Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2020

fantasy island


If the vintage TV series Fantasy Island, like many Aaron Spelling projects, offered comfort and projections of aspiration in the late 70s and early 80s, Blumhouse's Fantasy Island--a twisty, sludgy thriller landing in the wake of a new decade--offers an unending sense of unease and swoops of corny comedy. Directed by Jeff Wadlow, with little visual complexity, the movie is, in a way, an off-brand Diet drink version of Fyre Festival docs and the winking, winding, genre-play horror films of the past few years from the Blumhouse brand.



The plot requires leaps and bounds of suspensions of disbelief, which I can usually roll with, especially in a movie like this, but Fantasy Island is patently so creaky, it quickly loses tension and interest. We meet a group of contest winners--Melanie (Lucy Hale), Patrick (Austin Stowell), Gwen (Maggie Q), and two cringey, dude-bro friends Brax (Jimmy O. Yang) and J.D. (Ryan Hansen)--who are ushered into Fantasy Island by the mysterious Julia (Parisa Fitz-Henley) and the island-owner Mr. Roarke (Michael Peña). On Fantasy Island, Mr. Roarke is here to make your ultimate fantasy come true! From here on out, the plot swings into alternate realities and timelines ensue.



The appealing cast--giving their all, despite the muddled script (by Wadlow, Chris Roach, Jillian Jacobs), the lush locales (shot in Fiji) and the continuous, rigorous tossing and turnings make Fantasy Island a sort of entertaining curiosity in the current cinema landscape. Yet, at a 109 minutes run-time, the jig runs thin fairly quickly. Patrick's story-line--his wish of being a soldier--is particularly lugubrious. At times, I was taken back to the strand of characters in island-set peril in Irwin Allen and James Goldstone's When Time Ran Out... Watching Fantasy Island, I yearned for 1980 simplicity or even Aaron Spelling-soft-core corn. Complicated genre pictures are welcome, especially if one has the skills of Jordan Peele, but the rip-offs that have paled in comparison are a chore, especially when swabbed with bad sentimentality. Wadlow impressively hobbled this together on a mere seven million dollar budget, so there will probably be more on the horizon. If you do choose partaking in this feeble adventure, I do not suggest making a drinking game out of taking a sip anytime someone says the word "fantasy." *

-Jeffery Berg

Monday, February 3, 2020

the turning


There have been so many incarnations and riffs off of Henry James' 1898 The Turn of a Screw--from 1961's Jack Clayton film The Innocents to Alejandro Amenábar's 2001 film The Others--that it seems unnecessary for yet another one. However Floria Sigismondi's gorgeous-looking The Turning is a moody update situated on a fog-drenched estate in the cellphone-less early 1990s. I call The Turning another entry in the recent string of Gen X-disillusionment pictures: from the taunted classmate desperately re-creating teendom in Ma, to adults in Us and It: Chapter 2 revisiting their demons. Even non-horror pictures like Marriage Story, The Last Black Man in San Francisco, and Hustlers are survivalist tales from different American perspectives that dabble in the thematics of social structures.


Mackenzie Davis, who was so appealing as the titular nanny in Tully--another piece of Gen X despair--returns here as governess Kate with a prominent blond bang and chin-length chop, roomy sweater and boot wardrobe and a hip little yellow sports car. She approaches her new employment in a gated, rambling mansion with awe. Leaving behind her best friend roommate (Kim Adis) and a mentally-disturbed mother (Joely Richardson), Kate seems determined "to make a difference" in the lives of parent-less children and perhaps has found a new idyllic existence. But things seem off with the introduction of the icy Mrs. Grose (Shakespearean actor Barbara Marten going all-in with a steely turn). And while little Flora (The Florida Project's Brooklynn Prince, doing here what she did best there: offbeat spontaneity) seems precious, the creaky mansion has its quirks--a twisting hedge maze, an eerie mannequin in the bedroom, and a shadowy, off-limits wing of the upper floor. When moody bad boy Miles (Finn Wolfhard) shows, Kate is rattled, and the evil ghost of former groundskeeper Quint (Niall Greig Fulton) starts making his presence known.


While nothing too surprising happens plot-wise in The Turning, and its conclusion is an almost disastrous muddled mess (my audience left in groans), I found myself intoxicated with the look and feel of the film, especially for a studio horror pic. Sigismondi is known for her film The Runaways and her incredible oeuvre of music videos for artists such as Bjork, Marilyn Manson and David Bowie. Her work here is often beautifully composed. Cinematographer David Ungaro captures the landscapes and gloomy interiors elegantly. Also bonus is a surprising, rich, grunge-era inspired soundtrack of newer and older artists (Courtney Love sings a catchy theme tune, "Mother"). I was also compelled by Davis, engaging throughout, who tows the tricky line between the film's sense of reality and, perhaps, insanity. This atmospheric flick is set under the spell of the news of Kurt Cobain's (perhaps the ultimate ghost of Gen-X) death which introduces the "present day." Even if the results of the film are a bit messy, I admired Sigismondi's risks, the vibe of the picture and its feel of a bygone time, lingered. ***

-Jeffery Berg

Thursday, January 2, 2020

justin lockwood's top 10 favorite horror films of the 2010s!


We’re living in a new golden age for horror, as evidenced by how difficult it was for me to compile a list of my ten best of the 2010s. I dismiss the term “elevated horror” as nonsense—great horror movies are great movies, period, and genre classics have always tapped into timely societal fears and anxieties—but there’s no question the last few years have produced some outstanding films. May we continue to be blessed with such terrific horror in the new decade.


Scream 4 (2011) —It might seem odd to put a sequel on this list, let alone a part 4.  But Scream 4 is not only a great addition to the series, and a high note end to the esteemed Wes Craven’s filmography, it’s also a movie as clever about the state of horror and culture as the original Scream was. The hysterical, hall of mirrors opening-within-an-opening-within-an-opening alone makes this a brilliant film, but the movie goes on to riff on remakes and reboots, social media, and the relentless pursuit of fame in the Twitter era. Returning cast members Neve Campbell, Courteney Cox, and David Arquette are in fine form, and the newbies—especially Emma Roberts and Hayden Panettiere—are awesome.




The Cabin in the Woods (2011)—While not exactly “scary,” The Cabin in the Woods is an absolute love letter to the horror genre.  Scream and its ilk seemed to have exhausted the self referential subgenre, but Cabin takes a different tact in exploring horror tropes and stock characters.  Writers Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard (who also directs) delivered an exceptionally clever screenplay, full of fun ideas and all manner of monsters, and the cast is game—anyone who saw this knew Chris Hemsworth’s comic potential way before Thor: Ragnarok. Plus: a Sigourney Weaver cameo!





The Lords of Salem (2012)—I’m a huge fan of Rob Zombie. His movies can be uneven, but he has a truly unique vision. Lords of Salem is his masterpiece.  Taking a sharp left turn from his usual ultraviolence-and-hillbilly aesthetic, Zombie delivered a slow-building, stylish picture in the tradition of The Shining and Rosemary’s Baby. He coaxes the strongest and most naturalistic performance to date from wife and muse Sheri Moon Zombie. Her recovering addict radio DJ receives a mysterious record with frightening ties to the dark history of Salem, MA. The filmmaker makes effective use of Salem locations and packs his cast with offbeat, interesting performers like Meg Foster (the sinister Margaret Morgan), Bruce Davison, and Dee Wallace. It all culminates in a surrealistic gonzo finale that again demonstrates Zombie’s knack for well-chosen music cuts.




You're Next (2013)—Home invasion movies seemed old hat in 2013, but Adam Wingard gave the formula a much-needed kick in the pants with his mix of action, horror, and jet black comedy. Working from Simon Barrett’s whip-smart script, Wingard delivers a zillion times more entertainment value than most films of this type. A terrific cast, including genre vet Barbara Crampton, AJ Bowen, and a hilariously douchey Joe Swanberg, breathe life into the dysfunctional Davison family, whose reunion is viciously interrupted by a gang of masked intruders.  Luckily, Bowen has invited his sweet Australian girlfriend Erin (Sharni Vinson), who, *ahem*, grew up on a survivalist compound. Vinson is phenomenal, elevating her likeable, resourceful heroine into one of the most unforgettable final girls in cinema history. Plus, the use of Dwight Twilley’s “Looking for the Magic” is one for the ages.




It Follows (2014)—Horror films frequently involve sex, often with fatal consequences. David Robert Mitchell’s masterful debut makes the connection explicit: sex is the method by which characters are afflicted with a demonic stalker, one that can only be thrown off the track by passing it on to a new partner. This inspired concept is translated into a beautiful, stylish, extremely creepy film. Maika Monroe is terrific as the curse’s latest target, and Mitchell sets his tale in the same sleepy, small town world as classics like Halloween




The Witch (2015)—Like Lords of Salem, writer/director Robert Eggers’ instant classic plays with the legacy of the Salem Witch Trials. His approach is a more “realistic” period drama that focuses the hysteria on one family of outcast Puritans living in the woods of some unnamed New England state. It takes its time, gradually introducing the possibility of diabolical forces until horrors real and imagined are tearing the family apart—with eldest daughter Thomasin (a sublime Anya Taylor-Joy) getting scapegoated for all the misfortune.  The truth behind everything isn’t revealed until the very end, but Eggers’ carefully crafted film makes a strong case for the journey being just as important as the destination. He also taps into the same bleak, repressive conditions for young women of the period that fed the real life events.




Get Out (2017)—The sudden emergence of comedian Jordan Peele as a master of horror has to be among the most welcome surprises of the 2010s. His sophomore effort, Us, is my personal favorite, but I selected his debut because it both heralded his emerging talent and commented on sociocultural anxieties in a profound way. This note perfect rebuke to the idea of a “post-racial” America is both astute commentary and just plain terrific entertainment. The pacing, brilliantly twisty script, and affecting performances—Betty Gabriel and Allison Williams were Oscar caliber—made this an all timer.




Suspiria (2018)—Remakes are a fact of life for horror fans, but this decade saw some great ones, from the fun Fright Night (2011) to 2019’s subversive feminist take on Black Christmas. None compared to Luca Guadagnino’s towering re-imagining of the Dario Argento classic about a Berlin dance academy secretly run by witches. His epic, carefully controlled film benefits immensely from the two women at its center: Tilda Swinton and the never better Dakota Johnson.  Swinton is in top form as instructor Madame Blanc and the tormented Dr. Klemperer, whose patient disappears within the walls of the school. His character wrestles directly with the legacy of the Holocaust, a heady theme Suspiria tackles along with the political climate of the 70s. Johnson stuns as the seemingly naïve Susie, who enters into an intense emotional relationship with her teacher and pushes her nascent dancing skills to the supernatural limit  (Johnson trained for years for the role, and it pays off). This is a gorgeous, confident film filled with dreamlike imagery, jarring shocks, and a muted color pallet that conveys the severity of a German winter and the dangerous forces that threaten the students. Thom Yorke’s original score and songs are tied intrinsically to an unforgettable vision.




Hereditary (2018)—Ari Aster’s debut film has been somewhat divisive, but I remain firmly in its camp. He’s got a fine eye for detail and excellent cinematography, and he elicits harrowing performances from his actors: Toni Collette was justifiably applauded for her angry, grief-stricken mom Annie, though Alex Wolff is also strong as her tormented teenage son Peter. The mixture of family tragedy and supernatural terror is unbelievably unsettling, building dread with the assistance of Colin Stetson’s score and some well-timed, unforgettable shocks. By the time the horror explodes in truly operatic fashion, the audience feels as emotionally wrecked as the helpless characters.





A Quiet Place (2018)—Another brilliant concept—monsters that hunt you based on sound—is executed in stunning fashion by first time director John Krasinski.  His harrowing tale of a family living in fear of these beasts works as both an emotional drama and a pulse-pounding thriller. A Quiet Place builds a believable world in exquisite detail, aided by Bryan Woods, Scott Beck, and Krasinski’s screenplay and absolutely essential sound design. The director gets an astonishing performance out of his talented wife, Emily Blunt, as the mom who has to give birth in terrifying, excruciating conditions. The sequel looks promising, but this is going to be a tough act to follow.




Honorable Mentions: The imaginative, silly The Purge franchise; M. Night Shyamalan’s clever “killer grandparents” horror comedy The Visit; the funny, unexpectedly moving Happy Death Day and its sequel Happy Death Day 2U; the heartwarming and oh-so-much-fun slasher homage The Final Girls; Michael Dougherty’s Christmas horror classic Krampus.


-Justin Lockwood



Tuesday, October 22, 2019

ghost movies!


Meep's Retro Movie Love Podcast on Ghost Movies is now available to listen to here! It was so fun to watch and re-watch these films. I especially love listening to Meep and Ben's commentary. Ben's thoughts on The Entity are particularly well-articulated and insightful.

Audio YouTube below!


Monday, February 4, 2019

the amityville murders




The Amityville Horror franchise has to be one of the oddest and least consistent in horror. The films—and there have been a lot of them since Jay Anson’s thoroughly contested “true” story The Amityville Horror hit bookshelves—range from middle of the road entertainment like the 1979 opener, to the schlocky but fun Ryan Reynolds-fronted remake (perhaps more notable for the actor’s anachronistic abs) to last year’s pretty dreadful Amityville: The Awakening, a misbegotten Jennifer Jason Leigh starrer that made just $742 in theaters (nope, not a typo).



The best Amityville movie is actually 1982’s Amityville II: The Possession, which fictionalizes the only verifiably real part of the record: the bizarre murders of the DeFeo family by oldest son Ronald “Butch” DeFeo, Jr., currently serving six concurrent 25 year-to-life sentences in a New York prison.  In director Damiano Damiani’s bizarre gem, the “Montelli” family experiences supernatural evils that exacerbate their already dysfunctional lives, including an abusive dad (Burt Young) and incestuous siblings Sonny (Jack Magner) and Patricia (Diane Franklin). There’s another score by Lalo Schifrin, who got an Oscar nod for the original, and all sorts of creepy, nasty moments; Bloody Disgusting dubbed it “indefensibly inappropriate and oh so much fun.”



So it’s fitting that the most entertaining addition to the saga in many years is writer/director Daniel FarrandsThe Amityville Murders, which takes off from the same true events but sticks somewhat closer to the facts (and the names) while borrowing Possession cast members Young and Franklin and adding a heavy dose of the series’ supernatural hooey. 



The film goes out of its way to establish time and place, leading to no small amount of hilarity with the thick Long Island accents sported by pretty much every cast member. Previous entries have somehow avoided this temptation, but these guys really go for it in a way that’s oddly endearing.  There are also copious amounts of 70s ephemera like a copy of Helter Skelter and a tub of marshmallow Fluff and some great, lesser known vintage music cues. As for the iconic house, while the interiors have been faithfully recreated, the exterior seems to exist solely as a digital model, which works surprisingly well, especially when the VFX artists add in ominous storm clouds and lightning. 



However you feel about the accents, the movie is flawlessly cast. John Robinson has the intense, rugged looks of Butch, and does much of the heavy lifting as his character is tormented by visions and ghosts. Paul Ben-Victor is all too believable as menacing, abusive father Ronnie. Chelsea Ricketts has the goofiest accent, but she still makes a sympathetic and believable sister (the incest element has been perhaps mercifully downplayed here).  The returning franchise stars are good, too: Franklin is strong as the long-suffering mom, and Young commands his few scenes as her mysterious, possibly Mob affiliated dad.  Side note: Lainie Kazan is fine in her scenes as occult-aware grandma “Nona,” but why not cast Possession’s Rutanya Alda (Mommie Dearest)?  She’s still active and probably would have done great stuff with the part.



The movie is fast-paced and engaging at 97 minutes: with pulpy charm, a genuinely compelling narrative, and some actual scares (including a memorable Halloween sequence). Farrands, best known for penning the notorious Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers, directs with a sure hand, style, and obvious knowledge of the Amityville mythology.  He’s created a film that deserves praise as one of the best Amityville horrors.

The Amityville Murders is in theaters and available on demand and digitally Friday, February 8.





Monday, October 1, 2018

texas chainsaw 2



Re-watched this a few times recently. A bit silly and noisy for my taste but I love Stretch (Caroline Williams) can't deny some of the eye-popping visuals (especially that final shot).











Friday, June 8, 2018

Sunday, January 28, 2018

murder by phone



Early 80s thriller Murder By Phone, also known as Bells--which I like as a title as well--finds Richard Chamberlain as a bearded, environmental activist professor trying to uncover the mystery of people dying of apparent heart attacks after simply answering the phone. Even innocent-looking Mickey Mouse phones aren't safe. Michael Anderson, the director of an eclectic array of films such as Logan's Run, Orca, and Around the World in Eighty Days, wastes no time to get to the goods. We see a woman in a subway station answering a trilling payphone to her detriment: she begins to shake violently and bleed from her eyes and sparks fly. It's a crazy opener and the string of outrageous deaths that ensue are part of this horror movie's kooky charm. It also has some tony actors like John Houseman in the game and a high-grade film score from John Barry. The eerie music cues slink along with descending notes--it's tuneful and definitely a curious and overlooked entry in Barry's oeuvre. Less exciting is Chamberlain as Sherlock and his thinly-drawn cohort (played by Sara Botsford), but still, despite the muddled relationships and mystery at the movie's core, the mix of class, corporate and environmental anxiety and the potential harms of technology is still welcome in this age. In these times of payphones long-stripped from the sidewalks of New York, Murder By Phone a passé horror treat. **1/2


-Jeffery Berg

Sunday, January 21, 2018

nj horror films


Thanks Michael aka Meep of Retro Movie Love for this list!




Alice Sweet Alice (1976) (Paterson, NJ) 
Alone in the Dark (1982) (Ridgewood, NJ) 
The Amityville Horror (1979) (filmed in Tom’s River, NJ) 
Amityville II: The Possession (1982) (exteriors and some locations were NJ. Interiors were Mexico!)
Amityville 3-D (1983) (Toms River, NJ) 
Basket Case 2 (1990) (Newark, Plainfield)
Blood Sisters (1987) (Englewood, NJ)
Christmas Evil (1980) (Edgewater, Englewood, Montclair) 
The Deadly Spawn (1983) (Gladstone, New Brunswick)
Don’t Go In The House (1980) (Atlantic Highlands, NJ) 
Friday the 13th (1980) (Blairstown, NJ) 
Full Moon High (1981) (Lyndhurst, NJ) 
Girls Nite Out (1982) (East Orange, NJ
Mother’s Day (1980) (Stillwater, NJ) 
Pledge Night (1990) (Rutgers University New Brunswick, NJ)
The Prowler (1981) (Cape May, NJ)
Silent Madness (1984) (Jersey City, NJ)

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

night school


I was impressed by 1981's Boston-set whodunit slasher Night School on a aesthetic level much more than I thought I would be. The film, edited by Robert Reitano, is rife with sophisticated, slightly tongue-in-cheek cuts: a shot of a shower drain to a diver feeding fish in an aquarium, and later a cut to a turtle nibbling at a severed head. With no particular reason symbolically, water is a motif throughout--from the aquarium to a shower scene to a diner kitchen sink. At the time, Ken Hughes had long been writing and directing a diverse array of films--from noir to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. This could be one reason why which may be why Night School stands out from younger-directed horror flicks of the era. The use of sound is jarring in a good way--from the racket of a blade against metal to the mechanic whirring of a coffin being laid into the ground. Brad Fiedel's (The Terminator) score features a lovely, melancholy string strain paired with bubbling, menacing synths. But the silences are effective as well. The chase scenes are tense--Rachel Ward's panicked flee is convincing. The killer dons sleek, Daft Punk get up and orchestrates some pretty gruesome, elaborately planned beheading sequences sometimes with savage slow-mo.



The film seems to have an inherent contempt for higher education--the smug professor in his cream colored weaved sweater. Early on, our Ivy League-brandished investigator Judd (played by Leonard Mann) jokes about his own education. The police that surround him--"Bawston" cop chomping sandwiches with notepads kind of types is a contrast to Mann's demure performance, standing tall and rail thin with a mop of black hair, blazer, hands in pockets. The movie also illustrates class divisions in Boston: the diner waitress and one key suspect who lives in a ramshackle apartment (a "Jason" hockey mask appears, two years prior to Jason taking the mask on) as a peeping tom.

Night School is quite fun (it breezes by!) and one I look forward to reading more about; I would also give this another watch to discover more of the layers it likely contains. ***



-Jeffery Berg