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…

From ‘Too Crude’ to ‘Twice as Vulgar’! An Interview with Deathgasm Director Jason Lei Howden

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Interview by Keri O’Shea

If you haven’t seen Deathgasm yet then, if I may, it’s time you climbed out from under that nice, safe rock of yours and ascended to the top of a towering crag (preferably where there are some obliging women in chainmail to cling to your legs, Manowar-style). It was one of my favourite, laugh-out-loud movies of 2015, as well as a real kickback for the sort of splattery gore we rather rarely see these days and as such, I’m delighted to see it going from strength to strength this year too: it gets a UK release in a few short weeks, and news of a sequel in the offing is music to my ears, thus giving us the idea to catch up with director Jason Lei Howden for a quick chat about the film, his career to date and his future plans.

BAH: Deathgasm made a big impact in 2015 – so many people rate it as one of their favourite films of the year, so congratulations on that! First up, why did you choose to base your horror movie on metal fandom – is it an idea you’ve had waiting in the wings for a while?

JLH: Thanks! It’s great that it clicked with so many people. I never had any expectations other that I hoped my friends would get a laugh out of it. All of the things I write are based on life experiences, so it seemed inevitable that I would do a story about metalheads at some point. Maybe my next film will be about my Spice Girls phase?

(BAH: quietly thinks this would be an excellent idea, if it was suitably grisly)

BAH: One of the things I commented on in my review was the sense of fun in the film – not just from the OTT gore, but from the fact it felt like it was on metal’s side, laughing with that genre, not pointing and laughing from a distance. Is that a fair assessment?

deathgasmposterJLH: Totally. I didn’t want to go full ‘Bill & Ted’ metalbro. Instead I wanted to show that, despite the clothes and tastes in extreme music, metalheads are just normal people. I was definitely coming from a fan’s point of view. It’s weird, I keep finding subconscious metal references in the film, not things I intended. After Lemmy passed, someone said ‘Great you had that Motörhead joke in the film’. I didn’t know what they were talking about – then they pointed out that a character dies after getting an engine dropped on his skull. I had no idea.

BAH: You’ve had a career in film for a long while, having worked in different capacities on many successful movies: how well did this prepare you for finally getting into the director’s chair?

JLH: I’ve been in the industry since I left high school. It’s hard to say; it’s been such a big part of my life for so long I don’t really know anything else. I’ve been doing VFX for the last 6-7 years, which is great, but you are often concentrating on one frame, or even one pixel – so it’s very abstract. I think it taught me a lot about shot composition though. But the best tool that a director can have is empathy, even with a film as silly and gory as Deathgasm. Only life can teach you that. The audience needs to relate to the characters on a human level. After that, you can take them anywhere you want.

BAH: On that note, there’s been talk that the Deathgasm sequel is happening: can you tell us anything at all about the new screenplay? And were you always keen to keep the door open for further films for these characters?

JLH: I hope it happens. It’s a lot more ambitious, and splatter movies are hard to sell. But it’s set in the future, Brodie is older and washed up, trying to get his life back together. The world has changed but Brodie hasn’t adapted well. And there is SO MUCH GORE: the intro sequence has more gore that the first Deathgasm altogether, and it just gets more extreme. Deathgasm got looked down upon in some circles for being too crude, so the next one is going to be twice as vulgar…

BAH: So – why go for the gore? What is it that you enjoy so much about shooting the gory stuff, and why do you think audiences like it so much?

JLH: All good humour is based on human suffering, from Charlie Chaplin to internet FAIL videos, and I personally think Splatstick movies are the ultimate extension of that. I see them as Looney Tune cartoons for adults, over the top, unrealistic and fun as hell!

Deathgasm will be released in the UK on February 29th, 2016. You can keep up with Jason Lei Howden via Twitter.

Blu-ray Review – Birdemic: Shock and Terror (2010)

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By Keri O’Shea

There’s a strange feeling of foreboding when you browse a film you’re due to review and find it’s one of those rarest of beasts – one of IMDb’s ‘Worst Rated’. Considering the sheer amount of films which are listed on that site, this means any film getting a mention for how appalling it is must have a very special set of qualities indeed. But then, taste is so subjective, and there’s a surprisingly fine line between so bad it’s good, and just – bad. I’ve pondered this division before, and it turns out it can sometimes be a difficult one to call, at least on first impressions alone. But, still. At the time of writing, Birdemic: Shock and Terror rates an impressive 1.8 out of 10. And that at least says something. Whatever else it is, it’s a noteworthy film in that respect.

birdemicIt’s not long before Birdemic begins to reveal its noteworthiness in other respects: the opening credits misspell ‘Cast’ as ‘Casts’, for starters, and then with no further ado we’re treated to an excruciating diner scene in which we are introduced to key players Rod (Alan Bagh) and Nathalie (Whitney Moore, who apparently doubled up her role to become make-up artist after the first two make-up artists quit). The film’s first shock revelation now becomes apparent: director James Nguyen only has one camera. This variously means that the same scene has to be stopped and repeated to get a modicum of footage together for editing, which goes some way towards excusing the casts for seeming so pained and awkward. This lack of kit really comes into its own during a scene intended to represent a high-powered business meeting, but more on that later: the point for the time being is, Rod likes Nathalie, and in the universe of Birdemic this makes it acceptable to terrifyingly try to chat her up, eventually wearing her down with glassy eye-contact and an inability to read a menu in a normal human way. Some by-the-by commentary on a TV introduces the theme of the environment going awry, which is as far as we get with context, but, whatever; Rod is having a good day otherwise. He has scared Nathalie into a date, secured a million-dollar deal at his telesales job and chatted to a man about getting a solar panel fitted to his house. It doesn’t get any better than this. It’s the American Dream. A ‘love scene’ ensues where everyone stays clothed, but at least it gets the main characters into a room so that we’re ready for the birds to attack first thing in the morning.

The birds themselves are an obvious facet of the film’s 1.8 out of 10 score, of course. If you think you’ve seen – and hated – bad, cheap, needless CGI elsewhere during your lives, then you could still learn a great deal from Birdemic; looking like animation from a Commodore 64, there has been absolutely no success in making them look like credible critters, nor indeed doing anything to the animation to make them look like anything other than transfer tattoos someone has crudely applied to the film. That’s before we get to the way they appear and disappear, or that some of them inexplicably explode while others don’t, or that their flight doesn’t seem to follow any rules of physics, or indeed that there’s only one type of bird that I could feasibly make out, and that’s some sort of eagle-y thing. A species not native to the part of the world where there is meant to happen, by the way. Attacking for a very ill-defined reason, before one day just deciding to fuck off out to sea (and for once I have no worries about spoilering…)

However, the birds themselves are only part of Birdemic’s epic failure on every single level of storytelling, script, editing, cohesion, and overall skill in filmmaking. Apparently, this film took four years of work on Nguyen’s part, a fact which is strange and unusual; it makes me almost pleased we have a derivative crowdsourced zombie movie in the offing (still) here in the UK which has taken more than double that time, or else this would all seem like a situation which doesn’t make sense, a weird one-off, a rift in space/time. Surely, after all, more years’ work would mean more time to improve, re-shoot, edit better, even re-write. Instead, exterior shots of a car seem like a good idea over and above everything else, although actual knowledge of cars is a bit on the thin side. Amounts of money thrown around in the dialogue don’t make any sense and come across as childish, simply sums pulled out of the air: Rod nails a one million deal from a crappy telesales cubicle whilst barely needing to say anything to the person who’s clearly definitely really on the other end of the phone, let alone rousing himself from his Quaalude fug; the business itself, however, soon after sells for A BILLION (hence the stop-start-shake her hand again business meeting which really epitomises the clumsiness of the one-camera approach). These are Mickey Mouse Club numbers, making it glaringly obvious that the script and its writer are circling the airport. And there’s more. The desperate race away from the occasionally explosive eagles to the coast starts with people armed with coat hangers; the same people eventually opt for automatic weapons, admittedly, but will also drive past a convenience store to go fishing in the open, eagle-infested air (magically catching fish from water barely deep enough to wet your feet in, too) or if they do head into a shop for emergency supplies, Nathalie thinks this means a bottle of Cava – so at least there’s one sensible decision in this film. Oh, and someone’s mobile phone goes off. By that stage in the game, it hardly matters.

None of this, of course, tells you anything about whether I enjoyed it or not.

I think it varied as the film went on, to be honest: to start with, the sheer ineptitude of the edits and the script were absolutely joyous, and I fell about laughing at the initial bird-strikes. But I had some company at the time, whereas I watched the end of the film on my own, and eventually blew my funny fuse. There’s only so much of that sort of hilarity you can really appreciate when watching solo. By the end, I felt as though I was privy to the goings-on of a parallel universe – neither funny nor sad, just different. It’s clear to see that Birdemic: Shock and Terror is at its best as a spectator sport, and a film which could exponentially increase in entertainment value according to how many viewers it has at a given time. Its weird blend of innocence, earnestness and ineptitude is oddly charming, but would benefit by a crowd to appreciate it. This is almost certainly why it’s garnered its reputation as something between an endurance challenge and a cursed videotape (and why I think Sundance was wrong to reject it; the hysteria it could have caused at a mass viewing would have been its own reward.) Definitely one of those movies which needs to be seen to be believed, this one – and as luck would have it, Severin Films are about to oblige.

Birdemic: Shock and Terror (2010) will be released by Severin Films on 15th February 2016.

Blu-ray Review: Nightmare Castle (1965)

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By Guest Contributor Marc Lissenburg

I daresay most of you reading this will have a unique personal evolution regarding your horror fandom. Born in 1972, I remember as a five year old in the mid-seventies being drawn to anything remotely to do with vampires. By my teens, driven hugely by the whole video nasty furore, EVERYTHING I watched back then was judged through ‘gore tinted spectacles’. But as I matured, and access to tapes and DVDs became more global, my horror viewing obsessions were inspired by one word – ATMOSPHERE! I distinctly remember the sole movie that marked that apparent change in my perception: Mario Bava’s classic BLACK SUNDAY. The picture remains one of my all-time favourites and ignited a passion in viewing all things Barbara Steele.

Ms Steele, if you are unaware, was born in 1937 and at the dawn of the 1960s was the leading lady in several Italian gothic horror movies. The good folk at Severin Films have duly embraced this unique period in horror history and recently released a quite wonderful Blu-ray disc centred on Mario Caino’s 1965 classic, NIGHTMARE CASTLE. Let me state at this point that this is NOT a screener I have been supplied with, but a review I felt obliged to write due to being enthralled with my wonderful, yet rather pricey, purchase. More on that later, but for now, let’s start at an obvious place. The feature itself: NIGHTMARE CASTLE…

babsThe somewhat strained marriage of Muriel (Barbara Steele) and Stephen Arrowsmith (Paul Muller) comes to a head after he departs on a fake business trip. Not only is Muriel having a secret affair with David the gardener (Rik Battaglia), but Arrowsmith himself is also having nefarious romantic liaisons with housemaid Solange (Helga Line). When the former get discovered romping in the opulent greenhouse, Arrrowsmith’s spite erupts and culminates in chaining the couple to a wall before giving the gardener a beating and his wife a good ole fashioned flagellating! But the shackled Muriel turns the tables by revealing she has altered her all important will to ensure her estate (obviously including the castle of the piece) all goes to her stepsister. A crude divorce of sorts follows when Arrowsmith torturously disposes of the pair. His convoluted secondary plan involves marrying his wife’s semi sibling, Jenny, who we learn has had a history of mental health problems. Merely coil her mind with some hallucinogens and voila, he will become her legal executor, thus taking control of the estate. Jenny, also played by Steele but now sporting platinum tresses as opposed to her more natural raven locks, now enters the narrative. Fans of Steele will be no strangers to this archetypal duality that almost became her trademark. It’s an absorbing performance as she drives the picture to its conclusion. With a healthy run time of 105 minutes, there is plenty of room for the tale to take many a twist and turn flitting from a sinister thriller to the supernatural suspense. The climax itself is an extravagantly satisfying one with Steele in splendid form.

The back cover of the disc duly boasts that the main feature has been “remastered and restored from the original negative”.  I often wonder whether vintage restorations seem that extra bit special due to my habit of scrutinizing every frame with a little more attention than I normally would. Even so, I found the print to be truly sumptuous. Sure, there were a couple of notable flaws evident, but overall I found the transfer mightily impressive. The detail revealed in close ups in particular are remarkable while Enzo Barboni’s evocative cinematography is showcased with aplomb.

The LPCM 2.0 mono track providing the audio is a wonderful accompaniment to high calibre ocular feast. Rake through online reviews and I am sure there will be some negative annotations regarding the disc’s acoustics. But personally I found the meld of Ennio Morricone’s inaugural horror movie score along with the redubbing of Steele’s actual voice (something of a rarity with her work from that period) elevated a wonderful viewing experience to even greater heights.

I must admit to growing a little stale over the last few years in regards to sitting through feature length commentaries. But the new track mediated by film historian David Del Valle and horror’s High Priestess is a very welcome addition. I was thoroughly absorbed with the combination of Del Valle’s laid back probing and Steele’s thoughtful recollections which surpassed merely paying the horror genre respectful lip service. Her assertion that the horror roles she played were enduring due to the characters’ internalisation of dread as opposed to contemporary graphic gore is beautifully referenced throughout her reminiscences. The pair’s deliberations, however, are the mere tip if the iceberg as far as supplement material goes.

Also included is not one but two ‘bonus features of terror’ inspired by the writings of Edgar Allen Poe and naturally, starring Ms Steele. Antonio Margheriti’s 1964 picture CASTLE OF BLOOD is first on the menu. Based on Poe’s Danse Macabre novel, the movie starts with ‘Poe’ himself (Montgomery Glenn) discussing his latest idea in a tavern. When journalist Alan Foster (George Riviere) enters, Poe’s reluctance to give an interview soon turns into a bet made by the owner of the nearby castle. If Foster can survive one solitary night in the castle, he will win and be able to print an ultra rare interview with Poe. Betting aside, Foster thinks he has hit the jackpot when, within the castle’s stone walls, he runs into Elizabeth (Steele) and Julia (Margrete Robsahm). But all is not what it seems… Again this is another wonderful slice of Italian gothic that’s positively saturated with mood and ambience. Running at 1hr 22mins the version on the disc is described as the “rare US print of the movie”. With the legendary Riz Ortolani providing an exceptionally haunting score, CASTLE OF BLOOD is a wonderful second feature on the disc.
The linear notes boast of a 2k transfer. While this is undoubtedly true, it is obvious it a transfer WITHOUT restoration! The print is laden with scratches and speckles throughout. Personally I adore these little indiscretions. The crackles and pops in the soundtrack, in my humble opinion, provide the perfect paradox to HD transfers preserving organically aged celluloid reels from yesteryear. Fans with a more specific idea of what High Definition should represent may well disagree but personally I find it futile to whinge about such matters.

The second bonus feature is Massimo Pupillo’s 1965 sensationally titled TERROR CREATURES FROM THE GRAVE. Again we are given a HD transfer conspicuously free from any restoration. At times the interference is quite alarming but, as before, I prefer to retain a positive gratefulness for owning such a rare print as opposed to moaning about the its conspicuous flaws. TCFTG is another enjoyable b/w Italian gothic romp with a run time of 1hr 24min. The story itself, revolving around a mysterious will left by the late Jeronimus Hauff, is quite original and infused with occultism. Steele, playing Hauff’s widow Cleo, is the villainess of the piece from the outset exuding an ominous guise in every frame she features in. There is a notable level of gory violence throughout along with, dare I say it, unnecessary glimpses of female flesh peppering the movie. Whilst monotone celluloid from that era has its fair share of blood even I, (Mr teenage gorehound remember!) was genuinely surprised to observe a lingering shot of guts spilling out of one unfortunate victim’s stomach at one point!

The triple bill is rounded off with a few quality supplementary treats. Weighing in at a healthy 29m 30s (which just flies by) is “Barbara Steele in Conversation” which admittedly was included on a previous Severin release. It is nevertheless an enchanting recollection of her career as told by ‘Babs’ herself. In a refreshingly candid manner she recalls the start of her career and talks with genuine gratitude about her Italian Horror endeavours. “Black White and Red -An Interview with Director Mario Caiano” runs a minute shy of a quarter of an hour and basically comprises an Italian language interview with NIGHTMARE CASTLE’s director. It’s an intriguing natter conveyed via clear-cut subtitles. I couldn’t help be a little distracted in the opening minute however by the sight of Caino’s ginger cat doing its upmost to chomp the bejeezus out of the directors knuckles! “Vengeance From Beyond” (26 mins) is a fresh featurette focusing on TCFTG whereby the special effects are explained along with a brutally honest yet humorous chat with actor Riccardo Garrone, who played “Joseph Morgan”, in the picture. “A Dance of Ghosts” is a micro-documentary running a few seconds short of 17 minutes and relates to CASTLE OF BLOOD. Director Antonio Margheriti’s disclosures regarding his pseudo name in the credits is just one of the many factual morsels offered to the viewer. The mandatory inclusion of the features theatrical trailers completes a quite stunning package.

OK, so I suggested earlier to the fact my purchase, although easy on the eye, was perhaps not so amenable to my pocket. It was due to me being seduced into purchasing an inimitable option Severin Films are offering fans who are open to throwing a few extra pennies their way. Whereas all of the aforementioned material is available for $25, for an extra 20 bucks you can be the proud owner of Barbara Steele’s autograph! The signed edition has Steele’s handwritten signature liberally splashed in chunky silver ink across the front cover featuring the classic Italian movie poster artwork. In UK terms, taking this unique option and allowing for overseas shipping direct from Severin, I was £42 worse off. I yearn for the opportunity to get my BLACK SUNDAY paraphernalia signed in person should the great lady ever appear at a UK festival. But until then, the guys at Severin have given us the opportunity to purchase a genuine piece of horror folklore…

Blu-ray Review: Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970)

Let’s get one thing straight before we start here: Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is absolutely ‘NOT A SEQUEL TO VALLEY OF THE DOLLS. IT IS WHOLLY ORIGINAL…’ and so continues the on-screen legend as the earliest frames of the latter movie start to roll. Are we convinced? Well, Valley of the Dolls – the Swedish original – had emerged three years previously, with identical subject matter, as well as being loosely based on the same novel. Even without doing a bit of digging on Russ Meyer’s own spin on the effects of the fame machine here, it would seem from this protest-too-much declaration that he’s either a fibber, delusional, or perhaps more likely, simultaneously making fun of his film and us even before we really get going. (Turns out that his film was intended as a straight-up parody; more on the success of this later.)

Original film or otherwise, though, there’s no getting away from the fact that this film has a rather unusual pedigree. The somewhat distracting opening titles fail to obscure the revelation that Roger Ebert – yes, that Roger Ebert – was the man behind the story and screenplay on Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. Turns out that after giving Meyer a couple of generous reviews, the (rather inexperienced) Ebert was invited to work on the project. Now, as his first outing in such a capacity, there’s no denying that this is original.

valleydollsOnto the film itself. It’s all about an all-girl band eking out a reasonable living playing live, albeit with one eye on the bright lights of LA. The LA of their dreams is represented to us, by the way, via a montage of landscapes, sheer fabrics – and boobs. Whether this really screams ‘musical success’ is by-the-by, and so Kelly (Dolly Read), Casey (Cynthia Myers) and Petronella (Marcia McBroom), together with manager Harris (David Gurian) head there, soon meeting up with Kelly’s long-lost millionairess Aunt Susan, a trusting soul who works in advertising (?) who immediately offers to give Kelly a huge share of the money, to the horror of her financial adviser – who has a point, let’s be honest. Still, Susan is a well-connected woman about town, and she offers to introduce the gang to all the best parties on the scene. News of the band’s prowess catches the attention of a key party host, Z-Man (John LaZar) and soon the re-named Carrie Nations are on for the big time, all under Z-Man’s watchful eye of course. Sadly, it can’t all be digging it and impromptu performances, even though a lot of it is: relationships suffer, greed kicks in, and the corrupting power of hedonism does its thing.

As a film, I’ll be honest and confess I wanted to like this a lot more than I actually did. It tends towards the dull. The story does head off in a few unexpected directions, and although the film is painfully slow in places, it’ll then suddenly ramp it up with a diversion which is usually in awkward taste: lobbing in material on abortion, murder and disability – well, even taking our rather more guarded times into consideration, it certainly ain’t gonna be for everyone. The film is at its absolute worst when playing with serious ideas in any way, shape or form, and I’ll admit that it tested my patience plenty. That all said, plot clearly isn’t a huge priority for Meyer/Ebert in Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, and perhaps I shouldn’t be reading the film as if it is. It’s obviously intended as cartoonish, and aims to be ridiculous. In this it patently succeeds. But satire? Nah. It’s too piecemeal, too conflicted. It goes from po-faced development to oddly innocuous titillation just a touch too much for me (the sex and nudity are lower in the mix than you might think).

Equally, and as ever in Meyer’s work, the script is a blend of baffling and charming. I don’t think Rob Zombie has sampled anything from this film, but I’d bet £5 he may in future; you can alternate, if you wish, between playing ‘hippie cliche bingo’ and laughing at the ‘sexy’ chat-up routines, then go from this to Z-Man and his literary stylings, all against a rather repetitive vision of late 60s parties which feel like the fevered imaginings of a mad uncle (Meyer was nearly fifty at the time the film was made, although Ebert was much younger). It just doesn’t really hang together for me.

Still, despite its freewheeling around, Beyond the Valley of the Dolls would be a delight for lovers of high camp, even more so for people who like their 60s and 70s time capsules good and lurid, and as ever Arrow’s presentation of the film is superb. Meyer fans who want to complete their Blu-ray collections will be pleased to know that his lesser-known film The Seven Minutes is included in this release, as well as the usual array of special features we’ve come to expect.

Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is available now on DVD and Blu-Ray from Arrow Video.