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Stalker

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Director: Martin Kemp
Writer: Martin Kemp
Producer: Jonathan Sothcott
Cast: Anna Brecon, Linda Hayden, Jane March
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: screener

Confession time: I have never seen Exposé. Sorry. I never claimed to be an authority on 1970s British horror films. Look, you can’t see everything, okay? (Especially when, like me, you only really get into horror quite late in life.) I can watch all the classics, or I can watch all the new and interesting and esoteric stuff, but I only have so many hours in a day.

If I tried to catch up on all the well-known films I’ve never seen (or seen so long ago that I can’t recall much about them) you’d never hear from me again. I would rather watch and review something that few if any people have seen than something that everyone (else) has seen. Which is, in a roundabout sort of way, one of the reasons why I’m reviewing this pre-release screener of Stalker, the film which was originally announced as a remake of Exposé.

In a sense I’m in a good position to watch the film since it is now considerably distanced from the 1970s picture. I can view it without prejudice. After watching, I checked Harvey Fenton’s piece on Exposé in Ten Years of Terror and spotted some parallels but also it’s evident that the main plot here is different, albeit spinning off from an equivalent premise. So we’ll hear no more about that old film and get on with reviewing this one.

...Which is a psychological horror of the old school, for good or bad. There are none of the social realist themes which characterise the best modern British horror here. The characters are divorced from reality and the setting is a spooky old 16th century farmhouse: the story is about the individuals, not their world (and certainly not ours).

Anna Brecon (who was a fairy in Fairytale: A True Story!) plays Paula Martin, whose debut novel was a massive success but who now feels under immense pressure to produce a follow-up. Her agent Sara (Jennifer Matter: Dead Cert) suggests getting away from That London and finding a quiet spot in the country so Paula heads out of town.

The luxurious house, we discover, belongs to her absent uncle who is off jaunting round the world and leaves the place in the care of housekeeper Mrs Brown and gardener Josh. Linda Hayden (from, erm, Exposé) plays Mrs Brown but it’s not much of a character and Hayden, now in her mid-fifties, seems unsure how to play her, coming across (largely thanks to an unflattering and old-fashioned costume) like a half-hearted attempt to be Mrs Overall without the laughs. Corrie’s Danny Young as Josh only has a few lines.

After accidentally spiking her hand on a nail, Paula can’t even type properly but fortunately a PA appears, sent by Sara, to provide assistance. This is raven-haired hottie Linda (Jane March: Tarzan and the Lost City, Dark Prince: The True Story of Dracula) who couldn’t look more like a rapacious lesbian if she casually sported a jaunty strap-on. At first the two women get on but gradually the relationship reverses until Linda is writing the novel and demanding coffee from Paula. To be honest, the switch, while not abrupt, isn’t as gradual as it could have been. The film only runs about 77 minutes and there seems something of a lacuna in the middle, as if part of the slow build has been excised in order to get to the nasty stuff quicker.

Two of producer Jonathan Sothcott’s regular repertory company are featured: Billy Murray (who is a partner in Black and Blue Films, along with director Martin Kemp) and the always-super-suave Colin Salmon. Murray gives another terrific performance as Robert Gainer, a magazine journalist keen to interview Paula and find out the truth behind the rumours that she had a nervous breakdown. Salmon is typically smooth as Leo, Paula’s psychiatrist, although it’s quite late in the film before this is clear so for much of his screentime he’s a bit of an enigma (deliberately or not - I can’t say). I initially assumed he was a manager or accountant or publicist or ex-boyfriend or... anyway, he’s her shrink.

The expected violence and madness does arrive in the second half of the film, with good prosthetic effects supplied by Mindflesh’s Sangeet Prabhaker, who also worked on Kemp’s debut short Karma Magnet. The screenplay is credited to Kemp with ‘screen story’ shared between Kemp, Sothcott and Philip Barron (although you should put all thoughts of the execrable Just for the Record out of your mind). There are a number of red herrings which are ultimately meaningless and the twist is, to be brutally honest, obvious from fairly early on. Which is not to take away from a skilfully handled climactic confrontation which does credited to Kemp’s directorial skills, the actresses involved and also make-up artists Natalie Wickens (Devil’s Playground, Jack Falls, Zombie Diaries 2) and Pippa Woods (Doghouse, The Reeds, Umbrage).

Most of the dialogue is very good which is why it’s a shame that the twist is revealed in a clumsy, unsubtle info-dump conversation about ten minutes before the end. There is also an odd inconsistency when Gainer’s magazine changes title from Book Review to The Book. More significantly Leo is horrified to discover that Sara gave the journalist Paula’s address (for ‘publicity purposes’) even though, as far as we can tell, it was Leo himself who consented to supply the address (some sort of bribery/blackmail thing - it’s not entirely clear) and Sara has spent much of her screentime making it clear to Gainer that she doesn’t need or want him or his magazine. There is also a pay-off final shot which is a cheap gag that the story neither needs nor deserves.

That said, on the whole Stalker works very well in what it sets out to do, which is to explore a broken mind and document the broken bodies that result from same, within a stylishly gothic ambience. The characters are generally believable even if none of them are particularly likeable. An unobtrusive score by Neil Chaney (Tracker, Jerome’s Weakness) and fine cinematography by the ever-reliable James Friend (Man Who Sold the World, The Hike) give the film the professional sheen which it requires. This is no gritty urban drama, it’s a story of posh publishing folks who drink red wine in expensive restaurants. Proper, old-fashioned British horror of the sort that doesn’t get made much any more, certainly at this level of quality.

Bizarrely, production designer Alison Butler’s most notable previous credit was Big Cook, Little Cook. Millie Sloan (Zombie Diaries 2, Devil’s Playground) designed the costumes. Triana Terry (posh Lucy in Just for the Record) has a couple of lines as Sara’s PA and Deo Simcox (narrator of Wibbly Pig!) has no lines at all as a small scarlet fish.

Stalker is another solid horror feature from Sothcott and his mates and bodes well for the like of The Sorcerers and The Asphyx which are, at present, still being touted as remakes. There is, so far as I can spot, no acknowledgement on screen of the inspirational film apart from a ‘thank you’ to producer Brian Smedley-Aston.

MJS rating: B+

Elfie Hopkins

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Director: Ryan Andrews
Writers: Ryan Andrews, Riyad Barmania
Producers: Jonathan Sothcott, Michael Wiggs
Cast: Jaime Winstone, Aneurin Barnard, Ray Winstone
Year of release: 2012
Country: UK
Reviewed from: Horror Channel broadcast

Elfie Hopkins is not your regular Jonathan Sothcott production. For a start, there’s no sign of his regular stock company, apart from co-producer credits for Simon Phillips and Billy Murray. Also, where most Sothcott movies are distinctly urban (Stalker aside, which was a remake), this is a rural tale, set in the sort of slightly surreal, insular, middle class village community that wouldn’t be out of place in The Avengers.

A co-production between JS’s company (as was) Black and Blue Films and Michael Wiggs’ Size 9 Productions, this is a definite highpoint in the Sothcott filmography, marketed at the time as being the first on-screen pairing of Ray and Jaime Winston. Truth be told, Ray Winstone’s role is little more than a stunt cameo but he and his daughter are actually on screen together. A few years earlier, Winstone Snr starred in a rather good (non-musical) version of Sweeney Todd for the BBC, on which Michael Wiggs, also Ray’s agent, was a producer.

Originally announced as Elfie Hopkins and the Gammons– a more intriguing title which better sums up the film’s quirky approach – this was at one stage going to be filmed in 3D, a decision which I am delighted to know was rescinded. Jaime Winstone, who already had horror previous with interesting misfire Daddy’s Girl and top-notch zombie mini-series Dead Set, was 26 at the time but still capable of playing a teenager. Elfie is a loner, a rebel, an individualist, stuck in the sort of charming commuter-belt village that grown-ups (and little kids) love but which is of no interest to adolescents. Her only friend is Dylan, played by a pre-White Queen Aneurin Barnard, also in his mid-20s at the time.

Together they like to sit in the woods and smoke dope, but child-woman Elfie retains an excitable penchant for Nancy Drew-style detective work, with Dylan applying his geeky computer skills in support. This originates from Elfie’s own refusal to accept that her mother’s death in a hunting accident wasn’t murder, although that’s not really significant to the events of the film itself, except in perhaps justifying her rebellious streak with no mother figure at home and her dad more interested in his second wife.

The story kicks off with the arrival of new neighbours, the Gammons. Mr Gammon (Rupert Evans: Fleming, Lucan) and Mrs Gammon (EastEnders’ Kate Magowan, also in A Lonely Place to Die, and the voice of Xenia Onatopp in a James Bond game!) are suave, confident, self-assured professionals who make their living by arranging expensive, bespoke international trips for just the sort of wealthy upper-middle class types who inhabit villages like this one. Their grown-up twin children Elliot (Will Payne: Fright Night 2) and kooky Ruby (Gwyneth Keyworth, who was in two episodes of The Sarah Jane Adventures) are a little less conventional but in a slightly disturbing way, respectively obsessed with guns and samurai swords.

Elfie and Dylan are convinced that the Gammons are up to no good and somehow connected with a series of mysterious murders/disappearances. And indeed they are – because it turns out that the family are cannibals. Something which works best if one approaches the film as a mystery but which was rather given away by the US distributor who put the film out as Elfie Hopkins: Cannibal Hunter. As for Jaime’s dad, he plays the local butcher whom Elfie and Dylan visit with a query about knives. But there may be a little more to his character than that…

This was the feature debut of Ryan Andrews who drew together elements from some of his earlier work. He first met Jaime Winstone when he was a camera trainee on Daddy’s Girl and the two struck up a friendship after he showed her an amateur short he had made in 2003 called Fangula, Andrews then directed Jaime in an episode of a BBC 3 web pilot called Beast Hunters and also directed her dad in Jerusalem, a short film about the artist William Blake. ‘The Gammons’ was the original name of a family looking to adopt a child in Little Munchkin, a short directed by Andrews (featuring several of the Elfie cast) which screened at the 2011 Frighfest. That was co-written by Riyad Barmania who also co-wrote Elfie’s script, then wrote and directed another oddball feature, Ashens and the Quest for the Gamechild, about a collector searching for an almost mythical bit of electronic tat. Warwick Davis and Robert Llewellyn were in that and it sounds very odd. He has also produced some curious-sounding web series.

Elfie Hopkins is to some extent targeted at a teenage audience of geeks, misfits, emos and outsiders, but despite that (perhaps because of that) it’s actually a delightfully quirky and thoroughly British piece of oddball cinema. It would be a mistake to market it too much as ‘horror’ - though that is certainly what it is - simply because it’s not obviously appealing to regular horror-fans and gore-hounds. There is an indie sensibility to the film and its characters; Andrews cites Tim Burton, Terry Gilliam and Twin Peaks as influences and while not overt, there is a correlation there which bears inspection.

Alongside the script and the performances, much of the credit for the film’s success must go to cinematographer Tobia Sempi and production designer Tim Dickel. The former, who photographed Andrews’ short films and subsequently lit as-yet-unreleased Brit-horror Tick Tock Trick, drains much of the colour from the image, making Elfie and Dylan stand out from their surroundings. The woodland scenes have a touch of rural-horror atmosphere about them while the interiors further alienate the two twentysomething teenagers. Dickel, whose other work includes Panic Button and Skins, has an absolute ball with Elfie’s and Dylan’s bedrooms, contrasting them with the respectable middle class world of their parents and neighbours. Ever-reliable costume designer Sian Jenkins, another Panic Button alumna, dresses Elfie in a terrific selection of individualistic, grungy costumes (Winstone described the character as "a female Kurt Cobain") and really goes to town with Ruby Gammon’s eccentric Victorian doll look.

Editor Peter Hollywood (no, really) stitched together such fascinating pictures as The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, a 1979 adaptation of The Riddle of the Sands and a 1981 version of Sredni Vashtar which was nominated for a ‘Best Short Film’ Oscar. He also cut a version of Gallowwalkers but I don’t know if that’s the one that got released.

Julian Lewis Jones (in episodes of Jekyll and Torchwood) and Amanda Drew (Dr Wright in EastEnders) are Elfie’s father and stepmother. Also in the cast are Kimberley Nixon (Fresh Meat, Black Death), Claire Cage (episodes of Wizards vs Aliens and Torchwood), Richard Harrington (the screwed-up psychiatrist who fell for Jaime’s screwed-up teenager in Daddy’s Girl), Alastair Cumming (The Wolves of Kromer, Beyond Bedlam), Steven Mackintosh (Robot Overlords, Underworld sequels and the 1989 TV version of The Woman in Black) and Brit-horror regular Sule Rimi (Silent Night, Bloody Night: The Homecoming, NOTLD Resurrection, The Machine, Panic Button, Vampire Guitar) as the local plod who, naturally, doesn’t believe any of this. Also, one of the unnamed villagers is Dean Andrews – DC Ray Carling from Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes!

A teaser trailer of Jaime Winstone in character was shot and released to the web in Summer 2009 (you can still find it on Daily Motion) when the plan was still t shoot in 3D and Vertigo Films were attached to the project, with principal photography scheduled for that winter. The film was eventually shot in March 2011 around Ryan Andrews’ childhood haunts in Wales, Elfie Hopkins was given a comparatively swish premiere in April 2012 – not many BHR films are featured in Tatler! - just ahead of a brief theatrical jaunt. The DVD was released in August and the US disc in March 2013. Since then the film has built up something of a cult following, and deservedly so.

We await Ryan Andrews’ second feature, but in the meantime his shorts are on his website. Fangula is two and a half minutes of pretentious art student bollocks with Andrews himself as a vampire. Beast Hunters is a self-consciously wacky seven-minute short about three young people who hunt monsters, with Robert Llewellyn as their mentor and James Corden (Lesbian Vampire Killers) as some sort of small, blue genie or something.

Little Munchkin, however, is absolutely magnificent. Harrington and Nia Roberts (The Facility) play Mr and Mrs Jones. a stiff, politically incorrect couple clearly modelled (albeit perhaps subconsciously) on the ‘Peter and Jennifer Wells’ characters in Absolutely. Keyworth (aged 20) just about gets away with playing the ‘little girl’ they adopt, by virtue of a gloriously pixie-esque performance. Rebecca Harries and Clare Cage are the nuns managing the orphanage, the former a study in comic efficiency, the latter without dialogue but with a distinctive facial tick. Sule Rimi turns in the expected cracking performance as the babysitter. Most of the crew are names from the Elfie Hopkins credits.

More recently Andrews has been shooting music videos for Charlie XCX, but one can only hope that he will before too long give us another film as wonderfully individualistic and entertaining as Little Munchkin or Elfie Hopkins.

MJS rating: A-

The Ultimate Warrior

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Director: Robert Clouse
Writer: Robert Clouse
Producer: Fred Weintraub, Paul M Heller
Cast: Yul Brynner, Max von Sydow, William Smith, Joanna Miles
Year of release: 1975
Country: USA
Reviewed from: UK TV screening

It’s not a widely held belief, but for this writer the period 1969-1977 was a golden age for SF movies, bookended of course by 2001 and Star Wars. Because relatively few science fiction films were made in the 1970s, those that did hit the screens tended to be well-crafted, well-thought out, imaginative, serious works. A Clockwork Orange, Rollerball, Conquest of the Planet of the Apes, Soylent Green... classics all, and now here’s another one, although The Ultimate Warrior seems to have faded into unjustified obscurity.

The film is set in a large US city (probably New York) in some sort of post-holocaust aftermath. Unless there was some sort of prologue (the old video recording I watched was missing the opening titles), then we’re left to guess at why society has broken down. But broken down it has, leaving pockets of civilisation among the lawless streets. Max von Sydow plays ‘The Baron’, leader of a peaceful society of 50 or 60 people, barricaded into a city square to keep out ‘the street people’ and violent rival groups such as the gang led by Carrot (William Smith: Hawaii 5-0, Conan the Barbarian, Hell Comes to Frogtown). They have a water supply, a few children (The Baron’s grandson is imminent) and fresh vegetables thanks to his son-in-law, horticulturalist Cal (Richard Kelton).

Yul Brynner, in a magnificent performance which is right up there with The King and I and Westworld, plays Carson, a fighter for hire who is persuaded to join The Baron’s settlement. He does his best to hold back the encroaching anarchy, but an attack by Carrot’s men and rumblings of dissent within the compound spell the end of The Baron’s dream. He sends Carson, with his pregnant daughter (Joanna Miles) and a bag of precious seeds, into the abandoned underground railway system in the hope that they can make it to a rumoured peaceful island. Carrot and his men pursue the fighter, who stands off against them, knowing that the healthy seeds are the most valuable thing in the city.

This is a powerful, serious film which (along with Battle for the Planet of the Apes) is a very obvious precursor to both Escape from New York and Mad Max 2, the two movies generally regarded as kicking off the whole post-holocaust subgenre. The gradual collapse of civilisation within The Baron’s compound is terrifying, as is his way of keeping order: a man falsely accused of stealing a tomato from the rooftop garden is left to the mob, who tie his wrists, blindfold him and throw him outside where he is swiftly dispatched by the cannibalistic street people, who swarm up from basements like rats. The final stand-off between Carson and Carrot is brutal, savage and culminates in one of the most horrific things you’re ever likely to see.

I am amazed that this film, with a good cast and crew, remains so obscure, especially given that it reteamed the director and producers of Enter the Dragon. The Ultimate Warrior is not only a great action movie, but an excellent social drama which deserves recognition as the inspiration it so clearly was.

MJS rating: A

Twister Kicker

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Director: Hon Bo Chang
Writer: Mo Hung Ki
Producer: Ku Che Chin
Cast: Yang Oi Hwa, Ding Hwa Sun, Yee Hung
Country: Hong Kong
Year of release: 1984
Reviewed from: UK VHS

'Cover photo/image may not be from this film' says the small print on the back of the video sleeve and they're dead right on this occasion as the photo is from some historical chop-socky feature and this movie is very definitely set in the present day. However the photo on the back is from the film and the synopsis is, unusually for this sort of movie, spot on.

A guy called Chao Ming discovers that he has cancer and only has a month or so to live. At the same time, the orphanage where his girlfriend, Su-An Fang, works needs money for some reason and his godfather, Mr Ho (whom we never see) is in trouble with the law, accused of drug-smuggling. Actually, the Mr Ho subplot is never really followed up and seems completely pointless.

Su-An takes an evening job at a nightclub while Chao starts teaching martial arts at a local gym. Wanting to maximise his income while he can, he takes on a job for a local gangster which involves threatening another local gangster and telling him to clear out of town.

And, um, that's about it. Chao orders his own coffin and funeral clothes and oversees the digging of his own grave as a sort of comic subplot. There are a few lacklustre fights and eventually it transpires, to no-one's surprise, that the doctor was wrong and Chao doesn't have cancer after all. There's some sort of subplot involving another woman named Anna, and Chao lives with a comic relief friend, but that's all incidental to the fighting.

Sadly, the fighting isn't anything to write home about. There's a brief bit of interest when Chao is fighting the gangster's goons around the guy's villa after delivering his initial threat. Some nice overhead shots and creative use of a balcony mark this fight out as vaguely interesting but the other punch-ups, including one in an undertaker's shop and a final one involving students from the gym, are frankly soporific.

Despite the title there is no distinctive fighting style on display here involving either twisting or kicking. Nevertheless this is the original title, seen in a lengthy credit sequence which plays out over completely unrelated polarised footage of a guy doing gymnastics.

Not one of the cast or crew names turns up a single hit on Google, but for what it's worth the film 'stars' Yang Oi Hwa, Ding Hwa Sun, Lam Ying and Wang Hoi with Yee Hung credited as 'guest star'. the other actors listed are Sun Yat, Wang Lan, Chan Kuen and Ng Tung Chiu, the last of whom may or may not be the same as the Ng Tung Chue who is credited as 'martial arts director'.

Other credited crew are: supervisor Wu Se Yee, assistant director Chung Fok Man, cameraman Tao Tung Sang, lighting technician Ng Lung Chin and production manager Sung Yee Hung. Yang Che Kin is credited with 'planning', Hon Hoi Lee was the make-up artist and the continuty (sic) clerk was Chu Qua Fat. The movie was produced by the Dachin Film Co Ltd and distributed by L&T Film Corporation Ltd.

MJS rating: C-

interview: Bobby A Suarez

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I never got to interview Filipino film-maker Bobby A Suarez, worse luck. I was hoping to contact him after I had complete my review of The Return of the Bionic Boy, only to discover that he had passed away only a few months earlier. So, by way of both replacement and tribute, here is the e-mail I received from him after he read my review of Female Big Boss. It goes a reasonable way towards explaining his ideas, views, history and (unrealised) ambitions. The photo shows Bobby with Aussie cult movies expert Andrew Leavold, who did get to interview him.

December 26, 2007

Hi MJ:

This is Bobby A. Suarez, the Filipino producer and director who has a good international track record and who after more than 8 years of hibernation and self-imposed sabbatical leave, (to help my wife take care of our youngest and only daughter who was diagnosed as "autistic") I am back again with my first love – making commercial international movies.

For your further information, I was the one who produced and directed "5 cult-classic movies " entitled – "The BIONIC BOY" (El Nino Bionico), which introduced an unknown Singaporean sensation, JOHNSON YAP, in the lead role; "THEY CALL HER CLEOPATRA WONG" (La Mujer Maravilla), which launched the international movie career of another Singaporean superstar, Ms. Doris Young whom I gave the screen name - MARRIE LEE. The Cleopatra Wong cult character so impressed director Quentin Tarrantino that it became the inspiration for his "Kill Bill" movies; "DYNAMITE JOHNSON", (El Nino Bionico-II and Cleopatra Wong-II) , the movie which teamed the two Singaporeans - Marrie Lee and Johnson Yap; "DEVIL'S ANGELS" (Cleopatra Wong-III) with Marrie Lee again playing the lead role. "ONE-ARMED EXECUTIONER" (El Verdugo Manco) , the movie that introduced a Filipino actor, Chito Guerrero (whom I had given the screen name - FRANCO GUERERRO) to international audiences. "One-Armed Executioner" played opposite "Heaven's Gate" and landed No. 12 in the top 50  money-making  movies in North America.

I just sold the TELEVISION & HOME-VIDEO-DVD-INTERNET "re-issue rights" of the  above 5-cult-classic movies for NORTH AMERICA to include PUERTO RICO and MEXICO to Messrs. MPI GROUP/DARK SKY FILMS of Illinois. The said 5 movie titles (together with more than a dozen movies which I directed/produced) are at present being aired in The UNITED KINGDOM, IRELAND, ISLE OF MAN, AUSTRALIA and NEW ZEALAND via Firecracker Television of London.

I am at present discussing with my good friend, Pete of London my come back movie projects entitled:

1.) The AMBASSADOR:

A "different" love-story-drama about a former British Ambassador to the Philippines who in his twilight years, returns to paradise to write his memoirs and to find peace and tranquility. Instead, he finds deceit, betrayal and unbridled passion.

My good friend, Mr. JOHN PHILLIP LAW agreed and is very happy and to play the lead role opposite a young, beautiful and talented Filipina actress.

2.) IRON FISTS OF JUSTICE:

An action-packed martial-arts police drama, with my good British (Hollywood-based) actor-friend, MR. GARY DANIELS to play the lead role and to be supported by both American and British martial-arts exponents. Ms. MARRIE LEE of the Cleopatra Wong movie series' fame will play a special role.

I guess that's it for now and if you need more information from me, then please do not hesitate to contact me at the address shown below.

Attached herewith are informative data for your reading pleasure.

Thank you and wishing you and your family a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Sincerely yours,

BOBBY A. SUAREZ
President, Producer & Director
B.A.S. FILM PRODUCTIONS, INC.

interview: Conor Timmis

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When Conor Timmis sent me a screener copy of his marvellous monster homage Kreating Karloff, I knew that I needed to find out more about this ambitious and talented young man and his remarkable film. This e-mail interview was done in February 2007.

How long have you been a Karloff fan and what is it about him that particularly fascinates you?
“I have been a Karloff fan since childhood thanks to my father. He rented The Mummy from the local library one night saying it was his favourite scary movie as a kid. Karloff's amazing performance as Ardath Bey inspired me to become an actor. What particularly fascinates me about Boris is his spirit and almost superhuman perseverance. This was a guy who came to Canada at age 21 without a cent in his pocket, doing backbreaking manual labour and bit parts in silent films and theatrical productions until getting his big break at age 44 with Frankenstein. Over 20 years of starving and struggle. Any other actor would have thrown in the towel long before then! Boris really was the ‘American Dream’, the self made man so to speak. Whenever I’m feeling down about the progress of my own acting career, I just remember what Boris went through and think, ‘Shit, I got it easy!’”

Where did the idea for Kreating Karloff come from, and how has the project changed on the route from the initial idea to the finished film?
“As an actor I've always dreamed of playing Karloff in a biopic. Pitching a Karloff biopic was something I thought I’d do if I ever ‘made it’ as an actor. In fact, when I interviewed/tested at Warner Brothers for the role of Superman/Clark Kent in Superman Returns, the main thing on my mind besides the extreme excitement and nervousness was: ‘If I land this role, I’m gonna use the fame and money to jump start a Karloff biopic.’ That would have been a bizarre turn in retrospect, had I got the part, to go from Superman to Karloff. It's quite good for a laugh!

“The actual idea for pitching a Karloff biopic came from watching a documentary about the making of Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story. Director Rob Cohen sold Universal on his idea of doing a Lee bio-film by showing them an elaborate screen test he made. The test looked like a scene from The Chinese Connection or Enter the Dragon: full costumes and a cool set, looked just like a movie. I thought to myself: ‘That's it! Why not do the same thing for Boris, recreating scenes from The Mummy and Frankenstein with full make-up, costumes and classic horror film sets?’ Since Universal is only gonna give a damn about the monsters - particularly two of their biggest franchise characters - I thought that was the best way to go. I had also wanted to do a straight Karloff make-up, making me look like Boris in his mid-thirties for a mock interview scene, but I just didn't have the money. It's my only real regret.

“Originally the plan was to shoot all the Mummy scenes in Yale University's Ancient Egypt exhibit. Yale was excited by the idea and very helpful. Unfortunately they gave me the ‘Jerry Bruckheimer’ treatment with the cost estimate and I had to look elsewhere. The initial plan for Frankenstein was to recreate the famous scene of the monster tossing Maria into the lake. With the unpredictable Connecticut weather and the various problems of shooting outdoors I had to scrub that idea.

“The biggest influence on my own acting style besides Boris is Patrick McGoohan. Another dream of mine was to play opposite McGoohan in a film or theatre production. I thought and still think he would make a tremendous Dr Muller in the Mummy scenes I wanted to recreate. A complete long shot, but what the hell. So anyways, I left him a rambling voice mail begging him to come out of retirement for my little film, not expecting him to ever call back mind you! So two weeks later I’m driving home and an LA area number calls my cell phone. I say hello and McGoohan’s unmistakable voice says in a slight Irish brogue, ‘Is Conor there?’ I almost drove off the road! I was stunned, speechless. I never expected him to return my phone call.

“He said, ‘How can I help you son?’, I then proceeded to babble incoherently about a Boris Karloff screen test, Yale, him playing opposite my Ardath Bey, mummies, monsters etc. - it must have sounded like total bullshit to him! He was then completely silent for about 10 seconds. I thought oh no, he's gonna unleash a Number Six-style tirade on me for wasting his time! Instead he laughed really hard and said, ‘Conor, I don't do that stuff anymore, I've been retired for six years!’ He told me to keep at it, never give up and to ‘Stick with it Baby!’ I thanked him for his time and that was it. It’s a really good memory that will last a lifetime. I actually called him two weeks ago to get coffee since I’m living in LA now, but he is sadly not in good health. He did say when he felt better we'd meet up. It would be awesome to meet him. I do realise I’m a lucky bastard to even speak with him on the phone.

“I found Dr Muller in Ed Wilhelms. Ed is a very accomplished stage actor and played my father in a community theatre production of Come Blow Your Horn. I said to him, ‘Hey, McGoohan said no - so I think you’re the next best choice.’ He laughed hard and agreed to take on the role despite having to say cheesy lines from The Mummy. Our first rehearsal was a hoot, it’s kinda hard keeping a straight face exchanging dialogue from The Mummy without make-up and costumes.”

Why did you select those particular scenes from Frankenstein and The Mummy?
“I wanted scenes that would be simple to set up and would be inexpensive to recreate on my tiny budget. To firmly establish in this screen test that I could speak and sound like Karloff, I chose scenes from The Mummy that were dialogue heavy with very little motion: the confrontation between Ardath Bey and Dr Muller, Ardath and Helen's conversation by the Mummy's psychic pool etc. The Mummy's lair was able to double for Sir Joseph Whemple's living room with a few props. I could only afford to have two sets built, one set for The Mummy and one dungeon set for Frankenstein.”

How did you go about assembling your cast and crew?
“Well, to begin with... I only had $4,000. By taking on crushing, unsecured personal loans I was able to bring the budget up to $20,000. It was a miracle really, to get a Hollywood cast/crew, studio rental and the best equipment money can buy on a very humble budget. I was working at Starbucks at the time, mind you. The project started and became a reality thanks to make-up effects master Norman Bryn. I knew starting off that in order to make the film I would need the best make-up artist in the world. Amazingly he lived only an hour away in Cos Cob, Connecticut. Norman Bryn is not only a Hollywood and Saturday Night Live make-up ace, he is also the world's foremost expert on the likeness of Boris Karloff.  He is also an expert on Jack Pierce and one of Sara Karloff's most trusted friends. In a word... perfect.

“I just called him up and said I have a dream to make an elaborate Karloff screen test and hopefully pitch a biopic someday and you are the only man for the job. I completely expected him to hang up and say ‘sorry kid’. Instead he expressed great interest and boom, we were in pre-production. Had he said no, my film would have never have gotten beyond a daydream. Having Norm involved brought enormous credibility to my project and made getting other professionals on board a lot easier. Norm brought onboard his childhood friend and acclaimed cinematographer Scott Sniffen, who shot the B&W scenes on his Sony Cinealta F-900 camera. Sniffen was also kind enough to bring along union gaffers and grips to assist him at a very small cost to me.

“The next big score was involving actress Liesl Ehardt. I was surfing the web one night; I think I typed ‘mummy 1932’ into Google or something like that. One of the first sites that popped up was a Zita Johann tribute page. Scrolling down the page, I saw a cool picture morph of a beautiful, young, blonde woman ‘morphing’ seamlessly into Zita Johann. Reading on, I learned this young woman was the webmaster, an actress, and a cousin of Zita Johann! I said to myself, I must get her for Kreating Karloff. How cool would it be for the fans to see a cousin and dead-ringer of Zita Johann playing opposite my Ardath Bey? I e-mailed her and she was thrilled to have the opportunity to portray a legendary family member she idolised as an actress. She did an amazing job! I really think she's gonna be a star.

“To help me produce and organise this behemoth I needed someone I could trust who had a great love for classic monsters. I was introduced to a teacher at Sage Park Middle School in Windsor, Connecticut who teaches a ‘Universal monsters’ unit to his 7th graders every year. He shows them all the classics: Mummy, Frank, Drac etc. The kids then write essays and enthusiastic letters to Sara Karloff, Bela Lugosi Jr and Ron Chaney. Rick Broderick is a good friend of Sara's and has her visit the school almost every year to talk to younger generations about her father. It's really a big hit, the kids love Sara. At the time I needed someone to play Sir Joseph Whemple so I offered him the role and he gladly accepted the chance to recreate scenes from The Mummy. He became my point man throughout the production, driving actors and crew around, keeping Sara constantly updated, providing his posters and sideshow toys for props in the film, and most importantly, being a trusted friend I could rely on.

“The hardest job of all fell on my best friend, filmmaker Vatche Arabian: to try and make my eccentric Karloff project into an entertaining and coherent documentary. I met Vatche back in 2004 when he directed me as the infamous John Wilkes Booth in a short student film called Booth which was a depiction of the final hours of the pursuit and capture of JWB. Considering he was 19 years old, working with only $5,000, he did a damn good job. After Booth his editing/directing skills exploded. A jump in talent I've never seen before. He started an IPTV website called itsmyremote.com featuring his weekly Truman Show-style podcast Hello Simon. Developing quite a following, he started adding short films and podcasts from young filmmakers all over New England. I wanted the person who directed Kreating Karloff to have ambition, fire and a drive to make a film that young people would dig and long time fans would enjoy. It was a neat thing to have two film crews on set: hungry young filmmakers shooting the interviews and behind the scenes, with Sniffen's crack union crew shooting the B&W monster scenes. They had enormous respect and admiration for each other.

“I had the immense honour and good fortune of having the writing talents of Steve Vertlieb and Scott Allen Nollen on this film. Whether it was drafting mini Karloff bios, writing press releases or providing commentary, they really added tremendous credibility and passion to the project.”

To what extent is this a call to arms for Hollywood to make a Karloff biopic and to what extent is this a calling card for your own talents and skills?
“The main goal is to someday pitch a Karloff biopic in which I would play Boris. I do have a treatment written by Karloff's premier biographer, Scott Allen Nollen. Vatche Arabian is also writing one. All of this is a huge long shot, but it’s great fun.

“But yeah, it’s obviously a great reel/calling card for me as an actor moving to LA. I’m really excited to start mailing it to casting directors and agents. Let’s face it, the average actor has some pretty boy, soap opera shit on his reel. To have an acting reel with recreated scenes from The Mummy and Frankenstein is cool.”

What’s next for you?
“In October 2006 I did a spoof of Star Trek: The Next Generation actor Wil Wheaton in 9:04 am, an indie comedy shot in West Palm Beach, Florida directed by Heath McKnight.  This week I played James Bond/Danger Man in a music video called ‘Dragon Fly’ produced by Scott Essman. [Essman recreated Frankenstein and The Mummy himself in his 2002 documentary/stage production Jack Pierce: The Man Behind the Monsters - MJS] It will be on-line in a month or two. You will be able to watch it on YouTube and other websites. This summer I will play one of the Jack Pierce-style, silver-skinned, black-eyed robots in Humanoids, Scott Essman’s big remake of the intelligent sci-fi classic Creation of the Humanoids. If Mr Essman gets the ‘greenlight’ from Universal, I will reprise my role as the Karloff Ardath Bey - and possibly Imhotep - for The Mummy 75th bonus disc DVD. The studio has put Mummy 75th on hold right now, so we shall see. To quickly highlight some of the bonus content planned:

“1. A proper Boris Karloff documentary.
2. A proper Jack Pierce documentary.
3. A salute to the influence of the original Mummy.
4. Re-creations of ‘lost’ flashback scenes from the film using actress Liesl Ehardt to portray her cousin Zita Johann.
5. A recreation of Imhotep coming to life and scaring the hell out of Bramwell Fletcher.
6. A partial restoration of the film to achieve maximum quality.

“I’ve contacted Mark Redfield and will hopefully have the honour of acting with him in his next two films, The Madness of Frankenstein and The Crimes of Sherlock Holmes. I will have a role in the film 3 Geeks, a popular graphic novel/comic book shooting in South Florida in spring 2008, directed by Heath McKnight. Kreating Karloff is online for free download on itsmyremote.com and has been nominated for a 2007 Rondo Award. I did a brief interview for SFX magazine which will appear in the March 2007 issue.

“Otherwise, I’m still paying my dues working at a coffee shop, and looking for the next acting gig.”

Blood + Roses

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Director: Simon Aitken
Writer: Ben Woodiwiss
Producer: Simon Aitken
Cast: Marysia Kay, Kane John Scott, Benjamin Green
Country: UK
Year of release: 2011
Reviewed from: YouTube
Website: www.bloodandrosesmovie.com

Blood + Roses is a serious, thought-provoking, meaningful vampire movie which benefits hugely from an intelligent, literate script by Ben Woodiwiss and a belter of a central performance by Marysia Kay. Its biggest problem lies in the establishment of the situation which takes quite some time to become clear, and even then not completely so.

Jane (BHR regular Kay) and Martin (Kane John Scott) are a young married couple who drive to a large, country house. It’s a converted 17th century farmhouse by the looks of things, richly appointed and tastefully decorated (check out the awesome carved wood bedstead!). As the suitcases are unloaded from the car, the audience’s natural assumption is that Jane and Martin are on holiday, renting this place which a couple their age could not normally afford.

Jane is, we eventually learn, a model although she hasn’t worked for six months after an unspecified trauma which may become specified later although the two things are not implicitly linked. We are never told what Martin’s job is, if indeed he has one. Since the couple treat this fabulous, huge house in the country as their own home – or at least as their second home – and since their friends live nearby, we must eventually assume that Jane’s modelling career is (or was) so massively successful that they can afford this place. But there’s no other evidence of these two being hugely wealthy (they don’t drive a Porsche…) and the precise nature of their relationship with the location remains distractingly unclear.

Martin is a bit of a prick and there are clear cracks in the relationship. Then Jane notices – and is noticed by – a suave, handsome, mysterious, charismatic stranger. This is Seth (Benjamin Green) whom we know from a London-set prologue to be a vampire looking for a companion. Turned by Seth, Jane initially falls ill but then finds her strength returning, only more so, and alongside it her determination to do something about her prick of a husband.

Like Woodiwiss’ subsequent Benny Loves Killing (and his intermediate shorts), this is a story of female identity and empowerment; it would be labelled ‘feminist’ if written or directed by a woman. Although of course it takes a man (or at least, a male character) to ‘rescue’ Jane from herself and her situation. But that’s for film theorists to argue about. What we’re more concerned with is: how does this stack up as a vampire film?

Pretty damn good is how it stacks up. Frankly it’s surprising that the now-retired Kay didn’t play more vampires in her decade-long career. She’s sort of vampiric in Forest of the Damned but technically she’s a fallen angel in that one and she’s a threat, ‘the monstrous other’, rather than a protagonist. With the right make-up (or lack thereof), Marysia can do that pure Scottish takes-me-a-week-of-tanning-to-get-white thing. A fantastic make-up job by Helen Gant (Surviving Evil) and Sophie Liddiard (Chemical Wedding, Book of Blood) transforms Jane over the course of 78 minutes from a wan, pale shell to a confident, powerful, strong woman who match the devilishly handsome Seth in the glamour, ahem, stakes.

Blood + Roses is quite sensual in places, with some passionate scenes that are ambiguous about whether they are reality, fantasy or flashback. There is a reasonable amount of blood, including a slit throat near the end which will satisfy the gore-hounds. And there is a vase of roses in the third act, for the pedants. Particularly impressive is Simon Aitken’s skill, as both director and editor, in showing us how Jane’s senses and reactions become enhanced by her new state. There’s a lot more to it than just putting curtains up over the windows. The cinematography of Richard J Wood (Stag Night of the Dead; also credited as second unit director) and sound design of Marcelo Fossá (Benny Loves Killing) also contribute to this.

The leads are all strong, some of the supporting performances less so. Jane and Martin’s friends are Alice (Pamela Flanagan) and Ted (6’6” Adam Bambrough who towers over Marysia and has to bend down to get through doorways). Also on screen are Elizabeth Knight (who starred alongside Marysia in White Admiral) and Ravenswood director Marq English – and I was absolutely delighted to see Soulmate director Axelle Carolyn in the prologue. Many of the cast and crew worked with Simon Aitken on his earlier shorts.

Stephanie Odu (Jack Says) handled production design and Eleanor Wdowski does a cracking job on the costumes front. I don’t know where Seth’s shirt came from but I want one. The make-up effects were provided by Brendan Lonergan who has worked in various capacities on Resident Evil, The Mummy Returns, Death Machine and Alien3. Lee Akehurst (director of Dark Rage, producer of Exorcism) helped with the camera-work. Jon H Orten (Benny Loves Killing) provided the score. Also a special shout-out to colourist Rob Wickings whose credits include Dracula 3000, The Notebooks of Cornelius Crow and Last of the Summer Wine!

One of the most interesting aspects of Blood + Roses, which only occurred to me while typing this review, is that it’s that relatively rare thing, a vampire movie with no vampire hunter. No-one fights back against Seth or Jane, no-one even really acknowledges that they are vampires. It’s not the first vampire picture to eschew use of the V-word but that is definitely a good idea here where any dialogue along the lines of “You… you’re a vampire!” would have been cheesy, inappropriate and ultimately deleterious.

Shot over three weeks in November 2007 – plus a second shoot eight months later for the prologue – the film premiered at the 2009 Frightfest. Simon Aitken self-released the picture on US DVD in February 2011 through his Independent Runnings company, and it appeared on VOD in December of that year. In October 2014, Aitken made the film available on YouTube for one month, and also released to YouTube the DVD commentary (Aitken, Woodiwiss and Green) over a slideshow of stills. At the time he was raising funds for his projected second feature, a rom-com anthology called Modern Love.

As a modern, serious, British vampire feature, Blood + Roses falls into a subgenre that also includes Night Junkies and The Harsh Light of Day. Among all the ghosts, psychos and zombies of the British Horror Revival, it’s good to touch base once more with the undead.

MJS rating: B+

Cold in July

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Director: Jim Mickle
Writers: Jim Mickle, Nick Damici
Producers: Rene Bastian, Linda Moran, Marie Savare
Cast: Michael C Hall, Don Johnson, Sam Shepard
Country: USA
Year of release: 2014
Reviewed from: screener

Joe R Lansdale is one of my absolute favourite authors, and has been for many years. He started out writing horror novels and short stories – he wrote zombie westerns long before it became a thing – and weird science fiction. Over time, his work gradually leaned more towards crime thrillers, but still with horror elements and a darkness that marked the stories as more than just detective fiction.

Like many successful authors, Lansdale’s books have been optioned many times over the years (providing, I imagine, a tidy income) without any progressing beyond development. It was only in 2002 that Don Coscarelli of Phantasm fame brought Lansdale’s work to the big screen with the awesome Bubba Ho-Tep. Which was somewhat ironic because a tale of a geriatric Elvis impersonator defeating a mummy was far more technically complex – and far less obviously commercial – than much of Lansdale’s more mainstream work. His short story ‘Incident On and Off a Mountain Road’ was adapted, again by Coscarelli, as an episode of Masters of Horror. Now comes Cold in July.

Published in 1989, this was a direct and immediate pre-cursor to Lansdale’s most iconic series of novels, the Hap and Leonard books. It’s about ordinary folk getting mixed up in something big and unpleasant and having to step up to the bat to fix it because it’s wrong and somebody’s got to do something about it. There’s a real sense of morality to this story, as there is in the Hap and Leonard books: a sense of right and wrong which transcends the violence, the bad actions, the criminal activity, the lies and deceit. A Lansdale crime thriller is the literary equivalent of somebody stepping in to stop a fight between strangers. It has to be done because walking on by would be the wrong thing to do and there’s no-one else round here gonna do it if you don’t.

The catalyst for Cold in July is the semi-accidental shooting of a burglar. Michael C Hall from Six Feet Under and Dexter stars as Richard Dane, whose occupation we first see typed onto a police report as ‘FRAMER’, leading us to assume he’s a farmer until we find out he actually runs a picture-framing business. He has an elementary school teacher wife (Vinessa Shaw: Stag Night) and a little boy (Brogan Hall) so when he hears an intruder one night, he takes out an old revolver to defend himself. Confronted with a torch, his finger slips, and house-breaker brains are splattered all across his living room.

Nick Damici, who co-wrote the screenplay with director Jim Mickle, plays Ray Price, a cop who assures Dane that everything will be all right. Dane is an upstanding citizen with a clean record, the perp was Freddy Russell, a well-known low-life with a string of convictions, and the whole thing counts as self-defence. The fly in the ointment is Freddy’s ex-con father Ben Russell (Sam Shepard) who wants revenge for the death of his son. Dane’s family are threatened, Price puts them under protection, Russell gets arrested eventually.

But things take an odd turn when Dane sees an old picture of Freddy Russell and realises that this is not the man he killed. Price assures Dane he’s mistaken. In a nice line that makes his profession relevant to the plot, Dane points out that he’s good at recognising faces because he spends all day looking at photographs of people. A further odd incident, which I won’t specify for spoiler reasons, sees Dane team up with the taciturn, brutal Russell, to find out who actually was killed in that living room, what has happened to Freddy Russell, and why the cops are deliberately conflating the two.

If there’s a problem with the generally excellent film, it’s that it takes rather too long to get to the point, misleading us into thinking that this will be a film about Dane trying to protect his family from the threat of Russell’s revenge. That would be a perfectly serviceable thriller if that was the plot, but it wouldn’t be a Joe R Lansdale thriller and it’s not the meat of the story. This delay and distraction also means we’re about halfway through the film before we meet the third of our protagonists, retired private detective Jim Bob Luke, played by Don Johnson with very obvious relish.

The biggest joy of reading Lansdale, even more than his clever plots and rich, rewarding characters, is his way with words. His dialogue (and first person narrative) is a laconic East Texas drawl, laced with wry, jet-black, cynicism. In Cold in July, Jim Bob Luke fulfils this role.

Lansdale is Texan. Very Texan. And he writes about Texas (mainly East Texas, in and around Nacogdoches). Now I’ve never been to Texas but I’ve also never been to 1930s England. And I get the impression that Lansdale’s Texas is just slightly exaggerated, or at least highlighted, in the same way that PG Wodehouse’s world was. Jim Bob Luke epitomises his own time and place the same way that Bertie Wooster did – which is probably not a comparison made very often.

Jim Bob Luke drives a bright red convertible with a personalised number plate and bull horns on the front. He wears sequined cowboy shirts and a big white Stetson without a hint of irony. “That’s for my car!” he tells a seven-foot thug after a minor collision, accompanied by a good kick, having first incapacitated the giant with a deft boot to the groin. Then, after the briefest of pauses to consider priorities and collateral damage from the preceding altercation, with another solid kick: “And that’s for my hat!”

If you’re ever asked to sum up the literary oeuvre of Joe R Lansdale in less than five seconds, that’s your clip right there.

With Luke’s help, Dane and Russell uncover what’s going on, peeling back the layers to find that this is not simple police corruption. In fact, it could be argued that the cops are doing the right thing, albeit not in the right way, and with the caveat that what they are doing is, unbeknown to them, allowing something much worse to happen. And to say more would be to ruin the twists and turns of a plot that constantly makes us re-evaluate characters and their actions. Suffice to note that the finale is significantly more violent than anything that has gone before.

There are themes to Cold in July, not least the theme of Fatherhood. Russell loses his son, threatens to take Dane’s, then finds out he hasn’t lost his son after all. This is a film about manhood, about fatherhood, about responsibility. It’s a film which is as thought-provoking as it is gripping, as tense as it is enjoyable. Perhaps this will introduce more people to the work of Joe R Lansdale. Perhaps this will usher in those long-awaited Hap and Leonard adaptations.

Mickle, like Lansdale, comes to dark crime thriller via remarkable horror tales, having previously helmed Mulberry Street, Stake Land and the remake of We Are What We Are. According to the old IMDB, his next project will be a TV series called… Hap and Leonard! Awesome!

One final note. Mickle has very sensibly kept the story in 1989. Updating this to a world of cellphones and internet (Jim Bob has a clunky car phone which he shows off with pride) would never work. The story would need to be changed so much in order to maintain the plot points about who knows what and how people find things, that it wouldn’t be the book any more. Kudos to production designer Russell Barnes (Oculus), art director Annie Simeone, set decorator Daniel R Kersting and costume designer Elisabeth Vastola (The Innkeepers, V/H/S) for making the film look believable.

MJS rating: A-

Wandering Rose

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Director: Coz Greenop
Writer: Coz Greenop
Producer: Coz Greenop
Cast: Carina Burrell, David Wayman, Cameron Jack
Country: UK
Year of release: 2014
Reviewed from: online screener
Website: www.wanderingrosemovie.com

It seems like every other week I’m being sent a link through to a screener of an unknown, brand new British horror movie that turns out to be a simply magnificent piece of film-making. And here’s another one.

Wandering Rose combines a fine, taut script with a trio of superb performances and strong, confident direction to create a powerful, gripping story populated by three fully rounded, fascinating characters. There is a steadily growing sense of dread, some genuine effective scares and a satisfyingly bleak and enigmatic resolution. Top the whole thing off with stunning photography that shows off the beautiful Cairngorm locations to full effect and you have an almost perfect horror film.

The worst thing I can say is that there’s a continuity error with a bicycle about seven minutes in. That is seriously the only criticism I can make of Wandering Rose.

But what I really love most about this film, all the above notwithstanding, is its ambiguity. This is one of those movies which can be interpreted with equal justification as either supernatural or psychological. One of the characters is haunted, but is she actually ‘Haunted’ haunted, or just ‘sort of haunted’ haunted? Is what we see what she sees, and if so is she really seeing it? That’s for the post-screening debate in the bar. And I love, love, love ambiguous films like this.

Scottish Rose (Carina Birrell: Jack Said, The Unfathomable Mr Jones) and English Theo (BHR regular David Wayman: Battlefield Death Tales, After Death, The Dead Inside; he played a young Harold Shipman on TV!) are a young, unmarried couple driving their camper van up to the Cairngorms for a romantic (and if Theo has his way, somewhat sexy) weekend away. Rose is pensive and distracted because she is about three months pregnant; not enough to show. This could be their last fling as a couple before they become a family. The plan is for a bit of hiking, a bit of mountain biking, a rented canoe and glorious views – although Rose would rather be at a proper campsite where the less stunning view is offset by a decent shower block.

The third character, who features intermittently (but crucially) is Constable Thwaites, played by Cameron Jack (who was one of Bane’s henchmen in The Dark Knight Rises). In a lesser actor’s hands, Thwaites would simply have been a local McPlod providing exposition, or he could have been a ‘Ye’re noo from aroond here laddie’ antagonist, a narrative counterbalance to the young city couple. Jack however imbues every line with character, creating a fascinating, enigmatic, unnerving portrait of a Highland Policeman whose professional attitude treads a fine line between vaguely threatening and paternally supportive. It’s an absolute belter of a performance, one of those stand-out roles that you find occasionally in a movie like this. (And yet Thwaites never overshadows the principal relationship which is of course Rose and Theo.)

The actual story starts deceptively simply: Rose occasionally sees a ghostly figure. Who is that? Is she real? What does she want? How does this apparition relate to momentary flashbacks of Rose in pain? But that nutshell doesn’t describe the actual film which is so much more than a ghost story, perhaps not even a ghost story at all. Theo and Rose’s happy relationship is threatened by the baby and what it means for them. Are they (well, is Theo) getting too excited too soon? Lots of things could go wrong, as Rose explains. Gradually the relationship starts to, if not crumble exactly, certainly waver. Not helped by Rose’s distrust of ‘Constable Thwaites’, if that is indeed who he is. In this sort of rural isolation, people are very, very few and far between. Help is far away if needed.

Ironically, it is in the third act, when Rose and Theo finally move to a proper campsite, that things actually get worse. And worse, and worse, and worse. The ratchetting-up of the tension, fear and mystery is expertly handled by first time feature director Corrie 'Coz' Greenop. It would spoil the film if I were to say too much, but since the main story is a giant flashback, we already know from the brief prologue that things won’t end well.

The doctor in that prologue is Lee Phillips who, with Coz and Coz’s dad (executive producer Mark Greenop) is a partner in MGA Ltd, a 'learning solutions' company based in Flockton Moor, West Yorkshire. The only other character, a couple of hospital extras notwithstanding, is a second doctor in flashbacks played by Emmerdale’s Bhasker Patel (who was an extra in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and Kyrano in the live-action Thunderbirds movie!).

Much of the film's look can be credited to DP/editor James Fuller (assisted by Coz on both counts) who does wonders with the mountains, forests and lochs, deftly assisted by the aerial photography of Robert Coles and Neil Willis and their tame quadricopter which gives the film a ton of extra production value.

Fuller also gets credits as VFX supervisor, colourist, 'additional directing' and music supervisor, although no composer is credited. Jennifer Maiquez handled 'make-up, hair design and prosthetics' (which involved more blood than most of her bridal/fashion gigs) while Patrick Boyle did the sound. There are no credits for production designer, costumes etc so we can assume that Coz and/or James were responsible there.

Just 70 minutes long, Wandering Rose is a real gem of a film. Shot between August and October 2013, the movie premiered at a screening at the Hyde Park Picture House in August 2014. I reckon it could be on a few 'top ten' lists in years to come.

MJS rating: A

Allies

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Director: Dominic Burns
Writers: Jeremy Sheldon, Dominic Burns
Producers: Andy Thompson, Tim Major, Tom George, Dominic Burns
Cast: Julian Ovenden, Chris Reilly, Frank Laboeuf
Country: UK
Year of release: 2014
Reviewed from: online screener

There aren’t many proper war films made nowadays. Sure, there’s the occasional one but it’s hardly a genre the way it used to be. All through the 1950s and 1960s and into the early 1970s, war films were big business. Mainly because there was so much hardware left over from World War II that enormous production value could be had pretty much at the drop of a tin hat. But eventually that resource dried up, the average movie-goer was too young to remember the War, and everyone became interested in robots and aliens and spaceships and shit.

Nowadays, a new war movie is a bit of an event, a new British war movie even more so. A new low-budget independent British war movie – almost unheard of. There have been a handful of war-themed entries in the British horror revival: The Bunker, and Stuart Brennan’s The Lost and I suppose Nazi Zombie Death Tales, but those were all horror movies with a WW2 setting. That’s something different.

Dominic Burns has his own share of horror/sci-fi credits including Cut, Airborne and UFO, as well as acting gigs in The Reverend, Kill Keith, Strippers vs Werewolves and Cockneys vs Zombies, plus a producer credit on Devil’s Tower. But put all thoughts of escapist fantasy aside because with Allies Burns shows that he doesn’t need aliens or psychos or monsters to prop up his movies. This is an honest-to-goodness, completely serious, down-the-line war movie: a great British war movie of the sort that they simply don’t make them like any more.

In 1944, as the Germans gather their forces to counter-attack in what would become known as the Battle of the Bulge, a close-knit team of four British Commandos are sent behind enemy lines, under the command of an American Officer. Their mission: capture some vital German maps and get back behind Allied lines. How they get back – and how many of them get back – is the plot in a nutshell. To say more would be to spoil a wonderful, powerful film.

Julian Ovenden (Foyle’s War, Downton Abbey) is the Yank, despite being British; Chris Reilly (Suspects) is McBain, the gruff, Scottish Sergeant who takes an instant dislike to him. Matt Willis (from Busted!), Edmund (son of Sir Ben) Kingsley and Leon Vickers (Reverb) make up the rest of the squad. All are excellent in their roles and there is a real sense of camaraderie among the British, complemented by distrust and antagonism (to varying degrees) towards their new American CO.

The strength of Burns’ script and film lies in the way that it successfully combines powerful, war-is-hell, human drama with Boy’s Own sock-it-to-the-Nazis excitement. Characters we care about do get killed, and there are unflinching images of both British and Germans agonisingly injured during the fight scenes. This is no cheesy glorification of war, yet for all that, it’s still a rollicking adventure. That is the dichotomy of war that the best war films capture and reflect. The Germans here are vicious, sadistic brutes – except the ones that aren’t. The French Resistance are brave freedom fighters, but also callous and cold-blooded. The British are chipper and loyal, but that’s no protection against a bullet.

Shot on an obviously low budget, Allies nevertheless punches vastly above its weight in terms of on-screen production value. Judicious use of re-enactor groups to provide extras, costumes, props and vehicles (up to and including at least one tank) means that we are never distracted by the film-making itself. I’m no military history nerd (well, I am – just not a massive nerd) but this all looks right to me. The haircuts look right, the dialogue sounds right. The Derbyshire countryside does a great job of standing in for France and I didn’t spot any TV aerials or burglar alarms anywhere; some combination of careful framing and/or digital removal keeps all the buildings looking like rural Europe in the 1940s.

If there’s a misstep, it’s the ending and the resolution of a sub-plot, back in Blighty, about a traitor. The revelation of the traitor’s identity simply isn’t believable at all and I would have preferred a bleaker, more open-ended resolution in which we simply never find out who it is so our protagonists have no way to know if such treachery will happen again. The above notwithstanding, the film as a whole is so well-constructed and presented that the plot is carried across this brief lack of credibility and anyway we’re soon back in France with one of our heroes racing across the fields on a motorbike.

A fine cast includes Erich Redman, who has made a career out of playing German soldiers in films like U-571, Charlotte Gray, Two Men Went to War and Captain America: The First Avenger. He was also in Elisar Cabrera’s Demonsoul, if anyone’s keeping score. Werner Daehn, by contrast has mostly worked in his native Germany although that hasn’t prevented him from racking up a number of war credits including not only Valkyrie but also a 2004 TV movie on exactly the same subject, Operation Valkyrie. Other Germans are played by Allistair McNab (Green Street 3, Devil’s Tower, The Last Showing), Jason Thomas Brown (Wasteland) and Dean William (Soul Searcher, Left for Dead, The Silencer). Recognisable faces/voices on the British side include Thomas the Tank Engine narrator Mark Moraghan, The Bill’s Steven Hartley and busy character actor Paul Ridley whose credits stretch back to Blake’s 7, The Tripods and, ironically, two bit-parts as Germans in Secret Army. Jessica Messenger (Dark Watchers: The Women in Black) pops up as a nurse at the end.

The Resistance cell is led by former Chelsea/France centre back Frank Laboeuf and the love interest is provided by Emmanuelle Bouaziz from Chante, a sort of contemporary French version of Fame marketed internationally as Studio 24. David Sterne, who plays her grandfather, is a veteran actor with five decades of great credits including Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger, Talos the Mummy, A Knight’s Tale, Harry Potter 4, Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and the Jack Black Gulliver’s Travels, as well as BHR entries Blood Moon, Dorian Gray and Truth or Dare.

Burns co-wrote the script with Jeremy Sheldon, a former script-reader for Miramax and others who now teaches screenwriting at Birkbeck. The two share story credit with James Crow whose own debut feature The Witching Tree is currently in post. My old mate Jake West directed Second Unit and Tower Block helmer James Nunn was 1st AD on some pick-up shots. Emma Biggins, producer of The Harsh Light of Day, served as production manager. DP Luke Bryant (Kill Keith, UFO) and colourist David Tatchell (Feed the Devil) do a grand job, draining much of the colour and muting the tones to the sort of grey-ish, dull-ish, brown-ish feel that we associate (rightly or wrongly) with the period. Tatchell also provided more than a hundred VFX shots including a parachute drop from a Dakota.

Even more crucial to making us believe this is 1944 France is the production design of Richard Touch whose credits are mostly historical documentaries, including Nazi Megastructures. (Has this been broadcast? How have I not seen this?) He is supported by his regular art director Stuart Chambers and costume designer Georgina Napier (Kill Keith, Look Around You and, in the dim and distant past, wardrobe assistant on Long Time Dead and Kannibal). Binding everything together is a suitably sweeping orchestral score by London-based French composer Philippe Jakko.

A belter of a film, Allies ably demonstrates that the independent film scene in the UK is capable of moving beyond the exploitable horrors, thrillers and action films which comprise the bulk of its output and into serious, powerful dramas. Without losing the excitement, tension and audience-pleasing edge that marks out the indie sector from the often so tiresome bombast of ‘mainstream’ British cinema. Does this mark the start of the British War Film Revival? Perhaps…

MJS rating: A-

The Zombie King

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Director: Aidan Belizaire
Writers: Rebecca-Clare Evans, Jennifer Chippindale, George McCluskey
Producers: Rebecca-Clare Evans, Jennifer Chippindale
Cast: Edward Furlong, Corey Feldman, David McClelland
Country: UK
Year of release: 2013
Reviewed from: Festival of Fantastic Films 2014
Website: www.facebook.com/TheZombieKingUk

The Zombie King starts out promisingly with some fine, understated, character-based British black humour but ultimately trips itself up with an impenetrably complex back-story and too many characters. Its main selling point is the inclusion of two American actors with some name value based on, let’s face it, very old credits. You’ve seen far worse zombie films than this, but you have also seen many better ones (often of comparable budget). And, unless you live in Germany, you’ve probably not seen this one at all.

The zombie apocalypse has happened very recently – within the past day or so - and the survivors are still struggling to cope with, and understand, the situation. The first group we meet are psychotic postie Ed (George McCluskey – General Killgarth from Catalina: A New Kind of Superhero!), cynical milkman Munch (David McClelland: Emmerdale, Corrie and a holographic priest in Lexx!) and cowardly traffic warden Boris (Brazilian Michael Gamarano: Backslasher). Any audience will immediately warm to these three, especially Munch whose white coat and cap, not to mention his penchant for despatching the undead with well-aimed glass milk bottles, marks him out as one of the great comic characters of British horror. (McClelland’s voice, spectacles and performance put me in mind of his fellow Yorkshireman, poet Ian McMillan.)

Before too long, our hapless trio meet three other survivors: Simo (Seb Castang: Lost Boys 3, Ibiza Undead and daytime soap Family Affairs), Neville (Timothy Owen, also credited as casting director and fight choreographer) and Scott (Leo Horsfield: The Dead Outside and all three Outpost films). I was particularly surprised at a character named ‘Simo’ (spelt with one M but pronounced as ‘Simmo’) since that was my nickname at school and indeed I’m still called ‘Simo’ by most of my friends in sci-fi fandom. But that aside, already a problem presents itself, in that these three characters have no real character. Nothing defines them. I could not describe them to you in any way (except maybe ‘young’) and they are pretty much interchangeable. Which is a problem with the script, not a reflection of the actors’ performances.

And some time after this, these six men find a barn where they meet up with four women. But only elderly, rotund, randy Vera (Jane Foufas from Mamma Mia!, obviously having great fun) has a character. Danny (Rebecca-Clare Evans: Plan Z, Tash Force), Tara (Jennifer Chippindale: Chronoslexia) and Tabitha (Anabel Barnston, who was Mona Hallow in The New Worst Witch) are as indistinguishable and hence unmemorable (and hence, sadly, uninteresting) as Simo, Neville and Scott. This is particularly surprising given that Evans and Chippindale not only produced this film but co-wrote it with McCluskey. You would think they would have given themselves plum roles, but instead they play two of the six characters who totally fail to register and towards whom I could not apply a single adjective.

Even if all were distinct and identifiable, ten characters is simply way too many for a film like this (unless a bundle of them are going to become zombie fodder almost immediately). In fact there are eleven protagonists as the gang head for a church where they meet unkempt, drunken vicar Father Lawrence. Sometime Death Eater Jon Campling (also in The Witching Tree, Apocalypse Z, Penetration Angst, Steven M Smith’s Tales of the Supernatural and Melanie Light’s disturbing short The Herd) does the best he can with the lines he’s given, but his function is almost entirely expository and there’s no depth to Father Lawrence beyond his omnipresent bottle of wine.

Conflicted priests can make for intriguing characters in horror movies (cf. High Stakes, Bram Stoker’s Shadowbuilder) but this reverend is distinctly one-note. He doesn’t seem to have lost his faith, just his sobriety, which simply isn’t interesting. I had great difficult buying his almost immediate descent into alcohol-fuelled fatality after the zombies show up – how the heck did anyone that useless ever get a job with the C of E? – but even more than that I didn’t for a moment believe that any vicar would ever have hair that long, even if it was tidied up.

So that’s eleven characters, and we still haven’t encountered token name-value imports Edward ‘used to be in The Terminator’ Furlong and Corey ‘used to be in The Lost Boys’ Feldman.

Furlong is seen in some intercut monochrome scenes, caring for his dying wife (Tanya Katarina), with Sebastian Street (Stag Night of the Dead, Airborne) as the doctor unable to save her. Actually, these aren’t 'scenes', it’s pretty much the same scene over and over again. There are also (colour) shots of Furlong roaring around country lanes on a motortrike and pulling up amid a group of zombies who have no interest in attacking him.

But then the zombies here actually seem to have little interest in attacking anyone. They are the traditional slow, shuffling type. We never see more than a few together and they don’t seem to seriously impede our main characters. A couple of people get bitten towards the end but any gorehounds looking for serious zombie action will be sorely disappointed. That includes anti-zombie action; most of the zombie ‘kills’ are simply whacks to the head with something heavy. Furthermore, no real attempt has been made to make-up the zombies, either as rotting corpses or bloodied victims of zombie attacks. They’re just morose, slow-moving people, presenting no real threat to our protagonists.

Eventually, via Father Lawrence, we learn what is going on. Well, sort of. It’s clear that Furlong’s character, Samuel Peters, wants to resurrect his wife. To this end he has called on the (real) voodoo god Kalfu, played by Feldman in a curious make-up that covers his face with raised markings. Of course, most voodoo gods – including Kalfu – are generally depicted as black and one can’t help feeling that a more Caribbean-looking actor might have worked better in the (very brief) role. Nevertheless, props to the movie for drawing on the voodoo origins of the zombie concept, something which few modern films have done (Boy Eats Girl is the only one that comes to mind).

The question is: what are Peters and Kalfu cooking up? And the answer is: damdifino. It’s something to do with seven souls and seven steps and seven days (and possibly seven dwarfs or seven samurai or 7-Up) and Peters has a glowing blue thing on a string round his neck but I would be lying to you if I said I knew what the hell was going on. I think – and this is largely a guess – that Peters somehow created/raised seven zombies and those zombies munched down on other people but if the seven originals can be destroyed before seven days is up, then everything works out all right and the survivors live happily ever after. But if not, then zombies take over the world, and Peters becomes the Zombie King. Or maybe he already is the Zombie King. Or perhaps Kalfu is the Zombie King. Who the hell knows?

The film’s biggest problem is that it tries to create this entirely original mythology from scratch, then convey it to us through the expository ramblings of a drunken priest. But it’s too much to deal with, bearing too little relation to the standard tropes of the zombie genre. We don’t know who/what a ‘Zombie King’ is. We don’t know how/why these seven souls, or first seven zombies, if that’s what they are, came to be. We don’t know why Peters is not regarded as prey by the zombies. If anybody ever explained that blue glowing thing, then I missed it. There’s simply no cultural handholds for us – and in an 85-minute B-movie, we need those handholds.

It’s what Ted Elliot and Terry Rossio call ‘mental real estate’: stuff that we all already know which the movie can build on. It’s just not here. Consequently (and unfortunately, and ironically) The Zombie King doesn’t work in the way that many lesser zombie films do. Pictures like Decay or Zombie Undead or Zombies from Ireland may be in many respects thoroughly generic but what originality they do present, however fleeting, is at least based on the shared cultural currency of the zombie genre, rather than trying to create an entirely new zombie genre. To make things even less recognisable, there is some schtick here about how zombies can be killed using salt, but I’m not sure where that came from, what it meant or why it was there, to be honest. I also have absolutely no clue what the difference is between the seven significant zombies (credited as ‘Soul #1’ etc) and the other shuffling undead, or how our heroes are able to find and recognise the former.

In a nutshell, what we have here – milkie and postie and parking regulations enforcement officer aside – is a group of people we neither know nor care about trying to do something we don’t understand for reasons that aren’t clear. And sadly that’s never going to fly.

Which is a real shame because what this promises to be at the start would make a great movie. Ed, Munch and Boris are interesting, sympathetic characters. They are given back stories (which the others don’t get) and there is some terrific character conflict between Ed and Munch and between Munch and Boris. Furthermore, to get slightly pretentious for a moment, the use of three uniformed but non-authoritarian figures works brilliantly as a remnant of the old world among the new. These guys are not the emergency services, they don’t have any authority and represent no leadership or Government (despite Boris’ steadfast maintenance that he is in fact there to uphold the law). A picaresque feature about these three arguing as they wander through a post-apocalyptic, zombie-ridden world on some arbitrary and ultimateless hopeless quest could have been terrific, like some sort of cross between Kevin Costner’s The Postman and Spike Milligan’s The Bed Sitting Room. Or that would be brilliant as an ongoing web series. But here they are just a small part of a larger, less interesting group whose goals are unclear, facing a threat that rarely seems threatening.

Also, the implication seems to be that this zombie outbreak, centring as it does on Samuel Peters (or possibly on Father Lawrence’s church – once again it’s not clear), is very localised. There are numerous references to the army having isolated the area and having shot many of the survivors in case they might be infected (a comparison to the 2007 foot and mouth epidemic is the closest the film ever gets to social commentary). But we never, ever see any soldiers, not even in the very final scene (an unsubtle nod to Night of the Living Dead) when some of our characters actually meet some soldiers.

An epilogue halfway through the credits makes (if such a thing is possible) even less sense than the main feature.

I can’t in all honesty recommend The Zombie King, despite some nice performances and a fair number of good jokes. Yes, it’s the debut feature from Evans and Chippindale’s company Northern Girl Productions, but director Aidan Belizaire has plenty of experience helming shorts, corporates and music videos. Then again, the film’s failure is not directorial, it’s logistical. And those logistics are determined by the script. It should be obvious that in 85 minutes (less titles and credits) there simply isn’t room to get to know 14 named characters (including Mrs Peters), especially while also explaining a completely new rationale behind the creation and destruction of zombies.

What of Messrs Furlong and Feldman? Do they add anything to the production? In all honesty, no. Their presence is part of a recent trend for importing US names into British genre pictures, including Zach Galligan in Cut, Robert Englund in Strippers vs Werewolves, Mark Hamill in Airborne, Tony Todd in Dead of the Nite, C Thomas Howell in Siren Song and Jason Mewes in Devil’s Tower (plus, from a European angle, Rutger Hauer in The Reverend and JCVD in UFO). This all harks back to the 1950s/'60s trend for sticking washed-up Hollywood actors into British B-movies to give them the veneer of respectability, and I suppose it gives any production a hook when competing for attention among the crowded exhibition stands of the AFM or Cannes.

But consider the best titles of the British Horror Revival. I watched Zombie King at its belated UK premiere at the 2014 Festival of Fantastic Films, just after conducting a survey of film-makers and fans to find the best British horror of the 21st century. Take a look at that top 20. If we ignore Let Me In which, although a Hammer picture, was made in the USA, only two of those films have an imported star: Melissa George in Triangle (who is Australian) and Laura Harris in Severance (who is Canadian, and very much part of an ensemble cast). There’s no token Yank name in Shaun of the Dead. Or The Descent. Or 28 Days Later. Or Dead Man’s Shoes. Or Eden Lake or The Children or Attack the Block or Colin or The Borderlands… I remain unconvinced that the practice adds anything to a movie beyond cheap publicity. And really, not that cheap.

In this instance, Feldman and Furlong are recognisable names but hardly genre icons like Englund or Todd. Furlong’s recent genre credits include The Green Hornet, The Mortician, the remake of Night of the Demons, a Star Trek Voyager TV movie and Arachnoquake. Feldman has been in Six Degrees of Hell, non-Band franchise mash-up Puppet Master vs Demonic Toys, the two Lost Boys sequels that no-one either wanted or noticed, and something called Zombex. Both still have their fangirl followers but so does anyone who once appeared in a hit movie and still has a pulse.

One can’t help feeling that the money spent on flying in John Connor and Edgar Frog could have been spent better elsewhere. On some army uniforms, or some zombie make-up, or some gruesome prosthetics. Or just on taking the time to polish the script and remove some of the extraneous characters. It also wouldn’t have hurt to pay a little more attention during the editing process. In one shot a white car can clearly be seen driving around this supposedly deserted area. I know that's picky but I noticed it, someone on IMDB noticed it; you’ve got to ask why no-one involved with the film noticed it. That’s just careless.

Recognisable faces among the supporting cast include Forbes KB (Jack Says, Kung Fu Flid, A Day of Violence, Game of Thrones, Shame the Devil) and Nathan Head (Legacy of Thorn, Theatre of Fear, The Eschatrilogy) plus Brendan McCoy (Gasoline Blood, Bronson), Ebony-Rae Michaelson (Zombie Women of Satan), Colin Murtagh (Slaughter is the Best Medicine) and Scott Stevenson (assorted background gigs on Doctor Who).

A few production credits because people work hard on a film, even when the end result isn't up to scratch. Ismael Issa (Deranged) was the DP and Andrew McKee (The Turing Enigma) was the editor. Tabby Quitman (Soldiers of the Damned) handled production design, the ever-reliable Mike Peel (The Zombie Diaries, The Scar Crow, Red Kingdom Rising) was rather underused in the special make-up effects, and Steven Clarkson supervised the visual effects. BHR regulars Neil Jones and Stuart Brennan are among the executive producers of the film which was a co-production between Northern Girl and Templeheart Films in association with Burn Hand Films. Jones also directed second unit. Andrew Phillips composed the score.

Filmed at the tale end of 2011, The Zombie King eventually saw the light of day in April 2013 on Deutsche DVD courtesy of Splendid Film. Japanese and Dutch releases followed but it was only in November 2014 that the first British audience saw the film, at the FFF where it was paired with Trauma, a 2013 half-hour short by Natalie Kennedy starring Rebecca-Claire Evans and with Aidan Belizaire on camera.

MJS rating: C

Toofani Tarzan

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Director: Homi Wadia
Writers: JBH Wadia, Pandil Gnyan
Producers: JBH Wadia, Homi Wadia
Cast: John Cawas, Gulshan, Ahmed Dilavar
Year of release: 1937
Country: India
Reviewed from: UK TV screening (Channel 4)

It’s amazing the stuff that turns up on late night TV. Buried away in a ‘Bollywood Gold’ season on Channel 4 was this 65-year-old Indian Tarzan movie. And for all that one must make allowances for geographical, cultural and generational differences - this is still pretty crappy. It’s of historical interest certainly, in fact it’s fascinating, and it’s sporadically entertaining - but at 160 minutes you’ve got to be pretty determined to be entertained.

We start by seeing scientist Ramu making the breakthrough in his search for the nectar of immortality. Already we’re in murky territory: it’s not clear if this elixir actually makes people immortal or is just a powerful medicine (Ramu says, “This will save millions of lives.”); also Ramu is referred to later as Ranmick; and quite why he has set up his lab in a hut in a jungle village... who knows?

Ramu is married to Uma (Nazira - a lot of the actors have only one name) and has a young son, Leher, around whose neck he places an amulet containing the formula for the ‘nectar.’ When lions attack the village for no reason, Ramu is killed. Leher is rescued by family servant Dada and they fly off in a balloon, accompanied by their jack russell terrier Moti. Uma is left behind and goes mad.

A word here about Dada: he is the single most amazingly offensive racial stereotype I’ve ever seen on screen, a character who makes Stepin Fetchit look like a sensitive portrayal of the African-American experience. Played by ‘Dare-Devil Bonan Shroff’ (also credited as Assistant Director), Dada is Bollywood’s view of an African - one step up the evolutionary ladder from a chimpanzee. Dada lollops around, bent double, knuckles dragging on the ground, vacant expression on his face, communicating only by simian whoops and grunts. He is presented as completely subhuman and, absolutely incredibly, wears what can only be described as ‘nigger minstrel make-up’ - the full Al Jolson huge white lips and everything. Gobsmacking. He is also, incidentally, massively irritating.

Anyway, we flash forward 15 years and little Leher has grown into hunky, loincloth-clad Tarzan, played by a bodybuilder named John Cawas (credited here as ‘John Cavas [sic] (Indian Eddie Polo)’ whatever that means). He lives in a treehouse accompanied by the faithful Dada (which apparently means ‘brother’) and the Rintintin-like Moti, who is actually fourth-credited as being played by ‘Professor Motee (trainer - Omar)’.

Ramu’s father (who is never actually named) is an old man with a Colonel Sanders beard and glasses. The fact that he is clearly a young man in terrible make-up leads me to think that the same actor (Dalpat) may have played Ramu in the prologue too. He is leading an expedition to search for his lost grandson, both of whose parents died. With him is his adopted daughter Leela (Gulshan); a bounder named Biharilal (Chandrasekhar) who really is only interested in locating the nectar formula; faithful guide Dilavar (Ahmed Dilawar); and comic relief servant Bundle (Bandal) who is even more irritating than Dada. Bandal was clearly a fan of Harold Lloyd and Laurel and Hardy films, playing every scene like a cross between Lloyd and Laurel, even occasionally lifting his straw boater to do that thing with his hair.

The party sets off with a couple of dozen native bearers and are attacked by a tribe of cannibals - the chief is played by ‘Professor Buloch (Sandow)’ - who are driven off by the timely arrival of Tarzan, alerted by Moti and assisted by a herd of stampeding elephants led by Dada on a 'phant named Raja.

Biharilal spots the amulet around Tarzan’s neck, but suddenly the proceedings are interrupted by the arrival of a cackling mad woman. It’s Uma, who didn’t die after all but is still insane. She is still played by Nazira, made to look 15 years older by having heavy lines drawn on her face, and has a really tatty-looking, misshapen ‘human skull’ (papier mache by the looks of it) strapped to each arm. Confused, Tarzan runs off, speeding up even more when Biharilal takes a potshot at him.

Having made camp, and after we have suffered through a ‘comedy’ scene of Moti stealing Bundle’s food, Biharilal spots Dada and shoots at him too. Moti alerts Tarzan to his friend’s plight in true Rintintin/Lassie fashion. Later, when the slimy Biharilal is coming on to Leela in her tent, Tarzan appears, knocks him about and abducts Leela to his tree-top eyrie. Fortunately for Dada, Leela is a trained nurse and removes the bullet from his arm.

Gradually Tarzan and Leela come to understand each other and fall in love yada yada yada, same as in most Tarzan movies. (Let’s face it: Tarzan is a great character, and the Edgar Rice Burroughs novels are fantastic, but most Tarzan movies - like this one - are rubbish.) She’s swiftly decked out in a leopard skin mini-dress, and he’s rescuing her from tigers and crocodiles. The tiger fight is actually pretty exciting; it certainly looks like Cawas wrestling the beast, although Gulshan obviously was more careful and so only looks on in admiration by the miracle of back projection.

Back at camp, Dilavar sings a song, then the cannibals attack and make off with everyone, taking them to their fortified village where they worship - a 30-foot tall gorilla idol! Yes, the film-makers had clearly seen King Kong and decided to throw it into the mix. Fantastic! Meanwhile Leela is bathing ‘naked’ in a lake (her swimming costume is plainly visible), chases Moti when he cheekily runs off with her dress, then both girl and dog are captured by the cannibals. Taken to the village, they’re tied up in the same hut as their five friends.

Who can save them? Why, Professor Moti of course! The dog unties itself, jumps out the window and down a hundred-foot cliff, races off to Tarzan’s treehouse and barks out what has happened. I’ll just repeat that for emphasis: the dog doesn’t bite through the ropes, it actually unties itself!

In the village, a terrified native is picked up by the most extraordinary giant grabber thing and swung out over a pit, wherein lives the sacred gorilla himself. And it’s the worst bloody gorilla costume in the history of cinema. Big circular eyes, strange white whiskers - quite honestly, if we hadn't already seen the statue, we wouldn’t know this was supposed to be a gorilla. The native is dropped in the pit and killed by the beast, then just as Leela is about to suffer the same fate, Tarzan arrives! He fights the natives and helps the explorers all escape, while Dada and Moti are busy rescuing the native bearers tied up elsewhere in the village. A big chase ensues.

I should explain about the chases. For some reason, every chase or fight or any other sort of action scene is undercranked so that all movement is speeded up slightly. This makes the gang of cannibals chasing the explorers along the skyline look like nothing less than a 1930s episode of The Benny Hill Show. Having crossed a gorge with Tarzan’s help, our heroes are finally all safe. Now Biharilal threatens Tarzan with his gun, but Moti knocks it away. Uma appears - and Biharilal shoots her instead. The little dog leaps at the trigger-happy swine - who falls to his death over a handy cliff. The bullet has brought Uma to her senses, and before she dies she explains everything: that Tarzan is Leher, that she was Ramu’s wife, that the amulet has the nectar formula etc.

Tarzan carries his mother’s body away, and Leela elects to stay with Tarzan (and Moti and Dada) in the jungle, much to her father’s alarm. Off they go - man, woman, dog and subhuman stereotype - leaving the three remaining explorers, and their remaining bearers, to head back to civilisation on a dodgy back-projection screen behind Dilavar, singing one final song.

Well, goodness gracious me (to coin a phrase)! What a find. This is a very early Tarzan film, only a few years after Johnny Weissmuller starred in Tarzan the Ape Man, though it seems to have been influenced more by the silent versions starring Elmo Lincoln (Cawas’ appearance is certainly modelled more on Lincoln’s than Weissmuller’s). It is also completely unauthorised - there is no mention of Edgar Rice Burroughs anywhere and it is debatable whether the Wadia Brothers didn’t know about him or simply didn’t care. Maybe they thought Tarzan was a public domain legend. The sepia-tinted print shown on Channel Four was a brand new one, supposedly digitally remastered, though there were still plenty of scratches and crackles.

Jamshed Boman Homi Wadia (1901-1986) and his brother Homi Boman Wadia (b.1911) were born in Surat, Gujarat. Jamshed wrote and co-produced his first film (Vasant Leela) in 1928 and established Young United Players with his brother in 1931. Sound films took a while to make it to India and they made five silents between 1931 and 1933 starring Boman Shroff, all inspired to some extent by Douglas Fairbanks’ 1920 classic The Mark of Zorro, including Diler Daku (aka Thunderbolt, 1931) which was a straightforward (unauthorised) remake.

The Wadias were populist film-makers through and through, beloved of stunts and action. They founded Wadia Movietone in 1933 and Jamshed directed Lal-e-Yaman (aka Parviz Parizad, 1933, also with Shroff) which features a magic ring, an ape-man and a genie. In the chorus was a girl called Nadia who as ‘Fearless Nadia’ became the Wadia’s biggest star and India’s top action actress, starring in the classic Hunterwali (aka The Lady with the Whip, 1935, also starring Gulshan, Shroff and Cawas) and many other films, usually with Cawas or Shroff as the leading man. Astoundingly, Nadia wasn’t actually Indian - she was born Mary Evans in Perth, Australia in 1910 to a Welsh father and a Greek mother!

By 1942, Jamshed (who was a supporter of Communist reformer MN Roy) wanted to put more social relevance into the Wadia Movietone films, so Homi left to continue making action epics under the Basant Pictures banner. Homi married Nadia in 1961 (making her Nadia Wadia!), made his last film - his fourth version of the Ali Baba story - in 1978 and retired in 1981. Nadia died in 1996.

Any other Indian Tarzan films? Why, yes. Tarzan ki Beti (Roop K Shorey) was made in 1938, then John Guillerman’s Tarzan Goes to India/Tarzan Mera Saathi (1962) kicked off a whole subgenre: Toofani Tarzan (AR Zamindar, 1962 - I don’t know whether this was a remake of the 1937 film), Tarzan and Gorilla (Pyarelal, 1963), Tarzan aur Jadugar (Radhakant, 1963), Tarzan and Delilah (A Shamsheer, 1964), Tarzan and Captain Kishore (Jal, 1964), Tarzan aur Jalpari (Radhakant, 1964), Tarzan and King Kong (A Shamsheer, 1965 - I believe this ‘King Kong’ was actually a popular wrestler).

Then there's Tarzan and the Circus (Shiv Kumar, 1965), Tarzan Comes to Delhi/Tarzan Delhi Mein (Kedar Kapoor, 1965), Tarzan and Hercules (Mehmood, 1966), Tarzan aur Jadui Chirag (Babubhai Banjhi, 1966), Tarzan ki Mehbooba (Ram Rasila, 1966), Tarzan in Fairyland/Tarzan Paristan Mein (Sushil Gupta, 1968), and Tarzan 303 (Chandrakant, 1970). More recently there was The Adventures of Tarzan (B Subhash, 1985) and Tarzan and Cobra (Bhagwant Choudhury, 1987)

If and when Toofani Tarzan is repeated, I urge you to set the video because it's a true oddity. As a final note, the film features what may well be my favourite movie credit of all time: ‘Matte effects in co-operation with Mino the Mystic’!

MJS rating: C

TrashHouse

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Director: Pat Higgins
Writer: Pat Higgins
Producer: Pat Higgins
Cast: Amber Moelter, Tom Wontner, Richard Collins
Country: UK
Year of release: 2005
Reviewed from: UK DVD (Screen Entertainment)
Website: www.jinx.co.uk

Having reviewed and enjoyed KillerKiller, I felt it worth splashing out a fiver to sample Pat Higgins’ debut feature TrashHouse - see what it’s like.

It’s... okay is what it’s like, it’s good in bits. In fact, it splits fairly neatly down the middle in that the first half of the 85-minute film shows some promise but the second half is an incoherent mess.

Five young people have been selected to take part in an experiment which will involve the implantation of microchips in the back of their necks. This will give each of them the power to create anything and alter reality in any way, in the room which they are assigned in an old house. They have been chosen because detailed files on their lives - and they are understandably shocked to find out that such files exist - indicate that they are all mentally balanced individuals.

Lucy (Amber Moelter: who played Catwoman in two fan films) and David (Tom Wontner: LoveCracked! The Movie) are clean-cut, good kids who rapidly fall for each other. Lucy creates an idealised existence in her room, based on the old 1950s American sitcoms which she watched as a child (there’s a touch of Pleasantville in these sequences). David is happy to play along, in tweed suit and crisply knotted tie, although even he thinks that Lucy goes a little far when she turns the room - and them - black and white and then gives herself a laughter track.

Jack-the-lad Luke (Oli Wilkinson: Ricky in HellBride) is taking the opportunity to summon up and shag every centrefold he has ever ogled. Studious Charlotte (Hannah Speller, who was in a couple of episodes of EastEnders, helping to run the cafe) creates a super computer and uses it to learn everything she can, up to and including devising cures for AIDS and cancer; this doesn’t really make sense because there’s no suggestion that the chip affects the brainpower of the experimental subjects. And then there’s surly James (Richard Collins: Perry in KillerKiller) whose creations seem to mostly involve guns and knives.

Ensconced in an old house for a long weekend, with metal shutters over the doors and windows, the chips only work in each person’s own room and for about 15 hours each day. At ten o’clock everything vanishes like Cinderella’s ballgown and the quintet can mingle in the communal areas of the house.

It’s an interesting, if slightly limited, set-up. There’s no explanation of why this experiment is happening. When Allen (the always watchable Cy Henty, also in KillerKiller and HellBride), the mysterious figure who has brought them together, is asked whether the experiment is run by the Government or a corporation he laughs and expresses surprise that anyone would consider there to be a difference (a nice, sly moment of satire). Nor is there really any explanation of what the purpose of the experiment is. Allen already has a chip (which he demonstrates to them in the communal room) so the technology is known to work.

The DVD sleeve blurb (which has a glaring punctuation error) describes the building as “a CCTV monitored house” which, if it were true, would put this film in the same subgenre as My Little Eye, Hell Asylum etc. But there is no CCTV in the house, the only monitoring being read-outs of heart rate etc which are watched by two bored techies (Gary Delaney and Nic Ford) whose off-topic discussions provide an amusing counterpoint to what is happening in the house.

So the first half of the movie is basically a science fiction set-up questioning the nature of reality, positioned somewhere on a line between The Matrix and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. And although the film’s tiny budget is evident in the spartan set-dressing and the cheapo CGI window shutters, there are some interesting ideas raised.

Of course, there has to be a problem and it’s James who is not who he claims to be. We’re not told who he actually is or why he has assumed a dead person’s identity and the film glosses over the plothole that the bulging folders of personal information seen at the start omitted the crucial fact that the person in question died several years earlier. The point is that ‘James’ is definitely not ‘balanced’. When Charlotte discovers this on her supercomputer, he kills her (which does not cause the computer to wink out of existence and does not seem to be noticed by the two techies), but not before she has also discovered a way to gain access to the cellar from where the chips are controlled (in some way).

Swiftly dispatching likeable lothario Luke too, James becomes able to create anything anywhere in the house. For some reason he doesn’t kill David or Lucy but instead sets a small army of monsters, zombies and ghouls against them, having scattered various guns, axes, knives and chainsaws around the house for them to protect themselves with. Helping them is Della (Sam Burke aka Samantha Beart, who played Arthur Dent’s daughter Random in the radio version of Mostly Harmless), a recreation of a girl on whom James had an unrequited crush. In a nice twist, since she has been created from his memories of her, she still has the same (negative) feelings towards her. On the other hand, there’s no reason why he couldn’t just change her so that she fancies the socks off him - as Luke does with the centrefolds - and why does she call him James if that’s not his real name?

Anyway, he forgets that he has created her - hence she can help David and Lucy but must keep out of James’ way because if he spots her he will remember to make her stop existing. That’s an example of the clever and interesting ideas that sporadically emerge from the script but are sadly never explored in any depth.

This second half of the film descends into a gory and violent but frankly dull series of scenes of David, Lucy and Della hacking up pasty-faced zombies and dodgy CGI monsters that are impressive for a film of this budget but which nevertheless would be more at home in a ten-year-old video game. There’s no real tension or excitement and the confines of the house prevent Higgins from directing the scenes with the proper coverage needed for us to see what’s happening beyond ‘oh look, it’s another zombie.’

The curious thing is that it is this second half on which the film sells itself: gorehound viewers will fall asleep during the first 45 minutes or possibly fast-forward through it. Yet once the blood starts splattering the film becomes far less interesting and the limitations of the budget become vastly more obvious. The Charlie Kaufman-lite science-fictional set-up may be more packed with holes than a lump of Swiss cheese but it was at least original and intriguing and, for this viewer at least, all interest in the story dissipated when the violence began.

It doesn’t help that Lucy and David are rather bland characters, as evinced by their twee 1950s-inspired virtual reality, and that James is simply not interesting as a villain. After killing Charlotte and Luke, he takes a back seat to let his VR creations do the work and he has no actual motive that I could discern. Only Della really works as a character in the second half; a sentient being aware that her PK Dick-ian existence is dependent on someone else’s thought processes. Frankly, of the original quintet Charlotte and Luke were the most interesting and sympathetic and the two whom I wanted to spend more time with, but by 50 minutes in, they’re toast.

TrashHouse has some nice ideas - if anything, it has too many - but it does not have the budget to explore them and devoting the second 45 minutes of the film to uninvolving gore leaves raised questions unanswered. It’s a commendable debut feature but it just doesn’t work, sadly. Which is why it’s a good thing that Pat Higgins threw himself straight into shooting HellBride and KillerKiller back to back. In KillerKiller, he successfully melded the violence and the ‘thinky bits‘ by not only mixing them up throughout the film but also making the one dependent on, and inextricably linked to, the other.

The cinematography, lighting and editing of TrashHouse are all good and Higgins directs individual scenes well but the story is simply far too confusing and chaotic to be satisfying.

MJS rating: C-

Time's Up, Eve

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Director: Patrick Rea
Writers: Patrick Rea, Jon Niccum
Producers: Patrick Rea, Jon Niccum, Ryan S Jones
Cast: Sharon Wright, Jason Curtis Miller, Denise Carroll
Country: USA
Year of release: 2010
Reviewed from: screener

Time’s Up, Eve is about as film noir as it’s possible to be. Let’s see, there’s a blonde woman running away from someone or something, her hair longer than her skirt. It all takes place at night, shot in black and white with exaggerated shadows. Every exterior is an alleyway, every interior is a sparsely furnished room. The score is mellow but slightly sinister jazz, all parping sax, muted trumpet and brushed cymbals. And there’s a voice-over narration.

Short of being adapted from a story by Dashiell Hammett, I reckon that’s about the lot.

I’m not sure to what extent this could be considered a pastiche, but it’s on the border because all the film noir tropes are in-your-face and obvious but not over-the-top. They’re exaggerated but not so much that the film becomes a spoof.

On the contrary, this is a creepy horror film. Eve (Sharon Wright, who played Sonya Blade in a Mortal Kombat fan film!) is on the run from some unseen demonic things which are capturing people’s souls - cleverly represented by intense blue-white spots of light that stand out from the chiaroscuro monochrome of Hanuman Brown-Eagle’s spot-on cinematography.

Can I just pause here to say that Hanuman Brown-Eagle is officially the best name ever in the entire history of cinematic credits. He/she is no beginner but a very experienced DP with loads of pop videos and commercials plus a number of indie films to his/her credit (including Fight Night, a feature most notable for having had the poster artwork ripped off by the Italian release of a Stieg Larson thriller). Brown-Eagle suggests a Native American background but why would a native American be named after a Thai monkey-god? I don’t care, it’s a superb name.

At only twelve minutes long, it would be redundant and unfair of me to describe the film’s plot in detail but it’s clever and original and very well-suited to the atmospheric direction, photography and sound design. Music, dialogue, sound effects and narration are very competently mixed, which is such a pleasant change from the usual awful sound on little indie pictures. See folks, it can be done. (Producer Ryan S Jones gets the ‘sound editing’ credit.)

Kansan director Patrick Rea has been banging out short films for a decade now including The Evil Awakens, The Search for Inflata-Boy, Zero the Counter, Merriman’s Circle and Now That You’re Dead. His co-writer on this one (and a few others) is Jon Niccum, who co-wrote Steve Balderson’s Stuck! and also had a small on-screen role in Watch Out.

The cast also includes Jason Curtis Miller (30 Seconds to Midnight), Denise Caroll (Cyber Vengeance, Berdella), Robert P Campbell (The Shunned), Aaron Laue (Over the Shoulder of Sin) and Ari Bavel, who started off working for Todd Sheets in stuff like Zombie Bloodbath 3 and Catacombs before progressing to more upmarket fare like Zombiegeddon, Slaughter Party and Bonnie and Clyde vs Dracula. I mean, I don’t know what these films are like but anything has to be upmarket compared to a Todd Sheets picture, doesn’t it?

Nathan Towns (The Night Before, The Nuclear Standard) is the jazzman who provided the late-night score, every note of which wears a black polo-neck and smokes Gauloise. Art director Kristin Grossman is Director of Hello Art (?) at the Kansas City Arts Incubator and also helps out at the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art.

A smart, clever and impeccably stylish little short, Time’s Up, Eve ticks all the right boxes.

MJS rating: A-

Ugetsu Monogatari

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Director: Kenzi Mizoguchi
Writers: Matsutaro Kawaguchi, Yoshikata Yoda
Producer: Masaichi Nagata
Cast: Masayuki Mori, Saka Ozawa, Machiko Kyo
Year of release: 1953
Country: Japan
Reviewed from: UK festival screeing (Far Out 2005)

This is yet another variant on the Japanese kaidan staple of boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy discovers girl was a ghost.

In this instance we have two couples, living in a village in the 16th century during a time of war. Genjuro (Masayuki Mori: Rashomon) is a farmer who has a sideline in pottery, living with his loving wife Miyagi (Kinuyo Tanaka, who was in a 1932 version of The Loyal 47 Ronin and played Princess Yamato in The Birth of Japan) and their young son. Their neighbours are Tobei (Saka Ozawa: Godzilla 1985, The H-Man, Gorath and the 1958 version of The Loyal 47 Ronin), who longs to become a samurai, and his nagging wife Ohama (Mitsuko Mita: Duel on Ganryu Island, Duel at Ichijoji Temple).

When Genjuro takes a cart of pots to a local town to sell, he makes a tidy profit and realises that he has found a way for his family to escape from poverty. With their neighbours' help, Genjuro and Miyagi fire up a big load of new pots, but have to flee the village when the soldiers come round looting and raping. Genjuro is terrified that the kiln fire will go out and ruin the pots in which he has invested so much time, effort and expense, but fortunately the work survives.

The five friends set off with the pots towards another nearby town, travelling across the lake by boat to avoid the soldiers, but they encounter a nearly-dead man in a drifting boat who has been attacked by pirates. They put Miyagi and the boy ashore to return to the village for relative safety, then continue.

In the town, the pots sell like hot cakes, but Tobei is distracted by some local samurai and determines to spend his cut of the money on some armour and a weapon so that he can join them. Searching for her husband, Ohama wanders out of the town and is raped by a soldier who throws her a few coins as payment.

Meanwhile, Tobei witnesses a famous general, close to death, asking his lieutenant to finish him off. This the soldier does, off-screen, removing the general's head, presumably to prevent identification or use of the head as a trophy. Tobei takes the opportunity to stab the weary soldier and take the head, which he presents to a rival warlord as proof that he has defeated the mighty warrior in question.

Back at the market, Genjuro meets Lady Wakasa (played by Lotus Blossom herself, Teahouse of the August Moon's Machiko Kyo) and her nurse, who praise his work and purchase several pieces to be delivered to a mansion outside the town. Well, fairly obviously the pasty-faced woman is a ghost and fairly swiftly she seduces Genjuro who wakes up to find that he is, apparently, married to her. And so life goes on for a while, with plenty of food, plenty of sex and plenty of serving maids in attendance. But when he goes back into town to buy the Lady a gift, he finds that local traders want nothing to do with anyone claiming to live at the mansion.

Genjuro meets a Shinto priest who can see that he has encountered supernatural goings-on and who writes various prayers on the potter's body to ward off spirits. When Lady Wakasa and her nurse see these they react in horror, especially when Genjuro admits that he has a wife and child at home. This leads to a scene of a mentally anguished, bare-chested Genjuro hacking his way through the mansion's walls ... and he is woken up the next morning by soldiers who accuse him of stealing the sword in his hand from a temple. Genjuro sees at this point that the mansion is actually just a few charred timbers and has been for many years.

Back with Tobei, we find that he is now a highly regarded samurai with a whole entourage, all based on this one supposed success that he had over a legendary general. His soldiers persuade him to let them rest at a large bordello where Tobei comes face to face with Ohama, now a very successful prostitute. There is a reconciliation of sorts as each recounts how they have risen/fallen since they last saw each other.

Genjuro arrives back at his village to find Miyagi cooking a meal for him. However, we know that she is also a ghost because (a) there is a neat camera trick where the camera pans away from an empty fireplace then back to find it aflame and tended by Miyagi, and (b) we previously saw her stabbed by some stragglers from the army who stole the food she was carrying.

The next morning, Genjuro is awoken by the village elder who explains that Miyagi is dead and he has been caring for Genjuro's son since then. Genjuro sees that his house, which last night seemed so welcoming, is in fact empty and cobwebbed. The film finishes with Genjuro, Tobei and Ohama back in the pottery business, while a voice-over from Miyagi explains that she will watch over her husband and son from beyond.

A lovely film this, which won the Silver Lion at the Venice Film Festival (there's a caption to this effect on the front of the subtitled print that I saw). But I'm damned if I can discern the moral story. If anything, the Tobei/Ohama subplot seems to have a stronger rationale; he is driven by an unrealistic ambition, while his wife's criticisms go beyond talking sense to actually nagging. Tobei achieves his ambition by luck but - although it is made clear that one of his prime motivations is a desire to impress his wife - his pursuit of his dream results in Ohama's fall into prostitution. Ironically, she becomes very successful as a whore and achieves, within her field, a degree of respectability while he knows that his lofty status is based on a lie and could come crashing down around him at any minute. Eventually they meet again by accident, realise that all they need is each other and live happily ever after. He doesn't try to become a samurai and she doesn't nag.

But what of Genjuro? He's not a bad man. He works hard (two jobs: farmer and potter, though we never actually see him do any farming) to provide money for his family and drag them from poverty. He's a good father and a devoted husband who seeks to keep his wife and son safe from pirates. He's a skilled potter whose work is admired and in demand. He doesn't even set out to spend time with Lady Wakasa (who says, at one point, "You probably think that I'm a ghost.") and certainly never sets out to marry her. In fact the only evidence of Genjuro's bigamy is Lady Wakasa's claim that they were married the previous night while drunk. Possibly in Vegas.

So okay, perhaps he stays with her longer than he should, but he then pays the price by losing all the profit he made from his pots when he awakes and is accused by the soldiers of being a thieving beggar who has taken a sacred sword from a temple. And what has Miyagi done to deserve a random and brutal killing as she carries her little boy home? Nothing, and maybe that's the point, but if so I'm not sure what the point is. Then she remains with her husband as a voice-over ghost, suggesting that there's nothing wrong with having a ghost wife so long as it's the right ghost.

It seems to me that Genjuro and Miyagi, who are good to each other and to their son, suffer unduly while Tobei and Ohama, whose love is hidden behind bickering, achieve redemption. I can't work it out at all.

Still, this is an interesting 'kaidan', very nicely shot and acted though never scary or even spooky and if Lady Wakasa's ghostliness is meant to be a twist, it's a thoroughly obvious one. The title is usually given in its Japanese form because it's not really translatable: 'monogatari' just means story/stories but 'ugetsu' is usually translated as 'pale and mysterious moon after the rain' which is a pretty specific thing to have a word for.

The film is based on two stories by Akinari Ueda which probably explains why the Tobei/Ohama tale and the Genjuro/Miyagi tale don't really have any connection other than the couples being friends and neighbours, the story wobbling rather uncertainly between all four characters. Director Kenzi Mizoguchi was born in 1898 and made his first film in 1922 after a few years as a cross-dressing actor. Ugetsu Monogatari was one of several films he made primarily to be shown at the Venice Film Festival. He also directed the 1941 Loyal 47 Ronin. Cinematographer Kazuo Miyagawa lit Gonza the Spearman, Baby Cart in Peril, Yojimbo, Rashomon and a bundle of Zatoichi movies as well as other films for Mizuguchi.

Also in the cast are Ryosuke Kagawa (Sword of Doom), Shozo Nanbu (Warning from Space) and Ikio Sawamura who was in several Godzilla films as well as Atragon, Frankenstein Conquers the World, The Hidden Fortress, Throne of Blood and two more versions of The Loyal 47 Ronin in 1960 and 1962. It must be something you have to do to get your Japanese Equity card.

MJS rating: B

The Secret Path

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Director: Richard Mansfield 
Writer: Richard Mansfield
Producers: Richard Mansfield, Daniel Mansfield
Cast: Henry Regan, Darren Bransford, Miguel Campbell-Lewis
Country: UK
Year of release: 2014
Reviewed from: online screener
Website: www.facebook.com/SecretPathMovie

The Secret Path is the first live-action feature, and first proper commercial release, from Mansfield Dark Productions – director Richard Mansfield and his husband Daniel. Oh, it’s a modern world.

This is an LGBT horror film which is being marketed more on – and hence more towards – the LGBT side of things than the horror. And I think that’s correct because although it’s a ghost story of sorts, there’s not a great deal here in terms of horror content and it’s really one for completists.

In the early 19th century, Londoner Theo (Henry Regan: Perfect State) and Bristolian Frank (Darren Bransford: Psychosis) are two young gay men wandering through woodland and living rough. For most of the first act, that’s pretty much all they do: they walk and they kiss and they kiss and they walk. Slogging and snogging, basically. Plus one fairly raunchy actual sex scene. There’s a considerable amount of walking in the rest of the film too, which is somewhat confusing to be honest because they don’t seem to be actually going anywhere. This was an age when Shanks’ pony was pretty much the only means of getting around for anyone not rich enough to own a horse, so one assumes that Frank and Theo are on their way somewhere. But repeated shots of a massive country house and the distinctive obelisk in the grounds thereof indicate that in fact the pair are basically staying in the same place. There is some talk early on of waiting until all the servants have left, but they never approach the house and its relevance isn’t clear.

When not wandering through the leafy woodland, the boys indulge in a spot of grave-robbing, cleverly filmed by Mansfield using only tight close-ups of worried faces and sweaty torsos plus judicious sound effects. This works very well, and the implication is that when they have raised enough money the two men will head off somewhere and set up home together, although we never have any clue who they’re selling these bodies to, and we never see a cemetery in daylight.

But grave-robbing isn’t the horror angle here. Theo sees figures – in his dreams and increasingly in the woods while awake. There is a young West Indian man in a tricorn hat (a wonderfully spooky performance from Jamaican Miguel Campbell-Lewis, who was in a stage production of The Signalman), kept just out of focus by Mansfield’s camera to emphasise his otherworldliness, and a mysterious man in a top hat (Daniel Mansfield), spotted only at a great distance. Occasionally Theo has glimpses of someone or something which may be the Devil himself.

To be honest, that’s about it as far as the plot goes. As his animated feature Wolfskin showed, Richard Mansfield isn’t a one for simple, coherent narratives. We find out a bit more about the Caribbean lad and his significance to Theo but much of the film is left for the audience to construct their own interpretations, which some people will like and others won’t.

What I would really have liked more of in the film, to be honest, was characterisation. The two main actors do a fine job and there’s a real sense of affection between the characters, I’ll grant that. I don’t know how accurate this is: my knowledge of Georgian homosexuality is limited and most of the records of the era seem to pertain to society scandals rather than working class couples, although the fact that both men were sailors certainly rings true historically. The early 19th century was an age when pillorying and occasionally hanging for the crime of sodomy was not uncommon, but at the same time there were known ‘molly houses’ in London and other cities. In the countryside, a relationship like Theo and Frank’s would probably be much less bothersome – not that they actually meet anyone in this film anyway.

But what’s missing is any discussion or acknowledgement of what their relationship means in any social or religious context, just lots of cuddles and kisses, which is sweet and all – and they’re both good-looking fellas – but doesn’t really explore the implications of a ‘love that dare not speak its name’ in an era when such was potentially a capital crime and inarguably a one-way ticket to Hell. Whether the ghostly/demonic visions relate to the unnatural, sinful nature of their relationship isn’t clear. I found myself wondering whether the film would be significantly different if Frank and Theo were just mates – if this was less romance, more bromance. Without some sort of anguish over whether what they are doing is right – the sodomy as well as the grave-robbing - I’m not sure it would be.

The whole film has clearly been shot on an absolute shoe-string but by staying almost entirely within the woodland Richard Mansfield has managed to maintain the conceit of his 1810 setting (although I think the haircuts are a bit too modern and both men’s outfits are anachronistically clean and in good repair). The handheld camera is rather too shaky for my liking in places, but the outdoor photography is fine and shows off the locations to good effect.

Aside from those noted, the only credit is for said costumes, which were provided by Ed Holland, so we can assume that everything else was done by Messrs Mansfield and Mansfield. (Holland mainly does theatre shows, including the German version of We Will Rock You, and seems to have a penchant for this particular era so I don’t doubt the authenticity of cut and fabric, just the neatness.)

While I can’t say I got a lot of satisfaction from The Secret Path, nevertheless I really admire what Richard Mansfield is doing in ploughing his own idiosyncratic furrow within contemporary British horror cinema. The Secret Path was released in the UK by TLA Releasing (and as VOD via Blinkbox) in October 2014 following a premiere in Texas in June at a gay horror festival called Fears for Queers! It joins a small but fascinating subgenre of gay British horror which also includes Vampire Diary, The Wolves of Kromer and Unhappy Birthday. Still to come from Mansfield Dark are MR James-ian creepfest The Mothman Curse (aka Who is Coming) and a vampire feature called Drink Me.

MJS rating: B

Nocturnal Activity

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Director: Georg E Lewis
Writer: Enzo McReady
Producer: Steve Lawson
Cast: Raven Lee, Jonathan Hansler, June Bladon
Country: UK
Year of release 2014
Reviewed from: Festival Screening (FFF 2014)

Relatively straightforward horror plot? Check. Plenty of nudity (“the cheapest special effect”)? Check. Long stretches of hot women sensually washing/exploring their bodies? Check. Absolutely minimal production design hidden behind lots of shot-reverse-shot close-ups? Check. Bit of blood and violence right at the end? Check. Agonisingly slow end credits? Check. Knows precisely who it’s aimed at and what those punters want? Check.

After watching the first (and probably only) festival screening of Nocturnal Activity, I turned to executive producer Steve Lawson and observed: “What you’ve got here… is a Fred Olen Ray film.” And he didn’t disagree.

Nocturnal Activity caters for a precise, well-defined – and in film-buying terms, pretty much insatiable – market. Fred knows that market. Steve knows that market. If you want something artistic, thought-provoking or meaningful, I fear you have entered the wrong house today, my friend.

Model Raven Lee stars as Annie, moving into a new apartment where she encounters poltergeist activity. A glass in the living room has moved and broken while she was having a bath. Well, honestly dear, you’ve got no-one to blame except yourself. If you didn’t spend five minutes painstakingly soaping and rinsing each boob individually, you might not have to spend so long in the tub and you could potentially catch that ghost red-handed.

Annie’s landlord is sleazy creep Fitz, played with superb gusto by Jonathan Hansler, a BHR regular whose other gigs include Axed, The Devil’s Business, After Death, Convention of the Dead, Patrol Men, Call of the Hunter and Nightmare Hunters. (On stage, Hansler has portrayed Gene Roddenberry, George Harrison, Peter Cook, George Orwell, Noel Coward and Scott of the Antarctic; in short films he has played Peter Cook, Josef Mengele and Boris Karloff!) Fitz is a completely amoral slimeball who rents his apartment to attractive women and then sells video footage of them (on, improbably, VHS cassettes) to a Russian gangster (whose telephone voice is also Hansler). The previous tenant, Lex (FHM ‘High Street Honey’ Toni Frost) disappeared under mysterious circumstances and Fitz needs to get someone else in there quickly.

Having towelled herself off, Annie hires paranormal investigator Evie Nightingale (June Bladon: Bicycle Day) to find out what’s going on in her flat. Evie discovers that it’s not poltergeist activity (or sort of is, I suppose) but is directly related to Annie. Meanwhile, Fitz has found some old surveillance footage tapes down the back of the sofa which reveal what really happened to Lex. The whole story is framed by a scene of Annie being interviewed by a Police Detective (Steve Dolton, who was in Zombie Undead, Devil’s Tower and a couple of Dave Lilley shorts).

Nocturnal Activity is the directorial debut of Georg E Lewis, who may be a hot new talent or may be an old hand using a judicious pseudonym to distinguish this from more, ahem, respectable motion pictures. Steve Lawson knows, I know, perhaps you know. I’m maintaining discretion on this one. That’s Steve Lawson the director of Insiders and Rites of Passage (now renamed Survival Instinct) by the way, not Steve Lawson the director of Dead Cert and Just for the Record.

Models Tylah Riot and Paige Antonia complete the cast, with ADR voices provided by Valerie Ping and Marilyn McDoon. The only credit I can be sure isn’t a pseudonym is American composer Kevin MacLeod who provides royalty-free music for precisely such low-budget projects as this. And it is low-budget, there’s no doubt about that. The budget was about £1,200 but Lawson and Lewis have spent that wisely, cutting every corner they can in order to put every penny on screen. It is abundantly clear that, a couple of lesbian flashbacks aside, none of the actors were ever in the same room as each other. On the other hand, they did all get paid.

If you’re looking for an erotic horror film with a British setting and cast - unpretentious, unambitious, professionally made, formulaic but not in a bad way - this is for you.

MJS rating: B-

Catalina: A New Kind of Superhero

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Director: Kenneth D Barker
Writer: Kenneth D Barker
Producer: Kenneth D Barker
Cast: Nathan Lubbock-Smith, Laura Martin, George McCluskey
Country: UK
Year of release: 2008
Reviewed from: screener
Website: www.wotr.co.uk

Ken Barker ploughs his own furrow, making films which seem to be somewhere inbetween obviously commercial and defiantly individualistic. His debut feature was the 1999 children’s fantasy adventure Kingdomwhich, while its effects were by necessity a long, long way from Jurassic Park, was nevertheless the first British live-action feature film to include entirely computer-generated characters. You’ve got to give Ken credit for that.

A few years after Kingdom, Ken was kind enough to invite me up to Leeds for a screening of his second feature, Rosetta: Prima Donna Assoluta. In complete contrast to the first film, this is a serious drama, set in 1960s Italy, about an aspiring opera singer. What is frustrating about both these movies is that, unless you know Kenneth D Barker personally, your chances of actually seeing them are virtually zero. Perhaps Catalina: A New Kind of Superhero will be Ken’s breakout picture.

But before we begin, you have to approach a Ken Barker film in the right way. The effects will be cheap but, rather than pushing the cheapness into your face, and rather than over-reaching in defiance of the tiny budget, those effects will be something different and offbeat and imaginative.

Although ostensibly a superhero film - in fact the world’s first transvestite superhero film - Catalina takes a long, long time to reach any superhero stuff. The first twenty minutes is all space operatics, interspersed with numerous short captions about people and planets. In a nutshell, there is a very rare element (called Thrixium) which is only found on one planet and there is a distinctly bad fellow (called General Krillgarth the Negative, played by George McCluskey - The Zombie King, The Last Transmission - without anywhere near enough bombast) who wants it for himself. I think it’s vital for some super-weapon or something although Krillgarth seems to have plenty of weaponry on his space fleet already. There are various space battles and Krillgarth is captured by some sort of Galactic Senate (or something) one member of which lives on Earth.

This alien-disguised-as-middle-aged-woman (Martina McClements, who was a nurse in a few Emmerdale episodes in 2008 and is also a dancer and choreographer) is tending her flowers when the call comes through and she is teleported away to do her senatorial duty. Although she does reappear briefly at the end, the fact that she is living on Earth as a human is never explained or explored and seems to have no relevance.

So anyway, Krillgarth can’t be executed because that would make him a martyr so he’s going to be exiled. He’s put onto a spaceship, the pilot of which (Matt Cain) has a touching but completely irrelevant vidphone conversation with his girlfriend (Jennifer E Jordan) before blast off.

This whole prologue goes on far, far too long and could have been summed up in a couple of minutes: very evil, very dangerous space criminal being transported into exile. That’s all we need to know. Frankly, that’s all we do know because despite the sequence going on for so long, the actual details of Krillgarth’s crimes are as complex as they are irrelevant to the plot.

It is possible however that there were some clear explanations that I missed because I was distracted by the spaceships. In a valiant attempt to depict massive interstellar space battles between rival fleets, Ken has gone for the unusual step of depicting all the spaceships using cut-out, flat images. Craft can go left, right, up, down, whizzing everywhere in two dimensions. Sometimes they even go towards or away from us by simply being enlarged or shrunk. But of course, however much they may twist and turn, the pattern of shadows on the spaceships remains constant - because they are, to all intents and purposes, photos.

It would be very easy to mock this technique and I’m sure some people will do but I prefer to think of it as a clever trick which not only gives the film greater scope but also provides a unique, frankly Gilliam-esque air to the proceedings. Once you get used to it, this cut-out spaceship thing is actually great fun. And it’s not like Catalina: A New Kind of Superhero takes itself seriously.

No, the problem here lies not in the effects but in the whole space thing dragging on so that we’re a full twenty minutes into the film before we even meet our central character. And it will be another twenty minutes before we see any superpowers.

Ben Gerick (Italia Conti-trained Nathan Lubbock-Smith, who was a prefect in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) is a hotshot young executive in a successful law-firm, working his way up both the company ladder and the floors of the office block. But there is something that neither his snooty posh girlfriend Philomena (South African radio presenter Cleone Cassidy) nor his work buddy Imran (Waleed Khalid, who played the Ernie Hudson character in a student remake of Ghostbusters!) know about him. When he’s alone, Ben likes nothing more than to kick back and relax in a bra, blouse, skirt and pair of slingbacks. Thus clad, he is watching telly when Philly unexpectedly walks in and demands to know who he is.

Now this bit caught me off-guard. We hadn’t met Philomena before so it took me a while to realise that the woman who unlocked the front door and walked in as if she owned the place was actually Ben’s girlfriend (with her own front door key). Because her reaction, on spotting the person on the sofa is not, “Oh my God, Ben, what are you doing?” but rather, “Who the hell are you?” I was confused. Was Ben in someone else’s flat? Was he taking transvestism to a new level which involved not only wearing women’s clothes but also sitting on women’s sofas watching women’s televisions in women’s city centre apartments?

Eventually I realised: this is his girlfriend and she doesn’t know that’s Ben. And the cause of my confusion is simply this: tranny Ben doesn’t wear a wig. He mousses up his normally straight, short, fair hair a bit but that doesn’t substantially alter his appearance. With a long, dark wig on, Philly’s confusion would be credible. Her boyfriend has short, fair hair; there’s a young woman with long, dark hair sitting on her boyfriend’s settee; what’s going on? But this young woman she confronts has short, fair hair, very like Ben’s and consequently the distinctive shape of Ben’s face (which a wig would alter) remains the same old fizzog she’s used to and should recognise.

In a nutshell, the person on Philomena’s boyfriend’s sofa does not look like a woman, it just looks like Philomena’s boyfriend in a blouse and a skirt. In fact, Ben actually has small sideburns and no amount of eye-shadow or lippy is going to distract attention away from them.

On the one hand, there’s a degree of accuracy here. I’ve known several transvestites in my time - hey, it’s a modern world - and they were mostly nice enough blokes. But the one thing they all had in common - and I believe this to be a general tendency among those who partake of this particular lifestyle - is that not one of them looked like a woman. It’s a cruel irony that those men who want to dress as women are those with the least feminine body shape and build. Every tranny I have ever met has looked like a bloke in a dress. Whereas, on the other side of the irony equation, I’ve seen some straight fellas togged up in female fancy dress so realistic that even their close friends are completely taken in.

That’s the way the world works, I’m afraid. Only those men who don’t get a kick out of women’s clothes can get away with looking like a woman rather than a bloke in a dress. One of the reasons why Eddie Izzard was always able to get away with looking stylish in a skirt was that he made no attempt to ‘be’ a woman. Remember, he used to say: “They’re not women’s clothes, they’re mine.”

So the fact than Ben, in a skirt, simply looks like Ben in a skirt is true to life. Philomena’s failure to recognise him... well, that’s very Lois Lane. As has often been pointed out, the central love triangle of the Superman mythos is based entirely on Lois Lane’s inability to recognise her boyfriend without his glasses. Similarly, central to Catalina is Philomena’s inability to recognise her boyfriend with a dab of make-up and his haired slightly mussed.

Thinking on his feet, Ben adopts a falsetto voice and claims to be his own sister whom he names ‘Catalina’ because - I kid you not - he was reading a magazine about flying boats. It’s a great name - and a great aeroplane - but man, where do you even find a magazine about flying boats? All kudos to whoever located that prop.

In a scene that maybe should have been played a bit more farcically, Ben retreats into the bedroom, has a conversation with himself and emerges in men’s gear, saying that his sister is feeling tired and is having a lie-down. While the quick change act is believable, you do wonder how he’s managed to get the make-up off so thoroughly and so quickly, not to mention getting his hair back to its original style. And remember, this is before he gets any superpowers.

All this malarkey takes another twenty minutes. If this was on celluloid we would be two reels in by now and the projectionist would be wondering whether he had threaded up the wrong movie. At the forty-minute mark, the story goes back to General Krillgarth, being transported to his planned exile.

Something goes wrong - possibly the transport ship is attacked by some of Krillgarth’s troops - so the pilot and prisoner are forced to abandon ship in an escape pod, heading towards a nearby blue-green planet. In a notable contrast to the massive over-the-top security around the prisoner in The Planet, there’s just this one guy and in the escape pod the two men have to lie down next to each other (subtext ahoy! - maybe not...) without the prisoner being restrained in any way. As the pod hurtles towards Earth (specifically West Yorkshire - well, why not?), Krillgarth attacks the pilot and then actually leaps out of the little spaceship, several metres above ground, moments before it crashes into a park. The pilot also survives, just.

This crash is witnessed by Ben-in-drag and the injured pilot gives him a glowing ball (about the size of a cricket ball) which is made of Thrixium and which somehow embeds itself inside Ben’s chest. That rotten old General Krillgarth, before leaping from the crashing escape pod, snatched a glowing ball of Thrixium off the pilot... but the pilot tricked him, letting him take a fake glowing ball of something else.

The question is: if this stuff is so valuable and if Krillgarth was prepared to lay waste to planets to get his hands on it, why was a lump of it being transported in the pocket of the solitary crewmember of the spaceship which was charged with transporting the unrestrained prisoner into exile? I fear that Ken’s script comes apart around here. It’s all very well having a McGuffin - for that is what the Thrixium assuredly is - but that McGuffin must be consistent in its concept. There is just no reason for the pilot to be carrying Thrixium (plus a dummy Thrixium ball, just in case his prisoner decides to pinch it) except to give Krillgarth a reason to hunt down Ben on Earth.

Everything gets a but confused from this point on, to be honest. The main thing is that Ben discovers he now has ‘superpowers’ - basically telekinesis, which he tests by changing the TV channel without using the remote! - but only when he’s in drag, which somehow causes the Thrixium ball in his chest to glow.

Hang on a moment, doesn’t this sound familiar? A good alien and a bad alien both crash onto Earth and the good alien, in dying, passes a glowing item to a human which sits on that human’s chest and gives him incredible superpowers, with which he can vanquish the evil alien. Isn’t this the Ultraman origin story? Yes indeed, as originally recounted back in the 1960s and re-recounted in start-from-scratch reinventions such as Ultraman: The Next, that’s how Ultraman came to be. Kenneth Barker has, possibly unwittingly, written and directed a cross-dressing British remake of Ultraman!

But anyway things, as I say, get complicated from hereon. There are quite a few other characters. Krillgarth acquires a working class female assistant (‘Kylie the Chav Git’, adroitly played by Laura Martin with precisely the comic touch that the character requires) who is too thick to realise that she’s dealing with an alien warlord while Ben/Catalina meets a Chinese hacker named Dr Xan Terminus (Jeremy Tiang, who was in Dean M Drinkel’s production of Clive Barker’s Frankenstein in Love) who seems like he’ll be the superhero’s sidekick but gets killed a couple of scenes later. Philly splits up with Ben, not over his crossdressing but over the lack of trust exemplified by the fact that they went out for three years without him even mentioning his sister. Ben seeks (a quantum of) solace in his old friend from university, Casey (Gemma Head, a regular with Murder One Theatre Company) who is astute enough to already know about his cross-dressing and who insists on ‘rehearsing’ a rather saccharine song for Ben (and us). Fortunately Ben meets a girl named Kerry (Anna Fiorentini, who runs her own award-winning theatre and film school in London) in an art gallery who, in the final scene, accepts his sexual quirk.

There is also an inexplicable subplot about a scientist named (according to the credits) Professor Critchon (Warwick St.John, who was in The Seamstress with Marysia Kay) who has hooked a badly scarred, badly injured man up to a computer. Ro Goodwin is under the prosthetic make-up and wires, credited as ‘Mainframe Symbiot’; he also plays ‘Man in Theatre’, ‘Space Command Officer’ and something/someone called Yatook Boze. I couldn’t follow this part of the story at all, to be honest, and its connection with the main Ben/Catalina/Krillgarth plot remains a mystery to me. On top of all this, Sarah Waddell turns up as a deeply irritating Scottish character with multiple personalities (but only one trouser suit) who is credited as ‘The Enigma aka The Tritium Gang’. She is also looking for Ben and/or the Thrixium for some reason.

As for Krillgarth, there’s some sort of climactic showdown where Ben/Catalina whooshes off up into space to battle the bad guy. (There was no previous indication that he could either fly or survive in a vacuum but Ben - and indeed Ken - seems to have assumed that these capabilities are integral to generic ‘superpowers’). I think he flings all of Krillgarth’s spaceships into a black hole or something. To be honest, I had difficulty following this bit, not least because I was disappointed at the realisation that we weren’t going to see this ‘new kind of superhero’ actually doing any superhero stuff.

Call me picky, but in a superhero movie I expect some crimefighting. I realise that the archetypal superhero, Superman, is an alien and so many (not all, by any means) superhero tales involve some degree of extraterrestrial shenanigans. But surely ‘heroics’ are integral to ‘superheroics’: defence of the weak, punishment of the wicked etc. Aren’t those the tropes that define the superhero mythos as a genre? Granted, there are exceptions. Ultraman, for starters, but Ultraman is almost his own subgenre and his role is to act as Earth’s defender, growing to giant size and wrestling monsters, rather than being a ‘superhero’ per se.

Defeating some intergalactic villain whose sole aim is to retrieve the glowing ball which gives our protagonist his ‘powers’ is just unsatisfying. It makes Catalina a new kind of space soldier, not superhero. Rather than that endless first reel of spaceships whizzing back and forth and Galactic Senate deliberating, couldn’t we have had a sequence in the middle of the film, inbetween Ben discovering his powers and Ben defeating Krillgarth, when ‘Catalina’ finds him/herself using these superpowers in an Earthbound setting, scaring off muggers, rescuing trapped people from buildings, saving potential suicides - all the while generating confusion among people as to who (or indeed, what) this new superhero could be? Because that’s what the premise of the film promises. And this could have provided a build-up to the climactic battle with Krillgarth which, as it is, is both too sudden and too swift. There’s no real sense of achievement and afterwards there’s no real sense of resolution when Ben is contacted by the Galactic Senate (who appear in the sky like Yoda, Obi-Wan and Anakin) asking him if he wants to keep his powers. It’s not as if he has to give them up to be with Kerry, the woman he now loves, so his shrugging them off is almost incidental.

Basically, he acquires superpowers, bustles about for a bit, gets chased by the villain who wants the Thrixium then kicks some arse in outer space and comes home. There’s no build-up to all this and, I’ll say it again, the lack of any actual superhero-stuff leaves the viewer dissatisfied. It’s like there’s a missing reel or something.

Don’t get me wrong, there is stuff to enjoy in Catalina, not least a corking central performance by Nathan Lubbock-Smith, both in and out of drag (he even says, “I’m a lady,” at one point). Some of the other cast are good too (others less so) and the actual direction of scenes is fine. Camera-work and editing are good although the sound is poor with many of the alien voices (in the space battles and on a little digital computer-monkey-thing that Krillgarth steals from the escape pod) treated beyond the point of intelligibility. And some of the (human) dialogue is simply too quiet to make out clearly, which is a shame.

But it’s the script where Catalina hits its biggest problem. It’s not just that it’s top heavy with this massive, unnecessary prologue about Krillgarth, it simply never explores the premise of a transvestite superhero. Which, let’s face it, is what the punters are here to see. The fact that only Catalina has the powers, not Ben, is simply glossed over. We never find out how it affects Ben and it never affects anyone else because he doesn’t actually do any of the crime-fighting that we’re expecting. It’s a quirk but it’s irrelevant to the film’s actual plot and that can’t help but leave audiences disappointed and frustrated.

Catalina simply doesn’t do anything unique or distinctive that would justify the ‘new kind of superhero’ tag. Somewhere along the way, Ken has become distracted with all his neat cut-out spaceships and other effects and forgotten about the central selling point of the film. Even when Catalina flings Krillgarth into that black hole, it’s really just Ben doing the flinging. Yes, he’s wearing a skirt. So what? Krillgarth never even notices. And it’s not like most other superheroes wear three-piece suits or T-shirts and jeans. Wearing a skirt is not that much more outrageous than wearing your underpants outside your tights, is it?

And if Superman wears tights, how ‘new’ can the concept of a cross-dressing superhero actually be?

But Catalina is a British superhero - and that is indeed something rare and unusual, if not completely new. British superheroes are few and far between. There’s Marvel Comics’ Captain Britain of course and Zenith in 2000AD of yore and on screen we’ve had a couple of sitcoms: My Hero and No Heroics. And there’s the occasional porn spoof; I’m reasonably certain that Boobwoman was a British production (don’t ask). So a new British superhero feature is to be celebrated. But it pains me to say that Catalina just doesn’t hit that mark. Too much space opera, not enough superhero stuff and frankly not enough cross-dressing stuff either. Perhaps if the film was marketed as a sci-fi film about a threat to Earth, viewers might have a clearer idea going in what they were about to watch. Because if you promise a viewer one thing and deliver something different, the quality of the production becomes less important than the viewer’s expectations and almost unavoidable disappointment.

Ken pulled quadruple duty as writer, director, producer and editor with James Ritchie as associate producer. The film was shot in HD by Jun Keung Cheung who also photographed Steve Rehman’s psychological chiller The Shadow and Christopher Hutchins’ sci-fi/horror picture Horace K48. No production designer is credited but the art director was Daniel Holloway.

Effectsland ‘a subsidiary company of WOTR Ltd’ (ie. Ken’s prodco, Water on the Rock) is credited with ‘visual effects, 2D models and compositing’ while Dark Raven Digital (who also worked on Kingdom, Rosetta, Ironwerkz, The Demon Within and The Witches Hammer) provided ‘additional visual effects’. Gary Rowntree’s GazMask Studio handled ‘live action prosthetics, miniatures, special make-up and Alien Ambassador design.’ Also in the cast are Bob Mallow (who played Archduke Franz Ferdinand in a short film called Turner’s War) and Anthony James Berowne (who was in Rosetta and also in Charly Cantor’s Blood).

All credit to Kenneth D Barker who, together with his cast and crew, has put a lot of hard work into Catalina: A New Kind of Superhero, as evidenced by the copyright date of ‘2005-2008’. But I fear that somewhere during the film’s protracted genesis the basic concept of a transvestite superhero has been mislaid. The whole cross-dressing thing is simply never explored and is entirely irrelevant to the main plot - and would still be so, even if Catalina looked more like a drag queen and less like a bloke in a skirt.

I really enjoyed some aspects of this film, not least the performances by Nathan Lubbock-Smith, Laura Martin and others and the funky cut-out spaceship battles. But the script is so crammed with ideas and characters that there’s no room left for the central premise. It pains me to point out that Catalina simply isn’t a new kind of superhero.

MJS rating: C+

Underground

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Director: Chee Keong Cheung
Writers: Chee Keong Cheung, Oliver Morran
Producers: Chee Keong Cheung, Oliver Morran, Mark Strange
Cast: Mark Strange, Nathan Lewis, Fidel Nanton
Country: UK
Year of release: 2007
Reviewed from: UK DVD

Underground is probably the most professional-looking British martial arts picture I have seen. It is slickly directed with no punches pulled on the production values. Camera-work and editing are top-notch, there is an excellent original score and the fight direction is seamless, with very realistic make-up effects used to depict the results.

None of the above, however, prevents Underground from being the most mind-numbingly boring martial arts film I have ever sat through.

There is no plot, there are no characters. There is just a series of fights between people we neither know nor care about, interspersed with brief, narrated infodumps about these fighters and other people we neither know nor care about. The one and only thing that kept my interest was waiting to see how they would resolve the problem of starting with twelve fighters since any knockout tournament needs a number of contestants that is a power of two. (The film was eventually retitled 12.)

The set-up is that a high-stakes underground no-holds-barred fight tournament has been arranged by ... someone. We’re never told the guy’s name (or anything at all about him - he doesn’t even get his own infodump) but he is credited as ‘Fidel’ and played by Fidel Nanton. He has gathered twelve fighters who are referred to by simplistic monickers that reflect the shallowness of the ‘characterisation’. One is called ‘The Soldier’ because he’s a soldier; another is ‘The Homeless’ because he’s homeless; another is ‘The Kid’ because he’s young. You get the picture.

Also assembled are six rich-but-bored people who each put up £200,000 to ‘back’ two fighters. The £1.2m pot will be split between half a million for the winning fighter, half a million for their backer and the balance to Fidel who introduces each bout personally. These backers are given proper names but otherwise have no more depth to them than the fighters.

There is some nonsense near the start about how all this is being filmed through CCTV cameras and broadcast over the web to selected audiences but the only acknowledgement of this is the occasional black and white shot with a date, time and [rec] in the corner. However, such shots are randomly distributed throughout the film and none of them bear any relation to actual CCTV footage in terms of framing or angle - in fact most of them seem to be handheld.

The dozen contestants supposedly live together for the duration of the tournament - like some ultraviolent version of Fame Academy - but we are shown virtually nothing of this. In fact, we’re shown virtually nothing of anything.

Here’s how it goes for the first round: the backers decide on two fighters, each of whom is then introduced with a brief, clumsy, narrated infodump flashback which nevertheless fails to tell us anything about them. Then you get the fight itself, which lasts no more than a minute or two. Each fight takes place in a different location with a small circle of twenty or so friends and associates standing dangerously close (and no sign of any cameras, but then nobody mentions the ‘reality TV’ angle after the first five minutes). And we only know that these people cheering around the edge are friends and associates because in the Soldier’s first fight, half of them wear camo gear.

After one fighter has smashed the other’s face in, usually with a flying kick, Fidel declares them the winner and we cut back to the rich bastards around their table.

This takes us through the first six monotonous fights, the mechanical ‘story’ interrupted occasionally for a brief, clumsy, narrated infodump about one of the backers - which nevertheless fails to tell us anything about them.

Then, before the second round, we’re treated to a montage of shots from the first six fights. Because they were so good we must want to see them again.

The second round improves on the first but only because it involves fewer fights and is therefore shorter. Actually, there is a hint of a storyline when ‘The Foreigner’ (because he’s Chinese) and ‘The Delinquent’ (because he’s young and a bad’un) face each other as those two have shared a couple of very short atypical scenes that weren’t either fights or infodump flashbacks. But nothing - precisely nothing - is made of the conflicted loyalties which such a situation could present.

With only three fighters left, each is given a solo gig, facing off against two unnamed fighters, using weapons. This isn’t terribly fair as ‘The Homeless’ has to use a sword against two blokes with swords, ‘The Ex-Convict’ has to use two short poles against a brace of fighters each armed with two short poles (there’s probably a poncy Chinese name for two short poles but I don’t know what it is) and ‘The Foreigner’ has a sword but is facing a couple of fellas armed with some sort of long, bamboo quarterstaffs. So it’s not very equal - although by a stroke of good fortune each fighter is adept at the particular weapon they’re given.

The idea is that whichever two fighters “complete the task” quickest will go through to the final. It’s not stated precisely what constitutes ‘completion of the task’ (probably because the film-makers didn’t think it through) but that becomes moot as one of the contestants dies. Ho hum.

As the clock ticked down on this will-sapping ninety-minute movie, my hopes of some sort of storyline appearing gradually faded. Eventually there were only two fighters left and they had a big fight and one of them won. The end. Who cares?

There’s just nothing here. Yes, there’s production values and some short sequences of well-choreographed screen-fighting but what the film-makers have forgotten is that a fight is only interesting if we care who wins. And we don’t. In not one of the thirteen fights crammed into this hour and a half do the audience have any incentive to root for one person over another. What the film-makers have also forgotten is that calling somebody ‘The Something’ and having a narrator describe their background in a couple of sentences isn’t the same as giving them a character. And that a knockout tournament cannot constitute a plot on its own.

It’s also worth observing that despite the notional concept of a ‘no holds barred’ freestyle tournament all twelve fighters use exactly the same sort of flashy kickboxing techniques. None of them display any kind of distinctive combat style which might at least have served to distinguish one identikit fight scene from the rest and there is no sign of the eye-gouging, balls-kicking or other unfair play which one would expect in a notionally illegal, unregulated underground prize fight.

This is - if I may coin a phrase - martial arts porn. It’s kickboxing for kickboxing’s sake with no more similarity to a real action movie than a collection of cum-shots has to an erotic thriller. I’m sure there are people out there who want to see this sort of thing but there aren’t any in this house. I sat through it all dutifully though my finger hovered over the fast-forward button and I probably would have skipped through the fights if they hadn’t been so brief that I was sure to overshoot and have to waste time rewinding to find the start of the next dull, narrated infodump.

There are two ironies here. One is the matter of production values. This looks great: really, really professional and slick. Can’t fault the look, but why couldn’t that sort of effort have been put into something with a plot? The other irony is that there is in fact a story here to be had if someone had bothered to write it. If all the tedious scenes of the backers glowering at each other, all the tedious (occasionally repetitive) infodumps about who has a score to settle, who has a family etc, and all the well-choreographed but pointless fights had been either heavily truncated or ditched entirely, there would have been room for us to get to know the fighters. We could have learned who they were, what motivated them, what they cared about, how they related to each other and, crucially, what they thought of the rich bastards encouraging them to fight. Then we might have cared which ones had the shit kicked out of them.

More pertinently, the rich, bored bastard backers could have provided an effective contrast to the gritty reality of the fighters: Caesar’s court to the gladiators. Yet apparently the folk who made this film failed to realise that when rich, powerful people meet all the interesting stuff happens outside the boardroom as they try to forge alliances and/or stab each other in the back. People sitting at a table with fixed smiles is dull the first time you see it and gets no more interesting after an hour and a half.

Despite its undoubted technical quality (some dodgy acting aside - but then fortunately no scene lasts longer than about 45 seconds and nobody is ever called on to say more than about two lines in one go) Underground/12 is an empty, soulless waste of everyone’s time. If you enjoy this sort of thing (and somebody must) then good luck to you but it behoves me to point out that there are training videos with just as much plot but longer and more interesting fights.

A bunch of DVD extras include no fewer then twelve ‘deleted scenes’ which offered some hope that there might be a story after all but in fact these add up to only ten and a half minutes between them and are either too brief or too boring to add anything to the film. These include an unbelievably tedious scene of the twelve fighters arriving one by one and lining up plus, bizarrely, three complete fights filmed in entirely different locations to the equivalent ones in the finished movie.

The dirty dozen ‘actors’ here include Mark Strange (who had bit parts in The Medallion and The Twins Effect), Joey Ansah (The Bourne Ultimatum, Left for Dead), relentlessly publicised ‘UK’s powerful princess’ Zara Phythian and The Silencer himself Glenn Salvage. The backers include EastEnders’ Leonard Fenton (also in The Zombie Diaries), Red Dwarf’s Danny John-Jules (the only regular presenter on CBeebies who also appeared in Blade II), Family Affairs’ Gary Webster (who was in an episode of Urban Gothic) and Intergalactic Combat’s ‘Alexander the Great’ Gordon Alexander. Many of the cast subsequently appeared in British director Chee Keong Cheung’s second feature, the Hong Kong-shot actioner Bodyguard: A New Beginning.

Jake Corbett and Simon Dennis share cinematography and can walk away from this with their heads held high, as can editor Mark Towns (Gnaw). Jenny Cochrane provided the cuts and bruises make-up, Sarah Littlemore handled art direction and the effective score was courtesy of Stuart Hancock who also provided some of the music for Creature Comforts! The fights were arranged by Dave Forman (Batman Begins, Phoo Action, assorted Doctor Who episodes) and Matt Routledge (director of Mersey Cop).

Copyrighted 2006, Underground played festivals for a year or two before a UK DVD release in mid-2009; it has also been released in the USA, Poland, Argentina and Japan. But honestly this is the least satisfying, most tedious, most plotless thing I have seen since Breathe Safely (though mercifully it’s not quite that bad and at least had a budget in excess of £4.50). Nevertheless, I find it hard to think of this as a film. It’s more of a filmoid: something which has the approximate shape of a film but is missing essential characteristics such as characters and plot.

MJS rating: D+

interview: Cory Turner

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Cory Turner, director of Savage Spiritand They Feed, kindly answered some questions from me when I e-mailed him in July 2006.

Where did the inspiration for Savage Spirit come from?
“As a young boy I was terrified by a 1980s movie titled The Changeling starring George C Scott. Since then I have always been intrigued by ghost stories. So when our producer rep called wanting a really gory movie loaded with beautiful women, I figured this would be a great opportunity to give a ghost a try.”

How did you assemble your cast and crew?
“We were fortunate enough to work with some great people on They Feed. Drew Waters was in that film and has become our Actor Liaison on this project. Our goal was to take such good care of actors that they would want to work with us again. We assisted them with their reels and made sure to let them know how special they are to us.

“At the film’s premiere we thanked them individually and made sure they understood that the movie’s success was a result of their hard work and talent. As a result, they not only want to work with us again, but they are telling others to work with us. Take good care of them and they will take good care of you.

“As for as crew goes, I am blessed with the best people in the world to work with, including Ben who is a hero. Evil John Mays happened to be at a convention we were attending and the rest is history. You dream it and he’ll make it even bloodier.”

What lessons that you learned from your first film were you able to apply to this one?
“Making a movie is the most rewarding stress trip you can take. I do a lot of consulting for producers and directors looking to make their first films and I state to all of them: ‘You are about to get into a train wreck. You may walk away and get on another train, or you may decide it’s not the right thing for you, but either way it is going to be one heck of a ride.’

“I think the most important thing I got from They Feed was the confirmation of my belief that if you keep a level head, if you keep your emotions in check and handle everything in a calm and professional manner, then those around you will trust your instincts and work even harder for you. It’s hard to be inspired by a director who blows their top every time a light bulb blows out. You follow that person by fear. But if you can inspire people and let them know they can trust you and be safe with you, they will in turn inspire you with their level of work.

“That is how our set was run on They Feed, and because of that people are being drawn to our productions.”

What sorts of constraints of time, money, equipment etc. were you under?
“Since we didn’t have presale money, we were under every constraint you can think of. When you try to raise money for a movie, people just stare at you. Movies are just dreams, it is hard for people to understand that you can make them and make money at them. So most of the money was raised in-house. Because of that everything had to happen quick.

“Principle photography took nine days. From the day we started writing the script till the day the completed DVD was on our rep’s desk was 74 days. (I got pneumonia otherwise it would have been 60 days.) Luckily we have our own equipment so that wasn’t that bad. We have upgraded our audio equipment since then.”

How closely does the finished film match what you set out to make?
“We have big budget scripts, we have mid level scripts, and then we have these fun movies. Keeping in mind what this film was meant to do, I would say we did a really good job. If I had to be hard on anything, it would be a directing error that I made. I did not deliver a vital point that is beginning to haunt me in all interview and reviews.

“In my mind’s eye, the matter of soundproof walls wasn’t an issue because once the ghost was engaged with you, you were no longer of this realm. For instance the blood and bodies disappearing. So when you were fighting the ghost, you were in the same place the ghost was, so your screams wouldn’t be heard.

“I attempted to deliver this information during the death scene in the bathroom which was being seen on the TV. There was no sound coming from the TV and if you listen closely, when the camera is in the bathroom during the death scene you can hear her screams and the sound of the couple banging on the door, but when the camera is outside the bathroom, you only hear the couple banging on the door. I was far too subtle in my delivery of those thoughts so most people, rightfully so, think we screwed up. It was a good lesson for me.”

What future projects do you have lined up?
“We have a suspense thriller that will have name talent and will be a mid level film for us which we plan on filming toward the end of the year. We just wrapped on an incredible children’s DVD entitled Mr Heath. It is geared for kids aged one year to six years. It is already being picked up by large retailers within the US and we are hoping to find distribution in other countries as well. As for our fun Savage Spirit type movies, we are trying to get a lot of fan input. From bigfoot to zombies, we can make it, we just want to know what our fans are hungry for.”
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