Review: Fear, Inc. (2016)

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

Review: Volumes of Blood: Horror Stories (2016)

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

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

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

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

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

Celluloid Screams 2016 Review: I Am Not a Serial Killer (2016)

By Ben Bussey

Anonymous small-town middle America: always the last place anyone anticipates crazy things happening, yet more often than not the first place crazy things happen in horror fiction. Stephen King’s main stock-in-trade for much of his career has been presenting us with an average, humdrum little place, going to lengths to ensure we’re well acquainted with exactly how humdrum and average it is, then gradually unearthing some bizarre, monstrous goings-on that the wider populace either fail to see or turn a blind eye to. King has inspired generations of horror writers to do likewise, and while at the time of writing I’m entirely unfamiliar with the work of author Dan Wells, it would appear he’s followed a similar path, beginning with his 2009 novel I Am Not a Serial Killer, the first in a series based around the teenage sociopath/amateur detective John Wayne Cleaver.

Much as I’m unfamiliar with Wells, I’m also unfamiliar with screenwriter and director Billy O’Brien, who has brought I Am Not a Serial Killer to the screen. However, I can say with some authority that O’Brien has achieved what just about every screen adaptation of Stephen King to date has failed to do: brought a genuinely grounded sense of kitchen sink realism to a tale of mystery and personal struggle which gradually unfurls into something considerably more bizarre than it initially seems to be.

John Wayne Cleaver (Max Records, best known for his child performance in Where The Wild Things Are) is the fifteen-year old son of the town mortician (Laura Fraser). With an absent father, a part-time job helping out his mother at work, a fascination with murder, and a name like ‘John Wayne Cleaver,’ it may not come as a huge surprise that he’s been clinically diagnosed a sociopath, and regularly meets with a therapist to keep his own murderous impulses at bay. However, when a series of strange deaths occur in town, with the deceased in each case arriving at the morgue with key organs inexplicably missing, John’s serial killer sense starts tingling, and he comes to believe that a methodical murderer is at work in his mundane home town. However, when his suspicions lead him to spy on his elderly neighbour Mr Crowley (Christopher Lloyd), John finds the truth of the matter is even stranger and more sinister than he thought.

It’s interesting to read that Well’s John Wayne Cleaver novels have been known to pose a dilemma to publishers’ marketing departments, unsure as to whether they belong in the ‘young adult’ category, or more general adult-oriented horror. It’s not hard to see why, given the age of the central protagonist, and the heavy emphasis on his troubled adolescent state of mind; but, while I don’t want to hammer the Stephen King comparisons into the ground, the likes of Carrie, Christine and It also centred on young characters without in any way alienating older readers. Much the same is true of this film. Viewers of any age can relate to John’s sense of isolation, apathy and hopelessness, and the decision to shoot on 16mm film in snowy Minnesota lends an earthy, tangible sense of the cold and bleak to proceedings. Indeed, there’s a very analogue sensibility at play throughout; where a great many contemporary indie horrors shot at this budgetary level tend to be shot digitally with synth-based soundtracks, I Am Not A Serial Killer is shot on film and boasts a score which for the most part sounds to have been performed on a church organ. ‘American Gothic’ definitely seems an apt description.

This chilliness is particularly pronounced as the film contrasts John’s youth and relative vibrancy with the advanced age of his neighbour Mr Crowley. Christopher Lloyd is of course inspired casting here; as generations of movie lovers have known him as the benign and grandfatherly Doc Brown, it’s genuinely compelling and haunting to see that persona turned on its head, particularly given that Lloyd really has reached such advanced years now. Many of the film’s key scenes see Lloyd and Records share the screen alone, and these are some very potent moments, conveying the sense that these two men, though ostensibly at loggerheads and far removed in years and life experience, are true kindred spirits at heart, understanding one another in a way no others do.

Particularly given how much I’ve gone on about the echoes of Stephen King (that’s the last time, I swear), I don’t think it’s giving too much away to say that I Am Not a Serial Killer reveals a supernatural element midway, and I gather this is something that has rather divided opinion. It’s not hard to see how the story could have worked without it, but I don’t think the other-worldly elements in any way undermine the more grounded drama that came before it. Indeed, I hasten to add that, despite all the cold and grey and kitchen sink sensibilities I’ve harked on at length about, I Am Not a Serial Killer is by no means a dour and joyless affair. It’s rich with dark humour, primarily down to Records’ endearing central performance and the intriguing quirks which come from his condition, which John remains a hugely charismatic and likeable guy in spite of. Perhaps this isn’t the most realistic depiction of adolescent sociopathy, but as the supernatural elements underline, this isn’t a story that takes place in the really real world; and real or no, it makes for some compelling storytelling.

I definitely look forward to reading Dan Wells’ novel, and while this movie doesn’t exactly have ‘franchise-starter’ written all over it, I’d certainly welcome a follow-up. Either way, I Am Not a Serial Killer is a very enjoyable film which I hope bodes well for a fruitful career for Max Records as an adult, and it leaves me keen to see where director O’Brien goes next.

Bulldog Film Distribution will release I Am Not a Serial Killer to UK cinemas and VOD on 9th December.

Celluloid Screams 2016 Review: Creepy (2016)

By Ben Bussey

Just when you thought ‘Sinister’ was the most generic horror title you’d ever heard… but, much as was the case with Scott Derrickson’s 2012 film, this may belie a film which sports more surprises than you might initially expect. That’s pretty much where the similarities with Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s latest film end, however; in fact, Creepy is one of those “is-it-or-isn’t it horror?” films which in many respects harks back to the police procedural psychological thrillers of the 1990s. At slightly over two hours in length, it’s a bit of a slow-burner, which makes it a bold inclusion in a horror festival (given these events are quite the movie marathon, the films tend to be around the more bottom/bladder-friendly 90 minute mark). However, it’s well worth sticking out, for as the running time advances, the film (an adaptation of Yutaka Maekawa’s novel Kurīpī) very much earns its moniker.

Like the film that screened immediately before it at Celluloid Screams, The Devil’s Candy (read Keri’s review here), Creepy plays on one of those classic chiller set-ups: the ostensibly happy couple moving into a new house, where strange goings-on test not only their relationship but their sanity. Koichi Takakura (Hidetoshi Nishijima) is a retired police detective, having left the force after an altercation with a psychotic felon resulted in a hostage being murdered, and Takakura sustaining a near-fatal injury (don’t worry, this ain’t The Sixth Sense all over again). Taking up a new position as a teacher of criminal psychology at the local university, Takakura and his demure wife Yasuko (Yuko Takeuchi) relocate to a new home. However, the life of a university lecturer quickly proves tedious for Takakura’s inquisitive mind, and he soon gets caught up in investigating a cold case from several years ago involving the disappearance of a local family. Yasuko, meanwhile, is similarly unfulfilled by her lonely housewife existence, and makes efforts to befriend her neighbours. This proves difficult, as one neighbour shows no interest in being friendly whatsoever – whilst the other, Mr Nishino (Teruyuki Kagawa), demonstrates increasingly strange behaviour, leaving Yasuko and Takakura unsure as to whether he’s just a socially awkward kook, or if he might be hiding some dark secrets behind closed doors. For one thing, his daughter seems terrified of him; and for another, his wife, though oft-mentioned, is nowhere to be seen…

kuripi_itsuwari_no_rinjinIt’d be giving too much away to reveal more of the plot, but I can honestly say Creepy progresses in a way I hadn’t anticipated based on the opening act. It all starts out like a pretty pedestrian detective story not unlike those that dominate the main TV channels at prime time; it’s shot in that same clean, tasteful manner, with understated performances from a handsome cast, working with roles which are at first largely two-dimensional. I did find myself getting a little impatient at times, as the two seperate plot threads – Takura’s investigation, and Yasuko’s growing suspicion of Nishino – seem entirely unrelated at first. Of course, the two threads do gradually come together, and in the process a sense of unease slowly builds, leading to a final act that proves surprisingly intense. In some ways I’m reminded of Takashi Miike’s Audition and Sion Sono’s Cold Fish, but Creepy doesn’t go to quite such extremes as either of those; rather than slapping an unsuspecting audience hard in the face as the action proceeds, Kurosawa prefers to keep the tension at a simmering heat, with only occasional flashes of harsh violence and shock.

As this is primarily a character-driven movie, credit is very much due to the performances. Hidetoshi Nishijima and Yuko Takeuchi do fine work as a couple who go from seeming distant yet relatively content, to having a far more troubled relationship than perhaps either of them realised. However, the film is pretty much stolen by Teruyuki Kagawa as Mr. Nishino. His performance alone earns the film its title, as Nishino proves to be an antagonist for the ages, demonstrating once more that there’s nothing quite so intimidating as the stranger next door, leaving the viewer crossing their fingers that their own neighbours don’t have quite so many skeletons in their closets… figure of speech? See Creepy for yourself and find out.

Creepy has more UK festival screenings (including Dead of Night: Hull Horror Film Festival and Abertoir) in the month ahead, plus a limited theatrical release, via Eureka Entertainment – more details here. Eureka will then release Creepy as part of their Masters of Cinema Series in a Dual Format Blu-ray & DVD on 23rd January 2017.

Caution: trailer below contains mild spoilers.

Review: Patient Seven (2016)

By Quin

I get so giddy with excitement every time another anthology horror film is released. They always remind me of some of the older films I saw as a kid and there’s just something comforting about them. I also find the length of each segment more appealing as I get older. Sometimes it’s nice to have the movie version of “fun size” candy bars. A two hour complete story arch, where it is material you feel like you’ve seen before, can be a bit much. On top of all this, some of the best horror filmmakers working today are making short films. Nine directors are assembled here to piece together a pretty solid and fun anthology film. While these filmmakers may not be among the best (yet), Patient Seven is still one of the better anthology films of the last few years that I’ve seen.

The film’s wraparound story begins as Dr. Marcus (played by Michael Ironside) arrives at Spring Valley Mental Institution where he is going to interview some severely disturbed patients about their conditions. His findings will be included in a book he is working on. During each interview, we see the events that brought each of them to the hospital via the individual short films. As you might guess from the title, there are seven patients total. Each one is played without too much camp or irony, which is a smart move from the actors. While watching the first two I wrote in my notes that they seemed like extras from something between One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors. It also doesn’t take long at all to discover Dr. Marcus is a terrible doctor and a total asshole looking to exploit these people.

The first segment is actually the weakest, but it’s still pretty interesting. The way it was shot immediately put me off, but when the supernatural stuff starts happening, it really kicks into gear. There are some simple but nice looking visual effects as well as a creature that looks really cool. If you are a Guillermo Del Toro fan or loved the Buffy The Vampire Slayer episode Hush, you will be happy to hear, the creature is played by Doug Jones.

I don’t want to say too much about the others, but it’s fine to tell you that a couple of them are darkly hilarious and could maybe inspire a great Halloween costume. One is a zombie story that will break your heart. There’s one about a vampire hunter that has a man being questioned about why he killed his victims, to which he replies in this order, “Dealer. Pimp. Chelsea Fan.”

The final segment is the one that ties the whole thing together and it’s my opinion that the title Patient Seven gives too much away. It might have been better to called it Seven Patients. I would not be surprised if you guess what is going to happen early on. Unfortunately it’s not very original. But that last short film is great. It’s shot by a couple guys named Johannes Persson and Rasmus Wassberg and it features some great effects and some infected people (Rather than use the z-word, I opted for the Umberto Lenzi term) that look like no others I’ve seen. The snowy cinematography is a bit like if Fargo combined with Let the Right One In, but became a shaky found footage movie. It’s beautiful, but oh-so-very-shaky.

Even though I knocked the wraparound story, I do think it might have made a worthwhile film on its own. But when you have a collection of short films that are this strong, all the wraparound does is force it all to fit together in a sloppy way. However, please don’t let that stop you from seeing this movie. Patient Seven is far from perfect, but I would not be surprised if when I’m listing my favorite films of 2016, a couple of these short films are mentioned. When you get a chance to see truly good horror short films, the delivery system shouldn’t make much of a difference. Rent this, and watch closely for the names attached to each short film to become the next big thing.

Patient Seven is available now from Terror Films across multiple platforms including Youtube, Vimeo, Amazon Instant, Google Play, XBox Live, Vadu, Sony Playstation and iTunes.

Celluloid Screams 2016: Ben and Keri talk aboot Yoga Hosers (2016)

By Ben Bussey and Keri O’Shea

Sheffield horror festival Celluloid Screams hosted a screening of Kevin Smith’s (how to put this generously) somewhat divisive latest movie Yoga Hosers, starring the writer-director’s daughter Harley Quinn Smith and Lily-Rose Depp (daughter of Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis, who also co-star) in a reprise of their roles from Smith’s last movie Tusk. This time, rather than aiding in the search for a missing American who has been forcibly transformed into a walrus, the teenage Canadian convenience store clerks find themselves doing battle with a miniature army of Nazi sausages.

Okay then. Here’s what BAH’s editors made of the film. (Some mild spoilers, but this is such a random film that it really won’t matter a great deal.)

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Keri: So…we chatted about doing this, rather than a conventional review of Yoga Hosers, Kevin Smith’s new film.

Ben: Indeed we did. A more informal approach seems appropriate for this one (note: we did likewise for Smith’s last film, Tusk, at Abertoir 2014). At the time of writing it’s about 48 hours since the screening at Celluloid Screams, and my overall feeling is still… what the almighty fuck did we just watch?

Keri: I think we watched a film starring friends and family, for friends and family, that doesn’t have even a shred of sense or reason outside of that.

Ben: Other than Canada jokes. Can’t forget aboot those.

Keri: But yep, all in all a completely bizarre experience, and like you it’s hard to know where to start. The Canada jokes were sub-Terrance and Phillip, for one thing.

Ben: In a way, Kevin Smith’s comedic sensibilities really seem stuck in the 1990s. Thinking back, most comedy TV shows at the time seemed determined to run jokes into the ground through relentless repetition of gags and catchphrases, and Smith did likewise with his early Askewniverse films. So it is here; the ‘aboot’ thing is funny maybe the first handful of times, but he just keeps going with it, along with every other half-baked idea.

Keri: Is it meant to be entertaining, do you think? Or is it simply to bait the nasty cwitics?

Ben: Ah yes, those critics that Smith goes out of his way to insist he doesn’t care about and doesn’t make films for, yet has to get a stab at in everything he produces…

Keri: I agree with you that Smith’s stuff hasn’t aged well. Or at least, he hasn’t moved very far, whereas a lot of what used to be big fans have started looking elsewhere.

Ben: Which, as you say, leaves the sense that Yoga Hosers is intended for his friends and family, and that’s it. And of course this is most obvious because he cast his daughter and her best friend as the leads.

Keri: I sometimes wonder why he puts films on general release; some part of him must want his stuff to be watched and commented on. Surely he’s solvent enough to make his own short films, if he so desires, just for his nearest and dearest? But he doesn’t.

Ben: I guess ultimately he’s taken a fairly personal approach throughout much of his career; it’s just that in the past the personal things he drew on reflected a more universal experience, i.e. the directionless post-education angst of Clerks, or even the religious anxieties of Dogma.

In years gone by, when I was a more heartfelt fan, I definitely enjoyed the sense of being in on the joke. I vividly recall going to see Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and it was like half the cinema had seen his old movies and half hadn’t. I liked that feeling of superiority at the time; it’s a very crass fanboyish instinct. Of course, I watched J&SBSB again lately and found it unwatchable!

Keri: Hmm, I think you’re throwing a pretty broad mantle over Dogma, which is ultimately as silly as his more recent stuff (Alanis Morrisette as God doing handstands? Fun film, but not really universal experience!)

Never been a massive fan myself, but to be fair I think something like Yoga Hosers is a great leveller; I don’t think even superfans would go a bundle on it.

Ben: Well yeah, Dogma is indeed very silly; in fact that was the film of his that Yoga Hosers most reminded me of. But as it was rooted in Biblical mythology and questions of faith, I think that gave it something cohesive. Yoga Hosers though…?!

Keri: Canadian involvement in WWII? 😛

Ben: Hmm… not so sure aboot that. (HAHA, I said ‘aboot’ again! Because that’s how Canadians say ‘about!’ Geddit? Geddit? Don’t worry if you didn’t, I’ll keep repeating that same joke over and over.)

Keri: Yeah…..*starts twitching* So anyway – did you find anything redemptive in YH?

(Note: there was a LONG pause here.)

Ben: Well, as you know I’ve always been a big fan of kiddie horror films. Monster Squad, Critters, all that kind of stuff; loved them growing up, still enjoy them now. And I feel like this what Yoga Hosers was kind of intended to be, and if Smith had worked a bit harder on the script, it might have been. That, more than any number of Canada jokes, is what made the film so frustrating for me. It had the potential to be something more.

Keri: Hadn’t thought of it that way…I think I’m still wondering what it had in mind, really. But it felt like several films bolted together in ways not necessarily functional.

Ben: Part typical Kevin Smith, part high school comedy, part Mel Brooks Nazi film, part monster movie – and, in a particularly misguided section I thought, part slasher.

Keri: The dippy teenager aspect….okay. Not completely convinced by Coleen & Coleen, but they are both genuinely young and not experienced actresses. Then the Satanic sacrifice thing, followed by the WWII mad scientist thing…very busy. You know when scientists feed drugs to spiders to see what happens to their web-spinning abilities? I feel like I witnessed one of those experiments.

Ben: And the thing is, I wouldn’t generally object to such an approach. I do appreciate films that take weird risks, throw in diverse elements and do the unexpected… it just has to be done somewhat better than Yoga Hosers did it. Joseph Kahn’s movie Detention is, I think, a good example of the kind of film Yoga Hosers wants to be.

Keri: So what would have made YH work for you, then? More script work – what else?

Ben: There has to be some genuine wit in there. Not just “hey look, isn’t that weird?” It’s like the cinematic equivalent of the office prankster who’s constantly going “I’m just MAD, I am!” And, I guess given we saw it at a horror festival and it’s been marketed mainly toward the horror crowd, I would have appreciated *some* attempt at genuine scares here and there. Particularly given Smith comes to this from Red State and Tusk, both of which were at times genuinely grueling (in a good way).

Keri: A couple of things, for me: firstly, pitching a film as part of a trilogy when it’s very tonally different to a film like Tusk (which of course had wacky look-at-me elements, but was also fucking nasty) makes it feel like it’s hanging in the balance for starters…

Ben: That’s the real kick in the nether regions here – it feels like Smith’s taken a big step backwards.

Keri: Yeah, what we have is Clerks for millennials (people who would not get the film, trust me) with some camp horror elements bolted on. But I think the thing which really sullies it for me is the self-conscious ‘heh heh, the CRITICS will hate this, and in fact I’ve had them in mind for this whole movie, even though I don’t care about them and FUCK THOSE GUYS’. It echoes through the whole film.

Ben: Definitely. And in a way I think that’s the main crux of why the film just never finds its feet tonally, because otherwise there is something kind of sweet about it given that it’s a film that he’s made specifically for his daughter.

If you’ll excuse me using one of your all-time favourite phrases now, Keri… AS A PARENT I could relate to the sense of father-daughter love in the film. Ultimately, this is the work of a man who knows his daughter is growing up, and just wants to play with her once more like they used to.

Keri:..but hopefully not all the ass shots…

Ben: And now my use of the phrase ‘play with her’ seems a bit wrong. Yeah, it wasn’t quite Dario/Asia, but there definitely were some moments, particularly in those yoga scenes, when one does have to question Smith’s placement of the camera. Plus, the fact that the one guy who expresses sexual interest in her turns out to be a homicidal would-be Satanist?

Keri: I dunno, Ben, you know how I am about parenting. Like scuba-diving and neck tattoos, I’m sure some people get a lot out of it, but it’s not my bag. Perhaps there’s something to your idea about this being to do with play – what I do know, though, is that casting one’s family/spouses seems to be a recipe for eyebrow-raising fuck-ups. Not quite the case here, I grant, but moments of it were close to the mark…

And aside from his daughter, there were other odd moments and decisions which just come back to the ‘well I know them, they’re my friends’ thing. Not the best reason for casting someone.

Ben: Ah yes, like the cameos from all the main actors from Tusk – bar Michael Parks, who I can only assume changed his phone number/moved house before Smith could ensnare him. To be fair, I quite enjoyed Justin Long’s Yogi Bayer (that was a joke that worked for me!) but Haley Joel Osment’s Nazi was a stretch, and Genesis Rodriguez’s PE teacher… what the hell was she? Canadian by way of Minnesota, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, with a bit of Eastern European thrown in?

Keri: Echoes of Sheri Zombie’s oddly amiss Valley Girl accent in the midst of the deeply Southern Fireflies, haha!

Ben: Never a great point of reference! And, as with Tusk, I suppose we should again address Johnny Depp’s role…

Keri: Well…an odd band of actors, all told. As for Depp, whatever else is true of him, he clearly sticks like glue to people he likes. Ditto, Tim Burton. Not a great comic turn here, though I suppose he joined the plot together a little…

Ben: Yeah, he’s primarily there as exposition guy. And so people can say “hey look, it’s Johnny Depp in weird make-up doing a funny voice! What are the chances?” But of course, it may again be a case of what fathers will do for their little girls, given that Depp’s daughter is Colleen #2.

Which brings up the question: what did you actually think of Harley Quinn Smith and Lily-Rose Depp? All questions of nepotism to one side, were they able to carry the film? Because that to me is another of the things about the film that stings a bit; I honestly don’t think they were that bad.

Keri: I thought they were quite endearing, but obviously not familiar with acting. None of which would hurt them in a more coherent film. Mind you, sometimes a short cameo is 100% more endearing than a longer one…again, risky business, this.

I think the film could have been fun, overall, with a little less nepotism and a bit more enjoyment at telling a story – rather than telling bits of lots of stories, and mainly to stick a middle finger up at people who just watch films for pleasure.

On which note, I’d like to say this: I am I suppose an ‘armchair critic’. I write about films. But filmmakers need to get shot of this idea that everyone who ever comments on a film is some sort of a) enemy and/or b) jealous and/or c) not qualified to comment. Throwing hate at people for their work, of course – different. But to use an analogy which came up recently, if a chef serves me a terrible meal, can I comment – even though I’m not a chef? I’d hope so, and equally if I had a good meal, I wouldn’t expect the response to be ‘thanks – but you’re not a chef, so you have no idea how this meal is made.’ Smith needs to drop this idea for good, or his films will continue to suffer. YH shows that.

Ben: I’ll second that. A dissatisfied customer is a dissatisfied customer, in any capacity. Yoga Hosers made me smile in places, but more than anything else it just left me bewildered. Just as Smith seemed to be winning audiences back a bit, he’s gone and alienated everyone worse than he ever did before – and in so doing, probably soured his daughter’s chances of getting much of an acting career of her own afterward, which you’d imagine was half the point here. And one final question… what the hell is a Yoga Hoser anyway?

Keri: well a hoser is, the internet tells me, a ‘foolish or uncultivated person’… As for the yoga connection, we can only guess!

Ben: But one of many things we can only guess about. Such as how Kevin Smith was able to accrue a couple of million dollars to make this film.

Keri: Indeed…and perhaps a good point on which to end…

Ben: Agreed. Oh well, we went in with open hearts and minds, but Yoga Hosers really is as bad as everyone’s been saying. Sorry aboot that.

Review: The Rezort (2015)

By Ben Bussey

As high concept one sentence pitches go, ‘Jurassic Park with zombies’ isn’t a bad one. Playing on much the same vacation from hell theme, The Rezort presents us with a literally post-apocalyptic vision of a world which has survived a rampant zombie plague. A few years on, with the world’s (living) population reduced by two billion, the survivors do their best to carry on as if everything’s still the same as it used to be; but those with enough money can enjoy a whole new form of holiday by going on a zombie safari at the Rezort, an island hit hard by the plague where the infected masses were kept alive (or, y’know, undead) for paying customers to gun down at their leisure. We follow one boatload of guests as they head out for a few days of fun in the sun blasting zombies to bits. What could possibly go wrong?

It’s a simple premise for a fun, roller-coaster ride blockbuster, and that’s pretty much exactly what The Rezort is; although, as a largely UK-based production (shot primarily in Wales and Spain, the end credits tell us), it’s not on quite on the same scale as those we see from Hollywood. Not that this is to the detriment of director Steve Barker’s film, particularly; the Outpost director has made a handsome-looking piece of B-movie entertainment which makes for an unremarkable but enjoyable 90-odd minutes. Think Paul WS Anderson rather than Steven Spielberg. If that thought turns your stomach, move along; but if you’re quite content with genre fare at its most generic, you should get along with this film no problem.

Dougray Scott takes top billing as enigmatic American loner Archer; not the best choice of moniker if you ever happen to have watched the cartoon of the same name, and honestly not the best role for Scott to be cast in (neither his American accent nor his attempt at rugged Eastwood-esque charisma are entirely convincing). However, the real lead is Jessica De Gouw (previously seen in superior apocalyptic movie These Final Hours) as Melanie, a fragile soul who visits the Rezort under a therapist’s advice in the hopes that it will give her some closure over losing her father in the zombie war. She’s joined by Martin McCann as her ex-army boyfriend there for emotional support, and Elen Rhys as another enigmatic loner. Of course, not everyone comes to the Rezort to address deep-seated issues; many just want to shoot zombies for cheap thrills. To this end, the core ensemble is completed by two young London chavs, Jassa Ahluwalia and Lawrence Walker, who are there primarily to call each other ‘bruv’ and crack wise. So, we’ve got our tough guy alpha male, wounded emotional lead, annoying comic relief, and a spot of ambiguity as to who will remain true to the group and who will turn against them; all present and correct for a long walk to survival when, in a manner so borderline-identical to Jurassic Park it barely needs to be pointed out, a cyber-attack breaks down the Rezort’s safety parameters and the zombies are free to attack the guests. And just to add to that race against time aspect, they only have X amount of time before fighter jet are dispatched to nuke the place.

I’m starting to feel like a broken record here, but once again, all the elements are in place for a simple 90 minute action-adventure, which is precisely what we wind up with – and I struggle to find much more to say about The Rezort than that. It’s nothing special, and it’s unlikely to be remembered beyond first viewing, but for what it is, it’s absolutely fine. It doesn’t have any real surprises, nor does it have any real scares, nor do any of the action scenes present anything we haven’t seen before – but innovation is not essential to entertainment value. This is a passable way to spend an hour and a half when you’re in the mood for something unchallenging; nothing more, nothing less.

The Rezort is available on all major digital platforms now in the UK, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand, via Content Media.

DVD Review: One Million Years BC (1966)

Do creature features get much more iconic than this? The classic combination of eye-catching monster and attractive leading lady has served filmmakers well over the decades, but to take one of the most renowned big screen beauties of all time and pit her against the creations of the most celebrated creator of special effects in film history; now that’s a rare feat. A full 50 years on, Hammer’s One  Million Years BC remains the benchmark by which any and all prehistoric fantasies are measured, and a time-honoured favourite of lusty women-fanciers thanks to the unforgettable, and no doubt historically accurate (ahem) fur bikinis worn by the sex symbol extraordinaire Raquel Welch, and her female co-stars. And quite apart from that, it’s also one of the best-remembered titles from the back catalogue of Ray Harryhausen; the stop-motion animation legend didn’t actually make as many dinosaur movies as people sometimes think, and as such there’s a particular potency to those he creates here. The film also stands as a great example of how a remake can outmatch its source material, as it’s based on the otherwise largely forgotten 1940 movie One Million BC.

one-million-years-bc-studiocanal-dvdStill, while One Million Years BC may boast FX work and a leading lady which have long since earned their place in film history (to say nothing of the classic poster art, given a slight redesign and a red tinge for this new Studiocanal release), there may well be a bigger question mark over how well the film itself stands up half a century later – or, indeed, whether there was really much to it at the time. It may have iconography pouring out of its ears, but it’s still safe to say that, as fun as it may be, few of us are likely to hold up director Don Chaffey’s film as anything close to a cinematic masterpiece. Still, while it may have been an ostensibly glossy and mainstream-friendly production, anyone coming to One Million Years BC for the first time may be taken aback by just how weird it is in execution, and how ambitious it is in the themes it attempts to address.

Considering that it presents a version of the origins of humanity which everyone knows is completely inaccurate (one of the few things that advocates of evolution and creationism should be able to agree on), it may come as a surprise as to just how seriously the film seems to treat its vision of a prehistoric world where mankind and dinosaurs co-exist. After opening on some pretty primal imagery of the world coming into being, we meet our first tribe of man: dark-haired, grubby, simple-minded and belligerent, they live by their base urges and violently attack anyone that stops them getting what they want. When a power struggle for leadership of the tribe breaks out, Tumak (John Richardson) finds himself banished to the harsh wilderness; wandering alone, he narrowly avoids death at the hands of various scary monsters before stumbling upon a new tribe very different to his own: fair-haired, peaceful, using basic tools and living in an ordered society (maybe we shouldn’t read too deeply into the superior race being the blonde ones…). The fairest among them is, of course, Loana (Welch), and soon romance blossoms between the golden-haired beauty and the dirty brute slowly learning the civilised ways of her people. But the prehistoric world is not a safe place to be, and danger soon looms on an epic scale.

The key thing that makes One Million Years BC such an unusual viewing experience is that, beyond a spot of narration, there isn’t a word of English, or indeed any other recognisable language spoken in the film, all the dialogue spoken instead in a fully invented caveman dialect. This might on the one hand seem like a great challenge for the cast, as it forces them to convey their characters and emotions as much through body language and expression as anything else; but on the other hand, it definitely adds to the absurdity of the whole spectacle, for as much as there would appear to be some words that have some sort of meaning (‘Akeeta! Akeeta!’ comes up a bit), it’s hard not to believe the cast aren’t just making random grunts most of the time.

As for the sex appeal aspect; this isn’t quite so heavily emphasised as it would be in Hammer’s later films to venture into similar territory, Prehistoric Women, When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth and Creatures the World Forgot; but those films lacked one of the fundamental strengths of One Million Years BC, which is of course Harryhausen’s dinosaurs, and they were a hell of a lot weaker without them. Fact is, without both those key elements – sex appeal, and awesome dinos – One Million Years BC wouldn’t be half the film it is. Indeed, the two seem to go hand in hand in a curious way; it does seem to be in the moments when Welch is at her most coquettish – frolicking playfully in the water, for instance – that a pterodactyl or an allosaurus will come rampaging out of the wilderness and seize her, much in the manner that old Kong just couldn’t keep his paws off Fay Wray. Fun and games for Freudians, no doubt; and one suspects Amazon wouldn’t be so rife with dinosaur-based erotic fiction without this movie. (Look up ‘Taken By the T-Rex’ if you don’t know what I’m talking about.) But it’s not all girl-on-dino action, as we also have the eye-opening wrestling match between Welch and Martine Beswick.

New interviews with Welch and Beswick are the key special features on this 50th anniversary edition disc, as well as some behind the scenes stills galleries and artwork by the late, great Harryhausen – not that existing fans of the film will need much more persuasion to snap this one up.

One Million Years BC is out on Blu-ray and DVD on 24th October, from Studiocanal; on this same day the film will screen at the Cambridge Film Festival.

Review: Wekufe: El Origen del Mal (The Origin of Evil) (2016)

The recent release of Blair Witch, to considerably lower box office and critical acclaim than anticipated, prompted my colleague Dustin Hall to question whether the film marked the last nail in the coffin of the found footage horror movie, remarking that it would be a “sad, but fitting place to end” the subgenre. This, I think it’s safe to assume, will not be the case; it’s now too well-established a category of horror, no more likely to disappear completely than vampires, zombies or slashers. That said, much as how the initial slasher wave had more or less expired by the end of the 1980s, we’re definitely rising above the age in which found footage is the dominant horror format, particularly as the Paranormal Activity series has finally concluded. Still, the odd found footage movie is bound to pop up here and there, and hopefully as these films become less ubiquitous, we might find these later examples to have a more individual voice, and prove able to utilize the format in a more compelling way.

This was very much my hope with Wekufe: El Origen del Mal, from Chilean director Javier Attridge. From the trailer and premise, it seemed this was a film which would use the found footage approach both to tell an exciting horror story, whilst at the same time exploring a culture which international audiences might not know a great deal about. Done right, horror movies can offer a surprising level of insight into the regional settings; I definitely came out of Juan of the Dead feeling more enlightened on the subject of Cuba. And to an extent Wekufe works, as it has left me curious to learn more about the troubled history of Chile and its current state of affairs. However, in attempting to merge this with a supernatural legend and framing it all around a young couple of out-of-towners filming everything, the film gets a little lost along the way, and sadly winds up returning to territory which is now massively over-familiar.

wekufePaula Figueroa and Matias Aldea (who, in the tradition of The Blair Witch Project, use their own names) are the aforementioned young couple. Paula’s a journalism student, working on a project about the legend of the Trauco, a beast with a horned head and a massive penis, which is said to live in the forests of the island Chiloé, ‘deflowering’ any local virgins who stray from the path. Matias, meanwhile, is a frustrated film school graduate yet to find his break as a director. It seems their mutual interests line up as they head out to Chiloé, primarily so Paula can shoot news report footage speaking to local officials and citizens of the island, but with Matias hoping he can also shoot enough material to make a found footage horror movie out of it all. Yes, it all gets a bit meta, with The Blair Witch Project and many other famed horror movies getting name-checked, and Paula giving a few Sydney Prescott-esque speeches about how lame and predictable they all are. Of course, any revised take on Scream’s rules would surely also have to include that as soon as you start making fun of existing horror movies, you’re marked for death. 

Intriguingly, though, Wekufe doesn’t open with the folklore or the typical twenty-something wannabe filmmaker routine, but on footage of a Chiloé local discussing the environmental and economic impact of corporate takeovers in the local salmon fishing industry. The film continues on this thread throughout, tying the Trauco legend with the abundance of rape and incest that occurs in the region, and all the way back to the Jesuit settlers who came to the island centuries earlier. Is the Trauco simply a convenient bogey man on which to pin a multitude of very human sins, or could it actually be a real creature? Either way, this territory is explored in a manner reminiscent of A Serbian Film; not insofar as it piles on displays of grotesque sexual violence (although this does briefly occur), but rather that the film uses the central theme as an allegory of sorts for the state of things in its country of origin.

Alas, all this probably makes Wekufe sound a lot more exciting than it truthfully is. While its opening and closing scenes pack some punch, in the interim there’s simply far too much of the usual found footage padding, with an overabundance of largely tedious conversations between the two leads who – true to form for found footage – aren’t massively endearing to begin with. Beyond a few agreeably bizarre meetings with the masked figures pictured at the top, and a reasonably creepy instance of somniloquy, Wekufe doesn’t really become a horror movie until the last 20 minutes or so, and rather leaves one wishing we’d seen a bit more of the world we get so brief a glimpse of in the final scenes. Still, Attridge and company are to be respected for at least putting forth the effort to make something a bit more meaningful in a subgenre which has long since grown a bit meaningless.

Wekufe: El Origen del Mal is currently screening at festivals around the world. Visit the Facebook page for more information and updates.

Review: Phantasm: Ravager (2016), plus a Look Back at 40 Years With the Tall Man

By Dustin Hall

As the fifth and final Phantasm film hits the screens, we examine it and have a look at the previous installments in the legendary cult classic. One last time, let the Tall Man release you from your imperfect flesh, which ties you to time and space… But before looking at Ravager, let us peer back at the four preceding Phantasm films that spanned almost four decades and endured across an endless stream of horror fads:

Phantasm (1979) – The original Phantasm film came, as most memorable films do, out of nowhere. It was the dream-inspired brain child of Don Coscarelli, an inventive low-budget horror that drew people in with its combination of unique story, chilling music, and a provocative villain played wonderfully by the late Angus Scrimm.

The story centers around 3 friends: young Mike, his older brother Jody, and their friend Reggie, the ice cream man. The three of them enjoy cars, music, and summer nights with plenty of Dos Equis. The trio’s world is shook when, while still in mourning for the death of Jody and Mike’s parents, another of their friends dies under mysterious circumstances. It’s not long before Mike discovers the truth: the cemetery’s undertaker, the Tall Man, is behind the killings. The ultimate goal of the Tall Man, who is actually an alien, is to take bodies from the cemetery, convert them into small, super strong munchkins, and use them as slaves in his home dimension. Aiding him in this endeavor are also his signature flying silver spheres, which monitor the mortuary, slice, drill, and drain any human unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

The original cut of Phantasm, now lost to the ages, was over three hours long. When Don Coscarelli cut the film down to its current 90 minute form, some connective tissue was lost. This leads to odd moments with fortune tellers, supporting cast, and some of the Tall Man’s powers and motivations remaining esoteric, mysterious. The twist at the end only further solidifies that some of the events that transpired on screen were indeed dreams… but others were not. In the end we don’t know what reality is, other than the enduring terror of the Tall Man.


Phantasm II (1988) – Nearly ten years after the first film, Universal decided to push another horror property into the halcyon days of the 80’s and decided to resurrect the cult hit Phantasm as a moderately budgeted franchise. This second installment immediately benefits from the leap in budget, and the effects and innovation are off the charts, as well as a jolt of that classic 80’s lighting and atmosphere. The studio involvement changes some things, including the actor who portrays Mike, but this only begins a trend wherein each Phantasm film has familiar elements, but feels different than any other film in the franchise.

Universal felt uncomfortable with the dream-like narrative of the original film, and so this more grounded story takes a linear turn into apocalyptic territory. By now the Tall Man’s army has spread beyond the small town from part one, and has started tearing across the countryside. Entire towns have been wiped from existence, all of their graves pillaged and enslaved. Mike and Reggie travel cross country, hunting the Tall Man, dodging traps, hoping to rescue a young psychic girl from the undead menace. It all culminates in an explosive and goopy climax.

As fun as it was, Phantasm II wasn’t a major hit, and so it was the last studio funded film in the franchise.

Phantasm III: Lord of the Dead (1994) – Now back solely Cosacrelli’s hands, Phantasm celebrated its return to the indy scene by reinstating the original Mike, and delving deeper into the dream-state of the original film.

In this outing, old cast members are offed, and some fairly atrocious new ones are added. Some fans enjoy Rocky, the nunchuck whippin’ bad ass chick, but there’s little love for the Home Alone wannabe Tim, a 10-year old who fends off invaders with booby traps and a trick Frisbee. This one is definitely high on camp. Despite that, the hunt for the Tall Man becomes a circle chase, as he now also pursues Mike for some unknown purpose. When the Tall Man finally catches him, it’s up to Reggie and the others to save him. But Mike seems to already have been experimented on by the Tall Man, or is inhuman himself. Is that a sphere in his head? Also, the deceased Jody reappears via some questionable CGI.

Phantasm IV: Oblivion (1998) – The nineties come to a close with this divisive entry in the series (and my personal favorite sequel). This film uses some of the previously lost footage and cuts it together into dreams, flashbacks, and more importantly an element of time travel. In this film more than any other, the Tall Man’s origins are explored, as well as his plans for Mike. The implications of the dreams make this feel more like a sequel to the original in many ways than the previous campy installments.

Oblivion’s plot is straightforward. Reggie, separated from Mike, journeys through the desert to find him. Mike, on the other hand, explores the strange powers the sphere in his head has given him, and uses them to look into time and see the origins of the Tall Man. While the plot may be light, the imagery and implication are not. We begin to see the truth that was hinted at by the end of the first Phantasm take shape: that this all might be some delusion of Mike’s, a symbol of his mourning over Jody’s death. Is it all in his mind? Why was he chosen by the Tall Man? The cliffhanger ending kept us waiting for 18 years.

And now, after almost two decades, we finally come upon Phantasm: Ravager (2016). At last Phantasm fans gain a continuation of Oblivion’s cliffhanger, and answers to its many implications, as well as a final sendoff for the series. Was it all worth it?!

In many ways, no. It pains me to write that, really.


There were always going to be some issues with Ravager. Having been made across several decades, each Phantasm film bears the marks of the decade it was made in, which is part of why no two of the films feel alike. The original has the surrealism and Euro-style soundtrack that is prevalent among cult films of the 70s, while part II gives way to the slick lighting and practical fx bonanza that was the 80’s. Parts III and IV are full of dated CGI, and reflect both a campiness and a dourness from 90s films, respectively. And so it is with Ravager, that we have a film reflecting a certain class of film unique to this current era. But it exists on the opposite end of the spectrum from explosive, big budget action fests. It reflects the CGI-action of this era, and it reflects the nostalgia fest that peppers so many films with fan-service, but it belongs to an ultra-low budget webseries class of film telling a story whose scope outstrips its means.

This was always going to be the case, as Ravager was originally planned as a web series expanding upon the adventures of Reggie after he’s separated from Mike at the end of Oblivion. After a few of these were finished, though, the crew decided to get back together to make a feature to close out the series. Their budget woes are obvious from the get go, as every scene is peppered with CGI over practicals. Blood is CG, the spheres are all CG, gunshots are CG, as are entire environments and, yes, in some instances even Angus Scrimm himself is replaced with a CG stand-in. This would be fine, if the computer images weren’t somehow worse than the CG spheres that appeared back in 1994. But the problem isn’t the effects, despite how absolutely wretched they are, but the nature of the film as a final installment in the series. It would work fine as a fifth entry, if a sixth were on its heels, but for fans looking for closure, they’ll find only disappointment.

The film opens in typical Phantasm style, with Reggie giving a brief recap of the previous installments, and wandering through the desert, seemingly moments after the end of the last film. We follow him for a while, having adventures involving the recovery of the classic ‘Cuda, more unfortunate encounters with the silver spheres and lovely ladies along the road, all in Reggie’s usual hard luck form. The story takes a turn, though, when Reggie suddenly wakes up in a nursing home. Mike is there, and explains that Reggie has dementia, and has been slipping in and out of lucidity. The film then follows Reggie on a complex journey through three or four realities at any given time, with our heroes battling against the Tall Man in apocalyptic wastelands in one, while trying to sneak Reggie out of a hospital in another, and ultimately matching wits with the Tall Man on a plane outside of normal time.

And again, all of this would be fine as a 5th installment, if it weren’t also the final installment. There are some great moments here, as we finally see the long-alluded to army of the Tall Man invading the world, with mega-spheres leveling buildings, taking on tanks and jets. There are cameos from various cast members across all the Phantasm films. And, though he’s underused by necessity, there is the final melancholy turn of Angus Scrimm as the Tall Man, at times threatening, at others devilish, and in one scene, seemingly saying goodbye to his devoted fans.

What hurts the film so much, assuming you can get past the visuals, is that it in no way progresses the story or answers the questions that were posed by Lord of the Dead or Oblivion. In the end, the lack of answers, and the supporting cast being written out with each successive chapter, makes each step of Phantasm’s journey feel a bit hollow and meaningless. What was once Mike’s story has, over time, become Reggie’s story instead. While we all love Reggie, refusing to address the mysteries surrounding Mike’s connection to the Tall Man make exploring the mystery in the previous installments less fun. There are new reality-warping mysteries surrounding Reggie throughout this film, but assigning them suddenly to him feels like a cheap proxy in lieu of a larger budget and a stronger script.

In the end, there is still much to like in Ravager, but also many things which disappoint. Watching previous installments will always be enjoyable, but never will the films’ puzzles be solved, and so that aspect of enjoyment may pass. Maybe somewhere there is another cut of this film that manages to solve some of its mysteries. After all, the end credits highlight quite a bit of unused footage depicting a war against the Tall Man’s forces. In the meantime, what we can take away from Phantasm is that it is a film series in which no matter what reality we or the characters believe we’re in, no matter if they win or lose their battle against the Tall Man, the main story seems to be about the camaraderie and sacrifice of the three main characters; loyalty, friendship, and trust. Reggie, Mike, and Jody may never conclusively defeat the Tall man, but neither will their wills be broken, so long as they stay together.

Phantasm V: Ravager is now available on Amazon instant video, and will be released on Blu-Ray before long!