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RIP Steve Ditko (1927-2018)

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Many of us today are mourning the loss of Steve Ditko, who died this past week at the age of 90. His  greatest and most fertile period of work was produced half a century ago - in various horror comics (THE THING, OUT OF THIS WORLD, TALES OF THE MYSTERIOUS TRAVELER) of the 1950s, in science-fantasy and super-hero comics for Marvel (TALES OF SUSPENSE, THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN, DOCTOR STRANGE) and Charlton (BLUE BEETLE, CAPTAIN ATOM) in the 1960s, the remarkable black-and-white ink-wash horror stories he produced for the Warren magazines CREEPY and EERIE, and the experimental and emphatically philosophical material he contributed to WITZEND in the 1970s. However, he was active right up till the end, illustrating a series of unabashedly unique, and sometimes sketchy (uninked) comics for Robin Snyderwith titles like THE HERO, THE MOCKER, DITKO PRESENTS, OH NO! AGAIN DITKO, and sometimes with just a succession of numbers, #25, #26, #27. Just a few days ago, on July 4th, the latest Ditko/Snyder fundraiser on Kickstarter ended having doubled its stated goal.

As Steve Bissette has noted on Facebook, regardless of this success, the public support of this material has actually been minimal considering how many people are now reminiscing with such reverence about Ditko's work and its impact. I understand these outpourings, and I don't doubt their sincerity. Ditko's work coincided with the pre-teen and teen years of the post-war generation, the Baby Boomers, and he and Jack Kirby largely carried the weight of Marvel Comics during its heyday years. For those of us who received that work when it was new, we were young and our mental chemistry was at its most vibrant and receptive, and it was being felt by a lot of people our own age simultaneously, so that if you met someone who knew Ditko's name, that was it: you became friends. Now that we're all a bit older, in our sixties a lot of us, we may still avail ourselves of the new material as well as the wealth of handsomely repackaged vintage work, but I don't find myself discussing it with anyone - certainly not in the depth of the old days. I think what largely constitutes the impact of this work is not only what it is or was, but how we shared it, how it enriched our lives.

A one-shot, but a great moment in comics.
Ditko was the first artist of any sort whose work I learned to recognize by its style and technique. The work made me pay attention to the name, and vice versa. This must be one of the very first steps anyone must undertake to engage in the appreciation of art. There are, and always have been, people who don't like Ditko's work; they find it stilted, disjoined, unnatural, eccentric, unrealistic. To me, this was the whole point: to break away from naturalism to create one's own world - and in his case, to break even from one's own world into universes beyond. It is true, I believe, that his work was not well-suited to every character he was asked to draw, but when he had a strong hand in inventing that character, there was no one better. He may have been the first artist to streamline Iron Man's armor, for example, but the character remained hopelessly metal-bound, as Ditko lacked the linear sensuality of that character's definitive artist, Gene Colan. Ditko wasn't a sensualist, but he more than made up for it as an expressionist.

Ditko was also essential to my education in cinema. His best work is not only proudly cinematic, it can be like a highly concentrated form of cinema in which all the variation that goes into the building of a sequence must be invested in a single frame. When I look at his work, I can intuit some of the questions he likely asked himself as he began building up those images, like: What is most essential about this facet of story? What do I most want this moment to express? What is the psychological truth of this moment? What am I not seeing that I am feeling, and how can I make that phantom feeling visual? I believe, without a doubt, that when Ditko's work most meaningfully came into my life with THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #13 - the first Mysterio story - the path was paved not only for my interest in Ditko (and thus comic book art itself) but for the work I discovered later by Mario Bava, whose films evoked a similar atmosphere of horror and mystery.

Original Ditko art for CREEPY #12's "Blood of the Werewolf."

Much has been written about Ditko's influence by the works of Ayn Rand, and how he lived a hermit's existence - because it's just about all the general world seemed to "know" about him. He always preferred to let his work speak for him. I know that the second point has been highly overrated; he was not a self-publicist, he didn't care about fame or fortune, but I know he got around, met people (I know several people who met or had brief encounters with him), and I have good reason to think he probably answered every letter he received from those people who took the trouble to look up his address and reach out. I mean, handwritten letters, stamped at his own expense. This is a civil and generous discipline that exists among very few people today. What I find especially remarkable, from evidence I've seen on eBay and elsewhere, is that he would sometimes write at length to a stranger to explain why his answer to their request had to be "No." On eBay at this moment (and think of this when you reach the end of this paragraph) is a Ditko letter of reply stating that he doesn't sign index cards, and pointing out that the person requesting such did not include a blank index card with their request! However, think about what that individual received - a personal explanation, returned at Ditko's own expense of time and materials, and signed twice, as was his custom - his signature underlined by his hand-printed name, as if his hand-printing had been typewritten. In essence, he was telling this correspondent, "No, I don't deal in the impersonal, but here is a reply you can take personally."


The trouble is, the few facts we know about him are evidently misleading, and there is much that we may never know. Besides Rand, which authors did he most admire? I think we can safely say Poe (what is his tale "The Terror of Tim Boo Ba" if not a retelling of "The Sphinx"?) and Lovecraft; I see a lot of Doctor Strange in Sax Rohmer's stories about Morris Klaw, collected in THE DREAM DETECTIVE. Was he inspired by music? I think his work makes it quite plain that he loved film noir - so much of his work seems to take place in the years and amid the urban scenery of his own youth in the 1940s and '50s. In his panels, you can find Dutch angles, wide angles, low-angled stage lighting, rooms turned upside down, close-ups that delve into a character's fear and perspiration, even images that seem to shout with a movie's brass sections - as in Betty Brant's nightmare about Peter Parker revealing himself to her as Spider-Man. His work is supremely cinematic, so he obviously loved movies - genre film perhaps moreso than the classics. The people I would identify as the most discerning Ditko fans seem to prize his ink-wash work for CREEPY and EERIE as his career best. Some of this is due to the unusual and highly polished medium he was working in, but it also comes from (I hesitate to say "the fact that") his sensibilities were forged in the black-and-white realm of film noir. A black-and-white he would elevate to new levels of meaning and morality in his Mr. A stories.  

This is how you draw a sock in the gut. 
I loved and admired his work deeply. I could write about it for days, but what is the essential facet of this blog entry? What do I want most at this moment to express? What is the psychological truth of this moment? What am I not saying that I am feeling, and how can I make that phantom feeling verbal?

From my heart - thank you, Steve Ditko.

More than most of the artists I've chosen as my masters, you made me who I am.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.





RIP Santiago Moncada (1928-2018)

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RIP to Spanish screenwriter and producer Santiago Moncada, who was credited with writing Mario Bava's HATCHET FOR THE HONEYMOON (pictured), Claudio Guerin's A BELL FROM HELL, Jess Franco's SUICIDE GAMES IN CASABLANCA and ALONE AGAINST THE TERROR, Juan Antonio Bardém's THE CORRUPTION OF CHRIS MILLER, Joaquin Luis Romero Marchent's CUT THROATS NINE, the Spanish version of Sergio Martino's ALL THE COLORS OF THE DARK, Manuel Cano's THE SWAMP OF THE RAVENS and much more.

Moncada was virtually alone among Spanish screenwriters specializing in the macabre who produced work that was unmistakably his own, regardless of the director. He had a wonderful, playful way with psychopaths tormented by their pasts and tormenting of their present - if you haven't seen it, THE CORRUPTION OF CHRIS MILLER is particularly underrated and recommended. Undoubtedly, one of the most distinctive voices in Spanish horror, gone at the age of 90.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

My New Book Available for Pre-Order!

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I'm happy to announce that PS Publishing is now accepting pre-orders for my Electric Dreamhouse "Midnight Movies Monograph" on SPIRITS OF THE DEAD (Histoires Extraordinaires), the Edgar Allan Poe anthology directed by Roger Vadim, Louis Malle, and Federico Fellini. It is my first book in ten years, since the release of my book on VIDEODROME in 2008.

PS Publishing/Electric Dreamhouse, of course, is the partnership that recently brought you the marvelous WE ARE THE MARTIANS: THE LEGACY OF NIGEL KNEALE, in which I was pleased to be involved. This new release is nicely timed to coincide with the 50th Anniversary of SPIRITS OF THE DEAD's first public releases in Europe in the Summer of 1968. I'm glad to say that the film seems very much to be "in the air" - just last night in Neuchatel, Switzerland, David Cronenberg introduced a stand-alone screening of Fellini's segment "Toby Dammit," starring Terence Stamp.

The previous releases in the MMM series have been about 112-118 pages in length, but editor Neil Snowdon encouraged me to follow my heart with this one, and the final result is more than twice the usual length at 232 pages - yet the cover price remains the same! The book is fully illustrated, draws upon interviews involving each of the principals, and for easy reference, it includes the three Edgar Allan Poe tales ("Metzengerstein", "William Wilson" and "Never Bet the Devil Your Head") that formed the film's basis, annotated by me. The text is a love letter of documentation, shot-by-shot commentary, criticism, biography, videography - and autobiography. Yes, I said "shot-by-shot"; I wrote my analysis of the film using much the same technique as I apply to my audio commentaries. I must say, I wrote this book in a white-heat of sustained enthusiasm, and I believe it ranks with my best work - and it may well be my most inspired.

For my money, "Toby Dammit" is one of the greatest films I've ever seen, but I don't follow the common line of thinking that the other two segments are without merit. The more I wrote about the three distinct episodes, the more I came to see that SPIRITS OF THE DEAD really does function as a whole and rewards being viewed in that way. I also discovered that each of the three directors who contributed to this film made their episodes at what was perhaps the most decisive points in their lives and careers, and I discuss these fascinating points as well. Significant space is also given to Orson Welles' rejected script for the film, a proposed amalgam of "The Cask of Amontillado" and "Masque of the Red Death."

In case you're wondering "Is there a definitive version I should watch before reading?," the answer is an emphatic YES! Buy this Blu-ray and watch the English version. (The discoffers French and Italian options, as well.) DON'T watch the French version currently circulating on Filmstruck's Criterion Channel and TCM. Well... actually, Louis Malle's "William Wilson" segment is safe to watch that way - definitive, in fact - but the other two framing episodes must be watched in English, as only this version preserves the vocal performances of Jane Fonda, Peter Fonda, and most importantly, Terence Stamp. Jane and Peter did their own voice work in French, but the French version now circulating bears the original export title TALES OF MYSTERY AND IMAGINATION rather than Histoires Extraordinaires - meaning that the French sound has been synced to the English visual track. Briefly stated, the results are sometimes jarring and not to the film's benefit. I explain this in more detail in the book.

As I say, it's been a full decade since my previous book, so please consider pre-ordering your copy now. If my publishers see that I have a responsive and plentiful readership, they may just decide to bring you more books by me!

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Universal's Holmes Revisited, My Facebook Notes - Part 1

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Nigel Bruce and Basil Rathbone as Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
Every so often, I have to revisit Universal's Sherlock Holmes series (1942-46), just for the love of the films - and to see how well they are continuing to hold up under time and familiarity.

Naturally I began with SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE VOICE OF TERROR and SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE SECRET WEAPON - the first of Universal's contemporary war-themed programmers about the great Baker Street detective. In some ways, what’s old is sadly new again. I'm not going to take the time to go back and copy out dialogue, but it was eerie to hear isolationist MAGA-like rhetoric coming from the mouths of Limehouse criminals. Also interesting that the villains of these two pieces turn out to be a wealthy war profiteer (Lionel Atwill as a creepily snake-eyed Professor Moriarty) and a Third Reich officer masquerading as a high-ranking member of the British government, who is attempting to dominate the empire with terrorist appropriation of the media. Same as it ever was?

The next film in the series, SHERLOCK HOLMES IN WASHINGTON, is more incidentally war-related, going under the surface of international relations to explore the subject of espionage. It boasts George Zucco presiding over various MUMMY props as an international spy ringleader living under the guise of an antiques store owner who just happens to be, once again,  one of the wealthiest, most respected men in town. Henry Daniell is in it too, though he’s thrown away in a bit part. The first of the series to be produced and directed by Roy William Neill (who effectively took over from this point), IN WASHINGTON introduces the series' hallmarks of droll humor, marvelous character actors, and a more successful accommodation of the Conan Doyle literary tropes within the contemporary setting.

It was followed by SHERLOCK HOLMES FACES DEATH, based on “The Musgrave Ritual.” This is one of the series’ best, a gothic mystery set in a convalescent home for shellshocked veterans (thus the contemporary element, and one critical of the emotional fallout of war), resulting in a bevy of memorably eccentric performances. Very often I remember moments from these films but cannot assign them to a particular title; this is the one in which Holmes, testing a man's reported alibi, upsets Mrs. Hudson (Mary Gordon) by firing a series of bullets into the lapels of a head and shoulders sketch of a man on his apartment wall. A very young, pre-MGM Peter Lawford appears briefly as a uniformed customer of the pub, The Rat and The Raven. We see the Raven, but are left to take the Rat on faith.

The next three films in the series - conveniently collected on one disc in MPI's Blu-ray collection - are  THE SPIDER WOMAN, THE SCARLET CLAW, and THE PEARL OF DEATH - veer away from wartime espionage to such fantastic foes they seem to filtered in from the edges of classic Universal horror. THE SPIDER WOMAN opens with a twist on "His Final Bow," with Holmes supposedly fainting and tumbling to his death near a falls. The ensuing mystery - about a series of "Pajama Suicides" - doesn't quite fit with this preamble, or explain why Holmes' death ruse was necessary; indeed, his disappearance seems to have given London's criminal element to embark on a crime spree, a story idea that is suddenly dropped with the arrival of Gale Sondergaard, a refined villainess who earns her creepy nickname by using a rare and maddeningly poisonous arachnid to drive various wealthy men to suicide, with her as their beneficiary. Child actor Teddy Infurh makes a curious impression as her fly-catching nephew, whose odd walk seems to pay tribute to Chuck Jones' Warner Bros.'Minah Bird cartoons, introduced in 1939's "The Little Lion Hunter." Angelo Rossitto pops up briefly as Obongo, the Prancing Pygmy - who himself seems inspired by Inki, the protagonist who hunted that same Minah Bird in the Warner cartoons, five in all. This one has quite a few enjoyable vignettes - both Rathbone and Sondergaard attempting to beard each other in their respective dens, a rooftop chase, and various escapes from certain death (including Holmes being tied up behind a shooting gallery target of Adolph Hitler!) - but they don't add up to a particularly cohesive story. But at an hour and change, this easily qualifies as diverting entertainment. 


In this round of re-viewings, I skipped THE SCARLET CLAW because I had watched it recently, independently of the others, when I first acquired this Blu-ray set ; it’s probably the best film of the series and it’s the one I reach for when I’m after a quick distillation of what’s best about these films. (“Quick, Watson! THE SCARLET CLAW!”) Perhaps tellingly, it is also the only film in the entire series scripted by its producer and director, Roy William Neill.

Immediately following CLAW, and rounding out what we might call the "Holmes Meets the Monsters" trilogy, is THE PEARL OF DEATH. Here, the detective's chief adversary is the Fantômas-like master of criminal disguise, Giles Conover (played by the very capable Miles Mander). His Lady Beltham, so to speak, is the equally versatile Naomi Drake (Evelyn Ankers, also memorable in THE VOICE OF TERROR), who must be kept in line by Conover’s sadistic reminders of the unrequited affection felt for her by the back-breaking Oxton Creeper, played by the towering Rondo Hatton. Hatton's acromegalic face is kept off-camera until the right psychological moment, his early scenes focusing instead on his silhouette or on his hands, which are shown encased in a pair of tight-fitting surgical gloves that make them look eerily other than human. In this one, Holmes’ own inclination to flaunt his powers of deduction gives Conover the break needed to steal the priceless Borgia Pearl, which ups the ante a bit for our hero, who accepts responsibility for recovering it. This is a very fine addition to the series.


Next is THE HOUSE OF FEAR, in which a grim-looking mansion by the sea plays host to the members of an exclusive club called the Good Comrades, whose deaths begin to be announced, one by one, in mail deliveries of a diminishing number of orange pips. The house set is the same used in SHERLOCK HOLMES FACES DEATH, and nearly all the players are returning repertory faces. The fact that Holmes is recruited to solve the case by an insurance agent tips the story’s hand prematurely, as does everyone’s almost willful neglect of questioning whether or not the putative murder victims (all found suspiciously dismembered) are in fact dead. Regardless, the film is tight, well made, and the gothic, sometimes stormy, atmosphere adds to its pleasures.

More to come!

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.



Cracking the Spine of Holmes - Electronically

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I am taking advantage of my current absorption in Sherlock Holmes to finally read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's A STUDY IN SCARLET.

I know, I know.

Actually, I've read a fair number of the short stories over the years, but for some reason, never delved into the novels - and I am so impressed. Conan Doyle takes brilliantly to the larger canvas. In fact, I would say this is by far the best novel I've ever read that consists of a few men and the occasional woman just talking in three or four rooms and moving from one to the other.

But the jaw-dropper is when Holmes proves the ineptitude of Scotland Yard's best by solving the case, giving us the name of the murderer, and opening himself to questions regarding his deductive reasoning. I'm reading this in an ebook, Delphi's COMPLETE WORKS OF SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, so I imagined there was maybe one chapter left, and then I turned the page to see "Part II"... and Part II commences many decades earlier, in the most barren patch of the North American desert, another continent entirely, with no immediate sign of a living soul for miles around!

This is not just great writing, it is masterful showmanship. I daresay it is probably one of the literary forebears that led to the term Kubrickian.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Universal's Holmes Revisited, Part II

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Basil Rathbone and Edmund Breon in DRESSED TO KILL (1946).
After Universal has guided Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson through a few WWII espionage thrillers, a few horror-tinged thrillers, and then a gothic mystery or two, some subtle changes were manifest in the series' subsequent releases. Someone in an executive position (above that of producer-director Roy William Neill) must have suggested, in the way executives tend to suggest, "Don't you think the Holmes films could stand to be... oh, I don't know... less brooding and a little more gay?" (Gay in the old-fashioned sense.) The next two films in the series, THE WOMAN IN GREEN and PURSUIT TO ALGIERS, represent a willful breaking away from the familiar tobacco-dense rooms at 221B Baker Street into the larger worlds of society, fashion and adventure.

THE WOMAN IN GREEN was, notably, the last of the films to be scripted by their most characteristic and clever scribe, Bertram Millhauser. The plot is itself a minor variation on its immediate predecessor THE HOUSE OF FEAR, as a number of murder victims - this time, women - are found around London with one of their fingers severed - "with the consummate skill of a surgeon." There is a peculiar disconnection between this "signature" aspect of the case (introduced as its principal mystery, it turns out to be nothing more than a grisly fetish applied to the murders by one of their lesser engineers) and the case that follows, which is a variation on THE SPIDER WOMAN, as a glamorous woman (Hillary Brooke) uses a form of cannabis, hypnosis and her own charms to persuade an innocent man of social prominence (Paul Cavanagh) that he is the actual perpetrator. The mystery seems more complicated than it need be even with just this much in play, but the script goes on to attach as mastermind the supposedly dead Professor Moriarty (Henry Daniell, formerly one of Moriarty's stooges in SECRET WEAPON, and a high-ranking member of British government in VOICE OF TERROR), who somehow cheated the hangman in Montevideo, though we hear him perish by different means in SECRET WEAPON. Disappointingly, most of these characters are introduced and incriminated in our eyes before Holmes even has a chance to deduce anything about them, and his final unravelling of the case is ultimately due to his having been in the right place at the right time and making a guess based on a hunch. Deduction plays not much of a role, and it seems to play a lessening role in the films from here on out. The script is somewhat familiar, even doubly so (which may account for Millhauser's departure), but the overall look of the film is new, with nightclub scenes and lots of Vera West dresses and gowns modeled by the alluring Brooke. Also, for the second time in the series (after THE SCARLET CLAW), the special photographic effects services of John P. Fulton were recruited to take the viewer within the seductive spells she weaves over Fenwick and, later, Holmes himself. Derivative it may be, but THE WOMAN IN GREEN is a B-picture made in unusually high style for its period, and Daniell is the most persuasive of the Moriarty actors. Owing to Dennis Hoey's unavailability (or perhaps it was decided to go for a more sober approach), the role of Inspector Lestrade was temporarily replaced by Matthew Boulton as the more serious Inspector Gregson - a character first introduced with Lestrade in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's first Holmes novel, A STUDY IN SCARLET. This film also contains a shot that I found hair-raising as a child, as Holmes uses his binoculars to identify a cab passenger trailing a visitor to his digs, and sees just a sliver of the evil stranger’s eye peering around the edge of the rear window. I would include that shot on a list of the 10 scariest things I saw on TV as a kid. Brrr!


If THE WOMAN IN GREEN represents a move toward a brighter shade of escapism, PURSUIT TO ALGIERS is even brighter, taking place almost entirely aboard the S.S. Friesland as Holmes and Watson escort an endangered King, incognito, back to the safety of his home country. There is a spot of fog and footsteps in the dark, but mostly this film gives us daylit promenades on deck, sentimental songs around the piano, shuffleboard games, and a festive final night party. There are some initial suspects and the usual load of red herrings among the Neill eccentrics, but as with the previous film, the real villains are openly so from the moment they are introduced (one of them is Martin Kosleck - the screen's favorite Joseph Goebbels, as a former circus knife-thrower turned to homicide), so Holmes needs no process of concentration to identify them - and we do not share his vantage during his various escapes from death; they are presented as action set pieces and then conveniently explained later. Even so, there is a lot here to enjoy, not least of all a moving Nigel Bruce interpretation of the traditional Scottish song "Loch Lomand." 

Then we come to TERROR BY NIGHT, which is probably the least of all the films in this series, on a technicality, but it's nevertheless perfectly in character with the other films; it's lively, well cast, intermittently droll, and compulsively watchable. Another escort tale, this one finds Holmes and Watson aboard a train as they are hired by Lady Margaret Carstairs (Mary Forbes) to protect her priceless gem pendant known as the Star of Rhodesia. Also aboard the train and determined to have it is none other that Col. Sebastian Moran, a former high-ranking henchman in Moriarty's mafia, traveling in disguise (though no one involved in the story has apparently ever laid eyes on him). The problem with TERROR BY NIGHT is that it shoehorns Holmes into a situation that any mystery protagonist could handle just as well, and Holmes' genius is less here about his intellect than his ability to get out of deadly traps physically. Also, virtually every scene or sequence is punctuated with cutaway shots from a much older film, which the IMDb identifies as the British production ROME EXPRESS (1932) - though some of the later stock rail footage appears to have come from a picture of German origin.  a welcome touch of the macabre, Skelton Knaggs has a small part in the last reel as an essential piece of the puzzle. He fits so effortlessly into this universe of characters, it's perplexing to me that he appeared in only one of these, and for such a short period of screen time. The femme fatale of this story is one Vivian Vedder, the subject of a simply awful portrayal by Renee Godfrey.

The series' swan song, DRESSED TO KILL, has always been one of my favorites and it's a nice return to form after the previous two. Like the previous few titles, it opens with an extended bit of backstory about what lies at heart of the crime to come - which, in this case, is three homely wooden musical boxes manufactured by a prisoner in Dartmoor Prison and sent to an auction house where they are awaited for some reason by a criminal recipient - before introducing Holmes and Watson. They get pulled into this case rather ingeniously, through an old school chum of Watson's, Julian Emery (Edmund Breon) who happens to get himself knocked-out and robbed of a lookalike box (he relates the story to them) before he is visited a second time and murdered in a grab for the real item. Emery is one of the most touching, likable characters to get knocked-off in the series, and we can feel Watson's hurt thirst for vengeance, restrained as it is. Once again, a stylish woman, Mrs. Hilda Courteney (Patricia Morison), is his chief adversary here, and Morison has opportunities to flaunt her talent for disguise, and to charm Holmes as he attempts to beard her in his den (and vice versa), again à la THE SPIDER WOMAN - and, in a twist on the Creeper's lovesickness toward Naomi in THE PEARL OF DEATH, Hilda is the object of her burly chauffeur's romantic obsession, though this feels like the remnant of a more detailed draft. (The chauffeur is played by frequent repertory players Harry Cording.) Though the script is reduced to having Holmes escape from a death trap like Clark Kent in an ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN episode, Holmes' gifts of photographic memory, musical memory, and his powers of deduction are well brought to bear, but in a somewhat charming resolution of the series, he openly admits at the end that the most decisive breakthroughs in the case were brought about by the eurekas of his old friend, Watson.

As I noted previously, my revisitation of these films has been my first complete viewing of the Universal titles as included in MPI's COMPLETE SHERLOCK HOLMES COLLECTION Blu-ray set, which followed their DVD version into release after some years. The versions included in this set were much ballyhooed as being faithfully restored at the UCLA Archives (a job said to have been partly funded by Hugh M. Hefner), and it appears they do reconstruct the films as they originally appeared in theaters - replacing the Realart reissue and TV syndication main and end titles that followed them into television in the 1950s - but this often means that inferior quality materials had to be referenced. That said, while some sequences pop with a never-before-seen lustre (the meeting scene between Rathbone and Evelyn Ankers in VOICE OF TERROR is one of the most memorably stunning improvements), there are just as many instances of such footage cutting away to other footage that looks excessively dupey. The irregularities of quality are particularly noticeable in TERROR BY NIGHT; and PURSUIT TO ALGIERS, as presented here, was evidently unable to recover its original end titles. On the positive side, these presentations include all of the original opening material leading into the stories, which to this day strikes me as odd and unfamiliar because it was snipped out of my initial viewings on local television stations, to help move things along. It's a miracle in some cases, seeing what was removed, that those broadcasts ever made sense!

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved. 

MANIAC and the Wonder of Wilkie Cooper

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I had seen Hammer's 1963 thriller MANIAC only once before, long enough ago to have seen it only on VHS. I remembered liking it more than I expected, without remembering exactly why. Last night, I found myself gravitating back to it, company producer Michael Carreras' directorial debut, now beautifully revived as part of Indicator's HAMMER VOLUME ONE: FEAR WARNING! box set. Anamorphic black-and-white cinematography is one of my personal aphrodisiacs, and I found myself newly drawn in by Wilkie Cooper's Megascope cinematography in monochrome and its marvelously choreographed tendencies to mislead.

In the film's extras, someone on the film's camera crew remembers how Carreras and screenwriter Jimmy Sangster was standing on location in a fabulously picturesque quarry one day, trying to figure out how in the hell to end the picture. A young new member of the crew dared to make a suggestion - getting himself fired in the process - and the suggestion was taken anyway. Knowing that this sort of thing happened on the set makes one wonder if either of them approached this film with anything like an idea of what they were going to do, because the storyline - such as it is - is constantly changing its direction mid-course, in a way that may have been clueless but could pass for sly. And one of the principal reasons why it could is Cooper's compelling photography.



As Jonathan Rigby points out in a supplement, the film opens with wild jazz and shots of tall grass, which is soon identified as the playing field where a middle-aged man rapes a 15 year-old girl. Before we see the man, we see an enormous close-up of his eye, and at first we may think this eye belongs to the film's star Kerwin Mathews, whose billing and close proximity to the title embeds in one's subconscious the possibility that our handsome leading man may turn out to be the story's well-concealed psychopath. As the rape is in progress, a boy of the girl's age notices the attack and pedals his bike away like the devil, returning as a passenger in someone's truck. We don't see the driver; all we see is a firm arm marching past the girl's fallen form to the man hitching up his drawers. He is presumably clubbed unconscious and taken back to a garage where his vengeful attacker (the girl's father) prepares him for more lasting revenge, masking himself behind a metal visor and turning on his skin the full blast of an oxyacetylene torch. We expect the story will guide us through the traditional details of a cover-up, consequences, something to follow... but instead, we jump ahead in time by several years.

The rape victim (Annette Beynat, played by Liliane Brousse) is now an attractive young woman, who lives with her still young and attractive stepmother, Eve (Nadia Gray), the two of them running a bar in the same small village in the south for France. Kerwin Mathews' character Jeff Farrell, a professional artist, is passing through town with his girlfriend when he stops for a drink. (You could stage a drinking game around Mathews' drinking and smoking in this role, as if he was aggressively hoping to counter his wholesome Sinbad screen image.) Owing to an argument whose details we never fully grasp, he starts taking things out of his car, what we presume to be her gear - but when she hops into the car and speeds off, we realize it's his own. The next half hour details Jeff's budding relationship with Annette, from ordering drinks to visiting the sites to jukebox twisting to a first kiss. Then the next half hour details Eve's knowledgeable derailing of the relationship with her own more immediate sexual access. The film's meticulous chronicling of Eve's seduction is masterful - not too eager, but when she finally comes across it is with the full heft of unmistakable, fur-bearing adult female authority. This being a thriller, this track-jumping romance is but a prelude to criminal mischief.

Considering how much importance is placed on the development of the original relationship in the film's first half hour, it is startling how little it matters in the second, but not as starting as the last half hour, which suddenly resolves in this initial relationship coming back together. In case you haven't seen the film, I'll not spoil the surprises of the twists and turns, but don't give up and miss out on the superbly cinematographic climax, which takes place in one of the most astonishing of film locations - a kind of cave-enclosed rock - or is it chalk? - quarry. (If you've ever been mystified as to the origins of that astounding still on the back cover of Re/Search's INCREDIBLY STRANGE FILMS book, this is that film.) It was while reveling in the almost geometric abstractions of this scenery that I realized that the story, such as it was, was as ridiculous as anything, and that the direction was such that much of the cast had to be revoiced in post, but that the film had kept me riveted throughout, subsisting almost entirely on the consistently scenic and psychological values of its camerawork.


In fact, Kerwin Mathews had not gained that much distance from his 7th VOYAGE OF SINBAD days, since Wilkie Cooper had been behind the camera on that show, as well. In fact, though Collins' professional career dated back to 1936 and such films as Anthony Kibbins' MINE OWN EXECUTIONER, Alfred Hitchcock's STAGE FRIGHT, and Edward Dmytryk's THE END OF THE AFFAIR (as well as the noted Joseph Losey short "A Man on the Beach"), he has become principally remembered for the epic grandeur he brought to Ray Harryhausen's beloved middle period work, from 7th VOYAGE through Hammer's ONE MILLION YEARS B.C. In those films he proved himself a master accommodator of illusion; in MANIAC, he performs a different form of sleight of hand that, to certain eyes, will shine just as impressively.

MANIAC isn't a great film, I grant you, but it's more wildly cinematic than a good many films that are deemed great.

(c) 2018 buy Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Joe Sarno's LOVE IN THE THIRD POSITION Reviewed

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If you have ever read the IMDb reviews of Joe Sarno's LOVE IN THE THIRD POSITION (1971; available from Something Weird Video as a DVD-Rand download), you might expect it to be pretty dire. While some of the criticisms ventured by those reviewers are reaonably well-founded, I seem to have derived more than the film than they did.

Also known as SIV, ANNE AND SVEN, this is one of Sarno's Swedish films and, when he filmed there, he filmed with live sound and had his actors speak English - phonetically, if need be. He couldn't afford to post-synchronize the dialogue with professional voice actors, but he also seemed to prefer the rough edges of authenticity rather than polish. Therefore, we get the actual stilted line readings that were recorded on the set, spoken by actors working, at the very least, in something other than their native language. (The lead actress, playing a photographer, repeatedly refers to her "photo serious," meaning her photo "series.") For some viewers, this can be a deal breaker, but YOUNG PLAYTHINGS - generally considered to be one of Sarno's major works - manages to survive those conditions, and I feel this one does too.





The synopsis is easily summarized in a line or two: Siv (Liliane Malmkvist), a fashion photographer, notices that her boyfriend Sven (Bosse Carlsson) is attracted to her young assistant Anne (Britt Marie Engstroem). An Iago-like friend (a Barbra Streisand lookalike), who has sensed Anne's sexual ambivalence, urges Siv to seduce her before Sven can, if she wants to keep her man. The game Siv chooses to play has unforeseen consequences that ultimately relegate her to a private Hell, as happens to many misguided Sarno heroines.

The line readings keep us well aware that we are watching a play being performed, as it were, but in the midst of this heightened artifice - which consists of a lot of shots of people walking in and out of doors into shadowy rooms, or conversing against plain wall backdrops like characters in  comic book panels - something real begins to take shape in the shy tenderness between the characters and is ultimately manifest during the sex scenes, which are for the most part girl-on-girl. These scenes are genuinely erotic - not due to the sort of shallow, air-brushed, bouncy imagery that typically defines softcore adult cinema but to a startling authenticity that is more clinical and intense in its attention to eye contact, heavy breathing, and the unexpected changes that can be seen as people are led to the brink of shattering the chrysalis of their inhibitions and become their true sexual selves. As usual during this period of his work in the early '70s, the sex is technically softcore on camera but Sarno permitted hardcore sex on the set (outside the frame) if the actors wanted or needed it. As the film develops, so do the performances on a more emotional, intuited level. Engstroem, in particular, steals the film with her convincing sexual confusion and vulnerability.




The IMDb reviews seem disappointed that the movie isn't more of a raunchy hoot, but Sarno was a serious filmmaker. It's basically wrong to look to him for that kind of movie, even in those few, like this one, that feature dated fashions and Swedish folk rock songs for ambiance. This is another Sarno melodrama about people exploring the freedoms of their time and discovering who they are by coming face-to-face with their deepest limitations.

Also available abroad as a bonus feature in Klubb Super 8's Swedish DVD of YOUNG PLAYTHINGS.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Origins of INGA

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Oh, the questions that sometimes assail the film historian. Like this one...



Above is a photograph by the British photographer Sam Haskins, included in his 1967 book NOVEMBER GIRL.



Now this is the Cinemation Industries poster for Joe Sarno's INGA, released in America in November 1968.

Questions: Is the image on the poster Haskins' work - an outtake, perhaps?

Is it actually INGA star Marie Liljedahl, who came to New York sometime in 1967-68 for some photo sessions, photographed by someone in homage to Haskins' work?

Could Jerry Gross of Cinemation have hired Haskins to take the photos of Liljedahl?

Unfortunately anyone who might know the answer to such questions is now either dead or forgetful.

Oh well, in 50 years time, I believe I'm the only person to have noticed that such a connection exists, so there is at least that. 

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Mourning Becomes AYLA

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Nicholas Wilder as Elton in AYLA.
I saw a very interesting psychological horror film last night called AYLA, about a troubled young man (Nicholas Wilder) who has never been able to accept the death of his hunger sister when she was only four years old. The film deals with the mourning process and the danger of arrested mourning, when we keep loved ones alive by binding with the pain dealt to us by their parting. Directed by Elias (GUT), it’s somewhat more of an art film than a shocker, so if you’re not interested in slow, methodical, even literary storytelling with poetical touches and ambiguous answers, this may not be your cup of tea. But it reminded me of the kind of horror film that Curtis Harrington might make were he around today.

Tristan Risk plays the title role of Ayla.
The title role is played by Tristan Risk, best-known for her work as Beatress in AMERICAN MARY; she is extraordinary in a silent yet highly disciplined physical performance that embodies the appeal of nostalgia as well as the unhealthiness of its excess. Dee Wallace is in it, too; in fact, I found all the performances strong and capable. It also serves up some memorable images. It's not yet available on DVD or Blu-ray, but it’s streaming here and there. If you're feeling in the mood for something eerie that will linger under your skin, seek it out.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

The Midnight Movie Monographers: JOHN LLEWELLYN PROBERT

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As I announced here a few weeks ago, I have a new book coming out soon - a meaty monograph on the 1968 Edgar Allan Poe anthology film SPIRITS OF THE DEAD (Histoires extraordinaires). The book is being published by Electric Dreamhouse Press, through PS Publishing, under the editorship of Neil Snowdon. Writing a book for a series is an unusual undertaking, and as I went about determining my own writing process for my book, I found myself becoming more and more curious about my fellow monographers in the series. I thought it might be fun to address questionaires to each of them and learn something about them and their books in the process.

One of the first books to come out in the series was John Llewellyn Probert's study of Douglas Hickox's THEATRE OF BLOOD (1973), a film that has the curious distinction of having lured me out to the theater where I met my future wife. So the film has a certain significance to me, but I was curious to know what it meant to John. He first came to my attention as a fellow contributor to another Electric Dreamhouse book, last year's WE ARE THE MARTIANS: THE LEGACY OF NIGEL KNEALE, and also in the two WE BELONG DEAD collections, '70s MONSTER MEMORIES and UNSUNG HORRORS. However, writing about films is more of a hobby to John, whose principal writing is macabre short fiction. He's published several such collections, including THE FACULTY OF TERROR, THE CATACOMBS OF FEAR, THE NINE DEATHS OF DR. VALENTINE and THE HOUSE THAT DEATH BUILT. You can actually get a strong jolt of his filmic inspirations from those titles.

So here is my first Midnight Movie Monographs interview, highlighting John Llewellyn Probert's THEATRE OF BLOOD:

I think it takes a very special relationship between film and viewer for someone to commit to writing an entire book about a single movie. Do you agree?

Oh I do indeed! Considering how long it takes to write any book you have to have a very good reason for devoting that much time to such a project.


What is it about THEATRE OF BLOOD that made you choose it?

I was approached, actually, and I think that was for two main reasons. One was that it was widely known that THEATRE OF BLOOD is my favourite film, but also because I had written a British Fantasy Award-winning novella called The Nine Deaths of Dr Valentine in which a rich, resourceful and flamboyant maniac killed people in the style of the deaths in Vincent Price films. Nine Deaths was a book I had intended to write since I first put pen to paper, and when it eventually came out it turned out to be more popular than I was expecting. In fact the third in the series, The Last Temptation of Dr Valentine, is due out in October. So I was already known for writing about (and loving) the style of comedy-horror that typify both the Dr Phibes films and THEATRE OF BLOOD, so for me to write about that film at length seemed natural to others before it even occurred to me. 

What do you think your choice of this particular film tells us about you, personally? 

To people familiar with me it will just serve to reinforce what they already know! Is it a film I'd show to a stranger and say 'if you get on with this you'll get on with me'? Possibly. I remember talking to Reece Shearsmith (THE LEAGUE OF GENTLEMEN, INSIDE NO. 9) who said he and Steve Pemberton would judge the friendship potential of schoolmates as to whether or not they were fans of THEATRE OF BLOOD. Actually, I think I did the same thing. 

When did you first see the film? Was your enthusiasm for the film immediate?

Well, I actually go into that in the book so I wouldn't want to repeat myself. Suffice to say, I was very young but fortunately it was shown often enough by the BBC that I grew to love it more and more as I got older.

In the time that has passed since then, have you watched it often? Has it continued to grow, or perhaps evolve for you?

I was one of those kids who would make audio cassette recordings off-air of films I thought I might want to re-experience, so I must have listened to the film's soundtrack at least a hundred times when I was growing up. I could certainly perform the entire thing in front of you if you made the mistake of asking. I still watch it about once year and it doesn't get old. But that's probably because I still find every viewing of this, and other favourite films, to be slightly different each time, often because there's some tiny new snippet of information of which I was previously unaware that then helps reshape the viewing experience.

You happened to write one of the first Midnight Movie Monographs to be published. Therefore, you weren’t working in emulation of an existing earlier model, you were in effect helping to devise one. There are any number of ways that a movie can be written about. Do you recall how you came to decide on the approach that your book finally took?

Above all else, I very much wanted to convey my enthusiasm for this particular movie, and I thought the best way would be to write the DVD commentary track I would never get the opportunity to record. The film itself is split into 'murder vignettes', each based on a different Shakespeare play, so the chapter headings wrote themselves. I also thought including the specific Shakesperean quotations used in the film would be a nice frontispiece to each chapter.

How would you describe the approach you did take? Did you interview any of the film’s personnel directly, or rely on subjective analysis and documentation, or is it a purely personal appreciation and invocation?

I started by going through the film, minute by minute, and writing down my thoughts. By the time I'd finished I had used up more than half my allocated word count so then I started to look at what else could be included. It was my editor, Neil Snowdon, who put me in touch with Michael J Lewis, the composer of THEATRE OF BLOOD's score. It's music I've loved nearly all my life and, like reciting the dialogue, I could probably play the whole thing on the piano for you were you to ask. Because of time pressures I had to come up with all of my questions for Michael late one Monday evening after getting home from work but it was easy because many of them were questions I had wanted to ask for years & I never thought I would get the chance. I had a thorough grounding in music in my youth and Michael and I are both Welsh so with all that in common we got on very well indeed. Hopefully needless to say, our conversations are something I shall always treasure.

Did you find it difficult to write at length about a single film?

With some films it's difficult to drum up the enthusiasm to write a single sentence, and then there are others where you feel you could never stop writing about them. I'm not just talking about 'good' films, either. But to answer your question, no - I didn't find it difficult at all to write about THEATRE OF BLOOD. In fact it felt more like one of those things my life had been leading up to.

Did you learn (in effect, teach yourself) anything surprising about the film as a result of writing at such length about it? 

Well I learned I could hold my own talking musical theory, composition, and orchestral arrangement with one of my personal heroes, which both surprised and delighted me. In fact I jokingly suggested we do THE MEDUSA TOUCH next as I had just been to a screening in Bristol Cathedral where it was filmed. Who knows? That's another of my favourites films, and one of my favourite scores.

Director Douglas Hickox made other films but it generally not thought of as a horror auteur. Did you find otherwise, or did you prefer to focus on the one film alone rather than as one facet of a more collective vision?  

I do think THEATRE OF BLOOD is very much an ensemble piece rather than the result of one particular artist's 'vision'. I therefore also think that in this particular case Douglas Hickox was just the right man for the job. While I adore the work of Robert Fuest I think it was Hickox's grittier approach to the deaths themselves that gives THEATRE OF BLOOD an edge. But his grimmer, more serious approach to the material is greatly tempered by the script, the music, and the performances, especially of course Vincent Price. Hickox doesn't exactly hold his actors back, in fact I believe he went on record as saying he had to offer them very little direction at all and 'just let them go'. What he does so well, I think, is temper those performances with the realistic milieu he established. For example, Robert Morley's character is absurd (and played beautifully so) but you genuinely worry about him, and the others, because the deaths are so horrible. Likewise if the characters weren't such caricatures the film itself would be so grim as to be quite hard going. And of course, the music adds an extra layer by being neither funny nor grim but romantic and melancholy. You're making me want to watch it yet again, you know. 

Your next book in the series has been announced as being about the latter-day Amicus production FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE. How did you make this selection?

I was introduced to the works of both Robert Bloch and R Chetwynd-Hayes through the Amicus anthology movies, and the style of both writers has always greatly appealed to me. Their blend of humour and horror remains my favourite kind of fiction and I've tried very hard to follow in their path with my own work. Chetwynd-Hayes perhaps had the edge over Bloch when I was young because most of his stories are set in the UK and thus they felt more 'real'. I would go for walks at night (you were allowed to do that at ten years old back then) and imagine the old lady who was actually a gorgon, the young man who had a coffin upstairs with his dead girlfriend in it, or the family who were actually ghouls, all living in my street. In a way I suppose you could say Chetwynd-Hayes was my Ray Bradbury, with instead of bittersweet. boyhood summers the constant sense that on some impending birthday your parents were going to call you to explain you were part of a family of ghouls, and that the noise in the attic was Great Grandad calling for his supper with his wooden leg. He certainly helped shape (or reinforce) my childhood view of Britain in the 1970s and when I read his work now it's with a great deal of nostalgia.

Is there a relationship between FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE and THEATRE OF BLOOD that makes them similarly durable for you, and tempting to this sort of extended appreciation?

Very much so. Both are superbly filmed and acted examples of films that combine horror with a genuine and very particular kind of wit, one which I adore. FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE was another one that little JLP made an audio cassette of so if you're not careful I can act the entirely of that one out, too. It's also a film that benefits from the frequently down to earth direction of Kevin Connor, who got the Chetwynd-Hayes world of bedsits, Surrey cottages and mad old ladies exactly right. I wish he'd been given the opportunity to do another one. I'll be talking a lot more about Chetwynd-Hayes in the book, too, especially as with any luck I'll have a few surprises to include.

John Llewellyn Probert's THEATRE OF BLOOD is available here. 


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

The Midnight Movie Monographers: JEZ WINSHIP

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Like John Llewellyn Probert, Jez Winship first appeared as an Electric Dreamhouse author as a contributor to WE ARE THE MARTIANS: THE LEGACY OF NIGEL KNEALE, with his essay "Quatermass: Rebirth and Resurrection." As a professional librarian, photographer, and broadcaster for Phonic FM in Exeter, he claims he hasn't yet acquired the personal confidence to think of himself as a professional writer, but - in addition to having racked up an excellent Goodreads score, on the strength of his book on George A. Romero's MARTIN - he has also annotated the work of the Folklore Tapes Collective and written the biographical notes for the first release by The Children of Alice - James Cargill's post-Broadcast work with Roj Stevens and Julian House. Jez is presently embarking on his next Midnight Movie Monograph, devoted to Jaromil Jureš' exquisite VALERIE AND HER WEEK OF WONDERS... 

Jez, you wrote first Midnight Movie Monograph to be published. Therefore, you wrote your book without a specific model sitting in front of you. What sort of guidelines did series editor Neil Snowdon give you?

Neil is a good friend of mine. We first met when he was running a video rental store in Exeter in the South West of England. It was called Brazil, after the Terry Gilliam film, and was filled with offbeat delights. As soon as I walked in and we started chatting (I remember him leaning on the broom he was cleaning up with, like a thoughtful caretaker), I knew I had found a fellow spirit. The Midnight Movie Monograph series came into his head after he had left Exeter and headed back up north with his wife Lili and daughter Mina. I had written extensively on a blog called Sparks in Electric Jelly, which Neil had set up before bowing out to pursue other directions and handing it over to me. I think it was my writing for this which led Neil to choose me as the first person to write for the Monograph series. Quite an honour and a declaration of faith considering I wasn’t (and still am not, really) a professional writer. We talked about the project from the initial germ of the idea through to its approach towards practical realisation. I was entirely behind Neil’s idea that these books should be written from the standpoint of enthusiasm and love. People writing about films which meant a great deal to them. Whilst we found the BFI Modern Classics series admirable in many ways, we agreed that it would be great to have a series which dealt with films on the cult spectrum, and particularly within the genres of the fantastic, which took a less academic approach. I was particularly weary of the standardised academic language to be found in these books and in other volumes, evidently written by people who had been on film studies courses and who had absorbed the accepted style and set of references. So hopefully no high-falutin’ references to Baudrillard or Benjamin, Deleuze or Derrida. But no converse anti-intellectualism either. Just make the ideas you own. In a way then, the BFI Classics were the counter-example. I admit I may have had the odd mini-rant to Neil about academic jargon and the exclusion of emotional response from the clinical autopsies which constitute some analyses (and the competitive "I’ve seen more films than you" kind of cross-referencing, which attempts some kind of taxonomy of the cinema). There’s value in this, certainly. But film is nothing without the emotional response. And that is a very personal thing. Our favourite films invite a highly personal response; they connect with us on a level which overlays the contours of our particular emotional landscape as we sit there in the darkness. We agreed that it was this personal perspective, possibly including elements of autobiography that we wanted. Firstly, how did this film make you feel, and then an examination of why it elicited that response. Which, as I suggested from the outset in my book, would probably reveal something about the author, both to her or himself and to the reader.

Your book is about George Romero’s film MARTIN. Why do you think you were attracted to this film, in particular?

MARTIN had long been a favourite film of mine and one which meant a great deal to me as a fairly reclusive, introverted teenager. I found John Amplas’ performance particularly compelling and, whilst I wouldn’t say I identified with the character (he is, after all, a compulsive killer), I felt a great deal of sympathy for him. I also found the evocation of a decaying town and community fascinating. It was a film which set a mood, one of autumnal melancholy and I found that this mood chimed perfectly with my state of mind at the time. It still does, to be honest. Other favourites of youth haven’t stood the test of time, but MARTIN definitely has. One of the reasons for choosing it as my subject was a desire to revisit it and discover just why this might be. A process of self-discovery, in a way. Mentally travelling back to my rather lonely and isolated youth, when cinema was such a vital and spiritually nourishing place into which to retreat. Neil knew from various conversations that it was a favourite film of mine (of both of ours, in fact) and suggested I write about it - for which I am very grateful (hence the dedication of the book). He really is the most considerate and encouraging of editors – and friends.

How did you first discover the film? Was your enthusiastic response to MARTIN immediate? 

I’d read about it before seeing it, probably in STARBURST, a British magazine devoted to science fiction, fantasy and horror cinema. Oddly enough, the first Romero film I’d seen was THE CRAZIES, which had been shown a couple of times as part of the BBC’s Saturday night horror double bills. These are now semi-legendary, and introduced many people of a certain generation to classic horror (just ask Mark Gattiss and the other members of The League of Gentlemen). I had also seen DAWN OF THE DEAD, I believe, which was available at the local video rental shop. But the first opportunity I had to see MARTIN was during a George Romero all-nighter at the celebrated Scala Cinema in Kings Cross, London. As a boy growing up in the London suburbs, this was a regular haunt of mine and served as my cinema school (actual school was shit, so my proper education occurred beyond its confining walls). MARTIN was the film I was really looking forward to. It must’ve started screening at about 2:00 in the morning. I’m fairly squeamish, particularly when it comes to the slice of a razor blade or any other sharp edge for some reason, and I have a vivid memory of feeling distinctly queasy to the point of nausea at the initial drawing of blood in the train carriage. But once I had recovered, I was immediately entranced, drawn into that melancholic mood and lulled into a state of dreamy early hours enchantment by the slow, hypnotic pace at which the film unspooled (and oh, how I’d love to see that fabled 3 hour cut). It was immediately elevated into my personal canon alongside other Scala favourites such as La Belle et La Bête, WINGS OF DESIRE, IF… and SOLARIS. It must have been on the telly soon afterwards, because I remember it becoming a staple of my late-night viewing on the clunky top-loading family video recorder. As with much-loved records whose scratches become a familiar component of the music, the hiccups and elisions caused by pauses and stops on the antediluvian machinery became part of the repeated experience on this increasingly clapped-out video. This repeated viewing etched it firmly into my impressionable young brain. And I’m all the better for it, I think. 

How do you view the film in relation to Romero’s other work?

It feels like a very personal film for him. I know he regarded it as such, and that it was a favourite of his. The relatively low-key tone and the stretches of narrative, which are devoid of explicit action, allow for a reflective mood and impressionistic, observational style. It’s a film in which Romero is able to observe and examine the surroundings in a manner considered more ‘arthouse’. But the same themes re-occur. One of the reasons I love Romero is that he addresses social, economic and political issues in a non-didactical and unobtrusive way. They are incorporated within the wider narrative without dominating it, without making a capitalised "Issue" of  things. As someone who grew up in and felt wholly alienated by the '80s of Reagan and Thatcher, I was always drawn to the counterculture of the '60s and early '70s. Romero definitely feels part of that (he never lost the pony-tail). The politics feels more explicit here, if not quite on a Ken Loach level. But there is definitely a keen eye for the depredations of life in a declining town in the industrial rust belt. These political dimensions are never exactly buried in Romero’s other films, however. So whilst MARTIN stands out in some respects, in others it is part of the wider oeuvre. I also find Romero’s female characters fascinating. I’m not sure whether he was a feminist, but he certainly takes into account the radical changes taking place in the ideas of gender roles and women’s place in society during the '70s. MARTIN is Christina and Abby’s story as much as it is anybody’s. The writing of strong female roles certainly connects it to Romero’s other work.

I assume you’ve seen the film numerous times over the years. Has it changed, or continue to evolve for you, over successive viewings?

It has, yes. I can still remember the impact it had on me as a teenager, and I certainly haven’t watched it with the fervent frequency I did then. I think I’ve come to appreciate more the subtleties of the social dynamic which are unobtrusively suggested in the film. Familiarity with the story has also given the space for concentrating on different elements of the film, such as the style and the editing, particularly of the black-and-white dream/memory sequences. I also came to realise how much Donald Rubinstein’s music had added to the creation of the overall music. Much as I came to realise that Bernard Herrmann’s music had been a major factor in my enjoyment of many favourite films of my youth. It’s a funny thing about films which made a huge impact early in life and which you come back to at intervening intervals intervals in subsequent years. There’s an accretion of experience and emotional development (hopefully!) which transforms each viewing, the personal sedimentary layers which inevitably make it very different each time. But underlying it all, that initial encounter still comes through. It can be a tremendously powerful and cathartic (and sometimes unsettling) experience. 

What do you think your choice of MARTIN may tell the reader about you, its author?

I think any book in this series will tell us something about the authors, given the personal response Neil is aiming for. I certainly feel a personal connection with MARTIN. My choice of it - which, in the context of the Midnight Movie Monograph ethos indicates that it is a film I have a great and abiding love for - probably indicates that I feel a great deal of empathy for the outsider, the marginalized, the lonely. And a great deal of antipathy for the reactionary forces of self-righteous repression, unbending conservativism and self-serving authority. The howling mob with their blazing torches.

Did you find it difficult, to write about a single film at such length? 

Actually, no. I think the approach I took – a narrative breakdown with numerous diversions into tributaries of biographical, cultural and historical detail – made the process, if not easy, then at least continuous. And once I’d laid the groundwork with research via the local public and university libraries (handily, I work in the local one and so have access to the capacious underground "stacks"), I found I had no shortage of material. I think that my familiarity with the film, my love of it, helped. It was just such a pleasure digging up these new layers, shining a light onto areas about which I had previously been ignorant. As I mentioned in my Introduction, there is always a danger in a close study of something you hold dear that some of the magic aura it has always emanated will dim. But that was not the case – entirely the opposite. I love it all the more for what I discovered. Hopefully the book has the same effect on readers who love the film too.

As you were writing your book, did you notice your appreciation for the film changing, or deepening in unexpected ways? 

Yes, partly due to my discovery of the background to its creation. The communal nature of the endeavour, the closeness of cast and crew and the connection made with local actors, film-makers and characters seemed to provide an alternative to the isolation and social decay which the film depicted. That quiet idealism, an idealism put into undemonstrative practice, made me admire and respect Romero and his film all the more. 

What approach did you take to your book? Did you interview any of the film’s personnel directly, or rely on subjective analysis and documentation, or is it a purely personal appreciation and invocation of it?

It was a purely personal appreciation. I read from various sources, but part of the non-academic approach which Neil is aiming for involves a more direct reaction from the writer. Less of the "so and so says this about the film" cross-indexing. So my book is massively subjective, but hopefully not waywardly so. I was keen to bring in references from the world beyond film too. I’m not too keen on cinema when it becomes overly self-referential. I prefer a broader cultural approach which takes in art, music, literature – everything, really. I didn’t interview any of the film’s personnel. As a non-professional writer, I didn’t feel confident enough to approach anyone.   

It's interesting you say this, because I recently got to meet John Amplas, the star of the film, and asked if he was aware of your book. He was not only aware of it, but he had a copy of the book with him and spoke of it enthusiastically! Have you been in direct communication with him?

Yes, I have. I think it was probably meeting with you that prompted him to get in touch. He sent me a Facebook message expressing how much he liked the book, and in particular affirming that its depiction of the communal, collaborative nature of the film’s making was accurate. It was a huge thrill hearing this from him, the ultimate accolade really. I sent him an email in response, and it was very gratifying being able to tell him directly how much his performance had meant to me. Although I think he will have gathered that from the book. Neil had sent me a link to an Amazon review in which the reviewer had indicated that it was John Amplas who had guided her to the book! What better recommendation! 

Your next book in the series has been announced as VALERIE AND HER WEEK OF WONDERS. Is there connecting tissue between MARTIN and this film, that makes it of similar importance to you?

VALERIE is a film which I came to rather later in life. It has a similarly personal importance, which again is why it’s a good choice for the Midnight Movie Monograph series. I was pointed to it by a band who mean a lot to me, Broadcast - and by their late singer Trish Keenan, in particular. I’ve not really thought about it before, but I suppose there is a connection of sorts, given that they are both about characters crossing the threshold into maturity. But whereas Martin is an urban (or suburban) film, VALERIE is very much a rural fantasy. So I guess the similarity ends there. Although they do both have vampires of a sort. VALERIE is something more of a challenge, in that I feel I have to absorb a good deal about Czech history and culture before I can truly embark, even if that becomes largely part of the invisible bedding. I’ve amassed a certain amount of material already, so I’m ready to go. With Broadcast’s "Valerie" playing on repeat in the background.

MARTIN by Jez Winship is available for ordering here

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

The Midnight Movie Monographers: MAURA McHUGH

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Irish writer Maura McHugh is an award-winning creator of horror and fantasy fiction in various forms: short stories, plays, screenplays and comics. Her first story was published in 2004 and, since then, her short fiction has continued to flourish in magazines and theme anthologies, while her work in comics has included collaborations with Kim Newman and Tyler Crook (WITCHFINDER: THE MYSTERIES OF UNLAND), Star St. Germain (THE NAIL), and Leeann Hamilton (JENNIFER WILDE: TULPA) and Stephen Downey (JENNIFER WILDE: UNLIKELY REVOLUTIONARIES). The titles of two of her fiction collections in particular, TWISTED FAIRY TALES and TWISTED MYTHS, with their evocations of endangered innocence seem to point the way to her own Midnight Movie Monographs selection - David Lynch's TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME (1992)...  


At present, there are four books out in the Midnight Movie Monographs series. Of those initial four titles, yours made the most immediate sense to me - because it's an acknowledged cult film, and also because it's a film that offers more than enough food for thought to generate a book. Given that you could have chosen any horror or fantasy film to write about, was it an easy choice for you?

Initially, I drew up a short list of films I'd like to write about and sent it off to the series editor Neil Snowdon. We had a short conversation and settled on TWIN PEAKS FIRE WALK WITH ME (TPFWWM). We decided on it before the new series was announced. In fact, because of the wealth of information about TWIN PEAKS, and the the two series preceding the movie, it was an intimidating choice. It added a great deal of work to the project. But I was prepared to do that as I admire the movie so much.

When did you first see the film? What was your initial reaction? 

I watched it on DVD after it was released, and I loved it - as much as you can love a horrendous fever dream! Lynch is one of my favourite horror directors, because his films always affect me deeply. His ability to instil unease and sever your anchors to safety are unparalleled.

TPFWWM was not a commercially successful film, despite following close on the heels of the TV series. But it seems to have had a profound influence on the way subsequent films began allowing themselves to tell their stories - allowing more fantasy to interweave with reality, allowing for more ambiguity and darkness. What do you see as its particular importance?

I think people forget that TWIN PEAKS landed like a missile into the rather humdrum television landscape of 1990. This is long before we had "event series" like we get today, when cinema was the prestige platform for actors. HBO did not start making outstanding TV drama until later in the 1990s. 

TWIN PEAKS masqueraded as a murder mystery procedural, with offbeat characters in a small town atmosphere, but it was wrapped up in a surrealist vision of the malleability of reality. Mark Frost and David Lynch (when they were in full control) were a great team as they had Frost's expertise with the television format and dialogue married with Lynch's skewed artistic visuals. It was a hugely innovative series for American television at the time. It opened up what was considered acceptable for a network TV audience.

It also came at a time when the Cold War went into rapid defrost, and a new millennium was visible over the horizon. TWIN PEAKS appeared like a cosy 1950s cartoon sitcom world, but it was a bright facade plastered over a dark seam of betrayal and exploitation.

Then along came the movie in 1992, and Lynch (with script co-writer Robert Engels) ripped back the layer and exposed the murder and abuse at the centre of the TV show. It was a huge shock to the fans, and the critics. Many of the people who loved TWIN PEAKS were probably unfamiliar with Lynch's previous work, and the fact that he does nothing the same way twice. We got an avant-garde, violent, reality-smashing movie centred on a poignant and profound performance by Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer, spiralling toward her inevitable death.

Is there a scene in the film you found particularly captivating?

There are a number of scenes that transfixed me at the time. The scene where Mrs Tremond and her grandson appear to Laura in full daylight, which is the first moment during Laura's sequence of the film where her boundaries of reality are fully breached. Then the subsequent dream sequence where they guide her through the various entrances into the Red Room. This leads to Laura understanding exactly what is happening to her. And of course the 'Pink Room' sequence, which induces that sense of being in an altered state.

Has your response to the film changed over time? Did the act of writing the book change the way you look at it?

I re-watched all of Lynch's work, and in particular the way he evolved up to TP:FWWM. The movie is a turning point for him, but it made it harder for him to get his projects made. I think it also resolved him to continue making the films he wanted to make. Pouring over his work and watching the film very carefully multiple times deepened my appreciation of his methods. He creates a structure but opens himself up for synchronicity and trusts his artistic instincts, even if his images don't make 'sense' to others (or even to him). Lynch is an artist first and foremost. He paints the image and hangs the painting - then it is up to the audience to interpret.

There are so many different ways that a writer can approach writing about a specific film, and there might even be more ways available to someone like you, who also writes their own original creative work. In writing about this film, what decided the approach you took to writing it?

Over the years I've done a lot of academic work, so I really enjoy watching films, analysing them, interrogating my reaction to them, and learning from them. This informs my own creative work. Lynch has been an important touchstone for me. 

Yet, I never thought of doing anything but a deep dive into the film - there is enough strangeness in TPFWWMI was like Laura entering the picture frame and going through the door, and it was a disturbing world to enter. I had quite a lot of dreams about the film, so it began to inhabit my mind when I was writing about it. 

I could have engaged with this in a more creative way, but I would only be a second-rate Lynch. Instead, I was grateful for the inspiration without co-opting it.

Did the process of writing your book result in any particular eurekas you’d like to point out, or hint at? In other words, was the process of writing the book illuminating for you?

Every project brings unique challenges and moments of revelation. This is the first long-form critical work I'd written since my MA thesis, so there's always the fear that you will not be up to the task. I wanted to do a good job because the film has meaning for me. 

Writing it deepened my admiration for Lynch's attitude to creating art: do it and move on to something else. If you want to return to your universe, go at it from another angle. What compels you? Do it even if it's unpopular. It's hard to play the long game, but time has proven Lynch correct in his approach to TP:FWWM. But are most of us willing to go through a career desert to stick to our principles? Sometimes we can and sometimes we can't. Of course, Lynch just turns to painting, or making music... or any of his many other creative outlets. Film is not his first mode of expression.

What approach did you take to writing about the film? Personal, subjective analytical, journalistic? Do you write about it in the context of David Lynch’s other work or mostly as a stand-alone work?

I looked carefully at what Lynch was doing in all his work leading up to TPFWWM, and when I was writing about the film, I also remembered to take it as an intact artifact. Yes, it is part of the TWIN PEAKS world, but it is an exceptional piece of art that exists at an angle to the original series.

I tended to engage with it on a visual/emotional level: what was on the screen and how did it make me feel? Nothing is on the screen is accidental. Lynch places everything exactly (he makes a lot of the props himself) - but that doesn't mean he understands why he does it. He's often trying to conjure a non-rational experience, so he trusts his artistic instincts without second-guessing how he achieves it... at least, that's my impression!  Plus, the soundscape of all of Lynch's films are hugely important and informative, so I also listened to what the film was saying that way. 

Did you start writing with a knowledge of what kind of book it was going to be, or did that come about via process?

Funny enough, often the structure will reveal something to you. I worked out I wanted an introduction, a section on Lynch, a section on his career up to TWIN PEAKS, and the largest section to be on TPFWWM. During this process I realised that this broke down nicely regarding the 'poem' in the film: 

Through the darkness of future's past,
The magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds...
'Fire walk with me.'

Each line became a subtitle for each section. And it fit.

I pondered the work for a long time before edging up to writing it. It wasn't written in a linear fashion... some sections prompted thoughts on previous sections, but mostly the TPFWWM part was written in one intense period. I pretty much isolated myself from the world (except for electronic communication) when I was writing it. It was just me, the laptop, and Lynch's work.

I read quite a lot of the published critical works about Lynch in the run-up to writing, but I paid more attention to Lynch's creative output, and his accounts of his career and work. I ignored most of the online outpourings.

I know how to write an academic text, but I wanted to walk the line of writing an accessible piece of work that was informed but not weighed down by research. I wasn't interested in tearing down other theories. I was hoping to open up and explore the film, not collapse it to one interpretation. The film pretty much defies that approach anyway.

One of your original works of fiction is a collection called TWISTED FAIRY TALES, and I can’t help drawing a connection between a work like this and a work like TPFWWM, which in some ways is about the inner life of a young woman, a girl, and the perversion or twisting of her innocence. Are you drawn to this film because it resonates with aspects of your own creativity, or inner life - or might it be the other way around, with Lynch’s work inspiring you?

The closest I can explain is that Lynch is one of the only directors who puts up on the screen how the world feels to me a lot of the time. That doesn't mean I've been in the violent horrors he often depicts, by the way, in case people are worried for me! It's a sense of recognition. Many films are enjoyable or challenging, but they are often disposable or forgettable (and there's nothing wrong with that, either). That's not how I experience Lynch's work - even those that are not entirely successful. 

Have you given thought to another film you might care to write about at this length? 

Yes I have, but TPFWWM would be a hard act to follow. There are so many layers to Lynch's films, and they are receptive to multiple viewings. I highly doubt I would take the same tack with another film project.

If I've learned anything from Lynch, it's "Don't repeat yourself."


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.


The Midnight Movie Monographers: SEAN HOGAN

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The fourth book in the Midnight Movie Monographs series to be released was devoted to Gary Sherman's DEATH LINE (1972), known in its 1973 US release under the more aggressive title of RAW MEAT. Made on a compact budget, the script - about the discovery of a pathetic yet monstrous family of subterranean survivors who have, through cannibalism, managed to survive their abandonment after an age-old disaster in the history of the British railway system - managed to attract actors like Donald Pleasence and, making a memorable one-day cameo, Christopher Lee. Thanks to some respectful attention in the fan press, it was immediately recognized as what was then known as a horror "sleeper," one of those films that sometimes arrived without fanfare and awoke people to a promising new voice in fantastic cinema. Choosing this film for his exploration was Sean Hogan, a director/screenwriter/producer best-known for FUTURE SHOCK: THE STORY OF 2000 A.D., LITTLE DEATHS, THE DEVIL'S BUSINESS, and LIE STILL. He's currently adapting Kier-La Janisse's autobiographical film study HOUSE OF PSYCHOTIC WOMEN as a program for television, but he stole some time to answer some questions about his time on DEATH LINE...  



Writing an entire book about a single film is a tall commitment. What is it about DEATH LINE/RAW MEAT that got that commitment from you?

At the time, I wasn't entirely sure! I mention in the book that, when Neil Snowdon approached me about writing something for the Midnight Movie Monographs series, he sent over a proposed list of films he was personally keen to see covered (although he made it clear he was open to other suggestions). I checked the list and when I saw DEATH LINE on there, I immediately and totally instinctively decided that would be the film I wrote about, despite the fact that there are other films that spring more readily to mind when I'm asked about my particular genre favourites.

I suppose it was partly the fact that it seemed relatively fresh territory; I knew the film had some high profile fans, but equally it seemed as if it hadn't quite got its proper due critically. And yet, for me, it was a film that seemed to get more and more interesting as I revisited it over the years. I make the point in the book that it feels very much a part of the American New Wave of horror in terms of its concerns and overall approach; that's a period of genre cinema I connect very strongly to, and yet many of those films have already been discussed pretty thoroughly. Not only was this not the case with DEATH LINE, but its very 'Englishness' (whether from an outsider perspective or otherwise) made it something I felt more qualified to explore.

And then of course, there was Donald Pleasence's performance as Inspector Calhoun, which struck me as a landmark role, and unlike anything else I could think of in the genre. What I didn't know at the time was that Calhoun would end up being my way into the book itself...

Please explain.


I suppose I should firstly make it clear exactly what the book is: while there are supplementary sections of more conventional critical commentary and interview, the bulk of it is largely comprised of diary entries from Inspector Calhoun's private journal; that is, written by me in the (distinctive!) voice of the character. These entries span the narrative of the film and beyond; they try and explore DEATH LINE itself, but from the inside, while also taking some of the dangling plot threads and spinning them into a wider narrative that tries to remain faithful to the film's themes of power, exploitation and corruption. 

In doing this, I did weave in metafictional aspects and elements from other works that I felt related to DEATH LINE in some way; Harold Pinter's THE CARETAKER was obviously one (partly due to it being another seminal Pleasence role, but also because I felt as though Calhoun was a very Pinterish character, and that quite possibly it was largely Pleasence who was responsible for making him that way). Other works such as FRENZY and THE DAY THE EARTH CAUGHT FIRE crept in there as well. So there is a fair amount of material relating to other films, but those films are seen as part of the landscape Calhoun's story is unfolding against.

There is some discussion of other films as well; as I said above, I do try and look at it within the context of the American New Wave, and certainly there was some slightly rueful conversation between Gary Sherman and I on how DEATH LINE relates to other notable cannibal-themed films of the same period!

Yes, it should be noted that yours is the first book in the series to have been written with the involvement of the film's director. Do you recall your first viewing of the film? Did you know at that time that it was going to be important to you?


I do, but it was on late night television as a kid, so certainly I had very little idea then that it was going to end up being important to me. Doubtless the political/satirical aspects were probably lost on me at a young age, as well as the finer points of Pleasence's performance, but I do remember being struck by the fact that the so-called monster was a sympathetic, even tragic figure. As I said, it was a film that grew for me over the years; it was probably quite some time before I saw it again after that childhood viewing, and I do remember finally watching it when of an age to properly appreciate what it and Pleasence were doing; it was something of a revelation to say the least. I definitely recall being wowed by the extended take around the Man's lair, which struck me as displaying a level of directorial craft you don't often find in genre B-movies of the period.

Is there something about yourself, personally, that you feel made DEATH LINE a particularly meaningful picture? 


I'm not sure. I suppose that, as I returned to it over the years, I found more and more in it that chimed with my own developing ideas of how I wanted to approach horror; the attention to character, the political subtext, the willingness to avoid a simple black-and-white, Good vs Evil perspective. So it was definitely something that grew with me. Weirdly, I never felt as though I wanted to make particularly 'English' films, but the ones I've directed seem to have turned out that way regardless (certainly that's how people seemed to view them), so possibly the fact that DEATH LINE utilises the same approach as a lot of the US New Wave films, but does so within an English context, makes it resonate more with me.

In addition to writing non-fiction, you are also an original creator - you write and direct your own material. Aside from the fact that you have taken a novelistic approach to writing this book, in some ways, is there a place where DEATH LINE and your own creative work meet - a place where we might recognize shared concerns or perhaps an influence?


To some extent, yes - the episode I made for the portmanteau film LITTLE DEATHS is pretty explicitly about the same thing: the forgotten/ignored underclass rising up to devour the oppressive ruling class. I seem to remember remarking in an interview at the time that DEATH LINE probably had something to do with that. And there are certainly other scripts I'm currently trying to make that attempt to use the genre for sociopolitical ends in much the same way that Gary Sherman did.

This question also made me think about the book as part of a continuing line in my own work, and I realised that in looking at Calhoun through the lens of Pleasence's role in THE CARETAKER, I was yet again roping Pinter into my own stuff. The last film I directed, THE DEVIL'S BUSINESS, is basically a horror cover version of THE DUMB WAITER, and I cast Susan Engel, who appeared in the first ever production of Pinter's first play THE ROOM, in my first film LIE STILL. So his work has also always been a strong influence. Not that this has anything to do with DEATH LINE per se, but the Pinteresque elements I find in it are obviously one reason why I respond to it so strongly!

Clearly, in adapting Calhoun as a character or narrator, you are giving voice to a personal attachment to his character, and the film itself by extension - but do you also discuss the film in your own autobiographical terms? When I was writing my own book for the series, this was something Neil Snowdon urged me to do.


I don't really think so, not as I understand it. I don't think I would or could ever write something like Kier-La Janisse's HOUSE OF PSYCHOTIC WOMEN, which I admire a lot (and actually adapted into a TV pilot screenplay), but which seems to take autobiographical criticism about as far as it can go. All I can say is that, because I chose to come at the film from the inside, and tried to extend some of the themes and issues it addresses in my own particular metafictional fashion, there is undoubtedly a certain sense of pessimism and political anger that I share with DEATH LINE, and which does make the book a very personal work, if not traditionally autobiographical. 

Over the years, has the film been properly appreciated, in your opinion?


On the whole I'd say no, although that may now be starting to change somewhat, especially after the release of the remastered Blu-ray. My feeling is that it was a film slightly out of time and place; it has much more in common with the US films of the period than those being made in the UK, but was never given its due as a New Wave genre film because of being set in England, and being so thoroughly English to boot - I can't imagine what US audiences would have made of the character of Calhoun. (The hamfisted RAW MEAT edit can't have done the film's US reputation any good either.) Similarly, it feels more downbeat, more political and more graphically violent than most of what was being produced in the UK at the time (Michael Reeves' work being an obvious exception). So I feel as though it fell between two stools somewhat and was not properly recognised for years. I think it probably did develop a cult reputation in the UK after a while (there were a number of lesser-known horror films that a lot of people from my generation can excitedly remember stumbling across on late night television), but certainly up until quite recently it was still a film I could recommend to a lot of people that they weren't at all previously aware of.


When DEATH LINE came out here in the States as RAW MEAT, I remember CINEFANTASTIQUE gave it a rave review, which put it on my radar early on. In those days when someone new came along affiliated with a terrific horror film, we fans took their names to heart and expected great things from them - people like David Cronenberg, Jeff Lieberman, and even Oliver Stone. While the director of this film, Gary Sherman, has continued to work within the horror and fantasy genres,  he hasn’t acquired the reputation of being an auteur, though he has actually generated a lot of his own work as a writer. Do you see him as an auteur? Does DEATH LINE share concerns expressed in his other work?

From what I understand, it seems to be one of those familiar cases where an independent filmmaker struggles to maintain their voice once they begin working within the system. I didn't really discuss his other films with Gary, but I know a lot of what he wanted DEAD & BURIED to be was removed by the studio - the balance of black comedy and horror he achieved in DEATH LINE was very distinctive, but I think they balked at him trying to do the same thing there (just as Sam Arkoff did when he cut DEATH LINE down into RAW MEAT). I do think you can see him in VICE SQUAD - the same leftist sympathy he shows for the exploited Man in DEATH LINE is extended to the women working on the street in that film. And obviously POLTERGEIST 3 was just an unworkable situation on so many levels.

Yes. VICE SQUAD is pretty terrific.

I guess for me, he never quite achieved the heights of DEATH LINE again - it was one of those lightning in a bottle moments, but circumstances meant it could never entirely be repeated, although there's plenty to admire in some of the other films. From speaking to Gary, I know how strongly he feels about a lot of political matters, which does seem to me to translate into much of the work. Many of the other horror directors of his generation that are usually recognised as auteurs have plenty of work that seems fairly impersonal - compare THE DARK HALF to NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, or INVADERS FROM MARS to THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE - so I think someone who makes a film as identifiably, eccentrically personal as DEATH LINE does deserve the same consideration, even if he couldn't always preserve that voice on larger productions.

Are there any ways in which you think your regard for the film has been affected by the adventure of writing about it at length?


Really, it just made me appreciate it all the more. I had to postpone the writing of the book for a year because of some difficult personal circumstances, and I spent a lot of time that year wondering exactly what I was eventually going to write and if I even still wanted to write it. When I finally hit upon the approach I wanted to take, I knew that I would have to not so much analyse the film as inhabit it. And while Inspector Calhoun might not exactly be the most savoury role to inhabit, writing in that voice was hugely enjoyable. It just felt very freeing, and inspiring, and exactly what I needed to do after everything that had happened, and so I have to give credit to the character that Gary and Donald Pleasance and Ceri Jones created, because it all started with them. It also made me consider the film as a whole from different perspectives, to understand new things about it, to realise what had worked as intended and what perhaps was not quite intended but still ended up working, and ultimately just to appreciate what a remarkable film it is. Which I suppose brings us full circle to your first question - I didn't quite know why I wanted to write about it when I first took the commission, but in writing the book I certainly found out.

DEATH LINE by Sean Hogan can be found for sale here.


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

The Midnight Movie Monographers: TIM MAJOR

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I conclude my series of Midnight Movie Monograph interviews with the gentleman coming up to bat (literally and figuratively): Tim Major, who immediately earned by respect and my envy by choosing to write about Louis Feuillade's silent crime serial LES VAMPIRES. Like most other contributors to the MMM series, Tim is a published horror-fantasy author in his own right, whose works include CARUS & MITCH, INVADERS FROM BEYOND, YO DON'T BELONG HERE, and short stories published in various anthologies. His latest novel SNAKESKINS is coming from Titan Books in the Spring of 2019. He also has a blog called Cosy Catastrophes, where you can read more by and about him. His manuscript for LES VAMPIRES is just now going to press, and should be available within a month or so. You can secure your copy by pre-ordering now... 

Tim, if you were to be asked by someone who had never seen LES VAMPIRES - say, a young person with a possible aversion to black-and-white or silent cinema - WHY they should take an interest, what would you answer?

I struggle to understand anybody that says they have an aversion to black-and-white films, though I’ve encountered several people who’ve said as much. I guess I don’t really believe that they’ve particularly tried, or that they’re expressing a subconscious issue with something subtler related to filmmaking styles. Like subtitling, monochrome tends to become unnoticed once you’re immersed in any film, I think. I have more sympathy with people who struggle to get along with silent films. I don’t want to make a statement about ‘pure’ cinema, but for me silent films – or those that are unafraid of silence, such as Tarkovsky’s films – are often the most magical cinema experiences. But I understand why some people might not be able to surrender fully to silent cinema, other than comedies. Despite intertitles, silent cinema often provides few cues to guide the viewer through a story. It’s precisely that lack of guidance, the requirement of dwelling on mise-en-scène, that I enjoy. Also, fuck story.

That doesn’t answer your question, though. LES VAMPIRES is an anomaly, and I feel strongly that it succeeds without the requirement of considering it within the context of the film canon. It isn’t particularly reflective of the progression of filmmaking style in 1915 – let’s not forget that Griffith was working on THE BIRTH OF A NATION, developing a directorial and editorial language that would become prevalent, at precisely the same moment that Feuillade was producing LES VAMPIRES. It exists in a strange hinterland between early, ‘primitive’ cinema and the mainstream/Hollywood style that would become so common. To a large extent it fed the imaginations of the Surrealists of the 1920s and 1930s, and yet it also contributed to a template for the crime film and the action spectacular. Despite this, it feels like an example of a path that cinema didn’t take, in the sense that story is only a vehicle for peculiar set pieces, and coherence of plot is essentially irrelevant. Dreams and disorientation are foregrounded, spatial logic and character motivations are often gleefully ignored. Watching TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN last year, I had a strong sense that Lynch was directly calling back to these same preoccupations and Feuillade’s disregard for storytelling convention.

Ultimately, I think people should take an interest in LES VAMPIRES because it’s hypnotic and mind-expanding, yet also entirely down-to-earth and funny as hell.

How did LES VAMPIRES first come into your consciousness? Did your awareness of the film and its imagery precede your seeing it - if so, how did the viewing of it change or enhance that perception?
Like many people half-interested in film history, I suspect, a few key images from the film had appeared on my radar: the fantastic promotional poster featuring a caricatured Musidora/Irma Vep wound within a question mark, and the famous image of Marfa onstage in her bat costume. And, like most people, I assumed that it was a horror film. My first experience of any footage from the film was via Oliver Assayas’ terrific IRMA VEP, in which a director attempts to remake LES VAMPIRES. The director, played by Jean-Pierre Léaud, introduces to Maggie Chung (as herself) the criminal Irma Vep played by Musidora via a clip from Episode 6, ‘The Hypnotic Gaze’. It’s a wonderful snippet, showing Irma sneaking along a hotel corridor, then being ambushed by rival gang leader Moreno, and that episode remains one of my favourites of the serial. Watching the serial proper for the first time, I was surprised by the non-appearance of Irma Vep until Episode 3, and also the humorous tone, the constant deviations from the investigation of what at first appears to be the central mystery, and so on…


You could have chosen anything - what was it about LES VAMPIRES in particular that made you decide upon it as your Midnight Movies Monograph selection?

love it. When I first watched it, I eked out the episodes, often rewatching the same one several times before progressing to the next, savouring them. I watched the episodes in hotel rooms when travelling for work. I watched them at four in the morning with my newborn child lying on my belly when he refused to sleep. And I wanted to immerse myself more fully, to document how the serial made me feel, and I regretted missing the opportunity to do so as I came to each episode for the first time. The puzzle-box elements, the confusing relationships between different spaces, the in-camera split-screens... I wanted to understand what Feuillade was doing, or at least explore why each of these things left me breathless. Most of the art I love leaves me a little puzzled, or contains some aspect that I can’t unravel fully – for example, Tarkovsky’s STALKER, Skolimowski’s THE SHOUT, or even other media: Captain Beefheart’s SAFE AS MILK, Nabokov’s PALE FIRE. They can’t be deciphered neatly, so they deserve being revisited. 


Is there a reason why you chose LES VAMPIRES over, say, Feuillade’s FANTOMAS?

I like FANTÔMAS well enough. In fact, I saw episodes of that serial before LES VAMPIRES, as in the UK it’s far easier to purchase on DVD. I’d read the Penguin Classics collection of some of Marcel Allain’s and Pierre Souvestre’s Fantômas stories, and enjoyed them very much, leading on to my reading E. W. Hornung’s Raffles stories, and Maurice Leblanc’s Arsène Lupin tales – the latter is my favourite criminal antihero. Something is lacking in Feuillade’s translation of FANTÔMAS from book to screen, for me. The plots aren’t devious, the lead character isn’t dangerous. In comparison, LES VAMPIRES succeeds because it doesn’t adhere to strict genre conventions. Mystery is used as a structural device only on and off. Feuillade gives in to his tendency to go with the flow, resulting in outright weirdness and the rejection of any neat conclusions.


It’s quite a commitment to make to a single film, so I guess this also raises another question: What does your selection of LES VAMPIRES say about you?

As I’ve said above, writing this book allowed me to indulge myself in understanding why I fell in love with the film in the first place. The fact that LES VAMPIRES has a 7-hour running time felt like a point in its favour – while it’s daunting to devote oneself to a single film, surely with so much content there would continue to be things to say… There was also the chance to explore the historical context – the Great War was being conducted on Paris’s doorstep: several actors in the serial disappear abruptly due to being conscripted to fight on the front lines; the streets of the city are desolate. The underdog status of the film appealed to me too. It’s accepted as an important work and a key film in the development of cinema – however, as a film to watch it seems far less established in the public consciousness. It strikes me as fascinating that it can be revered and yet relatively rarely seen. Other than the poster, the most famous image of LES VAMPIRES is of a vampire bat preying upon its prone victim, and yet: i) there are no mythological vampires in the serial, ii) the image actually shows a sly recreation of events in a play-within-the-film, iii) the vampire is not the famous Irma Vep, but dancer Marfa Koutiloff. This confusion for would-be viewers is entirely in keeping with the majestic befuddlement of the film.


You made the decision to approach this book not just as a historian, or a fan, but as a novelist - you include some original fiction in it. Was this an early decision for you, in approaching the subject, or did it come about in progress?

That’s an interesting way of putting it. I’m not sure I’m confident enough of myself as a novelist to suggest that I approach anything in that capacity. I’m certainly not a historian and my interest in film is purely enthusiastic. However, the decision to respond to the film partly via fiction felt very natural. Partly that’s because that’s what I do, partly it’s because writing this monograph took the place of writing a new novel in summer 2017 (I moved house twice that year, so a more fragmented project suited my available working hours), partly it’s because I would struggle to express my reaction to the film in solely factual terms. 

So, I’d always intended to include ten pieces of short fiction, one following each of the ten episodes of the serial. The nature of the stories developed over time. Rather than write ‘fan fiction’ or repeat elements of the film, I created a character, Louise Foyard, who combines the two lynchpins of LES VAMPIRES: Louis Feuillade and Musidora. Her adventures are fragmented and disoriented, and recall aspects of the film only obliquely. I tried to write the pieces quickly, in strict sequence after writing the analysis of each episode, to reflect the serialised production of the film. One of the pieces was actually written many years ago, as a nod to Feuillade’s usage of his earlier, abandoned projects, such as the lengthy sequence in Episode 6 that cuts away to the adventures of a fictional character in Spain in 1808.


In responding to LES VAMPIRES as a novelist, what about the film most intrigues you - the crime? The action? The fetishized Musidora aspect?

The disorientation. All of the elements you mention are terrific – Musidora’s stunt work! – but the overriding marvel of the film, for me, is its woozy, dreamlike tone. 

Musidora is endlessly fascinating, onscreen and off: in a future project I’d love to explore her life in far more detail. Feuillade, too – his journey from the seminary to military service to journalism to filmmaking is interesting, not least because he was Gaumont’s artistic director for many years as well as having directed five hundred short films by 1914. That kind of output is inspirational: the ability to create, move on, create, move on.

As a novelist, LES VAMPIRES and the aforementioned TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN have acted as twin inspirations recently. They’ve made me realise that plot is generally not what I show up for. 


I was interested to see that, in listing your most inspirational writers, you included mainstream as well as science fiction and fantasy writers. How do you think the influence of these writers expresses itself in your work?
This harks back to my first answer about people refusing to watch black-and-white films. Why would anybody silo themselves off into a single genre, in terms of reading, watching or creating? My earliest influences were genre ones: DOCTOR WHO was my first real obsession; John Wyndham and H.G. Wells were my gateway into adult fiction. But to a large extent these fictions are centred around ideas or high concepts, as are the works of other writers I love, such as Italo Calvino or Paul Auster. I’m equally as engrossed by strong character pieces. If pushed, I’ll often name John Updike’s Harry ‘Rabbit’ Angstrom series of novels (beginning with RABBIT, RUN) as my favourites. I only wish I had the confidence in my writing to dwell on single moments to the degree that Updike is able to. Nabokov’s LOLITA was the novel that opened my mind to the power of fine prose. I like mysteries very much, but I find Patricia Highsmith’s messier, character-based psychological crime novels more interesting than whodunnits. My horror influences are far more cinematic than literary, having begun with a delicious fear of Talos in JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS; I was never a reader of horror novels when I was growing up. An example of a modern novel I adore would be Jeffrey Eugenides’ MIDDLESEX – it has a big central idea, but it’s entirely a character piece.

The short answer to your question is that I don’t know. I like grand ideas, but without a focus on character in my own writing, I’m adrift. 


Do you think readers familiar with your work as a novelist will bring a special insight to your work on this book?

It’s lovely to imagine that somebody might deliberately move from my fiction to my non-fiction. I think it’s far more likely that somebody interested in LES VAMPIRES, or silent film in general, or horror fiction, might read the monograph and then, perhaps, take a punt on my novels or short stories based on the ten pieces of weird fiction. Even that seems a stretch. Frankly, I’m very happy for my book on LES VAMPIRES to stand alone. I’m proud of it, and I think it’s an honest attempt to unpick my love for the film, and I hope that my enthusiasm, if nothing else, is apparent and infectious. I’d be delighted to hear of anybody watching the film as a result of the book: it deserves to be seen and celebrated. It’s utterly wonderful.


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.



From Nucleus Films: LADY FRANKENSTEIN and DEATH LAID AN EGG

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There is a new Blu-ray company in the UK - Nucleus Films (headed by Marc Morris and Jake West) - and I must bring your attention to the first two releases in their "European Cult Cinema Collection," which constitute one of the most impressive debut offerings I can remember seeing. The films are Mel Welles' LADY FRANKENSTEIN and Giulio Questi's DEATH LAID AN EGG - both of which are being made available for the first time in their original director's cuts (in both cases, widely suppressed) and their more familiar theatrical release versions. These are both Limited Edition pressings of only 1000 copies. I understand that popular editions will also be issued at some point, but I imagine with fewer extras - and the extras here add immeasurably to their enjoyment.

Readers of VIDEO WATCHDOG may remember that, back in Issue #78, we ran a lengthy interview with writer-director-actor Mel Welles, touching on his entire career from acting for Roger Corman, mentoring Michael Reeves, working in the Italian dubbing industry, and also working as a director on several films made abroad. I also wrote for that issue a detailed reconstruction of LADY FRANKENSTEIN, which has generally been available for screening since its 1973 release in an 84 minute reduction supervised by Roger Corman, who released it through his then-fledgling company New World Pictures. Now you can see for yourselves the 15 minutes that were cut from the film and which reinforce its standing as a more serious accomplishment. The 99 minute version has been transferred from the original camera negative and is presented in both Italian and English (its primary language, as Welles assembled his cast with post-synchronization in mind) 24 bit LPCM audio with optional English subtitles.




The extras include the 84 minute version; an informative and entertaining audio commentary for the director's cut by Alan Jones and Kim Newman; "The Truth About LADY FRANKENSTEIN," a 2007 German television documentary (42m) including extensive on-camera interviews with Welles, Rosalba Neri and Herbert Fux; "Piecing Together LADY FRANKENSTEIN," a 35m featurette in which historian Julian Grainger recounts the film's history; "The Lady and the Orgy," an 8m featurette about Mel Welles' spell in Australia, during which time he reissued the film as part of a theatrical Spook Show; alternate "clothed" footage shot for Spain and international TV broadcasts; a photo-novel; a list of BBFC cuts; a stills and paper gallery; video art; a brace of international trailers, TV spots and radio spots - literally everything you could possibly want related to this title!




When New World released LADY FRANKENSTEIN at its truncated length, and with Rosalba Neri's established name inexplicably changed to "Sara Bay" (and with a blonde woman pictured in the ads), the very nature of its exploitative drive-in oriented presentation encouraged the film's audience to look down on it. To finally see LADY FRANKENSTEIN at its full length, especially with Mel Welles' own hopes and intentions laid out in the accompanying documentary (which he hosts and narrates), is to better appreciate its true stature and ambition. It extends Joseph Cotten's presence in the picture, lends breathing room to its stately art direction, its picturesque locations, and also helps to underscore some of its miraculous content, such as the location's visitation by a rare summer snow, which added tremendously to its visuals. Welles, who died in 2005, explains that he was a life-long admirer of the classic Universal horror films, but that as a young fan he found they did too little to rationalize their story elements - like how Dr. Frankenstein was able to motorize his laboratory without electricity. So, when he was finally put in charge of his own Frankenstein production, he determined to find ways that would make sense of all his previously unanswered questions. The film's full length also gives its various character arcs - Joseph Cotten's as the Baron, Rosalba Neri's as the daughter and newly certified surgeon, Paul Muller's as the assistant, Mickey Hargitay's as the police inspector, and Herbert Fux's as the grave robber - more generous fleshing out, so the fateful decisions they make feel less arbitrary. It's not a perfect film - the climactic battle is between two characters who have just had major brain surgery! - but at its original length, it is certainly more impressive. There is a genuine feel for the Gothic fantastique in its design, and the film has more time to devote to the gradual unveiling of Tania Frankenstein's true cruel and selfish nature. The monster itself has always been something of a disappointment, but I must admit - after decades of Frankenstein films that have only served to degrade the franchise - this film's monster actually does manage to stand on the right side of the demarcation line and hold its own as a Frankenstein monster.




DEATH LAID AN EGG is another kind of film altogether. For decades, since fans started trading bootleg cassettes back in the early '90s, it has accrued a reputation as a strange and arty giallo film, but I don't think it's really that, at all. It's a willfully idiosyncratic film, though - if you stick with it - it tells its wacky story fairly directly. If we accept that it first opened in January 1968, it predates what we know as the giallo, what the giallo became after the arrival of Dario Argento in 1969. Dissociated from a few identifiable Argento tropes, it's actually an adroit political satire about the amorality of big business. It opens with a fascinating series of random images, thrown out as if the camera is a roulette ball as yet undecided who our protagonist is going to be. These are the guests of the so-called Highway Motel (actually Rome's lavish, then-new Rome Hilton hotel - the same place where Franco & Ciccio work as bellboys in Mario Bava's DR. GOLDFOOT AND THE GIRL BOMBS): an exhausted man self-administering eye drops, a man greeting the morning by committing suicide, and a Peeping Tom, all getting repeated screen time until the scenarist settles on Marco (Jean Louis Trintignant), who seems to be murdering a call girl. Marco, whose bloody transgression is witnessed by the Peeping Tom, leaves the "motel" as efficiently as the businessman he is. He's married his way to an executive position in "The Association," a bizarre company whose goal appears to be making chicken a staple not only of daily diet but existence. Marco's born-to-money wife Anna (Gina Lollobrigida) is pushing their company into the future, automating the murder machine that is their business (expect some graphic chicken processing images) to the stewing anger of its former workers, gathering like dark clouds outside their fences, and developing a weird sort of living, headless, wingless McNugget mutation to reduce their costs.

Nucleus includes the shorter "giallo version" in their set, but they were able to locate the last surviving 35mm print of its original full-length cut and incorporate that material (again, 14 minutes' worth) with their master from the original camera negative of the shorter version. Finally seen as its director intended, it is plain to see that Questi was making a film about how we are bombarded as a society by Big Business, about the obscene results that occur when the human (and therefore animal) elements are excised from industry. Marco's plight is that of an executive who is in many ways morally debased but cannot agree to the increasing amorality of his business. One of the key excisions now restored is the complete performance of Renato Romano, who plays Luigi, introduced as an old friend of Marco's, but who - in my reading of the picture - is gradually revealed as his reproaching alter ego - the Marco he might have become had he taken a different direction in life. (Looking like a fatter, more disheveled Trintignant in a plaid jacket, Luigi makes vague references to roads that split into two, is able to recognize Marco in the dark and find his way to his home without knowing his address, etc.) There is no need to spoil the ending, but the film's giallo status is disqualified in an interesting way, so there is really no intention of "deconstructing" a genre that had actually yet to find many of the tropes improvised here. This is an aberration of the truncated cut.




Director Giulio Questi - writing the script with Franco Arcalli (who went on to script Louis Malle's "William Wilson" for SPIRITS OF THE DEAD, ZABRISKIE POINT and THE PASSENGER for Antonioni, Liliana Cavani's THE NIGHT PORTER, Bertollucci's THE CONFORMIST and 1900, Sergio Leone's ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA and numerous other A-list curiosa) - could rather be said to be deconstructing the "Continental Op" films of the 1960s, given the film's antiseptic set design, wild costumes, and the absurd central images of the Chicken and the Egg, emblems of the endless riddle of which came first. (The film also features Ewa Aulin, whom I once identified as the Queen - if it has one - of "Continental Op.") Its attention to the perversions of secretive companies and businessmen, the amorality of science and business, weird mutations and the personalities that breed them, seem neatly yet independently coincidental with David Cronenberg's earliest work in STEREO (1969) and CRIMES OF THE FUTURE (1970). This relationship is further emphasized by its characters' progressive dissociation from humanity (pay close attention to Lollobrigida's random soliloquies about yearning for some kind of physical transformation - very Cronenbergian), and the fractious, atonal music score of avant-garde composer Bruno Maderna.

In this case, the extras include the 91 minute giallo edit; another Alan Jones/Kim Newman commentary (quite invigorating, sometimes cheerfully confused idea fest, in which Kim fires off a convincing association between the ending of this film and another better-known film in Arcalli's filmography); Italian and English 24 bit LPCM audio with English subtitles; "Discovering Questi," a 20-minute monologue by BFI disc producer James Blackford about his interesting personal journey with Questi's slippery filmography; "Sonic Explorations" (24 minutes), in which DJ Lovely Jon discusses Bruno Maderna's contribution to the film with real passion; a 13-minute archival interview with Questi; a 5-minute appraisal of the film from Italian critic Antonio Bruschini; a list of the BBFC censor cuts; and all the trailers and paper galleries you could want - plus a reproduction of the special DEATH LAID AN EGG issue of Craig Ledbetter's fanzine EUROPEAN TRASH CINEMA, including reviews of the film by first-time viewers Stephen R. Bissette, Jeff Smith and yours truly. I was relieved to see that my review has held up well, and my opinion of the film hasn't changed all that much, though the restored footage gives me a much clearer idea of its intentions.

Both films were financed by fund-raisers and complete alphabetical Thank You lists of the sponsors are also included. This level of work must be encouraged and supported, so hasten on over to  nucleusfilms.com.


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.




First Look: THE FILMS OF JESS FRANCO

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In today's mail I received my copy of THE FILMS OF JESS FRANCO, co-edited by Antonio Lázaro-Reboll and Ian Olney and published by Wayne State University Press. I am not here today to review it in detail, or to comment on anything that it says about Jess's films. I was stopped by a more personal connection and response.

I've spent the last couple of hours browsing through this collection of essays by noted film studies educators from around the world, and it would be an understatement to say that I feel very honored and moved by their mentions of my work - which extend to an entire chapter by Antonio Lázaro-Reboll on my work about Franco for VIDEO WATCHDOG (indeed his place as an avatar for the approach to writing about film that VW innovated) and Stephen Thrower's Franco reviews for his magazine EYEBALL, and another by Tatjana Pavlović addressing Franco's "Horrotica," a word that she happily notes I coined in a 1988 article for FANGORIA.


All or nearly all of the chapters make some useful reference to my notorious "You can't see one Franco film until you've seen them all" quote from VIDEO WATCHDOG #1, which I remember was initially met with some mockery and derision. Unlike the estimable Stephen Thrower, whose work is also shown great respect, I don't have a book out there on Franco to give shape to what has been my mostly spontaneous contribution to Franco research; my career has been somewhat uneven and erratic, largely because I have given vent to most of my work in magazines, audio commentaries, and even this blog - everything BUT presenting it between hard covers. Stephen and Alan Petit and so many others have filled the need for Franco books so well, that I've been telling myself for awhile that the world has all the Franco books it needs. But here is one that I needed, a work of academic appreciation that also happens to recognize my role in carving out an evolving perception of Franco and his work, which it intelligently and methodically describes in ways I couldn't begin to do, and it would hardly be my place to do.


I intend to read this book cover to cover because I can see it discusses his work intelligently, passionately, and even with some humor - which is exactly as he would wish it. For now, it is a wonderment to me to find a book in which so many contributors have taken the trouble and care to know what I do, and what I did long ago, and to show me - in place of my mess of memory - a clean line of process that helped to identify this important filmmaker as someone worthy of the attention and recognition that, thankfully, he did receive before he died.


I am reminded of what Ken Russell said in his Foreword to Joseph Gomez's book KEN RUSSELL, about the experience of reading its manuscript:


"I was holding the moon in my hands."


(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Revisiting SHE DEMONS (1958)

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The spine-jolting unmasking of Mona in Richard Cunha's SHE DEMONS.



I never had the pleasure of seeing Richard E. Cunha's SHE DEMONS (1958) on the Big Screen, or even on TV, as a kid; if I I’d had childhood matinee memories of this one, they might have scarred me for life. Fortunately, I only caught up with it on VHS circa 2002 (see my original review in VIDEO WATCHDOG #81, page 62), when Wade Williams released it - and a couple of nights ago, I discovered it hiding on Amazon Prime and watched it a second time.

For a quickie 1950s programmer, it’s a neat little (77 minutes) picture that packs alotof entertainment: part ARGOSY-style Island fantasy about stranded adventurers coming up against Nazi scientists; ISLAND OF DR MOREAU-type experiments performed on dancing girls; a pre-EYES WITHOUT A FACE beauty restoration subplot; Victor Sen Yung shenanigans; She Demon choreography; volcanic eruptions;  Bronson Caverns; stock footage galore from ONE MILLION B.C.; a sock-o unmasking finale (pictured); and, if all that’s not enough, statuesque Irish McCalla as the spoiled and haughty high society girl who, through adversity, becomes someone more appreciable as a genuine human being.

Remarkably, in hindsight, this was Cunha's directorial debut, and he proceeded to direct just a handful of other horror cheapies that are similarly entertaining - GIANT FROM THE UNKNOWN, MISSILE TO THE MOON, and FRANKENSTEIN'S DAUGHTER - and, incredibly, they were all released in 1958. He subsequently made one more feature, THE GIRL IN ROOM 13, and directed the English version of WHEN STRANGERS MEET in 1964. Some TV work followed. GIANT doesn't deliver its giant until very late in the game, but it compares favorably to a number of AIP titles from the same period. MISSILE TO THE MOON is good fun, and FRANKENSTEIN'S DAUGHTER (which carries a bad rep for the failure of makeup artist Harry Thomas to realize that the "daughter" was supposed to be female!) may otherwise represent the screen's most radical departure from the tried-and-true Frankenstein concept up till that time. And pretty much, all four films manage to deliver one great "Did you see THAT?" moment.  

How dare Amazon Prime label this as a “schlock” classic? Richard Cunha, I salute you. I would have been proud to direct ANY of your films!

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.

Some Books, Some Recently Viewed Movies, and Some Self-Promotion

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There has been a lot going on here at Casa Lucas - new work coming out of my computer, new work being published, new movies on Blu-ray inundating my senses, and new books getting their hooks into me. I can't devote blogs to everything, but it occurred to me that I could just write a letter to my blog followers and touch on everything a little, and bring these cool items to your attention. Better than getting all bogged down in other new arrivals and never getting around to anything - right? Look for the highlighted passages; that's where you will find links to the various products mentioned.

First of all: SELF-PROMOTION. (Why else blog?)

My book on the film SPIRITS OF THE DEAD (Histoires Extraordinaires) is due back from the printer any day now, but pre-orders are being gratefully received here

Also, stressing this week is the horror fiction anthology NEW FEARS 2, edited by Mark Morris and published by Titan Books. It contains my short story "The Migrants" (no connection to recent news stories), which is only the second short story I've ever published; it's available from Amazon and should be in bookstores everywhere, so please do your bit by buying a copy and rewarding those who are encouraging my fiction career. I'd like to be asked to write more of it.

Streeting on October 2 is the long-awaited Volume 4of the Joseph W. Sarno Retrospect Series, containing three of his best films: SIN IN THE SUBURBS (1964), CONFESSIONS OF A YOUNG AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE (1974), and the until-recently-lost WARM NIGHTS AND HOT PLEASURES (1964). I recorded audio commentaries for the first two titles, and they should give you a nice taste of what to expect from the Sarno book I'm working on.

Speaking of audio commentaries, I've recorded three in the part month, but the two I can tell you about are Sergio Leone's FOR A FEW DOLLARS MORE (1965) for Kino Lorber and Mario Bava's Vampire gegen Herakles(1961) - which you may know better as HERCULES IN THE HAUNTED WORLD - for the German company Koch Media. I have not yet seen Kino's master for the Leone masterpiece, but Koch Media's master for the Technicolor HERCULES film redefines "eye-popping." I've seen the film in 35mm and it was an unforgettable experience; the master retains the hot colors and ramps up the razor focus - this should be your newest demonstration disc. At this time, I am not aware of any forthcoming US or UK release of this title, and I can assure you that it will be English friendly. It will be streeting on October 25 and can be pre-ordered here.

Second: RECOMMENDED BOOKS.

RENEGADE WESTERNS: MOVIES THAT SHOT DOWN FRONTIER MYTHS (FAB Press) by Kevin Grant & Clark Hodgkiss: Kevin Grant's 2011 book ANY GUN CAN PLAY: THE ESSENTIAL GUIDE TO EURO WESTERNS more than lived up to its title, being the first truly substantial study of the genre since Christopher Frayling's groundbreaking 1981 book SPAGHETTI WESTERNS: COWBOYS AND EUROPEANS FROM KARL MAY TO SERGIO LEONE - and the first written with instant access to the films it was covering, allowing for more accurate recall. This new book, co-written by Hodgkiss (editor/publisher/essayist of the fanzine BLOOD, MONEY AND VENGEANCE), fills a gaping hole in the landscape of film criticism by organizing a history of what might be called the American "anti-Western." Beginning with William Wellman's THE OX-BOW INCIDENT (1943) and carrying through to more recent works like THE HATEFUL EIGHT (2016) and HOSTILES (2017), the authors focus on those films that questioned the racism and supposedly justified violence of the traditional Western, to tell stories about the troubled (and sometimes untroubled) consciousness of the characters who lived in those times. The book covers more than 100 films - including the works of Anthony Mann, Richard Brooks, Sam Fuller, Robert Aldrich, Monte Hellman and Sam Peckinpah - and devotes brilliantly conceived and written, yet concise essays of 2-3 pages to each film. It can, but certainly doesn't have to, be read sequentially; it's more fun to browse through and check what the authors have to say about one's own favorites, and then use the book to organize screenings of the intriguing titles you don't know so well, or perhaps haven't seen. Film societies could use this book as a guide to theme bookings. If you're a serious fan of Westerns, this is a rich banquet of a book that I whole-heartedly recommend - and if you're not, this is the book that could turn you. Hardcover and hefty trade paperback with wall to wall color. Also available directly from the publisher here.

ISHIRO HONDA: A LIFE IN FILM, FROM GODZILLA TO KUROSAWA (Wesleyan University Press) by Steve Ryfle and Ed Godziszewski, Foreword by Martin Scorsese: While it would not be incorrect to describe this long-needed biography as a precious complement to August Ragone's book on Eiju Tsubaraya of a few years ago, it would not fully prepare one for this book's value. Working with the assistance of their subject's family and with relevant quotes from numerous colleagues and co-workers, the authors take us behind the dense curtain of a foreign language to become truly acquainted with the man who created and popularized the kaiju eiga. But it goes beyond this by covering Honda's career in toto, telling us in detail about each of his 22 non-fantastic works, and thereby putting his giant monster epics in perspective in terms of chronology and their perpetuation of consistent themes and interests. This perspective is further lent to those better-known works by refusing to assume the usual fanboy stance. The authors are consistently intelligent, discerning and credible in their coverage and criticism. They are able to tell us when Honda was working tongue-in-cheek, or in all seriousness, when he was making a political or social statement with his work, and even when it was guilty of needless exaggeration - all fine points that are easily lost when we approach his work in English, or with lingering prejudices dating from the "Made in Japan" era when these films were made. All in all, anyone who approaches Honda's films without this book under their arm is flying blind. Hardcover and Kindle, available here.  

THE BIRTH OF THE AMERICAN HORROR FILM (Edinburgh University Press) by Gary D. Rhodes: This is another book that instantly presents itself as sorely-needed, written by the talented and obsessive author of numerous books (always excellent) about actor Bela Lugosi and his key films. The objective of this book, obviously, is to explore the origin of the fantastic fright film in America - leaving out Georges Méliès and Segundo de Chomón and the notion of the "trick" film - but it also painstakingly lays out the genre's premonitory tremors as they were manifest in the fin de siècle literature, theater, magic lantern performances, and illustrated slides of the 1800's. Most of the films covered in this book are no longer known to exist, but Rhodes digs deep into newspaper archives for information and - more importantly - sometimes rapt, sometimes appalled descriptions of horrific scenes staged in small town theaters. This is ultimately not just a book about what it purports to be about, but a book charting the desires and misgivings, the conflicted need, of audiences to be thrilled and spooked, and how these needs were creatively met by various forgotten pioneers. Because so little of the material covered is available to us in fact, the book sometimes carries a perverse frisson of being almost novelistic, an imaginary history but everything the author says is backed up by careful footnotes. Of course, I am skeptical of how a book this valuable might be received by younger horror enthusiasts who eschew anything and everything in black-and-white, but if they had the curiosity to crack it open, I suspect they'd be thrilled and amazed by how very little they know is a new idea. Rhodes is presently working on a second volume to this book, which will cover the years 1916 to 1931. Available here in hard and soft cover. 

THE FILMS OF JESS FRANCO (Wayne State University Press), edited by Antonio Lázaro-Reboll and Ian Olney: I've already noted the arrival of this anthology of academic essays here at Video WatchBlog, but now I've read the book in its entirety. Readers who come to this book without much of a pre-existing interest in the subject may find it a bit dry, but speaking for myself, as someone already fascinated by the ups-and-downs of the vast cinematic continuum Franco produced, I find it a real breakthrough that proves Franco's work can stand up to real academic scrutiny. The chapters I found especially illuminating were Nicholas G. Schlegel's essay about Franco's "re-coding" of the German krimi genre with his rarely discussed Der Todesracher von Soho and THE DEVIL CAME FROM AKASAVA (though I wish he had included discussion of his Mabuse film, Dr. M schlagt zu); Alberto Brodesco's examination of Franco's Marquis de Sade-derived films and where Franco stands as an interpreter of Sade; and Finley Freibert's wildly audacious defense of Franco's DTV productions as avatars of "queer cinema," on the grounds that they tend to infuriate the heterosexual male gaze and often generate narrative through repetition rather than traditional linear narrative. As I mentioned in my earlier blog entry, I am also vastly flattered to have figured so prominently in this history, as someone who helped to pave the way toward this kind of deeper discussion, and that honor also extends to Stephen Thrower, Lucas Balbo, Peter Blumenstock, Christian Kessler, Carlos Aguilár, Cathal Tohill, Pete Tombs, Joan Hawkins, Chris Alexander and many others rarely cited in such literature. The book could have been more fully informed had it partaken of the information found in Alain Petit's essential book JESS FRANCO ET LES PROSPERITÉS DU BIS, or had the contributors been aware that Petit's original attention to Franco's work in the French fan press of the 1970s was the true origin of this ongoing discussion. Hardcover (pricey!) and soft cover, available here.  

Third: RECENT VIEWINGS.

Donna and I have been watching Kino Lorber’s two-disc Blu-ray of Michael Anderson’s 1980 6-hour miniseries of Ray Bradbury’s THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES. I was pleasantly surprised to find the teleplay signed by Richard Matheson, and Milton Subotsky listed as one of the producers. The first 10 minutes or so are a learning, or rather, forgetting curve, because it’s essential to forgive and look past the outmoded level of its special effects (particularly because they are post-STAR WARS and all the more disappointing for it). But the stories and the performances become fairly gripping soon enough, and it shapes up to be one of the more intellectually stimulating works of filmic science fiction from this period. Of particular interest is the production design of Assheton Gorton, one of the prime movers behind the Continental Op film movement of the 1960s, who brings some truly visionary props and scenics to the project. Though it has its problems - especially the first half of the third and final segment, featuring Bernadette Peters and Christopher Connelly - the whole of it feels more satisfyingly like a revisit to THE TWILIGHT ZONE than either of the revival versions, especially with TZ veterans like Fritz Weaver, Roddy McDowall and Matheson aboard.

Also spent time discovering the films of Korean filmmaker Hong Sangsoo, namely WOMAN IS THE FUTURE OF MAN and TALE OF CINEMA, which share a well-packed and worthwhile Blu-ray Disc from Arrow Academy. Hong is like a more tense and obsessive Eric Rohmer - he's into conversation, confrontation, cigarettes, scarves, casual but conflicted sex, and lots of strong drink, shared by awkward young men and centered young women. A diverting world to get lost in for a day.

Speaking of Jess Franco, DIAMONDS OF KILIMANDJARO (sic) - his 1983 answer to Tarzan movies, with Katja Bienert as Diana of the Jungle - is now available from MVD Classics on Blu-ray, as well as the Franco-associated title GOLDEN TEMPLE AMAZONS. While watching DIAMONDS, I was surprised to see that two members of its African tribe are shown wearing bewhiskered skull masks that - unless I am sadly mistaken - once belonged to members of the Blind Dead. It is not one of Franco's important pictures, to put it mildly. Unfortunately, though the disc looks and sounds fabulous, it includes only the English dub track, which is pretty bad. I once saw a Spanish version that had a completely different (and amusing) main title sequence and was more obviously played tongue-in-cheek. Considering how vivid Daniel White's score sounds here, an isolated music track would have been welcome, too. I couldn't find an Amazon link to the Blu-ray, but I was able to find it at DiabolikDVD.

That's enough for one day! More as time and spirit permit. 

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.
      

Deeper Into Wallace

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I have only gotten worse with estimations of time as time has rolled on, but I must have started reading and collecting Edgar Wallace novels about 15 years ago. After reading a few of them, I thought I had sized him up as a practitioner of his genre; I liked his criminal universe, but his style didn't do that much for me. When it came to terror and mystery fiction of his era, I much preferred Gaston Leroux, Sax Rohmer and Maurice Leblanc, not to mention the Fantômas novels of Souvestre-Allain. 

However, in recent weeks, I've found myself returning to Wallace and adding prodigiously to my collection. Lofts and Adley's indispensable THE BRITISH BIBLOGRAPHY OF EDGAR WALLACE has helped me to order my collection, which presents amounts to 99 (!) different hardcovers. (When the mail comes today, it's possible I'll be adding my 100th.) On the day I finally put my collection into some kind of chronology and could see how much remained to be found, how did I celebrate? By reading one of the Wallace books I didn't have - on my Kindle.  

As someone who approached Wallace from the standpoint of someone who loves the German thrillers based on his books, I have always tended to see more than one Wallace. There is the author of the mysteries (THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE FROG, THE SQUEAKER, THE TERROR, THE AVENGER), and then there is the one who writes about the Great War (WRIT IN BARRACKS), about British colonialism (SANDERS OF THE RIVER), about aviation (TAM O' THE SCOOTS) and race horses (GREY TIMOTHY). Does a collector of Wallace need to collect the non-mysteries, if those other subjects don't interest him? 

Of course I had to complicate things by finding out.

As I added to my collection such titles as THE MIND OF MR. REEDER, THE GOLDEN HADES and THE DEVIL MAN, I suddenly found myself feeling curious, for the first time, about his SANDERS books. After all, they were probably his most popular books at the time of their publication; they provoked quite a sensation. These are short story collections centered around Commissioner Sanders, a representative of the British government who is sent to police a territory in Africa - to subjugate native superstitions, to inspire fear and and respect for the law, and loyalty for the cause of civilization, while at the same time being careful to preserve what is unique and special about the country, its language and its heritage. These books - nine of them, published between 1911 and 1923 - tend to be little-read these days because people assume them to be racist. There was a famous filming of one back in the thirties, starring Leslie Banks and Paul Robeson, which Robeson is said to have later regretted making. I haven't seen the film, but as of the wee hours of this morning, I have read SANDERS OF THE RIVER.


I started out expecting not to read much more than the first story, because adventure fiction is not really my thing, and I thought I could imagine - from the mysteries I'd read - what strange cocktail might result with Wallace donning a pith helmet. But the surprise was on me: I think SANDERS may be my favorite Wallace book of the dozen or so I've read; it is better written than those of his mysteries I know. Each story has a fable-like simplicity that is steered, in almost every case, toward complex ironic stalemates. I found myself reading two, three, four stories in a sitting - unusual for me, who usually reads one and sets the book aside. This first collection was published in 1911 and there are instances of racist language, which I was initially disappointed to find... however, I became quite intrigued by what I noticed was the extreme specificity of its use. 

There is one racist remark that is hard to ignore because it is expressed by the author himself, when he observes that "the average black woman is ugly of face, but beautiful of figure" - but Wallace relays this opinion before introducing an African woman of rare and surpassing, indeed bewitching, beauty. The N word is never used in hate or anger in these stories, but rather in contempt of falsity or pretense - it's almost always expressed by an African looking down his nose at a rival from another tribe. It's also used once or twice by Sanders himself, as a reprimand - when one of the Kings or warriors in his territory try to charm or BS him by speaking broken English, because it is his job (besides keeping the peace and discouraging murder) to preserve the African way of life, which extends to encouraging these charges to communicate with him in the full eloquence of their native language. His authority extends to whippings and hangings, but these demonstrations of his lawful authority pale beside the evils he is actively curbing - massacres staged to abduct women for wives, the practicing of juju, cannibalism. What most impressed me about these stories is that there is no sense of caricature in them; all the characters seem profoundly human and distinct - sometimes eccentric, sometimes mysterious and even mystic, sometimes formidable, sometimes inexplicably evil or charming or both. Wallace writes about them, about their vanity, their innocence, their coyness and bravado, about their psychologies and their strange capacity to learn new things telepathically, with remarkable and persuasive acuity. 

Sanders himself is a forerunner of the sort of hero we see a lot today - he's a man with a front row seat to the slow death of the world's last vestiges of innocence as it becomes infected by inevitable exposure to the supposed civilization he at once represents and deeply disdains.

And to my surprise, SANDERS OF THE RIVER actually does encompass some fantastic content. One story is about witchcraft, one is about a voodoo curse, and another is about the way members of a certain tribe seem to "know" things that happen within their tribe, even when they happen many miles away. But all of these subjects are treated in a disarming, down to earth, practical manner, without the usual hyperbole that usually asserts and underscores their strangeness. Here, they are all another bizarre chapter in Sanders' experience. 

In related news, I think I have now finally acquired all six books that Wallace's son, Bryan Edgar Wallace, published - at least in English.  I think it's probably time I read one of those.

(c) 2018 by Tim Lucas. All rights reserved.


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