Category Archives: Horror

In the 70s Psychic Abilities Were Everywhere

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The other night I began a rewatch of The Exorcist II: The Heretic. It has been 40 years of so since I last watched this sequel to the fantastically successful The Exorcist and most of the film had slipped into the forgotten realms. (Not surprising even 40 years I was unimpressed, and this is often considered the weakest film in the series.) Release in 1977 this movie has many of the hallmarks of cinema of the 70s, particularly genre films and their fascination with psychic powers or it was nearly always referred to then, ESP.

Now Science-Fiction’s love affair with ESP well predates the 70s, Star Trek’s original pilot The Cage fixates on it and it is the foundation for all of the weird and fantastic stuff in Herbert’s Dune. It is in the 70s that this shit exploded across television, film, and books.

ESP and its associated ‘powers’ seemed to erupt in all sorts of fiction even when it was terribly mismatched to the genre. The Devil’s Rain a supernatural horror film about a coven of satanist and the struggle to possess a vital artifact utilizes, in addition to magical powers granted by the lords of hell, ESP in it plot. In the novel The Exorcist Father Karris must exclude by proof that the objects moving about in Regan’s room are not being manipulated by telekinesis. Psychic powers are so assumed to exist as part of the natural world that they have to be eliminated before he can move on to demonic possession. (This bit was wisely dropped from the film’s script.)

ESP showed up in SF films, soap operas, and horror films with amazing regularity. This fascination vanished fairly quickly in the 80s with the study of psychic ability being coded for ‘con man; in Ghostbusters. The 70s were a wild ride.

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The Werewolf Experiment Continues

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My work in progress, an un-outlined novel about werewolves in the Rocky Mountains of Idaho has reached or nearly has reached the half-way point.

I am aiming for a novel from 80,000 to 90,000 words in length. Yesterday the total word count for the project passed 40,000 as I wrote the unfinished chapter 12.

As I have laid out in earlier posts, my approach to this novel is quite different, starting with a scene that I had no concept of where it might belong in the story and spinning out from there. While there is no formal outline and certainly nothing like the monstrous ones I have produced in the past for other novels, there is a single page document laying out the five acts and very rough plot points that might occur in each of those. But even that is subject to inspirational and sudden change. Last Friday as I reclined in the dentist’s chair while they implanted a socket in my skull for an implanted false tooth a new understanding of the story’s third act, the one I am currently in, came together in an epiphany.

I am unsure of the market for this piece. The genre I am aiming for is horror, modern, real-world set but with fantastic elements horror. Currently there are a lot of werewolf type stories out for people, but an awful lot of the prose ones are romances, with commanding ‘alphas’ as dominate, sexy leads and that is pretty much the opposite of what I am trying to craft.

This work is in theme much closer to the subtext of Siodmak’s The Wolf-Man with a commentary on fascism and how that brutal ideology can be seductive. My werewolves, discarding the discredited ‘alpha wolf’ theory for the junk science that it is, is focuses on wolf family dynamics, transforming these werewolves into ‘Family Value’ fascists. That’s a lot of political weight to carry in a horror novel but I firmly believe that stories have to be about something more than plot and horror needs more than gore.

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Movie Review: The Last Voyage of the Demeter

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In development for more than two decades The Last Voyage of the Demeter, adapted from a chapter of Bram Stoker’s Dracula finally arrived in theaters last weekend.

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Told from the point of view of Doctor Clemens (Corey Hawkins) a late addition to the Demeter’s crew, as the aging ship transports 50 crates from Transylvania to London, unaware that one of the crates harbors the vampire Dracula. In addition to Clemens the crew included Captain Elliot (Liam Cunningham) a captain near retirement, Tobey (Woody Norman) the captain’s eight-year-old grandson and cabin boy, Wojeck (David Dastmalchian) the ship’s mate. Upon discovering a woman, Anna (Aisling Franciosi) that they believe to have stowed away on the vessel before it sailed, they crew turns fearful and superstitious. Once animals and crew begin dying and vanishing is mysterious manners the fear transforms into terror and the crew find themselves locked in a battle for survival against a creature that defies rationality.

I am notoriously picky and finicky about horror films. It is a genre that I adore but a great many of the fare leave me cold. While much of the horror community raved about ‘X’ I found it a rather standard slasher and uninteresting. The Last Voyage of the Demeter a film and subject I have long wanted to see is neither a great horror film nor is it a terrible one. The is much to admire in the film and the craft of those that created it. André Øvredal’s direction is sharp and sure. He moves his characters confidently both in their blocking and their emotional space, never leaving the audience at sea for what is transpiring in the scene or in the minds of the cast. The script by scribes Bragi Schut jr, and Zak Olkewicz is well structured, wastes little time while still providing enough establishment and backstory to flesh out the characters as people. They also avoid the trope of conveniently having a person aboard familiar with the legends and myth to act as an instructional guide to the others. All of the crew and Anna are clueless in the monsters weakness and true nature. Tom Stern’s cinematography is excellent. With much of the story occurring at night the simulated darkness is as convincing as that performed for Jordan Peele’s Nope, utterly credible and never too murky to see except for when it is by design. When the film revealed the full cast with the ship committed to its doomed voyage, I mentally predicted an ending that if it came to pass, I would have proclaimed as ‘trite’ or ‘unexpected,’ and I can say that ending did not arrive. The filmmakers showed the courage to go places with their script and story that I would have thought invoked a terrible storm of executive’s notes.

And yet with all this going for it, I cannot say I loved this movie.

Some quality, some element was missing that prevented me from fully engaging with the piece. I never lost myself in the story that played upon the screen, remaining detached enough to analyze as I watched. Where other horror films fully pulled me into their nightmare dreams, Get Out, Hereditary, and the like The Last Voyage of the Demeter just missed that mark. This is in all likelihood an idiosyncratic reaction and I have no doubts that many a horror fan will enjoy this film. Even with my own lukewarm response I do not feel my time was wasted and it deserves to be seen on the big screen.

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The Experiment So Far

 

Just over two weeks ago, May 3rd, I posted about an experiment in my writing as I began a novel without a written outline. My normal process for writing a novel involves extensive notes, outlining, and breaking out all the acts, before I tackle the actual drafting of the book. With this book, working title which is very likely to change The Colors of Their Trade, I have no notes save the once I make as I write, no outline, and a bullet point of six or seven elements to break down the 5-act structure.

As of yesterday, May 18th, I had nearly 10,000 words written for Trade, major characters and relations defined in the text, and narrative momentum that so far has not abandoned me. I believe, perhaps in error, that if I can get the entire 1st act drafted, about 15,000 to 16,000 words then the project will have survived its most critical phase.

Mind you, I am not flying completely by the seat of my pants with this. I have a clear understanding of the five-act structure, 1) establishment, 2) disruption, 3) point of no return, 4) chaos and collapse, and resolution, and what elements are critical this this story’s various acts, that for each act I have a clear destination and goal. That said, while the goal is visible for each act the path to it is not.

This is an experiment in another matter as well. It is a horror novel and I have never written long form prose horror. All of my horror to date has been short fiction and one feature film screenplay that is utter garbage.

I am considering but not yet committed to the idea that when I get act 1 completed that I might show it to a few people and see if it is working as well as it appears to me.

Still, the process continues and only the future knows what it will hold.

 

A gentle reminder that I have my own SF novel available from any bookseller. Vulcan’s Forge is about the final human colony, one that attempt to live by the social standard of 1950s America and the sole surviving outpost following Earth’s destruction. Jason Kessler doesn’t fit into the repressive 50s social constraints, and he desire for a more libertine lifestyle leads him into conspiracies and crime.

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A Curious Editing Choice

Alien is one of the most influential science fiction horror films of all time. A credible argument can be made that Alien killed off the professional explorer style of sf movie, while military and semi-military people crewed spacecraft replacing with the ‘truckers in space.’ Scores of blatant rip-off movie followed in the Alien‘s staggering box office success with cheap direct to video production continuing to this day. Alien’s production design, direction, and cinematography are all presented with a ‘grounded’ realism. A more naturalistic ‘lived in look’ that Star Wars a few years earlier had pioneered in SF cinema.

Yet, in contrast to all this hard edged, grease covered realism Alien also boasts a singular edit that flies in the face of the rest of its choices.

For the most part editors Terry Rawlings and Peter Weatherly employ a simple invisible approach to their craft, never drawing attention to their edits from shot to shot or scene to scene. A style that melds with the film’s ‘grounded’ approach drawing the audience into the screen’s reality. Except for one edit.

When Captain Dallas fatefully goes into the air shafts to hunt the alien in hopes of corralling it into the airlock the unintrusive editing style is maintained until the very end of the sequence. Dallas, fleeing from where he believed the alien to be instead heads directly into the creature, delivering a jump scare that would have made Val Lewton proud, as the creature suddenly reached out for him, and towards us. Then the scene cuts with a very brief shot of a badly tuned CRT screen, like a television switched to a dead channel with an accompanying burst of static.

There is nothing from any of the other characters points of view that supports a sudden cut to a CRT monitor. None could see Dallas as he fled, but instead listened to him and watched him as a phosphor dot on their crude trackers. The choice for that quick startling edit was made entirely for the audience’s point of view and it works.

I have never seen anyone watching this film react with anything other than emersion during this tense, horrific scene. Never has anyone suspension of disbelief ben damaged by that choice. It is a curious and genius bit of editing artistry that a lesser team would have never employed.

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Let’s Get Back to Wolf Men

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Last week horror film Youtuber Ryan Hollinger released a video essay on 2010’s The Wolfman a remake of 1941’s The Wolf Man. The 2010 film was not particularly well received nor was it a hit at the box office and Hollinger put forth his own analysis of why the film performed so poorly. I

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watched the movie in the theaters on its release and found the adaptation tepid, dry, and wholly uninteresting and despite an amazing cast, Benicio del Toro, Emily Blunt, Anthony Hopkins, and Hugo Weaving, only Weaving managed to captivate and hold my attention. You can see my original review of the remake here.

While I think Hollinger makes a number of good points about why the remakes failed, I do believe that he missed a critical element.

Curt Siodmak’s script for the 1941 film is a lean, spare affair quite suitable for a modest production with a brief running time of a scant 70 minutes but that is not to say it is without subtext and subtlety. In 1941 turmoil engulfed the world. Depending on how you counted the Second World War had been raging for 2 to 4 years and

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fascism seemed to be conquering the globe. A refugee fleeing Nazi antisemitism Siodmak and his brother landed in Hollywood marked by their experiences something Curt injected into The Wolf Man. The script’s subtext is about how even ‘good’ people become monsters under the wrong influence. A clear for what Siodmak witnessed in Germany with the rise to power of the Nazis. Repeated several times in the film is the famous poem Siodmak penned;

 

Even a man who is pure in heart,
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
And the autumn moon is bright.

We all have the beast within us, and it only takes the wrong circumstance to awaken it, to release it, to the ruin of all including ourselves. This elemental truth is missing from the 2010 remake. It is a tragedy that Lawrence Talbot became cursed the potential lies within everyone. Any person can be filled with hate and perform terrible acts upon their fellow humans. This is the central theme that seems very much missing from modern werewolf tales. It isn’t about the bite but the darkness we hold inside. It’s about how easy it is to hate.

Given the cultural and political storms sweeping the globe we are ready for a return to TheWolf Man and a reexamination of the hatred at the center of a poisoned heart.

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Streaming Review: War-Gods of the Deep

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1965 American International’s release War-Gods of the Deep (UK title City in the Sea)attempted to capitalize on the commercial and critical success of the Roger Corman Poe movies starring Vincent Price by hiring Price to star in this film very loosely inspired by a Poe poem.

Ben (Tab Hunter), an American working on the English coast, after discovering a corpse on the beach, becomes convince something is afoot, something unnatural. When the object of his

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affections, Jill (Susan Hart) vanishes in the night, Ben and an eccentric artist, Harold, (David Tomlinson), along with the artist’s pet chicken (My sweetie-wife’s favorite part of the movie), go searching for the woman. By happenstance and the force of a plot-driven story they end up in an underwater city ruled over by a tyrannical smuggler, (Vincent Price.)

War-Gods of the Deep was the final movie directed by the legendary Jacques Tourneur who gave us lasting classics such as the original Cat People, Night of the Demon, and the wonderful noir, Out of the Past. Sadly, this movie can’t match the quality of any single shot of any of those previous films. The script is a hodgepodge of ideas, scenes, and wildly incongruent elements. This story has, mystical caverns keeping people ageless for more than a century, reincarnated wives, gill-men living in the deep, and pseudo-ancient cults and practices. None of the actors, save Price, seem to have done anything more than memorize their lines and marks, giving lifeless, empty performances.

The editing of the film is terrible with long tedious underwater sequences that are supposed to contain tension and action but are, in reality, utterly confusing leaving the viewer unable to determine one character from another.

It’s 85-minute running time drags slower than nearly any other film I have watched including some Italian zombie flicks. There is little to nothing in this production that is worth recommending unless you are a Price completionist.

War-gods of the Deep is currently streaming on Amazon Prime in the US.

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My Strange Relationship with The Last of Us

 

A new prestige television series from the creator of the fantastic Chernobyl? You would think that I would be right there every Sunday evening, devouring the newest episodes.

The truth is that zombies of all stripes have worn rather thin for me, particularly the setting of the zombie apocalypse. Yes, I know that these are not technically zombies, they are not magically reanimated corpses but aggressive, disease-infected individuals. The cast looks

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fantastic and there’s no doubt that the series is winning praise from both within and without of the genre communities. And yet I really am not interested in watching it. I never played the game. Games with prolonged story arcs are less appealing to me due to their intense commitment in time. I play first person shooters, never completing their ‘campaigns’ but simply enjoying the on-line matches against hyper-competent players who nearly always leave me beaten and broken.

So, it sounds like I have no relationship with TLOU, but that’s not accurate either.

Craig Mazin, the principal writer and showrunner, co-hosts a fantastic podcast on screenwriting called Scriptnotes. For Chernobyl he launched a companion podcast for the limited series to help illuminate the history and where the show explored fiction. The podcast was a success and helped promote the series and naturally HBO wanted another for The Last of Us.

So, without watching a single episode of the series, or having played the game one second, I am a devoted listener to the series’ companion podcast.

The podcast features Mazin, Druckman ho was the creative force behind the game and co-runs the series with Mazin, and the voice actor who first gave life to one the game’s and show’s principal characters, Joel. Episodes by episode they break down what happens, why they made the creative decisions that they did in staying true to the game or driving far afield from it, and expounding on, in their view, what makes foe compelling stories.

While I may not be interested in fungal zombies overrunning the world, I am thoroughly and utterly fascinated by the process by which that premise becomes so compelling to so many and the secrets of the story telling craft these men so clearly understand.

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The Rig: Concluding Review

 

Two months ago I posted a review of the streaming series The Rig about ancient threats from Amazon Studiosthe ocean’s floor endangering the crew of a North Sea Oil Rig. At the time I called the first couple of episodes an intriguing start.

Sadly, I can’t say that the season ended well.

It did not end terribly either.

It sort of petered out, revealing some things, establishing its deeper mythos and lore, but clearly more focused on a second, or possibly even more, season that crafting a tale well told.

I do not insist that every season of a multi-part project be presented as a complete story. Game of Thrones first season certainly ended with loads of unresolved plotlines, but it also had a finality to it that gave it a sense of ending. The Stark’s time in King’s Landing had ended, that chapter was done, and the tragedy had befallen the family.

The Rig, while superficially, presenting the same sort of season close had none of that emotional weight. The oil rig is abandoned, some characters survived, some did not, but none of it felt like a close. It reeked of ‘cliff hanger,’ something I truly despise.

Endings are critical. I personally cannot start writing a short story or novel without knowing the ending. It is the culmination of all those hours of reading and watching. It is the treasure that is the artist’s gift to the reader and audience. It is the bow that completes the wrapping.

An ending doesn’t have to be ‘happy.’ Michael’s at the conclusion of The Godfather is far from happy. He has become everything he said he was not, but that transformation is the point and that’s what we see fully realized in the ending.

The Rig gave me nothing but the dangling thread that more was to come but without the character arc, without the human transformation, more to come is far from enticing.

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Streaming Review: Wake in Fright (1971)

 

Adapted from Kenneth Cook’s 1961 novel of the same title Wake in Fright is a psychological horror set in the vast Australian Outback, centered on machismo as a smokescreen for insecurity.

John Grant (Gary Bond) is a young, timid, and naive man teaching school in the isolated settlement of Tiboonda. As a condition for receiving a college education from the Australian government John posted a $1000 bond pledging to serving two years as a teacher in the arid, isolated, Outback. During the scorching Christmas break John leaves Tiboonda on his six-week holiday with visions of Sydney, beaches, and Robyn filling his dreams. During an evening’s stopover in the somewhat larger city of Bundanyabba, dubbed ‘The Yabba’ by locals, John crumples under peer pressure to drinking and gambling. He awakes to find that he has lost all his money, cannot fly out to Sydney, and must survive the Yabba and its drunken, rowdy, men.

Wake in Fright is a study of men without hope, without futures, for whom the entirety of the universe has collapsed down to a singularity of drink, gambling, and violence with even sex relegated to a mere after thought. John’s timidness and naivete and his attempts to break the cycle of drunkenness fails utterly under to social pressures of burly men who measure their manliness in the ability to drink and fight. There are few women that John encounters in the Yabba, barmaids and counter clerks, with the exception being Jeanette, a woman for whom the men of the Yabba have scarred and who seems more of a shattered shell than a fully realized person.

The themes and metaphors of Wake in Fright come crashing together in the Kangaroo Hunt. John, having drunkenly boasted of his shooting skills, accompanies two rowdies and the Yabba alcoholic doctor (Donald Pleasence) into the wilds to hunt kangaroo. This is no measure, careful display of skill and wilderness craft. It is men nearly too inebriated to stand, tearing through the arid landscape in a battered automobile, slaughtering the animals they encounter. It is not for food or sustenance but a display a savage cruelty inflicted on the helpless.

(It should be noted that this sequence will be very disturbing to many people as it is not a simulated kangaroo hunt but one that the filmmakers captured from reality, save for the Kangaroo wrestling sequence in the evening. The Kangaroo Hunt is the most controversial aspect to the feature and weather is finds the filmmakers intended purpose of revolting the audience against the practice or glorifying it will reside in the mind of the viewer. It has been reported that the film crew engineered a ‘power failure’ to stop the hunt. Personally, I found it revolting but believed it could have been achieved by less cruel means.)

Director Ted Kotcheff and Cinematographer Brian West have achieved an admirable effort in capturing the dusty, isolating, and scorching heat of the Australian Outback. The audience is as alien to the setting as John Grant. Even in the comfort of my living room on a cool evening the photography and setting felt hot, dry, and oppressive. West utilized wide lenses, just shy of being fisheye, to not only capture the vast panorama of nothing that is the Outback but also inducing a mild edge of frame distortion that kept the film unreal and unsettling.

Gary Bond is credible as Grant but at 30 perhaps just a bit too old for the recent college graduate and naive character. Pleasence chews up the scenery as the drunken, chaotic, and destitute doctor. The doctor is a character who has abandoned all pretense that he might become a better person, and instead has surrendered himself to his vices, addictions, and fleeting whims.

Wake in Fright is a searing indictment of toxic masculinity long before that term took hold in popular culture. Not a traditional horror film, perhaps not even a folk horror, Wake in Fright‘s lies in the human heart, the condition that pushes men to surrender to their worst impulses and desires. Surprisingly free of sexualized violence, this film and its theme is about the violence we do to ourselves when we surrender out self-control.

Wake in Fright is currently streaming on Shudder.

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