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Buried Ambitions — Tobe Hooper’s “Mortuary” Tries to Laugh Through the Rot

20 Monday Oct 2025

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By 2005, Tobe Hooper’s once fearsome reputation as a master of horror had begun to fade into something far more uncertain. Mortuary, his final American feature before his death, feels like a strange, uneasy echo of the brilliance that gave us The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and Poltergeist. Set in a decrepit Californian funeral home and built around a familiar haunted house premise, it’s a film that wants to be both grotesque and gleeful — a late-career experiment in dark comedy that never quite rises from the slab.

The story follows a widowed mother (Denise Crosby) and her two children who relocate to take over an old mortuary, despite the locals’ warnings of curses, restless dead, and black ooze seeping from the earth. Before long, things decay in true Hooper fashion: corpses twitch, strange fungi spread, and reality slips into chaos. Beneath the mess, though, is a faint pulse of humour — a macabre self-awareness that nods toward Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, where he first married horror and absurdity in equal measure.

But here, the tonal blend doesn’t quite hold. The gags are awkwardly timed, the scares too routine, and the effects — though spirited — never disguise the low budget. Still, there’s something oddly endearing about Hooper’s refusal to take it all too seriously. The film occasionally sparkles with flashes of his old, anarchic wit — a momentary reminder of the director who once turned rural America into a living nightmare.

Unfortunately, Mortuary never finds its footing. What should have been a campy, self-aware romp too often feels sluggish and shapeless, as though Hooper was wrestling with the ghosts of his own filmography.

The Prognosis:

A faint echo of a great filmmaker’s past glories — Mortuary is too uneven to resurrect Hooper’s legacy, but its dark humour and decaying charm make it a curious, if minor, entry in his body of work.

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Crocodile (2000): The Legacy That Slipped Beneath the Surface

25 Monday Aug 2025

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By the time Crocodile snapped its way onto screens in 2000, the name Tobe Hooper had already become synonymous with terror. As the mastermind behind The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) and Poltergeist (1982), Hooper once held a fearsome reputation for his ability to craft dread from dust, sweat, and sinew. But Crocodile—a straight-to-video creature feature that feels more Syfy Saturday than silver screen—marks a cautionary tale of how even horror royalty can be dragged down by the genre’s murkier waters.

Set around a group of stock character teens on a lake getaway that turns deadly, Crocodile attempts to repackage Jaws for the slasher crowd—only with a CGI reptile and dialogue that’s more groan-worthy than gut-wrenching. The titular beast, driven by maternal rage over stolen eggs, chomps its way through partygoers with the kind of digital effects that even in 2000 felt dated and weightless. While the film teases environmental themes and ancient folklore tied to Egyptian myth, none of it coalesces into anything with real bite.

Hooper’s direction, once brimming with raw, unrelenting energy, feels diluted here. There’s little tension, no memorable kills, and a script that relies on tired tropes and unremarkable performances. The horror auteur who once framed Leatherface in shrieking chaos now struggles to give his gator a compelling roar.

It’s a far cry from Hooper’s glory days—when chainsaws, haunted suburban homes, and space vampires (Lifeforce) showed a director willing to experiment with form and fear. By the time Crocodile entered the picture, Hooper had found himself more at the mercy of B-level budgets and diminishing returns. This film, meant to kick off Nu Image’s monster movie series, plays less like a passion project and more like a paycheck gig for a filmmaker whose earlier brush with the Hollywood machine had left him bruised.

Even die-hard Hooper apologists will find this one hard to defend. There’s no signature visual flair, no edge, no subversion of genre expectations. Just a formulaic monster movie that feels like a lost relic from the bottom shelf of the video store.

The Prognosis:

In the grand swamp of creature features, Crocodile barely makes a ripple. And for Hooper, it stands as a somber marker of the industry’s failure to nurture one of horror’s most vital voices. What was once raw and rebellious had become, tragically, toothless.

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“Full Tilt Into the Void: Tobe Hooper’s Lifeforce at 40”

20 Friday Jun 2025

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There’s weird, and then there’s Lifeforce. Tobe Hooper’s 1985 sci-fi horror fever dream didn’t just step outside the box—it set it on fire, turned it into a naked vampire, and launched it into orbit. Forty years on, this glorious trainwreck of a film still pulses with an unholy energy: part alien invasion thriller, part erotic vampire myth, part end-of-days apocalypse, and all unleashed Hooper. It’s a mess—but it’s a beautiful, ambitious, and absolutely unhinged mess.

Based loosely (and we stress loosely) on Colin Wilson’s novel The Space Vampires, Lifeforce begins like Alien and ends like The Omega Man, with an interstellar expedition to Halley’s Comet bringing home something ancient and devastating: a trio of seductive, humanoid vampires who drain the life—literally the force—from their victims. What follows is a strange cocktail of sci-fi espionage, metaphysical dread, zombie contagion, and enough full-frontal nudity to make the MPAA sweat through its polyester.

At the centre of it all is Hooper, hot off the back of Poltergeist (and still shaking off the questions about Spielberg’s creative control). With Lifeforce, he grabs the wheel, hits the gas, and swerves into chaos with wild-eyed conviction. This is Hooper unfiltered, blending gothic horror and pulp science fiction with operatic flair. The film is massive in scale—shot like a prestige epic, scored with bombastic orchestration, and featuring enough laser-beam FX to fry a satellite. It’s hard not to admire the sheer guts of it all.

There’s espionage too—cold war paranoia baked into the script like secret messages in a sandwich. The British government scrambles to contain the outbreak, while American astronauts (including a stiff but determined Steve Railsback) struggle to explain what the hell they brought back. At times, the film plays like The Day of the Jackal with energy-sucking space demons. Other times, it’s Dracula on a spaceship, as Mathilda May’s otherworldly alien lures victims with silence and skin, drawing a hypnotic trail of destruction through the ruins of London.

And it’s in May’s performance—ethereal, deadly, utterly magnetic—that Lifeforce finds its strange gravitational pull. She doesn’t speak a word, but commands the screen like a vampire goddess. She is both object and agent of desire, representing Hooper’s recurring obsession with sexuality as a monstrous, irresistible force.

Yes, it’s convoluted. Yes, it spirals into nonsense. But there’s a manic joy in how it barrels forward, ideas colliding midair like doomed satellites. Life-force theft, reanimation, psychic connections, body horror, possession—it’s all here, stitched together like a mad scientist’s pet project. The tone shifts from serious sci-fi to gothic melodrama to gonzo action, often within a single scene.

And yet, for all its excesses and flaws, Lifeforce endures. It’s campy and chaotic, but also strangely profound. Beneath the spectacle is a film about identity, human weakness, and the eternal hunger for connection—even if that connection destroys you.

The Prognosis:

In an era of sanitised blockbusters and streamlined storytelling, Lifeforce stands out as a relic of fearless filmmaking. It’s a film that swings for the stars and occasionally misses, but when it hits… it leaves a mark.

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The Mangler (1995) – Tobe Hooper’s Industrial Nightmare Turns 30

02 Sunday Mar 2025

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It has a CRUSH on you!
When an accident involving a folding machine at an old laundry happens, detective John Hunton investigates. As his investigation progresses, he begins to suspect the machine is possessed by a demon from Hell.

By 1995, director Tobe Hooper had long cemented his legacy in horror history with The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) and Poltergeist (1982), while Robert Englund had become an icon as Freddy Krueger. Their reunion in The Mangler—an adaptation of a lesser-known Stephen King short story—should have been an exciting horror event. Instead, it became one of the more peculiar and divisive entries in all their careers.

It’s not every day that a movie about a possessed industrial laundry press makes it to the big screen, but that’s exactly the kind of bizarre energy The Mangler brings. The film exists in a world of exaggerated performances, over-the-top set pieces, and a plot so ludicrous that it straddles the line between horror and dark comedy. Englund, buried under grotesque makeup as the sadistic factory owner Bill Gartley, chews the scenery with relish. Meanwhile, Ted Levine, fresh off The Silence of the Lambs, lends his gravelly, weary presence to the role of the skeptical detective who slowly realises that there may be supernatural forces at play.

Hooper leans into the absurdity, crafting a grimy, oppressive atmosphere that feels reminiscent of his early work, albeit with a more surreal, almost operatic quality. However, the film struggles with pacing and tone—moments of genuine horror are often undercut by unintentional comedy, making it an acquired taste even for die-hard horror fans. The practical effects and gore are commendable, but the story itself stretches believability to the breaking point, even for King’s standards.

Despite its many flaws, The Mangler has developed a small cult following over the years, thanks in part to its sheer audacity. While it never reached the heights of Hooper’s greatest works, it remains a fascinating oddity in ‘90s horror, a relic from a time when studios were still willing to gamble on the outlandish. For those willing to embrace its madness, it’s an entertaining, if deeply flawed, slice of supernatural horror.

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Retrospective: Sleepwalkers (1992)

09 Saturday Apr 2022

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Sleepwalkers was one of those movies that has immersed itself in my mind and I’m pretty sure formed part of my horror film makeup. It’s probably not surprising really if I divulge a little of my personal journey through horror films. I would have been around 14 years old at the time of its release and already had sunk my impressionable mind into the works of Stephen King and knowing his name was attached to the writing credits for what would have been his first not to be based on any  of his pre-existing works (Not that I knew this at the time). It also starred Madchen Amick, hot off the David Lynch hit tv series Twin Peaks. Lynch was also integral to forming my cinephilia and with Amick’s involvement, I was already hooked. It would also be directed by Mick Garris who has since carved a name for himself in the name of horror on-screen and often using King’s work as source material.
Later, I would understand the importance that Aice Krige would play in movies having already carved a name through Chariots of Fire, Ghost Story, and Barfly. This would be my first encounter with Krige however and it’s fair to say that her role of the matriarchal shapeshifter Mary, a shapeshifting energy vampire, sets the tone for the whole movie.

Along with her son Charles Brady (Brian Krause) feeds off the lifeforce of virgin women and can transform into werecats to feed on their prey, whilst also using their powers of telekinesis and illusion to manipulate those with whom they encounter. Their only weakness are domestic cats, who are resistant to the sleepwalkers magic and can cause fatal wounds.

Madchen Amick takes on the role of Charles’ virginal interest Tanya, who is lured in by his  magnanimous charm. Before long, Tanya realises that there is more to Charles than meets the eye and must fight tooth and nail to survive.

Looking back at the film now, it still holds some allure despite some clearly aged creature effects, and the moment when Charles transforms for the first time is a great counterweight to our first impressions of his character. Throw into the mix a blink and you’ll miss Ron Perlman as Captain Soames and horror maestros Clive Barker, Joe Dante, John Landis, Tobe Hooper and even King himself cropping up at notable points, and you’ve got a lot to get your teeth into. Oh and Mark Hamill also makes an uncredited appearance which brings a smile to this cinema lover’s face. 

It is Krige however as mentioned who really comes to life as Mary and the lead antagonist of the film, with her incestous needs and devilish desires lights up every scene that she is in.
For this, Sleepwalkers is well worth a revisit.

  • Saul Muerte