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Monday, November 18, 2024
The Killer's Game
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Theatre of Blood
Famed Shakespeare thespian Edward Lionheart is back from the dead for one last encore: to take bloody revenge on the circle of critics who humiliated him and led to his attempted suicide. One by one, they are treated to bloody murder at the hands of the actor and his accomplices.
The critics are, like the film around it, over-the-top in a playful way that's only very loosely anchored in reality; A colourful cabal of caricatures, perfectly calibrated that we can enjoy their diverse, often surprisingly grotesque, Shakespeare-inspired demises. Peregrine (Ian Hendry), their leader, gets a fair amount of screen time but he exists only as a foil for Lionheart; His resistance is ineffectual, as is the protection offered by the Scotland Yard, headed by one Inspector Boot (Milo O'Shea).
No, our point of view is supposed to align squarely with Lionheart's. And it'd be next to impossible to deny him our sympathy, played as he is with soulful hamminess by a never-better Price, who is equally at home affecting a hilarious Scottish accent or a giant afro wig, and always has a killer one-liner to dispatch his victims with. One of the film's funniest conceits, slyly underscored by Price's unhinged but composed performance, is that it seems to be in on the joke that the critics might be correct in their assessment of Lionheart's acting abilities.
Director Douglas Hickox (father of Anthony, of Waxworks and Hellraiser 3 fame) successfully threads the fine line between camp and suspense, as illustrated on a great flashback scene from Lionheart's suicide, the critics watching the disgruntled actor wander outside their high-rise London flat through different windows, their amusement slowly turning to concern).
The killings are surprisingly vicious. As is normal for the time (aside from Herschell Gordon Lewis) there's very little gore and most of the carnage is artfully kept off-frame. But there's a fair amount of bloodshed and some pretty gruesome scenes - one with a severed head, for example, hits just the right spot between shock and humour, and there's a murder based on Titus Andronicus that fully honours the source material (a play that can only be described as splatterpunk.)
Elsewhere Hickox indulges in a gratuitous swashbuckling fencing scene (complete with trampolines!), plus some impressive pyrotechnics and a few stunts for the grand finale. The obligatory "evil never wins" resolution is a little disappointing, but it gives the film's true protagonist a meaty melodramatic turn with his daughter (Diana Rigg), and a couple of pithy, hilarious, oh-so-British final lines.
When I was a kid I preferred The Abominable Dr. Phibes, which this movie shares more than a passing similarity to. And while (as I remember it) that's probably the funnier film, I find it hard to believe it could top this; this seems like the quintessential Vincent Price role.
Making some allowances for the year it was made (the intervening time has not been kind to some of the acting choices from a very talented cast, or the very cheesy, often counterproductive soundtrack), it holds up beautifully - funny, fun, mean-hearted and often shocking, its many delights woven around a truly wonderful, ridiculously expansive central performance. A classic.
Wednesday, November 13, 2024
In A Violent Nature
That's not something I usually shy away from, but in a slasher it seemed especially dishonest, so I was a bit leery. I was wrong, though: Writer/Director Chris Nash has cooked up a love letter to early slasher films that despite an unorthodox approach it never felt to me like a deconstruction or post-modern wankery. It comes from a genuine place, going as far as being shot in a 4:3 aspect ratio to honor its forebearers. But it also does come with a very smart-arse attitude.
Thing is, its skimpy story would fully work as one of its inspirations if it were so inclined. The killer, Johnny (Ry Barret), is an undead revenant who comes to life in the first scene after some douchey twenty-somethings steal a locket from his unmarked grave. His backstory, as related by he same group of vacationers around a campfire (one of the rare times the film abandones it's behind-the-killer POV) is solid, pretty creepy, and a clear tip of the hat to Friday the 13th. Homing in on the locket, Johnny murders his way through a bunch of people until there's just a final girl (Andrea Pavlovic) and.... well, that's basically it.
Thursday, November 07, 2024
In The Mouth Of Madness
It doesn't do wonders for the film's horror ambiance, but it displays a fair amount of wit and is hugely entertaining. It does grate at points - like the cavalier way Trent shrugs off an attempt on his life that leaves the attacker dead early on, but for the most part it works. Neill is an excellent actor, and I don't think he's ever been better than here; His transition from a smug, worldly know-it-all to an unhinged believer is a sight to behold. But it's Julie Carmen who actually sells the horror of the film; She's the one bright enough to recognize what's happening early on - a gradual shift in consensual reality, from our hands into the hands of something... other - and she communicates it powerfully.
Tuesday, November 05, 2024
Iron Monkey (Siu Nin Wong Fei Hung Chi: Tit Ma Lau)
The Iron Monkey (Yu Rongguang) is a masked avenger who steals from the rich to give to the poor refugees attempting to flee the civil turmoil of mid-nineteenth century china. By night, he stages daring raids, going up against the authorities and corrupt shaolin monks; By day, he runs a local clinic that treats the poor pro-bono as doctor Yang, with the help of the lovely Miss Orchid (the lovely Jean Wang). She's a covert martial arts master too, of course.
A lot of gimmicks are used too, most memorably a fight on top of wooden poles poking out of a giant oil fire. There's a lot of wirework involved, but it enables some pretty incredible pirhouettes.
Tarantino was right; This is a film that deserves to be seen by as many people as possible.
Sunday, November 03, 2024
Phenomena (Fenómenas)
Three women and a priest go against a haunting in a light-hearted romp that, to its credit, doesn't really skimp on the horror side of things. I really don't hold it against comedies when horror comedies fail to be scary, but this one isn't funny, either, and the story it tells is a hopeless muddle of clichés.
"Based on a true story"; Yeah, right - because that always gets us more invested. Who the hell do they do that for? In this case it's based on an existing paranormal investigation team in Spain called the Hepta group that apparently made the headlines a few decades ago. At least according to the movie, it's loose association of psychics, supernatural experts, and... a grandmotherly camera operator that bumble around, trading mildly funny barbs between them, and end up resolving a centuries-old curse as well as some extremely formulaic character conflicts.
Group founder Father Pilón (Emilio Gutiérrez Caba) gets things started by going to investigate a haunting at an antique shop alone, and he faces something so powerful and horrifying it ends up sending him to the hospital. That leaves his three associates to try and figure out what happened. You've got Sagrario (Belén Rueda, who... I honestly don't know what she brings to the group, other than being pretty enthusiastic and very telegenic. Gloria (Toni Acosta) is the acerbic, chain-smoking psychic who communicates with the netherworld via a... sigh... crystal ball (which, in what counts in this movie as a fairly decent running gag, she keeps forgetting where she put it), and Paz (Gracia Olayo), a grandmotherly type who's good with cameras and other technical shit. They also get a token young person (Ivan Massagué) to do science or something.
As they investigate the antique shop (with little help from the owners, whose very broad comic relief schtick starts grating fairly quickly) they discover that things might be complicated than they seem. And could this haunting be related to another case, one with heavy personal significance to Gloria? Well... yes, but don't expect things to be tied with any sort of grace.
The script (by Marta Buchaca and Fernando Navarro) is a complete mess that never manages to work out an engaging way to tell its overstuffed story properly, and tries to compensate by having feel-good character arcs that neatly resolve long-standing personal problems. Its central mystery is obfuscated to the point that when it comes to the fore the resolution is hilariously rushed, with maximum melodrama. The actual explanation is handled by a heavy dollop of exposition during the denouement - you can almost hear the scriptwriters say "Ah, fuck it".
The actresses are obviously having fun and have a good chemistry together, which helps the character-based humour a little. Sadly it's never more than mildly amusing, especially as the script tends to lazily exploit exaggerated character traits like the running joke that Gracia is a terrible driver, or give them extremely clichéd character conflicts that it somehow expects us to take seriously. Director Carlos Theron's direction is slick but impersonal - It looks good but never distinguishes itself, like a slightly higher-end TV movie.
The supernatural side of things is surprisingly beefy - don't expect a special effects extravaganza, as it maintains the facade of being a 'realistic' paranormal mystery, at least until the home stretch. But it at least features a reasonable spread of natural and supernatural threats arranged against our three middle-aged ghostbusters.
Not that it helps. This is your basic, basic Red N quota filler, and its mediocrity just makes the obvious effort behind it feel all the more disappointing.
Friday, November 01, 2024
The Toll / The Toll Man
After some delays with her flight, Cami (Jordan Hayes) arrives too late after a cross-country flight to get a lift from the family she's come to visit. So she gets a ride from an app on her phone, and hopes for the best. The best, at least in that area at two in the morning, seems to be Spencer (Max Topplin).
It's all pretty far from being either original or cool, and coupled with some further tiresome bickering between the two leads, it brings down most of the third act. To top it off there's a weak twist that fails to add anything to the story, recontextualize things, or even surprise in any meaningful way.