dead Sushi. It’s certainly not a film to win anyone over who doesn’t already enjoy this particular brand of Japanese cinema, but for me it gives me hope that the subgenre hasn’t entirely stagnated. It’s slightly less CGI-reliant than recent similar fare, though it’s certainly still a presence, and the action sequences are much boosted by star Rina Takeda. And anyway – the film has a friendly piece of egg sushi as an actual character. What’s not to love?!

8. Lovely Molly

A far more serious film is Lovely Molly, another I’ve reviewed previously. I knew little about the film aside from its promotional artwork, and this was for the best. Boasting another stunning central performance from Gretchen Lodge, the film is not without its weaknesses, but is otherwise surprising and accomplished enough that missteps might be forgiven. Genuinely eerie in a supernatural sense, Lovely Molly is at its most impressively frightening in its depiction of one person’s very human breakdown.

9. Entity

Entity’s another debut feature film which proves itself accomplished and effective. Using what’s effective about found footage and adamantly not making a found footage film, Steve Stone’s film is a master-class in well-designed scares and tension-building. A great location and an incredibly precise soundscape makes Entity a film that begs to be seen on the big screen and played loudly. (Full review here.)

10. Midnight Son

Had I made a list such as this last year, Midnight Son would quite possibly have been right at the top of it. I saw the film in April 2011, at BIFFF, and had the pleasure of screening it at Abertoir 2011. Midnight Son was finally released in the States on DVD this year but it won’t be hitting DVD in the UK until February. That’s a long journey to a wide audience, but it surely deserves one. Annie has already sung the film’s praises, and I’m particularly excited for more people to see the film so that I can shout some more about how much I love THAT SHOT more than’s healthy. And please, UK DVD buyers: don’t be put off by the appalling DVD cover. It’s not even the wonderful Maya Parish, who packs in a nuanced performance, on the cover with lead Zak Kilberg!

 

A Year in Horror – Top 10 Horror Comics of 2012

By Comix and Spooky Sean

2012 has been an amazing year for the comic book industry. Avengers and Batman broke box-office records, comic-con attendance is at an all time high, and everywhere you look, new comics are popping up by the barrelful! But it wasn’t just a good time for superhero comics, but all genre comics, especially horror (do I even need to mention Walking Dead?) Old hands like Mike Mignola and Garth Ennis are back at spinning their tales of terror and macabre and new creators such as Simon Spurrier and Gabrielle Andrade are paving the way for a bright and glorious 2013. It really is an amazing time to be a comic fan.

Everyone’s beloved comic reviewer Comix teams up with internet fave/horror comic lover Spooky Sean of spookysean.com to give a rundown of the top ten comics of 2012.


Crossed

Spooky Sean: Crossed: Psychopath was this year, and it was written by Lapham, as was Crossed: Badlands, which sees the return of Ennis on writing duties. Psychopath is very unsettling. It was the crossed crazies, vs. someone who is just actual crazy. So, possessed vs. psychotic.

Comix: The thing about Crossed is not only that the comic is constantly pushing boundaries but it’s also finding new ways to reach audiences. It has to be one of the few comics that ran an entire series for free online and with the double powerhouses of Ennis and Lapham, it’s about as fucked up as a comic can be! I mean, how many things does a blood-crazed, diseased human need to rape before he hits the limit? Apparently, a lot.

Spooky Sean: Burrows does blood and guts like no one else, and he’s been drawing the Crossed from day one. Rape, rape, raping, and killing their way across the globe. It’s beautiful really.

Comix: Yeah, and with the addition of Fernando Melek and Simon Spurrier on the web comic, the whole thing has become larger than life.

 

Ferals

Spooky Sean: These werewolves are on roids. They are fucking huge! The artist Gabrielle Andrade draws some of the best werewolves, other than Sir Templesquid. Also, he does this amazing thing with jaws that are ripped off, and laying by corpses. All his gore stuff is really great. He tends to draw all the boobs like huge fake ones, but hey, it’s comics, I’d be surprised if they looked natural, frankly. Did you notice everyone in Ferals has really tiny nipples? But, despite the tiny nips, yeah, Andrade does some really spectacular evisceration and wolf monsters.

Comix: Nothing like a gratuitous amount of tits to really make a comic pop. I like the fact that they ended pretty much every comic on a cliffhanger and not like a ‘meh’ one, but ‘hot fuck! what is going to happen!’ And David Lapham? Don’t get me started. Everything he touches is like horror gold! For such a new comic, it really has proven its worth. I’m hoping this is the kind of comic that becomes a huge epic, like Preacher did back in the 90’s. It has awesome potential.

Spooky Sean: It really does, and it’s nice to see werewolves that aren’t all lame, and nice to humans. I like monsters that are like rabid animals, so duh, Ferals is right up my alley.

 

The Goon

Comix: I love Goon! I can’t even express that enough. I really feel that it’s the kind of comic that I can suggest to anyone and they will like it. The characters are hilarious but never goofy, and the noir tinge on the comic keeps it well grounded. Also, carny folk! Goddamn, do I love me some carny folk.

Spooky Sean: How could you not love carny folk? The Goon is, I think, the quintessential comic both written and drawn by a creator. Much like Hellboy and Mignola. Eric Powell consistently knocks it out of the park. And, he has that beautiful mix of one shots in the series, as well as an over-arcing storyline.

Comix: I agree. It’s one of those comics that you can pick up right off the shelf and start reading. I mean, maybe you have to go back one or two issues, but it’s not so involved that you have to go back to the very first issue published to understand what’s going on. Also, all the graphic novels are stuffed full of little extras like mini-comics, art concepts, and alternative covers, so it’s really worth your money to pick up.

Spooky Sean: It makes it very accessible. Also, it is so fucking funny. Consistently makes me fear I’m going to soak my short pants. That’s old people for “pants.” I think? Oh yeah, it’s always rad seeing notes, and concept art, and things like that. Hell, I’d look at random pics of Powell at home, and running errands. He’s just a very entertaining dude.

 

Hellraiser

Spooky Sean: What’s exciting about the Hellraiser comics, is it’s the first time Clive Barker has written about Pinhead in quite a while. So, getting back to the man behind the Lament Configuration is a real treat. The storyline is fantastic. I don’t want to give away the plot, but it’s very exciting, and completely turns the character of Pinhead on his…head. The art by, well, numerous people, has displayed Hell and the Cenobites in glorious detail.

Comix: Well, I’m gonna give a little bit away. We see our favorite heroine Kirsty Cotton return and give Pinhead a run for his money, but as with any good Barker work, she ends up getting a bit more than she bargained for. The art has definitely been one of the big draws for this comic and the visions of Hell and Hell on Earth have been masterfully detailed under Barker’s direction. An interesting note is that BOOM studios had started to reprint the old Epic Comics Hellraisers from back in the 90’s, a great read for anyone who grew up on the franchise.

Spooky Sean: I remember in the beginning of The Hellbound Heart, the character of Frank is first visited by the Cenobites, and it is explained he has the best orgasm of his life, before he is torn to shreds. If that’s not enough reason to pick this series up, then you do not want to see people have orgasms and get ripped apart, and I find you weird. What’s next ringleader? Fearless leader? Lets Comix it up.

Comix: I’m putting all that on my business card. So…Hellboy?

 

Hellboy

Spooky Sean: Hellboy has been so epic this year. So much revelatory information has been thrown at the reader. Mignola has been upping his game. Hellboy lost an eye, and got all Odinish. He found out he was a descendant of King Arthur (not sure how that works unless Arthur was a demon, but…) and he fought the dragon, Ogdru Jahad. He then has his heart ripped out, and most recently, the arc Hellboy in Hell started. This is the return of Mignola writing and drawing the comic, all by his lonesome. How could it not be on our top ten horror list? Hellboy died, and now he is in Hell. Yeah, boy.

Comix: Very, very, super crazy exciting to see Mike Mignola back at the helm of both drawing and writing the upcoming Hellboy in Hell arc. I’ve been praying for him to come back to drawing and they finally came true. Hellboy is not just a top comic of 2012, but a top comic in general. I mean, it spawned a whole second comic in the form of BPRD, made two movies, is a board game, video game, and a whole marketing phenomena. If it was in Japan, they would be making cartoons out of it by now. Oh wait, there are cartoons of it.

 

Creepy

Comix: Creepy has been a horror staple since our daddies were kids. It’s a bit dated, a bit bat shit, and sometimes downright goofy, but the comic itself is so iconic that I think it’s a must-read for any horror fan. I mean, this is the stuff that launched a thousand horror stories. Especially all that good, scary stuff that they were pumping out back in the late sixties, early seventies. Dark Horse did a completely tits job of reprinting it, too bad I’m too poor to buy the whole collection.

Spooky Sean: And Dark Horse started some brand new Creepy releases. What can you say about Creepy? It’s like Tales From the Crypt. It’s pretty much what you think of when someone mentions the phrase “horror comics.” I particularly enjoyed the Lovecraft themed issue, number 10. Richard Corben is in it, and it’s the shizzle. There’s a story with Lovecraft as a character in the new Creepy 10, in which Cthulhu tells him to his face he has written “the worst fiction ever inscribed and inflected upon any future ever imagined.” Clearly, he hasn’t read mine.

Comix: Awww, right in the feels.

 

Hellblazer

Spooky Sean: Hellblazer is the story of a demon who happens to be an incredible pothead. The demon tries to corrupt human souls, except it’s so damn baked, it mainly just laughs at them, and then stares at cars driving by for hours on end.

Comix: The epic struggle of Satan’s stoner baby trying to find a box of twinkies for 24 years.

Spooky Sean: This year, Peter Mulligan has had John Constantine go insane and chop off his own thumb, get married, have his coat sold on Ebay which proceeded to kill people and make others commit suicide, and man it’s been busy. He’s in Ireland right now, trying to get his sis out of Hell via his nephew. Craziness. Sadly, Hellblazer will be cancelled after issue 300, and replaced by Constantine, which will feature a new writer, and a younger version of John. It’s sad, as Hellblazer is 24 years old. I will pour one out for fifty year old John, when his time comes.

Comix: Always with the younger versions, you think DC had some kind of boner for re-vamping their characters? In fact, it’s a wonder it hadn’t happened yet with John. Hellblazer is one of those comics that have survived the test of the time. A lot like Hellboy, it’s just a good comic in general, in fact, almost sharing the same type of main character. A good, but generally laid back and anti-social lead guy with a magical purpose that is beyond his comprehension. It’s a very solid formula. It really is a damn shame that the last flagship Vertigo title is finally going under.

 

Fatale

Spooky Sean: Picture if HP Lovecraft was into noir, and wasn’t deathly afraid of vaginas. Now, you have a sense of what reading Fatale is like. Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips (I never remember who performs what duties for the book) have created a brilliant mish-mash of detectives, dames, tentacles, and dark gods.

Comix: I feel like I need to apologize to Brutal as Hell fans for not telling them about this earlier. This comic is amazing. Its got such a slow burning story to it that you really keep on reading issue after issue and never feel like they are wasting space. And the whole other dimension demon thing is done in a way that will really keep you peaking over your shoulder. No tongue-in-cheek, just good, solid horror.

Spooky Sean: I love how time is shown in this comic. We are constantly switching from the present day, to the fifties, then to present day, then to the sixties, or maybe it was the seventies…

Comix: Those were some stylish times.

Spooky Sean: The point is we are traveling through time a lot, yet it’s never very confusing, and always done in a very natural way. And yes, they were very stylish times. I love the guys with the bowler hats, and the sunglasses too. They wear their sunglasses at night, so they can, so they can kill you.

 

Baltimore

Comix: Baltimore is definitely one of horror comics sleeper hits this year. Another Mignola comic, it’s flown a bit under the radar, but anyone who has picked it up has instantly fallen in love with it. A pretty serious vampire comic that seems to be ripped out of the Hellboy and BPRD universe, it has the potential to become Mignola’s next big thing.

Spooky Sean: Baltimore is not as well known as Hellboy, or BPRD, and this is a shame. I read the first book he released with Christopher Golden, and it was a very thrilling mix of historical/war fiction, and supernatural terror. So, when they started releasing the comics, I knew it would be good. He fights all sorts of monsters, Baltimore does, not just vampires. And Baltimore himself is perhaps the most bad ass vampire hunter in fiction. Move over Van Helsing, this fucker fought in WW1, beat a giant vampire/bat off of him when he was in a near death state, and has a wooden leg.

Comix: Though I imagine if Mignola wrote some Van Helsing, it would be completely bad-ass.

Spooky Sean: Oh, it would. Van Helsing would just constantly be saying, like, “ah hell,” and chain smoking. It’d be a very blue collar Van Helsing. “Hey vampire, take this, ya slimey buggah!” Oh wait, that’s right, he was German. Okay, he’d be all like…I’m sorry, I have no idea what a working class German from the 19th century would sound like.

 

BPRD

Spooky Sean: So I’m not even going to try and summarize BPRD this year. Basically, end of the world, main characters fucked over, evil shit all around. Much in the same way Hellboy has been epic, well, so has BPRD, and since they are both created by the same man, and in the same universe, it stands to reason. If you like giant monsters, this series is for you. Like Hellboy, then obviously this is for you. If you like shadowy government agencies, this book is for you. Picture Hellboy without Hellboy, and with other agents fighting monsters who have special abilities and supernatural gears in their machines, and there you go.

Comix: Yeah, the only thing that’s kind of a bummer is you have to be well versed in the series to pick up any of the comics at this point. But the rumor mills are flying! Is this the end of BPRD? If Hellboy goes to Hell, are they going to go too? It’s been keeping everyone on pins and needles. Speaking of BPRD, we sure stuffed this list with a bunch of Mignola work. I think we should make 2012 the Year of Mike Mignola.

Spooky Sean: Oh, absolutely! 2012, year of the majestic Mignola. Gaze at his bald head, and listen to him grumble as he writes and draws giant beasties.

 

Editorial: Questions of Cult Pride and Independence

By Ben Bussey

Watch out – Ben’s been thinking again.

You might have noticed just over a week ago we ran a news item on Sushi Girl, a new movie from first-time feature director Kern Saxton. At the time of writing I have not seen the film, nor do I know anything of Saxton or anyone else involved in the production (actors aside). Based on the premise, the trailer and the cast, I thought it looked promising, hence I ran the item; I would not have done so if I had no confidence in the film. However, though for the sake of prudence I bit my tongue about it at the time, the manner in which the filmmakers chose to launch their film raises a few questions which I feel compelled to address. Oh, the burden of conscience, and so forth.

To bring everyone up to speed – this past week, on November 27th, Sushi Girl premiered to VOD. This was already set in stone, and the film had long since been in the can. However, a Kickstarter campaign was in force for the film’s benefit. Here’s what they were asking for, in their own words:

“Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood is one of the oldest and most respected movie houses in the world. It is one of the birthplaces of blockbuster cinema as we know it today. Sid Grauman was a showman – he knew that to make a splash with a film – you either go big or go home (…) when a movie opened at one of his palaces, the film along with its stars and filmmakers truly were larger than life – even for just one night. We want this tradition to continue, and to make it possible for quality independent films like Sushi Girl to get the same treatment deserving of so many Hollywood classics, and for you to be involved in a truly egalitarian way.

“Help us bring Sushi Girl to Grauman’s Chinese Theatre on November 27th, 2012 in classic Hollywood style, with a full on red carpet premiere that treats our stars, veteran actors Tony Todd, James Duval, Noah Hathaway, Andy Mackenzie and Luke Skywalker himself, Mark Hamill, as well as our fantastic crew in a way that respects their enormous artistic contributions to our film and to the legacy of motion pictures. It will cost us $20,000 to make this happen, and we have less than two weeks to make our dream come true! We want to give you the opportunity to not only make some Hollywood magic happen, but be a part of the entire event as well. This event is not just for our actors and our amazing crew – but for YOU, the fans of high quality independent cinema.

“A big premiere like this will help ensure that our film will get much wider media coverage than ever before, which in turn will enable Sushi Girl to get into more theaters around the world, especially in the USA and Canada, keeping alive the theatrical experience in general for indie films and making sure quality independent films will keep coming to a theater near you.”

They were successful in their aim. If memory serves, at the time I posted about Sushi Girl on 23rd November, their total was a little over $5,000, but by the end of the campaign on the 25th they’d made more than their target. The premiere happened as planned, and recieved the desired media coverage.

Okay, where to begin with this… let me reiterate, I have yet to see Sushi Girl, and I have no prior knowledge of the filmmakers or their work; for all I know it may well be a great film, and I hope it is. As such I have no real grounds to doubt the sincerity of the filmmakers when they say their intent was to promote ‘quality independent films’ as a whole, and ‘(keep) alive the theatrical experience in general for indie films,’ even if I do have to question what exactly is ‘egalitarian‘ about asking fans to part with cash so the filmmakers can enjoy a moment in the spotlight. No, it doesn’t strike me as an appropriate thing to ask fans to pay for, but many people clearly felt otherwise; fair enough, it’s their money to do with as they please, and – as is the norm with Kickstarter – they’ll get something back for their contribution, usually some unique memorabilia and/or their name in the end credits. It wouldn’t be sufficient for me to dig into my wallet in this instance; but still, this is not my greatest issue with the whole thing.

The real crux of my problem is this: why does a small, cult-oriented, independent film need to seek validation from the mainstream bombast of Hollywood?

Okay, so more attention generally means more money, and I realise that’s one thing independent filmmakers are not generally flush with. David Anthony’s recent open letter to the horror community at Couchcutter – which seems to have ruffled a few feathers in the last couple of weeks (can’t think why, given its not-remotely incendiary title) – really underlined just how tough times are for low-budget filmmakers, and how now more than ever the indies need our support. I’m not blind to that. Nor, for that matter, am I stringently pro-indie and anti-studio. As I’ve detailed at length in the past, I’ve seen innumerable low-budget independent productions that were even less competent and imaginative than your average multi-million dollar production line job. But, as David emphasises, even a studio production that might be deemed a flop, like the Fright Night remake, still winds up making tens of millions worldwide, whilst even that most notorious of indie horrors The Human Centipede manages only a few million. Is the latter film inherently better because it’s an indie? Absolutely not – but one look at the premise makes it clear it is at least making an effort to do something new and different.

That, surely, is the key reason to support independent film above Hollywood: because it is the domain in which real risks can be taken, new voices can be heard, and – on occasion – genuine innovations can be made.

So with that in mind, once again – why should independent filmmakers covet endorsement from the Hollywood system? Isn’t that a rather self-defeating gesture?

Take the recently aborted campaign to get George A. Romero a star on the Hollwood Walk of Fame. Devin Faraci made a very strong case against the move at Badass Digest last month (whilst the campaign, which it should be noted Romero was not a part of, was still in motion), arguing thus: “George A Romero is one of the great indie film pioneers, and he should be recognized as such. The Hollywood Walk of Fame memorializes those who toiled within the system, and Romero never had time for that. While he has made some movies that had the touch of the majors on them, his best and most identifiable work was independently financed, independently made and independently distributed.”

The religious among us might say amen to that. Romero made his name on his own turf and on his own terms, and the few times he played with the big boys he didn’t come out of it too well (and I say that as one of the few to actually quite like Land of the Dead). For the most part, all Hollywood has done with him is rip him off, creatively and otherwise – and plenty more indie filmmakers can say the same. Why, then, should he add his name to their supposed path of glory? Why should his own triumphs be counted as theirs? Aren’t his achievements impressive enough on their own?

My feeling is that independent film is at its best when it revels in its independence. The Hollywood seal of approval is not required; nor do I believe that we, as cult film fans, really want it. It goes against what cult film is all about – and largely what horror is all about.

(Okay, perhaps I’m over-generalising slightly here using independent/cult/horror as pretty much interchangable terms, but just bear with me.)

Correct me if I’m wrong here, but I think to a large extent the draw of horror is that it’s countercultural. Yes, plenty of ‘regular’ people enjoy going to see the odd horror movie now and then, more often than not as a surrogate for flopping out their dicks on the table and seeing whose is biggest (but therein lies another editorial); however, the real hardcore fans, the ones for whom it becomes a way of life – i.e. most of us reading this now, or so I assume – we watch these films because they resonate with us on a deeper level. These films, this genre, are a thumb of the nose to the façades and hypocrisies of polite society. We embrace them because we do not want what the mainstream has to offer. As such, trying to ingratiate cult and/or horror into the mainstream is really missing the point. This was one of the key failings of that now thankfully-long gone ‘upmarket’ British horror magazine we all loved to hate: it was based around the assumption that horror has become mainstream, and as such that horror fans want to be bombarded with celebrity gossip column codswallop. A grave misconception, I should hope we all agree.

Think of it this way: how betrayed did we all feel when Ally Sheedy stepped back into the library post-mall chick makeover in The Breakfast Club? Or when Winona Ryder became another peachy-keen preppy girl at the end of Beetlejuice? Isn’t dressing up a little cult movie in big fancy Hollywood pants much the same thing?

Sure, there’s something to be said for subverting the system from within, like Russ Meyer did at Fox with Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, or David Fincher did with Fight Club. (Also at Fox. Hmm, maybe there’s something to be said for fucking with Fox in general. But I digress.) Then there are the occasional one-offs like del Toro, who manage to work within the system whilst maintaining an independent spirit and creative drive (when the bloody films get made, at least). But for the most part, the indies and the majors remain very distinct entities, and that’s not a problem, is it? Who knows; maybe a few souls out there who’ve never seen an independent movie have caught wind of Sushi Girl as a result of their Grauman’s Chinese Theatre hullabaloo, and already their eyes are being opened to a broader universe of cinema than they ever knew existed. If so, great. But I see no reason to put on airs and graces, trying to scrub up our dirty little films to suit the squeaky clean ideals of the mainstream. If we’re quite happy with them as they are – and we should be – then that should be quite sufficient, thank you very much. We don’t need their approval, and we don’t want it.

And if anyone has seen Sushi Girl, do let me know how good it is, hmm?