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The Harsh Light of Day

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Director: Oliver S Milburn
Writer: Oliver S Milburn
Producer: Emma Biggins
Cast: Dan Richardson, Giles Alderson, Sophie Linfield
Country: UK
Year of release: 2012
Reviewed from: screener (Left Films)
Website:
www.harshlightofday.com

When Left Films released The Dead and the Damned in the UK, the title was cheekily changed to Cowboys and Zombies to ride a little of the Cowboys and Aliens promo-wave. Left are releasing this UK indie into selected cinemas a couple of months after big budget Bruce Willis actioner The Cold Light of Day but there’s no title change here. Young director Oliver S Milburn called his film The Harsh Light of Day - and it’s a great title for a vampire picture. (Also worth noting that neither film has anything to do with the boring, Richard Driscoll-produced Dennis Nilsen biopic Cold Light of Day.)

This is an impressive debut, an original twist on the vampire subgenre which pulls several other types of horror films into the frame too. Dan Richardson stars as Daniel Shergold, a writer who has just completed a book on the occult, with Niki Felstead as his wife Maria. Richardson has subsequently made Vamlet, a Canadian production which isn’t actually a vampire version of Hamlet, it’s a mockumentary about an attempt to make a vampire version of Hamlet.

On the night of Daniel's book launch party, the couple’s home is broken into by three masked men who throw Daniel downstairs then attack Maria. Paralysed, Daniel lies in agony screaming to his so-close-but-so-far wife, then forcefully drags himself upstairs, too late.

Milburn (and editor David Spragg) do a great job with this set-up sequences, cutting between the launch party, the drive home, the evening in, the masked figures approaching and the start of the attack itself. The film (which runs a nice, tight 80 minutes) then wastes no time in moving on to some time later: Daniel is in a wheelchair, attended by a helper named Fiona (Sophie Linfield: Underground, Never Play with the Dead).

Voice-on-the-phone McMahon (Lockhart Ogilvie: Demon) was a vital source of info for Daniel’s book and now offers to help, via an intermediary, so into Shergold’s life comes a character called Infumari who is, we fairly swiftly deduce, a vampire. Not that the V-word is ever used in this movie. This is Giles Alderson, possibly the busiest male actor in the British horror. He was previously a vampire in Night Junkies and has also appeared in (or will appear soon in) E’gad Zombies!, Till Sunset, The Torment, The Nephilim, Stalled and Tales of the Supernatural.

So the basic schtick here is that Daniel becomes a vampire and is able to use his new powers to hunt down the bastards who murdered his wife. But this is no cheesy B-movie. These vampires (like Alderson’s turn on Night Junkies) are living beings, not supernatural entities, and don’t have those silly, impractical teeth. What they have is increased strength, a thirst for human blood (or raw meat, at a pinch) and immortality, which translates into extremely fast healing of wounds - including Daniel’s broken spine.

There’s plenty of angst and introspection in this middle act, courtesy of a fine, often wordless performance by Richardson. What’s less effective (and less clear) is the means by which he actually identifies and locates his quarry. A certain amount of animalistic sniffing, even at this late remove, somehow brings up a combination of smells which lead to a search for a butcher’s shop, a pet shop and a brothel all in close proximity. He also somehow remembers the face of one of the men, even though they wore masks.

Even if we scoot over the basic problems with this section, it’s difficult to see why the three establishments must all be within a few hundred yards. I mean, I buy meat from the butcher just up the road, but I get the guinea pigs’ hay from a pet shop a couple of miles away, near where my brother-in-law lives. And if I was ever going to frequent a house of ill repute, it certainly wouldn’t be round here or round there.

It could be argued that, once he has remembered a face, Daniel could have just gone straight back to the police. But little things like his working legs and his photophobic, forced nocturnal existence somewhat prevent this. No play is made of this irony, but then I’ve only just thought of it myself.

The tracking down of the thugs (and the guiding hand behind them) is suitably satisfying and makes The Harsh Light of Day a revenge thriller too. A decent, middle-class man taking violent, remorseless revenge on those who attacked his family. It’s a scenario we’ve seen all too often in horror cinema but rarely in Britain and very rarely over here in recent years. The rationale behind the attack moves the film into another horror subgenre, which I won’t identify here, and there’s even about five minutes of found-footage style camera-work where we see everything that happens through a camcorder.

The film stumbles towards the end, climaxing too early and then hitting the brakes for an overlong and misplaced conversation between Infumari and Daniel about the pros and cons of the vampire life. This should have happened earlier in the story so that we could move swiftly from the violent denouement to the poignant epilogue. It could also have done with a few more passes because this (and some of the other dialogue, to be honest) is a little prosaic. Things are described and explained instead of being alluded too. It’s all a bit too Q&A. Here’s the secret of good movie dialogue: instead of Q&A, structure your conversations as Q&Q or A&A. It always sounds zippier. Or if you must have Q&A dialogue, the characters need to be doing something unrelated, not just sitting in a living room.

The impression I get is that Oliver S Milburn is stronger as a director than as a writer, though let me stress that I’m picking nits here. While I’m at it, Samuel Stewart’s photography is good but suffers a little from a touch of the old video-look; more a technical than artistic problem, I think. But the sound quality is excellent throughout and Jeremy Howard provides a fine score.

The Harsh Light of Day is a storming debut and a gripping, thought-provoking, serious, very British horror film. Recommended viewing, and let’s see what Milburn comes up with next.

MJS rating: A-
review originally posted 18th April 2012

Haunted Night

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Director: Teratorn Siripanwaraporn
Writer: Watinee Orakorn
Producer: Ongart Singlumpong
Cast: Suvinit Panjamawut, Manusnun Punlertwongsakul, Tawut Tutsanapolpinij
Year of release: 2004
Country: Thailand
Reviewed from: Thai VCD


Here is yet another in the seemingly bottomless well of Asian ‘high school ghost movies’. It all started, I guess, in Japan then spread to Korea with films like Whispering Corridors and Memento Mori, and shortly afterwards reached Thailand. 303: Fear, Faith, Revenge was the first Thai high school ghost flick that I saw; I don’t know how many others there are but I would imagine a fair few.

Haunted Night (Pom Lon) concerns three friends: Danthai is a good-looking guy (Suvinit Panjamawut from Jan Dara, Ong-Bak and Three), Yadfon is a good-looking girl and Kong is a slightly geeky-looking guy. Back when they were about nine or ten they went exploring a haunted house on a rainy night, together with hulking school bully Tongkon. On discovering a trapdoor, Tongkon insisted on exploring the cellar alone. The others latched the trap after him then left and Tongkong was never seen again.

Seven years later, the bully they killed is back to haunt them, still looking like his ten-year-old self and still wearing the same green rain mac that he wore on that night. The film flicks between the present day and seven years ago, and kudos to the casting director (or possibly the make-up artist) for finding three child actors who look so much like their teenage versions.

There’s a nice spooky opening as two teenage girls walk along the balcony of an apartment block. As Girl A is chatting, the camera zooms in slightly on her and we lose sight of Girl B. Girl A turns to her friend - and she is nowhere to be seen. The balcony is empty, but a glance over the side and there is Girl B spreadeagled on the concrete three floors below. Girl A runs down the stairs but when she reaches the spot, the body has disappeared and as she looks around in bewilderment, Girl B runs up to her, breathlessly, having chased her downstairs.

During the opening conversation, Girl B’s dialogue was muted slightly with no background noise and I wondered if this was simply bad ADR work, but in fact there is a narrative reason for this which plays out right at the end. The three teens are seeing premonitions of how they will die - or at least, how Tongkon will try to kill them.

There are some nicely creepy moments with the ghostly version of Tongkon, whose pudgy build and green pac-a-mac make a pleasant change from yet another girl with long black hair, and the horror and tension is racked up considerably towards the end. When the teens return to the house they open up the basement to find a small skeleton and from that point Tongkon’s spirit becomes an even bigger threat, including taking possession of people.

Most intriguing of all is the moral ambiguity of the situation. Tongkon was a bully, that much we see, and like many bullies he is friendless and angry, which does not in any way excuse his taunting of the kids (especially Kong). But he is not violent or vindictive and even if he was, would that justify leaving him to starve to death, trapped in the basement of an abandoned old house? And if such justification is not forthcoming does his hideous, tragic, drawn-out death in turn actually justify his posthumous attempts to kill his killers?

This idea may well be explored in the script, but as this VCD - purchased as usual from eThaiCD - was unsubtitled I have no way of telling (there is also a DVD but I believe that has no subs either). The screenplay is based on a story by Sorajak and the music is by Verapong Supornprasert. The Tales from the Thai Crypt-style opening and closing sequences suggest that this TV movie may be part of an ongoing anthology series.

Producer Ongart Singlumpong is also a director (Friendship Breakdown is one of his films) while director Teratorn Siripanwaraporn helmed Where is Tong? (a non-supernatural kids adventure with some minor horror elements) and one third of romantic comedy anthology Promise Me Not.

MJS rating: B
review originally posted 25th April 2005

Haunted Prison

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Director: Kevin VanHook
Writers: Kevin VanHook, Rick Glassman
Producer: Karen Bailey
Cast: Jake Busey, Stacy Keach, Scott Whyte
Country: USA
Year of release: 2006
Reviewed from: screener disc


The Inaccurate Movie Database listing calls this film Death Row, with no alternatives listed. The opening and closing credits both call it Death Row and the screener disc has Death Row printed on it, but then somebody has crossed that out and written Haunted Prison, which is the title under which this was, I believe, shown on the Sci-Fi Channel and is hence the monicker I’m using here. My guess is that the title has been changed at the last minute to avoid confusion with another Death Row, currently in production, directed by the Quiroz brothers (Hood of the Living Dead, San Franpsycho).

What we have here are two groups of people, at loggerheads but both trapped in a building full of supernatural terrors - a fairly standard concept which has been used in films like, for example, Junk. In this case, the first to arrive are six jewel thieves on the run, led by blond, mouthy, amoral Marco. He is played by Jake Busey (Starship Troopers, The Hitcher II, The Frighteners), son of Gary Busey (The Gingerdead Man) and by golly, Jakey-boy looks like his old man. Someone needs to cast Busey pere et fils in a movie called Psycho and Son. They’d clean up.

Anyway, Marco’s gang includes Hector (Reynaldo Gallegos: Bad Boys 2, Voodoo Moon) and his girlfriend Jasmine (Jamie Elle Mann, who had an uncredited role in The 40 Year Old Virgin and a big role in an earlier film called The 24 Year Old Virgin!) plus Ron (Marco Rodriguez: Unspeakable, Toolbox Murders remake), Anibal (Russell Richardson: Ancient Evil: Scream of the Mummy - not the British actor of the same name) and injured Vincent (James Leo Ryan: Species III) who has a minor bullet wound in his leg. This sextet arrive, by some means and for some reason, at a deserted island prison, Isla de la Roca, where they plan to hide out until Vincent either recovers or dies.

Also arriving on the island is a five-person documentary crew, consisting of tall, nerdy Brian (Scott Whyte: Dead Man’s Hand, Reeker, Voodoo Moon, The Fallen Ones) whose T-shirts says ‘Han Shot First’, long-haired Keith (Kyle Schmid: The Covenant, A History of Violence), ponytailed Lisa (Shanna Collins: Sublime), blonde Missy (Claire Coffee: 13 Graves) and Hispanic Angel (Danny Arroyo: Lethal Weapon 4 and a Predator video game). Now, I say ‘documentary crew’ because that’s what they say they are; when the two groups cross paths we get several exchanges of “What are you doing here?” “We’re shooting a documentary.” and I honestly can’t tell if that’s meant to be as funny as it comes across.

Also, we saw some of this lot in a prologue interviewing a former guard, John Elias (Mike Hammer himself, Stacy Keach, who of course also plays a warden in Prison Break), in an old folk’s home. He tells them of the horrific, bloody riot which closed the prison down, a flashback indicating (though we have no idea how reliably) that he himself was the psycho warden who kickstarted the whole brouhaha. We also learn that he escaped by hacking off both his legs with an axe although it’s not clear why he had to do that nor how he survived the consequent blood loss, nor indeed how he got away once he had done it.

Anyway, about that documentary crew. The reason that I find this an unbelievable description is because between them this lot have precisely one, small video camera. It appears to be a standard domestic camcorder. They have nothing else: no sound equipment, no bags, no lights - which, apart from anything else, makes one wonder why they choose to arrive on Isla de la Roca in the middle of the night. I’ve come across this in other movies; for some reason, one thing that film-makers are very bad at representing believably on film is... film-makers.

The next question is: how big a gap is there between the crooks arriving and the video kids turning up? I think it’s supposed to be the same night - a tragic coincidence - but there’s a huge editing flub about twenty minutes into the film which leaves one in doubt. The crooks arrive in pitch blackness and put Vincent on a table in the prison canteen, then we get two consecutive scenes - Jasmine goes outside to tell Marco that Vincent’s leg is getting worse, then they both go back into the canteen - which are in daylight. Then we get the video kids arriving in more pitch blackness.

I tried to get my head around this. Distracted from the film itself, I tried to work out what was going on. Was this clever editing which used this brief sequence to jump us forward 24 hours? Do the video gang arrive on the crooks’ second night on the island? If so, why has no-one from Marco’s gang done anything, like switching the power on? Why have we not been party to whatever conversations they must have had? No, it’s no good, I can’t justify this. The bright sunlight beating down on Marco and Jasmine and then flooding in through the canteen windows is a symptom not of clever editing but of bloody awful editing. It strongly suggests post-production - or mid-production - tinkering with the storyline, shifting these two scenes forward from later in the plot.

Did nobody notice? Or did they notice but think it didn’t matter? It does matter because, apart from making a mockery of continuity and making the film look like amateur hour when it has barely started, it also, as I say, distracts the audience. While we’re trying to work out why it’s night, then day, then night again, we’re not concentrating on the plot and the characters, which is where our attention should be raptly fixed.

It makes sense for the scenes to be at this point - I can’t really see where they would fit in later. But folks, this sort of matter should be fixed before you start shooting. If these scenes were later in the plot and didn’t work were they were, that should have been remedied in Final Draft, not on an Avid. All that would be needed is a quick cut-and-paste and the judicious alteration of EXT. DAY and INT. DAY to EXT. NIGHT and INT. NIGHT - bingo!

Sorry to harp on about this, but I can’t recall the last time I saw such an amateur cock-up in a professional film. (Of course, if I’m being unfair and it genuinely is an attempt at clever editing, then it simply doesn’t work because it still looks like a flubb and it still drags the audience out of the movie. For an example of how the passage of a whole day can be shown in a few seconds with skilful editing, see my review of Footsteps.)

Anyway, let’s get back to the rather skimpy plot. Basically, the prison is haunted by all the guys who died in that riot and they take their revenge - well, it’s not really revenge, it’s just mindless violence - on the young people who have disturbed their home. The ghosts are represented with a sort of blurry effect - sometimes blurring in or out of existence - and seem to be able to interact with solid objects. But it’s entirely unclear who can or can’t see them. Marco clearly can see them but chooses not to mention them for some reason, but the others... well, it’s just not really clear. Sometimes they can, sometimes they can’t, and occasionally we get shots - not POV shots, mind - of people being attacked by ghosts that we ourselves can’t see (at least, not in that shot).

There’s a scene in a prison workshop where one of three people gets dragged by several blurry ghosts into a machine that makes license plates and is gorily chopped up. It seems that these ghosts are visible to the other two, if only because they don’t express incomprehension at how and why their associate is being crammed into a license plate machine by something invisible, but there is no comment, then or later, about precisely what happened.

In fact, this has just occurred to me. I don’t think any character at any point ever actually mentions seeing ghosts. This adds to my suspicion that only Marco can see them, but some characters definitely do see the ghosts who kill them just before they die. It’s all very confusing and inconsistent.

But anyway, die they do. Fear not, gorehounds, the main thing that Haunted Prison has going for it is some truly grizzly and frankly quite original deaths, of which the license plate hack-up is a typical example. People get cut up into pieces in ways that will have you squirming in your seat, groaning, “Oh God, no...”

But gore isn’t enough, is it? I know it’s enough for some folk but discerning horror fans expect more than just a sequence of unpleasant deaths strung together in sequence. So why is this movie so unsatisfying? Well, there’s precious little by the way of character development. Angel and Jasmine get off on the wrong foot but later have a scene (in a toilet) which indicates acceptance of each other’s differences. But neither survives much longer after that, so it feels a bit peremptory.

And there doesn’t seem to really be any plot, apart from ghostly inmates killing off the eleven intruders one by one. Even the concept of escaping - which ought to, you know, drive the whole story - is dealt with rather peripherally. The prison goes into lockdown with big steel shutters on doors and windows but then doors are opened (no flubb this, it’s inexplicable but commented upon as such) and people go outside. However, they can’t get past the electrified fence which runs in a perfect circle around the prison. And the one time that four of them do make it to the water’s edge, the video gang’s boat has disappeared. So they stroll back into the prison, ready to be trapped again. (While at the shore, one of the gang tries their mobile and declares that the whole island is a dead spot. ‘The whole island’, from trying in one spot? Anyway, we saw two crooks talking on their mobiles earlier in the film...)

There just doesn’t seem to be any reason why the people in this movie do many of the things they do. Above all, no-one seems at all surprised or concerned about the fact that they are being hunted and hideously despatched by demonfiends from beyond the grave. That’s not to say the characters are calm or confident, but it’s all ‘Help I’m being chased!’ when it should be ‘Jesus Christ, I’m being chased by undead ghouls!’ There’s a big difference, or at least there should be.

All this has something to do with Marco’s father and/or grandfather, who were both guards at Isla de la Roca. Brian and Keith find a completely undisturbed administration office - funny how the rioters missed that - replete with a convenient Chief Warden’s diary, convenient newspaper cuttings about the Chief Warden on a notice board and convenient, easily searchable files on every prisoner. From this they deduce... something. God knows what. I think the idea is that the prison itself is evil, but why that should be is not explored. It just is.

The finale .. gah, I have no idea what’s going on in the finale. The surviving video kids find themselves in what I suppose is meant to be the boiler room, as there are massive pipes and steel walkways. It looks like a factory, to be honest. And smack in the middle is some sort of evil-looking, giant furnace with twenty-foot-high CGI flames leaping out of the top (someone later leans over this, only about 20-30 feet above the flames, without even breaking a sweat). What is this thing? What part of a prison would have a massive, open-topped furnace, even if we allow that supernatural forces have rounded up some ghoulish kindling and got the fire roaring again after all these years? I’ve never seen or heard of anything like this, in a prison or anywhere else. What purpose does it serve? It’s not as if it’s heating water or supplying power, it’s just roaring away and there is a mention that the only way out of the building is up the chimney above it (but then you would still have to deal with the fence).

Maybe it’s meant to be a crematorium, but why would a prison have a crematorium and why would a crematorium be a massive room, two storeys tall, full of pipes and walkways? It just makes no sense and once again drags the viewer out of the plot (such as it is) in order to try and understand what is going on.

Anyway, the video kids shout for Marco - and he’s there, on a walkway above them. How did they know to look for him here? Who knows? It’s just one more inexplicable thing which should have been fixed on the page. And here’s something else I don’t understand: if Marco is the cause of all this - because he is somehow linked to the prison through his father and grandad - why have the ghosts made no attempt on his life while killing off his innocent comrades? Even when he does eventually die, it’s not by supernatural means, so what sort of revenge or justice is that?

Oh, and in this scene Vincent, who had quietly died a while back, returns, possessed by Marco’s grandfather. This is yet another supernatural turn of events which is simply accepted without question by all those present. There is some waffle about the prison requiring the death of an innocent man in order to, I don’t know, achieve peace or something, but this is rather tacked on and doesn’t make any more sense than anything else. In the end, the survivors race off down a corridor past lots of gruesome ghosts who simply ignore them and, as they make it out through the now-open gate the prison explodes then implodes, dragging a bunch of flying, screaming CGI skeletons down to Hell with it. Just to knock things on the head, when the survivors reach the water’s edge, there is a boat within hailing distance, which turns towards them and that’s the end.

Eh? It’s like the film abruptly stops about forty seconds before the real end because the meter ran out or something. Apart from the sheer deus ex machina of a boat being there, the audience is left expecting some sort of final shock. Or at least some sort of comment from one of the survivors. But no, the film just cuts to black and the end credits. (You can sit through them if you want but there’s no gag shot at the end, although you will get to see comics legend Bernie Wrightson given the unusual credit of ‘additional ghost designs’.)

Bits of Haunted Prison work very well - the gore and some of the dialogue - but the film as a whole fails to work and some parts of it are frankly embarrassing. Far too much is not only unexplained but actually ignored. The characters are, admittedly, mostly sympathetic - apart from Marco, obviously, a cracker of a role which is played with clear glee by Busey. In fact the acting throughout is consistently good, although don’t be fooled into thinking that Danny Trejo (Spy Kids) will turn up - he is in the film for about thirty seconds as a former prison chaplain interviewed in a clip of the so-called documentary.

George Goodridge’s production design is suitably grim and prison-like - according to an interview with Scott Whyte, real prisons were used for the locations - apart from that bizarre boiler-room place. But much of it is lost in the cinematography by Keith J Duggan (Decadent Evil, The Gingerdead Man) which is often simply too dark to see anything. Special effects are provided by Jason Collins and the wonderfully named Elvis Jones, who between them have worked on the likes of Big Bad Wolf, House of the Dead 2, Frankenfish, Bubba Ho-Tep, Spiders and both Jeepers Creepers films, as well as The X-Files and Buffy. Chadd B Cole, whose credits include Hellraiser: Hellseeker and Dracula II: Ascension, was Visual Effects Supervisor.

Producer Karen Bailey first worked with director Kevin VanHook as an actress in Frost: Portrait of a Vampire before producing his features The Fallen Ones, Slayer and Voodoo Moon (she also produced the Harry Connick Jr-narrated animation The Happy Elf!). VanHook is probably better known for his work in comics, both as artist and writer, which includes Solar: Man of the Atom, Bloodshot, Jack Frost and something which I can’t even imagine - a three-issue adaptation of The Rocky Horror Picture Show! Co-writer Rick Glassman’s only other produced credit seems to be 976-EVIL II, fourteen years earlier.

I didn’t hate Haunted Prison, in fact I quite enjoyed parts of it - but it could have been so much better. Now, I have enough experience in this industry to know that low-budgeted films like this often suffer unexpected exigencies of budget and schedule at the last minute, leaving directors and producers to make the best of what they have. So I’m prepared to cut this film some slack. It does its job in filling 90 minutes with gore, chases, shocks and a little black humour. But the things that are wrong with it - such as the bizarre location of the finale, the night/day/night editing problem, and the characters’ total disinterest in escaping for much of the film - are big things that simply spoil what could have been a fun little movie.

Maybe there’s a director’s cut somewhere that would sort some of this out. But I can’t help feeling that a lot of problems simply lay in the script - that this was filmed before it was ready. This looks like a film for which a script was put together, rather than a carefully created script which has then been put on film. It’s a shame, it really is, because there was a lot of potential in the basic scenario and the remarkably adroit cast.

Watch Haunted Prison for the gruesome deaths and for Jake Busey’s glorious hamming, and if you’re the sort of person for whom character motivation, credible locations and consistent timelines aren’t important, you could have a ball.

MJS rating: C
review originally posted 20th October 2006

Hawa

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Director: Guddu Dhanoa
Writers: Sanjay Masoom, Sutanu Gupta
Producers: Guddu Dhanoa, Santosh Dhanoa
Cast: Tabu, Mukesh Tiwari, Grusha Kapoor
Year of release: 2003
Country: India
Reviewed from: UK festival screening (Far Out 2004)


Imagine if you will an Indian version of Poltergeist - I like to think it would be called Baltigeist, but maybe that’s just me.

Sanjana (Tabu, who played Lady Macbeth in a 2003 Bollywood version called Maqbool) moves into an isolated new house with her brother (Imran Khan - no, not the cricketer!) and two young daughters (Baby Hansika and Baby Bhavika) and strange things start to happen. Sanjana works in an antiques shop in the city and one day a weird old Tibetan woman gives her an amulet, urging her to always carry it with her - but Sanjana almost immediately sells it to a visiting American couple.

The weirdness builds nicely in this entertaining, non-musical Bollywood production: the family’s dog is acting strangely, something unseen is moving around outside, doors and windows are found open which were previously closed and locked. Problems with the family car cause it to break down on the bridge which crosses the river to the new house, a bridge so narrow that the car doors won’t actually open. Also, Sanjana sees the Tibetan woman sitting on a bench near the road and on checking finds her dead. She calls the authorities but when they look for the body they find nothing.

Eventually, Sanjana herself is attacked by an invisible being. She takes the children to stay with her friend Pooja (Grusha Kapoor) but Pooja's husband (Vishwajeet Pradhan) wants the visitors gone. Back at the house, Sanjana is attacked again - twice - and finally some sort of doorway to the netherworld opens up in the closet in the girls’ bedroom and the younger one is sucked in. As Sanjana and her elder daughter escape from the house, an exorcist (Mukesh Tiwari) arrives who reveals that the place is built on ancient burial pits. It’s the old ‘house built on old Indian burial ground’ schtick that we’ve seen in hundreds of Hollywood horror movies - but this time it’s a different type of Indian!

The final confrontation finds Sanjana (who has fortunately been given back the amulet by the American couple) descending into the uncovered burial pit to rescue her daughter and coming face to face with a terrifying giant semi-skeletal demon which I assume is an amalgamation of all the restless souls in the place.

Hawa is a terrific film, with a spooky first act and a scary, exciting climax. It’s only in the middle where the movie drags and one does literally find oneself thinking, “Oh no, she’s being raped by an invisible ghost again...” Which is a shame because Tabu gives an excellent performance in a series of frightening and powerful scenes. At 129 minutes, the film could stand some trimming, but it’s already short by Bollywood standards so that was never going to happen.

Production values, including the final CGI monster, are good (Ashu Trikha is credited with special effects, Sripad Natu with cinematography) and the acting’s fine. The story gets a little confusing in places - it’s not really clear where the exorcist suddenly appears from and Sanjana’s brother seems to disappear arbitrarily halfway through - but among the new wave of Indian horror films, like Bhoot and Makdee: The Web of the Witch, Hawa stands up well.

MJS rating: B+
review originally posted 2nd January 2005

Headhunter

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Director: Frank Schaeffer
Writer: 'Len Spinelli'
Producer: 'Jay Davidson'
Cast: Wayne Crawford, Kay Lenz, John Fatooh
Country: USA/South Africa
Year of release: 1989
Reviewed from: UK VHS


Headhunter doesn’t have any big name stars, it doesn’t feature an iconic monster, it emerged at the tail-end of the 1980s video boom. No wonder I’ve never heard of it. But that’s what I love - finding an old tape on a market stall and seeing what it’s like.

First off, I must give props (as the young people say) to whoever wrote the sleeve blurb: “Terror slowly grips the city of Boston...” Erm, the entire film is set in Miami, a fact which is mentioned frequently throughout the 90 minutes. Anyway...

What we have here is a police procedural. Detective Pete Giuliani (Jake Speed himself, Wayne Crawford - director of The Evil Below and Snake Island) has been thrown out by his wife (June Chadwick: Jeanine in This is Spinal Tap, Lydia in V, also in Forbidden World) in favour of her lesbian lover (Helen Kriel, who wrote the 1996 movie Kama Sutra!) and takes up residence on the couch of his police partner, Detective Kat Hall (David Cassidy’s ex-wife Kay Lenz: House, Prisoners of the Lost Universe) who is divorced and is currently an item with a tall, handsome cop named Roger (John Fatooh, a former competitive cyclist whose claim to fame is playing a prison guard in a couple of episodes of Days of Our Lives).

Giuliani and Hall are assigned to investigate a series of gruesome murders among the city’s small Nigerian community. “They’re just negroes,” says their racist boss (Steve Kanaly: Pumpkinhead II and a regular on Dallas), “and they’re not even our negroes.” They also get routinely mocked by a snide blonde cop played by Ted Le Platt (Terminator Woman, Project Shadowchaser II, The Mangler, Cyborg Cop II)

The bodies are decapitated, but there’s no sign of a struggle or forced entry. An African Shaman named Samuel Juru (Sam Williams: Shaka Zulu) seems to know what’s going on, but when Giuliani follows him into a meat-packing plant, there’s no sign of him and then something throws the detective out of a window (into a convenient skip). An answerphone message from Giuliani turns out to be a fake when it lures Hall to old railway sidings where she is chased by costumed African dancers chanting and waving flaming torches.

After Juru is also slain, the cops break into his house and find a book by a white academic expert on African mythology, Robert Sinclair (Gordon Mulholland: Cold Harvest) who tells them that dismembering the monster is the only way to defeat it. When Giuliani finds that his wife, seeking reconciliation, is actually a shape-shifting African demon, he races off to the nearest hardware store, gets there moments before the owner locks up and impulse buys the first chainsaw he can find, which conveniently has petrol in it. Then he races back to Hall’s house where she is waiting for Roger to return with a Chinese meal. Except of course it’s not Roger, it’s the demon (which has a name that I couldn’t make out).

I must pause briefly here to applaud one of the most sensible things I have ever seen anyone do with a chainsaw in a horror film. Seeking entry to Hall’s home, Giuliani attacks the locked front door. But rather than just smashing randomly or attempting to cut a hole big enough to climb through, he saws a short diagonal line above the lock, another below it to make a triangle, then kicks the door open. This is the quickest and most efficient way of opening a locked door using only a power tool. Well done sir!

The film climaxes with Hall and Giuliani hacking away at the demon in the back garden, cutting off first one arm, then another arm, resisting the urge to shout “’Tis but a scratch!” and then decapitating the beast. The racist police captain, who has all along poured scorn on the idea that they were dealing with a supernatural killer, arrives and sees precisely what has been doing the killing.

And that, apart from a prologue and brief epilogue set in Africa (without any of the main characters) is pretty much it.

Headhunter isn’t bad, truth be told. It’s different, it’s quite exciting and the central duo make likeable leads, even if there is a little too much of the soap opera stuff, especially at the start. It also scores kudos points for intercutting the final fight with the film that is showing, unwatched, on Hall’s TV: The Hideous Sun Demon. The plot is a tad fuzzy, not least in that although there is some talk of the demon having followed the Nigerian refugees to the USA, there is no indication of how it got there nor of why it was chasing them in the first place. Apart from Sinclair, most of the other victims - and the African villagers in the prologue - seem to have actually summoned the demon, so it’s sort of their own fault. Also, as this was - stock shots of Miami aside - filmed in South Africa, the black folk in the African scenes looked only slightly more Nigerian than me or you. As they carry their cowhide shields and asagais around their kraal, you can’t help adopting a mental voice like Michael Caine and thinking: “Zulus - ’undreds of ’em.”

The whole shapeshifting thing, which in retrospect explains the scene where Giuliani follows Juru into the meat warehouse, is never really explored, and we also have to wonder whether the demon they fight at the end has already killed Roger or was Roger all along. We know he killed the wife and her lover because we saw them dead, but why does the demon remain in the shapely form of June Chadwick, then shortly afterwards decide to abandon John Fatooh’s fizzog for the scary monster face depicted on the video sleeve? To add to the confusion, Fatooh is credited on screen with playing both Roger and the ‘Headhunter’. Sympathetic leads, some nice handheld camera work and a genuine sense of mystery compensate for the vague storyline, although another demerit must be counted for the demon attacks which start with a speeded-up POV rush and then tend to rely on fast cutting between static shots done at odd angles plus discordant stings on the soundtrack.

Swiss-born director Francis Schaeffer is the son of another Francis Schaeffer, who was a well-known evangelist apparently. Schaeffer Jr has written several books, both fiction and non-fiction, as well as plenty of journalism. He is also - or at least has been at one time - an artist and a documentary maker. His other films, all made between 1986 and 1991, are sci-fi actioners Rebel Storm (which also featured Crawford, Chadwick, Kriel and Mulholland) and Wired to Kill/Booby Trap plus, oddly, knockabout comedy Baby on Board.

The Inaccurate Movie Database credits the screenplay to ‘Len Spinell’ who ‘also wrote’ Quiet Thunder (which also starred Crawford and Chadwick!). In fact the credit is ‘Len Spinelli’ but I believe that to be a pseudonym - and here’s why: the credit block on the front of the video sleeve says the screenplay is by Andrew Lane and Wayne Crawford. Granted, this could be written by the same person who wrote the blurb on the back about the film being set in Boston, but I certainly put more store in a video sleeve credit block than the man-in-a-pub vagaries of the IMDB.

The only company logo in the on-screen credits is Gibraltar Releasing Corporation but the credit block reads ‘Crawford/Lane Productions and Gibraltar Releasing Organization (sic) present...’ Lane and Crawford worked together on eleven films in total (twelve if we count this one) including Jake Speed, Night of the Comet and Servants of Twilight.

The credit block lists three producers: Lane, Crawford and William Fay who started off on little indies like The Supernaturals and Hollywood Vice Squad but progressed to executive producing the likes of Independence Day and Superman Returns! The on-screen credits however list only one producer: Jay Davidson (Rebel Storm), possibly another pseudonym. Both sources agree that Joel Levine was executive producer. One thing the credit block doesn’t list, oddly, is a director!

There’s also an associate producer, one Barrie Saint Claire (executive producer of Zulu Dawn) who not only doubles as production supervisor - and makes a cameo appearance as a desk sergeant - but also roped in most of his family: Sheilagh Saint Clair was production co-ordinator and Nick Saint Clair was production accountant.

Cinematographer Hans Kuhle also lit Laser Mission and Gor (and a recent South Africa-set version of Othello). The music is by Julian Laxton (The Evil Below, Quiet Thunder) and the editor is Robert Simpson (no relation) who is assuredly not the same Robert Simpson who cut South Pacific and the 1939 Basil Rathbone Hound of the Baskervilles, despite what the IMDB says. Elaine Alexander and Kevin Brennan receive credit for ‘special effects make-up’; their company is called Max FX and is particularly highly regarded for their realistic ape suits, used in films such as Dunston Checks In.

I quite enjoyed Headhunter (or Head Hunter as a recent UK DVD release with completely misleading cover art incorrectly calls it). Not a classic, but a pleasant way to pass an hour and a half.

MJS rating: B-
review originally posted 6th December 2006

The Headless Horseman

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Director: Edward D Venturini
Writer: Carl Stearns Clancy
Producer: Carl Stearns Clancy
Cast: Will Rogers, Lois Meredith, Ben Hendricks Jr
Country: USA
Year of release: 1922
Reviewed from: US DVD (Alpha)


Will Rogers is one of those icons of American comedy who is pretty much unknown on this side of the Atlantic. I’ve never seen him in anything, though he made sixty-odd films between 1918 and his death in a plane crash in 1935. In the 1920s and 1930 he was one of the biggest stars in America: a cowboy-turned-comedian-turned-writer with a top-rated radio show and the most widely read newspaper column in the country.

But fame, especially comic fame, is a very regional thing and you would be hard pressed to find anyone in the UK who has ever heard of him. Maybe his down-home, earthy American humour didn’t travel; maybe his philanthropic ‘never met a man I didn’t like’ outlook was too bland and naive for cynical British audiences.

So anyway, here he is starring in a version of Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, a cornerstone of American literature which is largely known in the UK from Tim Burton’s big budget version and (to a lesser extent) Disney’s animated The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad. Rogers plays Ichabod Crane, a young man from ‘Niue York’ hired by the Dutch immigrant townsfolk of a little New England town. Crane is played as something of an innocent abroad, tall and straight-faced, with little comedy quirks such as his pigtail sticking straight out from the back of his head. There is also a comic aspect to the way he rides his horse, probably caused by slightly too short stirrup straps.

In the town he attracts the attention of Katrina Van Tassel (Lois Meredith), much to the annoyance of her beau, known as ‘Brom Bones’ (Ben Hendricks Jr). This is another in the great tradition of stories where we are expected to feel great empathy for the kind, beautiful, charming, intelligent female lead while also accepting that she is unable to notice that her boyfriend is an arrogant gorilla.

Determined to get rid of the yankee interloper, whom they consider a dangerous intellectual, Brom and his cronies smash up the schoolhouse and leave a skull drawn on the blackboard, thereby (somehow) starting rumours that Crane knows witchcraft and is in league with the Devil. Brom follows this up by getting one of the young boys drunk and persuading him to claim that “Master Crane has bewitched me.” The townsfolk grab Crane, stick him in the stocks and prepare to tar and feather him but the school committee, aided by a young black lad who saw what happened, persuade the boy to admit the truth and Brom is forced to make a public apology.

Crane is later invited to a ‘quilting merriment’ at the Van Tassel home where Brom is again driven to jealousy by seeing Katrina dance with the yankee. As was legally required at the time, these dancing scenes also feature cutaway shots to all the local black kids clustering around the window, tapping their feet and grinning.

Staying late after the other revellers have left, Crane asks Katrina to marry him although it’s rather unclear from the intertitles whether she accepts or not. Riding home through the ‘dark’ (I know I always complain about day-for-night filming but I’ll make allowances for a film photographed in 1922), he encounters the local ghost, ‘the Headless Horseman’, near the bridge over the river. Terrified, he gallops away and we see that the ‘Horseman’ is Brom with his cloak tied round the top of his head. A couple of length intertitles tell us, quoting the last paragraph of the original story, that Ichabod never returned and was believed to have perished at the hands of the ghost but was later discovered to be alive and well in Niue York, although the old ladies of Sleepy Hollow prefer the first version.

Faithful to the source material this ending may be, but it feels perfunctory and unsatisfying. Released by Alpha on a double bill with Italian robot fragment The Mechanical Man, the sleeve states a running time of 51 minutes but this film actually runs for 71 minutes. The 51-minute mark comes after Crane’s rescue from the stocks so everything else seems like an addendum although it’s actually the meat of the story. Mind, we should be thankful it’s there as the first 50 minutes contains nothing about the Headless Horseman except a brief, non-narrative cutaway sequence of a double-exposure ghost to illustrate an anecdote.

Rogers made two other notable fantasy pictures: the first sound version of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court in 1931 (with Maureen O’Sullivan and Myrna Loy) and the 1922 comedy One Glorious Day, about a disembodied spirit named Ek, which famously inspired a young Forrest J Ackerman’s interest in fantasy and SF. This film’s writer/producer Carl Stearns Clancy also provided the scenario for The Adventurous Sex, a 1925 Clara Bow picture, and directed and produced a series of Will Rogers European travelogues in 1927 including the marvellously titled Hunting for Germans in Berlin with Will Rogers.

First published in 1820 (and written, I was amazed to discover, while the author was living in Birmingham, England), The Legend of Sleepy Hollow has been adapted numerous times. There were three silent versions - in 1908, in 1912 and this one - then an Ub Iwerks cartoon in 1934 (widely available on public domain compilations) which was the first time the story was presented in colour and sound. Disney’s take on the story followed in 1949, a Bing Crosby-narrated featurette which was paired with a version of The Wind in the Willows(!) as a feature release, then subsequently given TV and theatrical distribution on its own. Shirley Temple was the unlikely name behind the first live-action version of the sound era, a 1958 episode of her TV anthology Shirley Temple’s Storybook. Temple was thirty years old and starred as Katrina in that version with Boris Karloff as a town elder narrating the story.

Animated versions followed in 1970 (a Halloween Special with Mel Blanc and Don Messick among the voice cast) and 1972 (narrated by John Carradine). Then in 1979 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow was one of three stories presented as a Vincent Price-hosted TV special, Once Upon a Midnight Scary. A pre-DS9 Rene Auberjonois was Ichabod Crane in that version. The following year Jeff Goldblum played Crane in another TV version with Meg Foster (They Live, Project: Shadowchaser, Space Marines) as Katrina; brilliantly named director Henning Schellerup was cinematographer on Silent Night Deadly Night, Chesty Anderson US Navy and an unrelated horror picture from 1974 called Curse of the Headless Horseman.

Brent Carver and Rachelle Lefevre (Annie Cartwright in the US remake of Life on Mars) took the lead roles in a Canadian TV version from 1999, the same year as an animated TV special The Night of the Headless Horseman. This boasted an all-star cast of William H Macy (Ichabod), Tia Carrere (Katrina), Luke Perry, Clancy Brown and Mark Hamill - and a screenplay by cyberpunk author (and occasional Blue Oyster Cult collaborator) John Shirley!

Remarkably, this makes Tim Burton’s big budget version - with Johnny Depp and Christina Ricci in the leads and terrific uncredited roles for Martin Landau and Christopher Walken - the first live action, theatrically released, feature-length version of the story since Will Rogers. It also seems to be the most recent adaptation as I can’t find any others between 1999 and 2007, although there was a sort of sequel, The Hollow, in 2004 which told of Ichabod Crane’s great-great-grandson (Kevin Zegers: Komodo, Bram Stoker’s Shadowbuilder and the Air Bud films) returning to the town in the present day. There was also Sleepy Hollow High, opportunistically directed in 2000 by Kevin Summerfield (The Adventures of Young Van Helsing), but that has no real connection with Washington Irving beyond the title.

The Will Rogers silent version is moderately amusing, with a few wry smiles from the intertitles and a few very brief spots of physical comedy, although nothing in the film is quite as funny as the phrase ‘quilting merriment’. It doesn’t really go anywhere but that’s partly because the original story doesn’t either, which is why Kevin Yagher and Andrew Kevin Walker had to invent so much new stuff for Burton’s film. The sets and costumes do a good job of recreating a small town in late 18th century America and the lives of the Dutch community who live there. Rogers’ Crane is a likeable fellow, Meredith’s Katrina is a coquette and Hendricks’ Brom is a suitably arrogant bully, while the supporting cast are remarkably restrained for such an early film.

Alpha’s print is understandably knocked about, too dark in some spots and so light in others that people’s faces disappear, but it’s still watchable, with clear intertitles, not too much actual physical damage and an accurate projection speed. There is also a version available from Grapevine Video which includes the Harold Lloyd short Haunted Spooks.

MJS rating: B
review originally posted 5th April 2007

Heartstopper

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Director: Bob Keen
Writers: Vlady Pildysh, Warren P Sonoda
Producers: Kate Harrison, Lewin Webb
Cast: Meredith Henderson, Nathan Stephenson, Robert Englund
Country: Canada
Year of release: 2006
Reviewed from: screener DVD


On a stormy night, two high school students find themselves in hospital. The white, female one, Sarah Wexler (Meredith Henderson, who starred in The Adventures of Shirley Holmes ten years ago and recently played Shania Twain(!) in a TV movie) was injured trying to commit suicide by standing in front of traffic; the black, male one, Walter (Nathan Stephenson), has stab wounds which he is keen to point out are not gang-related.

Also in the hospital is Sheriff Berger (horror legend Robert Englund: A Nightmare on Elm Street and, erm, Mind Breakers) who has brought the recently fried body of convicted serial killer Chambers (stuntman John Binkley, who had a bit part in Land of the Dead) for autopsy. But Chambers is not dead; he has supernatural abilities and he is searching for Sarah Wexler. And there ain’t no-one or nothing going to get in his way.

Now, we all have our bugbears when it comes to movie mistakes. For some folks it’s sound in space, for others it’s people holding guns sideways. Here’s one of mine. Local coroner Doctor Hitchens (Michael Cram, who was in two episodes of the 1990s Outer Limits) takes Chambers’ body into a laboratory clearly labelled ‘pathology’ where he lays him out on an autopsy table and proceeds to slice him open - until Chambers, to nobody’s surprise except Doctor Hitchens’, sits up and rips the other man’s heart out.

Folks, I have worked in a hospital pathology lab - four years spent sweating over a hot auto-analyser - and let me assure you that pathology has Nothing At All To Do With Dead People. Pathology is the study of chemical pathways inside living people. The path lab is where your blood, urine and stool samples go to be analysed so the doctors can work out what is wrong with you. If you’re dead, most of those chemical pathways shut down fairly swiftly and it’s extremely bloody obvious what’s wrong with you on account of the lack of heartbeats.

There is something called ‘forensic pathology’, which involves studying the chemical mishmash inside dead folks but that is an entirely different science. Unfortunately, lots of people think that it’s the second word in that phrase which means ‘dead folks’ when in fact it’s the term ‘forensic’ which refers to the deceased. To sum up: medical autopsies are performed in hospital morgues. Anyone lugging a dead body into a path lab and slicing it open would be asked to leave.

That Hitchens is not asked to leave may be due to the fact that there are no pathologists in evidence. In actual fact, this entire hospital seems to survive on a staff of six (or seven if you include Hitchens): two nurses, one doctor, one janitor and a couple of guys who are presumably porters. All of these except for Nurse Grafton (Laura DeCarteret, who had a small role in the Dawn of the Dead remake) are despatched fairly swiftly by the supernatural killer. But there seem to be no other medical staff, no support staff, no admin staff, not even a receptionist. There are also no patients, apparently, apart from Sarah and Walter plus the victims of a traffic accident who also disappear from the story very quickly. Sarah’s mother (Lori Hallier: My Bloody Valentine, Thomas and the Magic Railroad) completes the roster of bodies.

What we end up with, fairly swiftly, is Sarah, Walter and Grafton hiding from Chambers, who has some sort of psychic link to the girl and needs her body to host whatever demonic entity possesses him because she is “the one in a million”. Apparently. A moving scorpion tattoo transferred itself from Chambers’ arm to Sarah’s when they shared an ambulance but this is never explained and barely features.

Disappointingly, there is little of the chase in this film. Chambers seems most concerned with wheeling the bodies of his victims around on a trolley for some reason and the others have only to keep out of his way. Only one sequence generates real tension and thrills, with Sarah purloining plasma from a blood bank (which looks about as realistic as the path lab) only to be cornered by Chambers.

The blood is needed because Walter suddenly, without explanation, starts losing a great deal of blood from his stab wounds. Nurse Grafton, who must have the worst bedside manner in the Northern hemisphere, repeatedly tells the young man that he is going to bleed to death but Sarah saves the day with an impromptu, and remarkably easy, transfusion.

Around this time, I realised what was wrong with Heartstopper. It’s a film set in a hospital written by someone who has only the most rudimentary idea of what goes on in hospitals. If characters didn’t keep using the word ‘hospital’, there would be almost nothing to indicate that this is where the film takes place. It is mentioned at one point that the building is a former insane asylum although this has no bearing on the story whatsoever and seems to be merely some sort of funding requirement for this sort of movie.

There are also no fire exits, so once the front door is locked (presumably by Chambers) there is no way out. A phone rings at one point but we don’t find out if there’s anyone on the line. Nobody attempts to ring out for help and nobody, apparently, has a mobile.

Getting back to lack of medical knowledge (as it were), the film’s title refers to Chambers’ preferred method of killing people: yanking their hearts out. The thing is, he yanks the hearts (or, I suspect, the same heart each time) straight out, in a move which would require him to plunge his hand straight through the other person’s sternum, one of the toughest bones in the human body (for various reasons, not least to stop people yanking your heart straight out). One can be generous and say well, he’s a supernatural demon-thing and so he must be able to punch through a breastbone or perhaps melt it in some way, but realistically this has all the hallmarks of an idea concocted by writers who thought it sounded cool without caring whether it sounded possible.

This is Bob Keen’s first feature as director since The Lost World eight years ago. In the meantime he has provided effects for films such as Wild Country, Dog Soldiers and On Edge as well as lots of videos, ads etc. His previous features include Proteus and To Catch a Yeti and he is currently attached to a remake of The House on Straw Hill aka Exposé. Naturally a gore-heavy film like this is well-suited to Keen and he handles the direction skillfully enough although his tendency to rely on flash cuts wears out its welcome quite rapidly and the endless flashing of lights (which may be lightning or may be electrical problems due to a storm) is a similar pain for the eyes. (At one point a character comments that the back-up generators will come on soon, even though there are clearly working lights in the room.)

But Keen’s direction can’t do anything with the frankly awful script or the sparse budget. Despite the lack of people in the hospital, Heartstopper has a surprisingly long cast list. However, most of those are in a flashback to Sarah being bullied in High School. If only some of that extras budget had been spent on getting people to put on white coats and run around screaming, the film’s main location might have looked at least vaguely like a hospital.

It’s not just the story, it’s the dialogue too. Chambers speaks in silly cod-biblical rhetoric which turns him from a serious danger into a sub-Freddy bogeyman. Freddy himself, Robert Englund, also has some corny lines but he gets away with them because, well, he’s Robert Englund and he’s done this sort of thing a million times before. Englund is always watchable, always fun and one of the best things about this film so it’s a shame that he’s killed off relatively early.

Also in the cast are Ted Ludzik (bit parts for Romero in Bruiser and Land of the Dead), Scott Gibson (The Skulls), John Bayliss (Terminal Justice, The Skulls III - yes, there’s three of ‘em apparently), Wayne Flemming (Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events), Amy Ciupak Lalonde (episodes of Mutant X and Battlestar Galactica) and Christopher Cordell (stunts on Warriors of Terra and Bulletproof Monk). Most of the cast have been in one or more episodes of the US remake of Queer as Folk. Cinematographer David Mitchell directed Nightmare City and The Killing Machine, editor Mitch Lackie was assistant editor on American Psycho and its sequel.

Producers Kate Harrison and Lewin Webb previously collaborated on Five Girls (or 5ive Girls - don’t you just hate titles like that?) which was written and directed by Warren P Sonoda, an established Canadian director of music videos. The other writer here, Vlady Pildysh, is a UCLA graduate who actually won third place in the university’s Samuel Goldwyn Writing Awards with the original version of Heartstopper. Maybe that was a great script, but that was way back in 1997. Eight years later Heartstopper finally got made and clearly something went awry in the meantime because this script would be lucky to win third prize in a competition with only three entrants. (This also, of course, explains the lack of mobile phones!)

To be fair, Heartstopper makes no claims to be a masterpiece or even to originality (although it does take itself seriously - there’s precious little light relief) and thus sort of achieves what it sets out to do, I suppose, which is to pass 85 minutes and showcase a bunch of horror effects (including a gruesome electric chair sequence at the start). With a few beers, a pizza and a couple of undemanding mates who don’t mind you shouting at the TV, this could work. But it could have been considerably better with a more focussed and, frankly, better thought out script. Maybe this could pass muster in 1997 but film screenplays, unlike wine and certain women, do not improve with age.

MJS rating: C+
review originally posted 12th October 2006

Heathen

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Director: Ross Shepherd
Writer: Ross Shepherd
Producer: Ross Shepherd
Cast: Tom Rudd, Amber Coombs, Thomas J Grube
Country: UK
Year of release: 2009
Reviewed from: screener

Here is the first feature from Ross Shepherd (The Kingdom of Shadows) and it’s a good’un. Shot in artistic-but-not-artsy black and white, Heathen is a dramatic thriller with interesting characters, excellent acting, assured direction, an original story, imaginative editing and excellent sound. Can’t ask for much more than that.

Although it’s not a convoluted plot, it does involve a certain amount of mystery, suspense and, in the final act, revelation and so I’m only going to give a vague, generic description of what goes on. Tom Rudd (See it Through, Missing Connection) is excellent as William, an ordinary bloke whose brother David (Steve Lorrigan) went missing nearly twelve months ago. William works for Network Rail and lives in a poky flat, he has few friends and no lovelife. Until the enigmatic Chloe moves in downstairs.

Played with an impressive French accent by Amber Coombs (Aborted Matrimony, The Deepest Sea), Chloe is an artist and takes a shine to William so that his outlook brightens up considerably. But as the anniversary of David’s disappearance approaches, odd things start happening. There is a dedication on the radio to David, purportedly from William. A calendar page arrives in the post with the anniversary marked on it. And a mysterious man (LAMDA-trained New Yorker Thomas J Grube) seems to be following William around.

Was David mixed up in something dodgy? Is he still alive? Who is this man and what does he know?

Shepherd knows just when to use conventional techniques and when to use something a but more unusual, such as speeded up footage or snappy editing. He tells a story, he tells it well and crucially he tells it cinematically.

My one criticism of the film concerns the ending. Now, it took me three goes to watch the ending. The first disc that Ross sent me, I watched half one night and planned to watch the other half the following night. But in the meantime, Mrs S took the disc out of the machine so that TF could watch Fireman Sam and left it unprotected. TF then accidentally knocked the disc on the floor so that when I tried to watch it, it was scratched to buggery.

Ross very kindly sent me a replacement disc and I watch the second half but, about 15 minutes from the end, the thing started skipping. Although I could sort of follow what was going on - there’s a lengthy flashback, showing what happened to David - I lost most of the dialogue which tops and tails the flashback. Undaunted, Ross sent me a third disc, which worked. The upshot of this is that I watched the last 15 minutes very carefully.

We do find out who the mysterious man is but we don’t really get an explanation of why he has been doing all these obtuse things like the calendar page and the radio dedication. There is some dialogue about how he doesn’t want to be implicated in what happened to David but look, either he wants to contact William or not. We also find out some things about Chloe but again, there are gaps in our understanding of her actions and the motivations for those actions.

But my main beef is that the finale of this story revolves around an accident. The characters at the end are where they are, know what they know and have the power or lack of power that they have - because of an accident. The situation is not corny. It’s not some deus ex machina plot twist - Ross Shepherd wouldn’t do anything that cheap. But as the credits roll, things have worked out well for one character, badly for another. And the one for whom things have worked out well, although they worked to a plan, could not have incorporated into that plan the accident which brings everything to a head.

Which leaves the viewer wondering what that character would have done without this fortuitous turn of events. Where was their plan going before it changed direction. It’s frustrating and distracting which is a shame because that’s the only thing wrong with the film, and it’s fairly minor.

There is nothing wrong with incorporating an accident into a plot, but it should be at the start of a film, to set the plot in motion. So that if any viewer says “Well, what if that had never happened?” other viewers can say, “Well, then there wouldn’t have been a story and they wouldn’t have made a film about it.”

But an accident at the end, even when it’s not deus ex machina, cheats the viewer. Once a plot starts up, everything should follow naturally from everything else. Even if things seem to come out of left-field, they should subsequently be rationalised by our understanding of what really happened.

This is a minor criticism of Heathen but I believe it’s a valid one and it stops the film being quite as good as it could be. But it is still excellent, a very fine slice of independent cinema. It is serious, it is dramatic, the characters are believable and sympathetic. Production, direction, acting and editing (by Shepherd) are all top notch, as are cinematography (also by Shepherd) and sound. Someone named Wilx, who has scored shorts such as Red Letter Day and Ella’s Dream, provides an atmospheric, often quite minimalist score. The sound design and mixing was done by Byron Bullock whose other credits include the commentary track on the recent Redemption DVD of Hunter’s Moon.

The small cast also includes John Hoye (who was in an episode of Allo Allo and a stage production of RUR) as William’s friend Josh, Steve Lorrigan, Grant Tulley, Paul Gravett and Charlotte Mead plus co-producer Jamie Tighe and Shepherd himself in cameo roles. Tom Rudd shares ‘story’ credit with Shepherd. And that is pretty much the sum total of the credits.

I was very impressed with Heathen, just as I was with The Kingdom of Shadows. I hope this gets lots of festival play and leads onto bigger and better things for Ross

MJS rating: A-

review originally posted 14th February 2009

Hell Asylum

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Director: Danny Draven
Writer: Trent Haaga
Producer: Tammi Sutton
Cast: Debra Mayer, Tanya Dempsey, Sunny Lombardo
Year of release: 2002
Country: USA
Reviewed from: US DVD (Tempe)


The ghastly phenomenon that was ‘reality TV’ - surely the least entertaining ‘entertainment’ idea ever - did at least spawn a tiny sub-sub-subgenre of movies taking the idea to the sort of level that it deserved, something where the self-obsessed fools who ‘starred’ in these shows, and the mindless executive morons who ran them, got what they deserved. To the likes of Series 7: The Contenders, Halloween: Resurrection and My Little Eye let us welcome Danny Draven’s Hell Asylum.

Tim Muskatell (The Ghouls, Unspeakable) plays Max, a TV executive who dreams up The Chill Challenge: fill a spooky old house with hidden cameras, put five hot chicks in there and prey on their worst fears - whoever survives till morning wins a million dollars. It should be stressed that this is not a Seduction Cinema movie like Naked Survivor, where any young ladies in peril will, de facto, turn out to be horny lesbians. Hell Asylum stars five very good actresses, playing five well-rounded, if clearly delineated, characters, and there is no nudity whatsoever.

Of course, the whole set-up is rigged - Max doesn’t want to shell out the million bucks - but things go wrong when it transpires that the building actually is haunted. By some very nasty, cowled, cannibalistic ghouls, one of whom, incredibly, is the gorgeous Brinke Stevens (The Naked Monster etc) under a ton of blue make-up. People start to die in particularly gruesome ways, a situation not helped by accidents and mistakes brought on by the confusion between the supernatural reality and the ‘reality’ created for the cameras.

From what is really a very simple premise, the screenplay by Trent Haaga (Terror Firmer, Citizen Toxie) develops nicely, avoiding the pitfalls of repetition and unoriginality into which it could so easily have slipped. It doesn’t actually explain who/what the supernatural ghouls are or why they’re on a killing spree, but hey, you can’t have everything. A top notch cast includes Debra Mayer (Decadent Evil, Voodoo Academy, The Gingerdead Man) and Tanya Dempsey (Deathbed, Witchouse 3)

Director Draven’s video diary is tremendously telling: the film spent nine days in pre-production and nine days shooting. To come up with something this impressive on such a tight schedule (and commensurably tiny budget) is remarkable. Admittedly it is a little short (without the lengthy end credits sequence, the movie is just over an hour) and all the innards on show do seem to resemble spaghetti more than any known human internal organ, but those are quibbles. Hell Asylum is a funny, scary, well-acted, well-made low-budget horror and thoroughly recommended. And it’s got Joe Estevez in a cameo as Max’s boss - star of Return of the Roller Blade Seven, Beach Babes from Beyond, Minds of Terror, Deathbed and about a million other classics - what more could you ask for?

Tempe’s Limited Special Edition DVD is unsurprisingly packed with extras (take note, Mr Big Studio DVD packager): a commentary by director Draven and composer Josephine Soegijanty (now Mrs Draven), the aforementioned video diary, cast and crew interviews, a separate mini-interview with President Bartlett (whoops - I mean, Mr Estevez), bloopers and out-takes, stills, trailers - and a whole other film! In this case, it’s Low Budget Pictures’ Mulva: Zombie Ass Kicker, complete with commentary and special intro by the cast of Filthy McNasty. (The regular DVD has Prison of the Dead instead of Mulva: Zombie Ass Kicker.)

The British DVD, which I have never seen in any shop, has only a trailer and touts itself as a 'Charles Band Classic'!

MJS rating: A-
review originally posted 13th March 2005

Venus Drowning

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Director: Andrew Parkinson
Writer: Andrew Parkinson
Producer: Andrew Parkinson
Cast: Jodi Jameson, Bart Ruspoli, Frida Show
Country: UK
Year of release: 2006
Reviewed from: UK festival screening (FFF 06)


It’s an odd thing to say about a film which opens with a young woman slitting her wrists, but Venus Drowning is not nearly as bleak or depressing as the director’s previous films.

Andy Parkinson is the fellow who brought us the brilliant I, Zombie - George Romero meets Ken Loach - and followed it with a partner piece, Dead Creatures, which was about a group of women where the first film had been about a single bloke. But there’s no zombies on show here, just a very, very weird thing lying on a beach.

Jodi Jameson stars as Dawn who, after her failed suicide attempt, is recommended by her psychiatrist (Brendan Gregory: Dr Reece in Dead Creatures) to spend sometime away from London, preferably at a location which has happy memories for her. She heads to the (out of season) seaside and takes up residence in an old family flat where she spent childhood holidays. Some of her toys and drawings are still there. Although she doesn’t know anyone in the town, she strikes up a friendship with local taxi driver John (Bart Ruspoli: Christian in Dead Creatures, later writer/producer of Devil's Playground) which looks promising.

She also finds a small, weird, limbless, faceless creature on the beach and, for some reason, decides to take it home and care for it. It’s alive, but what is it? We never find out and, frankly, that’s not what matters.

What matters is that the the creature somehow feeds on orgasmic energy - something that Dawn discovers after her visiting friend Milla (Frida Show, who subsequently played the title role in a biopic of Warhol starlet Nico) beds John one night - and it excretes an addictive slime which Dawn tastes - as you do. From this oddball scenario there develops a relationship between Dawn and the creature which is at one and the same time maternal and sexual, something which would obviously be creepy even if one of the participants wasn’t a squidgy creature from the tideline.


The idea of something which feeds on sexual energy is not completely original; the bonkers 1980s sci-fi film Liquid Sky (which Parkinson says he hasn’t seen) used a similar premise, but with tiny aliens in a flying saucer instead of a miniature marine monstrosity. The beastie grows in size and extends a tendril which makes its search for energy dangerous, even fatal, and although Dawn is not the direct cause of this, the film stands thematic comparison with Penetration Angst and Evil Clutch as well as the aforementioned Liquid Sky.

But the most obvious comparison is the work of David Cronenberg, most specifically The Brood - and this is an influence to which the director does admit. The precise nature of the creature isn’t important, no more than it was in The Brood or Shivers. What matters is how people react to it. (Parkinson describes it as “an alien baby mermaid with a mouth like a vagina.”)

Venus Drowning is a very weird film: part psychological introspection, part B-movie creature feature. It’s a movie which raises lots of questions but provides few answers and I like that. Fans of Parkinson’s work will lap this up and the absence of zombies proves that he’s no one-trick pony. That said, those people who hated I, Zombie because it wasn’t full of staggering cadavers moaning “Bwains!” will be equally confused and disappointed by Venus Drowning. Andrew Parkinson makes thinky films; if you don’t want to think, there’s a whole world of other films out there you can go watch.

Filmed in Cromer on the Norfolk coast in early 2004, Venus Drowning started playing festivals in 2006 and I caught it at the Festival of Fantastic Films in Manchester where, despite a midnight slot, it was warmly received by a good crowd who not only stayed to hear the director speak but insisted that he did so. Cinematographer Jason Shepherd, who has worked on concert videos for the likes of Snow Patrol and the White Stripes, continues his association with Parkinson, expertly shooting here on a mixture of Super-16, Super-8, Digibeta, Beta SP and DVcam, depending on what the scene demanded in terms of the main character’s psychological state.

The stars of I, Zombie, Dean Sipling and Ellen Softley, helped with casting the film and Softley also appears briefly as Dawn’s mother. Parkinson himself makes an uncredited Hitchcock-ian cameo as a man with a metal detector. Mike Tucker, well-known for his effects work on Red Dwarf and Doctor Who, created the ‘thing’.

One day, somebody is going to write a great , and possibly quite pretentious, thesis about the work of Andrew Parkinson because each of his films gives so much opportunity to discuss, debate and argue: what is going on and what does it mean?

MJS rating: A
review originally posted 13th November 2006

Hellbride

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Director: Pat Higgins
Writer: Pat Higgins
Producer: Pat Higgins
Cast: James Fisher, Rebecca Herod, James Kavaz
Country: UK
Year of release: 2007
Reviewed from: screener disc
Website:
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HellBride is the third feature from Pat Higgins and while it’s better than his debut TrashHouse, I have to say in all honesty that I didn’t enjoy this quite as much as KillerKiller (which was filmed after HellBride but completed first).

The film comes with one of the great tag-lines: ‘At Nicole’s wedding, there will be blood, mayhem and slaughter. There will also be cake, and a late bar.’ But this is somewhat misleading. There is indeed plenty of blood, a little mayhem and some undeniable slaughter but there is no cake and no late bar in this film. Anyone expecting, as I was, supernatural pandemonium at a wedding reception will have to look elsewhere because HellBride never gets past the actual ceremony. It’s a shame, but I think another tagline is called for.

The basic plot revolves around a cursed ring. A hundred years or so ago, a bride-to-be named Josephine Stewart (Eleanor James, who was in Forest of the Damned, has been cast in the frankly doubtful remake of The House on Straw Hill and looks like she could be the next Eileen Daly) discovered that her husband was cheating on her so she cut off her finger and then killed the bastard. Now she haunts the ring, bringing death and mayhem to anyone who tries to use it to get married. Only by actually tying the knot - while avoiding the vengeful spirit and her surprisingly corporeal axe - can the curse be broken.

Lee Parker (James Fisher: The Zombie Diaries) and Nicole Meadows (Rebecca Herod) are the latest happy couple to pick the troublesome ring. Lee is a stand-up comedian which is ironic as I noted that many of the cast of KillerKiller actually are stand-up comedians in real life, whereas Fisher seems to be strictly an actor. I’m not sure what Nicole does but her father Lesley (James Kavaz, Harris in KillerKiller, who passed away suddenly while this film was in post-production and to whom it is rightly dedicated) is a businessman with some shady, but unspecified, dealings. In fact he owes a local mob boss named Mr Gardenia a quarter of a million quid.

When Gardenia’s unpleasant son Jason (Joey Page - not the American singer of that name) comes calling, Lesley Meadows kills him and is surprised to find that Nicole is unfazed by this, even offering to help dispose of the body.

Meanwhile, Josephine Stuart has started manifesting herself to Nicole and Lee, along with a curious, unexplained character in a sort of heavy cloak who wears a long, beak-like, metal mask. Described as a ‘monster’, I can’t work out who or what this is, nor could I work out who it is that is killed after the ‘monster’ emerges from behind a sofa (although I subsequently discovered it's the jeweler who sold Lee the ring). Beaky is some sort of supernatural henchman of Josephine’s but no explanation is offered.

Counterpointing the lovey-dovey couple are their respective best friends, jack-the-lad Ricky (Oli Wilkinson: Luke in TrashHouse) and reformed gothette Carly (Natalie Milner) who are, of course, an ex-couple themselves, now hiding their simmering feelings for each other underneath a layer of antipathy. As Carly was once interested in the dark arts, Nicole seeks her help and the two young women drive through the night to visit Carly’s geeky cousin Sinclair (Cy Henty, who was in both of Higgins’ previous features) whose knowledge of the supernatural enables him to temporarily deal with Josephine Stuart.

The first two acts of the film are very enjoyable. Comedy is the hardest genre to attempt in a low-budget picture, especially romantic comedy, but HellBride manages to be both funny and romantic and the gradual intrusion of the horror elements is deftly handled. The characters are believable and sympathetic, the dialogue often hilarious.

It’s the third act, the wedding itself, that left me somewhat disappointed. The hall where the civil ceremony takes place is represented by a high-ceilinged room with yellow curtains around all four sides. A few flowers and balloons are not enough to make this feel like somewhere that a couple are actually getting married. Also contributing to the lack of a wedding feel is the absence of any guests, explained by Lesley having filled the hall with hitmen to protect the happy couple, rightly fearing that Gardenia will want to spoil the day in revenge for his son’s death.

As the supernatural shenanigans start inside the hall, we are expected to believe that Meadows’ men are having a pitched gun-battle outside with a gang of hoods hired by Gardenia, yet we never hear any shouts or gunshots - and that seems to me to be a major (albeit relatively easily fixed) problem with these scenes.

More intrinsic is a sudden lack of pace. Just as the film is reaching its climax, with a gangster battle outside and Josephine and Beaky prepared to do anything in their power to stop Nicole marrying Lee... the film seems to slow down. There’s no panic in the climax, no powerful bang-bang-bang in either the editing or or the music, and the story really, really needs to be ramped up, once the bullets start flying and the ghost appears, into a powerful, punchy piece of action.

There is still some sparkling dialogue and plenty of gore - don’t get me wrong - but where is the excitement? Where is the tension? Things should be happening on top of each other, not in sedate succession. This third act should build to a climax until the final, inevitable bride vs bride denouement - and it doesn’t. I don’t know what has happened there. It must be a deliberate decision on Pat Higgins’ part but it’s very strange.

HellBride is good fun and very original - and I can appreciate that a tight budget is not going to allow for some massive Richard Curtis-style society wedding in a marquee the size of Wiltshire - but it lacks oomph when it needs it. Plus I still don’t understand who or what Beaky is. On the plus side, Cy Henty (who also contributed the drawings shown under the very funny prologue and epilogue) absolutely steals the picture with a terrific comic turn as Sinclair. Danielle Laws from KillerKiller turns up in a film-within-a-film, a monster spoof titled Squid Slayer that Lee and Ricky watch on TV.

‘Gore and prosthetics’ are credited to Beverley Chorlton who also worked on KillerKiller and did a terrific job on both films. Alan Ronald (Jesus vs the Messiah) once again handles cinematography. Higgins pulled quadruple duty, as usual, as writer, director, producer and editor - and also found time to crop up in one scene as a comedy club compere.

I really wanted to like HellBride more than I did, possibly because my hopes of cake and a late bar were unrealistically high. It is a good, funny, gory, romantic comedy horror but it’s let down by that flat third act. Tighter editing and a background track of screams and gunfire would have made all the difference.

MJS rating: B-
review originally posted 2nd May 2007

Hellgate

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Director: William A Levey
Writer: Michael O’Rourke
Producer: Anant Singh
Cast: Ron Palillo, Petrea Curran, Joanne Ward
Country: South Africa
Year of release: 1989
Reviewed from: R2 DVD (Anchor Bay)


This may possibly be the worst horror film of the 1980s. Hellgate is completely nonsensical and neither scary nor entertaining in the slightest. It is like watching randomly selected scenes from completely different films, all of which star the same actors wearing the same clothes. This is one of those films where you can’t actually tell, just by watching, whether or not it is a comedy. I’m still not sure and, frankly, it doesn’t matter because even if this was supposed to be funny, that doesn’t excuse or explain the cut-price special effects, the lousy acting, the appallingly bad production design, the hopeless direction or the utterly inept editing which seems to have been done in a shed with a pair of garden shears.

Nor, for that matter, does it excuse the awful 1980s fashions and hairstyles, but there’s not much anybody could have done about them, I suppose.

Blonde Chuck (Evan J Kliser: Space Mutiny, American Ninja 3, American Kickboxer), his short-haired girlfriend Bobby (Joanne Ward: Night of the Cyclone) and their permed friend Pam (Petrea Curran) are telling each other ghost stories in a lodge which they have rented while they wait for Pam’s boyfriend Matt. Bobby tells the others the story of the ‘Hellgate Hitchhiker’ which apparently everyone around there knows (suggesting that Bobby is local although this doesn’t otherwise seem to be the case).

“It all happened a long, long time ago,” she says, “way back in the 1950s.”

This is the first and last decent line of dialogue in the entire film.

Four bikers on three bikes roar down the highway in this opening flashback, demonstrating how hard they are by clenching their fists at each other in a display of macho posturing which would - in a more intelligent film - clearly identify them as homosexuals. They stop at a large isolated diner with a big neon sign - it looks more like a nightclub from the outside - which has a gas station next to it. Inside, they throw out all the customers apart from one bloke whom they seem to know so he might be another biker but there is no explanation.

The bikers harass the waitress (Lynda Powell) and then, when an attractive young woman enters, decide to have some delinquent fun. This is Josie (model Abigail Wolcott in her only screen role; she now markets a range of skin-care products and is married to celebrity chef Tom Valenti): tall, slim, ponytailed, softly spoken. The bikers grab her, rip her skirt off and - when the diner’s cook (Tom Hoskins) appears with a shotgun - carry her out to their hogs and roar off.

They head up to ‘Lucas Carlyle’s Hellgate, an authentic 1890’s ghost town’, as it says on a sign over the entrance, complete with incorrect apostrophe. This appears to be some sort of tourist attraction although it is clear that the makers of this film didn’t really work out what it was supposed to be. Basically it’s a collection of new-looking (and flimsy-looking) wooden buildings in the style of the 1890s but with flashing fairy lights strung along every roof. Various people wander up and down the main street, despite this being the middle of the night.

The hoods torment Josie in a sequence which seems gratuitously misogynist even to me (and I’m someone who loathes film critics who accuse films of misogyny so that should indicate quite how bad this is). She runs away but is cornered down an alley by the two lead bikers, Zonk (Lance Vaughan), who looks like Gary Busey, and Buzz (Frank Notard: Rebel Storm) who looks like the lead singer of Dexy’s Midnight Runners.

No, honestly. Zonk.

A moustachioed fellow who bears a passing resemblance to John Astin appears and yells, “Stay away from my daughter!” This is Lucas Carlyle himself, played by Carel Trichardt. He flings an axe into Buzz’s head at the same time that Buzz flings a chain which wraps itself around Carlyle’s left wrist, almost severing his hand. As Zonk revs up his bike to leave, Carlyle uses his other hand to throw a knife although we don’t see where that goes because of the crap editing.

There is absolutely no indication of what happens to the other two bikers, identified in the credits as Fast Freddy (Alan Pierce) and Nervous Norman (Jonathan Taylor) but as they share a bike and one of them is what is known (I believe) as a ‘bear’ it’s not unreasonable to assume that they got married and lived happily ever after. Zonk makes it back as far as the garage next to the diner where we see him remove the knife from his thigh, producing the traditional spurt of blood. (You know, a severed vein just causes blood to well up. If the blood is pumping out in rhythmic spurts that means an artery has been sliced and the victim is going to die very, very soon unless a tourniquet is applied immediately and urgent medical attention sought. But anyway...)

Back in 1989-era present day, Bobby continues with the story...

Some time later, business is poor at the ‘ghost town’; this second flashback is the only time we see the place in daylight, incidentally. There are a few simply written notices attached to various buildings but no sign of any marketing or, I don’t know, prices or anything. No real attempt has been made to make this location - whatever and wherever it is - look like an actual tourist attraction, successful or otherwise.

We now meet Jonas (Victor Mellaney: Safari 3000, Cyborg Cop II, Operation Delta Force II, The Last Leprechaun), a grizzled old timer who helps out around Hellgate fixing things. He goes into a small cave which is supposedly dressed up as a fake gold mine but which in actual fact merely has a sign inside saying ‘Genuine gold ore nuggets’. In attempting to repair this sign, Jonas is distracted by the crappiest looking, plastic, joke-shop bat that I have ever seen. He whacks it with his shovel - an essential tool for anyone planning to repair a notice on the wall of a fake cave, apparently - and it falls to the floor.

Then Jonas sees a pulsating blue light coming from behind some rocks and discovers a large, glowing crystal which fires a beam of blue light at the bat - which promptly flies up off the ground again. The old man rushes off up to see Carlyle, who lives in a huge mansion within easy shuffling distance of the ‘town’.

Now, it is not clear when this flashback takes place as everyone wears fake period clothes but it seems to be closer to the 1950s than the 1980s. Carlyle has a large black and white photo of his daughter on the wall behind his desk and we are meant to think that Josie died that night that the biker gang (whom we later learn were called ‘the Strangers’) came to town. But if so, why does she have very 1980s hair and make-up in this portrait? Well, apparently because the film-makers merely used a photo from Abigail Wolcott’s modelling portfolio and weren’t bothered about the anachronistic styling.

Anyway, Jonas shows Carlyle the crystal and tells him about the bat. Carlyle decides to test the crystal’s life-restoring properties on a goldfish, swimming in a much-too-small bowl on his desk, despite the fish not actually being dead. Zapped by the ray, the fish grows and mutates into an ugly fish monster, shattering the bowl and subsequently exploding. Carlyle then turns the ray onto a stuffed turtle which he just happens to have lying around and the thing comes to life as a distinctly shoddy hand-puppet. Delighted, Carlyle sticks his laughing face right up against the turtle’s beak and is promptly savaged.

You would think that any film which features a man being attacked by a zombie turtle would be at least slightly entertaining. But you would be wrong.

The turtle then explodes.

Finally the crystal blasts a beam at Jonas who suffers through a series of incremental make-ups which show him either getting old or melting (it’s not clear) as he screams and starts to smoulder.

He also explodes, albeit off-screen.

Carlyle of course thinks that he can use the crystal to bring his daughter back to life; his daughter who is buried in a large, genuine cemetery just outside the minute, fake town, under a slab surmounted by a crude, life-size, recumbent statue of herself.

Has any of this made any sense yet? No? Well, buckle up because we’re just getting started.

Now we see Matt (Ron Palillo from Friday the 13th Part VI, top-billed here as token name value on the basis of having been in a 1970s sitcom called Welcome Back Kotter; he was also the voice of the title character in a cartoon series called Rubik the Amazing Cube), stopping off at the diner from the first flashback where he is chatted up by the waitress (Kimberleigh Stark: Cyborg Cop I and II, Project Shadowchaser II,Terminator Woman). He also buys some gas from the garage which is now run by Zonk (Lance Vaughan again, with some really, really bad make-up and hair that does absolutely nothing to make him look 30 years older). Back out on the road, Matt nearly knocks down a mysterious woman clad in a white shift, whom we recognise as Josie. She has lost her ponytail and her 1950s innocence and now has the ability to affect cars (although it’s unclear in what way) using her glowing eyes.

Thinking she’s not well, Matt offers to drive her home, a journey which takes them through Hellgate where he sees people wandering around in a daze, including (we notice, briefly) Buzz. At Carlyle’s mansion, Josie tries to seduce Matt but they are interrupted by the arrival of Lucas Carlyle himself. Carel Trichardt’s ageing make-up is not as bad as Lance Vaughan’s but is still not convincing. Carlyle has a stump where his chain-damaged hand was removed (except of course his fore-arm is now that much longer) and three metal clamps on the side of his head, presumably repairing the damage down by the zombie turtle.

Before it exploded.

(Incidentally, although Carlyle did indeed use the crystal to resurrect Josie, there is no explanation of why she didn’t explode too.)

As Matt makes his escape, Carlyle blasts a couple of rays from the crystal: the first causes a small explosion, the second slices the end off a water-ski sticking out of the back. When Matt makes it to the lodge, Chuck is annoyed to see that his water-ski is damaged. There is never any other suggestion that any of this takes place anywhere near the sea.

After Matt and Pam have made out because they haven’t seen each other for nearly a day(?), Matt and the girls head off to the diner (in a purple jeep) to eat - with only a cursory explanation of why Chuck isn’t with them. On leaving they drive as far as the gas station (ie. next door) before Matt yells to stop the car because he has to explore the place. He finds some newspaper cuttings about the disappearance of Buzz, which look rather less than 30 years old, and is then thrown around the room by Zonk before leaping into the back of the jeep, which roars off.

Picking up Chuck, they head up to Hellgate, which still has those same twinkling fairy lights. In the cemetery, Matt finds his jacket (which he had lent to Josie) being worn by the statue on her grave, even though the statue is lying down. When they actually enter Hellgate, things start to get really weird.

From this point there is nothing to be gained by my trying to recall the narrative sequence of events - because there isn’t one. Here are some of the things that happen:

    • Bobby sees a piano playing itself. A man appears from nowhere, playing it, then fades away. The others tell her it’s just a player piano.
    • A curtain is pulled aside to reveal an attractive woman, who smiles at the boys then walks away through a wall. Despite this ghostly activity, Pam protests, “She’s a zombie.”
    • The quartet find a dozen or more classic cars, some of which have been there since the 1960s according to the documents inside. Chuck proposes taking a couple and selling them. Bobby is nearly grabbed by a cadaverous, Cryptkeeper-like ghoul in one car. Then all the headlights come on at once.
    • Dead bodies rise from the graves in the cemetery.
    • Dead-looking people materialise in chairs.
    • A small crowd of zombies advances down the main street but is completely forgotten about a minute or so later.
    • Bobby announces, “My ankle’s sore. I think I’ve twisted it.” This is notable for two reasons: because her pronunciation makes it sound like “My uncle’s sore” and because how can you only think you’ve twisted your ankle? A sprain, a fracture or a break can’t be determined without a medical check, but you either twist your ankle or you don’t. There can’t be any element of doubt. It’s like saying. “I think I’ve got a headache.”
    • Carlyle takes the keys from the purple jeep, carries them a few yards down the street then just drops them on the ground. When Chuck and Bobby make it to the jeep, Chuck goes looking for the keys and fortuitously finds them. At this point, Carlyle slices the young man’s head off with a sign. Yes, a painted sign that apparently has razor-sharp edges. In the actual effects shot, it is noticeable that Carlyle is wearing the moustache and costume from the 1950s scenes, rather than the metal faceplates and 1980s costume which he wears in the shots before and after.
    • Bobby, understandably traumatised, finds Matt and Pam but they leave her in the saloon (“Can you think of a better place than a saloon?” asks Matt, without a hint of irony). She looks at the stage - or rather, we cut to the stage, because there is nothing to indicate that this is in the same room - where she sees an MC appear out of thin air. This bearded, bowler-hatted, English-accented chap tells a couple of crap jokes and then introduces five cancan dancers (who also fade into existence), the last of which seems to be Bobby herself. Except that crap direction means we never get a good enough look to be sure, and there is no reaction on Joanne’s face because it looks like the actress wasn’t even told what she would be seeing.
    • While Bobby watches the dance with a glassy expression, Carlyle appears behind her and puts a length of stout rope across (not around) her throat, which causes blood to dribble from her mouth. When we cut back to her after another shot of the dancers, she is dead. There is a rope burn on her neck but no sign of blood on her chin.
    • Every so often, we cut to shots of Josie, lying on a bed and murmuring, “Matt...” The make-up team have given her a pasty face but her neck, shoulders and arms are still nicely tanned.
    • We also get a couple of cutaway shots of Zonk, back at the garage, sharpening first an axe and then a machete.
    • Matt and Pam, attempting to escape, see the purple jeep pull up in front of them with the undead Bobby and Chuck in the front. So they take a different car and head up to the mansion (the one that old man Jonas was able to walk to).
    • Inside this colonial-style building are all the trappings of a gothic castle, complete with suits of armour and large amounts of cobwebs. Matt goes upstairs while Pam explores the kitchen - which doesn't match the rest of the house at all. Inside the fridge she finds a severed head which sings: “I just want my body.” (This is director William A Levey himself, apparently ripping off a gag from Young Frankenstein but without using a real song.) Pam says, “Get a grip of yourself!” and shuts the fridge door.
    • Upstairs, Matt is seduced, again, by Josie. Pam appears but is knocked to the floor. Josie then moves a knife very, very, very slowly towards Matt’s throat, giving Pam enough time to wake up, take in the situation and knock the knife away. Except she doesn’t knock the knife away, but Josie stops what she’s doing anyway.
    • Pam and Matt escape but find that Carlyle is on the roof of their car. Instead of just screeching to a halt and letting momentum take its course, they deliberately crash into a building. As Carlyle struggles to his feet, Zonk suddenly appears, standing on the back of the car, waving his axe and machete. Carlyle blasts him with the crystal and Zonk falls to the floor, never to be seen again.
    • The building collapses on top of Carlyle but as it seems to be made of only very light planking it’s no surprise when his hand emerges from the wreckage.
    • Matt and Pam drive away from Hellgate but stop close enough to look back and see the buildings blowing up for no apparent reason.


    There is undoubtedly more but I have blocked it from my memory. This should however be enough to demonstrate that there is absolutely no attempt at continuity or sense. I wondered at one point whether this was all supposed to be a nightmare, or a Carnival of Souls-type situation, but I don’t think it is because, apart from anything else, whose nightmare would it be? Most of the really weird things happen to Bobby and she dies before the end. Throughout all of this, incidentally, there is constant thunder and lightning but never a hint of rain.

    The number of questions raised is probably longer than the actual film script. Prime among them are:

    • Is the town inhabited by ghosts or by zombies?
    • Why does a fake town have a real cemetery?
    • What do Carlyle and his daughter actually do?
    • Why does Zonk go to the town and why do we only see him for about a second and a half when he gets there?
    • And possibly the most important question of all: can I get my money back?

    Actually, I’m reviewing this from the same disc that I was sent to review for SFX. I received the DVD on Friday, watched it on Saturday, wrote the reviews on Sunday and Monday and by Tuesday the disc had achieved that rare feat of being on sale in a charity shop before it was actually released.

    Hellgate really is unremitting shite from start to finish, scraping the barrel in terms of direction, script and production design to the extent that the crappy special effects and the wooden acting seem to rise by comparison to the level of mere mediocrity. A large part of the blame must lie with director Levey who started his career with the worst blaxploitation film ever made, Blackenstein, and followed it with Wham Bam Thank You Spaceman and The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington. This was his last film, thank the Lord. He may have been working from a crappy script, and perhaps the producer interfered, but much of the direction is simply incompetent. One of the most extraordinary things about the film is that it wasn’t directed by Alan Smithee, because it’s difficult to see why anyone would keep their name on this rubbish.

    Scriptwriter Michael O’Rourke wrote and directed two other crappy late 1980s horror movies, Deadly Love and Moonstalker, before disappearing from whence he came. Producer Anant Singh’s other credits include Sarafina!, Cry the Beloved Country, The Mangler and Bravo Two Zero. Observant readers will have gather by now that this film, although set in California, was actually a South African production. Cinematographer Peter Palmer was second unit focus puller on Shaka Zulu, which is about as low as one can go in the pecking order of crew members without actually doing the catering.

    Speaking of people with minor credits, the sleeve of this DVD repeats the claim from the original New World video that the film comes “from the special effects masters behind Hellraiser and Hellbound.” Which is odd as Bob Keen did the effects for those two movies. A close analysis of the credits finds that one of the members of Keen’s Image Animation team on Hellbound was Alan Hedgecock and that Allen Hedgecock is one of three people credited with the effects on Hellgate. It is obvious that he made only a very minor contribution to Hellbound and if he did any work at all on Hellraiser it wasn’t enough to get a credit. (An unpleasant addendum to this is that in 2007 Alan Hedgecock was found guilty of possession of child pornography and conspiracy to rape a minor and setenced to prison. - MJS)

    Astoundingly for such an ineptly edited film (or maybe not so astoundingly) there are three credited editors: Alan Baard, Max Lemon (Picnic at Hanging Rock and, um, Gor) and Chris Barnes - who started out working for Hammer on Plague of the Zombies and continued through to The Legend of the Seven Golden Vampires, fifteen films later. He also worked on The Last Horror Film, Masks of Death and Sammy's Super T-Shirt. No production designer is credited and that also says a lot.

    Also in the cast are Len Sparrowhawk (Terminator Woman, American Kickboxer, Zulu Dawn, Lethal Ninja) and Alan Granville (Black Terrorist, Prey for the Hunter) as a couple of deputies who decide not to go to Hellgate (so what was the point of including them?).

    Sometimes even crap films get a decent DVD release, but in this case the normally reliable Anchor Bay have apparently gone insane. Not only are there no extras of any kind, not even a trailer, they have actually listed the fact that the film is presented in the wrong ratio as a feature! The US release, also through Anchor Bay and double-billed with something called The Pit, was 1.77:1, formatted for 16:9. I’m not a stickler for aspect ratios but the ‘features box’ on the back of the UK sleeve actually crows “Fullscreen presentation (1.33:1)”. Just astounding. The film runs 87 minutes which matches the 91 minutes of the NTSC version; some sources list the original film as 97 minutes but I certainly don’t want to ever sit through another six minutes of this tripe.

    As somebody whose job it is to watch films that most people would consider “the worst film I have ever seen” I try to avoid using specious phrases like “the worst film I have ever seen” - but this really, genuinely is (one of) the worst film(s) I have ever seen. It is relentlessly, unremittingly, mindbendingly bad on every level and in every way without a single thing in its favour.

    MJS rating: D-
    review originally posted 13th February 2006

    The Hellraiser Chronicles: A Question of Faith

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    Director: RN Millward
    Writer: Kieron Hazel
    Producers: RN Millward, Kieron Hazel
    Cast: Rob Leetham, Adrian Palmer, Leila Gray
    Country: UK
    Year of release: 2005
    Reviewed from: screener DVD


    I’m not the right person to review this film. For one thing, this is not part of the never-ending Hellraiser franchise but a fan film and I never watch fan films. There are enough original movies out there - and certainly enough genuine sequels - that I have neither need nor time for unofficial, amateur spin-offs.

    Nor can I claim to be a serious Hellraiser fan. Out of the eight films I have seen number one about twenty years ago and number three a couple of weeks ago (in preparation for watching this). It goes without saying that a low-budget, unauthorised indie short is never going to live up to the original Hellraiser, one of the best British horror films of the modern era. But by the same token, it goes without saying that this is much better than Hellraiser III, although that’s unfairly faint praise; I have squeezed better things than Hellraiser III out of my bottom.

    Anyone I watched this because it was the first thing on a disc of three short films that RN Millward sent me. It’s not a bad little half-hour horror film if viewed in its own right and in fact if you took the Lamont Configuration out of it and redesigned the bad guy’s costume so he looks less like a Cenobite, you’d have a decent little film that could stand up on its own without trying to piggyback on someone else’s ideas.

    Father Dominic Farrell (Rob Leetham: Waiting for Dawn, Whatever Happened to Pete Blaggit) buys a terraced house which is haunted by the ghosts of three friends with whom he shared an unwise demonic summoning twenty years earlier. The demon was a Cenobite (Adrian Palmer) who started life as an Italian priest in the 1930s called Father Lombardo (also Palmer), who became corrupted when he gave in to the sins of the flesh and raped a possessed girl (Leila Gray). Father Farrell needs to raise the Cenobite again and send it back to Hell in order to free his friends’ souls. I think.

    The spooky scenes are particularly well directed and edited, raising some genuine chills. However, there’s no real air of sexual menace, with the Cenobite looking more like a pasty-faced bloke in a leather jacket. However, the flashback Italian scenes, introduced with an excellent effects shot of a hanging miniature, are quite powerful as the possessed girl lures Father Lombardo into sin.

    This screener disc was absolutely packed with extras including two commentaries, in one of which Millward discusses the problems which the productions faced because of the paucity of budget and schedule. He also points out some aspects of the story which, to be frank, don’t come across in the film itself.

    A Question of Faith is, so we’re told, a pilot for a proposed TV series. While I have no doubt that there will some day be a Hellraiser TV series, simply because it’s a franchise that refuses to die, that series is clearly not going to be this, because rights holders always commission their own projects, rather than picking up speculative fan productions, however well-produced. One must assume that Millward and friends are aware of this rather basic truth of How The Media Works so it’s not clear how serious the ‘pilot’ status of this short film should be taken.

    What is even odder than the concept of a fan-produced TV pilot is that absolutely nowhere in the credits is there any mention of Clive Barker. Plenty of other people get a ‘thank you’ but there’s no acknowledgement that this film owes its entire existence, ultimately, to Mrs Barker’s little lad Clive. It’s like making a Star Wars fan film without even a tip of the hat to George Lucas. I rather assumed that people who made fan films would be fans.

    I really don’t know whether this is any good as a Hellraiser story or as a fan film. In its own right, it’s a decent enough 30 minutes of low-budget spookiness. But I don't want to make a habit of reviewing fan films. That's not what I do.

    MJS rating: B-
    review originally posted 15th April 2006

    Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth

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    Director: Anthony Hickox
    Writer: Peter Atkins
    Producers: Lawrence Mortorff , Christopher Figg
    Cast: Doug Bradley, Terry Farrell, Paula Marshall
    Country: USA
    Year of release: 1992
    Reviewed from: UK DVD


    Many, many years ago I saw Hellraiser, probably on its first TV screening. I recall it being very good. I don’t think I ever saw Hellraiser II and I know I have never seen any of the subsequent six sequels - although I have read about them in Doug Bradley’s book.

    Before I could review RN Millward’s fan film The Hellraiser Chronicles: A Question of Faith, I thought that I had better reacquaint myself with the franchise proper, so I wasted an hour and a half of my life watching Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth, a movie which, while it’s not quite as bad as Hellgate, is nevertheless utterly awful in almost every respect and something that no right-thinking person would want to include on their CV.

    Terry Farrell from Deep Space Nine stars as the most monumentally miscast female lead in a horror film ever (apart from Julia Roberts in Mary Reilly, obviously). She is dreadful but even a good actress would struggle with this terrible dialogue, wafer-thin characterisation and nonsensical plotting. Poor old Doug Bradley spends the first half of the film in a large box with his face stuck through a hole in the front, which is supposed to be some sort of ‘pillar’ in which he has been trapped. Whereas Pinhead was an enigmatic and unnerving manifestation of evil in the first film (when he didn’t even have a name), by Part III he has been transformed into a stock monster spouting lame sub-Freddy jokes as he blasts people to pieces with his magical powers.

    Much of the film takes place in a night club which, in the manner of these things, is brightly lit and plays music at a reasonable volume. There are a few weird statues on the walls as a token nod towards the fetishism which made the first film sexually powerful as well as horrific but for the most part all the absolutely integral S&M elements of the franchise have been stripped away from the story: there’s no M and virtually no S and all that leaves is an ampersand. Which, you know, just doesn’t do it for me on any level.

    Farrell (whose non-Trek genre credits consist of Legion, Deep Core, Psychic Murders, an episode of the 1980s Twilight Zone, a Quantum Leap and the American Red Dwarf pilot) is Joey Summerskill, a bottom-of-the-rung TV reporter who doesn’t seem to work for any actual network or company but who nevertheless manages to live in a huge split-level apartment with gorgeous views of Manhattan. In a deeply stupid prologue she is hanging around in a hospital emergency room when a young man is wheeled in with chains and hooks stuck into his flesh. He is plonked onto the operated table and promptly explodes. Apparently, Joey has no story because there was no cameraman to capture it, although there are numerous witnesses among the medical staff.

    Kevin Bernhardt (who was ‘Dr Byron Shelley’ in two Dracula-themed episodes of Superboy and also wrote the screenplay for Jill the Ripper) plays JP Monroe, narcissistic owner of the aforementioned night club, which is called The Boiler Room. He lives directly above the club, the sound of which can be completely muted by simply closing his front door (I told you the music was quiet) and his hobby is picking up girls downstairs, screwing them upstairs them throwing them out. He buys the Pinhead-in-a-box pillar from a weird art dealer and installs it in the club then moves it to his bedroom when it gets chipped (well, duh).

    Paula Marshall (The Flash, Full Eclipse, Warlock: The Armageddon, WEIRD World) is Terri, gum-chewing wannabe gothette of no fixed abode who is a former ‘girlfriend’ of JP and who is Joey’s only clue to what happened (she finds her by asking if anyone in the club has seen “a pretty girl”, a description which one might think would need narrowing down a bit more). Eventually the pillar has consumed enough souls for Pinhead to break free and he goes on a rampage, killing everyone at the club in a sequence that is completely mishandled: everyone panics when they see him, but it’s just a bloke in a leather dress. Most goth nightclubs are full of them. Apparently The Boiler Room is in a part of the city so isolated that absolutely no-one is aware of this carnage and all the various explosions involved in it, although Pinhead causes a fake news report to magically appear on Joey’s unplugged TV, sending her down there to investigate.

    We then get to see one of the most awful and dumb chase scenes ever as Joey is pursued through empty streets (actually: almost empty, which is even dumber) by Pinhead, a few other Cenobites and lots of carefully controlled explosions. A couple of police cars turn up but the cops are killed and of course there’s no sort of back-up. The new Cenobites, by the way, are made from people who were at the club: the DJ (Brent Bolthouse pre-transformation; Eric Willhelm afterwards) has CDs stuck in his head and can shoot razor-sharp CDs from his flat, wide mouth; Joey’s cameraman (Ken Carpenter: Tammy and the T Rex - apparently dubbed) who got there before her has his camera melded with his head and can knock out people’s skulls with his telephoto lens if they get close enough; and the barman (played by scriptwriter Pete Atkins, who also wrote Hellraiser II and IV and the first Wishmaster) has some sort of deadly cocktail shaker.

    Key to all this of course is the Lamont Configuration box which is stuck in the pillar and then comes into Joey’s possession and which enables her to beat Pinhead at the climax through a completely arbitrary bit of deus ex machina. She then buries the box in some wet cement, although why a deserted building site would have cement so freshly laid that you can plunge your hand easily into it up to the elbow is yet another unexplained piece of bad storytelling. The film’s one good idea is an epilogue set a few years later in the completed office building when we see that the designs from the box have been used to decorate the walls, turning the whole place into one gigantic Lamont Configuration - although whether that’s a good or bad thing I couldn’t say.

    As well as playing Pinhead, Bradley gets to appear out of make-up as a First World War British officer who is apparently the character’s origin. Walking Joey through a corpse-filled Flanders trench and then 1920s Cairo, he unloads pages of infodump exposition on her; these scenes are related somehow to very badly staged dreams that Joey has about her father being killed in Vietnam. It seems that ‘Captain Elliot Spencer’ sought out weird S&M practices and demonic rituals as some sort of closure to the horrors of the trenches and frankly this is where the whole sorry mess of a film tips over from being just badly made and risibly scripted to actually being naive and offensive. To compare sadomasochistic sexual practices with the horrors of the Belgian front is in incredibly bad taste, detracts from what little enjoyment the film may give and is appallingly disrespectful to the millions who died there.

    Astoundingly, Hellraiser III is not a stravisnut but actually played theatrically. I can’t imagine how pissed off I would be if I had paid good money to see this at the cinema (my copy was one of 20 films that I picked up for £9.99 so I just about got my 50p’s worth). This version includes a couple of shots which were apparently cut from earlier releases. Whoop-de-doo.

    Ashley Laurence from the first two films makes a brief appearance in a video recording of a police interview, and most of the rest of the cast are stuntmen and stuntwomen. Producer Lawrence Mortorff (Children of the Corn II, Tarzan and the Lost City, The Omega Code), director Anthony Hickox (Waxwork I and II, Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, Full Eclipse, Prince Valiant) and his brother James (editor on this film; director of Children of the Corn III, Blood Surf and The Gardener) all make cameo appearances and Clayton Hill (Dawn of the Dead) turns up as a priest in a scene where Joey tries unsuccessfully to find sanctuary in a church. Embarrassing beyond belief, Pinhead’s mockery of religion neither shocks nor impresses and is a half hearted attempt to ape the charred-black Catholic guilt which underpins Clive Barker’s work. The whole scene comes across as merely childish, like a thirteen-year-old trying to shock their parents by wearing a sweatshirt with a swearword on the back.

    Behind the camera, many of the crew also worked on Waxwork I and II, Warlock: The Armageddon, Children of the Corn II and III and Hellraiser IV. Cinematographer Gerry Lively’s other credits include Project Eliminator, Son of Darkness, Future Shock, Return of the Living Dead Part III, DNA and Soulkeeper. Production designer Steve Hardie worked on Nightbreed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the TV series, not the film). Other notable names include costume designer Leonard Pollack (Candyman), composer Randy Miller (Space Marines, Witchcraft), make-up effects artist Mark Coulier (Attack of the Clones, various Harry Potter films, two versions of Frankenstein, Alien vs Predator and Little Britain!) and top special effects bloke Bob Keen - of course - who also directed the second unit. Author/editor Stephen Jones (The Essential Monster Movie Guide etc) was unit publicist on the film.

    Clive Barker is credited as executive producer but I can’t believe his contribution went beyond cashing a cheque. To be honest, I suspect most of those involved did this for the money. I’ve met Messrs Hickox, Lively, Bradley and Keen and all are much better at their jobs than this by-the-numbers film suggests.

    The oddest thing in the credits is the fact that Carol Sue Baker gets her name in letters three times as big as anyone else - including the stars and the director - for being, um, ‘music supervisor’. Her other credits include Sex and the City and Monster’s Ball and she must have one hell of an agent.

    Hellraiser III is a pathetically lame film which does almost everything wrong, the epitome of the crap sequel. I don’t normally quote other reviews but my mate Kevin Lyons summed it up perfectly over at the Encyclopaedia of Fantastic Film and Television: “The film itself is full of unlikeable people doing obscure things for no discernible reason.”

    MJS rating: D
    review originally posted 9th April 2006

    interview: Frank Scantori

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    I first met Frank Scantori on the set of Elisar Cabrera's Witchcraft X: Mistress of the Craft, which is where I conducted this previously unpublished interview. Our paths would cross occasionally over the next 15 years and we'd swap the odd email about projects. It was always a delight to see Frank in a film: he had a knack for picking interesting projects likeRoom 36andKill Keith, and he never failed to act everyone else off the screen. Frank passed away in September 2013 and I found out a few weeks later, which is why I'm posting this interview as a tribute to him. RIP Frank. 

    What are you on this film?
    "Co-producer, assistant director, fight and stunt co-ordinator, casting director and I also play Ben Markowitz."

    Who's he?
    "Ben Markowitz is the director of Bureau 17, runs the whole agency, so he's very much like everyone's boss. I co-ordinate between all the other bureaus throughout the Interpol network, and then call in specialist people like Celeste."

    What did you do as casting director?
    "I assisted in the casting. I organised the whole process and supplied the list of actors to Elisar and Jonathan, and they chose whoever they needed. I made certain recommendations for certain people who I knew would do the job and would give the best performance. A mixture of people I've worked with before and people whose work I've seen. There's loads of different types of combinations you can pick. We also tried to bring in new people who have specific types of skills - see how they work and what they're like."

    Are you happy with the cast and crew?
    "I think they're brilliant, every single one of them. It's very hard work, but everyone's pulled together. There hasn't been a single row yet. Admittedly it's only day five, but I've been on productions where day one we've had arguments. But the crew are really good. They all get on well together; they're fun. It's a very, very tiring shoot as well but they overcome it and do it. People are up about five o'clock in the morning and not going home till about midnight, and still manage to keep a smile on their face."

    Fight and stunt co-ordinator?
    "Yes, for my sins. I used to do quite a bit of stuff in the past. I studied it at drama school and I used to do a bit before, regardless of the size I am. I've done a lot of martial arts in the past and I've also been in the Parachute Regiment, so I've got a lot of stuff through there. Self-defence has always interested me as well - I've always been a nutcase - and I've always gone headfirst into everything. I've seen stuff in the past which hasn't been safety-oriented and it really annoyed me, so I thought I'd get into it and see if I could have some sort of control over that as well.

    "Because the entertainment industry, the film industry especially, is something that I love; it's very dear to my heart anyway. I studied karate and got up to third dan, black belt, on that. Also, training during the Paras, we worked with various unarmed techniques. And I developed from there. After seeing some of the fights that I've seen on television and film, they haven't been realistic enough for me. It's always seemed false, even the camera angles, so I wanted to put a bit more into it and actually show that when people do get hit, even though they're about a foot away from the other person, there is force going through. So it's teaching the actors to fight with force, and still keeping it safe and still keeping distance."

    Does it help that Kerry is a pro wrestler?
    "It's always good if you've got someone else who's got other techniques. It stops the whole thing becoming boring because you develop techniques: you put two things together and you get a third thing. So whenever there's a confrontation, the fight is not the same all the way through the film. They become different fights, so to the audience they become different and more interesting to look at. I'm directing and producing a martial arts film next year and it's got 35 fight sequences in it. There are seven different styles of martial art. It's all set in the East End of London as well: three lines of dialogue and the rest is fighting!"

    What have you done before?
    "I've done numerous amounts of things, like Revenge of Billy the Kid, which is now a cult movie. It's about this goat who gets seduced by the farmer then the goat gets pregnant and has a little kid, which the daughter calls Billy - hence 'Billy the Kid'. The goat wreaks havoc on the farmhouse. The farmer's name is Ronald MacDonald! I did loads of work on other movies, like Star Wars. I played one of the Stormtroopers. I used to do a bit of mucking around with the top bods there, like Harrison Ford, and just work a little bit with the fight sequences. I learnt a lot through that as well, because I stayed close to the stunt workers as well. I also used to do an awful lot of acrobatics in those days. I worked on all three Star Wars films - I was very lucky. I wanted to do the others but I haven't been lucky enough or I've been too busy. It would have been nice, but it was good doing the first three."

    Can you spot yourself among the Stormtroopers?
    "Half the time, I can't. I was twenty years younger. I just keep looking but you tend not to recognise yourself, especially when you've got this white helmet on. A lot of us who played Stormtroopers also played rebels as well, so there was a hell of a lot of doubling up. It was great fun. You'd never seen stuff like that before. Everyone was wondering how it was going to work, because the man had his own vision. He knew what he wanted and he was just giving bits to people and nobody knew what the bits were: 'No, this is not going to work.' Then when we saw it for the first time it was totally mind-blowing. That was incredible thing to see; you never forget it. It was so, so good."

    What else?
    "I've also been involved in a lot of low-budget films, doing a lot of what I'm doing here, sort of multi-faceted. As an actor or helping with the guns side or doing anything that needs doing basically. I just love getting involved in film in any area. It's mostly British stuff. I'd love to have a go with some of the American films. I was talking to Stephanie and said I would just love to go over and do something."

    How did you get involved with this?
    "Well, I've known Elisar for a little while now. I met him through the Raindance Festival, through various contacts that I have there. He saw me in a film that I did a couple of years ago called Room 36, which still hasn't been released. It's a black and white, very film noir kind of thriller, and I played an outsize ladies' lingerie salesman, who's into wearing his own products and gets murdered with a champagne bottle. Oh, it's disgusting - split head, all that lot. It's made of sugar-glass and whacked across the head.

    "In rehearsal we used a real bottle and the actress got a bit scared and went bang, just there, so there was a bit of extra blood. But that was good fun. I did that and Elisar saw me in that and saw me at the preview. He liked what I did, and we kept in touch every now and again. I saw one or two things that he did. I did a voice-over for his trailer for Virtual Terror. I did that deep, grunty voice for promoting the film. After that he kept in touch and came up with this and said 'Fancy being involved?' And that was it."

    Is it all going okay?
    "It's going great. We're virtually on schedule, which is unheard of. we shouldn't be on schedule. But we're doing very well. Everyone's working so hard; they've got their act together and are just getting down and doing it. Hopefully we'll finish on schedule as well."

    High Stakes

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    Director: Peter Ferris, additional scenes by Dewi Griffiths
    Writer: Michael Doyle, Thomas Bruce Bevan
    Producer: Dewi Griffiths
    Cast: Jeff Higgins, Charlie Bird, Jason Excell
    Country: UK
    Year of release: 2008
    Reviewed from: screener


    In Easter week of 2006 I took Mrs S and young TF - then aged two and a half - to the little seaside town of Penarth, just across the bay from Cardiff. It’s a lovely place with a smashing beach, a delightful short pier and plenty of charming Victorian architecture. Not overly commercialised, Penarth is a perfect place to take a little kid who enjoys the seaside. We stayed in a pleasant little hotel and had some nice meals and it was all generally rather smashing.

    But I didn’t go there just for sun, sea and sand. Oh no. What drew me to Penarth was blood. Vampire blood.

    Specifically my mate, producer Dewi Griffiths, was shooting his indie vampire thriller High Stakes in the town. High above the seafront, looking down on the town is a large Victorian church-cum-community centre which was free that week. Obviously it was in use every Sunday so Dewi and his team had just six days to get most of their principal photography in the can; the bulk of the film is set in a church and even some of the scenes set elsewhere were actually filmed in the church cellar which otherwise functioned as dressing room, props store and make-up salon.

    Just think about this. On Easter Monday, the day on which we all celebrate our Lord conquering death to rise again from the tomb, this lot were shooting a vampire film in a real, consecrated church. Surely that’s blasphemy or at the very least it’s tremendously ironic.

    Reviewing films where I visited the set is usually no different from reviewing films where I didn’t, apart from occasionally spotting a scene that I recognise. However, High Stakes is one of the few films on this site where I read the script before visiting the set. I usually like to come to a film with no preconceptions at all. If I know I’m going to review an indie picture I won’t read the synopsis beforehand and usually won’t even watch the trailer. That can come later. If what the film-makers want to say ain’t on screen, it ain’t anywhere. Uh-huh.

    But that was two years ago so although I recalled the basic set-up I still had the potential to be surprised. Fact is, the script is one of High Stakes’ strengths. The acting’s pretty good too although I’m less convinced by the photography.

    Jeff Higgins (who has been in a couple of Big Finish Doctor Who audios) and Charlie Bird star as Guy and Lydia, two people who independently find themselves trapped inside a church when a group of vampires lay siege to the building. There’s much more to High Stakes than that simple ‘high concept’ but the publicity angle which pitches this as a mixture of Assault on Precinct 13 and From Dusk Till Dawn is not far off the mark. What would have been neat would be to have Guy and Lydia’s paths cross inconsequentially at the start of the film when she is walking home with shopping and he is driving into town. Just a moment of eye contact at a pedestrian crossing maybe.

    Actually, come to think of it, there’s not really any interaction between Lydia and Guy once they’re inside the church although they both interact with the building’s inhabitants. I did find myself wondering whether both characters were necessary to give an outsider’s view of the situation although I can see that they relate to the church in different ways: Lydia attends dance classes there and is known to the Reverend Clegg while Guy is a stranger. So their attitude and understanding of the situation is different but we don’t get to see the contrast because they barely speak to each other.

    As the film opens, teenager Lydia finds a frightened, injured boy in the road outside her house and takes him in where, in a pretty groovy and gruesome opening, she leaves her father (Phil Rowlands, who was in an episode of Star Cops) to take a look at the boy while she makes a brew. Returning from the kitchen, she finds the lad crouched over her dad’s bleeding corpse. So she runs out of the house and up the hill to the church. Which makes sense.

    In a parallel story, Guy and his pal Eric (Daz Kaye: Hardcore: A Poke into the Adult Film Orifice) visit an illegal gambling den where they find themselves up against Celano (Andreas Coshia), a suave, brutal gangster up from London with his entourage. A dispute over the money reveals Celano and his acolytes to be a bunch of bloodsuckers and Guy only escapes by the skin of his teeth after Eric is killed. Celano gets temporarily pinned with his own cane which is the sort of thing that always irritates me (see also the pool cues in Dracula 3000). There is a reason why wooden stakes have sharp points on the end; if you could spear a bit of wood through somebody’s torso without sharpening it, that would render the whole thing, ah, pointless.

    Running from the vampires, Guy also seeks sanctuary in the church which is home to long-haired young vicar Reverend Clegg (a terrific performance by Jason Excell: Faintheart) and a group of young people. Characterisation is another strength that this film has, distinguishing it from more run-of-the-mill indie fair (and let’s face it, the world is not short of low budget, independent vampire movies). While the names of these characters don’t sink in, their identities do - there’s the bald one, the disabled one, the shouty one etc - and, crucially, they argue with each other. Character conflict, that’s where it’s at. It’s no good just putting your characters into a crisis and letting them try to get out while the antagonist picks them off one by one. They need to have strong, forthright - and in some cases morally ambivalent - views on what to do. The shouty one, for example, is all for chucking Guy out the door and letting the vampires have him so they’ll go away.

    What we have here could have been a classic siege drama, in the manner of Assault on Precinct 13, Night of the Living Dead, Dog Soldiers, Zulu, The Lost Patrol and all those other classic siege dramas. ‘Could have been’ because one of the basic tenets of a siege drama is that whatever or whoever is outside should be trying to get in - ideally with amoral savagery - requiring those on the inside to fight them off. But there is no way for Celano (who has removed the cane he was stuck with) and his cohorts to enter the building. Even when they realise that it is not a consecrated church, they still can’t come in unless they are invited.

    Oh yes, these are proper old school vampires. None of your modern revisionism here. They fear the cross and holy water, they cannot tolerate sunlight and they cannot enter a building unless invited. Which ought to be fine and dandy. All that Clegg, Lydia, Guy and the others have to do is wait for morning, surely?

    The complication is that the youngsters in the church aren’t just there for Bible study or dance classes, they live there. Because they too are vampires. Except that they they have found God, thanks to the Reverend Clegg. A couple of centuries ago, they built a ‘fake church’ above a little Welsh seaside village and they have lived there ever since with Clegg (and presumably his precursors) acting as their contact with the outside world. And presumably they all keep out of the way when the local teenagers come round for dance classes.

    As for their need to feed on those who bleed, again Clegg helps them by promoting local blood drives. This is a neat idea which doesn’t stand up to too much scrutiny: you need properly trained phlebotomists to handle blood donations, plus these vampires can’t be too hungry because the number of donations that could be gained from one small town in any year (blood donors normally donate every four months) would be pretty limited. And sooner or later someone is going to be suspicious that this is not part of the NHS Blood Service.

    But let’s gloss over all that. It’s still a pretty neat idea and sets up a situation which is, I believe, unique in the annals of vampire cinema: one bunch of vampires laying siege to a building inhabited by another bunch of vampires.

    Clegg, as you will no doubt have gathered, is not a vampire himself which is why it is unfortunate that he gets bitten. Dragged back into the building, his corpse is bundled down into the crypt and the door securely locked. In an hour or so he will come back and will, in the short term, exhibit ‘bloodlust’. Basically the deal is that before a vampire becomes a rational, thinking being like those on either side of the church door, he or she is an uncontrollable animal for a short time and will attack anything - including former friends.

    This adds another level of danger to the proceedings and ironically it is the internal threat - once vampire Clegg gets loose in the building - which presents the bigger danger, not the haemovorous London gangsters outside. There is a great deal of running around, a certain amount of fighting and various people get killed.

    Alas, here’s where the photography stifles the story (well, here and elsewhere to be honest) because everything is so dark that it’s often very difficult to tell what’s going on. Clearly someone is fighting someone else but not only is it difficult to make out what moves, weapons or defences are being used, we sometimes can’t even see who the people involved are. And this is inside the church. Outside in the darkness things are even murkier.

    The whole of High Stakes is shot with lots of smoke and filters and while this makes for fabulous stills it’s not so great for watching the movie itself. I know it all takes place over one night, starting as the sun sets, but after a while you long for a bit of bright light. It’s wearing on the eyes. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not completely impenetrable (apart from one or two shots) but it does give the whole film a smoky, foggy, indistinct feeling that’s wearying after 70-odd minutes.

    Nevertheless, there is a bunch of great action - and not a little gore - to be found as the character conflict previously alluded to bubbles over into violence and genuine danger. Director Peter Ferris handles the action scenes very well. It would just be nice if we could see more clearly who is biting whom and where.

    Shot on a low budget with a largely neophyte cast and crew, High Stakes benefits from the experience of industry vets in more senior positions. For example, the sound crew was overseen by Dick Philip, fresh from a stint as boom-handler on the Hills Have Eyes remake. It’s a smart little indie with an undeniably original and clever premise and that’s a rare, rare thing in the vampire subgenre nowadays.

    There are some ideas that are not fully explored, such as the boy at the start, Duane (Lewis Rhys Davies). It transpires that he is the oldest of the vampires - over a thousand years old in fact - and is starting to lose his marbles. Hence his trip outside to hunt for victims. One result of all this is that he speaks Middle English. It’s a neat concept - the apparently ‘youngest’ kid is actually the oldest - but you have to wonder how he’s managed to not pick up developments in English speech patterns over the centuries.

    Among the cast are Bernard Latham (Erik the Viking), Sarah-Louise Tyler (Street Dreams, Watch Her, Masterpiece), Caroline Lees (who was in DTV Doctor Who spin-off Downtime!), Cristina Higuera Martin (also in Street Dreams), Alexis Tuttle (who was in a documentary about Jack the Ripper) and Kim Ryan (Darklands). Viv Mainwaring, who worked on the visual effects of notoriously obscure Welsh supernatural TV series Arachnid, was the DP; Taimur Khan (Lift, Trouble) handled editing; Nick Burnell (Love, Honour and Obey) was production designer; Chrissie Pegg (Flick) designed the costumes; Dawn Thatcher (Tracy Beaker) was in charge of make-up.

    Director Peter Ferris is an experienced acting coach who has taught the likes of Martine McCutcheon and Claire Sweeney; several of the cast come from his Cardiff acting studio. I worked with producer Dewi Griffiths on an unmade adaptation of Phil Rickman’s novel December and he was also line producer on Summer Scars.

    Despite its great premise and interesting, varied characters, High Stakes never really examines its central premise and actually throws too much into the mix. I’m still not convinced we need Lydia as well as Guy although the former comes to the fore at the end after the threat his been dispelled. But the dialogue is crisp, the character conflict gripping and the action/horror scenes thrilling. High Stakes does something different from most indie vampire pictures and does it well and for that reason is well worth seeking out.

    MJS rating: B
    review originally posted 26th July 2008

    High Treason

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    Director: Maurice Elvey
    Writer: L’Estrange Fawcett
    Cast: Jameson Thomas, Benita Hume, Humberston Wright
    Year of release: 1929
    Country: UK
    Reviewed from: UK conference screening


    One by one, I’m tracking down and seeing those pre-war SF movies, ticking them off my list. I’ve seen Secrets of FP1, I’ve seen Son of Kong, I’ve got The Tunnel sitting on my shelf waiting for me, and now I’ve seen High Treason. That still leaves Just Imagine and Die Frau im Mond, but I can wait.

    Unfortunately, High Treason turns out, after all that, to be rubbish. The film was shot in 1929 in two versions: one silent and one using that new fangled ‘talkie’ process. The BFI has prints of both but unfortunately the sound elements of the talkie version are in such a poor state that they’re unusable. So this screening at the 2003 conference of the International Association for Media and History was a Beta tape of the BFI’s silent print.

    Basically, this is a very simplistic anti-war story. There are two power blocks: the Atlantic states, which seems to be the USA and the British Empire, and the European states, which is Johnny Foreigner. We open at a manned border crossing, which is puzzling in itself because, like, where is this border? Later on it’s made clear that one end of the Channel Tunnel (A tunnel under the English Channel? Futuristic nonsense!) is in Atlantic territory and the other on European soil. So it’s not as if we’ve re-established our rightful ownership of Calais.

    So where is this border crossing? Wherever, there are guards there, playing cards and nearly starting a war when one of them cheats. Then an odd-looking car turns up with a couple who are accused of smuggling booze (or something) and this creates a border incident which leads to possible war.

    Our three main characters are Atlantic military officer Michael Deane (Jameson Thomas: Charlie Chan in Egypt and an uncredited role as a doctor in Universal’s The Invisible Man), his sweetheart Evelyn Seymour (Benita Hume: Tarzan Escapes) and her father (Humberston Wright, who was Dr Petrie alongside Fred Paul’s Nayland Smith in an early 1920s series of Fu Manchu pictures). As war looms, helped along by a bunch of ‘professional agitators’ who plant a bomb in the channel tunnel, knowing each side will blame the other, Evelyn and Michael find themselves on different sides. (I love the idea of ‘professional’ agitators. Is there some sort of union or something? Can you take a City and Guilds in agitation?)

    Dr Seymour and his daughter run the Peace Corps, a worldwide organisation devoted to peaceful resistance, apparently consisting entirely of women except for Dr S (dirty old git!). We see them suiting up, including some scandalous shots of young ladies in their underwear. One woman is desperate not to go and is allowed to leave because she has a child at home (er, wouldn’t that apply to a lot of the women?), making her apparently a conscientious objector to the Peace Corps. The Corps’ main office is full of young women at desks, while Dr S sits at the front controlling a big pipe-organ-like affair which continually racks up how many members there are in all the world’s major cities.

    Anyway, war looms closer, Michael has to fight, Evelyn doesn’t want him to. Hordes of white-clad Peace Corps women clamber all over biplanes, preventing them from being used, and eventually the problem is solved when Dr Seymour assassinates the Atlantic President (Basil Gill: the 1937 TV version of Journey’s End). Yes, very peaceful that. The film winds down (and down and down) with a tedious courtroom sequence in which Dr S is tried for murder, but he smiles beatifically because he knows that he averted war.

    What a load of tosh. Old and rare is not always good, and here it’s downright terrible. Characters are one-dimensional and uninteresting, there’s no depth to the plot whatsoever, and the political views espoused are both naive and contradictory. To be fair, I suppose it wasn’t inopportune to think that, the First World War having been caused by intransigence and dogma on the part of out-of-touch political leaders, the next war might start that way too. In 1929 it wouldn’t have been obvious that it would start by some charismatic but insane politico blaming his country’s suffering on Jews, then annexing the Sudetenland and invading Poland. The year of High Treason, incidentally, is never specifically identified on screen, other than being post-1938. Various sources cite it as anything from 1940 to 1955.

    Director Maurice Elvey’s amazing career goes back at least as far as a 1913 version of Maria Marten, or the Murder in the Red Barn, taking in two versions of Hindle Wakes (1918 and 1927), Vice Versa (1916), the infamous lost-but-rediscovered 1918 biopic The Life of David Lloyd George, The Clairvoyant (1934), The Tunnel (1935), the early British colour picture Sons of the Sea (1939) and a whole series of Sherlock Holmes pictures in 1921. He directed his last film in 1957 aged 70 and died ten years later; the Lloyd George film aside, he has a reputation as a dull, workmanlike director and I can see why. The most notable other credit for writer L’Estrange Fawcett (what a great name!) was the 1930 fantasy comedy Alf’s Button. A young David Lean worked on the film as assistant director while art director Andrew Mazzei later worked on a couple of early Hammer thrillers - Wings of Danger and The Last Page.

    Also in the cast are James Carew (Midnight at Madame Tussaud’s, Mystery of the Marie Celeste, The Tunnel), Alfred Goddard (Non-Stop New York and the 1937 King Solomon’s Mines), Wally Patch (The Ghosts of Berkeley Square, I’m All Right Jack, a 1937 version of Dr Syn, The Man Who Could Work Miracles, various comedies alongside George Formby, Arthur Askey, Max Miller, Gert and Daisy and Old Mother Riley - and even Cathy Come Home), Milton Rosmer (a 1948 version of The Monkey’s Paw and the title role in - who knew such a thing existed? - a 1921 British version of French horror classic Belphegor), and allegedly Raymond Massey (Arsenic and Old Lace) and Rene Ray (later the author of the novel that The Strange World of Planet X was based on).

    The special effects vary enormously. Some of the cityscapes are not bad, with miniature planes flying over, though there’s a very amusing couple of shots where a miniature autogyro is seen to take off and land vertically! There’s also some archive footage of contemporary ‘state of the art’ planes which is historically interesting. Aside from the car seen at the start, there’s no really imaginative design. One particularly stupid scene has couples doing a ‘futuristic dance’ to the sound of an automatic orchestra, which in the unimaginative, prosaic way of these things is all the actual instruments - trumpets, drums, etc - being remotely controlled by a chap with various knobs and buttons. Dear oh dear.

    One of the reason for the prominence of aeroplanes is that High Treason was (very) loosely based on a play by Noel Pemberton Billing, an aircraft fanatic and designer who founded the Supermarine company. This screening of the film was preceded by some archive documentary footage of Pemberton Billing, relaxing at home and driving a bullet-shaped car which he designed and built himself.

    Pemberton Billing seems a fascinating bloke: an MP, a writer, an inventor, a designer and a social reformer. He founded, in the late teens, a dodgy sounding organisation called The Society of Vigilantes which was devoted to promoting ‘purity of life’ in Britain. This body seems to have flourished briefly, with several thousand members, before disappearing. But ‘PB’ remains most notorious not for the Society of Vigilantes, not for founding the company which built the Spitfire, not for High Treason - but for winning a libel case based on the word ‘clitoris’!

    Gentle readers should avert their eyes now. It seems that back in those unenlightened days, when it was well known that lesbians were mentally and medically retarded freaks of nature, one of the distinguishing features of a follower of Sapphos was thought to be an abnormally large clitoris. Pemberton Billing wrote an article in one of his many publications in which he discussed a well-known actress and her performance in Wilde’s Salome. The article was headed ‘The Cult of the Clitoris’ and the implication - though never overtly stated - was that this particular actress was a lezza.

    The actress sued for libel. But PB’s lawyer argued that ‘clitoris’ was an obscure medical term - that he had shown the article to several dozen well-educated people and none of them had known what the word in the title meant. The judge concurred, adding that he had also mentioned the title to people to be met with blank looks. The average (well-educated, upper class) person in the street simply did not know what a ‘clitoris’ was. But the actress must have understood - in order to be offended.

    Since she was not a medically trained professional, the only other way she could possibly have understood the title enough to take offence would be if she actually was a lesbian! Implying that she was a tuppence-licker could not be considered libel, because the mere fact that the implication offended her proved that she obviously was one! A stunning piece of argument, which has kept Noel Pemberton Billing’s name alive in the minds of feminist historians ever since.

    Anyway, back at High Treason, let’s be honest, this is rubbish and only a curiosity. Comparisons with Metropolis are daft and lazy; Lang’s film is infinitely superior in terms of both design and story, despite being made several years earlier. The one notable and intriguing aspect of the film is the use of televisions and videophones. Moving images are seen on flat screens sticking up from desks. The images fade in and out, there are no obvious matte edges, people and objects move in front of the images - I cannot for the life of me work out how these are done. It’s a terrific effect. But sadly, it’s not enough to save High Treason from being crap.

    Watch it once, just to say you’ve seen it, but don’t expect to enjoy it.

    MJS rating: C-
    review originally posted before November 2004

    Hiruko: the Goblin

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    Director: Shinya Tsukamoto
    Writer: Shinya Tsukamoto
    Producer: Shinya Tsukamoto
    Cast: Masaki Kudo, Kenji Sawada, Hideo Murota
    Year of release: 1990
    Country: Japan
    Reviewed from: R2 DVD (Artsmagic)


    There’s something about this film which isn’t quite right. Something odd, something out of kilter. Something completely separate from the fact that it doesn’t make a shred of sense.

    It may not be obvious to the casual viewer, but having studied the film to compile the bio-filmographies on this disk, I can tell you what the problem is. This is a commercial horror film directed by the massively uncommercial cinematic maverick Shinya Tsukamoto, who brought us the impenetrable angst of Tetsuo the Iron Man, Tokyo Fist and Bullet Ballet. Imagine if David Lynch was hired to write and direct and produce I Know What You Did Last Summer III. It’s a clash of cinematic cultures and the result just somehow doesn’t work.

    The plot, such as it is, concerns disgraced archeologist Reijiro Hieda (Kenji Sawada: Samurai Reincarnation, Happiness of the Katakuris) and high school student Masao Yabe (Masaki Kudo) who try to prevent a ‘goblin’ or ‘hiruko’ from opening up a chamber below the school where lots of other goblins live, or something. Hieda knew Yabe’s father Takashi (Naoto Takenaka: Tokyo Fist, Happiness of the Katakuris, and voices for Japanese versions of Pokemon and Disney films) who disappeared while exploring with Reiko Tsukishima (Megumi Ueno: Kamen Rider Black RX) on whom Masao had a crush. Also in the mix is the school’s spooky, apparently psychopathic janitor Watanabe (Hideo Murota: Yakuza Graveyard, Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence, Sure Death 4) who wanders around the deserted buildings with a wicked-looking billhook.

    The goblin itself is depicted as being Reiko’s head on spider legs, animated sometimes by very good stop-motion and sometimes by much less effective puppetry. The head has a long, deadly tongue and frequently sings an ethereally romantic ballad. Whenever anyone dies (usually by beheading), their face burns itself painfully onto Masao’s back - just one of many things which are never explained. There’s some sort of crown which Takashi Yabe took from the family home which has some relevance here too, but like most of the plot it’s absolutely impenetrable.

    There’s a great deal of chasing down corridors and some gory splattering of blood and the ending, which ups the ‘goblin’ quotient considerably, is quite spooky, but ultimately the whole film is unsatisfying. It is at least watchable, which is more than I can say for any of Tsukamoto’s other pictures, and it’s well acted and technically proficient. But the main problem is that we know nothing about the characters or the situation and have no clear idea what they’re trying to do or how they’re doing it. Several important revelations seem to come from random discoveries which further weakens the, for want of a better word, plot. Hiruko: The Goblin is an interesting curio but too little is explained for the audience to actually connect with the story or characters.

    MJS rating: C+
    review originally posted 8th May 2005

    Home

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    Director: Richard Curson-Smith
    Writer: Richard Curson-Smith
    Producer: Richard Fell
    Cast: Anthony Sher, Matilda Ziegler, Keith Allen
    Year of release: 2004
    Country: UK
    Reviewed from: UK TV screening

    This one-hour TV adaptation of JG Ballard's short story 'The Enormous Space' was first broadcast on BBC4 (cable/satellite/freeview) in 2004 and repeated on BBC2 (terrestrial) the following year. It is pretty much a one-man piece, starring Anthony Sher (Genghis Cohn, Erik the Viking) as Gerald Ballantyne who conducts a social and scientific experiment on himself.

    Having been off work following a traffic accident, he decides - just as he steps outside to head off to work for his first day back - to stay inside instead. He has a large suburban semi-detached house all to himself, his wife having just moved out, so he will see how long he can survive, alone, at home. The rules are: he won't go past his front door, he won't initiate any outside contact, he will do his best to keep other people out while remaining civil at all times, and he will maintain all the standards of civilisation: clean clothes, trimmed beard etc.

    His wife having paid the various utility bills just before she left, he has nearly three months of electricity and water. He itemises all the comestibles in the cupboards and decides that it should last him at least a fortnight. By profession he is a food technologist so he knows the nutritional value of different items and how to combine them, even after that initial couple of weeks when he is reduced to finding leaves and worms in the back garden.

    And he records all his experiences on a camcorder, although the video diary is only a small part of the production rather than the whole thing like The Last Horror Movie. A crucial plot point is that the playback on the camcorder doesn't function, so he can tape but not watch what he tapes.

    Over the weeks, he has a few visitors. A colleague (Matilda Ziegler, who played Mr Bean's occasional girlfriend) comes by to see what is happening and his estranged wife (Deborah Findlay: The Last Train, Messiah) comes round to let him know that she has initiated divorce proceedings and find out why he hasn't replied to her solicitor's letter. He hasn't replied because he has burned all his post, as well as money, unneeded clothes and in fact a great deal else. Although he continues to find nutrition in unlikely places (local pets start disappearing...) his health deteriorates, his weight drops, his skin becomes patchy and red. Towards the end he takes to wandering around in his unwashed, striped pyjamas and the resemblance to an Auschwitz inmate cannot be accidental.

    But this wouldn't be Ballard (or rather, wouldn't be Ballard-ian) if it was just a study in agorophobia or a chronicle of one's man's descent into madness. What Ballantyne finds, as his house becomes his entire world, is that the house itself is changing. He explores the semi, learning all its details as one would never know them merely by living there. He starts to see things that he never saw, find things that he never found, and the house itself actually enlarges.

    The attic becomes the 'enormous space' of the original title; a cavernous room stretching further each time that he visits until it goes almost into infinity. There are scientific works on his bookshelf, from where he tears certain pages, arranging them on the living room wall and making connections with string - an attempt to map (and explain) the three-dimensional distortion of his house in two-dimensional terms. In that respect, Home resembles another recent stand-alone TV play that melded mathematics and the fantastic, Solid Geometry, although this new production was significantly superior to that one, mainly because the source material was written by someone who understands the SF genre.

    The vast openness spreads to the upper floor and Ballantyne takes to living downstairs, only venturing upstairs - into what has become an overpowering whiteness - with a guide rope attached to his belt like a mountaineer so that he can find his way down again. Gradually he retreats further and further as the house enlarges in multiple dimensions.

    It could of course all be in his head. Towards the end a man (Keith Allen: The Yob, Robin Hood) who comes to repossess the TV shows him how to link his camcorder to it and Ballantyne sees that his film of the cavernous attic shows nothing but the room as it always was. But the skill in Ballard's writing - effectively translated to the screen here - is the way he makes us believe that just because something is in somebody's head that doesn't mean that it isn't real. There are degrees of real in Ballard's works and the distinction between reality and fantasy is not just blurred, it vacilates itself between being there and being all in our mind. The physical and mathematical changes to Ballantyne's house are no more or less real than the dinosaurs in The Drowned World (my second favourite novel of all time, incidentally).

    In his classic early works such as The Drowned World, The Drought and The Wind from Nowhere, Ballard took a single catastrophic factor - too much water, too little water, gale force winds - and gradually increased it, showing all the time how it affected people socially, physically and (crucially) psychologically. Home does exactly the same thing but on a much smaller scale: Gerald Ballantyne instead of the human race, his suburban semi instead of the planet.

    This was a terrific production: tightly written and directed with a stellar central performance from Sher (and, let's give credit, effective make-up by Sarita Allison). Also in the supporting cast is the BBC's original 'Young Sherlock Holmes' Guy Henry. One-off productions of this quality are sadly rare on British TV nowadays so we must cherish - and applaud - each one.

    MJS rating: A
    review originally posted 19th January 2005

    A Home for the Bullets

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    Director: SN Sibley
    Writer: SN Sibley
    Producer: SN Sibley
    Cast: Ken Mood, Scott Johnson, Cain Thomason
    Country: UK
    Year of release: 2005
    Reviewed from: screener VHS


    God bless Steve Sibley for making a feature-length film - and indeed getting it shown at the Sunderland Film Festival, where I’m sure the cast and crew had a grand old time watching their work - but after a walloping 126 minutes of this, I was desperate for it to end.

    The word that kept going through my head as I watched this was ‘polytechnic’. I’m not saying that the film has anything to do with Newcastle Poly (whatever it’s called now) or indeed any other higher education establishment, but lots of the sets look like either polytechnic offices or student bedrooms, lots of the cast look like students, and the poor technical quality suggests the whole thing was made on a camcorder borrowed from an AV Department.

    A prologue is set in Vietnam in 1969. While scene-setting captions are often stupidly redundant (like ‘London, England’ over a shot of Big Ben), this one is very useful because the three men we’re looking at are walking through deciduous woodland with some 1970s buildings in the background (possibly Newcastle Polytechnic). Suddenly they are attacked by about five minutes of footage from Troma’s War and they return fire on the attacking hordes of khaki-clad extras with machine-guns and digitally added bursts of fire.

    To be fair, the footage was used with permission and indeed Lloyd Kaufman appears briefly later on in flashback (as ‘Uncle Lloydy’) reminding the hero how to fight. But the prologue sets the tone for the rest of the film in that it goes on far, far too long and it thinks it’s much, much funnier than it actually is.

    Moving to the present day - after a title sequence which manages to misspell SN Sibley’s production company as ‘Celluliod God’ - we find ourselves in Newcastle-upon-Tyne where a copper named Axel Falcon (Ken Mood) is trying to track down a ‘master criminal’ named Davro (Scott Johnson) who wears a fedora, strokes a cat and laughs maniacally. Davro is trying to ‘take over the city’ in some unspecified way and was responsible (we see in flashback) for killing Falcon’s partner - who is called (we discover, much later, in one of the few genuinely amusing moments in the film) ‘Partner’.

    Falcon is two weeks away from retirement when one of Davro’s men kills his wife and son. Undeterred by orders to drop the case by his superior (Norman Felton), Falcon tracks down Davro with the assistance of a mysterious phone informant who calls himself Lionheart. Actually, that makes the confused and chaotic plot seem considerably more straightforward and understandable than it is.

    One of the film’s biggest failings is that almost every scene goes on far too long with characters often repeating themselves and unfunny winks-to-camera failing to retain the viewer’s interest. The action scenes drag, especially one extremely lengthy fight in a warehouse in which Falcon beats off the same six masked henchmen again and again and again. This has no fewer than three fake endings, but nothing new or clever happens after each restart, it’s just more of the same lame fighting, made all the lamer by the use of toy guns and plastic axes clearly purchased from the local pound shop. As in the prologue, gun-blasts are added digitally, together with flashes of red which are presumably supposed to represent spurting blood.

    There are also lengthy montages of Falcon exercising (which suggest a startling homoerotic subtext in places) and a number of scenes where the action is slowed down, or occasionally speeded up. The editing (also by one-man band Sibley) is, I’m sorry to say, particularly poor throughout. There are lots of attempts at clever jump-cuts within scenes and intercut flashbacks but they only serve to emphasise the frankly hamfisted transitions between scenes. Worst of all (if we skip over some of the acting) is the sound which is desperately bad, rendering much of the dialogue inaudible (although the thick Geordie accents aren’t actually a problem to anyone who has seen enough episodes of Auf Wiedersehen, Pet). One scene between Falcon and his boss after he has discovered his slain family is rendered completely pointless because the two actors’ dialogue is almost entirely drowned out by the soundtrack music. Towards the end there is a brief, inexplicable, pointless sequence that has something to do with demonic possession and elsewhere one character says that he was rebuilt after being killed: these scenes seem to have fallen in from a different film.

    The movie's saving grace is a bravura performance by Ken Mood as Falcon, who plays the whole thing straight, even as his character teeters on the edge of hysteria (he reprised his character in Thomas Lee's Full Moon Massacre). Some of the other actors are good but many are diabolical and there are numerous instances of people tripping over their lines. Characters grinning at the camera and giving a thumbs up seem designed to let the audience know that the film-makers realise how cheap and cheesy this all is. The problem is, it is cheap and it is cheesy - in fact, the bandwidth for you to read this review is probably costing more than the entire budget of A Home for the Bullets - but cheap and cheesy is all it has going for it by way of entertainment, excitement or interest. And that ain’t enough.

    In any artform, it takes great skill to deliberately make something so bad that it’s entertaining. You have to be able to make a really, really good film before you can make a deliberately bad one. And if you do insist on being deliberately cheap and cheesy, for God’s sake don’t do it for two hours. Even a good indie feature should never be more than about 90 minutes.

    The film doesn’t use its cheapness in any skilful or adroit way, it just wears it on its sleeve. Although characters play policemen and soldiers, nobody apart from Davro (in his fedora) and Lionheart (in leather coat and gloves) seem to be wearing anything other than the actors’ own clothes. Sets are simply used as they are found: Falcon’s son’s bedroom has hundreds of videos on shelves while Falcon’s own bed is simply a folded-down sofa-bed. ‘Master criminal’ Davro has a small office with a cheap PC and a bunch of box-files on some metal shelves. Nothing has been dressed: not the sets and not the actors.

    This is guerilla film-making, heck it’s almost dogme (passers-by inhabit the background of many exterior shots) but it’s a story and a set of characters which are completely unsuitable to such an approach.

    It’s not rocket science, and it doesn’t have to cost anything. For example, if you are going to have a cop talk into his lapel, at least go to the trouble of finding something small and black to clip onto that lapel so it looks like he’s talking into a radio and not just chatting with his jacket. And if you can’t afford/find anything that looks like a psychiatrist’s couch, then rewrite your script to remove any scenes in a psychiatrist’s office. Don’t just film them in somebody’s mum’s living room with your main character lying down on an MFI sofa and hope nobody notices.

    A film-maker might be able to excuse this sort of cut-price ‘production design’ (not that there is a credited production designer, of course) if he has a blisteringly clever and funny script, top-notch performances and sound that wasn’t recorded on a camera-mic. Note: might be able. The brutal truth is, a duff film doesn’t stop being duff just because it says ‘look how duff this is’.

    Now, I don’t want to put SN Sibley off making movies. He clearly does know how to point a camera and frame a shot, and some of the dialogue (when it can be made out) is very nice indeed. He has already made a sequel to this, the zombie spoof A Grave for the Corpses, using many of the same cast and crew, and he has also made a more serious film, Shopner Desh, with and about the South Shields Bangladeshi community. Practice makes perfect and the more films you make, the better you get. My advice is: invest in (or borrow) a boom mic, find yourself a production designer, limit your cast so you don’t need to use your non-acting mates, and tailor your stories to the sort of things that can be done on a tiny budget. This will allow your own talent to shine through. A Home for the Bullets is not only much too long, it’s also much too ambitious.

    MJS rating: D+
    review originally posted 28th November 2005
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