Silver Bullet (1985 / directed by: Daniel Attias)
With October not much further away and this being a particularly hellish Election Year, I decided I'd better start brushing up on my haven't-seen or haven't-seen-in-a-long-time horror. I've been very anxious to rewatch this movie in particular since I have some pretty strong childhood memories of it being extremely brutal. Is it? No. Surprisingly, it can claim a slightly higher degree of tension in its' scenes of people
talking about the monster's devastation than any of the death scenes. I wish it weren't, but it's trying very hard to play vigilante morality; ala- Fulci's
City of the Living Dead. Though thankfully we may be spared any scenes of the people accusing each other, we are forced to watch bar assholes go on rants against the local cops. The cops are barely made into characters yet we can't help but feel their job is a little hard since the killer is a frickin' werewolf. This isn't really a good set-up for scenes of People Vs. the Cops. Shouldn't the police be blamed when what they're taking heat for really
is their fault? We watch scene upon scene of crowd confrontation and... it adds up to nothing. When the movie's over, it's a story about the sister learning to love the brother again. And god is she a weak character. The actress earns a few points during the can-collecting scenes where the movie really works. She walks among all the very disheartened townspeople and they can barely muster up the care to say anything. Some of them look hollow. Some look suspicious and mistrusting. Some look like they kind of want to throw something at her. All without dialogue. She says a few words but the important thing is that she's pretending to be after the cans when she's really looking for a person with a missing eye and when she gets all this extreme "go away!" in return, she has to look as chipper as possible. The impression I got is that she succeeded. Whatever Gary Busey adds to any movie is gained here (he certainly keeps you awake). He definitely comes off better than Everett McGill as the film's killer. He's not scary at all, when he gets to say anything really dramatic- he goes over the top, and though he gets a pretty wacked dream sequence, he also has about zero character. The film looks great and the music adds quite a bit (scored by Jay Chattaway, by far and away the best thing about 1980's terrible
Maniac). The dialogue is a mess and several scenes are cringe-inducing. The biggest problem there is the idea that the killer's victims were somehow breaking religious commandments. It's not followed up, he just mentions one woman who took sleeping pills before he killed her. Perhaps Stephen King's original book explained this better. I dunno. The worst scenes involve a prank with a snake, a little girl's father going a horrendously-acted rant against "cripples," and the one moment Corey Haim's character gets mad at his sister, for "wearing dresses to show off her tits"... even though we don't see any of this behavior whatsoever other than a throwaway 2-second shot of her talking flirtaciously with a couple boys weeks before this point in the story. However, overall, it is a lot better than what's passed for horror by and large in the last decade.
Deadly Blessing (1981 / directed by: Wes Craven)
I guess I can't really say the bottom dropped out of the religious-horror subgenre by 1981 if
The Amityville Horror produced 3 or so sequels in the 80's. But, aside from the film's
insane ending (which I'm almost tempted to say is worth sitting through the 100-minute movie to witness), this is not one of Craven's finest hours. The acting is quite solid (though Ernest Borgnine goes way over the top) but... and Netflix's ABYSMAL Watch-Instant print might have something to do with this, the movie is visually ugly. It never once rises above made-for-TV quality. And the music is awful. I wouldn't even call it good enough to be
Omen leftovers but it rests somewhere between that and
Children of the Corn. The deaths aren't unique or interesting. The story is awful. The dialogue is very poorly written. Craven's always been interested in religion as a device but there's nothing tense about the "differences" between the Amish wackos and the
Charlie's Angels troup of "serpents" tempting all the menfolk away from an honest day's work. It's a little more than that kind of movie. It's also the kind of movie where apparently the father is a total puritanical freakshow given Godlike worship by the entire cult - none of whom can think for themselves - yet the sons are normal and have no trouble communicating with the infidel type people. Modern, even-tempered sons somehow raised by an entirely rigid, fundamentalist Old-World cult... how does that happen? A cult who beat their children for nothing more than losing their shoe or rolling around in hay. Apart from Sharon Stone's part in the movie (she gets all the best everything: the best lines, pre-
Nightmare on Elm Street freaky dreams, the best nightgowns, and she lives), the movie has no style or scary ambience to speak of. Nothing that wasn't leftover from
Omen or
Amityville. Both of which are better.
Mom (1991 / directed by: Patrick Rand)
Damn are the early 90's an underrated time for horror! Anyway, this movie takes a break from the ultra-serious, more realistic approach of
Silence of the Lambs, Misery, and
Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer to deliver a very interesting (code word to some for dull) entry in the Mom/Grandma Becomes Cannibalistic, Demonic Flesh-Eater While Son/Daughter Covers Up for Her subgenre. It lasted a little less than 10 years with Troma's
Rabid Grannies as the chicken, Peter Jackson's sublime
Dead Alive (aka-
Braindead) as the ripest egg it produced, and 1996's direct-to-cable/VHS feature
The Granny as its' last call dinner bell (it was picked clean after that). This film has no hope of out-rageousing either
Grannies or
Braindead, so it has to go the opposite route and be more artistic. More subtle. And more emotional. Is it? Yes. Easily. Which makes it a perfectly accessible, easy to swallow gore film for people who don't like splatter. The sole problem of course is that, like the main character's wife Alice (played by - get this - one of the
Waltons' daughters, Mary Beth McDonough = Erin), I think we have to agree this guy just spends
too much time with his mother. Some of the "gags" of the movie come from him having to take all sorts of desperate measures to keep her locked up. None of these are funny. Some turn out to be surprisingly bloody, so I'm not complaining. But... this guy losing his job and getting kicked out of his own apartment ultimately come as a result of his obsession with his mother. That might not sound crazy when you see how out of control she is but... it becomes very uncomfortable watching him tie his mother to her bed. All 4 of her limbs. Anyone else getting the major heebies jeebies, from just
reading that? It's even creepier to watch. This guy (Mark Thomas Miller, dead ringer for Bill Paxton, who's pretty hot so I'm not completely unhappy with him) just shouldn't be so heavily involved in a suppression-of-will war. Not with... this woman for a mother. She's just too nice (I'm not kidding- this woman is Mother of the Year material, apart from the killing people thing) and almost never manipulative. It makes you start to wonder, ya know- what his father was like and then... again: *shiver*. Apart from that, this film does most everything right. It's funny enough. The special effects are excellent. The tone, pacing, camerawork, etc(.) are ambitious and outstanding. The acting is quite good. The characters need a little work. But the driving force of the movie is its' cleverness and the ending made sure to check everything we might have been unsure of. You know: where's the dog, where's the detective, where's Alice, what's going on in the kitchen? All present and accounted for. You might recognize a couple of other people here. Brion James as the "head" flesh-eater previously was seen in one of my favorite
Tales from the Crypt episodes, but of course he got his very own
Shocker clone (aka-
Nightmare on Elm Street rip-off):
The Horror Show. And Stella Stevens (the shower screamer in Troma's
Monster in the Closet and a ton of B-flicks) who played a victim here went on to star as the title monster in... that's right:
The Granny.
Hellgate (1990 / directed by: William A. Levey)
Now, these 4 movies are part of the same day's viewing. And, no lie, I think this was the most fun. The acting is truly the only major flaw. That and the opening scene, pre-explosion of bloody violence, because it's not clear that this really took place in the whole jukebox 50's era (where I'm assuming the prologue was meant to occur since the present-time is the late 80's). And there's no way to follow a story set-up on a character who is like the rag-doll version of Jane from
The Naked Gun for that one gag where Ricardo Montalbán drags her up to the balcony (and she's flying around like Olive Oyl from those absurd
Popeye cartoons). Anyway, this is one of those rare Forget Everything movies. No logic. No emotional arcs. No reverence toward life or death. It's sort of a parody. But not a recognizable one. Are there cliches? Very few that I can pinpoint. For example: you know that old one where in the middle of a zombie attack upon a ghost town, one of the potential victims running for their lives goes into a bar and actually decides to sit and watch Parisian can-can dancers do an entire floorshow? Neither do I. The characters crack jokes even after they're besieged by a horde of western-town zombies (so there are 3 conflicting/bombarding time periods in the movie's tourist trap orgy of things- I guess that reveals the movie's allegorical value: it's about antique cultural artifacts that can kill, so throw away your paraphenalic history, y'all). Even after one of them is stabbed with a knife and bleeding heavily. Not the entire cast is wasted, they just make it hard to adjust to the anarchic style of the movie's humor. Without skilled performers, you're not going to laugh at something like Ron Palillo saying "can we talk?!" after a guy 3-times his size has been throwing him around the room for nearly a minute, breaking mirrors and windows and table tops with his fallen body in the process. But, after awhile, it starts working. Especially since there is some visual oomph to the movie, the music is eerie at times, the setting is very spooky and also very attractive as a kind of model of a cool old ghost town. The violence is all very amusing and clever, for a change. The death scenes are goofy but the variety of bizarre forms of bad happenings on display is impressive. For example- I may have mentioned the zombies, stabbings, and ghosts. But there are also talking severed heads in fridges, a laser-shooting crystal-wiedling cyborg John Astin lookalike, rubber bats on strings which are treated as real, a terrifying mutant fish (which explodes) (forget
Piranha- this thing is "Land of Confusion" terrifying, this thing is "The Lonely Goatherd" terrifying!), jarring cutaways to an Arnold Schwarzenegger clone sharpening axes and machetes, a sex scene where the girl actually goes crosseyed in closeup, and several old dark house antics. Just what I needed after rewatching Tobe Hooper's truly boring
The Funhouse last year.