Wednesday, 9 October 2013
October Horror 2013 - Chapter #2
You know, I think Peter Capaldi is going to be just fine as Dr. Who...
Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde (Victor Fleming - 1941) - It's not that there's anything wrong with this version of the classic tale (after all, Lana Turner AND Ingrid Bergman grace the screen in all of their soft focus glory), but just that it pales somewhat in comparison to the 1931 Mamoulian version I had just watched a few days earlier. I suppose it's not that it pales so much as it is almost the exact same - not just in story, scenes and pacing, but also in set design (Jekyll's laboratory, Hyde's mistress' apartment, etc.). That's overstating it of course (the lab this time around has a spiffy expressionistic entrance to it) as there are numerous nice touches, but there's an energy to the earlier version that puts it several rungs up and gives it a stronger sense of dread. Still, a great story well told.
Cat's Eye (Lewis Teague - 1985) - This compilation of three Stephen King stories is actually reasonably entertaining and moves at a decent clip. It's just that it isn't, you know, very good...It feels like it's had its legs cut out from under it as it gets far too goofy for its own good and never really builds any real concern or curiosity for its characters. Each story has a moment or two where things can go really dark, but they never give into it. James Woods is very James Woods in the first story (a good thing) and it's kind of fun to see the almost 30 year-old special effects (the obvious miniature cars, the dark outlines showing superimpositions, etc.), but it was all far too tame. I don't need gore or violence in a horror film, but the threat of something bad happening would have helped. Also (and I'm getting picky here), the references to King's books (Cujo, Christine, Pet Sematary) were just a little too obvious. That cat is awesome though - he's either very well trained or they followed him for years to get the right footage.
The Lair Of The White Worm (Ken Russell - 1988) - There's a moment in this movie (right around 23:25) when it suddenly becomes readily apparent that this is a Ken Russell film. That moment is when things turn batshit crazy. It only lasts a minute or so and it's a hallucination of sorts, but it comes out of nowhere after a young woman touches a cross which has been sprayed with snake venom from another woman with fangs. OK, so there had already been a bit of craziness beforehand, but the great thing about the film is that it can take these insane segments and fit them in ever so perfectly with the rest of the story. As much fun as I had watching it, I think Amanda Donohoe must have had even way more fun filming it as the owner of a large estate looking for a virgin to sacrifice to the titular creature (she'll even go after boy scouts). Hugh Grant and Peter Capaldi (as Angus Flint - how great a name is that?) are having a high old time as well and it translates across to the audience.
Warlock (Steve Miner - 1991) - It's not quite the "superbly crafted thriller" the DVD case says it is, but Julian Sands and Richard E. Grant combine to make this a fun ride. Oddly enough they both do it by remaining completely serious throughout the somewhat cheesy early-90s vibe the film gives off. Sands is a Warlock transported 300 years to the future in an effort to find all the pages to a book that will help "uncreate" everything God has done, while Grant chases him to the future to avenge his late wife (and save the world if at all possible). Lori Singer is an odd choice for the comic relief, but fortunately things never get too broad and never bog down in dull details or backstory. The film was released two years after its completion, but still managed to spawn two sequels - both of which I now need to track down.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
An early Clint sighting!
Clint in an early (and I think even first) role in Revenge Of The Creature (1955). It's only a about 20 seconds long and is a throwaway gag that Clint's lab technician has assumed that a cat has devoured one of four mice in a cage (thus proving that there's a built in instinct to attack since the cat had been fed recently) - until he finds it in his coat pocket. Goofy, but it ties in somewhat to the rest of the film.
And that is some damn good hair.
October Horror 2013 - Chapter #1
I'm a little late in saying hello to another month of horror viewing, but it's not like I've been sitting on my hands. A few of my early watches will show up on my blind spot later in the month, so I'm just now getting to my first installment. I'll watch horror anytime, but as in past years I love to pack them in during October. Let's start with some of the older classics..
Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde (1931 - Rouben Mamoulian) - It really is high time I see more films by Mamoulian...His use of moving cameras, shadows, point of view shots and quick edits not only greatly enhance the story of a man wrestling with temptation, but also rival many directors 80 years down the road. He also cuts in numerous shots of inanimate objects (statues, boiling cauldrons, burning candles, etc.) to convey emotion, suspense and foreshadowing. As an early sound picture there are still some awkward moments (and a rather disturbing pronunciation of the good doctor's name as "Gee-kull" - though maybe I've been saying it wrong all these years...), but that really only underscores how impressive the rest of the picture is. A great start to my October.
The Picture Of Dorian Gray (1945 - Albert Lewin) - A classic tale told exceedingly well. It's initial 40 odd minutes are more straight drama, but it gives us time to better understand Dorian and those around him, so that when things turn darker there's a real sense of horror. The brief use of colour to show Dorian's portrait is highly effective as is the use of lighting throughout. The most entertaining aspect of the film may be Oscar Wilde's wonderfully cynical, cutting and very funny writing. George Sanders was born to play Lord Henry Wotton and speak words like "To get back my youth, I'd do anything in the world, except get up early, take exercise or be respectable". They roll off his tongue in an effortless biting way that feels so very spot on for something Wilde wrote. My favourite and best bit of nastiness though is spoken by the narrator describing Wotton's view that the hostess of a dinner party had "the remains of a really remarkable ugliness". Ouch.
Revenge Of The Creature (1955 - Jack Arnold) - This follow-up film to The Creature From The Black Lagoon (more on that one as we get to my blind spot at the end of the month) was an obvious attempt to continue to cash in on the creature, and it surprisingly works almost as good as the original. It covers a lot of the same ground (the boat in the amazon, loads of really fine underwater footage, same creature, same blaring music whenever he shows up on screen, the female who needs rescuing, etc.), but moves out of the Amazon fairly quickly and brings the creature back to a marine park for study as well as public viewing. Of course, the creature ain't too keen on the arrangement and manages to cause havoc after he escapes. For a "man in a monster suit" type of film, it's pretty effective as well as fun and the acting/dialogue never slows it down. The "science" is a bit wonky at times, but like its antecedent I appreciate the attempt at using evolution as a core tenet (take that Texas Board of Education!). I also appreciate the attempt to make a strong female character - here the beautiful blonde is an ichthyologist, dives down to do research on the creature and can handle herself in any verbal debate - and also acknowledging (though somewhat awkwardly) the pressure for women to choose between domesticity and a career. As Helen ponders her decisions in life (since many of her classmates are married with kids) there's this exchange with her fellow scientist and new romance Clete:
The assumption that a gal had to choose might be the most horrific part of the picture...
The Creature Walks Among Us (1956 - John Sherwood) - In what I would guess was one more try to squeeze a bit more out of the Creature From The Black Lagoon fans, this third film begins by searching the Everglades for the beast. It's not clear if they are, ahem, rebooting the franchise in U.S. waters or simply searching for the creature of the last film (who appeared to be sinking to the bottom after being shot). Whatever the case, they probably should have stopped at movie number two. It's not terrible - it looks good, the underwater sequences are possibly the best so far and it stretches its story beyond just the monster aspects - but the plot creaks through the wonkiest science so far as the creature gets a tracheostomy so it can begin to use its lungs, spend more time on land and evolve more human characteristics. The story tries to show some of these different characteristics (in contrast to the creature) by setting up three male reactions to the lovely blonde Marcia Barton. Her husband is obsessive and jealous, Jed Grant (a hired hand on their expedition and the study of the caged creature afterwards) is aggressive and predatory and Dr. Morgan is caring and attentive. However, it's all a bit forced and simply doesn't fit very well with the story. The change to the creature (his hands look more human, his top layer of skin has peeled off, he has on human clothes, etc.) reduces the threat and the film loses a lot of steam. In the end, it's still a decent watch though...
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Blindspot - "Lost Weekend" & "Deliverance"
When I chose Lost Weekend and Deliverance as a Blindspot pair, I did it with a vague idea of a common theme of men overcoming major obstacles. As it turns out, the biggest obstacle each central character faces and needs to overcome is staring right back at him in the mirror. That's not to say there aren't a few other hindrances in their way throughout each story (addiction and hallucinations in the first, raging water and crazy backwoods hunters in the other), but each man has to come to the realization that he has worth, courage and the ability to "dig deep". For some, it takes desperate and dire circumstances to finally get the message across.
In Billy Wilder's Lost Weekend, Ray Milland plays Don Birnam - a miserable alcoholic who (even though he has managed 10 days sobriety) continues to be his own worst enemy. We actually meet one of his bottles of rye (hanging out the window in one of the few hiding spots his family haven't found yet) before we meet him. As the camera moves into the apartment, we learn that Don is preparing to go to the country with his brother for a weekend away from all temptation. However, Don has every intention of bringing along some of his favourite refreshment if he can just divert his brother's attention for a few minutes. If he plans to get some writing done, he needs to be creative and he believes that alcohol allows his mind to "toss the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar". But that's the thing about someone in Don's condition - they can rationalize just about anything and lie as easy as most of us breathe. And not just to his brother or girlfriend (Jane Wyman with the loveliest set of cheekbones you ever did see), but mostly to himself. He may become far more loquacious when liquored up (or "tight" as they used to say in the old days), but he hasn't made a lick of progress on his novel. "Suddenly I'm above the ordinary. I'm confident, supremely confident" he says as he riffs on other supremely artistic people and he may very well feel that way, but Don is far too scared of failure to truly commit to his writing. Hence the booze and the roadblock that is himself.
In John Boorman's Deliverance, Ed (Jon Voigt) seems to have everything he wants (nice job, nice house, nice wife, nice kid - everything "nice"...), but he's somewhat unsure of himself in comparison to his outdoorsman buddy Lewis. One of their early conversations while drifting down the soon-to-be-flooded Cahulawassee River is about why Ed even comes along on these trips. Lewis directly mocks his comfortable life and implies that he has a deep-seated need to break out. Lewis, on the other hand, is always bursting - whether it's scoffing at the idea of insurance or barreling through the deep woods in their jeep to prove to the locals that he can find the river himself. Ed's a bit frightened by this demeanour, but awe-inspired as well. Lewis may be rude and easily disparaging of others, but he outwardly exudes confidence - even if it's more bravado than anything else, it still appeals to Ed. On their first night of camping by the river, Ed and their two other friends have imbibed freely while Lewis remains stone cold sober. The next morning Ed borrows Lewis' crossbow to try some hunting and fails completely as he falls all over the place and misses his target wildly. He seems ashamed of himself and wants to "confess" to Lewis...This opening to their simple paddle-down-the-river-before-it-disappears weekend accomplishes a great deal: it sets up our travelers as disrespectful of these rural people, disrespectful of nature itself and dishonest with themselves.
That dishonesty is Don Birman's biggest issue. It's not that it'll be easy to kick his long term habit if he admitted it, but at least he could see that his drinking is more crutch than creative tool. During his weekend bender that encompasses the film, he does actually take a moment to get down on paper his stories. He's just told his regular bartender that this time he's gonna do it and (after a few drinks to get the juices flowing) he heads back home to pour his words onto the page through his typewriter. But as soon as that blank page stares back at him, he almost immediately reaches for a drink...The cupboard is bare, though, and his scheming to get more commences. It seems the search for the booze is half the addiction and it overwhelms any desire to create his art. The binge starts after he convinces his brother to take Helen to a concert instead of taking the earlier train. They agree to leave him alone and take a later train since he has no access to any money, all hiding places of liquor have been emptied and every nearby bar has been told not to supply him. Of course, the second they leave Don's gears start grinding. He finally finds a stash of money meant for the cleaning lady and bolts to the liquor store and then his favourite bar to celebrate. The bartender gives in since Don assures him that he'll definitely leave at a specific time in order to meet his brother. Don also has some remaining money, so it's an easy sell to the man tending bar. Of course, the drinks pile up while the clock ticks down and Don misses his rendezvous time. His brother leaves without him (fed up with the pain and suffering Don continues to leave in his wake) while Helen begins searching for him. Back alone in his apartment, he uncorks the bottle...
Meanwhile on the Cahulawassee, Ed has switched rowing partners and is paddling now with Bobby (Ned Beatty) - a somewhat annoying and overly condescending businessman. When they pull off to the side of the river, they encounter a couple of local moonshiners who don't take kindly to Bobby's attitude and rolling eyes. Ed tries to diffuse the situation somewhat, but fails again and what follows is one of the more infamous scenes in 70s American cinema. Though the physical abuse Bobby undergoes is hard to watch, the toughest thing about the scene is seeing how he is completely humiliated and dehumanized. Lewis and Drew (Ronny Cox) arrive and help them escape, but the consequences of their actions affect everyone in very different ways. Drew is shattered by what they had to do to escape, Lewis is humbled and Bobby (at least by the end) starts to find goodness in others. In Ed's case, he has to take on a leadership role as the group is pursued and gets caught in the rapids and the rocks. The plot shifts allow for the film to switch gears from an environmental warning tale to a road/river picture to a dark horror to an adventure and finally returns to the tale or warning (respect nature and it'll respect you). Though certainly responsible for many people's view of the "hillbilly south" (the early duelling banjos scene, the mannerisms and speech of the locals, etc.), the film does no favours to the city folk who intrude upon the landscape. It's like the Cahulawassee is hitting back at the "civilized" folks who dare to flood her banks.
Of particular note in Deliverance are the many river navigation scenes. Each paddle is handled and each rapid navigated by the actors themselves. It lends an air of excitement and danger to the film that makes it feel all the more real and visceral. And when Jon Voigt climbs that rock face, Jon Voigt is actually climbing that rock face (no doubt with some extra safety precautions, but still...). Naturalism reigns in this part of the country as it does in the film in style and acting. You can't help but Join Ed on his journey to discovering his hidden ability. Whereas in Lost Weekend, melodrama and artifice are the underpinings. The street scenes and sets (apartment, bar, etc.) look realistic, but the acting, the monologues, the blaring music and the heightened emotion all call attention to themselves. This isn't a bad thing of course - the script is typically sharp and Don's speeches are so very eloquently crafted by Wilder that they are just pure joy to listen to (even if covering depressing or pathetic ground). Ray Milland won an Oscar for his decidedly non-natural performance, but it fits those words and creates one big emotional arc towards his own self-discovery. Two vastly different films reaching for similar conclusions.
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