Archive for February, 2011

Squids need love, too.

DAGON

“Dagon” is mostly based on another of Lovecraft’s short stories, being about 65% “The Shadow Over Innsmouth.” The remainder is 5% “Dagon” and 30% miscellaneous ideas (mostly mutant fish person incest).

Review Snippet:
Personally, I’d have taken one look at the locals and decided they were either inbreds, fish mutants, or both (inbred fish mutants). In addition to being spooky in the conversation department, the people of Imboca have pale, clammy-looking skin, bizarre webbing between their fingers, and they never blink. Weirdo freakos, man. Them not blinking is a rather nice touch, even if it looks like the effect was accomplished by the actors wearing uncomfortable contact inserts. The villagers also tend to wander around with rusty knives and farming implements. The only place I have ever been that is scarier than Imboca is West Virginia.

Ah, West Virginia, where the people outnumber the teeth.

Lesson Learned:
Fish got nards.

Pardon my smirking sneer…

Well, somebody has to post the lamest article of the roundtable–and ‘somebody’ is usually me, so I might as well embrace it. It’s a poor workman who blames his tools, but crimminy, I can only hope I end up with something a bit meatier next time than Full Moon’s epically mediocre Lurking Fear. It’s not doing Lovecraft any favors either, believe me.

Be careful what you pray for (and to whom)

 

DIE, MONSTER, DIE! (1965)

In which Howard Phillips Lovecraft receives full screen credit for the very first time…and really wishes he hadn’t.

Stephen Reinhart, an American, travels to Arkham, England, at the invitation of his girlfriend’s mother. He arrives to finds Susan’s family in the grip of a strange force, which has blighted the surrounding countryside and brought illness and death to the Witley household.

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Could this force be:

(a) Radiation?
(b) Unspeakable evil from beyond?
(c) The family chickens coming home to roost?
(d) All of the above?

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YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE:  Unfortunately, due to some organisational issues, the screeners for The Whisperer In The Darkness have not reached the relevant parties in time for this Roundtable. However, when they do arrive, the film will be reviewed, and you will be notified here as usual. So, as they say, please watch this space.

Joan Chen and Rutger Hauer mistreat some dog skulls

SALUTE OF THE JUGGER/BLOOD OF HEROES

When Salute of the Jugger was being made I read and interview in the local press with Hauer, where he said that he didn’t have a home. He was a nomad and moved from one film upon completion to the next. He would set up a temporary base in whatever city his work would take him to. Then again, suggesting that he was a nomad, on the set of a film in which he plays a nomad, may have been just a timely bit of copy or a soundbite for the media. This may (or may not) explain some of the poor film and career choices he has made. Maybe if he had a home, he could take time off and sit back and ‘carefully’ read the scripts that were coming his way, and decide if these were really the roles for him.

Hey, Lyz? It’s Thursday.

Here’s a blast from the past that still holds up.  RAWR!!!

Dragonslayer (1981)

Gives Me Chills: The Contest!

A great idea was posted in the last “Gives Me Chills” post’s comments: Why not have a PhotoShop contest, with readers and participants giving their new, improved covers for the movies mocked in the series?

To the Batcave!

Here are the rules, then.  Pick a previous entry on “Gives Me Chills” (I’ve just added a new category for them, so just click here) and design a new cover, using either elements of the existing cover or new images of your own gathering.  (Since this isn’t for commercial use, I’m not going to require you to use public domain or Creative Commons-licensed images, but if your design is overwhelmingly based on someone else’s image, you ought to credit it.  Don’t you think?)

You MAY NOT change the title.  Sorry.  Other text is fair game, though.

Contest will end March 10th.  Entries will be judged by the combined Cabal in closed conclave; criteria will not only be improvement over the existing cover, effectiveness in still portraying the same movie in the best light, and general design.  Prize will be… I dunno.  I’ve got stuff.  I’ll find something.

Send all entries to chillscontest@gmail.com. Contest will end March 10th.

Let all of your Worth1000-wannabe buddies know!

Gives Me Chills, Pt. XI.

This installment of “Gives Me Chills” (and no, I never knew that this would be a continuing series when I started) is kind of special.  I know that the movie in question has been floating around for at least two or three years, looking for distribution.  You can kinda tell, too; the subject matter is something that was all over the news several crises ago, and then was dropped by the ADHD-afflicted mainstream media when a new apocalyptically-overkilled potential catastrophe overtook and almost-but-didn’t-quite killed us all.

Anyway.  I saw this bandied about on industry messageboards for a couple of years, always a laughingstock, and always with some lame key art.  I had hoped that, if ever it got a for-real distributor, they’d find some way to market it better.

They didn’t.

August! You come out from behind that Howard this minute, too!

Yeah, my roundtable contribution this time around is, shall we say, a marginal example.

 

Cabiria (1914), in which you never can tell which aspect of a movie is going to give rise to a major pop-culture phenomenon…

Evilution (2007), in which we see that when zombies are involved, good old-fashioned overkill might occasionally be better than the more nuanced approaches favored by modern militaries…

100 Monsters (1968), in which a singularly peculiar attempt at gentrification faces a singularly peculiar form of neighborhood activism…

The Shuttered Room (1967), in which David Greene and D. B. Ledrov appropriately treat their “collaboration” with August Derleth about the same way that Derleth treated his “collaborations” with H. P. Lovecraft…

and…

Transatlantic Tunnel (1935), in which some people apparently can’t tell when a job is more than difficult enough already.
 
 
 

Howard! You come out from behind that Edgar this minute!

 

THE HAUNTED PALACE (1963)

In which the first ever adaptation of an H.P. Lovecraft story goes out into the cinematic world disguised as something else: faux-Poe.

In the village of Arkham, Joseph Curwen, suspected of trying bring the Elder Gods back into this universe by mating them with human females, is dragged out of his house and burned to death by an enraged mob. He dies cursing the village and all those who have had a hand in his death.

One hundred and ten years later, Curwen’s great-great-grandson, Charles Dexter Ward, arrives with his wife, Ann, to look over the Arkham property he has just inherited. In rapid succession, he ignores (1) a frightened coachman, (2) hostile townspeople, and (3) a mutated girl.

I think it’s fair to say he deserves what he gets…

Zut Alors!

VIDOCQ

One leaves Vidocq with the impression that Pitof would be right at home directing a Hollywood summer blockbuster; he prefers visuals to dialogue, loves to slap on the CGI and edits like a caffeinated hummingbird. Unfortunately, everything went horribly, horribly wrong. Whether or not Catwoman ended the guy’s career — as many predicted — at least he’ll have one halfway decent film under his belt. Which is one more than McG, anyway.

DR. MORDRID

So why aren’t you familiar with the Dr. Strange movie that Full Moon made? Because, er, they never made it. By the time the project was ready to go into production, the option on the character had lapsed. But that wasn’t going to stop Band, who by now had a perfectly good screenpla… a screenplay, and after the liberal application of Wite-Out (other correction fluids are available), Dr. Strange became Dr. Anton Mordrid, Master of the Unknown. In the starring role was Full Moon regular and B-movie fan favourite Jeffrey Combs.

Folding chairs of the world unite!

And now, a movie for those who think normal professional wrestling is just too realistic.

Ultimate Death Match (2009)

Yes, we have big piranhas.

MEGA PIRANHA

Tiffany creates piranhas large enough to eat a battleship. The fish never stop growing and never stop eating, despite the fact that they don’t need to eat to grow and were meant to grow to eat.

If what I just wrote doesn’t make any sense to you, then I have successfully captured the spirit of this film.

Review Snippet:
Before long, the school of rapidly growing piranhas reaches a major harbor along the river. The carnage is horrific. Not because, as you might suspect, the fish eat everything and everybody in the water. The Mega Piranhas have a startling tendency to leap out of the water at buildings. Upon crashing into a building, a fish then explodes.

Exactly why the piranhas jump into the buildings is never explained. Maybe they are attacking their own reflection, which is odd behavior for animals that travel in schools, or perhaps they are just trying to steal Wi-Fi.

Lesson Learned:
A Hyundai can outrun a Blackhawk helicopter.

Gives Me Chills, Pt. X.

Amazon has the release date for this movie as October 6, 2009, but they have never had the cover available for view.  I found it listed on eBay, and I discovered why:

No, the director’s last name isn’t “Hayden’s,” or even “Haydens.”  It’s “Hayden.”  Why the possessive?  THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX, MAN!  THAT’S THE NATURE OF ART!!

Edit: Oh, and someone with the coincidental name of “Taylor” posted this in a five-star review on the Amazon page:

People making a movie find a curse is with it.Everything goes horribly wrong…in a horrible way. With Jael from “Americas Nxt Top Model” and Isabelle from Bravos “Make Me A Suprmodel”. To watch a preview go to:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUKNxHJf1uw

Somebody else look. I’m scared to.

Starring Pestly Crusher

The CurseUnlike other cinematic H. P. Lovecraft adaptations, The Curse was not “based” on a Lovecraft story, but was instead “inspired”. In other words, the filmmakers took just enough elements out of a Lovecraft story (the story being The Color Out Of Space) so that they would not risk a possible lawsuit coming from the Lovecraft estate. With Wil Wheaton of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Get Them Draculas!

KHOONI DRACULA

Khooni Dracula lands closer to Gumnam Qatil than it does Shaitani Dracula, only even less so, but honestly — that a director can only achieve the rarefied airs of Shaitani Dracula once in a lifetime is understandable. And not being as loony as that — merely being as loony as Gumnam Qatil — still means you have a movie of staggering awfulness, featuring a black-robed Dracula in a cheap fright mask and stylish white loafers wandering around, menacing seemingly random chunky chicks taking showers while wearing their lycra shorts. From time to time, Dracula augments his style with an ill-fitting, comically oversized stovepipe hat that looks like it was stolen out of the trash can behind Coffin Joe’s mansion, or crypt, or whatever the hell it is Coffin Joe lives in. I actually assume he lives in a stylish-yet-garishly appointed home not unlike one might find in a Jess Franco film, only with more furniture fashioned out of coffins. Harinam Singh used to come over all the time to watch Coffin Joe put toads and spiders on women’s bare breasts, while Franco himself lead the jazz combo in the corner. Or so I imagine.

AMERICAN NINJA 2: THE CONFRONTATION

American Ninja 2: The Confrontation is something of an improvement over part one. There’s very little time during the movie where somebody isn’t fighting ninjas – not much Golan-Globus approved filler here! And the fighting is rather better too. Apart from the early scene on the beach, even Michael Dudikoff manages to throw a few cool moves. I wonder if the beach fight was early in the production and he managed to pick up some skills as filming progressed. Steve James is, if anything, even more bad-ass than in the first movie. He thankfully gets more screen time here, and with that more fighting. He looks damn impressive on the beach as he kills ninjas just by looking at them.

The Colour Out of Italy.

Directed and co-produced by Ivan Zuccon, best known to American horror audiences for helming The Shunned House (2003), also a Lovecraft adaptation. He’s also responsible for The Darkness Beyond (2000) and Unknown Beyond (2001), both directly Lovecraft-inspired, which makes four Lovecraft adaptations in a filmography of six movies. This, you might reasonably surmise, is a passion for him. And that’s a shame, because Zuccon’s filmmaking vocabulary is absolutely wrong for adapting Lovecraft.

Colour From the Dark (2008)

Nude Kickboxing Rides Again

NAKED FIST
Naked Fist is a terribly silly film, but for some reason I love it. Even after watching it about 5 times (and poring over bits of it frame-by-frame while trying to edit the damn thing together), I still find it ludicrously entertaining. Oh sure, a lot of it is amateurish, the acting is by and large terrible and the plot full of holes, but it’s never dull. There’s an action scene about once every ten minutes and these are fairly well done. They don’t hold a candle to what was being done in Hong Kong or Taiwan at the same time, but are still better than what you’d find in an American film of this vintage, or even subsequently. There’s very little of the ‘stand still while I kick you’ style later popularised by Jean-Claude Van Damme films, and it’s notable that Naked Fist predates the whole ‘underground martial arts tournament’ craze that exploded in the wake of Bloodsport.

And no nude kickboxing, but there are shirtless gold monks…

18 BRONZEMEN
Those wacky Shaolin monks. If legend is to be believed, they came up with any number of ways to school young acolytes in the Ways of Kung Fu. These were ingenious, esoteric and usually very, very fatal to any student who hadn’t quite mastered the techniques required. No legend is more mysterious than that of the Bronze Men. Any budding monk would have to pass through the halls of these dreaded metallic automatons, using all his speed and skill to avoid their deadly crushing blows. But is there some scrap of truth in this ancient and terrifying myth?Um, no.

More Love than Craft

At the Movies of Madness

Cthulhu (2000): An extra is menaced by a superimposed drawing.
Cthulhu (2000)

No, not that movie… Tori Spelling does not appear in this one, for which we may thank the Elder Gods.

Rather, this is a low-budget Australian movie that starts out with the noble intention of adapting a Lovecraft story faithfully… and ends up switching stories in mid-film. To make things worse, they went from one of Lovecraft’s most direct and managable tales to one the budget simply couldn’t handle.

I guess when you’re dealing with the Old Ones, you get used to biting off more than you can chew.

Kickboxers and Crackpots

NEVER SURRENDER

Self-aggrandizing Argetine kickboxer Hector Echavarria makes what is basically an MMA fanfic movie about how awesome Hector Echavarria is. You know the grunting noise a rutting feral hog makes? This movie is the embodiment of that sound. This movie is an Ed Hardy shirt. Hell, this movie doesn’t just feature stretch limo Hummers; it is the cinematic embodiment of a stretch limo Hummer, and chances are if you think stretch limo Hummers are totally bad-ass and classy, then this is probably the movie for you. Or, if you are like me and just love totally goofy, incompetent movies packed to the gills with tough guy swagger, naked strippers, and dudes punching each other in the face, well, you’ll probably be happy too.

THE AMAZING CAPTAIN NEMO

The Amazing Captain Nemo was an attempt by Irwin Allen to graft some Star Wars-style laser and robot action onto an underwater adventure, and was originally made to serve double duty as both a movie and TV mini-series, the latter shown as The Return of Captain Nemo. This wasn’t uncommon in the late 70s; As I hinted above, my first exposure to both Buck Rodgers in the 25th Century and Battlestar Galactica was in the form of movies that were edited together from episodes of the show (in fact Galactica managed to knock out three of these, including one based on- the Lords of Kobol help us – Galactica 1980). I have a recollection so vague of seeing the TV version of Nemo that for a long time I assumed I must have dreamed the whole thing.

Bread crumbs and Spam.

Although I still aver that the slasher genre is played out, I’m willing and happy to acknowledge when a filmmaker takes those tired old tropes and gives us something half-decent with them. While too many indie microbudget genre directors are content to crank out love letters to the trash slasher flicks they loved in junior high, director Mike Nichols and writers Charles Black and Sam Freeman make Bread Crumbs (2009) more than a slavish imitation of thirty-year-old cheapies. It’s not a terribly good movie, but it’s good enough to be a net positive. This despite the fact that the movie is, essentially, the blending of two related slasher subgenres: “spam in a cabin” and “killer rednecks.”