Tuesday, October 31, 2023

"Outside Another Yellow Moon"

Happy Halloween now to those in countries still in my yesterday. Here in Japan, we had a nice lovely pumpkin moon for Halloween, though most of the pumpkins in Japan are small and green. I did see an American style pumpkin at the mall but it was around 2000 yen, or just under twenty dollars. I hope as Halloween becomes more popular in Japan, Halloween pumpkins will become less scarce and go down in price.

Last night, I just watched Bram Stoker's Dracula again, Francis Ford Coppola's 1992 adaptation. It was always a favourite, but for some reason it's one of the movies I keep coming back to in recent years. Maybe it's because it's just so damned pretty.

It's gotten to the point where I'm speaking dialogue with some of the characters like I'm singing along to a favourite song.

Even the weakest part of the film, Keanu Reeves, doesn't seem so weak anymore. At least now I can look at him and say, "Look how young John Wick is!"

I was talking to some students a few days ago about Keanu Reeves and they were surprised to learn the guy's in his 50s. He really has had a long, strange career, it seems mainly from being such a nice guy in real life, rather than acting ability. I would say he's shown himself to have great reflexes.

Remember how angry everyone got when Matthew Perry took a random dig at Keanu Reeves in his memoir? "Why is it that the original thinkers like River Phoenix and Heath Ledger die, but Keanu Reeves still walks among us?" Now Matthew Perry is suddenly dead, surely it's too tacky to joke that Reeves still walks among us.

It's funny how much Reeves looks like Gary Oldman's Dracula in this photo:

He may walk among us for centuries to come. Bram Stoker's Dracula will be on The Criterion Channel this November.

Monday, October 30, 2023

A Practical Head

Happy Halloween. Since I seem to be revisiting old favourites this Halloween season, I watched 1977's Eraserhead last night. I still love this movie, David Lynch's first film, but sometimes I wish I could find old Lynch movies as disturbing as people who hate Lynch do. It's like how I stopped having nightmares once I learned to enjoy them. But, boy, what a masterpiece of nightmares Eraserhead is.

When we watch a movie, a work of fiction, we're always at some level aware of the artificiality. That's why art needs help to push it into the emotional registers to give it the required visceral impact. That can be as simple as having a good musical score. It can also mean having a woman give birth to a slimy little dinosaur worm wrapped in gauze.

That's a good way to capture the anxieties of parenthood. More comforting narratives try to tell you that these normal events in life follow reassuring patterns. Lynch isn't making a movie about or for such conventions. Life is weird as fuck, there are always gross, brutal, and absurd surprises. That's what he gives us in Eraserhead, a true transmutation of experience into cinematic form.

I love the shots of Henry (Jack Nance) in bed with Mary (Charlotte Stewart). When he looks across the sheets at her, it seems like an alien landscape.

And there's that terrific sequence where she's struggling with her sheets like a straitjacket. It all captures the strangeness of having another human being in bed with you, with all the weirdness and discomfort that might entail.

You could say the movie's called Eraserhead because of the dream Henry has where his head is ground into erasers for little pencils. Or maybe it's because his identity as father of the Gauze Baby seems to erase his old self, as we see in shots where his head is replaced by that of the baby.

Or maybe it's because, finally, all things compel Henry to erase them.

Eraserhead is available on The Criterion Channel.

Sunday, October 29, 2023

When All They Can Do is Pander

South Park seems to be one of the last things that's genuinely allowed to be satirical and, as such, they're starting to get a lot more buzz. Everyone looks to the trusted name to lead us out of the media haze of mass sycophancy. For Matt Stone and Trey Parker, that old '90s tradition of spitting in the eye of convention still seems to be profitable. A couple days ago, they released a new special, "Joining the Panderverse". I liked this one a lot better than their Corona virus special.

How do you talk about the rot of corporate wokeness in Disney and mass media without throwing in with an obsessively contrary faction? South Park wisely takes the route of satirising human behaviour instead of a presumption about the underlying morality of any faction.

In the show's mythology, Kathleen Kennedy has increasingly relied on a magical object called the "Pander Stone" to churn out movies of diminishing quality, driven mad by racist hate mail (nearly all of which turns out to have been written by Eric Cartman).

Meanwhile, Cartman's been replaced by a black woman who insists she's the real Eric Cartman, while the familiar little white boy has been transported to a universe where everyone's been replaced by black, Latina, and trans women (and, in Kenny's case, one Asian woman). White voice actress April Stewart voices all four alternate versions of the four children, which tells us where Stone and Parker stand on woke corporate policy. Yet, the boys are forced to admit the black woman version of Cartman is as deserving of the name when her selfish actions nearly destroy the universe.

I also really enjoyed the B plot about handymen becoming billionaires because no-one has practical skills anymore. That's a joke that sorely needed to be told.

South Park is available on Paramount+.

X Sonnet #1784

A shadow cloud attends the bard abroad.
With walking fast, a hearty cake's a meal.
Provisions plopped above the dripping sod.
Increasing eggs increased the leopard's deal.
You slam the hatch but rubber pirates bounce.
And where'd you get a cannon blank for shot?
The wisdom reels behind the double ounce.
But lo, the lion's mates are what we got.
Persistent stars have changed the case of cakes.
For floating light, the bar was shiny clean.
Another hour left and Sally bakes.
For smarter dreams, a simple brain was keen.
A team of seven playing rattles arrive.
To herald snakes the players duly strive.

Saturday, October 28, 2023

Society Collects its Debts

I was up pretty late playing Skyrim last night and didn't think I had time for a movie. But I thought I'd just watch a little bit of 1962's Carnival of Souls before bed. That's the kind of bright idea I get sometimes. I ended up watching the whole thing. It is one of my favourite horror movies.

I suppose it may be because I identify with the main character so much. It's kind of the perfect introvert's movie. Mary (Candace Hilligoss) lives in a perpetual state of wanting to be alone and not wanting to be alone. She probably knows perfectly well she'll just be a big disappointment to the skeezy guy, John (Sidney Berger), who pesters her into going out with him. But she goes out with him anyway because it's better to be with someone human than to be with the weird demoniac stalker.

I really enjoy Hilligoss' performance. She's very pretty but with large, almost exaggerated features that communicate her feelings while her lines are mostly very simple. That famous shot of her in the car, her face reflected, and the demon guy suddenly appearing, gets me every time.

The terror the film holds for those of us who don't like to socialise is that one day we'll all be forced to join some weird, cackling club of phantasms in an abandoned carnival pavilion. There is a kind of logic to it. Everybody needs somebody sometimes. It's like a prophecy of doom for an introvert.

Carnival of Souls is available on The Criterion Channel.

Friday, October 27, 2023

Doctor Loki

Last night's Loki was pure Doctor Who, in a very good way. People were already comparing Loki to Doctor Who in season one, but this season the show's gone from being an imitation to something that really shares the spirit. The end of the episode could've had that descending, synthesiser sound Doctor Who episodes have ended with since the '70s.

I have to admit, I slept through much of the episode. This is not a remark on the quality of it, I was just really tired. I didn't realise I'd slept so much until this morning I looked at reviews and heard about a bunch of stuff I didn't remember. All I remembered was people running around and then Victor Timely turning into spaghetti.

I know people are divided on Jonathan Majors' performance and I do think he's a ham. But he works as part of the ensemble, every member of which plays a vital role in this running, gunning, three ring time travel circus.

So I watched the episode a second time this afternoon and found I'd slept through a scene I'd been really looking forward to, the one from the trailer where Loki says to Sylvie, "We are gods." I love that bit. Even though I really don't find it plausible Sylvie would've set Loki up that way, still, it's great hearing Loki own that. I can easily imagine him saying, "We are Time Lords."

The episode ended on a big cliffhanger, with the whole universe seemingly being destroyed. I'm guessing it's in fact not. There's a gap in the episode--Renslayer, Timely, and Miss Minutes had a conversation we didn't get to hear. I'm guessing that whole group will somehow be back next week. Presumably Loki will be, too.

If Disney weren't always looking to cut corners on writing staff (and everything else involving personnel) maybe they'd have tried to get Steven Moffat to write Loki. Imagine how brilliant that would've been. But I guess this explains why Feige went after Rick and Morty writers, which is essentially a Doctor Who cartoon.

Loki is available on Disney+.

Thursday, October 26, 2023

What Spawned in 1979

I wonder how I should feel that a movie about a woman giving birth to monsters was released a month after I was born. That's 1979's The Brood, which I watched again last night. It's a David Cronenberg movie, one of his best.

It'd been at least fifteen years since I'd last seen it. It's the first time I'd watched it since I started working with children. As such, I now find child actress Cindy Hinds' performance much more effective.

She plays Candice, the human daughter of Frank (Art Hindle) and Nola (Samantha Eggar). Now Nola, under the experimental psychotherapy of Dr. Hal Raglan (Oliver Reed), is giving birth to a brood of demon children, manifestations of her pent-up psychological issues.

I used to think Hinds' performance was too stiff, that Cronenberg simply lacked the ability to work with child performers. Maybe he does, but now I think Hinds works perfectly well. I found the shot of her approaching the kitchen door, behind which she can hear her grandmother being brutally pummelled to death, really heart-rending.

I've worked with kids who are this emotionally withdrawn and seeing her pulling her head back just a little speaks a lot to me about what she's going through.

Before she gets killed, Candice's grandmother (Nuala Fitzgerald) has an interesting line about how people rewrite the past in their minds. "Thirty seconds after you're born, you have a past, and sixty seconds after that you start to lie to yourself about it." I like how the movie never settles the question as to how abusive Nola's parents actually were to her. She remembers them being abusive, is the important thing, and now those memories, real or imagined, have taken dangerous corporeal form.

The Brood is available on The Criterion Channel.

X Sonnet #1783

Erasers take the place of vengeful ghosts.
Per pumpkin kills amount to ninety-nine.
Repayment chilled the itchy, writhing hosts.
On grounds of square we chopped the second pine.
With dinner done, the lunch could linger late.
However fast the break commenced, we wait.
And thus we close another book of fate.
Ordaining food as masters close the gate.
No swath of snow could sooth the child beast.
In scores of suits, the monsters beat the turf.
Condensing clouds exclude the warming yeast.
Deserving pumpkins ship to ev'ry surf.
Beneath the vibrant hoods were demon spawn.
Across the patchy snow's a ruddy dawn.

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Richard Roundtree

Richard Roundtree passed away a couple days ago. 1971's Shaft is good for several reasons but Roundtree's cool performance is the most significant. Taking the hard-boiled detective archetype and importing it to the blaxploitation film proved the perfect job for Roundtree who brought a quiet power to the world-weary, heroic figure.

Those opening credits still work pretty damned good as a short film. Isaac Hayes' music, Gordon Parks' direction, and Rountree's attitude all function in concert.

You can read my review of Shaft here.

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

The Wolves of the Revolution

I finished The Werewolf of Paris yesterday. It was pretty good although, despite what I said in my review of the first half of the book, the influences seemed less to be Jekyll and Hyde and Crime and Punishment. Author Guy Endore was clearly an admirer of Victor Hugo as the second half of Werewolf of Paris feels very much like The Hunchback of Notre Dame with a hefty dose of Les Miserables.

Guy Endore was born Samuel Goldstein and I wonder if he took the name Endore in order to sound more French. His novel covers the tumultuous period following the reign in Napoleon in France, Bertrand, the werewolf, a child of a priest's rape of a thirteen year old servant, grows to manhood in a France increasingly dominated by political radicalism, leading to the brief rule of the Commune in 1871. Endore isn't shy about pointing out for the reader the thematic connexion he sees between the left-wing radicals and werewolves:

Bertrand, it now seemed to Aymar, was but a mild case. What was a werewolf who had killed a couple of prostitutes, who had dug up a few corpses, compared with these bands of tigers slashing at each other with daily increasing ferocity! "And there'll be worse," he said, and again he had that marvelous rising of the heart. Instead of thousands, future ages will kill millions. It will go on, the figures will rise and the process will accelerate! Hurrah for the race of werewolves!

He spends a lot of time describing the Communards' desecration of churches and monasteries as well as the ridiculous, and hideous, show trials and courts martial. But after all that, he takes a moment to mention that the Capitalists killed even more people when they retook the city.

Bertrand, meanwhile, manages to control his lycanthropy with a sadomasochistic sexual relationship with a wealthy Jewish woman named Sophie. She allows him to bite and cut her and this helps him control his wolf side. I'm not sure how this is supposed to fit into Endore's political allegory, which makes me like it.

The final portion of the book suggests Bertrand may never have transformed at all, that the belief that he did may have been a shared madness of he and his uncle, Aymer. This becomes a conflict between faith and empiricism as Aymer finally decides to join the priesthood in the wake of his disillusionment with the Commune. Endore provides an interesting argument between Aymer and a doctor over whether Bertrand really is a werewolf and you really start to wonder if Aymer had been an unreliable narrator all this time.

I finally remembered why I had this book on my kindle--I put it there after watching Hammer's 1961 adaptation of the book starring Oliver Reed (here's my review from 2014). It's not a bad movie. Oliver Reed is perfectly cast.

Monday, October 23, 2023

They'll Rue the Morgue that Brought the Ape Man

It may sound like a good idea to find the Missing Link, but what if it comes for our women? That's not exactly part of Edgar Allan Poe's Murders in the Rue Morgue, but it is part of the 1932 adaptation of that story. Attempts to combine scenes from the original with a new tale about a mad scientist and a dashing hero never really mesh but the film is sometimes delightfully weird and ghastly.

Bela Lugosi plays Doctor Mirakle (pronounce with emphasis on the A) with a big, bushy unibrow. He invites attendees of a carnival to view a fantastic ape man he has locked in a cage.

A live chimpanzee is used for closeups while long shots are clearly a man in a suit. Later in the film, that man will carry the lovely young damsel in distress (Sidney Fox) to the top of a building, making me wonder if this was an influence on King Kong.

Her boyfriend and would be saviour is dashing young Pierre Dupin (Leon Ames) seemingly a distant cousin of Poe's Auguste Dupin. He's just a medical student here but the screenwriters (one of whom was a young John Huston, contributing additional dialogue) attempted to throw in a few things to make him seem to have sleuthing instincts. It seems a missed opportunity considering Poe's Dupin was the primary model for Sherlock Holmes.

Lugosi is great in the film and Sidney Fox is so wonderfully shocked when he has the audacity to visit her home uninvited, at an hour late enough for her mother to already be in bed. She doesn't know what horrors await.

Murders in the Rue Morgue is available on The Criterion Channel.

X Sonnet #1782

A spud balloon deceived the hungry maid.
Delivered pearls adorn the lazy lords.
With dowdy dreams, the lucky landed paid.
Awash with sauce, the bowls consumed the boards.
Collecting sharpened sticks, the man prepares.
An army gathers mud to wall the fort.
External guys were donning woes and cares.
A while later, facts were cut in court.
Before the court, the morgue presents an age.
Were man a beast, the crimes at hand were dreams.
Corruption fouled the volume's final page.
Employ your ghosts to mend the crooked seams.
Reprieve arrived to gut the hallowed bank.
A dozen robbers took the ship that sank.

Sunday, October 22, 2023

Shill Times

During the run of Ahsoka, a YouTube channel called Grizzy started gaining some attention for compiling clips of Disney shills reacting to the series. They're pretty funny and sad, if you can get past Grizzy's occasionally homophobic humour.

Even if you liked Ahsoka, it's hard to believe anyone who says it was "the best Star Wars content ever." I feel like this was a specific phrase that Disney wanted them to say, it recurs so much and is too obviously absurd.

Grizzy includes Grace Randolph in his compilations, which I don't think she deserves. I do think she takes money from Disney but you can kind of sense when she's giving a genuine opinion and when she's earning her payola. The thing I like about Randolph is that she has class. If she doesn't like something that other people like, she doesn't call people idiots for it and she seems genuinely open to the idea that she could be wrong. That's pretty rare, especially on YouTube.

I remember in the last decade or so of Roger Ebert's life, he was publishing some questionable positive reviews that made it pretty clear he was on the take, at times. But one has to remember all of the medical bills he likely had. I can talk all day about journalistic principles, but I've never had to support a family nor have I ever had a severe, long term illness. I have some imagination, though, so I'm not so quick to condemn people when they express an obviously paid for opinion. But it is saddening because it chips away at the communal experience of popular art.

That was one of the fun things about reading Pauline Kael and Quentin Tarantino recently; reading how they reacted to movies I've seen. I saw one comment on Kael saying that, even if you disagreed with her, you still knew where she was coming from, from how she expressed herself. Apparently Ridley Scott has her negative review of Blade Runner framed on his wall, not to gloat but because, according to him, "there’s a lesson in that, which is: ‘When you think you’ve got it, you don’t know shit.'" Scott's gained quite a reputation for a low bullshit tolerance in recent years.

I'm often reminded of an article I read that said the point of Russian propaganda was not to deceive people but to make them feel like they could never know the truth. That may not be the intention behind the shill epidemic, but I fear it's the effect. Ultimately, it's just another way Disney and other companies are digging their own graves.

Saturday, October 21, 2023

The Moon is Generous but Cold

Stories of cowboys and Indians aren't all about gun fights and raids. In the 1920s, in the Osage Nation in Oklahoma, a different kind of war took place as depicted in 2023's Killers of the Flower Moon. It's a subtle war of slow, gradual degrees, occasionally punctuated with sudden violence. Director Martin Scorsese tells his story with marvellous economy. Mainly it's a story about stupid people, or, to put it more kindly, people who aren't especially smart, but the movie itself may be too smart for general audiences to-day.

I was reminded of reading Quentin Tarantino's recent book, Cinema Speculation, in which he recalls the experience of first seeing Taxi Driver in the 1970s. He talks about how often the audience laughed at Travis Bickle, at how stupid he was to take Cybill Shepherd to a porno theatre, or how stupid his little karate move was in the election office. Leonardo DiCaprio's character, Ernest Burkhart, isn't so different. His stupidity is a key part of his character though he's less introspective, less philosophical, than Travis. The flaw in this film may be that Ernest's character lacks complexity. The movie really is about him.

The question of how we're supposed to take Ernest, what we can conclude from the actions he takes, is what makes the story interesting.

It's a murder mystery and it's not clear from the start who all the culprits are and one feels sympathy for the Osage characters. But while the film is never as trite as Dances with Wolves or Pocahontas, its Osage characters are never especially complex. Lily Gladstone plays Ernest's wife, Molly, who is passionate enough about solving the murders that she travels to Washington and manages to speak to President Coolidge. It's only natural, many of the people getting killed are her family and friends. Which is to say, there's nothing especially interesting about her motive there nor her methods. What is interesting is her relationship with Earnest. Why did she marry him? How much did she know about his connexion to the murders?

The answer to neither question is ever made clear. Gladstone's demeanour suggests a perceptive, intelligent woman who's attracted to Earnest because his stupidity makes him seem safe and childlike. As events unfold and make it clear to us, the audience, just how dangerous stupidity can be in even the most seemingly affable puppy, one might expect to see Molly's anxiety or attempts to question her husband on thorny matters. But throughout the film, she mostly remains as serene and inscrutable as the Mona Lisa to which she bears an uncanny resemblance.

Meanwhile, Earnest's lack of capacity for self-reflection makes him a fascinating subject of study. When he conveys an order for the killing of his wife's sister and her husband, he's nonetheless shocked and horrified when their house, down the street from his own, blows up in the middle of the night. His horror is genuine enough that Molly is able to read on his face everything that's happened before he's said a word. You can see that they have an emotional bond, and an honest one, even as he's undermining her whole world. You watch him and you wonder, when is he going to start making connexions in his mind? When is any semblance of morality going to show him the contradiction in his nature?

Robert DeNiro plays his uncle, another interesting character, who's a celebrated benefactor of the Osage Nation who's also undermining them for his own profit under the table. DeNiro never really sounds like a guy from Oklahoma. Of course, he's a great actor but he just can't be anything but a New Yorker. But he does seem like he genuinely cares about people at times even as he's calculating every possible way of funnelling Osage funds into his own pocket. He really does build schools and hospitals, he really comforts a woman whose husband has just died. He calls himself "King", he may as well say "God" with the way he's able to coldly shift loyalties. He's not in it just for personal greed. He thinks in long term, in terms of inheritance and generations. You wonder if he spent so much time focusing on one big picture, he lost sight of another. He warns the Osage against their friendship with the Ku Klux Klan.

Sometimes I found myself thinking of Twin Peaks. This is a story about a small community with characters who may be heroes in one context and villains in another.

The climactic scene is a confrontation between Earnest and Molly and she finally becomes a sort of avatar for the audience as she questions him and seemingly tries to figure out if she can love him. Here I felt the movie just fell a little short. Earnest just isn't as interesting as Travis. It may be DiCaprio's performance, which is fine for Rick Dalton, but there's a necessary sense of depth that doesn't quite come across here. I don't know. Maybe it'll improve for me on another viewing. In any case, it was a pleasure spending over three hours absorbed by the visual narrative Scorsese's woven. A lot of it is pure cinema, that is, the act of telling a story by a sequence of juxtaposed footage, judiciously edited, using as little dialogue as possible. I worry too many people have been conditioned by compulsively expository media to appreciate this. Again, I find cause to lament the decline of the humanities.

Killers of the Flower Moon is now in theatres.

X Sonnet #1781

A rust hull contains a ruddy room.
The silly captain orders butter knives.
The merry dots are scrambled fast for doom.
And thus concludes the cruising caution lives.
A gentle warning rots below the deck.
Through purple foam, the goddess roughly dreams.
A chain of violence claimed the fragrant wreck.
A fire damned the valley's shadow teams.
Resplendent X-es dot the country flick.
A giant snack could kill a taste for life.
The native corn has learned a foreign trick.
As wheat, the husk can cut a butter knife.
For bloody rivers, wealth descends to dust.
For standing fights, the pipe commenced to rust.

Friday, October 20, 2023

Real Loki Goodness

This season of Loki is just plain good. Episode three aired last night and it was as fun as the first two. It has dark moments and real character conflict but mostly it's pure candy. It has no heavy handed political messaging, no awkward, corporate mandated, representation zombies. It's just the thrill of a chase through time.

They turned the steampunk up to twenty last night as Mobius and Loki encountered Victor Timely, a Kang, or "He Who Remains", variant in 19th century Chicago at the World's Fair.

While Loki and Mobius want Timely to help them save the whole universe, Sylvie's trying to kill him and Renslayer and Miss Minutes want to nurture him into a powerful ally. Eric Martin, the head writer, does a much better job than Michael Waldron last season of keeping all these character motives in mind and allowing them to play off each other organically.

I loved the scene where Miss Minutes confesses her love for Kang/Timely. I wonder if we're going to see Tara Strong, Miss Minutes' voice actress, in a live action role. Strong is a prolific voice actress, she's had major roles in different series and movies for decades (various Batman series, Futurama, and more). It would be kind of interesting to see her ceremoniously given corporeal form. Anyway, the scene between her and Victor had the nice feeling of being totally off the rails.

That was the great thing about the old Hollywood serials that George Lucas was inspired by, that feeling that the action was just spooling out without any agenda but its own internal logic and character motives. That was why Clone Wars was a great series before Disney bought Star Wars. But now I'm rambling off on a branched topic . . .

Loki is available on Disney+. Do watch it. I know you've been burnt, we all have, but trust me, the magic is back.

Thursday, October 19, 2023

A Rewarding Punisher

Just when I'd about given up on Punisher, it got good again. The season two episode "One Bad Day" finally turned it around after three episodes that felt like cheap USA Network productions.

"One Bad Day" ditches the increasingly annoying teen sidekick and starts off focusing on Madani's lingering trauma from her experiences with Billy Russo.

Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio makes a welcome return as the CIA director, Marion James, and we get a flashback to her convincing Madani to go on the record that Billy used sex to manipulate her (Madani). The lingering sense of betrayal makes Madani a nice echo of Frank and his inability to stop mourning his wife and children. There's a nice confrontation between Madani and Frank in this episode that chews on the value of Frank's vigilantism.

And we see Billy has started a messed up sexual relationship with his psychotherapist. We finally learn that he has fractured memories of his life before Frank mutilated him, which somewhat explains the disconnect between how he's written this season and last season. It's an explanation that really ought to've come sooner. Parts of this second season of Punisher feel suspiciously like a modern Disney+ series.

I wonder if the Punisher's still coming back on the new season of Daredevil now that it's getting a revamp. Supposedly the series, which had been halfway through filming when Kevin Feige decided to junk nearly the whole thing and hire a new writing staff, had to do with cops imitating the Punisher. On the one hand, I like the boldness of incorporating such a touchy real world issue, but on the other, I have no faith in a Disney+ series handling it intelligently at this point. But then, if someone like Henry Gilroy were headwriter, I could see it being interesting.

The Punisher is available on Disney+.

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

The Ghost Ship with a Cargo of Wackiness

A cruise is cut short by Nazi ghosts aboard 1980's Death Ship. There are about ten genuinely interesting minutes here and a whole lot of silliness. Of course Wikipedia says this "is considered a cult classic." One of these days, I'm going to see a bad horror movie that no cult wants to claim. I know it's gonna happen some day.

George Kennedy plays Captain Ashland who's on the verge of retirement. He's handing command over to Trevor Marshall (Richard Crenna) who's already aboard with his family for Ashland's last voyage. And then, in a sequence too expensive to entirely film, the ship collides with another at night and only a little raft of survivors remains!

There are some shots of a flooded engine room, a falling piano and then, boom, half a dozen people on a raft. They soon come across the culprit, a rusty old freighter. The film appears to have used a real ship, both for exteriors and interiors, and as they start to explore the thing, I liked attention to details like the bad water coming through the pipes. Then things start to get really silly.

Among the survivors is a sexy young couple, Lori (Victoria Burgoyne) and Nick (Nick Mancusco). They take quarters on the haunted ship, have sex, then Lori has a shower but is shocked to find the water change to blood. Nick finds he's unable to open the shower door.

Not that he tried very hard! My god, you could get that thing open with a butter knife. But after one wack with a wooden plank, Nick runs off to find help. Meanwhile, Ashland's gone crazy and he carries the naked Lori up on deck where Trevor and Nick see him toss her into the sea.

Looks like Kennedy really tosses a full grown woman, too. Not bad for a man of 55. What do Trevor and Nick do? Do they toss Lori a rope ladder or one of the lifesavers visible right next to them in the shot? No, her lover Nick doesn't spare her a second glance, and they run off after Ashland. We never hear about Lori again!

Speaking of butter knives, and I kid you not, in the showdown between Trevor and Ashland, Trevor stabs Ashland with a butter knife. In the gut, through a dress uniform. And it knocks Ashland unconscious.

I could go on. But you can see it for yourself on Amazon Prime.

Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Wolves Amok

I figured I should read a horror novel for Halloween month so I'm about halfway through 1933's The Werewolf of Paris. I'm enjoying it. According to Wikipedia, some consider it the Dracula of werewolf stories. That may be so.

Its political commentary is a little more simplistic than Dracula's rumination on Victorian sexual psychology. It's easy to see author Guy Endore read Crime and Punishment and Jekyll and Hyde. A surprisingly large portion of the book focuses on the conception of the titular werewolf, going into detail on how his mother was raped by a priest and how his adoptive father, from whose third person POV much of the story is told, vacillated between a passionate commitment to socialism and a desire to join the priesthood. Endore's point about the disintegration of institutions of family, religion, and government are clear; without these things, the beast locked in the human heart cannot be ruled.

Considering it was written only 35 years after Dracula, it's surprising how sexually explicit it is. I like Bertrand's, the werewolf's, confusion as the horrible deeds he commits at first seem to be dreams. Yet he quickly starts to think pragmatically, wondering if he should save an arm or a leg of a recent kill to snack on later. Horror world problems.

Twitter Sonnet #1780

A traitor's speech was hidden under snow.
Beneath the blanket years, rebellion cooled.
And yet the roots and stones persist to know.
The branches cut could never yet be ruled.
A golden hour struck the heavy gate.
Decisions quick and grim compel the guard.
Deployed, the ranks of anxious archers wait.
The stranger strikes again her gauntlet hard.
A gaping pit awaits the spies and fools.
Rejection turns a wheel for water pipes.
Grotesque encounters fill the scrying pools.
The dungeon halls reverb with bootless gripes.
The moon intrudes with white and empty beams.
Forgotten places harbour howling dreams.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Coming to Terms with the Hole

A twelve year old boy fears a strange hole that lately appeared in his backyard, leading to a crisis that can only be solved by his rocket of love. Anyone care to interpret 1987's The Gate? It was one of the many '80s horror and fantasy films about junior high schoolers that went on to inspire Stranger Things, but not one of the best. It has professional quality filming but as bland as you can get for that.

Every scene seems to be shot at noon or on a sound stage for night. Daytime scenes are so devoid of any sense of style, it's kind of amazing. The conspicuously large house interior set looks like a cheap sitcom.

Stephen Dorff isn't bad as Glen, the lead character. Christa Denton is fine as his older sister, Al, and Louis Tripp is actually pretty good as his death metal fan best friend, Terry. It's Terry who recognises the threat of the hole, which he diagnoses as an attempt by a demon, referenced by one of his record albums, to find a way into the world. He reads text from the vinyl record sleeve taken almost directly from Lovecraft, stuff about old, resentful gods returning when the stars are right.

When demons do show up, they're stop motion and kind of neat. Eventually, it turns out the solution is to use an artefact of perfect love, which Glen decides is his big white model rocket stashed in the closet. But is it big enough for this hole?

The characters never seem to react with emotion proper to any situation. It was kind of a cosy viewing, though, I could imagine myself at 12 watching this at a slumber party with a lot of pizza and coke.

The Gate is available on Amazon Prime.