VOD Review: The Town That Dreaded Sundown (2014)

Review by Quin

I think it’s probably occurred to at least some of you that eventually every movie might be remade. When these remakes inevitably come around, I think it’s good to go in with an open mind. It is indeed a fact that the existence of an alternate version of your beloved favorites will not ruin, lessen or cheapen the original or source material. If you think it does, that’s all in your mind and carries little weight when deciding if the movie is truly good or not. I believe the best place to start when evaluating a remake is to ask whether the original begs to be remade and if the remake improves upon the original. The Town that Dreaded Sundown does both of these things albeit in an only slightly more than half-assed way. Let’s call the finished product three quarter-assed – or is it one quarter-assed? Or non-assed? I’m starting to confuse myself, so I’ll clear up just exactly how I feel about this movie. But, first let me give you the background info.

It’s entirely possible that many of you have never even heard of The Town That Dreaded Sundown, and those of you who are aware of the title (which, by the way, is one of the greatest titles ever!) may have never seen the movie. The original came out in 1976 and was directed by Charles B. Pierce, the man who brought us The Legend of Boggy Creek in 1972. That film was a bit of a precursor to the popular found footage genre because it used a mockumentary style and claimed to be based on fact. The Town That Dreaded Sundown does things in a similar way; it begins with a voice-over and documentary style footage and lets us know that this film is based on true events. The main difference between TTDS and Boggy Creek is TTDS actually did happen.

For almost three months in 1946, Texarkana, Texas was terrorized by a serial killer known as The Phantom Killer. The 1976 film was about the murders and ensuing police pursuit, but ultimately the murders stopped and the case was never solved. Now in 2014 we have a retelling and updating of the events. In a post-Scream self aware setting, we learn about a town that has not only had to go almost 70 years knowing that unsolved murders have taken place there and that there are people who believe the killer has remained among them the whole time; but they have also had to live with the cultural impact the 1976 version of The Town That Dreaded Sundown has had. The town has an annual screening of the film at a drive-in located on the border of Texas and Arkansas. The drive-in even has a double sided screen with parking on each side. Many of the locals are unhappy about everyone celebrating this film and want it to stop. These people get their wish when the masked killer (or reasonable facsimile) comes back to startle, chase, murder and play a little trombone. He does all of this while looking almost identical to Jason Voorhees in Friday the 13th Part 2, before he donned a hockey mask. Obviously, TTDS came first, but it’s hard to believe they didn’t have The Phantom Killer in mind while they were in production.

Even though this is a remake, it still takes liberties building upon the original. It could technically be called a sequel, but because the lines are blurred between fiction and reality, it remains more remake than continuation. The remake aspect of the film are the murders and the investigation. The added storyline and setting it in the present definitely improve the original. The 1976 version has a great look and a feel of being real, but adding the character of Jami Lerner (played by Addison Timlin, who if you close your eyes sounds just like Nathalie Portman) and all of the people in her orbit, moves the plot along much better than the slow snail crawl that was the original. In this one Jami survives an attack by The Phantom Killer and is told to make them remember. While the police are trying to solve the crimes, she does some of her own leg work. In the process, we run through the gamut of suspects. Again, just like in the Scream movies, everyone is a suspect for at least a minute or two. This can get a little silly, but at least there is a payoff at the end, though I won’t say anything further about that.

For me, the two best things about this movie were the cinematography and the acting. There are some complicated long tracking shots that are fun for people who know the hard work that goes into creating these moments. The camera is constantly moving, which is often disorienting, but effective in creating the mood. This is the first film directed by Alfonso Gomez-Rejon, but fans of American Horror Story and Glee may know him from his work on those shows. Ryan Murphy, the creator of both of those T.V. shows is a producer on The Town That Dreaded Sundown as well. I’m not sure how much input he had creatively, but he has always attached his name to quality work and this is certainly no exception. (Oh, and while I’m talking about Ryan Murphy, sorry to go way off track, but doesn’t he look exactly like a young Doug Bradley? The answer is yes.)

The film is filled with some really great character actors and lots of familiar faces. I don’t think there is a bad performance from anybody. Ed Lauter plays the sheriff and this is his last film. He died last October, and the film was released exactly one year to the day. Veronica Cartwright plays Jami’s grandmother. More people whose names you might not know, but faces you do are Gary Cole, Anthony Anderson, Edward Herrmann, and Denis O’Hare. Also, Joshua Leonard from The Blair Witch Project plays a deputy.

Even if you aren’t as interested in a polished, well-made cinematic film and just want to see horror you will not be disappointed. Personally I found it jarring that the film rapidly straddled the line between smart mystery-thriller and typical slasher, but I also think that fans of either or both will be entertained and pleased. I would hope that this new version will spark more interest in the original; it is actually streaming on Netflix right now, has been remastered and looks really good. Then check this new one out and do your own comparison.

The Town That Dreaded Sundown is available now on Video On Demand from BH Tilt.

Blu-ray Review: The Toxic Avenger Part II (1989)

Review by Ben Bussey

So- how does one go about making a sequel to a film as knowingly absurd and excessive as Troma’s original Toxic Avenger? With some difficulty, it would seem. As much as Troma’s output is designed to be more or less critic proof – that old ‘so bad it’s good’ thing – there’s really no getting around the glaring problems of the first sequel to the 1984 splatter favourite on which the indie studio built their legend. Yes, a great deal of what occurs in The Toxic Avenger Part II is of course as knowingly, deliberately distasteful and dim-witted as in its predecessor – but then again, a great deal more of it is plainly and simply bad filmmaking and bad storytelling. Messiness may be key to Troma’s charm, but The Toxic Avenger Part II takes this all just a tad bit too far, and it doesn’t take long for the old joke to stop being funny.

The essential set-up is simple enough, and suitably comic book, given that in a fucked-up way The Toxic Avenger movies were kind of pioneering in the cinematic superhero format (fascinating to think this sequel arrived the same year as Tim Burton’s Batman…) Having wiped out all crime in Tromaville, our young hero Melvin is struggling to adapt to a normal, peaceful life in which he longer gets to hideously maim and mangle bad guys on a daily basis, and as such is in therapy – but naturally, that all changes as the obviously evil Apocalypse corporation show up in town, killing a boatload of innocent blind people, and waking Toxie out of his ass-kicking atrophy. After Toxie kills a slew of their toughest goons (in a painfully drawn-out comedy fight sequence that gets old really quick), the corporation hold a meeting (also painfully drawn-out and quick to get old) in which it is eventually revealed the only way they can conceivably kill Toxie is with some technological macguffin that their guys in Japan are working on. But rather than ship this device out to them, they decide a better option is to send Toxie to Tokyo, by manipulating him via his shrink into believing his long-last father is over there.

As I said when 88 Films released the original Toxic Avenger to Blu-ray earlier this year, I am a long way from being an expert on Troma and its history, so I don’t have any idea what led to The Toxic Avenger Part II being a Japanese co-production, though it’s not hard to see how the cartoonish and tasteless nature of proceedings would resonate well over there. Indeed, once Toxie arrives in Tokyo, gets confused by the sight of the Tokyo Tower and wonders if he wound up in Paris by mistake, and of course gets into some ridiculous fistcuffs with local hoodlums, it’s not hard to see The Toxic Avenger Part II as a spiritual forebear of sorts to the glorious Japanese trash cinema we get from Noboru Iguchi, Yoshihiro Nishimura and company these days. The bad dubbing and the severely contrived circumstances under which Toxie winds up in Japan are hardly an impediment to the sense of trashy fun.

Of somewhat greater concern, however, are the pace and the plot. Toxie going to Japan isn’t a bad hook for a sequel at all – but it takes about 45 minutes of meandering for us to get to this point, and once Toxie gets to Japan the meandering only continues, and the film turns into a semi-travelogue, following Toxie and Masami, his quickly acquired Japanese escort (in a non-sexual way – well, she does gratuitously lose her top at one point, but Toxie seems to be a one-woman guy), as they wander the streets of Tokyo in a rather touristy fashion. For someone apparently dead-set on finding his dad, then getting home to beat the bad guys once and for all, Toxie seems more than happy to dawdle a lot of the time – and at a little shy of two hours, the film is far longer than it has any reason to be, and really would have benefited from at least twenty minutes of fat-trimming.

There are some strengths to be sure; a few good comedy moments and splattery deaths, although it’s a good deal tamer than the first movie (no dead kids or animals this time), and it ends on a surprisingly good car chase. All in all, though, The Toxic Avenger Part II is so poorly paced, overlong and overloaded with superfluous waffle that we really can’t deem it anything but a failure. Sure, we can always use the old ‘it’s not like the first one was Oscar material’ argument, but ultimately that’s just crap. Once again – there’s a difference between ‘so bad it’s good’ and just plain bad filmmaking, and The Toxic Avenger Part II leaps right over that line.

The Toxic Avenger Part II is released to UK Blu-ray on 17th November, from 88 Films.

Comic Review: Hellboy and the BPRD 1952

By Svetlana Fedotov

It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Hellboy and the BPRD cross paths. While yet to be reunited, we can at least get a peek at where it all started with launch of Hellboy and BPRD 1952. Before Abe Sapien, before Liz the Fire Starter, and even before Johann Kraus found himself to be the only survivor of a séance gone wrong, the BPRD was a human run agency created to keep the Nazi’s obsession with occult in check. With Hellboy’s arrival in a storm of brimstone and flames in 1944, Hellboy/BRPD 1952 follows up with his unnaturally fast growth from child to adult and his subsequent release into the world via a mission to Brazil. As in a lot of Mignola work, you can expect plenty of monsters, mystery, and a touch of political intrigue.

The comic opens up with the good Dr. Bruttenholm planning a mission to Brazil to confirm and annihilate an “apparently superhuman creature.” His team of two former war vets, an intelligence agent, and a security adviser are assigned to not only deal with the monster, but to watch over Hellboy on his very first mission. After a bumpy flight and even a bumpier ride into town, the team finally settles in, but are not given any details except a fevered rambling that they must go to bed and everything will be discussed it the morning. While they are attempting to make sense of their new found predicament, shadowy forces have crept their way into the BPRD itself and threatening to tear it apart.

So, I’m going to save you a bit of time and tell you now, there is not a lot happening in the first issue. This issue is very slow burning and while great at exposition, is more talking heads around a table than anything else. It felt like it was just about to jump off in the last few pages but instead simply stops three feet short of the reveal cliff, leaving me wanting more simply because I felt like it didn’t give enough. But on the plus side, you get a unique peek into Hellboy’s first mission and the under workings of early BPRD. Mike Mignola does his usual, excellent job of writing a smooth script with the just the right amount of shadowy antics and John Arcudi, the artist for BPRD, lends his talent for vintage, noir-esque artwork.

As stated, it’s good, but as an individual issue it’s not great, and it would probably be worth waiting for the collected graphic novel. Unfortunately, you’ll be waiting a while as the first issue hits stands on December 8.

Celluloid Screams 2014 Review: Housebound (2014)

Review by Nia Edwards-Behi

Kylie Bucknall (Morgana O’Reilly) is not having a good time. Arrested following a botched smash-and-grab, the surly young woman is sentenced to a lengthy period of house arrest, forcing her to return to her family home with her over-bearing but well-meaning mother, Miriam (Rima Te Wiata) and quiet step-dad Graeme (Ross Harper). Kylie butts heads with her family from the get-go, and her bad temper is exacerbated by her mother’s insistence that the house is haunted. When inexplicable events in the house start getting weirder, Kylie is forced to consider a supernatural explanation, and with the help of one of her arrest enforcement officers, Amos (Glen-Paul Waru), a paranormal enthusiast, she seeks out the truth about her family home.

Housebound is an incredible hybrid of genres, which somehow balances all its disparate elements, resulting in a hugely enjoyable film. While at its broadest, Housebound is a horror-comedy of the finest calibre, it also neatly navigates elements of a conspiracy thriller and a family drama, without ever seeming over-ambitious. Housebound manages that rare feat of being both genuinely creepy and genuinely funny. It’s one of the biggest clichés in the book to compare any horror-comedy from New Zealand to the early output of one Sir Peter Jackson, but there are moments in Housebound where the comparison is entirely appropriate. So, scares, gore, belly-laughs, dark chuckles and a genuinely affecting central story are all wrapped up in a very well-put together package.

housebound1What really made Housebound work for me, though, was Kylie Bucknall. She is an immensely surly and frustrating character, but thanks to a wonderful script and a superb performance, you really grow to care about her. An early ‘save the cat’ moment, coupled with the impressive subtlety of O’Reilly’s performance, ensures that Kylie is never so bad-tempered that we are completely distant from her. Instead, she is a sympathetic and troubled young woman, and it’s a joy to see such a character handled with nuance and lightness. This sense of character is effectively sustained throughout the film, particularly as Kylie finds herself getting closer and closer to unravelling just what the bloody hell is going on in her house. The deftness with which such character dynamics are handled is evident when, quite late in the film, there’s one of only a few out-right explicitly emotional moments, and it really smacks you quite hard. That moment really stood out to me as evidence of the skill with which Housebound has been made.

But it’s not really the family drama that makes up the bulk of Housebound, though it might be what makes the film stand out. The eerie goings on in the house are portrayed very effectively, both in terms of a heavy atmosphere and indeed a few excellent jump-out-of-your seat moments. So many of these moments are coupled with or followed by great humour, providing scenes of well-placed post-scare decompression. Much of the film’s humour is derived from Kylie being petulant, but there’s also a lot of fun to be had with Amos, the would-be paranormal investigator, and Miriam, the motor-mouthed mum who is never quite as annoying as Kylie seems to perceive her.

The film’s relatively lengthy run-time and its profusion of twists and turns might result in it out-staying its welcome for some, particularly if you’ve not managed to get on side with Kylie. However, for me it was well-paced and engaging throughout. I’m not normally a fan of horror-comedy at all, but Housebound certainly surpassed all my expectations of the genre. Housebound is perhaps best approached with little knowledge of the plot’s details, and even having been broadly aware of the plot, it consistently surprised me and took the story in unexpected directions.

I truly hope Housebound gets a big release after its current festival run, as it’s an impressively accessible film that has potential to entertain a broad audience, given the chance to reach it. However, it doesn’t skimp on being a bloody good film neither conforming to nor completely eschewing genre conventions.

Film Review: The Axeman Of Henderson County (2014)

Review by Quin

The title tells you all you really need to know about the story. There is a guy with an axe and he’s terrorizing Henderson County. Following a murder, the police are brought in to investigate. More murders follow. The Axeman of Henderson County, directed by Larry Parmiter and written by his wife Cindy Parmiter, is a microbudget film shot in Belpre, Ohio. This detail made me take notice, because my favorite Stephen Soderbergh film Bubble was shot there as well, and it used residents of the area as actors in the film. I want to focus on The Axeman of Henderson County for this review, but I need to use Bubble to illustrate the things that work and don’t work about Axeman. One thing is certain, the film is far from perfect, but it’s not without its charms and interesting details that are at times surprising and creative.

There is no reason to be mean to the filmmakers of a movie like The Axeman of Henderson County. I would imagine they realize that they haven’t made the next horror classic. I would even say it’s admirable that they have made something that is coherent and easy to follow. But the fact that this film is made on an extremely low budget that the filmmakers have financed themselves carries no weight on some of the glaring mistakes made. For instance, there are two opening credit sequences. Immediately following the first one, there is a long tracking POV shot done from a moving car, looking around at mostly trailers and yards. This would have been a great place to insert the rest of the credits, but what follows is a black and white sequence where a young kid witnesses his mother fighting with a man. As the fighting escalates, the man blows his brains out with a hand gun. There is a cool effect here where the blood is in color while the rest of the shot is in black and white to indicate that it’s a flashback.

Keep in mind, the second credit sequence hasn’t happened yet – we see a ski masked man creeping around outside a record store. He kills the employees with an axe in another great effect with the blood. It’s dark and corn syrup-ish. It really drips and sprays but looks so good on film because of it’s stickiness – it doesn’t look too liquidy. Then comes the second opening credits. I haven’t noticed if they repeat or pick up where they left off, but it’s a really awkward place for this and the font used is amateurish and really makes me think the director doesn’t have an eye for what looks good. Then we get the dreaded line “Inspired by actual events. In association with Black T Productions.” That second part was really in there. The rest of the credits are badly misplaced, so why wouldn’t they throw that in? It baffled me. But it was also at this point where I decided to just go with it. I’m glad I did. If you are looking for something scary and original, you will only be disappointed and probably mad that you spent your time on this. But if you like old Herschell Gordon Lewis films where plot holes and bad acting abound, you will most likely get a kick out of The Axeman of Henderson County. Lewis was much better at making a polished looking film out of no budget, but the obvious cuts to accommodate visual effects and campy lines of dialogue might make this a lot of fun to watch with friends or in a crowded theater at a midnight screening. Since this is the Parmiter’s first film as a writer/director team, I expect they will figure out where they can improve and their next film will be better.

I mentioned that I wanted to use Soderbergh’s Bubble for comparison. I don’t expect any first time director to be Stephen Soderbergh, but given that he was instrumental in the independent film movement of the late 80’s and the fact that Bubble and The Axeman of Henderson County have so much in common; I think it’s a great way to show how little things can make a movie great and there doesn’t need to be a ton of money spent. Along with sharing the same location and utilizing non-famous and amateur actors, both films deal with murder and they are almost the exact same running length. Slightly over 70 minutes is not long for a film. Soderbergh uses his time to tell the story through conversations that seem simple and meaningless, but every word is crafted in a way that tells you exactly who these people are and why they do the things they do. In Axeman, we get all obvious dialogue that tells us what we already know. For instance, a cop is interviewing a woman who survived an encounter with the axeman: Cop: “Did you see his face?” Woman: “No. He had some ski mask over it or something.” This works on that campy level I mentioned before, I mean Cindy Parmiter is channeling Ed Wood with this stuff. But it ultimately wastes time that can be used in other, deeper ways. Some of her details are amazing though. I love that the killer smells like cherries and jazz music plays an important part. The Axeman of Henderson County could easily be the title of a biopic about an Ohio jazz musician.

Most of the actors in The Axeman of Henderson County have little experience. Given the budget, it’s safe to guess that it’s a mostly friends and family operation. Some of them have a long list of IMDb credits. Jeremy Ambler is likable as the goofy deputy, and he has actually played a walker in AMC’s The Walking Dead series. The guy who plays the coroner is surprisingly nuanced with his subtle quirkiness. But the standout performance in the film is by the hero police officer Rush Whitacre. He’s listed in the cast of the upcoming steampunk remake of the Bela Lugosi film White Zombie. The two biggest draws of the film are former NFL quarterback Major Harris and former WWF wrestler Hacksaw Jim Duggan. Neither are in the film a whole lot, but they do seem to be having a good time. The DVD screener I saw had outtakes after the end credits. Hopefully these will eventually be included as DVD extras, because they do have an endearing quality. And it’s fun to see Jim Duggan hamming it up and cracking himself up during filming.

If you like movies that are more of the so bad they’re good variety, which I definitely do, then an hour of your time isn’t really too much to give for this movie. But if you are easily distracted by poor production values and would rather be transported to another place when you watch a film, you might be better off skipping The Axeman. Or if you want a lesson on how to make a great movie out of almost nothing, watch this with Stephen Soderbergh’s Bubble. It will be the shortest double feature ever, but it should be crystal clear why some movies work and why some don’t.

Semi-Charmed Productions are releasing The Axeman of Henderson County on November 15th – learn more at their Facebook page.

Celluloid Screams 2014 Review: Starry Eyes (2014)

Review by Ben Bussey

A young woman stands in front of a mirror in her underwear. Anyone in their right mind would agree she looks beautiful, and yet as she runs her eyes up and down her body her insecurity is written all over her face; seeing nothing but flaws, she is deeply uncomfortable, and unhappy in her own skin. Just what absurd, unattainable ideal does she aspire to that makes her feel this way – and what would she be prepared to do to reach it? So begins an intriguing parable on the drive for fame and glory, and the monstrosity it can bring out of ostensibly decent people.

The aforementioned young woman is an aspiring Hollywood actress named Sarah (Alex Essoe). When not waiting tables at a Hooters-esque restaurant, she’s attending auditions and classes left and right in desperate pursuit of her dream; and in the little downtime she has she’s hanging out with her friends, all of whom are in the same boat, endlessly discussing the movies they want to make but can’t seem to make happen. However, when the opportunity arises to audition for a new horror movie from a long-established production company, Sarah doesn’t hesitate giving it a shot. Soon she finds herself face to face with two poker-faced casting agents (a sinister Maria Olsen, and a wonderfully slimy cameo from Marc Senter) – but when it doesn’t go as well as she’d hoped, Sarah retreats to the bathroom and inadvertently lets out her frustrations in a primal scream. Hearing this, the casting agents decide to give her another shot – and soon it looks like she just might have her foot in the door after all. However, as further auditions take progressively more unorthodox and sinister forms, Sarah is forced to ask herself just how far she’s willing to go – and we’re compelled to wonder just what it is she’s really auditioning for.

As Starry Eyes was screened at Celluloid Screams straight after Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla (reviewed here), one immediately notes certain parallels between the two films. Both are intensely character-based, focusing almost entirely on a lone protagonist who we follow on a downward spiral into despair and self-destruction. Not unlike how CSV’s Warren decorates the interior of his ice cream van with photos of his soap opera dream woman, Starry Eyes’ Sarah covers her bedroom walls with black and white portraits of classic screen sirens; while her collage would seem less explicitly sexual in its motivation, both embody the desire spurring the characters on, something seemingly greater than the life they know, which they think will make them complete. Both films begin from a grounded starting point and go on to blur the lines between fantasy and reality; but in this respect, Starry Eyes pushes things a good bit further, venturing beyond the domain of psychological drama into full-on supernatural horror territory. Its core message isn’t necessarily anything too ground-breaking – Hollywood celebrity status is a corrosive lie that steals the very soul of those who fall prey to it – yet it presents this in a fascinating and compelling manner, hinting at a rich, dark mythology beneath the surface which we get the barest glimpse of here.

Another more readily apparent reference point would of course be Black Swan, in which Natalie Portman’s ballerina undergoes similar psychological trauma in her drive to become a legend in her field, but where in Aronofsky’s film the bulk of the character’s ordeals would seem to be entirely in her head, at least some portion of what Sarah goes through would seem to be very real. And most importantly for our purposes, Starry Eyes whole-heartedly embraces the horror aspects which Black Swan only flirted with (balls to Oscar-baiting/mainstream acceptance!) The whole enterprise is only a black-gloved-finger’s nudge away from slipping into full-on Italian horror homage, with the shadow of Argento hanging over everything from the atmospheric synthesizer score (echoes of Drive and Maniac here also), the flashes of surrealism, the striking use of colour and shade, and indeed the look of pale skinned, dark haired lead actress Alex Essoe.

Happily, writer-director duo Kevin Kolsch and Dennis Widmyer prove rather more adept at presenting three-dimensional female roles than old Dario, and they made an excellent choice for the role in Essoe. The fact that she comes to this role as an unknown only makes it easier to accept her as a greenhorn, swamped with self-doubt yet burning with ambition. This is one of those roles that most young actors crave, one that really puts them through the full ringer – from joy to despair, sexy to ugly, insecurity to insanity – and Essoe squeezes it for all it’s worth, without ever lapsing into melodrama. She also has some excellent support; as well as the aforementioned Marc Senter and Maria Olsen, we have a wonderfully sinister turn from Louis Deszeran (not Ray Wise from Twin Peaks as I’d initially thought) as a producer. Starry Eyes also becomes a mini-Red White & Blue reunion, for as well as Senter we also have Amanda Fuller as Sarah’s well-meaning roommate. Fabianne Therese (John Dies at the End) gives another of the most compelling supporting performances as the ‘frenemy’ whose rivalry with Sarah grows steadily more intense throughout.

Still, there are definitely complaints that can be made of Starry Eyes, the most glaring of which is its perhaps slightly misguided lapse into rather predictable splatter territory in the final scenes. While these gruesome moments are certainly well-handled (even provoking a few audible gasps from what you’d assume to be a comparatively hardened horror festival audience), they do feel like a bit of a concession to expectation when all that went before played with genre conventions in an interesting and fairly unpredictable way. The conclusion that follows seems likely to leave audiences divided, though curiously I can imagine some viewers might consider it too weird, whilst others might not think it was quite weird enough. The cinematography may also be a bit of a problem; naturally there’s a lot of darkness in the movie, but at times it’s a little too dark to really follow what’s going on (that said, I’m not sure if there was perhaps a slight issue with the print Celluloid Screams were given, as the image seemed a little too dim throughout).

As I said earlier, when it comes down to it the underlying message of Starry Eyes is pretty straightforward, and not particularly new: the single-minded pursuit of fame and fortune is unhealthy, and likely to take far more away from a person than it gives. Even so, as a breakthrough feature for both actress Essoe and writer-directors Kolsch and Widmyer, Starry Eyes highlights some real talents whom I very much hope will pursue their film careers further. That said, I bloody well hope the directors turn down Texas Chainsaw prequel Leatherface, to which they have been linked; and I certainly hope that no one involved in this film had to undergo quite the same ordeal as Sarah to make it this far…

Starry Eyes is released to cinemas in VOD in the US on November 14th, via Dark Sky Films. In the UK, it will be screened at Nottingham’s Mayhem Festival on 1st November, and at Abertoir in Aberystwyth on 16th November.

Blu-Ray Review: Graduation Day (1981)

Review by Tristan Bishop

The American school system was a very dangerous place in the eighties. Forget the over-emphasis on sports scholarship, the rife bullying of nerds and the horrendous idea of having to find a date for the prom (I’m glad we never had to do that in the UK) – the worst aspect of school/college in the States was undoubtedly the abundance of psycho killers slicing and dicing their way through the student body. At least that’s how it seemed, of course. After the influential, yet slow-burn success that was Black Christmas (1974), Halloween (1978) exploded the teen slasher movie into the mainstream, and by the early eighties we were literally swimming in genre films featuring young people getting picked off one-by-one. Of course we reached critical mass fairly quickly, and the genre started to die off by 1985 – the occasional resurrection such as Scream (1996) or Sorority Row (2009) being the exception. However, for a few glorious years the slasher was king, and now the world of HD is catching up, as more and more vintage horror films are being given BD releases. And not just the acknowledged classics either; films which have long been regarded as second-tier are being given a new lease of life, and Graduation Day fits that description perfectly.

The credit sequence is certainly impressive, using some cracking disco music (from a long-forgotten band called Felony) and arresting, rhythmic editing to portray a tragic occurrence at a school track race – whilst her coach and team-mates cheer her on, a girl called Laura (Ruth Ann Llorens) takes the first place yet collapses and dies. Flash forward to months later, just before Graduation Day, and Laura’s sister Anne arrives in town as Laura is to be commemorated during the graduation ceremony. Anne is in the Navy and is a bit of a hard-ass, thinking nothing of grabbing and twisting the crotch of a sleazy van driver who gives her a lift. Soon after she is dropped off at her hometown she tries to get the attention of a girl who was in Laura’s track team. The girl doesn’t hear her, however, as she is jogging with her Walkman on. But it turns out someone is following the jogger, someone dressed in grey sweats and black gloves, and sure enough some POV camera precedes one of the least convincing throat-slashings in the history of the slasher film.

When Anne gets back to her family home (cue dysfunctional stepfather relations) she unpacks her bags to reveal (shock horror) a grey sweatsuit and some black gloves! However, as we soon realise, she isn’t the only person in town to own this particular outfit; there’s also the pushy and soon-to-be-out-of-a-job sports coach, who wears this outfit constantly. And sure enough the murders pile up as someone seems to be making their way through Laura’s track team. Is it Anne seeking her revenge? Is Coach Michaels (star turn by Christopher George) attempting to cover up his unorthodox methods? Or could it be the short-tempered principal (B-grade horror regular Michael Pataki)? Or could it be someone else entirely?

As previously mentioned, Graduation Day never made it into many people’s top ten horror film lists; in fact, you’d be hard pressed to find it on many people’s top ten eighties teen slasher film lists, but does that mean it’s a bad film? Actually, this is far from a bad film. Admittedly there are a fair few faults here – some of the murders are pitiful, with the aforementioned throat-slitting looking particularly pathetic in HD, although some of the later deaths are actually pretty entertaining, as the killer is revealed to be wearing a fencing mask and carrying a rather sharp blade to pull off the carnage with. Sadly, however, someone dressed in fencing gear doesn’t quite have the same terrifying presence as, say, a Michael Myers or a Jason Voorhees, so the scare factor of this film is pretty much non-existent.

However, this is balanced by the film’s good points – an entertaining script (with a surprisingly large amount of characters for a film of this nature) and professional actors giving solid performances throughout. We even get an early appearance by Linnea Quigley as, well, a high school girl who thinks nothing of smoking weed on school grounds, seducing teachers for better grades, and, you guessed it, taking her top off (can’t have an eighties teen slasher without boobs after all). When faced with all this the actual stalking-and-slashing takes back seat and we’re left with something more akin to a whodunit than a gore flick. Yes, there are false trails and red herrings aplenty, and many interesting avenues are left unexplored, but Graduation Day kept me entertained and guessing throughout.

Should we now be re-evaluating Graduation Day and giving it a top place in the pantheon of slasher greats? Probably not. But for those with a nostalgic yearning for the days when hair was permed and knives were bloody (or even for those too young to remember first time around), this BD release from 88 films is a must-have.

The extras on this release all come from Troma’s US release – so we get an intro by Lloyd Kaufman, an interview with Quigley, a feature length documentary on scream queens (I didn’t bother)* and, er, the Cannibal Lesbian Hoedown music video directed by Kaufman himself. Personally I would have liked a more detailed look at the film itself (or even a general doc on 80’s slashers) but you can’t argue that there’s plenty of extra content here.

Incidentally director Herb Freed (also responsible for the eerie 70’s chiller Haunts) was a rabbi, singer and folk dancer before becoming a director. Now there’s a man in need of a Wikipedia page.

(* Editor’s note – the documentary Scream Queens: Horror Heroines Exposed is actually an all-new exclusive documentary from High Rising, the team behind Slice & Dice: the Slasher Film Forever.)

Graduation Day is out now on UK Blu-Ray from 88 Films.

Celluloid Screams 2014 Review: The Editor (2014)

Review by Nia Edwards-Behi

Astron-6 are modern genre filmmaking’s renaissance men, writing, directing, editing, SFXing and scoring their immensely popular short films and their first two features, Manborg and Father’s Day. All their films demonstrate a love for the golden era of the VHS, as much children of the early 1990s as the 1980s, which is particularly evident in a film like Manborg. For their third feature, The Editor, this spirit of homage is still central to their filmmaking, but it gets a bit more specific. Widely referred to as a ‘giallo parody’, I think the label actually does the film a bit of a disservice. Even though a great deal of it is giallo-inspired, The Editor is rather a glorious love letter to many an Italian genre, namely horror, the giallo, and the cop movie. Referring to The Editor as a giallo parody doesn’t necessarily mis-sell the film at all – it sure is a giallo – but it might somewhat undersell it.

Co-director Adam Brooks plays the titular editor, Rey Ciso, a man crippled from over-working on a masterpiece and now slumming it on studio horror fodder. His former actress wife (Paz de la Huerta) resents him, he longs for his admiring assistant (Samantha Hill), and the rest of the cast and crew of the latest film he’s working on mock him (the bullies include Tristan Risk and Conor Sweeney). When said cast and crew start getting murdered, their bodies mutilated in such a way as to mimic the editor’s crippling injury, police inspector Peter Porfiry (Matthew Kennedy) naturally thinks he’s got an obvious prime suspect. Can the editor find the real killer and prove his innocence. ..or is he actually guilty?

Needless to say there is a lot going on in The Editor, but it says a lot for how far Astron-6 have come as filmmakers that they successfully balance the twisting narrative, the allusions and homages to other films, and the unique Astron-6 vibe to create a well-rounded and immensely enjoyable film. One of the greatest achievements of the film, for me, was just how many direct references to specific films are packed into the film, and at no point are these references jarring, smug or ‘ironic’. The homages, though often parodic and very funny, come very clearly from a strong sense of affection for these films. It’s soon very apparent that Astron-6 must be very big fans of Argento and Fulci, the directors whose bodies of work are most frequently referred to. The general feel of the film also pays homage to Italian genre films, with some excellent set and costume design on display, as well as some of the best purposefully bad dubbing I’ve come across. Astron-6 are thorough – it’s not just the dubbing that’s bad, it’s the dialogue too. They’ve not just put together a mock-Italo synth score, they’re got Claudio Simonetti to compose some of it. They haven’t just bathed a few scenes in garish lighting, they’ve lit the whole film that way. Brooks, Kennedy and Sweeney really know their stuff here, and it’s very evident in the end result.

The Editor is much more than one big reference to something else, though. The film is exceptionally funny, and the humour is pure Astron-6. Inspector Porfiry repeatedly referring to a priest (played by Laurence R. Harvey, of all people) as a wizard had me almost in tears of laughter, and that’s really quite a spectacularly simple joke. The film won’t win you over, then, if you’re not a fan of Astron-6’s humour, but it will bowl you over if you like your humour as silly and as occasionally sick as it comes. If anything, the marrying of Astron-6 humour to the various genre conventions that are parodied in the film grounds the humour a bit, which might at times have seemed a bit out of control in their earlier films. The combination of parody and out-right comedy makes for an interesting film, and I’d be fascinated to watch the film with a group of people unfamiliar with Italian genre cinema.

The film is populated by an almost note-perfect cast, and it’s testament to the collective’s talent that the members of Astron-6 who star in the film really stand out, even when up against a couple of scene-stealing cameos by Udo Kier. Brooks brings an impressive amount of pathos to the character of Rey, while Sweeney is excellent as the ambitious actor Cal and Kennedy plays Porfiry with a manic energy that only increases as the film goes on. Elsewhere the casting of Paz de la Huerta is inspired, as she seems to have really stepped straight out of a giallo. The background of the film does feature a lot of naked women, a funny recurring joke which does start to get a bit tiresome, but frankly when the filmmakers themselves are so ready to get their kits off onscreen it’s much easier to indulge the joke.

If there is one criticism that might be made of the film is that it seems just a little bit overlong. However, intentional or not, when bearing in mind the sorts of films being parodied, the slightly-too-long feel of the film is nigh-on perfect, the final, ultimate layer of homage in the film.

There have been several homages to the giallo recently: from Andreas Marschall’s Masks, through the work of Forzani and Cattet, to Peter Strickland’s Berberian Sound Studio. I’ve enjoyed all of these films, but The Editor surpasses them as effective homage because it fully embraces influences from outside the stricter confines of the giallo, and it also doesn’t forget that a hell of a lot of these films were really bloody silly, as well as being stylistically interesting. It is a particular Fulci film that appears to be one of The Editor’s biggest influences, and a giallo it ain’t. In the same spirit of said film, The Editor is a wonderful blend of the psychologically frightening, the utterly ridiculous, and lashings of over-blown gore. There’s no doubt you’ll get much more from the film if you’ve a love for the films that Astron-6 love too, but there’s a lot more than mere allusion to be enjoyed here. Astron-6 have crafted a funny, informed and affectionate film, and they deserve every opportunity to do it again, and again, and again.

The Editor plays at Mayhem Festival, Nottingham, on October 30th, and Abertoir Horror Festival, Aberystwyth, on November 11th.

VOD Review: The Houses October Built (2014)

Review by Quin

A large percentage of found footage film reviews start the same way. I’ve been guilty of perpetuating this format before, but I intend to either stop the cycle right now, or just cleverly disguise it. It seems there always has to be this overblown proclamation of how many of these types of movies are out there. If the critic likes the sub-genre, they often have to sort of apologize for that. But if they hate the sub-genre, the gloves come off and the same tired list of arguments as to why found footage films are inherently bad are written out for everyone to see. I believe, if the critic is doing his or her job, they will look at each film they see individually and judge it on its own merits without holding it up to some arbitrary standard that only exists in their own mind. I try to approach all film reviews with optimism. I am such a fan of movies in general, that I am often surprised and even a little sad when I find something that I don’t like at all.

Now that you know where I am coming from, I will tell you that I have been a longtime admirer of the found footage sub-genre. I think it is a format that when done correctly has enormous potential to not just be scary and entertaining, but to be truly horrifying. The fact that it is often so cheap to make these films is where the downside lies. Anybody can make a found footage film on their iPhone for practically nothing, you mostly just need time and a bunch of outgoing friends. When someone is just walking around in the dark and screaming and shaking the camera, or if they are just copying an old idea, things will usually not work out so well. And after you see enough movies like this, it’s understandable that you would start lose faith in all found footage films. But if we complain a little less and stop giving the bad movies so much press and really signal-boost the good ones, maybe we’ll all be a little happier and optimistic about our beloved horror movies.

Sorry for the long winded intro, but all of that had to be said. As you may have already guessed, the film I’m reviewing today is indeed a found footage film – or as the film makers have so wisely referred to it, first person POV. It’s called The Houses October Built, which is such a wonderfully poetic title; it makes me think that John Irving has written a haunted house novel. Utilizing actual real life footage, this movie does something that I’m pretty sure has never been done with the found footage sub-genre and it does it well – it also tells a simple yet compelling story, and delivers some genuine scares.

The familiar part of The Houses October Built is the setup – five friends in an RV travel around and document their adventures. The original twist is that they aren’t investigating any locations that are rumored to be haunted, instead they are looking for a good time. It’s their mission to find the best haunted attractions and report just what it is that makes the best ones so good. Right away, they make it known that there are supposed to be some haunts that use extreme elements to scare their patrons. These five are going to try and find these haunts.

Much of the footage in the film is first person POV going through each attraction. The first one is the tamest, and sort of has a backwoods, Texas chainsaw kind of theme. Another one is a bit different, but probably fun for some people – guests get paint guns and are able to shoot at zombies. I’m sure it goes without saying that most of these haunts aren’t operating within the law and probably don’t have a team of lawyers in case something goes wrong. But who cares, it’s Halloween time!

The group of traveling amateur filmmakers are a pretty thinly drawn bunch. You could easily replace them with the cast of The Breakfast Club and you would probably get the same results. This certainly isn’t a bad thing, but don’t expect to really get to know these people. You’ll care just enough and then fate will step in to do with them what it will. As the five get closer to finding what is known as the Blue Skeleton, which is a haunt with no fixed location, the haunts start getting darker and more terrifying. One of them uses children and has cells filled with what look like captives. The group also starts to notice that maybe they’re being followed by some of the characters they have seen along the way. The similarities to Alice in Wonderland are not lost on me. One happens to be a bloody white rabbit wielding a hatchet and another is a living porcelain doll with long strands of hair hanging sparsely from her mostly bald scalp. It’s a stunning makeup effects job and a creepy performance from Chloë Crampton. The character is so unsettling, she deserves her own spinoff feature film.

I reviewed a great documentary a few months ago called The American Scream. It was about the people who make these amateur haunts for Halloween at their homes. The haunts in The Houses October Built are nowhere near the ones shown in the documentary. Although that film focused more on the construction and agony that goes into creating the haunt, this film makes sure you get to experience the finished product. If you like going through haunted houses and mazes, it’s reason enough to see this one. Something that fans of Halloween music will appreciate: my personal favorite Halloween song of all time, “Halloween Spooks” by Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, is featured prominently in a scene in a bar where a figure dressed as a skeleton begins dancing to the tune solo on a dance floor. The entire vibe in the bar reminds me of the pub scene in the Belgian film Calvaire – only it’s not as crowded and it’s a little less surreal.

The Houses October Built offers a fun and spooky adventure. It doesn’t shy away from the shocking and the darkest areas of what humans are capable of. It also inevitably ends up where all found footage movies go: they always seem to end with a vanishing. Say what you want about a predictable outcome, but at least you don’t have to worry about a happy ending ruining a found footage movie.

The Houses October Built is available now on VOD from RLJ Entertainment.

Review: The Book of Life (2014)

Review by Svetlana Fedotov

Just in time for Halloween, Book of Life has charged into theaters this past couple of weeks to the delight of kids and animation geeks everywhere. Beautifully designed to embrace that ever-so-festive Mexican Day of the Dead vibe, this little bit of kiddie-sedation has received praise across the board for being one of the most original holiday films since Nightmare Before Christmas. While definitely stylish in its efforts, it does fall prey to some tired plot clichés, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re forced to sit through it as much as you get to. Also, Guillermo del Toro is plastered all over this thing – though only as producer – so you know it’s going to be good (Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark notwithstanding.)

The movie focuses on your standard love-triangle of two boys and a girl. Our heroes, Manolo and Joaquin, are both in love with sassy-yet-sensitive Maria and despite their friendly rivalry, the three are the best of friends. Unbeknownst to them, during a celebration of the dead, La Muerta, the goddess of the Land of the Remembered and Xibalba, the god of the Land of the Forgotten, have placed a bet on which boy would win Maria’s heart, with the winning god ruling both the lands. As the three living humans grow up, they each are forced into roles decided by their parents with Manolo a bullfighter, Joaquin a soldier, and Maria, a proper lady (though it doesn’t quite stick.) As Manolo, with his soulful guitar and sexy accent, gains a foothold in Maria’s heart, Xibalba takes matters into his own hands and forces Manolo to traverse the land of the dead to earn her love.

As stated, the animation is incredible. Opting for a traditional, marionette look, the 3D characters were designed to reflect a hand cut, puppet style that works wonders with the Mexican story. In fact, there were a lot of nods to Hispanic culture, including a wonderful appreciation of the flat-face paintings of Pablo Picasso in the form of background characters (though he’s technically from Spain.)The color palate was beautifully chosen with subtle yet cheery tones for the living and wild-in-out party bonanza for the land of the dead. Let’s just say, when they do big, they do BIG! Personally, I dig the little nuances added to each character, like the mini, hand painted-looking skulls on Manolo’s clothes or La Muerta’s ridiculously wide brimmed head. This is one of the most visually engrossing films I’ve seen in a while.

Unfortunately, if you hoping for a story that matches the originality of the art, you might be a bit disappointed. You can pretty much predict the whole plot within the first five minutes and know exactly who Maria is going to marry in the first ten. Also, the majority of the songs are covers of pop songs that were probably popular around the time production started, so it’s oddly jarring and kind of confusing why they couldn’t write a more original musical score. That being said, the plot is not THAT big of a deal. It’s not so strictly by the books that you can mouth the words as the characters speak them; it’s just, well, obvious. But there are some good points of the story, such as treating the gods as neither good nor evil despite Xibalba shady appearance, something that is reinforced in all mythology. Also, while you might suspect that Joaquin might be a formidable foe given his arrogance, he manages to skid the expectation and is surprisingly a good guy. Don’t worry, there will be a villain (there pretty much has to be or what’s the point), but it’s pretty cool how they handle it.

Marking the directorial debut of Jorge R. Gutiérrez and featuring voices of Diego Luna, Zoe Saldana, Ron Perlman, and Channing Tatum (with Danny Trejo and Cheech Marin for authenticity), the Book of Life is what you would expect but in a very unexpected way. Safe for even the easiest-to-scare kids, you’ll be happy for the hour and a half break while finding yourself lost in the wondrously inventive world yourself.

The Book of Life is in cinemas everywhere now.

Celluloid Screams 2014 Review: Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla (2013)

Review by Ben Bussey

Stuart Simpson would appear to be a filmmaker for whom “start as you mean to go on” was never the maxim. After breaking through internationally with 2010’s gleefully trashy neo-grindhouse movie Monstro! (AKA El Monstro del Mar), the Australian indie director has taken a rather different path for his next movie (actually his third, after 2006’s The Demons Among Us). With nary a supernatural entity in sight, Simpson takes us into the everyday life of a simple-minded, largely friendless ice cream man, whose isolation and emotional problems lead him deeper into a fantasy world, as his fixation on a TV soap opera actress, his grief over the death of his pet cat, and a conflict with a local small-time criminal threaten to push him to breaking point. I came to this screening at Sheffield’s annual horror festival with high expectations, based not only on my enjoyment of Simpson’s last film, but also the hugely positive reaction this film has been met with on the international festival circuit. It is with a heavy heart, then, that I must admit I wasn’t completely won over by Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla. While there is without doubt a great deal to applaud in the film, somehow it ultimately rings a bit hollow for me.

From the moment I read the premise of Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla, I was immediately reminded of another recent ice cream-related movie, Some Guy Who Kills People, in which Kevin Corrigan portrays the ostensibly similar role of a troubled, mid-thirties ice cream parlour employee with a murderous fixation on the bullies that ruined his life. The two films are in truth very different from one another, but I can’t help noting that the key reason I was personally so taken with Some Guy Who Kills People (you may recall it made our top 20 films of the past 5 years) was how it wound up going completely the opposite direction from what I had anticipated: rather than being a gloomy, pessimistic, descent-into-madness story, it was surprisingly upbeat and optimistic. My main problem with Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla, then, is that it’s pretty much exactly the film I had initially expected Some Guy to be. From the synopsis alone, it’s quite clear where the film is headed, as this poor, deeply troubled and lonely man grows ever more troubled and ever more lonely, and the veil of sanity grows ever thinner. There’s never a doubt that it will all end badly – but even when the shit finally does hit the fan, it’s more of a small damp splat than the overwhelming storm of shredded fecal matter we might have hoped for.

Still, this is not to suggest that Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla has nothing going for it. The film may tell a fairly familiar tale, but it tells it well – and this is thanks in no small part to the efforts of leading man Glenn Maynard as ice cream man Warren. A near-constant presence throughout the film, Maynard (who also co-produces and co-conceived the story) does great work painting a sympathetic portrait of – in the truest sense of the word – a pathetic man, as we follow him day-by-day through his humdrum routine: a routine which is immediately thrown out of sync by the death of his pet cat. This early moment rather sets the tone, for while there’s certainly a dash of dark humour, Warren’s grief isn’t played for laughs at all. As we come to realise he’s essentially lost the closest friend he had, there’s no question that things are only going to get worse. And lo and behold they do, as Warren finds himself inadvertently sharing the turf of pimp and drug dealer Rocko (a brilliantly obnoxious and sinister turn from Aston Elliot). What begins as schoolboy-ish bullying from both Rocko and his cronies gradually builds into outright threatening behaviour when Warren has the nerve to talk back – and again, it’s clear things will only get worse.

Taxi Driver is an obvious point of reference; loner in a vehicle, seemingly invisible to his customers, inwardly grimacing at the ugliness he sees on the streets – a pimp in particular – and longing for the affection of an unavailable woman. However, Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla’s Warren has considerably less violence in his background than Travis Bickle, and his object of desire – soap star Katie George (Kyrie Capri, previously seen in Monstro!) – is so patently unattainable it hurts. When Katie George unexpectedly enters Warren’s life, it isn’t too hard to work out where things are headed, but that doesn’t make Warren’s pain any less palpable. Again, kudos to Glenn Maynard, for when Warren’s inevitable breakdown finally comes, it is haunting to witness.

Still, as compelling as Maynard’s performance is, I have to wonder if they could have found a better way to explore his mental state than the use of video diaries. These are introduced maybe 30 minutes into the film, and more or less takes precedence from that point on, with Maynard delivering a series of direct-to-camera monologues filling us in on Warren’s past and giving us some insight into his state of mind. Clearly these scenes are intended to help put things into context, but I can’t help feeling the film might have been stronger without them; it just feels a bit of a tired and obvious device to me, and I can’t help feeling the diary entries only really serve to pad the running time out rather than telling us anything we truly need to know. Far more interesting to my mind are the comparatively under-emphasised daydream sequences, wherein Warren imagines himself as a new love interest for Katie George on Round The Block (a brilliant spoof of the soaps for which Australia is notorious), and as an Eastwood-eque gunslinger facing off against Rocko’s Lee Van Cleef. These, I think, give us an equal insight into Warren whilst playing out in a more interesting and dryly humourous way.

Ultimately, Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla’s main flaw is also its key strength: its single-minded focus on one character. By keeping the spotlight squarely on Warren and leaving all other characters in the background, it feels like the film ultimately spreads itself pretty thin to make it to feature-length. Still, the performances are solid and the direction is assured; this film certainly cements Stuart Simpson as a filmmaker to keep an eye on, and if his next is as far removed from this as it is from his previous film, who knows what to expect (though he did tell us a while back he’s working on something a bit Mad Max-ish). Still, as much as I hate to detract from the pretty much unequivocal praise Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla is garnering elsewhere, I can’t help feeling this film is ultimately another stepping stone toward truly great work in the future, rather than the masterpiece many are declaring it to be.

Chocolate Strawberry Vanilla is released to UK DVD and Blu-ray on 10th November 2014, from Monster Pictures.