Tuesday, December 11, 2007

More Cronenberg...


Recently I got around to watching THE BROOD, one of several early Cronenberg films I picked up a while back.

It's one of the few films by the Canadian director that I had never seen (I'm ashamed to say) and I was not disappointed.

Where else can you find mutant children and Oliver Reed as a demented psychotherapist? I mean, would you trust Olly with your nearest and dearest?

Nothing too profound on this one, just a fine example of DC's early work.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Eastern Promises (David Cronenberg, 2007)


As is usual in the arena of the mainstream multiplex, the intelligent and interesting tend to be dwarfed by the big, the sensationalist and, above all, the stupid.

Admittedly, Eastern Promises has been around for a few weeks, and I somehow hadn't found the time to see it. What with being in Rome for two weeks in October at the film festival (reports to follow) and then the inevitable catch up on return, cinemagoing had fallen by the wayside a little. I still need to plan a jaunt over to Bradford this week to see the restored digital presentation of Hammer's Dracula...

So, yesterday was the last day at our local to catch David Cronenberg's latest. Being a fan of his work for many years ( I still vividly remember watching Videodrome and Dead Ringers on BBC2's sorely missed Moviedrome with Alex Cox) I've been especially impressed with his films of late. A History of Violence and, to a lesser extent, Spider navigated the mainstream to deliver Cronenberg's trademarks in the guise of genre thrillers. This tactic of using genre as a delivery method for the director's agenda is a regular technique of another HF favourite Takashi Miike, and Cronenberg has got it down to a fine art. To that end, Eastern Promises is another triumph from the (former) master of body horror.

I'm not one for plot spoilers, and so I won't break that tradition, but suffice to say that there are plot points in this film that I did not see coming. Viggo Mortensen is a revelation as Nikolai, driver for members of the Russian Mafia in London. Following on from his amazing turn in A History of Violence, he exudes an intensity that puts many actors to shame. Equally dependable here are Vincent Cassel and Naomi Watts, the latter with an English accent that is flawless. With many recent disappointing UK releases, it is refreshing to see such a riveting, intelligent film outside of a film festival. It's also the first film in a long while that has made it onto the DVD wants list...

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Sunday, November 18, 2007

DAY OF THE DEAD @ LEEDS INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL


It was with great optimism that myself and ex-Deranged Pictures boss Matt Rowan Maw took the train over to Leeds to sample the delights of DAY OF THE DEAD, the first daytime horror event that Leeds Film Fest have programmed.

Having attended several of the festival's NIGHT OF THE DEAD events at Hyde Park Picture House, where I had seen some great films (Versus, Wild Zero) and some not so great ones (Loft, Expiry Date) I knew the sort of thing to expect.

In the illustrious surroundings of City Varieties (an old music hall-style venue) the day kicked off at Midday in fine style with WAZ. The festival rep who did the introductions had a nasty habit of telling us too much about the films beforehand, so it was before a single frame had unspooled that we were told it was a dark serial killer film in the vein of Seven. He also revealed that the British production was set (and partially shot in) New York, with the majority being filmed in Belfast as a double for NYC.

WAZ does have shades of a low-budget version of David Fincher's film in tone and style, but comparisons in this case are pointless. Stellan Skarsgard stars as Eddie Argo, a cop who is investigating a series of brutal murders that appear to be linked by the concept of WAZ (or W DELTA Z) - the theory of the selfish gene. As the story progresses, Eddie and his idealistic partner Helen Westcott (Melissa George) discover that one of Argo's old investigations may be the key to cracking the case.

As low budget thrillers go, WAZ was ok. It seems to be fairly squarely-aimed at the post-Saw audience, but the unusual title and lack of sensationalist shocks might mean that the film would be a hard sell for the multiplex crowd.

Next up was ESPECTRO, a sometimes-supernatural horror from Columbia. The plot concerns Vega, a woman recovering from a traumatic event who moves into a spooky-spooky apartment block complete with peculiar neighbours. Vega's agoraphobia leads her to install a bunch of video cameras in her apartment, and surprisingly enough, weird things start appearing on the grainy video screens. With a promising premise, it was a shame to see Espectro devolve into a dull mess of a movie and one of the first disappointments of the day (but dear god, not as much of a stinker as the next one).

One of my pet-peeves with cinema of any kind is a plot-twist that simply doesn't fit. You could debate twist-endings ad nauseam, but the simple fact of the matter is that Espectro took practically every stylistic device of Japanese supernatural horror and used them as window-dressing for what turned out to be a throughly natural conclusion.

To say that I was disheartened by THE DEVIL'S CHAIR is something of an understatement. I can honestly say that this one of the most puerile and insulting films I have seen in recent memory, regardless of genre. Director Adam Mason has produced a hateful and incomprehensible tirade against.. well... everyone really. A mental patient returns to the scene of his girlfriend's violent death (caused by the titular chair) at a derelict asylum with a group of researchers. The first problem I have with the film is the incessant voiceover by lead actor Andrew Howard, a mouthpiece for Mason's dubious misogyny and blokeisms. Howard's godawful Jason Statham-like performance renders the film a tension-free experience. A ludicrous plot-twist about a hour in puts the final nail in what is already a bloated, shit-filled coffin. Plot details aside, the director's stamp of arrogance bleeds through the entire production via the aforementioned voiceover. If Mason set out to offend then he has certainly succeeded, but the incessant ranting at the audience (particularly the oh-so-current references to gorehounds and torture porn) was uncomfortable at best. 90 minutes of being shouted at by an angry man an inch from your face is what this felt like. Thank god for Neil Marshall.

After a quick bit to eat, we were back in for what turned out to be the first highlight of the day. Sion Sono's EXTE is a film that defies categorisation. A Japanese horror movie that playfully debunks your expectation and has some of the most peculiar scenes I think I've ever seen, EXTE is a unique beast. It stars Chiaki Kuriyama (Go-Go Yubari in Kill Bill Vol 1) as a trainee hair stylist who comes across some hair extensions that have a less than wholesome story attached to them. Said hair extensions belong to a dead girl who is found in a shipping container and thanks to a strange morgue assistant, the cursed accessories make their way into salons and wreak havoc. Now instead of blood or slime, this film's chosen effect is human hair and lots of it. It grows out of incisions, mouths and even eye sockets in some of the weirdest imagery you'll have seen since the last Sion Sono film. An out there wonder and destined for cult status.

The final film of the day was The Orphanage, produced by Guillermo Del Toro and Spain's entry for the foreign language category of the Oscars. Quite how Spain is able to get it so right is beyond me when so many other nations fail at scare tactics, but get it right they do. A woman returns to the orphanage where she grew up with her husband and son with a view to reopening it, but as time goes on it becomes clear that the place is still inhabited. The stage is set for a classic ghost story which recalls The Innocents and The Changeling in fine fashion. The thing I loved about the Orphanage was that it was steeped in the tradition of ghost films, but still managed to carve out a niche of its own. A fantastically creepy seance sequence (that to my mind recalled Poltergeist) is just one element of a film that could transcend its expectations.

So in conclusion, two very good films, one not bad and two bad films (one particularly so). Leeds Film Festival is over for another year and here's hoping we get a DAY OF THE DEAD II.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Macready looks as sick as I felt...



The effects of High Definition on the cineaste are still to be fully encountered, but being something of a tech nerd I've been waiting to see some of my favourite movies on the new format. Yesterday, I took a step closer...

JOHN CARPENTER'S THE THING has been one of my favourite films, regardless of genre, for years. I've seen it numerous times on TV, on VHS, DVD and once on the big screen thanks to a 35mm print that was scratched, beaten and bruised into submission. Bright scenes in the snow DO NOT fair well after 20 years of wear and tear I can tell you.

Last night, thanks to a friend's foray into the HD revolution via his XBox 360, I was able to see THE THING in a startling new way. The 720p image on his HDTV was crisp and clear as you'd expect, the snow scenes free from grot and grime. After flicking on a few chapters, we got to the group's discovery of the rogue dog in with their own animals. Rob Bottin's legendary effects need no introduction, and as the dog cracked open and sprouted tentacles all over the shop, I found myself feeling quite unwell.

Now as a fairly well-worn gorehound, very little tends to bother me, and the last time I was compelled to half-wretch was the crunchy dumpling sound in the DUMPLINGS section of THREE. I have seen Bottin's effects in this movie a hundred times without so much as a flinch, so why was I getting green around the gills?

HD. The jump in quality represented an upturn in the gip-factor, showcasing just how great the FX are in this flick. After hearing John Landis enthuse about how the HD-DVD of American Werewolf makes Rick Baker's FX look even better in HD, I can conclude that he may well have a point.

A closing thought is that this was only 720p resolution. We've still not seen it at full HD resolution, which i can only think may result in some queasiness. All we need is a 1080p HDTV.

When that day comes, I got a multi-pack of sickbags and some comfy chairs, who's with me?

Monday, October 1, 2007

(Late) Night of the Dead



I dug out this piece on Leeds Film Festival's NIGHT OF THE DEAD V that I wrote for a proposed fanzine. In the absence of anything new, I thought it was worthwhile sticking it on here.

Every year Leeds International Film Festival hosts this event which celebrates all things horror, and combines movies, drinks and free Nando’s chicken for an all-in price of £15. Event organizers Adam and Gyp introduce the films and maintain a fun atmosphere from midnight until kicking out time at around 9.30am the next morning.

The first film of the evening was short THE FRENCH DOORS which I’d already seen at DEAD BY DAWN 2005. A simple tale of a man installing a set of antique doors onto his house takes a disturbing turn when they turn out to have a rather unpleasant secret attached to them. I won’t spoil it but let’s just say that it gave the audience its first shock of the evening. You can check it out online at http://www.atomfilms.com/af/content/french_doors

LOFT, the new film by Japanese director Kiyoshi Kurosawa, was something of an event as his previous films have exhibited a thoughtful and original vision that set him apart from the formulaic J-Horror that has become so fashionable in recent years. The fact that Kurosawa directed CURE, a masterpiece by anyone’s standards, makes LOFT all the more disappointing.

A confusing story involving a young female novelist who moves to a remote house to finish her book and encounters ghosts of the house’s previous occupants along with a man who has retrieved a mummified corpse from a nearby lake, sadly LOFT felt like the work of a lesser director. The film’s tone shifts wildly from creepy set pieces to sentimental romance, and neither were effectively executed. Kurosawa’s films can often be viewed as a little obtuse, and initially I put the audience’s howling laughter down to the film being misplaced in the evening’s programming. I suppose I was reluctant to admit how dreary, by-the-numbers and downright corny this movie was.

The second feature of the evening was BOY EATS GIRL, the second Irish zombie film I’ve had the pleasure of viewing recently. Although not on a par with Conor McMahon’s DEAD MEAT (reviewed in this issue), BOY EATS GIRL offers some genuine comic moments in a story in which a high school boy is turned into a zombie after being brought back from the dead by his mother. Much carnage ensues as the school and community succumb to the zombie plague. The presence of Samantha Mumba generated a small ripple of applause, and it was pleasantly entertaining, but for a truly jaw-dropping high-school zombie experience I recommend NIGHT OF THE LIVING DORKS, a German zombie comedy directed by Matthias Dinter.

When a movie has a pulpy schlock title you expect serious issues to be fairly low on the agenda, but on this occasion you’d be mistaken.

ZOMBIE HONEYMOON is a serious exploration of a newlyweds struggle to deal with one half’s hunger for human flesh. The story concerns a honeymooning couple who whilst relaxing on the beach encounter a mysterious figure coming out of the sea. The figure attacks the groom, spewing up a tar-like substance over his face, and pretty soon his pulse is non-existent and he’s hankering for biting a chunk out of passers by. Even writing it down makes it sound kind of funny, but the wholly serious tone gives the film a leaden pace. The director (who was in attendance) was at least trying to do something original, but ultimately the film fell flat.

Strangely the closing movie HELLEVATOR sent me to sleep at exactly the same point during this viewing as I did the first time I saw it so I can't really elaborate on that one.

So, after a long night of movies, we step out into the morning sunshine. Although some of the movies were a bit dubious the momentum of the evening was kept up by the interval banter from the organizers so hats off to them. And come to think of it, where else can you see Samantha Mumba driving a tractor whilst decimating a horde of high-school zombies with a gigantic hedge trimmer?

Roll on NIGHT OF THE DEAD VI…

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Pigs eat everything... even evidence...



Earlier this year, we had the good fortune to attend the Nightmare USA Film Festival, a day-long tribute to grindhouse grime and ingenuity. After arriving late, we missed the first film (DON'T GO IN THE HOUSE) and opted to hit the bar until the next gruesome offering.

PIGS was perhaps the least anticipated of the day's films, my only experience of it being the stupifying UK VHS video cover with a smirking pig with blood around its mouth. Sadly I couldn't find said cover to post above.

From the film's opening it was clear that our lack of enthusiasm was ill-advised. This was a laugh-out-loud exploitation fest from start to finish, which was helped by the sold-out audience whose reaction was audible to say the least.

Seeing this movie has unfortunately posed a quest of sorts, one which I'm uncertain will be achievable any time soon. The 35mm print we saw on the day went by the name BLOOD PEN, and featured an Exorcist-inspired prologue with the lead character possessed by some sort of pig-demon (complete with trotter prints running up her wall!)

It appears that the only DVD that is available is the cut Region 1 edition, which features a different opening. The print was apparently Australian (?!) and as such I guess the only conceivable way to get hold of the version we saw is to try to get an Australian VHS... Yeah, that'll be easy.

The book that accompanied the festival, Nightmare USA by Stephen Thrower can be ordered from those lovely folks at http://www.fabpress.com

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Welcome to the Haunted Fleapit...



This blog is dedicated to thoughts, reviews, rants and raves about peculiar corners of cinema that I find myself in.

It could be a venomous rant about some piece of junk I just saw at the multiplex or it could be a review of a movie I bought on DVD a while ago but only just got around to watching.

As a taster of things to come, here is an image from a recent favourite of mine, as seen at FAB PRESS' fantastic day of grindhouse madness, the Nightmare USA Festival.