Thursday, November 21, 2024

Picks of 1974

Pick of the best films released in the year The Wombles should have been number one; the classic British sitcom Porridge debuted on our screens; and Col. Steve Austin became better, stronger, faster:

Almost Human AKA The Death Dealer (Umberto Lenzi)

Black Christmas (Bob Clark)

Blazing Saddles (Mel Brooks)

Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter (Brian Clemens)

Carry On Dick (Gerald Thomas)

Chinatown (Roman Polanski) 

The Conversation (Francis Ford Coppola)

Dark Star (John Carpenter)

Death Wish (Michael Winner)

Foxy Brown (Jack Hill)

Frightmare (Pete Walker)

From Beyond the Grave (Kevin Connor)

The Godfather Part II (Francis Ford Coppola)

The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (Gordon Hessler)

House of Whipcord (Pete Walker)

The Legend of the 7 Golden Vampires (Roy Ward Baker)

Let Sleeping Corpse Lie AKA The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue (Jorge Grau)

The Man with the Golden Gun (Guy Hamilton)

The Mean Machine AKA The Longest Yard (Robert Aldrich)

The Night Porter (Liliana Cavani)

The Parallax View (Alan J. Pakula)

Spasmo (Umberto Lenzi)

The Street Fighter (Shigehiro Ozawa) 

The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (Joseph Sargent)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Tobe Hooper)

Vampyres (José Ramón Larraz)

Young Frankenstein (Mel Brooks)

Not only was 1974 an impressive year for film, but some soundtracks were particularly just as on par with their respective films, in some cases being better. These were the crème de la crème:

David Shire - Main Theme (The Taking of Pelham One Two Three)

Willie Hutch - Give Me Some Of That Good Old Love

Roy Budd - Jazz It Up (MC/M4)

Coleridge-Taylor Perkinson - Flashbulbs

Bernard "Pretty" Purdie - Lialeh

The Impressions - Mister Keyes

Terrible Tom - Boss Ni**er

Isaac Hayes - Hung Up On My Baby

The Love Unlimited Orchestra - Theme From Together Brothers

Martha Reeves - Keep On Movin' On

Dennis Coffey And Luchi De Jesus ‎- Main Theme (Black Belt Jones)

Ennio Morricone - Bambole

Franco Micalizzi - Bargain With the Devil

Douglas Gamley - The Beast Must Die 

Toshiaki Tsushima - The Street Fighter

Lalo Schifrin - Ape Shuffle (Theme from Planet of the Apes)

* technically not from a specific 1974 film, but from a single which was released at the time. Sounds nothing like Jerry Goldsmith's original theme, but a great tune, regardless.

Monday, November 18, 2024

Boardwalk Emperor

Absolutely loathed Matt Reeves's The Batman (2022); an unnecessary and bloated reboot with a dreadfully miscast Robert Patterson as the titular caped crusader; pitted against Paul Dano's gimp looking Riddler and his army of incels. The only redeemable element about it was Colin Farrell's small part as the waddling master of foul play. A TV spin-off series on the Penguin, conjured preconceptions of typical Disney +/CW style slop and dissuaded my interest in the show. Glad to admit HBO's The Penguin (2024) has defied these notions, as the show is outstanding.

The decision to adapt one of Batman's arch villains into a Machiavellian mob drama, laden with shocking twists and revelations, rather than curse it with the stale millennial writing cringe of other comic book related serials, is ingeniously refreshing and one the show's greatest assets. The writing lands somewhere in between the rise-to-power bent of Scarface (1983) and the multi-layered character stylings of The Sopranos (1999-2007). The end result is a uniquely compelling offering which rises well above the rest of its ilk. Witnessing Oswald Cobb (shortened from Cobblepot) scheme his way through an ensemble of predicaments, is incredibly entertaining. It's also fascinating to learn about his strange relationship with his mother which leads to a deeply disturbing finale. My favourite side to Oswald is his mentoring of Victor Aguilar (Renzy Feliz), an orphaned street urchin taken under his wing, displaying an unseen side to the villain.

The Penguin's success can also be attributed to Colin Farrell's glorious performance as the duplicitous and grotesque villain. Not only is Farrell completely unrecognisable under all the make up and prosthetics, but he also sounds completely different; not one trace of his original accent and vocal range gives him away. Farrell isn't the only star of the show, however. Cristin Milioti is equally as great as Sofia Falcone, the unhinged black sheep of her crime family. Make no mistake: these are villains. None of that current day trend of humanising them and turning them into misunderstood anti-heroes. These are dangerous villains and remain that way.

Perhaps the most enjoyable bingewatch of a contemporary show I've had since Cobra Kai: Season One (2018) and Squid Game (2021). Completely hooked from the very first episode. Hopefully future seasons maintain the same level of high quality. Also praying its creators wisely steer away from including overexposed characters like Batman and the Joker etc, as the success of The Penguin is easily attributed to it organically working as a crime drama first and foremost, and its comic book source material is of lesser importance.

Friday, November 15, 2024

Megaflopolis

Huge admiration for anyone able to turn their dreams into reality. Not only did Francis Ford Coppola realise his life long passion project, Megalopolis, but he also invested vast sums of his own money into it after selling his winery.

One would think Megalopolis would be a perfect considering it's gestated for decades in Coppola's mind; along with having full creative control over it. Alas, the film is a horrendous failure in every conceivable way. The auteur ought to be checked for any signs of dementia. So spectacular in its floundering, that it's still a tediously exhausting and disconnected viewing experience even when treated as a hatewatch.

My brain officially checked out after around the twenty minute mark; the worst part was having to endure another two hours of this pretentious shite.

Megalopolis is not only a sure thing for worst film this year, but it's possibly the worst of the decade. Awful.

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Toys Are Not for Children

Adults buying toys for their inner child rather than their actual child is newsworthy, according to the BBC.

It's a genuine surprise to discover an action figure of the iconic traffic warden from the nightmarish drama Threads (1984) being available. What possessed someone to produce a toy from such a depressingly disturbing film I'll never know, but I do appreciate the attention to detail; even the box art is from a vintage BBC Radio Times cover.

Sadly, it's beyond my price range, but I applaud seeing it along with all the other figures available, as they are completely on my wavelength; especially the British Horror themed products. Big fan of Peter Cushing's antiques shop owner from the classic Amicus horror anthology From Beyond the Grave (1974):

Favourite toys owned back in the day: Palitoy Star Wars X-Wing Fighter; CGL Galaxy Invader 1000; Ideal Toys Evel Knievel Super Jet Cycle; Idea Alligator Game; and Kenner Denys Fisher Toys Stretch Armstrong.

Friday, November 8, 2024

The Most Dangerous Gamin

Dementia (John Parker, 1953/1955)

Your host serendipitously discovered the wonders of John Parker's experimental thriller Dementia (1953/1955) accidentally confusing it with Francis Ford Coppola's Dementia 13 (1963). An unforgivable error to Coppola's stans, but a rewarding fluke for anyone with an appreciation for vintage psychotronic film, regardless. A bizarre, psychological thriller free of any dialogue  peppered with horror elements, and shot like a stylish film noir. Visually, many parts of it reminded me of Orson Welles' Touch of Evil (1958).

After waking from a nightmare, The Gamin (Adrienne Barrett), a mentally disturbed woman and the film's heroine, wanders around skid row experiencing various surreal encounters with distinguishable nighthawks: The Evil One (Richard Barron), a sleazy pimp introduced multiple times; The Rich Man (Bruno VeSota), the Orson Welles looking sugar daddy; and The Law Enforcer (Ben Roseman), a cop on her trail, who later reappears as her father. These run-ins serve as vignettes showing off the obvious Luis Buñuel's levels of surrealism inherent in the film. A fascinating anomaly in cinema, as despite being such an outlier, its influence is profoundly evident in more celebrated films with a deeply psychological bent. Herk Harvey's Carnival of Souls (1962) and Roman Polanski's Repulsion (1965) share obvious DNA with this lesser seen horror noir.

Despite the absence of any dialogue, Dementia manages to incorporate sound and music in a creatively playful fashion. An eerie score, which would have perfectly complimented the popular science fiction flicks of its era, features a wailing female vocal courtesy of Marnie Nixon that is otherworldly. The result lends to the film's hauntingly, dreamlike atmosphere and surreal visuals. Another highlight in sound is how Shorty Rangers and his Giants' music uniquely syncs into the film. You hear the band's music playing off-screen, and then witness them playing it when The Gamin stumbles upon them in a jazzy night club. Like something the Zucker Brothers might have written for one of their spoof comedies.

The basic gist of the film was the brainchild of Parker's secretary, Adrienne Barrett, relaying an actual dream she had to the director. Not only did it spawn the film, it also managed to get Barrett, an untrained actress, into being cast in the lead role. Incidentally, despite Parker's name being credited as the film's director, according to numerous sources VeSota, alleges to have also co-directed the film (uncredited, however). Dementia was intended to be a short film, but additional scenes kept on being filmed during its production, with the finished version clocking in at just under an hour. Still a short film, regardless.

Symbolism plays heavily in Dementia. A traumatic event from our protagonist's past unfolds via a surreal graveyard scene (easily one of the major highlights from the film). In it, we our heroine's parents; her father feeling frisky, but the mother being unreceptive to his advances. The discarded cigar in an ashtray nearby, representing an adulterous incident and the subsequent ramifications of it, is hugely important to The Gamin's backstory. In a later scene, The Rich Man's stogie becomes a triggering catalyst to events in the present. This is all somewhat of a revelation for a film from the fifties. Granted, dark themes in films from this era were hardly new, just look at Charles Laughton's The Night of the Hunter (1955) for example, but they also had the advantage of smart and nuanced dialogue to get away with various details which might have been deemed inappropriate for its time.

Another fascinating element is William C. Thompson being the cinematographer for the film. The same individual who photographed numerous Edward D. Wood Jr. films also did this. You wouldn't know it, however, as the film looks astonishingly more artistically stylish compared to the B-movie fare he would make before and after (and professional, for that matter). Hence, the visual comparison to Welles' striking aforementioned noir. Amusingly, Dementia was the film Thompson worked on before The Violent Years (1956) a personal favourite in the canon of juvenile delinquency films.

Although completed in 1953, Dementia languished in limbo for a couple of years, until Parker managed to secure an incredibly limited theatrical release. It would prove to be the one and only film he would make. However, it was later re-released with the alternative title Daughter of Horror (1957); with American TV celebrity, Ed McMahon narrating over it and addressing the lack of dialogue in the original. It's this version of the film where footage of it is playing during the cinema scene from Irvin Yeaworth and Russell Doughton's famous monster flick The Blob (1958); starring the legendary actor, Steve McQueen.

A curious oddity from the 1950s. Dementia's production history is just as strangely fascinating as the contents of the film. A weird anomaly which ought to be recognised by both film historians and genre heads as genuinely being ahead of its time. Although not quite on the same tier as the movies that it inspired, Dementia is unquestionably a remarkable effort given the talents involved, along with it being such a mind blowing discovery. It's an anachronistic film which should appeal to armchair shrinks and anyone interested in surrealist films or vintage B-movies.

Saturday, November 2, 2024

The Discreet Hypocrisy of the Bourgeoisie

Nothing defines Champagne Socialist so exemplary than a successful multi-millionaire actor, surrounded by overpriced blu-ray discs, and moaning about capitalism

While in the Criterion closet, Andrew Garfield ought to have protested about inequality instead of filling his totes bag; like the range of Criterion UK releases being absolutely pitiful compared to its corporate big brother across the pond, and why the latest 40% off discount sale in HMV has as much choice as an Eastern Bloc supermarket.

Here is a selection of UK Criterion titles which ought to have been part of the sale:

Double Indemnity (Billy Wilder, 1944)
Repulsion (Roman Polanski, 1965)
Happiness (Todd Solondz, 1988)
Do the Right Thing (Spike Lee, 1989)
Menace II Society (Allen Hughes, Albert Hughes, 1993)
The Irishman (Martin Scorsese, 2019)

Severin’s cellar will always outshine the Criterion closet. Always. All the lucky folk invited into the hallowed basement appear more enthusiastic there than Cate Blanchett and Todd Field being poncey and boring like their film Tár (2022). The cellar has director Sean Baker geek out on giallo films and gushing over Laura Gemser  that's way more relatable to me. Pick of the lot is seeing Gaspar Noe going Supermarket Sweep.

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Viewings: October 2024

Romain reigns! David Moreau's zonked out, zombie-zoomer, one take MadS was undoubtedly the best discovery this month — both old and new. An anxiety ridden trip leading to the beginning of the end.

Fittingly, the lean and mean post-apocalyptic film Azrael became a very late highlight for me.


Film:

The Camp on Blood Island (Val Guest, 1958)*

One Shocking Moment (Ted V. Mikels, 1965)*

With These Hands (Don Chaffey, 1971)*

Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (Richard Blackburn, 1973)*

The Blues Brothers (John Landis, 1980)

Homework (James Beshears, 1982)*

The Outcasts (Robert Wynne-Simmons, 1982)*

One False Move (Carl Franklin, 1992)*

All Ladies Do It (Tinto Brass, 1992)*

Pulse (Kiyoshi Kurosawa, 2001)

The Mist (Frank Darabont, 2007)

Trick ‘r Treat (Michael Dougherty, 2007)

Starry Eyes (Dennis Widmyer, Kevin Kölsch, 2014)

Becky (Jonathan Milott, Cary Murnion, 2020)*

Spontaneous (Brian Duffield, 2020)*

Alien: Romulus (Fede Álvarez, 2024)*

Apartment 7A (Natalie Erika James, 2024)*

Azrael (E.L. Katz, 2024)*

The First Omen (Arkasha Stevenson, 2024)*

MadS (David Moreau, 2024)*

Never Let Go (Alexandre Aja, 2024)*

Strange Darling (J.T. Mollner, 2023/2024)*

Terrifier 3 (Damien Leone, 2024)*


Television:

The Avengers 'Dial a Deadly Number' (Sydney Newman, 1965)*

Return of the Saint - Various Episodes (Leslie Charteris, 1978-1979)*

Sapphire and Steel - Various Episodes (Peter J. Hammond, 1979-1982)*

Generation Z (Ben Wheatley, 2024)*

Mastermind - Episodes 7-10 (Bill Wright, 2024/25)*

 


*First time viewings.


Dada Debaser Notes:

  • Did my own take on the annual 31 Days of Horror post. You’re welcome!
  • What if Jack Hill made Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970)? That's Lemora... in a nutshell. Despite its acclaim by seventies horror connoisseurs, its heavy nonce vibes guarantee I'll never revisit it.
  • One False Move is regarded as one of the "defining thrillers of the nineties". After its admittedly disturbing home invasion scene, it ploddingly devolves into a derivative cop movie than the underrated neo-noir it's made out to be. Largely forgettable, despite Bill Paxman being in it.
  • I had high hopes for another lost gem being unearthed from the BFI Flipside imprint, like The Appointment (1982), but sadly The Outcasts was more a snug fairy tale than the folk horror it was promoted as. Decent, regardless.
  • Channel 4's new zombie series Generation Z is a massive chore to binge through; it's largely boring and ridden with Guardianista brainrot. Typical Ben Wheatley shite. Alternatively, watch the superior and far more entertaining Dead Set (2008) instead.
  • Art the Clown definitely earned his spot on the slasher Mount Rushmore, but can we not pretend Terrifier 3 didn't drag due to Sienna's PTSD taking up so much precious screen time?
  • Once Strange Darling's predictable twist occurred, it all went significantly downhill for me. Kyle Gallner-core run ruined. Real shame, as I was absolutely loving it and praying for another curveball to maybe save the film.
  • Keep hearing Star Wars' "modern audience" doesn't existent, but that's a factually wrong statement after witnessing it on a recent episode of Mastermind.

Other stuff I enjoyed: Arena of the Unwell's 31 film reviews celebrating Halloween and The Martorialist's 100 Best songs of the 2020s list.

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

The Silent Era

Azrael (E. L. Katz, 2024)

Post-apocalyptic films are a frequent setting in sci-fi and horror; practically a genre in itself with how common it's become, but there aren't that many out there with a Biblical theme, thus Azrael (2024) has made it onto my radar. E. L. Katz, who I first discovered from his debut, dark comedy Cheap Thrills (2013), has managed to deliver a lean little eighty-five minute film survival horror set after the Rapture. Sold!

Years after the prophetic event, all that's left in the world are the undesirables. Azrael centres around Samara Weaving who has really grown into her own actress, rather than the once labelled as Lidl brand Margot Robbie plays the titular character. Azrael is the Angel of Death in various religions; here, she's an escaped prisoner from a woodland community of religious psychopaths. They're all God-fearing mutes now, since the removal of their vocal cords. A cross-like scar is left on their throats.

The majority of Azrael is dialogue free. This might be a potential deal breaker for many, but considering the aphonic No One Will Save You (2023) was the best film last year (still no 4K release) for your host, that's not an issue at all. Thankfully, Azrael succeeds in a similar manner in a narrative told with physical actions and intriguing world-building.

Samara Weaving's performance is of someone completely put through the wringer. She’s able to tell a lot just with emotions in her facial expressions. Big blue eyes say a lot when contrasted with all the mud and blood she's covered in. There are occasional texts that appear on screen that serve as quasi-Biblical like gospel to the proceedings in the film. They're few and infrequent, but lend well to the overall dark and brutal tone of the film.


Considering all the good 'uns are all in Heaven, the remainder are left behind. With no room left in Hell, charred looking, flesh-eating zombies also walk the Earth. Much of the bloody horror content is attributed to the zombies ripping and eating the flesh of any poor souls they catch. There's also Weaving's gruesome takedowns of her captors whilst exacting bloody revenge on them.

As far as low budget, post-apocalyptic films go, Azrael looks surprisingly good, considering it's mostly set in remote woods with a bunch of old tents. There's a lot of ambiguity, but it doesn't feel like it's intentionally done in an annoyingly pretentious manner, but still requires work reading into the world Katz has created. It becomes rewarding, as it leads to an unforgettable climax which ends the film on a high note for me.

Definitely  a Marmite movie for many, but of all the religious themed horror films released this year, Azrael stands out considerably for its creativity, storytelling and above all, its entertainment factor.

Thursday, October 24, 2024

"It Is Not a Rip-Off; It's a Homage!"

Liam Neeson's Peter Swan, the cinéaste director from Harry Callahan's fifth outing, The Dead Pool (1988), is still a relevant caricature of pretentious film makers churning out slop as art today. Knowledge of great film works and paying tribute to them is nothing new (just ask Brian De Palma and Quentin Tarantino!), but the homage is more often used today as a lazy Get-Out-of -Jail-Free card to absolve a film from any obvious flaws; the very reason why Ti West's MaXXXine (2024) left a bitter aftertaste for me after the dust had settled.

Arkasha Stevenson's The First Omen (2024), the completely unnecessary prequel to the iconic, seventies spawn of Satan horror, The Omen (1976), should not have been conceived. That's the studio's greed, for sure. However, its writing team play a part, too. The prequel is jarringly subversive, factually wrong and retroactively so shoved in, that it's nothing but a huge disservice to the original. Thanks to its ridiculous twist, it sets up the potential for further films. The prequel is a mess that intentionally strays away from its source material whilst piggybacking off the reputation of its superior predecessor. However, its seventies Italian horror vibe and Nell Tiger Free's solid lead performance are the few redeeming aspects in this parasitic film; saving it from being amongst the worst I've watched this year.

If leeching off its predecessor isn't enough, how about blatantly ripping-off Isabelle Adjani's unforgettable subway scene from Andrzej Żuławski's art-house horror Possession (1981)? Other than it being a shameless "homage", the worst part about The First Omen's tribute is how workmanlike it's presented in the film. Devoid of any real resonance when compared to Adjani's disturbingly shocking scene. It merely exists so cinephiles get the reference. A happy meal for kino heads.

The First Omen wasn't the only bun-in-the-coven themed film this year; Apartment 7A (2024), a prequel to Rosemary's Baby (1968), is even worse; thanks to it repeating the entire plot of the original, but with a couple of eye-rolling musical numbers and immersion breaking millennial writing. Alternatively, Immaculate (2024), the other nun themed horror from this year, might be the pick of the bunch, as, despite its flaws, it's practically the same plot as The First Omen sans the incongruous retrofitting ruining the film, and its homages being far subtler. Thus, it's a better film.

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Big Giallo Taxi

Keith Emerson - Mater Tenebrarum
Inferno OST, 1980

Genuinely thought I was hearing Dario Argento's prog band mates, Goblin the first time I watched Inferno (1980); the second film in his Three Mothers trilogy. It turned out to be one third of Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Keith Emerson. Same ball park, innit?

If you heard Goblin's prior soundtracks, particularly Suspiria (1977) and Buio Omega (1979), it's an easy mistake to make, in my opinion. That isn't a slight on Keith Emerson's Inferno score, as they're excellent, but on account of them sounding so remarkably similar. The track Mater Tanebrarum might be the best example with how well Emerson's carries on from Goblin's sound at the time.

Keith Emerson - Taxi Ride Rome
Inferno OST, 1980

Taxi Ride Rome is easily the most insane theme and my personal fave off Inferno's soundtrack. Makes complete sense that it was written by a mad lad who would somersault with a grand piano as part of his routine while playing live in concert.

Incidentally, both Taxi Ride Rome and the Suspiria theme are both featured in phantasmagorically beautiful scenes involving a dreamlike taxi ride.