Horror in Short: Seize the Night (2015)

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By Keri O’Shea

Vampires vs. werewolves, in a film directed, produced, edited and starring the same person? Wait – a twelve-minute film? I have to say, my curiosity was piqued by just what Seize the Night would be able to achieve in that short time frame. As you might expect, there’s a lot of ambition involved here – though I would say that the film acts as a taster rather than a straightforward narrative, as the eagerness to get ideas on screen overstretches the constraints of this particular medium.

To quote a few sentences of the press release for context, ‘the plot revolves around renegade vampire assassin Eva (Emma Dark) who’s recently escaped from a secret bio-research compound and is hell bent on taking revenge against those who put her there, including a pack of werewolves led by alpha Tobias (Carey Thring), and a secret government faction known only as Cable 9.’

Vampire assassin, fighting werewolves…well, indeed, there is a deal of overlap between Seize the Night/Underworld and Eva/Selene and I hope it’s not an insult to say that the newer film wears this relationship very much on its sleeve; I mean, how could it not? There are similarities in terms of theme (duh), aesthetics, the closely-matching colour palette, lots of washed-out urban nightscapes and of course the goth-friendly garb worn by our protagonist. If you enjoyed the Underworld films then you will probably see this short, appreciate it, and wonder if it’s the calling card for a feature. It does some things on its own terms, mind, and if you can believe it – reminder, this is a twelve minute film – Seize the Night packs in a mention of a deadly virus and some killer covens too. Now, as ambitious as all of this is, I think I’d like to see the film slow down a tad, explore its ideas more and not feel that it has to do everything to show it could do anything. However, now that I’ve seen the film and read some other reviews, it appears that – as usual – I’m out on a limb here…

The urban sprawl is nicely shot throughout, and the film’s evocative soundtrack by Eric Elick is something very special. On board for the film’s short action sequence is none other than Roy Scammell, by the way, so Dark is clearly in good company. Overall, there’s a real eagerness for the subject matter being tackled here, an eagerness which sometimes trips over itself to get it all out there, but clearly Emma Dark loves what she’s doing and I hope to cast an eye over her other films sometime soon. In the meantime, the film is now available to view for free via Vimeo: you can check it out here.

‘An Insolent Ungodliness’: 45 Years of The Blood on Satan’s Claw

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By Nia Edwards-Behi

I’ve already had the pleasure of writing at length about one of my all-time favourite films for this website’s anniversary retrospective series, when in 2012 I wrote about The Last House on the Left’s 40th anniversary. Time goes on and now I’m very excited to have the pleasure of commemorating 45 years of another of my set-in-stone favourites: Blood on Satan’s Claw. 45 years on from its release, it still stands proudly as one of the finest examples of the British ‘folk horror’ cycle alongside its infamous stablemate Witchfinder General and the one everyone’s seen, The Wicker Man.

There’s a history in Britain for committing great, incomprehensible violence toward individuals who were believed to associate with the devil, and this history has been mined in its horror cinema. In the ‘folk horror’ tradition, there’s broadly two sorts of film in which the recollection of this past appears. While films like The Wicker Man or Satan’s Slave use the invocation of this past Britain in a contemporary setting, often resulting in the triumph of archaic ritual in a contemporary setting, others are explicitly period-set, like Blood on Satan’s Claw, a past Britain providing a safe space to explore the nastier implications of devil worship, and often ending with the devil defeated, at least arbitrarily. Blood on Satan’s Claw is one of the finest examples of these films, in my opinion, primarily due to its wonderful atmosphere of creeping evil. The Judge aside, the film is primarily interested in the way the evil spreads in the village, rather than the quest to stamp it out – those villagers who begin in fear are discredited at almost every turn – or end up dead.

In rural 18th Century England, a farm worker, Ralph (Barry Andrews), uncovers a strange skull while ploughing a field. Soon, villagers begin to act strangely, starting with Rosalind (Tamara Ustinov), fiancée of the farm’s young master, Peter (Simon Williams). The discovery of the skull primarily seems to affect the village’s children, led by Angel Blake (Linda Hayden) – though some, such as Cathy Vespers (Wendy Padbury) remain good. Ralph insists that the local judge (Patrick Wymark) investigate the evil that seems to be taking over, but he remains sceptical until people begin dying. Once Peter convinces the Judge of the truth of the matter, he must return to the village to do battle with evil itself.

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It almost goes without saying that Linda Hayden is an enormously important part of Blood on Satan’s Claw’s enduring appeal. While I’m about to embark on a verbose, over-wrought account of just how clever and interesting the film is, it’s really quite important to point out that Angel Blake is simply one of the best villains in British horror cinema, and that reflects on the film as a whole. Leon Hunt has described the character as ‘Lolita from Hell’, which sums her up perfectly. We barely glimpse Angel before she comes into contact with the claw which seemingly turns her evil, but there is enough suggestion that she’s always been a bit wayward – from her toying with Mark when we first meet her, and the Reverend’s assertion that her behaviour has seemed odd for quite some time. The sort of power Angel soon asserts over the other children – and indeed some of the adults – could easily have been rendered unconvincing, to the complete detriment of the film, if not for Hayden’s masterful performance. Although she is no doubt hugely exploited for her sex appeal and her burgeoning star persona, Hayden brings much more than seduction to the role of Angel, even if that is her main draw. Indeed, there are certain shots in the film – close-up on Angel’s face, as she seems to will wrong-doing to others – that seem to explicitly recall the most famous photo of the then very recent child-murderer Mary Bell. While I don’t want to claim that this must have been intentional, I’m certainly not the first to draw a line from Blood on Satan’s Claw to much more contemporary concerns.

As much as I adore the film, it’s fair to say that its somewhat troubled production shows in the finished product. Written by Robert Wynne-Simmons and directed by Piers Haggard for Tony Tenser’s Tigon Productions, Blood on Satan’s Claw was originally intended to be an anthology film. This is most evident when Rosalind and Peter’s plotline is seemingly forgotten about early on in the film, until Peter plays messenger near the film’s climax. It’s also evident that the production ran out of money – as seen in the film’s climactic showdown stretched out with slow-motion and then abruptly ending. Wynne-Simmons’ original script supposedly ended with an outright massacre, with the Judge forced to kill many villagers, including children, but the budgetary constraints result in a somewhat less spectacular climax to the film. Even so, the film manages to be extremely interesting, even in the face of creative and financial complications.

If there is to be an attempt at wiping out evil, the quest to do so naturally needs a figurehead. A lot of British horror films during the 50s and 60s would feature an obvious hero to save the day against some supernatural evil, even if the hero figure wasn’t always the most interesting part of the film. However, as with the horror genre as a whole, things were changing throughout the 1960s and indeed by the 1970s there were plentiful examples of heroes not always emerging triumphant. A prime example would be Witchfinder General, which, having positioned the witchfinder himself as evil rather than the so-called witches, finds its hero in noble soldier Richard Marshall (Ian Ogilvy). But, though heroic in his ostensible defeat of Hopkins, he pays dearly with his own sanity, and likely that of his traumatised fiancée too. It’s not clear who the hero might be in Blood on Satan’s Claw, in part due to the aforementioned changes in script during production. Many characters seem set-up to be the ‘hero’ of the film – there’s Ralph, the nice young man who loses the girl he loves to the demon and resists its influence to the end, or Peter, a man returning home to introduce his fiancée to his family. Arguably the film’s clearest hero-figure is sceptical authority figure The Judge, as he seems to destroy the demon at the film’s climax. However, the finality of his apparent success is very subtly undermined thanks to some crafty filmmaking. While the opening scene presents us with an uncanny close-up of an eye still in the socket of the strange skull unearthed by Ralph, so the film ends with a close-up of The Judge’s eye, surrounded by the flames of the fire that we assume is consuming the demon.

To further underline the film’s concluding ambiguity, we only need turn an ear to the soundtrack. Marc Wilkinson’s score is one of my absolute favourite things about the film, and it really manages to amp-up the impact of everything that happens on screen. There are two distinct leitmotifs that occur again and again in the film: the gentle pastoral melody that sounds like a folk song – but isn’t, according to its composer – and the chromatic scale that plays over it. When the film ends, on the still image of The Judge’s eye, that chromatic scale, which sounds a lot to me like a laugh, is still chuckling away, and indeed once the credits have finished rolling – and with the eye still on-screen – that scale is all that remains on the soundtrack. Wynne-Simmons has himself noted that he considered the demonic character to be more ‘alive’ than The Judge, who essentially represents an archaic sense of authority. For the sense of evil to transfer or persist to The Judge at the film’s close isn’t, I don’t think, too much of a leap.

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There’s another scene in the film in which the music plays a very key role, and it’s perhaps the film’s most effective, memorable and troubling scene: the rape and murder of Cathy Vespers. Cathy, played by Wendy Padbury, is the film’s ‘good girl’ – she’s religious, cares for her family and is giddy about the burgeoning romance between her and Ralph. She is sweetness embodied, but her sweetness does not save her. While in the American horror tradition that would emerge later in the decade the virginal Cathy would undoubtedly be the survivor of the film, in Blood on Satan’s Claw her downfall is a troubling conflation of sex and violence. Horror, by now, is perhaps one of the most obvious arenas which sees sex and violence frequently combined, but what stands out in Blood on Satan’s Claw is the sheer joyfulness of a scene of a most heinous act. Unlike the earlier murder of Cathy’s brother Mark, Cathy’s death is ritualistic and painfully drawn out – we sense she’s in real danger much earlier than she does, and even when she does she’s truly helpless. What makes the sequence really effective is the children’s glee in the act, and the complicity it invites in the viewer. The music in the scene turns triumphant and celebratory, and plays a great role in inviting viewer complicity with the mood. I’m not trying to suggest that the scene invites the viewer to replicate the feelings of enjoyment of the girl’s rape and murder; rather, the scene is precisely all the more disturbing because of its depiction of the act as a happy one for the children – it’s the moment their ecstatic nihilism (to borrow from Leon Hunt) is at its most profound. The scene best brings together all of the more serious aspects of the film, which is perhaps put best and most concisely by Wynne-Simmons himself, when he describes the film as being about “the inherent evil of children and the overt sexuality of evil”.

For me, it’s impossible to consider the depiction of sex or violence in a film like this without considering the representation of gender. Although Linda Hayden’s sex appeal is exploited as much as her acting talents, Angel Blake is arguably a strong female character, in that she is at least an incredibly memorable villain (and only slightly undermined by the fact that the arguably ‘male’ devil is using her as a vessel for destruction). The representations of women might not have been wholly progressive, but films such as Blood on Satan’s Claw do offer a degree of subversion. The sheer number of significant female characters important – in addition to Angel and Cathy, Margaret (Michelle Dotrice) is a vital part of the picture, and Rosalind is at least as memorable as several of the male characters, even if her appearance is brief.

It would be unfair to simply think of the representation of women in these films: as I’ve touched upon, the heroic male should normally save the day, but the representation of masculinity is much more nuanced. When considering Blood on Satan’s Claw alongside its stablemates, it’s worth noting a certain degree of impotency in would-be heroes of many of these films. Specifically, though, consider Ralph: he is unable to save Cathy, searching fruitlessly for her as she’s attacked and killed, and he then fails in his attempt at saving Margaret as some sort of recompense. He then finds himself afflicted with the devil’s skin, attempts to avoid his fate by cowering in the seemingly doomed attic, and would surely have fallen foul of Angel’s merry band of devils had The Judge not intervened. Similarly, Peter is rendered mostly useless in the film, right from the very beginning, emasculated by his aunt and The Judge, losing his fiancée, chopping off his own hand in a fit of bedevilment and from then on reduced to more or less standing around for the rest of the film. Indeed, The Judge is the only powerful male character in the film – other figures of authority throughout the film either undermined or light relief – and even his victory is rendered somewhat futile through the implication of his own evil. Even if Ralph and the surviving children are freed from the devil’s control in that moment, what awaits them at the hands of The Judge?

Like many of its genre-mates of the period, there is an element of generational conflict apparent in Blood on Satan’s Claw. Seemingly reflecting the social changes of the era, these films frequently represent an over-bearing older generation forcing a rebellion from children. Peter Hutchings has written about the youth of the filmmakers at this time – most famously, of course, the tragic Michael Reeves, only 24 when he made Witchfinder General, and indeed younger when he made The Sorcerers, a film much more overtly about generational conflict. Piers Haggard was only 31 when he directed Blood on Satan’s Claw, while writer Wynne-Simmons had only just left university. For Hutchings, these films were evidence of dissatisfaction amongst young filmmakers with traditional forms of horror, which he also associates with the changes that occurred in American horror around the same time. He identifies a particular sense of patriarchy within the British horror tradition, which makes this rebellion, of sorts, all the more marked in Britain. While the most obvious evidence of this sense of generational conflict in Blood on Satan’s Claw is in the children, early on there is quite a distinctly overbearing sense of tradition established quite apart from any satanic influence.

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When Peter brings Rosalind home to his aunt and The Judge, they out-right reject their union. Rosalind is horribly treated by them, and when her screaming starts their immediate response to simply lock her up – she is only a farmer’s daughter, after all – rather than try and help her. This assault from an older generation on the young is clear here – as Aunt Banham tries to slap some sense into Rosalind, so too The Judge physically restrains and strikes Peter, who just wants to help his fiancée. What’s curious in Blood on Satan’s Claw is that it’s actually not only children and young people who are being swayed by the devil – there are some very elderly people in Angel’s cohort too. Perhaps there’s a suggestion then that once we reach a certain age, those in the prime of their lives start treating us as juvenile and impressionable once again.

But, ultimately, is all of this giving Blood on Satan’s Claw more credit than it deserves? I don’t think it is, even if the finished film is a bit of a narrative mess. I can only imagine what an effective film it could have been given the right budget and the right time and space to develop it as initially envisioned by both Wynne-Simmons and Haggard. What the film might lack in story-telling though it more than makes up for in sheer atmosphere. Even with the wonky special effects and all the ‘that it be’ dialogue, the film still manages to be effectively creepy. After 45 years it’s a film that still retains its power to disturb and with it comes a pleasing sense of devilish anarchy.

Further Reading:

Peter Hutchings, 2004: ‘Modern Horror and the 1970s’ in The Horror Film
Leon Hunt, 2002: ‘Necromancy in the UK: witchcraft and the occult in British Horror’ in British Horror Cinema, Steve Chibnall & Julian Petley eds.
David Taylor, 1996: ‘“Don’t over-act with your fingers!” The making of Blood on Satan’s Claw’ in Shock: The Essential Guide to Exploitation Cinema, Steven Jaworzyn ed.

DVD Review: Craze (1974)

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By Keri O’Shea

Crazed acolytes! That’s always a good start to a film, be in a golden oldie or a modern piece of cinema – and that’s just how we get going in Craze, a lesser-known horror movie from the oeuvre of British director Freddie Francis (a man with a distinguished filmography to his name, including many classics from Hammer and Amicus). The opening reels show us a group of people gathered in a darkened basement, offering fealty to an entity called Chiku – an African deity rather than good Ol’ Scratch then, but in the great scheme of things, it doesn’t seem to matter greatly. We’re immediately shown robes, boobs and blood; this could be any malign deity, anywhere. And at the head of proceedings is a man by the name of Neal Mottram.

craze boxThe film feels incredibly British from the outset as, when the ritual is ended, Mottram (Jack Palance) has a cigarette and does a spot of tidying up. It’s important to keep up appearances, see, as by day he’s a somewhat dodgy antiques seller, aided and abetted by a younger assistant, Ronnie (Martin Potter). The arrival of an irate ex-Priestess, demanding to take the idol of Chiku away with her, barely makes an impression on Mottram and after a struggle she is soon dispatched – for good – on the prongs of Chiku’s weapon. This, to Mottram, is the reason for a sudden change in his fortunes. The following day, as he begins to empty an antique desk ready for sale, he uncovers a hidden drawer which is full of gold coins, thus ending his money worries – problems we are led to gather have been going on for some time. He reasons that this must be because of the sacrifice which fate saw him make to Chiku; by the same logic, then, he decides he has to continue worshipping Chiku in this same grisly manner.

And the film is grisly, at certain moments, though many of the worst excesses are implied rather than shown. For instance, in an early scene where Mottram kills, we don’t actually see a great deal, but it still feels rather unpleasant, even from the decidedly low-key footage we get of a panicked scream and later, a burned female hand. After a punchy beginning, however, the film settles into something far more sedate: really speaking, it is Palance’s performance which carries the film through what feels like a long lull in the middle, although of course as the majority of the film is at this pace, it’s the way in which it’s bookended with stronger fare which deviates, not the other way around. Palance feels like an odd choice in a British film to an extent (though he had worked with Francis previously via Amicus) but this is far from the only occasion when an American actor has been shoehorned into a British production, as I understand happened on this project: fact is, however he came to be cast, he makes rather a good bastard, and kept me engaged throughout. Smiling wryly through a number of convoluted plans and watertight alibis, Mottram is good fun, and when the script calls for something more unhinged, Palance can certainly do that too. Any scenery-chewing is entirely in keeping with the character, in my opinion…

After all, it’s left rather more abstract as to whether Mottram is really under the thrall of a mysterious god, or simply takes his change in fortunes as a sign that Chiku is a real supernatural force and begins killing accordingly. I don’t feel that this chicken/egg aspect derails the film per se, but I also feel like a bigger budget and more time spent might have led to the coven we see at the beginning resurfacing and maybe spelling it out for us a bit more – I can’t help but feel like this was the original intention. It’s rather odd really – and when that force of nature Diana Dors (as the character Dollie Newman) recounts stories of covens meeting in the woods, and fire, and blood rites and so on, it’s hard not to feel somewhat cheated that none of this made it to camera!

Still, cop-out or otherwise, there is plenty here to entertain. Fans of 70s British horror could do far worse pick this up, and not just for the reasons I’ve already given: this film is an interesting roll-call of British acting talent, with even a young David Warbeck popping up as a police officer, and as you might expect, all the glories of 70s Britain are present and correct (nightclubs and bars in horror films are a special source of enjoyment, I always find). Certainly, if you enjoy Freddie Francis’s work elsewhere in the horror canon, then why not add to that with this modest offering? Yes, it’s weak in places, and lacks pace in others, but it’s still modestly enjoyable, and I’m not sorry I gave it an hour and a half of my time.

Nucleus Films have tried hard to bring us a complete version of this rarity, meaning some short, unavoidable minor dips in quality: entirely reasonable, given how hard they’ve worked to put this together in the first place. The release is chaptered, has a trailer, and an enjoyable Freddie Francis trailer reel is included too.

Craze (1974) was released by Nucleus Films on 4th April 2016.

Ilsa vs. Elsa: Two Nazisploitation Movies and Their Leading Ladies

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By Keri O’Shea

Why did Nazisploitation movies enjoy such a brief, if lurid moment in the sun during the European cinema of the 1970s? Perhaps the old adage ‘history is written by the winners’ applies as much to the arts as it does to other aspects of society; certainly, there has never been any great number of either exploitation, art-house or anywhere-in-between Western films based around the atrocities of the Soviets during WWII, though the subsequent Cold War did at least feed into a wealth of paranoid American sci-fi (a topic for another post, mind you). There are various reasons that this may be the case, above and beyond the fact that the Russians fought alongside the Allies at this time. It could be that, having come through the trials of the Second World War, exploitation cinema simply relished the opportunity to mock the defeated Nazis – at a safe distance, and after enough years had elapsed for it to be possible to deal with this subject matter without calling to mind the very real history upon which it was all based. By the 1970s, or indeed 1969 when Love Camp 7 appeared, the war wasn’t a fresh wound – though it still remained fresh enough to be vivid, so mingled with the mockery there may have been some chances to work through the trauma, even if in a rather indirect (and often salacious) way.

Of course though, there are lots of other reasons for the rise of Nazisploitation: in a nutshell, the Nazis afford a wealth of imitable aesthetics, smart uniforms and – far more so in the fictional universe, actually – an array of tall, attractive, nubile players to wear, then shed said uniforms. The Nazis allow so many possibilities for filmmakers simply because they were hyperbole and farce writ large: also, their half-baked racial policies begot a number of sexual policies which themselves provide fertile ground for directors looking to turn a buck. When any regime runs love camps, let alone a regime as notorious as National Socialism, it may be hard to resist filming a version of that. Sex, violence, torment – far and away enough elements to work with, right there. And then, there are the ladies…

ilsaposterI don’t pretend that this feature will be a rundown of all the main Nazi lead roles played by women, but as a number of Nazisploitation films approach or pass their fortieth birthdays, I can’t help but compare a couple of films made at very nearly the same time. Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS was made in 1974; the far less-known Elsa: Fraulein SS (also known as Fraulein Devil, Captive Women 4, Fraulein SS and – confusingly as hell – Fraulein Kitty) followed quickly in its footsteps, appearing in 1977. Now, whilst the righteously notorious Salon Kitty (1976) bears close analysis all of its own, and many of the films which followed in Ilsa’s exceptional wake follow a very similar format to Ilsa (with the lead actress of Elsa, Malisa Longo, even appearing in a bit-part in Salon Kitty, just to show how much cross-pollination was going on), Ilsa and Elsa are interesting representatives of the features of the genre overall. This is both because Elsa shows just how far Ilsa had an impact within the remits of that genre, and also because the director of the later film, Frenchman Patrice Rhomm, re-framed some key ideas for his own spin on the story. Elsa feels like the end point in a continuum, encompassing elements of both Ilsa and Kitty.

elsa frauleinIn any case, there are lots of points of comparison. Both Ilsa and Elsa are high-ranking military, selected by their superiors for various special operations. The war effort needs them: each film is set at around the time when Hitler’s glorious ‘Thousand Year Reich’ looks to be on its uppers, and desperate times require desperate measures, with each woman taking on top-secret roles. For Ilsa (the incomparable Dyanne Thorne) this means overseeing a medical facility where various crude experimentation is intended to find solutions to help the Reich; prisoners-of-war are brought to her for the purpose. She has her own pet project, though, and that is to see whether her own hypothesis – that women can withstand pain better than men – is true. If it is, Ilsa intends to use this evidence to show that women could be used for the front line. Which is vaguely egalitarian, I suppose. As for Elsa, she also works with enemies of the Reich: however, she selects her number from Nazi party members, whose families have in some way betrayed the cause. Her nubile young women have something else to prove, although the perils of the front line are also important.

Colonel Elsa Ackermann is somewhere between Ilsa and Kitty in that she is also charged with special duties pertaining to the SS, but she is to perform these via recruiting girls and running a kind of ‘pleasure train’ (yeah, you heard). In order to console men broken by the pressures of warfare, see, girls will be provided: the train where they will be held will be luxurious, the girls carefully chosen for their beauty – and each room will be bugged to within an inch of its life, naturally, so that the fiercely-loyal Elsa can uncover any wrongdoing as the SS officers get jiggy with her frauleins. Elsa essentially becomes a brothel madam, but one who still dresses in the uniform – except, that is, when she appears in lacy underwear and thigh-high boots. In both Ilsa and Elsa, each woman has their fair share of lacy undies and kinky boots, and each is sexually voracious, with bad things happening when their libidos get thwarted in any way. Would it really be exploitation cinema if each director didn’t remember to have them disrobe fairly regularly? And, in each film, it is a failed love affair which threatens their mission, in one way or another. Ilsa has her half-German, half-American – the only man who hasn’t been a rampant disappointment in the bedroom; Elsa has the disillusioned SS officer Hans, and his slow rejection of her steadfast Nazism is a significant factor in her increasing on-screen wickedness. Each of the women is, after all, a flawed sadist – each woman represents a mismatch between the required cruelty of doing well in the SS and being feminine, or at least, having sexual needs beyond their desire for total power over others.

Each film plumps for a somewhat different look at the realities of war, however. Elsa: Fraulein SS is spliced with real war scenes, particularly at the beginning of the film, whereas Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS keeps a closer focus on its own footage and versions of events – but Ilsa is by far and away the nastier of the two, not only because director Don Edmonds is so unflinching in what he shoots, but also because there are real historical precedents for some of the experiments shown. This is ramped up to an unprecedented level in the Chinese film Men Behind the Sun (1988), China’s bright red scream about Japanese war atrocities and a piece of cinema which truly deserves to be called horrific; you see the same experiments in Ilsa and Men Behind the Sun a decade later – each director has simply shot versions of ordeals which really happened, making for a sickening sense of deja-vu. Ilsa may be choc-full of nudity, but it never allows viewers to be diverted by this for very long before smashing our face into some gratuitous scenes of human torment. I’ve seen many people scoff at Ilsa as ‘not that bad’ in terms of its unpleasantness, but for me it’s still a genuinely very nasty film. Elsa keeps the violence and torture rather lower in the mix, and there are only a few scenes which would really qualify, but as the leading lady unravels she certainly goes some way towards playing catch-up with her would-be contemporary.

But what of their fates? Each of them does, of course, fail in their ultimate goals and in each film a pesky resistance movement comes along to threaten their ‘good work’ – aided and abetted by the women they’ve been working with, i.e. Ilsa’s medical subjects and (some of) Elsa’s women of pleasure. Each commander’s weakness for a certain man in their lives is also a key factor in their downfalls, plus in Elsa’s case, espionage simply breeds more espionage – there’s a moral in there somewhere, folks. There’s something about viewing Nazism even through an exploitation cinema lens that makes filmmakers feel they have to end things in a way which broadly mirrors the real-life end of the war, and really speaking, this kind of highly sexualised spin on Nazism had done what it needed to by the end of the decade, not really resurfacing in a similar way again (although Nazis pop up as zombies, generally tediously, quite a lot these days).

ilsa harem keeperThat said, both Don Edmonds and Patrice Rhomm found it difficult to simply wipe out their anti-heroines in one fell swoop. Their deaths are left fairly ambiguous; Ilsa even popped up again and again in different roles and parts of the world – though I’m not suggesting that this happened in a coherent narrative across all of the films, of course. As for Elsa, did she even die? The jury’s out, though I’d say her demise was just as ambiguous as Ilsa’s. It’s as if we have to see the good guys win, sure, but an interesting female character in good boots with entertaining sexual proclivities is just too precious to get rid of entirely.

Now, as far along in time from the films which comprise the Nazisploitation genre as the films themselves were from the events they were loosely based on, we can perhaps still appreciate that, whilst enjoying this oddball array of films along the way.

Horror in Short: End of the Road (2015)

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By Keri O’Shea

On her way to her shift at a dead-end diner populated by a host of lurid, colourful characters, waitress Betsy runs into a spot of trouble: a misunderstanding between her and a local homeless guy results in a nearby stranger feeling the need to rush to her aid – nearly getting himself pepper-sprayed in the process, but such is life. To apologise for this little indiscretion, Betsy invites the guy inside (much to the chagrin of her boss who criticises her for forever collecting waifs and strays). The deal is – she buys him something to eat, then they’re done. He accepts.

But the guy concerned seems rather oddly engrossed in checking out that day’s date…and I hope I won’t spoil things too much if I say that what he discovers means things are about to get interesting in the diner.

Take a look: you can watch the film free and in its entirety here

END_OF_THE_ROAD_FINAL_websmallAn economical little film, End of the Road uses its time to throw in some neat visual clues to relevant folklore and stories (the red hoodie, the sheepskin coat) whilst doing enough, even in its short time frame, to conjure up some noteworthily overblown characters to accompany the leads. This is a very colourful film throughout, and overall it looks good. But one of its key strengths is that it has the good sense not to commit the cardinal sin of so many lycanthropy movies – showing too much of the creature. In fact, what we do see here is bloody horrifying, because we only get a mere hint of the warped physicality of the beast in question (and credit to the sound design here: part-way between animal and demon, the noises emanating from our ‘little visitor’ complement the visual smarts very well.)

A snapshot of gore-infused Americana, End of the Road is fun, and showcases some intriguing strengths along the way – without feeling the need to tell us everyone lived happily ever after.

For behind the scenes information and for news on other projects, check out Unmanned Media’s website.

Film Review: 10 Cloverfield Lane (2016)

By Keri O’Shea

Frantic, clumsy, urgent, the first thing we see in 10 Cloverfield Lane is a young woman who turns out to be named Michelle (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) throwing several of her personal possessions into a box, before hurrying to her car with them and driving away at top speed. This act is not, as you may assume based on the monster movie connections of the title Cloverfield, due to some impending invasion or disaster, and as such it’s also the first of a range of moments in the film where you’re made to second-guess your perceptions, questioning what you might otherwise feel safe to assume. Furthermore, it’s the start of a long process for Michelle: in her quest for personal agency, something which runs throughout the film, we see that she’s first fleeing an unhappy relationship – and even before further events even happen, she seems spooked, looking distrustfully around her, anxious about her decision.

But I said this was just the start of things; right at the point where Michelle seems to have found the fortitude to ignore yet another phonecall from her jilted ex and is ready to go on her way – BAM. A serious car accident flings her car off a bridge and renders her unconscious, badly injured. The next thing she’s aware of, she’s waking up in what appears to be a cell – hooked up to a drip, leg in a brace, with no idea who has put her there. Soon thereafter, she meets Howard (John Goodman), the captor who claims to have saved her after the accident.

Howard’s what you’d call a ‘prepper’, someone convinced that they need to stockpile food and resources, as well as building or adapting some sort of shelter, ready for the potentially worst to happen. Here, in an instant, it seems like his paranoid preparations for Doomsday have finally been worthwhile. Hey, even a stopped clock is right twice a day, yes? Or, maybe not? Michelle’s initial rebellion against being held in Howard’s underground bunker – alongside one other inmate, Emmett (John Gallagher Jr.) who got a pass to get inside because he helped Howard to build the place – starts loud and overt but soon, she changes tack – she’s wise enough to adapt. However, she never does shake her suspicions about Howard’s story, and she’s given ample reason for this as the narrative progresses. How does he know for sure what’s out there and what it could do to them, if he hasn’t seen anything himself? Does his back story really check out?

In common with Michelle, you’ll veer between thinking Howard is a dangerous individual, then a decent guy, then right back to start again: kept at arm’s length from any semblance of The Truth, 10 Cloverfield Lane compels us to remain on a level with Michelle throughout, as vulnerable and as conflicted as she. And, actually, the context of the film – as in, whatever is or isn’t outside the surprisingly cosy bunker – is a complicating factor, but the utter dread, the relentless tension offered by the movie – none of that relies on the outside world, because we’re not permitted the omniscience needed to know what’s there in the first place. The real Hitchcock-esque terror here is eight tenths psychological and it works brilliantly well.

I can go no further without mentioning the central performance offered by John Goodman here – and the sizeable impact it has on the film as a whole. Goodman is best-known as a bumbling dad figure, a kind of Homer Simpson made flesh, if I’m permitted to say so; a lot of us who grew up in the 80s will probably first recall him as the dad in Roseanne, and he’s pretty much stuck with it – affable, down-to-earth, practical. The thing here in 10 Cloverfield Lane is that, hey, that bumbling dad persona hasn’t gone. Not quite. Whatever Howard is or isn’t, he can sustain the father figure thing just as much as he can turn on something far darker, and the way in which a tight script and pace wrings the most out of Goodman in his performance here is largely due to the way in which the most intimidating, alarming people are the plausible guys, the normal folk, the ones you’d wave to across the street. That’s Howard. And we wind up second-guessing the guy throughout, even whilst enjoying – if that’s the right word – a number of well-pitched comedic moments, many of which involve him. (A few such examples of light relief showcase some nice echoes of more shocking scenes in later, more banal episodes, but to name ’em is to spoil ’em, I’m afraid.) The warped, possibly paternal dynamic which comes to settle on life underground is inherently disturbing; it’s refreshing, again if that’s the right word, not to have sexually-motivated dominance added in as the default motivational factor here, but then I don’t feel that the film is entirely allowed to go free of that, either. For a film with a very small cast (of largely only three) and a modest running time, there is a hell of a lot going on.

So much so, in fact, that if the film has any weak link whatsoever, it’s where it lobs yet another curveball at us, clearing up for once and all whether or not Howard is right or wrong about the new-found risks beyond. When Michelle gets her answers, when the plot shifts seismically, I can see how another sequence of surprised may cause some viewers to buckle under its weight. Personally, I think it’s a pay-off which more than pays off for Dan Trachtenberg and his team – Trachtenberg, a man with surprisingly limited directorial experience, but god knows if there is any justice, he’ll now be fending off offers of work left, right and centre from here on in.

The narrative arc here never lets us down in 10 Cloverfield Lane, never slumps into a ‘that was it?’ sense of disappointment, and certainly never, never feels boring. An ominous soundtrack, great camerawork and sterling performances throughout add to the overall impact – and prove, moreover, that filmmaking is and can always be rooted in a compelling sense of alienation, of risk, of forces bigger than us – in whatever form these forces might appear. Does Michelle find her personal agency? I advise you to watch the movie, pronto, and find out for yourselves. This is an absolute cert for one of the best films of the year.

10 Cloverfield Lane is on general UK release now.

Film Review: Anguish (2015)

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By Tristan Bishop

Your teen years can be a scary place, what with all those possibilities and unknown quantities rubbing up against hormonal explosions – things can get weird and extreme quite quickly, so it’s unsurprising that filmmakers tend to keep mining the teenage experience for horror films. Of course, the vast majority don’t really tap into that hormonal confusion, preferring to dwell instead on teenage parties and a little adolescent skin – both of which are perfectly exploitable elements of course, but it tends to be the ones that channel the fear of coming into an adult world and its associated feelings that really hit the spot. The last film that pops into my mind that did this correctly is 2015’s It Follows, a film which, not coincidentally perhaps, scared the pants off this reviewer. I mention this because Anguish seems to have a lot in common with It Follows at first glance – it’s beautifully filmed, centres around a teenage girl, and, although it swaps the run-down suburban sprawl of Detroit for unnamed small-town America, has a similar sense of place.

anguishAnguish certainly wastes no time in setting things up – we open on an argument between a mother and daughter in a car about whether or not the daughter is allowed to go on a camping trip with her schoolfriends. The mother isn’t so sure, and so the daughter gets out to angrily stomp home – unfortunately not noticing the truck coming in the other direction…flash forward an unspecified amount of time and teenage Tess (Ryan Simpkins)and her mother (Annika Marks) have moved to the area. Tess’s father is a soldier and has been away from home a long time (he keeps in touch by Skype) and Tess has been a troubled child since an early age, suffering from depression, anxiety, hallucinations and other mental disorders. Tess spends her time sitting out under the stars or skateboarding by herself, and one day stumbles across a roadside memorial to Lucy, the girl who was killed in the opening scene. And something happens – Tess is knocked backwards by some kind of mysterious force, and then starts to experience numerous strange occurrences – seeing dozens of hands on her bedroom window, mysterious figures trying to get into her house, and other strange apparitions. Her mother naturally believes that Tess’s mental disorders are getting on top of her, but the doctors seem unable to help. However, after a local priest gets involved, things get a little bit more complicated.

There are many things to like about Anguish. Ryan Simpkins’ performance is perfectly judged – she comes across as totally believable and relatable as the extremely troubled teen in a performance where lesser actors may have come off as just irritating, and she’s a real credit to the film, pulling us in and making us genuinely care about what happens to her. Whilst the spookiest moments are underscored by jump scare music, a tactic which normally turns me right off, they actually work surprisingly well when balanced against the autumnal colours and folksy score of the rest of the film. In fact, the unusual juxtaposition of style works entirely in the film’s favour – it’s part indie mumblecore drama and part Insidious, which works so well for the majority of the running time as we’re kept on our toes as to whether Tess’s experiences are supernatural or the result of her illnesses worsening – in fact, aside from It Follows, the other film that came to mind frequently during viewing was Polanski’s Repulsion – both in the theme of mental disintegration and also in at least one visual reference.

Sadly this doesn’t last – By the final act the film’s plot has solidified into something unambiguous and frankly, a little silly, and in doing so dissipates whatever unease had been built up in the first hour. In fact, the story ends up feeling less like a horror film and more a comforting tale about passing on and acceptance – which is all well and good, but when you’ve managed to creep out an audience effectively for 60 minutes, you’ve got to expect them to feel a little cheated out of a dramatic or horrific conclusion. I did find myself wondering if the last half hour was the film that the director wanted to make all along, and found he had to push in some horror tropes to make it ‘saleable’. Either way it’s a massive let-down, and a real shame because the first hour really is something different.

Whether you end up loving Anguish will entirely depend on your feelings about the final half hour (and possibly your tolerance for religious material – which, whilst not exactly overdone, is certainly foregrounded here more than your average horror flick). If you enjoyed Insidious et al then it’s certainly worth a go (and is guaranteed to give you a few scares) but otherwise you may find yourself yearning for something which hangs together a little better.

Anguish will be released (in the UK) on 1st April 2016.

Film Review: Cord (2015)

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By Keri O’Shea

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m something of a fan of post-apocalyptic cinema: give me a filmmaker who can show us some unpalatable possibilities for humankind’s future via a dramatisation of just how frail our structures and norms are and, in an odd way, I’m happy. The opening scenes of Cord (2015) are low-key, but the wintry, deserted landscapes – the lone voice on the radio – all clue us in to the bleakness which is to follow. However, director and writer Pablo Gonzalez, here in his first feature, has an ace up his sleeve. Here, there are no walking dead, no nukes, no rampaging gangs; instead, the threat which must be contained is sex.

See, in a world where there is no healthcare, sex has become mythologised. Deemed a severe health risk and something to be avoided at all costs, people have begun finding other, less risky ways to get their rocks off, hence a raw sort of technology of masturbation has emerged, with gadgets and devices which can be fitted directly to the body. One of the people able to engineer these contraptions is a man called Czuperski (Christian Wewerka), who one day receives alongside one of his ‘regulars’ a young woman, Tania (Laura de Boer). Women are clearly few and far between, so after he gets over his shock at seeing one, Czuperski offers Tania something different: he has, he tells her, invented something different, something superior, something which will bypass the body altogether. After some deliberation, Tania agrees to undergo the procedure. The operation is brutal, but successful – pitching ‘surgeon’ and ‘patient’ into a toxic, symbiotic relationship.

When I agreed to review a sci-fi movie which took sex as its theme, I have to say I was expecting something altogether more gaudy, even titillating – as other films have been. Indeed, some publicity materials refer to the film as ‘erotic sci fi’, but nothing could be further from the truth here. It’s sexual, true, but never erotic, and Cord deserves ample credit for managing to make its subject matter so disturbing and unnerving. Here, sex is treated as a disease, something queasy and all-controlling, and everywhere it appears in the narrative we’re reminded of that fact. The act itself – whether via tubes and wires or more traditional means – is dubiously consensual at best, and the procedures which people undergo in the pursuit of pleasure are pretty gruesome too, so Cord never makes for easy viewing. Of course, our framing narrative recedes somewhat as the film progresses, so what we’re left with is a dysfunctional duo; an addict (I think that’s a reasonable comparison) and a control freak, who are never going to give each other an easy time of things.

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Despite being punctuated by grisly intervals, though, Cord is largely a very understated movie. There is almost nothing by way of contextualisation about what in the hell’s happened, only some exterior shots of snowbound landscapes (which do enough, however, to give us a sense of the characters’ isolation). There are only really two characters in the film, which adds to the claustrophobia, and as things progress the linearity begins to disintegrate. I’m not sure we benefit anything from seeing a man crap into a glass bowl, incidentally, but that at least makes the point that this isn’t sci-fi as you might know it. If I was to draw any comparisons, I’d say that in some respects it resembles Hardware: the interiors, the noisy soundtrack, the flesh-meets-metal and the general aesthetic are all there, as is the plot-lite approach. How a prospective audience will deal with all this remains to be seen, but as a psychological, almost art-house science fiction film, it certainly deserves to be appreciated by those who can respect these unusual features as strengths. (At just over an hour long, it doesn’t fit the mold for a feature length, either.)

One continuity error aside, Cord is an accomplished and oddball debut feature from an interesting writer/director, plus a welcome new chapter in dystopian storytelling. It’s a risky business, having such a small cast, but strong performances help to sustain the film throughout and there are an abundance of neat ideas here. Gonzalez is definitely one to watch, and I look forward to seeing where he goes from here.

Cord is out today – 28th March 2016 – in Colombia, and hopefully coming soon elsewhere…

Cthulhu Calling: An Interview with Actor Michael Sabbaton

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By Keri O’Shea

A couple of years ago, I was fortunate enough to catch a theatre performance which made a sizable impression on me; this was an adaptation of a lesser-known H P Lovecraft story, ‘The Temple’, and the writer & performer behind this one-man show was Michael Sabbaton. I reviewed the show at the time and since then, I’ve become a big fan of Michael’s other work; his ambitious, atmospheric and pitch-perfect adaptations of Lovecraft’s stories deserve to be seen and enjoyed, so well do they capture the otherworldliness of the source material. I was interested to know more about Michael’s career so far and he’s been kind enough to give us this interview.

BAH: You’ve adapted several Lovecraft short stories so far…my first question is, where did the idea to adapt Lovecraft for the stage come from, and what sorts of challenges are involved with the process?

MS: Weeeel, it’s a bit of a tale to tell really and an unexpected one…
Back in March 2010, I was working for a theatre company for the whole month working with a close knit team devising a handful of short pieces for various projects. During this time, I was also waiting to see if I would be offered a part in a particular play for the long, summer tour that I had auditioned for earlier in the year. As it happened, I wasn’t offered a part in that play but in another one but after a bit of soul searching, I decided to turn this down as I felt it wasn’t really for me. Now, this is a tough decision for a jobbing actor as essentially you are turning down four months of secure work in an already overpopulated profession with not enough work to go around. Four months of company, four months of travel and four months of paying the rent but…I turned it down.

So, what to do was the next thought. Back on the audition trail, I supposed…but then I had another thought. It was one of those moments where you are kind of desperate and don’t think that logically save for having or rather needing to do something that you truly believed in. The thought was that I had always day dreamed about going to Edinburgh and doing a show in the festival. Why not? At this point, I had no knowledge of the logistics, the cost or anything for that matter to do with The Edinburgh Festival but the seed had been sown and a fire lit beneath it. I would at least think about it for a while.

I went into the town to find a bookshop. Originally I thought that I could perhaps do an adaptation of the Rudyard Kipling story, The Man Who Would Be King, as I had always loved the movie and I remembered reading the book years ago. Well, it turned out that the shop was out of Kipling but as I looked over the shelves, I came across this Lovecraft anthology with, The Call of Cthulhu, prominently on the front cover. At this point I had never read any Lovecraft and the only connection I had to him was a very distant teenage memory of an advert in White Dwarf magazine. The advert was for the Cthulhu based role playing game (never played it btw) and showed picture of an old haunted house (you know, like in Psycho) and all around it were weird tentacle like creatures and men in trilby hats so I got a kind of latent ‘dark Indiana Jones’ vibe from that first book and the instant visual memory that must have lingered in my mind since I was sixteen.

All I knew really was that the material was weird, science-fiction horror based and very VERY dark. It all sounded like it was up my street so I thought, why not? A one man play based on the classic, The Call of Cthulhu, to take to Edinburgh later that year. I won’t bore you with any more detail save that it all went ahead and did pretty well and since then I’ve never really wanted to do anything else.

In terms of challenges, there are many and thy are on-going. As far as the material and actual work are concerned, my main emphasis is to stay true to Lovecraft’s vision and depth of scope both artistically and philosophically. This is difficult in terms of marketing work such as this as well as trying to keep it ‘authentic’ and ‘real’. The material is obscure enough so it is tricky to try and convince commercial venues sometimes of its worth but I am determined that the work do justice to itself and its audience so we shall just have to hope that I can recruit a ‘Sabbaton Army’ (of the dead!) to support it all. Time will tell…

The other important thing to mention here is that all of these plays (wot I wrote) are definitely adaptations – that is to say, not just a literal throwing of Lovecraft’s original text onto the stage and hoping for the best. Theatre just doesn’t work like that because it’s not literature in the same way that a novel is not a play to be performed. They are two very different mediums and must be respected as such. What I try to do is create and maintain a concentrated and intense, character driven world where Lovecraft’s original ideas are re-worked, expanded and elaborated on. As an actor this is absolutely important to me – it ain’t storytelling!

Other challenges basically revolve around logistics issues and admin – making sure everything is done when it need to be done and to standard (I’m a terrible perfectionist!). I have always believed in a ‘total theatre’ attitude and an holistic practice so I really enjoy designing the whole show from costume, props and scenography to writing, music and sound design. Saying that, I’d love someone to come and save me from marketing and tour booking – trouble is, I’m always skint!

BAH: How have you so far selected the stories you have performed, and how difficult a task is this?

MS: ‘Ya know, it’s kinda difficult to remember to be honest as I tend to mash loads of ideas around at once but from out of the general maelstrom, one of Lovecraft’s stories emerges. Cthulhu was an easy choice because firstly, it was the only one I knew of at the time and secondly, I knew it was very well known so I hoped people would come. With The Temple, that came from just a random conversation with someone I met at a party who was a real Lovecraft fan with lots of story knowledge. I had said that I had this kind of submarine fixation and that I would love to do a ‘horror’ show based around that and he recommended The Temple. After I read it, I thought it was a perfect foundation for a dark, claustrophobic piece of madness…I started to think about a kind of Alien under the sea. The Statement of Randolph Carter started life as a montage of different stories but after a while The Statement started to dominate so it seemed obvious to change tack. I’m glad I did as I was really pleased with it, flipping the story ad telling it from Harley Warren’s perspective. Also it has the mad Arab, Abdul Al Hazrad introducing it so that was fun to do. I hope we can hear more from AAH in the future!

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BAH: You are about to embark on the preparation of a show based on ‘Polaris’, one of HPL’s rather lesser-known tales and one of his earlier works. What attracted you to it?

MS: This new show, POLARIS, has been even more challenging so far and I feel this show will be a real stretch of what I and the story can do. It’s very short but when you start to unwrap it and follow certain references etc you start to uncover a giant rabbit hole that has taken my research to Earth circa one billion years BCE and up, into the stars. It’s the first in Lovecraft’s ‘Dream-Cycle’ works but is different to the others as it actually goes into the main character’s ancient past as opposed to directly travelling to the dream lands. Saying that, reality is certainly challenged and there are several connections with that and the mythos in general so I expect to form lots of connections. There’s much more work to do yet before I start to properly write it but I hope it will be quite an epic play. What attracts me to it is its scope for unwrapping one’s perception of reality, sense of self and place in ‘it all’. Everything can be questioned including our own sanity so it is quite a philosophical piece, I think. There are other aspects to it but these are the areas that interest me most.

BAH: In your opinion, why and how do solo performances such as yours so well suit the kinds of horror Lovecraft created?

MS: I think it’s the intensity and concentration of these ideas that allows Lovecraft’s world to come alive on stage. Lovecraft’s work is the horror of the mind and where that takes us – our larger, philosophical as well as psychological fears come true. It would be futile and silly to try to literally show those fears…they belong in the mind – the best special effects designer in the business!

I’m not a ‘story-teller’, I’m an actor and for me that means living through well designed and thought out characters in the moment of whatever they are experiencing and thinking. I don’t want to tell the audience a tale of what has ‘already happened’, I want them with the character RIGHT NOW. I want them feeling the weight of Francis Thurston’s terror and isolation, I want them trapped with Altberg’s madness in his sunken and stinking submarine and I want them with Harley Warren as he steps down into the rotting tomb. It’s not because I want the audience on a kind of cheap, theatrical ghost train ride – nothing could be further from the truth. I want them to think with and feel with the characters as things happen so they can live that Lovecraftian world and feel that level of cerebral fear. I like to create an intense world where these characters can really live through their predicaments. It is a strain though, I can tell you. To quote Hugh Jackman’s character in the movie, The Prestige, I don’t know if by the end of the performance, “I’m going to be the man in the box or the prestige…”!

BAH: If you had no constraints of time, costs or the other factors which impact upon a show, are there any particular tales – Lovecraft’s or otherwise – that you would especially like to adapt in future?

MS: Lots…I’d like to do a great space opera! I have been thinking about this for a while now but haven’t quite got there yet so will stay on it. One way or another, I’ll get there. That’s the thing with me – I’m a bit obsessive really. I really want to do The Shadow Over Innsmouth. I have several ideas for this but the thing I want to do would costs loads so not sure if that will happen but you never know. Also, quite fancy doing a whole epic show telling Johansen’s story from The Call of Cthulhu. In my Cthulhu show, I never physically told his tale although Johansen’s presence is in every scene really. Still, I’d like to get a whole ensemble together to do the ‘terror from the seas’ – Johansen’s discovery of R’lyeh, Cthulhu rising (not sure how I’d do this yet!) and the fate of the crew. I’d still like to do, The Man Who Would be King still too. Well, you never know…

Oh, and Sinbad – I used to love those movies!

BAH: Lovecraft notoriously disliked the cinema…nonetheless, I’m interested to find out whether you have watched and enjoyed any adaptations of HPL’s work. Are there any film or TV versions of his tales which you enjoy?

MS: I didn’t know that! Still, I’ve always said that I’m really no Lovecraft expert – only through the work I’ve done. Mmmmm….let’s see. It’s a bit cloudy really. I might have seen a bit of Sam Neill in, Re Animator (I think), and Dagon. Both not my cup of tea, I’m afraid…just came out as straight horror movies to me. Enjoyable in their own right but not Lovecraftian at all, I’d say…not dark enough!

BAH: You have spent some time working in recent months on a ‘Mechanical Turk’ concept, which I understand has been put to one side for the moment. What can you tell us about this project, and do you still intend to resurrect it?

MS: Yes. Yessssss…Ah, The Turk. Her has been with me as an idea in one form or another for quite a few years now. I’m fascinated by his real life story – an 18th Century human-sized automaton that actually played chess. It’s a story full of mystery and intrigue and raises issues of machine intelligence et al – so Ex Machina in wood, cogs and brass…

Thing is…in the last round of research I did on the project, I found myself more interested in the last, Barnum-like owner of The Turk. His name was Johann Maezel and I really have a sad empathy towards him…showman to showman. So, it looks like this is where the story is taking me but I don’t think I can call it, The Turk, as the focus has now changed somewhat. So, any suggestions – answers on a postcard please! Anyway, I really want to do this show but not sure when the true ‘face of The Turk’ will reveal itself yet. Mmmmm…

BAH: Do you have any ambitions to work in film?

MS: I would love to. Nobody ever asks!
(would also like to make film too…)

BAH: When you are on stage – how aware are you of the audience in front of you? Does this impact upon your performance at all?

MS: I’m aware of them but they kind of become part of me. We are all the character. We are the collective consciousness. If I’m doing my job right, there should be no real distinction at all in terms of perception. Very Zen!

BAH: What, for you, has been the high point of your acting career so far, and what else do you want to achieve?

MS: Tricky one but I think that the high point was doing that first solo show in Edinburgh. Just so empowering creating and producing something yourself. Ironically, it’s all I ever wanted to do really. In terms of achieving more…basically I’d just like to continue making new work on my terms. The only thing is that it is hard to get established and keep going – it’s not necessarily a money issue (although that does come into it) but getting venues to take the work. The only thing is to keep on keeping on and not to wallow. I’d love to do some film and TV work but I’m not sure if that will happen as my career has taken this independent turn – which has its pros and cons like everything else. Still, you never know what’s around the corner…

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BAH: And finally…tell us what we can do to help bring your performances to a theatre near us…

MS: I guess just spread the word. I’m an independent artist so word of mouth is the power behind getting it out there. Apart from following, liking, subscribing, commenting, tweeting, re-tweeting, linking, sharing et al (I’m on Facebook, Twitter and Youtube), anything to keep the social media flowing as I am rubbish at it, maybe you could write to your local venue with my details. It all helps. And…if anyone could offer me a floor for the night anywhere whilst I’m on da road that would be ace as accommodation is sooo expensive. Oh, and maybe buy an AUDIO VERSION of the shows or a signed poster from my site…Oh, I’m such a tart!

BAH: Thank-you very much for taking the time to talk to us, Michael!

MS: It’s been my absolute pleasure, Keri. Thank you!

You can support Michael by visiting his official webpage, his Facebook page and of course Twitter. Spread the word!

Decoding ‘The Witch’ (2015) Part 2

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By Keri O’Shea

(For the first part of Keri’s article on the historical basis of this film, please click here. As with Part 1, please note that you should read this article after seeing the film.)

Those observant Christians who began to arrive in New England during the middle decades of the 1600s had – as you might expect from people taking such a serious step – high hopes for their new lives. Newly unfettered from an English monarch whom religious leaders believed was fundamentally unsympathetic to their needs, the Puritan settlers were determined to establish themselves in their new land and to do things very differently there, hopefully with their example acting as a model and a beacon to those still in Europe who might also seek a truly reformed, fairly-governed commonwealth. To maintain their religious vision it was important to settlers, from the outset, to organise themselves along rigid and highly formalised lines, with clearly-understood rules, regulations and responsibilities. Patriarchal structure was largely transplanted to the New World intact and for the new colonies to stand a chance at success it was deemed necessary for convention to be promoted, including having the traditional family placed on a high pedestal. Men worked hard on the land, women were expected to extend their broods within wedlock and everyone had to work wholesale to raise up the next generation of true Christians.

As much as these new communities sought to throw off their shackles, then, they still retained those they felt were useful. A culture of legislature, social codes and punishments which hinged upon policing the behaviour of peers soon developed. It was necessary perhaps, to instill order in a harsh and unfamiliar environment which had a native population of heathens as a constant reminder that God’s path could be a precarious one, and certainly not one followed by all. In-group and out-group sentiment in amongst all of this soon became a matter of life and death.

There were those who dared defiance and many people didn’t want to simply pick up their old roles in this new haven, as they hoped for still greater reform and change. They argued with their elders, and some – notoriously – were eventually banished from the protection of their communities completely. As with being outlawed in medieval England, this was a very serious thing to face, and like the rebellious real-life female preacher Anne Hutchinson, a first-generation emigre from Lincolnshire who arrived in America at around the same time as the film’s family, the family in The Witch are excommunicated and banished from their settlement because of father William’s outspoken and socially-unacceptable version of Christian belief.

Taking his family into the wilderness as a result of this banishment, William sets about establishing his own farmstead. It is worth mentioning here that, according to the consensus among early Puritan thinkers, “overt repudiation of ministerial authority…could be interpreted as signifying a covenant with the Devil” (Karlsen, p.120). To many in a community of this kind and at this time, this type of rejection of the new order was suspicious, even damning. And as such, William’s actions could be seen as paving the road to Hell with good intentions, as the idiom goes. His real-life contemporaries certainly thought so: in any case, banishment, isolation and deprivation can do plenty to convince people that they are under otherworldly attack, particularly in such a hostile and lonely environment as New England. If what befalls the family is genuine supernatural interference, then they’ve certainly been set up well to receive it; if not, then they have been given enough very real calamity to perceive that they suffer it.

blackdevilAs for the role of the witch in general in these communities, we have discussed already how Puritan society – this brave new world – had yet taken with it age-old beliefs about magic which it fell back on in its frequent times of difficulty and despair. In many respects, what communities saw as malign interference was blamed for equally age-old phenomena: blighted crops, ailing livestock, curdled milk, spoiled beer, poor weather; these are all things which could harm the progress of an agrarian society such as the Puritans had established but constituted natural, yet deeply frustrating events which could still be pinned on outsider influences. Witches were frequently blamed for such calamities, and hundreds of women (and men, and children, but primarily women) were tried and often executed for their ‘crimes’. Witches could also, we are told, cause animals to behave in uncharacteristic ways, such as being “taken with strange fits” or “behaving in a strange or affrighting manner” (Witchcraft Papers 1:94). All of these things could spell doom for farms which were meant to be completely self-sufficient.

All of these phenomena occur for the family in The Witch; they run out of food, cannot grow more, and their animals either keel over or worse, have a malign affect on the family in different ways – as that rare old beast the black goat known as ‘Black Philip’ demonstrates. Black Philip, incidentally, encapsulates lots of old ideas of devils as goats or he-goats – more than could be feasibly included here; the goat has biblical-era ties to Satanic mischief (see Revelations for mentions of the ‘lambs’ gathered on the right-hand side of Jesus and the ‘goats’ on the left). Black Philip, at first a regular farm animal, helps to sow the seeds of doubt in William’s mind regarding his much-loved eldest daughter Thomasin – after the younger children begin to claim they’ve been talking with the creature and he’s accused Thomasin of being ‘wicked’. He’s a striking creature whose influence on the family feels utterly believable, even as the narrative moves forward and his role transforms.

witch poster 2With regards to the prevalence of witches in New England, there are still further reasons why the ideas of enemies-within began to take hold there. One interpretation is that witchcraft accusations became prevalent where a widow, wife or daughter stood to inherit large amounts of land and property. Whether the intentions were overt or not, naming a woman as a witch made for an easy way to grab and distribute material wealth from ‘unorthodox’ families which had subverted the preferred order of things, in a society where means were still limited. Whilst not a direct factor in The Witch, true, it’s yet more evidence of the precarious, often ruthless society in which their real-life contemporaries existed. Add sex, sexuality and sexual jealousy to this kind of mix, and it isn’t difficult to see how and why women often lived particularly risky lives in 17th Century America; in danger of plausible accusations by well-respected members of communities, in danger when ostensibly in a position of financial gain, in danger of sexual attention, life was hardly straightforward for many. By the same token, for those who really believed they had sealed a covenant with Satan (and I believe many did think this) then who can blame them for wanting it? The promise of ease and fulfillment away from their mundane world of toil and threat must have seemed a welcome proposal for many, whatever the cause.

Before any such covenant could be signed, however, it was common for Satan to tempt and to wear down prospective signatories via the phenomenon of possession.

witch possessionToday, most of us would see this in rational terms, as a body and mind worn down with mistreatment and stifling social roles finding an hysterical outlet which would have seemed, to witnesses, something completely unnatural. Add hearsay to fright and voila, you have something recordable, transmittable and imitable, but no doubt exaggerated, hence so many possession yarns which fit the same bill down through the centuries which can still be used in a 21st Century setting to scare modern audiences.

The Puritans did not view possession as evidence of witchcraft in and of itself, though; rather, this was a step initiated by the Devil (or his witches) to lure their prey, to break the spirits of the pious and to eventually gain new recruits. The Witch uses this idea; whilst the possessed child is young (although the youngest person accused of witchcraft at this time was around seven) it happens as a direct consequence of his encounter with a beautiful lone female living in the woods – a warning sign if ever there was one that something is deeply wrong. His attempts to repel whatever-it-is which is nagging at him causes physical symptoms which chime with those described across numerous accounts of possession in Puritan New England; he repels the evil in the end, but at great cost. In this, he has much in common with those real-life figures who underwent the tortures of possession: observers spoke of them being subjected to “thousands of cruel pinches,” “visited with strange Fits”, “sometimes weeping, sometimes laughing, sometimes roaring hideously” (Karlsen, p.11). Many were unable to find their way back to God; many died, either of their own physical symptoms or via the interventions of the well-meaning. This is certainly the case for Thomasin’s unhappy younger brother.

witch thomasin2Ultimately, however, it’s Thomasin who is the prize. Everything which befalls her family leads up to her final temptation, whilst also leading to the film’s striking final scenes. Contemporary figures for Thomasin in the 1630s are rather fewer than you might expect however, and this was generally the case. The main demographic group for accusations of witchcraft was women of maturer years, around forty as a general rule of thumb, and possibly due to the factor mentioned above – inheritance issues. A reasonable number of younger women are on record, though there are not many of them. There was, however, a young girl called Elizabeth Knapp who could conceivably be a source of inspiration for the character of Thomasin…

Knapp was just sixteen in the 1670s – albeit the generation after the film is set – when she first exhibited signs that something was seriously awry. The eldest child of her parents, from being a normal and normally-pious indentured servant in a reasonable affluent Puritan household, she at first began showing signs that she was possessed, speaking out against the system in which she lived. Knapp at first began “bursting into extravagant laughter” and complaining of the kinds of painful physical symptoms mentioned above; she explained her afflictions by saying that none other than the Devil – in the shape of various neighbours – was tormenting her.

Her fears were dismissed at first, largely because the woman she initially identified was well-protected and respected in the community (it’s always who you know), but what’s interesting here is that Knapp soon described her temptations by the Devil as overtly sensuous in nature. Knapp said:

“‘The Devil had appeared to her many times over the previous three years, that he offered to make her
a witch, and that he proffered to her ‘money, silks, fine clothes, ease from labor, to show her the whole
world…'”
(Karlsen p.236)

Whilst far from the only woman to be teased away from the humdrum world by promises of comfort, and there are other possible individual inspirations for Thomasin’s character, Knapp’s assertions about what she had been offered give a strong reminder of Thomasin’s late words to the Devil, or to her ‘Black Philip’; after undergoing every horror, every loss, Thomasin wants immediate relief, sustenance, fine things to wear. Black Philip is keen to oblige, with the film’s strongest line of dialogue occurring as he finally leads her to give way with some simple, poignant words as he asks if she would prefer to ‘live deliciously’ Elsewhere, Knapp had talked of giving herself ‘body and soul’ to the Devil; this is as close as a young woman would dare to allude to sexuality in those stern, punitive times, but allude to it she does, I believe; Black Philip’s instruction to Thomasin to ‘remove her shift’ before calling her to the coven certainly does the same.

At the end of The Witch, as with the real-life contemporary figures who craved release from Puritan hardship, it’s hard to begrudge the character of Thomasin taking steps to gain her wishes; if the ensuing scenes are all just the death-gasp of a girl’s failing intellect, well, in many ways that feels like a shame. Somehow it’s hard not to find yourself on the side of the coven which has presumably thrown off hardship of its own at some cost, when it could finally accommodate a girl who is done with privation. But whatever you make of the glorious ambiguities of the ending of The Witch – whether this is indeed a supernatural film, or a tale of very human responses to an extreme situation – what we certainly have is a devotedly religious, loving family whose earnest prayers repeatedly fall on deaf ears; be it their nonconformity, their rebellious streak, their plain poor luck, or that they’ve been forsaken by God, their slow unravelling against an unforgiving backdrop makes for a startling piece of cinema.

Are there witches? Were there ever witches? That there are so many verifiable links to real historical accounts and to phenomena which people believed in so deeply (and died for) only adds to this film’s immense and deserved gravitas, and forever keeps us at arm’s length, doubting everything we see – just like Thomasin and her family.

“Handmaidens of the Lord should go so as to distinguish themselves from Handmaidens of the Devil.” (Cotton Mather, Ornaments for the Daughters of Zion, 1692).

Select Bibliography

Malleus Maleficarum by Heinrich Kramer & James Sprenger, trans. by Montague Summers (1928). Accessed online via http://www.malleusmaleficarum.org/shop/the-malleus-maleficarum-pdf/

The Devil in the Shape of a Woman: Witchcraft in Colonial New England by Carol F. Karlsen (1987).

Entertaining Satan: Witchcraft and the Culture of Early New England by John Putnam Demos (1982).

Decoding ‘The Witch’ (2015) Part 1

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By Keri O’Shea

Editor’s note: this article discusses The Witch in detail, and as such contains some spoilers. Please read it after you’ve seen the film. For a spoiler-free review, click here.

One of the most unusual and atmospheric films to hit the festival circuit late last year, The Witch – a claustrophobic tale of isolation, privation and the possibility of malignant supernatural forces in the New World – is about to get its general release. There’s been a sizeable promotional campaign behind the film so far, and it seems that the distributors have high hopes that it will make something of a breakthrough into the mainstream. We’ve already commented that we think some of the choices behind this promotion have been questionable and may even risk misrepresenting the film to a potential audience who expect something different; I certainly hope that isn’t the case, and that those who go and see it properly appreciate this rather understated historical thriller. Misleading poster campaigns are, after all, par-for-the-course these days; that isn’t really the topic of discussion here. Rather more relevantly, many hundreds of films have boasted that they are ‘based on true events’, and The Witch is fascinating because it, too, declares that it is based on a number of alleged real-life accounts from the 17th Century – it’s the nature of those accounts which gives this film both a unique perspective and an otherworldliness which reaches right back to the real New World settlers of the time.

“If ever there were witches, men and women in covenant with the Devil, here are multitudes in New England.”
The Rev. Samuel Parris (1692)

Those who set off from England seeking to build their ‘City on the Hill’ – their Christian utopia, unfettered by what they saw as the corruption of Europe – nonetheless took with them many of the anxieties which had plagued them in the Old World. Frequently, these anxieties concerned witchcraft. In making the claim, therefore, that The Witch is uniquely closely based on the accounts of settlers who found themselves threatened by magic in their new communities, these ‘true-life events’ are poised at an intriguing intersection between real and unreal, natural and supernatural, Christianity and its dark, persistent underbelly. Names, places, dates, ages – many of these things were meticulously recorded by the Puritans and are verifiably true; they just happen to occur in these meticulous narratives alongside descriptions of malevolent curses, plagues, blights, possessions, shape-shifting and unholy covenants with the Devil. Many early American settlers adamantly believed in the phenomena which scares Thomasin, her parents and siblings, and adjudicated against it accordingly. This article takes a closer look at some of the accounts which may have influenced the filmmakers, showing how they intersect with a sensitive and accurate exploration of these themes in the film and how The Witch captures this (to us) incongruous state very well, forcing us to peer between the lines of its narrative and wonder just what, if any, evil influence is holding sway over the family.

THE HAMMER OF THE WITCHES

In order to look at the society of the 17th Century, however, we need to look back further and to understand more about the belief in witchcraft which the Puritans first inherited, then exported. Times of unrest have long given way to periods of panic and unreason, and despite the Renaissance being known for great leaps forward in science and the arts, throughout the Late Medieval and Renaissance years various calamities were more and more often explained away as malignant interference caused by witchcraft. Whilst certainly not the only word on the subject, one book in particular encapsulated much of the paranoia about witches, whilst also exerting a surprising amount of influence in Europe (as well as taking advantage of new technology such as the Gutenberg Press, thus neatly representing how the shock of the new doesn’t necessarily dispense with the old). This strange nexus of officialdom and folk belief, peppered with unsubstantiated anecdote and meticulous rule of law, was a tome entitled the Malleus Maleficarum (‘Hammer of the Witches’) which appeared in the late 1480s and came to act as something of a ‘witch-hunter’s manual’, repetitively dismissing all cynicism on the subject in order to advise on how to detect, arrest, try and punish witches. Gaining credence and influence in the following decades, the MM thereafter turned up in the royal courts of Europe and the higher strata of the law, excusing and bestowing jurisdiction on the subject of witchcraft.

Van Der VeldeWe shouldn’t underestimate how important something like the Malleus Maleficarum was; it set the bar for the treatment of witches for all of the subsequent ‘witch crazes’ which followed, and its words on what witches did (and why they did it) can certainly be seen in 17th Century New England. For instance, the book relates the words of an alleged witch and child murderer, who told her accuser “with our spells we kill them in their cradles or even when they are sleeping by their parents’ side…then we secretly take them from their graves, and cook them in a cauldron, until the whole flesh comes away from the bones to make a soup which may easily be drunk. Of the more solid matter we make an unguent which is of virtue to help us in our arts and pleasures and our transportations.” This unguent, then, was applied to the broomsticks of legend (the same witch also mentions enchanting chairs in the same way) and used for flight. It’s an idea about witchcraft which has lasted over five hundred years so far, so we shouldn’t be surprised that it makes sense within the remit of Puritan society too, and is referenced shortly after the baby disappears in our film. The Devil and his followers couldn’t create matter (only God had that power) but he could certainly help his practitioners to break the rules of the natural world, and – in keeping with a subtext of witchcraft belief that witches abhorred conventional gender roles, including motherhood and child-rearing – dispatching an infant would have been little concern to them, but monstrous to mainstream society.

witch posterLikewise, witches were believed to have the ability to shape-shift, taking on animal form; they were also frequently linked with ‘familiars’, animals which usually lived with the witches and worked on their behalf for the fee of suckling from them (and there’s that monstrous spin on motherhood again, folks). In The Witch, the family first hunt a hare which seems to have some sort of supernatural significance; they fail to catch it, and it lures father and son deeper into the unfamiliar woods near which they have settled, whilst also later re-appearing near the farmstead, inevitably a portent of far worse things to come. An association between witches and creatures such as rats, cats and hares (as well as alleged hybrid species, unrecognisable to witnesses) has been of longer duration, and the Malleus Maleficarum describes “a workman [who] was one day chopping some wood to burn in his house. A large cat suddenly appeared and began to attack him, and when he was driving it off, another even larger one came and attacked him with the first more fiercely. And when he again tried to drive them away, behold, three of them together attacked him, jumping up at his face, and biting and scratching his legs. In great fright and, as he said, more panic-stricken than he had ever been, he crossed himself and, leaving his work, fell upon the cats, which were swarming over the wood and again leaping at his face and throat, and with difficulty drove them away by beating one on the head, another on the legs, and another on the back. After the space of an hour, while he was again engaged upon his task, two servants of the town magistrates came and took him as a malefactor and led him into the presence of the bailiff or judge…the judge broke into these words: ‘You most wicked of men, how can you not acknowledge your crime? At such a time on such a day you beat three respected matrons of this town, so that they lie in their beds unable to rise or to move!'” Eventually, the hapless man is able to prove that the ‘respected matrons’ and the animals are one and the same. Ideas about animal familiars certainly persist into the Hopkins days in England, and cross the Atlantic too (as late as the 19th Century, the infamous story of the Bell Witch hauntings tell of a strange, large hare on his property which farmer John Bell initially attempted to shoot. This creature seemed to herald a widespread array of supernatural phenomena at the Bell family home, much of which later centred upon alleged visitations by a malign witch, often called ‘Kate’.)

So, from the time of the Hammer of the Witches and beyond, a rich seam of fear and accusation had frequently placed women in particular under suspicion of covert attempts to subvert and destroy Christian society via magic. It’s little surprise that, labouring under the dual weights of expectation and persecution which drove them to seek the New World in the first place, the Puritans would end up taking the old and deep-rooted belief in witchcraft with them, where it often became intensely magnified and distorted by their extraordinary, often challenging circumstances.

In the second part of Decoding The Witch, I’ll look more closely at contemporary accounts of witchcraft in 17th Century America, identifying further aspects which overlap with the narrative of the movie: assaults on crops, livestock, children – and the particular enticements offered by Old Scratch. To quote the Malleus Maleficarum one last time, we’ll look at the ways “witches can with the help of the devil bring harm upon men and their affairs in all the ways in which the devil alone can injure or deceive, namely, in their affairs, their reputation, their body, their reason, and their life” – a definite focus for the events in the film, not forgetting that level of uncertainty it’s able to maintain.

Click here for Part 2…