Across the pond, Japan was also delivering on the genre scene in what would be known as their Golden Age of cinema. Part of the foundations of this era were the big 6 production houses of which Shintoho were significant in the make up. Unfortunately Jigoku would be the last to be released by the company having filed bankruptcy not long after it hit cinemas. Despite this, Shintoho would go out with a bang, producing one of the most compelling films from the country and one that went against the grain of popular cinema at the time to go on to be a cult film in its own right.
With its graphic depiction of hell Jigoku would follow a couple Shirō and Yukiko appear to have it all going for them until one tortuous night when Shirō gets a lift home with his friend Tamura when tragedy strikes. Tamura knocks down and kills a yakuza gang leader, Kyōichi. This incident was witnessed by Kyōichi’s mother and from here on out, the tragedy unfolds with macabre consequences, including the death of Yukiko and the vengeance of the yakuza gang still looking out for justice. And all this is before Shirō goes on a Dante’s Inferno style journey into limbo, fighting for his very soul among the damned and trying to steer him and his family towards enlightenment.
Perhaps it was because they had their backs up against the wall but with extras all pulling their weight to build the sets and complete the last picture for Shintoho, Jigoku was able to weave all these components together to tell a fractured tale of heartache, loss and the fight for purity. It’s the visual imagery that stands it apart from the crowd, with a narrative that leans into the heart and soul of spirituality among the darkness to expose the sinners of hell and make way for grace to shine through. For this, Jigoku deserves its place alongside the other classic films released in the 60s.
Up until now, American International Pictures had been overseeing black and white features shot on a low budget. House of Usher would prove a vital turning point for the film production company, marking it as the first that would be shot in colour. It would also be the first in seven collaborations between director Roger Corman and the enigmatic Vincent Price based on American Gothic writer and poet Edgar Allan Poe’s work. Although it strains a little from this well-known piece, one which modern audiences would be familiar with through Mike Flanagan’s love song to the artist, it is well crafted and stylised to have generated a worthy audience at the box office.
When Philip Winthrop embarks on a visit to the titular house in order to see his fiance Madeline Usher (Myrna Fahey) is greeted by her brother, Roderick (Price) instead. Roderick is hellbent on encouraging Philip to leave for fear that the usher curse that has been placed on the family and its household should further bring ruin to the couple. Philip does not take on this warning and instead aims to steal Madeline from the house. This plan falls awry though when Madeline slips into a catatonic state, and her fiance resigns with a heavy heart that his betrothed has died. Roderick meanwhile ebbs further into a state of madness, believing the curse to have struck again and entombing Madeline in the family crypt. This act is enough to send poor Madeline into hysteria, and thus the two siblings are joined in their own pandemonium.
Madness and its frailty is certainly exposed here as the core theme to the film and Vincent Price’s amplified performance is never more on song than here. From a bumper year in 1959, turning out in horror classics such as House on Haunted Hill; The Tingler; and The Bat, Price would cement his name in the dark genre and take great strides in the sixties and early seventies. This is very much his movie, ably supported by the visual chemistry of set design, gore and the quality of special effects for its time.
I have to admit to having a soft spot for this franchise in spite of its obvious misgivings.
Director Lawrence Fowler has spent considerable time working on the mythology surrounding the demonic possessed Jack-In-The-Box. In my recent review of The Jester, I spoke of pretenders to the silent killer crown, stating that no one so far has entered the arena with the same cut-throat appeal to match Art the Clown (Terrifier 3 can’t come soon enough in my eyes). While I still stand by this statement, I neglected to mention The Jack.
That’s not to say that it should be mentioned in the same breath as Art, as far as gore, or shock is concerned. The creature design still is a strong when and ably performed by Nicholas Anscombe (who played Doctor Clarke in The Jack in the Box: Awakening and can also be seen in Crocodile Swarm this month), replacing James Swanton who is starting to craft an impressive credit list appearing in Stopmotion; Lot 249 as The Mummy; and The First Omen.
This time around The Jack is resurrected once more to claim another six victims. The setting change here is within an exclusive girls boarding school, and with an overly elaborate set up, we finally follow Raven (Iasabella Colby Browne) having established that she is working for a cruel underground agency that are holding her father captive. Her only hope to save him is to do their bidding and retrieve the antique jack in the box from the afore-mentioned boarding school. Once arrived, we’re introduced to the would be victims, as they are slowly picked off one by one.
The hook here and one that places this feature marginally better than the previous sequel, is the choice to do a whodunit in the mix. We’re left to guess who is the wielder of the box and therefore protected against The Jack as he shuffles his way through the corridors to enact his next sacrifice. It is this component that keeps you connected but ultimately we’re still treading water in a franchise that could be so much better.
The Prognosis:
While I really want to see this succeed as The Jack once again takes victims from Britain’s privileged members, it still suffers under a poor script to ignite this premise.
Director Lawrence Fowler can’t keep resting on the one note that he serves up in his movies and if he does look to life beyond this trilogy, will need to up the ante in the gore stakes and breathe new life into his scriptwriting.
The competition is hot out there and there are filmmakers that have done better and smarter things on the same kind of budget.
Saul Muerte
The Jack In The Box Rises is available on Home Entertainment from May through Eagle Entertainment.
Not only does Sébastien Vanicek’s debut feature impress to the point where you seriously take notice of his creature feature, but it did so to the point that a certain Sam Raimi and Robert Tapert have confidently placed him in the directorial chair for the next instalment of the Evil Dead franchise.
Upon watching the film, you can see why as it places a group within the confines of a set location while they fend off beasties, left, right and centre.
In this instance, said beasties come in the form of a hostile and deadly species of desert spider. These arachnids are of a significant size and as they breed, which is frequent, their spawn increases in size and population to such a degree that they have quickly infested the block of flats that lays the setting of the movie.
We’re quickly introduced to the toxic, killing creatures from the beginning when three men capture the specimens, somewhere in the MIddle East, and come immediately under siege, proving that these creatures are going to be the headliners, and Vanicek doesn’t hold back, going bigger with every moment they arrive on screen.
The narrative picks up when Kaleb (Théo Christine) picks up one of the specimens from a Parisian pawn shop to add to his bug collection. Once home, though, he places the spider in a cardboard shoe box, before being embroiled in an on-going argument with his sister, Manon (Lisa Nyarko). This sibling confrontation is the heart of the movie, struggling to turnover their apartment since losing their parents and struggling to meet on agreed terms, but are forced to come together in order to find a way out of their diabolical situation. This in itself is a symbol for the detriment of their poverty stricken society, as both Kalen and Manon are a group of many citizens, trying to make ends meet, and making decisions along the way that they may regret, forcing a wedge amongst them. Can they put their differences aside and climb out of the infested rubble they call home?
Vanicek also does a superb job of crafting out the tension as the mismatch of misfits, wrangle their way through apartments and corridors, searching for the meaning behind the initial outbreak, cocooned inside by the police who have quarantined the area; to then searching their way out of the web of infiltration.
The Prognosis:
There is a reason this movie has been the talk on Hollywood’s lips. Director Vanicek does an outstanding job for his directorial debut feature, building up the tension, placing the characters in a tightly, wound up situations and stretching the unbelievable arachnid feature, into one of jaw-dropping fun. Do yourself a favour and welcome the spider contagion, for it’s a cracker of a flick and will burrow into your mind and impregnate the cerebellum to become a hot contender for horror flick of the year.
Saul Muerte
Infested will be streaming Exclusively on Shudder and AMC+ from Friday 26 April
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 13 years since The Tunnel was released and broke new ground in the process. It’s been well documented how the creative team were seeking new ways to both fund and distribute their feature film. It was a bold enterprise that would be distributed through BitTorrent, exposing the film to millions for free, which some people in the industry found reprehensible. Furthermore, writer/producer partners Julian Harvey and Enzo Tedeschi would venture into enterprising means to seek funding by selling individual frames of the film for $1 before the cameras had even started rolling.
What is clear and fundamental to their success however was the passion, dedication, hard work and talent that was on display. All of which was the driving force for success as Tedeschi states, The Tunnel would provide him with the means to build his career upon. And while that declaration stands true, the fact that each crew member was able to lean into their talents, whether it is Harvey and Tedeschi’s skills as not only storytellers but a deft hands in the editing room to spin a yarn with descent effect; or utilising a camera guy as one of their performers, Steve Davis, a talent in both areas; one he would leverage off a collective group of equally talented actors, Bel Delia; Andy Rodoreda; and Luke Arnold, each with their own unique take on their characters, and the collaboration of the troupe to support and strengthen one another lifts their performance off the screen. There’s also Julian and Enzo’s knack at keeping an eye on the bigger picture, combined with a focus on the finer details to work alongside Tedeschi plus keeping the film on track, especially when it started to escalate and gain traction fast.
It helps that The Tunnel also had a proficient director in Carlo Ledesma to provide the glue and unite all these elements together in order to make the film a reality.
What they established together was a defining moment, not just for Australian cinema but on a global scene too. They fought against the odds in what was deemed a controversial move at the time. The resistance was great, but they stood strong in their quest and produced a film that still stands strong today.
Yes, there have been advancements in technology in a relatively short space of time since its release, and in many ways the landscape remains the same, but the breakthrough The Tunnel created was a significant shift in filmmaking mentality and provided opportunity for other creatives to think outside of the box and seek alternative ways for their creativity to shine through.
– Saul Muerte
The Tunnel is currently streaming on Shudder and thankfully you can also get an insight into how the creative team pulled together and embarked on their intrepid journey with a fantastic behind the scenes documentary, The Tunnel: The Other Side of Darkness; also currently streaming on Shudder.
And if you haven’t then pfft, call yourselves horror fans.
Anyways, the premise is: a group of criminals kidnap the daughter of a very powerful underworld boss. Holed-up at a spooky, and isolated, mansion they’re directed to wait it out till morning unaware the little girl is no ordinary little girl.
She’s a vampire.
Sorry a spoiler but not a spoiler.
It’s in the damn trailer.
Anyways, going into this you know you can expect some gory blood-drenched fun and it bloody delivers. To be perfectly honest, at times you can actually see the numbers blatantly etched into this paint-by-numbers monster horror, but I was actually beyond caring. I was having far too much fun with this.
Brought to you by the makers of the latest “Scream” incarnations and the awesome and not too dissimilar “Ready or not” – as it has the same trapped-in-a-mansion-with-someone/something-trying-to-kill-you vibes.
They’ve also clearly got enough weight to bring along an A-grade cast for the ride, including: Melissa Barrera (The new “Scream” movies), Kathryn Newton (“Freaky”), Dan Stevens (“Legion” and “The Guest”), and the supremely talented Alisha Weir (“Matilda”) as Abigail, as well as an assortment of others including the late Angus Cloud (“Euphoria”).
The Prognosis:
Look, I’m not going to go into this too deeply, nor does it warrant it. It’s just a very polished popcorn-horror for those who want just that. There’s jump-scares, there’s laughs, there’s gore, and the leads are completely drenched in dyed-red corn syrup by the end. Exactly what it says on the tin.
Australian sibling directors Cameron and Colin Cairnes have been meticulously crafting a distinctive voice from behind the lens and with their third outing, Late Night With The Devil they have tapped into the horror zeitgeist on a global scale. Their first feature, 100 Bloody Acres was a more straight up narrative, leaning heavily into macabre humour starring Angus Sampson and Damon Herriman as struggling brothers in the meat industry who add a secret ingredient into the mix with over-the-top comical results.
Upon closer scrutiny though, it would be their second feature, Scare Campaign that is more closely aligned with the direction that LNWTD would take, with a TV show venturing into the occult investigation that goes horribly wrong. Although it missed the mark to a degree in its execution, the Cairnes brothers have learnt from this previous outing and produced a creative and decisive tale with Late Night With The Devil.
The premise pits David Dastmalchian in his first leading role, as late night talk show Night Owls host Jack Delroy. Delroy embarks on a last ditch attempt to pull back the ratings through a marketing stunt set on Halloween 1977, and books a psychic Christou (Fayssal Bazzi), a sceptic, and a parapsychologist (Laura Gordon) who claims that her surrogate daughter Lily is possessed by the devil.
The look and feel of this feature is so sweetly on par, it is easy to drift into the era that it is set and be lured in by the spectacle; one of the many tricks that the Cairnes team perform well. The decade of choice is no mere accident either with America rife with violence and horror that has put society on the brink of sanity, exposed to the likes Son of Sam, David Berkowitz and Charles Manson, and with the breakdown of freedom, comes the exposure to occults and satanism, leaving everyone questioning to what end can humanity be exposed to? It is this playground that the directors’ choose to play in and through the medium of television, force this evil into the homes of every suburban household.
The Cairnes also have perfected their craft in storytelling, by slowly eeking out the threat of danger in their chosen format of late night television; each guest that is introduced is a snag on the tooth of the viewer, to pull them deeper into the world they have created, until the final act is revealed with the not so sweet Lily (Ingrid Torelli). The role of the critic, Carmichael Haig (Ian Bliss) is a smart storytelling device too by constantly asking the questions that audiences will naturally come up with. How much of this is real? How much is performance? And how deeply can we keep probing for the truth before we get our cat-like curiosity scorched?
The breadcrumbs that are left along the way, adds to the weight of the journey, and the torment that is exposed by the film’s conclusion. The performances are solid and none more so than Dastmalchian, who’s character Jack is the character truly under scrutiny. How much has he had to sacrifice in order to keep up with the likes of fellow late night presenter Johnny Carson? Is there more to the history behind his wife’s mysterious and fatal illness? These questions can only be dealt with through the meticulous direction and the strength in Dastmalchian’s performance; oozing charm one minute before serving a backhand of depravity the next. We’re guided on a trail of human decline where the end is nowhere to be seen with ruin at every turn.
The Prognosis:
The American Dream is served up on a plate here and scorched beyond recognition. The Cairnes Brothers capitalise on their previous efforts to expose the frailty and deprivation through a stylised lens that is fresh, inviting and delightfully disturbing.
This is an example of an idea executed so adeptly that every creative player involved brings their A-game to the fold and delivers.
While there are some subtle flaws, the fact that they hold fast to the look, feel and strong performances, allows them to flourish and produce a solid, entertaining feature.
You ever see a movie and think, who directed this? Not in an incredulous “who the hell made this shit?” but in a genuine “why is this so good and suddenly not?” sort of way?
So much so, you immediately contemplate: “Did more than one person direct this?”
Thus we come to The First Omen. The prequel (when is it NOT a prequel these days?) to the all-time 1976 classic The Omen.
Any feature film director, let alone a relatively new one, knows that the first few minutes of a film are incredibly important. Impact is important.
And the best directors achieve Impact by directing well. Subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) lens choices, camera angles, camera movement, framing, acting direction, editing decisions, sound design, music cues – the list goes on.
And the first thing The First Omen does is make good choices. And when I say first thing, I mean the first things we see.
From the get-go the opening scene invokes the feel and tone of the first film. The bleak overcast, almost oppressive pitch that made Richard Donner’s masterpiece a quintessential 70’s horror is replicated well here, and the Impact Moment that soon follows hits the mark with a promise that this could be more than a paint-by-numbers cash grab.
So what happens after that?
Well for one thing is starts to get a little too 70’s, in that after such a good start, you soon find yourself wondering where is this going? In an attempt to set up tension (like all good horror films should) it delves into a usual set of characters that you spend valuable minutes deciding whether or not they’re a good-guy in disguise, or a bad-guy in disguise (FYI, you’re guesses will be right).
But the thread the film weaves as we follow its lead – a nun in waiting called Margaret Daino (played by Nell Tiger Free) as she bounces from one character interaction to another, is less rollercoaster and more nomadic.
And a lot of this has to do with direction. Not that it gets terrible after the first scene. In fact, it’s quite creditable. BUT fine is a far cry from great. And after a number of ok scenes, you do start to wonder “where are the cares and where are the scares?”
Now some of this may not partially (or even solely) be the fault of the director – production company and studio politics (read: interference) is a genuine thing. But the good action callers know that once out of the blocks, you don’t let up. Especially for this sort of film.
Hence my opening tender: “Were different parts of this thing directed by different people”?
This is especially felt during one of the films more tentpole horror moments that the makers were no doubt hoping would be iconic, but is so over the top on paper, it was always going to require a deft hand to ensure it doesn’t fall into farce on screen.
But it does. And so too the next scene, and the scene after that! All are so unsubtly on the nose, it’s disappointing.
Having said that, there is a decent enough twist regarding the motivation of the antagonists (the people who want to see the Anti-Christ born) that lies outside of the moustache twirling motive “We are Satanists, so we are evil bahaha. Derr”.
And the films end dovetails neatly into the events of the 1976 Richard Donner movie. And when it does, it closes out with an interesting character still alive that promises much for The (presumably) 2nd Omen.
Mind you, how they’ll get that storyline to work without mucking up the timeline or logic of the current existing “sequels” is anybody’s omen. Sorry, guess.
The Prognosis:
Promises much at the start, but lacks the strength of a true single-minded auteur at the wheel to guide it. Still, it will be interesting to see if there’ll be an anti-anti-Christ installed for the next chapter. Such an interesting idea would be a good sign.
When The Exorcist: Believer was released by David Gordon Green courtesy of Blumhouse Productions it intended to ride the coattails of one of the greatest horror films of all-time for a modern audience, but go “bigger”. This proposal would include two possessed kids but furthermore, three exorcists of differing backgrounds to take on the demon at hand. Needless to say, it bombed.
Now comes The Exorcists which too arcs back towards William Friedkins’ iconic feature and tries to go bigger with a trio of exorcist experts, the elite of their field, brought together by a father who needs their help to purge his daughter of the demon that has consumed her.
What the exorcists uncover though is a far darker entity lurking beneath the female frame which it currently hosts. To add some more supposed weight to the mix, there’s even a quartet of kids that have broken into the mausoleum to awaken the dead through a spiritual seance. This decision would also lead them on a dangerous path that would weave with the exorcists’ plight. With the ante dialled up to 666, the trio of exorcists must now unite along with Doctor Olivia Beckett (Kayla Fields) and Sister Caroline (Denise Duff) to oust the demon, but they may not last their ordeal.
The Prognosis:
The Exorcists struggles to gain any momentum in its search for an identity. This is all the more evident when tied to the shackles of its inspiration. The grip is loose and the details are equally left to drift without any real focus other than to keep on coasting on a lacklustre cleansing. Its saving grace is casting Doug Bradley aka Pinhead from the Hellraiser franchise as the wisened Father Patrick Ryland, who is compelled to help one last time and amend the past from a failed exorcism. As great as Bradley is, he can only be as good as his counterparts and the script to support his talent, both of which fail him. Instead we must settle on his deliverance and pray for the ending to come.
One of the most hyped movies of 2023 came in Rhys Frake-Waterfield’s horror re-imagining of the classic children’s story Winnie The Pooh by A.A. Milne. This quite frankly butchered take would see the beloved honey loving bear join his friend Piglet on a bloody rampage through Hundred Acre Wood having been abandoned by Christopher Robin all these years and turning feral with extreme consequences. Despite the buzz, the film was critically panned receiving five Golden Raspberry Awards including Worst Picture. This did not stave off the masses though who were swarmed up by their own curiosity to see this version, making a significant profit, do much so that not only has a sequel been released but the promise of a universe of warped retelling of classic children’s tales has been thrown into the mix entitled Poohniverse. Already there has been titles such as Bambi: The Reckoning; Peter Pan’s Neverland Nightmare; and Pinocchio: Unstrung.
So what of the sequel?
Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 was promised to be a crazier, more extreme take with a bigger budget to ramp up his vision.
One of the smarter decisions was to replace the actor Nikolai Leon with Scott Chambers (who recently impressed in Hammer’s Doctor Jekyll) as Christopher Robin bringing a lot more weight and vulnerability to the role.
If I have understood things correctly too, there’s a slight meta shift in perspective where although the events in the first film were true, it is presented as a film within a film for the sequel here which picks up in the aftermath of that films success and the impact it is having on Christopher Robin’s social life. The people of Ashdown have turned against him and believe that he was responsible for the Hundred Acre Wood Massacre. Like Pooh, he has been ostracised from society and struggles to hold down a job as a result. He does however have a girlfriend, Lexy (Tallulah Evans) who willingly stands by his side throughout, and devout parents who share the burden of his struggles. What does come out in the tale is the disappearance of his brother some years ago which serves as a backdrop to his psychological breakdown and questionable character which added a little more depth to the proceedings.
And then there’s the neglected Pooh, who having lost his friend Piglet in the last movie, is joined by Tigger, a frenzied and wild beast; and deviously maliciously wise Owl who is the brains of the macabre outfit (another descent change from the predecessor). The trio have also been impacted by the first films release and are being hunted as a result. They want to seek revenge and destroy the citizens of Ashdown and embark on a bloody rampage.
The Prognosis:
It’s bigger, bloodier and unhinged as Frake-Waterfield endeavours to expand upon and lift the lid on his newfound success. In some ways its smarter too with its directorial choices but too often we’re left in swampy territory as the storyline trudges along. It’s almost like the score composer realises this too, delivering anarchic, pulsating sounds whenever Pooh and the gang go on atrack, as though to wake the audience out of their slumber.
Bigger does not necessarily mean better, as the movie still rests on the premise of the bloody re-imagining without focusing on the bones in which to form a descent structure.